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justabigassnerd · 2 years

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I can't lose you too

Pairing - Tommy Shelby x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,817

Warnings - drug & alcohol use, swearing, smoking

Summary - Tommy's daughter falls for the lures of alcohol and drugs and he struggles to cope

A/N - hey y'all, it's been a hot minute hasn't it?? As I said, I'm back from America and ready and raring to write. This request popped up while I was at camp and I simply did not have the time to write at all hence why it's only being released now (I apologise). Anyway, I'll stop rambling. As per y'all, please send in requests and enjoy!

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The moment you turned eighteen you knew you wanted to try new things. You wanted to try going out for a night and having your first alcoholic drink with your friends. You had somehow managed to convince your father to let you have a night out with your friends to celebrate you turning eighteen with the promise you’d be safe at your friend's house before midnight. It wasn’t ideal but dealing with a man like Tommy Shelby you only had two options, take it, or leave it. So you took the opportunity you had to go out with your friends.

“You’re still spending the night at Mary’s house, right?” Your dad asks as he greets you at the doorway of Arrow House.

“Yeah, the plans haven’t changed.” You say somewhat sarcastically, smiling slightly when your dad gave you a look, but he eventually softened and brought you into a hug.

“Stay safe, okay? If you ever feel like you’re in danger at any point you find a phone and ring me and I’ll come and get you.” He says after he releases you from the hug, holding you by the shoulders and looking you dead in the eyes.

“Okay, I promise if I don’t feel safe, I’ll call you as soon as you can.” You nod, smiling as he releases his grip on your shoulders and gestures towards the door with a slight nod of his head.

“I won’t keep you any longer. Off you go.” He says, smiling lightly as you nod and bid him a goodbye, heading out of the door and into your friend’s waiting car, driving off into the night.

The first thing that hit you the second you walked through the pub doors was the overwhelming smell of alcohol. Men were huddled at tables, beer bottles or glasses of whisky in their grasp as they conversed loudly, each table competing to be louder than the other. Your friends excitedly linked arms with you and the group of you found an empty table to sit at.

“Okay y/n, what drink do you fancy?” Your friend Mary asks, eyes gleaming as you think. You glance at the menu of drinks in your hand and pick a random cocktail. It sounded like a good first drink for you to try. As you stood up to go and order your drink at the bar your friends all grabbed you and forced you back into your seat.

“Birthday girl doesn’t pay for her drinks.” Eve insists.

“It was my birthday almost a week ago.” You laugh.

“So? This is our celebration for your eighteenth so therefore we will be paying for your drinks.” Christine follows up with, pulling out her purse and crossing to the bar to place the drink orders. You sit and chat with your other friends until Christine returns with the drinks, handing them out to each person. You then all cheers the drinks in celebration of you finally turning eighteen and begin to drink your drinks.

When the four of you finish your drinks, you decide to have another one, this time picking a different drink to have. You take the suggestion of one of your friends and try a gin, wincing slightly as the liquid stings your throat but enjoying the taste and feeling it gave you. As the night progressed, the four of you drank more and more, taking a few shots and trying a variety of drinks. The mix of alcohol probably wasn’t the best idea but being a Shelby meant drinking was commonplace and every Shelby could handle their alcohol.

At some point during the night, a man approached you and your friends and offered you some powdered drug.

“What is it?” You asked curiously. Despite drinking what you had been, you were definitely the most sober out of all your friends.

“Snow.” The man answers simply, sticking a cigarette in his mouth and taking a drag as your friends immediately grab the bag eagerly and pour it out on the table. You watch as they line the drug up and hand you a rolled-up piece of paper.

“Birthday girl goes first.” Eve says, each girl cheering as you take the paper and place it to your nose, sniffing deeply as you run the paper along the line of cocaine. The drug gave you a slight buzz as it settled in your system. Your dad would one hundred percent be mad with you for your actions, but you didn’t care. You liked the way the alcohol and drugs were making you feel.

When it neared the time for you to go back to Mary’s house, you made sure you and your friends drank a bunch of water to sober up enough to be able to drive the car and get to where you needed to be safely.

When you arrived at Mary’s house you were ready to collapse at any given moment. Now that the buzz that the alcohol and the drugs had given you was beginning to wear off you were ready to sleep. You only just managed to force yourself to clean your face and change into nightwear before crawling into bed and passing out within a matter of seconds.

Waking up the next morning, it felt like you’d been hit by a car or something. You could barely force your eyes open because the slightest bit of sunlight made your eyes burn. After a few tries, you were able to keep your eyes open and drag yourself out of bed. You got changed and went downstairs after catching a whiff of breakfast being prepared.

“Are you feeling as rough as I am?” Mary asks when you plant yourself in the seat next to her, immediately filling your glass with water and downing it as quickly as you could. You glanced at your friend as she rested her head on the table, staring at the food on her plate.

“Probably nowhere near as bad as you’re feeling.” You laugh slightly, digging into your food while Mary covers her eyes and curses lightly.

“Fuck my head is killing.” She whines, barely lifting her head and deciding to follow your actions and begin eating her breakfast in an attempt to fight off the pounding hangover. By the time you finished your breakfast you realised you should head home, knowing how your dad could get if you take too long to get home. Once you’ve sorted yourself out, and Mary was ready, she gave you a lift back to Arrow House. You thanked her once you got out of the car and told her to rest up before heading into the large house. You greeted Frances as you entered the house, intrigued to find out your dad was extremely busy with work and requested he be undisturbed, but she’d let him know you were back. You thanked Frances for letting you know and went upstairs to your room and as you laid on your bed you couldn’t help but think about how great the feeling the alcohol and drugs was and how you craved to feel it again.

Over the days, you found yourself giving into that nagging urge. You’d go out more often and drink yourself stupid before following it up by snorting snow until you had the perfect buzz. You hated yourself for giving in so easily to the urge and how your younger self would be livid with how easily you fell down the same path as your family members. Given how busy your dad was with work, you were able to sneak away more often than usual.

Unbeknownst to you, Tommy became aware of your constant leaving the house at night thanks to Frances voicing concerns about you leaving the house every night and not returning until the early hours of the morning and she could tell something was up because your demeanour was always different when you returned. Tommy took it upon himself to investigate what was going on with you. He waited until you went on your daily ride around the grounds of Arrow House before heading up to your room. He silently hated himself for going through your belongings, but it took him all of five minutes to find the drugs and alcohol you had stashed under your bed. When he found them, he had to sit for a moment, processing the fact you’d been doing this. Arthur has already been drinking himself stupid and recently started with drugs and it was no secret that Michael did snow on occasion. Tommy couldn’t bear the thought that you were destroying yourself with these substances and he knew he had to do something about it.

“y/n, could you come in here please?” Your dad asks the moment you enter the house after returning your horse to the stable. You nod wordlessly and follow your dad into his study, wondering why he called you in. As you entered the room you realised what he wanted to talk about when you saw the drugs and alcohol you had stashed under your bed on his desk.

“We need to have a chat about this. Sit down.” Your dad says, gesturing at the substances and then the sofa, making you sit and watch silently, dreading what he might say.

“What’s been going on with you? Why did I find all this in your room?” Tommy asks, and to your shock, instead of hearing judgement and anger in his tone, you found fear and confusion.

“I never wanted to do this. It just made me feel so good and I couldn’t help but want more. I’m so sorry dad.” You whisper, tears building in your eyes as you spoke, and you squeezed your eyes shut in order to keep the tears at bay, but a couple escaped and worked their way down your cheeks. Without hesitation, Tommy crossed the study to you, enveloping you in his arms and shushing you quietly.

“It’s okay sweetheart. I’m not mad I’m just scared. I can’t lose you too, so I want to help you with this. Will you let me?” Tommy says gently, rubbing a hand up and down your back to help calm you as you pull away, looking up at him with teary eyes. Instead of vocally responding to your dad’s words, you nodded, letting him pull you back into a hug, noticing the small sigh of relief he released as he held you.

You and Tommy, both knew you had a bumpy road of recovery ahead of you. But you weren’t as scared as you thought you were going to be because you had your dad by your side. And you knew he wasn’t going to let you down; he would be by your side every step of the way to support you. It was times like this where you found yourself grateful that Tommy was your father.

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lovebitesimagines · 9 months

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Delicate- Chapter One

I’ve never imagined how I would fall in love. Strange, I know. Most girls my age have already experienced the thrill of finding their sweethearts, with some having sampled a few of Camdens’ most eligible Bachelors, before settling for The One. Me? No. I’m twenty-five years old and kept under lock and key in my ivory tower. The difference is, no Prince Charming will ever be brave enough to attempt a rescue. That is asking for trouble. I might as well be handing them a shovel to dig their own grave. My father has often threatened to put a bullet in the skull of any man who dared steal a glance in my direction. I wouldn’t doubt that he would act upon his threats. After all, he is the most notorious gangster in Camden town. Lucky me.

Being the only daughter of Alfie Solomons sure does come with its challenges. Don’t get me wrong, there are the odd perks. I can’t deny that I enjoy the luxury of having a vast selection of dresses at my fingertips, but what is the point if I can’t even wear them anywhere? It’s almost as if I have a wardrobe filled to the brim to appease the shadows on my wall. Not many know of my existence, only a select, well trusted few. I spend my days confined within the grounds of the Solomon manor, and even then, that still comes with its restrictions. Do not enter this room, do not enter that room, don’t even think about stepping into the front grounds. God forbid one of the mere mortals spot me, and ignite a spark of gossip so fierce, that it sets the whole of Camden alight. So, this is where I have spent the majority of my life, locked inside the cages of the prison my father has created. A prison risen from the ashes of his own insecurity and fear over loosing me, like he did my mother.

“Any tea today dear?” Louisa, my housemaid and in some ways my only friend, asked. She is, I presume, in her early fifties, with hair tilting on the edge of grey with peaks of her previous red strands still woven through. I’ve known Louisa since the moment I was born and have gained comfort from her soft Scottish accent on more than one occasion. She had chosen not to have any family of her own, stating that me and my father where the only family she’d ever need. She bustled into my room, expertly balancing a tray laden with a teapot, cups and a selection of cakes. I felt my mouth water slightly at the sight, hopping down from my seat at the windowsill.

“I wouldn’t say no to a cup” I responded, a small smile playing upon my lips, as I made my way over to her. “And is that a lemon drizzle cake I see before me?”

“Indeed, it is. I thought you would enjoy a sample” she laughed, placing the tray down upon my dresser. The China clinked gently upon the impact, Louisa reaching forward for the tea pot.

“One may presume that this is some sort of deliciously cruel distraction technique” I supressed a laugh. Louisa paused briefly, only for a short moment, before beginning to pour the tea, the amber liquid splashing into the cup. I felt my heart stutter, as I struggled to subdue the excitement that gradually sprang in the pits of my stomach. “Louisa. Is it a busy day in Casa del Solomons?”. I attempted to make my voice appear humorous, injecting some form of jokefulness into my words, but even I could hear that my tone fell flat.

“You know I have no insight into your fathers’ doings Adina” Louisa sighed as she spoke, placing two sugar cubes into the tea- just as I liked it. She picked up a spoon, absent mindedly stirring it as she continued. “However, I have heard there may be some important visitors arriving today. I’ve been given strict instructions to ensure you stay on the upper floor”.

“I know, I know. Stay upstairs Adina, or people will see you. God forbid people see me Louisa” I muttered, as she gently pushed the tea into my hands. I took a small sip, enjoying the warmth as it slipped down my throat. A sad smile formed upon Louisas’ lips, as she awkwardly brushed down her apron.

“I know child. I know” she placed a hand upon my arm as she spoke, her brown eyes looking into mine. I could see the sadness sketched upon the corners of her eyes, settling into the grooves. “Please listen to me today. Try not to give an old woman a heart attack before her time”. She let her hand fall to her side, her eyes giving a quick scan across my room, not that there was anything for her to sort. I had the usual pile of books placed precariously upon my bedside table, a dreamers’ perfect escape. And I was the best kind of dreamer. “I’ll be back up later to collect your tea things and take you down for supper”. Louisa turned her back to me, quickly making her escape. I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to be stuck up here too, if I could help it.

I exhaled, picking up a slice of the lemon drizzle cake she had left. On any normal day- if you could call my mundane existence normal- it would have brought me joy. However, knowing that the World still moved on around me and I continued to be detained, no amount of my favourite sweet treat could subdue the despondency I felt. Holding both my cup and slice of cake, I made my way back over to my seat on the windowsill. Apart from reading, this was my favourite way to pass the time. One of my fathers’ many Golden Rules, was to not set foot in the front grounds. Yet he never said I couldn’t look.

With my back pressed against the side of the window frame, I took another sip of my tea, my eyes scanning the outside. I had to admit, that it was impressive. Trees lined the driveway up to my house, casting shadows across the grounds. My father took pride in the flowers the gardeners grew, a scatter of rainbows across the cobbled stones. It was beautiful, but there was only so much beauty his money could buy. It was a rare day of sunshine in Camden, after a few days of rain, and my room was slowly becoming uncomfortably hot. I placed my cup of tea on the ledge beside me, before prising open my window a touch, allowing a welcoming cool breeze to enter my room.

I heard the commotion, before I saw it. The dull roar of an engine, the crunch of the cobbled stones as wheels drove over them. A black car moved into my line of sight, before coming to a standstill near the front entrance of my home. My fathers’ workers hustled and bustled below my window, ensuring that the illusion of perfection was maintained. These visitors must be important.

I pressed my face closer against the windowpane, feeling the warmth of the glass against my forehead. I was desperate to get at least a glimpse of these visitors, these who had been deemed significant enough to receive an invite here. My fathers’ right hand man, Ollie, rushed to open the door to the vehicle. He was mere moments too late, before the door swung open, making him stumble slightly to the side.

I watched as three men began to exit the car, one after the other. They were dressed in a similar fashion, as if they had agreed upon a uniform prior to arriving. I could see a peak of three-piece suits hidden underneath heavy overcoats. Their dark laced boots moved almost noiselessly against the cobbled stones, almost like they even brewed fear in the small slabs underneath their feat. Their uniform was topped off with newsboy caps, which cast small shadows against their faces, cruelly obscuring me from fully being able to identify these three strangers. Yet I could sense the darkness that shrouded the trio, who at this moment where being led in by Ollie, seemingly having recovered from his brief social faux-pax. They all appeared to be deep in conversation, although I could not quite decipher the words they spoke, their Birmingham accents floating up to my window with low murmurs.

The third man began to trail behind, before pausing for a brief moment, halting just on the edge of my eyeline. I watched as he scanned his surroundings, almost as if a hunter would scan for his pray, his expression partially shadowed by the peak of his cap. I placed my fingertips upon the windowpane, as if I subconsciously desired to touch him. Who was he? I watched in anticipation as his eyes slowly moved up the building, before settling upon mine. A breath hitched in my throat, as our eyes met, a smirk springing upon his lips.

Stillness enveloped me.

His eyes where the shade of blue that drew you in under false pretences, the kind that lulled you into a flawed sense of calmness. Yet even from the distance that settled uneasily between us, I could sense the storm that brewed beneath his guarded expression, and I just wanted to dance in his rain. I wanted to breathe in all of his secrets and know every inch of the parts he kept cleverly hidden from the world. He lifted his right hand in a gesture of greeting, the smirk growing in prominence, before he made his way inside.

Electricity coursed through my veins, as I stood up, ignoring the clatter of the crockery that fell to the floor as I stumbled slightly in shock. Who was he? I knew in that moment, that I just needed to find out. To hell with the rules and restrictions.

I made my way towards my bedroom door, pausing in front of my dresser mirror, taking in my reflection. My eyes where glinting with childlike excitement, a rare flush colouring my cheeks and painting my chest with pink blotches. A man like him would never be interested in the girlish caricature I was currently portraying. I frantically brushed down my dress, giving the fabric a quick glance over- thankfully, it appeared that no tea had tainted the light green skirts. My hair was in its normal midday style, the blonde waves beginning to frizz slightly. It would have to do, I thought, attempting to convince myself that I had no interest in speaking to the stranger. I just wanted to get a closer look.

I carefully lent up against my bedroom door, pressing my ear against the wood. I could hear nothing outside, but I couldn’t make the foolish assumption that it was safe. My hand gripped the cool metal of the door handle, turning it slowly as I pushed against it. I paused briefly, knowing that if anyone was in the corridor, I would soon be frantically hurried back inside my room. Stillness.

I crept outside.

I knew that the three strangers would most likely be in my fathers’ office, which was down a small flight of stairs, tucked away in the shadows of the foyer. I was aware of the risks that faced me if I was to continue with this, but I knew that the reward would far outweigh it. I needed to know who he was.

I moved down the corridor, ensuring that I stayed close within the shadows. I muttered a silent thank you to my father, and his penchant for enjoying the darkest of finest things, which unbeknownst to him, provided me with many a hiding space. Maroon drapes were suspended against the walls, softly smothering the light which came through the few open windows. Dust particles danced in the rare streams of light which had escaped through the fabric, disturbed at me moving through their space.

I made my way to the top of the staircase, the wooden floorboards protesting feebly under my weight. I could feel my heartbeat stutter against my ribcage, with each step downwards I made, before I made it onto the bottom floor. I halted at the final step, testing the safety of my surroundings, before creeping towards the direction of my fathers’ office. I was thankful again for my father in that moment, and the incomprehensible fear he instilled in his workers, for there was not a soul in sight.

I paused at his office door, almost unable to believe that I had made it this far. I was riding on the coattails of luck, not daring to believe that it would soon surely run out. I could hear my fathers’ voice drift out from the small gap between the door and floor, as I brought myself down into a crouch, again pressing my ear against a door. I smiled slightly to myself. I had become quite a dab hand at spying. I listened to the mingling of three voices, as they melted together, each one fighting to gain the upper hand in the conversation.

Three voices.

Not four. Unless he was a silent observer, which judging by the glimpse I had procured of him, I very highly doubted it.

Suddenly, it didn’t feel right to be where I was. I knew in that moment, my luck was slowly running out, slipping out of my fingers like the finest grains of sand. And in the moment, I felt a hand grip my shoulder from behind, I knew my luck had been non-existent in the first place.

“Are you spying on me and my brothers?”

#peaky #by order of the peaky blinders #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #PEAKY FOOKIN BLINDERS #tommy shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x oc #Tommy Shelby imagines #alfie x reader #Alfie Solomons #alfie solomons #alfie solomons imagine

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mrsalwayswrite · 2 years

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A Shelby Mistress - Masterlist (Complete)

Summary: A plan is made. A deal is struck....and you are unable to escape the consequences. Then Thomas Shelby intervenes and you are left wondering if you should be grateful or concerned. You never know when it comes to the Shelbys.

Series Warnings: Language, mentions of canon-typical violence, smut (18+ only), Tommy being emotionally constipated yet soft, brief domestic violence, Polly is queen, fluff and humor.

Word count: 20k

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Part 3

Part 4

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altoordine · 1 year

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#ao #peaky blinders #peaky fookin blinders #thomas shelby #grace shelby #1900s #broken hearts #by order of the peaky blinders #cillian murphy #annabelle wallis #tommy shelby #peaky fucking blinders #peaky blinders gif #gif

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giftsightarc · 5 months

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let's do that thing where we create an epic storyline for our muses and send eachother excited little messages about ideas and dynamics we have and just in general have a blasty blast eh?

#【 » by order of the peaky fookin' blinders ⇢ ooc. « 】#&plotcall.

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cherryschaos · 2 years

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I liked Thomas Shelby immediately s1e1. Maybe I do have a type...cold, calculating, borderline psychopathic, genius. Then I saw what he did in s3 to get his son back and I simp harder than I thought possible. I should call my therapist.

#thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky fookin blinders #peaky blinders aesthetic #im a simp #chaotic academia #send help #tommy shelby #by order of the peaky blinders #dark academia #fan problems #fandom

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gweelczz · 2 years

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Okay okay okay! Quick question for my Peaky Blinders family… do y’all think the Shelby brothers would date black women? As a POC I’m thinking like percent wise

Arthur: 50%

Tommy: 25%

John: 65-75%

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #the shelby brothers #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby fluff #the unhinged make character protecting tf out of their partner #birmingham #by order of the peaky blinders

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lucien-calore · 5 months

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John: Are you mad at me??

Esme: Take a guess.

John: No?

Esme: Take another guess.

#john shelby #esme shelby #esme lee #esme shelby lee #jesme #john x esme #esme x john #john shelby x esme shelby #esme shelby x john shelby #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #by order of the peaky blinders #by order of the peaky fucking blinders #by order of the peaky fookin blinders

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thepeakygirl · 2 years

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If you’re my friend and I talk to you often you will already know my views on pretty much everything going on in the world. With that being said the views I have will not be posted on my page nor will I answer any personal questions that are not related to me as a fan and a person but towards others (characters of course are welcome to be discussed) Yes I have opinions, yes I have views but I made myself a promise when I made my fan accounts that I would not speak about them on my pages for one reason alone.

I wanted my page to be welcoming to all walks of life. This is a fan account, this isn’t personal. This account is my safe space and I want others to feel safe here too. I will always give my opinions on characters and shows and people are welcome to talk to me or debate with me but you will not see me hating on ‘real’ people whether they be actors, politicians or regular everyday people because this page isn’t for that. My personal accounts will discuss the world but this one will not. I’m here to have fun when I’m on this account. I’m not here to drag people down or bully. I’m here because I love Peaky Blinders amongst other shows.

Here I am just Peaky Girl and not Nicole ☺️

Nicole will always speak up on her views but Peaky Girl is the inner child wanting to escape and have fun.

So with that being said I’m so excited for Peaky Blinders to be coming on Netflix so the fandom can come alive again

#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #the peaky blinders #peaky blinder #bbc peaky blinders #bridgerton netflix #bridgerton #by order of the peaky blinders #my thoughts #fandom #fan account #safe space #peaky fookin blinders

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mrs-fuckin-shelby · 7 months

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Tommy Shelby with blood on his face is a cinematographic masterpiece.

Those eyes… his eyes will be the death of me.

#ada shelby #arthur shelby #by order of the peaky blinders #cillian murphy #finn shelby #john shelby #michael gray #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #polly gray #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fookin blinders #made in birmingham #birmingham #bookmakers #horses #horse racing #cillian fluff

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stan-fixations · 2 years

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I don't like anyone unless their last name is Shelby and they're a peaky fookin blinder

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #polly gray #ada shelby #michael gray #by order of the peaky blinders #peaky fookin blinders #linda shelby #lizzie shelby #grace sheffield #esme shelby #charlie shelby #shelby brothers #no fookin fighting

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lovebitesimagines · 9 months

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Delicate- Chapter 2

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It's funny how much can change in the blink of an eye, once you allow yourself time to contemplate it. Wars have been declared by power drunk men, quicker than one can bat an eyelid. Relationships have been tenderly formed and shattered, lives have been lost, all before the most basic of human functions has been carried out. For me, I could feel the once tenacious flame of luck sputter out, the moment I felt his fingertips lay claim upon my shoulder.

A cold chill spread throughout my body, icy chills sparking out from the tips of his fingers, settling heavily in the pit of my stomach. My skin responded to his touch, covering itself with goosebumps, as if it was a knight throwing on armour to prepare for battle. I'd experienced human touch before, my fathers arms having been wrapped around me once in a hug cast by a second thought. However this felt...different. The rough edges of the floorboards dug against my knees, scraping against the fabric of my dress, as the panic continued to pulsate.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. His hand weighed heavily upon my shoulder, securing me firmly to the floor. I enjoyed the prison his touch created, far more than I allowed myself too. My mind was a tsunami of thoughts, drowning out each idea of escape, until I was no longer able to prise them apart from each other. I silently cursed myself, and my foolishness.

"I think you...you may be mistaken" the words stuttered out from between my lips, my voice sounding croaky and pathetic. My mouth was dry with alarm, dread scratching it's long claws down my throat as I swallowed.

There was a pause so brief, that if you blinked, it would have felt like it had never taken place at all. However, I knew for certain that it was no figment of my imagination. The split second for me felt like it was being cruelly dragged out, taunting me with its wicked smile.

"I enjoy the sight of a woman on her knees" the voice began, cutting sharply through the silence. The notes of his calm Birmingham accent sliced up my thoughts, a contrast to my inner dismay, which continued to grow by the second. He gripped my shoulder tighter, before switching his hand to my arm, roughly dragging me up to my feet. He pulled my back tight against his chest, the buttons on his clothes digging into the exposed section of my back. I remained still, not wanting to move. His spare hand gripped a pistol which he had now pressed to my temple. My eyes flickered to the cool metal, my throat constricting in response to the sight, as I felt his breathe tickle against my ear. He felt warm, the scent of cigarettes and an unidentifiable alcohol filling my nostrils. "Lets see what your boss has to say, eh?"

You know that feeling when time just...slows down? When something terrible happens, and just seems to lull everything around it into a dull sedation? And the worst thing is, that you are just completely powerless to stop it, having to stand by on the side-lines as a spectator, as everything slowly crashes down around you. I was now the helpless bystander, in the shambolic aftermath of my own actions.

The World froze in shock, the moment his foot forcefully kicked open the office door, slamming against the wall so hard that you could feel the vibrations travel up your feet. He let go of my arm, pushing me into the room. I stumbled slightly, the palm of my hand scrapping against the wall, as I fought to right myself.

My father was sat at his desk, my eyes latching onto the brief flicker of horror that scattered upon his face, disappearing as quickly as it showed. My father would like to think that he is an expert at hiding his emotions, at playing the perfect poker face. I guess I have just found out what shatters his perfect illusion. I just wish that it didn't involve me, and the barrel of the gun I didn't doubt was still aimed in my direction.

Three wooden chairs were placed opposite my fathers' desk, two having been claimed by two of the men from the car. They had both sat up straight in response to my surprising arrival, their hands reaching into the inner pockets of their coats. The final seat had been left empty, awaiting the arrival of the third member of the party. The third member who, after process of elimination, was the one who had spotted me in my bedroom window. The one with the eyes that held a million silent stories. The one who was now continuing to devastate the uneasy stillness with his voice.

"Brothers! I found one of Solomons spies against the door. I say our business here is null and void" his voice commanded attention, and attention it was given.

Pandemonium erupted within the office.

Books spilled from the shelves of the bookcase, as I got flung against it. My eyes met the grey hues of one of the men who had previously been sat down, my panic reflected in his pupils. His gloved fingers gripped my throat, the leather slick against my skin. My eyes welled in response to the restricting of my airways, his breath scalding my skin as he shouted angrily at me, his ash-blonde moustache twitching with each facial movement. I could hear my father yelling at the men, the crash of his desk slamming to the floor as he uplifted it, the smash of glass as various delicate objects met their end with the impact.

I screwed my eyes shut, fear rising in me for the grey eyed man whose words continued to slam against my skin. If this was what the outside world was really like, I couldn't fault my father for having chosen to shut me away. It was nothing like I had read about, having been sold false fantasies of beautiful landscapes and handsome gentlemen who threw their coats upon the ground for you to walk upon. I just wanted to lock myself away, and forget I was here and that this had ever happened. The fingers that continued to tighten against my throat had staked its claim upon my attention. This was, unfortunately, reality.

A singular gunshot reverberated throughout the room, an unforgiving silence falling heavy upon us in its wake. My eyes flew open, my gaze brushing past my current captor onto my father. He held his gun up in the air, his chest heaving with the frantic breaths of a broken man. I'd witnessed my father in his differing moods before. I was no stranger to the violent sounds of his raised voice, having heard it one to many times before through the walls. I had seen him before, filled with rage, his thoughts having no say in his actions. The version of him that stood before me now though, was unlike any version of him I had seen before. I knew the sight of me in that room, with these people, crippled him. That frightened me more than any man wearing a cap and waving about a gun could.

"That gal there ain't a fuckin' spy, yeah? She's my daughter" he spat, his eyes feverishly alight as they scanned each of the men in the room, watching as his words fell upon them. I felt the fingers around my neck loosen a touch, enough to allow breathing to be slightly more comfortable. "She is MY fuckin' daughter, right?"

I could feel him contemplating me, my skin warming in response as his eyes scanned across my body, before our gazes latched onto each other once more. Those blue eyes where now surveying me in a new light, as if I was a dangerous prize he wanted to win. I felt a tremor in my stomach, unable to identify if it was awe or terror.

"Arthur. Let her go" he raised his hand slightly as he spoke, his eyes moving onto the man in front of me. Arthur scowled. He tightened his fingers again for a brief moment, a silent warning, before wrinkling his forehead with disgust as he obeyed his orders, stepping back towards the other two men. He didn't move his focus away from me.

"Adina. Come 'ere" my father snapped, lowering the gun to his side. I swallowed hard, the spell shattering as I drew my eyes away from the stranger, hurriedly moving towards my fathers' side. The room was still for a moment, waiting in anticipation for the next move. The bulbs upon the walls cast an artificial light across the room, humming softly with excitement. Open books upon the floors stirred, entranced by the aftermath of the incident.

"Run along to daddy little girl" one of the men spat, a smirk playing across his lips. He was clearly the younger of the three brothers, and I assumed lower down in the pecking order.

"Hush now John" the blue eyed man stated, "Clearly our esteemed friend Mr. Solomons here, has had enough fright this evening". My father grunted in response, his eyes flickering between the three brothers. The nameless brother stood in the middle, flanked by Arthur and John on either side. If I wasn't so afraid, I'd be awed at the picture the trio portrayed. "Maybe we can sort out a little...alteration in our business agreement, hmm?"

"Tommy, what the fuck are you doing?" Arthur growled, watching as his brother stepped forward out of the trio. He made to move as if he wanted to stop him, but thought better of it.

Tommy. I had finally put a name to my blue eyed stranger. Tommy. I hated that my body prickled with happiness at being able to do so.

"Alteration? What sorta' fuckin' alteration?" my father barked, drawing himself up as Tommy continued to walk forward. He raised his gun once more, the two other brothers mimicking his actions in retaliation. "Listen here, yeah? I ain't sortin' out no fuckin' alterations with you Shelby fucks. Fuckin' gypsy bastards".

"I see that we've managed to uncover the great Jewish Kings greatest secret. I wonder what Sabini would pay to get his hands on this sort of information?" Tommy smirked, coming to a stop a few feet in front of my father. Sabini. I had heard that name been shouted angrily on more than one occasion, a thorn in my fathers side.

"You wouldn't fuckin' dare" my fathers words hissed out from between clenched teeth. Tommy raised an eyebrow in response, a clear signal to state that he sure as hell would. My father lowered his gun, his shoulders drooping as he did so.

"You want us to work with you, eh? You want us to sign on the dotted line that we will share business? Share dealings? We'll be able to keep your pretty little secret safe" Tommy paused, letting the words he was saying sink in, briefly glancing over at me. "If she works for us. I will see you in a week, Adina Solomons".

And in a blink of an eye, the Shelby brothers upturned my whole life.

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your-nanas-house · 4 months

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I have an idea for a smutty dark/Dom Tommy fic if you're open to writing it! I'm not sure on a plot but involing him wearing and keeping on his leather gloves, thank you in advance!!!

Yessssss, love it. Thank you so much! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Not a virgin anymore

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◇ Pairing: Dark!Tommy Shelby X Finn's girlfriend!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, age gap (both off age), fingering, dry humping, mean Tommy

◇ Summary: Tommy checks if Finn's girl is as pure as he claims.

◇ Note: Sorry if it took me so long. A huge thank you to @mrkdvidal1989 that helped me so much, you helped me so much with my mood and the writing of this. Thank you 😭 Also It's pretty much a collab.

“I think I wanna marry her” Finn informed his brothers without being able to hold back a bright grin, his eyes scanning them as he waited for a reply, any advice or.. a comment of any kind at least.

He knew that he was quite young to think about marriage, since he hit adulthood just two years before, but the emotions he felt for this young woman were true.

As no one opened their mouths to say something, just continuing to glance at each other, Finn spoke up again ”I fookin’ love her” his mood still so eager and happy.. like a puppy in love.

Still nothing, everyone was mostly waiting for Thomas to say something, but the older man kept staring blankly at his younger brother, seated on his armchair.. legs open and arms resting there, supporting his head and cigarette as if he was lost in thoughts.

“Nothing to say?” Finn asked, getting impatient, his eyes glancing between the older ones, Tommy and Arthur.

As the youngest brother got clearly frustrated, Arthur cleared his throat.

“Hmm… you fookin’ know her for how long, eh? Nearly six months?” he reminded his brother, mocking him before being interrupted quickly

“SO? When John married he didn’t even know Esme’s damn name!” Finn quickly pointed out, already getting riled up by the situation.

Fin always did that. Hating how his brothers treated him because of the age difference, completely oblivious to the fact that he… was acting very childish too often for Tommy to see him as an equal to John or Arthur.

His poorly thought-out decisions and lack of discipline when it came to listening to orders of his older brothers were playing a huge part in how Thomas viewed him.

”Have you thought about the responsibilities that come with becoming a Shelby, Fin? Have you already introduced them to your chosen one? Risk Our ways and how we deal with things?.. Have you thought about that? Huh?” He pressed, leaning forward as his patience ran short with how snappy Fin was. Lack of respect was just another thing he despised in his younger brother.

”I-I…” The young man stammered out, looking for any line to defend himself.. unsuccessfully, making Thomas scoff while putting out his cigarette into an ashtray.

”What’s her name again?...” He rasped out, his now free hand tapping impatiently against the fabric of the armchair, his cold gaze piercing his brother's face without a hint of any positive emotions.

“Y/n..Y/n Y/l/n” Finn replied in a murmur, his older brother’s comments affecting him more than he wished they would.

The name kept repeating in Thomas’ head, before a cocky amused smirk cracked his serious expression.

“Now I get why yer want to marry her” he chuckled bitterly leaning forward, face to face with Finn.

“She’s as good as her mother, eh?” he asked mockingly, pouring himself a glass of whiskey “You don’t marry whores, you just tame them, Finn. Am I right?” he asked his other two brothers with amusement in his voice, not really expecting an answer.

His mischievous mood changed quickly as Finn suddenly got up from his seat.

“She’s not!.. She’s not like her mother.. She's a good girl, goes to church, helps around and works in the local bakery." The youngest Peaky Blinder informed them, narrowing his eyes at Tommy’s reaction. Watching with a clenched jaw as the older man hummed mockingly, gulping fast down the strong drink before he spoke again, not changing his attitude.

“A good girl, huh… I bet”, making the other laugh at Finn as well.

“It’s true! You… I’ll make you fookin’ meet her”

It took him just a couple of days to organise a meeting between them, inviting them all to her house. It was a pretty cosy, little, modest house settled in Small Heath. Nothing fancy but it was visible that the people living there were doing their very best to keep it nice.

The male part of the family of Shelby's stood on the porch on the agreed day and time.

Their expensive suits looking odd contrasting with the domestic and homey look of the building and little wooden decorations standing in the garden.

Finn was smiling, standing at the forefront of the group while Arthur and John kept joking back and forth, in front of Tommy, whose face remained serious and uninterested as he waited.

After knocking on the door, they didn't have to wait long before an old woman, probably in her 60s, appeared in the doorway. A friendly smile lingering on her wrinkled face that looked great accompanied by the dark pink dress she wore.

”Good morning, Mister” She spoke up seeing Finn, earning a polite smile from him. They clearly had met each other previously, so she wasn't very alarmed by the sight of four men in suits standing at the door. “Good morning, nana” Finn greeted, removing his hat for respect, cleaning his shoes before entering the familiar house, heading directly towards the living room.

John was the next to enter the house, along with Arthur, a smirk still on his face due to the jokes they were sharing previously

“Good morning, na— Mrs. Y/l/n” he corrected himself quickly as Arthur slapped the back of his head “Be fookin’ polite” he murmured under his breath, smiling at the older woman before kissing her hand as he bowed his head slightly “Good morning, ma’am, thank you for inviting us into your house” he stated, winking before following the direction Finn took, not noticing the weird side eye Tommy gave him as he cleaned his soles before walking in as well with the same unbothered expression.

”Mornin’” Thomas nodded, keeping his cap on. After all he didn't come here for a tea, he had his own purpose.

Purpose of proving Finn how wrong he was when it comes to little Y/n.

The older woman’s eyes widened as she felt the weird, intimidating aura surrounding the middle brother. Mumbling her greeting, she quickly disappeared into the kitchen, chatting with Arthur and John as she put the kettle on the stove.

As Finn tried to head towards the same direction, Tommy's calloused hand grabbed his shoulder roughly. Turning him to face him, he leaned to his level. The serious and business expression on his face.

”I’m going to have a chat with your little fiancé, eh? You stay there and entertain the old woman and your brothers while I check if she is who you say she is.” he stated harshly in a fierce voice, his eyes glancing at the older woman and back at him before messing up his hair as if he was still a child.

Ignoring completely the worried expression on his face, because Thomas was aware that Finn knew better than to ask questions.

The younger brother stood still for a moment before nodding with a resigned expression, turning around and slowly walking away towards the kitchen. Practically leaving his girlfriend in the lion's mouth.

It was Tommy’s first time in that house so he didn’t really know where to go, luckily for him Y/n’s soft voice led him to what it looked like a small studio. A pretty dark room, with only one window which was close, it was decorated with lots of books and a wooden desk where the young woman was standing behind, holding an old phone, busy talking with someone.

”Yes, aunty. I'll let her know” she replied with a smile, despite the fact that the person on the other side of the phone couldn't see it, her hand busy playing with the tiny golden chain with a cross. Her eyes moving from the spot she was staring at to move closer to the desk “I have to leave you now, we were supposed to have guests today.. I think they are here already” she informed her, glancing towards the door, getting startled by Tommy’s figure standing there as if he owned the place.

He didn’t say anything to interrupt her call, his gloved hands just woven together in front of him, his head tilted to the side as he watched the girl.

“I love you too, auntie. Bye” she murmured, hanging up the call to give Tommy’s her complete attention

“Mr Shelby— Welcome, I didn’t hear you come in…” she started, eyeing him suspiciously, her innocent girl facade. staring back at him.

“Nana doesn’t like when people wear caps inside of her house… it’s a way to show respect” she pointed out, already a bit annoyed by his attitude. Thomas chuckled hearing her words, as he adjusted the peaky cap on his head.

”Nana didn't offer me a cup of tea, which isn't really polite either, eh?” He spoke up with a hint of mockery before entering her room and closing the door behind, making sure to lock it.

“She’s probably still preparing it, we have fresh baked cookies, though.” Y/n pointed out as her expression softened. Her demeanour changed as she tried to keep her temper down. It should have been a calm day but a lot of things that set her off happened, so she wasn’t in the right state of mind to deal with Tommy fucking Shelby.

Be proper, Y/n thought just like she was always told. Plastering a small smile on her face, her eyes moving from Thomas’ face to the door and back. “They are in the living room, sir,”

Tommy chuckled at her words, walking slowly further into her room, looking around with a grin as he hummed.

“That's one way to decorate a girl's room, eh?” He scoffed, eyeing her suggestively, touching the colourful figurines standing on shelves. ”Definitely furnished to be a whore's own.” he casually pointed out, checking the books casually. “Guess they paid your mom good enough, huh? Family business it is, sweetheart?” the older man moved his gaze towards her standing form, smirking amused at her blank stare.

“Pardon?” she stuttered out through her utter shock, her head tilting to the side.“You here to disrespect a dead woman, Mr Shelby? If so.. You can fucking leave!” she spat out angrily, staring blankly at him for a couple of minutes before sighing and looking away, playing nervously with her cross while she headed to the door.

“My condolences… I’m here because of the sick idea you put in my little brother’s head” Tommy spoke in an emotionless tone, reaching for a pack of cigarettes in his pocket.. Lighting one without even asking for approval.

“Finn talked about you quite a lot lately, speaking about how pure, innocent, religious… and a good girl you are. You got him quite smitten, eh?” Thomas pointed out after inhaling deeply, his hand rubbing his chin “Well… what I was wondering about was how much of this is actually true.” He murmured, meeting her gaze with a smirk as he moved closer, hand reaching for her chin. “How much of a little saint you actually are, eh? Sweetheart.” he added, blowing out the smoke in her face, his fingers digging painfully into her skin as she looked into his empty, blue eyes.

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed at his harsh tone, her eyes narrowing as her mouth remained shut. Struggling in his grip, she tried to free herself, unsuccessfully.

She was losing her patience quite quickly and it wasn't something that happened frequently… but there she was, angrily standing in front of what was the most feared man of Birmingham.

“I am.. I'm.. intact, if that's your concern, Mr. Shelby” She informed him in a sarcastically pleasant tone, a hint of harsh arrogance clear as day, caused by how annoyed she was by the conversation they were having.

Her small hands curling into fists, squeezing tightly when Tommy just nodded almost mockingly, his icy stare moving across her body slowly, carefully measuring each part of her body. Not worried about gentlemanly manners, Thomas stared, as if he was checking her out.

“Sure” he simply said, the tone of his voice intact, but the look in his blue eyes wasn't trying to hide how little he believed her. Putting out his cigarette, he threw it on the floor while keeping eye contact, showing disrespect to her words and the place she lived. Simply because he could.

Y/n gasped at his behaviour, quickly moving towards his silhouette as she pushed her finger against his chest, threatening.

“I fucking am, fucking check if you don’t believe me.” she whispered yelled, staring in his eyes boldly as he looked down at her, not a single emotion visible on his face. Almost like he was a statue carved from stone.

Tommy’s eyebrows raised slightly, his cold stare piercing her own, before lowering down to her chest which kept heaving with her deep breaths, caused purely by the anger she felt.

His hand moved to the edge of her dress, grabbing onto the fabric as he tried to raise it up, making Y/n realise his intention quickly and act impulsively… her hand made an impact with his cheek suddenly, throwing his face to the side slightly. Only after a second she realised what she's done, eyes widening in fear at the sight of his skin turning red.

The loud noise echoing in the room, as Tommy’s, now, dark gaze met her fearful eyes. Not a word was exchanged as his hands grabbed her roughly when she tried to escape from him, manhandling her smaller body harshly against the wooden surface of the desk. One hand kept her body flat against it, pressing painfully on the centre of her back, while his other gloved hand pulled up her dress.. revealing her white panties to him.

A hum of approval escaped his lips as he kneaded her flesh, ignoring her whimpers and pleads to stop. The view in front of him, so strangely innocent and pure, made his cock hardening in his pants, in a quite painful way.

Lowering his icy eyes with his hand he moved her thighs apart, rubbing slowly two thick fingers against her clothed folds.

”Look at that, already wet” he cooed mockingly as he moved his fingers, spreading her wetness by using the fabric of her panties.

His left hand digging in the flesh of her covered back, to hold her down and to keep his urges under control. It took much more self-control than he thought it would, not expecting that a girl that pretty would take interest in his inexperienced little brother.

Her eyes were tightly shut, forcing her mouth to stay closed, to make sure she wasn't making any noises. Her mind was a mess as his hands travelled down her heat, touching the places that nobody else ever saw.

As soon as his thumb pressed on her clit, her hips involuntarily jerked forward as she bit her bottom lip, trying to muffle the sigh that so desperately tried to escape her lips.

”So needy, eh? What would your grandma think?” Thomas chuckled, feeling how her body tensed, her hands trying to reach him, and push him off, unsuccessfully.

The young woman was so focused on trying to make him stop that she didn’t notice the moment when he pulled her panties to the side, allowing the cold breeze of the room to hit her wet bare pussy.

“No, please– sir!” she yelled in a moment of panic, Tommy’s free hand quickly covering her mouth as he toyed with her folds, opening her so that he could take a look that sent shivers down his spine. That sure was a pretty pussy, he thought while daring to move his index finger to her entrance.

Her sweet nectar wetting his gloved hand, making it even more noticeable “Look at you, sweetheart” he cooed mockingly again, as his finger pushed slightly deeper, in need to find out the truth.

Angling it slightly to the side, with a tip of his digit he could feel the thin barrier that was in the way of her tight tunnel.

Shaking his head, he leaned towards her, his wet lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

”So innocent, aren't you? Such a small, untouched cunt.” He breathed out, the urge to fuck her becoming increasingly stronger.

Letting out a breath, he pressed his index finger inside without even warning her… just grunting quietly into her ear, as she bit down his hand because of the pain.

So tight and warm, he thought. Tommy could feel how wet she was as he moved his gloved finger against her walls, biting on his bottom lip as he kept going further.

By the way she was moving it looked like it hurt her, as if she was feeling the burning sensation. One felt by a pure woman when her cherry was about to be popped.

“I guess you were right, honey” Tommy hummed, now circling her clit with her gloved hand, his middle finger helping his index one to feel her hymen before pressing against it harshly. Leather covering his hands caused his fingers to appear even thicker, stretching her pussy out so much that they both had to fight the urge to groan at the feeling.

Tommy's cock was fully hard at this point, leaking with precum into his underwear as his fingers explored the depths of her virgin pussy.

His eyes daring to close, so that his mind could wander in places it shouldn’t. The mere thought of his thick cock wrapped and squeezed for dear life by her pussy was driving him wild, making his finger start to thrust faster as he moved his hips against nothing, just unable to fight the fantasy that he was inside of her precious cunt.

“Fuck, that’s it, honey” he praised, moving his wrist in a quick motion, leaning closer again. His hot breath hitting her neck with each exhale. ”I knew you were a little slut.” He rasped out in a shaky voice, struggling to keep his composure while feeling her pussy clench down on his fingers like a vice.

“Can feel your filthy cunt squeezing my fingers. Yer fookin’ close, aren’t ye?” he growled in a low tone, parroting back mockingly her noises of pleasure.

Y/n cried out at the humiliation and the overwhelming feeling in her lower belly. Despite her desperate attempts to not give into it, she couldn't fight it as he kept fucking her with his thick, gloved fingers.

”Give it to me. Stop fighting it.” He commanded through his teeth, as he felt his cock throbbing impatiently in his pants, demanding attention.

”N-no!” She pleaded quietly, trying her best to suppress the tension that pushed her on the edge of her first orgasm. Breathing deeply, she caught his wrist, trying to stop him, but Tommy just laughed quietly.

”There you go” He whispered, leaving a small kiss on her temple before shoving his fingers knuckle deep, fucking her with hard and quick strokes, curling his fingers up to hit her g spot with each thrust.

His other hand was clamped over her mouth, which she ended up biting as he made her cum so hard, that just a couple seconds into the orgasm, her body shook and vision went blurry as her juices shot out on his hand, wetting his glove when she squirted for the very first time in her life.

Y/n’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as she trembled, muscles relaxing as the feeling got… way too much. She was too long gone in her pleasure to notice at first the sound of his belt clicking open, the zip of his pants being pulled down with the fabric, so that his cock was finally free.

After licking his gloves from her wetness, he grabbed a hold of her hips, pressing his rock hard cock against her flesh, hsi eyes fluttering shut when he started to move his hips. Grinding at an animalistic pace, his main goal his own pleasure.

He needed to rub his cock, keeping it squeezed tightly between their bodies, for a couple of minutes to finally shoot his load on her lower back.

As they both breathed heavily, he moved carefully away from her, gathering his cum with his hand to shove it in her mouth before fixing his suit and walking out of the room without a word.

He walked followed with the same powerful aura, at a fast pace towards the front door

“Let’s go” Thomas ordered his brothers while walking to the front door, patting Finn’s shoulder with a serious expression

“She’s not a virgin… anymore” he informed him as he stole a cookie and walked out, nodding at the old lady with a crooked grin.

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justrainandcoffee · 2 months

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Deal (Tommy Shelby vs. oc!Solomons) + (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc) Part 1

“You're a lamb entering the territory of a hungry wolf.”

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Summary: Why is Thomas Shelby in front of Mrs. Solomons? Just business. Tommy just needs information. But first he needs to deal with Rose Solomons who, unlike her husband, has no sympathy for the man sitting in her office. And yet, they know how to make a deal. "A soul for a soul, Mr. Shelby."

Warnings: Mentions of dead, killing. Allusions to sex. Mentions of physical violence. Misogyny.

Words: 4.5k. || Special thanks to @look-at-the-soul who helped me today 🙃♥️.

1924.

Yesterday

"The bastard is a fookin' ghost!" yelled Arthur.

The Garrison was empty except for those members of the Peaky Blinders, allowed to be there. There was a person that they couldn't find. An Irishman called Nicholas Baker, possible member of the IRA. Last time they saw him, it was he when he shot a blinder and left him to die in the streets. He escaped before Arthur or anyone else could catch him.

Since then, the brothers and the rest of the gang were looking for him no succeed. Not just because he killed a man they know, but also because they were sure he was a spy.

"Maybe he's dead," suggested Isaiah.

"No. He's alive and living in London." This time, Tommy Shelby's voice could be heard all over the place. "And Elias is not the only person he killed. And his real name is Sean Patrick O'Finn."

Tommy dropped a newspaper in front of his brother and Arthur read it out loud.

"His own sister! He fookin' killed his sister!"

"And tried to killed his wife as well, according to the neighbours. She escaped." Tommy sat in his usual place as he lit up a cigarette and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He looked at Arthur and the rest of his men.

"We have nothing, then! He can be in middle of fookin' Russia by now." Arthur was frustrated as usual.

"I don't think so. I think he's still there in London, and as we know, police is useless. London is a big city and they don't care. People are killed every day" Tommy lit another cigarette "but I'm going to find him. And I'm going to put a bullet in his head, too."

"You don't know where to start, Tommy!" Arthur furrowed brow and look at his brother.

"Yes, I do know where to start. I need to talk to his wife."

"But do you know where this woman is, Tom?"

"Yes."

The Solomons residence in London was quiet. Rose was working and Alfie just arrived there over an hour ago. He was about to rest his back in bed when their maid announced that he had a call.

"It's Mr. Shelby," the woman said. She saw him do a grimace, but he said nothing to her.

"Thanks, Doris."

Alfie entered his office and closed the door behind before picking up the phone. Every time Tommy called it meant problems, usually for him. But this time what Tommy said, took him by surprise.

"Are ya mad?"

"I just need her this time, Alfie."

"She will kill ya, mate."

"No, she won't. Your wife isn't a killer."

"Maybe. But the women around her are. Honestly, Tom, they're a pack of fuckin' bloody wolves claiming for men flesh. You're a little lamb entering the territory of a hungry wolf. Rosie is the leader of that pack, if she gives the order next time I'll see ya it'll be in your own fuckin' funeral... If I find your body." On the other side of the line, Tommy opened a drawer and picked up some papers and started to take some notes. Sometimes Alfie exaggerated, especially if he was talking about his wife. As far as Tommy knew, Rose Solomons just worked helping women in need and in the streets fighting for equal rights. The few times he saw her in Alfie's place she didn't seem to be a menace to anyone.

"They're just women, eh?"

"My Rosie isn't just a woman, Tommy. She's me wife." Alfie sighed "Rosie will decorate the fuckin' Christmas tree they put on her workplace with your balls."

"I'll take a risk, then. Just wanted to inform you."

"Fine. But I'm not going to tell her yet. I prefer she knows it on her own… good luck then, Tom."

1924.

Today. London.

It's only 7am and the Solomons were making love for the second time in the morning. Rose didn't know what her husband was thinking, or feeling, that he had waking up so passionated but she wasn't complaining either.

"Alfie… I can't… god…" her back arched and her toes curled once last time until she fell on the mattress, completely satisfied. She could feel Alfie finish as well.

The man stayed on top of her few minutes more, catching his breath, before rolling on his back, laying next to her. Alfie opened his arms and invited her to be against his chest.

"Are you fine?" she asked kissing his neck.

"Feelin' like a God now, luv. Why do ya ask? You're talking like we never fuck like this before."

"I ask, because I know that sometimes you use sex to channel your frustrations and I just want to know you're fine."

"I'm perfect, Rosie. Gimme some time and we can repeat it."

She laughed. "No way you still have energy, Al. I can't, I've to work. Tonight, maybe."

In response, Alfie kissed her. That same night, probably she wants to kill him. He had talked to Tommy the day before and she didn't know. Alfie was just trying his best to calm her before the storm. Although spending time with her, it was always beautiful. The kiss continued until she pulled apart slowly. He caressed her cheek. Rose knew that Alfie definitely was hiding something from her, but she didn't know what. After one last brief kiss, she sat down in bed and then walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

Alfie stayed in bed, thinking about his friend going to his wife's place. In all those years, over a decade since it was founded, he visited her school just twice. Once when it was inaugurated, when they met each other again, and the other one after the war. They had an implicit deal: "You don't interfere with my business and I don't interfere with yours" even if they asked each other for some advice, suggestions or help. He was a bit worried about her, even when he knew that Tommy wasn't going to hurt her.

When Rose went out the bathroom, she found him sitting in bed, stretching his back, ready to have breakfast. She approached him and played gently with his hair.

"Thought you're going to join the shower."

Alfie put his hands on her hips and pushed her down on his knees. She was wrapped with a towel and when Alfie kissed her shoulder, he smelled the fresh soap on her skin.

"Ya didn't invited me."

"Since when you need invitation?" she chuckled and put her arms around him. Her hands were stroking the back of his neck. Rose was staring at him, "are you sure you're fine?"

"I am, Rosie."

"Okay," she didn't believe him, but she wasn't going to pressure him either. Instead, she kissed him and he reciprocate immediately. Her towel fell on the floor and she felt him ready to be with her once more.

Never two without three.

Arrow house

By the dawn of the next day, every Shelby knew where the leader was going. If they had any opinion about it, they didn't share it. A car was parked outside Arrow House with three men in it.

"I'm going now," announced Tommy. His black coat was over a chair and he took it. "Johnny Dogs and the Smiths are coming with me."

Arthur chuckled. "Johnny Dogs? And the Smith brothers? Ain't too much, Tom? Four men to visit just a bunch of pussies and tits? They're just chicks."

"Not according to Alfie."

"According to fookin' Alfie! The fookin' Alfie! Ya believe him?"

"Yes. Alfie will never allow me to be near his wife, if he didn't know now that she's safe. I know that. And if she's safe that means she's surrounded by an army."

"Are ya planning to kill them?"

"I don't kill women, Arthur. And I don't want problems with Alfie. It's just in case."

"So take me with ya!"

"Arthur, no offense but you don't know how to deal with a Solomons. Stay here and take care of the business, eh? I'll be back at night, probably or tomorrow."

"Tom! Tommy!" the eldest brother yelled but the other man already reached the door.

"Goodbye, Arthur. Tell Pol, that I left her a letter under the flowerpot."

Pebblebrock was Rose Solomons' former manor and prison hell at the same time. Now it was a beautiful school for girls and at the same time it served as a roof for some women who had run from their abusive homes.

As the owner, she was the one in charge even when she had several women in which she trusted working with her side by side. But the final decision on everything was always hers.

Alfie, and Tommy too, were right. The place and Rose, were surrounded by women specifically trained to kill. It wasn't uncommon for men to try to reach those who they already hurt. The rules were crystal clear MEN ARE NOT ALLOWED IN PEBBLEBROCK. The ones who didn't understand the warning were now resting eternally in a cemetery.

Men were only allowed if they were doctors or priests. The institution had nurses and two nuns who volunteered to help there. But sometimes a doctor was required, same with priests. Any other men should call for an appointment, only under that circumstances their entrance were allowed.

"Look at this fucking place."

From the road, Tommy, Johnny Dogs and the Smith brothers were watching the entire property. The gardens extended beyond their sight.

"Full of pussies, it's my fucking paradise. An all-you-can-eat-fucking restaurant" commented Gregory Smith. Except Tommy, the rest of them laughed.

Rose heard the crows. That was never a good signal.

"Now who?" she thought for herself. A lot of names crossed her mind, but none of them was the right answer.

Five minutes later a knock on her office's door brought the answer.

"Who?" she asked not believing her ears.

"Mr. Thomas Shelby, Mrs. Solomons" repeated the woman in front of her. "He says he needs you."

"The Thomas Shelby?"

But unaware of who he was the other woman didn't respond.

"Yeah, well. Tell him I'm coming."

"There are three other men with him, Mrs. Solomons."

Of course.

The day was beautiful. Cloudless sky and almost no wind. It'd be perfect if not for Tommy Shelby in her property.

"Didn't you read the sign?" she said greeting them "men are not allowed here."

"Good morning, Mrs. Solomons," said Tommy with deep voice.

"It is, Tommy. It is."

It always was intrigued him that a man like Alfie could be so devoted to a woman who barely reached his shoulders. His Rosie. Alfie Solomons could start a war against the king and the Pope if something happened to that woman.

Gregory Smith had another idea.

"We don't follow rules, sweetheart. We're the peaky fucking blinders."

"The Peaky who?" Rose looked at the man "Who the fuck are you?"

"The audacity of this bitch. It's a Solomons, eh?"

"Gregory…" warned Tommy.

"Yeah. I'm a Solomons. Proud of it. But I'm quite dumb, Gregory. So I need your help, I only know how to count to two. Like, one, two… what's next?"

"Three."

BANG.

A woman stading behind Rose was holding a gun.

The bullet impacted his head. The man was already dead when his body collapsed on the ground. Rose just looked her pocket watch and then clicked her tongue.

"Men are not allowed here," she repeated. "You understand the warnings now or you what to be the next?"

Tommy looked at the dead body. The blonde woman behind Rose was staring at him and Tommy knew that she wasn't joking. One more step and it couldn't be any difference between a Gruyère cheese and him.

Tommy sent Johnny Dogs and the remaining man again to the car. He also gave his gun to his friend.

"Ya sure, Tom?"

"Just go, Johnny."

When Tommy turned around again, he saw the woman extending her arm, she moved her hand "gimme the fucking cap."

Again, Tommy did what she said. She gestured him to follow her.

The interior of her office was elegantly decorated. An expensive rug on the floor matched the wallpaper and the mahogany desk. Lots of books were perfectly ordered on the bookshelves. Rose Solomons invited him to take seat on one of her velvety armchairs. Tommy followed her with his eyes. Now his cap was over the head of a marble bust representing Aphrodite, just behind her, looking at him. The woman sat behind her desk and put her hands under her chin.

"We have a beautiful garden here. A greenhouse full of exotic flowers and plants. Was your man married? I'd like to send the widow some flowers."

"He wasn't."

"Better, then."

Her brown eyes never leave his blue ones and same as Alfie, he felt she was trying to anticipate his movements. But Tommy didn't express any emotion.

"So? What the hell is doing Thomas Michael Shelby here? My husband isn't here."

"Not looking for Alfie."

"That's fucking new considering the mutual obsession you have with each other."

Tommy curved his lips, barely smiling. "I'm here purely for business, Mrs. Solomons."

"I'm not the kind of person you do business with."

"You are."

Both of them remained in silence for several seconds. Probably she was unaware of it, but Tommy noticed some mannerisms in her that he had witnessed in Alfie before. She was thinking while playing with her fingers. Impossible to say who copied who.

"What kind of business? Illegality has no place here," she finally said.

"I need to know where a certain man is."

Before she could say something Tommy saw the door opening and a beautiful woman in her mid-forties, entered Mrs. Solomons' office. She greeted him with a movement of her head and then started to talk to Rose in French but she stopped her almost immediately.

"This isn't going to work now, Geraldine. The man knows french," she said pointing to him "same as Alfie he fought in France during years. Tell Edith to come. She speaks Hebrew."

Geraldine nodded before leaving again.

"You do that often? Speaking other language in front of strangers?" Tommy settled in the armchair.

"Don't you do the same? I'm sure that speaking Romani is very useful if you want to express something to a friend or relative but you don't want the other to know what are you saying. Don't judge me, Mr. Shelby."

Edith, Tommy asummed it was her, was barely in her 20s, probably she was still a teen. Young and with a cheerful face, the girl approached Mrs. Solomons and both of them started to talk in Hebrew, a language he couldn't understand. For a moment, Rose looked at him sideways.

"Thanks, Edith" she said and the girl left without looking at Tommy. "One of your men tried to sneak in my school. Or they're fucking dumbs or they're really ready to visit God."

"Fucking hell…" Tommy rolled his eyes before breathing deeply. He was sure it wasn't Johnny Dogs but the other Smith. "Listen, Mrs. Solomons, I didn't give the order. I didn't know."

"I know, he acted by his own. Good news is he's alive. Bad news is my girls are taking care of him. It depends on you what I'm going to do with him. Alfie knew you were coming, didn't he?"

"I called him yesterday."

Rose sighed "Yes, of course he knew. Of course he fucking knew," his actions that morning now it made sense to her. Not because it wasn't unsual for them to have sex in the morning, but because there was something in his eyes that his mouth wasn't saying. And after all those years together, Rose knew him very well. "Anyway… what do you want do with your man, Mr. Shelby?"

"Can I smoke?"

"If you go next to the window and put your hand with the cigarette out, I don't have any problem. But I don't want smoke here."

She saw how he stood up and walked towards the window. That one in particular faced one of the gardens where the rosebushes were. In spring and summer, the sweet smell of roses invaded her office and it was something that she really liked.

When that morning Arthur asked him why he took three men with him just to visiting a school and women's residence, Tommy was exploring his chances. Better Gregory Smith than him. He trusted Johnny Dogs, he was a loyal, obedient man. But the Smiths…

"Kill him if you want," Tommy finally said "if my man can't follow my orders, then he should face the consequences. This is your place after all, Mrs. Solomons."

"Edith told me he was screaming that he wanted to avenge his brother."

"Yes. The one you kill it was his brother." Tommy glanced at her. A ghost of a smile was on his face.

"I never killed anyone, Mr. Shelby."

"You don't need to hold a gun and shoot to be a murderer. Most of the murderers just give the order behind their desks."

"Well, he'd be alive if he hadn't been an asshole. It's all about the rules, Mr. Shelby. The sign is there for a reason and if you ask me, you don't seem very concerned about your man's death."

"Rules, eh? Something tells me you're not very fond to follow them, either, Mrs. Solomons. How was the prison?" Tommy blew another puff of smoke out the window, but kept looking at her.

"Pretty cold. Full of cooties and rats. I named one in your honour, that's a tradition that we the Solomons have. Name a goat, name a rat… How's Arfah, by the way? Alfie misses him."

"Thanks for the honour, Mrs. Solomons. Arthur wanted to come. I told him he doesn't know how to deal with a Solomons."

"Oh," she grinned. "And you do?"

"I'm pretty confident about it. It worked in the past."

"I have no doubts about it. But I'm not my husband, Mr. Shelby. I don't fall for a pair of blue eyes and a chiseled face and most of all, I don't trust men."

Tommy threw the remaining of his cigarette in a basket that was there and walked again to the seat in front of her. He crossed his legs and rested his hands over his stomach.

"Do you want to fuck me, Mrs. Solomons?"

"Yes. Just bring me a bottle of cyanide to accompany the moment. And then I want to hug a black mamba. Your place or mine?"

Tommy chuckled. "Wherever you prefer, sweetheart."

Far away from being intimidated by the confidence he was exuding, Rose just scratched her chin.

"Alfie accepted? I mean, if this is the way you deal with a Solomons..."

"Never asked."

"Oh, you should have. The answer maybe could suprise you. But, let me tell you something, Tommy. Can I call you Tommy?" he nodded. Rose left her armchair and approached the man. He followed her with his eyes. Her face was now in front of his, their noses were touching. Both pair of eyes were staring at each other. Tommy felt her breath on his skin "I know who you are, Tommy. Reputation precedes you. I know how you do business with women. But here's the thing: I'm not them. And yes, I'm a Solomons, yes Alfie and I we have lot of similarities. But I'm not Alfie. I'm not interesting in you as a man and if your cock is the only thing you have to offer me, you're wasting your time here… sweetheart." Rose inhaled deeply "God! I never killed anyone, but I swear the devil keep tempting me. How about having your head as a trophy hunting hanging on this office? But…" Rose moved her head back again "as I said, I'm not a murderer."

"Alfie is a lucky man, Mrs. Solomons," Tommy said once she returned to her seat behind the desk.

"Is he?" She tilted her head.

"Believe me." Tommy straighted on his armchair "and I'm sure If something happens to him, I'm sure you're going to heard the devil that keeps telling you to kill someone."

"Be sure of that. If anything happens to my Alfie, the only one who can stop me is Alfie himself. I hope nothing happens to him, EVER. You know about it, don't you?. Your late wife, we knew what happened. I can't imagine the pain."

"No, you can't imagine. But I'm getting over it." Tommy cleared his throat "Mrs. Solomons, I need information."

"In exchange of…"

"Mutual respect."

Rose snorted. "Yes, sure. Alfie could be delighted when I tell him. Information means business, Mr. Shelby. And whiskey is for business, innit?"

She opened a cabinet in her desk and put a bottle of whiskey with the Solomons logo on it. Behind her, were two glasses that she grabbed. A rose was engraved on them.

"I didn't know you drink," he said.

"Only in very few occasions. I prefer just tea for the rest of the day. So? You tell me."

Tommy drank a sip of whiskey before talking again. In his mind the image of Elias dead on the streets of Small Heath appeared again. Contrary to Gregory Smith, Elias was a good man. Her widow was pregnant and a payroll wasn't enough for the woman to compensate her for her husband's death. Yet, it was the only thing that Tommy could do.

"I'm looking for Mrs. Baker."

"There are several, Tommy. It's a very common name. Any details?

"It's an Irishwoman. I don't know her appearance but her husband killed her sister-in-law. It means his own sister."

"Sonia," mumbled her, "but the last name isn't Baker. It's O'Finn. Although she said that prefers her own surname. I'm going to keep that information to me until you tell me what the hell is going on."

From the murdered committed in Birmingham to the one in London's underground. Tommy told her about his suspicions that O'Finn was a member of the IRA and how he, Tommy, was now a target of them. Again.

"If that's true," she replied "then no matter what, your head already had a price and it's not going to be me the one hanging it on my office, but them. Nowadays it's very easy to send a message to the other side of the map. A telegram or a phone call… I don't understand why do you want to talk to this woman if he already communicated with his people."

"Because I don't think he did that. He's hiding. He's a fucking rat."

"Ok. Well, there's a lot of problems first. Mrs. O'Finn, she's not in conditions to talk. Even if she can, you're not allowed to be near her and this is not negotiable. These women are under my wing. Not you, not fucking Churchill can be near them. I don't give a fuck if you bring an order from the fucking president of I-don't-know-where. Understood? I have women specialized in talk to women with the kind of trauma that Sonia has, so, think about twice before suggesting another way to do this."

"The less people know about it, the better, Rose."

She pointed to the door, silently. Tommy sighed. "Fine. But I prefer that you can be present. And me too. Or at least I want to hear everything by myself."

"Agree. We have a place we can use. I need to tell you, or better say, reminder you that Sonia is highly traumatized. Yes, she's alive but the price she paid…" Rose stood up again but this time she walked to one of her bookshelves and picked up a carpet, although to do it she had to climb a ladder. "Tommy, I don't have this rule of "men aren't allowed" just because I'm fucking misandristic bitch, I'm not. I believe in equal rights. I fight for equality. I have that sign because people here, women, kids… are afraid of your kind. I have a register for every single woman that lived here since 1911 when I inaugurated this place. Open the folder."

Tommy obeyed and his first reaction was exactly what Rose hoped to get "Shit…"

The first page was the document of a woman who lived there in 1914 before volunteering as nurse in France, Rose never saw her again. Her name was Rita Brown, 20 years old. She escaped from her house because her father was an abuser. He ended up cutting her face marking a cross on her.

"I don't allow men, because we don't know what kind of bastard will cross that gate. Your man, that Gregory, he's not the first. Dozens before him, I'm genuinely surprised that if you talked to Alfie yesterday he didn't mention my women."

"He did."

"So you knew."

Tommy nodded and Rose studying his face laughed . Suddenly she understood. "You bring this bastard on purpose! You fucking did! You wanted him dead. Fucking hell, Tommy. I heard things a lot of things about you and I'm still impressed. The brother, too? You wanted me to rid off the other guy, too?"

"Why not?"

"Fine. I don't give a shit. One less." She returned to her seat and rang a bell. The same young girl called Edith appeared. Both of them talked in Hebrew again and Edith went out again once they finished. "We have an agreement, it seems. Now my payment."

Tommy opened his coat and placed two payrolls on her desk.

"I appreciate the effort," she said no looking at the money. "But I'm not interested it in cash, although if you don't want it. I can use it to buy something for the school like a new piano for the girls and some violins. A donation."

"I don't want it," he confirmed "then what's your price, Mrs. Solomons?"

"A soul for a soul, Mr. Shelby. I want a man dead."

"Who?"

"Churchill's right hand man."

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