#I can’t believe he needs Tommy John

[graveyard-stray]

Since you returned || Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

Includes: Angst, PTSD, mentions of war, violence, and death, mentions of NSFW topics (briefly), swearing and yelling, rejection if you squint, fluff at the end <3

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I literally JUST started Peaky Blinders and had to write this so if any details are wrong please forgive me!!

NOT PROOFREAD

You and Thomas Shelby had some- history to say the least.

You were practically apart of the Shelby family. Ever since you could walk you were best friends with Arthur, John, Finn, Ada, and of course- Tommy. You were the same age as Ada and grew up next door to the family so you spent lots of time with her, and in turn also her brothers.

You could almost always be found running around the street with the Shelby children, playing stupid games or causing a bit of trouble. The brothers never seemed to really care that you and Ada were girls. I mean sure they would be protective over you with danger or boys, but they didn’t exclude you or limit the activities just cause of your gender- and for this time period, that meant a lot.

Tommy in particular, you had always taken an interest in. He was quieter than the other brothers, and a bit smarter too. He was calm and calculated but also fun and sweet. You knew you could always go to him if you needed something and he had no problem getting into fights to protect you and Ada.

It was a very prominent memory in your mind, the day you realized your crush on Tommy. It was your 13th birthday and he was the first Shelby to arrive at your home to wish you a happy birthday. Even before Ada, who you could only assume was running around with her little boyfriend. Of course you didn’t mind though.

But it was your birthday and you were home alone as your mother was away at work and your father had been dead for years, and you heard a knock on your door. You got up from the table where you sat eating some breakfast and strode towards the door, upon opening it you see a 16 year old Tommy standing infront of you. He smiled down at you. “I believe I owe you, a Happy Birthday” He said rather smug and sarcastically but in a fun and playful manner.

You couldn’t help the smile that emerged from your face as he pulled you into a quick hug, once he drew away from you, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small box wrapped with some ribbon, “And a little gift for you, of course.” he held the box out towards you. Your face tinted a bit pink as you looked down “oh Tommy you really didn’t have to get me anything.” You insisted. “Oh but of course I did, your 13 years old today, practically an old woman now!” He joked, causing you to giggle sweetly.

You grabbed the box from his hands and unwrapped the ribbon carefully. Your smile grew wide as you opened the box to see a silver bracelet inside. You weren’t sure if it was real but you’d didn’t care of course. What meant a lot to you was the fact it was silver. Everyone usually gave you things colored gold, but you really didn’t like gold. You were just too nice to say anything. Except once- mentioning it offhandedly. You didn’t think any one heard but…he did. He always heard you when you spoke.

“It’s silver, since I know you don’t like gold all that much.” Tommy mentioned as he observed your reaction to the gift. You smiled widely up at him and quickly wrapped your arms around him in another hug. He smiled and hugged you back.

After he left you realized his kindness. He was always kind to you, he listened when you spoke and sometimes you felt like he knew more about you than Ada. And then you can’t forget he is quite handsome.

From that day on your ever waking thought was consumed by Tommy Shelby.

13 YEARS LATER; 1919

Ever since he had returned from the war, Tommy wasn’t the same. He wasn’t Tommy anymore. Tommy Shelby was long gone. This was Mr. Shelby. The leader of the Peaky Blinders and the toughest man in Birmingham.

The day he came back from France you ran to him, you went to give him a hug and to welcome him home but he stepped away, avoiding your embrace. You were confused and a bit concerned at this reaction, taking note of his glare and the almost blank expression that painted his face. The light behind his eyes you knew so well was gone.

His refusal of your hug was exceptionally odd because- before he left you were quite close more so then usually. You were both in your 20s and it was unspoken but there was definitely a bit of tension there. You weren’t sure if he felt the same about you, but you were undeniably in love with him, more than just a grade school crush.

Now though, he was a completely different man. If you were told he was a different person entirely- not even named Thomas Shelby, just with the same face…you might actually believe it.

The fun gaze he possessed before was replaced by a hard glare. The smile you were so familiar with replaced by a constant blank expression or scowl. You could’ve swore you saw him smoking a cigarette 24/7 (although that wasn’t TOO strange for him) His face was thinner, his eyes baggier, and all around you could see that this was a broken man.

You walked into the Shelby family meeting and took a seat next to Aunt Polly. Arthur looked at you and furrowed his brows, “Uh no, this is a family meeting, You are not a Shelby. Your a (l/n).” He scolded you. But you didn’t move or even seem to acknowledge his words.

“(y/n)!” He snapped, attempting to get you to reply. You turned to him slowly, staying in your seat and taking a long drag from your cigarette. “As far as your concerned I am a Shelby. I helped your sister and aunt run this place while you were off in France, and now here I am getting disrespected and have no say? What happened?” You defended yourself, your tone quite unbothered.

Before Arthur could speak Tommy chimed in, “we came back.” He said, answering your question. Your eyes moved to him, “did you though?” You asked rhetorically. He was going to reply but Polly cut him off and began the meeting.

After the meeting ended you were the last to leave, or at least you thought you were. There you sat, in your chair looking out the window, cigarette between your fingers as you got lost in thought.

You were pulled out of your mind by a rough voice behind you, “What the hell do you think your doing?” Tommy asked angrily. “Smoking.” You replied matter a factly.

He scoffed, “you know damn well that ain’t what I mean. Showing up to family meetings and acting like you are one of us, like your a peaky blinder.” He scolded you.

You got up angrily and faced him. “I am a peaky blinder Thomas. While you were away fighting in that damn war I was here! I was here with Polly and Ada, and we ran this place. We did a bloody good job at it too! I am just as capable as you are!” You defended.

He looked down at you, “it isn’t safe, the people out there are bloody viscous. Your gonna get ripped to shreds!” He said, the scowl on his face never faltering.

“You don’t get to tell me what is and isn’t safe for me, who do you think you are? My keeper? Not in a million years Thomas!” She spat at him, the words seeping into him like venom. He hadn’t heard you call him by his full first name, ever- not that he really thought about it.

He got angry now, although deep down it wasn’t anger, it was sadness. Of course it didn’t come out that way… “ACTUALLY, I CAN TELL YOU WHAT IS AND ISN’T SAFE BECAUSE I AM IN CHARGE AROUND HERE. IF YOU WANT TO BE A PEAKY BLINDER YOUR GONNA LEARN TO FOLLOW ORDERS LIKE A DAMN OBEDIENT WOMAN.” He yelled in your face. You didn’t flinch, just frowned angrily and shook your head.

“Where is Tommy. I want him back.” You said softly? Mostly to yourself. “The hell do you mean? I’m standing right fuckin’ infront of you!” He said, still angry and now a bit confused.

You looked him in the eyes. Those piercing blue eyes that used to hold the world and now, were empty and cold. “The boy who used to care for me, for others. The boy who was kind…who knew my favorite color and cared to say goodmorning and goodnight and wish me a happy birthday every year. The boy who laughed and joked and had fun and had a life! The man who would NEVER speak to me, or any other woman for that matter, like I was some common whore!” You retorted.

He scoffed, “What? You expected me to come back and be the EXACT same man? You have no idea what happened over there! you could think about it realistically- But no! your just a little girl who doesn’t understand how the god damn world works. I mean seriously, PEOPLE DIED. I WATCHED PEOPLE DIE. That changes man! And besides, what’s it matter to you anyway?!” He yelled.

You took his face in your hands roughly, putting on hand on each cheek and forcing him to look you in your eyes as you said this, said the thing you always had wanted to tell him but were always to scared to say. “IT MATTERS BECAUSE I LOVED TOMMY SHELBY. I LOVED HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING AND NOW ALL I GET IS A MAN WHO IS ANGRY AND COLD AND JUST BLOODY MEAN!” You screamed, trying to suppress the tears that threatened your eyes. Not wanting to seem weak.

He pulled away from your grasp on his face and rolled his eyes “oh, so your upset because I didn’t take you home and sleep with you as soon as I got back? FUCK, you really are a cheap fucking whore!” He yelled, slamming a drawer closed.

“THAT ISN'T THE POINT AT ALL!” You yelled and looked up to blink, so the tears wouldn’t fall. “THE POINT IS THAT I LOVED YOU….” Your tone began to soften and the tears finally fell. “I loved you and, god- Thomas I know your struggling and I know that everything over there was horrible. But you won’t even let me help you. You won’t let anyone! All you do is get angry and mean and bitter and…I know my worth and I don’t deserve this.” You responded finally. Before turning and leaving the room.

As you left Tommy watched you go, the anger in his face now melting away and revealing the sadness. He realized he had made a mistake.

3 days later; 1919

You hadn’t spoken to Tommy in days. You had been entirely avoiding him. Mostly out of anger at how he spoke to you, and partially out of embarrassment and guilt. You knew he was struggling and ended up just screaming at him instead of trying to talk to him- but in your defense he was being rude first. And then you told him you were in love with him which you never even considering doing. It was not the greatest memory right now.

Tommy seemed quite alright, some rough business with other gangs but nothing too out of the ordinary, you knew how business was.

It was around midnight you assumed, you had just gotten out of bed to make some tea since you were unable to sleep. As you waited for the water to heat you heard a knock at the door. You looked suspiciously at it.

You grabbed your gun off the table near the door and held it tight as you looked through the peephole.

A soft sigh left your lips as you saw who it was, Thomas Shelby. You rolled your eyes before putting your gun down and opening the door to see what he could possibly want.

You hadn’t noticed through the peephole but he looked pretty messy. In just his pajamas and a jacket, his hair a mess and his face covered in sweat. You looked concerned, and any annoyance you had at his arrival soon washed away.

“I uh. I had a nightmare.” Tommy started, as he stood nervously in your doorway. “I’ve been having them every night really.” He continued softly. Your gaze softened. “Oh Tommy. Come in.” You moved out the way and let him walk in, he took a seat on your sofa as you closed the door and took the water off the stove- then moved to join him on the couch.

“I’m sorry (y/n). For the other day and showing up here now. All those things I said I- I didnt mean it. Your not a whore. Or a stupid little girl, you’re smart and beautiful and you’ve always been a deal too good for me…and tonight I woke up from my nightmare and I just. I don’t know…You said you wanted to help me, and I was scared of letting anyone help me. But I..love you.” He confessed, the look in his eyes tired and sad, but also that warm familiar look you knew well.

You put your hands on his cheeks softly, a striking 180 from how you held his face the other day, and placed your forhead against his. You could feel his shaky breaths on your face as you just sat there for a moment. “I will help you get through this, all of it. Because I love you too, Tommy.” You said as you sat there, once again getting to feel and smell him there with you, you missed this proximity to him.

Tommy smiled a soft smile as you called him his nickname. He put his hands atop yours, which were still on his face, and leaned in to connect his lips with yours in a quick kiss. It was quick but it was also soft and loving. You both had clearly waited for this for so long and it was worth it. “I missed hearing you call me that.” Tommy admitted. “I always thought my name sounded best coming out of your mouth” he said a bit suggestively. You chucked.

“Why don’t we head upstairs to my room? You can stay here, incase you have another nightmare.” You suggested, smiling softly at him as you pulled away from the closeness to look at him fully. He nodded softly before getting up.

As you got back to your room and crawled into bed and layed on your side facing the wall. He climbed in a moment after you, you could feel the dip in the mattress as he got in and under the covers. After he adjusted for a moment you felt his arm wrap around your waist and his body press against yours, his face burying in your hair. “I hope this is alright, love.” He asks softly.

You smile and grab hold of his hand which is resting on your stomach. “Definitely.” You reply as you both snuggle close and drift off to sleep.

Tommy Shelby didn’t have another nightmare that entire night he spent cuddled up with you in your bed, and sure he had a long way to go but he knew with your help it would be okay.

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[look-at-the-soul]

Easter egg hunt

Tommy Shelby x reader (blurb)

🐣 🐰 I wrote this in one sit and it’s pure fluff 🤭

Y/N tried to catch her breath after chasing the kids around the stables, she was so grateful for the fresh glass of lemonade Ada offered.

“Charlie is getting so big.”

“Have you seen Karl?” She chuckled throwing a glance at the Shelby cousins. Each kid had so much of their fathers, both women complained of carrying them inside for months only for them to look just like their dads.

“Do you think these will be enough?” Polly joined them followed by Frances who brought a second tray of sandwiches.

“As long as you keep my brothers off those, it will be enough for the children.” Ada laughed.

They were doing an Egg hunt for Easter this year and after spending weeks collecting and decorating one by one with different colors and filling them with little piece of candies before covering them with bright papers.

“Ugh, those bloody eggs… if I see one more after today…” Esme arrived flopping into the nearest chair, she was severely pregnant and everyone keep betting the baby would be a boy.

After finishing their task, all the Shelby brothers demanded to not eat a single egg in a few weeks.

“Everything is ready for the kids Mrs. Shelby.” Frances announced.

“Perfect, I’ll go get my nephews.” Polly disappeared into Arrow House.

Y/N asked Frances to get the children, but she wasn’t able to hide her disappointment as Arthur, John, Finn and Johnny Dogs joined them outside, except for Tommy as they mentioned he decided to check some paperwork.

Soon the little giggles and squeals from the Shelby kids filled her heart as they started running around looking for the eggs hidden under the bushes, behind the flower pots of even inside the fountain.

She particularly loved the look in Charlie’s face when he found the little candies inside his first egg.

As Esme was comforting Katie because she still hadn’t found one, Y/N stood up determined to walk in and drag Tommy from his office. It was a Sunday and she wanted to have the entire family together to enjoy it.

But to her surprise, he was leaning against the front door, with his characteristic cigarette unlit between his lips, the sleeves of his immaculate white shirt rolled up and a breathtaking smile that he usually had reserved only for the private moments between them decorating his face.

He had been watching the egg hunt from afar.

“I was about to make you come outside.” Y/N wrapped her arms around his torso.

“I knew you would, so I saved you the trip to my office.” Tommy winked, saving in his memory the images of his entire family gathered having a lovely moment.

Thoughts of how this was pretty much what he had been looking for were running inside his mind, watching the kids barefoot, giggling, he was willing to give anything for that.

“Saved you one… it’s special.”

“Yeah?” Tommy couldn’t remember having his own egg for Easter, his eyes were fixed in the delicate shell.

Covering his hand, Y/N couldn’t keep hiding the huge smile from her face. “You need to break it, sweetheart.”

Smashing it with his hand, Tommy found a small paper inside among the confetti.

Can’t wait to meet you, daddy! - it read.

Tommy couldn’t believe it, it took him several seconds just staring at the handwritten note. After Charlie, they had to deal with a few losses that caused a severe damage to their marriage, but they surfed the high waves with patience and decided to focus on what they had, so this was a total surprise.

“It’s been so hard to keep it from you, but I wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

His arms where around his wife in a tight embrace, feeling grateful, blessed, thinking how good his life actually was.

“This is the best news I’ve had in a long time, love.”

To his own surprise, he took Y/N by the waist to spin her around, showering her face with feather-like kisses when he stopped, feeling his love expanding without limits.

*****

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A/N: Just because 🤷🏻‍♀️

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[justlulu]

🔥Sex with the Peaky Blinder boys🔥

I need to give @greatlydelirious credit for the inspo, HI nice to meet you!, your ‘Peaky Blinders dicks description’ was such a blessing ;) and you set me in the mood to write some smut as I originally did so thank u for that.🌷💕

⚠️my very PERSONAL opinion ⚠️

Tommy Shelby

Tommy fucks like he works: well placed thrusts, steady rhythm. He’s the type to go straight to the point, not leaving too much room for foreplay, he does his job and he does it good, but he certainly knows how to use his tongue when he’s in the mood. Not a big fan of dirty talk, well not a fan of talking to begin with, he will let his kisses and caresses speak for him. Missionary and HE HOLDS YOUR HANDS THE WHOLE TIME!

Alfie Solomons

The man is a savage. Sex with him is hot and messy: he likes to switch positions and have you in as much ways as he can, but there’s nothing he loves more than laying down on his back and letting you sit on him and do your thing. Especially after a long, stressful day at work, he loves to hand over the reins and watch you bounce on his cock. He also enjoys making you believe that little you is capable of overpowering him, allowing you to hold his arms or press him down on the mattress. He lets you play a bit, before easily rolling over and pinning you under his gigantic body, a hand cupping the top of your head to keep you still as he proceeds with a hard pounding. He’s loud, not engaged in dirty talk, but grunts a lot and curses even more.

Luca Changretta

BDSM! He’s kinky as hell, has a power exchange fixation and a dominant mindset. He’s a boss after all, he likes to take control. Sex with him is never just a quick fuck. He likes to take his time, set the mood, get you ready. He will take a sit, matchstick in his mouth, and make you undress for him, give him a show, present yourself to him. He craves your submission in all of its forms: kneeling at his feet with his thumb stroking your cheek as you suck him off, spreading your legs and waiting patiently for him to touch you, and beg beg BEG! You’ll be a fucked out mess when he finally gives it to you.

John Shelby

He wants to be tough, but in bed he’s a sweetheart. He really does make love to you, kissing every inch of your skin before he even starts to undress himself. He will never admit it to his mates, but he also loves a bossy partner who puts him back in his place and praises him when he behaves.

Arthur Shelby

He’s a fucking animal, someone once said. They were fucking right. Hair pulling, love bites, spanking and a hard and fast pace. He fucks like he needs to breed you. He likes to maneuver you body and bounce it like a rag doll, but holds you gently in his arms right after you’re done.

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A.N. As always, I keep it in my drafts for months trying to make it better until I can’t bare the sight of it anymore. It should have contained Michael too, but my brain just refuses to think of something..so, no Michael😔 Someone said that what we write is never as good as we want it to be, but it’s always better than what we think of it for the readers, so here you go.

-lulu🤍

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[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 57

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = The Long Awaited Wedding Day

Warnings = Language...Grammar...Death mentioned....violence implied...fluff...cute moments...wedding...alcohol

Word Count = 3,787

Note =Firstly, I am sorry for the wait. I am honestly considering ending this story here and there abouts because I feel I am not giving it the love and attention I have in the past and I know you are all frustrated waiting for updates or at least the scattered updates can be annoying and I get that and apologise. I do hope if you are reading this that you enjoy it and thank you so much for sticking with me. Love you all 💙

Always please give love to @forgottenpeakywriter aka Selene Shelby for the artwork for this chapter. She made this month's ago and I finally get to use it.

Standing in my former bedroom in my parents’ home wearing a wedding dress felt surreal. It was truly happening. I was getting married. But it was so much more different than I could have ever imagined. I was now a mother, to the most perfect little angel. The relationship with my parents was much better than it was four years previous and my best friend, my true best friend was dead. My brother James Adler. But I knew he was beside me today. He wouldn’t let me go through this day on my own. 

I could just imagine his words now, ‘I can’t believe you fell for Thomas Shelby when I told you not to. And now you are marrying him?’. I can imagine him chuckling in my ear as he fixed the lapels of the suit he would wear to my wedding. He would talk me through my nerves for the day, assuring me everything was going to be okay.

Before he died he knew Tommy made me happy. Anyone could see how happy that man made me. I’d happily shout it from the rooftops if I wasn’t afraid of heights. I had truly and utterly fallen in love with that Peaky Blinder Devil, Thomas Shelby and I didn't see that changing anytime soon. 

Looking in the mirror I brushed down the beautiful lace of my dress. I was ready, all I had to do was wait for one of Tommy’s men to take me to the location. I didn’t know where the wedding was, Tommy wouldn't tell me. He kept everything about this wedding hush-hush. 

I didn't know if this was because he thought I might change my mind and say no or if it was just his need to have control after what happened at the Derby when he nearly lost his life. Either way, I was happy to let him take the lead, I was kept busy with our daughter. 

I walked down the stairs, my father looked handsome dressed in a beautiful hand-tailored suit he had created himself for the wedding, while my mother wore a beautiful blush pink dress. She was making tea, ushering a small piece of bread towards me, wanting me to eat it. But I shook my head. My nerves were too much, I couldn’t eat a thing. 

“Butterflies” I shake my head holding my stomach. I look down at my daughter's bassinet. She was sleeping soundly, small coos coming from her pink lips every so often. She was honestly the most beautiful little girl I ever laid my eyes on. I could stare at her all day and never get bored. 

“B…b…beautiful” My father tried to speak, walking over to me and placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. A proud look in his eyes as we looked at each other. He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze as he nodded. 

Today was a big day for all of us. For my parents, it was the day they officially loose their daughter to a man. For me, it was the day I married the love of my life. The father of my child. Today was the day our families joined together and become one. 

After a moment of silence, a loud bang was heard at the door followed by a loud voice walking into my parents’ home. I looked around at the front door to see John walking into the living room. 

“Alrigh’ Ana ready to get hitched?” John grinned, nodding at my parents in acknowledgement. “Well shit, don't you look beautiful. Like an angel” 

“Thank you, John” I whispered. The butterflies had exploded from my stomach and were working their way through my body. I could feel tingling sensations in my arms, it was like electricity in my fingertips.

“Nervous? Aye, big commitment this “ John nodded reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a flask. “Want some? Might settle the nerves” He chuckled with that cheeky grin of his, blue eyes shining with mischief. 

“I’ll pass” I chuckled “How is Tommy?” I asked biting my lip as I played with my fingers nervously. 

John licked his lips as he debated how to answer the question. “Tommy is Tommy” John chuckled. “He seems cool, and in control but he is probably a nervous wreck under that stony face that you seem to love." John joked, licking his lips. "You’re a special girl to him Ana. I’ve never seen him like this over a woman” 

“Really?” I asked a small smile pulling at my lips. 

“Well no actually, there is one other girl he acts all goofy for…” John trailed off that cheeky grin of his growing. “And it is my perfect little niece sleeping all precious in that cot” He spoke looking over at Roselle. “I still can’t believe Tommy helped create something so innocent and pure” 

“Tommy is a good man, John, you know that” I smiled walking over and placing my hand on his shoulder as we stared at my sleeping daughter. “You all are” 

John pursed his lips before nodding his head. “Maybe” He sighed before rubbing his hands together “Alright we gotta move, cars out front I’m driving, Mr and Mrs Adler you can ride in the back with Roselle, Ana in front with me."

****** 

The drive felt like it took forever but when I looked at the clock it had only taken twenty minutes. John had driven us to an open field that usually lay empty, only today it was filled with different, brightly coloured vardos and several people. They were all around small campfires. There were people I didn’t recognise and a few I did. 

In the middle of all the vardos and people was a walkway, lined with candles and flower petals. At the end of the walkway was an arch, a beautiful arch filled with flowers of all different colours. Haybales lined each side I assumed for our guests to sit. I slowly exited the car in my wedding dress admiring the view, my parents got out behind me with my daughter. I noticed that she was awake and decided I wanted to hold her to help settle my nerves. 

I looked up at my mother and father who both nodded proudly. It was evident on their faces that they to appreciate Tommy’s efforts to make the venue beautiful. In the distance I saw, Arthur, Ada and Polly. They seemed to laughing and enjoying themselves, each one looking beautiful and dressed up for the occasion. 

It was only a matter of minutes now till we became family, officially. 

John whistled rather loudly drawing the attention of some of the men who in turned to alert the others. It was rather amusing to watch, as each man whistled to the next signalling my arrival, the guests all seemed to make their way towards the haybales to take a seat. 

When word had reached Polly she quickly walked in our direction, a surprised look on her face as she eyed me from head to toe. “Ana my dear I’ve never seen you look so beautiful. This dress is so you” Polly grinned the seconds she reached me. “My grand niece is awake I see, excited for the big day” She cooed stroking Roselle’s cheek. 

“Polly this place, how did you all get a field to look so, wonderful?” I asked softly. This setting was much better than I could ever imagine. It was better than a stuffy church wedding I always dreamt of, it simply surpassed it in every level possible. 

“Tommy, the boy has an exquisite vision when given the chance” Polly smiled “Alright almost show time, let me take the little lady, your mother can follow me and we shall see you at the other side Mrs Shelby” Polly smiled taking my daughter from my hands and walking with my mother to seat down. 

“You feeling good Mr Adler?” John asked offering him a sip of his flask which my father happily accepted. “Almost showtime, whenever the band starts playing just walk down the middle, Tommy will see you at the bottom” John winked, taking back his flask and going to stand next to Arthur. 

I bit my lip realising that John, Arthur and Finn were acting as groomsmen for Tommy and I had no one representing me. In that moment of weakness, I realised I probably should have spent more time making friends and trying to have a life outside of Tommy and even Roselle. 

My father gently stroked my arm offering me a small smile as he rubbed my upper arm carefully. Before I could open my mouth to speak we were joined by Esme, Ada and Lizzie. 

“You didn’t think we’d let you enter into this lion's den alone did you” Esme smiled sending me a wink. 

“You may not have chosen us to be your friends but we sure as hell are your family” Ada nodded.

“You’ll need all the support you can get marrying Tommy Ana. But there is no better woman for it” Lizzie smiled offering me a hug which I gladly accepted. 

My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest at the overwhelming support of these girls. Ada’s words in particular stayed with me, of course, these women were my family. We had been through so much over the past few years how could I have not thought of them as friends? I did have people outside of Tommy and Roselle, yes Tommy may have introduced us but our bond was much deeper than that now. 

Hearing music, the girls squealed in delight, making a show as they walked down the walkway John had pointed out earlier. When Lizzie finally moved aside I saw Tommy, he was standing at the other side his face stoic where he stood. His hands were clasped together in front of him, he was wearing a beautiful navy blue suit that just made his eyes pop. He had a beautiful white flower on the lapel of his suit, letting everyone know he was the groom. 

“R…ready” My father grimaced slightly in pain but smiled through it as he offered me his arm. I gladly took it feeling the butterflies float all over my body, images of falling entered my head so I gripped tightly onto his upper arm. We started to slowly walk down the pathway, I tried to keep my head up, and shoulders back and reach Tommy without falling and making a fool of myself. With each step I took I felt like it was lasting forever, the walkway seemed to be growing instead of shrinking. Would I ever make it to the end? 

I was so consumed with my thoughts that it was only when my father placed my hands in Tommy’s did the panic, stop. I instantly recognised his touch and I felt relief. The weight had been lifted and everything seemed right in the world. I look up at him smiling brightly as he gazed into my eyes, a small smile tugged on the corner of his lips. 

“You look beautiful” He smiled, reaching up and cupping the side of my cheek and jaw softly in his hands. His thumb gently stroked along my cheekbone. 

“And you look so handsome, I love the navy on you” I smiled a bright toothy smile as we looked into each other’s eyes. 

The moment was broken by Johnny's dogs clearing his throat. I glanced at him briefly before turning to Tommy, he was officiating the wedding? I asked with my eyes causing Tommy to chuckle. 

“He knows what he’s doing, he blessed John and Esme’s’ wedding I thought he could do ours too” Tommy grinned, sending a quick wink as he positioned us in the middle of everyone’s eyeline. Front and centre where the bride and groom should be. 

“Alrigh let’s get this wedding going before Tommy holds it off any longer eh?” Johnny Dogs spoke rather loud so everyone could hear. His statement made the guests chuckle in amusement. A small dig at Tommy for the length of time he waited before finally allowing us to wed. 

***** 

The wedding ceremony went off without incident, something I was grateful for considering who I was marrying and the gang I was marrying into. It seemed that everything was finally at peace. Major Campbell was gone along with all our problems, at least that's what it felt like. As far as I was aware we could now have a normal life. 

Tommy could continue his work with the factories and betting shop, yes he fixed races but he had police officers on his side it wasn’t something he would be arrested for now Campbell was dead. They would continue looking in the opposite direction. 

I hadn’t had any more threats of incidents with the Italians and Tommy seemed to be caught up with planning this wedding and keeping his business operating in both Birmingham and London to even consider going after them. Things were finally, as normal as they could be. 

After saying our vows and having a few pictures taken, the party had truly begun. The Shelby family, along with my own and our friends were celebrating our union. Whiskey, rum, beer and gin were all flowing. Where Johnny Dogs once stood was now a giant bonfire where people danced around. 

Tommy had invited most of the people from Small Heath allowing them to celebrate with us, showing he was still a man of his people. Each guest had brought food for everyone to share, members of the Lee family that Tommy invited brought meat that they cooked on the open bonfire. 

I took a moment to feed my daughter away from the madness that occurred after our ceremony. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it I loved it I just needed a moment to breathe and relax. A moment to digest everything that has happened today. I was finally Mrs Shelby. 

Mrs Thomas Shelby that was a lot to digest. I was now a wife. 

I sat humming softly to my daughter as she ate from my breast. It was hard manoeuvring myself from the dress while holding a small baby but I managed it. Lost in my thoughts I felt a presence sitting down next to me. I looked over finding my mother, a small smile on her face as she gently stoked Roselle’s head as she ate. 

We sat in silence for what felt like forever. The sound of my wedding was in the background, I could hear Tommy shouting at his brothers and his men that there would be no fighting at his wedding. He knew I didn’t like violence. There was still a part of me haunted by the time Tommy was being beaten to a pulp thanks to Sabini and his men all those years ago. It was one of the scariest experiences of my life, I truly thought I was going to lose him. 

After feeding my daughter, I looked over at my mother. “Would you like to nurse the wind from her?” I asked softly to which she nodded, taking the infant from me and rubbing her back as I got my wedding dress back on. “She’s getting so big already isn’t she?” I smiled with a small laugh. 

My mother nodded, she was happy that was the main emotion but there was also sadness in her eyes. “James would have loved to be here” She spoke. 

It took me a moment to realise that actual words had left my mother's lips. My eyes widened and I sat in shock I couldn’t believe it. I looked down at her as she nursed my daughter, feeling the need to pinch myself. I hadn’t heard my mother's voice since her attack almost a year ago. 

“Mother I…” 

“I know I wasn’t fair on you or James for that I can only apologise.” She whispered, tears falling from her eyes. “I said and did things I am not proud of. I tried to force my beliefs, and my ways onto you and I can see now that it was wrong. What your father and I did was wrong.” 

I remain quiet when she brings up the arrangement she and my father made with the Italians all those years before. 

“You have a good man now who will protect you from the mistakes your father and I made. We can’t apologise enough because it will never be enough but we will do everything we can to make it right.” She continued, saying the most I think she has ever spoken to me throughout my life. “I want to thank you for letting us be involved in Roselle's life” 

“Of course, she needs to know her grandparents, you’re the only set she has” I whispered feeling emotional at this conversation. It was a lot to process, there were apologies, truth and the fact it was the first time she had spoken since the attack. It felt like a lot to handle. 

“Go now and get something to eat. You must be starving” She spoke holding my daughter tight against her chest. “She is just so precious, I’ll keep her safe” 

I nodded leaning in to hug my mother “Despite the past, I still love you very much” I whispered in her ear before going to get myself something to eat. Due to my nerves all morning I didn’t eat and now the main event was over, I was starving. 

When I rejoined the wedding, I looked around finding Tommy laughing with his brothers as they drank their sacred whiskey. His tie was undone and his suit jacket was long gone. He looked so comfortable, so relaxed. I couldn’t help but admire him, for the first time in a long time, it seemed like his mind was at ease. 

There was no planning, no next steps. At least that’s how he presented. 

I got myself a plate of food when I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind, his face buried into my neck. He placed soft kisses along the back of my neck, his teeth nibbling every so often.  

“I am a lucky ass man eh” Tommy chuckled into my neck. 

“I feel the same way Tommy” I smiled leaning into his arms, simply enjoying his strong embrace. 

“Where’s Rosie?” He asked going back to nibbling along my neck and shoulder. 

“My mother has her and Tommy…” I spoke turning around to face him and putting my plate of food down. “She spoke to me” 

“Who Rosie?” Tommy asked confused. I could tell he had a lot more than a few glasses of whiskey to drink if he was slow to catch on to who I meant. 

“No my mother” I chuckled “Are you a little drunk Mr Shelby?” I teased running my hands up and down his chest. 

“Only slightly” He chuckled holding me close, hands on my hips “Your mother spoke to you, words? Not hand gestures?” 

“Actually words Tommy” I nodded. 

“That’s…what did she say love? She didn’t upset you?” Tommy asked and I shook my head, explaining to Tommy the entire nature of our conversation. “But you're happy?” 

“I’m happy” I nodded, I loved that Tommy cared. He just wanted to make sure that I was okay, that nothing upset me today of all days. I loved his protective nature. He was truly everything to me. 

As Tommy and I spoke, my mother returned Roselle as she and my father were going home for the evening, a peaky blinder would be taking them home and staying with them for protection as usual. Just because things were quiet didn’t mean that Tommy let up on the security. 

“How do you feel about making a few more like her huh? I’m sure Polly will take her tonight for a few hours…we could make another and another and another…” 

“Easy Mr Shelby” I giggled at him, biting my lip. I loved this side of Tommy. The happy, carefree Tommy who smiled and was happy. 

“Ah, now Mrs Shelby you can’t deny a man, a groom his wedding night with the most beautiful bride in the world.” Tommy grinned leaning in close, cupping my face with his larger hand. “You can’t deny me, my wife, you are mine now… my property” 

“God Tommy when you talk like that you make it hard to resist” 

“That’s the point my love” Tommy grinned leaning in to kiss my lips carefully. “Let’s find Polly so I can take my wife in the way she deserves. You got it?” 

“I got it” I grinned. I felt so happy, so free. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt like I was in heaven. On cloud nine. This night couldn’t have been more perfect if I had tried to make it so. 

Tommy had called Polly over passing over our daughter before tugging on my hand towards a vardo that sat far from the wedding. “We will still be close if she needs us my love but I need to make you mine tonight Mrs Shelby.” 

“I’m ready to be yours for the first time as your wife Tommy” I smiled leaning in to kiss his lips. "I can’t wait” 

As Tommy and I walked towards Vardo, we were cut off by Finn running past us like this life depended on it. I looked after him with confusion when I noticed Arthur coming up behind him, an angry scowl on his face. 

“Ignore them we have bigger things to worry about” Tommy shook his head with a sigh as we moved towards the beautiful red vardo with yellow and orange delicate patterns. Opening the door I could see a small frown on his face as he made eye contact with John, silently warning him to sort it out. 

“They are drunk and having fun Mr Shelby. Just let it go” 

“I fucking warn 'em love that’s what bothers me” He spoke as we entered the small vardo. It was beautiful inside. It looked incredibly homely and unbelievably comfortable. I lay back on the small bed looking up at Tommy with a sultry smile. 

“If you’d rather deal with that than be here with me…I understand” I whispered licking my lips. 

“That is never going to happen Mrs Shelby” Tommy grinned, his mood shifting as he fell on top of me making sure to land on his forearms so he didn’t hurt me. But I could still feel his body pressing into mine. He leaned down kissing my lips deeply as I relaxed into the mattress. "I love you, Mrs Shelby" 

"And I love you, Mr Shelby" 

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[themultifandomgal]

Arthur Shelby- Charlottes Favourite Uncle

This was requested I think over on Wattpad. I can’t actually find the actual request. Hope you enjoy.

Trigger warning- Miscarriage

Before Arthur YN was in a bad relationship. Her ex was cruel to her, but when YN found out she was pregnant she left in fear of her unborn child.

YN knew the Shelby's since being Polly's neighbour for many years so when they found out about her situation Arthur chose to help her.

They married before YN started to show and now 2 and half years later everyone now believes that YN's daughter, Charlotte, is Arthur's. Although the Shelby's know different and now YN and Arthur just found out she's pregnant.

"Carful Lots" YN says as the little girl is running round her uncles and aunt

"Ok Arthur what are we doing here?" John asks placing Esme on his lap holding a drink in his hand

"YN and I have some news. YN is pregnant. We're having a baby"

"No!" Charlotte shouts "no baby"

"Sorry she's struggling with the idea of a baby brother or sister" YN tells everyone

"No mamma no baby"

"Lots mummy has the baby in her tummy now your going to be a big sister" Arthur tried to explain "like I was a big brother"

"Noooo!" she cry's running over to her favourite uncle, Tommy which everyone has been shocked over, from a little age Charlotte took to Tommy, the most unaffectionate person they all know "tell them no baby" she says taking Tommys face in her tiny hands

"I'm sorry little one I can't do that" this causes the little girl to start crying more. Tommy holds her close trying to comfort her, letting tears and snot stain his blazer. Still shocked that Tommy is comforting Charlotte, YN looks at her husband who has the same facial expression as her.

Charlotte falls asleep in Tommys arms, so Arthur takes this opportunity to pick her up and carry her home with YN by his side.

The following day YN, Arthur and Charlotte are at Polly's house when YN starts to get cramps in her stomach

"Everything ok YN?" Polly asks looking at her nephews wife

"Erm I don't know. Something doesn't feel right"

"What do you mean?" Arthur panics

"My stomach hurt Arthur"

"I'll take you to the hospital. He's gonna be no help" Tommy suggests

"You ok looking after Charlotte for us?"

"Yes of course love. Go"

Unfortunately YN and Arthur found out that YN lost the baby. So returning to Polly's they were both feeling rather sad. Neither Arthur or YN had to verbally tell anyone that they lost the baby, it's like they all knew and when Polly did finally say

"The baby?" Arthur just gave a head shake, this being all that was needed for everyone to understand what's happened. Charlotte starts running around the house but when YN asks her to slow down, Charlotte sticks her tongue out and carry's on

"I'll be back in a minute" YN says sadly walking towards her daughter "Lots I need you to stop running, you might break something"

"I don't care" she huffs

"Sweetheart please. This isn't our house this is Polly's"

"Mamma you don't tell me what to do"

"Charlotte I'm your mother"

"I don't care!" Charlotte shouts

"Charlotte do not shout" YN makes her voice a little more stern

"I hate you and Arthur I hate you both"

"Charlotte Shelby! Do not speak to your mother like that!" Arthur shouts and the little girl runs off crying

"Arthur" YN sighs.

Charlotte runs off and finds Tommy sat quietly with a drink in his hand

"Uncle Tommy" she cries running over to him. Tommy immediately picks the little girl up

"What's got you so sad?" he asks

"Mamma and Arthur tell me off"

"Well what happened?"

"I was running and mamma said I'll break something"

"Well she's right you could run and break something or hurt yourself, but what else is wrong"

"Mamma and Arthur don't love me anymore so I said I don't love them"

"Now that's not very nice Charlotte, but why wouldn't they?"

"Because of baby"

"Ahhh" Tommy now realises what's going on "well, mamma and Arthur need you to be a very good girl because something has happened that's upset them"

"Me?"

"No, but when your not listening it might make them more sad"

"What happened to mamma? Why she sad?"

"They will tell you soon, but you need to be a good girl and help them. Do you think you can do that?"

"Maybe I could listen"

"Good girl. Now what do you say we go and find them for you to say sorry"

"Ok" Charlotte sighs. Tommy puts the little girl down and takes her hand and guides her to the kitchen where YN and Arthur are sat with a cup of tea

"I think someone has something to say" Tommy says

"Im sorry. I don't hate you. I love you both"

"We love you Charlotte, but you need to start listening"

"I know. Im sorry"

"Come 'ere" YN says opening her arms. She scoops her daughter up in her arms and places a kiss on her head. Arthur stands up and hold both his girls in his arms also places a kiss on Charlottes head then one on YN's.

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[evita-shelby]

Incantatrice

Chapter 15

Cw: the usual shit like mentioned murders, some slut shaming, etc

Gif by @eyemarchshelby

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While Luca coordinates the murder of the Shelby who started this, Eva decides to meet the woman at the center of it all: Elizabeth Stark.

“Did he ever give you the ring?” Eva asks as the woman aims a gun at the stranger in her house.

“Who are you, how did you get in here?” She asks knowing damn well what she means and yet hoping it is not the case.

“Not here to kill you, as much as they blame you for his death, it wasn’t entirely your fault I suppose.” The witch raised her hands to show she was unarmed ---not that she needed a weapon in her hands to do so if she changed her mind--- and the woman drops her weapon.

“I didn’t want him to die, we were supposed to run away to New York, but ---” Lizzie Stark can’t even say it.

But they own me.

He owns me.

Women once hired and had by a gangster cease to belong to themselves and become his.

Lizzie had only changed hands from John to Tommy Shelby the moment she agreed to be his secretary and personal whore.

“Oh, I know, he owns you. But that’s not the whole of it, I know that with just a snap of his fingers Thomas Shelby had you on your knees for him even that night before the wedding. Didn’t matter he had a wife; it wasn’t like she existed to be anything but a pretty trophy.

If he took you away, Angel had hoped you would forget Thomas, but you just had to tell him you were leaving. You wanted him to stop you.”

It is a low blow, but Eva doesn’t care.

She needs her guilt to drive a wedge between Shelby and his family.

Lizzie was more loyal to him than his aunt and brothers combined.

If Lizzie faltered, Shelby would have no one to turn to.

“I, I—” Lizzie, a woman who life made strong as steel, crumpled like a flower. “I didn’t know John would attack him. I didn’t know he would have him killed like that!”

Guilt is such a powerful tool.

“He has a wife.” Lizzie says as she sits herself in his old office and both act as if nothing is going on. “She is a witch like Polly.”

They were here waiting for the others.

No one save Ada, Arthur, Finn, and Michael had come home.

Linda had gone to her old house, locked the door behind them and said she’d be damned if her baby boy must pay for their sins.

“And you want me to believe you?” Thomas asked sarcastically. While he treaded with care about this side of things, he knew most witches were frauds.

This is not the case.

“She knew we fucked the night before your wedding. That you told me that the Grace you were marrying felt like pretty trophy to you.” This catches his attention, blue eyes narrowing in fear.

Even if they killed the Italians, one curse was enough to make sure they follow them to hell right after.

Thomas’ mother had laid a curse on the woman who called the parish on Polly and took her children, the woman choked on the body of Christ the following Sunday and dropped dead right there on the church.

Then people knew not to fuck with a Shelby.

“What did she want?” he asks knowing he won’t trust her with the answer she gives him.

How could you let him, I wanted out of this hell, Tommy! She remembers screaming at him when Angel’s mother called from the hospital to tell her what John did.

And then he told her he had killed Angel. That he himself had put a pillow over his face because it was his fault Grace was dead.

And somehow that pain, that blood in his hands led to them fucking like animals in the bed once occupied by the wife he never even knew.

“To present different terms. Luca and his mother want all of you gone, but she knows the vendetta can end if just the ones with blood on their hands are dead. That there was no need for anyone else to die, which is why she had the Macmillan’s take Charlie from you.”

Tell him it was me, she said fixing her red lipstick as she left.

“Nothing else?” he asks, thinking she is lying to him.

He won’t believe you, but oh well, Miss Stark, the witch had said.

Thomas trusted her with everything except his head and heart.

Grace, not the one he married, but the lying rat from the Garrison, he had trusted with his head and heart.

“No.”

“I was thinking, Maga we need a bambino to name after my brother. A little Angelo or Angelina to remember him by.” Luca said as they enjoyed the great start the vendetta had had.

It is Christmas morning when the first body falls.

Lizzie was not believed, and Tommy Shelby’s paranoia isolated him from everyone, Polly assumed she had fooled them and would learn the hard way no one lied to them and lived and soon all this would be over.

Thomas would have killed Michael anyways, better them than him, the witch supposed.

Esme Shelby would take the children and leave for France, Linda Shelby would not need much encouragement to leave England with her sweet baby boy and Finn Shelby, well, he may try but he has no taste for this sort of life.

Ada Thorne and her son would have to die as well if she doesn’t know what’s good for her. Change her name, move to some nice Jewish Neighborhood, marry a nice Jewish man, and forget she was ever a Shelby.

“Maybe, once this is over. Spring is a perfectly good time to give our new kingdom another little princess. Angela Lucia, what do you think?” she asks as she drinks in the sight below her window, while Small Heath reminded her of the less than picturesque parts of Mexico City, this would be theirs.

No more biting her tongue, no more being the quiet and well-mannered lady who is fine with not being the queen of the land.

Even her card has changed.

It was not the High Priestess anymore.

Eva had become the Empress.

And every empress needs an empire.

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[notyour-valentine]

The Thing about Smiles ~ Tommy Shelby x Reader (fluff)

Summary: Smiles never came easy to her, and that was harder for some to accept than for others. 

Note: Here is my [Masterlist]. I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes

Request: yes: “Tommy Shelby and a reader who rarely smiles”

Warning: None. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. 

Wordcount: 1763 words

The Garrison was booming with voices and laughter, with shouts and cheers and even a song here and there. 

(Y/N) yet remembered a time such things wouldn’t have been possible, where there had been nothing but silence in and outside of the pub. With hardly more than a handful of men remaining, none were found gracing the benches and chairs. And after the war, they had been crowded in here like chickens in a coop, drinking and speaking in muttered voices. That had been a different kind of silence, a more painful one. After enduring so much noise, they had to get used to silence again, and how to fill it. 

But by now it almost seemed like a long forgotten dream, especially on nights like these. 

(Y/N) only helped out in front of the bar on busy nights, on paydays and weekends, when there was simply too much going on for one or two people to handle. Usually she chose to stay in the back or behind the bar, but all the regulars knew her. Then again, in Small Heath, everyone knew everyone, and so they knew which name to shout when they wanted more beer and more whisky and more beer again. 

One of the Shelby horses had won and there had been a lot of payout for the people here, who always got better odds than all others if they bet on the house. 

Even the Shelbys themselves had come to cheer their success. 

And they too drank their share. Why wouldn’t they? After all, they didn’t have to pay. 

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!”, Arthur, the eldest, called, his booming voice carrying over the noise. 

When she met his eye, he raised his finger and circled around the group . In one glance, she had the headcount and knew how much she’d have to bring. 

Stacking it all on a tray, she dodged a whole host of patrons until she reached their table. Usually, they’d sit in their own private room but in the light of the celebration they had decided to mingle. 

“Ah- perfect!”, Arthur hummed as she set down the new array of drinks. 

Just as she turned, she collided with none other than the third of the Shelby brothers. 

“Sorry, Mr. Shelby.”, she quickly mumbled. 

“No worries!”, John laughed, his hand at her side to steady her and before she could do much of anything, he had grabbed her other hand and pulled it up as if leading her to dance. 

He gave her a twirl. 

“Haven’t you heard, our horse won?”, he asked, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Of course, I’ve heard.”, she said at once. “Congratulations!”

“Would you look at that?”, John said, still holding her in his arms. 

“I tell her our horse’s won and she still looks like a week of bad weather.”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks begin to burn, and quickly averted her eyes. 

“Ought to give us a smile at least for some good news, Sweetheart.”, Arthur agreed, slamming his hand down on the table. He always talked so very loud, just like John, and so it was a marvel that their middle brother hardly ever raised his voice. Then again, he didn’t need to. 

“Leave her be.”, Tommy Shelby said. 

He was sitting in the far corner, his eyes - the only pale eyes she’d ever describe as hawkish- watching everything and missing nothing. 

Some people said he had a gift, some gypsy magic that allowed him to see into people’s souls. 

(Y/N) didn’t believe in all that, magic and spells, but in moments like these, she didn’t have the courage to doubt it. 

“Why? A smile can’t hurt.”, Arthur argued. 

(Y/N)  tried to slip away, but John’s hand tightened around her own. 

“She’s not bad looking, but I bet you’d be downright pretty if you stopped looking like Debbie Downer all the time.”, he said. 

“Come on, give us a smile, (Y/N).”

Her mouth dropped open as she struggled for words, but someone else found them quicker.

“John, that’s enough.”, Tommy said sharply. 

Right in front of her, John’s chest muscles tensed. 

“Let her get on with her work.”, he instructed. 

(Y/N) didn’t have to be told twice. Instead, she grabbed the tray, smoothed down her apron and made herself scarce. 

It wasn’t the first time she had heard it, not even the first time tonight. Many asked, few demanded, as if they had a right to dictate not only her presence, but her emotions too. This time, comparatively, she had gotten off lightly. 

The thing about smiles was that to most people, they came as easy as a morning’s greeting - they could hand them out as if they were nothing but air. She was not one of these people. Her smiles were few and far between, and nearly never in public. It wasn’t a conscious choice, it was just the way she was, even if sometimes the alternative would make her life a whole lot easier. 

To keep her mind off of things, she busied herself with drinks. 

“(Y/N) , we’re running low on the white rum.”, Harry shouted from the bar. “Run back and fetch some, will you?”

Wiping her hands on her apron, she nodded, slipping behind the bar and opening the door to the back. 

As it fell shut, the noise was dulled ever so slightly. They didn’t keep their extra drink upstairs and so she had to climb the small, steep steps down to where the air was cooler to find what he had asked for. 

Like an incoming wave, the noise got louder before it ceased again, but she thought nothing of it until she heard the steps creak behind her. 

“I’ll bring it up, no worries.”, she told Harry. 

“I’m sure you will.”, a voice very much not belonging to Harry said. 

(Y/N) got up at once and turned. 

“Mr. Shelby!”, she said, taking a few steps back. “Can I help you with anything?”

Thomas Shelby shook his head, leaning against the wall and watching her. 

“What are you doing here then?”, she asked, glancing around. 

In a normal pub, in a normal city, she would have thrown him out, but he was not a normal man and so all she could do was wait for instructions. 

“I, ah, wanted to make sure you were alright…after that.”

It was almost a dismissive wave as he gestured up in the vague direction of the bar. 

Her fingers smoothed down the fabric of her apron. 

“Of course I am.”, she said. 

He hummed, his eyes travelling the whole length of her body. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Cause my brothers made a scene where none was needed.”, he stated, bringing a cigarette to his lips. 

“It’s quite alright.”, she assured him. “They were very happy and they wanted me to share their joy - so it wasn’t ill intentioned.” Which only made it marginally less uncomfortable.  

“No, they weren’t.”

His words and the way he had said them made her bristle. Perhaps there was some truth to the rumours. Perhaps Tommy Shelby really could read people’s hearts and minds and know the secrets they didn’t want to share. 

“Do apologise to them on my behalf.”, she quickly said. “And I am glad for your horse.”

The others could claim victory as much as they liked, but it was Tommy’s doing. Everything was Tommy’s doing. 

The man himself pushed himself off of the wall slowly, and approached as if he had all the time in the world. 

“The thing about smiles,”, he began, "people lie with them just as much as they lie with their words. You don’t.”

“Everyone lies.”, she argued. 

He clicked his tongue in disapproval as if he was her school teacher. 

“Even you, Sweetheart?”

Not as much as you.

When she didn’t answer, he continued. 

“Well, people can lie with their lips, but eyes don’t lie. Especially not yours.”

“My eyes?”, she asked. 

He nodded, tilting his head as if to catch them in a slightly different light. 

“And your hands don’t lie either.”

His hand found hers and brought it up between them, his touch lighter than that of a feathers’ as he slowly turned it. 

They were damp from the spilled drink and had rough patches from scrubbing the floors. 

When his finger brushed along the inside of her palm, she shuddered, although it was the lightest of touches. 

“When you’re annoyed, you tap your fingertips against your thumb like a little woodpecker.”, he said, brushing over the spot as if to sooth it from attacks past. 

(Y/N)  felt her cheeks heat up once more. 

She could have denied it, wanted to even, but in the back of her mind the endless scoldings of her mother rang, who had hated that peculiarity of her daughter, especially when it caused her irritation

“When you’re nervous, you smooth out your dress or your apron even if there’s not a wrinkle to be had.”, he continued. 

She swallowed hard and fought the desire to do just the same, like she had done only moments ago. “And,”, he mused, turning her hand once more until her palm was facing him. “When you’re glad, you lace your hands behind your back or under the bar where you think no one can see and give them a little squeeze, no?”

With that, he laced his fingers with hers, holding their connected palms up between them, as her heart thundered in her chest. 

How did he know all this? It wasn’t anyone’s business to know and no one cared enough to see…no one but him, it seemed. 

“Am I wrong?”, he asked curiously, his hand still holding hers. 

“No, but how-”

“How do you think?”

The faintest hint of a smile played on his lips as he leaned forward, his eyes digging into hers. 

“By watching you of course.”

There was a lightness to his tone now, one she was not used to hearing from him. 

“Oh.”, she whispered. “But why?”

She wasn’t particularly remarkable or interesting or anything really. 

If he watched her then that could only mean she was in trouble, that she had displeased him or Harry or his brothers, and yet he spoke with such a gentle, lighthearted tone that could almost be mistaken for playfulness. 

He shook his head slightly, his thumb brushing over her’s. “That,”, he said, “is a question for another time, eh?”

When he left, she needed a moment to compose herself, to think of all he had said and done and in the dim light of the Garrison celler (Y/N)  wondered how such a faint, delicate touch could leave such a lingering trace on her skin. 

End. 

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it and would be delighted with feedback of any kind.

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in honor of speak now tv about to drop, im bringing back my stranger things taylor song casting. i wrote a lot of this on my phone after listening to the album so apologizes for grammar errors or anything

mine: ronance, from Nancy's POV. Careless man's careful daughter. Sitting there by the water mirroring the boat scene. You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded. In the music video, we see the couple fighting when things get tough outside of the relationship, which we've also seen Nancy do, both when she was struggling with Barb and fighting with Jonathan when dealing with sexism from her job.

sparks fly: lumax. Max is the rainstorm, Lucas the house of cards. "I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but for you, I know it's no good"

back to december: stancy; but just Nancy apologizing for how things ended, not them getting back together. "that night" not just being the Halloween fight but her cheating on him. I think she would feel bad about how things ended and I really want them to talk everything out in season 5. Plz. Also the line, "I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile...how you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry" Obv with the tan skin and smile, but I hc that after Nancy told Steve what happened to Barb, he held her while she cried

speak now: byler, from Will's pov. Not in a literal wedding sense (though that might make a fun fic...) but more of Mike asking Will for advice about El and Will just finally coming clean. Maybe it doesn't go great and he doubles down with El and it causes some tension or maybe the roles are reversed and Mike comes clean then panics and doubles down and Will is trying to get him back

dear john: Joyce about Lonnie. I hate this man.

mean: El about Angela. Imagine if before the roller skate incident, she confided in Joyce and she told her to just confront her with her words, ya know? Like just call her out for being mean. Then when that doesn't work, she thinks, "well, what would Hopper tell me? Gotta fight back." Makes my heart melt

the story of us: Mike and El, from El’s pov. I just really feel like El would use story tails and romance stories, etc. to compare love to. This song to the letter fight just... ugh.

never grow up: Nancy. First verse to Holly, how she knows what's ahead, both in terms of alternate dimensions and being a teenage girl. She doesn't want her to have to deal with either of the two, just to stay little while she can. Second verse to Mike, seeing him start to become more of an adult and secretly missing her annoying kid brother. (brings more punch to the line “all your little brothers favorite songs”) Third verse takes place after she graduates, moving for school. Her night light mentioned in the verse was her graduation/farewell present from Holly, who says she's a big girl now and doesn't need it.

enchanted: elmax! From Max's POV. Imagine the second verse is them having a sleepover, playing truth or dare. I also love the use of referencing the story tail love metaphor again

better than revenge: stommy; Tommy singing about Nancy. idk it’s the closest I could get.

innocent: Steve and Nancy. First verse is about Nancy (lost your balance on a tight rope, lost your mind trying to get it back. wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything and everyone believed in you. , second about Steve. bonus points if you imagine them singing this to each other (not in a romantic way)

haunted: lumax (I’m sorry) Lucas begging for her to come back after her attack. Trying to move on and be happy but he can’t get over her. the chorus too, “somethings gone terribly wrong” “your eye’s gone cold” the bridge too “you’re not gone, you can’t be gone” you can also imagine it as like, she lives but can’t face the party without thinking about what happened too

last kiss: stancy / mike and el (parallel!) I think I’m gonna write up a post about all the parallels I see in the characters and dynamics, but I really love this one. Steve being El and Nancy being Mike. The Wheelers having severe issues with love (specifically saying the word) and hurting those who are head over heel for them. I see this from all of their perspectives, switching based off the lines. first verse is mileven (the plane line, “sit on the floor wearing your clothes” we’ve seen El wear clothes from pretty much everyone in the party) the second verse is stancy from Nancy’s pov (life of the party, “i’m not much for dancing, but for you i did” listing things he did she loved without saying “i love you”) bridge is rapid fire switching. “so I’ll watch your life in pictures like i used to watch you sleep” mike (bylers take a lot of family photos; i can imagine him seeing her in photos will sends) “i feel you forget me like i used to feel you breathe” steve “and i’ll keep up with our old friends just you ask them how you are” el “i hope it’s nice where you are…it’s a beautiful day” nancy (i think she feels bad for how things ended)

long live: the whole party. they deserve to feel like hero’s and royalty after everything they’ve been though. i desperately need to find an edit to this

ours: Steddie. the town hates eddie atm and would probably not take well to king steve dating him. the lines “i love the riddles that you speak” and “any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored” i can also see lumax, but this is just such a light hearted song to me so i didn’t want to compare it to the racism we’ve seen be thrown at lucas and his relationship

superman: jopper. i love the idea of joyce hyping him up as her superman. also based on my parents (my dad was a first responder and this song always made me think of them for the “saving the world” aspect) “he’s not all bad like his reputation” i’m ignoring the sad parts and just focusing on the “go be a superhero, i’ll be here when you get back”

electric touch: steddie. eddie’s taylor, steve is patrick. “this could either break my heart or bring it back to life” “got a history of stories ending sadly” (eddie) “everytime i tried for love, it fell apart” (steve)

when emma falls in love: robin. i have no real proof, it just reminds me of her. i love the image of steve saying all of this about her ❤️❤️ (obvs pronouns change and stuff)

i can see you: steddie (it’s a very steddie coded album, leave me alone) from steve’s pov, talking about how he’s always had a crush on eddie and always noticed him but it breaks eddie’s brain fhat king steve has a crush on him

castles crumbling: steve angst time. talking about his “fall from social grace” and how he lost everything, both in terms of reconciling what he lost from being a jerk as king steve and what he lost when he was dethroned

foolish one; byler. “stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love” “it’s delicate but i’ll try my best to seem bulletproof” “maybe someday when we’re older this is something we’ll laugh about” “you haven’t written me or called” “i’ll get your longing glances but she’ll get your ring”

timeless; jopper. soul mates for real

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #chief hopper #mike wheeler #steddie #ronance #taylor swift #speak now #speak now tv

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Will you help me: Chapter 20 Betrayal

A/N: I'm so sorry this took forever. I lost all inspiration to write after some personal stuff happened. I didn't tag anyone because it's been so long I wasn't sure the people I used to tag were still interested. It's a little shorter than other chapters, but that's because I'm just trying to get back into the swing of things.

Esme and Y/N watch in shock as the policemen take Freddie away. Polly takes a moment to comfort Ada, but she can’t ignore her anger for long. Before the other women fully realise what’s happening she’s opening the door and is ready to storm outside. “Polly wait!” Y/N calls out. The situation is bad enough as it is, there’s no need for Polly to make it worse by attacking Tommy.

“No!” Polly exclaims when she sees Y/N stand up. “He promised Freddie could come and he broke that promise!” She adds before she walks out the door.

Y/N hopelessly looks from the door to Ada as she contemplates what to do when Esme speaks up. “Go.” Esme tells Y/N. “I’ll stay with her.”

*****

Tommy is standing at the bar drinking a glass of whiskey while Grace cleans and John and Arthur sing in the private room. “You want me to open that champagne now?” Grace asks with a smile.

Tommy doesn’t get a chance to respond as the door slams open and Polly barges in. “It’s a boy.” She says and Tommy turns to face her with a smile at the news, but then he sees the look on her face as she barges towards him. Polly is ready to hit him and he only just manages to takes her wrists in his hands before she makes contact.

John and Arthur come into the main area of the bar. “Pol? Polly.” Tommy tries to calm her down, confusion written on his face as he tries to understand why she’s so angry. Behind Polly he notices that the door opens again and Y/N steps inside. She looks like she ran all the way to the pub.

John and Arthur manage to grab hold of Polly and pull her away from Tommy as Y/N watches the scene unfold from her position by the door. “But the police came and took his father away.” Polly tells him angrily. “Don’t you dare look at me like that.” She spits out when Tommy looks at her in surprise.

He has no idea what’s going on, he doesn’t know what to say. His mouth is slightly open and he breaths heavily as he tries to think of a way to convince her of his innocence. Polly sends him another filthy look as she pulls out of John and Arthur’s hold. She spits on the ground by his feet. “You liar.” She says as she turns around to walk away, roughly bumping her shoulder into Y/N’s before she leaves.

As she walks away Tommy continues to stare at the door in astonishment as he tries to get his breathing under control. Y/N was already pretty sure that Tommy wasn’t the one who called the police, he wouldn’t do that to Ada, and the look on his face confirms it. Tommy didn’t do this, which means someone betrayed the Blinders.

Y/N’s eyes are pulled away from Tommy when she sees Grace move slowly to the back room, like she’s trying not to draw anyone’s attention, and suddenly everything falls into place. Grace was the only one outside the family who knew Freddie would come to see Ada tonight and the Garrison has a phone, a phone Grace had insisted on getting.

Y/N has to make a split second decision. She can stop and confront Grace now, or she can let her walk out of here and tell Tommy so he can deal with her later. She decides on the latter. Grace will think no one suspects her and come back in for work tomorrow. By then Y/N is sure Tommy will have come up with a plan.

By the time she comes to that decision Tommy has somewhat regained his composure and looks at Y/N. He fears that she believes he betrayed Freddie as well, because she’s not even looking at him, but then her eyes meet his and they soften slightly. “I swear I have no idea how this happened.” He tells her. Meanwhile, Arthur and John grumble as they move into the private room to get their coats before they decide to head out. They don’t really want to be in the middle of whatever conversation is about to occur.

Y/N waits for the door to close behind Arthur and John before she speaks up. “I know.” She says to Tommy as she walks closer to him. “You wouldn’t do that to Ada.” She adds as she stops in front of him and takes hold of his hand.

He lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding and presses his forehead to hers. His eyes fall closed as he lets the relief wash over him. She knew he wouldn’t do something like this. Even after all this time, after everything he’s done, she still sees the good in him.

They stand like that for a few minutes as Tommy tries to come to terms with Y/N’s seemingly unshakeable belief in him even when his own family thinks of him as the villain. Meanwhile Y/N searches through her memories for all the things she has noticed about Grace that don’t add up. “I think I know who did it.” She eventually whispers.

Tommy’s eyes open and he pulls away slightly so he can look at her. A confused frown on his face as he wonders who Y/N might suspect. Y/N lets go of Tommy’s hand and steps closer to the bar where Grace left her purse. She must have forgotten it when she snuck out. “Grace?” Tommy asks as he sees Y/N pick up the barmaid’s purse.

“I think so.” Y/N says as she turns around to face him again. “She was the only one outside of the family who knew Freddie would be at the house tonight, and she’s the one who insisted on getting a phone in the pub.” She explains and the confusion slowly disappears from Tommy’s face as the pieces begin to fall into place. “It would explain why her references were fake and why she wears clothes and jewellery that are far too expensive for a barmaid.” Y/N goes on. “And why she has a gun in her purse.” She carefully pulls Grace’s gun from to purse and holds it out to Tommy.

“She’s a spy.” Tommy mutters as he takes the gun from Y/N’s hands. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.” He shakes his head at his own stupidity. “She came into town at the same time as Campbell, I should’ve known that was suspicious.”

“You can’t blame yourself for this, Tom.” Y/N assures him as she steps closer en places a hand on his arm. “She fooled all of us.”

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Never Send A Man To Do A Woman’s Job 3

Summary: Tommy reacts rather poorly to the news of Campbell’s visit to Rose. Which is why he doesn’t let her out of his sight. But Rose can protect herself.

AN: so I switched some things up in the timeline of the 1x02. Tommy will do the burning of the King George paintings in this chapter

I’m back from vacation and ready to get back to business!

The morning after Campbell cornered Rose, she was determined to hide her bruise from Joseph and Tommy. Tommy wouldn’t be the wiser, he didn’t know Rose’s tells when she was lying.

Joseph did and he knew that something was going on she wasn’t telling him. “What’s the matter?” Joseph asked his sister. “What do you mean?” She questioned. “It’s Spring time and you’re wearing a jumper. You’re hiding something.” He replied.

Rose was quiet for a moment, knowing her attempts at hiding her injury from her brother would be futile. “Campbell spoke to me last night.” She said.

“What? What did he say?” Joseph asked. “He wanted to speak to Tommy. I lied about being in business with him, he doesn’t know anything. But,” Rose trailed off, pulling the sleeve of her jumper up.

Joseph’s eyes widened when he saw the faint purple ring around his sister’s wrist.

“Jesus, Rose. I knew this arrangement with Tommy would get you hurt and now Campbell put his hands on you.” He scolded.

“I’m fine, Joseph. Tommy doesn’t know about Campbell either and I don’t plan on telling him.” Rose said. “He’s going to find out when he sees that you’ve practically been maimed.” Joseph rebutted.

“Could you get anymore bloody dramatic? It’s a bruise, I didn’t lose my arm.” Rose retorted. “It seems we’ve caused more problems than we solved by doing business with the Shelby’s.” Joseph commented.

“Joseph, I love you, but I am in charge. And for right now, what I say goes. Do you honestly believe Campbell would’ve left us alone if we weren’t in business with the Shelby’s? We smuggle guns for Christ sake, it was only a matter of time.” Rose replied.

Joseph was going to reply but decided it best not to. He’s not scared of many but if there was one person on planet Earth he was scared of, it was Rose.

“What are you going to tell Tommy?” He asked. “Why would I need to tell him?” Rose rebutted. “You aren’t that daft, Rose. He’s entirely enamored with you, everyone sees it.” He answered. “You’ve been spending far too much time with John Shelby.” The girl said.

“Now you are avoiding the question.” Joseph said. “He is not enamored with me. I’m positive he has feelings for the barmaid.” Rose spoke, a hint of jealousy in her voice. “Green is not your color, sister.” Joseph teased.

Rose gave her brother an incredulous look at his words. “I am not jealous if that’s what you’re insinuating.” She said. “You may be able to lie to everyone else but you can’t lie to me.” He replied. “I am not lying.” She told him. “Mixing business with personal pleasure isn’t something I took you for.” Joseph said.

The dark haired woman gave her brother a glare before she grabbed her purse and her coat.

“If you’re done with your incessant teasing, I have a meeting. You are in charge of the shop until I get back.” She said. “Yes ma’am.” He said with a small laugh.

Rose rolled her eyes as she walked out of her office and towards the front door. She pulled the sleeves of her coat down so the bruise wasn’t visible. Joseph was wrong, wasn’t he? She thought to herself.

Rose didn’t have feelings for Tommy nor did he have feelings for her. And she definitely wasn’t jealous of whatever was going on between him and Grace.

Walking into the Shelby’s betting shop, it was quiet. Almost too quiet for her liking. “Ms. Connelly, what can I do for you?” A man asked her. “I’m here to see Tommy. We have a meeting.” She answered.

“He’s in his office talking to his aunt.” He said. Rose gave him a curt nod as she continued to pull down her sleeve. “Are you alright, Ms. Connelly?” He asked. “Yes, yes, I’m alright. Thank you.” She replied.

She moved around him and towards Tommy’s office and knocked on the door lightly. “Come in.” She heard. Opening the door carefully, Rose stepped inside and saw Tommy sitting across from his Aunt Polly. “I’m sorry to interrupt.” She said.

“No interruption, dear. I was just leaving.” Polly spoke, standing from her seat.

“You sounded urgent on the phone.” Tommy said to her. “Yes, well, I received a visit from Inspector Campbell last night at the church.” Rose said. “What?” Tommy questioned, his tone changing. “He had heard rumors we were in business together, wanted to speak with you. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about about.” Rose explained.

“What happened? Did he hurt you?” He interrogated. “No, I’m okay. Just simply an act of intimidation. Unfortunately for him, I don’t scare easy.” She said.

Tommy looked at her for a moment, wondering if she was really about to lie to him.

Joseph had called while Rose was on her way over to the shop and told him what happened.

“You wouldn’t be lying would you?” He asked. Rose was taken aback by his question before she sighed. “Joseph told you.” She said. “Because he knew you would not. What did he do to you, Rose?” Tommy questioned further.

“Nothing, really. It is just a bruise that’s all.” Rose answered. She rolled up her sleeve to show that it was nothing.

Tommy clenched his jaw looking at the purple and red ring around your wrist. The thought of another man laying their hands on her in a way that would cause harm, made his blood boil. “First Polly and now you.” He muttered.

“Wait, he spoke to Polly?” Rose asked. “Last night as well.” He said. “He will pay for this, Rose, that I promise.” Tommy added.

“Tommy, really, don’t get into all of this trouble because of me.” She said. “Laying hands on our women just to prove a point.” Tommy muttered again to himself.

Rose furrowed her eyebrows more over the fact that a man was claiming the own her rather than see her as an equal. “Your women? Forgive me for forgetting the small detail that you own me, Tommy.” Rose spoke.

Tommy sighed and stopped his pursuit for his coat. “That is not what I meant.” He replied. “With all due respect, I am no one’s property. In this business, I am your equal. Not a woman you can boss around or use to your advantage.” Rose said.

“You have made that perfectly clear.” Tommy said. “Good. Because as you’ve learned, I don’t like being bossed around.” The woman said, a slight bit of humor in her tone.

The man found Rose’s humor refreshing. He knew that she coped with humor, she told him that last night at the bar. Rose said that if she could find at least a sliver of humor in any situation, she wouldn’t go mad.

“I have a plan to send him a message. We will not be swayed this easy, we will not roll over the first sign of trouble.” He said. “What will you do?” Rose asked. “You have contacts at the paper, right?” Tommy questioned. “Yes.” She answered warily. “Call him. Tell him to find me tonight, we have a story for him.” He said. “You won’t tell this plan, will you?” Rose asked.

Tommy smirked at the woman as he took a drag of a cigarette. “You will only try to stop me, love. Trust me this once will you?” He replied. “Only this once.” She replied.

“Has your dearest barmaid told you she fancies you yet?” Rose asked. “Will you quit with that? Grace does not fancy me.” Tommy said. “Of course you do not see it, Thomas. But I am a woman and women know about these things.” She said.

“Whether or not Grace stupidly has feelings for me is the least of my concern right now.” He said.

Rose could see that the man would not let himself love or care about anything. There were very large walls that he had built up around his heart. Whether or not Grace is the woman to break them down remains to be seen, but she thought that the man deserved a small bit of happiness.

“Tommy, there’s someone here to see you.” The man from outside interjected. “Send him in.” Tommy spoke. “I should get back to my own business. Let you plan in peace.” Rose teased the man.

As she was walking towards the open door, the other man walked in. “Hello, Mr. Shelby.” He greeted him. “Oh, I didn’t know you were in a meeting.” He added once seeing Rose.

“I was just leaving.” Rose replied. The man was handsome, she thought. He had sand blonde hair, deep blue eyes that could put Tommy’s to shame. “Rose Connelly.” She introduced herself. “Arthur Sheffield.” He replied.

Tommy watched the interaction between Rose and Arthur and he felt an odd sensation spread throughout his body. He could see it in Arthur’s eyes that he thought Rose was beautiful. That is because she was and even a blind man could see that.

Tommy cleared his throat to break up the interaction between the pair. “I will leave you to your meeting. It was nice meeting you Arthur.” Rose said with a smile before walking out the door.

Watching her smile at Arthur, the smile she had only seemed to give to Tommy, made his skin crawl.

—

That evening, Rose was locking the door to the florist shop when she saw Finn running through the streets.

“Finn! What are you doing?” She called, stopping the young boy. “Tommy wants everyone to burn their King George portraits. Come on!” Finn explained, grabbing the woman’s hand.

When the two reached the final destination, Rose saw a large bonfire and the Shelby’s were the orchestrators of it.

“Tommy, what’s going on?” She asked. “Sending a message. The man from the paper still coming?” Tommy questioned. “Yes, but I didn’t know he was going to be arriving to this. Burning the King’s portraits? How is that going to send a message?” She questioned. “You’ll see, love.” He answered.

Soon after, the two were joined by Rose’s friend from the newspaper. “You’re Mr. Shelby?” He asked. “I am. And you know Ms. Connelly.” Tommy answered. “Yes, hello Ms. Connelly. You said I would be protected.” The reporter said. “You’re protected.” Tommy said, in between drags of his cigarette. “What’s going on?” The man asked.

“There are some things I want you to write down,” Tommy started. “Now, first of all, it’s not that people around here who are disloyal to the king. It’s the opposite. You see, we don’t want our beloved king looking down and seeing the things that are being done to us. So we are taking down his pictures.” Tommy continued.

“But why are you burning them?” The reporter questioned. “We went through hell for our king. Walked through the flames of war, write all this down. And now we’re being attacked in our own homes. Ms. Connelly attacked in her place of business. These new coppers over from Belfast, breaking into our homes and interfering with our women. We don’t think our king would want to see that happening. So we’re lighting fires to raise the alarm.” Tommy answered.

“May I ask you, in what capacity do you speak?” The reporter asked him. “No capacity. I am an ordinary man. I won gallantry medals at the Somme. I want you to write in your paper what’s going on here. Go on, go.” Tommy spoke.

The reporter gave Tommy one last look, Rose giving the man a grateful smile before leaving the two alone. “You certainly have a way with words, Tommy.” Rose spoke. “Do you have nice dresses?” Tommy asked. “I’m sorry?” Rose questioned. “Do you have nice dresses? For events and such.” He asked again. “Yes I have a few, why?” She asked.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He commented. “Again I ask, why?” Rose questioned again. “I want to take you to the races.” Tommy said before walking off towards his brothers.

Rose looked after him, mouth slightly agape at his request, though more of a demand than a request.

—

The next few days, it was rare for Rose to see Tommy. He had been uncharacteristically absent from her daily routine. That was until Polly had come to Rose, asking her for help or advice.

Ada was pregnant and it looked likely that she was going to keep the baby but it was unsafe for her to be with Freddie Thorne in Birmingham.

Polly believed that two minds were better than one and knew Rose had connections for safe passage elsewhere. Rose knew of Freddie’s relationship with Tommy.

Having grown up alongside the Shelby’s, everyone knew of the close bond between the two boys.

Rose guessed Tommy must not have been doing so well, so later that evening she went to the betting shop to test her assumptions. When she walked into the building, she saw the man sitting at a table with a bottle of whiskey next to him.

“I heard that Monaghan Boy lost.” She spoke. “Third time unlucky. We took money from all over the city.” He said. “But you pay it back to people around here? For popularity?” Rose asked. “Already done.” Tommy said.

“Polly taught me well.” He added. “Though apparently not well enough since you fixed the race without the permission of Billy Kimber.” She said.

Tommy looked up at the women, wondering how she heard such information. “Polly told me. She’s furious with you.” Rose spoke. “Billy Kimber is up for the taking.” He commented calmly. “Says who? Says you and the Peaky Blinders?” Rose asked. “We have to strike when our enemy is weak.” Tommy said.

Rose scoffed lightly before she spoke. “We are not on the battlefield, Tommy. But you will start a war. Keep in mind that I already have a target on my back, let us not add my entire family to that as well.” She said.

“I have it sorted.” Tommy simply said. There was a pregnant pause in the room between the two before Rose spoke. “Polly told me about Ada.” She said. “Polly tells you everything now, does she?” Tommy asked.

“What are you going to do?” Rose questioned. “I don’t trust Freddie with Ada. When he looks at her he sees machine guns and rifles and ammunition and some glorious revolution.” Tommy said.

“You and Freddie used to be close. What happened?” Rose asked. “She’ll have no life with a man on the run. If you can’t see that, you can’t see much.” Tommy answered.

Rose was taken aback by his words, finally seeing the true cold heart of Tommy Shelby.

“You cannot honestly believe that. Call me a romantic, call me a fool but sometimes all someone truly needs is to be loved. And you are robbing both Ada and Freddie of that.” She spoke. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe all Ada needed to be happy was Freddie and that baby? Regardless of running or not?” She added.

“If Michael were alive, he wouldn’t want you to waste your life with a man who cannot settle.” Tommy said. “Well Michael isn’t alive. And my life is my own. It’s a shame you can’t let Ada have a life of her own.” Rose said.

“You really are an incessant thorn in my side.” Tommy comment. “And you are a thorn in mine. But did that stop me from wanting to come here tonight?” She replied.

“Why did you come here?” Tommy asked. “Someone has to care about you, Tommy.” She answered.

Tommy looked at the woman standing in front of him and a sort of warmth washed over him hearing that she cared about him. He had done such a good job at pushing anyone away who could get close enough to care and yet there she was.

“You need rest.” Rose spoke, taking the glass from the desk. Tommy tried to reach for it but Rose shot him a glare and moved it further from his reach. “Again I say, you need to rest. If you’re going to be sharp for that meeting with Inspector Campbell.” She said. “How did you know about my meeting with Campbell?” Tommy questioned.

“You didn’t think I’d let you go by yourself, did you? Someone has to keep your temper in check and we both know it’s neither John or Arthur.” Rose answered. She gave him a warm smile before taking her leave from the betting shop.

Why did she have to do this to him? Why did she have to make him feel something he though he could no longer feel? Why did she have to care about him?

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[greetings-and-salutations]

“Why Are We Chasing Ghostbusters?”

Steve Harrington x Reader

Day 3 of the 13 Nights of Halloween Spooktacular!!!

Masterlist

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: Steve was not ready for Trick-or-Treating with (Y/n)…

Warnings: starred out swears words, a complete lack of adherence to the source material, I picked your costume for you AGAIN 😂😂😂

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Steve complained, fiddling with his cape in annoyance, the large red “S” on his chest standing out against the blue of his shirt. He was Superman, though certainly not of his own volition. But that’s what happened when you wait til the absolute last second to go shopping for costumes.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, the complimenting Wonder Woman crown glinting in the street lights as she turned to look at him.

“You look great.” She complimented, before continuing to tug him down the street by his hand, the plastic pumpkin bucket full of candy swishing at her side.

“Aren’t we too old to go trick-or-treating anyways?” Steve asked, flicking a piece of chocolate into his mouth. (Y/n) turned to him with an offended gasp.

“Hush your mouth! You’re never to old for classic holiday fun…” She argued, smacking him lightly on the shoulder to prove her point. Steve couldn’t hold in his chuckle at her fiery response. “Besides,” she continued, “We promised Jonathan and Nancy we’d meet up with them to go walking with the little ones before Tommy’s party.”

Steve did in fact remember this promise, but when they’d made it, his girlfriend had somehow neglected to mention that, while this was happening, he’d be faring the cold in nothing but a spandex super suit and a cape made out of thin trash bag material. He looked at (Y/n) again and wondered how it was she seemed perfectly content in her frighteningly inappropriate rendition of the Wonder Woman costume. Sure, it was accurate. But for October in Indiana? Certainly not practical.

“Fine…” He said, pulling an over exaggerated pouty face to reiterate his discomfort. Though, (Y/n) just rolled her eyes at him again.

“Stop being so grumpy.” Steve was slightly taken aback, as the girl suddenly reached forward, poking her fingers into his dimples to push his mouth up, forming a cartoonish grin.

“Better?” Steve mumbled through her hands, holding the excessive smile when she eventually let go. (Y/n) sent him a giddy expression of her own in return.

“Much.” She said back, before her eyes caught something down the street.

“C’mon! I think I saw a ghostbuster just up ahead!” She called over her shoulder as she ran off, a very confused Super Steve chasing after her.

“Wait, why are we chasing ghostbusters now!?!?”

+ + +

Dustin Henderson was the ghostbuster. That was why they’d been chasing him. And, when the pair had finally caught up, there were the rest of the children: Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, and even little El, all dressed in their Halloween best, and accompanied by their chaperones for the evening: Nancy and Jonathan, also dressed rather appropriately as John Bender and Claire Sandish from that new movie “The Breakfast Club.”

(Y/n) squealed excitedly as her friend came into view.”

“Nancy!”

“(Y/n)!”

“Jonathan…”

“Steve…”

“Steve!”

“Hey, Henderson.”

“Oh my god, you guys, shut up. I want candy!” Max’s voice suddenly broke out over the noise, causing Steve to turn to her with the expression of a shocked parental figure.

“Language!” He chastised, running his hand over his face and once again questioning why he ever agreed to this evening. “God, who p*ssed in your candy?” (Y/n) gave him a harsh look, before turning to the kids with a warm smile.

“What he meant to say was: Lead the way, kiddos.” The group didn’t need to be told twice, and started jogging off towards the first of many aggressively decorated houses lining the street. But Steve remained where he was, his brow furrowed and the pout, having returned.

“Don’t “mom” my kids.” He complained, earning another eye roll from his girl.

“Sorry, I forgot that was your thing.” (Y/n) grinned mischievously up at him, pecking the mildly-offended boy on the cheek before gripping tighter to the orange bucket.

“Love you. You’re forgiven. Now, C’mon. I want candy!”

“But, I thought we were just chaperoning- and… she’s gone.” Steve shook his head with a fond smile as he watched his girlfriend run off with the children. Nancy and Jonathan appeared at his side, the former letting loose a small chuckle at her friends behavior.

“Yeah, we’ve got the kids. I’m pretty sure you’re chaperoning her.”

“That’s not-“ He began to argue with Nancy, when suddenly something more pressing had caught his attention. Really, why did Steve agree to this? “(Y/N), PUT THE PUMPKIN DOWN! WHAT THE F*CK!?!”

“Language!”

“Shut up, Mayfield!!”

“No, you shut up!!”

“MAX, I SWEAR-“

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[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 27

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = The Peaky Blinders go to London on holiday. Ana deals with her father before joining Polly and Esme for a well needed girls evening. 

Warnings = Language, Gang Activity, Sexual Mentions, Violence, Religion, Grammar, Death

Word Count = 3049

Travelling towards Watery Lane this morning was bittersweet, Tommy was going away for a night of business in London. A Peaky Blinder Holiday according to Arthur and it was the first time in two years that I wouldn’t have him next to me when I awoke in the morning.

Pulling up outside the betting shop, Arthur was already outside, pacing the streets when Tommy arrived in the car, roof down. Watery Lane was dead this time of the morning. Exiting the vehicle I held my purse close to my stomach much like I had done since Tommy put the money I needed in there this morning, knowing I would be going to the shop after our goodbyes.

“Ello love” Arthur greeted while Tommy shouted louder for John to make an appearance. “How are ya?”

“I’m good Arthur, first day back at work properly since, well you know”

“Aye” He trailed off, a sad, distant look in his eyes. Reaching into his suit jacket he pulled out a brown bottle, knocking back some of the liquid inside. “It’s me medicine, stops the urges”

“What urges is that Arthur?” I asked, Tommy extending his hand in front of me for the bottle,  bringing it to his nose.

“The violence Ana, if I had that I wouldn’t have beat your poor brotha rest his soul” Arthur nodded towards the bottle. Every opportunity he got since James died at his pub, he tried to apologise, something I reminded him he didn’t have to do. “It’s from a doctor”

“It’s the same thing they gave us in the trenches to stop us fucking wanking brother” Tommy scoffed, giving the bottle to me for a smell. I didn’t even get it close to my nose, my face already scrunching up in disgust, handing it back.

“Wouldn’t the war be enough of a deterrent to, that?” I asked watching Tommy pour the contents onto the street before tossing the bottle into the road, smashing it to pieces.

“What wanking?” Tommy chuckled, Arthur laughing alongside him, the pair sharing a look before shaking their heads. “We are men. We get urges, something we can’t control.”

“Especially around beautiful women love” Arthur winked in my direction, his hands resting on the sides of the car as they waited for their brother. “Women, only good for one thing some of em”

“And what exactly is that Arthur? Giving you children?”

“Fuck no, for getting yer dick wet” Arthur spoke, his voice so loud I was sure the whole of Watery Lane heard him.

Blushing I turned away from the man, turning towards Tommy who stood with his hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face as he looked at his older brother. Turning his attention to me, I raised an eyebrow at him, silently questioning if that’s all I was to him.

“But not you Ana, you’re a gooden. You make our Tom happy.” Arthur jumped in to defend his younger brother, glancing over back at the older man who now stood next to me fixing the waistcoat of his three piece suit.

“Bloody woman wouldn’t get off me dick” John’s voice interrupted, the moment perfectly timed. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as the other two laughed at the words chosen by their younger brother.

“Point made I believe Arthur” Tommy cockily clicked his tongue, patting the older Shelby on the shoulder.

“Pigs the lot of you” I grumbled, glaring at both John and Arthur as Tommy to pull me into his side. A smile falling onto my face as he looked down at me with loving eyes, a rare sight in the presence of Thomas Shelby.

“I’ll be home tomorrow, don’t be getting into trouble” Tommy warned playfully before leaning down pressing his lips on mine for a long, affectionate kiss. The action surprising me, especially in front of his brothers but I was more than happy to accommodate.

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” I asked once our lips were separated. Instead of a response, I got a cheeky wink as he made his way into the driving seat, John in the back while Arthur decided to ride along the side. “Have fun boys”

“See ya Ana” John called once Tommy pulled away, driving down the street, a feeling of dread ran through my blood as I watched them leave.

“The Peaky Blinders are on fucking Holiday” Arthur yelled at the top of his lungs no doubt waking every person sleeping in Small Heath. The car finally disappearing around the corner, the boys making the long 5 hour trip to the capital.

Inhaling deeply, I started to make the short journey to the tailor shop. I found no point in delaying the evitable any further, the shops financial status had to be discussed. I also didn’t feel very comfortable walking around the streets now Tommy was gone with this amount of money in my purse.

Walking inside, my father was standing by the fire, throwing logs into it bringing it to life. The red and orange flames, jumping out, almost touching him but my father remained perfectly still, almost in a trance.  

“Ana, I wasn’t expecting you so soon, want to flick that sign to open for me” He asked stiffly, holding back a yawn. It was obvious he hadn’t gotten much, if any sleep last night considering the size of the black bags hanging below his eyelids.

“No, we have something to talk about before we allow customers into the store.” I told him, purse pushed against my stomach. I held my head high as he took his eyes from the fire to look in my direction.  

“We do?” He asked, resting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Walking the few steps towards me, standing on the opposite end of the front desk.

“I know you asked me not to but I looked at the books yesterday father, well the finance book.” I inhaled deeply, waiting for the wrath I remember he had when I was younger.

I had accidentally broken a vase, a family heirloom from his grandmother’s mother, so my great, great grandmother. I always remember his face almost turning purple with rage, the spit hitting my face as he screamed, the words coming from his mouth unintelligible.  

“So you know then?” His voice emotionless. Instead of making eye contact with me, he stared down at the wood, picking at the varnish as if hoping to carve something into it.

“Yes” I replied cautiously. Lifting the purse from my stomach, I placed it on the front desk, my fingers still gripping it like a vice.

“It was never supposed to happen. We didn’t think it would happen but that’s what you get I guess.” He laughed pitifully, turning away from me and walking further into the room. Placing his hands on his hips he stared at the back wall. “I never wanted this but your mother insisted it was our only option."

"What was the only option?” I asked, taking a step behind the desk, purse in my hand as I walked warily up to him.

“Borrowing the money we could have worked out some kind of deal with the Shelby’s but your mother wouldn’t listen” He shook his head, turning to look at me, tears in his eyes.

“When did you borrow money from the Shelby’s?” I asked more confused than ever now. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this.

“We didn’t, your brother was in debt, so much debt.” He continued, shaking his head and walking towards his desk he flicked through the pages of the finances like he was looking for something but the book was new. James’ debt wouldn’t be in it. “We didn’t have the money Ana, we had to borrow it elsewhere, we were assured it was the right thing to do.”

“Assured by who? Who did you borrow the money from?” I asked reaching over and closing the book which was only taunting him the more he looked at it.

“It doesn’t matter who Ana. What matters is we fucked up. We fucked up and now they want us to pay up.” My father growl, his hands swooping down knocking everything off. His fists wound do tight, slammed against the wood making an obnoxious banging sound as he acted on the rage inside him.

“Okay well, fine I have the money here. £500 on loan from Tommy.” I tell him, my voice loud as I reached into my purse pulling the money from within. His actions seizing when I showed him the notes in my hands.

“Thomas Shelby?” He asked, face dropping in shock before a small smile pulled at the sides of his lips.

“It’s a loan, from the Shelby Company, we can pay it back once we get you back on your feet.” I smiled sweetly, my hand gingerly reaching out offering him the cash.

“If only it were that simple Ana” He breathed, his hand reaching up to rub his forehead. “I can’t accept this. I can’t be in debt to anymore gangsters.”

“Father, I have taken the loan out, I will deal with the consequences should they arise or we fall behind. Just please, take it I can’t lose another member of this family” I begged, holding the money out in front of me more forcefully. “At least consider it.”

With a reluctant nod, he took the cash from my hands walking towards the safe at the back wall and placing it inside. Taking a deep inhaled his shoulders began to shake, small whimpers came from his lips as he stood with his hands against the wall, his head dropping to his chest.

“I don’t deserve you Ana, god I don’t deserved you.” He started to cry.

Placing my now empty purse on his empty desk, I moved forward placing a soft hand on his back, the other on his shoulder, rubbing in a comforting manner. Standing straight, he wiped his face on his sleeve, the sad look on his face not leaving as he turned to me.

“We will get through this together dad. You and me.”  

****

Closing up the shop that evening I couldn’t help but think about going home alone, a sadness overcame as I put my coat on. Bidding a goodnight to my father, I walked towards the door I had grown comfortable with over the years, hoping that Polly would provide some comfort.

My silent prayers were answered when she ushered me inside, not wanting to be alone herself, she grabbed a two good bottles of whiskey Arthur was hiding in his room along with two glasses. The night, progressed well, Esme joining us after finding a neighbour who was happy enough to look after the children.

“I tried, Polly I tried but there is no changing that man’s mind. No wait, wait there’s no changing his brother’s mind.” Esme slurred her words, her hand waving around the glass of whiskey she had poured.

“No one can change Thomas Shelby’s mind once it’s in motion.” Polly nodded, her legs sprawled out along the two seater sofa by the window. “Believe me, I’ve tried.”

“Why do you want to change his mind? He is expanding his business to London, making it more profitable surely that’s a good thing, for everybody?” I asked only on my third glass of whiskey while Polly and Esme polished off the rest.

"No, no, no London has gone to the dogs. War, disease, war…there’s nothing in London” Esme shook her head, her eyes closed as if she was imagine the words she spoke.

“What do you mean?” I asked resting the glass on my knee, looking between the two women who shared a look.

“The Italians and the Jews are at war over territory down there. There is no room for the Peaky Blinders, Tommy has taken them down there to start a war. He is going to get them all killed.” Esme pointed a warning index finger in my direction.

Looking back at Polly, her eyes glared at the drunken brunette unsure of what way to take her words. Tommy had told me about his plans for London and that Arthur would be taking control of most of it.  He explained that going down today, was just his way of extending his message. Nothing would happen until he heard word back.

“Enough about the boys and there means of getting killed.” Polly brushed her hand to the side. “This is our night, lady’s night fuck the boys, they don’t listen to us anyway.”

“Here, here” Esme lifted her glass, the brown liquid sloshing from the side almost spilling on the floor as she toasted the air.

"Right well I know you ladies are getting some, anyone got somebody for me. I need a stress reliever thanks to those boys. ” Polly cackled, taking a large gulp of her whiskey, eyebrow raised as she looked between the two of us.

“What about Mr Porter down the road? He lost his wife two months back. He could be lonely.” Esme suggested, her feet slipping out from under her behind causing her to fall forward.

“He also looks like he was hit one to many times with a shovel” I spat out, the words catching me by surprise.

Both Polly and Esme looked at me, eyes widen before they burst into fits of laughter. I bit my lip trying to stop myself from laughing along with them but it was futile.

“Ana you have been spending to much time with us, we’ve altered you mind.” Esme laughed, pointing a finger towards the temple of her brain. Biting my lip, I fought against the smile threatening to spill from my lips, my mind going back to the day in the field.

“Something has definitely been altered, I allowed Tommy to have his way to me in a field the other day and I was the one who instigated it.” My mouth fell open, I had just been thinking about it, then out it came before I could stop it.

Polly’s eyes widened at my confession but a smile fell on her face, her prediction of me becoming more comfortable with the conversation coming true.

“You dirty bitch” Esme screeched her hand clutching at her chest, trying her best to control her laughter to no avail. “Was it good?”

“It was really good.” I squeezed my eyes shut, scrunching my nose up as I laughed along with them.

My heart was swelling with happiness as we exchanged stories, not only of sex but of other funny or fond memories we had accumulated over the years. The last time I had a night like this was when Anabelle, we would talk about our latest crushes, our aspirations, our dreams. All that ending when she died, eight years ago. The girls night dying with her.

“I met Lizzie yesterday.” I filled in the silence that had befallen us. Taking a sip of whiskey I looked around the room, Polly eyes squinting with curiosity while Esme thought over who I was talking about.

“Lizzie? Lizzie Stark?” Polly asked, her hand reaching for the bottle of whiskey in the middle of the table, pouring herself another while Esme nodded her head, the image of the tall, thin, brunette coming to her mind. “Where did you run into her?”

“Tommy’s office. I had just been to see my father and went to find him.”

“You know of her way of life Ana yeah?” Esme asked hiding her mouth behind her almost empty glass of whiskey.

“You mean how she is a prostitute that has slept with Tommy?” I answered, looking down at my finger tracing the rim of the glass. “Yeah am aware”

“And your alright with her being around Tommy? Did you know she was going to be there?” She continued, Polly choosing to remain silent as she watched the conversation unfold.

“No I didn’t know but I trust Tommy.”

“As you should Ana.” Polly nodded slamming her glass down on the table, reaching for her cigarette case, pulling the black wrapped sticks from inside and lightening it with a match.

“Really Pol?” I laughed raising my eyebrow at the woman who looked back dubiously. “You told me not to trust him, he was a man, he only thinks with his dick”

“Which is also true” She laughed, exhaling a large puff of smoke. “But Tommy doesn’t see you as something to lose. That has become painfully obvious over the last few years.”

“I hear wedding bells” Esme yelled wiggling her eyebrows at me.

“Oh no, no Tommy hasn’t even brought up the subject of marriage.” I shrunk back into the chair, my stomach feeling queasy with the amount of whiskey I had consumed.

“Well between you and me, he made quite a large withdrawal from the betting shop yesterday.” Polly winked in my direction.

“Ohhh and he is in London, lots of nice jewellery stores in London Ana.” Esme added, lifting her legs up and tucking them under her bum for the second time tonight.

Forcing out a smile at the girls, they continued their conversation about my so called wedding. But it was clear to me that Tommy didn’t tell Polly what he needed the money the money for. Something I found strange considering the relationship the two shared, but who was I to question it when he handed over the money so willingly.

Feeling an ache in my chest I watched on as the two woman talked enthusiastically about the wedding they believed I should have, from how it should look to who should be invited.

Sighing I couldn’t help but think why the subject was never brought up. Two years was a long time, everyone I knew had gotten married after one year and were working on their next child by the second.

John and Esme had a child just short of year of begin married to each other and that was all arranged by the man in question. I couldn’t stop my thoughts as they tumbled down a path I didn’t even want to consider, but it screamed so loud I couldn’t think of anything else.

Maybe Thomas Shelby didn’t want to marry me at all.

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Isaiah Jesus- The Masked Sister

YN is the youngest Shelby Sister, nearly 4 years older than Finn and the same age as her boyfriend Isaiah Jesus.

Finn and YN are sat in Tommy's car messing around

"Tommy's going to bloody kill us" YN laughs smoking a cigarette she found

"You mean he's kill you. I'm only 11"

"Now your only 11? bloody hell boy make your mind up" YN laughs when Tommy appears

"Finn? YN?"

"Told you he'd kill ya" she says to Finn

"Stay exactly where you are" Finn giggles

"I was pretending I was you" Tommy walks towards he’s younger siblings slowly. YN only then notices the worry in his face

"Tommy what is it?"

"Which did you open to get in?"

"We climbed in" YN says now worried

"I want both of you to climb out exactly the same way you climbed in ok?" I nod my head understanding but Finn giggles and opens a door

"No no, Finn!" Tommy yells "YN get out now" his youngest sister gets out as quick as I can the same way Finn did, but while Tommy managed to grab Finn, YN was blasted onto the floor “YN, YN!” Tommy yells picking up his sister

“Tommy is YN ok? is she… I’m sorry Tommy I didn’t know” Finn cries

“Ok, look Finn, go and find your brothers and aunt. Tell them to come to the hospital”

After recovering, Tommy had bought his sister a mask that covers half her face. Isaiah stayed with her telling her how beautiful she was even when she didn’t believe it. Her brothers became more protective of her knowing she now hated how she looked. She was once known as the most beautiful girl in Small Heath, now she was a mystery

“Look boys it’s YN Shelby” Yn rolls her eyes walking past this group of boys “ah ah ah where are you going?” the boy grabbed YNs arm stopping her

“Like you said my names YN Shelby. You hurt me, you pay”

“Oh sweet heart I’m not going to hurt you, but no one’s seen that beautiful face in months. We all miss it”

“Well to bad” again YN tries to walk off but this time the boy grabs her mask and throws it on the floor

“Fucking hell. What happened to you, your ugly”

“Fuck off” YN tries to pick her mask up but one of the other boys stand on it shattering it under his foot “what the hell! why would you do that?”

“Oh look lads she’s angry. What are you going to do bitch? you know you used to be gorgeous, we would all be jealous of that Jesus boy, but you know what? now I think we feel sorry for him that he will have to see that face everyday”

“Oi what the fuck are you doing?” YN turns around after hearing Arthur’s voice. She then sees her brothers walking towards the small group

“Shit boys, go go go, run” the boys run off leaving YN looking at the mask on the floor. Her eyes start to water as she bends down to pick up bits of the broken mask

“They broke my mask”

“I’ll buy you a new one” Tommy tells his sister

“Come on let’s get you home” John pulls YN into his side and they begin to walk back to the small house they live in.

When they arrive Isaiah is waiting outside the house

“YN? what’s happened”

“That Devon boy and his crew broke her mask” Tommy tells Isaiah

“I’ll fucking kill them” Arthur grunts as they walk into the kitchen

“You can’t kill them Arthur, they’re 16 years old”

“No but I can rough them up a bit” Isaiah says

“Just leave it. This is what I look like now, I need to just become tougher” YN sighs

“As much as I hate you getting your hands dirty, I suppose we could teach you how to give a good punch” Tommy tells his sister

“Thanks Tommy”

“You still want me to buy you a new mask?”

“Yeah, please. It helps stopping the cold wind hurting my face”

“Ok” Tommy walks out the kitchen

“Sorry I wasn’t with you when this happened”

“Not your fault. Don’t worry” YN smiles at her boyfriend

“I still think your beautiful, you know that don’t you”

“Yeah of course I do”

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[evita-shelby]

Garden of Eden

Part iv (the final part)

Cw:mentions of sex, thoughts of violence, infidelity etc

Gif by @crackshipandcrap

A/n: heaven is @call-sign-shark oc, and thank you shark, @zablife and @cljordan-imperium me this fic idea

(Prev)

He can’t sleep alone.

Ever since the war ended, Tommy cannot sleep alone without being plagued by night terrors no drug can rid him of.

Women helped, just the presence of one in his bed quieted the shovels.

Even if she hadn’t been pregnant, he would’ve forgiven her and returned to his rightful place in her life and bed.

During their separation he’d come to her as he did now, except then she’d welcome him back and even let him use her like he used other women.

Tommy always felt ashamed of it after and blamed it on the alcohol when it was just his conscious making him feel guilt for his actions.

He needed her.

Especially tonight when he kills the Prussian boy with green eyes all over again.

Her door is open, he is relieved to find it unlocked after she kicked him out of it.

His witch turned to ice when he touched her, but it doesn’t stop him from burying his face in the crook of her neck and letting her all too familiar scent fill his nostrils.

Lavender, rose and anise, she’d given him a pouch of it a long time ago when he was courting her.

He’d said in the privacy of his mind that it would be better if the pouch came with her, and his witch had bitten her lip because she had heard it as if he’d spoken out loud.

“Just for tonight.” He whispers when she moves as far as the bed allows.

She stops then, lets him hold on to her like a life preserver, but doesn’t reciprocate his unwanted affections when he nuzzled her neck hoping to drown himself in the soothing smell of her hair and the feel her warm curves underneath the wine-red silk.

He broke her heart, and now he paid the price.

And he’ll pay it just like she paid hers.

Four children, she’d said in that porcelain tub in Brighton.

They’d grow old together and die as in love as they had been when they got married.

“I need you, Evie.” Tommy never did like begging, but now he does. Begs for scraps like a dog because karma decided he had been unfair to Eva.

Arthur had not made his wife grovel, no, he was too spellbound by the snow-white Frenchwoman to even think of punishing her like he punished his witch.

Tommy’s pride had demanded he punish his witch for ruining their marriage like that.

“Should’ve thought that before you lied to me about Ruby, Shelby.” She only calls him Shelby when she loathes him in all but name.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to lose you. Not after everything.” He apologized for the billionth time and each time he chips away at her icy walls.

“As if you’d even let me go.” She scoffed but let him hold her like they used to.

Ruby is to be passed off as some relative’s child and whether she lives here or there as a cousin is up to her mother.

The choice is up to her mother who takes it with aplomb even if it kills her to see Eva’s warmth towards her replaced by icy civility.

Tommy was a politician now; his reputation could not handle him being known as the philandering cunt who had a baby with his secretary while his wife was pregnant with their third child while on his campaign.

It is unfair to all, but they cannot afford to deal with this any differently.

Ruby looks like her siblings, only Charlie has Tommy’s eyes and she supposed when both parents are blue eyed people it was more likely that the child would have said eyes.

If you put her in the crib with Gabriel, you could almost believe they were twins.

“He told me why the two of you were separated.” Lizzie said as if that justified what she did to her.

“And you were such a good friend to the both of us that you let him use you for his comfort.” The witch responded with all the venom in heart.

“I could never say no to him, even when I had John, it was always Tommy.” Lizzie seemed to have forgotten that that was no excuse to fuck a friend’s husband.

“You were my friend, Lizzie. Did it ever occur to you that you were twisting the knife in my heart by letting your nostalgia get the better of you?” the witch asked her.

Tommy’s infidelities had not bothered her when it was women she didn’t care for, but when he fucked Lizzie, it took her all to not throttle him and her for hurting her like that.

After that she couldn’t even stand to hear her name.

She had a choice; she could have said no to him. But Lizzie made it fucking clear that her feelings for Tommy were greater than any friendship they had.

“Yes, but I also knew he would go back to you sooner or later, especially when he called me by your name when we fucked.” The taller woman flicked the ash of her cigarette on the crystal ashtray Eva threw at her husband’s head that night. “He’s never even seen Ruby. Sent Polly to deal with everything because I told him I wouldn’t get rid of the baby.”

Eva would feel a bit better, but all this does is make her want to kill Tommy some more.

If he came to her bed again, she’d like nothing more than to wrap her hands around his neck and just squeeze until he thinks she’s really going to kill him.

And he’d let her because at least she’s touching him.

“Ah, yes, the third traitor. God, how could I have been so stupid? Should’ve seen past all the fucking lies instead of trying to fix the steaming pile of shit my marriage has become.” The witch said drolly.

Playing the supplicant when Tommy was the one lying to her about his own fucking child.

So, she cheated on him with Heaven, but hers was different. Hers did not involve his friend and a secret love child.

Hers ended definitely then. Sure Heaven and Eva were still friends,but their romantic past stayed in the past because neither could risk their futures.

Polly had kept that secret from everyone better than Tom fucking did.

Secret keeping is a specialty for her, it seemed.

It was for the best, she had said.

The best for who? For Tommy so he could continue acting as if only she had done all the wrong?

For Lizzie who was put out of sight like a toy he didn’t want anymore?

For whom?

Many nights later, Tommy intrudes into her private sanctuary, her sitting room where she keeps all the things needed to practice her craft.

She reads in the red armchair wearing a black kimono robe over a sheer champagne nightgown.

Eva fights the urge to kick him away when he goes down on his knees, lifts the bare leg crossed over knee and caressing the smooth skin of her calf until he reached the ugly surgical scar on her ankle before kissing it like he’s worshipping her.

I need you; he doesn’t speak but the words are kissed on to her skin and the heat of them spreads until it tugged at her broken heart and kindled the fire in her loins.

She knows he prefers to be in charge, to exert his control in every aspect of his life including the bedroom, but there are days where he begs on his knees and promises to be a good boy to mummy.

Tonight, he begs her for forgiveness and submits to her as he kissed her legs and pauses at the knee asking for her permission to kiss that part of her, she’s denied him for the past three months.

Ruby’s long left with her mother and Lizzie starts over with a clean slate, in a job because she hates sitting on her hands and, as luck would have it, a good man courts her and doesn’t care about her past.

Ruby is cared for and cherished and on weekends, Tommy sees her as a father should.

The women are polite to each other but understand their friendship will take long to mend if it mends at all.

Tommy, however, knows he’s fucked up. He fucked so much that no jewels, no clothes, no rare carnivorous flowers and certainly no attempts of seduction would earn him her forgiveness.

He made her wait a fucking year for his, and he still has nine months to go.

The first time they fucked after he confronted her on her infidelity had been on the two-month mark when he came reeking of his too sweet gin and Eden’s cheap perfume.

I called her by your name the entire time, the commie knows her way around, but she’s not you, witch, this he had said as he beckoned her to sit on his lap and ride him because the younger woman hadn’t been enough for him.

Not even all of the other women combined could make him stop wanting her to the point of madness.

I bet Heaven couldn’t make you feel like this either, he would say as he used his intimate knowledge of her body to his own advantage.

The night Gabriel had been conceived; Tommy had eaten her pussy like astarved man because he can’t do with another woman when its her taste he wants in his mouth.

She’d kissed him for the first time in six months, relishing how the taste of her cum washed out whoever he had fucked or kissed earlier.

Didn’t conceal the smell of Lizzie’s perfume nor her red lipstick on his collar, Eva should have never let him be with her that night if she knew Ruby had been conceived that day too.

“I remember when you got this,” Tommy says gesturing to the sheer organza he's bunched up over her knee, “wore it for our second honeymoon. Charlie was asleep in the nursery, and you wanted me to fuck another baby in you on the balcony rail.

Asked you if you weren’t afraid of me dropping you and you said you weren’t, ‘cause you trusted me.” He nuzzles her knee as he says this, as if she’d ever forget any night she’d ever been with him.

“And now look how far we’ve fallen from that, Tom.” The witch said softly pretending she’s still interested in her book.

“We could have that again, Evie, if you’d only let me.” Tommy looks up at her, pleading at her to forgive him just as she once did.

“Can you erase the damage on a broken heart, my love?” she asks and spread herself wide for him.

This was not forgiveness, just as those nights hadn’t been.

This she tells herself as time passes and she finds herself thawing to her asshole husband.

On her birthday, a year and two months after Lizzie showed up at their doorstep, a red vase in the shape of a human heart appears on her coffee table.

It is a broken burgundy heart healed with gold and holding icy pink winter camellias.

He had given her pink camellias that night he went to her door. The flowers meant love, adoration and longing, something he had done on purpose because Polly had an old floriography book that used to belong to her mother.

There’s a note, written in his hand and poetic as he gives the reasons for the gift.

‘You asked if I could erase the damage on your broken heart, but you didn’t ask if I could make it more beautiful with its damage.

The Japanese call it kintsukuroi which in their language means golden repair.

You’ve repaired my heart, now let me repair yours.

Your penitent husband,

Thomas Shelby.’

The witch wants to burn the note.

Damn him.

He did this while they were having her birthday dinner, knew she’d come for the perfume vials that contain her homemade contraception because she’d need it to ensure the fourth baby in that vision doesn’t appear before its time.

Damn him.

“Did you get my gift, love?” he asks when she finds him still eating the left-over cake just as she’d left him.

Tommy smiles and pours her a drink, somehow his whiskey paired well with her devil’s food cake.

Reminded her of their birthdays in Small Heath, a simple birthday cake, whiskey or their bathtub gin.

And after she’d use the candles and drip hot wax onto him, or he’d drink the alcohol off her. Birthday person had full and utter control that night. Tonight was no different.

Eva may have had control these past nine months, but damn it, she’s not giving it up just yet. Perhaps if his Christmas present was goof enough, she might let Tommy dominate her just as she’s been doing.

“Oh, yes, lovely thing a heart healed with gold. Now I need jewelry to match it. A necklace and some earrings, perhaps.” She answered, hating how weak she was.

Did he feel that way when he forgave her that night as they felt Gabriel kick?

“Hm, I suppose I know what to get you for Christmas.” He said with this hopeful look about him, so hopeful, she is dying for him to ask her that same question she asked him a year ago. “That is if my wife will still have me.”

“She might, if you asked.” Eva drank whiskey to wash down the heavy chocolate.

“Am I forgiven?” he asks. While she would never trust him blindly, she would forgive him because she knew he means it and that there won’t be a next time.

Just because the Garden of Eden had burned to ash, didn’t mean they couldn’t pick up the pieces and start again.

"Yeah, but if you ever do it again---" she said exactly as he had said it that night he forgave her.

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The Heart Underneath: Chapter 17

***This fic is being posted simultaneously on FanFiction.net and Ao3. I originally began it in 2016, and then life was life, and now I’m bringing it back because it deserves to be finished! Rating M as of Chapter 10 ***

Chapter 16: March 1915 Part 1 Chapter 18: J&M Letters 2 (18 and 20) Full story here

This one really got me. I love them so much.

The Heart Underneath

Chapter 17: March 1915 Part 2 (18 and 19)

John spent the next few days doing what he could around the house to help out.  He checked the books on the numbers business, which was going surprisingly well, despite the state of the world. Sitting at the kitchen table, working over the ledgers, he could feel Martha watching him. Neither wanted to be very far from the other. 

He made sure to stop by the grocer to see the Averills, who promised to resupply him with before he returned to the front. The thought was such a disconnect, to bring the topic of war into Small Heath, to think about it while he was standing in a clean and well stocked shop. His mind wandered to Tommy and Arthur, who were likely still freezing in the trenches, waiting for their turn to be relieved by a few days rotating to the back and their own leaves. He couldn’t seem to shake the cold that had seeped into him in France.

Martha watched him carefully, she had sensed the change in him immediately. He was more aware than ever, noting every noise, every stranger on the street, every possible threat. As they walked from errand to errand, he held her hand tightly, keeping his body close to hers.  

One afternoon they wandered through the neighborhood aimlessly, occasionally stopping to talk to neighbors they knew, who wished John well. Finally they ended up by the abandoned house. John looked up at the house and closed his eyes, seeing all the big moments they’d had there. Their first kiss, making their relationship official, deciding to sleep together (finally), his proposal, their wedding. 

John opened his eyes to find Martha standing on the steps in front of him, making them eye to eye. She held his face in her hands and gazed into his soul, blue grey to bright green. He didn’t need to speak about what he’d seen and done on the battlefield, she already knew. She could see the pain and hurt in his eyes when he dropped the wall that he held up for everyone except her.

“I love you always.” Martha finally said softly, and hugged him.

John wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in the blonde hair that he always saw in the distance when the events he’d seen became too much. He took in the lingering perfume she’d sprayed on earlier that morning, as he sat in bed, watching her doing her hair. He didn’t know how he was going to leave her behind again.

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Early the following morning, John borrowed a horse and wagon from Uncle Charlie, carefully helping Martha up for the drive to the cottage. As John drove out of Small Heath, Martha wrapped her arm around John’s and leaned against his shoulder. It was cold, flurries in the air, but they couldn’t stop smiling at each other, happy to get away for a bit.

Martha breathed a sigh of relief as the green door came into view, smoke curling out of the stone chimney. She’d spent so many hours there in her mind, by that point the cottage felt like home. John pulled up the wagon near the front door and reached up for Martha, gently setting her on the ground. 

Mrs. Averill had promised the cottage will be fully stocked and she didn’t disappoint. The kitchen had a variety of covered dishes laid out, the fires in both rooms already well stoked and warm. 

“I can’t believe we’re back here.” John said, a little stunned, sitting down in a kitchen chair. He too had escaped to the cottage in his mind hundreds of times in the prior months.

Martha walked over to him and he held her close, his head against her stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair, gently rubbing his back. John felt like crying, the intimacy of the moment so severely contrasting what he’d been through. And the looming darkness of what was ahead of him.

“Let’s just be here, you, me, and the baby. Make new memories we can look back on.” Martha whispered.

John nodded and looked up at her, smiling the best he could. He would never get over how beautiful she looked pregnant, and he wanted to take in as much as he could of experiencing this time of their life together.

“Remember what happened the last time we were at this table?” John responded, smirking as Martha blushed.

“I certainly do, John Michael Shelby. I think about it quite often.” Martha replied and grinned at his shocked face.

“In that case, then, I’ll be sure to repeat that at some point while we’re here.” John said, standing up.

He looked down at her, all his desire burning into her skin as his hands held her waist. He kissed her until she was breathless, holding her steady, her eyes wide.

“You’re mine, love.” He stated firmly.

“And you’re mine. Forever.” Martha replied back.

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The sun was setting as the pair settled into a large chair in the living space, facing the fire before them. John sat first and then pulled Martha onto his lap. He’d helped her make the bed, trying to not be overly fussy about helping her, but the fact was, he hadn’t been around and he wouldn’t be. He wanted to do as much as he could for her in the short time they had.

John wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her middle. Martha leaned her head against John’s shoulder, her arms around him, legs propped against the side of the chair. She took in the warmth of John’s body against her, the fire in front of them, his hand sliding up her skirts to rest on her bare thigh. A subtle kick from their baby against his other hand.

“Polly thinks it’s a boy. We should talk about names.” Martha said, thinking out loud.

“I knew it,” John replied with a smile, “have you thought of any names?”

“I was thinking William. Will. For your brother. William Michael Shelby, that sounds nice.” Martha replied.

“I like that. What about if it’s a girl? Maybe we should be ready in case?” 

“I said that to Pol and she got annoyed.” Martha laughed at the memory.

“How about Katherine, after your mum? Katherine Elizabeth.” John replied.

“I love it.” Martha replied, tightening her arms around him at the thought of her mother.

Neither spoke it aloud, but they both knew that if they were lucky enough to have a second child, they’d keep both names in mind if they weren’t used. Martha had long known that once John became a father, he’d take to it naturally. John had only just started to realize the same about himself, mostly for now he was just in awe of Martha carrying their child.

Martha closed her eyes and John soon felt her head slump against his shoulder, her body relaxing against his. He held her close, letting his tears fall silently down his face. He thought about Martha giving birth without him around, bringing their baby into the world, while he would be doing everything to survive so he could get back to his family.

I hope I get to meet you, William or Katherine, whoever you turn out to be. I love you.

The following morning was warm enough for John and Martha to take a long walk through the fields behind the cottage. Martha had thrown on one of John’s sweaters over her dress, her hair hanging loosely down her back, and the sun glinted off of her eyes. He held her hand, feeling like they were young teenagers again at the fair, wandering off together like they always did.

As Martha prepared lunch for them back at the cottage, John found himself becoming completely intoxicated just by watching her. Any man who’d been at the front would be thrilled to be around a woman, just to be that close to something gentle and beautiful again. But to be here with his wife, his girl, who he loved more than anything in the world? It was the greatest high he’d ever known. 

Martha smiled at him over her shoulder as she cleaned up their dishes, feeling something beyond just love in his gaze. His need to be near her had grown so desperate in their separation, that having her alone was nearly overwhelming.

She crossed back over to the table and sat on John’s knee, resting her forehead on his. John held her close, memorizing every breath so he could come back to the memory later. 

Remember this. 

Martha reached into the pocket of her dress and pulling out a small box. 

“I got this for you a few months back, late wedding present.” Martha said and smiled up at John.

He opened the box and found a gold ring. Taking it out, he realized the inner part of the band was engraved.

J+M Always

“Polly did some kind of ritual with it, supposed to link us. Although, I think we’re about as linked as we can get.” Martha commented with a light laugh. 

John smiled at her and slipped the ring on his left pinky finger. He kissed Martha as hard as he dared. Every feeling was bubbling up inside him and he needed her, all of her, now. John stood and picked Martha up at the same time, and she laughed and tilted her head back as he moved into the other room.

He settled her on the edge of the bed and pulling off his sweater that she was wearing. He went to remove his own, and Martha took his hand, stopping him.

“I want to do it.” She said quietly.

Martha slowly removed each layer of clothing he had on, and John watched her. How her hands moved, how she hung his clothes off of a chair, the way she looked up at him. She knew exactly what she was doing and knew exactly what he needed.

She sat back on the bed and John stood in front of her, completely undressed now. She ran her fingers over what seemed like every inch of his body, and John was transfixed by something that seemed to have changed in her. It was slight, but she knew now how great the power was she had over him. And while she’d always been very confident and forward when they were alone, this was different. More grown up.

Martha watched John as he looked down at her, and the tension between them seem to radiate. After the months apart, the things John had seen and had to do, it only intensified their desire for each other. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, John wrapping his hand her hair as he moaned. He had thought about this, many times. The devious little glint in her eye, her hand on his thigh, but also the part of her that knew how badly he needed her touch him.

After a few minutes, Martha released him and stood up, pulling off the dress she had been wearing, with only stockings underneath. It nearly did John in.

“I want to make this last.” John whispered as he laid down on the bed and pulled her down next to him.

Martha smiled and nodded, touching his face. John took his time, moving down her neck slowly, then across her collarbone. He spent what felt like hours caressing her breasts, appreciating their fullness due to her pregnancy, taking as much as he could in his mouth and listening to Martha sigh his name. The way her fingers dug into his shoulders and then the back of his neck, as he made his way further down.

By the time he made it to her stockings, he was so hard it was almost painful. But he still took his time, rolling each one down, placing his mouth on her exposed skin, trying make sure he touched every part of her. As he made his way back up the bed, Martha pushed him down. She carefully straddled his stomach, leaning down to kiss him again. Her hair fell around him as she slid back and then steadied herself with one hand, lowering herself down onto him. 

“Fuck, Mar.” John groaned loudly.

She grinned at him and the sight of his pregnant wife, his love, on top of him, completely exposed, and riding him was taking things to a new place they hadn’t been before. He held onto her hips as she moved in a way that made it nearly impossible for John to think straight.  He ran his hands across her body, propping himself up and pulling her in as close as her belly would allow.  

“I want you to remember me like this.” Martha said in his ear, breath stuttering.

“Sweetheart, I could never, ever forget this.” John replied back, biting down on her neck.

He picked up the pace, meeting his hips with hers as they gave in to what had been building all day. John pulled back a bit and held Martha’s head steady, their eyes locking in as John finished first, and Martha a moment after, her head tilting back into his hand. They stayed that way for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other, grey blue meeting bright green. 

Remember this.

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The final full day of John’s leave was filled with practicals - picking up extra supplies from the grocer, Martha making last minute adjustments to a new uniform, Polly trimming John’s hair in the kitchen. Ada sat nearby, drinking tea, and John waited for Polly to leave the room before speaking.

“Heard you’ve been writing Freddie Thorne.” John commented quietly.

Ada nearly spit out her tea and looked immediately at Martha, who held her hands up and shook her head. John and Martha looked at each other and started laughing.

“Freddie mentioned it to me. Don’t worry, he hasn’t said anything to Tommy or Arthur. But you should tell Tommy when’s back, Ada, best he hear it from you directly.” John said after giving Ada a moment to calm down.

“Do you men tell each other everything over there? It’s like a women’s sewing circle, bloody hell.” Ada snapped back her face red.

“Not everything, no. But when it comes to the good stuff like your little sister writing your big brother’s best friend? That’s top rate conversation.” John replied and laughed again.

“John Shelby, you better not be talking about me over there in such detail.” Martha chimed in, crossing her arms but smiling.

“What’s between me and my girl is my business, but the lads all know I have the most beautiful girl in all of England. I do show your picture from time to time.” John responded and touched Martha’s face.

Even Ada had to smile at that.

John barely slept that night, holding Martha against him as she slept, watching her breathe until the sun came up. She had tried to stay up with him but he’d won the argument.

“Love, please, you need to sleep. Just let me lay here with you and hold you, one more time.” John had said quietly, the look in his eyes heartbreaking.

“Alright. But you better wake me up on time.” Martha replied and settled herself in against his chest.

“I love you, Mar.” John whispered into her hair, as he could feel her drifting off.

“Love you too, Johnny.” Martha mumbled back and tightened her grip on his side before dropping into a deep sleep.

As the sun rose, John carefully laid his head on her chest and placed his hand on her bump, silently talking to whoever was inside. Martha woke up to a warm and heavy feeling, and reached up to rub John’s head softly. She felt his tears hit her wrist and held him close.

The family had a solemn breakfast and then John and Martha walked Finn to school. At the schoolyard gate, John bent down to Finn’s eye level.

“I’ll see you, soon, little brother. Tommy will be home soon for a visit, and then Arthur. You be a good boy, alright?” John said with a smile, but the look on his brother’s face was killing him.

“I’ll be good.” Finn said with a nod and then threw himself into John’s arms.

“And I’m taking care of Martha.” Finn whispered as John hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, mate. Help her with the baby, too, ok?” John whispered back.

Finn nodded and the school bell rang. He gave John a small smile and then walked into the building, feet dragging on the ground, head down. Martha took John’s hand and squeezed it.  

The pair slowly made their way to the train station. John felt like turning around and running away, to anywhere, with Martha. He didn’t want to leave her, didn’t want to go back to the killing and the dying, didn’t want to see more horror that surpassed anything he could’ve imagined. But he knew he had to, if for nothing else than his brothers and the local Small Heath men he had vowed to protect and who had vowed to protect him. It was an honor code he could not break.

Ada and Polly said their goodbyes on the platform and then stood to the side. John looked down at Martha, tears running down her face like their first goodbye.

“I’m coming back.” John stated, his hands on her face.

“I know.” Martha nodded through her tears, his tone so convincing they both had to believe it.

John kissed her, hoping to stop time but instead he heard the train whistle, blowing the departure warning. He looked down into her eyes one more time, touched the front of her dress, and leaned in once more.

“I love you forever, Martha Shelby. I’m coming back to both of you.” 

John squeezed her hand and then went to board the train, searching for a window seat that faced the platform. He found it and watched Martha’s blonde hair blow in the breeze as the train left the station. He could feel the devastation rise in his chest, and looked down at the ring she gave him, twisting it around his finger, willing himself to breathe.

John Shelby would wear that ring for the rest of his life, it never left his hand. And when he looked down at it, he would see his young, beautiful wife above him in the dim light of the cottage. He would see her blonde hair blowing on the train platform. He would see her sleeping against him, eyes opening to find his looking back at her. He would feel her hand in his. He would smell her perfume. He would hear her say his name.

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