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How to start eternity?

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Aziraphale x Crowley

summary: The passion that Aziraphale and Crowley had for each other finally breaks between the two, but both don't know how to start this new phase of their relationship.

WordCount: 1025 

The Bentley parked in front of the bookshop. Aziraphale was the first to leave the car and go to the entrance of his shop. Crowley got out of his Bentley to follow the angel inside. His walk was strange, no rush and loose, but tense and careful. Similar to a person walking over a tightrope. The demon was like this since they left the shop. After Metatron came to pick up the angels to discuss the problems Gabriel created up there, Aziraphale suggested they go to the Ritzs for lunch, to celebrate that everything ended alright, even with a happy couple. Aziraphale started to talk about what happened in the morning, Gabriel and Beelzebub and how it happened. It was some kind of way to discover Crowley’s thoughts about it. What is his opinion over Gabriel now? And Beelzebub who gave up the highest positions in Hell to live eternal life with an angel? Only silence or short comments in response. Aziraphale concluded that the love story between an angel and a demon doesn't touch Crowley’s heart like it touches his. And it disturbs the angel. How could he not feel anything about it? 

They are now both inside the bookshop. Aziraphale was standing next to his table, ready to sit down, work or pretend to work while trying the whole time to hide his disappointment until Crowley leaves. He knew Crowley was standing there with the door behind him. The angel felt Crowley’s steps coming slowly in his direction, stopping in the middle of the room. Aziraphale turns around to stare at him. His best friend for so long. Crowley was just there breathing heavily and paralyzed, lifting his head up.

 “Crowley, are you alright?” The demon took his glasses off and threw them on Aziraphale’s armchair. 

“Right. I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say, I think I’d better say it now”. Crowley said turning and walking agitated through the space.

 “Okay.” Aziraphale responded. “Right, okay yes, so…” Crowley started taking a deep breath again and sighed.

 “We’ve been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We’re a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren't. I mean, the last few years, not really.” The demon looked at the angel expecting some reaction to his words, Aziraphale was the most intelligent being Crowley knew, should be connected to the dots. However, he was just there, frozen.

“And I would like to spend…” Crowley stopped himself and cleaned his throat, as if the end of his sentence was forbidden. If it were in another situation, it could be funny to see a demon avoid saying something forbidden, but what could be so wrong to avoid saying it? 

“I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don’t need Heaven, we don’t need Hell, they’re toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. We could be…us. You and me, what do you say?”  

“Crowley, you…you are implying what I think you are-, what exactly are you implying?”

Crowley was petrified looking at Aziraphale. First he closed his mouth, gulped and sighed once more. 

“You idiot.” Said the demon before running in Aziraphale’s direction. For a moment, the angel thought Crowley was furious with him, his hands grabbed Aziraphale's shirt collar and it already happened before. This time, their noses aren't the only thing separating them. In fact nothing was between the two, Crowley’s lips collided with Aziraphale’s right away. An impact just like the explosions Crowley used to create his gorgeous nebulae. In that distant past, Aziraphale used to visit Crowley's work in admiration. 

The moment was a massive dark hole now, Aziraphale was held on to Crowley’s shoulders; Crowley let go of his shirt collar and slid his hands to Aziraphale’s face. Time did not pass anymore, the kiss was now forever. After a while, their faces parted.

The angel and the demon stared shocked at each other. Aziraphale’s hands were in Crowley’s arms and Crowley had part of his fingers into Aziraphale's hair while he was holding his face. “Okay then.” “Right.” said both, let go of the other. 

“I will go do something…” Aziraphale pointed to the stairs “Yes, I have something to do too…” Crowley indicated the door. 

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The next morning, when Aziraphale opened the shop, the kiss was still playing in his mind. And now what he does? 6000 years and all he wanted to do was to be with Crowley forever, but he doesn't know how it start without seeming weird. He hid his “pash” on Crowley for so long that it seemed impossible it would come true. He sat down in his armchair and felt something touch his low back. It was Crowley’s sunglasses. He never forget his sunglasses. The little bell on the door announced someone had arrived and Aziraphale already knew who could be. Crowley entered and stood in the same place he was in the day before. Aziraphale felt anxious. 

“I…I came here because I forgot my sunglasses.” The angel looked at him and then to the glasses in his hand. “Oh, yes, of course. I just found it. Here.” Aziraphale reached out and Crowley moved closer to take the glasses from his hands. The both were holding it in the air looking at each other while their fingers occasionally brushed. Aziraphale was the first one to break eye contact and let go of the sunglasses. The demon analyzed it, but was thinking about something else. “Actually, I also came here to-” he cleaned his throat “to invite you to a date, a dinner tonight.” Upon hearing the invitation, Aziraphale involuntarily opened the widest smile of his existence. “Sure! I would love to!” “Alright. I, um, I will come pick you up by 7.”

“Right. See you tonight then!” The angel waved at the demon, who contained his smile in a smirk until he left the bookshop. 

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in my head, it's a Peaky Blinder's version of Elmo in hell, basically represents Tommy in s6.

In the bleak midwinter… #PeakyBlinders

#tommy shelby #peaky blinders

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the name of Polly's daughter isn't Anne? at least on series two, because on series one it's Sally 🤡🤡🤡

#peaky blinders #polly grey

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I'm rewatching season 1 and at John and Esme's wedding they say that John's full name is John Michael Shelby

but at Tommy's wedding they say that Tommy's full name is Thomas Michael Shelby

THEY PARENTS REALLY PUT THEY TWO CHILDREN WITH THE SAME NAME?!?! OR SK JUST CAN'T THINK IN OTHER MIDDLE NAME?!?! OR MAMA SHELBY HAD HER LAST NAME MICHAEL?!?? THEY DON'T REALIZE THIS MISTAKE??!?

#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #john shelby

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three drafts to be finished and my brain it's block for weeks now

#I'm an fraud #no even music it's helping

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Kiwi

Requested by @simonsbluee​: hi! can i request a Tommy Shelby story that’s based off the song Kiwi by Harry Styles? all good if you can’t :)

Pairing: Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby x Female!Reader

Warnings: Lyrics, angst, swearing, indications to smut

Song: Kiwi by Harry Styles

Words: 1,216

Summary: (See Request?)

Note: I had no idea what on earth to do for this so my apologies and also, fun-fact, I thought I remembered what kiwi was until I listened to it when I started writing and then had to pause and check what song it was- 😅

Edit: After having a friend proof-read it for me and getting their “go-ahead” to post this, I’ve decided to listen to them rather than sit and cringe at myself so uh… Here ya goooo

Key: Bold + Italic = Lyrics | Italic = Memories and sometimes emphasis

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy​, @stydia-4-ever​, @peakyxtommy​, @cai-neki​, @simonsbluee​, @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @peakysputain​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @marquelapage​, @jenepleurepasbaby​, @thewarriorprincessxo​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​

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Tommy Shelby 

Happy 10th Anniversary, love. 

I should go.

Your anger can’t warm you like me.

#Peaky Blinders #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fic #Tommy Shelby #thomas shelby

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Happy 10th Anniversary, love.

this gif is not mine, all the credits to the owner.

Tommy Shelby x F!reader

summary: The war against the Italians makes your anniversary plans cancelled, but Tommy Shelby surprises you to repair it.

warning: fluffy as hell bc romantic tommy lives in mine mind for free, mention of smut

w/c:1122

A/N: i got inspired by that dinner between tommy and jessie eden in s4. i wasn’t sure about this since the thing with luca started bc of grace and here she doesn’t exist, but here it’s and now i want to make an HC about tommy’s romantic side. english is not my native language, sorry for any mistakes.

The smell of fresh flowers was the first thing that hit your senses by waking up in the morning light. As you opened your eyes, you saw a bouquet of flowers and a small black box under neath an envelope with your name written on the pillow next to yours. You felt a shy smile form on your face as you smelled the flowers and opened the note.

"I left to settle some business and come back early. Charlie picks you up at 8:00 to meet me in his yard. Happy anniversary, love.

Tommy."

Before all the trouble with Luca Changretta starts and forces you and the Shelby family to go back to Small Heath, you were excited to celebrate your 10th anniversary with Tommy. You had already talked and planned with Tommy a trip, like a second honeymoon, but after the letter with the black hand and John's death you didn't mention anything else about it and decided to resume the plans when it was all over. And with all the tension hanging in the air you thought Tommy had forgotten the date.

You supported the flowers and the note back on Tommy's pillow and turned your attention to the velvet box. Inside was the most beautiful and delicate piece of jewellery you've ever seen. It was a silver necklace with a crescent moon shaped pendant encrusted with diamonds. It was simple compared to other jewellery Tommy presented you with, but you had a suspicion of why. One night, you commented on the sunrise tattoo he had on his chest and how you wanted something with a moon to match his sun. Even get a moon tattoo on you. He just laughed.

You got up and tried the necklace in the only mirror nearby. The sunlight hit the moon that rested on your chest and made reflections through the walls of the room. Luckily, you had brought your favourite blue dress that would match your new gift to wear that night. You didn't take off the necklace at any point in the day, eagerly awaiting nightfall.

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Charlie arrived on time at 8:00 to pick you up. He offered his arm to accompany you and you accepted him with a smile. "So, what's he up to?"

"I'm not going to spoil the surprise." Charlie responds with a little smile.

He accompanied you to one of the sheds that had the doors closed, the only one that had a yellow light coming out through the entrance cracks. Charlie opened the door and gave you a way into a setting you never thought of seeing in Charlie Strong's yard. Tommy was sitting at a perfectly well-organized dining table, surrounded by several candles and flowers scattered throughout the shed. You walked towards the chair intended for you and noticed the presence of Curly, who pulled chair for you.

"Good evening, Mrs. Shelby" Tommy said before he smoak his cigarette. Tommy loved to call you Mrs. Shelby, probably only you noticed the pride and love that melted in his mouth by saying those words. His eyes leave yours to look at the necklace on your chest and with a small provocative smile, he turns his attention to you once again. "Beautiful. Your necklace is very beautiful too.”

"Thank you, did you like it? My husband gave it to me, he has great taste." Curly spent a few seconds fixing the gramophone while you and Tommy couldn't take their eyes off each other, drinking each other. You didn't used to show affection in front of other people, but you were so absorbed in excitement and impressed by the impromptu surprise dinner that you couldn't help but fall in love once again with Tommy Shelby's romantic side.

"Come on Curly, they want to be alone" You felt your face burn and stared at your hands. Charlie pulled Curly, walking to the exit. You turned to both of them and thanked, still a little embarrassed.

"I thought you forgot." You turned your focus to the other side of the table to find Tommy's face. "I would never forget. I just changed my plans at the last minute. We can't leave Small Heath for safety." You nodded in agreement. It wasn't worth lowering your guard for one night and risking your lives at Luca's mercy, even if you've been waiting for this day for so long.

"Hey" He reached out to touch your hand above the table. "We can travel next year. We have a lifetime of anniversaries to do that." With the war with the Italians going on you weren't so sure of it, but it was better not to mention the fact that night. That night wasn't about mob wars, it was about you two. A night to left the shadow of fear and death that hung over you in the last few weeks aside.

You have recalled some important moments in your relationship over the years; the first date, the first kiss, and obviously your wedding day. Both nervous in case something bad happened, but eager to call each other husband and wife. After finishing the meal, Tommy put on your favourite album to play in the gramophone. He stopped in front of you and reached his hand out in a silent invitation to a dance. Tommy stroked one of yours hands as you brushed your fingertips on the back of his head with the other, the rhythm of your bodies was slow.

"I planned tonight in a different way."  Tommy said when he touched your forehead with his.

"Yeah? How?"

"Spending the night at London's best restaurant with a bottle of champagne to celebrate how lucky I am to have you by my side for so long.” He pushed his face away to approach his lips of your ear.

"Then we'd go to a nice hotel room and dance a little until I lay on the bed and finally do what I've been waiting all day to do."  Tommy whispered, causing chills down your skin.

"You can still do that." You whispered back. "Here, London or anywhere else, just need to be the two of us, uh?"

He responded with one of the passionate kisses that, of the few loves you had in life, only Tommy was able to give and make your legs falter. The feeling of innocent affection has lost place to desire. His hands, going up and down your body were keys that opened so many doors to sensations that you never thought possible to feel.

"Happy 10th anniversary, Mrs. Shelby." Tommy smiled as he pulled your waist and took you two into the night, back to the little room that has become a refuge for you in recent weeks.

"Happy 10th anniversary, Mr. Shelby."

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I'm in love with this 🥺🥺

Modern!Tommy with a bubbly secretary:

summary: I have imagined Tommy with a secretary like Emilia Clark in “Me before you”. I am not satisfied but here it is!

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Polly was the one hiring you;

She knew Tommy needed an assistant so, when he was away for a business trip, she decided to start job interviews;

When she saw you, she knew you were the one;

At first she just wanted to piss Tommy off;

That’s why she chose the most bubbly person on the planet;

Little did she knew, Tommy would have adored you;

Truth be told, when he first saw you in your pastel dress and your hair grips with tiny bees on it, he thought you got lost;

You looked so out of place;

And even too young to work;

But then he started to - not to secretly - appreciate you;

How could he not?

You were the nicest person on the planet;

Everyone loved you;

Because of your bubbliness you knew everyone in the office;

And everyone knew you;

It wasn’t hard noticing you, with your colourful dresses and hair grips with animals on it;

Everyday you walked in the office with a colourful drink;

One day Tommy asked you about them;

“What’s the green thing you are drinking today, button?”;

Cute nicknames were a must;

Tommy hated nicknames but you were the exception;

He could not help himself;

“It’s a smoothie, Mr. Shelby. It’s good for your health. You should get one as well. This one if made with with banana, spinach, avocado and kiwi”;

He didn’t look to convinced;

But the following day you started taking two smoothie to the office one for you and one for him;

He would like them, even tho he didn’t want to say it out loud;

Polly smirked all the time she spotted him drinking the smoothie with a colorfoul glass straw;

Sometimes you also brought homemade cakes;

One day Arthur walked into his office eating a piece of your carrot cake;

Let’s be honest, everyone had a crush on you;

Ada liked you at first because on some aspects you two were very similar;

Exchanging recipes;

Ada and Polly shipping you and Tommy;

Let’s not talk about Alfie;

Ugh, boy;

Charming you;

And complimenting your outfits;

“If you get tired of Tommy, you can always come and work for me in my office”;

Like Alfie tried to ‘steal’ you from Tommy many times;

Tommy wouldn’t admit it but he was lowkey scared you might quit the job;

So almost everyday he checked you were ok;

If your pay was ok;

“Let me know if anything bothers you”;

He didn’t like the idea of you eating alone during your lunch break;

So he always told you to have lunch together;

Sometimes in the office;

Sometimes he invited you out to some café outside the office;

Since you started working for him, his health improved;

Because he did not eat as he should;

He asked you many questions about you, sometimes crossing boundaries;

Like that one time he asked you if you were seeing anyone;

Tommy adored you outside the office because you became even more bubbly;

And you are so talkative and we all know Tommy is more silent type but he enjoyed listening to the things that you said;

He was mesmerised by the fact you can start a conversation with anyone;

The person sitting next to you on the bus;

The waitress;

The old lady queuing in front of you;

Not to mention your happy face every time you spotted a dog;

Every time he has to do something a bit dangerous he sent you out of town to do some errands with Finn;

Finn and Isaiah, being younger than you, always flirted;

Only if Tommy was not around;

Michael was the biggest flirt;

You two being around the same age could be a perfect match;

He genuinely liked you like the rest of the people working in the office;

But when he realised Tommy’s knuckles turned white every time he spotted you around Michael, the young Gray decided to flirt even more;

One day Tommy got the scare of his life when you walked into the office while John and Arthur were there;

“What’s up, dove?” asked John;

“I am engaged” you said;

Tommy choked on your smoothie;

Arthur and John boy exchanging looks ;

Trying not to chuckle at their brother;

In that moment baby Charlie walked in and you took him into your arms;

Tommy could finally breath again;

“I know it seems rush, but Charlie and I love each other and he is really serious about marrying me. So we would like your blessing”;

Tommy loved seeing you interacting with Charlie and getting along with him;

It was quite a turn on tbh;

He felt so stupid because the silliest things turned him on;

Like one day he had to excuse himself because he saw you riding your bike while wearing a skirt and the sight of your bare legs was enough to end the meeting earlier and close himself in the office;

His family defo had a ship name for you two;

Polly and Ada were planning the wedding in advance;

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Congrats on the 300 followers! For the Sentence Starters prompts, can please make a fic on Tommy with Angst #9. Thank you!

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You stiffened as Tommy came into the room, walking towards you as he shrugged his blazer off. You had already given up on waiting for him and was in the process of removing your jewelry onto your vanity counter.

"Good evening, Mrs. Shelby," he said as he pecked your cheek and walked past you to the bathroom, leaving his blazer on the floor and deftly unbuttoned his vest.

"Good evening, husband," you watched him closely, your eyes narrowed as he disappeared around the corner. "What has you coming to bed so late?"

You watched the doorway as you moved to the bed and removed your dress. You changed into your nightgown and let the silky slip flow over your head. You smoothed it down your body, tossing your old dress aside.

"I've been in the study for hours reading over paperwork," Tommy called from the bathroom.

Lie.

He returned, rounding the corner as you let your hair loose. Tommy regarded you cooly as he rounded the bed to his side, the one closest to the door. Just like he would nudge you the farthest from the street when you walked together, or he would always sit facing the doors at a restaurant. It was just his way.

He unbuttoned his white shirt and tossed it aside as he loosened his trousers and sat on the bed, watching you.

"I was at the stables with Charlie and Curly before that, looking over the new mare."

Lie.

Now that he was in front of you, you knew it immediately. Over the years you had finally found Tommy Shelby's tic, the tell he had when he was lying to your face. It was so small, so slight, that it was hardly a tell at all.

Tommy Shelby lied when he was steadfast in what he was saying. His tell was that he was still.

Most people would fidget when they lied; Tommy would become absolutely still and look you dead in the eyes when he lied, as if he dared you to notice that he stopped breathing for the moment it took to push the story out.

Even if you hadn't known that he had only been home all of thirty minutes, the second lie sealed it for you.

"Want to tell me what you were really doing?" You asked as you sat beside him on the bed and crossed your arms. "Or am I to be the good wife that doesn't call you out on your bullshit?"

"What are you talking about?" His brows clenched as he looked over your face, searching.

"Tommy Shelby," you chided, "I know, just as this whole house knows, that you only just arrived home all of half an hour ago. Mary bright you tea in your study."

His head dipped to his chest as he listened, his eyes roaming the bed as he mirrored you and crossed his arms.

"Felt like hours," he mumbled as he eyed you sideways. "I don't know what to tell you, I must have been off with my time."

"Maybe, but you weren't with Charlie and Curly at the stables, either," you grumbled.

Tommy's head shot up at his eyes squinted at you as he looked over your sour expression.

"Bloody hell woman," he breathed. "Is my sweet wife having me followed?"

He chuckled at his own joke, but stopped as he noticed your venomous glare. He uncrossed his arms and left his palms up on his thighs.

"I don't like when you lie, Thomas," you said. "I don't know what's going on in your head."

"It's a messy place in there," he hummed. "I don't like you dirtying your hands."

"My hands are already dirty by association," you snapped.

Tommy reached over and uncrossed your arms as he crawled over you so that he looked you in the eye, nose to nose.

"Mrs. Shelby," he uttered. "Would you let a man his peace for a night? I'm protecting you in the only way I know how."

You softened, looking into the storm behind the crystal blue eyes that looked back at you. Something was wrong but he wasn't ready to tell you about it, not tonight.

"Fine," you relented.

He licked his lips as he sighed, melting on top of you. His arms dropped to cradle you as his head sunk to your chest.

"Please don't lie to me again, I can't take it," you mumbled into his hair as he stretched out on top of you, his arms wrapped around your middle as his head bury in your chest.

His body engulfed yours as he lay. Your hands ran through his hair as he nuzzled deeper before he turned his head to put his ear to your heart.

"I try not to bother you with what's in my head," he sighed.

"Not telling me bothers me more than telling me," you chide softly. "And then we have two heads that need cleared out rather than one."

A ghost of a smile curved on his lips.

"I'll keep that in mind."

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Heeey can you recommend some of ur favourite blogs that writee tommy x reader fanfics! Love ur workkkk read everything’ thanks

thanks 😊

I have an list on my phone with all fanfics and headcanons that I read and loved, so I don't need to research all tumblr look for it, in case I want read again. Those are the most blogs that appears on my list:

@nofuckingfighting

@peakyblinders1919

@lotsoffandomimagines

@nineteenninety-six

@merakiaes

@murswrites

@justanothershelby

@zodiyack

@athxna-writes

@everyonesawhoregrace

@acciostilinski

@ijustwant2write

@peakyxtommy

@opheliasbrokenmind

@johnnyshellby

@fandom-puff

@amysteryspot

@oddaodd

@blinder-secrets

I sure that are more, but are all that I can easily remember. If you or anyone have recommendations about other blogs I will love to know.

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I should go.

the gif it’s not mine, so all the credits to the owner.

Tommy Shelby x reader

a/n: first of all, I would like to say thank you for the people who commented on my first story and to the people who took an time of they lifes to read it. Thank you guys very much <3 in the middle of this writing my spotify played I should go by Levis Kreis and I get more inspired.

summary: threatened, you leave your country behind and find a chance to live in Birgmingram, but your enemies do not fail to find you.

warnings: mencion of torture and death.

w/c: 954

english is not my native language, sorry for any mistake.

Birmingham was the best option to shelter. It’s close to London so you can go there to have letters and news from home and far enough from important people that may be a risk to you. You heard that had a job as barmaid in this pub, The Garrison, but the owner wasn’t willing to hire you. “You are too nice and too pretty. They’d have you up against a wall.” Wasn’t too hard to convince Harry, especially with you appealing to his empathy, saying that you really needed the job to ‘help your family’. And the job came with a warning: “Be careful with the Peaky Blinders, just serve them they drink and go.” So, you did. At least for a while.

You treated all customers the same way, tried to be kind and fun, listening about their lives or about their day. With the Peakys it wouldn't be any different, you've dealt with worse people. In a short period of time, you were already loved by regular customers and made some friends around the neighborhood, including the Shelby family. Making jokes with John and Arthur, talking about movies with Ada, telling stories about the myths and legends around the world to little Finn and even helping Polly a few times in the betting shop.

But with Tommy it was... Different. You felt a trust aura that emanated from him and called you through his eyes, promising to keep all your secrets under that bright shade of blue. The first time you felt that way was on a rainy night when Tommy walked into the empty pub. You served his whiskey and sat across the table, noting his sadness while he was lighting his cigarette. You unconsciously took the risk of him ending your disguise if you talked too much and told how rainy nights like that reminded you of the hot, rainy nights on an island you had visited once.

"One of these nights, I met another foreigner with a certain particular way of being." You did an imitation of the man who made Tommy smile.

"I had a math teacher like that..." you two told random stories to each other the rest of the night, doing one or two imitations of people who crossed your paths.

This was the first of many late-night gatherings. Gradually, you two have become close, but with some barriers. He's not mentioning the war and you're not mentioning your homeland. Tommy took you to the races and on the way home you invited him in, which led to your first night together. That night, you forgot the army that was chasing you and focused only on the man who made you feel safe for the first time in a long time. Tommy saw in his arms the personification of something he thought was lost and buried in the tunnels of France: happiness.

A year is gone in the blink of an eye and the relationship has become serious. Then the worst happened. A mail from one of your relatives arrives at your house bringing bad news. One of yours friends was caught and tortured until he revealed your location. And now he was dead. The letter was under a false name and passed through various destinations before it was delivered to you, by the time they could already be in Birmingham.

It’s time to leave again, a new city, a new fake story about yourself. But you don't want to go. You've achieved a lot in a short time, a new circle of friends, a good job now that you're a bookkeeper for the Shelby company, the Shelbys who took you in as family and Tommy... It's unfair to him to find your absence in the morning. You had to tell him the truth.

You try to contain your emotions while telling your story, also about the letter and your friend. You finish and your vision becomes blurry when you face him. What if he felt betrayed? What if he felt cheated by you? The worst scenarios cross your mind and none of them come close to reality. Tommy holds your face in his hands, you're his most precious asset. Like a diamond resting on his palms, he dries your crystalline tears with his thumbs.

"I'm not going to let them have you, did you hear me? No one's going to lay a finger on you or take you away while I'm here." Tommy proclaims with such conviction that for a second you believe your persecutors are gone.

“Tommy, I can't do this to you. You're finally making money with the company, business is good, you can't risk your life and the peace you've been fighting in a battle that's not yours. I should go.”

"You've fought hard enough; you can't run away forever. You were alone before, this time you have the Peaky Blinders.'' His forehead touches yours; his eyes find yours. “Stay and I'll help you. Hide you if you need to.”

You open your mouth to counter argument and feel like you should just take your things and leave. Debating the matter with Tommy could change your mind. You didn't want to leave him. After so long alone, enduring everything for yourself, it was nice to have someone by your side who is really willing to help you and keep you save, taking care of you.

Your body trembles, tears wet your collarbone when you nod your head, accepting his help. You enlace Tommy's waist and put your face around his neck. Tommy passes his arms across your shoulder and keeps your lips on top of your head. The gesture may have lasted hours or minutes, but that's all you needed that night.

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7/50 Wordless Ways to Say I Love You

“Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.”

Thomas Shelby x reader

Word Count: 539

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They Get Mocked By Others Over The Love Bites You Gave Them

Characters: Tommy Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Alfie Solomons

Requested: Yes, by anon

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive (but no smut)

Author's Note: Thought about adding more than just the one's requested, but decided against it

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Tommy

You and him have been sitting in his office for hours, doing work

You're bored and feeling affectionate

So you climb into his lap and kiss him

He's done most of his work by this point, and is in a good mood

So the kiss gets more heated

He doesn't think to stop any of it, it's nearly time to leave anyways

So when you get up to remind the secretary of something that needs to be done, he's getting ready to go home

Until Polly, John, Michael and Arthur burst in, arguing and looking for Tommy to sort it out

They all stop dead when they see him standing there

And he stares back, daring them to say something

Then Polly rolls her eyes, "fuck sake, Tom."

John and Arthur cheer and laugh, Michael chuckles, Polly shakes her head with a smirk

Arthur

He's woken up next to you with a massive hangover

All he can manage to do is get dressed and head out the door

He gets into the office and barely notices the stares from Isaiah and Finn as he passes them by

It's not until John is right beside him and poking at his neck that he notices the weird attention he's getting

"What?!" He shouts at all three of them

He hardly remembers last night, so he's getting paranoid over what may have happened

"I see you and Y/N had fun last night." John laughs

And it's then that it hits him

He blushes a bit, batting John's hand away from his neck

"Fuck off, you lot."

And they walk off, laughing and joking about it

Arthur spends the rest of the day trying to cover his neck when he's around people

John

He pulls you away from work at the betting shop to make out

Because he's bored and always in the mood and it's a quiet day

But then Arthur bursts in, yelling about somebody pissing him off

And you just have time to separate from him and readjust yourself

Then go to another part of the shop so John can talk some sense into his brother in private

Which he doesn't do that well at

So he's very surprised when Arthur goes silent and starts grinning

Then chuckling while staring at John's neck

"Got something on your neck there, John boy."

And John knows exactly what his oldest brother is talking about

To be fair, he's quite smug about it at first

But there's only so many jokes he can take before he becomes the person that pisses Arthur off

Alfie

He's got a meeting with Tommy fucking Shelby that he has to go to

But he decides that he doesn't care if he's 10 minutes late

After every goodbye kiss, you keep saying you want another one

So why not?

He has no problem with it going a bit further, but he does leave eventually

And makes it to the bakery not long after

Where Ollie and Tommy are waiting for him in his office

Ollie sees him come in and has to refrain from rolling his eyes at his boss' appearance

But Tommy's lips twitch into a half smirk

"What? Something funny?"

Tommy smiles in an almost polite way "nothing at all, Alfie."

"Right then" and no one is stupid enough to say anything else to him throughout the day

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Your anger can’t warm you like me.

the gif it's not mine, so all the credits to the owner

Tommy shelby x reader 

warning: fluffy like jake peralta vibes

words: 878

a/n: this isn't the first time I write and post it something, but is the first time I write an fanfiction and post it, so if it's horrible, sorry for that, also english is not my native language, double sorry. I will love to receive your thoughts about it, good and bad. I'm still thinking about posting two more (the reader being an fugitive and reader visiting tommy at the parlament) let me know if you want those

It's the coldest night of the year and you're wrapped in the sheets when the sound of Tommy's footsteps going up the stairs earlier than he usually gets home took you by surprise. A surprise you've been avoiding for the past few days. You two have been apart from each other for a while because of his work. Even with the pact made between you to keep you informed of the illicit part of the business, Tommy seemed to be hiding something about. You tried to understand, thinking that in some point your husband would come back and tell you.

But all the understanding you had disappeared when Tommy came home in bloodstained clothes and a bandage covering a bullet hole in his shoulder. This was the beginning of a burning fight, with yours accusations that he didn't trust you enough, pushing you away from him and Tommy retorting that it was safer for you and for business success, not knowing what was going on. The night ended and the days spent with you sleeping alone in the shared room and Tommy sleeping in his office, you just crossing paths over breakfast and never saying a word to the other.

Tommy was getting closer and closer to the door, and you quickly put the sheet over your head. It's a childish attitude, but you didn't want to see him yet and the cold weather was a good excuse. Tommy enters the room and the air flow that passes through the door causes your body to shrink. You hear him taking off his shoes and undressing his suit on his way to the bathroom. He comes back and slowly lays on his side of the bed, away from you. You retract even more, hugging your knees and squeezing your toes.

Tommy gets up and walks to the closet. You hear him open the closet, close it, make his way back to bed and land on the sheets. He unfolds a heavy blanket, large enough to cover the king size bed. He walks to your side of the bed and lifts up the fabrics that reveal your feet, touch it.

"Don't touch me, Thomas. I'm still mad at you." You turn to him and do your best to sound angry without raising your voice. You see Tommy's got one of your pairs of socks on his hands.

"I know, but it's very cold and you're freezing. I can hear you rubbing your feet to try to warm yourself from afar." He whispers softly back, illuminated only by the light of the moon through the large bedroom window. You lower your gaze and slide your feet towards him, who puts your socks on your feet and passes over you to reach his side of the bed. Tommy goes under the covers, opens his arms and says in the most nice way he can “Come here, I warm you for tonight. You can hate me again in the morning."

You stare at him, processing his speech for three seconds and decide to accept the offer. Tommy being nice to you wasn't an apology from him, and you accepting didn't mean you forgiven him. It's just a better option than spending the night awake freezing with your anger and pride.

You put your forehead on his chest as he hugs your shoulders with one arm and wraps your body with the other. One of Tommy's hands rests on your hair and the other rests at the base of your back.

After a few minutes, the silence hovered in the room, without a single movement beyond the breaths of the two of you. You lightly touch the tattoo that Tommy has on his chest and mumble, not realizing that he was still awake "I don't hate you, Tom." Of course you were angry with your husband, but not hate him. You didn't want him to doubt your feelings for him.

He squeezes your shoulder and sighs." I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn’t tell you nothing, I'm sorry I yelled at you. And I'm sorry to keep you away from me." His fingers go up and down in small gentle movements through your skin.

"You know I want to know about your work because I care about you? Because I know how it can affect you. What if that bullet instead of getting into your shoulder hit your heart? How do you think I'd react? I want to know when there's a danger around the corner waiting for us..."

He holds you stronger in a gesture that seemed to comfort him more than you "I know and I'm sorry, I just... I thought it would be better for you not to know. But I promise I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything in the morning. You should sleep now, eh?"

You lift your head slightly and find the eyes you've fallen in love with for what time you seem to be a lifetime ago. "Thank you for warming me up today. I love you."

You stroke the corner of Tommy's lips as he opens a smirk. "I love you. I know how easy you get cold, besides your anger wouldn't warm you as well as me."

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Hey buddy, you that fish boy from the TV?

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