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smallheathgangsters · 4 years

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Business Deal (Part One)

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A/N: This one took so long to write, please forgive me! Although I don’t know if I like it or not. :( Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy reading it! Also, sorry for my English in advance. And like I always mention, feedback is very much appreciated!! 🥰

Request: “Hi!! I'm excited to see what you're going to post :D can I request 26 with Tommy please ? (With the reader asking the question)” by Anon

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 2699

Tag List: @captivatedbycillianmurphy

Type: slow burn

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“You know it would be better for everyone that way!” your father exclaimed frustrated, trying to make you understand his point. You were fuming with anger. Your father just would not treat you like a woman with a life and a will of her own.

“It would be better for you!” you shouted back at him. “Not for me! You don’t even care about my opinion and what I want!”

“Your mother agrees with me! Why won’t you see it?”

You scoffed. “Of course, mother …”

“Yes, your mother! She–“

“She only agrees with you because she herself was the daughter of a gangster and married into a new gangster family because of business she too, cared about,” you said angrily, cutting him off.

Your father grabbed a bottle of whiskey off his desk and poured himself a glass. “Why don’t you care about our business?”

“I didn’t choose to be born into a violent, manipulating family with so much blood on their hands!” you yelled, your body trembling with rage.

“Oh yeah?” your father said, raising his eyebrows daringly. “So much blood? You really do believe everything you hear on the streets about your own family.”

“So, you weren’t out burying a dead body when you missed supper yesterday evening?” you countered, raising your eyebrows as well. Your father just sighed, as if he were defeated and took a sip from his glass.

“The business with the Shelby’s has nothing to do with violence or killings or any sort of violent behaviour, as you would call it,” he said.

“Then what does it have to do with?” you asked, folding your arms in front of your body.

Your father cleared his throat and looked up from the drink in his hands. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with our business?”

“I do prefer knowing why you want me to get to know Mr. Shelby,” you answered. “And in what way that would help you with your business with the Peaky Blinders.”

“Why is it so hard for you to do your father a favour? To do your whole family a favour?” he questioned, slowly losing his patience with your stubborn demeanour. “I mean … in the end you’re profiting from the business we are doing.”

You had feared him using that exact argument against you. You knew you were living a rather high-standard lifestyle and it would be wrong for you to deny the fact that you weren’t happy about it. It wasn’t that you were spoilt, but you were happy that you didn’t have to be living in the slums of Birmingham, having gone to school with quite a few kids from the not-so-lovely area of the city and hearing their stories and their hopes of being able to move out of it when they were older.

And then there was Mozart. A stunning, absolutely elegant stallion your father had bought you on your eighteenth birthday. He was your one true love, your most prized possession, you knew you would never give away. But you always had to remind yourself that the only way your father had been able to afford such a beauty was because of the shady business he was involved in. After all, you had accepted the present.

You ground your teeth together, not knowing what to reply to your father’s statement.

“So …” your father mumbled, putting down the glass on the table and slowly walking towards you, “why don’t I invite Mr. Shelby over for a drink and you two can exchange a few words.”

He grabbed you by the shoulders carefully and made you look up into his eyes. “Y/N … I think very highly of Mr. Shelby. I would never make you be with a man that isn’t a hundred percent worthy of you.”

You pressed your lips together, trying to keep yourself from saying something your father would not appreciate. It wasn’t that you hated him. And you knew, he would never try to harm you in any way. As a matter of fact, the way Mozart was your most prized possession, your father had always made it very clear to everyone that you were his.

“I love you,” your father whispered to you and pulled you into a hug. “Please just get to know him. Maybe he’ll be able to change your mind himself.”

You gulped and nodded into your father’s embrace. “Okay.”

***

You were leaning against the large wooden door and tried to listen to the voices talking to each other behind it. Your father had invited Thomas Shelby over just a day after your heated conversation and now they were sitting in his office, discussing business, as usual. You were instructed to wait in the large sitting room next to your father’s office until he was finished with his meeting. But you couldn’t contain your curiosity for the content of their business, especially since your father had told you it had nothing to do with violence. Maybe whiskey? Or horses? Unfortunately, you weren’t able to make out the words they were saying and when you suddenly heard the legs of the chairs in the office being scraped over the floor, you knew their conversation had come to an end. You immediately panicked, not wanting them to find you eavesdropping on them, pushed yourself away from the door and hurried back to the sitting room you were supposed to be waiting in.

You heard their footsteps approach the doorframe of the sitting room. “Mr. Shelby, I’d love to introduce you to my daughter, Y/N,” you heard your father say. “Considering the future of our business deal, I assume that it would only makes sense for you to get to know each other.”

You didn’t hear Thomas Shelby give my father an answer, but when you saw the two men enter the room, you knew he had agreed on his proposition.

You rose to your feet and put on a fake smile. “Mr. Shelby!” you exclaimed almost too excited. “How lovely to meet you!”

“Miss Y/L/N …” the man murmured, sounding rather bored. In the first moment of your encounter you had tried to avoid his gaze but when you caught a glimpse of those beautiful, icy blue eyes, you had trouble looking away. It was as though they were hypnotising you.

“Why don’t you have a seat, Mr. Shelby? I have something I need to finish up in my office. I’ll be with you as soon as possible,” your father said to the handsome man in the grey suit and left.

You gave Thomas Shelby a smile and pointed at the sofa opposite the armchair you had been sitting in before the men had arrived. He nodded and sat down, leaning back.

“Can I pour you a drink, Mr. Shelby?” you offered, walking over to the chest of drawers, that had bottles of different kinds of dark liquor on it.

“Thomas.”

“Excuse me?”

“Please, call me Thomas,” he repeated. You smiled at him and nodded. “I’m Y/N.”

You grabbed two glasses and set them next to each other on the polished surface. “So …?”

“Whiskey, please,” he answered, clearing his throat.

“Scotch or Irish?”

“Irish.”

You pulled the cork of the Irish whiskey and poured some of the content in the glasses. Then you picked both of them up and walked over to Thomas, handing him his drink. “I see, business is going well?”

He brought the glass up to his lips. “I enjoy doing business with your father, he’s a very honest man.”

You nodded slowly, sitting back down in your armchair. Even though you were usually quite good at being able to tell what people wanted, the Shelby seemed to be a very secretive man with an extraordinary handsome poker face. “And I hope you are too, Thomas. I don’t want to see my father being betrayed.”

He chuckled weakly. “Do I look like I would betray your family?”

“I don’t judge a book by its cover,” you told him, locking your eyes with his. “So, I do hope your heart isn’t as cold as the expression on your face.”

Your statement seemed to make him think. He didn’t break the connection your eyes had for another few seconds. Then he leaned back and sighed. “I myself hope that there is still more in my heart than coldness, Y/N.”

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and offered you a smoke by holding out the pack in your direction. You denied politely.

“I believe you are a smart man, Thomas,” you stated while Thomas put a cigarette between his lips and lit it. He exhaled the smoke slowly and cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah? And why is that?”

“I believe my father has expressed a particular wish … or should we say a particular hope towards you? One that possibly includes me?” you said and took a sip from the alcohol.

Thomas licked his lips and leaned forward. “Your father and I solely discussed business, nothing of your concern. But you may be correct with the assumption of me being a smart man.”

You slightly tilted your head to the side, waiting for Thomas to continue speaking. Although you were a confident woman, something about him made you feel uneasy, not sure if he was doing it on purpose or if that just belonged to his character.

“I can tell that there wasn’t an agreement between you and your father,” Thomas said, taking another drag from his smoke.

You scoffed. “Look. I’ll be honest with you. I have absolutely no interest in getting to know you or even dating you.”

Thomas didn’t comment on what you just said. He just kept on smoking his cigarette lazily.

“I also have no interest in my father’s businesses, and I don’t care about your deal with him.”

You paused again, trying to make out the expression on Thomas’ face. “But what I do care about is my relationship with my father and my stallion. And I’m sure you care about your business deal with my father, as we both know he is a very powerful man.”

You brought the whiskey back up to your lips. “So that being said and for the sake of your deal and my horse, please just pretend to be my boyfriend. I know we can agree that this will only have positive effects on either of our sides of this matter.”

You put the glass down on the coffee table between the sofa and the armchair and crossed your legs, waiting for a response.

What you didn’t expect was to see him smile. It almost looked as if he was laughing at you. “Pretend to be your boyfriend?”

“Yes, especially since neither of us fancies the other, this shouldn’t be a complicated task,” you said. “And of course, this agreement will automatically end when the business between you and my father is finished.”

Thomas looked at you in amusement. Then he cleared his throat and put out his cigarette in the ash tray on the table. “How bold of you to assume that I wasn’t interested in you.”

“There is no reason for me to believe otherwise,” you explained. It hadn’t originally been your plan to propose a fake relationship, but when the thought crossed your mind, you immediately knew it was the easiest and most logical solution to your problem. “We don’t know each other,” you continued, “and I’m more than convinced that we’re too different to ever have interest in each other.”

Thomas hummed in response. You didn’t know if that was a yes or a no. The expression had gone back to the emotionless stare that was impossible to assess. A deep sigh escaped your body and you leaned forward, grabbing your drink once again.

“What makes you think that we’re so different?” Thomas questioned.

You held back another sigh. You really didn’t want to talk to this stranger of a man about what you wanted in life and how you felt about your father’s business. But because it had been you who had suggested faking a relationship, you knew you couldn’t back out.

“One day, I’d love to have kids, Thomas,” you said. “And all I want for them is to grow up in a safe environment without gangs and corruption and violence. The only way I can ever offer them that is by marrying a man that has absolutely nothing to do with the business my dad is involved in. A nice, simple and caring man with a normal job.”

You paused and then added, “And morals.”

Thomas breathed in loudly, placing another cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He took his time until he finally spoke. “You’re very naïve, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry?”

His comment offended you, making your eyebrows furrow.

“Do you really believe you will ever not be associated with the relations and businesses your father has?” Thomas asked, looking at you intensely. “This lifestyle will follow you on every step you take in your life, you can never escape it. The only thing you can do is try to cope with it in a way that is right for you.”

You felt the pace of your heartbeat speed up with every word Thomas said, hating him for what he told you but deep down knowing he was right. Especially since you loved your family very much, despite your father’s work.

Thomas noticed you thinking about what he said. “You know I’m speaking the truth, Y/N.”

You ground your teeth together, avoiding his piercing gaze. You shot up to your feet, walking over to the chest of drawers. “I need another drink.”

Before you turned your back to Thomas, you could see him roll his eyes and then massage the bridge of his nose. “You don’t need a drink, you need common sense.”

“Common sense?” you hissed, spinning back around. “Do you know who you’re talking to, Thomas?”

“I do,” he answered. “And you’re still the one wanting me to pretend to be your boyfriend.”

You let out a sound of frustration, picking up the bottle of whiskey and walking back to the armchair to fill up your glass. This time you poured in twice as much.

“Fine.”

You watched Thomas’ corners of his mouth dance. It seemed as if you were amusing him with your attitude instead of promoting a serious talk between two responsible adults.

“Is something funny about our conversation?” you asked him angrily.

He shook his head. “No, but I’d like to propose a deal.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Of course, what did I expect from a gangster.”

“Would it be possible for me to take you on a date before I agree on taking part in this fabricated relationship?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “A date …?”

“Is that a no?” he said, raising his eyebrows and making you blush unexpectedly. You disliked it when people made your confident appearance crumble.

“Are you trying to make me like you?” you challenged him.

Thomas took a drag of his cigarette. “Am I making you insecure?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his remark. He really knew how to push your buttons. Although you weren’t able to say if in a good or bad way.

“Okay,” you finally said, smiling, as if you were defeated.

“Okay what?”

“Okay, I’ll let you take me on a date.”

Thomas gave you a quick smile. “Maybe, Y/N … maybe we won’t have to pretend in the end. Let me get to know you and let yourself get to know me.”

You nodded, still smiling at him. In that exact moment your father burst into the room, excusing himself for being absent for so long. “Something came up, please forgive me.”

Thomas put out his cigarette and stood up, turning to my father. “That’s all right, Mr. Y/L/N. Your daughter was very pleasant company.”

“I’m glad you two get along,” your father said, “That means there’s nothing standing in the way of our deal.”

Thomas chuckled and threw a glace over his shoulder towards you, making your cheeks get heated once again. “Not a thing.”

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nightwingshero · 4 years

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“ family isn’t always who you’re born with. it’s also who you’d die for. ” + dahlia 💋

I hope this is okay!!! Not nervous at all....nope. adskljfas;kjf

Not many things got to me. Whether it was because I had become numb to the ways of our world, I’e grown up with it. Even when I wasn’t sure, my spine was straight and made of steel. Even when Aflie betrayed us the times he had, when we had our enemies breathing down our throats, we stood firm and unafraid. Nothing shook us.

But some things did, and I hated to admit that. I hated that it wasn’t a knife or a bullet that left the wound in my chest, the unease in my mind as I sat at the dining table. I was sure that he hadn’t meant it, I knew that. He was growing, learning, and while I think there were instances where he was getting ahead of himself, Michael was finding his place. And with Pol trying to keep him from the business, it made everything harder.

I was a cousin, like him, and yet I was brought in on things. I worked with them on things he wasn’t allowed near. The bitterness was less about me, and more to do with what he had to handle. His own emotions, his mother, and none of that was my concern. But he made it my concern, he made it about me when he uttered those words.

“You’re not really a Shelby though, are you? So, why do you keep pretending to be?”

There wasn’t time to reply, Tommy had shown up the next second, calling him and Lizzie in for a meeting. I gathered my things, and the look on Lizzie’s shocked face was the last thing I saw before Tommy’s office doors were shut and I made my leave.

He didn’t mean it. He also didn’t understand. My upbringing having been so different than his, Michael wasn’t raised with them. I was. Michael had more complicated matters, more conflictions when it came to this life. I wouldn’t lie, I had believed I would’ve been kept at a distance once returning, but they had welcomed me with open arms. Tommy didn’t insist on me calling the woman who had taken me in, telling her where I was, and that I was coming home. But I was welcomed back with open arms and whiskey, and a place among them. A place at their side.

Michael and I were not the same. Our situations, our upbringings, our everything was different.

But why did his words hurt so much? Why did they feel true?

The opening and closing of the front door brought me out of my thoughts to find Tommy standing in the threshold of the dining room. He was breathing a bit heavily, his coat a bit wet from the rain. “Hello, Dahlia.”

“Tommy.” I replied, furrowing my brow as he walked around the table, taking off his coat.

“Been a while since we’ve been here, eh?” I watched as he folded his coat, placing it on the back of a chair before sitting next to me.

It had been a while. Sure, Esme and some of the others worked in the room over as men placed their bets. But this kitchen, this house, has been vacant and unused for a while, since Pol moved out. I had to wash the tea set twice just to make sure it was clean enough to be used.

“Feels like old times almost.” I muse. “We got big houses now, Tommy. No need to be here.” I joked with a small smile as I fidgeted with my cup. He just gave a slow nod, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

“Right.” he leaned back, looking me over. “You left before I could talk to you.”

“Mmm.” I hummed before sipping my tea. “I didn’t realize I was on your docket.”

“It was in my diary. I needed to meet with you.” he flicked ashes in the ashtray. “There’s some business that needs done in London.”

I threw him a look, uneasiness turning my stomach. “Business?”

“Yeah. With Mr. Solomons.” He flicked again before taking a drag. Exhaling with a sigh, he continues. “I need a meeting set up to discuss some details, in hopes of making a deal. Can you do that for me?”

“I...I don’t think so, Tommy. I think maybe you should ask John or Arthur, you know? Especially if it’s Peaky business. And if it’s Shelby Company business, Ada is in London. She’s sweet and is more a calming presence than I do.”

He would take her more seriously. I don’t say it, and I’m not sure if Tommy can pick it up in the silence as he gives a furrowed look. He’s not amused, I’m aware, and I don’t think he believes I’m serious, but I am. Because if my cousins believed that I truly didn’t have a place, that the value I placed on myself was misplaced, then what did Alfie think? Did he laugh at me internally when his cock was buried deep in me? Mocking me behind my back, keeping me entertained and out of the way of more serious matters because that’s where I truly belonged.

“What?” Tommy breathed out, staring at me and waiting for my response. I know well enough that he had heard me. This was Tommy’s way of giving me the opportunity to backtrack, to change it. But I won’t.

“Arthur and John, they are better experienced--”

“John is hot headed, Dahlia.” Tommy cut me off as he leaned his elbow on the table. “Esme isn’t going to set foot in London, and he won’t leave the kids. John and Solomons would create problems. Same as Arthur. And he’s had his time in London. There’s still some bad blood and I don’t need that.”

“But maybe--”

“Ada wants nothing to do with that side, and Alfie wouldn’t trust her. She can’t handle him, you know she couldn’t.”

“Pol could--”

Tommy pointed to me, the cigarette between his fingers giving off smoke as he leaned in. “I didn’t put them in charge of London, did I?” he whispered. “I put you. Not Arthur, not John or Ada, and definitely not fucking Pol. You. And if that changes now, it will disrupt business. Solomons won’t trust anyone else, he’ll see it as an opportunity and as unrest within the family.” He took a drag before sinking back. “He won’t allow anyone else in his shop, Dahlia.”

“He doesn’t know anyone else, Tommy.” I argued. “Johnny Dogs could--”

“You were in the agreement, Dahlia. You would handle the in-between, help him keep our partnership in good faith. No bad business.”

“Then revisit the agreement, Tommy. Renegotiate.”

“There’s no need--”

“Tommy--”

“For fuck’s sake, Dahlia.” he clipped out Dahlia. “It’s your job, why--”

“Because I’m not a Shelby!” I snap. I’m breathing heavily as tears well in my eyes and I turn away as he stares at me silently, judging and calculating. I can see his thumb tap lightly against the cigarette that’s almost burned away.

“You...fucking what?”

I sigh, my breath shaky and it almost catches in my throat. I hate the way my voice breaks, but I speak anyway. “I’m not a true Shelby sibling, Tommy. I’m...I’m not like Arthur or John. I’m not like Ada...I’m a cousin, you know? My last name isn’t even Shelby. My father--”

“Is my fucking uncle.” Tommy cut off quietly, but I could hear the power of his anger. He leaned forward again, his blue eyes piercing. “And he raised us like his fucking own, eh? Me and my brothers, little Ada. All of us, you remember?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I remember, Tommy.” I answer as a few tears fall. “Before I left.”

“Don’t fucking care you left, because you fucking came back.” I looked at him fully as he held my gaze. “Eh? Doesn’t matter. I don’t give a fuck what Michael says.” He took a last drag as my eyes widened. Tommy nodded at seeing my expression before putting out the cigarette. “Yeah. I heard. Not fucking deaf. And Lizzie would let something like that slide.”

“Did you--?”

“I didn’t say anything to him. Don’t fucking need to.” He turned back to me. “Michael’s not the boss. Michael wasn’t here, Michael didn’t run this company when we were at war. It wasn’t him that helped Danny Whizzbang in London. It wasn’t him that would help me steal from the drunks at night when we were kids. That was us, Dahlia. It’s no one’s fault you both got taken, eh? But you earned your place with the Peakys, and within the company.” He placed his hand on the back of my head, pulling me forward, our foreheads brushing lightly. His thumb rubbed my hair softly as more tears fell. “Family isn’t who you’re always born with, eh? It’s also who you’d die for. Yeah? We Shelby’s just happen to do both.” he whispered as he pressed his forehead firmly against mine. “You’re a Shelby, Dahlia. You’re a Shelby through blood and through spirit. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”

He placed a quick kiss on my forehead before raising and I quickly wipe the tears away, relief soothing all the self-doubts. Tommy cleared his throat as he grabbed his coat, shaking it out and putting it back on with his cap.

“Go to London, get something set up with Alfie. Let me know when.”

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 4 years

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Burned Part 9

Summary: Alfie Solomons is in need of a secretary. Tommy Shelby mentions a young woman in need of employment. From there the two step into a dangerous dance together.

Part 9: Arguments ensue over the Shelbys and Louise celebrates a birthday

The next morning, Louise called Alfie and told him she was feeling under the weather and wouldn’t be going to work. The man didn’t mind and didn’t suspect anything. Then she rang Ishmael and said Alfie allowed her the car for the day. The boy gave her the keys without much hesitation. Alfie treated Louise like royalty so he wasn’t in any position to question. It may not have been fair to lie, but there was something she had to do.

Louise pulled up the gravel drive, amazed by the beauty and intense power of the Arrow House. It was fairly similar to the estate she grew up in, but it had been some time since she’d seen such a stately home.

She walked up the steps with a bouquet of condolence lilies. After ringing the doorbell, she realized how nervous she was. There was no telling how a man like Tommy Shelby mourned.

Polly answered the door; a look of surprise crossed her face. “Louise, I haven’t seen you in nearly a year.” The last time, the young woman was in Birmingham she was clutching a blood-soaked sweater to her stab wounds.

“Ms. Gray, it’s so nice to see you again. I was saddened to hear the news about Grace, I heard she was a lovely woman.”

Polly had a feeling Louise was raised to be a socialite even if she never became one. But every occasion, happy or sad, had a set of etiquette and demeanor. And although she fit the role well, Louise did seem genuine. “Thank you, dear. I’ll let Tommy know you stopped by.” Polly said gently and took the flowers.

“Is he not home? Have I come at a bad time?” Louise was hoping to give her condolences to the widower.

“I’m afraid he’s absent at the moment.” Tommy’s aunt sighed heavily. She knew he was out in the pastures and there would be nothing to coax him back. He was in such a state. “He hasn’t been seeing anyone lately.”

“Oh no, of course.” Louise nodded. “I can’t imagine what he’s going through. I don’t want to intrude.”

Polly had no ill feelings toward the woman. In fact, she was glad to she’d recovered so well from the attack. “Do you want to come in for tea?” She offered. “Ada’s here as well.”

“That sounds lovely, thank you, but I should get back. I want to return Alfie’s car soon.”

Concern set on Polly’s face at the mention of that name. “Alfie. Alfie Solomons?” She asked slowly.

“Yes, Tommy helped me get a job in the bakery.” Louise thought it was strange that Polly, who Alfie said was a key piece of the Shelby company, didn’t know about the arrangement.

“He…” The older woman pinched the bridge of her nose with a weary groan. She cursed her nephew for making such a foolish decision. “Love, that man is dangerously unhinged.”

“Oh, Ms. Gray, it’s alright.” Louise grew uncomfortable. She didn’t want to hear someone judge Alfie when they didn’t know him as well as she did. “I am aware of Alfie’s business dealings.” Proper and polite even under the eyes of scrutiny. They were two women who were waist-deep in gang activity but she needed to be wary. Her loyalty lay with Alfie and Polly’s obviously lay with her family.

Polly studied her face. “Maybe I misjudged you. You may be naïve or maybe you like being under his wing. Just know that there are consequences to that.” She wasn’t criticizing, merely observing. She’d worked this job long enough.

Louise swallowed and stepped back. It was hard to hear the questions she’d asked herself at one point. “Please tell Mr. Shelby I’m sorry for his loss. Good day.” She said stiffly and returned to the car.

“Be careful, men like him get restless.”

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On the drive back, Louise couldn’t help but ruminate on Polly’s warning. Was she naïve or did she get thrills from danger? Was that really a reason to be with a person? Was Alfie with her for the right reasons? Would he ever tire of her?

It was late afternoon when Louise returned to her apartment. Unbeknownst to her, Alfie was waiting and had been for an hour.

He’d been in a frenzy ever since he asked Ishmael to call on Louise to make sure she was okay and didn’t need medication for her illness. Ishmael told him about giving her the car, unaware of her faux illness. The poor young man was still smarting after Alfie whacked him on the upside of the head and berated him about being thick.

After telling Ishmael off, Alfie was standing across from Louise’s apartment. He was two minutes from going to call for help to look for her.

When he saw her arrive, he headed towards her. “’Bout to lose me fucking mind.” His booming voice started Louise and made her drop her keys.

“Alfie!” She pressed a hand to her heart. “You cannot sneak up on me like that.” She stooped down to retrieve her keys.

His face was already turning red since he’d worked himself up enough before she’d even arrived. “Where’ve you been, eh?” She could see he was deeply angered. It wasn’t a fit of temper flaring because of irritation. No, he’d been moved to a fierce displeasure.

“I said I was home for the day. Then I ran some errands when I felt up to leaving the flat.” She turned her back to him while opening the door.

Alfie stormed inside once it was unlocked.

Louise stood dumbfounded. “Why, yes, Alfie, do come in.” She muttered sarcastically under her breath. She followed behind him.

“You’re fucking lying to me.” He paced in the front hall like a caged tiger. “You lied to me and you lied to me fucking staff!”

“I’m-”

“Don’t.” He stopped and held up a finger. His jaw was twitching from how hard he was clenching his teeth. His eyes were wide and he looked ready to kick off. “Dozens of times I called.” His voice climbed in volume. “Called your neighbors, they said you’d left hours ago. Called ‘bout everyone in Camden looking for you!” He pointed at her accusingly. “So ‘fore you answer, think, yeah? Because you don’t know what I can find out, love.”

Louise stared at him, disgusted by how threatening his tone was. “I am an adult and I’m free to go about my own life.” She retorted and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t need to ask for Alfie Solomons’s permission to go anywhere.”

His nostrils flared. “You think it’s fucking fine to just disappear, not telling anyone where you’ve fucking gone?” He demanded, his eyes narrowing.

“Since when do I have to tell anyone where I’m going?” She exclaimed.

“Unbelievable,” He slammed his cane down on the hardwood floor almost making the flat shake around him, “acting like a fucking child. Just tell me where you were.”

“I’m acting like a child?” She scoffed and threw her hands up. “I’m not the one throwing a tantrum, you are!”

“Where were you?” He repeated.

“I was out.”

“Louise, I swear…”

“What? You’ll punish me like one of your men?” She challenged with a sharp snap.

Alfie felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach. “I would…would never.” His voice broke out in shame. The fact that it had even crossed her mind made him sick. He never wanted to be grouped in with the men who would abuse a woman. “Fucking hell, Lou, can’t you see I’m terrified to lose you?”

“You aren’t losing me, you daft man. If I was going to leave you, I’d tell you.” She saw the crack in his anger but she was still upset by how he approached her. So she didn't back down.

“That’s not what I’m talking ‘bout.” He muttered and chewed at the inside of his cheek. He gripped his hands together anxiously as he stayed under her gaze.

“Then what in the world are you so worked up about?”

He bit his tongue but couldn’t hold back. “I ain’t ‘bout to lose you like that!” He shouted.

They faced each other in the hall, the room falling silent for a moment. Alfie’s shoulder heaving and his face twisted in grief.

“Like what? I don’t know what you’re on about.” Her voice quieted as they arrived at the root of his anger.

He grimaced and scrubbed a hand over his face, fidgeting in distress. “Like Grace. Like fucking Tommy Shelby. I ain’t gonna let some fucker take you from me because of what I do.” His voice wavered and he was on the brink of breaking down. “My worst fear is losing you, Louise. And my enemies can’t know that, yeah, or they’ll exploit it. This lifestyle, right, it’s fucking dangerous and I’ve put you right in the middle of it. I feel guilty but I…” He looked down at her hands. It was overwhelming to divulge in such personal feelings. It was so rare for him to even express such emotions. Now he had to learn how to put words to those emotions for Louise. She made it a bit easier but he was still working on it. “But I can’t be without you, Lou.”

“Well, you don’t have to.” She tried to get him to look at her again. But he kept his eyes downcast. “Alfie, I’m not going anywhere, I’ve already told you that.”

“What if you end up dead ‘cause of me?” His blue eyes slowly met her face again. He looked wracked with guilt and worry, his brow furrowed.

Louise’s voice stuck in her throat for a moment. It was hard to see him in such a state because she wasn’t confident in her ability to comfort him. She could only do her best. “Th-that won’t happen.” But it was impossible to say for sure. “Alfie, no one is guaranteed tomorrow.” She led him over to the parlor to sit. Wrapping her arms around him, she let him lean on her. She pressed soothing kisses to the side of his face. “The only thing I’m concerned about is spending my time with you. Because, in the end, that’s what matters to me. I don’t care how much time we have left, I care that I’m with you.”

Alfie buried his face in the crook of her neck, closing his eyes. He tried to steady his breath but had gotten so worked up it would take some time before he evened out again. “I’m no good, Lou.”

“You’ve told me that before but I still don’t agree.” She whispered and held him close.

He sighed deeply and knew he could never change her mind. They sat in silence, Louise rubbing his shoulder and kissing him every so often. Finally, Alfie had calmed down enough to be rational.

“Where were you?”

The accusation tone had left his voice so Louise was honest. “I went to pay my respects to the Shelbys.” She answered.

“Fucking hell.” He grumbled and lifted his head. “Right, I guess I can’t control where you go. But I would like a warning so I don’t lose me fucking mind again.”

Louise could compromise and nodded. “Okay, I’m sorry, I just didn’t think you’d be happy with where I was going.”

He sat back and rubbed his eyes. The amount of worry for her had exhausted him. “I know you trust the Shelbys more than I do. But you need to be fucking careful with ‘em.”

“They’ve only treated me kindly.”

“I know…I know.” He rested his elbows on his knees and hunched over slightly. He wouldn’t launch into another argument with her. One was more than enough for a long time. “But just please, exercise caution.” He pled.

Sensing the desperation behind his words, she nodded. “Alright, next time I’ll tell you and we can discuss it.” She suggested. “I’m sorry for upsetting you.” She leaned forward to touch his cheek and guide his eyes back to her.

“M’sorry for yelling.” He looked embarrassed. “Weren’t right, you deserve better treatment than that.”

“I know you didn’t mean it.” She pressed her forehead to his. “I love you, Alfie, that’s not going to change.”

Alfie wasn’t positive. He was a foul-mouthed sinner with blood on his hands. In any other world, Louise would be with someone who truly deserved her. But she persisted and remained with him. He wasn’t sure if he was the luckiest man in the world, or selfishly evil for keeping her by his side for his own benefit.

As if she could read his mind, she spoke again. “You’re stuck with me.” She informed him with a smile.

He chuckled weakly and tucked a curl behind her ear. He drew away to look into her eyes. The hazel flecks shining with adoration for him. She looked at him in a way no one else ever had. And he was sure no one else ever would. He was aware that he would only have eyes for her for the rest of his life. “Lou, I’d follow you to the fucking ends of the Earth if you asked me to. I’m yours.”

That was it. Alfie was surrendering. Releasing the doubts and falling to his knees in front of her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was encouraging to know that even when faced with a difficult issue, Louise’s relationship with Alfie could endure. In fact, she felt like it was even stronger. A real relationship dealt with the real world. She couldn’t have the fluffy relationships from the romance novels she read as a teenager. They simply did not exist.

She much preferred Alfie anyways. The sly glances he gave her throughout the day and the subtle touches warmed her heart. There was a major difference between Alfie at work and Alfie in private. There was a reputation that needed to be upheld. Louise didn’t change that if anything she enhanced it. Anyone who worked with them knew she was a major trigger. A gangster’s woman was sacred, the sole person on the Earth who had access to his heart. She wasn’t disposable. She was above all else. A Medusa to others. One glance could massively fuck you over.

Louise wasn’t very fond of being feared. If anything, she felt a little lonely. No one, except for Ollie would speak to her unless it was work related. And even then they preferred going to Ollie.

She’d made friends outside the bakery but she often worked long hours so it was hard to socialize. Only by her own choices though. Louise was dedicated to keeping Alfie’s life organized if to just ease his stress by a fraction. Plus she never wanted to be the young socialite who wandered around the house, bored and drunk before noon. Work gave her purpose.

“Lou, s’getting late. Why don’t you head home, love?”

She was sat at her desk when Alfie came to hover in the doorway between them. “I will after I’ve typed this up.” Her eyes remained fixed on the paper in front of her.

“You don’t have to finish everything today.” He leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You said you needed it by tomorrow.” She replied and mindlessly kept typing.

“Right, well, fuck what I said. Yeah, now I’m saying I don’t need it by tomorrow.”

Louise stilled her hands and looked up. “Are you going to say something different tomorrow.” She raised an eyebrow. “Because I’d rather get it done than face the wrath of Alfie Solomons tomorrow.”

He chuckled and straightened up. “C’mon, you, I’ll walk ya home.” He offered and turned to get his things.

“Sir.” A man jogged up to Louise’s desk.

“What?” Alfie grunted as the burden of work returned.

The dark haired boy looked no older than eighteen. The mere action of approaching Alfie made him appear ill with worry. His eyes were wide and he stood on edge, ready to bolt at any moment. “Sabini’s men, a few of ‘em threatened the pub owner down the street. He’s come to complain.”

Alfie’s face clouded over. Things weren’t well in London, especially on the Jewish front. Sabini was getting more confident and toeing the lines. With the possible threat from the Changretta’s, Alfie was starting to really lose his temper with the Italians. Even more so than before.

“Well, that’s fucking fantastic, innit?” He threw his hands up. “You tell him, yeah, that I’ll meet with him in an hour.” He pulled his hat on with a note of finality.

“Alfie,” Louise stood up and touched his arm for comfort. “You should meet with him now. I can stay for a bit or I’ll walk myself home.” She suggested in a steady voice.

“No.” He shook his head and checked his pocket watch before stuffing it in his pocket. “M’walking you home now. He can wait.”

“Sir, he’s very agitated.” The young man interjected. “He’s insisting that you…”

Alfie gave him a sharp glare. “Did I fucking mumble? Am I speaking another language? I am going to walk out them doors to bring Miss Barnes home then I will return. Only then will I speak to him. Not before. Is that fucking clear?”

“Yes, sir.” He stammered and hurried away to relay the message.

Louise slipped on her sweater and gathered up her belongings.

Alfie watched and waited patiently for her. “Too harsh you think?”

She smiled and took his awaiting arm. “You’re always too harsh, but that’s who you need to be for a job like this.” They walked through the bakery and out the back entrance to avoid the disgruntled client. The August night was chilly and the air held warnings of fall.

“Mhm, so you secretly like it then?” Alfie asked coyly. His cane clicked against the cobblestones as they walked side by side. Louise always felt so much safer next to him. It didn’t matter what time of the day it was or where they were. When she was on Alfie’s arm, she felt untouchable.

“What?” Louise’s cheeks went red. “A military captain as a boss?”

“No, as a lover.” He thoroughly enjoyed the small sinful smile that crossed her lips. A mischievous little angel.

“Captain Solomons, I’ve no clue what you’re on about.” She gave him a sly look. “I think you’re the one who wants to hold onto their military title.”

“Not quite.” He shook his head. “Fucking chucked that nonsense once I got back. Didn’t want to keep ‘em.”

“Your medals?” Louise asked as they approached her front stoop. “Why?”

He cleared his throat and shrugged. “What good are they here in London? M’not Captain Solomons anymore am I? What I did there, people couldn’t bother ‘bout could they?” His hat and the dim streetlamps cast a shadow over his face.

“I care.” She insisted and touched his chest. “You fought for our safety. I think that’s honorable and should be celebrated.” Britain did what it could for its veterans. But it could never be enough. Warfare had changed and there was no going back. Now countries could drag out deadly combat for years. The men who served never made it out okay. They either lost something physically or mentally. Who would want to celebrate an event that had so drastically altered them?

“Death innit something to give medals for.” He replied quietly.

Louise felt uncomfortable that she had pressed the matter. “Oh, Alfie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

He smiled and took her hand to kiss her knuckles. “Nothing to apologize for, love.”

She sighed and pressed her cheek to his hand. “Sometimes I just wish I could take on your pain.”

“Why’d you want to do something like that?” His eyebrows knit together.

“Because I love you.” Her hazel eyes landed softly on him. “And it isn’t easy to see someone you love in pain.”

“I know, but then you’d be in pain. Can’t have that now, can I?”

She smiled and let her hand slip from his. “You have work to do, Captain Solomons.” She pecked his cheek. “You can call me when you’re done.”

“Won’t keep you up. Might go on late.” He sighed and tugged on his beard. “Don’t hafta worry ‘bout me.”

“Try not to be so mean.” She teased softly and leaned against the handrail. “Be nice, I’m sure he’s worried.”

He sighed and pouted. “I’ll try me best.” He replied begrudgingly. “Won’t make any promises.”

“Fair enough.”

“See you tomorrow then.” He smiled and waited until she was safely inside. The lamp in the hall turned on and she gave him a loving smile through the window.

~~~~~~~~~

Louise didn’t give him much time to prepare. In fact, she was intending on keeping it from him for as long as she possibly could. But she’d let it slip that her birthday was the following weekend.

“What’s next Thursday’s date, Lou?” Alfie asked when he was elbow deep in paperwork.

“Well, Friday is the fourth, that’s my…” she sealed up instantly before the word slipped out.

He looked up at her over his glasses. “Is your…what?”

Louise just shook her head and shrugged.

He gave her a confused look. “It’s your birthday?” There was a very short list of things that could finish her sentence. And he hoped she didn’t mean to say it was her time of the month. He hated being sidelined for those few days.

She bit her lip but realized Alfie had her beat. “Yes.” She admitted. “My birthday is on Friday.”

“Well, d’ya forget to tell me?” A smile softened his features. “Eh? Silly lass.”

“Not exactly.” She shrugged again and sat on the edge of his desk. “I haven’t celebrated it in a while.” Her voice was sheepish through the admission. “Daniel always forgot or couldn’t be bothered. I guess I’ve just learned not to expect anything for it.”

“Well, that’s not me.” Alfie retorted. “If you’d’ve told me-”

“That’s just it though, Alfie.” She touched his hand. “I didn’t want you to fuss. There’s no reason to.”

His lower lip jutted out. “Well, won’t fuss ‘bout it. Just want to make you feel special, right?”

She shrugged and stood up. “I don’t need you to spoil me.”

“Well, ‘course I’m going to fucking spoil you.” He replied and reached for her hand before she went back to her desk. “Lou, you deserve it.”

“We’ve talked about this before, love, I only need you.” She turned back to him and set her journal down on his desk. “You’d be the best birthday present a girl could ever have.”

Alfie smiled and kissed the top of her hand. “M’still gonna spoil you.” He decided and went back to his work before she could argue with him.

Louise sighed deeply and shook her head. “Most stubborn man in London.” She mumbled and retrieved her things. “Maybe all of Britain. Or the world!”

He chuckled and ran his fingers down the chain of his glasses. “Fucking hell, that girl…”

~~~~~~~~~~~

At his request, Louise stayed over Alfie’s place the night before her birthday. Friday morning, she woke up to a beautiful sight. Her beloved was getting dressed near the bed. He grunted quietly as he pulled on his suspenders, his broad shoulders flexing.

Louise drew the sheets over her chest and smiled as he went about his day. “Is this my present?” She murmured.

He startled a little and turned around. “Fuck thought you were out cold.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. “Not your only present, love, I promise you that.”

She cradled his cheeks and gave him a stern look. “Alfie…I told you-”

“Trust me, Lou, I restrained myself.” He pecked her lips a few more times before withdrawing. “Right, I’ve got to head out. You, my love, have the day off. I’ll have Evelyn draw you a bath, relax today, yeah?”

“So I’m supposed to just laze around your home all day?” Louise propped her cheek up to watch him pull on his waistcoat. “Waiting for you to return?” She smiled.

“Well, it’s your place now too, love.” He informed her casually. He pocketed his watch and reached for his hat.

“What?” Louise sat up in shock. “Alfie?”

“That’s one present.” He gave her a playful look. “M’not paying your rent anymore because I’d like to have you here with me. If that’s alright?” He sat down on the bed next to her and sheepishly clasped his hands together. “Sorta more of a present to myself.” He admitted.

She bit back an overjoyed smile. “You want me to come live with you?” She wrapped her arms around him and rested her chin on his shoulder.

“’Course. Have you around all the time? S’fucking heaven, innit?” He touched her hand and let her kiss his cheek. “And, whenever we like, we’ve got a place to escape to as well.”

“Where’s that?” It was impossible to hide the smile. The news was like a dream to her. Spending more time with Alfie was nothing less than a dream come true for Louise.

“Margate, the cottage we stayed at. You liked it a lot, yeah?” He answered, happy to make her so excited. It felt like it was his main purpose at that moment was to make her as happy as possible. The more he could make her smile, the more satisfied he felt.

“You bought it?” Louise’s eyes lit up. “Alfie! I don't even know what to say.”

He laughed and wrapped an arm around her. “Told you, love, you deserve everything.” He murmured into the crook of her neck. “Would give you the fucking world if I could.”

“You have, you already have.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Alfie promised a relaxing day for Louise and he didn’t fall short. After taking the morning for herself, she took Cyril for a long walk. When she returned, she found her things already brought to the flat. She also discovered a new dress waiting on the bed along with a note from Alfie. She took her time getting ready for her night with him. Evelyn helped her, doing her curls and babbling on about Ishmael bringing her flowers. Then she rambled on about how much happier Alfie seemed now that Louise was in his life. The young woman was intent that the two would marry and have many children in the near future. For the finishing touch, Alfie had gotten her a silver gown that glimmered in the light. It made her feel divine, especially when Alfie returned home and saw her in it. He was speechless for a bit until he let out a ‘fucking hell’ like clockwork.

“One more thing.” He turned her around so he could carefully place a necklace over her collarbone.

Louise held the necklace and gasped softly. “Alfie…” Clear and pure sapphire stones decorated the silver chain.

“Do you like it?” He rested his hands on her shoulders once the necklace was clasped. "Reminded me of the dress you wore when we first went out together."

The sentimental meaning made her heart skip a beat. “It’s too much but I love it.” She murmured and kissed him firmly. “Alright, Mr. Solomons, take me out on the town.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Evening, Mr. Solomons.” The man at the door greeted him politely, giving a nod of respect.

“Benjamin, how are ya? Wife’s well I trust?” He cleared his throat and went to help Louise out of her coat.

Louise watched Alfie socialize. It was a rare sight to see. He usually went to parties or bars in a manner of business. And business interactions usually didn’t go well, threats were abundant. But now here he was chatting to the man like nothing she’d ever seen before. Louise thought he was always guarded in public.

“His wife runs a great charity, wonderful really.” He told Louise. “Should have you meet her, she’s a lovely woman, this ol’ bastard’s lucky to have her, innit he?”

Benjamin laughed, the older man seemed comfortable with Alfie, unlike the majority of London. “And who’s this then? Never seen you entertain before, Alfie.” He had warm eyes with good intentions. That was most likely why they got along. An untrusting man such as Alfie could find a little leeway here and there.

“This is Louise, very special to me. S’her birthday, actually.” The gangster seemed more than pleased to brag about the beautiful woman on his arm. It made Louise even happier, a feat that seemed nearly impossible after all the gifts Alfie had bestowed on her.

“Well, happy birthday, Louise. Lovely to meet a woman who can put a smile on Mr. Solomons' face.”

Louise squeezed Alfie’s arm. “I try my best.”

“All on the house, as usual. You two have fun now.”

Alfie escorted Louise inside. The bad and dance floor was packed. Loud jazz music almost shook the floor. She stuck close to him so she wouldn’t bump into anyone else. He brought her past the dance floor to a staircase. The second floor overlooked the club below. It was less crowded, a few couples talking intimately at tables, some wallflowers smoking by the railing and watching the dancers below.

They found a table by a corner where it was quietest. Louise leaned over the small table, taking his hands. “Thank you for everything today.” She said gratefully. "Truly, I couldn't be more blessed."

“Everything was good?” He asked making sure she was utterly content with the day.

“Of course, Alfie. You’ve spoiled me so much but being able to spend time with you always makes me happy.”

“Couldn’t even imagine how happy it makes me.”

“Oh really? Wanna bet?”

“Louise?” An unfamiliar voice startled the two out of their moment.

She looked up and dread stuck in her throat when she saw who interrupted them. “Will.” She was in shock to see the man her parents intended for her to marry so many years ago. They hadn’t spoken since Louise eloped with Daniel.

Now he was older, wore an expensive-looking suit, was clearly drunk, and had a petite blonde by his side. It was clear he'd remained in the elite lifestyle and wore it like a badge of honor. Always going out, throwing around money, and draining the trust fund on expensive cars and horses.

“Louise Barnes.” He shook his head, looking amused at the very sight of her. “Tess, this is the girl I was telling you about. From Surrey.”

“Oh!” The blonde’s eyes widened and she giggled. “So, nice to meet you.”

Louise felt Alfie’s hand tighten and his eyes narrowed. It was about to get ugly and Louise wasn't sure Will knew what he was getting himself into.

“Um, Alfie, this is Will. He was a friend of my family.” She introduced awkwardly. She’d told him about her betrothal but they never spoke any further about it. It was a part of her life she would've rather kept locked up. Instead, she was forced to relive it.

“Well, I’d argue I was a bit more than that, Louise. We were meant to be married. For years our parents were planning it.” Will laughed with no attempt to hide his malice. “Then we all found out she’s gone and ran off with a drunkard.”

Will’s girlfriend tittered along with him like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. A rich girl throwing her money away instead of relying on it until the day she died.

“How is he then? How’s your husband? What's his name again?"

“He’s passed. I’ve remarried.” Louise lifted her chin and looked him deadset in the eyes.

“Is that so? Louise Barnes managed to find another low life?”

“It’s Solomons now, actually.” Alfie stood up, adjusting the rings on his fingers. “That’ll be Mrs. Solomons to you, mate.” He looked up from under the grim of his hat, casting a menacing shadow over his face. “Will, is it? Name’s Alfie Solomons.”

Realization struck Will’s face. The young male aristocrats were well aware of Britain’s underworld. They often paid for protection, sold their liquor at bars they owned for fun and used bookies for sport. Alfie Solomons was a name on the list of people not to fuck with. It didn’t matter how much money you had or from which family you came from. But a man full of gin loses a sense of danger and will tempt an enraged bear.

“Well, she always wanted to fuck the bad boys, didn’t she?” Will laughed and patted Alfie on the arm.

The gangster plastered on a fake smile and laughed along. A ploy he used to throw off his victims before he set in the final blow. “Aw Lou, he’s just a joker, innit he? Can’t imagine why you passed him up, yeah, real catch.”

She just shrugged, waiting for the switch to flip. It was mildly amusing to watch now that she had learned the psychological strategies he used against opponents. It was as if she were watching a sporting match, a chess game of intimidation. And it helped that Will deserved what was coming to him.

“Fucking hilarious. How ‘bout this one, mate?” Alfie grabbed Will by the arm with an iron grip. “You keep blabbering on ‘bout my wife, gossiping like an old lady? Yeah? And I’ll fucking rip your tongue out an then shove it down your fucking throat.”

The smile dropped off Will’s face. His girlfriend clutched at his arm, the two were stunned by the threat.

“Right. Now, since it’s me wife’s birthday I won’t let you bother her again. So if I see you in my fucking line of vision you’ll lose an eye. That seem fair?” Alfie sized Will up, squinting his eyes at him for a moment. “Yeah…make that both your eyes. Now fuck off.”

They didn’t linger long and Alfie sat down with a heavy grunt. “Fucking lowlife.” He muttered. “Sorry, ‘bout that, love.” He partially regretted making a scene in front of Louise on her birthday. But he wasn’t about to let Will get away with the remarks either.

Louise bit back a smile and pecked his cheek. “You’re lovely.” She murmured affectionately.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Yeah? What makes you say that?”

“You stand up for me.” She moved closer to him, pressing her forehead to his temple so he could hear her over the music. “Men like that are spineless but you…you’re something else. And I love you for that.”

He smiled and took her hand in his again. “Well you’re a woman standing up for, ain’t ya? A husband’s gotta look out for his wife?”

A blush spread over her face. “Sorry about that. It just sort of popped out.” She admitted shyly and fiddled with the collar of his shirt.

“Nah, s’alright. It were nice to say, weren’t it? Just didn’t know you were thinking ‘bout stuff like that, yeah?” He lifted a hand to the nape of her neck, his rough fingers tracing down her spine.

She shivered under his touch and cuddled closer. The distance between them was unacceptable in her view. “Evelyn mentioned it and I guess…” She shrugged slightly. “It sounded nice.”

“Yeah, did sound nice.” Alfie’s heart ached for her. He wanted to give her everything. But he was unsure if he could promise a marriage. He didn’t know if that was a chance he was willing to take on her safety.

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All Is Fair: Ch. 14 Bad Day

Tommy Shelby and his Napoleon complex get on Lia's nerves. She loves the man, but she can't deal with the way he insists on micromanaging her life. OFC he responds by doubling down on meddling with her career. Tommy recruits Ada as an accomplice/someone to deflect blame from him. Also, Lia decides that it is high time to reunite with her bitchy cousin.

In the house that Tommy gave to Lia there were two telephones. One was located upstairs in her bedroom, which was an almost unheard of luxury for the times. The second was settled into a built in phone nook just off of the downstairs parlor. It was there that Lia stood with a tight grip on the receiver.

She swallowed and cleared her throat as she waited for the operator.

“Small Heath 459,” she rasped when the operator came on. Her nerves had made her mouth go all dry. She cleared her throat again and took a deep breath when the phone began to ring...and ring...and ring. She rested her forehead against the phone nook and squeezed her eyes shut, simultaneously hoping that Jenny would/wouldn’t pick up.

The voice of the operator came back on. “There isn't any answer. Would you like me to try again?”

Lia’s eyes snapped open, and she replied, “No, thank you.” She needed to hear Jenny’s voice, but a large part of her simply felt relief when she hadn’t answered the phone. She couldn’t help but feel ashamed that she had left it so long to apologize. Things would be awkward and unnatural between them now.

It had taken a herculean effort to muster up the courage to call Jenny at all, and Lia had agonized over what she would say to make things right. She had not seen or spoken to her cousin since the night that she left to move into the house that Tommy had provided for her. She figured that a phone call would help to break the ice, then a meeting in a public place would keep things from getting too heated. The last thing she wanted was a repeat of their last conversation— the one that led to their current standoff. Jenny had never been a fan of Tommy, but Lia hoped that the space between them had led her cousin to reconsider the hard stance she had taken on him. Maybe her views had softened with time, or at the very least, maybe she would go easier on him for the sake of her relationship with Lia.

As obstinate and opinionated as Jenny could be, Lia missed the grounding effect that she had on her. Jenny was a connection to home. Lia’s life was changing at an overwhelming speed and she felt, sometimes, that she was losing sight of herself. Her goals and dreams and all the things she wanted when she moved to the city were sliding out of view and being replaced by Tommy’s world. It was thrilling, in a way, but it was also disorienting. She needed to speak to someone other than the Shelbys about the trajectory her life was taking. If she held on to Jenny it would be like holding on to a part of herself.

After hanging up the phone, Lia stretched her neck and yawned. The events of the day had caught up with her. She had ridden over hell’s half-acre with Tommy and Johnny Dogs in the pursuit of a majestic black stallion. On any other day, Lia would have surrendered herself to the crisp air that whistled through the car window vents and the sparse rays of sun that peeked from the hazy English sky. On this particular day, though, Lia couldn’t shake the knowledge that because of Tommy’s decision she had lost out on a major opportunity. It had cast a worrisome gloom over the day for her. She tried her best to hide it from Tommy, but she caught his questioning glances more than once as they rode along. He knew that she was preoccupied, and he knew why. He had overstepped the mark. Even Johnny’s stories couldn’t mask the uneasiness between them.

Late in the evening when Tommy walked her to the door, instead of coming into her parlor for a drink he kissed her goodbye in her foyer. He stood enticingly close to her, but he avoided her eyes as he said, “I can tell that you are tired, Love. I’ll go.”

Lia’s chest felt tight. She had so many mixed emotions, so many feelings that she needed to express, but she couldn’t find the right words. “Tommy…” He turned back when she called his name. His face expectant and slightly hopeful. “...Will I see you tomorrow?”

His eyes met hers for the first time in hours and she saw something that might have been gratitude. “I will come here after work,” he softly answered, and then he was gone.

She replayed the scene in her mind as she sat down in the hall to remove her boots. They were muddy from tramping the fields with Tommy. They needed a good cleaning and oiling, so she took one in each hand and traveled in sock feet to the utility room. Her body was dead tired, but her mind buzzed with the unfinished business of the day. As she wiped the mud from leather, she thought about trying to reach Jenny at work tomorrow and what she might say to convince her to meet for lunch. It was probably best to put the bad blood with her cousin behind her while she still had the nerve.

She reached for the oil next. As she rubbed it in, she felt a little ashamed for her behavior toward Tommy. She didn’t excuse his lack of consideration for her work, but she felt like she should have told him off and then dropped it instead of sulking all day. He was so used to being the king of everything that he could not fathom why she disagreed with his takeover of every aspect of her life. It was almost comical. It would take some finesse, she reckoned, but she would have to explain to him that she was a bit more modern than what he was accustomed to. She would be direct, and tell him that he was not to interfere with her work, or anything else, without her knowledge. She didn’t want to lose him, but she couldn’t lose herself to keep him.

***

“I don’t want any part in this ill advised charade.”

“I just need you to write a few letters. Make a few calls. I will be spending the majority of my time in London after the new year, and I plan to have Lia there with me.”

Ada pursed her lips as he spoke. Her eyes judged him harshly. “Then you need to have her make her own inquiries. You will only push her away with your meddling.”

“She does not have the connections that we do. Ada, please.”

Tommy never said “please” to anyone. Not even Ada. Her resolve began to wane as she caught the look in her brother’s eyes. He was worried. “Tommy, are you having problems with Lia?”

He considered his answer before responding. “Lia has aspirations. She needs to be something more than just my companion.”

“So you want to smooth the way for her so that life will be easier for you?”

“I want her to be happy. If I can pull a few strings,” He shrugged as he lit a cigarette, “where’s the harm in that, eh?”

Ada leaned over his desk and took the cigarette from between his fingers. She inhaled deeply and then exhaled the smoke in a long, graceful plume before handing it back to him. “If she discovers that we have ‘pulled some strings’, she isn’t just going to be angry with you, you know. She will be livid with me as well.”

Tommy eyed the blood red lipstick ring that Ada had left on the cigarette. With an air annoyance, he placed it into the ashtray and lit another. “Then don’t get caught.”

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beautifultypewriter · 5 years

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In The Morning ~ Arthur Shelby

Requested: No

Warnings: Drinking (I don’t think there’s anything else, please correct me if I’m wrong)

Word Count: 1,389

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x fem!reader

Prompt: “What do you mean maybe? That’s a yes or no question.”

Summary: After an unpleasant night at The Garrison, Arthur hopes for the reader’s forgiveness.

A/N: This is for @collecting-stories 5k writing challenge. First off, if you don’t know her blog go there right now because she is amazing. Second, I loved being part of this and I loved writing for Arthur! Thanks for reading!

He promised. He promised there would be no fights. He promised that he would only have one drink. Most importantly he promised that tonight was about you and him. Unfortunately for you, and now Arthur, he had broken all of those promises.

The night had started out alright. Arthur had swept you from the betting shop, loudly proclaiming that you looked far too beautiful to just go home straight after work. He led you down the road to The Garrison for “one drink, love, that’s all. I promise,” those were his exact words. You had believed him after he flashed you a charming smile; the one you could never resist. You should have known the second you walked into the establishment that tonight was not going to go your way. Arthur’s brothers were already there, and they raised a glass to him in greeting. Smiling at them, he turned to you and pecked your cheek, “Just a minute, love.”

As he moved to walk over to them, you grabbed his arm, “Tonight is about you and me, right?” You stared at him, desperation clear in your eyes. You really weren’t in the mood to drag a drunk Arthur home tonight.

He nodded once at you, smile still present on his lips, “Of course.” You smiled back, but a frown quickly overtook your face as Arthur pulled away from you, “Just want to say hello.” And he was gone, over with his brothers and cousin and you were left standing just inside the doorway, staring at the group with wary eyes. You decided that it would be best for you to find a seat and order a drink. Maybe Arthur wouldn’t get pulled into the good time that was always had with his brothers. Maybe he would say hello and quickly make his way back to you, fulfilling his promise to spend the evening together. That was asking too much though, and you sighed as Harry placed a drink in front of you. You grabbed the glass and quickly downed the whisky, shaking your head at the burn, and motioning for Harry to refill it. He rose an eyebrow at you, but silently complied with your request. You decided to nurse this glass, and you turned back to Arthur to see him loudly laughing with John. Narrowing your eyes, you stared at Arthur as a haze fell around the room, cigarette smoke swirling around. You watched as Arthur drank more than the one drink he promised he would have. You watched as he almost started the fight he promised he wasn’t going to have and you watched as he stayed with his brothers, not once coming over to you.

Finally having enough of this night, you jumped to your feet and stormed to the door. You moved quickly out of the pub and down the dark street. Arthur was quick to notice despite the state he was in and he stumbled behind you, calling your name, trying to get you to slow down and talk to him. He honestly didn’t know why you were upset and that made you roll your eyes as you picked up your pace and quickly made your way down the street towards yours and Arthur’s home.

Once you had reached your small home, you pushed the door open and made your way up the stairs. As you entered your bedroom, you could feel Arthur trailing close behind you, but you refused to acknowledge his presence. Instead you kicked off your heels and moved over to your wardrobe. Even as you felt your husband’s stare on your back, you pulled your nightclothes from one of the drawers and set about pulling your dress off. His gaze burned hotter on your skin, but you wouldn’t yield. He had broken his promises to you and now he had to deal with the consequences. One of those consequences was that he was not allowed to touch you, so when you felt his warm hand on your bare shoulder, you quickly slapped it away. He made a small noise of protest, but he didn’t move to touch you again. Even in his inebriated state, he knew better than that. After you had pulled your nightclothes on, you sat at the small vanity in your bedroom and set to the task of removing your makeup. Your husband stood behind you on unsteady feet, watching as you continued to prepare yourself for bed. He slipped off his jacket and carelessly tossed it onto an empty chair before turning to you again. Arthur lowered himself so that he could rest his chin on your shoulder, “You still mad at me, love?”

You avoided looking into his eyes and instead shrugged your shoulders, “Maybe.”

Arthur squinted at you through the mirror, “What do you mean maybe? That’s a yes or no question.” You huffed as you stood up, effectively throwing Arthur’s balance off, which sent him to the floor. You smirked a bit at that. He sat there, staring up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and confusion clear in his eyes.

You allowed yourself to look at him as you pulled back the covers of your bed, “It means I’ll decide in the morning if I’m still angry with you.” You climbed into bed and pulled the covers up, turning so you were facing the wall. You could hear Arthur mumbling curses under his breath as he attempted to pull himself to his feet. The bed shook as Arthur leaned against it in order to pull himself up. He cursed again and you guessed that he was trying to kick his shoes off. Judging by the thud, you figured that he had failed and was once again on the floor. With more mumbled curses, two thuds were heard, and the blanket was being shifted. You turned to see Arthur, now shoeless, pulling himself up onto the bed and shifting closer to you. Before he could get too close though, you turned away from him and moved as close as you could to the edge of the mattress.

Arthur only sighed as he rolled over to you until his chest was pressed against your back and his lips were at your ear, “Come on then, you can’t be mad at me.” He pressed a kiss to your temple before he was back at your ear, “I love you.” His words were muffled, but you still heard them. Your resolve cracked a little, but only a little. Three pretty words were not going to sway you so easily. He needed to realize what he did was wrong, and the only way things got through Arthur’s thick skull was for you to make him feel the same things you did. Talking never really did you any good. Action was always better and with Arthur’s intoxicated state, your actions needed to be loud and clear, so you stayed where you were, not even acknowledging what he said. He leaned up a bit, “Did ya hear me?”

You nodded, “Oh I heard you. I just don’t have anything to say to you right now.” As an afterthought, you added under your breath, “Just like you didn’t have anything to say to me earlier.” Your husband fell back onto his pillow, his breath coming out in a long sigh. You felt his fingertips lightly graze your arm and you had to fight the shiver that threatened to roll through you.

Arthur continued his movements, “I’m sorry, love.” He sighed again and his hand stopped, “I should… I should ‘ave stayed and not gone to see the boys.” His arm fell heavily onto your waist, “I promised, didn’t I?” You nodded once and his arm tightened, “Then ya should be mad at me. I’ve messed it up, haven’t I? I don’t mean to because I do love you.” You knew he was going to ramble on if you didn’t stop him.

“Arthur.”

He hummed in response, “Yes, love?”

“Go to sleep.”

“Okay, love.” He snuggled closer to you, resting his face in the crook of your neck. It was silent for a few minutes and you could hear Arthur’s breathing start to even out.

When you knew he was a second away from sleep, you whispered, “No.” Arthur’s arm tightened around your waist and you felt him smile against your skin.

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amostimprobabledream · 4 years

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Vernalagnia (Tommy x May)

She goes home from the Derby in her silly red dress and prepares to tuck it, and her dreams, away.

May sighs and pushes a lock of hair behind her ear. She shouldn't be surprised. Not really. Didn't he warn her at the stables?

There's someone…

The girl who was supposed to be sailing away. The secret. Passably good-looking, though not as beautiful as May had imagined. For a man like Tommy Shelby to still be interested after two years (May did her homework), but she supposes it hardly matters now, whatever she looks like.

Tommy has made his choice.

It's silly, the way her chest aches as if it's missing something that was only recently there. She had thought after she lost her husband that nothing else could hurt her like that again. She swam in pain, then. She'd wake every day feeling like the weight of the ocean was bearing down on her and she'd choke and gasp for air, wondering if it was possible to drown by her own tears.

Her father had held her up, stopped her from sinking. He knew what it was like to lose someone – May's own recollections of Mama are misty and vague, but when she became a young woman, her father would look at her with such pain in his eyes. They never spoke about it out loud, but May knows that for her father, Mama has never been a distant memory.

Enough of this. May thinks sternly to herself as she holds out a foot and allows the made to remove her muddy riding boots. She could and would do it herself, usually, but she often gets the sense that the maids want to do more than what she asks of them. They're probably bored, with only one mistress to attend to in this big, expansive house. May has guests over all the time, but no matter how many they are, they never seem able to quite drown out how their voices and footsteps still echo.

"Will there be anything else, madam?" the maid asks her. "Some tea, perhaps?"

"No, that's quite all right, Winnie," May says, managing a smile. "I've had a long day. I think I'll just retire for the evening."

Winifred accepts this with a nod and a smile of her own, but her disappointment is clear as she leaves. They really are bored, but May isn't in the mood for witnesses to her melancholy at the moment. She'll speak to them tomorrow, maybe.

"You don't know maids."

May closes her eyes for a moment, as if it takes all of her concentration to banish the phantom image of Tommy Shelby from her mind. He's proving rather insistent about staying there, unfortunately, even if he isn't so keen to do so in person.

May undresses, holding out her red dress and inspecting it in the low lamplight and she knows she'll always think of the Derby when she looks at it, no matter where else she might wear the dress. It's a shame, it's a beautiful colour and a fashionable design, but the memories stain it far worse than any mud could hope to. They cling like perfume. She's almost tempted to fling it on the fire and watch the flames chew through it, but that seems melodramatic. Maybe she should give it to Winifred, instead.

Sensing that sleep will not come easily to her that night, May pours herself a drink. Brandy, to warm up the numb feeling that has settled inside her like snow.

"Cheers," May murmurs to nobody, before swallowing a mouthful.

It goes down warm and sweet and she has to remind herself to drink it steadily, instead of dashing it all down in one go like she'd seen some of the girls at the Derby doing, which was tempting. One woman in white had been steadily drinking most of the afternoon, though judging by her red-rimmed eyes and the shaking hand that held her cigarettes, May deduced that this particular woman was in dire need of it.

Her bed feels enormous to her, the sheets impervious and unwelcoming to her presence. After considering it, May wriggles out of it again and moves towards the window – her room is hot, since the fire has been kept burning all evening and she wants to breathe in fresh air as she sleeps, not wake up and feel suffocated. She opens it a crack and peers out into the night. It's a clear sky, the moon close and round above the grounds. The closest houses are all dark, so when May peers out into the distance, it's like there's nothing anywhere but trees. She shakes her head and slips back into bed, shifting to get comfortable.

There's the horse, too. May thinks dryly to herself. What was she going to do about that? It seems unseemly to continue training Tommy Shelby's racehorse, given the name it bears and the circumstances around it, but he'd already paid her to do it. Until today, she had enjoyed doing so – May is never happier than when she is with her horses. But, like other things that had brought her joy, it appears as though it's not meant to be. Maybe she should just send the money back.

Another thing for her to deal with later. She's too exhausted and despondent to be making rational choices at the moment, and the brandy is starting to kick in – a dreaminess engulfs her, filling her head with a fog that isn't unpleasant. May stares at the dwindling fire as her eyes begin to close, voices floating through her mind.

No regrets, May. No regrets. ~

Birdsong wakes her.

May's eyes flicker open. It is not quite yet morning – the sun is just pulling itself over the horizon, as if too had a difficult day previously and the grounds are still coated in an early-morning mist that always reminds May of being out at sea, like the house is its own little island.

She's an early riser, courtesy of her horse-riding, so she sees no reason not to get up. Her mouth still tastes of brandy and she's glad that she stopped at one. It seems like a good time to try getting into the habit of sensible decisions.

May rises and heads for the bathroom, splashing water on her face, rolling her eyes at her reflection and begins thinking of what she needs to do today, tomorrow, all the days sprawling out before her. She knows she's being pessimistic, to think of the time as just tasks to complete, so she steps back into her room to get dressed.

Only, she stops.

It's like he arrived with the dawn. A figure in black, standing boldly in the middle of her bedroom, staring at her with those eyes that remind her of a crisp January day.

"Tommy," May says, her voice sounding quiet even to her own ears. "What's happened?"

He looks tired, she realises. There's a heaviness in his posture and shadows in his face that weren't there before. Something important just happened to Tommy in the last twenty-four hours, but she doubts that he'll explain himself. He rarely answers questions, after all.

"A few things," he says, his voice slightly hoarse. "But they're done with, now."

"Are they?" May asks.

Perhaps her tone is a little arc, or perhaps he could read the wariness in her body. Either way, he fixes her with a look that freezes her in place with the intensity of it. She wants to look away, but doesn't.

"Yeah. They are." He replies.

And he crosses the room to her in three strides, just three, and then he's pulling her in, kissing her hungrily, hand on the small of her back. May reacts instinctively, wraps her arms around his neck, sinking into him. She's never said it out loud, but she loves the way he holds her to him, solid and warm and here.

For a few minutes they just kiss, but there's so much exchanged between those kisses, the way his lips part and she does the same, a meeting of tongues, before it's back to their lips again, all of it tingling with a pulse that jumpstarts her heart, like he's waking her body from hibernation.

"It's done, then?" May asks, and she doesn't doubt for a second that Tommy was doing more than just attending the races that day. "And she really has sailed away? For good?"

She'd like to pretend she doesn't care, but she does, and she knows Tommy knows it too. Might as well bite the bullet and just ask the obvious question. Tommy's thumb traces her cheek and when she looks up at him, his pupils are huge, threatening to eclipse the slim circle of blue surrounding them.

"We're not like your fuckin' goldfish, May," Tommy says, "Life's too short to forgive and forget. From now, the past stays where it belongs."

May finds herself nodding at that, even though it wasn't a question. He pulls her in closer, his lips ghosting up her neck.

"It's you, May," he tells her huskily, and his words and his lips send a shiver through her. "It's you I want."

And she knew that Tommy Shelby gets what he wants. A smile curves her lips and she releases a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"And I you," she answers simply.

It's enough, because she feels Tommy smile against her skin before his hands slide up her back.

No more is said as he guides her back to the bed, which is still warm. She feels vulnerable in just her nightgown while he's in full attire, but it doesn't last long. His coat and hat are removed in a way that manages to be both swift and strangely elegant at once. Her heart skips a beat as he climbs onto the bed, kissing her like a man starved. He looks down at her lying there, as if to drink in the sight of her, like he can't believe she's really there.

His hands slide up her thighs and May watches him, nearly shivering with anticipation, as he takes his time with it, the silk of her nightgown exposing inch by tantalising inch of her.

The silence stretches as he gently tugs the material over her head, tossed into some corner of the room. His body is both beautiful and flawed, pale and muscled, littered with scars and tattoos that speak of pain that runs far deeper than mere flesh. May by comparison is soft and smooth, it gives away nothing. His fingertip traces her bottom lip.

"Look at you," he breathes, his voice rough with want. "Fuckin' beautiful."

The contrast isn't lost on May. A man as violent and dangerous as Tommy Shelby shouldn't be capable of undoing her with a few simple words, but he is. Perhaps that's the most dangerous thing about him. When he kisses her like this, when he touches her, his hand sliding between her legs, the rest of the world simply floats away. He strokes her firmly, fingers expertly reaching to a place that makes her gasp out loud, while his wicked mouth marks her skin. It pleases Tommy to leave his stamp on her, and he can see by how she squirms and how dark her eyes are that May likes it too.

It's not like before his name leaves her mouth in a rising cry, pleasure sweeping over her in such a fierce surge that all she can do is surrender to it. Not that May minds.

She pulls Tommy down to her as he finally enters her, needing – no – demanding skin on skin, the feeling of his body on hers. It's been so long and she has been so alone, and the notion that she never has to be again…well, can she really be blamed for getting greedy for that feeling?

Tommy rests a forearm above her head, bracing himself as he moves and May drags her hand up the shorn side of his head, tugging at his thick, dark hair. He growls softly and sends more heat chasing down her spine in the most delightful way.

"Tommy…" May cries out, gasps punctuating every sound she makes. "Oh…Tommy…"

"Yes," he responds in barely more than a low murmur, but the way he says it is everything. "That's it, May. That's it, my girl."

She doesn't know, exactly, if he planned this from the moment he set off to go to her. Perhaps he knew as soon as he saw the house, or when he climbed through her window, but even if he didn't plan it, this seems inevitable. Their coming together like this, it's the most natural thing in the world.

Her fingernails dig into his shoulderblades as she comes, her body tingling with the pleasure of it, a tightness in her melting away with the peaceful euphoria that follows. Tommy groans against her ear, pressing his lips to hers as he collapses beside her, spent. They lie like that for a stretch of time that feels much longer than it is, and May combs her fingers leisurely through his hair. When Tommy walks into the house, it's like she can breathe properly again for the first time in years.

She wonders if perhaps she chases away the darkness inside his head.

"Penny for 'em," Tommy says beside her.

She glances at him and isn't surprised to find he's lightning a cigarette, propped against the pillows. He offers her one and he takes it, letting him light it for her.

"I was just thinking that you won't be needing to stay in the guest wing anymore," May says and Tommy gives a snort of amusement.

"No, don't suppose I will," he says, smoke furling from between parted lips.

She studies the planes of his face, the sharp angles of his cheekbones and jaw. He has a cut by his eyebrow that's new – she suspects it has something to do with the cryptic 'business' mentioned.

"Have you thought of one yet?" she asks him.

Tommy takes another drag of his cigarette before speaking.

"Thought of what?"

"A new name," May says, smiling as she takes a drag on her own cigarette. "For the horse."

Tommy didn't answer that immediately. Instead he turned the question over in his mind, like a shiny new penny. He hadn't been wrong when he'd told his men that Derby Day was going to be a big one, but even he couldn't have foreseen just how big it had turned out to be.

A man discovers the truly important things, when he's about to die. He knows that better than anyone. And the image of himself kneeling in a fucking field, knowing that everything he'd worked to the bone for was about to slip away…

He turns and looks at May. She knew something about being lost too. But she was here, and now that Tommy had found her, he didn't want to let go again. With the past dying behind him, sure as the mist was dispersing beneath the rising sun, the future was Tommy's to grasp with both hands.

"Springtide," Tommy says and he likes how the word sounds aloud – crisp and clean.

"Springtide," says May and he likes it even more in her accent. The sun is high enough now that it lights up her face, and her smile is warm as she turns her body towards him. "I like it."

Tommy nods, removes the cigarette and leans over to kiss her, her lips parting for him like a flower.

With May beside him, the bleak midwinter fades away.

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thedeviltohisangel · 5 years

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He’s A God, He’s A Man: 6

Leave her out of it.

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smut warning

Tommy had thought a lot about what is first meeting Campbell might look like. He had thought it over in his head a million different ways so no matter what tact it took, he wouldn’t be caught off guard. But now that he knew just how deeply Lydia was involved with the entire mess, it made things more difficult. He couldn’t risk upsetting the Inspector or she might suffer because of it. And he couldn’t risk showing the effect her return had him because that could put her in just as much danger.

He presented Campbell with his list of demands. The police look the other way regarding all dealings of the Shelby family business. And in return he would get the guns he came looking for.

“That is all you would like, Mr. Shelby?” Campbell thought the list was slim for a man of his cunning nature. For a man who held the upper hand in their negotiation.

“You carry on your investigation and our new partnership without the help of Miss Wilson.” Tommy pulled the cigarette from his lips so not a single word that came from his mouth could be misconstrued. “We have an understanding between us now and her messenger services are no longer needed.” The trembling in his fingers was from rage. He wanted to threaten Campbell. Tell him exactly what he would do to him if he didn’t release Lydia from her commitment. Perhaps erroneously, Tommy thought that the physical release of Lydia from Campbell would allow him to tear down his personal obstacles to loving her.

“I am actually on my way to meet her now, Mr. Shelby.” He stepped closer so he could whisper into Tommy’s ear. “I think I can find other ways to keep her busy during her time here if you don’t want her as a messenger anymore.” The threat was laced into his statement. Tommy knew exactly what a man like Campbell would find for Lydia to do.

“You look at her wrong and I’ll send those guns to the IRA without even a second thought.”

“There is no wrong way of looking at her.” He was daring Tommy to make a move. To do something that he could act on. Tommy refused to give him the satisfaction.

“Then please give the young woman my best.” He adjusted his cap and strolled away from the Inspector. Campbell had to be taken care of. And Tommy couldn’t wait.

----

Lydia kept the tiny binoculars to her eyes as Campbell landed in the seat beside her. She had been enjoying the opera that he had chosen to meet her at. The acoustics feeling as though they were angled just right to hit her right in the hair. She didn’t speak the language the show was in but somehow she understood.

“I just spoke with Thomas fucking Shelby.” Lydia gripped the binoculars tighter at the disdain in his voice.

“And?”

“It’s imperative, now more than ever, that you give me something to work with when it comes to him. I need leverage.”

“I thought my mere presence was your leverage.” Campbell angrily ripped the binoculars from her hand and held her wrist tight enough that it hurt. “Inspector-”

“I will pass along the same threat I offered to Mr. Shelby today. If you don’t prove yourself useful, I know men who would love to meet the pretty American girl who is lost in Birmingham.” Lydia barely even registered what he was saying. He said he had made the same mention to Tommy. Campbell was a dead man walking. She just had to wait it out.

“I’ll get you something. I promise.” All she really wanted was for the Inspector to let go of her wrist. Her fingers were starting to tingle from the ferocity of his grip. He didn’t respond verbally, instead throwing her hand towards her and stalking out of the auditorium. Lydia ducked her head until the other people around her looked away and back towards the stage. There was no way she could go back to her flat alone tonight and feel safe. So after the show, she made her way to Watery Lane.

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She was grateful it was Tommy who opened the door. The entire way over she had been composing herself. She had used tissue in the restroom of the opera to wipe her face of tears and her messed up makeup. Another patron was pulling on gloves when Lydia looked down and saw the bruise on her wrist. After a brief conversation, the woman offered her the gloves with a sad smile.

“Everything alright?” Tommy had been trying to sleep. And hadn’t been succeeding. The knocks on the front door were so faint that he wasn’t sure how he even heard them.

“No. I didn’t feel comfortable being alone tonight.” He stepped aside and she stepped into his home. She began to remove her hat and coat when he stopped her.

“Leave them in my room. This way no one will ask any questions.” Nodding, she followed him up the stairs and down the hall to his room where there was a candle burning. She had dreamed about Tommy’s bedroom ever since she met him in France. It was exactly how she had imagined. Small and cozy with pictures of his family and a cluttered desk to show evidence of his busy mind.

“Sorry that I woke you,” she said sheepishly.

“Nonsense. Was having trouble anyways.” They stood across the room from each other like awkward virgins. For some reason, being in his room felt like the most intimate thing she had ever done. That rectangle in the corner a bright reminder of where she was and what two people with feelings for each other did there. “Here. Let me help you with your coat and things.” Tommy made the first step to close the gap between them. Carefully, he took the hat from head and placed it on his desk along with her purse.

“The buttons can be tricky,” she whispered as she swatted his hands way and used her tinier finger to work the black buttons of her coat. He noticed they were trembling and gently placed his hand on her gloved one.

“What’s got you all shaken?”

“It’ll sound so stupid if I say it out loud,” she said with a frustrated tug at a particularly tempermental button. Tommy deftly undid it then grasped her fingers and held them to his chest.

“You can tell me anything. And I will never judge you for it.”

“I’m just nervous being in your room like this. It feels so intimate and-”

“And the feeling in the pit of your stomach isn’t new but you haven’t felt it in awhile.” He didn’t say it like it was a question but a statement of fact. Because he was feeling it too. Had been feeling it since he opened the window in The Garrison and saw her standing there. Had spent the previous years waking up from his nightmares with the feeling. The feeling of knowing he had once been loved so purely and so intimately and so perfectly and that he would never find that again. But now he had.

“I came here because I felt unsettled. And even now you make me feel safe.”

“I will always keep you safe,” he whispered as he dropped his forehead to hers. She moved to hold his face between her white gloved hands, forgetting entirely what it was they were hiding, and admired the way he looked younger in the moonlight. Like her soldier.

“I think I still love you, Thomas Shelby,” she whispered so low that it was almost as if she never said it at all. He returned the sentiment by finally kissing her. There was no such thing as self control when it came to her anymore. Now that he knew they were both walking down this path together, he threw caution to the wind and sprinted.

She met him just as fiercely in the kiss, pressing onto her tiptoes in a bid to get as much of his lips against hers as possible. It felt familiar and new all at the same time and it was dizzying. Tommy slid his hands down her back and pulled her flush against him, a moan slipping from her lips and his tongue taking advantage of the opening to tangle with hers. “Tommy,” she gasped as he pulled her lip between then began nipping at her jawline and down her throat. Lydia moved herself forward until Tommy fell back on his bed and she propped herself above him.

“You’re a vision,” he panted as he cupped her flushed cheek and pulled her back to him. Their legs tangled together as he rolled over to be on top, her legs instinctively coming to lock around his waist.

“Maybe we should slow down,” she moaned as her eyes fluttered closed, his hips unconsciously rocking against her core and dampening her undergarments. Tommy gently sucked on the sensitive skin behind her ear as he felt his own arousal forming within him. “But that feels so good.” Lydia quieted the voice in her mind telling her to stick to kissing and she moved her hips upwards to meet his.

“Fuck, Lydia, are you trying to get me to come in my pants?”

“Yes, fuck, Tommy. Harder, please.” Her blissed out whine was enough to spur him past any reservations. He held her face still as he rutted his hips against his faster and harder.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” It took every bit of energy left in her body to open her eyes and meet Tommy’s gaze. He meant to kiss her but he wasn’t able to focus from the pleasure coursing through his body, instead their mouths catching the pants and moans from the other. Tommy felt the knot tightening at his core and he picked up the pace of his hips for the end they were both desperately searching for.

“Tommy, Tommy, Tommy,” she chanted as her whole body tensed then fell at the same time as his. Lydia paid no mind to the volume of her climax, the feeling of being with Tommy and the haze his own moans had put her in made her oblivious. He held her tightly against him and gently kissed her cheek over and over again. He was afraid to let her go. Afraid that it would all be just a dream. “Should we get some sleep?” She pulled back from the crook of his neck and traced the features of his face. The slope of his nose. His plump bottom lip. The bags under his eyes.

“We can try. But now that I know I can get you to make sounds like that…” She giggled as he pulled her up and off the bed.

“My devilish man,” she teased as Tommy handed her one of his shirts to sleep in.

“All yours,” he replied sincerely. Lydia kissed him softly.

“All yours.”

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Tommy woke the next morning and was surprised to find that he had actually slept the night before. Lydia’s head rested against his bare chest, her arm taking up the rest of the expanse of his chest. He kissed the top of her head and ran his hand over her arm, lifting her hand so he could intertwine their fingers and kiss her palm when he noticed the bruises around her wrist. He froze. They looked like the markings a hand would make. She had come to him saying he hadn’t felt safe. Hadn’t taken her gloves off until she was already tucked into his side in bed. Had come from a meeting with Campbell.

Tommy didn’t need to wait for her to wake up to know who had touched her in such a way. Who had marked her skin with anger. He rolled out of bed and grabbed the revolver off his desk and made his way down the stairs.

“There he is! Who’s the lucky bird you had last night?” Arthur teased before his eyes saw the gun in Tommy’s hand. “Oi! What’re you doing with that?”

“Killing that copper. Are you coming?” Polly looked at Arthur where she was preparing tea.

“With no shirt on, Thomas?”

“Can’t waste anymore fucking time. He-”

“Tommy?” All three of them looked to the staircase to see Lydia, swimming in Tommy’s shirt, standing at the bottom with sleep still on her face.

“Go back upstairs. I’ll be right back,” Tommy reasoned as he quickly walked over to her.

“Where on earth are you going in your night clothes with a gun?”

“Did Campbell do this to you?” He held her arm up and her eyes widened at the sight of the bruises. They looked distinctly like fingers in the morning light. She had forgotten about them after the events of last night.

“Yes-”

“Then I’m going to kill him.”

“Jesus Christ!” Lydia called as Tommy stalked back towards the front door.

“I’m comin’ with ya Tom,” Arthur said as he grabbed his coat.

“Arthur sit back down!” Polly spoke as she pointed at the chair with a spoon.

“You can’t just walk up to him and shoot him,” Lydia said with incredulity as made her way into the kitchen.

“We can. You’re a Shelby now.” Lydia looked at Arthur as he said the words then to Tommy who didn’t look like he had a problem with them. “I heard you two last night-”

“Enough! Give me that!” Lydia yanked the revolver out of Tommy’s hand, popping it open and spinning the barrel so all the bullets fell onto the floor.

“That’s kind of attractive,” Arthur mumbled.

“He needs to know what happens when he doesn’t listen to me. When he harms someone I care about.” Tommy considered saying someone he loves but held that back for now.

“Campbell will have his time. But you made a deal with him. And you may need him in the future. Let him at least outlive his usefulness before you shoot him.” Lydia clutched his face. “Don’t let him ruin our morning.” Polly and Arthur watched in disbelief as Tommy visibly softened at her words and under her touch.

“You’re right. Pol, we’d love to join you for breakfast.” Tommy pulled out a seat for Lydia, kissing the top of her head before sitting next to her. Polly couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. A new Shelby indeed.

@aveiangdon @odetostep @girl-w-a-quill @itsilvermorny

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #cillian murphy #peaky blinders #tommy shelby fanfiction #thomas shelby fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfiction

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peakysabrina · 4 years

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Dark Horse: chapter 11

Warnings: DEATH OF A MAJOR CHARACTER Y’ALL Sorry :s

Ada makes a decision about her future, and Gigi and Polly become judge, jury, and executioners.

"To Swansea? With Karl?" Polly asked, when Ada and Gigi joined her in the living room. She wasn't about to ask what had happened, simply because it was obvious. At least, Gigi was walking, her breathing was laboured but a little lighter, and her skin was back to its normal tone, which denoted the long hours spent on a saddle. They both looked pretty happy, and Ada had this aura of satisfaction about her, like she had just cracked the code of life.

"Yes. I have decided that I'm going, and obviously Karl is coming with me" Ada stated, sticking up her chin. "Georgia thinks you'll want to come with us, and I would really like that. But we'll have to act quickly"

"How quickly?" Polly enquired, looking at the two young women, and then around the living room. "A week quickly, or...?"

"Tomorrow quickly" Ada replied, sucking in her teeth. "I'm going to start packing for me and Karl, and I suggest you do the same"

"Gigi..." Polly started, looking at her stepdaughter, her eyes heavy with aprehension. "Tommy can't know what is going on. How will this work? He thinks you're dead!"

"No reason for him to think otherwise, is there?" Gigi asked in return. "You go and pack up your things, bring warm clothes. We'll take care of non-essentials in Wales"

As instructed, Ada left the room with a nod, leaving Polly and Georgia looking at each other, thinking the exact same thought, but hesitating before putting it into words. They both had a clear notion of what had to be done, but it was a decision no one should have to make. As for Ada, she would simply have to be left in the dark, without knowing about the outcome of their wordless discussion.

"Arthur? Finn?" Gigi asked, tapping her foot on the carpet, chewing on her lip. "The wife?"

"I think I know a way around it" Polly nodded, looking down, and then at the girl in front of her. The more she stared, the more she resembled Aberama, and the bigger the determination growing inside her broken heart. "They'll never know, and neither will Ada"

"I can't lie to her. I can't have it between the two of us" the younger woman protested, trying to take a deep breath, and feeling the air getting caught halfway to her lungs. "She will never allow us to do it, and she will never..."

"I don't have to ask for permission. This is what needs to happen. I've known it for a while, but after your father died, it became inevitable" Polly stated, the air around her becoming heavier. It was the kind of raw power Gigi herself emanated when she killed, or when she tortured. The both of them were so alike it was scary, as if Polly had birthed Georgia herself, and given her the ability to transcend human law, deciding on the fates of mortals.

"You understand that I can never... that I can't... you can't do it" Gigi reminded, crossing her arms. "Tell me how, and I'll do it"

"No. It's like you said. You can't have this between you and Ada"

"I already do, Polly! I will always know that we agreed to kill him, that I did nothing to try and stop you. I will always know that, and it will always be a secret! At least let me be the one who does it. If there has to be a secret, I would rather... I would... Fuck. It doesn't matter, does it? I came here to kill him, and he will be dead when I leave. And Ada will be with me, she'll be safe, and this family will too" Gigi thought aloud, exhaling through her nose. "It's for the greater good. And I believe you when you say that you know this has to happen. I trust you, Polly. I trust you, and I put my life in your hands"

"This has to happen, sweetheart. It really does. I've seen it, I've seen it countless times" Polly responded, taking Gigi's hands on her own, and looking her right in the eyes. "You need to be happy, and you need to make my Ada happy. That's all there is. Once you leave Birmingham, don't think about Tommy Shelby again. Look ahead, and nothing else. Promise me"

"I promise, mom"

The word came out with no second intentions, and without any previous thought. Gigi was putting her life in Polly's hands, her love into her hands, trusting her completely. And there was only one person she would trust blindly, and that was a mother. Maybe Aberama, Georgia's father, hadn't gotten to marry Polly Gray; but the love they shared didn't need to be sanctioned in that manner, and Georgia herself didn't need a paper certificate to consider Polly the mother she had yearned for for so long.

Tommy looked out the window, and it through that method that he saw Polly coming in. She looked pale, thinner than before, dressed in all black, but still every bit the aunt who had raised him.

"Tommy, we need to talk" she called out, making him turn around, and exhale the smoke of his cigarette.

"I know, Pol, I know" Tommy replied, inhaling deeply and placing his palms on the desk. The bags under her eyes mirrored his, and although Thomas Shelby was overcome with opium, he had the presence of mind to understand what was going on, and what was happening, or about to happen.

"I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm not. You deserve every bit of what is happening to you" Polly informed, harsh, unforgiving, and not entirely fair. "You took too much from me, and you did it knowing I couldn't forgive you"

"I was hoping you could see that I had my reasons, that I was trying to clean up after all of us" he explained, taking the vial from his desk, and verifying it was empty. "The messes we made, the messes I made..."

"The shit you pulled because you're greedy, because you were never satisfied with what you had, because you are ashamed of who you are and where you came from" was the only possible reply to such a weak defense. "I don't need you to agree. We both know it's true, and that's enough for me. I came here because I had to make sure someone told you the truth before it's too late"

"Pol, Georgia Gold was going to kill me. I couldn't let her do it without putting up a fight. This whole business, this whole family, this fucking city will crumble when I die" Tommy shouted, frustrated beyond words. How was it that no one understood it? Why was everyone so quick to blame him for everything that went wrong, without thanking him for the benefits that being a Shelby finally brought?

"You can't put a price on sleeping peacefully at night. No money in the world can pay for that" Polly argued, keeping calm, her heart not even quickening its pace. "I would be married by now. John would still be alive. Grace would still be alive. I would've met my stepdaughter without having to look over my shoulder"

"John was killed because he was a violent, loose cannon..."

"John was killed because you created plenty of ground for him to kill and torture. He knew that you guaranteed free reign. Same with Arthur. Finn can still be saved, but only if you don't give him a playground to run around with a gun" Polly retorted, seeing the shock in Tommy's eyes. "We should never have tried to be more than who we were, Tommy. And I blame it on you"

"Don't" Tommy advised, chucking his cigarette. "Listen to yourself, woman; you're telling me you'd rather live in a wooden wagon, travelling? How dare you come to my house, and throw all of that on my face, when we have all benefitted from what I did? I have sacrificed everything to give all of you a life beyond your wildest dreams. And this is how you repay me"

"No one is saying you didn't mean well, Tommy. But that's gone. The Tommy I knew and loved is gone. You are no longer the man this family loved, and you're no longer the man this family needs. I don't know how, but I'm sure Shelby Brothers will survive, and so will the Peaky Blinders"

"Arthur and Finn don't have the backbone to handle business" Tommy spat, displaying a lack of consideration for his brothers that was shocking. "Ada might keep the business afloat, and Michael will have to return"

"Ada no longer works for this company. Michael will deal with it, and I'm sure Arthur and Finn will handle the Blinders. It's time for you to go, Tom" Polly said, emotionless and cold.

"Indeed it is, Pol. I never thought it would be you, but I should've known" Tommy chuckled, althought there wasn't a single hint of humour in his voice. "Should've paid attention to unsealed vials"

"No, you shouldn't. You must've known it didn't taste right, and you still drank it. This is on you" Polly pointed out, and this time, Tommy laughed. He laughed like he did before France, and he kept on laughing until his lungs gave out, and his lifeless body hit the floor.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #ada shelby #polly gray #tommy shelby #fanfiction #fanfic

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sgtbuckyybarnes · 4 years

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all the what questions for stella and tommy ( or michael, i couldn’t tell who’s her love interest i’m sorry xx )

Dw me too!! I’m still undecided overall! I’ll do it for them both because her and Tommy might does happen maybe

1. Who makes the first move and how?

M: Michael makes the first move, it’s way back when they still lived in their village and when they were on one of their midnight sneak outs, talking about their plans for the future under the stars and he just kissed her

T: Stella because she’s drunk haha!

2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?

M: Michael is and it usually takes Stella constantly reassuring him to make him feel better

T: This is so cliche but neither of them are insecure with one another! Stella knows there’s no taming Tommy Shelby but also knows when he’s loyal to someone he is loyal and Tommy knows that when Stella is in a relationship she throws herself all in

3. Who is the most romantic?

Stella for both, those boys wouldn’t know a romantic gesture if it hit them in the face.

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?

The boys! Stella likes to make them work for it.

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

M: Stella

T: Tommy

6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome?

I have no idea for Michael and Stella, maybe one of the girls who hang around him, and I can’t help but say Alfie for Tommy and Stella hahaha

7. What do they get up to on a night out?

M: They drink as much as they can, dance to all the music and smoke all of the cigarettes! Stella and Michael are definitely teenagers living the life in the big city when they’re together, though Stella won’t touch drugs they want to try anything they can

T: They’re much more dignified and glamorous with their nights out, drinking the good stuff and dancing to the slow songs

8. What do they like in bed?

M: When they’re together Stella and Michael are very much getting to know this! They like to experiment with what they like as they’re so comfortable around one another that they don’t mind trying things for the first time together and there is never any pressure

T: Tommy likes to take control and Stella likes to let him!

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?

M: SO much! They’ve fallen off their horses, out of their tree house, they’ve puked up the liquor stolen from their parents cabinets…every embarrassing thing about growing up together!

T: I can’t imagine Tommy Shelby getting embarrassed by anything but for Stella it would be the time he caught her and Michael having sex in his office when he first started work

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island?

For both - two songs they can dance too, cigarettes and alcohol and Stella is the only one who reads books and her two faves are Agatha Christie The Mysterious Affair at Styles and James Joyce Ulysses.

11. What do they hide from one another?

M: A lot! Mainly Michael’s drug use

T: He tries to hide some of the dealings he gets into from her but it doesn’t last for long because she’s nosey. She tries to hide the fact that she’s nosey!

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?

M: They start keeping secrets

T: How others treat them

13. When do they realise they should get together?

M: Pretty quick for these two! They’ve been close for a long time but get together when they realise their feelings have survived the move to the city

T: When they realise they can’t stay away from one another

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

None of them are very sympathetic when it comes to something like this! Hands the sick one a glass of their strongest whiskey?

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote?

Stella always gets the final vote and it’s usually a romantic comedy to give them a break from their full on lives

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

Oh god I can barely think of this because I have such a zombie phobia! But they’d probably be badasses and lock themselves up in The Garrison with all the Shelby’s ammunition.

17. When they find a time machine, where do they go?

The future!!!!! I really want to do a Stella future AU like so bad!

18. When they fight, how do they make up?

Stella makes them apologise and grovel. She enjoys knowing she has these powerful men wrapped around her little finger.

19. Where do they go on their first date?

M: The Garrison

T: They’ve known one another so long and didn’t expect to ever get together that they don’t have a first proper date. I think he’d take her to a dance maybe? But it isn’t official

20. Where do they go on holiday?

M: London/New York/any big city they can explore together

T: Somewhere quiet in the countryside so Stella can show him how she grew up

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

Stella is always nervous around going somewhere the entire family is going to be. They can be pretty overwhelming!

22. Where does their first kiss happen?

M: Her treehouse

T: The Garrison

23. Where is their favourite place to be together?

M: Bed

T: Charlie’s yard with the horses

24. Where do they first have sex?

M: His room in Polly’s house

T: The office in his house

25. Why do they fight?

M: Michael’s jealousy

T: Her feeling as though some of the family don’t approve of their relationship and Tommy keeping some of the business things away from her

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?

M: Most of their serious chats revolve around their futures

T: Stella needs Tommy to understand that she can be trusted and she won’t be in danger if he tells her things

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?

M: PDA couple alert!

T: Does Tommy have friends? Probably that they understand one another so much that there’s no keeping anything from the other (like if there’s a surprise party for Stella they can not tell Tommy at all)

28. Why do they get jealous?

M: A lot of girls hang around the elusive Shelby cousin. Also Stella ends up on the end of a lot of flirting in The Garrison, also Michael gets jealous that Tommy seems to trust her more than he trusts him

T: When the other gets to do cool stuff, when Lizzie and Michael are around, when Grace is mentioned

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love?

M: Michael falls a little bit more in love with Stella when he realises how accepting she is of his new life, no questions asked - if it makes him happy it makes her happy. Stella falls a little bit more in love with Michael when she sees him with his bio mum for the first time and watches their relationship develop

T: Tommy falls a little bit more in love with Stella when he realises she won’t judge him and that no matter what he says to her she can be trusted and she won’t tell a single soul if requested. Stella falls a little bit more in love with Tommy when she sees him with the horses and with his son

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

M: It works because of their history and because how comfortable they can be around one another. It doesn’t work because of the jealousy and the secrets

T: It works because of the trust, it doesn’t work because of the business and because of Grace.

#Stella King #Stella x Tommy #Stella x Michael #fic: Gathering Storm #answered #ahsokatonas #thank you sm for this!!!#if anyone read this to the end you can have a medal

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buckys-beach · 6 years

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A Shelby Caught Out With A Solomons pt.3

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

Imagine: Your secret relationship with the infamous London gangster was going extremely well. Well, as good as it could be considering you were a Shelby. But it all comes crashing down once your brothers discover you on your knees in front of him.

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Swearing (obvs), bit of sexual harassment

A/N: enjoy ;)

“Tommy” You cringed at the way your voice trembled, making it all too obvious to your brother just how weak you are at the moment.

“(Y/N)” The monotone lull responded back to you

“Look, I’m so sorry about what happened. I just need my family back, please, I’ll do anything” A single tear made its way down your cheek, quickly wiping it away you strained to detect any indication on the other line as to what your brother was thinking.

“Alright”

“Alright what?” You replied rather dumbfounded, what was he on about?

“I’ll forgive you if you help me with some business. I’ll get some men over to you to explain the situation” Was all the reply you received, with that the line went dead signalling him hanging up.

Tommy’s POV

Thomas Shelby was a man that always saw the clear line between right and wrong, especially when his family was involved. It’s no secret that he has gotten very close to crossing that line, he somehow always managed to stop and redeem himself, no matter what.

But on this said occasion that line was looking a bit hazy, but with no other plan to turn to, he continued to walk down that path. Because the thing was, he knew it wasn’t the best plan but it’s the only fucking option that he deemed worthy enough to get himself out of the shit with Sabini

One of the blinder boys was caught in a rather compromising position with one of Sabini’s nieces, making the Italian not a very happy man, and naturally he wanted to knock the Peaky Blinders down a few pegs because of that.

‘Surely (Y/N) can handle it, I mean she was practically raised by criminals and now she’s in bed with another one, she’ll make it?’ With that last ringing of doubt going through his mind he pushed it back to the back of his head, she wronged them in his eyes, and now she needed to make it up and this is the only way to make sure Sabini doesn’t do anything worse to the Shelby clan.

“Thomas?”

“What?”

“Christ, I’ve been talking to you for the last 10 minutes and you weren’t listening, great. I was saying who was calling?” Aunt Pol’s voice interrupted his thoughts

“It was (Y/N)”

“Oh thank God, how is she doing?” worry clearing laced in her voice, she’d been like this nonstop since her niece didn’t return from London with the boys, with very limited information about what went on and ordered not to call her it was only natural.

“She’s ready to make up for her mistake” Thomas plainly states

“I would hardly call falling in love with a man a mistake” Polly scolded her nephew, that disapproving look ever present.

“Pol, she was in fucking Alfie fucking Solomons, the man who almost beat Arthur to death, remember?”

“Thomas, you and I both know you are in no place to judge who your sister shares her bed with, I’m sure she had no idea what Alfie had planned for Arthur and I’ll tell you something I know for certainty, she would have rained all mighty hell down on that man when she found out.” Tommy could just imagine the small frame of his sister screaming at the much larger man of Alfie Solomons, how he must have been petrified, because Tommy sure as hell was the first time she did it to him. A small smile graced his stoic face just for a second, but quickly disappeared.

“Now there’s that smile, I thought you forgot how to do it. Will you finally admit how much you’ve missed her?” Pol smirked, at that moment Arthur, John and Finn clambered into the room, their shouts being heard from at least 5 doors away

“You talking about our (Y/N)?” Arthur questioned, he’d always had a soft spot reserved for his younger sister, he could clearly picture holding her when she was first born and vowing to protect her from the cruel cruel world.

“Yeah, Tommy just spoke to her” Pol informed them, the blue eyed man had to refrain from rolling his eyes, feeling the questions swamp him already.

“What did Solomons hurt her or somethin’?” John spat, knuckles already becoming tenser.

“Is she coming home?” Finn questioned

“Right I’ll say this once, then no more bloody questions, alright?” Tommy receives nods from the rest of his curious family.

“She wants to make up for her mistake, so I’m gonna get her to do some quick business for me then she should be home in about 4 days, give or take” With that the second oldest brother made a quick escape to the door, with no intention what so ever to tell them the truth about the part she was about to play in order to calm Sabini down, sensing their objections at the idea of it.

“You better not be doing something bad to that sister of yours” Polly’s voice echoed through the house just reaching Tommy’s ears before he sauntered down the black streets of Birmingham.

Your POV

“(Y/N) I don’t have a good feeling about this, and you know me luv, I never get a bad feeling for nothing” Turning to your boyfriend, no now fiancé, smiling inwardly at that, you could see him already beginning to fret.

“Alf, all that Tommy has told me is that I need to get in that car with his men and then just stop to do some business on the way, that’s it. C’mon hun, he’s my brother he wouldn’t do anything bad to me no matter who I sleep with” You tried to bring a smile to Alfie’s face, which he never failed to do for you, your attempt had miserably failed.

“See that’s the thing, what ‘business’ is he on about, that could mean fuckin’ anything innit?” His brown orbs bore into yours. “Maybe I should come with you” He suggested

“No way” You immediately interrupted, to which he pretended to be hurt “What why? I thought you’d want to spend time with your husband, un-bloody-believable you’re blowing me off for another man already” “Alf, sweet, no offence but we are kind of in this situation because of you” You smiled sheepishly at him, in return he loudly gasped “Hold on here, blame the Jew why don’t you? If I recall you were the one on your bloody knees!”

Quickly you began to defend yourself, “Well, it isn’t my fault that you’re just so irresistible, and I’m not your wife remember” Ever since his proposal you couldn’t stop him from referring to you as his wife, not that you were complaining. Just worried that if you let him continue he’d declare that you didn’t actually need a proper ceremony because you were already married in his eyes, you know that man like the back of your hand.

“Not yet” He cheekily smirked at you

“Plus, if you came it would make the situation much worse, imagine having a family dinner with Pol, Tommy, Finn, Arthur, John, me and you”

“You’ve got me there luv you have, that sounds bloody disastrous, makes me want to blow my brains out right now if I’m honest” Alfie jokes, making a gun gesture with his fingers and bringing them up to his head. You hit him in the chest for doing such a vulgar expression from your position next to him on the sofa, “You do know at our wedding that is what it’ll be exactly like, just with more Shelby’s” You remind him

“Fuckin’ hell, how many fuckin’ more are there?” He almost screams, but before either of you can say anymore a cars horn sounds outside of Alfie’s home, Tommy’s men ready to take you wherever Thomas ordered them to. Nerves rose in your stomach, but you covered them quickly, knowing that if Alfie knew how you were feeling that there’d be no way he’d let you go.

“Be safe, yeah? Call me when you get there and remember those moves I taught you earlier, just kick them in the jewels and bite them, fuckin’ hurts that does alright, then they’ll be off you as soon as” He talks quickly and directly into your eyes, your hand moves up to caress his check

“Alright mum” you tease, bringing your lips together his meets yours in a feverish urgency.

“I’ll see you in a week yeah?” you whisper, lips just millimetres from his

“Yeah, I’ll have some men follow you” He says, “No you will not Alfie!” you protest

“There’s no way I’m letting you go into another gang’s territory without some of my men, it’ll be the only way I’ll get to bloody sleep at night, it will”

“Fine, but just until I get to Birmingham” You bargain, to which he holds out his hand for you to shake, deal done.

Both of you move from the comfort of the Livingroom to the doorway, chest to chest. “I love you Alfred Solomons”

“I love you (Y/N) Solomons, now that sounds much fucking better than Shelby doesn’t it?” He smirked, knowing it would wind you up, you pinched him on his arm, causing him to release a rather unmanly yelp.

“Bye Alf” your lips met once more before you walked out towards the ominous black car waiting for you, with that you got into the car and one last wave to the man you love you, the tires screeched and you were gone.

“Bye sweet” muttered into the distance.

The bumps on you journey caused you to continuously crash into the two bulky men that were pinned at either side, with a slight ‘omph’ leaving your mouth each time. But no one spoke a single word, between the two men at your side in the back of the car and the two men at the front you had managed to infer that their tense postures meant something unpleasant may well happen, and that was not a good sign for you.

“Look, I’m a bloody Shelby too, can you please just tell me what I have to do. At least then I could prepare for the situation and that’ll help out Tommy even more” You tried to persuade them, looking at each four of the men, who all desperately avoided all eye contact.

Finally, the ginger man at the wheel spoke up, “Tommy said not to tell you anything, your natural reaction will please Sabini more”

Sabini? You heard Alfie talk about this man on numerous occasions and each time there wasn’t that lovely grin adorned to his rugged face, oh no, it was that familiar eye brow crease with a frown that signalled he was a very dangerous man. Suddenly you began to feel sick, the nerves finally getting the best of you as your hands began to tremble ever so slightly. Quickly you folded them into your lap before any of them could sense your anxiety about the situation.

What on earth did he mean by ‘your natural reaction will please Sabini more? ‘Did Sabini want to see me tremble in fear, the sister of the Shelby’s and soon to be Mrs Solomons, because in that case he’d already accomplished it.

But before you could fathom more scenarios which never end well on your behalf, the car suddenly screeched to a halt as a police car swerves in front.

The police? Was this part of Tommy’s plan? Or even worse, part of Sabinis plan?

Both the back doors of the car were swung open at an alarming rate, the two men at your sides scrambled out down the road, leaving you feeling vulnerable, bloody typical men. One large and unkind hand reached from the left of the car and dragged you out onto the pavement.

Your body collided with the ground with a large thud, both hands and knees were scraped before being yanked up under your arms.

“What is going on?” Was all you could get out before the large figure behind you forced your body once more onto a hard surface, but this time it was against the car. Their body pressed into your back, your lip curling in disgust as their hands travelled across your back to your bum.

“Hush now little Shelby, Sabini is going to have his way with you” An Italian voice whispered in your ear, slightly sucking at the lobe.

“Get the fuck off me or else Alfie will rip you apart” You tried to threaten, voice raised with anger and terror.

Two laughs were heard from behind, apparently the men found this hilarious.

“Oh no, what’s your big bad boyfriend gonna do, hey? This is Shelby business, not Solomons. No way he’d jeopardise the truce between the Italians and the Jews for some whore” The other voice spat, and before you knew it you were shoved into the back of the police car after one of them slammed your head into the side of the car, just as everything went black.

Alfie’s POV

“Ollie she should have fuckin’ called by now right?” Alfie’s paces in his office echoed throughout the factory, all the men silent and weary of Alfie’s current temperamental mood.

“Look, maybe you’re just overreacting, there could have been traffic” Ollie was already cursing to himself at the use of words he just used, as Alfie’s head snapped in his direction he knew the wrath he was about to suffer.

“What did you just fuckin’ say to me lad? Overreacting?” the bearded man let out a sarcastic laugh. “My fucking fiancé has just travelled to Birmingham to see her criminal gang family whilst passing through the territory of the fucking Italians, innit. It’s been 8 hours now and we all know (Y/N) keeps her promises, so why the fuck hasn’t she called me, right?” His voice boomed, Ollie wouldn’t be surprised if people down the road heard every word that his boss was saying clearly.

“How about I get in touch with the men that were following her, yeah? They will have seen if something happened” Ollie tried to comfort his boss, with an approving grunt coming from Alfie, Ollie scurried out of the office to find him and his boss some peace of mind.

Your POV

Pain was all you could feel, it seemed that all your body was on fire. But when you tried to sit up, that’s when the red hot pain surged through your head, a strangled groan leaving your lips.

“You’ve got quite a bump there lass” A voice rose

Your eyes darted open, first having to adjust to the darkens of the room you were in, no this icy cold place certainty wasn’t a room. You observed the grim brick walls layered on the three sides surrounding you, but to the front metal bars stood tall from the ceiling to the ground. This was a cell.

“What the..” However, before you could form another word you stomach lurched in a way which was begining to feel like a regular thing to you, vomit rose up from your stomach as you put your head to the side, knowing that there was no way to hold it in.

Once that nightmare was over you sat up, back lent on the cold wall behind you, head slumped slightly to the side, facing the other brick wall you could just about make up a figure.

“I was exactly the same with my third” The voice said again, slowly a woman with wrinkles littering her skin and smiling eyes came into view. Her grey hair mounted her head like snow on a hill, her round frame pottered over to you. She must have been in her sixties at least, what was she doing in a place like this? What were you doing in a place like this? What did she mean by that statement?

The confused look struck on your face prompted her to quickly change the subject.

“You’re (Y/N) Shelby right?” Her soft voice floated in the damp air, a complete contrast to her current surroundings. A woman like this you expect to see in a bakery buying bread for her family, not in a forbidding place for criminals. “No” was your immediate answer. You weren’t stupid, you knew just how many people your brothers had sent to prison or even sent people to their deaths, for all you know the sweet old lady’s son may have been offed by the Peaky Blinders and she was out for revenge.

“Thomas said you’d deny it” She chuckled, her wrinkled hand lay on top of yours as she sat next to you, “My name is Edith, dear, and no use lying to me. I’ve had seven children, I have a sixth sense for that now”

“How do you know my brother?” You questioned accusingly.

“Thomas Shelby is the reason why I’m hear” Edith continued, “Yesterday he came over to my house and offered me a large sum of money if I got arrested and taken to prison, he assured me I’d be put in a cell with his sister, and it was my duty to look after you as I was once a nurse in my day” She explained.

It hit you like a tonne of bricks, you assumed the business deal had gone wrong, you assumed Sabini crossed Tommy, you foolishly assumed Thomas wouldn’t throw his own sister in jail. But who know anything about the notorious Thomas Shelby nowadays? You thought, already coming up with ideas of ways to shout at it him and make his regret what he did. John would no doubt be furious, Arthur acting like a madden horse, Polly would be disappointed, Finn scared, Ada sad and Alfie. Oh your sweet Alfie, he’d be out for Thomas Shelby’s blood.

“How could he do this to me?” You all but cried, tears forming in your eyes ready to spill at any given moment.

“I have to say I’m surprised now about it all, especially given your condition” The old lady muttered to herself, but this brought your attention back to her.

“What do you mean?” You asked, almost scarred of the answer.

“Oh love, you don’t know?” Her gaze turned sympathetic. “When was your last period?”

“About 2 months ago, but it’s because of just how stressed I’ve been with my family” Your hands began to sweat.

“And you’ve been feeling nauseas? Maybe even some cravings?” Your thoughts darted back to those glorious red apples, your heart beat getting ever so slightly faster. “Have your breasts been bigger than usual?” Recalling Alfie’s observations how they have been bigger than normal, much to his enjoyment, panic began to rise.

Putting all and all together your hand instinctively went down to gently touch your almost unnoticeable swollen stomach, “I can’t be” But the all knowing smile from the woman on your right gave all indications that you were. Sudden rage filled your system, how dare your brother toss you like a piece of rag into this murderous place. How dare he risk your life. How dare he threaten your future with Alfie. How dare question your baby’s survival.

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Magnetic Tommy Shelby x Reader Request

Hey everyone, If anyones listening… I really enjoyed this request! Loads of fun to write! I named it Magnetic because I don’t really know but yeah. Please request more fics!!!!

Request: Could you possibly do a Tommy Shelby x Reader super best friends fic, and the reader warns Tommy about Grace, but the season goes as normal Tommy gets his heart broken and turns up on readers doorstep. Basically, the reader comforts him and stands by his side against Kimber.

You and Tommy were friends, well not just friends best friends. You grew up together, you went to school together, you bid Tommy farewell as he went off to war and you greeted him afterwards with love, you were by his side through the trauma and aftermath, and you were there when he first launched his company, and you have been by his side ever since. You knew each other back to front. What colors the other liked, favorite drink, food, animal, and even each other’s deepest darkest desires.

Ever since you and Tommy met in the fields behind the school you had always had a soft spot for him. And soon that softness grew to love. Unrequited love actually. You knew from the very first time you caught yourself staring longingly at Tommy across The Garrison that he would never in a million years ever look at you as someone attractive. For the first couple of years, you were a bit distraught over the fact that the one man you loved would never love you but eventually as the days passed you accepted it more and more. “Hello, Johnny boy!” You chuckled as you felt two hands shield your eyes. “How”d you know it’s me (y/n)?” The youngest Shelby said with honest confusion. “She’s got eyes on the back of her bloody head, that’s how. ” Arthur said with a bark of laughter. Walking up beside John. You had been sitting at the bar in the Garrison waiting for Tommy, apparently, he had a business deal that needed sweetening. Meaning you would serve the client a couple of whiskeys and giggle at there jokes that weren’t funny. “That I do Arthur, that I do.” You said with a sigh. “Hey now? Whats wrong (y//n) You seem a little blue.” Arthur asked catching on to your rather melancholy attitude. Both brothers lent against the bar at the same time with a look of worry on there faces. You sighed looking at the two brothers. “I don’t know, Tommy needs me to be a sweetener, but I’m just not feeling in the mood today.” “(Y/n) if you don’t want to do it just tell Tommy, he’ll listen to you and if he doesn’t I’ll give him a talking to,” John said getting a bit overprotective. You smiled gratefully at the two brothers. You had known them as long as Tommy. They had always been there for you, through thick and thin, all three of them. Tommy particular. “No Johnny its okay, It won’t take long anyway. Then I can go home and go to bed.” You kicked back a shot of whiskey and straightened your clothing preparing yourself for the meeting. You soon found yourself giggling next to a man while sipping a glass of whiskey. He had said an awfully dry joke but never the less you promised Tommy you would help. And after an hour or so Tommy was sealing a deal with the rather tipsy young gentleman. You pulled on your coat with a sigh, gathered your belongings and made your way out of the Garrison with Tommy following behind. If was a common, unspoken agreement the two of you had, Tommy would always no matter what walk you home. You linked your arm with his and blew out a stream of air watching it cloud in front of you. “Thanks (y/n). I really do appreciate it. This will help us gain a more legal way of doing business, meaning more money and fewer inspections and police.” You listened as Tommy talked to you about all the great things that would happen. And you listened with a smile on your face and laughed at all the right times. And as you waved a goodbye to him from your doorstep you couldn’t help a certain thought from floating into your mind. What if the only reason Tommy kept you as a friend was to sweeten the deal? You shivered quietly and made your way into your house trying to think of anything or anybody but Thomas Shelby. The next morning you made your way to the Garrison. You and Polly had decided to meet there the day before for a cup drinks and then off to the market! The first thing you noticed as you walked into the bar was a new bartender or barmaid. No offense to her but she stuck out like a sore thumb. She was beautiful even you would admit that but something about her radiated mystery. You sat in your and Polly’s favorite seat by the window so you could both judge the passerby’s. You sat back with a sigh and inspected the barmaid. She seemed polite and did her job well. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of uneasiness when watching her smile and serve the customers. A moment later Tommy’s head poked out of the little window connecting to the bar. You watched as you saw Tommy’s eyes light up with curiosity but soon replaced with interest. A normal bystander would consider Tommy’s facial expressions to the women as rude but you as his best friend could see behind the mask. You couldn’t help but feel tweaks of jealousy as you saw his eyes hint at the emotion of desire. You sighed and sipped your drink. “You seem a bit discouraged.”Your face immediately lit up when you heard Polly’s smooth charismatic voice. You jumped up and gave her a hug. “I’m not discouraged, just a bit tired.” You responded. You both had settled down each with a strong drink. Polly looked at you for a long time, waiting for you to tell her the truth. She soon realized that you went going to tell her, so she rolled her eyes and kicked back her drink, “Come on I want to get some food for dinner.” So the both of you shuffled out into the cold, ashy street and headed for the market. You and Polly always had a lot of fun but you were always drained after a day with her, she was constantly active. You rolled your neck as you put down your book, you had been staring down at it for too long and now your neck hurt. Your head shot up when you heard a knock at your door. You pulled your robe around you tighter. Opening the door you were surprised to see Tommy. “What are you doing here.” You said, a bit confused but a smile fought its way onto your face. “I want to talk to you. Can I come in or are you just going to stand there and let the cold air get in?” He teased you with a smirk. You shook your head with a grin as you opened your door. There was something about Tommy that was magnetic. Maybe it was his eyes or his voice but you just wanted to talk with him forever. And that’s what you did. After you both regained your breath from laughing too hard you sat in silence, not an awkward one but a nice one. “Just like old times.” You whispered while looking down at the floor. You looked over at him and was surprised to find him staring right back at you. “You,” Tommy began. “I like to talk to you, you…” He looked around trying to think of the word. “You are magnetic.” You both sat there facing each other just caught in each other’s magnetic fields. Weeks went by and slowly but surely you watched painfully as Tommy fell for Grace. You were never mean to Grace, you were always polite but you knew there was something off about her. You debated with yourself for days whether you should tell Tommy and you finally thought that it’s better to be safe than sorry. You decided to tell him as you were both admiring the new horses that had recently arrived. “Grace..” You began. “What about Grace,” Tommy responded almost immediately. “Grace is a lovely woman, I’ve talked to her. But, I think that you should be careful.” He looked up from inspecting the horse’s feet with a doubtful look. “Why should I be careful? She’s a barmaid (y/n).” You continued to brush the horse’s mane. “I know but you said so yourself there was no record of her at the town and no pub said they employed her. It’s just a bit strange. I’m just warning you to take care of yourself. I’m your best friend its what I do.” After your brisk and rather cold chat with Tommy, you both started to drift away like two icebergs in the North Pole. Over the next couple weeks, you heard of the budding romance between Grace and Tommy and you swallowed your sadness and put on a smile. You heard from Polly about the endeavors of the Peaky Blinders. “Billy Kimber!” You exclaimed after hearing about Tommy plan from Polly. “Has he gone mad!?” You asked. “No, he hasn’t. That’s the problem. I’m worried too but this will be good for the company.” As the day neared closer to the attack on Kimber, you grew more and more worried about Tommy. But you refused to make it known. He was happy with Grace and Grace should be worrying about him, not you. You were running as fast as you could down the ashy roads. You were running for the Garrison. Polly apparently wanted you to meet her there. You passed an alleyway and was suddenly pulled into it violently. You cried out from the pain. You were shoved up against a wall by a middle-aged man. You immediately recognized him as one of Kimber’s right-hand men. His hair was slicked back with so much gel it was dripping down his face. The Cologne he was wearing was so strong and sickening you almost vomited. “Let go of me!” You yelled loudly hoping anyone would hear and come to the rescue. “I don’t think so lady, you see I’ve seen you hanging about with them Shelby’s. So I’m going to show ‘em what happens when they mess with Billy Kimber.” He continued to whisper terrifying threats and disgusting comments into your ear. Just to see you squirm. You don’t know how long you had been there but he then started to hike up your dress, your body burst with adrenaline and you kneed him in a very what you would call sensitive area. He cried out in pain and slapped you. The ring on his hand cut into the skin next to your eyebrow, but you couldn’t care less. Before he could grab you, you ran out of the alley down the road and towards the Garrison. Unbeknownst to you, the fighting had come to an end. As you burst into the Garrison everyone looked up. You held onto the counter for support. The blood from the cut above your eyebrow was bleeding and it was dripping into your eye causing it to sting. Immediately Polly, Ada, and all three brothers were crowded around you. The brothers demanding explanations and Ada and Polly comforting you. You silenced them all with a raise from your hand. “You know what,” You whispered. You were still in shock from being held captive by a slimy man. “I’m going home.” And without waiting for a response you turned around and walked out of the pub. You were shaking from head to foot as you sat in the bath. You had been sitting and staring for hours at your hands, replaying the moment over and over again. You jumped at the sound of a knock at your door. You slowly stood up and slipped on your rob. You opened the door a crack to see who it was. You sighed at the sight of a rather disheveled Tommy. You opened the door for him. And just like old times, you both sat on the couch staring at each other. Tommy was the first to talk, his voice a hoarse whisper. “You were right.” You looked at him in confusion. “About what?” Tommy looked down at his hands. “Grace, she was, she was working for the crown.” You raised your eyebrows in shock. “Tommy, I’m really sorry. You don’t deserve this. You deserve so much better than her.” You slowly reached out and stroked his arm comfortingly. “No.” He whispered, still not looking at you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I should have listened. Your my best friend and I haven’t been treating you right. And I should have been with you and then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” All of these poured out of him not stopping just a steady flow. He fiddles with his hands while he spoke looking like an ashamed young boy.

You felt a surge of pity for him. He was damaged but you didn’t mind. You leaned forward and hugged him.

“It’s okay Tommy, I’m sorry too.” You mumbled into his ear. He gradually his body relaxed and he wrapped his arms around you. He lent his head against your shoulder and sighed gratefully. You pulled apart eventually. You both were very close. You could count his eyelashes and freckles that were carefully placed on his face.

Tommy reached up slowly to your face and gently ghosted his fingertips over your bandage on your eyebrow. You could see the flurry of emotions passing through his eyes, they were all too quick for you to register.

“I find you..” Tommy began after a couple minutes of silence, in his hoarse voice. His eyes staring into yours, “Magnetic.” He finished.

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