#Peakyblinders fic

[saintsir4n]

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

Teasers:

Wattpad Story link

Opinions:

Tommy Shelby stories

Writing POCs into period pieces

Story:

Prologue cast list 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

15 16 17 18 19 20 Epilogue Bonus chapter

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[shelbystales]

Story Time - One Shot

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Word count: 1672

Summary: After a few days being absent in his familly, Tommy arrives late, once again. But to his surprise you and his son are still awake.

Warning: fluff, fluff and more fluff?

A/N: I could EASILY have turned this into a long SMUT, but hey... all my one shots are smut 😂. But if you guys want i can write a part 2.

Oh and please dont forget to comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot to me.

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes

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Thomas Shelby trudged wearily through the dimly lit streets of Birmingham, his mind still reeling from the day's events. It had been a long and exhausting day, negotiating business deals, and handling the never-ending challenges that came with running the Peaky Blinders. 

The Peaky Blinders' operations had been especially intense lately, and the weight of responsibility rested heavily on his shoulders. All he wanted now was a moment of peace and a good glass of whisky.

As he finally reached his home, a beautiful Victorian house tucked away in a quiet corner of Small Heath, bought especially for you, he let out a sigh of relief.

The familiar sight of his residence offered a small respite from the chaos of the outside world. He pushed open the creaky front door, the familiar scent of his home enveloping him as he stepped inside.

The living room was dimly lit, the fire crackling in the hearth casting a warm glow over the room. Thomas made his way to the worn-out leather couch and sank into it with a grateful sigh. 

With a heavy sigh, he poured himself a glass of his favorite drink and took a sip, relishing the familiar burn that washed over him. The warmth of the alcohol began to soothe his frayed nerves, and he allowed himself a rare moment of relaxation.

As he closed his eyes, the sounds of his home enveloped him—the crackling of the fireplace, the ticking of the clock, and the distant creaking of the floorboards. But amidst the background noise, he heard something that brought a small smile to his face, a soft chuckle, unmistakably belonging to his son, Charles.

It was such a joyful and carefree sound that he hadn't heard in a while. He furrowed his brows, wondering why Charlie would be awake at this hour. 

Curiosity getting the better of him, Thomas set down his glass and followed the sound. He made his way through the hallway and stopped outside his son's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and the flickering light from the hallway revealed a heartwarming scene.

There, on the bed tucked under the covers, was his son Charlie, just three years old, and you, his mother, playing with him. Charlie was giggling uncontrollably as you tickled him, a smile on your face that lit up the room. 

Thomas felt a softness in his heart, a tenderness he rarely allowed himself to feel amidst the harsh realities of his world.

"Well, look who it is," you said with a playful grin, noticing Thomas at the door. "Come join the fun, Tommy."

Thomas hesitated for a moment, his mind still clouded with the weight of his responsibilities. 

But something about the sight of you and his son together drew him in. He stepped into the room, his eyes locked on the scene before him.

He approached you with his usual confidence, but as he got closer, he found himself momentarily at a loss for words. 

You looked up, your eyes meeting his in a moment of unspoken understanding. It was as if you could see the pain and darkness that lay hidden behind his steely exterior.

"Seems like I've walked into a tickle battle. Why are you still awake little one?" he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Aye, you have" you replied, giving him a knowing smile. "Charlie was missing his dad, weren't ya, love?"

The little boy nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining with adoration as he looked up at his father.

Thomas moved to sit on the edge of the bed, the weariness in his bones momentarily forgotten. He reached out to ruffle Charlie's hair, earning another delighted giggle from the boy.

"I'm sorry, I've been busy all these days" Thomas said, his voice softened by genuine regret. "No need to apologize, Tommy," you said, laying a hand on his. "We know how much you have on your plate."

He sighed, his eyes never leaving the two of you. "It's not an excuse, though. Family should always come first."

"You're right," you said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "And you're here now. You can help me put this one to sleep"

“I don’t want to sleep. I want to play with da!” Charlie cried, the crying giving away the little one's tiredness

“How about we play tomorrow, hm?” Tommy asked

“You won’t be here tomorrow,” Charlie spoke in a weeping voice.

You just sat there, with Charlie in your arms. Just watching.

Charlie just missed his dad, but Tommy was needed out there. You could see the pain in Tommy’s eyes, to be an absent parent was not in his plans. 

“How about I tell you a story?” Tommy asked “and tomorrow I can take you and your mom out, maybe we can go to that park you like, ey?” 

Charlie got agitated in your arms, happy with his dad's promise. But you feared he wouldn’t keep it, again. Making you go silent. 

Charlie got out from under the covers and crawled into his father's arms, who received him with a strong hug.

Thomas found himself immersed in the simple joy of being you both, a rare respite from the constant struggles of his life.

“Okay, now lie down" Tommy ordered, pulling the blanket back for Charlie to get inside.

"Lie down here too daddy" charlie called him

Impossible to resist his son’s request, Tommy kicked off his shoes and crawled under the covers, Charlie between the two of you.

"What book are you going to read?" charlie asked

"No books. the story is here" Tommy pointed to his head making Charlie smile “Once upon a time, in the green hills of Birmingham, there lived a magnificent horse named Midnight."

"Like cocoa?" Charlie asked, refering to the brown horse Tommy had bought. Cocoa wasn't his race name, but the one Charlie chose for him.

"No, this was no ordinary horse, my boy. Midnight had a coat as black as the night sky, if you looked close by, you could even se the stars. He was magical and he could run faster than the wind…” Tommy went on telling the story. 

As Thomas spun his tale, the room seemed to come alive with his words. He painted vivid pictures of the horse's daring escapades and heroic deeds, capturing his son's imagination with each passing moment.

You watched the scene unfold, your heart swelling with love for the two most important people in your life.

You marveled at how effortlessly Thomas could transport your son to another world with his storytelling, and you couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of admiration for her husband.

As the story reached its end Charlies's eyelids began to droop, his exhaustion finally catching up with him. 

Thomas leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his son's forehead and you gently tucked the covers snugly around him.

Once Charlie was fast asleep, you and Thomas went back to the living room. The fire had died down, so you gave it life again, with a few woods and a single match. 

Thomas poured another glass of whisky, and you sat beside him on the couch, streching your legs across his lap.

"I never thought I could have this," Thomas admitted quietly, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "A family, a home... it was never part of the plan."

"But here we are," you said, taking his hand in yours. "Life has a way of surprising us, doesn't it?"

"Aye, it does," he murmured, his fingers entwining with yours. "And I wouldn't trade this for anything." he pulled your face gently for a kiss

"Where this is coming from? all this declaration of love for us?" you chuckled lightly "had a hard day?" you asked and he nodded

“Yes" He sighed "you were silent back there” tommy pointed out

“Well, good you noticed. I don't want you promising Charles things you can’t do,” you admitted. “We both know how it’s with you. You can’t stay away from work”

“I have a lot of work to get done, y/n” he said almost in a whisper

“I know. Just, please don’t lie to him. You’re his hero” you asked

“I never plan to” he sighed

“So you're taking him to the park tomorrow?” you asked and he nodded “good. you better, I can’t stand to look at the disappointment at his face again”

“What do you mean again?” he asked frowning

“Oh, come on Tommy. ‘i’ll be home dinner’, ‘i’ll pick you up at school’, ‘i”ll do this or i’ll do that’. you may not remember tiny promises, but he does. Everynight he asks if you are coming home before he sleeps” 

“every night?” he asked, sounding defeated

“Yeah, and even though i know the truth i say ‘i don’t know, maybe’” 

he went silent

You could see the guilt wash over Tommy's face, and you knew he was grappling with his own emotions. You didn't want to add to his burden, but you also couldn't bear to see Charles disappointed again.

"Tommy, I understand that you have a lot on your plate, i promise i do," you said gently, "but you need to make time for Charles. He's growing up so fast, and he needs his father in his life."

"I know, I know," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just... I can't promise to be there all the time. It's not easy, y/n. You know what I do, what I'm involved in."

"I do know, Tommy," you replied softly. "And I know that your work is important, but so is your family. Charles needs you, and so do I. I also miss you. You come home after i am already sleeping and you leave before the sun comes out. I am getting abit tired of this loneliness"

Thomas took a deep breath, his gaze locked with yours. He could see the concern and love in your eyes, and it weighed heavily on his heart. He reached out to cup your cheek tenderly, his thumb caressing your skin.

"I'm sorry, love," he said sincerely "I can't promise you miracles, but i'll try to be home earlier".

You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his hand on your cheek.

He gently kissed you. His lips slowly savoring yours. Tongue gently invading your mouth and sliding on your lips. 

“I love you y/n” He said resting his forehead on yours

“I love you too tommy” you smiled 

“Let me take care of you now, eh?” he smirked pushing you down to lay on the couch. 

“Yes please!” you said smiling in anticipation, making him chuckle as he lifted your nighgown.

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[pherelesytsia]

Duties of a Husband

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Thomas makes his wife know how deeply he loves and needs her.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1.2k 

 a/n. Requests are open!!!

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

Eyes full of ecstasy and fire met. Curses mingled with soft words, begging for more. His hands roamed her body, travelled down her spine and settled on her hips, on her skin hidden behind a thin layer of the dress in lush tones.

His lips muffled her voice. The door felt shut, but no complaints escaped nor doors opened; the house was empty and deserted. The wood sang out loud. Y/N tilted her head to one side, allowed her husband to spread kisses on her soft flesh. She longed for his touches. A soft moan escaped her throat, longing for more. His roughened fingers wandered under the material of the long dress, had unbuttoned the top three buttons. Soft prayers escaped Y/N. Slowly, she turned to liquid gold under his tender touch. His right hand cupped her butt, kneaded her ass, felt the flesh between his fingers. Y/N's fingers curled into his back, spread darkening marks. Her hands moved up, travelled up his spine, felt as the blood rushed through his body and curled into his hair as dark as the night, destroying his once neatly laid-back hair. A mischievous grin spread across his lips, hearing how much she liked it, how much she enjoyed his rough touches.

Bodies collided like the raging waves on the seven seas. Y/N fell onto the bed and Thomas towered over her. A smile spread across her lips. The lipstick was smudged. Her fingers clawed into the tie swinging almost above her face and pulled at it, wordlessly demanding of her husband to kiss her after his long absence. Y/N begged for more and wordlessly, Thomas did as Y/N asked. His head moved closer to hers and placed his lips on hers. A moan, growing in volume and muffled by his, was about to come over her as his teeth rammed into her gentle flesh. His hands were framing her head, making it impossible for her not to look at him, to dare her head to turn to one side. Thomas cursed, but Y/N did not understand any of them as he spoke in hushed tones. Y/N could not take her eyes off of Thomas, saw the lust ruling in them, the desire for more, for touches and words of forgiveness.

Her hands clawed harder into the button-down in light tones covering his chest. The first pieces of clothing slid to the floor. His suit jacket lay on the floor right next to the shared bed. Y/N loosened the tie around his neck, destroyed the knot and threw it to the floor. The grin on his lips broadened but Thomas allowed it, looking at his girlfriend's trembling fingers tampering with the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one. The rays of the moon entering the room through the windows kissed his skin.

Thomas didn't have to ask questions; he saw the answers in her eyes seeming to grow darker with lust. Elegantly, his fingers slid down the frame of her body. Deftly, his fingers played with the light material of the sundress. No words escaped. He untied the bow hugging her waist, and the last pieces of clothing covering her body slid to the floor like a curtain. She tilted her head to the left. Her hair shifted, no longer covering her neck. Plum lips applied wet kisses on her skin, sucked on her delicate flesh and elicited a low moan as his teeth sank into her bare neck.

Lips parted. Her stomach flipped at the words Thomas whispered seductively in her ear, letting her know how much he needs her, how much he is longing for her heart and soul, for her touches. Thomas kissed his wife delicately as his fingers travelled down her body, accidentally touching her exposed nipple. The light was dim, yet Thomas could see his wife clear as the stars, her eyes full of love. He felt the skin of a goose under his touch. Y/N´s chest moved unevenly. A muffled scream escaped her throat as he cupped her left breast and then played with it the nipple between his fingers. His lips no longer touched her neck and wandered down. Thomas smiled, watching her turn to liquid gold under his touch.

His eyes were locked on her face, looking up and down, knowing she would like it. His warm breath collided with her skin. The nipple disappeared between his plump lips. His tongue flicked over it, circled it and grinned. Her eyes widened, but then she squeezed them shut. After a few affectionate caresses, his lips released her nipple. No underwear hid her body. Teasingly, his hands wandered down, applied two kisses on her stomach and wandered further down in narrow paths. The lips no longer touched her skin and Y/N knew that her body would be burnt by the signs of love.

His fingers spread her open, saw what his caress had done to her. Sweet nectar was coating his two fingers. He did not wipe it on the white bedclothes and guided his fingers to his lips and tasted her. A dark laugh escaped the man, and he felt the desire growing in his body. Hunger was in his eyes, but food could not satisfy the hunger growing in his chest. Her breath collided with the centre of her body.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, she wanted to touch him, wanted him to feel the same, but Thomas just waved it off, wanted this night to be hers alone. Her heartbeat quickened, seeing what he was about to do, but before she could stop Thomas, his tongue wiped through her swollen lips. He kept licking, exploring her body as he had never done before. One finger vanished in her depths and quickly another one followed. His muscles flexed and suddenly she felt a great emptiness rising between her legs and Thomas felt it, felt her muscles clenching his fingers. He pumped in and out.

An unwelcoming emptiness spread. Y/N glanced up, wanting to start a sentence, wanting to persuade her husband to continue with what he had begun, but before the first complaint could come over her, their eyes met. Thomas towered over her body, he wanted to look at her. One hand vanished in the depths of her hair, forced her to look up, forbid her to dare to look away. Slowly, nearly gently, his erected manhood vanished between her wet folds. Her eyes rolled back. His eyes bored into her flesh while his fingers made it impossible for Y/N to move. Groaning, he thrust in and out.

The room filled with delicate sounds, of skin colliding with skin, of soft begging. Thomas grunted animalistically between sloppy kisses on her bare flesh. Suddenly, he thrust harder. His fingers moved down and began to rub delicate and harsher circles on her swollen clit. Thomas hit the right places and let her scream in delight, begging for more.

Her fingers vanished into the depths of her hair. The screams turned louder as his thrusts grew sloppier. His lips muffled the praying. Her womanhood clenched around his manhood, making it almost difficult to keep moving. A shiver danced down her spine. The orgasm washed over the married couple. Sweat wandered down the body and the cries grew silent. Suddenly silence reigned. Eyes met again, lust remained in his gaze and Y/n realised at once the night was not over yet.

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[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 14: A CALL FROM NINA

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Fluff

Note: This is just a cute little fluffy telephone call transcript between Cillian and his daughter Nina in this fic...

Cillian: "Hi Sweetheart, how are you?"

Nina: "Pretty good. I am actually just calling to let you know that Max and I will see you on Sunday evening for Grandma's birthday. Mum said we can come but you need to pick us up. We can stay with you until Tuesday mum said"

Cillian: "Really? That's awesome. I can't wait to see you"

Nina: "Me too. You know, we have this new dance teacher. Her name is Y/N. I am not sure if mum has told you or not"

Cillian: "No she hasn't, but do you like her?"

Nina: "Yes, she is super cool. She is really funny and she’s such a good dancer. She even has a couple of tattoos. I just don't think mum likes her"

Cillian: “Really? Why didn’t she like her?”

Nina: “I don’t know. Mum said that she is too young and doesn’t know what she is doing”

Cillian [chuckles]: “Right! You had fun though?”

Nina: "Yes, so much fun [pauses]...Did I tell you about her tattoos?”

Cillian: “You did”

Nina: “Can I get one?”

Cillian: “A tattoo?”

Nina: “Yes”

Cillian [sternly]: “No”

Nina [begging]: “How about a piercing?”

Cillian [sternly]: “No! I already got in trouble with your mother when I let you have your ears pierced”

Nina [firmly]: “I am almost 13 dad!”

Cillian [chuckles]: "I know but I won't let you have any tattoos or piercings until you are 18 and I am sure neither will your mother”

Nina: “You are so uncool”

Cillian [laughs]: "I know. Your brother reminds me of that all the time"

Nina: "I have to go now. Dinner is ready. Love you"

Cillian: "I love you too sweetheart"

To be continued…

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[zablife]

Peaky Blinders Rec List

I've been thinking of doing this for some time to show my appreciation to those who have given me hours of entertainment with their stories, moodboards and GIFs. Recently I've seen a few posts asking if there are any writers left in the Peaky fandom. The short answer is YES!! The longer answer of just how many incredibly talented writers there are and their amazing work is listed below the cut. Go follow them, read their work and please comment and reblog! Happy reading and thank you to all these lovely people who share their work with us!

Updated 22/2/24

@peakyscillian Masterlist Incredible Tommy smut!

@inkwolvesandcoffee Masterlist The most creative Alfie content I've read with gorgeous moodboards.

@dandelionprints Masterlist Amazing new writer with fresh Tommy fics!

@buttercupsandboys Masterlist One of my new fave Alfie series!

@moral-terpitude Masterlist So much amazing Tommy content from one shots to series!!

@raincoffeeandfandoms Masterlist Lovely, creative fics for Alfie, Tommy and Luca. As well as the most inspiring moodboards.

@dreamlandcreations Masterlist Amazing Alfie writer and incredible moodboard creator.

@cillmequick Masterlist Amazing series for both Cillian and Tommy that will make you laugh and cry in equal measure.

@notyour-valentine Masterlist Thoughtfully crafted stories that will touch you deeply.

@pherelesytsia Masterlist Tommy fics written in the language of pure poetry. Soft, romantic and utterly beautiful.

@little-diable Masterlist One of the best Tommy Shelby smut writers I've read! Inventive and smart, not to mention devilishly clever!

@xxblackballoonxx Masterlist My fave John Shelby writer!!

@evita-shelby Masterlist Series writer with a strong heroine OC I adore.

@peakyswritings Masterlist A gold mine of Peaky content! One of my fave writers.

@flysafepapi Masterlist Creative genius, horror, vampire AU, so many incredible ideas here.

@shelbydelrey Masterlist Tommy fics with an edge. Mysterious, intriguiging, never dull and always accompanied by amazing moodboards.

@look-at-the-soul Masterlist Cillian and Tommy fics that are so heartfelt and emotional.

@noforkingclue Masterlist Writes the best dark!Tommy ever!

@garrison-girl-08 Masterlist Cillian and Tommy series that are so so addictive!!

@runnning-outof-time Masterlist Consistently amazing Tommy content! No one works harder, but makes it look so easy!

@murderousginger Masterlist One of the most creative writers who never runs out of good ideas. Truly awe inspiring.

@amysteryspot Masterlist Delicious, descriptive writing for Tommy and Alfie one shots and series.

@madame-wilsonn Masterlist A lady of impeccable taste who writes beautifully. Check out her Tommy, Alfie and Arthur fics!

@solomons-finest-rum Masterlist My fave Alfie writer of all time!! Captures his voice like no other.

@dearshelby Masterlist Versatile writer who delivers some of my fave dark fics, smut and angst. And she has a talent for making stunning moodboards.

@theshelbyclan Masterlist A wonderfully gifted writer who provides heartwarming Shelby family fics and the most amazing OC of all time Teddy Shelby!

@pacifymebby Masterlist Writes incredibly detailed headcanons and preferences for the Peaky men that are perfectly in character.

@red-riding-wood Masterlist Specializing in Luca Changretta fics with rich descriptions and compelling narratives.

@thesoldiersminute Gorgeous GIFs I can't stop staring at!

@midnightmagpiemama Masterlist Lovely combination of fluffy, smutty Tommy fics.

@peakyblinded Amazing GIFs and all around lovely person to chat with

@toms-cherry-trees Masterlist Some of the most gorgeous prose I've ever read for Tommy as well as a few other Peaky characters.

@sneakyblinders Masterlist Creator of two separate Tommy AUs that are so creative and immersive.

@anonymooseforever007 Masterlist Writes for many Peaky characters, specializing in humorous, witty dialogue.

@brummiereader Masterlist Amazing series writer for Tommy!

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Hi! I’m sorry for rambling once again!!

Can I please request a Dad!Tommy Shelby x Daughter!reader (Y/n has genius level intelligence) where she’s a 15 year old orphan who’s all on her own (she used to be in an orphanage but had run away a few years back) and she needs to make money to survive, so she lies about her age in order to be a maid for Tommy Shelby (Idk why, I just feel like Tommy would only want to hire adults to be maids) but he ends up finding out her age, brings her into his office to fire her (and lowkey interrogate her). She pleads with him to let her still work for him as she has nowhere to go and doesn’t want to be in an orphanage, but Tommy lets her stay (taking her in as his own) but with some rules. Instead of letting her work for him he says that if she stays, she has to go to school (I’m sure he’d enroll her in a prestigious school due to his money and her intelligence). I feel like she’d try to argue against this but Tommy would point out that he has noticed her intelligence as his own men (ones working in accounting) have come to her for help for things they don’t understand. I feel like he’d adopt her immediately but it’d take a bit for them to bond, but they do and she at some point calls him “Dad” (maybe at a family meeting or dinner??)🥺🥺

Second part of request:

OMG ALSO!! Just imagine how soft the Shelby family would be for Y/n🥺🥺🥺 Like imagine her being the only one who can make Tommy smile, the only one who can calm Arthur’s anger, the one who can help anchor John, and the one who can help calm down Finn from being out of control 🥺🥺🥺 PLZ TOMMY WOULD BE THE BEST DAD AND ARTHUR, JOHN, AND FINN WOULD BE THE BEST UNCLES AND POLLY WOULD BE THE BEST AUNT (technically great aunt)😭😭😭 It’d be like a flip of a switch, Y/n walks into the room and suddenly they’re all soft whereas right before they were all angry and yelling🥺

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I loved writing this. I really hope you enjoy it. It's messy but it came from my heart.

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Warnings: reader gets assaulted and mentions of beatings *Nothing descriptive* Nightmares, there is a spider at one point. LOTS OF FLUFF this is just one big fluff. Lots of hurt / comfort. This might be out of character but I have daddy issues and man I went all out on this. I need a drink and a hug.

You’d landed yourself in the dirtiest orphanage in Birmingham by the time you were 9. You’d managed on the streets for a few blissful years before getting noticed by a lady in the neighborhood you were staying in. When you labeled it as blissful, it was only in comparison to this hellhole you were currently stuck in.

It was a warmer August night when you’d finally had enough. You were 14 and the janitor had wanted to get handsy with you. You’d managed, with a whole lot of effort, to escape him but it was very clear that it was only the start to a large amount of harassment that was going to come down on you from the older boys and staff alike. As if the regular beatings were not enough.

This time you’d managed to actually escape, kissing the small children you’d often cared for on the head. Lucky for you most of the girls were older now and would be able to take your place easily.

The next morning you were walking down the busy streets of Birmingham, trying to think of what to do with your life. You were very smart, but lacking in experience.

Suddenly you saw two women arguing about a cursed job.

“I don't care if it's that much money, the Shelby's are cursed and anyone who’d apply there is a sinner!” The woman crumpled the ad tossing it into the garden bush on the other side of the steps.

You’d waited till no one was looking before snatching it up.

And that is how you ended up a maid at Shelby House.

Months passed and soon you’d taken on most of the responsibilities. You were terrified of being fired so you’d put in longer hours, and worked harder than the rest of the maids. Something that had created a bit of tension.

It was December and there was a full calendar of Christmas events on the way, so you’d been helping the cook manage the orders and handling the payments. On occasion the Accountant would appear with problems that you would sort out swiftly.

On the morning of the biggest event you’d run into one of the maids that usually went by Sarah.

“Look Y/N You've been taking on so much that me and the other maids think you’ve earned your name tag.” She said with a cigarette hanging from her lipstick painted lips.

“Thank you” You said slightly uneasily. You were hopeful that maybe the Christmas season was enough for them to try and be kinder towards you. She smiled and gave you an awkward one armed hug.

You stood there for a moment slightly stunned watching her scurry away from the staff table. You couldn't remember the last time someone hugged you. Some of the other kids would hold on to you when they were afraid, but no grown person had ever embraced you before.

You didn't particularly enjoy the experience but it was a nice gesture regardless. Maybe you could fit in with the other girls now, be a part of the makeshift work family.

You got your long hair pinned back into place and changed into a clean apron. You kept a brisk pace walking through the halls checking over the decorations, then into the dining room to straighten some of the flowers. The dining room was on the cold side regardless of what you did to fix it, you hoped that the guests would drink enough not to notice. After another once over of the rooms and entryway you were happy with the state of things.

Not to look idle you went back to the kitchen to help there, the guests shouldn't be arriving for another half hour.

The cook was an older plump man that had taken a shine to you quite quickly. You’d had to cook at the orphanage so if you’d nothing else to do you’d often jump into the prep line and help out.

After getting to know you a little he would have you stand on a stool and ask you about the things you would read. You stepped up on the small stool next to the stove looking over the busy kitchen.

“Anything I can help with?” You looked at his red face as he let out a laugh. He handed you a lit cigarette and a muffin.

“Stand still and eat something for god sake.” He turned around and shouted orders at someone then turned back to stirring the large pot of sauce.

You puffed on the cigarette and started in on the muffin as he gave you all the gossip and complaints.

“I’ll tell you this lass, I haven't ever seen so much disorganization in my long life. No wonder you work yourself half to death.”

You let out a little laugh.

“I just don't want to be sent home”

“Husband trouble you?” There was a softness in his eyes, and your nose crinkled at the thought of marriage.

“No, not married yet.”

“Ah love, it will come along sooner or later. You still look like a spring chick, that will work in your favour.”

You shook off the complement and jumped when the heavy kitchen door suddenly slammed open. John Shelby locked eyes with you standing there with a muffin and cigarette in your hands. You watched him look you over then his face twisted up in disgust.

Your heart was hammering, clearly you were in deep shit despite having everything already done. You never took breaks, your mind started to spin arguments in your mind as to why you shouldn't be in trouble.

“You! I need a bunch of fucking towels in the stables.” He pointed to one of the boys cleaning up the counters. “And you! Need to go straight to Tommy’s office.” He gave you another hard look.

Unsure of what to do you nodded and hurried out of the room leaving your muffin and cigarette abandoned on the counter.

You knocked on the door to the study and realised that your hands were shaking.

“Come in” Thomas Shelby’s calm voice called out. You went into the study to find him pouring over a pile of papers. He looked up at you with a confused look, his sharp eyes looking you over from behind his glasses.

“What's happened?” He looked slightly concerned and you pushed your brain to get the words out.

“Mr. J-John Sh-shelby asked me to go here. Sir I took a break but I made sure everything was in order and I was having a smoke before all the - the guests got here. I-I-I’m really sorry and I promise I won't do it again. I can stay on later tonight to make up for it -”

“Sit down for a moment” He cut you off and gestured to the chair across from the desk looking quite confused and slightly put out.

“John told you to come here but didn't give you a reason?”

“Yes”

“And you think it's because you took a break”

“Yes”

He studied you while rolling a cigarette on his bottom lip. Before he got his next question out the door shot open and John came through and shut the door.

“I’ve accepted that we are not good men. By any fucking stretch of the imagination. But this is too fucking far Thomas. I won't have it.”

“Wont have what?” Thomas asked with an Icy tone, you could tell he’d have enough of the situation.

“I’m sorry for whatever I did wrong” You tried not to burst into tears but it was too late, they were falling down your red cheeks.

“Thomas she can't be older than 17. And that's being generous. It’s fucking disgusting” John sounded like he was pleading. Thomas looked over you and you could see in his eyes that he’d found what he was looking for finally.

“Who gave you a name tag love?” He asked in a softer tone, handing you a handkerchief.

“S-S-Sarah said I’d earned it. I know I’m too young to be here but I work harder than anyone else, I do all the bedrooms and bathrooms, I’ve taken on the kitchen ordering and inventory, and I run the money in the evenings - I - I - Please - I can't go home” You were terrified and hated that it was radiating off.

“It’s alright, love. You’re not in trouble.” You took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “John, go handle everything, I'll sort this.” You watched him hesitate then nod leaving the office.

You didn't particularly like the idea of being left alone here with him. A shiver ran up your spine.

“How old are you?”

“17” you tried to sound confident.

“Try again” He said sternly, eyes narrowing slightly.

“15, I just turned 15 in November.” Shame was tearing through you and you couldn't bring yourself to meet his icy blue eyes.

“Why aren't you in school?”

“My parents died and I won't go back to the orphanage. Look sir, I’m good at my job and I'll work whatever hours you want. You can half my wage, fuck don't pay me at all just please don't send me back there.”

“Bad things happened at the orphanage?” You couldn't manage anything more than a curt nod, tears starting to well up. “Fuck” He muttered under his breath.

“Look everyone tells me that you do an excellent job. Jacob speaks especially highly of you, says you’re smart enough for university. I won’t have you work for me, but I won't throw you out either.” He let out a sigh. “ Look, just go to your bed and stay there till the party's over. We can sort something out.”

“Thank you” You stood up but before you could move away from the desk he called out to you.

“Wait! Give me the name tag, love.” You un pinned it and dropped into his open hand, as if sensing your curiosity he answered your unspoken question. “Only the maids that want to whore themselves with the guests wear name tags.”

Horror stretched across your face and you watched the pity mixed with amusement dance across his face.

“That bitch” You whispered not realising you’d said it out loud till you heard him let out a low chuckle. “Sorry!” you clapped a hand over your mouth.

“Just go to bed, alright. We can talk after the party.”

“Yes sir, thank you.” You hurried out of the study and all but ran back to your bed in the shared staff area. You flopped down and looked up at the ceiling waiting for the difficult conversation that awaited you.

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There was a knock at the door and Elizabeth Grey poked her head in. Spotting you sitting up on your bed she floated over shutting the door softly behind her.

“I’m Polly, I don’t think we’ve properly met.”

“I’m Y/N L/M, Its nice to meet you.” You smiled and held your hand out to shake. She looked you over and let out a sigh.

“The boys filled me in on everything before the party. It seems everyone in house knows about you but us.” She gave you a searching look. “The accounting is done in your hand writing, the signatures on everything that goes in and out of the place are all yours.” She lit a cigarette.

“I just wanted to be helpful. I don't sleep often so it wasn't a trouble to help manage things.”

“And you know about the sorts of things that go on in this house? This family?”

“Apparently not all of them.” Your face flushed when you thought back to the name tag incident. “But I have an idea about most of it. I helped dig holes for some of the bodies with Johnny Dogs a few times-” You were about to continue to the funny part but you stopped when her face twisted up.

“None of that bothers you?”

“No. Especially not as much as the orphanage or the streets” You shrugged your shoulders.

“You're good with numbers and you sneak into the library at night. The cook said you were too smart to be here.”

“He’s a big softy, he’s just being nice.”

“People aren't nice unless they have a reason to be. In this case it looked more like he was being honest.”

You didn't know what to say so you shrugged again.

“I have to take you down to Tommy now, but before we go, what happened at the orphanage?”

You struggled for words but knew the longer you dragged it out the longer you’d keep Thomas waiting.

“A man… but I got away.” There was a burning fire in her eyes but it didn't reach her empathetic features.

“Well that won't be happening again. If you need to talk about it call me.”

“Yes mam”

“Call me Polly, love.”

“Thank you, Polly” You corrected and she ushered you through the halls into the study. She gestured for you to sit so you did. Tommy ended a phone call and then lit a cigarette.

“Alright?” He asked Polly.

“Alright.” She answered back. There was a long tense movement.

“You can stay here, I’ll sort out one of the rooms upstairs. But there are some terms on your stay here.”

“Anything.” You responded unable to believe your luck. Polly swatted your arm.

“You need to learn better negotiation skills. Never give a man “anything”” She stated coldly.

“Sorry” You said softly.

“Ah! Your going to be considered a Shelby now and we don't apologize”

“Poll, give it a rest, eh? I’m not going to hurt her and she’s got lots of time to figure things out.”

She nodded and Thomas looked back at you. You got the idea that horrible things had happened to Polly, you were sad for her but also grateful that she seemed to care for you.

“Alright terms and conditions. You will go to school, the headmaster at the closest private academy will take you in once winter break ends. Till then we will make sure you're up to the grade standard for your age. You are not to miss classes and are expected to be home for dinner. Homework is to be done at the dinner table.” He looked stern which was the only thing keeping you from thinking this was a joke.

“That’s it?” You asked as tears started to pool again. “You just want me to study. No chores? Or - or anything? Just kid stuff?” The words were fumbled as your throat got tight with emotion.

“You are a kid. Should only be doing kid stuff.” His words made you think back to helping push that body into a hole in the woods behind the house.

“I can do kid stuff then.”

“Good. That being said, no boys, ever. And if anyone so much as upsets you, you come right to me.”

You nodded at him still in shock over everything.

“Alright well now that’s settled. I’ll be on my way.” Polly announced. “You need anything, call me, I’ll be by tomorrow after breakfast with some things for you.”

“Oh, uh here I have money saved up.”

“Keep your money, love.” They both answered in unison. You walked Polly to the front door and she gave you a hug good night. This hug was different from Sarah's.

Thomas took you upstairs and gave you the room across from the master. It was a room with a beautiful balcony that looked out into the woods. It was decorated with a soft light blue theme and a large bed with a canopy. Ensuite bathroom and large closet, book shelves stood tall on either side of the fireplace.

“This should be comfortable, yeah?”

“Yes” You choked out. Comfortable was not the word you would use.

“There’s a nightgown in the bathroom for you and I’m across the hall if you need anything.”

“Thank you. I - I - Just - Thank you” You didn't know how to express how much all of this meant to you.

“Think nothing of it, love. Sleep well.”

“You as well”

He left the room and shut the door softly. You couldn't help yourself and immediately flopped down onto the bed.

You showered in your own bathtub, one that you had cleaned earlier that week. Put on a silk nightgown that had flowers embroidered by hand. Looking in the mirror you hardly recognized yourself.

Getting into bed was nice till you turned out the lamp and realised you’d never slept in a room alone before. Normally you rarely slept but this time you drifted off into a deep sleep.

You woke to the lights coming on causing you to sit up. Realizing your heart was racing and you were covered in sweat. Thomas came through the door. “Nightmare?”

“Yes”

He disappeared for a moment then came back to the door way.

“You want company?”

“Sure?”

He came through with a book and a glass of whiskey.

That was the start of many late night visits, Tommy was the only person you’d met who slept as much as you did.

You would read allowed till he’d fall asleep. Other times you’d talk. He surprised you, knowing more about how you felt than you had realised. Tommy wasn't from riches either, he knew what the streets were like.

He worried for you a lot, something that never stopped amazing you. Polly thought he was too hard on you, but It was small things, occasional looks or always making sure you were okay, asking if you were comfortable, stuff that everyone missed.

He had a tutor come through to assess you not wanting to send you to classes if you were far behind. Turns out you were much much further ahead than people could have imagined.

Late nights in the library at the orphanage and here seemed to pay off. You were technically ready for post secondary by the examination results.

Tommy read them over and smiled. He rarely ever smiled, for a second white hot thoughts raced through your mind that maybe he was happy that he could send you away to school. Thinking about being at school with adults made you feel sick. After two weeks you were finally comfortable here with him, losing that would be the equivalent of losing everything that mattered in your life. He should have meant danger, but all he provided you with was safety and warmth.

“So to school next term then, eh?” He looked at you warmly across his cluttered desk.

“I don't want to go away to university.” Your face was blank and you couldn't manage more than a whisper. Suddenly you felt quite faint. He was around the desk pushing you into one of the leather chairs.

“Hey, look at me. I’m here. Breathe.” He gripped your arms tightly. Kneeling on the floor in front of you. “Come back, It’s alright you're home.” You finally opened your eyes and took a deep breath. “That's it, love”

You leaned forward and hugged him the best you could with the angle. You thought it would be awkward but his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“You’re a Shelby now, eh? No one is taking you away, alright?”

“Alright.” You whispered. He gave you a final squeeze then pulled away.

“Now the high school school is a 15 minute drive from here, someone will drop you and pick you up everyday. You won't be far.” He leaned against his desk and lit a cigarette.

You nodded and wiped your cheeks.

“There’s a family meeting at the betting shop, be ready to go by the door by 10:30. You have an outing planned after” He said in a tone like he was talking about the rain coming down outside. Not like he’d invited you to the family circle for the first time.

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You followed him up the steps into the betting shop and watched as the family observed you trailing in behind him. You shut the door and moved to stand between him and Polly.

“Y/N Will be sitting in on meetings now. She’s officially standing in as one of mine now. Finn keep your eyes off of her. Linda she is not a spy, and Esme you can talk with her after the meeting. Any other questions?” He looked around the room and you cursed yourself for blushing at the attention.

“Excellent, let's get down to it.”

There was a lot of interesting things discussed at the meeting. You realised that most of the issues were like strategy puzzles, so you had lots of ideas that people helped build upon. A few of them were scoffed at, and you may have snapped at Michael that he should pick up the Art of War on his way home. But other than that you seemed to be a success and were welcomed in.

Esme wanted to take you out shopping afterwards to get you sorted for school. By the end of the trip you were almost positively in love with her. She had a different kind of warmth about her than the rest of the family. If her arm wasn't looped in yours it was because she was holding your hand. She made you try on different dresses, finally got you properly fitted undergarments. You liked her style, often bringing you soft cotton fabrics with simple or earthy designs.

You felt nervous about the cost of everything but she insisted you needed it all. Going up to the counter you almost collapsed seeing how much each item cost. She’d gotten you a proper winter and spring wardrobe, Pj's, toiletries, perfume, school books, the whole freaking lot. You didn't even know how you were going to get it all home let alone pay for it. When it all totaled up your stomach flipped, but she’d told the woman to put in on Thomas Shelby’s tab and suddenly everything was going to be delivered to the house before sunset.

Esme pulled you out of the store after thanking the woman. You walked along the street next to her in shock. She dragged you into a flat going up the steps you heard kids playing.

“This is home! Well the old home, we live closer to you now but we are staying here for the week to help with the business plans.” she said while leading you into the kitchen. She made tea then Polly came through.

“There you two are, thought you’d made a run for it!” Polly said with a smile.

“We had lots of things to work on but she’s settled now!”

They sat down and questioned you about living with Tommy. Offers to come and stay with either of them poured out but you insisted that he was good to you.

Tommy came up the steps midway through one of Polly’s stories that had you laughing so hard your ribs hurt.

“Time to go, love” He announced from the doorway once the story had ended. Esme handed you a piece of paper under the edge of the table and winked at you.

“Thank you both for everything today, really I don't know how to say it enough. I had so much fun.”

“Come off it! You're one of us now. We will come by tomorrow for tea and see all you try on all your dresses, eh?”

“Yes please!” You hugged them both then followed Tommy down to the car.

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Modeling dresses was a funnier experience than you thought it would be. You were afraid to be looked at but at least they were family. You knew that they were doing this to try and make you feel welcomed. Polly helped you in the bathroom showing you how to dress and layer things properly. You showed them your everyday stuff but then it was time for the fancier stuff. You tried on a red one that Esme had insisted on you getting. It was a tighter fit, and you had no idea what you would wear it to, but you also wouldn't be tucked away in the kitchen for parties anymore.

You came out and Polly let out a loud wolf whistle.

“Look at you! Going to have to fight the boys off.” Esme called out with a laugh.

“Do a twirl for us love” Polly said. Tommy came through the door to see what the fuss was about. You watched him suddenly look distressed causing you to feel a panic in your stomach.

“Absolutely not.” He called out sternly. You locked eyes with him and immediately dashed into the bedroom to change, not understanding what was wrong with the outfit. There was quite a commotion outside Polly had started up and Esme couldn't stop laughing. There was a knock at the door and you opened it.

“Not the red one love. Not until you're 60, and all the men have been wiped off the planet. Then you can wear the red one.”

“I don't look right in it?” Your heart sank.

“There aren't enough bullets in the world to keep people away from you in that dress. In my opinion it's not the attention you need. Ever. Or at least till you're 60.” He looked like the conversation pained him.

“So no boys till I'm 60?” Your eyebrows knitted together.

“At least”

You let out a defeated sigh and he left to let you change. There was further harassment being doled out on the other side. You knew it was your choice to wear the dress if you wanted to, but you still thought his need to protect you was nice.

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Boys didn't matter in the end, even your male teachers were afraid of you. Tommy had your last name changed and you learned very quickly that it was a title that came with a lot of respect.

School was too easy, so you spent almost all of your time with the family.

You learned quickly that Arthur had a temper, you’d gone down to the yard to meet with Charlie to bring him a package from Tommy when you saw Arthur starting to lay into someone.

“Fuck someone needs to stop him.” Charlie had muttered out loud. Naturally you figured he meant you so you walked up in between the two men and tugged on his sleeve. His fiery eyes softened when he saw it was you. He leaned down and you whispered up to him that he should stop now. That he didn't need to be that angry, everyone was safe and we could deal with that guy later.

“Excuse us” Arthur said and cleared his throat. The man moved away and briskly fucked off out of the yard. You patted him on the shoulder.

“It’s alright” You said and he took a few moments but he came down eventually.

Tommy all but screamed his head off at you later on. How were you to know that he was yelling at another rival gang leader, you certainly did not see the other men with their guns out. You’d just seen Arthur upset and wanted to help him.

You burst into tears and ran up to your room. The silence only lasted ten minutes before Tommy had come up to your room pulling you into a tight hug. Suddenly you realised he wasn't mad at you but afraid of losing you. A pain bloomed in your chest and for the rest of the night you felt the need to be close to him. You did your homework and extra reading at his desk that night and for once he didn't complain about you shoving the papers aside to make space.

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John was a lot of fun to be around, he could be prickly at times but you were sharp enough to call him out on bad ideas before they’d happen. He and Esme were loud and funny, you were always trying to make them laugh and enjoyed the feeling when they did.

He’d let you tag along to The Garrison one night after exams had passed. He gave you a whiskey as a celebration, which turned into a few whiskeys before the night was out and you stumbled home with them. Esme tossed you a blanket for the couch and you drifted off into a warm sleep. Tommy showed up the next morning looking like he was going to send someone to their grave so you closed your eyes and pretended to still be sleeping. John talked him down in the kitchen talking about the stuff they got up to at 15, plus something about needing to be able to handle drinks.

Suddenly your stomach turned and you made a mad dash to the toilet. You were sick and your head was pounding. One of his hands held your hair back while the other steadied you.

“It’s alright love. I’m ‘ere, just get it up.” He comforted you and John came through with some water.

“Come on love, you didn't drink enough to be sick did ya?” He joked but you caught the look that Tommy gave him and suddenly he was on the hunt to find some ginger root in the kitchen.

John and Tommy spent the better half of the morning helping you feel better.

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Tommy was what every daughter would hope for in a father. He was hard on you but he loved you in ways that were obvious.

You had woken up from a particularly horrible nightmare, you turned on your lamp and walked with shaky legs to the bathroom to get some water. When you saw what was an impossibly large spider by the tap handle. A shriek that could have risen the dead left your lips as you made a run for the bedroom door.

“DAD!” You yelled right as he’d opened the door with his gun out. You threw yourself against his body.

“What the bloody fuck happened?!” He said.

“Buy a new house. We can't live here.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Spiders. The biggest spider I have ever seen. I can't, it's just horrible.” You whimpered into his chest and you felt him relax and swallow his anger.

“Where’s the spider, love?”

“In the bathroom, on the tap.” He let go of you and went into the bathroom carrying out the spider with his hands dropping it out the window.

“There, all safe now, eh?” He said looking you over. He could feel the conflict going on inside you. “Alright come through then.”

He tucked you into his bed.

“Is it just the spider that upset you?” he asked hesitantly.

You let out a long sigh.

“It's just….Girl stuff.” Your eyes watered at the embarrassment.

“Ah” He got onto the other side of the bed and turned the lamp out. Somehow the darkness made it easier to talk.

“I hate it, everything is fucking upsetting and I have no control over myself. The cramps are murderous and I punched an older boy in the courtyard yesterday because he laughed at one of the younger girls' braids. I'm not mad about beating his ass, but I'm mad that I cried afterwards because I couldn't help it. Fucking pathetic.” You whispered in defeat.

“Well. I don't know what that’s like, but I do know what it's like when your mind isn't your own.”

“And the nightmares are worse” You whispered.

“Well come here if you want.” He lifted his arm and you scooted closer resting against his side. “Nothing is going to get you here. You can take the day off tomorrow and rest. You already know everything they will teach you there anyway.” you barely caught the end of his words before you were asleep. Drooling on his chest out cold.

_____

Tommy let out a breath. His mother was dead by the time he was fifteen, and he certainly didn't crawl into his fathers bed when he got scared or upset. Maybe he wasn't doing this right. Maybe he should be harder on you, teach you to be strong. But then his mind wandered back to the scars that littered your arms from the beatings at the orphanage, or the way you’d broken down when describing how that man had touched you, how hard you had to fight to get away. Or how tightly you’d grip his arms after waking up, always running from faceless men trying to harm her.

The world hasn't been kind to you in the slightest. You’d been tough and strong your whole life. Hell you were digging holes in his backyard and dragging bodies in the night before he’d even known your name.

You had pulled the family out of disaster with your quick thinking.

When Arthur has a nightmare or a fight with Linda he calls the bloody house to talk to you about it, John only trusts you to watch his kids as you were the only one bold enough to punish them and keep them safe while the family was out.

Polly found the daughter she’d lost in you, she’d come around the house more than ever. Even if just to sit and watch you do homework. Teaching you about how to be a woman and do things the gypsy way at every opportunity.

Esme finally had someone who wanted to roll around in the dirt with her. The two of you were always out in the garden now that the weather had gotten better. He thought back to finding the extra wood behind the stables turned into an immaculately built chicken coop. Painted green like you thought it would blend in with the grass and go unnoticed.

He snorted, you were absurd but there wasn't a task on the planet you couldn't manage.

He thought back to their conversations he’d had with the family. How you actually made him smile and laugh, like there was life blown into the family again. He rarely argued with Polly now, somehow you had a way of translating between them.

You’d walked in on some of the worst family fights they’d had, somehow managing to sooth and advocate for everyone simultaneously till the problem was fixed.

Everything he did was to keep you safe, but he knew you were a nasty fighter and would manage perfectly fine without him. A thought, he realised, made him feel much better. Clearly things were just fine, he realised that you’d called him “dad” when you saw the spider. He never thought himself competent to be a father and yet here he was, heart slowly thawing out. He kissed your forehead and fell asleep.

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*I couldn't help myself*

John and Arthur teaching her how to shoot and Arthur showing her how to throw a proper punch.

Tommy taking her along with Johnny Dogs teaching her about nature and how to camp.

Okay but then she grows up, 18 or so, and Sir Oswald takes an interest in her. And she hates him immediately because he’s a disgusting person with horrible political values but also because he gets handsy with her. She gets really mad at Tommy when she finds out he’s joining his party. Only to find out this is all to bring him down obviously. After the assassination attempt fails, she finds him later at his hotel. And he thinks it's going to be an easy shag, that Tommy must have sent her for something and she drops off some documents but manages to poison him. He dies and she escapes all sneaky like. She tells Tommy and he’s mad she risked herself like that but is also relieved that it's over. No one ever finds out who managed to kill him.

Polly has a big fucking wedding and she gets to be the flower girl and helps arrange everything so its perfect. Plus adds in a few surprises.

Her being more involved in the family business and finally finding a way to make it legal, the whole family getting absolutely trashed celebrating afterwards.

Also I kind think she would get along with Alfie quite well and at some point something horrible happens so Alfie takes her and the kids in to keep them safe till the family can figure it out. But in that time maybe she has a fling and falls for one of Alfie’s men or a nephew that's around her age. She ends up calling Esme for advice which Tommy overhears and loses it on the phone. Once everything is sorted between the gangs or whatever the danger was, Tommy doesn't like the situation, but he knows she’s not a little girl any more either. So he just tolerates it and him and Alfie fuss over it constantly.

Tommy holding her tight and trying not to cry before walking her down the aisle on her wedding day.

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Reader's first day at school Ideas: https://padfootdaredmetoo.tumblr.com/post/678000035482451968/what-would-yns-first-day-of-school-be-like

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[gretelshelby]

F*ck Off

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, jealousy, angst, fluff

Word Count: 1564

Summary: Tommy can’t stand the guys trying to get your attention anymore.

A/N: Angry Tommy makes me weak. Yelling Tommy makes me weak. Sorry, not sorry. Take this as a little Valentine’s Day present. I love you guys💗

"Where the fuck is Y/N?" Thomas Shelby asked the room, barging through the doors of the betting shop, hair disheveled and coat flying behind him.

"She went out with some fella about an hour ago, said she'll be back," Arthur responded looking up from his chair, an almost empty glass of whiskey in hand.

"What's wrong brotha, did something happen?" he continued observing Tommy's wild eyes.

"Yeh, yeh something's fucking wrong! She said she'll meet me at the Garrison an hour ago, but were is she now eh? Out with some bastard who what? Invited her? Where?" he yelled throwing his cap across the table and slamming his hands on the table.

“She’s with Oliver,” Polly said blowing a stream of smoke from her black cigarette.

“Jesus Christ,” Tommy muttered under his breath knowing exactly how much you disliked the guy. You had expressed to Tommy how rude you felt declining Oliver’s continuous invitations to go out with you. Apparently you had finally agreed to the man.

“Fuck this,” Tommy recollected himself and left the shop as quickly as he came in.

***

You felt terrible for what you were doing. Betraying Tommy and Oliver at the same time. You promised you’d go out with Oliver a while ago but kept canceling because of business that came up with Thomas. It wasn’t always business though. You’d ask Tommy to create some sort of extravagant scenario that would act as a proper excuse for you to not be able to go out with Oliver.

But as far as Tommy goes, you thought he’d understand, as he knew the numerous times you’ve asked him to be around you when there was a chance to run into Oliver. Tommy knew you preferred him over Oliver, right? That the reason you always wanted him to be around was because he was the one who made you feel safe and happy?

“So, Y/N, Tommy’s been really pushing it these days hasn’t he? Always working, day n night?” Oliver said as you walked together down an emptier street near the Garrison.

“Well... yea but business is business. It doesn’t sleep, can’t rest. It’s always daytime somewhere,” you explain getting irritated that he was directing an insult towards your boss.

“He shouldn’t be working you like that, Y/N. Does that man have no respect towards women?”

You stayed silent knowing very well Tommy treated you like a Queen and listened to every word you’ve ever uttered. Awake and when you were asleep.

“Honestly, why do you stay to work for him? That is no man who will help you in your future. He’s wasting your time Y/N,” Oliver clicked his tongue and looked down at his feet sinking through the dirty gravel on the street.

“Let’s have a drink,” you suggested looking up towards the pub. Your own safe place. Oliver nodded and you headed in as he held the door open to you. You didn’t like having the attention of other men around you, other than Tommy. God when would this be over. Hopefully after a drink and a smoke he’ll decide that this gathering was enough for the day. You weren't exactly engaging or laughing along with all of Oliver’s jokes anyway. At least that’s what you thought. People always told you you seem like an angel before figuring out your truth, years later when you finally let them in. Maybe you were being too nice to him and you didn’t even notice. Why didn’t you just say no the first time he asked you out?

You seated yourself at one of the wooden tables near the center of the pub, by the booths. Ordering a whiskey for himself and a gin for you, Oliver began conversing you once again.

“I always see you here,” he says trying to catch your eyes as you tried to look everywhere else but his own.

“Yea, I frequent the Garrison when I have time,” you agreed with a nod.

“But you never invite me.”

Well isn’t that enough for you to take a hint?

“The Shelby’s take me after work to cool off.” you say, which wasn't a lie. Every other day Arthur would drag you along with everyone else to his pub.

“Why can’t you come with me?”

“Well I’m here aren’t I?”

Just then Tommy’s familiar cologne wafted over the space as he pulled a chair from the neighboring table and roughly skid it towards your table. He sat himself forcefully between you and Oliver resting his one elbow on the table and his other hand on his knee.

“Don’t worry Mr. Shelby, I just wanted to take out Y/N this afternoon. I’ll bring her back to work,” Oliver faked his confidence in front of your boss.

Tommy cleared his throat, his eyebrows still raised from the moment he sat down.

“Yeh?” He cocked his head, then a moment later closed his eyes and pulled out a cigarette.

“I’m sure you would’ve brought her back to me knowing all the work I make her do,” he laughed at himself placing the cigarette between his lips and clicking his lighter alive. He hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked in his first drag and blew it out in Oliver’s face. You didn’t know what it was but something about the way Tommy was acting was incredibly attractive to you.

“You’re a bad man Mr. Shelby,” Oliver shook his head. “Let the lady enjoy her life aye? You can’t just string along every living woman with your bloody awful family. You're gonna strip her of her future, do you take pleasure in that? .. bastard...”

Hearing him speak was making your blood boil and you could feel your hands itching to tip the table over in Oliver’s direction.

Tommy leaned back in his chair and breathed out another whisp of smoke, waving it in the air nonchalantly.

“Go on, carry on like I’m not here,” he nodded towards you and Oliver. You clenched your jaw trying not to smile as you watched Tommy’s amused expression and glinting eyes trace over the other man. Oliver sighed and downed the rest of his glass.

“Why do you listen to him when you’re not at work Y/N?” Oliver asked you bringing you back to the conversation.

“Because I choose to,” you simply state and shrug.

“Yes but why?” Oliver pressed on, agitation growing on his voice.

You looked over at Tommy who was already looking at you and waiting for your response. His eyes seemed brighter all of a sudden and his lips never looked so inviting in front of the almost stranger sitting across from you. All you wanted was to climb over his lap and kiss him. Escape all questions and just kiss the devil who drove you home every night. The one who yelled and screamed when you weren’t around but sat and listened when you were. The one who couldn’t sleep at night but could when you were in his arms at night.

Tommy knew, he knew very well what you wanted. Just as he always did. He wanted you just the same. But he waited to see what you would do to answer Oliver’s question.

You shook your head and looked back at Oliver. “It’s just a matter of formality. He is my boss at the end of the day.” Tommy smirked as an array of very informal thoughts of you ran through his head.

Oliver finally turned his attention to Tommy who he was trying not to address directly since he came in.

“Do I need your permission to go out with your employees Mr. Shelby?” He hissed and grit his teeth.

Tommy looked ahead into the distance and nodded with a frown on his lips but his eyes were laughing.

“Yea, cause she’s not just a fucking employee,” he chuckled and got up from his chair and placed his cap on from his pocket.

“Cmon Love,” he reached out his hand in front of you. You took it exhaling at the familiar feeling of warmth from his skin. The moment you stood he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you close to the side of his taller frame.

“We’ve got work to do,” he told Oliver as he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“O fuckin hell,” Oliver called out cursing at Tommy.

“Fuck off,” Tommy snarled waving his arm at Oliver and pulling you away.

***

When you walked out of the Garrison you impatiently escaped from Tommy’s grasp. His eyes widened at the feeling of you getting away but you quickly turned back to him, pulling his face down with your small hands and crashed your eager lips on his. He smiled into your kiss before placing his hands over your cheeks devouring you into him.

Eventually, you pulled away to catch your breath but kept your eyes trained on his.

“You’re a bad man, Mr. Shelby,” you teased watching him lick his lips and roll his eyes.

“And I do bad things,”

You nodded pressing your thumb to his lip, enjoying the tight grip he held you with.

“Do bad things to me,” you whispered as he stared through the barrier of your eyes into your soul. The only thing keeping you from collapsing was his arms holding you up.

“I have no problem doing that,” he smirked pulling you down the street.

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[clairecrive]

"Jewish women" - Alfie Solomons x reader imagine

Hello everyone! I'm actually drawing in stuff to study but since I had this sitting for a while in my drafts I thought to give it to you while I try and work on the other imagines I've talked you about. I'm sorry if there are any typos but I haven't proofread it.

I just wanted to thank you for the support you've been giving me, it's actually mind-blowing and I'm very thankful for every smallest interaction you give me. From a like to a comment to an ask, they all warm my heart. So thank you, thank you, thank you.💞❤️

I'm sure I've bored you with this by now but remember that I'm always here for you. Not only for your requests but even if you just want to talk!

Well, I'm gonna leave now. Hope you have a great day and like this imagine. Can’t wait to hear your thoughts!

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Hearing Alfie shout wasn't a shock for anyone who had been to the bakery more than once. His strong voice filled the building and you were able to listen to what he was saying even if his office was far from the basement he was in.

"Jewish women? You do not go anywhere near them, because Jewish women for you are off the fucking menu." You hear him threatening and furrow your eyes in wonder.

You knew that Alfie was very protective of his people but why warn those men against going for Jewish women in particular though? Don't all women deserve the same kind of respect? Does this mean that he held them higher in his regards than other women? If that's so, then why was he wasting his time with you?

You didn't consider yourself as religious but you were a Catholic. Hebraism doesn't look well at mixed religious pairing, you knew that. Alfie never talked about it so you just figured that he didn't want that for himself and you had accepted it. Now though, in the light of what you just heard, you began to question your relationship with Alfie. It was still in the early stages so you didn't expect for things to become serious in the near future. Although, there was no point in denying that you wanted, hoped them to. Even if it took a couple of months.  Now you started to wonder if he wanted the same thing though.

What if he was fooling around with you because he knew that he couldn't get what he wanted from Jewish women? or that he respected them more than he did you?

The realisation hit you like a heavy brick to your face and suddenly breathing wasn't such an easy natural process, the air getting stuck in your throat. Feeling the walls of Alfie's office begin to close on you, you get up knowing that you should get the hell out of that place. You quickly stumble out of his office and hurry down the hallway too focused on steadying your breath to notice him before you. His strong hands reached out to hold your arms before you could crash into him.

"Woah, slow down pet. Where the 'ell are ya goin' in such a 'urry?" he says, amusement filled his voice until he saw the millions of emotions that swirled in your eyes. Wondering what could have happened in the safety of his office, he begins to open his mouth to ask you what was wrong, when your voice precedes him.

"I need to get out of here, please  excuse me." you weakly say trying to wiggle out of his hold.

"What are ya talkin' about? What's the matter pet eh?" he asks now concerned.

"As you don't already know." you can't help but mutter under your breath making his eyebrows go up in wonder.

"What shoul' I know?"

Annoyed with his apparent naivety you struggled with more force to get out of his grip. Noticing your discomfort he lets you go and you immediately bolt away from him and out of the bakery.

"Where the fuck are you goin' eh? Y/N!" you hear him call you from behind you and fearing that he was following you, you pick up your pace to put as much space as possible between you two. Storming out of the bakery you started to mindlessly walk away from it. You felt like had been walking for hours, exhausted with tearstained cheeks you sat on a bench to catch your breath.

"Would ya be so kind as to tell me what the fuck is goin' on Y/N?" his voice startles you when he plops beside you. You hadn't noticed him following you out of the building. He was out of breath and you knew about his bad hip so seeing him so dishevelled made you feel guilty.

"Alfie your leg. You shouldn't have followed me." you said trying to stop your voice from trembling.

"You joking, right? You storm out of my office, a crying mess and you expect me to just let you go?" he explains offended

"Why would you care? I'm not Jewish." you mutter huffy

"And what the hell does that have to do with anything?" he asks surprised

Gathering up all the courage you were able to find in your small body, you finally ask the question you were dreading to.

"Are you with me just to spend your time while you look around to find a nice Jewish woman you can marry?" you tried to keep all your emotions off your face.

Your question makes him frown and his bushy eyebrow shot up. Nodding in understanding he finally replies. "You heard what I said down there didn't you?"

"I think the whole London heard you." you scoff

"Well then love, there's something ya should know," he said and you braced yourself. "Camden Town is primely inhabited by Jewish families, innit? Since I got the bakery running I promised to take care of those families. I wanted those gypsies fuckers to know their place, right?" he tries to make you see his logic

"Yeah well I also live in Camden Town, don't I deserve the same amount of respect they do?"

"If you think that I haven't let them know that if they so much as look at you twice I'll shoot them in the fucking eyes, you don't really know me love." he replies scoffing at the insinuation

"Doesn't it bother you that I don't share your religious beliefs then? That we can't marry?" you shyly ask him with a blush blossoming on your cheeks

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there, won't we love? In the mean time, I don't give a fuck about anything that isn't you. Besides, no one can stop me from marrying you when the time is right." he sweetly admits holding your hand while removing the tears from your face. You couldn't help the smile that crept on your face at his sweet yet somehow smug words.

" Now gimme a kiss love. " he grumply said and you were more than happy to obliged, your heart finally at rest knowing that all your insecurities were unfounded.

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[saintsir4n]

EPILOGUE

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF WAR, DEATH AND DEPRESSION

1918

ARMISTICE.

The war had finished.

Four years of bloodshed and treachery, lies and survival, broken promises and death.

Within those four years, a lot had changed for the people of Small Heath.

In the second month of nineteen fifteen, Eden Dawkins gave birth to a little girl, Inara Nadine Shelby. Her teal blue eyes were the first thing everyone recognised, bright little things that followed you around the room, just like her father's, but she'd gotten her bronze complexion from her mother, as well as her dark kinky locks. When she gave birth in the Vardo, Polly was quick to spread the word, writing to her nephew, who had already sent a letter about a name suggestion, Nadine, a French name that meant hope, which they all needed. Hearing that his daughter was partially named after his mother, brought him to tears whilst covered in blood, sweat and mud. Inara had a beautiful meaning; heaven sent and after receiving a picture of his two girls, he placed it in his dog tags, kissing it every time he felt like life would leave his body and take him away.

Tommy addressed all the letters he sent to Eden as follows,

Eden Shelby 12 Watery Lane, Birmingham, B9 4HN.

But as the mud thickened and clung to him like a second skin, the letters gradually died down, but Eden didn't lose hope, she had to keep going, despite being a new mother, she helped care for Martha who had been pregnant at the same time as her and given birth to twin boys William and James two months after Inara. It was supposed to be a happy time, but the pregnancy took her life and broke the family, and if only that were the last of the deaths that would render them in such a way. John wasn't the same after he'd heard the news of his beloved wife, torn between injuring himself so he could be sent home to his kids or to continue to fight alongside his brothers.

He stayed, of course, fighting, digging and slashing enemies.

As the year first year of the war was drawing to an end, Eden slowly gave up on her dream of getting out of Birmingham. Her family needed her, both families. Although she and Dorris stayed in touch, even fulfilling their promise to bring little Inara to 'the poor man's heaven', they started to grow apart. Dorris wanted to move away, to London and finally got enough money to do so, she and her mother were planning on leaving in the new year.

Everyone thought the lads were going to come back when nineteen-sixteen came around, but that wasn't the case at all, they stayed fighting and Eden fell ill only for a month, bedridden and filling those around her with worry. Allegedly it had something to do with Inara's birth, the infection almost spread around her body, but her mother recognised the symptoms and caught it before it was too late. The young nurse wasn't drafted due to that. Being so close to death, Eden turned to god, finding religion again, believing it was the only thing she, her mother and Polly had to lean on.

Slowly she was back on her feet, typing away on her typewriter, in between Inara's feedings, spending time with her and also caring for the other new additions to the family.

The summer of that same year, The Lonely Stallion, by Adam Garden, was published, it was tough, but with Dorris' connections she got from starting her new life in London, it happened, Eden was an author, coming up in the ranks, just like Tommy was who became Sergeant Major.

Unfortunately, it wasn't much to celebrate, Tommy was getting dragged further into the mud and had to bear the weight of not only his best friend Freddie taking a bullet for him, but witnessing the death of Cecil Dawkins, his future father-in-law stunned him. Killed in action, those words shattered Celestine's heart and took a part of Eden's with it. The last letter that he wrote to his wife and daughter ended with a prayer, 'Give me strength and courage to keep moving forward, give me the strength to see my girls, especially little Inara.

Time moved on, but it took another life, Lorenzo Changretta was impaled by a bayonet, after pushing his brother Angel out of the way. Once word got back to Birmingham, Eden didn't really react, she couldn't if she did she wouldn't be able to function and after her father, she barely recovered, thinking about Enzo's lifeless body only motivated her to keep striving and not look back. She and Dorris didn't speak much after that, the latter only sent gifts to her goddaughter during the holidays but that was it.

Due to a new regime called 'daylight savings' being implemented, days were longer, which meant the grief process clung to everyone like a bad smell.

Inara Shelby began talking in broken sentences in the year nineteen seventeen, asking who the man in the pictures was, that's daddy, Eden told her and broke down in tears when her daughter called out for him at night. Despite the success of her book, she felt a disconnect, her father, her best friend and her Tommy hadn't returned, and some never would. Eden didn't receive a lot of royalties for the success of the book, partially because it would be impossible for her to collect them in person, so she sent the trusted surrogate uncle for the Shelby family to get them, much to his discontent. She donated some of the money to the Shelby betting shop and the rest to her mother.

Reaching nineteen-eighteen was gruelling and tough, but Eden got there. Every day she would wake up afraid to receive a letter that someone else had been killed in action, but fortunately, none came. The four years since the war started had shown on Isaiah and Finn, who'd grown up quickly. They understood death despite their young age and always stuck together, even helping care for the youngest members of the family. Ada felt lucky, that although part of her family was torn, they were alive, or at least that's what she hoped, she went to church alongside Eden, Celestine and Polly and on the side helped other families that were struggling, all while the betting shop had sustained.

The women ruled the empire equally and fairly, when Eden wasn't working or raising her daughter she was at the betting shop, helping Polly with whatever. She wasn't the best at numbers but she got better, better at a lot of things actually. Multitasking became one of her strong suits and it had to be when raising a Shelby. Soon they managed to purchase a car, it was beaten up, but it was easily mended, after she knew what needed to be fixed and being the daughter of a carpenter, her father used to tell her about the best auto shops.

Inara never stayed in one space, always wanting to explore and run around, so every week, they brought her to Charlie Strong's yard, where she watched him with all the horses, round them up and even wanting to help. Since he didn't have the Curly there, Charlie occasionally let little Inara feed the horses, seeing Tommy in the young girl was unsettling for him, nevertheless, being the man he was -- a man of very few words, when he talked, she listened, which came as a shock, because the troublemaker barely listened to anyone, if it wasn't her mum or aunts. Shadow also took to her like he knew that she was part Tommy.

"'Nara!" Eden called her daughter's name from the bathroom.

Today was the day they'd be coming home.

Polly instructed, coming up the stairs,  "Eden it's time, they're comin' home, get your things, your mum is downstairs with Isaiah, I'll round up the rest of the kids, you get the little troublemaker."

Eden didn't know what to feel, excitement? Sorrow? Joy? Everything was all over the place, not everyone they'd waved away would be returning.

She and Polly grew far closer over the years, leaning on each other when times got rough and boy did they.

Turning around, Polly banged on her niece's door, "Ada c'mon! It's only your brothers who you 'aven't seen in years."

"Give me a second!" the Shelby woman shouted from her room.

"Nara!" Eden left the bathroom and opened Tommy's bedroom, seeing her daughter rise from the floor after playing on her stomach.

Pale blue eyes met hers, and along with it was a bright smile, the little girl had two bows at the end of her corn rows and a red dress Polly made flowed from her frame.

"Yes, mummy? I was playin' with Dolly," the three-year-old beamed, holding up the doll her grandfather bought for her all those years ago, it was a toy horse, soft and fluffy that Inara hadn't let go of since it was placed in her crib.

Kneeling down she tickled her daughter's sides, the giggle and squeal that fell from the girl's lips put a smile on Eden's face. Anything her daughter did made her proud, even recently, she'd been listening in conversation that Isaiah and Finn were having about spelling and the three-old girl somewhat caught on.

"We're goin' on a little trip to the station, where we'll meet your uncles and daddy," she told Inara, whose eyes doubled in size.

"Meetin' Daddy?" Inara's accent was almost as thick as hers.

Celestine always told Eden how much Inara was a replica of her, despite the blue eyes, Inara had beauty spots on her face matching Eden's which no one could ignore.

"Yes, we are" Eden nodded, matching her daughter's excitement.

"Will he like me?" the question had them both frowning.

Inara only saw Tommy in pictures and heard about him in stories, just like cousins with John. it was weird, she felt connected to her father, but also worried he wouldn't like her.

"He'll love you, sweetie," Eden was certain of it.

Inara continued with her questioning as she fidgeted with her toy, "Is he the same as before he left, will he play with my dollies, like Katie, Billy and Jamie?" she referred to her cousins using their nicknames, preferring to pronounce them than William and James.

Eden harshly gulped at the thought, they won't be the same, no one will be, "I don't know if he's the same, but we'll find out soon and you can ask 'im to play with you, and he'll say yes and if he doesn't, y'know what to do?"

Inara quickly pouted and fluttered her eyelashes, a trick that Eden taught her, but regretted whenever it was used against her.

"Good girl," Eden praised, standing up and opening up the closet.

"'Ave you got your neck...nex...lace?" Inara managed to say as Eden turned to show it off with a grin.

"My necklace and I do, smart girl," Eden grabbed her daughter's coat. November weather was brutal and she didn't want her daughter to catch a cold.

"We leave now?" Inara asked after they both had their coats on.

"Yes, my girl," Eden responded, "your cousins are downstairs waitin', with Aunt Pol, Ada and Granny Cece."

"Well come on," she grabbed her mother's hand, much to her amusement, "let's see Daddy."

And off they all went with a sense of dread and joy in their step. I'll be back for Christmas. Lie, I won't be gone for long. Lie. I'll come back to you...so many promises were broken.

As they all reached the station, Eden muttered to herself, words that weren't heard amongst the crowd of people rushing to reunite with their loved ones.

"We better meet again Thomas Shelby or so help me God."

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a/n:

ridley asha bateman as 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗯𝘆

sorry i killed off cecil and enzo, loved writing them, but they will be missed. many things happened through those four years, even figuring out how to add small details was bittersweet as i really loved writing this book. it's sad how many people changed and never reverted back to their old selves, mainly because they couldn't and had no support, especially if they were poor.

the book that eden wrote was basically a parody of the peaky blinders plot and since there were very few men she trusted with the information of her writer's name, she made sure that charlie strong (i didn't know whether or not he went to war, but's indicated that curly might've) retreaved her royalies, despite it being very little money, however it put her 'name' out there.

the bonus chapter I'll publish will be the reunion between tommy, inara and eden, it'll be short but sweet. hope you enjoy and please comment and vote.

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[shelbystales]

Ceramic Lessons - Part one

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Warning: nothing so far, this is a slow chapter.

A/N: this is my first time writing for Cillian, so a small reminder that this has nothing to do with his real life. I’m not sure where this is goin or if it is going anywhere but here it is. I`ve been going to some ceramic classes myself and let me tell you… it`s sexy as fuuuck.

English is my second language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistake

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Cillian never imagined himself stepping into a ceramic studio on a Saturday morning. He was convinced to attend after much insistence from his sister Sile, and it was weariness that eventually persuaded him.

She had been attending the same class for a few months, and according to her, it was the best thing one could ever imagine. The connection with ceramics and the meditative state during the class provided her with some peace that no therapy ever could.

Cillian had gone through a divorce six months ago, leaving him emotionally strained. His siblings, Orla, Sile, and Páide, had been trying to help him cope, as it was a complicated divorce. However, he found solace in focusing on his work and being there for his son, which led him to isolate himself a bit. His siblings have been trying to get him out of that isolation, something that he admired (because it showed they cared) but never asked for.

Almost every Saturday, Cillian and his brother used to play poker, an activity he despised, but was forced to attend by his brother. Spending hours staring at cards and poker-faced men was far from his idea of fun. So, when his sister Sile kept praising the ceramics class, it began to seem not such a bad idea.

The studio was located in a serene corner of the city, surrounded by greenery, and the entrance door was a soft baby pink, contrasting with the white walls. It had no name calling you in, if you passed in front of it, you would never know it was a pottery class studio.

"Ready for the best experience of your life?" Sile asked excitedly as they walked towards the door.

Cillian smiled and replied, "Let's see."

The pink door swung open, revealing a spacious area with a wall adorned with glass doors that led to a small garden filled with large plants and some garden benches and tables. The rectangular space wasn't too wide or too deep, just the perfect size. It felt homy and welcoming.

An incense burned, filling the air with the scent of citronella, a fragrance Cillian wasn't sure he liked yet.

The studio's floor was made of burnished concrete, and the white walls were adorned with numerous shelves overflowing with various ceramic works.

In one corner of the room, Cillian spotted some equipment he recognized as a pottery wheel after watching a video of his sister creating a small vase. In another corner, workbenches were filled with an assortment of tools.

Cillian found himself standing in admiration for a minute, taking in the surroundings. Everything appeared chaotic yet perfectly organized at the same time.

On the veranda, around the tables and chairs, there were women chatting. Other women were scattered throughout the space, and a man was cutting and weighing the clay.

"Come on, let me introduce you," Sile said, pulling her brother's arm, and he went along with it.

The women greeted him and tried to hide their whispers and smiles, but someone who has been in the spotlight for many years could pick up on those nuances. He took a deep breath and decided to ignore the attention while answering a question from one of the women about his latest film.

After, another question followed and then another… Cillian wanted to escape from that place. He looked at his sister, who gave him an apologetic look and tried to change the subject, but it wasn't necessary.

"Alright, shall we?" a sweet and gentle voice interrupted, capturing the women's attention as they began to stand up. Saving Cillian from that interrogation.

Looking back, Cillian saw the woman whose voice it was. You, with your hair tied in a completely messy bun, wore loose, worn-out denim overalls with straps, and they were completely stained, which he assumed was clay. Under the overalls, you had a simple black workout top, and you were pulling pottery wheels to form a semicircle in the center of the room.

You seemed like a reflection of the studio—messy yet perfectly presented.

"This is our teacher," Sile whispered. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Cillian tore his eyes away from you and frowned at his sister, questioning her true intentions for bringing him here. It wouldn't be the first time Sile tried to set him up with someone.

"Come, let me introduce you," she said, pulling him by the arm again. This time, Cillian hesitated at first but allowed himself to be led by his sister.

"Y/n, this is my brother, Cillian," Sile introduced as they reached you.

With a gentle smile, you greeted him with a nod. Sile has been telling you for ages that she’s trying to convince Cillian to attend one of your classes. "Hi, Sile talks about you a lot. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Well, welcome to my class."

"The pleasure is mine," he replied, smiling. "Sile says this class is the best thing in her life right now, so I had to come and see for myself."

"Really? That's good to hear, Sile” you said genuinely happy “Oh, I guess we better protect your clothes from stains. Sile, please go to the kiln room and get an apron for your brother so he won't get his clothes dirty," you said, and Sile nodded leaving you both.

Looking around, Cillian noticed all the women putting on aprons and getting ready.

"Have you worked with clay before?" you asked him, and he shook his head.

“No, i haven’t" he answered

“Hm, I hope you enjoy it. Oh, don't get frustrated if you can't make anything you like today," you smiled "It's harder than it looks, but I’ll help you through it" you chuckled and turned your back, walking over to the man who was cutting the clay.

The man's name is Loui and he uses your studio to produce his art. As he is still a small artist, he doesn't have much financial return, so his way to pay you for the space is by helping you during the classes. He’s also quite a good friend and confidant .

As you talked to Lou, Sile returned with a black apron and handed it to Cillian.

"There was a hot pink one inside, almost took it, but felt sorry for you," she laughed.

"Good sign of character," he joked, putting on the apron.

"Come and get your clay," you said, handing a piece of clay to each person. "Today, we'll work with 300 grams. You can make plates, vases, or jars. So big pieces today guys" you explained to everyone

"Can we split and make two things?" one of the women who bombarded Cillian with questions earlier asked.

"No, Helena. We'll work with the whole piece of clay, stepping out of our comfort zone," you replied, and she nodded, a bit frustrated.

After everyone got their clay, they moved to the workbench, now covered with marble slabs, and began kneading the clay as if they were kneading bread dough.

You turned on your sound box and put on some nice lo-fi music before going to Cillian and explaining to him this step.

"This step is the most important," you said, standing next to him, who observed everything a bit lost. "We knead the clay to remove air bubbles and make it smoother. If there are bubbles, the piece might crack during firing. Let me show you how it's done." You took the ball of clay gently from his hand and guided him to the counter. "To avoid back pain, it's good to put your supporting foot forward and use your whole body to move." You began explaining and kneading the clay. "You make the movement with the palm of your hand pushing, and pulling with your fingers. It will form something like a cow's face." You made two holes in the indents of your palm and two on the side that wasn't kneaded. "See?" You asked with a smile, and he nodded, seeing that it indeed resembled a cow's face. "Now, your turn. Do it for about five minutes and you should be good" you left the clay on the table for him and watched him make his first move.

As usual, for someone who had never done it before, Cillian's movements were a bit off.

So, for him to feel the right movement with his wrists, you approached and pressed your hand on top of his.

"Let's go, without fear. You can press the clay harder. Don’t need to be gentle," you instructed.

Cillian was afraid to admit it, the moment your hands touched his, he felt himself blush. The choice of words were also a bit ambiguous, making him blush more.

With some instructions, you corrected him, and by the end of the five minutes, he was doing the movement almost perfectly.

"With practice, you'll get the hang of it," you said with a smile. "But now, it's good. Choose a pottery wheel and have a seat. I’ll be right with you."

Cillian followed your instructions and chose a pottery wheel to start his work.

“Liking so far?” Sile asked, sitting next to him.

“Better than poker” he answered making Sile smile “a little of an arm workout as well” Sile chuckled

“Yeah, where do you thinking I’ve been gaining all these muscles” she flexed her arms, showing off her biceps

“You are adorable,” Cillian said with a smile, not impressed by her biceps.

You finished helping one of the students set their clay on the wheel and went to give Cillian some attention.

You had to admit that having him in your studio was a bit weird. Yes, Sile has been telling you for ages that she would convince him to come, but to actually have him here, it’s weird.

I mean, he is Tommy fucking Shelby and now fucking Oppenheimer. Why the hell is he here in your tiny and messy studio? It was almost as if you felt intimidated by his presence.

Just treat him like any other student, you told yourself as you walked towards him.

As you approached him, he felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. Making his heart beat a little faster, a feeling that he weirdly enjoyed.

"So, what do you intend to make?" you asked, curious, while adjusting the wheel's position in front of him.

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe a vase," he replied, looking at the lump of clay in front of him.

"Going with the classic. Great choice. Alright girls, and Cillian” you chuckled as you were now, talking to everyone “now let's start rolling. Anyone needs anything, I'm here.” You turned to Cillian and sat in front of him on a tiny wooden bench. “You need some more attention. I’ll guide you step by step. Let's begin. First, wet your hands to prevent the clay from sticking," you suggested, showing him how to do it. "Now, place the clay in the center of the wheel and press lightly with your hands to secure it. Press the pedal, you will see it will start spinning. Adjust the speed on your feet as you feel more comfortable with it"

Cillian followed your guidance carefully, feeling the cool texture of the clay between his fingers. Slowly, he started shaping it, giving form to what would be the beginning of a vase.

"That's right, mold it slowly, feel the clay, and let it guide your hands," you encouraged him. “Now here, different from before, you have to be gentle, the clay won’t suport much pressure. Just feel it.” You explained to him.

Cillian followed your instructions, but it was indeed more challenging than he expected. Once he seemed to be doing good, you stepped away from his side, letting him explore the clay on his own.

The clay didn't quite follow Cillian's hand movements, and just when he thought he was getting the hang of it, the clay would break or warp in a way he didn't intend.

"Having a hard time there?" Sile asked, laughing, after Cillian gave a frustrated slap to the clay, trying to reshape it in the pottery wheel.

"I think I wasn't born for this, Sil" Cillian grumbled.

"Patience, bro," Sile said with a smile. "Ask y/n for help. She can assist you."

You were helping another student mold a large bowl, the biggest piece in the room. You applied pressure to the student's hand, which in turn shaped the clay.

The atmosphere in the room shifted between moments of conversation and laughter to moments of absolute silence, where everyone was fully focused on their work. This current moment was one of silence, and you were completely dedicated to assisting the student, appearing almost in tune with her.

Cillian thought about calling you over, but he preferred to keep observing you work.

Your face radiated with a large smile, even though it was now speckled with clay. You looked in your natural habitat, completely confident, happy. You looked like a genuinely happy person to him.

"I'm going to leave you now," you said to the student.

"No, I'm going to ruin everything!" She said, laughing. "Please, help me finish."

"What!? No way. You need to finish it on your own; you can do it," you chuckled.

"What if I mess everything up?" She asked, feeling insecure.

"Then you make another one," you replied. "Remember, with clay, you can always start over," you winked at her and gently removed your hands from the piece in front of you.

Walking around the room, you assisted another student before going over to Cillian, who was struggling to mold a not-so-promising sphere.

"Having difficulties?" You asked, sitting in front of him again.

His extremely blue eyes met yours, and for a second, you felt a flutter in your stomach that took your breath away. Little did you know that he felt the same.

"Yeah, I can't seem to get the clay to obey me," he replied after clearing his throat.

"Okay, do what you were doing. Let me see what we can improve," you said, and he nodded. He began to apply pressure to the clay, shaping it into a vertical cone.

He continued working on it as you observed his moves, analyzing his technique.

“Ok, i know I told you to be gentle, but try applying more pressure to your fingers, you have to maintain a steady motion, your fingers here are weak, they’re not doing much work” you advised, your voice calm and encouraging “here, excuse me. Let me show you” you place your hands over his, providing a subtle help. “Feel the clay respond to your touch, almost as if it’s guiding you, but at the same time you have to guide it, so no weak fingers” you smiled

Cillian couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. There was something about you that just made his blood rush faster through his veins.

It wasn't just the touch itself, but the way you looked at him with those warm and encouraging eyes that sent shivers down his spine.

In that moment, the sensation of your hand on his felt intimate. almost as sexual tension grew between the both of you. He assumed this feeling might have been a projection of his own desires, a reflection of the void left by his recent divorce. But he couldn't deny the way his heart skipped a beat when your hand touched his.

The way his eyes intensely locked onto yours, and the subtle lingering touches exchanged during the process, sent shivers through your body as well.

You tried to focus on the task at hand, helping him shape the clay, but your heart raced with every brush of your fingers against his.

This had never happened before in your classes, and you'd had many male students before.

You tried to push those feelings aside, reminding yourself to be professional, but you found yourself drawn to him in a way that surprised and excited you.

With your guidance the clay finally started to get a nice vase shape and you broke contact with him completely. After breathing deeply you smiled

“I think you’ve got it now” you said and he cleared his throat and nodded

“Yea, thank you” he answered almost in a whisper

You stood and went to the kiln room, to get a glass of water.

You felt like you needed a break after an intense moment like that and wondered if he felt the same, or if it was your simple desire for that hot Hollywood star.

"So, did you like it?" Sile asked her brother after the class ended.

She was placing her vase on the shelf. She had done a much better job than him, her vase was almost perfect. Each student had a designated space on the shelf where their sculptures were left to dry.

"I liked it," he replied, taking off the apron.

"Are you coming back next week?" She asked, with excitement in her eyes, happy at the idea of having her brother with her during the classes.

"I think so," he answered, his gaze fixed on you as you praised one of the students for their work.

Sile did a little dance of joy. "We need to ask y/n to make some space for you on the shelves," she said excitedly and went to talk to you.

After Sile told you that her brother would continue with the classes, you looked at him, smiled and approached.

"I'm glad to know you liked it," you said. "The vase turned out well."

"It was a good challenge... and the vase is mediocre. Leaning to one side and squashed on the other," he laughed.

"It's great for a first project, Cillian," you smiled. "Let me make some space around here," you said, and began to rearrange the shelves.

Upon closer inspection, Cillian noticed that each shelf had a name written on it. Judging by the number of shelves, it seemed like you had many students.

You took the vase from him and showed him where his shelve would be.

“I must say i’m happy to hear we will meet again next week” you told him and he smiled

“So am I” he told you, with his piercing blue eyes locked on yoursl, once again making your body go through weird waves of excitement.

Shit, is that his super power? you asked yourself.

You thanked everyone for their presence and you wished them a happy weekend as you went on helping Loui clean the studio for the next class.

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Gun Metal and Daisies Masterlist

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An introduction

Chapter 1- it’s a crime for a bluebell to look THAT good

Chapter 2- Maybe first impressions are overrated anyway

Chapter 3- “Are you a whore?”

Chapter 4- A second encounter that was not any better

Chapter 5- Intrigue and like are two very different things

Chapter 6- “I never called you Bonny, Bonny.”

Chapter 7- a warm hand is better than cold so let me hold yours

Chapter 8- Some secrets are better left surprises

Chapter 9- Rome wasn’t built in a day, but it did burn down in one

Chapter 10- “You can’t make a monster cookie to honour my name, Bonny.”

Chapter 11- If I cannot bend Heaven, I will Raise Hell

Chapter 12 pt.1- “The last time we were here, you put a gun to my face”

Chapter 12 pt.2- “The last time we were here, you put a gun to my face”

Chapter 13- What a plot twist she was

Chapter 14- “How the FUCK did you make porridge taste good?”

Chapter 15- “I wish you well on your pursuit of being.”

Chapter 16- “you have shoes that need lacing up, and you don’t know how to tie a shoelace?”

Chapter 17- “A dinner of bread and butter makes the world go round”

Chapter 18- What goes up must always come back down again

Chapter 19- Family means bullying the shit out of your siblings until they try to stab you

Chapter 20- “Are we really going to make this into a habit?”

Chapter 21- “Maybe one day I’ll get hit by a train.”

Chapter 22- “Would you ever want to fall in love?”

Chapter 23- Hypocrisy isn’t pretty

Chapter 24- Isolation is not safety

Chapter 25- “This is karma”

Chapter 26- “I did not take you as the jealous type.”

Chapter 27- “You’ve known her for two months and you still don’t know her name”

Chapter 28- The story will always glorify the hunter until the lion learns how to write

Chapter 29- Grief and love

Chapter 30- However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light

Chapter 31- Tea and revelations

Chapter 32- “I have a soul as old as Rome”

Chapter 33- “Nostalgia is a dirty liar”

Chapter 34- Well-fed devils are better than famished saints

Chapter 35- “What does an ant on our planet know about our cities?”

Chapter 36- Tea and gossip

Chapter 37- Birth, death, the silly bit in between

Chapter 38- Human conceits

Chapter 39- “How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?”

Chapter 40- Nothing ends poetically

Chapter 41- “You shouldn’t be here”

Chapter 42- Bastard. Selfish bastard

Chapter 43- “I don’t want to die”

Chapter 44- Peculiar people

Chapter 45- “Can you feel the love, Bubs?”

Chapter 46 pt.1- Successfully evading responsibility

Chapter 46pt.2- Successfully evading responsibility

Chapter 46 pt.3- Successfully evading responsibility

Chapter 47- The storm is strong, my dear, but we, we are stronger.

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[valkrist]

“Oh, sorry, I always forget that you didn’t find someone yet.“

Tommy could’ve groaned. It wasn’t their first conversation of that kind, seemed to happen at least thrice a year - at every meeting, to be more precise - but Grace really didn’t plan on stopping. Would probably never do it, always too satisfied afterwards, not being able to find the same, intense satisfaction somewhere else. It was a weird satisfaction, one only exes could have, no matter how they had broken up.

He couldn’t even say why exactly she had to be so mean. Was it because their relationship hadn’t turned out that well, wasn’t quite functioning even if they both had felt so much? Was she mad at him, even if they had decided it together, and wanted to make his life a living hell every time they met? It didn’t make any sense, Grace herself having made it all that complicated and making fun of him now just because she had found someone else.

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Can you please write a part two to the Tommy Shelby x reader kidnap-torture fic where they’ve ended up married to each other but she’s pregnant when they thought it impossible after her abuse, but they welcome a little boy who becomes the apple of his parents eyes and fast forward a few years they have twin boys and she’s pregnant again but this time it’s a little girl who they name after Polly and Esme

Can you please write a second part to the comfort fix with tommy Shelby, where the reader gets kidnapped and beaten to get information about then Tommy finds her and comforts her/super protective too where she is married to Tommy and she finds out she is pregnant and they’re both real happy as they didn’t think it possible but they end up with twin boys, Charles and James.

Part one: https://padfootdaredmetoo.tumblr.com/post/664441022260117504/hey-i-was-wondering-if-you-would-do-a-comfort-fix

Thank you both for waiting! I ended up with two very similar requests so hopefully this makes everyone happy!

Summary: Things pick up right after the first one ends, gives a brief look at the relationship then right to baby town.

Warnings: Pregnancy, child birth, thoughts about death, waking up in the hospital.

It was a surprisingly short recovery, you were back attending to the books after three weeks in Tommy’s bed. Your return to work was heavily supervised and consisted of you stuck at your desk while everyone fussed over you for another two months.

Your relationship with Tommy took off, that quiet time spent talking, reading, and getting to know each other more intimately felt more like a honeymoon than anything else. It was a welcomed rest for Tommy, as you kept him busy enough not to start slipping.

Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night panicking, he’d gently try to check your pulse and breathing trying not to wake you. You’d sit up with him and try to calm him down, something that took a little bit of time to master.

There was a lot of sex. Him being cooped up in the house with you recovering meant he had three weeks of just touching you. Learning every way possible to get you off with out actually fucking you, do to your fragile condition.

Things settled, once you were all healed up you’d gone back to your apartment. You made it into bed only to lay there awake, frightened of being alone without anyone. You laid there till you heard a knock at the door that had you shaking like a leaf. Eventually peeking through the peephole with a loaded shotgun in your hand, you saw Tommy on the other side of the door. He didn't want to take away your freedom and space, insisting he sleep on the couch. You’d only held on to him tightly taking him through to your room.

Only logical thing to do was to move in, neither of you would sleep otherwise. That way if he was gone on business, there were maids around, most of the time Esme and Polly would come over to get loaded with you in the kitchen anyway.

Then you were living together, happy as ever. Naturally you married him. It was a perfect wedding. Family was loud and merry.

But as the business grew larger, the more he was pulled away. Eventually it got to the point where he was taking over London with more cocaine in his blood than plasma. You were at home running things with Polly. You knew deep down there was going to be a breaking point. He’d start sleeping with others or worse.

One bright morning it arrived, the breaking point. Your head was in the toilet and your balance was all over the place. You yelled for Francis telling her to let Polly know you weren't well enough to come in.

You sat against the cool tiles of the bathroom and tried to calm yourself. Deep inside you knew that there was something considerably different about you. But you thought about everything and chalked it up to being overloaded, you were stressed that Tommy was sleeping around, the two of you arguing constantly, the business was more in your hands now than it had ever been before.

You’d been using coke to manage the particularly stressful days, drinking too much liquor to get to sleep. Esme had just had a baby so she was busy and you were busy making sure that she was supported.

But that’s all it was, you were burnt out. This was a panic attack, all you needed to do was have some water and go back to bed. Rest a little bit.

The door opened and Polly was there looking you over. How long had you been sitting there lost in thought?

Then she placed her hands on your breasts and her eyes lit up.

You were burnt out, because you were pregnant.

You put your head back in the toilet puking. She got you sorted out and laid you down on the bed. As soon as your head hit the pillow the tears started. She left the room and you took some deep breaths.

How am I going to do this? Tommy was so far away, Nazi’s running around, a business on my shoulders, keeping the family in line? How would I do all of that with a kid on my hip? I guess I had nine months to figure out.

How stupid am I being? I always wanted this deep down.

Guilt splashed through you. Maybe the family would just have to look after you again for a bit. You placed your hands on your tummy and started crying even harder. Praying that your body could support a healthy baby, and that you’d be able to protect the little one from the world around you.

Polly was back with some tea and she finally started talking.

“You're pregnant, now we need to get a doctor to do an examination to make sure your insides are alright.” She took a long drag of her cigarette, giving you a searching look. “Unless you don't want to do this, in which case no one will know except for me and we'll get it done before Tommy’s home.”

“No!” Your hands came in front of your belly, unable to comprehend the thought of someone taking this from you. Fresh panic spread through your body about the situation, body shaking.

“It’s alright, love. I am happier than ever” She gave you a big smile placing her hands on your tummy. “Just wasn't sure if those were happy tears or -”

“I'm scared Pol, real scared. I don’t know how to do all of this.” You blurted out and she seemed to find something amusing in your words.

“Well you won't be alone, love. Everyone feels that way the first time. But even if Tommy can’t be, I'll be right beside you the whole time.” Her eyes got a little watery and you finally felt like you could breathe again. You then realized Esme was there in the doorway. She must have only heard the last bit of the conversation, but before you could ask her why she was here she was going off about it.

“What’s the bastard done? I swear to god I'll kill him. If you get a divorce it will be fine you can stay with me and John, and Poll and I will look after you till your back on your feet.” She ranted while climbing into bed under the covers next to you. She grabbed your hand and you saw how worn out she looked.

“Esme, why are you here, you should be in bed?” Polly asked slightly amused at her grumpy composure.

“Fuck sakes I am in bed. I'm just in this bed now. Tommy called saying the maid told him you were sick, and crying. So he assumed I’d know what was wrong. He couldn't reach Poll so he asked me to come over. Not that he needed to ask. So what's happened eh?” She brushed some of the tears from your cheeks.

“I'm pregnant” You watched her face light up, and any thoughts of being alone were permanently diminished. She let out an excited scream pulling you into a tight hug.

“Oh love, don't be scared about anything. Trust me I have been through anything that could possibly happen while pregnant.” You thought back to all the times you sat in the hospital praying for her, and the few times she’d miscarried. Nights spent in her bed helping her through it. “Plus Poll’s an expert, between the two of us you won't even notice Tommy’s not around” She looked at you with sad eyes.

“Tommy will come around. He’s busy but he loves you, more than anything Y/N” Polly said with a knowing look.

“I'm scared he’s seeing someone else.” You whispered.

“He can be daft sometimes, but he’d have to be completely stupid to do something like that.” Polly said but you could tell that it really wouldn't surprise her if he was.

“Stupid if he thought that John and I wouldn't kill him.”

Polly went back to take care of the shop and you stayed in bed all day with Esme. She finally fell asleep and you were happy to see her finally getting a rest.

John called with a screaming baby in the background. You drove over and picked the little one up. Taking the babe upstairs once you got her settled down. Reluctantly you woke up Esme and she fed the baby, both of them falling asleep in the process. Once they were both sound asleep you decided to take a bath, leaving the door cracked open just in case.

You slid into the hot water enjoying the feeling of your muscles relaxing. You closed your eyes and relaxed. The door opened and you expected to see Esme, but Tommy was there looking distraught. He shut the door quietly, then got down on his knees grabbing your face.

“I didn't think you were coming home” You said still in disbelief that he was here.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, relieved that you didn't seem to be in rough shape. You nodded, suddenly racking your brain trying to find a way to tell him. Should you wait and do something cheeky or sweet? Or till you’d seen the doctor and confirmed everything? But when has Polly ever been wrong? You already felt your body starting to prepare.

He got a washcloth and started washing your back, you let out a soft moan at the contact.

“Tommy?”

“Yes, love” You noted how tired he sounded. He started to soap up your hair and your eyes watered at the sudden intimacy of the moment.

“Are you seeing someone else?” You hated how your voice broke, he turned your face looking you in the eyes.

“No.” He said firmly and you believed him, you could always tell when he was lying. A skill that led to a lot of arguments. You breathed out a sigh of relief. He continued with your hair and you had to tell him. Even if you lost the baby it would be a horrible experience for him if that's how he found out.

“Good, there will barely be room for three in this relationship with the current state of things” His hands stopped and you caught his puzzled expression.

“Esme and John are splitting?” He asked in disbelief, referring to her sleeping in our bed with the babe. You wanted to laugh, his mind immediately assuming that if John and Esme were to split that you would adopt her like that.

“No” You took his soapy hands out of your hair and placed his hands on your tummy. The look of adoration on his face chased out any doubts you had. He leaned in kissing you as shampoo ran down your face. You noted the mistiness in his eyes, as he looked down at your stomach.

“How?” He asked.

“Well I'm assuming it was last time you were home when you took me on the- “

“No,” He said, chuckling. “I mean they said you couldn't. Do you need to see a doctor?” There was a deep sense of concern in his composure. Something you couldn't comfort, you had no idea if your body would keep the baby or not.

“Polly’s taking me to see the doctor tomorrow. I’m sorry, I probably shouldn't have told you till I’d seen someone.” You really shouldn't have put more on him, he was so close to snapping and you suddenly felt guilty about asking if he was sleeping with someone.

“No, I should have been the first to know, I should be around more.” You accepted his words for the apology they were. He went back to bathing you and you felt yourself melt under his gentle care.

Esme had woken up coming in through the door to check on you.

“Oh, Sorry!” She said not wanting to interrupt the moment.

“It's alright.” you said.

“Can you give us a moment?” She asked Tommy, and he reluctantly left the room.

“Did you tell him?” She whispered

“Yes'' You smiled, and she let out a sigh of relief. “And he's not seeing anyone else, I feel stupid for asking.”

“Don’t be, I’d go crazy if John was gone for weeks at a time.” She reassured you. “If your alright, I might head home to start on dinner”

“Of course, sorry. Thank you for staying with me today.”

“Love, you’ve seen me through everything. I couldn't bear to leave you alone in a time of need. Not that I was much help, I was asleep nearly the whole time. Thanks for grabbing her off John. It’s the most rest I've gotten since she popped out.”

“Don't worry about it I was happy to see you getting a proper rest, love” With that she left the bathroom and you heard her telling Tommy to look after you and call if anything strange happened. Then to keep you away from coke and hard liquor and a few other things in a hushed voice. You always thought it was funny when Esme told him off, or gave him advice. He always politely took it knowing that offending her would only offend you, then upset Polly.

He came back in and helped you up, you were grateful as the room started to spin. He quickly picked you up out of the bathtub and sat you on the toilet, drying you off as you caught your breath. Blood shifted back into place in your body, vision restoring itself. He still insisted on carrying you back to bed. Once he had you tucked in he got out of his clothes getting into bed next to you.

Suddenly you were torn by the desire to take him after being untouched for so long, and the urge to sleep. Sleep won the battle as he pulled you against him.

“You really thought there was someone else?” He asked thoughtfully, running his hands through your hair.

“You used to come home every couple days, and now I haven't seen you in three weeks.”

“I couldn't do that to you, love. I’ve almost got him where I need him and this mess will be sorted.”

“I know, I don't know why I got so afraid.”

“It’s alright, I’m going mad being away from you. I won't be able to manage knowing you’ve got a babe in you too. To risky leaving you alone”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s people everywhere looking to take us down, more so than usual. That and if something were to happen I want to be there” You immediately knew that he was referring to losing the baby.

“I'm scared too. I don't know if my body-”

“Shh, none of that, you're the toughest woman I know. That baby couldn't be in a safer place. I just don't want you to have to do it on your own.” You felt your heart swell and you let sleep take you both.

After that you were rarely alone, Esme, Polly, and Ada kept a close watch on you and when they were busy you would end up sitting with John or Arthur.

The doctors told you that there was a slim chance at you carrying the baby to term. You were a mess and Tommy did his best to cope with the news while comforting you. Polly came by and read your tea leaves, telling you that it was a load of horse shit. You and the babe we're going to be just fine.

Tommy came home every night after that, the travel wore him out but it was but at least he could actually sleep at night.

By the time you were six months along the British Nazi party had been terminated by the family. A tense night of sitting in the kitchen with Esme and Poll, praying that they would all make it home okay.

They did and Tommy promised that was his last large adventure. He was back in Birmingham after that, running all of the factories from his old office in the betting shop. You were delighted to have him so close.

Then you felt as if you were carrying a giant pumpkin in your belly. You started to get more fatigued, but you still pushed through. Everyone tried to convince you to stay home and rest, you brushed them off till Esme sat you down one morning.

“You are going home and getting your feet up, do you know why?” You glared at her.

“No I’m -”

“Because you're carrying my nephew in there and I want him to be strong and healthy. He can’t do that with you here, uncomfortable and stressed out.”

“Are you guilt tripping me into going home and resting?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yes.” she gave you a wicked smile.

“Bitch” She only laughed.

“Tommy!” She called out and he rushed into the room, immediately coming over to touch you. “Take her home and tell Francis that I’ll skin her alive if Y/N does so much as lift a finger.”

“Ugh you're the worst friend ever” You said exasperated, Tommy looked at you for a moment and you nodded your head. He helped you into the car and took you home.

Two days of rest, and Tommy thought it alright that you came with him to the family meeting. It kicked off the way it always did and it took the usual ten minutes for the thing to implode. Everyone was yelling, normally you would shut this down and go up against Tommy yourself finding a happy medium for everyone. He wasn't unreasonable; you just needed to know how to talk to him. This time around you were too tired to bother. You just sat back and enjoyed the show. Apparently the little babe inside you had some pressing counter points to the argument at hand, because suddenly your water broke.

“Tommy.” You said taking a deep breath. He didn't notice you over the commotion.

“TOMMY!” You screamed as the first round of contractions pressed through your body. He was by your side and he and Polly took you through to the house, sitting you on the couch. You tried to take some deep breaths, the pain was horrible, but not as bad as the thoughts swirling in your head.

Your mind immediately went back to that room, how you hung there. What if you died, insides still mangled, leaving Tommy here with a babe. Contractions came and went, you sat there trying to get out of that place in your mind. You were here with them, this pain was a baby. Your baby. Time passed as you waited for the midwives.

“Fuck me” you gasped as the pain became more consistent. Tommy was there holding you while everyone else ran around like chickens. John yelling at someone on the phone, Arthur trying to find car keys. Esme started boiling water. And Polly’s cold hands were suddenly traveling up your skirt.

“By a lady a drink first” You said out of breath. She laughed.

“Need to see where you’re at, love. Midwives are still delayed, but I need to know if it's worth driving you into the hospital.” She stuck her hands in a place you certainly never thought they’d never go.

“It's time.” She said to you with a fierce look. You knew by her eyes that this baby was going to come out and she was going to be the one that pulled him from you. You gave her a nod.

“Everyone out!” She shouted. The boys patted Tommy on the back wishing you luck. Esme stayed close by your side. The pain was unbearable, but you’d been there before. Esme laid out the towels and Polly guided you onto your knees. Your mind was still slipping in and out, you tried to focus on Tommy’s hands squeezing your shoulders, the fire beside you, Esme’s words of encouragement. And the strength of Polly’s love as she wrangled a baby out of your body.

You were on all fours and could feel that your body was getting close to the end of what it had been working hard towards. Tommy’s hands never left your body, then suddenly you felt that last push coming.

Next thing you knew Polly’s hands had guided the baby out of you.

You collapsed down onto your side, your legs and arms so tired from holding you up. Resting your head in Tommy’s lap you saw the little babe wiggling in Polly’s arms before your vision blacked out.

You opened your eyes, everything coming back into focus. Esme was holding the screaming baby while Tommy held your body tightly. You realised that your body was still contracting, fighting something that felt like a losing battle. Polly’s hands were deep inside you, she pulled the afterbirth from you and you almost passed out again. Laying there partially conscious you felt Tommy’s hands gripping you tightly as if he was trying to hold your soul in your body. He whispered praise and affirmation in your ear, stroking your hair.

“She’s alright, just give her a moment.” Polly reassured him. They helped you up into a sitting position getting pillows and quilts from upstairs. You didn’t feel him relax till you were holding your son, latching him on your breast. Finally a moment of silence. You felt completely winded, but the amount of oxytocin that flooded your brain made you feel impossibly happy.

Once you were properly cleaned up, the family re-gathered. John brought over some clothes for the baby and Esme got him dressed while you sat in Tommy’s arms. They gave him back.

“So what’s his name then?” Arthur asked and you realized that with everything going on you’d hadn't even thought to seriously discuss names.

“Charlie?” You whispered to Tommy. His eyes got ever so slightly misty and gave you a nod of approval.

“Charlie.” You announced slightly louder. Everyone enjoyed the tender moment.

Then the midwives finally arrived looking borderline terrified to arrive this late. You didn't mind though, not everyone had people like Polly around and the thought of having a stranger do that would have made you very uncomfortable anyway. They took you into one of the bedrooms to check over you and the baby.

Tommy surprised them by insisting he stay with you, father’s probably weren't this involved in the process normally. Esme insisted John stay with her when she’d had her babies. But most of the time the new fathers brought a baby into the world by getting smashed at the pub.

You gave his hand a squeeze while they checked the baby. Happy and healthy. Now the younger one got you to lay back and checked you over.

“Everything seems fine, miss. Lucky your mum was there to take such good care of you.” You smiled and she checked your abdomen. “Looks like you’ve seen a few rough days eh?” She gave you a concerned look.

“I was in a car accident a few years back.” You lied and she relaxed immediately. She probably worried that Tommy was the reason your body had an excess of scar tissue.

“Mary, can you come check this?” the more experienced midwife came and began palpating.

“Ah, well I can tell it must have been bad, that baby is a blessing. Tough lady you are.” She said palpating your ribs and stomach. It was painful and she reminded you to breathe. Tommy was tense holding the baby, hating every second that her hands were on you.

“Now love, remember to rest lots. And if you're in any pain call a doctor immediately. Mr. Shelby, please make sure someone is there to keep a close watch over her in the next few days.” Tommy gave her a nod. She helped you get your clothes back on. Tommy thanked them again, handing them a wad of cash each before Arthur showed them out of the house.

You were grateful that he’d given them a tip, the two of them looked completely rattled from the night they’d had. You hoped that whatever birth they got held up at had a happy ending like yours.

Charlie, Johnny dogs, Isaiah, and Curly came by after that and it was a true Peaky get together. You let Tommy introduce his son and you watched how Charlie’s eyes lit up as he looked over the little boy named after him.

Before you knew it Charlie had settled into the world and you were exhausted. Esme was around constantly being equally as exhausted. The older kids would go outside or sit in the library playing cards on rainy days. While the two of you managed the two tiny ones. It was really nice that her little one was only 10 months older than Charlie.

Then it was the baby's first Halloween, then Christmas, Easter, and birthday. Tommy was a good father which was a relief. Little Charlie had something you never did. If Tommy was called away he called every night before bedtime, and someone in the family always stayed with you till he came back.

Dark times were approaching. Tommy said there were the beginnings of another war approaching. Something in your bones knew he was right.

Tommy had gone behind your back to build a large family home out further into the country. Something that he, John, and Arthur had kept to themselves. It was a massive plot of land. Lots of space for the Lee family and Johnny dogs. You had to follow a massive dirt driveway surrounded by thick old growth forest and cross a small stone bridge before you finally arrived at the house. Two guest houses in the back and three main houses all on one plot of land. You didn't see how this would help with the war until he took you down into the basement. A massive bunker had been built with food and supplies.

“Tommy, I don't know what to say.” You said softly there was a feeling of terror in your stomach. He took you back into the sitting room while Charlie ran around the empty house.

“If there’s a war, it's not going to be like last time. I have intel that the weaponry has changed, if I have to go.” You gripped his arm and he pulled you close. “If I have to go, I need you and Poll to look after everyone again. Anything strange happens or sirens blow, you take everyone down into the bunker okay?” You nodded.

“I’m scared”

“Me too, love” He kissed the top of your head.

Three days later everyone had been included on what to do if a war kicked up. Esme was in love with the place, there was room for her to have chickens and sit by the river, she was also thrilled at the fact that she wouldn't have to drive a half hour to see you.

Two years passed with no war and no need to move.

It was a spring morning and you were about to go get Charlie out of bed, when a familiar feeling washed over you. The same lighted headedness and nausea. You immediately slammed open the bathroom door, causing Tommy to throw back the shower curtain. Before you could apologize for startling him you were on your knees puking your guts out. He got out of the shower and held onto you as you felt your head begin to spin. After he helped you sit on the ground properly resting your head back against the wall he went to get everything sorted for the day.

Pregnant again?

Arthur came to take Charlie to school once Francis had him ready to go. Charlie came into the room to kiss you goodbye, and Arthur assured you that he could pick him up too and not to worry.

You laid on your side with horrible stomach cramps suddenly terrified. Tommy sat with you and tried to comfort you. Doctors and Polly were on the way. He helped you sit up and drink some water.

“Tommy what if I’m pregnant.”

“Pretty sure that's the case, love.” He said softly, kissing your forehead.

“But everything hurts so bad, what if it’s-” You could finish the rest of the words, tears started falling and you were sobbing into his chest.

“Even if that’s the case you’ll be alright. It’s not your fault.” He ran his hand through your hair while holding you close. “I’ll still love you, you're still Charlie’s mum, family loves you.”

You took a deep breath and listened to him reassure you, running his warm hands along your body.

Polly got there before the doctors and held your stomach.

“Pregnant” She said with twinkling eyes and a soft smile.

“But the pain” you asked softly

“Can be normal. This time there’s something different” She said, running her hands over your stomach. “Do you want to know?”

“Yes” you whispered.

“Twins. Both girls” She said excitedly. Tommy gave Polly a hug, then put his arms back around you. The doctor came and examined you confirming that you were alright and pregnant. Again letting you know that with the extent of the damage it was a high risk pregnancy.

Two twin girls on the way and a potential war hanging in the air. Thankfully your husband was who he was, you were fortunate enough to know that whatever happened he’d find a way to keep your children safe.

Things were very different this time around. Once you started showing Tommy was adamant you stay home. Something you were arguing about until Esme was almost attacked walking home one night. Nothing happened and John put the man's body in the cut, but it reminded you that these dark times were starting to close in.

That next morning you came downstairs to see that Tommy had made a makeshift re-creation of your work desk. You started laughing and he gave you a glare while putting your potted cactus in the window sill.

“You need to be here, love. I really need you to be here.” He said and you hated his pleading tone. Thomas Shelby only pleaded when your life was close to ending. You went over and surprised him by clinging to him tightly.

“So I guess we can just put Esme there at the other end ya?” He gave you one of those rare laughs.

“Sure love, whatever it takes.”

Esme moved to the other end of the table, John came by at three o’clock every afternoon to deliver all the papers and you let him and Esme sneak off to enjoy a moment without children. The books were always up to date and people would phone during the day constantly. You missed being there, but they organized everything so that you could manage efficiently from home.

This pregnancy was harder on your body, the larger your babies grew the more tired and sore your body became. Your belly was massive and little Charlie was constantly wanting to roll toy cars along the top of the bump. Tommy must have spoken to him because he tried his best to look after you. Little things like getting your slippers, trying to make you tea, or covering you with blankets. It was the sweetest thing you’d ever seen, you tried your hardest to spend as much time with him before the other two came and stole all the attention.

But more and more often you felt the need to go lay down or sit away from all the chatter. Your anxiety about the war and the business only increased with the amount of breaks you needed to take.

This didn't go unnoticed by Tommy, he tried to be there as often as possible. Sometimes even just laying next to you. Doctors only brought bad news, news that made Tommy hold you a little tighter and kiss you more often. You hated that he had to worry about you and the babies.

You hated that you might leave him alone with one to three children. Something that worried you to the point where you started scouting people to potentially take your place. It was a secret operation as you didn't want to upset anyone. So far you’d dug up three wealthy, or influential women that would strengthen the family. And hopefully be good with children and moody men.

On top of that you started a notebook for him about different things. Stuff to help with the grief and just stupid jokes and stories. You set aside notes written for Charlie and babies too.

Once you had made peace with your potential fate you tried to be around people more. Trying to enjoy them and enjoy being a part of the family. You could feel Tommy notice, but respected that he chose not to comment. Until he found your research project.

You had come up to bed exhausted from a long day, you showered and got yourself ready for bed only to leave the bedroom to see Tommy laid out on the bed reading your note book.

“Thomas!” You shouted and tried to snatch the book away.

“Bloody hell woman! What's this then?” you sat down on the bed knowing that you were too big and sore to get the book back. Shame fell thick in your body, you tried to keep your voice level.

“Just in case I don't make it, I didn't want you to feel like you had to stay single and do it alone.” You shrugged but you refused to meet his eyes. “I just want you to be happy, I want Charlie to be happy” Your voice caught and your eyes got watery. You cleared your throat and choked it down.

“Plus all these partnerships would strengthen ties with other families, hopefully leaving you all with more protection.” You finally risked a look over at him and was relieved to see that he didn't seem too angry.

“May Carlton is going to protect the family then eh?” He said with a cocked eyebrow.

“Well, no but you went out with her for a bit back in the day, always seemed happy afterwards and she’s good with horses.” You said face flushing. You had met her a handful of times and got on with her relatively well. Her attitude didn't change towards you when you and Tommy got together, even though they hadn't been together in a long while. Something that you appreciated as emotional maturity.

“Love, this is madness.” He grabbed your face and you looked into his wide eyes. “You are a Shelby. You are going to be fine. No one could compare to you, alright? You are going to stay here and be my wife, help raise our kids, and help with business. No one is taking you away from me. Understand?” His voice was thick with emotion and there was a pain in his eyes that made your heart go crazy. He didn't give you a chance to respond before his lips were on yours kissing you deeply. Your body took his warmth and affection and wrapped it around yourself tightly. His hands were all over your body gripping and groping you tightly reminding you that you were here and you were his.

You let out a moan of pain as your body seized up.

“Did I hurt you? Y/N what's wrong?!” His hands rested on your belly. You breathed through the contraction and felt the water between your legs.

“Water’s gone - Ah” You let out another groan of pain. He helped you into a better position on the bed and ran to the phone.

This time the midwives made it, they immediately requested a doctor be called when they came. Your mind was back and forth, the only distinguishable thing was the excessive amount of pain.

Doctors were there and you had never been more grateful for Polly and Esme. They advocated for you the whole time, not that the doctors were disagreeable when Thomas Shelby was there holding you tightly.

It was a horrible night, but eventually they got both the babes out. As expected they almost took your life in the process. You didn't see them before you had to be rushed into the ER.

______

You woke up in a bright white room and assumed the worst.

Looking around more closely you found yourself in an empty hospital room. Your eyes searched and saw no sign of Tommy or babies or anything. Your brain didn't have any conscious or logical thoughts before sending you into hysterics. You felt violated, not knowing what they had done to your body or why you couldn't move properly.

Where are the babies?! Your chest wrenched, did they make it okay?

Eventually you heard someone come into the room. Strong hands gripped you tightly. You tried to fight them but your body was barely responsive.

“S’alright love. S’okay. Calm down. You're okay.” You heard John’s voice and tried to take a deep breath but failed.

“Look at me.” You took another deep breath and looked at him. “Babies are fine, Esme and Polly have them.” You let out a breath of relief. “Tommy got called out and left me here to look out for ya. Sorry, you woke up alone, I left to take a piss.”

“Why can’t I move?” You said in a shaky voice. He gave you an alarmed look releasing you to move across the room.

“Oi! Why the fuck cant she move?!” He demanded. You didn't hear the response but he came back to your side and sat down.

“Just the drugs love, probably the same stuff they gave us in the war. It’ll pass.” He squeezed your hand and you took a couple more deep breaths to calm down.

“Is Tommy okay?”

“He was called away, don't worry about it. We’ve got half the blinders down at our house with the kids and a handful in the hall, more outside.” He nodded, seeming pleased with the safety measures.

“And what did they do with my insides?” you mumbled, still slightly panicked by not knowing.

“Honestly love, I have no fucking clue. The nurse said they would come through as soon as they can though. Esme and Tommy are confident you’ll be fine so I’m not too worried. Things down at the docs should be clearing up soon.” He smiled at you, the more you settled down the more you began to get sleepy again. You were afraid to be unconscious again, who knows who would happen.

“If you doze off, I’ll stay right here, promise.” He said in a knowing voice.

You knew that he would keep you safe and he took your hand giving it a squeeze, then you fell asleep again. You had weird dreams that you couldn’t quite pin down. You felt John get up, letting go of your hand and you jolted awake.

“What’s wrong?” You said trying to get your vision in focus.

“Nothings wrong, love. I'm here” Your whole body relaxed at the sound of his voice. Tommy’s thumb stroked your cheekbone, and you had to hold back tears. “The girls are fine, little Charlie’s trying to help Esme and Polly with them.” You nodded but then noticed that while his face was clean there were red stains on the collar of his shirt.

“We still in trouble?”

“Troubles just started, love.” he said and let out a tired sigh. You both rested for a moment before the nurse came through and explained everything that happened and how by some miracle you were alive and should make a complete recovery. Tommy dismissed the nurses insisting he be the one to help you get ready to leave. He slowly helped you change into a set of comfortable clothes he’d brought from home.

His patience wore out with the slow pace you set moving away from the bed. He scooped you up into his arms and carried you out.

By the end of the night you had two babes on your chest comfortably propped up in your bed. Tommy explained everything that was happening and you gave some thoughtful suggestions, things didn't look good out there in the rest of the world but you really couldn't bring yourself to care.

“What shall we name them eh?” You said changing the subject to a lighter topic.

“I’d like to name one after Polly.” Tommy said thoughtfully.

“Polly and Esme then? Esme’s got one of her girls already named after Ada” Tommy only laughed.

“Little Esme and Polly. God help us.”

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