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evita-shelby · 2 months

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It's Only a Paper Moon

Diane x Bucky

Cw:allusion to premarital sex?

For @yorkshirekiwi

Based around this version of the song

She offers a carved flask, and he accepts it with a muttered thank you. She looked like Collen Moore with those eyes of hers, one brown, one blue. Very pretty too.

“Gin?” He asks after handing the flask back mostly empty. Tasted like Shelby Gin if you asked him, just as sweet as he likes it.

“My dad’s personal recipe.” The nurse said with a shrug and emptied the rest of it herself. The Shelbys were English, what were the odds the Shelby Gin heiress was the pretty nurse with the strange eyes sitting here with him?

If it had been a shit day for him, it would have been about as bad for her as well. Her hair is falling out of the impeccable bun she’d had on when they arrived, her uniform stained with blood and grime and looks older than she looked when he last saw her.

She doesn’t smoke, and yet she took a cigarette break. More like an excuse to just calm down before having to go back to the triage.

“Name’s John, everyone calls me Bucky.” He smiles and wipes a smudge of blood off her cheek with his sleeve.

“Diane, Nurse Shelby when I’m om the clock and Di when I’m not.” She returned his smile and Bucky knew he just had to take out this posh English girl dancing.

“Any plans for tonight, Lady Di?” he needs a drink, to sing and maybe even a fuck too. Good thing he had no prior commitments to keep him from doing that last bit.

Those RAF Officers would hate it so much if they saw him with her, wouldn’t they? What was it that they’d said, an American thinks he can fuck a duchess?

“Free as a bird, Major.” Lady Di answers and tells him where he can find her.

“Call me Bucky.”

They talk about him as if he were a Hollywood star, him and his friend, Gale. They had the looks and the charm, even if Bucky often did all the talking.

She wore pale pink with red earrings, red as her lipstick and her shiny heels that barely had her reach his shoulders. Not that it matters, John Egan was too good of a dancer to care about the disparity in their height.

He’s great fun, sings along to the music and yet knows his limits despite having the same intention as every man before him. She’d fuck him of course, she needs the release as much as he does, might as well send him off to die having had a great night.

“How do you live in a place like this, no sunshine no good food?” he asks ordering them both drinks. He knows who she is given by that grin when he gets them Shelby Whiskey.

“My mother’s foreign, from Mexico, and my dad is Romani, a gypsy if you aren’t familiar with the word. So, I get great food and I can always chase the sun whether on land or over the water.” She thanks the barkeep and wonders if he’s done his research on her like the some of the others have. “Besides, it has its charms, Arrow House is known for gardens and woods you can get lost in.”

Diane had done her homework on him, there was always a need to properly vet the people she slept with, especially since her father was in the House of Commons and his factories supplied so much for the war effort.

Perhaps made the connection between her and the gin. The Americans wouldn’t be so careless as to have him spy on her, or realize she was here to see what sort of shit the yanks weren’t telling the Crown.

John Clarence Egan, from Manitowoc, Wisconsin, born September 9, 1915. A shit singer, with a devil may care attitude that made you forget this war and not some movie. He had a girl back home, Josephine Ada Pitz, the first female pilot in their town. He was fond of Shelby alcohol, something that had cemented itself in the hearts of the American working class even before prohibition ended.

“The best of both worlds, then.” He said and proposed a toast to it.

“I heard you sing, Major.” Diane mentions and feeling her heart flutter when he grins widely.

“Like a donkey in a church choir, but it doesn’t matter if you’re loud. Do you, Lady Di?” Bucky asks with his eyes shining in mischief.

“How about you pick the song, Bucky, and I’ll show you?” No wonder the ladies here were crazy for him and his friend. John Egan could get dowdy Queen Elizabeth to jump into his bed if he set his mind to it.

“Paper Moon.”

Its not long before they’re sneaking around for more than just a few drinks and couple of songs that same night.

“You know what I want?” he asks as they move into the sparse woods on the base in search for privacy. The supply closet was already claimed, neither wished to risk their sleeping quarters and there was no way to go to the bed and breakfast nearest the base.

“I hope its not a virgin, Bucky.” She teases kissing him again and tugging him to her by his belt buckle.

“No, not that, Lady Di.” He presses her back to the tree, not caring they’ll be discovered and punished for this. But he’s a good kisser, and the rough bark turns her on even more. “I want to feel something other than whatever the fuck’s gotten into me, Di.”

“Don’t we all, Egan. Only a paper moon, isn’t it?” The singing, the dancing and the feel of understanding as they gave into their attraction for each other, all of that was just to sate their needs for the night and go their separate ways once it was over. Not that Diane judged him for it, not one bit.

They could die tomorrow and no one but a handful of people would care about it.

Only a paper moon sailing over a cardboard sky after all.

It becomes a habit, she is Bucky’s girl even if they are technically only friends who fuck each other and sing together.

She reads cards and knows the future, not that he’s ever believed in that bullshit, but she’s not been wrong when she tells him he’ll come back each time he leaves.

Wouldn’t be make-believe if you believed me, she sings when he doubts her predictions out of habit most days.

Still this is all a paper moon and she’ll move on soon enough. They all do.

“Won’t your girl back home be angry you’re singing and fucking an English girl?” Diane asks as they devour each other in the little bed and breakfast every soldier has used at some point. Before the Americans came in it was the RAF and before that just normal people with no fear of dying after.

“Shit’s been over since I came here, not the pen pal type, Di.” he hadn’t thought about Jo since he got command of his squadron and returned to flying. She’d sent some letters then once she saw he wasn’t going to write back, Jo stopped writing. They always do.

“Just making sure I’m not your dirty little secret.” The nurse assured him as their paper moon hung in the sky.

“Are you gonna come dancing tonight?” he asks once the moment is over and they pretend they don’t have other shit going on. They’re just another pair of lovers making use of the bed and its warmth.

“Only if you ask me nicely, Major.” She flutters her lashes and kissed him sweetly.

He likes her, likes the feeling of knowing she’s here waiting for him.

Strange how he sought her out so he could feel something else for a change, and got more than he’d even asked for.

Everything’s make-believe until you believe in it.

That night he gets the band to play Paper Moon.

He sings to it and she blushes feeling every single damn thing he is now trying to tell her. Perhaps she really was a witch, after all.

“But it wouldn’t be make-believe if you believed me,” Di sang softly, just to him, as she kissed him like she loved him.

“Do you want me to bring you back anything from my next flight, sweetheart?” he asks knowing whatever she answers won’t make sense until after his mission.

“Last nice thing you see in Algeria, preferably jewelry of some kind.” Her mismatched eyes gleam in knowing he finds it hard to believe her words.

John and those who survived Regensburg stay in Algeria for a week, and no matter how hard he tries he can’t find something nice for her before his tine there is up.

On his last day in Algeria, he buys a silver locket with a carved moon where he puts a picture of himself.

He loves her, as strange as it feels to admit it even to Buck, who only teases him for it.

“You should’ve gotten the ring instead, Bucky.” Gale jokes and Bucky hates to admit that he’s right, but there will be time for that if he is to believe his witch.

They celebrate his return with gin and she wears the locket as he takes her on the same tree they fucked against that first night.

He takes her picture with him on missions and likes the kiss she pressed on the back of it along with the lyrics to the last bit of Paper Moons as part of their inside joke. Bucky is a skeptic and no matter the proof to what she envisions, he still does not put much stock on her words.

He didn’t believe her that he’d survive this long, he is only about ten missions away from the holy number and she tells him she sees him surviving the war. Bucky believes that part after Regensburg, tells her himself as he grieves for his friends who didn’t make it.

“I wanted to feel something that night and now I think I feel something else tonight.” He admits as they sit under the tree, and he wraps his sheepskin over her shoulders even if he is the one not used to English autumns.

Gale may think the sheepskin ugly, but Diane likes the comfort of it, of John’s aftershave and cologne, the faint smell of his own sweat and even the detergent used to wash it. It is him almost as much as he is himself.

She wears it when he lets her, once she surprised him wearing only it at their little rented room. Bucky had undone the zipper slowly and kissed every inch he freed from its confines.

She loves him, and he loves her even if he cannot make himself say it outloud…yet.

“And what is it that you feel, Major?” the witch asks loving the way he smiles at her question.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with you, Lady Di.”

He believes her until he doesn’t.

“You have to be wrong, check your cards again.” He cannot believe her words.

Gale Cleven wasn’t gonna be shot down over Bremen. No, he couldn’t. Not Buck.

“I’m sorry, Bucky, I can’t change things just because you ask.” The witch said and put away her tarot cards after a fourth reading.

He shouldn’t have believed her, why did he do this to himself? He’d never believed in this bullshit and now he won’t.

Buck was gonna live, he wasn’t going to go down in his next mission because Diane’s psychic bullshit is just a fucking paper moon.

Bucky can’t even find the words to warn Buck that night and before he knows it, he’s been given a two-day pass to London. Di offers to set him up at her parents’ house since they’re not there, but he refuses because he cannot even look at her without being angry.

He can’t even tell who he is angry at, her, her cards or fucking God himself.

She gives him her address either way and after giving up trying to forget her with the Polish Widow who didn’t care he had his Lady Di; Bucky finds himself watching the bombs from the window in her bedroom.

Bucky Egan doesn’t wake until noon and calls from the telephone on the desk of Thomas Shelby MP OBE praying to God Diane was wrong.

“Norfolk 7322, please.”

Diane finds him crying and raging against God for taking Buck.

“I’m gonna kill those fuckers, for Gale.” He vows as he breaks apart in her arms.

“He’s not dead, you’ll see when you meet him again.” The witch assures him and he is too out of it to even consider she might be right, just as she was before. “I said he’d be shot down, not killed, Bucky.”

She stays in London while he returns to duty a day earlier than planned.

When packs her picture for his next mission, he reads what she wrote on the back of it on his birthday last month.

It’s phony, it’s plain to see

How happy I would be

If you believed in me

Bucky leaves without asking her how Munster will go and asks Crosby to give her his sheepskin for him.

When Diane saw what would happen in Munster, she could not speak.

He wouldn’t die, no, she’d feel it in her heart if he was, but knowing he wouldn’t be coming back from this mission has her doubting her own visions.

She loves him, loves him so deeply she cannot imagine a life without him in it. They’d joked about marriage, about he’d take his Lady Di and marry her in Manitowoc in the same parish he went to with his parents all his life, how they’d be Mr. and Mrs. Egan and have a daughter named Rosemary Gale after Rosemary Clooney and Gale Cleven because Gale’s a girl’s name.

Harry Crosby comes to give his condolences and Bucky’s jacket at her doorstep, but she refuses to accept his word that he’s gone.

“Bucky’s not dead, he’ll come back here. I’ve seen it.” She lies as she takes Bucky’s sheepskin and cries herself to sleep in it while humming ‘It’s only a paper moon.’

Lady Di keeps herself busy working as a nurse as if she were possessed until a letter from a prisoner of war camp in Germany arrives written by John Clarence Egan himself.

‘I need a new picture, Lady Di, I believed in you so much I lost it in a German field’, he writes and adds, ‘Buck says hello.’

Diane sends her picture with the same words as before and sprays enough perfume on her letter for it to still smell of her when it arrives several months after it should’ve been.

And because he believes her now, she works with the Crown and the Americans to keep him and his comrades safe until they’re brought home.

‘If you can stay put for me, I’ll let you take me to Manitowoc, Wisconsin, Bucky,’ she writes on the postscript of her letter to him. In the same letter she makes sure to name drop her dear friend Lilibet Windsor, the Princess of Wales, who agrees to send her regards if it means he and the rest of the prisoners are not executed by the Nazis.

“You were right, I should’ve picked the ring instead of the locket.” Bucky tells his friend who’s gone distracted by his Marge’s letters.

“Can’t be your best man nor you mine if we have a double wedding, Bucky.” Gale jokes after sharing his good news.

"Our girls deserve their own day, don’t they?” he laughs with renewed strength knowing he and Buck aren’t going to die in this shithole.

He consults with his witch, plans accordingly and so far everything goes well even if they have to wait until she finds what day is best for their escape.

When they escape on January 27th of 1944, he is humming Paper Moon to himself and tells Buck that’s going to be the first dance he and Mrs. Egan will dance at their wedding.

Bucky’s not been a whole day back on Thorpe Abbotts when he finds her waiting in only his sheepskin and the locket at their hotel room singing Paper Moon with two glasses of champagne.

She sings beautifully, she’d be a star if she wanted, but she’s perfectly happy as she is, as the soon to be Mrs. John Egan.

He’s bought the ring, a silver one to match the locket with moons carved all around it. Inside it says the same words as her picture.

“Only if you ask me nicely, Major.” She whispers knowing everything with those pretty eyes of hers.

John Clarance Egan elopes with her the moment the ring is done, on February 14th, 1945, with Buck as his best man and Diane’s best friend who came all the way from Margate, as her maid of honor at the dance hall with the chaplain officiating and the Valentine’s Day dance serving as their reception.

“I heard you sing, Bucky.” Allie Solomons asks, having only heard of him through letters and Diane’s words.

“Like a donkey in a church choir,” his wife grins and he took the bait.

“Pick a song, sweetheart, and I’ll show you.”

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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EXCUSE ME—

YOU ARE BREWING A WHAT IDEA

(also ever since day 1 I’ve always felt like he’s the most non-peaky blinder peaky blinder the thought hits tenfold every time I see him 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I’m so glad we’re on the same boat)

noooo it's a dumb socmed concept really but when i first saw john it made me remind of cillian murphy (idk if it's for looks or his accent???) sooo i've been joking about it ever since then aajjajaj maybe you say that he's your celebrity crush in an interview and everyone laughs at him for it akajajj

#c answers #wip: john shelby #< it's not happening i just like to tag things

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megalony · 9 months

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Where Were You

This is another Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders) imagine, requested by the lovely @neonkiwi I hope this is what you were looking for. Any comments and requests would be lovely.

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Summary: Tommy takes care of his pregnant wife when she isn’t well, but he isn’t there when something happens.

Enjoy.

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"Thank you," Forcing a smile on her lips, (Y/n) nodded at the man who placed down another stack of papers beside her on the table before he wandered off towards the black board on the wall to change the tally.

Yet more ledgers and bets for (Y/n) to write down in the leather book sprawled out in front of her. The book which only (Y/n) was allowed to write in for the time being because Tommy thought she 'had the best hand-writing' and the book needed to be eligable and easy to read and follow. He had been against (Y/n) helping out in the betting shop work until she showed she was more than efficient writing neat but fast, taking notes and adding and making up the bets, winnings and losses.

There wasn't much Tommy could deny (Y/n) and when Polly and Ada were involved in the business, he could hardly begrudge giving his wife a job role too and letting her help.

But this was where he drew the line and (Y/n) knew it. He didn't want (Y/n) getting involved with the Blinders. She went to all the family meetings, he told her what deals he was planning to make and who they were dealing with, (Y/n) could know everything and anything, he just didn't want her involved. Much like Polly, she knew what they were doing but she left the men to it.

With a sigh, (Y/n) rubbed her hand across her temple and tried to ignore the building headache forming behind her eyes as she looked down at the numbers that were almost bluring before her eyes.

A gasp escaped her lips and her hands furiously grappled with the stack of papers beside her when John slammed a book down on the table, knocking a stale coffee cup flying and spilling the contents across the pages.

"John! Honestly, can't you be careful?" (Y/n) chided as she swatted the coffee from the pages and tried wafting them in the air so they didn't smudge. She couldn't afford to go and ask someone to re-write all of those pages over again for her to copy down into the book. It would set them back hours which they didn't have and bets could be lost.

"Sorry," His shoulders slumped and his lips curled down around the cigarette between them in a way of apology.

Gathering the book and the papers in her arms, (Y/n) stood up from her seat and walked round the table.

The booming voices shouting out bets, calling out names and stakes and the ultimate rush of adrenaline was too much for (Y/n). She couldn't hear her own thoughts in the back room and it was fuelling her headache to the point she was ready to leave which she didn't want to do.

She held the papers close to her chest, curving them awkwardly over her protruding stomach while she weaved around the workers and headed over to Tommy's office. The office was still adjoined to the betting room but it had a wall, window and door to block out the noise and it was significantly quieter in there. It just meant that (Y/n) wouldn't get as much work transcribed when she was in the same room as her husband.

He served as a great distraction.

"Alright, love?" Tommy's low voice curled around a cigarette chomped tightly between his teeth and a puff of smoke swirled around his hair, distorting his features for a second or two.

"Yeah, can I work in here for a bit?"

"Course," Tommy was already up and out of his desk chair which he motioned towards with a quirked lip and a raised brow. It wouldn't be fair to make (Y/n) sit on the sofa with papers scattered on the floor and the book on her lap when she could take his seat at the desk for a while.

A wave of ease rushed through (Y/n) the moment she sat down and felt Tommy's hands rubbing up and down her bare arms. He had the cigarette clasped between his fingers and the smoke drifted through her nose and sent chills down her spine. (Y/n) didn't smoke often but if she couldn't smell the tobacco she started to panic. It was a scent she associated with Tommy, even when they were in bed or in the bath, he still had that lingering smell of smoke about him.

(Y/n) spread her papers about the desk and got started writing them into the book in her neatest penmanship while Tommy sat down on the desk on her left. He was close enough that her arm brushed his thigh every time she turned a page or moved some paper around, but it was comforting.

Every now and then, (Y/n) rested her hand on his upper thigh as he read through some paperwork and after a while, she leaned her cheek on his leg when she took a short break. Her head was as cloudy as the room was with Tommy's smoke and it was making it hard to focus on what she was trying to write.

Her uneasy headache, coupled with the tension in her stomach from the baby made (Y/n) wish time would go faster so they could go home.

Wordlessly, (Y/n) reached out for Tommy's hand that was planted on the desk near her papers, and pressed his palm against her stomach when their baby started to wriggle. She could see him smiling out the corner of her eye but he didn't say anything. He just kept his hand pressed where it was, smoothing his thumb over her stomach in a calming motion that made her feel a little better.

"Bathroom break," (Y/n) mumbled quietly, throwing her pen down on the table as she took a moment to straighten up in her chair and click her spine back into place.

Tommy leaned over to kiss her temple and his hand moved to the small of her back as she walked past him before she headed out the room.

There was a small toilet at the back of the betting room and it was the most convinient when (Y/n) didn't have the time or patience to wander through the house and up the stairs to the bathroom. The toilet was poxy, the room was barely five foot wide and (Y/n) had to wiggle round the door to get into the room and be able to shut it properly behind her.

Even in the small toilet the noises in the betting room overpowered her ears. The loudness, close proximity and stressful atmosphere never used to play on (Y/n)'s nerves until she was pregnant.

A shockwave rattled through (Y/n) and all the air got caught in her lungs when she looked down.

Blood.

Why was she bleeding? There shouldn't be any blood in her underwear like this. A few drops in the beginning of her pregnancy, sure that was normal and nothing to worry about but (Y/n) didn't even get that. From the moment she found out she was pregnant, the thought and sight of blood had gone from her mind.

As if on cue, a small cramp twinged in the side of her stomach when the baby wriggled.

A tightness pulled around her lungs and squeezed her chest until she was barely breathing anymore, gasping for small streaks of air through dry lips. But (Y/n) managed a deep breath when the door suddenly screeched as it swung open and her wide, doe eyes locked with John.

"Shit! I- sorry, sorry I should have knocked!" John's hand tightened around the door handle and he snapped his eyes closed as he went to shut the door again. All of them seemed to forget that the lock on the door was broken and no one bothered to knock and check if it was in use or not.

"Can you get Tommy for me?"

"Wh- why?" The unease in John's voice was clear and he kept the door open just a crack so he could hear (Y/n) but couldn't see anything. He didn't want to go get his big brother because he would not be happy with John for this mistake.

"Please?" The pleading in her voice was evident because John shut the door and scampered off immediately.

"Learn some manners and fucking knock next time!" Tommy slapped his hand against the back of John's head, knocking his cap off into his hands before he bypassed his little brother and walked out the office.

He stormed passed the tables, nudging men out the way until he reached the back where the toilet was. A slither of worry rattled through his frame at the thought of why (Y/n) needed him. John didn't know, all he said was (Y/n) didn't seem well and wanted him to go to her but that could mean any number of things. She could have been sick, she could have slipped in that tiny fucking room, she could feel unwell, anything and everything rattled through his mind.

"Love, it's me. What's up?" Tommy carefully pushed the door open, being mindful not to bash it into (Y/n)'s legs before he knelt down on the floor in front of her.

His eyes cast down when (Y/n) pointed at her underwear hanging around her legs and he gulped at the sight of the blood. That wasn't a good sign. When he looked back up, he saw tears streaking down her face that had lost all its colour and she was biting her thumb out of anxious habit.

"Okay... let's get you in the house and Pol will go get the midwife. Hey, no tears," Reaching out, Tommy brushed his thumb against (Y/n)'s cheek and swiped away a stray tear. "You'll be fine."

(Y/n) let Tommy help her up and she bound her arms around his waist, burying her face in his shirt, inhaling his cologne that always calmed her nerves. She didn't dare look at anyone as Tommy guided her back through the room towards the main part of the house. She kept her eyes screwed shut and her face hidden as Tommy's arms tightened around her waist and shoulders, guiding her through and shielding her from any prying eyes.

He could be right, she might be fine, after all she wasn't exactly in any pain. Her head felt fuzzy but that was normal and the baby was moving around like a trooper, showing that they were okay. Maybe she had just been working a little too hard recently.

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Rubbing his damp hair with a towel, Tommy sauntered out the bathroom and walked back towards the bedroom, surprised to find the bedside lamp turned on, illuminating the room in a deep golden glow. He couldn't stop the sigh from passing through his lips when he looked around the room and his eyes landed on his wife stood to the side near the wardrobe.

"What do you think you're doing?"

(Y/n) turned on her heels, coiling her arms to her chest as a small, sugary sweet smile broke out on her face when she looked over at her husband. His hair was stuck up at all angles after he'd just had a wash and he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. Showing off the white and baby pink scars, the black tattoos and the tense, taut muscles. But what her eyes focused on most was the quirk of his lip showing he was trying to fight off a smile.

He only smiled around (Y/n).

"Nothing,"

"Then get back in bed." Tommy clicked his finger and pointed over towards the bed as he threw the towel on the chair in the corner and folded his arms over his chest.

"Can't I come with you, please?"

A grin broke out on Tommy's face and for a few seconds, she thought he might agree. He stalked towards her like a predator slowly advancing on its prey until his hands were gripping her hips tightly and his eyes danced up and down her figure. Noticing that she was only wearing one of his button up shirts that was halfway undone, no bra or underwear on beneath.

The grin stayed on his face even as he slowly started to walk (Y/n) backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed and he carefully nudged her down until she was laying on the bed. He hovered above her, stood between her legs and leaned down until his abdomen was pressing against her bump and his nose was ever so slightly brushing against hers.

"No."

"Tommy-"

"Bedrest means you stay in bed, and you rest. What makes you think I'd let you come back to work?"

He could see the sorrow building up behind her eyes and even though it would usually crumble Tommy's hard persona, this time it didn't. The midwife had instructed bed rest and Tommy was going to ensure that it happened. He wasn't having (Y/n) come back down to the betting room and overwork herself or be around all the idiots he had working for him.

No way was Tommy going to have (Y/n) overdo it and find her crying in the toilet again or collasped down on the floor. He wasn't taking any risks with her or the baby. They had been lucky the midwife said it was only high blood pressure and stress that caused the bleeding two weeks ago.

"I'm bored Tommy. I can sit in the office with you and do the books, it isn't hard or tiring, please? I'll still be resting, I'll be sat down all day."

(Y/n) had managed two weeks stuck in their bedroom and she didn't know how much longer she could last. Two more months of this was going to kill her off and no one was listening to her. Polly and Ada agreed with the midwife and Tommy wasn't letting anyone else come up and visit her and no one was going to dare go against Tommy in favour of (Y/n) working.

She wouldn't even mind if he just brought the books up here for her to write in, it would give her something to do up here all day.

A groan passed through (Y/n)'s lips and Tommy swallowed it up, kissing and nibbling on her lip until she was lightheaded. When he mumbled 'no' against her lips, (Y/n) could of cried if he didn't continue to kiss her like he was trying to steal the life from her.

"Can you bring the book up here then and I'll transcribe all the bets in, please?"

"Nope. You can have any book you want to read, I'll bring you anything, but you ain't working and that's that. Now be a good girl and stay in bed, I've got to get dressed and go."

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Shedding his cap and jacket, Tommy looped them on the hook by the door before he kicked off his shoes and undid the suspenders on his shoulders. He could barely see straight with how tired he felt and it had taken a lot of effort to scrub the blood from his face, hands and neck and change his clothes before coming home. He had taken the time to get the blood from beneath his fingernails too.

He didn't want to bring anything from the dark side of work back home to (Y/n). Whenever he came home to her, he was as clean and tidy as he was when he walked out the door.

His feet barely picked up to trudge up the stairs and he flicked the landing light on as he passed, needing some sort of brightness to wake him up because the darkness was calling his name. Begging for him to sleep and drift off into the dark corners of his mind.

He could feel a smile pulling at his lips when he reached the bedroom. All he wanted was to wrap his arms around (Y/n) and pull her into his chest, never to let her go again.

With his hand on the doorhandle, Tommy barely pushed the door open before something launched his way and had him ducking down, stumbling into the doorframe to be out of the firing line.

"Fucking Christ (Y/n)! What are you doing?!"

Turning to look behind him, Tommy felt his heart beating out of his chest as his eyes landed on a book strewn halfway down the hall behind him. She had thrown a book at him. A fucking book, and he didn't know why. What had he done to warrant that?

He kissed her before he left this morning, in fact he did more than that and she had been smiling tiredly when he left for work. He even sent Polly round this afternoon to check on her and make sure she was alright because he knew she was still struggling with bedrest. So why was she throwing things at him when he had barely walked through the door? Surely he hadn't forgotten anything, today wasn't an important or special day for any reason.

With a deep breath, Tommy stood back up to his full height and stepped into the room, his eyes focused on the bed but (Y/n) wasn't there.

A gurgling cry caught his attention and his wild blue eyes darted round until they landed on his wife. The one thing in his life that he couldn't live, breathe or think without.

She was on the floor.

Tommy tripped over his feet to get over to (Y/n) but he couldn't breathe when he reached her.

(Y/n) was laid on her side on the carpet, her legs curled up to her stomach that was hidden in one of his dark grey button up shirts which she had been wearing a lot recently. Her hair was strewn about all around her, fallen out of a messy bun long ago. One arm was coiled to her stomach and the other was stretched out in front of her clearly from when she had thrown the book towards him. Every part of her was trembling.

But it was the blood that got Tommy's attention. Her exposed thighs were caked in blood, both dried and new and it was soaked into the carpet beneath her. And when he dared to look up at the bed, he saw splatters of blood there too like one of the crime scenes he made his Blinders clean up.

"Fuck- oh shit. Love what's happened? Come on, talk to me."

A burning cry wrenched against the back of (Y/n)'s throat when she felt Tommy's arms cocooning around her. It felt so much better when he lifted her up and took her weight from her, he let her lean into his chest and held her up. Half of her body had gone numb from laying on the floor for so long.

She buried her face in his shirt but slammed her fist into his shoulder to hurt him like she had been hurt. Tommy took the few punches that followed, he tightened his chest and stayed still, letting her vent out her frustrations and he took the horrid scream she errupted against his chest.

"W-where, were you?" (Y/n) sobbed through her words and dug her nails into Tommy's shoulder, begging him to hold her tighter so she knew this wasn't a dream or a mirrage.

"Sweetheart I've been at work, tell me what's happened, please." The desperation in his voice was clear and the agony rattled through into (Y/n)'s chest.

He had been at work, where he had been all day since he left over twelve hours ago. He told (Y/n) he would be home late tonight but he would send Polly round to check on her and she had been okay with that. Why had things suddenly changed like this? He had been in the office until the afternoon and then he had been out on the streets for hours clearing up some business and getting rid of a few loose ends.

"My water broke a-and the blood... Tommy it hurts! I- I couldn't- I tried calling but someone unhooked the phone and..."

The moment the blood started to pool between her legs, (Y/n) tried ringing the office to get hold of someone, anyone who could pass the message along to Tommy that he needed to come home urgently. It rang twice and on the third attempt someone answered before unhooking the phone so no more calls could get through. Then when (Y/n) tried to move, she collapsed on the floor and her phone unplugged from the wall and she was left alone and defenceless.

She had been waiting in agony for Tommy to come home.

Tilting his head down, Tommy pressed his lips against her hair which soaked up the few tears starting to fall from his eyes. He breathed in her scent to stop himself from panicking and slowly swayed them side to side as he held her closer to his heart. Feeling (Y/n) sobbing into his shirt that she was clenching so tightly in her fists that she was about to rip through the material.

Why had no one answered her calls?

Why did no one come and get him? He could have been here hours ago if someone had bothered to hear his wife's calls.

"Love I- I'm so sorry. Let's get you on the bed and I can call the midwife, okay?"

Tommy didn't wait for an answer, he knelt up on the floor and hoisted (Y/n) carefully into his arms bridal style. They couldn't stay sitting on the floor like this and he needed to get her comfortable so he could plug the phone back in and call the midwife- and aunt Pol- and get them both here now.

He couldn't waste anymore time.

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Turning her head to the left, (Y/n) buried her face in Tommy’s chest, smothering a sob in his shirt as she wished this would end soon. When both Polly and the midwife first arrived, both had been in agreement that Tommy should wait downstairs.

(Y/n), however, was not in agreement.

She wanted Tommy by her side, she wanted his arms around her, his lips on her flushed skin and his soft words in her ear. He promised to keep them safe, he couldn't do that from downstairs or waiting outside the door and he was in full agreement. He wasn't going anywhere without (Y/n).

Her skin was blotched red and dotted with sweat, her body was burning up like she was sitting on a coal fire and she couldn't feel a thing below the waist.

Tommy, however, felt like all he could smell, see and focus on was blood.

The horrid smell was burning his nostrils and flooding the front of his mind and when he looked around the room, it was everywhere when it should be nowhere. There shouldn't be more than a few streaks of blood during this process that was supposed to be magical and heartwarming, not heart-wrenching and life threatening.

The blood on the carpet was dried and as black as the night sky and Tommy was already adamant that he was ripping that carpet up and replacing it when this was all over. The bedsheets were stained, (Y/n)'s legs were smeared pink from the midwife trying to clean the blood away that reappeared again just a few minutes ago. It was back under Tommy's fingernails from holding and moving (Y/n) around on the bed. He hated it.

Tommy pressed his hand to (Y/n)’s neck, kissing the top of her head repeatedly to try and calm her down because he could do little else but provide support.

(Y/n) tightened her hand around his own as she moved so she was leaning back against the pillows instead of Tommy. She could feel Polly dabbing at her neck and forehead with the ice-cold water she had just retrieved from the bathroom. She tried to scream but it came out rather defeated from the lack of energy and the searing pain.

“H-how much longer?” There was such a pleading tone to (Y/n)’s voice as she looked over at the midwife who pursed her lips.

“Not much longer. The head will be born soon.” She ran her hand up and down (Y/n)’s thigh to try and calm her down. “Come on now, another push for me.” (Y/n) did as asked, pressing her chin into her chest as she snapped her eyes closed, trying to ignore the pain that was consuming her but it didn’t work very well. She wanted this to be over, she wanted their baby to be delivered right now or for this to wait another two months so everything would be alright.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

(Y/n) was supposed to be on bed rest for another two months, one month in the very least, before they even had to think about labour. She had wanted Tommy here when it started and for things to go smoothly and to have a beautiful healthy baby in her arms. This was too early for that fantasy to become reality.

Tommy kept his eyes on the cream coloured sheet that had been placed beneath (Y/n)’s lower half but his nostrils flared and his jaw locked when he saw how it still started to get coated in blood.

“Tommy…”

“Shh, it’s alright love. You’ll be fine.” Tommy hushed, pressing his lips to her forehead as he brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear. She interlocked their hands together as her other hand pressed to her stomach, wishing the pain would go away.

“Push again for me, the head’s almost born.”

Tommy hooked his arm around (Y/n)’s waist to help her sit up, his other hand still interlocked with her own. He let her lean against his chest as (Y/n) both moaned and screamed at the agony that was tearing through her muscles. Letting out a sharp breath, (Y/n) closed her eyes as she buried her face into Tommy’s neck, feeling him muttering praise against the top of her head.

“Okay, the head’s born.” The midwife reached over for one of the towels resting near Tommy’s leg, not daring to look at him when she heard his sharp breath at seeing the blood on her hands.

(Y/n) started to push again on the next contraction like Mary advised but she felt like she was becoming lightheaded. Tommy kept his hand entwined with hers but moved his arms so they were wrapped around her waist, holding her to his chest. He could feel (Y/n)'s free hand moving up to grip his arm and it made him tremble from how badly she was shaking against him and he hated it.

"Hey, you stay with me, alright? Almost there sweetheart." Tommy's lips stayed pressed to the top of her head but he shook her a little when he felt her wavering against him. She was close to passing out.

"You've done it, you've done it." Polly gripped (Y/n)'s arm and sat down on her other side on the bed, shaking her like Tommy had when (Y/n)'s eyes rolled to the back of her head for a second before she seemed to come back around again.

"Good girl," Those two words sent (Y/n)'s heart alight and made her want to smile but all she could do was nuzzle into her husband, hoping everything would stop now. It didn't seem to sink in with (Y/n) that she was still pushing and the afterbirth came swiftly.

Tommy handed the midwife another towel and she nodded in thanks, gently wrapping it around the tiny newborn. after doing a few checks, she motioned the small bundle towards Tommy, silently asking him to take the newborn but she reeled back when he shook his head. A definite 'no' angrily spat through his lips and he looked at his aunt instead who took the hint.

He wasn't holding his baby until (Y/n) was stable and alright, he couldn't let go of her in case something happened. It felt as if letting go of her would cause her to slip away from him and Tommy couldn't handle that.

His heart hammered away in his chest as he watched Polly take the tiny bundle into her arms, a breathless smile on her tear-drenched face. She quietly mouthed 'girl' at Tommy before she started to rock the small bundle side to side.

“Alright miss.” The midwife hushed soothingly, rattling through her bag before retrieving a small clear glass bottle and a needle. She injected a fair amount of what Tommy guessed was clotting medication into (Y/n)'s lower stomach.

Tommy bit down on his tongue to stop himself from crying or shouting or simply exploding when (Y/n) groaned quietly. Her back arched up from the bed and her head pressed bruisingly into his shoulder but he didn't care. Carefully, Tommy sat (Y/n) forward so he could move around behind her and lean back against the pillows. He sat back against the pillows and headboard and slowly lowered (Y/n) back so she was leaning against his chest, laid between his spread legs.

This was how they laid thousands of times at night, (Y/n) between his legs wrapped up in his embrace like she was a child needing comfort. This way Tommy could kiss her head and keep his arms around her chest and give her the comfort she was seeking.

The midwife gave (Y/n) another injection in her elbow and then started to place rags dipped in ice water over (Y/n)'s neck, wrists and stomach to help cool her down so she didn't fall into a fever.

Time seemed to disappear from them and Tommy wondered if he had slipped into a trance and for how long until he suddenly felt (Y/n) relax in his arms. Whatever the midwife had given her seemed to have done some good, she wasn't trembling against him or moaning in agony and he knew she was still awake which was another good thing.

"No stitches required but she's lost a lot of blood. I'm going to call for a doctor, she might need to go to hospital for a transfusion and fluids and it would be safe for baby to be checked over at hospital. For now, they're both stable."

Tommy refrained from rolling his eyes. The amount of blood he'd seen (Y/n) lose was enough to bring the dead back to life. She needed blood, Hell Tommy would give her pints of his own blood if they matched and it meant she would get better. He knew she wasn't going to be impressed about going to hospital but he needed her to get better and recover.

But for now he could relax a little and let down the guard he had built up to keep himself contained and in check. (Y/n) wasn't on the verge of death, she wasn't in immediate danger.

As if a light had gone off in his head, Tommy looked over at Polly and let his gaze fall down on the bundle in her arms.

Surely two months early meant their baby girl was going to have some sort of complications or issues. Tommy could see already that she was tiny, she wouldn't even measure to the size of his lower arm and the clothes they had clearly weren't going to fit her. But she was breathing, she was whimpering and moving and that was more than he could have asked for in this situation.

"Pol," Ticking his head, Tommy looked down at (Y/n) before back to his aunt who got his silent request and leaned closer to the couple.

She was gentle when she slipped the baby into (Y/n)'s trembling arms, moving the towel back so they could see her face and the newborn could have skin to skin contact with (Y/n).

Tilting his head down, Tommy rested his chin on (Y/n)'s shoulder and moved his hand so he could delicately brush his finger over his newborn's cheek.

"She's beautiful."

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Tangled Desires (and Broken Innocence)

Summary: In the gritty streets of Birmingham, the Shelby brothers rule with an iron fist. The source of their success in the criminal underworld? Their loyalty to one another. Yet, everything changes when a mysterious girl named Lola Haze and her family arrive in town. Young, bratty, and irresistible in her short sundress, she stirs Tommy, Arthur, and John's curiosity. In her attempt to flee from a toxic home and the awful secrets she hides, Lola decides to ignite the three brothers' desire. Yet she soon understands that these violent delights can only have violent ends and that she will never escape this hell she created: a hell located between love and abuse with three men.

TW: Extreme violence, M/M/F/M, kidnapping, porn with plot, rough sex, huge age gap (Lola is legal), Dubcon, mention of child abuse, highly inspired by Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov and Lana Del Rey's song. We don't know Lola's real name so consider her (Y/N).

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Chapter 4: c o m i n g . . .

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Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

(More to come?)

🫧 Author's notes:

This will be a multi-chapter fic but the posting schedule will be irregular and I really don't know where I'm going with this. All I can tell you is that don't get fooled by the pink - this was supposed to be Halloween so it’s extremely dark, noncon and disturbing.

Also, I don't expect this to be popular. If you still want to be tagged just leave a little comment.

Please don't force yourself to read because you're my mutuals. It's okay to stay safe.

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 1

NSFW Alphabet - Arthur Shelby

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's sweet but a bit oblivious. He will hold you sometimes or talk if you'd rather, but if you want anything special, you are probably gonna have to either ask specifically or get it yourself. He does always tell you how special you are and how much he cares for you after. Especially if he was rougher or had a really shit day, he'll spend time telling you how you make his life better and that he wouldn't know what to do without you. If he's rougher, he'll also check to make sure he didn't go too far either physically or verbally. He's always a little worried he will get too carried away, and he wants you to know that he would never ever hurt you. He generally pretty much down for the count, though now that you've made each other feel good, and you are okay with that.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your lips. How soft they are and how perfect they look, but his favorite thing is all that you do with them. They allow you to talk him off a ledge when he's barely clinging to his sanity. They laugh at his stupid jokes and smile at him first thing in the morning. They whisper both loving and filthy things to him. They do the most sinful things when you kiss him and when you suck his cock. Basically he could lose himself completely in your lips and be totally happy about it.

You love his hands, even though and maybe even partly because he doesn't like them. He has told you that he feels like the devil controls his hands sometimes and that he has done such terrible things with them. You see hands that have worked hard to fight for and protect his country, his family, and everything else he has. You see hands that hold you tight whenever you are feeling low. You see hands that are gifted at drawing and hands that love to play with and hold Ada and John's kids. His long fingers that are so good at touching you exactly how you want and need. Where he sees the negatives of them, you see the positives.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His two favorite places to cum are in your mouth and in your cunt. He will cum on your face, tits, or pussy if you prefer but he honestly feels like its a bit of a waste. His cum is supposed to be inside you. If your sucking him off he wants to watch you swallow. There's an intimacy about watching you swallow his load, and while it's still not as good as cumming in your cunt, knowing that you love him enough to swallow his cum makes him love you more. If he had to pick one spot, he wants every drop of his cum in your pussy. He loves to sit back on his heels and watch it start to leak out of you afterward. If his breeding kink is keyed up he will definitely push any that has leaked out back into you. Telling you he's gonna keep that pretty little cunt stuffed full until he gives you a baby.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly, he's a big subby boy, but only for you. The first time you see this side of him is after a particularly frustrating day. He pretty much threw himself on the bed, trying not to give in to the demons in his mind telling him he just needed a little bump to make it better. He fought the craving, though, coming right home to you instead of finding some cocaine. You told him how proud you were of him, and he practically started purring. To test the waters, you then called him your good boy. Watching how his eyes clouded with lust at your praise. It led to you riding him as he was whimpering, saying he wanted to be a good boy just for you, only for you. Afterward, you ask him if maybe in the future, when he feels this way again, if he would want you to take care of him again. As he's falling asleep, he nods and whispers a sweet 'yes, please'. His old addictive habits will now get replaced by a new, much less destructive one.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Arthur is definitely experienced, but much of that experience was centered mostly on his own pleasure. That's not to say he didn't know how to please a woman, he just wasn't gonna swing for the fences if he was just with a whore. With you it's different. He wants to make your eyes roll back in your head every single time he touches you. It takes some fine tuning, but luckily you are happy to help guide him and tell him what feels good. He doesn't care how long it takes, he isn't going to stop until he makes you cum even if he already has.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

If he's feeling more rough, Arthur likes to fuck you from behind. His hands on your hips or your shoulders, with you on all fours. Occasionally gripping and pulling your hair as he pounds into you. If he's feeling subby he wants you riding him. That way you are in control. You decide how hard or soft, how fast or slow you fuck him. If he's a really good boy you let him finish by grabbing you tightly to his chest, planting his feet on the bed, and wildly thrusting up into you. If he's feeling more romantic or loving he wants to fuck you in some variation of missionary. He wants to be able to kiss you and look in your eyes as his cock fills you. He wants to feel your legs wrapped tight around him as you're close to cumming. He wants to whisper against your lips 'that's it love. Cum for me. Eh.'

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If he's just the right amount of drunk, he can get goofy. Specifically, he will get really giggly, think school girl giggles, and it is downright adorable. He almost looks at you, lovesick, like he just can't believe his lucky stars that you are in bed with him. When he's sober, he can still be silly at times. Tickling you with his mustache to make you laugh or telling you little jokes. When he's really drunk, he's always deadly serious. That's usually also when he's roughest during sex. Lots of slurred dirty talk and asks to tell him who you belong to.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It's usually a bit wild down there. When he's struggling mentally, all that kind of stuff goes untended to. Then, when he starts feeling better, he will usually trim and clean up a bit extra for you. As long as he's feeling normal, he'll keep himself put together and more trimmed. He partly likes it because he thinks it makes his dick look a little bit bigger, and it's a little ego boost. He prefers you to be trimmed, but frankly, as long as you're willing to have sex with him, he isn't gonna complain.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex with Arthur is actually rather intimate, even when he's rough and more animalistic. He is just more intense. All his emotions tend to run high, both the good ones and the bad ones. So even if he's not feeling romantic per-say, it is intimate. He will tell you how much he wants and needs you every time you have sex. Sometimes, he feels like he can't really breathe properly when you aren't around. How you make him a better man. When he's feeling romantic, all of his praise is only amplified. He will tell you he loves you over and over. His forehead will be pressed to yours, and afterwards, he will hang onto you like his life depends on it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He used to jerk off much more oftem than he does now. He used it as a form of stress relief when he got upset or overwhelmed. It was a healthier way of dealing with his emotions than by drinking, snorting coke, or fighting. Now if he jerks off its mainly because he can't stop thinking about you and you aren't around for him to fuck. Occasionally you will touch yourselves together mainly as a form of foreplay or sometimes as your 2nd round. Telling each other what you fantasize about. It started after you walked in on him in the tub one day. Instead of leaving, you came to sit next to the tub and told Arthur to keep going. He nearly came on the spot.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Definitely has a praise kink. Both giving and receiving praise. He loves telling you exactly how much he loves you, how sexy you are, and how good you are for him. He also adores when you tell him how much you love him and even more when you tell him he's your good boy. He basically melts when you tell him all sorts of sweet things and shower affection on him.

He also has a bit of a breeding kink and a housewife kink. He sees you interact with John's kids, how good you are with them and how much they love you, and he can hardly wait to get you home to try and give you a little one of your own. He would spend all night filling you up over and over if you ask. He knows you would look absolutely incredible pregnant, and he would dote on your every need. His dream paradise would be a little house with you waiting for him to get home, looking perfect making dinner, with a whole slew of kids running around. It would be so normal, and that's what he ultimately wants. He's just not sure he's deserving of it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Arthur has a few favorite locations, but ultimately, if he wants you, he will find somewhere to have you. Wherever you are. The first place he loves to have sex with you is in your own shared bed. You are both relaxed and have all the time in the world to make each other feel good. Arthur really lets his guard down here, and it is truly one of your favorite things in the world.

His other favorite place is in his office. With you on his desk, either bent over it with him behind you or sitting on his desk with your legs around his waist, or with you riding him in his chair. You have definitely broken at least one chair this way, and Arthur was proud as punch about it. Laughing like an idiot when Tommy and John busted in the door after hearing the loud crash from his office, worried something had happened. Their guns immediately lower when they find you both on the floor, you on top of and straddling Arthur. Your face buried in Arthur's chest in embarrassment. John was practically on the floor himself with how hard he was laughing. Even Tommy gave himself a side stitch giggling.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His primary motivation is you. Especially when you are doing normal everyday things, like helping with the books or even just hanging out with his family. It's like you don't know how stunning you are and just how many guys you effortlessly make fall all over themselves. Even Tommy was taken by you at first until Arthur practically threw a tantrum, saying that he saw you first. The fact that you seemed to only have eyes for him just put him even more over the moon in love. Seeing you just going about your normal day when you start doing something like innocently biting your finger or swaying your hips side to side immediately makes him want to take you to bed.

He also uses sex with you to help escape all the bad parts of his life and his mind. He knows when he's in bed with you, behind the safety of the locked door, that he's safe and loved. He can seek his solace in your body, knowing it can cure all that ails him. Knowing that you will take care of him exactly as he needs you to.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

First of all, there is not a chance in hell this man would ever even consider sharing you with anyone else. If another man so much as smiles at you for too long, Arthur will have steam coming from his ears. The thought of another man ever kissing or fucking you makes him pretty much homicidal.

Second is really letting himself explore any hard-core BDSM fantasies he has. The idea of some impact play interests him, but he doesn't dare go beyond a few hard spanks on your ass. He accidentally beat a boy to death, and he is secretly afraid that if he let himself start to really let go, he could lose control again. That's a risk he will never take with you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

At the beginning of your relationship, he definitely prefers receiving to giving. He will never get tired of seeing you on your knees and telling you you're such a good girl for sucking his cock like a whore. His perfect little whore. However after he really falls for you he discovers he really loves going down on you too. Especially after you tell him how good his mustache feels teasing your cunt. Eventually one of his favorite things to do is have you ride his face. He's gotten addicted to your taste and adores how you shamelessly grind down against his mouth. Using his face to bring yourself pleasure. After a while he finds that it's actually a really good way for him to calm down when he's feeling overwhelmed.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's usually faster and rough. Patience is not his strong suit, and he just gets so excited to be with you that he can't slow himself down. This is obviously beneficial during quickies, but when he actually gets the opportunity to take his time with you in bed, he does try to slow down. To take his time and give you the absolute most pleasure he can. He wants to show you how much he loves you and really make slow, sensual, passionate love to you. Once he makes you cum he feels better about letting himself go faster and frankly sex with Arthur wouldn't be the same if he didn't end up pounding you silly at least for a few minutes each session.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes. Always, yes. Quickies are very much his thing. Especially at his desk in his office. Especially if he's having a rough day. It's a sure-fire way to put him in a better mood. Occasionally, the others in the betting shop will beg for you to go into his office and "distract him" if he's been on a real tear. Although John and Tommy both have a bad habit of walking in on the two of you. You're pretty sure they do it on purpose now. It still has never discouraged Arthur from even a single quickie on his desk, or I'm his chair.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's risky about some things but not others. He will fuck you basically anywhere he wants with no thought to who might walk in or overhear you. Any position you want and he's generally pretty willing to try new stuff if you ask, even though he himself is a pretty simple man. What he won't take risks with is your safety. If there's a chance you could get hurt it isn't happening. Whether that means making you stay home from a party when business might go wrong, or not indulging in some of his darker fantasies because he would never forgive himself if he actually hurt you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Normally, he's good for one full round. Maybe two if he's feeling really good, but he's not a spring chicken. He's not gonna be going all night, but he will make sure to get you there. He will make you cum in one way or another. His preference being he gets you to cum at least once before or at the same time he does. He will also make sure to try and give you some extra attention if he knows he isn't feeling top of his game. Making you ride his face before he fucks you. He knows how hard that makes you cum and takes the pressure off of him if he doesn't last longer later.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Obviously, toys weren't a big thing then. In fact vibrators were only just being invented, and that was as a treatment for hysteria. If toys had been around, though, I do feel like Arthur is the kind of guy who wouldn't be into using them or a fan of them at all, really. He is a big ball of insecurity, and I think he would see a sex toy more as a threat than as an ally. He would feel like it was trying to replace him. If you had one, he would not want you to bring it into your bedroom time together and would probably resent it even being used for your solo time. Perhaps you could talk him into using it on you at some point, but it will not be a regular occurrence, and it would take a lot of begging. He may also "accidentally" break it at least a couple of times if he finds it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man barely has any self-restraint on a good day. He may want to tease you. To be all playful and get you all hot and bothered and needy for him, but he usually just ends up getting himself riled up in the process. You know better than to try to tease him either. Not unless you want to have him on top of you in less than five minutes, and your clothes may not make it out in one piece. You now carry several safety pins in your purse just in case he gets too carried away during an office quickie if you even wear a top with a lower neckline. Knowing so much as bending over his shoulder is sometimes enough to distract him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He groans and growls a lot. In general, the dirty talk starts during foreplay and by the end, he's just making incoherent noises. His dirty talk helps get both of you going, and he'll often start before he even gets you home. It will start with just telling you how pretty you are or how good you are to him. By the time you're walking home, he's whispering how he's getting hard already and how he's gonna have you naked before you even get to the bed. Once you are through the door, the real filth starts. Things like 'gonna fuck that pretty little cunt so good' and at the slightest moan he'll start verbally teasing you. "Oh yeah, love. You like the sound of that, eh? Want my cock nice and deep in you, don't ya?' By the time you are fucking his sentences are significantly shorter, 'fuckin' hell sweetheart. So fuckin' tight.'

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes to role-play that you are a new barmaid hired to work at The Garrison or a dancer at the Eden Club, and you have to ingratiate yourself to him, you new boss, however he decides. This usually leads to you performing some sort of strip tease for him before he has you get on your knees. Sometimes, he wants to watch you touch yourself for him while thinking about him. If you can make yourself cum in the allotted amount of time then maybe you can keep your job. It always ends with him fucking you and saying that if you want to stay on good terms as his employee you have to let him use you however and whenever he wants. It's a role-play that you both quite enjoy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It's fairly average. His length is a little bit over average, but his girth is normal. He feels so good that, frankly, you wouldn't have him any other way. He knows how to use what he has well, and it suits the rest of his body perfectly. He's got a few freckles on his shaft that match the ones peppered across his cheeks and shoulders. His tip flushes a dark pink when he's hard with a nice prominent ridge. He's uncircumcised. He has one nice thick vein that runs along the underside of his cock. You love to trace it with your tongue when you blow him and when he's close you can actually feel it throb.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As mentioned above, he's not exactly a spring chicken anymore, but that doesn't stop him from wanting you all the time. If it were up to him, he would have you in some way at least once every day. Even when he's trying to behave himself, you just do all these things that get his blood pumping and his heart racing. You make him feel like a teenager again. He constantly wants his hands on you in some way, shape, or form. Or he's pulling you into his lap and nuzzling into your shoulder. By default, most of the time, the family doesn't even bother giving you an actual chair to sit in unless it's at dinner. They know Arthur will just pull you out of it anyway to seat you in his lap. What he feels is your perfect place to be.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's generally pretty relaxed after sex and can drift off much more easily than a normal night. He's still a bit of a restless sleeper, though. You chalk that up to nightmares and memories of the war. He also occasionally talks in his sleep. According to Aunt Polly, Tommy used to talk in his sleep, too. Usually, it's mumbled, somewhat incoherent things, but you have had a couple of good long laughs at some of the things he's said. He has repeatedly asked you if you 'wanna fuck?' several times in his sleep. Including once when he followed it up with 'but I've been good today'. You teased him the next several days about whether he was gonna be good today and earn his fuck. He fucking loved it.

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tommy shelby x finn's teacher!reader pt.3 || pt.2 , pt.1

you smoothed your dress for what felt like the millionth time that evening, running your fingers through the orange and golden fabric.

you stood outside the garrison, noise and light filtering from the inside. if one listened closely, a few tipsy men could be heard faintly singing to some even faintier orchestra music. but you were too lost on your thoughts to pay any mind to it. tommy's words reverberated in your head. wednesday evening. it appeared he was throwing quite a party inside the pub. weird, considering it was wednesday, but who were you to judge.

though the sky was darkening and the streetlights emitted very dim light, you glistened against the night. gold jewellery adorned your ears, neck, arms and fingers. you looked radiant. nevertheless, the fact that you were going to be seen only increased the bundle of nerves in your gut.

you tried to remind yourslef that this was just an invitation to a party at tommy shelby's pub, strictly that. it was by no means exclusive. but you knew better than to believe that. though it might come off as insignificant, it incapsulated something more. with thomas shelby it always did. even the most ordinary actions turned intimate and compelling.

after what felt like an eternity to you, you finally gathered the courage to walk the few steps that separated you from the pub and get in at once. a wave of heat washed over you as the temperature rose from inside. the music was louder, delicate and harmonical, with chattering everywhere.

you found yourself contemplating the beautiful ornaments of the garrison that fascinated you so much. the interior lights brought a glimmer to every corner. and then a particular glint caught your attention.

an ocean-colored depth, captured in a pair of piercing eyes, already familiar to you by now. but they didn't fail to draw you in every single time.

he was leaning against the bar, and he didn't even wait for a second to make his way towards you once he saw you.

"y/n" thomas called out as he approached you.

"hey" you greeted, cheeks rosy from the chilly weather. "how've you been? how's everything?"

"not bad, not bad. how 'bout you, things alright?" he replied, cautiously eyeing the way you glittered- beyond your accessories, there was a certain glow in your skin, silkness in your hair. and that dress fitted your figure perfectly.

"everything in order" you smiled, not missing the chance to take a good look at the man who had been plaguing your mind for the past few days. he had always felt like a mystery to you, but now you were looking forward to explore said mystery. "it's quite a party you've got in here"

"thought you'd like it" he said. he rather meant something along the lines of 'i wanted a desperate excuse to see you again', but he kept that to himself.

"i absolutely do. thank you for inviting me, the party looks lovely" you smiled his way, heart fluttering in your chest.

"it was all polly's doing" tommy admitted.

"polly?"

"my aunt" he replied, gesturing with his head to a more private room near the door.

he put his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it softly as a welcome, but guiding you to the secluded room where his family and some of the peaky blinders were in.

he held the door open for you. inside sat two men who you recognized vaguely, arthur and john shelby. there were also a woman, a few men and-

"finn? hi!" you acknowledged your student, sitting at a corner, trying not to frown once you saw the beer in his hand.

the boy's eyes widened, his face flushing lightly.

"miss y/n, hello" he mumbled, too shy to look at you.

"isaiah, take the boys to the cut or somewhere, will ya?" arthur muttered to one of the men, who gave him a nod and took finn away to gather the rest of the younger boys.

"everyone, y/n y/l/n" tommy introduced, hand still on you as he guided you to a seat. "these gentlemen are my brothers, john and arthur; and my aunt, polly gray"

ah, polly gray. you took a careful glance at the elegant, classy lady, who exuded charm. yes, the party seemed proper of her.

"care for a dance?" tommy asked, leaning slightly towards you.

the two of you had exited the room a while ago, mingling with other people and enjoying some drinks.

you gaped at him for a moment, suddenly breathless and at a loss of words. you knew everybody would be watching, but your concerns went further than that. wasn't all this going too quickly? but also, weren't you enjoying every last bit of this?

"oh, i'm not sure, tommy, i-" you stuttered, trying to excuse your way out of it. though you had done your best to hide it, you had no clue on how to dance. "i don't dance..."

" 's okay" he reassured, a smile on his lips. "follow my lead, eh? you'll be alright."

you tried to refuse again, but tommy had already grasped your hand, gentle but firm, and was dragging you to where the people were mingling, dancing and enjoying themselves.

he didn't let go of your hand, placing it on his shoulder instead and putting his hand on your lower back, bringing you closer. his other hand clasped yours and rose it, as a slower piece began to play.

"just back and forth. easy, eh?" he guided your every step carefully, making sure you got how it went before falling into a rhythm.

you occupied your mind with keeping up with his steps, focusing on the music, avoiding instead thinking about the softness of his hand on the small of your back, about how you were so close you could see the freckles on his skin.

you soon got enhanced by the man dancing with you. the expensive cologne, the way he smiled down at you as encouragement, his finger rubbing circles faintly over the back of your hand. it all wrapped around you dreamily.

as the music came to an end, you met his gaze. maybe you shouldn't have, because you weren't able to look away. because, reflected on the captivating blue, were mirrored the same feelings your eyes spoke for you. and he realized that too.

without wasting any further second, he dragged you away from the people, exiting through the back door of the pub, taking you to another room, this one empty of people, poorly decorated.

you immediatly found yourself in tommy's arms again, fingers travelling his body as he leaned even closer.

you stayed like that for some instants, a silent allure settling down over you. his hands on your waist, yor hand on his cheek. taking in the other's presence, as if you were going to disappear at any second.

your mind was racing with worries. how even had you ended up in this situation?

"tommy, i-" you bit your lip, trying to find the words. "should we-"

suddenly his face was inches away from yours, noses brushing, breath fanning over the other's lips. the sudden closeness- even more than it had been before- left you wordless, and any doubt you still carried dissipated.

he said your name in no more than a whisper, as if asking for permission. you corresponded with an impatient nod, your hand upon his cheek caressing it slightly.

tommy's lips captured yours in a gentle and lasting kiss. the contact was delicate, his mouth careful on yours in a way you'd have never exoected of him. his grip on your waist tightened, drawing you closer as the kiss deepened, slow but steady, as if you were savouring every moment.

his silky touch surprised tommy himself; he felt like he wanted to treasure you, keep you with him, too scared to let go. as the kiss fell into a more passionate pattern, he became aware of how fast his heart was beating, hammering in his chest at the scent of your hair, the sound of your erratic breathing. x

your hands found the collar of his shirt and grasped it adamantly, needily almost. your lips danced now to a perfect symphony. he tasted like whisky and cigarettes, and right now it felt like a banquet to you.

tommy broke the kiss for a mere second, face still close, just to admire how the dim lights traced your features, how your lipstick was faintly smeared, how your eyes fluttered open, how your breathing became needful in his abscence.

not being able to hold back longer, you pulled him into a kiss again, a much more heated one, and he complied, more than satisfied with the sight.

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creativepawsworld · 4 months

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Silence - Chapter 54

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = Ana is in labour. Will Tommy return in time for the birth of his child? Will John have to step up and deliver his future niece or nephew?

Warnings = Language...Grammar...Virginity losing mentioned...Alcohol consumption... Prostitution mentioned...Child Birth...

Word Count = 1,874

Note = I know it's dragging and I am so sorry. Hoping to get back in the swing now. Guess am nervous to write after leaving it so long. I liked this chapter as it shows the relationship between John and Ana and I think that's adorable personally. I'm also a C-Section mum who never experienced labour pains so I tried!

“That’s impossible it’s too early John,” I hissed hearing the words he said to Arthur who was still sitting on top of the table confused, by the request. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand and, a glass in the other.

“I’ve seen the signs, Ana, I am a father myself. Arthur go now and find Esme too” John demands getting up and walking towards me. He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, rubbing it softly in support. “How are you feeling? Is it like a tightening?” He asked softly, a gentle look on his face.

“More like a pressure” I exhale slowly, trying to stand up straight. I was getting nervous, and scared. Not only was it too early but Tommy was nowhere to be found and there was no way I was having this baby unless I knew where Tommy was. I heard a rustling, noticing Arthur's back as he left through the green doors in search of the women of the Shelby family.

“Do you feel like you have to push?” John asked rubbing my shoulders, his voice easy and kind. I knew it was to help me relax but that wasn’t happening right now. I was in no way ready to relax or to have this baby.

“I…I don’t know” I whispered, my hand resting just on the under part of my bump. "I mean maybe, the pressure is all pushing down on me"

“Alright, come on into the house, we need a bed for this” John nodded ushering me back towards the green double doors Arthur had just left through and into the Shelby dining room. But we didn’t stop there. He walked slowly with me through the house, speaking calmly as we made our way up the stairs and into Tommy’s old bedroom.

The green wallpaper and single bed caused memories of the night I lost my virginity to the man I had fallen head over heels in love with in this bedroom to enter my mind. The memory brought a happy, calming feeling to take over but it only lasted a few moments before another contraction hit.

“Now I’ll be honest Ana I haven’t a clue what I am to do now” John chuckled unsure, scratching the back of his head, a nervous look on his face. “But just lay back on the bed, breathe and try to relax”

“I can’t relax, Tommy is missing. How can I relax?” I asked glaring at him as I rubbed my bump. I sat down on the bed, ignoring his advice to lie down. “Where is he, John? The mission was a success. Campbell is dead, no one could have possibly told on him. Where is he? Where did he go?”

“I wish I knew Ana. But we have men out looking for him, I promise we will find him and he will be back in time to meet this new little Shelby” John tried to assure me with a nervous smile on his face.

“And if he is not?”

“We are not going to think of that now, are we? No” John raised an eyebrow looking around Tommy’s old bedroom. It was clear he was uncomfortable being in this situation but he knew he couldn’t leave. If he was right and I was in labour, I couldn’t be left alone. Not when I was this vulnerable.

“John, I’m scared” I confessed my true feelings as I rubbed my stomach, grimacing at the tightening feeling I had every so often.

“Nothing to be scared of, this is exciting. We were successful at the Derby and now we have a new family member to welcome. It's a good day for the Shelby family,” John tried to put a positive spin on the situation, sitting next to me and taking my hand into his. “I know it's hard, but I remember Polly telling me how dangerous stress is to a baby so please Ana, for my little niece or nephew…”

“I know, I know” I nodded squeezing his hand as I tried to relax.

“You know, I almost married Lizzie” John chuckled looking over at me with his blue eyes. They were not as blue as Tommy’s but they were still pretty. Full of life. Full of mischief.

“Lizzie Stark?” I asked furrowing my eyebrows and looking over at him.

“Yeah, Lizzie Stark. Asked her and she accepted and all” John nodded “I wanted a mother for my kids. They were running rings around me. Out in the street without shoes, chasing off nanny after nanny. I couldn’t keep up. I believed a mother would see them right,”

“What happened?”

“Well as you know she was a woman of a particular career choice. She serviced shall I say Tommy and myself. I thought she would do, she was a woman, she gave me bloody good orgasms and she said yes” John chuckled. I couldn’t help but grimace as he mentioned the pleasure he received from her.

“I told the family and they fucking laughed at me. Belly laughs but ultimately they were right” John sighed “Tommy did a test with her. She promised to change her ways but she lied. She was willing to service Tommy one more time even though she said yes to me… She also had other men she was keeping on, I felt like a fool” John looked over at me, squeezing my hand. “You weren’t an option at this point by the way. I don’t think you were anyway. Tommy hadn’t got his claws into you yet”

John’s words made me laugh, his story keeping me occupied as I listened to his words carefully. I didn’t know John was once engaged to Lizzie, I knew she had serviced both brothers but I didn't know she almost married one, that was new.

“I sat on this bed with our Tommy after finding out the truth. Realising Lizzie wouldn’t change,” John chuckled pointing at the chest of drawers near the bed. “He had a pipe there and I got so fucking high to deal with the pain. Not because of Lizzie’s betrayal, I suppose part of me expected that but for the loss of my wife. For the fact my kids were growing up without a mother and I had no control”

“Oh John,” I whispered squeezing his hand. My grip getting tighter as a contradiction rippled through my abdomen.

“Tommy was such a hard ass as you know, he came in gun drawn thinking I was some fucking, some fucking nobody I don’t know. He sat next to me, like I am with you now and we talked about our younger selves. Making jokes, connecting like we used to. He talked about our grandfather, now our grandfather was a right ole stingy git, worked every day of his life but not for honest money. He swindled and stole, apples don’t fall far from a tree you know. Tommy put on the voice he did when we were kids, imitating him, our grandfather,”

“But the reality was we weren’t kids anymore. Not anymore. And that hit hard that night. But that night he promised, our Tommy promised that we’d always look after each other, no matter what. And I want to make that promise with you to Ana” John turned looking at me directly in my eyes, holding my hand “No matter what happens, we have your back, you hear me?”

John’s words had me feeling emotional as I nodded looking at him. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I had lost James but had gained a brother with John and Arthur. A sister with Ada. I had lost my best friend but appeared to have gained three more.

“I know your memories of this bedroom are much, much different than mine” John nudged trying to lighten the conversation once he noticed I was getting emotional. “Eh, eh” He teased playfully causing me to blush. He wanted me to be laughing and smiling, not upset or stressed.

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John and I remained in the room for the next hour, Arthur had yet to return with either Polly or Esme. I could tell John was beginning to panic at the idea of having to deliver the baby himself, he even considered taking me to the hospital which I refused. I wanted to be here in case Tommy returned. This is where he would go I just knew it.

The contractions were coming thick and they were coming fast. I was in a lot of pain, sweat had covered my forehead. John tried to cool me down with a wet cloth dabbing it along my head, face and neck as he told me stories from his childhood in hopes of distracting me and making me feel better. But the reality was quicker starting to set in. If Polly didn't arrive soon, John would be delivering this baby.

The contractions were coming quicker, almost every few minutes. I could see by John's reaction he was about to pass out. But he held his nerve well. Feeling the need to push, I knew I had to remove my underwear, John closed his eyes as I lay back legs spread, he was preparing himself to look when Polly came rushing through the door.

“GET OUT” She yelled, John not having to be told twice fled from the room no doubt going to sink an entire bottle of the finest whiskey. I believe that may have been the longest hour and a half of his life. “You okay love? How fast are they coming?”

“Too fast Polly, god it hurts” I groaned, Polly removed my underwear. Checking between my legs to get a good look at whether or not the baby was ready to be delivered. As she was checking, the door opened once again and Esme walked in with a small smile.

“A new baby eh?” She smiled coming over to hold my hand.

“Esme I need towels and boiling water now” Polly demanded rubbing my legs. Esme nodded leaving the room to get everything that was needed to deliver the newest member of her family.

“Tommy? Is Tommy here?” I asked breathing heavily, glancing down at Polly who made eye contact between my legs.

“Don’t be worrying about that right now you need to be worried about welcoming the newest Shelby” Polly smiled continuing to rub my legs. “You're very close my dear, very close indeed”

The next few hours passed in a blur. Polly was between my legs, and Esme was at my head coaxing me through it. The breathing, my screaming, the pain, both women were honestly a godsend. After what felt like an eternity, a baby’s cry was heard echoing off the walls of the room.

I had tears of joy and relief spilling from my eyes as I tried to sit up and take a peek. I didn’t have to wait long as Polly brought a baby wrapped in a towel towards me, resting the newborn on my chest. Looking down I noticed a tiny little head, with a mop of dark hair and bright blue watery eyes as they cried softly, looking for food.

“Congratulations Mama, it’s a beautiful baby girl”

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The Shelby Brothers with an S/O that has a thick Scottish accent.

TW: cannon typical violence :D

NO GENDER SPECIFIED

B/T = body type

F/C = favourite colour

H/C = hair colour

*Thomas Shelby*

You where probably in the pub drunk telling people stories from your journey up in Scotland or about the folk lore.

Let's just say when Thomas walked in most people whent silent but a little group in the corner including you. You cought his eye almost instantly with your thick accent and your stunning B/T, he kept his stone cold face walking up to you. He introduces himself because you were clearly new around Birmingham, as he does so he offers you a drink as a get to know him gift. You end up taking to eachother for almost the hole night.

Latter on in the week when he sees you at the pub he offers to take you out for the day. Overall he seems un bothered by your accent and where you have come from.

*Arthur Shelby*

You walked into the pub to get a drink. Arthur was serving drinks to people behind the bar, you walked up and asked for something to drink

Arthur looked at you blank faced for a minute. 'what?!' he's shocked some one had come into his pub with a thick accent to order a drink. He would definitely try to flirt with you, he dose find your accent attractive thought so that's got to count for something right?

Whenever Arthur gets angry you are normally able to calm him down with your voice, he finds your voice very suthing and relaxing so he might try to find you after a stressful day to relax and see how your day has been. Overall he finds your voice relaxing.

*John Shelby*

How on earth did you meet this man, and how did you get that drunk and have enough balls to talk to him, the first thing he noticed was you accent and complimented you on it he offered to buy you a cupple of drinks.

He then agreed to meet up once every week and you would take it in turns to buy drinks. Overall he loves to hear you speak and loves to hear you talk about Scotland.

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Whiskey Kisses

(John Shelby x Reader)

Summary: John and You have been dating a few months now, and one day he finally asks what he's wanted to for a bit. See, the whole while you've dated he can't remember a single time seeing you drink, even when at the Garrison. And when he asks, he learns about your own personal concerns and concocts a way to help you overcome your fears... Maybe he'll also get the kiss he's been waiting for....

A/N: Hi y'all! Aside from usual Peaky language and drinking I can't think of any TW's. I will say the plot follows a reader who doesn't really drink and has anxieties about it but nothing super strong I guess. I think I wrote based off my own anxieties about it lol😅 But yeah, this was written purely for the end scene and I've been trying to figure out how I wanted if for months b/c I've never written a scene like it! Enjoy❤️

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You'd only been dating John Shelby for few months, but those months were some of the most brilliant you'd ever had.

For as rough around the edges as John was, he could be surprisingly thoughtful and romantic when he wanted to be. Of course he was still brash and had a tendency to run head first in to trouble as loud as train whistle, but his family had noticed how you seemed to bring a calm to him they hadn't seen since Martha passed. That didn't mean that you were exactly like the late Mrs.Shelby or that they consistently compared you to her in their heads. No, in fact the two of you were very different, but the somehow both of you have been the perfect for John in your own way. And Polly wouldn't say it aloud, but she often thought if Martha was still around you and her would have gotten on like a house fire even if John wasn't in the mix.

But enough of that for now back to to present! Almost.

You and John's relationship seems to run pretty smoothly, like two peas in a pod. Of course you occasionally disagreed, but so did all couples. Mostly it was over John doing something a little too brash and possible getting hurt. Even those agreements however didn't last long and usually within a few hours one would be at the others door to apologize or try and come to a different agreement.

And you two would regularly have dates together sometimes taking John's kid's along as well. In the beginning, they had joined the pair of you more regularly as a way to buffer the still slightly unsure nervousness you both held. It was easier to connect when you could claim to do things as group rather than one on one. At least that's the way it was for you in the beginning. John knew from the first day he met you he wouldn't have minded taking you anywhere alone for any type of date. But you seemed more at easy when you say the outings were also a way to play with his kids too, so he didn't say anything. He didn't mind either because being with you also seemed to bring a peace to his kids too and it seemed things in his house went more smoothly when you were around. Heck there were even a few times when you'd offered to take the kids out without him so he could spent time with his siblings. No he didn't mind letting you take the lead with how things went at all. Not when they seemed to work so well. Though there was one thing that hadn't happened yet he wished he could speed up...

Despite being together for a bit now you two hadn't actually kissed yet.

Yes, there were pecks on the cheeks and John always felt himself feeling particularly warmon nights you sat on his lap in the Garrison or on his couch with your lips pressed almost mindlessly against the side of his head while you listened to those around you talk. Those were the kisses where it was like all you wanted to do was feel him but your hands were already too busy trapped between his arms or rearranging his cards to your own liking. Then nothing compared to when the two of you did go on dates without the kids finally and he could make all the cheeky (sexual) comments he tried to avoid around the kids still. Those where the times he could pull you close and flirt quietly while lightly kissing your throat, smiling at the soft noises and giggles you made. And yes there had also been plenty of times when he'd walk up behind you wrapping his arms around you waist and press kisses into the back of your neck. These often happened when he was being told off by his brothers or aunt. It was as if he used the affection as away to hide behind you.

After all Polly loved you and even Tommy would admit he enjoyed your company too, so John knew he was less likely to get scolded in your presence. There were times when the Shelby family would come together, and hours later when the rest of them were still dancing and drinking, you and Tommy could be found sitting side by side watching them, rarely speaking except to make a comment on who was doing a dumb dance move for who would likely be fucking who that night. You'd go shopping on weekends with Ada and spent hours helping Finn learn to read since his teacher didn't seem to be any help. Even Arthur adored you. When the children wanted a story it was often the two of you switching back and forth between voices telling the tales. It was safe to say that the family quickly grew to love you as much as you loved them.

But John still wished you'd get to the good kissing part a bit sooner. Occasionally, there times you'd gotten very close later at night, as he dropped you off at your door or when he decided you'd had a "good spot to share" when playing hide and seek with the kids. But every time the pair of you'd been interrupted by one thing or another. One time you had been so close he could practically feel your breath on his lips, but then fucking Uncle Charlie literally grabbed John by the ear as he ran down the street towards an emergency at the stables, needing his help. John did actually try to yell at him that time, but a quick wack on the back of John's head was enough to remind him who he was talking to.

And don't get him wrong John didn't mind that you wanted to take things slower.... that much... usually.

...

Alright. John actually did mind a great deal. If he'd had his choice of pace you likely would have been married and up the duff a month ago, but again he's always been one to take life a little faster. But he also really liked you and decided for once to listen to his siblings advice to let you set the pace. And it wasn't that you didn't want to go faster with John either, but numerous past relationships had damped your spirits before and you were nervous to try again. And for as stubborn for his own desires as John was, for you, he guessed he could try. After all basically everything else was going great. And if was great he supposed he could wait.

That didn't mean he wouldn't push his luck at times though. And though he didn't just it yet this was one of those times.

See another thing you didn't do with John was drink. Sure he'd ask if you wanted anything and many days ended with you sitting on his lap in the Garrison, but you'd never seemed to have a drink of your own. Or at least one that wasn't water or soda. Arthur may not have admitted it but you were likely the reason there was always a case of two of orange fizzy soda in the back room. He claimed he liked to mix it with his gin for more flavour, but everyone knew that was bullshit.

Finally one day John decided to confront you about it. It was just the two of you walking down the street after meeting at a small sandwich shop for lunch. On your walk back to work he'd asked if you wanted to jump into the Garrison for a quick drink. After all John himself had no aversion to alcohol what so ever, and there was always an added bonus of showing you off. But you'd simply smiled and shook your head telling him you were alright, but if he wanted one you'd go in with him. And John usually wouldn't mind this agreement either, but today he came up with an idea that he needed to ask. May that would explain why you hadn't kissed him yet.

"Oi, Are you allergic to alcohol?"

"What?"

"Why don't you ever wanna get a drink with me ehh? You'll always come with me, but you never actually drink anything? Is it because ya allergic to it? Like if ya drink it your face is gonna swell or rash up?," He wanted to ask if that why you hadn't kissed him yet, but held back. Would the feeling of his lips on your literally kill you? Because that wouldn't do at all. John was sure by now he loved you, but giving up drink for you would definitely be a challenge.

Caught off guard by the sudden interrogation, you couldn't help but laugh. Then smiling nervously down at your shoes you scratched the back of your head thinking of what to say. It was quite for a few moments, John looking at you and you still looking down before you answered. And even though you had looked back up at him with a smile he could see the nervousness in you eyes as you spoke honestly.

"I ain't allergic to anything except pollen. I don't drink because I dispise the taste of most alcohols. I have yet to find one I've enjoyed throughly. I've come closest to wines at mine or my friends houses, but even those leave a taste in my mouth I'm not fond of," and Y/N took a pause to catch her breath before continuing, "Besides, no matter if you approve of alcohol or not, you have to admit it does fuck with the senses after a while. And I just haven't met any one I'm close enough with to go out to a bar to try new stuff with and not be too nervous to drink. You know how pubs are. You don't know half the people there. Someone will stab you in the back when you're sober. Think of all the things they can do when I can't run straight. And John. People LIKE me usually. I can't imagine how dangerous it would be if I was an ass. I probably wouldn't even be able to drink in my own house. Someone ma..."

"That's ahright love. I get your point. Can I ask another question though?" Many in Small Heath would find it surprising but, John Shelby did use his brain and logic sometimes. And now he thought he was able to pick out the real reason why Y/N didn't drink. "Is it because of the taste ya don't drink or because you're scared what may happen to ya if you do?"

".....I really haven't found one drink that I enjoy, but I guess you could say I'm too scared of what could happen to actively look for more. I don't know John. I mean, I promise I trust you and your family and all. And I really do think the Garrison is a nice pub, I just can't ever get it out of my head what could happen if I drink too much accidentally. Or if I get to much to get home right. I think I've read too many true crime stories in the paper," she finished with a joke trying to play off her fear again.

After all, most of the Shelby's drank whiskey like others drink water or tea. Hell, you'd even have talk with Tommy about his interest in opening a distillery one day. For someone who didn't drink alcohol you were fascinated with the process of how different types could be made. You'd once tried to make your own moonshine distillery when you were a teenager with your Grandad just to see how it would work. It almost did but then your nosey aunt found out and shut it down. But when it came to actually trying the concoctions you couldn't bring yourself to do more than a sip. It just never tasted like something you'd want in your mouth again. And considering your fears, you were fine with that. And most of your friends were fine with that too because it meant they have someone to drive whenever y'all went out.

John was quiet for a moment and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. You waited for his response slightly nervous because even when you knew deep down he'd be alright with it, if he wasn't it, wouldn't be the first time a man got pissy because you wouldn't drink with him. But those were the men you tried to avoid anyway, but they still sacred you, and John didn't seem like that at all. Then he looked up at you with a smile. Grabbing you hand and continuing down the street with you.

"Alrighty then love, I guess that's that. Thanks for telling me. And I promise to beat any man who tries to hurt ya or make fun of ya for it yeah?" John proudly boasted, pulling you closer to him with his arm around your waist.

So yes, maybe there was a small part of him that was slightly hurt that you weren't sure if you were comfortable enough drinking around him, but hearing your fears he could get over that. And as you said it wasn't him you were scared to drink with, rather it was in a place you couldn't control with strangers you didn't know. And since you didn't like what you couldn't control, you choose to stick with what you knew was safe. Even if safe mean water, orange sodas, and tea. Despite how he usually lived his life John wasn't gonna blame you for wanting a little safety in yours.

After dropping you back off at your work with a flirty comment and a kiss on the cheek, John headed back to the betting shop. But the whole time he went he couldn't get your words out of his head. So you were scared because you didn't trust the other people and were scared because you wanted to try new things in a place you knew was safe if something happened. Alrighty then love. John's smile grew as he made it to the door of the shop. He might just be on the way to fixing that.

"Oi ARTHUR! Give me your fuckin' keys to the pub fore ya head to London next weekend or I'm gonna tell Polly where you really lost your virginity! That's gonna be a really painful fuckin' ride for you if ya don't, ain't it!"

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It was almost two weeks after your conversation with John when you were going on a date again. A 'just the two of you' date as well, since Arthur had driven Polly down to London to see Ada. Tommy had been semi-blackmailed into watching the five youngest Shelbys that night. An event which would likely end with Finn leading a small rebellion of his nieces and nephews until whatever animal they stole from Charlie's yard would be allowed to sleep in the living room with them tonight. One that would also likely end in at least two small children crying because Tommy wouldn't let them cook the animal in the fire place for dinner, like they did when camping...again.

No, tonight would be just Y/N and John, and as you stood on his steps waiting for him to open the door you wondered what the night would hold. Usually John would take it upon himself to pick you up and drop you off. But tonight he'd asked if you could meet him at his home. And it was already so late, you knew you'd both had an early dinner so you were curious. Soon enough though John opened the door with a smile, holding out his hand to pull you inside.

"Right well don't you look fucking pretty eh love? All dressed up and here I'm am about to tell you we're staying in tonight."

"Oh? I thought you said you wanted to show me something?"

Pulling you further into the house John nodded as he lead you down the hallway stepping over toys to the living room.

"That's true yeah but what I wanna show you is here," John stopped just outside the room, but the door was closed so you couldn't see inside. Carefully grabbing both of you hands and facing you towards himself John continued, "Before I go on I want you to know that we absolutely don't gotta do none of this tonight or ever if you don't wanna. But I thought to myself what you said the other day about drinking and all that and thought maybe I could help yeah? So I just gotta ask: is that alright? Will you let me get you a drink, eh love?"

Even though you remembered the conversation from before, you were still slightly confused where he was going with it. After all, you said you didn't think you'd have a problem maybe trying a drink with him, you just were scared to around strangers in a pub, and there wasn't anything you'd liked so it nerves seemed to worth it to spend the money. But still you trusted him so you decide to try something new. With him.

"I think that may be alright John but I'm still a little confused. If you wanted me to have a drink with you shouldn't we have met at the Garrison and be in the Snug? I don't even think it's open tonight. I passed by it on the way here and it didn't even look open? I don't think it's even been closed on a Sunday before? Did something happen? Is Harry okay?"

John felt his chest warm at that. Before because you'd admitted you trusted him, and again because he adores how you noticed and wanted to make sure things were alright. Though he knew you truthfully didn't care much for his work, you still tried to keep track of everyone's well being, and if the other blinders didn't know you were absolutely off limits (thanks Polly) you'd of had at least three proposals already. He was also practically bouncing now because you'd said yes. In truth if you hadn't it would have been a lot of work to waste, so it was a good thing you'd trusted him.

"Don't worry your head Doll, everything's absolutely fucking golden. Harry's gotten the night off and the Garrison's locked because as far I'm concerned, the only place we're drinking tonight is," pulling his hands back from yours, John turned to open the double doors. He spun around arms with open with a grin on his face, revealing his plan, "Le Pub La Johnny!"

You couldn't help but laugh the absolutely awful French accent (and French) he'd attempted before your eyes widened as you took in the living room before you. Living room was barely what it could be called now, as about half of the tables and shelves in the room were covered in bottles of alcohol. There were groups of them sitting in books and even a few by the fire place in a box. Towards the far wall there was also a blank chalk board that looked suspiciously like the ones in the betting shop. Looking back towards the hallway once it made sense which all the kids toys were scattered along there. There wasn't room for them in the living space. You also noticed what looked to be a pitcher of water sat next to four empty glasses on the table, but given the rest of the drinks it could very well be pure vodka.

"John.... Did you rob a liquor store?"

"Nope! All this stuff is from the Garrison. See I figured if you didn't like drinking around people ya didn't know it may be better to do it round someone ya do. That being me. And since you said you were nervous about doing it at a pub, I set up shop here seeing as you've mention you like it here and it's like safe and whatnot. And because you don't know what ya like yet I just grabbed everything. You can try as little or as much as ya want of any of it. There's water on the table there if you wanna wash out you mouth. We've got beer, whiskey, and even a bottle of moonshine somewhere. There's no wine because no one buys it at the pub, but I grabbed the kids' old grape juice and we can pour some rum into it, it may taste the same. Just don't tell Solomons we used his shit...hell actually the juice may improve that crap. I also grabbed a board from the betting shop so you could like write out what you tried and do one of those little rating charts you like so much to organize it all. And I promise I'll only drink as much as ya tonight so you don't have to worry about me getting to much or doing anything. I mean I'd never do anything anyways, but ya know, tonight's a team job, eh Love. We're not gonna stop until we find your tipsy fix.... or until you're done with it all. What'd ya think?"

You stared at him for a moment before practically crashing into him as you tightly wrapped you arms around him, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek. If you'd had a worse day you may have cried from the thoughtful act.

"John Shelby I think that this is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. No one else has ever tried to do anything like this, most of them are fine with me not drinking because it means they can do whatever they want when we go out. But this is just...I... John Shelby you are fucking brilliant!"

"I suppose I am pretty fucking smart aren't I Love? There isn't just air in this thick skull of mine I promise."

Once again, John grabbed your hands pulling you over to the couch, the sound of your shoes and his bare feet (because he refused to wear shoes in his house) could be heard against the hard wood.

"So any idea where I should begin?"

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An hour and a half later you'd tried about twenty different bottles, but none of them warranted more than a sip or tip of the finger from you. John, bless his heart, had given up on his "team job" ideal after the seventh time you dipped the tip your finger in a glass only to scrunch you nose up and pour the drink into his own.

Quickly his glass had begun to fill up with the small capfuls you'd disregarded, and his glass was a mix of who knows what. There was German beer, Italian Negroni, American Bourbon, and even Scottish Whiskey. However, none of it seems to fit your desires. The board had quickly been filed up with ratings bases on the first taste of the drink to the after taste, how good it smelled, how much it cost (if you did happen like it), and even how pretty the color or bottle was.

There was no order to your choices, you just decided to choose what caught you eye. And each time John would start talking about you choice and giving his opinions on it. According to him the beer you thought tasted like "milky goat piss" was only for when you were celebrating with someone you didn't like, while the gin that wasn't sweet enough for you was better when mixed with lime juice. And let's not forget the rum.

Much to John's horror the only thing you'd come close to enjoying was the grape juice and rum concoction he'd mixed half as a joke, and half because he like destroying something Alfie made. But apparently the sweetness of the grape juice had been almost enough to cut out the after taste of the drink. You'd even gone as far to ask him to pour some more of it.

"What wrong Darling? Are we out of rum? Maybe we should call Alfie and see if he has more."

"Christ woman. If I didn't know better I'd say you were actually trying to kill me now. Are you sure ya ain't working for the enemy?"

"Unless you consider the enemy to be a 68 year old man who's pocket square always matches his wife's dress, I'd have to say no Johnny dear."

"Can never be too sure Love, maybe the matching clothing is a symbol for the organization of their devious plans or some stuff."

The big thing though, was even if you hadn't found a favorite drink you two were having fun. Over the course of time you'd move closer together on the couch and your legs were now draped over his, as your head leaned against his shoulder while he told a story about the time teenage Tommy got his ass beat by Pol for letting Ada try a sip of his beer. It wasn't physically the closest you'd ever been. No, that was probably the times when he'd corralled you into his small bed to rest against him "sleeping" in an effort to convince his youngest daughter that EVERYONE was ready for nap time and maybe they should all take a break from the four hour game of chase. But this time definitely felt more intimate than the others.

"Hey John what about that one? Can I try it," you'd questioned pointing to a clear bottle filled with a pretty red liquid. Reaching forward John grabbed the bottle.

"Oh I don't know if you'd like that one love. It's absinthe."

"Absinthe? But isn't that suppose to be green?"

"Yeah it's usually green or clear, but I think one or two fellas make it red. Suppose to be more flowery or some shit like that, but don't see the point of ruining a good drink by sticking a few flower petals in it."

Looking at the bottle you thought for a moment.

"John, I think I wanna try that one next. After all, I like flowers. Maybe it'll taste as pretty as they smell."

John down looked at you slightly hesitating for the time tonight, "Are you sure love? I really don't think you'd like this one. Maybe we could try mixing apple juice into the rum this time."

Sitting up you, kissed his shoulder once and pulled away from him, and gently taking the bottle from his warm hands. Then putting your glass on the table, you poured a small ounce out of the bottle and nodded firmly, reassuring yourself of your decision.

"Yep I think I'm sure. I've gone this whole night without taking a full sip of anything. And John you're right, nothing bad has happen yet so why not go for it. Besides it's just one sip right? Maybe I have been overthinking it this whole time and it really won't be that bad. I'll just throw it back and that will be that."

John was a bit stuck, because on one hand he was absolutely positive you'd hate the drink, but on the other he could see you seemed to finally be comfortable trying a drink. And since that was the whole point of tonight's date, he decided to put as much trust in you as you had him.

"Fucking go for it then pretty girl, you'll do great."

....Wrong

You did in-fact not do great. Not in the slightest.

As soon as you poured the red drink in your mouth you'd turn to him proudly and placed your empty cup upside down on the table like you'd seen him and his older brothers do before.

But only a split second after that your face changed and John could tell you regretted everything. Your nose scrunched up in way John found adorable and he could tell you hadn't swallowed it yet.

"If you don't like it Love you can spit it out."

"Uh umm!"

Stubbornly you shook your head wanting to be able to say you took one shot tonight, but you just couldn't. You should have listened to John probably, but it was too late now. John had bitten back his laughter now. Your arms were crossed and if you could open your mouth you probably would have stuck your tongue out at him.

"Love, it's really alright, I won't judge you, come on, you didn't make that face when you tried the the rum and Christ knows that stuff is bad."

"Uh umm!"

"Y/N if you spit it out right now I'll get the chocolate bourbon out."

Chocolate? And Alcohol? Why didn't he start with that? Deal.

Quickly you reached over to the table but then the awful happened and you accidentally knocked your glass across the table to the carpet on the other side. Wide eyed you turned to John. His glass was too full for anything else in it and there weren't any sinks close by. On top of that the Absinthe was really starting to burn your mouth and you were sure within a few minutes all your taste buds would be dead. John actually did laugh this time at your situation. After all he did warn you.

"Just spit it out love."

Narrowing you eyes and motioning to the lack of cups or sinks near by, you waved you arms in protest. You couldn't just spit it out in his floor after all! It didn't matter what else had been on there! Suddenly John had an idea.

"Love do you trust me?"

"Muuuu?"

"Do trust me?"

Nodding you head yes you weren't really paying attention, just looking for a place to spit out the drink. Luckily for the both you John had found one.

Reaching forward, John grabbed you and did the one thing he'd been waiting months to do.

He put his lips on yours.

Biting your bottom lip gently so you'd open your mouth more, he pulled you farther on him and leaned back on the couch. He was effectively drinking the absinthe from your mouth and as the shock wore off you found yourself enjoying the kiss and pushing it deeper, letting soft noises out of your mouth. When you did John only groaned and pulled you closer.

Moments passed as neither of you wanted to end the kiss and your hands moved upwards, one running along the back of his hair and the other tightly gripping his collar. One of his hands was holding one of your thighs while the other was running up and down the small of your back. You didn't know where he learned to kiss like this but it felt like something out of the romance novels you read as a teen that your aunt would have condemned you for buying. Everything felt warm and it wasn't just because of the minuscule amount of alcohol you'd had.

Eventually you both needed air and pulled your heads back from each other. Neither of you said anything for a while, only looking at the other's breathless face with smiles that began to grow.

"John?"

"Yeah Love?"

"Grab the rum and grape juice, we're doing that again."

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denimbex1986 · 10 months

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'Since his breakthrough performance in Danny Boyle’s 28 Days Later over two decades ago, Cillian Murphy has become one of the biggest names in acting. Later, Murphy honed his skills with an iconic performance as Tommy Shelby in Peaky Blinders and a series of collaborations with beloved director Christopher Nolan. After appearing in The Dark Knight, Inception, and Dunkirk, he now takes on the starring role of the eponymous Oppenheimer in one of the most anticipated films of the year.

Alongside the Irish actor’s love for cinema, he also harbours a passion for music. In his youth, Murphy sang and played guitar in bands, even meeting his wife at one of his gigs in the mid-1990s. His most promising band was The Sons of Mr Green Genes, named after the Frank Zappa song, which featured Murphy and his brother Páidi. Acid Jazz Records even contacted the duo to offer them a deal, but they declined.

Though Murphy’s gigging days are behind him, music remains a huge part of the actor’s life. During an interview with the Sunday Independent Life Magazine, he stated: “The only extravagant thing about my lifestyle is my stereo system, buying music and going to gigs.” He still plays and writes alone and with friends and was even featured on a recent single by The Coral.

Expectedly, for someone so well-versed in music, Murphy’s taste is varied. Though he presents on the alternative station BBC Radio 6, his taste stretches beyond dad rock. From the early synth-pop of Christine and the Queens to fellow Irish performer Van Morrison, Murphy has littered his interviews and radio shows with wide-spanning music recommendations. We’ve collated a number of tracks he’s shared his love for throughout the years.

Murphy once awarded the title of his favourite band to Radiohead, naming ‘No Surprises’ as the song he wishes he’d written in an interview with NME. He states: “I think they’re the biggest band, who became the biggest band in the world without wanting to be the biggest band in the world. They’re probably my favourite band.”

Murphy also once noted his love for the contemporary Irish band Fontaines D.C. On one of his shows for the BBC, he stated, “I’ve been playing a lot of Irish music, but I am Irish, and there is a great explosion of new Irish music!” He names ‘Liberty Belle’ as one of his favourite tracks from their 2019 debut album Dogrel, but adds, “Every single tune, they’re relentlessly themselves.”

Murphy also shared his love for rapper Kendrick Lamar, noting that DAMN was the first album his 11-year-old son ever purchased. Murphy’s own was The Final Countdown by Europe: “I’m not ashamed of it; it’s a great riff. But Kendrick Lamar… Look, I think he tips it.”

Ranging from Beatles classics to contemporary rap and 2000s indie, check out our collated list of Oppenheimer star Cillian Murphy’s favourite songs below.

Cillian Murphy’s favourite songs:

Christine and the Queens – ‘Tilted’ Elbow – ‘Fly Boy Blue / Lunette’ Europe – ‘The Final Countdown’ Fleetwood Mac – ‘Man of the World’ Fontaines D.C. – ‘Liberty Belle’ Jackson C. Frank – ‘Blues Run the Game’ John Lennon – ‘God’ Kendrick Lamar – ‘YAH’ Low – ‘Always Trying to Work It Out’ Marvin Pontiac – ‘Small Car’ Massive Attack – ‘Hymn of the Big Wheel’ Paul McCartney – ‘Maybe I’m Amazed’ Radiohead – ‘Daydreaming’ Radiohead – ‘No Surprises’ Stevie Wonder – ‘Sugar’ The Band – ‘The Weight’ The Beatles – ‘Love Me Do’ The Kinks – ‘You Really Got Me’ The Strokes – ‘Someday’ The Velvet Underground – ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll’ Van Morrison – ‘Sweet Thing’'

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Immortal Beloved - Chapter Ten.

Thank you very much to all of you still keeping up with this :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,556

Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

“She’s gonna be a spoilt princess. I could fucking kill Bryn, if she weren’t dead already.”

The way John viewed the scene before them so adoringly did not match his lightly delivered vexation, him and Polly standing and watching the heartwarming sight of Katie being led up and down the driveway aboard her new pony, Bryn's Christmas gift to her. “We agreed on a fucking rocking horse, and she goes and buys a bloody Welsh Section C!”

“They’re a good pony for a child to begin on, so I’m told,” Tommy spoke as he joined them, a mischievous smile playing his lips as John turned with narrowed eyes.

“You were in cahoots with her, weren’t ya?”

He sniffed, lifting his chin. “Heels down, Katie! That’s it!”

“Don’t fucking avoid the question, Tom!”

His laugh rumbled, watching as Bryn circled them around at the top of the drive and ran back up again, the little dun coloured pony trotting along neatly as her new owner squealed and giggled with delight from the saddle. “Might’ve lent a hand in the purchase.”

John continued to mutter, chewing on his toothpick as Polly gave him a shove with her elbow. “Oh, come on, John. Like you didn’t buy out half of Rackham’s toy department for her as it was! A pony isn’t that different to some of those fancy rocking horses they had there, too. Have you seen the price some of them fetch? Holy shit.”

“Yeah, but a real horse ain’t got its hooves nailed to a bit of wood, has it? A real horse eats a fuckload of hay and needs shiny bits of expensive metal nailing to its feet, and everything else that comes with ‘em! Bloody money pits, they are.”

“John?” Tommy questioned, placing his hand onto his shoulder, his brother still viewing him from under a somewhat furrowed brow. “You aren’t exactly short of a bob or two now, are you? Stop being a misery and look how happy your little girl is. My stable lads will look after the pony, and Katie can come up here whenever she likes to ride him.”

“Yeah, and that’s all gonna be on me, ain’t it, since fanny Anne over there is conveniently asleep all fucking day!” His continued pissed off splutters had his aunt and brother in soft fits, fanny Anne herself overhearing his protests.

“Tommy is right, John,” Bryn called, halting her jog as she and Katie arrived back with them. “Stop being a misery.” Lifting Katie from the pony, she placed the tot down, watching her run back into the house as one of the stable boys led her favourite Christmas present back to the stables. John shook his head, pulling her close as the others entered the house.

“For that, you’ll go over my fucking knee, Brynhild.”

“Oooh,” she purred, stroking his cheek with her fingernail. “Is that a promise?”

His hand found the round of her bum, smacking it hard several times. “Get in the fucking house.”

Christmas Day dinner was always eaten on the evening in the Shelby household, the day itself preceded by gift giving and light snacks, plenty of port and whiskey, and a jolly good time had by all. John had felt a little bit out of sorts for not having Bryn by his side until 5pm when the sun had finally melted into the wintery horizon, Katie too making her displeasure known.

It had been tricky, deciding what to tell the child in order to explain why she only ever saw Bryn in the evenings, John deciding simplicity was the best. “Sunlight makes her poorly, pige, so that’s why we only see Bryn at nighttime.” She’d taken her father’s word as easily as he’d delivered it, luckily. He’d reveal the truth to her when she was old enough to understand what it meant to be a vampire, feeling that four years old was much too young to truly grasp the concept.

Before the merriment could continue, the matter of the spy locked up in the butler’s pantry had to be dealt with, Bryn, John and Polly going down to see to it themselves while everyone else assembled in the lounge. John picked up the telephone where Bryn had left it the previous night before descending the steps, the three of them waiting until the coast was clear of serving staff who were bustling around.

“Good evening, young lady,” Bryn spoke as they entered, finding a very disgruntled looking Helen on the opposing side of the door. “I believe you have a telephone call to make, hmm?”

The girl wanted nothing more than to scream for help, cry out the injustice done to her, but she knew no ears within the household that could hear would come to her aid. She was alone, discovered as a spy, with thirty pounds to show for her trouble. Taking the receiver she was handed, she made the call, uttering the lie she had been fed while the vampire who had instructed her stared unflinchingly, taking the phone away again once she was done.

“Now I shall escort you upstairs to pack your belongings, as Mr. Shelby has directed me to escort you from the property as swiftly as possible,” she spoke, while John untied her bindings one by one, Polly observing from the corner.

Shoving Helen in Bryn’s direction, he picked up the rope, beginning to coil it in his strong hands, watching the way his vampire lover viewed him do so with keen interest. “Don’t think I’ll put all of this back where I found it.”

Bryn returned the wink he gave her before escorting Helen out, leaving him and Polly behind in the pantry, the latter letting out a long breath before picking up a bottle of gin and pulling the cork out.

“Well, that’s that almost done with.” Holding the bottle to her lips, she downed a mouthful, her face pinching as she swallowed. “Fuck, I don’t know how people can drink this shit! Tastes like perfume.”

Going into his pocket, John retrieved his hip flask, unscrewing the cap and taking a long glug of the whiskey within, passing it to his aunt. “Me neither.” Taking the flask back, he swigged from it again, sighing as he screwed his eyes tightly shut. “We can’t trust no one. I ain’t even sure that she’s the only one who’s been sent by ‘em. Surely Edward wouldn’t be so fucking stupid as to only send one down here, eh?”

“One’s all it takes, John. Besides, if it was anybody else in the house with her, reason dictates they likely would have freed her and ran for it while we were all sleeping, regardless of Bryn’s little blood link insurance policy,” Polly advised, lighting up a cigarette. “You’re right, though. This is the time we circle the wagons. Any new people sniffing around should be treated even more suspiciously than usual. I’m going to have a word with Bryn, too. I’ve been thinking. Those tattoos of hers, lovely that they are, are a fucking giveaway. She needs to extend her makeup down from her face and neck, or not show off her tits quite as much.”

“Shame,” John sniffed, lighting himself a cigar, “they’re fucking cracking tits.”

She rolled her eyes, opening the door. “Come on, you bloody letch. Let’s see to her getting the fuck off the property.” They headed back up the stairs, hovering by the door only a short time before Bryn and Helen joined them, the latter clutching her small bag in a tight grip. The outside air was crisp, a smattering of snow still present on the ground as she was marched away from the homestead and up the driveway.

“How am I to get away from here now? Where do I stay?”

Polly laughed a little bitterly, a final drag taken on her cigarette before she flicked it away. “Should have thought of that before, shouldn’t you, girl?”

“Could I please have a car take me into town?”

It was Bryn who laughed this time, her hand reaching out to cup at the back of her neck. “There is no point, Helen. You shan’t be leaving the property.” With a snap, her fangs bared, gleaming white through the darkness. “Ever.”

Like lightning, her mouth clamped onto her neck, her hand muffling Helen’s scream as she began to drain her. Polly’s eyes rounded in horror, John a little taken aback, but more accepting of the outcome. Bryn wasn’t stupid; he had wondered if she truly intended to let the Rasmussen spy leave with her life intact.

As soon as she felt her heartbeat still, her body was dropped onto the drive, Bryn licking her lips before receding her fangs once more.

“Oh, Polly,” she sighed, placing a hand upon her hip as she gestured to the corpse. “Surely, you did not forget what I am beneath the charming woman you are coming to know, hmm? You might not have grounds to fear me, but anybody who crosses me does.”

“If I did, Brynhild, you’ve certainly reminded me. Holy shit,” she spoke, lighting herself another cigarette.

“I couldn’t risk her leaving here with only her word that she would say nothing. If someone’s word can be bought, then it is not to be trusted.” Looking down at the corpse, she felt not an ounce of anything, the coldness in her vampiric nature not stirred at all. “She served her purpose; did the job she was paid for. Now, she can do no more.”

“I suppose Tommy gave you his blessing?”

Not much got past Polly. “Indeed, he did. Now, can one of you tell me where I might find a shovel?”

“Round by the stables, next to where they keep the saddles an’ all that.” John told her, Bryn disappearing and reappearing in a flash. Polly headed back to the house, John watching as Bryn struck into the frozen ground, the soil crumbling like sand under the power she wielded the shovel with. Usually, it would have taken two grown men about an hour to dig through frozen soil. For Bryn, she had dug out a deep pit in just over five minutes.

“Okay,” she spoke, pulling the thirty pounds she had given to Helen the previous evening from her apron, looking down at the corpse with distaste. “Put her in.”

John rolled the cadaver until it fell from the edge and into the deep pit, thinking what a good job Bryn had done. It was at least eight feet deep. With their inconvenience buried, Bryn also dragging various debris over the unmarked grave so that the plot did not stand out, they headed back to the house arm in arm to join the festivities as if nothing had ever happened.

Once there, they sat down at the long table with the rest of the family, enjoying the warmth from the fire as they ate dinner, Arthur being Arthur and proposing a very drunken toast that mostly consisted of cussing and hiccupping. Once the children had gone to bed, the later evening saw the arrival of a few close friends, Johnny Dogs among them, John not able to immediately offer an introduction as Bryn had excused herself to tuck Katie in.

“So, you’re still alive, John? Not come to anything bad on those teeth now, eh?” he joked, John being able to detect the slight trepidation in his demeanour he was attempting to mask with humour.

“Nah, nothing bad,” he replied, grinning to himself at the memory of just how erotic it was, to be bitten by a vampire. It never failed to do something to him that no human woman could ever compare with. It was fair to say, in fact, that the living had been ruined for John now he’d had a taste of what immortal felt like to fuck.

Johnny laughed, waving a finger. “Oh, now would you look at that grin on the boy? That’s a grin of a... Jesus fucking wept!” His words were halted by the fact that in the space it took him to blink, John suddenly wasn’t standing alone beside the fire, an elegant looking woman in a dark green beaded dress appearing at his side. “Oh... oh so you’re the shadow walker girl, are ya? Oh, I see now, yes... yes. Um. Yes.”

Johnny’s usual bravado becoming dented further with every syllable uttered had John snort laughing into his whiskey glass, the gypsy continuing. “Oh now, you understand me apprehension here? There’s a lotta bad blood between my folk and yours, there is?”

“Not from my personal perspective, Johnny,” she spoke, halting his hand where he rapidly pointed between himself and her, stroking the back of it as she transmitted her energy onto him, calming his nerves. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Brynhild.”

“You’re a Scandinavian girl, are ya? Oh, you must be with a name like that, eh?”

“I am Norwegian, yes,” she confirmed, Johnny still taking a time to calm as his muscles stiffened. Bless his heart, though. He was trying his hardest.

“Oh well that’s grand, so? I bet you get some fucking terrible winters all the way up there?”

Bryn gave John a gentle shove as he shook with silent laughter. “We do, yes.”

“Now tell me, love. You’re not hungry, are ya? Because I know you shadow walkers like the gypsy blood? I don’t want to be getting bitten, so, so if you could keep them teeth away, I’d be thanking you!”

That was the moment John erupted completely, Bryn not able to bite back her smile. Oh, he was such a card. “Trust me, Johnny. My preferred blood source is standing right next to me.”

His eyebrows almost vanished off his forehead entirely. “Now there’s a thing?” His eyes darted between them uncomfortably for a few moments. “Well, if that’s what tickles your fancy, John. And, and why not, if you like it? I mean I’m not making aspersions or nothing! If it floats your boat, and um, yours too, Brynhild. I’ll erm, I’ll go and say hello to Tommy now.”

“Fucking hell!” he wheezed, him and Bryn both in mild hysterics as Johnny shot across the room, calling out to Tommy. “I ain’t ever seen a fella work so hard not to die of fright in all me life!”

“I’m surprised he didn’t begin to glisten beneath his eyes with the effort, the poor man,” Bryn chuckled, composing herself. “I am sure once he’s used to me, he might calm down a little bit.”

“I kind of hope he doesn’t, because I’ve never seen Dogs so flustered before and fuck, it’s gonna entertain me for ages, that!” he laughed, pulling Bryn close and kissing her cheek. The gathering lasted into the small hours, John and Bryn the first to depart to their room, Bryn flicking her hand in the direction of the fireplace as soon as they entered. The flames roared into life, the hearth sparkling amber as heat began to sweep through the chill of the room.

“Right, now you’re probably wondering why it is you ain’t had your Christmas present from me yet,” John began, taking her hands and bringing them to his mouth, kissing her cool fingers as he smiled adoringly at her.

She began to nod, her grin a little twisted at the corner. “I had thought it to be somewhat lacking, yes, this much is true.”

His smile grew, while on the inside, his heartbeat began to thrum in frenzy, nerves washing through him. “Well, that’s because I wanted it to be just you and me when I gave it to ya.” Taking a small box from his pocket, Bryn’s hands flew to her mouth with a gasp as she watched him drop down to one knee before her. “Brynhild, I know it hasn’t been long, but you mean more to me than any other woman ever has or will. I love you, sweetheart. Will you marry me?”

Her eyes filled with tears, nodding rapidly. “Yes! Oh, my various gods above, a thousand times yes!”

“Good,” he hummed, winking at her as he flipped the box open. “You can have this now.”

There within sat on a little cushion indent, was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. It was an emerald cut diamond, flanked by an art deco arrangement of smaller ones that all extended around onto the platinum band it was set upon. “It’s engraved an’ all.”

Taking the ring from the box as he stood, she studied the inside of the band, gasping softly.

My immortal beloved

“Oh, John!” Her tears fell like crimson rain as he slid it onto her finger, taking his pocket square so she could dab them away, placing a kiss upon the tip of her nose.

“Don’t you ever say I can’t be romantic.”

“I never, ever would, my love,” she told him, falling into kisses that felt never ending as they began to strip one another of their clothes.

“I love you,” he breathed, moving her hair from her neck. “I love you.” His lips met the side of her throat, hands cupping her waist to lift her. “I love you.” Clasping her tightly to him, he carried her to the bed, lying her down, thinking how he’d never seen a woman look at him in the way she was in that moment, his mouth falling to hers once more.

His bee stung lips closed in a suck upon the pebbled peak of her nipple, fingers trailing through the petals of her cunt, pushing inside her, slick wet awaiting his touch. The rotation he used had her hips bucking against his hand, Bryn clasping his face and kissing him with filthy indulgence. Her groan poured out rich and rumbling, especially when his thumb moved to rub sparks at her clit.

She was virtually dizzy with pleasure when he finally replaced his fingers with something much thicker, his mouth sucking lilac welts against her neck. His body became flecked with the goose pimples from the sensual glide of her nails down his back, charging across his freckled skin like a herd of wild horses. His arm trailed down her body, hooking beneath her leg and levering it forward until it touched her chest, his hand grasping her throat as he pinned her to the bed.

The way it allowed his cock to sink in deeper had her wailing, teeth nibbling along her jaw, tongue following the patterns of the tattoos that swirled across her chest. His girth dragged at her, making her wetter around him, John utterly saturated with the gloss of her arousal as his hips began to drive like a piston.

“Fuck.” He gritted, teeth grazing her throat, the wild heat rising between them both, his mouth swallowing down each of her little cries as their lips met, whispering his love tenderly. It was a heavenly juxtapose to how brutally he began to fuck her.

Their kisses became magmatic, his forehead pressing to hers as he stared unflinchingly into the crystal blue of her eyes, until the fluttering of her cunt had him closing his eyes tightly, burying his mouth at her neck as he groaned almost helplessly.

He lost any tentative threads of control, his thrusts staccato, cock making constellations burst through the hug of her molten walls, Bryn’s nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him, rolling her hips up to meet each barbarously delivered thrust. The lightning jumped from strike point to strike point as the storm swelled and crashed, her entire body alight as he pulsed jets of hot cum within her.

Utterly spent, breathless and all that was electrifying ebbing away, the sparks still gently fizzed through them as they stroked one another, sharing tender kisses. Everything was warm, serene and lazy, words of love whispered, adoration abounding. He fell asleep still inside of her that night, Bryn enjoying his warmth before gently moving him beneath the covers, getting up to go and sit upon the wide windowsill.

Watching the diamonds sparkle upon her finger, she looked out into the pale blue of the moonlight, her eyes glancing back to where John slept. She knew that running was no longer an option, and it should never have been. An existence exiled from her offspring, standing behind those of power for protection, driven by her fear of being captured again was not who she was.

Closing her eyes, her memories took her back over a thousand years, back to the siege upon Mercia, Bryn stood before a heathen army of a hundred Vikings, her heathen army. She heard her own bellowing war cry, their advancement descending the great hill in which they had waited atop, running into the valley to meet the oncoming men, while from the east and west, the remaining two hundred of her army had encircled the Mercian’s entirely.

Wiping out those who stood in her way was in her blood. She had lived and breathed it in her human life, after all. Now, she had to find her way back to it in order to secure her future. Now was no longer the time for hiding. Now was the time to remember who she was.

Now was the time for war.

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evita-shelby · 2 months

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Petting

Or Diane shows Bucky Egan the difference between petting and heavy petting

Slighty nsfw

Cw:heavy petting, a handjob, fondling, and implications of car sex

He takes them out for a drive in his army issued jeep and stops in an empty place in the road as they return to the base instead of heading to the little inn they frequent.

They talk, Bucky is quite the chatterbox and Diane is happy to hear him and he gives her the same opportunity when she talks instead.

“What the fuck does petting or heavy petting even mean?” He asks after telling her how he knows the RAF officers they saw earlier tonight at the pub.

“Would you like me to explain it with words or would you like me to show you?” the witch asks in return, leaning on him so she could feel him up better.

This gets his attention and the annoyance of having the RAF officers try and insult her away from him is replaced by curiosity.

“How about both, your ignorant American might need you to explain things slowly for him.” The sting of the insults remain, but the hints of these being sexual, in the case of the latter, brings back the Bucky she prefers.

The Bucky who wants a good time and doesn’t give a shit what people think about him.

“Petting means to caress, fondle even.” Di explains as she caressed John’s face and trailed her fingers up and down his chest until he got that grin of his that said she’s was in for a good time. “Well, touching you in a nonsexual manner, or at least not as overtly sexual.”

“And I take that heavy petting isn’t as clean as this definition, Lady Di.” He leans in as if to kiss her, just lightly touching her just as she’s doing to him. Touches her jaw and trails it lovingly down her neck until he’s just over her breast. She’s not wearing a brassiere, something John is very appreciative of.

“No, it’s a very, very dirty type of petting, Major.” Her hands leave his chest and slowly go down until she reached his cock and began to rub it to life.

“Might have to keep showing me, Di, might forget if you stop.” John Egan only adjusts himself to give better access to his little soldier and brushed his thumb over her clothed nipple.

“I don’t plan to.” The devil’s daughter smirked.

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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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Watch chain thots. I planted the seed, now it's his turn.

good morning to everyone except steph. we watched the entire first season of Peaky Blinders yesterday and now apparently I write for Thomas Shelby.

thomas shelby x barmaid!reader

w/c: who gives a dick

warnings: don’t show jesus

Sawdust collects on the skirts of your dress, the tweed of his suit vest crumpled in your hands as the head of his cock breaches your throat.

“Ah, there you are,” he says, the cigarette hanging out of his mouth dropping ash on the floor next to you. He hasn’t even touched the clear rum you brought into his little business side room here at The Garrison, just slammed it down on the table before fixing you with those intense blue eyes.

Ever since he came back from the war, the only thing that can get the picks and the shovels to stop is you and your mouth- in whatever capacity you gave it to him.

You count the links on the chain of his watch. One, two, three; letting it flow between your fingers when he shoves himself past your gag reflex. You choke, retch around him, but the cold of that chain lets you fight past it.

The chair under him squeaks, his hips rutting up and into your face over and over. You hum, his answering hiss satisfying on its own. “I should’ve stolen you sooner, Billy Kimber’s pretty little secretary. Did you choke on him like this?”

You tear yourself out of Tommy’s lap, push up and off of him and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Irritation flares up each side of your neck, and Tommy looks as robbed as the first time you held him at gunpoint. “Balls deep in my throat and all you can think about is Billy Kimber.” You scoff, closing the space between you and the door out of the room. “I’ll be sure to send post that you’re thinking of him.”

Just as your hand closes around the doorknob, Tommy lurches forward to pull you back. “Come now, you know I don’t mean it.” He crowds you against the door you were just trying to leave- bunches up your skirt around your waist and finds you completely bare.

His fingers coast along the cut of you, catching your breath in your throat as he sucks a bruise into the pulse on your neck. “I do believe undergarments are part of the barmaid uniform,” he growls, low and hungry in your ear, like anyone could have seen your bare cunt through your clothes if they looked hard enough.

“I saw no such thing in my contract.”

He shakes his head, presses the pads of his two middle fingers against your aching clit and sluices you up with your own arousal. “Then remind me to renegotiate your contract,” he says, pulling his hand from between your legs and spinning you, pressing your front against that same door and kicking your legs wide.

Your kilted laugh falls from your mouth, using the wood to press your ass back into him as he lines himself up. “Sure, I could use higher wages,” you volley. He bottoms out in one swift motion, nips at your ear and ruts into you again. “And if I won’t grant you higher wages?”

You reach back and grip the back of his neck, pull him further into your own as you meet his thrusts. “Well, I’ll just have to tell the most dangerous Shelby that I’m being mistreated, won’t I?”

That dangerous smile you fell in love with spreads across Tommy’s face. “And who is that? Gonna have John rough me up proper, are you?” One particularly deep thrust has your knees getting weak, and Tommy knows it, pulls out of you and sits back down in his chair so he can pull you into his lap.

“Oh, you don’t even know the horrors little Finn can cause. I’ve already bought his loyalty with big city sweets, there’s a truce you won’t be able to shake.”

He lets you capture his mouth, his thumb finding your clit and working quick circles around it while you ride him for everything he’s worth. He loses himself in the tight grip of your cunt, planting his feet to meet your hips with his own. You mewl into his mouth, let him work you over until your toes curl and he lets go with a shout into the valley of your chest.

Panting, he wraps his arms around you, rests his forehead in your sternum and takes in the blessed silence of the early morning at The Garrison. You get along too well with his family. Aunt Pol is smitten with you, has taught you how to use her hair pins to get your hair out of your face. Arthur and John haven’t let you touch a door for yourself since you started here, Finn hangs off of you, and Ada has been caught more than once trading hats with you.

All that’s left is him. In the deafening silence of the bar, the only thing he hears is your breathing, your heartbeat drowning out the phantoms of the French underground and all of his doubt that he was born without a heart.

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megalony · 9 months

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Just Her

This is my first Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders) imagine, I hope everyone will enjoy it. Feedback, comments and requests are always amazing.

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Summary: When attending a charity event, (Y/n) suddenly takes a turn for the worst and Tommy has to take care of his wife.

Enjoy.

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The soft, lulling music hit (Y/n) as soon as they walked through the doors, blended with the voices of others arriving and mingling together.

Charity events weren't the kind of thing (Y/n) enjoyed. There were too many people keeping up false pretences, fake smiles and chatter that could melt anyone's ears off. And the Blinders didn't have the best track record because wherever they went, bad things happened.

With Tommy's arm secured around her waist and her body tucked safely into his side, (Y/n) could feel the gun strapped into his holster at the side of his chest. A safety measure he never went anywhere without and it was something (Y/n) now found strangely comforting, just like the smell of his cigarettes and the sound of his voice whispering in her ear.

"Shall we get a drink?" (Y/n) leaned her head on Tommy's shoulder as Arthur and John walked past them and dispersed into the large hall, mingling and searching for Ada and Polly who were already here somewhere.

"Sure."

It felt strange to (Y/n) to see Tommy wearing a smart suit like this, it wasn't the kind he would normally wear when he walked the streets or sat in the office keeping books. It wasn't grey or tweed material and he didn't have a tie or a cap sitting on his head.

His hair was slicked to the side, unruffled by a hat he had left at home, his jet black trousers were up past his hips over the white button up shirt and he had a black blazer snug over his biceps. The look would have been perfected if Tommy bothered to wear a bow tie or even his usual tie but he didn't bother tonight. His look was a mix of smart and casual and it only made him more appealing to (Y/n).

With a drink in hand, (Y/n) took a large gulp before she glanced around the room. She could see Ada far across the other side, chatting to a gentleman in a snappy suit and Arthur had wandered off near the buffet, cigarette clasped in his lips.

(Y/n) wanted to keep an eye on the rest of the Shelby clan because she knew Tommy would wander off to talk to business associates soon and she never accompanied him to those chats. Tommy liked to keep his wife as far away from the business as possible, he would introduce her and show her off but when talk started on the darker side of his work, (Y/n) excused herself. So she wouldn't be alone, uneasy and anxious, (Y/n) would stick with other members of the family until Tommy came back to find her.

"We won't stay long," As if he could read her mind, Tommy whispered the words into the top of her hair and squeezed the hand that was wrapped around her hip. "Are you okay if I go speak to someone?"

"Yeah, I'll go speak to Ada for a bit." She suddenly felt lonely when Tommy's body left her side leaving her cold and insecure without him beside her.

When Tommy drifted, (Y/n) finished the drink in her glass and slowly walked between the tables, over to where Ada was now standing next to Polly.

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(Y/n) could feel her foot beginning to tap against the polished floor the longer she stood away from Tommy, waiting for him to come back again. It wasn't the same kind of unease that she felt whenever he was out of town or when he didn't come home until the early hours of the morning. That was a sense of panic that came with the thoughts and insatiable panic that something had happened to her husband.

The unease she felt now was because she was at a big event that was fuelling her panic and she didn't have her natural remedy next to her to calm her down; Tommy.

Events like this made (Y/n) so panicked she ended up leaving early. There was always an enemy hanging around every corner and if a fight broke out, a panic attack would follow. (Y/n) loved the bones of Tommy and his family and it didn't bother her as much as it should what he did for work but (Y/n) didn't want to witness it.

With as much of a smile as she could muster, (Y/n) excused herself from the two women she had been spending the last half an hour with and placed her empty glass down on the table before she wandered near the dance floor. Her eyes had kept tabs on her husband for a while, keeping him in sight so when she got too nervous on her own, she could easily find and approach him.

Swiping her hand against her forehead, (Y/n) took a deep breath and tried to control the panic in her system that was making her sweat and made the room feel like it was heating up.

The smile on Tommy's face when he saw her made adrenaline spark in (Y/n)'s stomach and it eased the panic welling in her chest. He had a glass in one hand and his other hand stuffed into the pocket of his trousers but when she came within reach, his arm was already wound around her waist, reeling her into his side where she belonged.

"Gentlemen, this is my wife." Tommy pressed a kiss to (Y/n)'s cheek that he noticed was a bit flushed and he could see a sheen of sweat glistening on her exposed skin in the bright lights. Dipping his head down, Tommy raised a brow, silently asking if she was alright but her smile eased the rising concern he felt. He liked the way (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his chest beneath his blazer and he could feel her nuzzling her face into his neck, moving the collar of his shirt so she could graze her lips against his skin.

Turning her head, (Y/n) kept her cheek nuzzled against his neck and a kind smile on her face towards the two men standing next to Tommy whose focus was now severed from what they had previously been talking about.

"Mrs Shelby, looking lovely,"

"Thank you,"

"How about a dance?"

(Y/n) vaguely recognised the man on Tommy's right but she couldn't recall his name and the smile on his face was less than inviting or even friendly. She wasn't so sure a dance would be fun or the right thing and with Tommy's arm tightening around her waist, (Y/n) knew he didn't agree to that either. Work and home life were always kept separate and Tommy didn't want the line between them erasing.

"Sounds like a great idea, shall we?"

A smile tugged at (Y/n)'s lips when Tommy thrust his glass at the man beside him before he turned and guided (Y/n) towards the dance floor. He'd had enough of work and socialising with people like that for one night and he could tell by the expression on (Y/n)'s face that she was about ready to leave. They wouldn't be here for much longer.

Circling her arms around Tommy's neck, (Y/n) pressed her chest up against his when he reeled her in closer with his hands clamped down protectively on her hips. A loving warmth spread through her system when he leaned his forehead down to rest against hers and their gazes interlocked.

They didn't dance often, Tommy wasn't a dancer and with his line of work and their busy lives, it didn't leave much time for dancing. (Y/n) could scarcely remember the last time they danced together, let alone in front of others with an audience like this. But she couldn't focus or even notice the other people swaying close by on the dance floor or the onlookers around the large hall. All she could see, feel and her was the man in front of her with a small grace of a smile present on his otherwise stoic face.

(Y/n) didn't know how long they had been dancing for, they had spun in circles, swayed left and right and done a brief twirl before merging back together again.

With her cheek resting on Tommy's shoulder, (Y/n) let her eyes fall closed and pushed further into Tommy's chest like she was trying to find a way into his heart to keep close and safe. She felt his hands move from her hips to circle behind her and his fingers linked together, keeping her caged in his embrace as if he was afraid she was going to disappear.

The unease she had been feeling earlier had melted away but it was now replaced with something else. Her stomach was starting to curl into knots in a way that made (Y/n) unsure if she was going to be sick or not and the room now felt like it was in the middle of a volcano. Heat was rising all around her prickling her sweaty skin and making her feel uncomfortable.

When Tommy spun them round on his heels, even though the action was slow and in time with the music, (Y/n) felt her head turn on its axis and her steps faltered causing her weight to lean into Tommy.

"Everythin' okay?" Tipping his head down, Tommy hovered his lips over the shell of her ear and kissed the spot behind her ear, slowing down until they were barely moving anymore.

"Can we sit down?" (Y/n) moved her hands from behind Tommy's neck so she could scrunch his shirt up in her fists, grounding herself to the feel of him and his heartbeat that thundered peacefully through her skin. The few drinks she'd had so far must have gone straight to her head and interferred with the panic and adrenaline she already felt.

"Course, what's wrong?" Tommy's hand moved to the small of her back as he slowly guided them off the dance floor towards the nearest table where Arthur happened to be sitting.

"I just feel lightheaded, I'm okay."

She felt better when she sat down and the weight was off her legs that had started to tremble. Her elbow leaned on the table and her hand propped up her head that was suddenly too heavy for her neck. Her stomach was still churning and knotting up like a tangled snake inside her but sitting down helped a tiny bit. Tommy's hands on her shoulders and his lips against the back of her head helped the most.

After a few minutes, (Y/n) closed her eyes and pushed her face further into the palm of her hand to surpress a groan as her free arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Wishing her arm was some sort of binder that would press down on the pain and make it go away.

Tommy scanned his eyes around the hall, barely listening to the drabble Arthur was reeling off. He massaged his fingers into (Y/n)'s shoulders and leaned down to press another kiss to the back of her head. But when he felt her body starting to shake beneath him, something sparked to life in his gut and his expression hardened to stone.

Letting go of her shoulders, Tommy walked round and kneeled down on the floor in front of (Y/n)'s legs. His hands moved to rub up and down her thighs over her dress but he could feel his heart shattering in his chest when he looked her over.

She looked worse than she had earlier.

When they arrived she seemed fine, nervous but otherwise fine. Now, Tommy could see her skin wasn't the right colour anymore, her arm was bound around her stomach like she was in pain and her whole body had started to tremble. When he pressed the back of his hand against her temple. he could feel she was starting to burn a temperature.

"I'm taking you home. Now."

They couldn't stay here any longer when Tommy wasn't sure if his wife was going to collapse or start crying out in agony. He had to take her home where he could look after her without the risk of onlookers. Home was where she would be safe and have privacy that they didn't have here.

Tommy didn't know what to do when (Y/n) suddenly doubled over on herself until her head was pressing into her knees and both arms were bound around her stomach like iron bars. His hands moved from her thighs to her upper arms that were still shaking and he pressed his forehead against the top of her head, quietly shushing her when she started to groan.

"Baby, talk to me. What's wrong eh?"

(Y/n) tried to shake her head but it only made her feel dizzy and when she tried to speak, nothing but a croaked gurgle left her lips. She wanted to go home, she wanted Tommy to take her home. Her stomach was now feeling agonising cramps, everything was trembling and her body was on fire.

She wanted Tommy wrapped around her like a blanket, she wanted to feel his comfort and for him to magically take all the pain away but she didn't even know why she was suddenly in so much pain.

She felt fine before they came here.

Carefully, Tommy took (Y/n)'s chin between his fingers and tilted her head up so she could look at him again and it broke his heart to see tears staining her cheeks.

"Baby-"

Whatever he was about to say got stuck at the back of his throat when (Y/n) jerked to the side and threw up on the floor next to him.

Tommy remained perfectly still, his hands frozen on her arms and his jaw slack before he gently moved to rub his hand up and down her back. Something was definitely wrong with his wife for her to be sick and cry in public like this. (Y/n) was always so well composed and if she felt nervous she would tell him and they would go home. But this wasn't nerves, this was something else.

"Let it out, love."

Keeping one hand on her back, Tommy swiped the hankerchief from his top pocket and passed it to her before he kissed her hair and cradled the back of her neck.

When she threw up again, Tommy sighed into her hair and pushed himself up a little higher, balancing his weight on the balls of his feet as his eyes glanced over to Arthur. His brother was in between sitting and standing, unsure what to do or how he could help.

A burning sensation crept up the back of Tommy's throat and dwelled deep down in his chest when he heard murmurs and saw that a small crowd had started to get closer to see what was going on. Why were they gathering round? This wasn't a show or spectacle. (Y/n) wasn't doing this for an audience, she was ill and she didn't need any onlookers gawping at her.

"What the fuck are you looking at?!" His voice bellowed throughout the room and seemed to overpower the music that was already fading into the background, overcome by the scene of the Shelby's.

Some people turned their heads, adverted their eyes, others skimped away towards the bar or out of sight so they couldn't be seen gawking anymore. Just a few people stayed gathered round and made a small amount of room for Polly to push her way through and reach her nephew and his wife.

"Tommy..."

Turning his head back from looking through the crowd, Tommy looked back at (Y/n) but he could feel the blood draining down to his feet and his eyes widened in their sockets. Blood was dribbling down her lower lip and making a small slithering trail down her chin.

Gulping, Tommy tried to stop himself from shaking and he took the hankerchief from her hand to gently wipe the blood away, staining the once white fabric with tainted crimson.

"We're taking her to the hospital. Arthur, you can drive, Ada and John will sort out here." Polly patted Tommy's shoulder before she stood up, ordering the boys about with a wave of her hand. There was no way she was waiting here to sort things out when she knew exactly how Tommy was going to react in this situation. He was going to blow up, lose his temper and with a gun strapped to his side, he wasn't safe if he got enraged. Polly needed to go along and keep her nephew calm and under control since (Y/n) was in no fit state to do so on her own.

Wasting no more time, Tommy scooped an arm under (Y/n)'s knees and hooked the other around her back and lifted her up from the chair, praying she wouldn't be sick again or throw up any more blood. He had done this many times, hoisted his wife up into his arms bridal style and carried her wherever they needed to be. Whether it was carrying her over the threshold when they got married, from the sofa up the stairs to bed when she fell asleep waiting up for him in the early hours of the morning. Or carrying her to bed once when she was too drunk to stand, Tommy was used to this and he secretly loved it.

He loved holding (Y/n) like this, having her so close to his heart, in his arms and against him or even when he carried her over his shoulder, it was natural.

But this time it was different. Tommy needed to carry her like this, he needed to hold her and protect her and take her away from prying eyes and get her somewhere safe, quickly. This was to get an escape for her, get her to the car and show everyone here that she was his girl, his lady, his to protect and love and take care of.

Polly opened the doors and Tommy barged through them, digging his fingers into (Y/n)'s flesh, squeezing her dress so tightly against her skin that they almost melted together as he jogged down the steps towards the car. He could feel (Y/n)'s arms tightening around his neck and he knew from the whimpers muffling into his chest that his once white shirt would now be spotted with crimson just like the hankerchief.

It took a great deal of effort for Tommy to climb into the car backwards, shuffle across the seat with (Y/n) still in his arms and then manoeuvre her across his lap so that Polly could squeeze in the back with him as Arthur scrambled into the front.

(Y/n)'s head fell on Tommy's shoulder and her trembling arms coiled away from his neck so she could again scrunch his shirt up in her fists, accidentally popping a button in the process.

She could feel Polly's hand rubbing over her ankles soothingly and Tommy had one arm around her waist and the other hand was pressed against her cheek like a cold compress. It was soothing with how hot her skin felt and his thumb was pressing into her cheekbone, stimulating her to focus on him and stay awake.

If (Y/n) hadn't of heard Polly giving out the orders inside, she would have guessed it was Arthur driving the car. He was too harsh and didn't break fast enough when he went round the corners and he managed to hit almost every pothole and cobble on the road. It made Tommy growl, something that vibrated through (Y/n)'s hands and up into her chest and sent adrenaline sparking in her stomach.

Tommy gulped when the tremours rattling through (Y/n) got worse until she was violently moving back and forth, unable to control it to the point even her eyes were jolting from side to side.

"S'alright love, not long now- hey, you keep looking at me, got it? Keep those eyes on me, you're not allowed to sleep yet."

Tommy's voice was oddly stern, a tone (Y/n) wasn't familiar with him using around her and his words were sharp and cut like razors piercing into her mind. And if his words weren't enough to capture her full attention, she felt his hand move from her cheek to roughly grab her chin between his fingers and thumb. He jerked her head back until she was face to face with him, their noses skimming together and their breaths mingling to the point she was sure he could taste the blood on her lips.

His brows were raised high, his blue eyes were as deep as the sea and pierced her very soul but it was the way his jaw was set and his lips were locked in a straight line that got (Y/n)'s attention the most.

He wasn't having her pass out on him yet.

With a quiet gurgle, (Y/n) nodded her head to show him she understood, that she was listening and trying her hardest to focus on him, despite the fog that was rolling in on her mind.

The car came to an ungodly stop causing (Y/n)'s head to bash into Tommy's and even though he groaned, it was (Y/n) who momentairely blacked out. But when Tommy's hand shook her chin and got rougher when patting her cheek, her senses came back to her and she tried to clear her vision so she could look up at her husband again who was calling her name violently.

Tommy could see (Y/n) was on the verge of passing out when he carried her into the hospital. All he could manage to say was 'help her' on repeat, raising his voice until he was almost screaming, demanding the attention of anyone who would listen so they would come and look at his wife.

He didn't hear whatever Polly murmured to Arthur who disappeared without a word and Tommy didn't care to know. His attention was on his lady and her alone.

"Set her down here, what happened?"

Jogging down a hallway after a doctor and two nurses, Tommy hovered over a small stretcher in the empty corridor and carefully laid (Y/n) down, taking her hands in both of his when she clung to him like glue. He didn't want to let her go, he would rather them assess her while she stayed wrapped up in his arms but he knew that wasn't practical. But the way (Y/n) began to cry when he laid her down shattered his soul.

"I don't know, she was fine until an hour ago. She's burning up and she's been throwing up bad, blood too." Tommy wasn't stupid, he knew whatever was wrong with (Y/n) was due to something happening at that event tonight. She couldn't go from being perfectly healthy at home to then suddenly deteriorating this quickly for no reason at all.

Tommy stood near (Y/n)'s legs, both her hands still tightly held in his fists so she knew he hadn't gone anywhere and he could feel Polly's hands on his shoulders. A small attempt to try and keep him calm when she could feel his resolve quickly slipping away.

They watched in silence and concentration as the doctor checked (Y/n)'s temperature, listened to her heart, peaked inside her mouth before he tried to press his hands on her stomach. One touch sent (Y/n)'s knees coiling up to her stomach and a gut wrenching sob burned past her lips with a few speckles of blood.

"Has she eaten or drank anything?"

"Uh, wine, a few glasses. No food."

"No one else has been ill?" One look at the three of them told the doctor they had been somewhere in public, some event or a show or theatre of some kind. Tommy was in a suit and the two ladies were in dresses with their hair pinned up into elaborate styles.

"No."

"I think she's ingested something-"

"Like what?" Tommy wanted answers and he didn't feel like he had the time to wait for them or let the doctor finish his sentence. He needed (Y/n) to be helped and looked after but he needed to know what was wrong with her. If someone has given her something, Tommy needed the Blinders out there to find who it was and deal with them.

"My guess would be poison..." The rest of his words hit on deaf ears, all Tommy could think of was that someone had managed to get something into (Y/n)'s drink and not his. They went for the one thing that mattered most to Tommy, they didn't even bother to try and harm him as well. Just (Y/n).

When the nurses started to wheel the gurney towards a room, Tommy followed, keeping (Y/n)'s hands in his as tight as he could. Watching in agony when more spurts of blood coughed up through her lips and her eyes started to drift near the back of her head.

Something between shock and pure rage filtered through Tommy's darkening eyes when the doctor's hand pressed firmly into his chest and caused his feet to scuff against the floor when he was stopped in his stride. His hands let go of (Y/n) when the gurney kept moving and it felt as if someone had torn his heart out of his chest and left him watching it leave.

"Mr Shelby, you can wait out here while we stabilise your wife." He knew who they were and he still dared to tell Tommy the one word that wasn't in his vocabulary unless it was (Y/n)- or Polly- saying it.

He couldn't breathe.

They were actually trying to separate him from her, they were keeping them apart when she needed him the most. She needed him there to hold her hand and tell her everything was going to be okay and that he was going to watch over her and make sure she was alright. What was he supposed to do out here? He couldn't sit and count the time and wait for news, not knowing what they were doing to (Y/n) in there. He couldn't do that.

The moment (Y/n)'s weak, choking voice called out his name, something snapped inside Tommy. In that split second his heart stopped and the blood flooded his ears and clouded his vision.

He snapped the gun from his holster and pushed the barell so forcefully against the doctor's temple that a circular indent started to form around the gun.

"I stay with my fucking wife. Move." Tears burned into his face like acid and his mouth became oddly dry as he furiously spat the words through gritted teeth.

He could feel Polly debating what to do, her hands kept moving from his shoulders, down his arms, back to his shoulders and then her chin perched on his shoulder. She wanted to scold him, to shout at him and rage that this was a hospital, these people were here to help (Y/n) and he couldn't threaten them lest he wanted (Y/n) to be thrown out. But all she could do was try and comfort him because she knew Tommy wasn't going to listen and he was wrestling between his temper, his heart and his yearning to be with (Y/n).

The moment the doctor stepped aside, Tommy stuffed the gun back in the holster and ran into the room. He clasped (Y/n)'s hand tighter than he should have and brought it to his lips, kissing her flushed skin to let her know that he was back, he hadn't left her for long. He carded his fingers through her hair, smoothing it away from her face while a nurse busied herself with taking a blood sample.

It was clear that both nurses had seen the interaction with the doctor and they knew who they were treating in here. They were fighting to keep their hands from shaking and they kept looking at Tommy's blazer, fearing at any moment he would take out his gun and unleash his rage on them.

"I'm here, love, I'm still here."

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A horrid burning sensation flared up the back of (Y/n)'s throat and coupled with the aching fire in the pit of her stomach making her feel like she had swallowed fire and lived to tell the tale. The burning spread through to her mouth that was parched and dry and felt as horrid as her eyes when she tried to open them.

The room she found herself in was small and the sheets beneath her were scratchy like paper and hard as stone.

She didn't recognise where she was when her sore eyes finally focused on what was around her. But what she did recognise, was a head of jet black hair, ruffled to the max and stuck up at all angles like he had been electrocuted.

Tommy.

He was slumped in a chair that was pulled as close to the bed as he could get it. His knees were bent out at the sides, his upper body was slumped over and his head was burrowed into the mattress she was laying on with both his hands clasped around one of hers.

She couldn't find her voice to speak, her throat was torn to ribbons when she tried to make a sound so she settled for moving her free hand and stroke her fingers through his hair. It only took two seconds for Tommy to wake up on full alert, his job made him a light sleeper to the point even the lightest rain drizzling down on the window would wake him up in the dead of night.

The surprise was evident in his crystal eyes but it was the way his lips parted and ever so slightly curved at the sides that made (Y/n)'s stomach jump with relief and excitement.

"Baby, oh love you're awake." For a moment, Tommy pressed his forehead back into the mattress and sent a silent thank you prayer to God and to Polly who he knew had been praying throughout the night and into the morning for this moment.

When he looked back up, Tommy stood to unsteady feet and leaned over to capture (Y/n)'s chapped lips in a breath taking kiss. He stole all the air she had within her lungs and more, swiping his tongue over her lower lip while one hand moved to cradle her neck and chin. They pulled apart when both were gasping for breath but Tommy stayed as close as possible with their noses brushing and their lashes tangling together. He sat down on the side of the bed, allowing a small smile to creep onto his otherwise stern and exhausted features.

"What... w-where-"

"Shh, it's alright," He stole another kiss, a gentle, brief one this time where their lips barely touched, only grazed together making (Y/n) lean up for more. "You're in the hospital, love. Been out for over twelve hours, gave me a fucking fright."

It was (Y/n)'s turn to steal another touch of his lips, nibbling at his lower lip when he leaned closer.

Everything was foggy, her mind was locked away in a cage and she couldn't seem to find out how to open it. She remembered turning up at the charity event, she had wrapped herself around Tommy, refusing to let him leave her side.

Flashes of voices swirled around in her head, shouting, bright lights blurring overhead. The feeling of Tommy's arms around her and his hand on her face, his deep eyes right in front of her but feeling so far away. A bumpy car ride that could have taken hours, she wasn't sure. Everything was mushed together, clips of a movie cut up and stitched back together in the wrong order.

"Some bastard spiked your drink, just yours, there was traces of blood in your blood. Doctor gave you medicine and charcoal to bind it, you'll be okay though. I won't let it happen again I swear it."

Tommy had waited through the night and into the morning as the doctor put (Y/n) on an IV of fluids and antidotes and concentrated charcoal to bind to the poison in her blood and stop it from spreading any further. The fever she had broke around three in the morning and finally, roughly around six in the morning- after Polly had gone home to help clean up the mess left in their wake- Tommy let himself fall asleep. Assured that (Y/n) was resting and not in danger of getting any worse while he slept vigil by her side.

For a few moments, (Y/n) closed her eyes and soaked in the feeling of Tommy's forehead pressing into hers, his hand on her neck and his breaths mixing in with hers.

"Lay with me," Her voice was quiet and she barely croaked out the words loud enough for Tommy to hear, but when they registered, his signature smile that he saved just for her graced his lips.

How could he refuse?

The blazer he had been wearing had been shed sometime in the early morning and he had kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned most of his shirt when he started to sweat and panic. But when he stood up from the bed, he took off the holsters he had kept on him for protection and as a silent warning to any staff member not to get in his way or ask him to leave.

He placed the holster on his vacant spot on the chair and shed his shirt like a second skin before he carefully climbed on the bed and laid on his side, facing (Y/n). His hand moved back to its new spot on her neck, splaying his thumb out over her jaw as he shuffled his other arm beneath her head and neck to keep her close.

(Y/n) reached out to hold onto his arm that was laid over her chest and her fingers danced across his skin, drawing aimless, soothing patterns over his arm while he pressed his lips against the side of her head. Breathing in her scent that was like his personal drug.

He couldn't come close to losing her like that again.

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Hello! ❤️I love your stories and was maybe wondering if you would write a Shelby Family x reader story where she is their half sibling who grew up in America. Like Arthur Sr. Had an affair with a woman visiting from the US right around the time Finn was also conceived and maybe that woman was who their father ended up running to when he left like a year later, but not because he was in love but because she had money and he could get her drugs and stuff. And so the reader kinda grew up “seeing” Arthur sr rarely but also being raised quietly by her richer non gangster grandparents (even unofficially taking their last name instead of Shelby)while her “parents” just went off and did whatever. one day her grandparents die and even though she is almost 19 and only a few months younger than Finn she is sent all the way to England to live with the son of her grandparents friend. And who is that son of a Friend she is send to live with? Our favorite Jewish Baker Alfred (who also doesn’t know she’s a Shelby) !!! And then like Alfie kinda takes her under his wing and cares for her like her grandparents and let’s her work in the legal part of the bakery (while not telling her about his gang b/c she actually wanted a quiet nonviolent life having seen how her parents acted) then one day she’s talking to Goliath for lunch when three men come in and one says his name is Arthur Shelby and then R gets all confused. Because as far as she knows there’s only One Arthur Shelby and the man in front of him is ABSOLUTELY not him (this guys to nice and sober to be her sperm donor). So she starts arguing with him that he’s not actually Arthur Shelby and like “why would he be impersonating such a random drunk who never did anything” and and Arthur being Arthur gets kinda offended and starts arguing back with this random teenage girl (very similar to how he would argue with teenage Ada) that he is in fact Arthur Shelby “Yes I am -no you’re not -yeah I am -no your NOT…. Etc.” and they both just end up bickering and everyone is confused until like John realizes that the she may be taking about Arthur Sr and they figure it out. Idk what would happen next the older Shelby’s would probably like be pissed and ignore her for a bit but I could see Finn being curious would be the first to reach out again kinda excited to have a sibling his age who isn’t as rough as his family and they would get close and then Ada would be the next to follow excited to have a sister. And yeah, idk sorry this is long but basically it would be the Shelby’s having a half sister who ends up in Alfie’s care and only realizes she has siblings after arguing with Arthur about his own name😂😂 you don’t have to though!!❤️❤️❤️

Dear Anon,

This request was amazing, and I don't think my writing can live up to it's greatness. Thank you for entrusting it to me and for waiting forever. I really hope you enjoy it!

Lots of love & Happy New Year!

Warnings: Peaky-type themes + Happy ending

You were crushed as you lay on the worn hardwood floor of your bedroom. All your family was suddenly gone leaving you out in the world on your own. In a year you would have an impressive estate to fall back on, but as for now, it was their request to send you to England. You looked up at the floral wallpaper suddenly determined to commit it to memory, once you walked out that door this, this, this energy…. You struggled to label what exactly would be ripped from you once you walked out the door. All you knew was that everything would become real the second your feet touched the bottom of the front steps.

The possibility, no matter how stupid, of them simply being on a long trip would become a distant dream. They would officially be dead.

They had a family friend who had called on the phone to let you know he had arranged everything. His gruff voice made you weary. You didn't like men, but strange men you would live with, in a foreign country? Absolute no. You were very aware that they were probably murdered and if sending you to this man was their wish you knew it was because he would protect you.

Anger was boiling under your skin overshadowing the deep grief you were experiencing. People had you packed up out of your childhood home on a boat before the dirt had been poured over their coffins.

Over the long journey, your mind ran rampant over the finer details of your life. Your father was English, what if this was just an elaborate plot to drag you down into that life. He was an abnormally cruel man, keeping your mum sedated with drugs, and spending her money. What if he was the one to murder them? Getting his hands on you only to gain their estate money…. Your body started to spin out of control at the thought.

Your Grandmother was a Scottish woman with a hellfire temper, seeing what was happening in the home she’d removed you. You squeezed your eyes tightly knowing she’d never be there to hold you again.

They were good people, they taught you to be a good person despite the heartache that came from being stood up and endangered countless times by your parents. You made a promise to yourself that if things were rough, or if they were improper in any way you would leave and use the little money you saved up to find your Grandma’s sister in Glasgow.

After what felt like an eternity, but also a very short and hazy amount of time you had arrived. You watched as black cars pulled up and a very well-dressed man got out. His employees took your suitcases from your hands and you initially flinched at the attention.

Mr.Solomons was massive. Both physically and in personality. He came up to you and squeezed your slender frame in a crushing hug.

“Sorry ‘bout the family, love.” He grumbled.

“Thanks,” You said breathlessly as he squashed you.

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Despite being a rather posh group of people he could tell she’d not been treated properly in her life. Jumpy, timid, and refused to make eye contact. She was bat-shit scared of the situation.

He thought about taking her down to Arrow House. Dropping her off with her proper extended family. Thinking of the New Years' party he attend with the maids whoring themselves out, he thought it best to hold on to her a bit. Thomas was a lot of things and none she would find comfort in. Not that he was much better, but at least the beach house only kept a small staff, two maids, and one cook. All female and all well into their 60’s.

Alfie watched as she slowly settled in after a few weeks. He tried his best to act in a predictable manner in an attempt to scare her less. She asked a million questions about what he did, he knew she wasn't stupid so he told her the lighter version of the truth.

A mistake.

But she eventually calmed down enough to come to dinner and question him some more about morality and ethical values.

Give it another week and she was helping in the front bakery. She made all sorts of treats he’d not heard of before and insisted that single mothers or folks struggling didn't have to pay. He’d wanted to argue but he could still see that she was hanging on by the thread and needed a project more than a business lecture.

She’d finally laugh with her whole belly, and tease him endlessly.

He’d just about gotten used to her presence when everything had to get blown up.

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You were just done telling Alfie that he smelled like a wet dog when a tall man in a funny hat came in.

“Can I help you?” You asked in a hesitant voice. Alfie had disappeared and it was just the man and you in the back warehouse of the bakery.

“Probably not, love. Where’s Alfie then?” There was a sharp edge in his voice that made you absolutely refuse to tell him.

“Who’s asking.”

“Arthur Shelby,” He said waiting for you to run and announce his presence.

“Yeah and I’m the Virgin Mary. Try again.” You crossed your arms across your chest. This is exactly the kind of thing you were expecting. Obviously, he’d send someone to ruin what bit of happiness Alfie had given you.

“Oi! What’s this ‘bout. That’s my fu-ck-ing name”

“No, it’s not. Arthur Shelby is a right useless cunt that’s probably too drunk to stand at this hour. Did he send you here then?”

“That’s- I am a man of God. Now enough of these stupid games. Go get Alfie” He cursed under his breath and you refused to be intimidated by him.

“NO.” You said sternly. “No man of God would pretend to be such a bastard. You should leave.”

“Look! I am on business. Can’t leave till it's done. Now get him the fuck out here”

You both entered a weird staring contest when you heard Alfie come down the stairs.

“Right little brat you have here,” Arthur growled and you sneered at him. “How many Arthur Shelbys are probably out th-”

“Do you mean Arthur William Shelby?” Another man asked stepping into the warehouse.

“See you do know him!” You growled.

“Your dad fucked about, that can’t be much of a shock to you,” Alfie said with a chuckle.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The two men said in unison.

You watched as the men squared up against each other.

“Half-sister” Alfie pointed to you. “Her grandparents took her in when her mum went the same way your mum did. Must be his type.” Arthur looked like he was ready to punch him in the face. “Her Grandparents helped me with business in New York. Left her to me when they knew you lot were the only other option.”

Arthur spat on Alfie’s shoes. “Like you’re a better option?!” He handed Alfie an envelope. “You better call Thomas before I speak to him.” He stood there for a moment obviously contemplating whether he should attempt to fight Alfie or leave. “And this better not be some fucking joke.” He stormed off.

“You’re really his kid?” John said and you noticed the sadness in his eyes. You nodded and he turned around and followed after his brother.

You looked at Alfie and suddenly needed to sit down. He caught you before you landed on the floor. He placed you in a chair in his office.

“I don’t want to know any man -” You shook your head unable to finish the sentence. Obviously, something had to come crashing down. You’d become accustomed to your little cramped bedroom, eating breakfast in his office, and tea out by the water no matter how awful the weather was. He always listened and would ramble on about stuff that seemed completely useless. It wasn't home, but he made it feel more like an adventure. His hands were gripping the sides of your arms.

“Easy now, love.” He said softly. “It’s not that bad.”

“You knew I had family - His family around here and didn't say anything?”

“Well, they left you to me not them -”

“Alfie.”

“I didn’t think you would mix in with them right away. Figured you needed some space from everything.”

“Are they like him?”

“Gypsy trash? Mostly. Thomas is a right mess -” He sighed at your expression. “They aren’t that bad.”

“Lie”

“I like hating him. Were friends for the most part. His family is pure chaos, but he treats them well enough.” He squeezed your arm. “Wanted to give you a bit of time before introducing them.”

Tears started to prickle in the corners of your eyes.

“I wouldn’t send you anywhere I thought wasn’t safe. Despite being a right pain in the ass, you're not a terrible person. Don’t deserve to live with terrible people.”

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Tommy made his phone calls. Got all the evidence together, all of it pointing to him having a half-sister. With this knowledge came a heavy dilemma.

Bring her into the never-ending mess. Or let her live a nice life with all that money.

He thought about her being with Alfie, not much different than having her here?

He groaned pouring another glass of whiskey.

Fucking fuck. He thought about his dad and settled into the familiar acidity of his anger.

He made the phone call.

“Thomas.”

“Alfie.” He took a long drag of his cigarette. “Got my sister there?”

“She’s in bed.”

“Bring her around then. I’ll take her in.”

“She’s not a bloody horse Tom”

“How old is she?”

“18”

“Why bother with her then, eh?” She was an adult no reason to keep her.

“She’s in my care till she’s 19. That’s how it is ‘cross the pond.”

He sore silently.

“Still she’s my family. Should have her here.”

“Exactly what her grandparents didn’t want. I don’t know your father but he did a right number on her.”

“On all of us,” Tommy answered bitterly instantly regretting expressing that to Alfie. He thought of the poor girl and felt for her. “Just bring her around eh? She can decide. But I need to speak with her.”

“I’ll ask her. She’s flighty when it comes to the business though. M’ not having her over there with maids whoring about and men getting shot in the parking lot.”

“Fuck sake! It was one party, ages ago, that got out of hand.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“That’s because you party like fucking savages!”

“We've got kids now- things are different-”

“Fuck off - you lot are always running from things! “

“From what?! All my fucking money?!”

“Alfie?” a quiet voice interrupted whatever he was going to reply with and suddenly the line went dead. Fucking idiot, they always bitch at each other like schoolchildren. Not even Arthur or John act like that.

He climbed the stairs and got into bed next to Lizzie.

“She’s your sister then?” She asked in the dark. He didn't respond. “Can always tell when you're talking to him - shouting your bloody head off.”

“I don’t want her to stay with him. Just the two of them in that dusty house. It’s not right.”

“Have her over then.”

“That’s the plan.”

Lizzie made a soft sound before coming over to press against his side. He didn't sleep.

Waking up in the morning he called the family in. Feeling stupid for overlooking one specific and glaringly obvious issue.

Polly.

The girl stood in the entryway looking equal parts terrified and ready for a fight. Polly looked over the girl in a way that told Thomas everything he needed to know. She’d be a part of the family no matter what anyone wanted to say about it.

Two weeks after Michael left to go back to his adoptive parents. A month after hearing that her daughter had died. Now there was an awkward lanky girl, with eyes that had seen too much, looking back at her. A need was filled.

Looking at Alfie it was obvious that it bothered him. Why he’d grown attached to her, for his sake, better have been a paternal thing.

“We have some business,” He said to the girl once the introductions took place she gave a nod and followed him with her head held high. He wasn’t surprised to see Polly following closely behind her.

Alfie decided to stay in the entryway and harass Arthur some more.

He motioned to a chair and she took a seat looking around the space. Polly’s eyes watched her like she was a showhorse up for bid.

“You knew my father then?” Her face twisted up and he realized he probably could have started things off in a better way.

“Yes. And I’m almost certain he killed my grandparents. That’s why I’m here with Alfie. So if you're in on his plan” She leaned on the desk and stared at him. “I see you.”

“Haven't seen him in years. Don’t need the extra cash either” He motioned to the house. That seemed to appease her slightly as she leaned back into the chair.

“He is an awful man and if this is where he would go when he wasn't drugging my mum or making my life hell then I want nothing to do with you lot.”

“Not here with us.” He confirmed wondering where on earth he was now. “I don’t like the thought of my sister alone in that junk museum with a potential enemy.”

“Alfie’s fine.”

“When he wants to be.” He answer wondering why he cared.

“Same as you, no?” She challenged.

“Look, let’s just get to know each other. We are family, one more at the table is a blessing. We have no other motives going on. It’s not much of a shock that you're here, I just wish it was under better circumstances.” Polly said squeezing her shoulder. “Alfie has been unpredictable in the past, but he is a good friend of the family. Both of you can come around whenever.”

“Thank you.” The girl responded with a small smile. “If we really are all on the same side. Perhaps you could help me find out what happened to my Grandparents?”

“I-”

“Of course, we can, love. We know lots of people in New York.” Polly responded before he could tell her it was better to let these things be forgotten.

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You sat in at dinner and found yourself having to leave the room for laughing so hard. Tommy and Alfie were like cat and dog. If anything they seemed more married than anyone else at the table. They clearly had a long history.

You stepped out on one of the balconies trying to catch your breath. Everyone told you that laugh was not table-appropriate and you didn't want to offend these people.

Suddenly the door opened and Ada walked out. She gave you another look over and touched your cheek.

“Can’t believe I have a proper sister.” She said in a warm tone.

‘Half-” You were going to correct her but she cut you off.

“Same thing. You look like things weren’t the best for you growing up and I wanted to tell you I can relate. I remember dad too clearly. I really wish I didn’t.” She gave you a sad smile and you realized that they had him around all the time when they were young. Not just here and there when he wasn't on long trips.

You tried to say something but just ended up silent hands making an awkward gesture.

“Don’t have to explain it.” She tucked your hair behind your ear. “I hope we can get to know each other better. Do our hair, go out, gossip. I always felt so jealous of my friends who had sisters.”

You thought about how nice that sounded and gave her a nod.

“I’d like that a lot.”

“I’ll warn you though.” Your stomach twisted up waiting for her to tell you something horrible. “Polly’s found out her daughter that was taken from her died, and her son went back to his foster parents recently - it’s a long story - She’s probably going to try and smother you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Every time we see a baby in a carriage she starts crying. It’s not been an easy time for her lately. Just try to humor her if you can. I’ll be staying here for a while with Karl. Nice to have the family around to help out with him.”

“That’s your son?”

“Yes! I’ll introduce you to all the kids in the morning.” She smiled brightly and you got excited at the idea of being an aunt.

“Esme will also probably want to recruit you. The boys always end up outnumbering us so I’m sure she’ll be happy-”

“Stop making me sound like I’m a cult leader!” Esme whispered taking the cigarette out of Ada’s hand. “I’m just saying that Tommy needs to be kept in line - look at her she’s got fight in her eyes!” They both looked at you causing a thick blush to cover your cheeks. Just then Lizzie showed up.

“Oi stop making me sound like a bad wife! I keep in check plenty these days thank you.”

“Maybe you could use another round of that, looking a little tense, love.” Esme pinched her bottom and she slapped her playfully.

“Cult of bad wives or whatever nonsense they were corrupting you with - It’s lovely to have you around. Got a nice laugh.”

“No! I know it’s horrible I wasn't allowed to laugh too much- that’s why I came out here -” You stuttered trying to explain.

“They wouldn't let you laugh?” Polly interrupted closing the patio door behind her.

“I mean it wasn't proper for me to laugh like that.” You crooked your head to the side wondering why that wasn't obvious to them.

“YOU LOT BEST BEHAVE YOURSELVES!” Tommy called out loudly interrupting his current argument with Alfie.

You started laughing again much to their delight.

“As you can see we are not the most proper.” Lizzie did a little wave with her hand.

“You all spend a lot of time together?” Suddenly you wanted to be cool like them. The way they all looked different but so pretty. Esme had wild hair and dark makeup, Lizzie looked like she belonged on the cover of an expensive fashion magazine, Polly looked like a part of her was owned by a force of nature, and Ada was soft but elegant.

“You could say that!” They laughed

“The boys are always out-”

“Better than being alone -”

You nodded. You never had real friends growing up, certainly none like this.

“Don’t worry, love. We will corrupt you in due time.” Esme said with a wink.

You got pulled into the kitchen and watched as they got louder and louder. Loud enough that Thomas came in eventually with his sleeves rolled up and his face red.

“How could you possibly be louder than us eh?” He looked angry till a smile broke out on his face and he went over to kiss Lizzie’s cheek.

“Hope you lot haven’t melted her brains” Alfie grumbled but also looked in good spirits. The rest of the boys, your brothers piled in. Finn was around the same age as you a fact that made your heart hurt a little bit. His dad spent all his time tormenting you instead of being there for him. Would he see that as a blessing or a curse? He shook your hand and started up with a million questions about New York and your funny accent. His friend sat down beside you resting his arm on the back of your chair.

He reached out his hand “Isaiah”

You introduced yourself, shaking his hand. The two boys went back and forth asking different things. It was nice to be with people your own age. The three of you chattered on and then quieted down to listen to Alfie’s story.

You burst out laughing and all the women started cheering you on turning your face a deep shade of crimson.

“I like that laugh,” Isaiah said quietly and the thought of staying around here wasn't so bad suddenly.

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You were torn, but you decided to go back with Alfie in the early morning. Polly made you promise to call once you got it and wrote down eight different numbers to reach her at in case of emergency or just in case I wanted to talk.

You smiled at her and saw a familiar feeling behind her eyes as she kissed your cheek.

On the drive home, Alfie mumbled about how they are a good lot of bad people. Something you would have to embrace unless you wanted to go off on your own.

“Thanks for going with me.” You said once settled in the beach house.

“No need to thank me.” He said brushing you off.

“If I were to go live with them, could I still work at the bakery?”

“Of course.” He gave you a tight smile and you felt bad for him being shut up in the house all the time.

“Can I stay over sometimes too? I love all of them but the kids, and the horses, and its - erm - a lot at times?”

“My house is always open to you, no matter what.” He patted your shoulder and you went off to bed.

Polly fussing over her unsure of what bad stuff had happened to her over the years. Wanting to help her figure out what actually happened to her Grandparents and starting one of those massive pinboards with string in the sitting room trying to help her piece it all together. Eventually, Esme and Lizzie got really invested in helping. Thomas wondering what's going on and poking his head in and all of them shouting at him to leave. Him muttering Women under his breath but sneaking in at night to circle a few things he thought was important in the evidence anyway.

Them actually cracking the case and being surprised when she wakes up to a newspaper on the kitchen table saying that a local Jewish gang was suspected in the murder of Arthur William Shelby Senior.

Being shocked and watching as the family all came over to the house. You finding it weird that they spend more time talking to you about your grandparents than they did mourn their father. Once they were sure you were alright the celebratory drinking started.

Isaiah suddenly always wanting to come over and hang out around Arrow House or Polly’s place whenever you were there. Finn teasing him endless amounts but also making it very clear that if it ended badly that Finn would do his job as your brother.

Alfie coming over constantly to bother Thomas and slowly becoming more of an uncle in your eyes. Always around to cause trouble.

Ruby fell in love with you, always insisting loudly that you had to be the one to carry her around. She’d often bust into your room at strange times to see if you wanted to play. Once you came up to your room to find her asleep in your bed.

Finally being able to laugh and speak your mind about literally anything. Listening to them rant about things or poke fun at you. Shopping, parties, trips to London to shop and party some more. You thought it funny that they would go to parties basically just to watch people and only interact with themselves despite always being around each other. The gossip was always very spicy.

Isaiah and you getting caught kissing on a street corner after a romantic date. A friend of Lizzie calling her saying she saw you. That going dramatically across the phone tree leading to you coming home and getting dragged into the kitchen for whiskey and interrogation. Was it good? Did he use tongue? Where were his hands? Did he walk you to the door or just wait in the car? He did wait to see that you got in right?!

Isaiah dealing with Tommy in the office when Alfie shows up and both of them being over protective dads.

Finally, your 19th birthday rolls around. Finn saying that he felt you might leave, try being on your own for a bit, or that maybe Isaiah would propose. Polly overhearing it and starting to worry about you to the point where she sits you down and has a long talk about what it’s like being on your own and the head of a house, what it's like being married. You interpret this as them feeling like you should leave. Esme catching you in your bathroom crying as she dropped your dress for the party off. Clearing up the misunderstanding she wipes the tears from your face and does your makeup for you. “I’m not ready to be a grown-up.” You whisper looking up at her dark eyes. The warm glow of your pink bathroom makes you feel even smaller. “Look you’ve got a hot boyfriend that your family will literally kill if he hurts you, a hot dress to wear, and your makeup is finally done properly. Party is going to be amazing because I planned most of it. All of this is growing up. With this much love, it won’t be so bad.” She kissed your forehead. “All that stuff Polly told you was about her life. Back then she didn’t have anyone as cool as us watching her back.”

The party becoming an absolute mess with some business deal going on in the background. Isaiah defending her bravely then going in for a big kiss in the middle of the entryway as things around them are falling apart. Guns firing, people screaming and throwing things. The whole thing wrapping up and you sitting in his lap in the kitchen sipping a whiskey out of his glass. The family finally feeling like he earned your attention and leaving you both alone for once.

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