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ryuzakemo128 · 2 years

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Incorrect Quotes - Peaky Blinders au (Part One)

Characters used: Alfie Solomons, Thomas Shelby. Plus Red (Female Reader)

(Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten )

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Red: Hi. Alfie: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell him? Red: I did. Alfie: And what did he say? Red: “Thank you.” Alfie: You’re totally welcome. What’d he say? Red: He said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and Thomas said, “Thank you.”

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Thomas: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Alfie: Did Red say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Thomas: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

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Red: Thank you all for coming. Thomas, wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here. Red: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck A Task Force". Alfie: Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way.

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Red: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this! Thomas: Apparently, we're not.

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Thomas, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. Red: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

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Red: Thomas, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee! Thomas: Rebuke? Is that a word? Red: You have all invoked my fury! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions! Thomas: What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?

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Thomas: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Red: Maybe we would, if you would STOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

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Red: Thank you for not saying "I told you so." Thomas: When you’re as right as I am, you don’t have to say it.

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Thomas: I am an expert at identifying birds. Red: Okay, what about those ones flying over there? Thomas: Yeah, they're all birds.

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Red, dramatically: They called me a fool. Thomas, sick of Red's shit: They weren’t wrong.

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Thomas, texting Red: I’m a theif. Red: Thief. Thomas: Theif. Red: I before E except after C. Thomas: Thceif. Red: NO.

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Thomas: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch. Red: What changed your mind? Thomas: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.

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Red: If it pleases the court I would like to say that my opponent is TALKING SHIT! Thomas: ...

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Red: Just be yourself. Say something nice. Thomas: Which one? I can't do both.

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Red: Thomas, fuck off. Red: And by "fuck off" I mean "fuck off right back here and listen", you insufferable prick.

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Thomas: *is visibly upset* Red: Thomas, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out Candyland wasn't an actual country.

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Thomas: You’ve got to learn to love yourself. Red: But don't you hate yourself. Thomas: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

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Red: Can I have some? Thomas, mouth full of cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it.

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Thomas: Red... you've been cuddling with me for over an hour now. Red: *muffled* mm hmmm :) Thomas: Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.

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Thomas: Uptown Funk would've made it into the Shrek Soundtrack. Red: That's the truest statement I've ever heard.

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Thomas: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Red, are a fucking cactus.

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Red: Hey Thomas, can you give me the opposite of these words? Red: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down. Thomas: Never, Going, To, Give, You- Thomas: The fucking satisfaction.

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Thomas: What happened?! Red: Do you want the long version or the short version? Thomas: Sh-short?? Red: Shit's fucked. Thomas: Okay, long. Red: Shit's very fucked.

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Red: Hey, Thomas. What kind of flowers do you prefer? Thomas: I like sunflowers. Red, pulling out a bouquet of Venus Flytraps: Well, shit-

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Thomas: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it. Red: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

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Thomas: The saying “it is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission” no longer applies to Red.

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Red: Thomas, you love me, right? Thomas: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

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Thomas: What happened to your nose? Red: I used it to break some guy's fist.

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Thomas: Hey. Red: Hey? Thomas: I can't sleep. :/ Red: I can. Goodnight

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Thomas: Hold on, I can explain! Red: Really? Can you now? Thomas: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

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Thomas, after getting a job as a life guard: Hmm... I wonder what those things at the bottom of the pool are.. Red: THOSE ARE PEOPLE DROWNING!

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Thomas: *fast-forwards all the way through the movie* Red: You can't just skip to the happy ending! Thomas: I don't have time for their problems.

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Red: Why are you always trying to aggravate me? Thomas: To relax.

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Thomas: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEART DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED! Thomas: BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF COMFORT YOU SUPPLY! Red: Thomas just threw a tantrum about a chair. Red: I just won Thomas Tantrum Bingo.

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Thomas: My life is a mess. Red: Thomas relax, go get a beer. Thomas: I don’t want a beer. Red Who said it was for you?

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Thomas: A decision had to be made. Red: And you fucked it up!

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Thomas: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck. Red: Who told you my secret?

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Thomas: You’re mean! Red: You’re meaner! Thomas: Yeah, well, you’re ugly too! Red: You’re uglier! Thomas: You’re a dumbass! Red: You’re a dumberass! Thomas: You think “dumberass” is a good insult!

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Thomas: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now. Red: There are no books in prison. Thomas: *sighs* Thank you.

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Thomas: Are you drinking enough water? Red: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.

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Red: Thomas, you need to react when people cry! Thomas: I did. I rolled my eyes.

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Thomas: I think this might be a bad idea... Red: Don't start thinking on me now!

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Red: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. Thomas: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Red: Th-that's not how that works-

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strayrockette · 2 years

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Give Me Peace Over War

Next Part

Summary: A young girl struggles to accept her new reality and attempts to find a way out by any means necessary.

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x oc

Trigger Warning: Mentions of death, suicide, and feelings of depression. A gun also appears near the end. Lots of angst. Please do not interact if you are highly sensitive to these topics. Angst is my favorite genre to write so it can get very very heavy.

A/N: The topics mentioned in this story are not light and should be addressed accordingly. If you or a friend have thought about harming yourself please reach out to someone who will help guide you to a better resolution. And please remember that there is always someone who cares about you. Have hope and faith that everything will turn out alright eventually. Things take time and it needs patience and commitment for a better outcome.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

1-800-273-8255

Poem Title: And So To Madness, I descend by Khaëdra

retrieved from: allpoetry.com

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Prologue

And so to madness I descend

Through these dark days, that never end

The waves come but I can't defend

Perhaps my fate's already penned

My first moment of awareness was capitalized on a birthday party. I was turning four but I did not feel like a young child who was bright-eyed and basking in the bliss of youth. The party raged on but my mind screamed that something was wrong. Smiling faces and gentle hands caressed my cheeks but I did not enjoy their touches nor did I seek them out. Joy turned despair the moment my fragmented mind conjured visions of life too distant from my present moment. Of a life that paralleled my current existence but did not overlap on one congruent line of time.

What doom upon me does impend

An angel to my side please send

Ever deeper doth my path wend

And ever darker with each bend

Whispers of a devil child ran rampant among the small travelers' temporary settlements. What little happiness my parents had of my birth and lived existence made way for wary glances and fear. Try as they might, they could not hide behind their eyes for I saw everything with clarity. Perhaps too much clarity.

Dreams, no nightmares haunted me. When sleep took me, visions of brown eyes gazing lovingly into my own left me choking in my wretched sorrow. Soft hands grasping mine, patting my cheek, and caressing my head filled me with longing I wished to be fulfilled. But every morning I woke to more despair and grief and could not fathom why I should live when my heart felt like stone.

Four days after my awakening-as I liked to call it- I found myself staring into the vastness of the ocean. The scent of sea salt assaulted my tiny nose and brisk cool air whipped my hair as I pondered what it meant to truly be happy. What would it take for this heavy feeling of absolute hell to lift off my shoulders? And for happiness to swell in my chest like the rising tide headed straight for me?

I see no sign of foe or friend

What does my solitude portend

How far do these glum halls extend

Most of all: who did I offend

Life was indeed a cruel fate. Death was a preferred bliss. But no matter how hard I tried I ended up back where I began. Living a life I did not ask for. A life I had no desire for. A life that was more a burden than a gift. My only imaginary foe was that of Life and my only friend was Death. But Death refused to claim my disconsolate soul. And life refused to leave me be.

I managed to live past the age of four. My clan refused to expel me from their side. Despite the edginess they felt around me, they vowed to care for me. Much to my displeasure. My parents did not celebrate my birthday. I could not remember the last time they had. Instead, they celebrated the new life of my baby sister.

They tried to keep it a secret, fear of how I'd react, I suspect. But I knew. I knew the moment they started smiling euphorically when they thought I wasn't looking. I knew when they giggled and whispered of happier times that would surely come.

Nightmares still plagued me and I still awoke to choke for air to quench the tightness in my throat. I was content for a time. Content to go along with the motions while wallowing in my misery.

Until my baby sister was born with hazel eyes and light brown hair.

"We're going to name her Lianna, what do you think?" My mother's voice was soft and wary as I stared emptily at the bundle in her arms.

I found myself hating everything about this baby girl. She doesn't have the right eye color and her hair should be curly, not straight. While nightmares haunted my sleep, they were often fuzzy and hard to envision. But at this very moment, a vision so clear blossomed in my mind that it made me wail. Because a brown-eyed, curly-haired brunette baby girl used to await my open arms with a dimpled smile and a joyful laugh.

But that baby girl no longer existed and did not await the moment I would open my arms for her lovely embrace. I found myself craving her tiny arms, wrapped delicately around my neck. Craving the sweet scent of chocolate, permeating her being because all she ever wanted was chocolate to fill her soft belly.

The baby girl who would call out my name. A name I could not remember but a name I responded to happily if it meant seeing her smile so widely her dimples popped. A baby girl named Ella. Lianna was not Ella. And Ella was not here.

That night, I stole the only gun my clan had. The gun was kept hidden in a box inside the tent of the clan leader. No one cared much where I went. As long as I was out of sight. Which was perfect, because there was no one to stop me from putting a bullet into my head; searching desperately for peace.

What foul feast must I now attend

All of my fire I've to spend

But still, my soul will not transcend

And so to madness I descend...

But peace was not meant for me it would seem.

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pherelesytsia · 1 year

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Coming Home for Christmas

Pairing: Modern/Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Returning home late after a rough day, Thomas arrives in an empty living room and not even the dog greets him.

Warning: Just Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n:. Requests are open!!!

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

The smell of gingerbread, mulled wine sweeter than honey, roasted apples and a hint of cinnamon was lingering in the air and greeted the blue-eyed man into the stone walls he called his home. The fairy lights, a soft yellow hue, illuminated the hallway, and the man placing the shoes next to the door heard hush voices singing a Christmas song.

Reindeer with stately antlers, fluffy scarves and red hats stood on the high and low wooden shelves next to elves with dangling feet in high brownish boots and wide smiles. Snow melted under the warm touch. His hands were tucked in the trouser pockets, and Thomas walked on with an ever-growing smile on his lips.

No barking, no friendly voices greeted him, but Thomas felt her presence in the tranquil house at the end of the world. He peered into every room, hoping she was there, but to his horror, Y/N was not in any of the lavishly decorated rooms connected by the long hallway leading into the living room.

The three nutcrackers in red uniform saluted. The sound of burning wood filled his mind. Dark strands stuck to his forehead. The tip of his nose was shimmering red as his cheeks. The fairy lights were switched off and the only source of light except the dying fire was the moonlight seeping in narrow streams through the curtains, but Thomas saw clearly. The mantelpiece seat, which once held pictures in wooden frames, was decorated with elves, wooden figures, and a small gingerbread house with crooked windows and missing candies. The Christmas tree, decorated with red and burgundy baubles, some of them adorned with trees, presents, bows and various vine-shaped ornaments, stood in the far corner.

Thomas tiptoes around the house, hoping and guessing his wife was resting on the sofa, waiting patiently for his arrival wrapped in a soft blanket in a bed of cushions. The smile faded away. Crumbs were on the plate with golden shimmery appliques. The blanket was warm, and the Shelby knew his wife and children had spent the night on the couch watching clad in ugly Christmas sweaters movies. Her name did not escape his lips. He turned to the table and strolled towards the stairs leading to the first floor, guessing the children were sleeping. He undid the buttons of his coat, took it off and threw it over the chair, loosened the tie and undid the darkish buttons of the waistcoat matching the rest of the well-fitting suit. He rolled up the sleeves until his muscular upper arms stretched the fine material.

At the sight of the richly set plate, a bad feeling spread through his heart. He pressed his lips to a fine line, gasped, cursed like a banshee and wished he could be a wizard and turn back time with the wave of a wand and return in time for dinner, as promised. The fork was stuck in the depths of the dish. Y/N had eaten little, but Thomas knew his wife, knew she had lost her appetite at the sight of the empty place at her side. Swiftly, he followed the stairs, took two steps at a time, and slowed his pace as he passed the closed doors leading into the children's rooms. He leaned to the side, exhaled, heard nothing and did not open the doors adorned with letters shaped into names.

With every step he took towards the bedroom at the end of the long corridor, the voices telling a story grew louder, a fairy tale he knew almost by heart. Thomas could not count on two hands how often he had watched the movie with the children and if he had to watch it again, then he would it without a mobile phone in his hand, would not comment on the wish but enjoy the joy of his children, and would even encourage them to watch it again.

Thomas braced himself. A weak excuse mirroring the others rested on his lips. The two simple words did not escape. His heart and the cares of everyday life melted away, turned to gold touched by flames. His fingers brushed back his hair. Thomas smiled, leaning against the doorframe with a frown. The candle spreading, the scent of apples and cinnamon burned. The sleeping, peaceful, nearly untroubled faces were lit by the dimmed glow of the television. He muffled the chuckle with his hand.

The three of them were all in the same pyjamas, red with presents, green dotted and with cheering elves, and the mother among them was wearing her hair like the daughter in pigtails. The wood moaned under his touch. The children were sleeping peacefully. The dog was snoring. Gasping, Y/N´s eyes shot open, but before she could scream for help and beg for mercy, her heart calmed. Smiling, the young mother huffed and leaned back into the pile of dozens of pillows. The drowsiness was gone. She stretched, and shook her head in disbelief. Y/N freed herself from the strong grip of the children hidden under various blankets, sleeping peacefully, and crawled closer to her husband.

"I didn't mean to scare you, my love." Thomas breathed.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, the feared Shelby approached the bed, couldn't take his eyes off of the children sleeping with legs and arms outstretched and he wouldn't be surprised if Y/N asked him to massage her aching back the next morning.

"I called you. I was worried about you." Y/N whispered.

She didn't want it to sound like an accusation, but it was.

"I'm sorry, my love. My phone ran out of battery, I couldn't charge it and there was traffic. I was stuck downtown for at least an hour. I didn't forget and I'm sorry, I should have left earlier." he spoke low.

Thomas settled on the edge of the bed, exhaled and leaned forward, reaching for her hand adorned with a ring mirroring his.

"Tomorrow, I will make it up to you, to all of you. I have a day off. And I've left my work phone in the car, it'll be there all day.", "I'm sure the kids will be happy and I doubt you'll find a place here." Y/N joked, pointing at the children taking up more and more space.

Thomas laughed, a wry grin spreading across his lips.

"I thought.", "That I would be mad? I am yet I know you are working so hard for your family.” she started.

Exhaling, she settled in front of her husband, clasped his hands and smiled.

"I would be lying if I said that I am not upset and the children are not disappointed. We were waiting for you. We couldn't reach your brothers. I nearly called the police and the hospital." Y/N gulped.

Fear spread in his gaze and before he could pronounce another apology, she silenced him.

"You are an adult, but we should have rules. Maybe you can come home around seven. The children go to bed around eight during the week. They would at least see you for one hour in the evening. Perhaps we could take the children to school and kindergarten in the morning and have breakfast on some days, once or twice a week. At the weekend, you could cut down on work." Y/N murmured, not frightened.

He smiled weakly, nodded, knew she was right.

"Will you at least think about it?" she asked. "I don't demand an answer today, nor tomorrow, or in the next few hours. It would do the children, you and our marriage good." Y/N added briefly.

Her fingers brushed over his skin, saw in his eyes that he was thinking about what she had said.

"I will think about it and I will try to come home on time and take the children to the schools with you twice a week.", "I'm looking forward to it, and the children will be surprised to see you seated at the table tomorrow," she spoke.

Closing her eyes, Y/N leaned into his touch as his thumb danced over her cheek.

"Are you tired?" he breathed into her ear, and Y/N answered with a shake of her head.

"I fell asleep before the children." she added.

She brushed the traces of the thawed snow away.

"We haven't seen each other all week. I could order us a pizza and wine; we could sleep on the sofa and watch a movie like in the good old days and tomorrow I'll surprise you and the kids with breakfast." Thomas asked.

No answer escaped. Clasping her hand, Thomas helped his Y/N to climb out of bed. He embraced her, cradled his wife against his chest and guided her quietly out of the master bedroom, closed the door, breathed a sweet kiss on her cheek and whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

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livingmybestfakelife · 2 years

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Peaky Blinders Masterlist

[last updated: 7-11-2022]

Tommy Shelby

Modern Biker AU:

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Songboard/Moodboard

The Next Generation:

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader/Grace Burgess x Reader

You and Grace are long time friends and became a couple during your adult years, her plans to purpose to you comes to a halt when Tommy, who is pining for you, unexpectedly pops up during your holiday together

Untitled Songboard/Moodboard:

Dark!Tommy Shelby

Welcome Home Lady Shelby:

After five days in the hospital, the new addition to the Shelby family is finally brought home

90s AU:

Songboard/Moodboard

Heart Don’t Stand a Chance:

Tommy gives you a traditional family gift after your wedding

Dark Was The Night, Cold Was The Ground:

Tommy finds an abandoned baby at a camp ground

Little Rabbit:

Cowboy AU

A Gangster and a Gentleman:

Joseph Blake has a thing for Tommy’s wife, but he soon hears how it’s not a good idea to make it too obvious

Nowhere, Elsewhere:

Tommy’s adopted daughter attempts to look for her birth parents

60s AU:

Songboard/Moodboard

St. James Infirmary:

Grace is jealous of the love that Tommy still holds for his deceased wife

The Crown’s Jewels:

The Shelby Brothers pull off a robbery during your birthday party

Items in Your Purse

Dedicated:

You and Tommy reminisce about your childhood while camping

Tommy Decides to Keep Cyril

Gospel Truth:

You finally break Tommy after showing your true colors

Wholesome Tommy During Christmas

It’s A Mad House:

The family pulls a Halloween prank on Tommy

Mitsouko:

Tommy calls up the woman he’s having an affair with

Candy Girl:

Tommy is not pleased with the supposed career choice his female friend has chosen

Tommy’s Old Money Wife

Office Hours:

Tommy learns that he’s not on an secret list

Tommy Being His Old Self in Front of His Nephew

Edwardian Era Cowboy AU

[Untitled] Elderly Tommy:

You’re a private nurse for an elderly man named Thomas Shelby, and you hold a strong resemblance to his deceased wife.

Modern Shelby’s During Quarantine

Tommy Can’t Help But Find Amusement In How You Past the Time at a Posh Party

[Untitled] 70s Tommy

The Favorite Series [unfinished]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Mother to All, Wife to None

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Grace Burgess

Love At First Sight

The Next Generation:

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Arthur Shelby

From The Heart:

Arthur gives a best man speech that isn’t as cringy has Tommy expected

Arthur Gets Back Into Drawing

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Michael Gray

The First Time Like The Last Time:

Michael reunites with a childhood friend

The Man With The White Horse:

There were many situations that split mother and son apart, but this might be something that just might separate them forever

Original Characters

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Tommy and His Daughter Get Ready For a Father Daughter Dance

Baby Tulip Shelby During a Picnic

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Alfie Solomons

Cyril Is Going To Be a Father

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Duke Shelby

My Mother’s Keeper

Duke avenges his mother after learning about her haunting past

Critter

Duke brings a new pet home

Jack Nelson

Jack’s Daughter Drabble

Mother to All, Wife to None

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #masterlist #grace burgess imagine #michael gray imagne

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misscarolineshelby · 3 years

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Spanked

Part Three: The Proposal

Pairing: Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader

Words: 1,045

Warning: None…This is only the beginning!

Original Blog: @queenshelby (this is just my backup account as I have been having Tumblr issues)

Two weeks later…

Your heart fluttered when you saw his name pop up in the lower right side of your computer screen.

Over the past two weeks, you had learned that you weren’t the only one at the firm whose breathing quickened when they saw a notification from him and rumours had it that, if he sent you an email himself, you would either be fired or there is a serious issue he required you to fix.

In the company, Thomas Shelby was certainly known for his bluntly worded feedback, demanding expectations, and his particular style of putting employees on the spot and, whilst many of the females in his company took a liking in him, they feared him at the same time.

You quickly opened your inbox and clicked on the email. It was short and straight to the point.

‘My office at 4 o’clock. Don’t be late’ it said, giving you no indication on what this was about.

You had never been to his office and asked Lizzie where it was. She confirmed that it was on the top floor of the building and you already dreaded going in there even after you had run into him in the building almost every day for the past two weeks and he had never said anything bad to you.

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At 3.50pm, you grabbed a pen and your notebook, flipping to a fresh page. You began mentally preparing yourself to speak to him, wishing his email had given you any inclination as to what he might want so you could prepare yourself further.

You found him rather intimidating and stood up and smoothed down your outfit which was a navy-blue dress that fitted you quite well. It clung to your small figure and it was yet another dress you had borrowed from your roommate.

You straightened the tight blazer you wore over it and fiddled with the long necklace that sat on your chest.

Clutching your notebook against your chest, you quickly made your way to the elevator which took you to Tommy’s office.

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You approached his partially opened office door. Taking a deep breath, you hurried up to it and knocked twice on the door.

‘Come in’ Tommy called out, not bothering to lift his head up to face you.

You stepped in and stood waiting at the table that separated you while he finished typing a sentence in an email. You surveyed the office. It was extremely neat and tidy. It was also perfectly fitted out. In one corner, there was a side board with a record player and expensive bottles of whiskey while, on the other side of the room, there were some large book shelves.

‘I looked at the charitable contributions made by my Michael Grey two days ago. Was that your idea?’ he asked and you nodded nervously.

‘Mr Shelby, I know it is a lot of money but the penalties imposed by the tax department would have been higher and, at least this way, you will be seen to provide essential services to the community’ you explained, justifying your report to Michael Grey who was one of the senior business advisors of Shelby Company Limited.

‘Well, according to my cousin, you saved the business 800,000 pounds’ Tommy then said while looking up at you for the first time and instructing you to take a seat.

You nodded shyly in response to his comment and sat down in one of the large arm chairs in front of his desk. By this point, you were fidgeting your hands and it was obvious to Tommy that you were nervous.

‘Now, I need you to develop a plan to deal with some more money coming in next week. I want all of it invested across our different businesses’ he said.

‘How much are we talking about Mr Shelby?’ you asked.

’27 million pounds’ he responded, causing you to gulp.

’27 million pounds? The forecasts I’ve been given don’t show this kind of money coming into the business as a lump sum during this quarter’ you said somewhat surprised.

‘That’s correct’ Tommy said, looking at you sternly.

‘It’s off the books and you want me to launder the money?’ you asked nervously, assuming that this is what he was referring to.

‘I don’t like to use this word, Love. Let’s just say, I want you to get creative’ he explained and you were surprised that he had just admitted to you that his company was, indeed, involved in some illegal operations.

‘What makes you think that I agree to this? I could just go to the police instead’ you said somewhat surprised and, just as you did, Tommy began to laugh.

‘You have a 70,000-pound debt Love. University degrees are expensive. If you get creative with the company’s accounts, you will be debt free in no time. Your name will not appear on any of the accounts and, if there is formal investigation, your identity will be protected’ Tommy explained and, after you took a moment to think about what he was offering you, you nodded.

‘I want 5 cents on every dollar laundered’ you stammered after having gathered all your confidence.

‘Love, we work in pounds here, eh. It’s 27 million pounds’ Tommy clarified and you nodded again, but this time with a smile.

‘Yes, but I won’t be laundering the money through your UK businesses. It will be done through some brand-new enterprises in the US, which I will set up slowly. Thereby, no connection can be made to Shelby Company Limited’ you explained, causing to Tommy to nod with approval.

‘Alright, 5 cents in the dollar it is Love’ Tommy smirked before asking you to put together a proposal for his consideration and prepare all of the necessary paperwork and forecasts by the end of the week.

You nodded again before standing up and thanking Tommy for his time. Then, you walked towards the door while holding on to your notepad which is when Tommy said something else.

‘Y/N’ he said and you turned around to face him.

‘Yes Mr Shelby?’ you asked nervously.

‘The dress suits you’ he complimented you, causing you to blush.

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All I want for Christmas is you - Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

Request: hiii! can you do modern! tommy and reader spending christmas? thank you!!❤️

Requested by: Anonymous

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is staying with Tommy during the lockdown and, inevitably, the holidays, but he has plans to make her stay last a little longer.

Warnings: Swearing, Modern!AU and more fluff than what you're all used considering my history with angst.

Word Count: 904

A/N: I know, I know, in theory “Highway to Hell” was supposed to be the last Christmas related fic, but @caelys made my heart grow three sizes today, and I’ve received a request for Modern!Tommy, and I miss writing Modern!Tommy, so here we are. I’m sorry if it sounds too OOC, but I was just going with the flow.

Also, I saw that both @blinder-secrets and @pollyrepents were feeling a little down, so I’m going to dedicate it to them and anyone who is feeling a little low today in hopes that some Tommy fluff can get you all a little better.

Feedback is more than appreciated, especially during the holidays.

(Y/N) = Your Name | (Y/L/N) = Your Last Name

English is not my first language and this wasn’t proofread by a beta. If you want to be tagged in my stories, just send me a message.

“Stop complaining and help me put this up,” she said, making Tommy huff.

“I don't know why you're so keen on it,” he complains but gets up to help her settle things on the table, reserving a space for the tablet so they would be able to do the videoconference with the rest of their families.

They wouldn’t be able to visit their relatives because of the lockdown. They weren’t even supposed to be locked up together, it just sort of happened. (Y/N) had been passing more time at his flat than her own, when the new lockdown was announced, Tommy said that it was easier if both of them were in one place together. She said nothing but counted the unusual request as a small victory.

“I just like to have everyone together, Tom. We didn’t have much of that when I was growing up.”

Tommy looked up at her, probably recognizing the hint of pain on her voice, and was quick to walk to her, sneaking his arms around her waist from behind and placing soft kisses on her neck and shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs after a while.

“Don't be,” she answers, smiling.

Her family was... Complicated. She grew up almost without contact with her uncles and aunts, or her grandparents. It was only her brother, their parents, and her.

When she and Tommy started dating the prospect of being near them all gathered together excited her to no end, much to his dismay. Most of the time all he wanted was some time away from his family, even though he loved them dearly and made everything in his power to give them a better life.

“Christmas just lost a lot of sense for me after my mom died,” he confesses, in a low tone as if there were more people in the room and he only wanted her to hear it.

“Do you want to talk about it?” (Y/N) asks, turning around in his embrace and pecking his lips quickly, cradling his face between her hands.

Tommy leans in, kissing her more deeply, swaying with her from side to side for a moment, and then pressing their foreheads together.

“No, I just want you,” he said, bringing her in for another kiss, his hands wandering down her body.

“Tommy,” she warns weekly as his lips trail down her neck, and then before (Y/N) can say anything, the song of a videocall being received rings in the room.

They both look at the tablet to see who it is and Tommy groans, cursing.

“Fuck, why it’s always John?”

Laughing, (Y/N) pulls away from him and goes to answer the call, murmuring a ‘behave’ for him before answering the request.

Despite his complaints, Tommy did enjoy himself during supper. Their families were such a wild contrast: the Shelby’s were all loud and outgoing, the (Y/L/N)’s, calm and collected. (Y/N) always questioned herself why the both of them ended up together.

After midnight, when everyone disconnected and (Y/N) was putting the last things into place, having already changed into her sleeping clothes, she walked into the living room to find Tommy laying on the couch. The only source of light in the room being the Christmas lights and the light from the streets that seeped into the room through the thin curtains.

“Common, let’s go to bed,” she called, walking to him and picking up his hand to pull him off the couch.

“No, let’s stay here,” Tommy pulled her down to him, making her fall onto his chest.

They both giggled, as he rearranged the blanket to cover them both, making her rest her head on his chest, their legs intertwined.

(Y/N) thought that she couldn’t love him more than she already did, but when she looked up and found him already gazing back at her, the glimmer of the Christmas lights on his eyes, and that little smirk on his lips, she knew how wrong she was.

She kissed him, and then snuggled closer to him, in an attempt to pick up some of his warmness. They stayed in silence for what seemed like forever, the feeling of his hand gently moving up and down her back made (Y/N)’s eyes grow heavy, and she was already dozing off when she heard him say,

“I think you should move in,” he announced, simply, making her eyes go wide.

“Well, I think I already did,” she chuckled, with all the intention of going back to sleep.

“No, I mean permanently.”

Leaning on an elbow, (Y/N) blinked the sleep away as she stared back at him.

“What are you on about, Tommy?”

“I don’t want you to go back to your flat after this is over. Want you here, all the time. I want to wake up to you every day and go to sleep with you in my arms every night.”

“Tommy,” she called when he moved to pick up something from the side table.

“You asked me what I wanted for Christmas,” he said, opening the little velvet box in his hands, making her gasp and cover her mouth as her eyes filled with tears. “It’s you. You’re all I want for Christmas and the rest of my days. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you give me the honor of being my wife?”

“Yes,” she answered, unable to contain her tears anymore as she brought their lips together. “Yes, yes, a million times yes.”

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Requested by @maniaisbliss: So you think you could possibly do a modern reader x tommy? Where she travels back in time or something?

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Modern!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, tinnnny bit of OOC Tommy during the begging (ideka), angst, fluff,

Note: I tried writing it like if they just met, but I was out of ideas, until today when sudden inspiration hit and this was created. My apologies for the lateness! I’m so sorry if this is not what you wanted! (I started writing this at 11:30 pm and finished at 12:13 am, so this time I have a reason for saying “sorry if this sucks” 😅)

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Tommy smirked. How did he get himself into this mess? A girl comes from the future, he seduces her, then falls for her, and now is praying, with some form of faith he knows he doesn’t even have, that she may never be presented with an opportunity to return to the future.

He turned, eyes falling along her body, clothed in only a semi-see-through gown, as the sun danced along her skin. It was quite the sight. One he wished he could wake up to every single day. Her hair not kept in the professional do, instead free and what one would call, wild. He admired the vulnerability she allowed him to see, and the fact that he was the one she allowed to see such a thing.

His hand traced her soft skin, “Good morning, love.”

“Morning, Tommy. Any meetings today?”

Thomas almost chuckled at the face of the sleepy woman in front him, very obviously still half asleep and struggling to keep her eyes open. “Just one. At ten I believe. A family meeting.”

She groaned. Definitely awake now.

“Relax,” the chuckle broke free, “you’ll be able to attend one as soon as I put a ring on your finger.”

Y/n paused, then turned to Tommy with wide eyes and a mouth that rested slightly ajar. “What?”

“Damn, did I not inform you of my plan to marry you? How unfortunate. I went out and bought this ring for n-”

“Tommy!!” She smiled, eyes still wide with shock, as he held the box with a quirked eyebrow. “Holy shit! Thomas! You didn’t have to-”

“Oh, but I assure you, I did.” He stood and walked to her side of the bed, lifting her and spinning her before placing a soft kiss to her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck and matching smiles snuck onto their faces. “So, will you, Y/n L/n, marry me?”

“Of course! Yes!” She pulled away as he set her down, and allowed him to slide the ring onto her finger. Y/n walked back to their bed, frowned at the timing on his pocket watch, “Tommy...you did say ten, right?”

“Yes- why?”

“Thomas, it’s a couple minutes past ten! You best hurry!” She laughed and kissed her fiancé goodbye, waving before she shut the door.

“Thomas. Nice of you to join us.”

“Yes, well, I had some business to finish.” John snorted at Tommy’s response, his dirty mind elsewhere, before Esme gave him a small glare.

“I’m serious, Thomas.”

“Good God Esme, do you ever loosen up? Perhaps plan on hopping off Tommy’s back while you’re at it?” Pol had enough with Esme, as, most of the time, usual. “Anyways, Tom, we need to discuss some stuff with the betting shops. So-”

“No. My business first.”

“Esme-”

“No, John, let her say what she has to say.” Thomas was intrigued, caught by the fire in Esme’s eyes. Whatever she had to say, he was interested.

“Y/n. It’s about Y/n.” He froze, eyes narrowing, but nodded for her to continue. Esme smirked a little when she saw Tommy’s jaw clenching. “You proposed to her. As you told us you were going to, am I wrong?”

“No, you’re quite correct, but I don’t see what the meaning of this is.”

“She’s from the future. One day, there’s going to be a way for her to go back home. We all know that,” she looked around the room, raising her shoulders as if it were a fact everyone indeed knew. “Meaning, she gets a chance at going home, and who’s to say she won’t take it? She’ll leave you here, in the 1900s, alone, while she goes back to the future and probably marries some other rich man.”

Tommy clenched his fist and cursed under his breath.

“Tom, don’t listen to her. We’ve all seen it, Y/n loves you, a lot.” Ada tried to comfort her brother.

“No, no, Esme’s right though.” Linda interjected, much to everyone’s dismay. “Even if she does love him, the future is her home. She doesn’t belong here.”

“Arthur, control your wife, please!”

He couldn’t take it, it was bubbling up inside. Esme’s words. Then Linda’s. Polly sped over to Tommy and tried to calm him. She rubbed his back and asked him if he was alright, but her voice became quieter, drowned out by the words repeated in varieties such as mutters, shouts, and more.

Why hadn’t he thought of it before? She was from the future, and he was in what was his present time.

His breathing became off. Anger. Then hurt. Then regret. He needed her. Her reassurance. Her comfort. He just needed to know that they were wrong without actually needing to ask.

Finally, there was only a couple more days until the wedding was to take place. Tommy had gotten the care that needed, many nights ago. When he returned with such worry, Y/n almost thought he’d gone bonkers. She held him close to her that night, and promised him she’d never let anything come between them.

Word had gotten out. Specifically, word of Y/n’s way home spread to the Shelby family. The people who were involved in the accidental time-travel requested that the Shelby family meet them by a water well near the edge of what Tommy was sure to be the middle of nowhere. They wanted Y/n to be the only person there, to take her back to the future and never return again.

It would be wrong for Tommy not to tell her. And so he did. He wished he had another choice, but he wanted her to be happy. He pulled her aside, told her the news, and left her to decide on her own.

She met them at the car and climbed into the back. Y/n held a frown on her face. Though happy to go home, she felt something was... wrong, in a way. They neared the said well and Tommy helped her out.

“Y/n...” His hands rested on her waist. “We could stall, ya know?”

“Tommy- don’t make this harder than it already is...”

“’M sorry...” He pulled her in for one last kiss, allowing his tears to fall, finally. She was going home, he should be happy for her, but a part of him wanted to order his brothers to destroy whatever was going to be Y/n’s transportation home. “Stay safe for me, alright?”

She nodded and pecked his lips again, wiping away her tears. “Don’t die...promise?”

A small smile appeared on his face, “I promise.”

He watched her turn and walk into the fog. Tommy tried to study the actions between the two and Y/n; he could see their silhouettes, but not them completely. He squinted, watching the taller of the pair point to somewhere out of Tommy’s view.

He couldn’t hear anything, but he knew they were talking.

“Come, Miss L/n, we’re bringing you home.”

Y/n’s thoughts finally clicked. The memories of the events during her time in the 1900s raced past each other, showing her glimpses of things. Things she’d possibly miss. Tommy’s proposal. The wedding that was supposed to be in a number of days. Something she’d definitely miss. Somebody she’d definitely miss.

“I am home.”

“What?!”

“I’m staying.”

The female, shorter figure of the two, questioned Y/n, “You accidentally stumbled into one of our experiments, causing you to be zapped or whatever into the 1900s, then we spend a long time creating a way to bring you back, let’s not forget all the science and math that took, with our education at stake, and you want to stay?”

Y/n nodded, “Precisely.” She turned back to the car, racing as fast as she could, crossing her fingers with the hope that he hadn’t left.

Tommy was just about to turn around, walk back to the car, go to the betting shop, face defeat, admit Esme was right, but he noticed one of the silhouettes running at him. The figure became more prominent, the familiar view reaching his line of sight.

“Y/n? W-” She cut him off by jumping into his arms and connecting their lips. He spun her around, like the morning he asked her to marry him, and smiled into the kiss. They pulled away, breathless, but he continued to hold her. “I thought you were going home?”

“You are my home, silly.”

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psycheswritings · 4 years

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Rumor Has It

Title: Rumor Has It Fandom: Peaky Blinders (Modern!AU) Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader Warnings: Smut, smoking, drinking. Word Count: 3172 Author's Note: Please, be gentle with me, it's been a while since I wrote a sex scene, so it might not be the best. But I was feeling like it, so here it is. This is a Modern!AU, the reader is a cop working undercover and Tommy is working with them as a informant of some kind. As always, this haven’t been proofread, so feel free to report any mistakes back to me. Also, your feedback is also highly appreciated I really want to hear what you think of it. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

Summary: (Y/N) goes undercover in a attempt to get information to take down Sabibi and ends up in a rather delicate situation, only to be saved by the one and only, Thomas Shelby. However, the outcome of his actions may lead to something she wasn't expecting - the admission that she had developed feelings for the Brummie gangster.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sabini, but she is already taken for the night.” From all the things (Y/N) expected when she had gone undercover, the last of them was that Thomas Shelby would come to her rescue. But that was what he had just done.

She had been serving drinks all night, dressed in a tight and revealing outfit in one of Alfie’s clubs. Rumor had it that Sabini and Solomons would be meeting there tonight to work out some business deal – information provided by the Jew, himself. Alfie had been working with the police for quite some time now, he had made himself a good deal to not root in jail and in the time that she had to work with him, (Y/N) had actually grown fond of the man.

Thomas Shelby – and all the Shelby clan, for that matter – was an entirely different thing. The head of the Peaky Blinders was arrogant, overconfident and a helpless womanizer. However, the Shelby’s had connections - connections that the intelligence could use to get to bigger fish - so (Y/N) had to get used with them around.

What she never got used to was the way Tommy’s eyes always seemed to find her in a room, always lingering a moment too long before moving away, how he always seemed to be able to irritate her to no end even when he wasn’t doing anything at all. Oswald had said that it could only be one thing: attraction, but (Y/N) refused to believe she could fall for the enemy – even when said enemy was, in fact, working with them.

She wasn’t informed that he would be there tonight. Again, it could be a last minute thing, it usually happened in this kind of operation and she most certainly hated it. (Y/N) liked to know about things beforehand so she could prepare herself in how to react to it. That’s why she was so pissed off when she saw Thomas sitting at the same table as Alfie and Sabini. She was supposed to stay nearby and distract the Italian enough for him to slip information so intelligence could make a move.

Things were going well, despite the unexpected presence. She had stayed nearby, serving their table and the other ones close, Sabini had followed her movements more than once - everything was going smoothly. That is until he decided to make a move and try to have her for the night.

She looked at Alfie that was already looking at her. They both knew that he couldn’t do anything or it would arouse suspicion. If she refused his invitation she could blow her cover, if she accepted it she would certainly do it because there was no way in hell that she would sleep with him. For a moment time seemed to freeze while she tried to think about what to do, but Tommy worked faster.

After he had made his claim, Tommy beckoned her to come closer. (Y/N) had no alternative but to play along, so she walked to him. It was known that some of the girls working in the club used to go home with clients – if for money or just fun it was another matter – so it wasn’t unusual for them to sit with both men and women in the tables around the room. Alfie said that it made them spend more money than they regularly would, so he allowed it. Regardless, it drew a lot of attention around the room when Thomas Shelby all but pulled her into his lap.

She made a special effort to do it graciously, wrapping her arms around his neck while he rested his hands on her, one sprawled over her lower back and one on her exposed thigh, displayed in front of him. The Italian all but laughed before talking directly to Tommy.

“You certainly don’t play with your meal, do you Mr. Shelby?” Tommy’s answer was a sideway smirk. Then he pulled a pack of cigarettes from the table along with the lighter. As if on cue, (Y/N) took the cigarette from the man’s hands bringing it to her lips and lightening it, taking a drag before giving it back to him, all the while looking into his eyes, that seemed to become a shade darker. The display was enough to erase any doubts that Sabini could have had. “You sure you’ll be focused enough to do business with that beauty in your lap, Shelby?”

“I’m very sure that I’ll be even more focused to finish this faster so we can get out of here.” There was a playful tone in his voice but she could sense his discomfort. The other man at the table laughed and continued the conversation as if she wasn’t there. At least now she could hear better what they were talking about.

They played along this game for quite some time. It wasn’t the easiest of things – this part of the job never was – the sideway looks directed to them, the lingering touches, the smell of him that seemed to invade her nostrils every time he made a move to take his glass from the table. (Y/N) had to reprehend herself more than once for letting herself get distracted during the job, but it was difficult to focus on anything but Tommy when he was so close or when he made his personal job to touch her skin whenever he could.

When they were done, Alfie quickly excused himself and disappeared into the crowd, leaving them alone with Sabini, who seemed quite amused by the sight in front of him. He had already moved his attention into another one of the female waitresses. Before the Italian could say anything, Thomas made his move.

“Now, if you excuse us, Mr. Sabini. I wish to take this beautiful lady out of this place as quick as possible.” She got up and, in a moment, he was right behind her, his left hand securely placed on her waist, the other he extended to the Italian. The older man simply shook it, smiling.

“Be my guest, Mr. Shelby. If I had a woman as beautiful as her I would have already left.” Thomas guided her to the exit, nodding to a few people in his way out. One of the security guards handed (Y/N) her purse before they reached the main doors - Alfie’s courtesy, she was sure. When they were already outside, Tommy took her to his car, opening the door for her to enter. Her phone started ringing and she didn’t needed to look at the screen to know that it was her boss.

“Good job at the club, (Y/N). We recorded everything, this will help to set an operation to take Sabini down.” She knew by the tone of his voice that there was more and that she wasn’t going to like it. “Tommy saved your cover over there and for you to maintain it you’ll have to go to his hotel with him. I know the situation isn’t ideal, but it’s a means to an end.” (Y/N) let out a loud breath massaging her forehead with her free hand. Thomas had just entered the car, closing his door and by the smirk in his face he already knew about the plan.

“I understand, Sir.”

“See you tomorrow, then.” She turned off the phone and closed her eyes for a moment. This had to be a nightmare.

“I guess we are going to mine, then?” The look (Y/N) gave him could have made any man run for his life but all he did was laugh before starting the car.

“Just shut up and drive, Shelby.” The ride to his hotel was mostly quiet after that. She just ignored that she was sitting beside the Brummie gangster in his expensive car, riding to his hotel were she would have to share a room with him. Anything to keep her mind of thinking what she would do when the two of them were truly alone.

When they arrived in front of the hotel, one of the valets opened the door for (Y/N) to step out of the car just to be quickly replaced by Thomas himself. He only murmured a short “to keep the appearances” to her before he placed his hand into her lower back one more time, guiding her inside. She noticed the glances towards then when they walked to the front desk. (Y/N) found it odd, after all she couldn’t be the first woman that he had brought back here. She certainly wasn’t the most beautiful, since she had been with that horse trainer not long ago. The concierge gave him the key without a second thought and the both of them headed to the elevator.

He didn’t take his hands off of her when the doors of the lift closed in front of them or when they walked through the hall to his room. The heat of his palm on her skin was giving her goosebumps and for the first time (Y/N) thought that Oswald could be right, after all.

Thomas opened the door for her and she entered without taking a second glance at him. She took a sit on the recamiér at the end of the bed, promptly taking off her shoes. When she lifted her gaze, she found Tommy standing still in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, looking at her. They just held each other gazes for a moment before he asked.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you.” Her prompt answer surprised them both.

“Well, you certainly despise me them. Have I done something for you to feel that badly about me?” (Y/N) blinked once, twice before she could answer him.

“I don’t know why I feel that way about you. I just do.” He laughed without humor and turned away to pour himself a drink. After that, he walked to the massive frameless window that displayed the view of the city, sipping his whisky while staring out. (Y/N) just stared into nothing for a couple of minutes, before getting up to go to the bathroom. It was going to be a long night.

She didn’t made it to the door before his hands were on her again. He twirled her around, her chest colliding with his, looking into her eyes before he crashed his lips on hers. Her arms went around his neck once more and before she could process what was happening, (Y/N) was already responding to the kiss.

Thomas’s lips were demanding, moving against hers with a fervor that she haven’t experienced in a while. He held her as close as humanly possible and even that didn’t seemed enough for them. His hands reached the back of her top, opening it with mastery and (Y/N) never thought that her body could react so quickly to someone else’s touch. When they parted for air, he looked straight into her eyes.

“Then say to me, say to me that you don’t feel this thing between us. Say to me that you don’t want me to touch you, that you don’t want me to have you, because there is no other way of stopping me, (Y/N/N).” She just stared back at him, at loss for words. “Because every time I see you all I want is to kiss you and show everyone around that you are mine. Because back at the club when Sabini said that he wanted to have you for the night all I wanted was to get up from that chair and beat him until he stopped breathing. Because everything I wanted since the moment that I laid my eyes on you in this tight little outfit was to rip it out off of you and have you in all the ways that I know.”

There in his hotel room, in the middle of the night, looking at his blue irises swirling with desire, (Y/N) left herself acknowledge the truth that she had been hiding since she met him: she was falling for Thomas Shelby.

“Then have me.” Her voice was hoarse with her own need, barely a whisper, but he heard her loud and clear. His lips found hers in the blink of an eye and his fingers made quick work of removing her top. She mimicked his actions, making quick work in taking off his vest and unbuttoning his shirt, more than grateful that he had already discarded his jacket and the gun holster. In the meantime, his hands explored her upper body with a tenderness that she wasn’t prepared for.

He found her breasts in an instant, massaging them before playing with her peaked nipples. The calloused skin of his fingers made (Y/N) moan against his lips. She could feel him smiling at the sound but she couldn’t care less at the moment - he could brag all he wanted if he continued to make her feel this way.

She slipped the shirt from his torso and threw it on the floor, tugging his undershirt off of his trousers just as quickly. They stopped kissing just enough for him to tug the garment off to have the same destiny as the others. He led her to the bed, unzipping her skirt in the way there and sliding it off her before she settled in the middle of the mattress. Then he took off his own trousers before climbing in after her.

He kissed her as if she was the only woman for him in the whole world and, for a moment, (Y/N) wondered if that was the way every other woman that he had had in his bed felt, because damn, Thomas certainly knew what he was doing. He didn’t gave her much time for second guessing though, his lips traveled from hers to her neck - biting, sucking and licking the skin there until she was moaning mess. Then he moved to her chest, kissing the valley of her breasts before taking one of her nipples in his mouth all the while one of his hands massaged the other, alternating between them. (Y/N) closed her eyes, biting her lips to prevent a moan to leave them, her hands founding their way to his short hair and them it was his time to left out a soft moan.

When his ministrations were done, he trailed down, leaving wet kisses all over the skin of her belly, he stopped when he found the lace of her panties. Looking up, right into her eyes, he hooked his fingers on each side of the garment and started to bring it down her legs. The hunger in his eyes made (Y/N) remember of a predator looking at his prey and the devil be damned, she wanted to be devoured by him.

He didn��t lose time in diving in, bringing her knees up and pushing her closer, his mouth quickly finding its way to her core. Tommy took his time tasting her, kissing, nibbling and lapping before he went to her clit. (Y/N) grabbed the sheets into her fists when she felt him suck the nub of nerves into his mouth, right before inserting a finger inside of her.

She clenched her muscles in pure reflex and couldn’t hold back the loud moan that left her lips. He smiled, she felt him smile, and all she wanted was to wipe that grin out of his lips but, again, he didn’t gave her time to think when he inserted another finger into her and she could do nothing to prevent his name from coming out of her lips. When her orgasm came, it hit her like a wave. (Y/N) felt like she was drowning, drowning in pleasure brought to her by the man she swore to despise.

Tommy didn’t stopped until her breath came back to normal after she had rode out her pleasure. Even then, after wiping his mouth on his arm and crawling to kiss her, his fingers were still inside of her. (Y/N) clawed at him, her nails digging into the skin on his back while she tasted herself on his tongue.

He lifted himself off her, getting up from the bed to take off his boxers and take a condom, opening the package and rolling it in before climbing back to her. She took him in for a kiss while he adjusted himself above her, rubbing his cock into her wetness making her bite his bottom lip in want. Thomas rubbed his tip into her clit and (Y/N) cried out in pleasure. She was soaking wet, the need to feel him was unbearable, so she grabbed his face and made him look at her.

“I need you inside me.” His pupils seemed to expand even more, hiding some of the blue. “Now.” He obeyed her wishes and entered her wetness slowly, deliberately, inch by inch, looking into her eyes as he did so and although all she wanted was to close her eyes, she fought the urge to maintain eye contact. It was worth it, to see the pleasure painted on his handsome face, to see him fighting the same urge to close his eyes. Then he pulled out just as slowly as he had entered her, picking up a rhythm of going in and out of her. Grabbing one of her thighs and bringing it up, holding it beside his ribs, (Y/N) could swear she saw stars.

However, her patience was running thin and she was having none of that slow pace so she distracted him with a kiss and rolled them over, landing on top of him. The surprised look on his face was priceless and (Y/N) would cherish that moment for a long time. She reached between the both of them to take him in her hand, seizing the opportunity to pump him a few times, making him shut his eyes in pure bliss, a loud moan reverberating in the room, before sinking down onto his length.

She was not sure if the cry of pleasure came from her or him, but at this point, it did not matter anymore. His hands found her hips while she found her own tempo, her hands resting into his chest for support, holding each other gazes until the pleasure was too much to handle and they closed their eyes, bracing themselves for what was to come. (Y/N) fell into his chest, nestling her head in the crock of his neck, her core clenching around him eliciting a moan of her name from him before they were both spent.

A few moments passed before she took herself off of him. Then he made his leave to the bathroom to discharge the condom and clean himself. (Y/N) searched for her panties, putting them on and adjusting herself underneath the covers. Tommy soon joined her, bringing her closer, his arms around her, the baby blue of his eyes staring back at her. None of them said nothing, but there was no need – they just knew.

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ryuzakemo128 · 2 years

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Peaky Blinders Incorrect Quotes Part Seventeen

(Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine/ Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen )

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Red: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

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Red: Quitting! It's like trying, but easier.

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Red: We call that a traumatic experience. Red, turning to Alfie: Not a "bruh moment". Red, turning to Aberama: Not "sadge". Red, turning to Thomas: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

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Thomas: My stomach growled super loud in French. Thomas: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class. Red: Bonjour. Alfie: Le growl. Aberama: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

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Thomas: We need a way to lure in new customers? Alfie: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events! Red: Aberama bath water. Aberama: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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*In a horror movie situation* Thomas: I've got no service in my phone here. Aberama: Shoot, my battery just died. Red: Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer. Alfie: Guys, my phone is a book.

Red: Those darn tall old people. Aberama: Darn em' indeed. Thomas: Don't worry, they'll be gone soon enough. Alfie: *sharpening knife* Yes. Dead. The Squad:.....................

Alfie: Hahaha. Alfie: ...Is this self-destructive behavior?

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Red, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it- Alfie, whispering: Should we call the exorcist? Aberama, also singing: The taste of his cherry Chapstick. Thomas, appalled: Call the exorcist.

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Aberama: How did none of you hear what I just said?! Red: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Alfie: I got distracted halfway through. Thomas: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Red: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess. Thomas: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to? Aberama: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit. Alfie: Guys.

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Thomas: *Gasp* Aberama: wHAT?? Thomas: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish? Aberama: *inhales* Alfie, in another room with Red: Why can I hear screeching?

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Aberama: What is love? Thomas: An emotional minefield. Alfie: A neurochemical reaction. Red: Baby don't hurt me.

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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle. Aberama, with Red and Thomas behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?! Police: Yes…three. Aberama: Oh, my God— What the fuck!? Police: Wha- Aberama: Alfie FUCKING FELL OFF!

Red: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?! Thomas: Merry crisis. Aberama: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way. Alfie: Hoe hoe hoe. Red: Guys, please.

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Alfie: Are you laughing at that video of Red and Aberama fighting? Thomas: No. Thomas: I'm laughing at the comments.

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Thomas: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container. Red: The cow?? Thomas:What? Alfie: Red, W H Y?

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Alfie, writing in a letter: "I'm going to kick.. your... ass." Alfie: THERE. Now send it. Thomas:: Dude, your handwriting's terrible, are you sure you want to- Alfie: JUST DO IT! A few moments later Aberama: So what does it say? Red, reading the letter: They say they're going to "lick my...." Aberama:..... Red:..... Aberama: Gross-

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Thomas: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am- Red: A doll. Aberama: A cinnamon roll. Alfie: A sweetheart. Thomas:...... Thomas: ...stop it.

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Alfie: How late were you up last night? Thomas & Aberama, in tandem: Me? Alfie: No, not you two. You stay up late all the time. Alfie, to Red: You.

Red: No later than usual?

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Red: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there was no pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.

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Red: Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, bye!

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Red: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.

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Red, texting: Don't worry, I have your phone! Text me when you're gonna come get it!

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Thomas, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

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Thomas: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies. Red: You’re too young to have enemies. Thomas: You don’t even know.

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Thomas: And what do I get out of this? Red: I will give you a dollar. Thomas: What do you think I am? A chump? I would never do it for a dollar! Red: How bout two dollars? Thomas: You got yourself a deal.

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Thomas: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times. Red: You mean you stabbed them? Thomas: They ran into my knife.

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Red: So, Thomas, do you have a crush on anyone? Thomas: The only crush I have is this crushing anxiety.

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Thomas: Oooh, a train! Red: We’re in a train station, Thomas.

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Thomas: You’re an idiot. Red: That’s the charm.

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Red: "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield." Thomas: Opposite over hypotenuse. Thomas: Dipshit.

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Thomas: Red! This soup is flaccid! Red: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!

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Thomas: Hello Red, made anyone cry today? Red: Sadly, no. But it’s only 4:30.

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Red: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them? Thomas: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them. Red: Okay yeah thanks Thomas, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

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Red: All snacks are gone. Thomas: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

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koressecretidentity · 4 years

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THE BUSINESS DEAL

Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: None, some swear words

Word count: 1038

Characters: Thomas Shelby, (Y/N) (L/N)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x (Y/N) (L/N)

Reader gender: Female

A/N: English is still not my first language, forgive me for grammar or spelling mistakes.

Do you want a part 2? Please let me know in the comments or in an ask or a PM... I’m willing to make this a small series.

italics is most of the time a memory or it indicates an emphasis but that’s pretty clear.

Credits to @starlight-boo for giving me inspiration!

Edit is mine! DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST THIS WORK. REBLOG IS ALWAYS WELCOME

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The Garrison.

A sign and a name that simply could not be ignored in these parts of England.

The Shelby family basically owned Birmingham and were making their way up to London with their gin company. It was a booming business with lots of concurrency, especially in London. But lately, Tommy Shelby, the CEO of the Shelby Company Ltd. had stumbled upon one of the biggest concurrences he has ever had the pleasure to try and deal with.

(Y/n) (L/n). A well known woman in the south part of London with her own company in not only the gin distillery, but also car factories.

Tommy still remembered the first meeting. It had been quite a surprise because he had been expecting Mr. (L/n) instead of his daughter.

(Y/n) made her way over to the table the moment she arrived at the restaurant.

Her father had passed away last night and while she was still mourning his passing, she didn’t want the business to fail because of her grief. So she didn’t call it off and honestly, the surprised look on Mr. Shelby’s face had been worth it.

“(L/n)?” he asked a little hesitantly while standing up from his seat and holding out a hand for her to shake.

(Y/n) took his hand and shook it once, firmly and with a polite smile.

“You expected my father,” she simply said while they both sat down and Tommy shrugged.

“I won’t lie to you; I did indeed expect a man to dine with.”

(Y/n) laughed lightly and shook her head a little.

“It’s 2020, Mr. Shelby, not 1920.”

Tommy eyed the woman up and down. So far, she hadn’t really given him a reason to trust her. She just came here, sat down and said she was a (Y/l), but for all he knew, he was sitting here with an assassin.

“That,” (Y/n) continued and got more serious, “And my father passed away last night.”

“Then why did you come?”

“Because I needed a distraction.”

That’s all he was that day. A distraction from her sadness. They had dined together and talked business. Once they had made a deal, they had talked about some other, more trivial things. He noticed how ambitious (Y/n) was – almost just as ambitious as he was.

And it was only after she had told him that he had to call her ‘(Y/n)’ – and he had said the same – that they parted ways. By then, it was almost 10 PM.

They had talked for about 4 hours and Tommy hadn’t even noticed.

Leave alone the messages he had gotten from his worried family whom he had told he’d be done by 7, 8 at its latest.

Oh what an evening that had been.

And how little he had actually come to know about (Y/n) (L/n).

And oh… How much she had come to know about Tommy Shelby.

She had come to know all about his first wife.

She had come to know about how he had started his business.

She had come to know how far he has climbed the social ladder.

(Y/n) (L/n) walked through the doors of the Garrison and took in her surroundings.

Tommy had called her earlier that week and asked to meet up.

Just another business meeting to let the two partners get to know one another better.

That, and he had something to tell and ask (Y/n) as well.

And (Y/n) had agreed because she needed to tell and ask Tommy something as well.

“Glad you could make it, (Y/n),” Tommy said as he stood up from his seat once more and approached her.

(Y/n) smiled at Tommy and they took a seat. Tommy got them both some gin and they sat there for a while. Both silent and enjoying their respective drinks.

“So,” Tommy said after some time, “How do you like the Shelby gin, eh?”

(Y/n) laughed at that and shook her head a little.

“It’s enjoyable, but definitely not as good as the (L/n) gin.” She chuckled.

Of course Tommy didn’t laugh – or smile for that matter – but he did hum a little and nodded.

He hadn’t expected a different answer and had simply humored her.

“What if we combine the two companies?” He said, “We could make the best gin in England, ship worldwide and become the most well known gin company in Europe and then the world.”

(Y/n) hummed lightly, a smile playing on her lips while she shook her head.

“Remember what I told you a few weeks ago? (L/n) doesn’t do co-owning.”

“No I know you don’t, you’ve told me that, yes. But what if I told you there was no other option.”

(Y/n) frowned and shook her head more fiercely. Of course there was another option, there always was.

“We need to get married.”

(Y/n) sat there in shock. No emotion on her face as she simply blinked a few times at Tommy.

Was he serious? They? This was their second business meeting. Not a fucking date.

“You’re not serious.” She deadpanned and kept staring at Tommy as if he was wearing a fucking chicken suit while dancing an Irish jig.

“I am very serious, Ms. (L/n).”

(Y/n) sighed and bowed her head for a second.

“It would be easy for me,” she admitted hesitantly, “My father’s last wish was for me to get married in order to keep the business…”

“What kind of bullshit is that?”

“I guess the same bullshit as you got yourself in to; why do you need to marry?”

“Let’s make a deal,” Tommy said without a beat and sat up straighter while he lit a cigarette and took a long drag. He exhaled it slowly as he assessed her for a bit with his eyes.

He smacked his lips as he leaned towards her his blue eyes found (e/c) ones and the silence went on for some more seconds.

“You don’t ask me about my bullshit, I don’t ask you about yours and we get married within a month.”

It was quiet for a bit. (Y/n) weighed out the little options she had.

“You’ve got a deal Mr. Shelby.”

Tommy took her hand and shook it once more.

“A toast to our deal, future Mrs. Shelby.”

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Feast for Eyes

Pairing: Modern/Thomas Shelby x female Reader

Summary: Thomas comes after a long day home.

Warning: Pure Smut

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n. Requests are open!!!

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

He was born under Capricorn when the full moon ruled over the land. His bright blue eyes flickered in delight, stepped out of his vehicle, knew you were standing behind the wooden door of the cabin waiting for his return after a long day in the town. The air was brimming with coldness and even if the crispy air did not affect him, dressed in a dark suit, he desired to find himself in the house’s warmth, in your arms, listening to the soft tones of the howling wind. Thomas walked fast and knocked on the door three times before you opened it with a sincere smile spreading across your delicate features kissed by the beam of the rising moon behind the dense forest.

The wood sang in the fireplace of light stones; the logs resting in a basket next to it. You stepped back, allowed him to enter the warm cabin in the woods. A low laugh escaped your lips. He placed his hands on your waist and forbid you to dare to move away, forbid you to dare to move away.

Gently, Thomas placed his lips on yours, sucked on your bottom lip as his hand wandered across the small of your back. Inhaling deeply his scent, you closed your eyes in delight, reminding you of damp moss and rotting leaves in the middle of autumn. His keen ears heard how your blood was rushing through your body, felt goose skin spreading on your flesh under his touch, wasn´t sure if it was because of the cold wind or his touch. You lowered your gaze, and a nearly scolding sound escaped him as he placed his index finger under your chin, forbidding you to look at your hands as your fingers played nervously with each other. His piercing blue eyes shifted, shone darker with lust. A devious smirk spread across his features, remembered the photos you had sent him, remembered every word, every written syllable and the promise you had made to wait for him. Thomas´ eyes scanned over your face and then wandered south, examined your exposed skin partly hidden under the fluffy bathrobe in dark crimson tones, his favourite colour, saw the dark coloured underwear.

You followed his hand as he lowered his fingers on your skin, danced over your skin carefully and stopped at the thin belt of your robe and let it fall to the side. You ignored the fact he was still wearing his from snow graced shoes, ignored the puddles of water he left behind as he forced you harshly deeper into the house, knew you wanted it too, could practically feel it, saw it in your eyes veiled with lust and unspoken desire.

His pointed tongue flicked over his lips, sucked in your scent of flowers and let the robe fall to the ground with one swift movement. Eyes filled with lust settled on you. His dark shiny hair, wet by melting snow, fell down, glued to his burning skin. No sound of discomfort escaped you as his free hand clasped yours, tightened his grip around your wrist and pushed you towards the stairs. He knew your borders would only dare to cross them if the sweetest of all words would escape your throat, begging him to be harsher. You moaned softly, and it was music to his ears as he lowered you on the king-sized bed. He loosened his grip, watched your delicate features in the dim light entering through the open door into the room whose walls were dark as the trees of the forest surrounding the cabin. Thomas shifted above you, let go of your body and rose. Smirking he moved away from the bed with slow steps, elegantly the tall man dressed in a dark suit walked. Facing you with his lust gleaming eyes, he got rid of his heavy dark coat on which once snow had settled down. His muscles were prominent, and for a brief moment, you thought they would soon pierce through the dark material of the button down, dark as the night, darker than the darkest of souls. He loosened the equally coloured tie, stared down on it and played with a thought he knew you would like with a smirk spreading in waves across his face. You shivered in delight, couldn’t for the most of time read him like an open book and waited with excitement, would punish you for daring to send him the pictures of your lovely body.

Playing with the first of the buttons, Thomas stepped closer. His dominant muscles broke through the night. You grew weaker under his gaze, thinking to see his pounding heart colliding violently against his toned chest. He smelled of burning wood, of coal, of a forest after a long rainy night. His gaze forbids you to move, to dare to touch yourself, and then you realised that your right hand moved towards your breast. No words needed to fall, to cross borders. His belt fell to the ground. The sound made you shiver. You felt the mattress sinking under his weight. His typical grin was prominent on his features, deviously, seductive yet filled with love and adoration.

The smirk grew even wider, saw you had witnessed the tie he was clutching tightly in his not dominant hand and showed with his eyes to present your hands to him, wanted to tie them above your head, secure them tightly to forbid to touch him, needed to punish you for your behaviour. Fire rose in his eyes as you obeyed quietly. You whined under his touch as his fingers clasped your wrists harshly and tied them together high above your head. Unevenly, your chest fell and rose. You couldn’t help yourself. Searching for friction, you arched your back, longing for his body towering over you, longing for his hands to roam your body, to the long-discovered places of your body. Thomas muffled your low whimpers with his lips, pressed them harshly on yours with such a tenderness you thought for a brief moment somebody else was above you. Thomas groaned into the kiss, feeling his manhood harden, listening to his serene, to you.

His left hand roamed your body, felt your burning flesh under his touch and cupped your breast hidden under the dark material. Thomas travelled down your cheek with his right hand, let go of your breast, and placed one last kiss on your plum lips.

He wasn’t gently anymore, turned harsher with each passing moment, applied rougher touches to your sensitive breasts and stopped with a scolding look on his features as your tied hands wanted to reach out to him, wanting to press him closer to your exposed chest. Slowly he rose, his torso no longer touching your skin.

A low groan escaped your sore throat as his hand left your body. A tear of sweat travelled down your temple and vanished in the ocean of your hair.

Pleading you looked up as your lips wanted to form words but before the first syllable could escape you witnessed the burning fire in his eyes. His hands framed your torso, his tongue wetting his curled lips as they formed silent words filled with love. His large palms settled on your knees. Gently he drew patterns on your exposed legs, travelled north and south and stopped again on your knees. Slowly, he moved closer to your and even slower spread your legs wide open. His hands moved towards your bra and stopped. You groaned, wanting to force him to touch your breasts.

Seductive, slowly his hand moved south, roamed your body with his large palm, felt the rougher getting skin under his skilled touch. You bucked your hips as his touch roughened, spreading overwhelming pleasure. You gasp out loud, fingers balling into fists, wanting to bury your fingers deep into his hair, force him to come closer, to kiss you, to steal your breath.

You made him smile, sincerely, from the deepest depths of his heart. You couldn’t normalise your breath, thought for a quick moment you weren’t breathing at all as his fingers stopped to travel down your body and played with the hem of your lace underwear. Lustfully, he looked down at you; you didn’t fear the glowing eyes. He pulled on your underwear. Suddenly he stopped, smirked with a scolding look and pushed with ease your hands to the place they belong. You shiver in excitement; his pupils dark, darker than before, pierced through the night. He bites on his lower lip and a drop of blood escaped. Your underwear vanished. Nearly a scream escaped your lips as his hands clasped harshly around your waist, no longer touching your hips and pulled you closer to him. You closed your eyes, feeling his manhood touching your skin.

You forbid your hands to rise again, desiring to touch him, to leave deep marks on his flesh, claim him as yours, wanting to everybody to see he belonged to you. Slowly Thomas lowered himself, his breath brushes your cheek. His hand moved down between your bodies, didn’t need a map to find the sensitive bud. Thomas sucked on your skin, placed delicate kisses on your body, sucked on your flesh, left darkening marks behind on his way across your body. His fingers trace patterns on the inner side of your legs, making you shiver in delight. Searching for friction, you buck your hips and again he pushes you back onto the mattress. Gently he runs his index finger over your exposed womanhood, feelings what he had done to you, which effect he had on your body. Thomas leaves your torso, his eyes travelling across the traces he had left, saw it darkening in the dim light. His hands are rough. His breath brushes your sensitive parts, pushes you deeper into the soft fabric. Moaning, you press your lips to a fine line. Embarrassed, you lowered your gaze, heard the desperate sounds.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick and heavy.

You blush, no words escape your throat. The grin on his lips widens, leans over, towers above your body. Your eyes widen as he lowers himself closer to your dripping womanhood with a smirk.

Pushing your legs farther apart, he plays for a moment with the thoughts to free your hands from his tie, but he enjoys it too much to see you desperate for his body. His warm breath brushes your wet core. His touch stopped. Nearly embarrassed, you looked down as his tongue touches your inner leg. Piercing eyes bore into you, making you shiver, feeling the unevenness spreading on you. Your breath quickened, his tongue moved delicately over your wet folds, dips his tongue deep into your warmth. Feasting on you, his eyes stayed on you, trying to force you to look at him. You moan loudly, no longer able to keep your voice low. It was music to his ears. Feeling him grinning, you groan. He dives back, deeper than before, pushing your legs apart as they cage him. Thomas´ right-hand moves south, crossed the borders of exposed skin and freed your boob, playing with your nipple as you slowly melt under his touch. Pinching you moan in delight. His hand stopped to rise, forcing you harshly back onto the bed where you belong. His other hand joins his actions, rubbing your clit with his thumb rougher, pushing you harder, forcing you to fall over the cliff in his arms.

“You are close.” he wanted it to sound like a question, but it sounded more like a fact, knowing the answer.

Harshly yet carefully, he pushes one finger into you, fills you, making you scream, followed by another one, moves in and out, quick enough to make you squirm, longing for realise. He stretched you wider with another finger as he stopped to touch your breast. You curse under his touch, screaming in delight. Feeling empty, you looked up, not understanding why he stopped, close to falling into oblivion, into his darkness, into his arms. You lower your gaze. He had risen from the mattress.

An uncomfortable feeling spreads through your body. Looking up, you realise what had happened, saw his dark tie next to your body, no longer holding you captive. Smiling, he lowers himself slowly, adjusting himself between your legs. Gently, he strokes your left cheek. Groaning, you arch your back. He thrusts deep into you, filling you entirely, stretching you wide. You bury your hands deep in his hair. Nearly aggressively, you push him closer to your chest, feeling him colliding with your nipples. Screaming out in delight, he touches the right places. You claim his lips, feeling his tongue brushing your bottom lip.

Your chest is heavy, eyes full of ecstasy, dripping with lust. The orgasm washes over you, screaming in raw delight, in ecstasy as he thrusts deep into you. Sweat dances down his face as he chases you over the cliff, not stopping as he feels you milking him, feeling his seed coating your inner walls. He watches your body relax under his touch as he pulls out. Feeling fuzzy, he places his lips onto yours, cups your face and breathes words into your ear, making you close your eyes, nearly daring to fall asleep.

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ryuzakemo128 · 2 years

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Peaky Blinders Incorrect Quotes (Part Three)

(Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten)

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Thomas Shelby: You’re not jealous, are you? Red: No! Thomas Shelby: Good, ‘cause I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful.

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Red: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. Thomas Shelby: Aren't you forgetting something? Red: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Thomas Shelby's forehead before running out.* Thomas Shelby: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

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Red: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers? Thomas Shelby: Peonies, why? Red:

Thomas Shelby: Were you going to get me flowers? Red:

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Red: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

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*Thomas Shelby and Red are in Paris.* Thomas Shelby: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny? Red: But... Thomas Shelby: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and... Red: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception? Thomas Shelby: Yeah. Red: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe. Thomas Shelby: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION. Red: Okay, alright.

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Thomas Shelby: Why don’t you go talk to them? Red, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure. Thomas Shelby: What? So you go tell them they’re cute, what’s the worst that could happen? Red: They could hear me.

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Red: Can you cut me some slack, Thomas Shelby? I’m sort of in love. Thomas Shelby: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem. Red: I’m in love with you. Thomas Shelby: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

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Thomas Shelby: That was so hot, Red. Red: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenerate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. Thomas Shelby: I'm so in love with you.

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Thomas Shelby: How much did you spend on this date? Red: $1400. But all of it's on credit cards, so it's like $5 a month for the next 2,000 years.

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Thomas Shelby: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Red: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Thomas Shelby: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Red: Is it working?

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Thomas Shelby: Remember, Red, don't do anything I wouldn't do. Red: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

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Red: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you. Thomas Shelby: That's great, Red. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

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Red: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine. Thomas Shelby: Marry me.

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Red: You have to apologize to them Thomas Shelby. Thomas Shelby: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

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Red: Hey, Thomas, what do you think it would be like if we had kids? Thomas: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly. Red: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it? Thomas: Can't really say I have. Red: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes. Thomas: Sorry, Red. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

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Thomas: Red is playing hard to get. Thomas: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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Thomas: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Red: Wow. They sound stupid. Thomas: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense. Red: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Thomas: I guess you’re right. Hey Red, I love you. Red: See! Just say that! Thomas: Holy fucking shit. Red: If that flies over their head then, sorry Thomas, but they're too dumb for you. Thomas: Red.

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Thomas: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right? Red: Nope, there's 26. Thomas: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T. Red: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one. Thomas: You'll get the D later ;).

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Thomas: I owe you one. Red: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

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Thomas: Talk dirty to me, baby~ Red: The dishes. Thomas: Wh- Red: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

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Thomas: Are you ready to commit? Red: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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Red: I feel like doing something stupid. Thomas: I’m stupid, do me.

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Thomas: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Red: Okay. Thomas: And make out during the scary parts. Red: Th- Red: The scary parts. Red: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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Red: Go fuck yourself. Thomas, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

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Thomas: This date is boring! Red: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store. Thomas: Then why did you invite me? Red: I didn’t, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Red I'll do whatever I want!

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Red: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this... Thomas: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card? Red: Holy moly-

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Thomas: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me? Red: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? Thomas: Yes. Red: I'd sleep.

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*Red is crying after a breakup* Thomas: There there, Red. Red, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room? Thomas: Great question—

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Thomas: The stars are so beautiful... Red: They're just giant balls of gas. Thomas: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Red: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. Thomas: Oh...

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Red: Thomas, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Thomas, naked in Red's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Red, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

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Thomas: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. Red: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Thomas: Seize the dick.

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Red: I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight. Thomas Shelby: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther? Red, already taking off their clothes: God, Thomas Shelby, you’re so fucking stupid.

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Red: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy. Thomas: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep. Red: I said within reason, Thomas. How about I murder that guy? Thomas: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't? Red: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

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Red: Can you cut me some slack, Thomas? I’m sort of in love. Thomas: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem. Red: I’m in love with you. Thomas: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

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Thomas: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash. Red: Oh. We're going out? Thomas: Wh...

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Red: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

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Thomas: Pros and cons of dating me. Thomas: Pros. You'll be the cute one. Thomas: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

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Thomas: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

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Alfie: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? Red: We're chopsticks! Alfie: Well... that's cute! Alfie: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly? Thomas: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

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Thomas: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me. Red: But they said not to touch the masterpieces. Thomas: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall. Alfie, on a walkie talkie: This is Alfie, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

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Thomas: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you? Red: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now. Red: Would you like me to tutor you? Alfie: That was smooth.

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Red, looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top? Alfie: Thomas's in the kitchen

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Alfie: So, are you two dating now? Thomas & Red: Yes. Alfie: Why? Thomas: I happen to find Red very appealing. Alfie: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Red.

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Alfie: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with Red recently. Thomas: No, Alfie, it's not what it looks like, I swear. Alfie: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous? Thomas: No! You’re the only one for me. Alfie: Is that so? Thomas: I promise! Red and I are just dating, okay? They’re my partner. Alfie: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved? Thomas: You are still my one and only best friend! They’re just the love of my life, nothing more! Alfie: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right? Thomas: Of course bro! Alfie: Bro... Red: What the-

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Alfie: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car? Thomas: Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Red, deer!" Alfie: ...And what did Red do? Thomas: ...They said "Yes, Honey?"

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Thomas, holding a rock: Red just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock". Alfie: If you don't marry them, I will.

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Alfie: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single? Thomas: Do not do that. Alfie: You won’t even notice! Red, entering: Alfie, you wanted to see me again? Alfie: Thomas's single Thomas:

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Red: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one. Thomas: Erm... it’s nice see your smile when you win! *later* Red: They're probably just staring at my ass, aren't they. Alfie: Yeah, probably.

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Alfie: H-how do you ask someone out? Red: Well, first- Thomas: Don't ask them, they asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot. Alfie: …And you said yes?

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Thomas: *yawns* Red: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring. Thomas: Then you must be exhuasted. Alfie: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

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Red: Is there a cactus where your heart should be? Alfie: What’s up your ass this morning! Thomas: *walks in* …Hey. Alfie: Hmm… nevermind. Red: WAIT NO!

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Alfie: Who do we know that has handcuffs? Thomas: Well Red and I- Red: *elbows Thomas* Thomas: …wouldn't know.

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Alfie, bursting into the room: You two are having sex! Thomas, not looking up from their book: Really? Red, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

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Alfie: This totally sucks, man. Red: This is horrible. Alfie: Yeah, I know, I mean look at today’s news. Red: No, it’s not that, it’s Thomas. Red: It’s just like, I can’t get them out of my head and every time I look at them I have this pains in my chest, and I just know it’s their fault, that bitch!

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Thomas: That's ridiculous, Red doesn't have a crush on me. Aberama: Yes they do. Alfie: Yes they do. Red: Yes I do.

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The Devil and Death

Chapter One: If Only She Knocked

A/N: I have set this after Thomas and Red got married.

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Red (Female Reader) (Modern au)

Chapter Summary: Months after Red and Thomas gets married, Galina breaks into their home with a glint in her eye and an idea to start a business big enough for the both of them.

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One late night, while Thomas is with his business with the Peaky Blinders. Red is still painting the nursery with a child on the way. Galina is on the way there, Red is pregnant with Ruby and thinking about passing out on the couch instead of finishing the room. Red continued to debate over which one she wanted to do. As she painted the details onto each cloud to make each side of the room a sunrise and the other a sunset.

She didn't hear the car pull up in the driveway over the loud music and she certainly didn't pay attention to the bright light waving around the windows of her house. She certainly hoped it Thomas was pulling up into the driveway. But she knew he wouldn't be home until tomorrow night instead. It's as if an otherworld being set it up from the future.

Galina is climbing upside the house near the expensive flower bed. She left her shoes in her car and decided it would be better to sneak in without shoes. While Red ordered takeout for her second dinner after shoving the last of the dishes into the dishwasher.

"My appetite is through the fucking roof, my husband is busy and I'm home alone. About to have my second dinner and eat two deserts,"

"Hey, Red, I know this might be a bad time and everything. But I have a great idea that I think you might want to be apart of,"

"Bad time for me or you?"

"You?"

"I'm a pregnant, home alone and the appetite of a monster wearing a skinsuit,"

"Never mind, that's not the point. I have an idea for a business that we could start up,"

"What kind of idea?"

Galina started to explain what she thought the kind of business she wanted to start up. She had to follow Red around while she cleaned up the left over paint tins.

"As much as I would love to help out, we'd have to wait until Ruby is born and at least three years old to get out of the planning stage,"

"You could also start third degree at the same time,"

"I'll think about it and discuss it with my husband. Spitball ideas of our own, see what he thinks about it."

"Since when did you go running to him?"

"I don't run or walk to him for anything, I ask him for an opinion because I want to hear it,"

"Like when you over planned my birthday party and you ran crying to him when I said I hated it,"

"You did that on purpose and I know it,"

Galina had to take several hours of promising to never hurt Red's feelings again. Which led to a heated debate over when it should start and where. Galina wanted it near a city they grew up, which was basically a neglected war zone and incredibly unstable. Red decided on starting near the mountains, away from civilization.

Galina groaned, complained about the idea until her own idea fell through and went back to sneaking into the house through the bedroom window. Luckily at this moment, Thomas only just pulled into the driveway. Galina had already climbed through the window and decided to cook dinner, while Red had a nap on the couch. As Thomas walked in confused, didn't think much of it before heading off to shower.

As the night continues, Galina had went to wake Red and Thomas had to make sure Galina didn't try to set their house on fire. Red slowly woke up, groaning as she stretched from sleeping on the couch.

"I'm still sorry for leaving you home alone that long," Thomas shouted from the kitchen.

"I told you, if you needed to go there. It's fine. I had Galina here with me the entire time,"

"I don't doubt that, I just wish she'd respect our privacy sometimes," Thomas said in a hushed tone that Galina couldn't hear.

"I'm hoping starting near the mountains would give one of us time away from the other sometimes. But knowing my luck it wouldn't happen for quite a while,"

"Make sure she doesn't climb into our bedroom window while I'm home at least, I don't want a repeat of what happened the night we got married,"

"She's married too, the guy is always off doing things though," Red stated confused by it, "there is cleary something happening that is making her act out in this way,"

"whatever it is, I hope we can deter her from our room to a separate room in the house,"

Galina didn't have to tell her if things were or weren't working out back at her home. As her facial expressions and her body language said it before she could hide that it was actually happening.

"I'm just worried that she's trying to fill an unfillable hole that's inside her," Red explained without over-explaining to the point of confusing him.

Over the next few months, Red and Galina had fixed up a new office for Galina to sneak into without bugging Thomas or Red. Thus Galina's bedroom window climbing came to a swift easy ending. At the very least both Thomas and Red had thought so, there was less yelling.

Three months Later

An office set up, Galina and her husband going to couples therapy. Red and Thomas looking for better locks for their bedroom windows. Red is about to have her child and she's currently hoping they don't loose her. Between both now and the time she enters the world. Even though she is reassured that it wouldn't happen a second time.

Her sleeping pattern after having the child on Christmas Eve became a complete mess. But it was already mess before having the child, so the sleep schedule didn't make it less or more difficult than usual. The Christmas holidays weren't much better for Galina since she divorced her husband and she moved in with Red.

Months After Christmas

Ruby is a few months old, Charlie is starting school that year and Red had started studying business so Galina could be free to sort her personal life out. While also making sure to decide what she is going contribute at the start of it. Thus beginning the new era of work for the both of them.

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