#ch: tommy shelby.

[theshelbyslimited]

this new cillian photo has me SPEECHLESS.

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[cillspropertea]

Flipped

Chapter 15: Showdown

Warnings: Angst, tense situations, mention of past trauma.

This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay. The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders” . Warnings will change per chapter. This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. English is not my first language.

Do not hesitate to comment, reblog and engage. It works as fuel for my writing. 😉💙💙

Synopsis: Her father’s one mistake shall alter her life’s direction forever.

 Word count: 2378

Thomas Shelby

    He walked unarmed and unafraid. Aunt Polly and Arthur accompanied him as directed by the Changrettas. ‘This is it’ he thought to himself. He walked thinking only and only about his son who he could hear crying in the background of the call he’d received with the instructions. “If you harm a single hair on my sons head I swear…” the man on the phone laughed. “I thought you’d be wiser Mr. Shelby! We can do whatever we want with him and you are too danm far away to do anything about it…” Thomas had gulped silently, “Think about that before threatening us again!” and the phone was off.

     God! he would kill them. If he just got the chance, he would die a happy man if he could strangle the men who had dared to touch his son. All three of them strolled silently thinking about anything and everything other than their approaching deaths. Polly was thinking about her son Michael, to whom she did talk one last time on the phone. Arthur was thinking about his pregnant wife Linda and the child he will never get to see if he died tonight. But Tommy was focused on simply getting his son out of there alive and safe.

    He could die tonight, the probability of it was high, but he wasn’t afraid. He hadn’t feared death ever since his return from France. But the end meant he would get to see Grace again. All of their special moments moved like a film in front of his eyes. The way he’d first seen her in the bar, the walks, the talks, her betrayal and their reunion, the result of which was their little Charlie. And then her death, right in his arms, moments after he had professed his love and need for her. But then unwittingly out of nowhere, Esmeralda’s face flashed before his eyes. And the need that filled his heart surprised him. Somehow, if he wasn’t already, knowing her story from Polly had made him feel closer to her, in a very intimate way. She was beautifully broken. And the damage was irreparable, just like his trauma. He wished he could see her one last time before his death. But do what? Say what? He didn’t know. They were literally in the middle of nowhere. They had been directed to walk on the road without any protocols or men and that they would be approached eventually.

    And then two cars stopped before them. Eight armed men came out of them and covered Tommy, Arthur and Polly’s face with bags, tying their hands behind their backs before forcing them into the cars. “Ready to meet your end Shelbys?” one of them yelled before starting to drive.

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   When the bags were taken off they looked around, taking in their surroundings. It was dark and humid, which is probably why it took them a moment to realize it was a movie theater. They were seated on wooden chairs right against the screen. The three of them squinted to see a bit clearer as there were spotlights directly focused on them. There were Changretta men all around them but then in came the man himself, Luca Changretta.

     He clapped his hands slowly, “Isn’t this something now! Quite a show isn’t it?” He asked a man who walked a few paces behind him. Only when he walked further inside did the Shelbys see who it really was. They were all familiar with his face and they shared the exact same amount of hatred for him, if not more. It was Aberama Gold with his son Bonnie in his tow. Their men too held their positions along with the Changrettas.

  “Isn’t this how you killed my father Thomas Shelby? Tied to a chair as you tortured him and tormented him?” Thomas simply stared at him, not giving any emotion away. Luca walked slowly towards him, taking the fedora off, he knelt before Thomas. “Where is my son?” Thomas asked in a monotone voice. “Where do you think?” Luca’s answer made Thomas frown. He slowly stood up and walked back towards the first row seats and sat on one of them. Aberama came forward and knelt before Tommy. He looked weaker than the last time Tommy had seen him. Paler, weaker and tired. His hair were shorter and he had a mustache too “How does it feel Thomas Shelby? To be on the other side eh?” He chuckled. “Not so long ago, you held my daughter captive for one whole night. Did you think, for even a second, how I spent that night? Helplessly knowing what you or your men might be doing to her?” He was shivering, from excitement or fear, Thomas couldn’t tell. He  stared into Aberama’s eyes, unblinking. “If I remember correctly Aberama, You were the one who flipped the coin, didn’t you?” Aberama groaned and grabbed Tommy’s neck as he continued, “You could have walked away from that wager, but you pride and ego came in between your intelligence and daughter’s safety!” Aberama punched him so hard Thomas fell down from his chair, blood dripped down his chin but he did not stop. “What did you do after that eh? You could have saved her, remedied your mistake but yet again you threw that girl to the wolves, making her pay for your faults!” He punched him again” Arthur was struggling so hard but Bonnie came and stood behind his chair, holding him down from his shoulders. They knew Arthur was the muscle and killing machine of the gang, if he went lose, God only knew what would happen next. “I knew what I was doing. I had everything under control!” Aberama said before kicking Thomas on his ribs again and again. Tommy grunted with every blow. 

     Aberama went out of breath and sat down on the ground next to Tommy. “The truth is she would have died over there if I hadn’t come to her rescue.” Polly screamed. Aberama twisted as his eyes landed on her, a new kind of madness spewed in them. “The truth Pollyanna, the truth…” he gulped between his heaving breaths as he made his way towards her now, “The truth is that if you wouldn’t have interfered, Sybill would have been alive today… she fucking died, burned alive because of you!” He came and stood above Polly. She looked up at him and then shook her head with a sigh, “Some people never change, and never learn. What a pity.” She rolled her eyes. “You raped that woman! And then launched that bitch you call mother on her! And you have the audacity to blame me!” She continued “God gave you a chance to remedy that mistake, for not standing up for Sybill, when you could have easily saved Esmeralda by owning up your mistakes but yet again, you chose yourself before everyone! Even your own daughter!” Polly’s voice echoed throughout the hall, “I had a plan. If you wouldn’t have stooped in like that …” Polly cut him off, “She would have died! She would have died like Sybill if I hadn’t!!” Aberama grabbed her face in both of his hands before she whispered, “Once a coward, always a coward!” and she spat on his face with that. Aberama blinked as what had happened sunk in. He wiped his face and smiled before slapping Polly across the face so hard that her chair almost toppled over. Her ear rang but she still spoke, she could not hold herself back anymore, “You destroyed her danm life you know that!” “Someone shut her up please!” Luca said in a bored voice and soon enough one of his men tied Polly’s mouth shut.

      “Just tell me my where my son is, I wish to see him once before you do whatever you want to do with me…” Aberama was still heaving as his feet swayed towards Thomas once more, “You see he was crying a lot, that little fellow, made my heart so sad… and I hate being sad…” He pouted. “So we decided to send him to his mother.” Polly screamed as Arthur struggled to get his hands untied from behind the chair. He pull his hands with so much pressure that the chair broke, startling Aberama. He grabbed him from his neck, wrapping the rope from his hands around his neck.

    Aberama’s men came forward and pointed their guns at Arthur, but didn’t shoot, probably because they weren’t sure if they’ll hit Arthur or Aberama. Bonnie rushed towards Arthur and grabbed him from his neck. “Let go of my father” Bonnie whispered in Arthur’s ears. “He’s okay, the kid is okay now let him go!” and Arthur did. Bonnie tied his hands once more behind a new chair now, and checked Polly’s bounds too while Aberama laughed like a maniac, “Why did you have to spoil the fun boy!? I was enjoying myself…” It was clear Aberama wasn’t used to this much exercise as he couldn’t even stand straight while he made his way to a seat next to Luca. “Your son is fine, we’ve sent him to your house. Your maid would be taking care of him right now as we speak…” Luca said while his mouth played with the toothpick, moving it left to right and right to left again. “We do keep our word Mr. Shelby and abide by the rules made by our bosses too.”  Thomas sighed in relief. But he knew there was something wrong too, he had called Alfie and asked him and his own men to follow them and send help as soon as they could. ‘Where the fuck are they!?’ he thought.

    “What the fuck are you waiting for eh?” Arthur said, “Do it, fucking do it, and be done with it, why don’t you?” he yelled. Luca looked at his watch and walked towards Thomas, steadying him on his knees “You see, in order to have this plan work, we needed people inside your territory. You have such loyal people around you guarding you like dogs…” Thomas scoffed, proud of each and every one of his Shelby family for standing by him like that, “It took me a while but I did figure it out. I found the person who did not only feed me all the happenings of the house but also of your locations and plans as best as they could. They were willing to do all of this just in return of a simple favor…” He walked and crouched behind Tommy, “If they could kill Thomas Shelby themselves…” he gestured one of his men who nodded and walked towards the entrance as he whispered in Tommy’s ear, “Oh! And they’ve been practicing for months just to pull the trigger on your head!” Thomas’s eyes widened as his heart sank at the figure walking in. It was Esmeralda holding her gun in her hands.

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    Esmeralda walked and walked until she stood right in front of Thomas, who looked up to her face, still on his knees on the floor. His eyes were full of accusation and pain of betrayal. He was shocked speechless. The last time when that had happened he couldn’t remember. But out of habit, he regained his speech. He hated giving the enemy the satisfaction that they’d successfully affected him in anyway. Esmeralda was the enemy now, wasn’t she? He laughed and shook his head looking down before staring up at her again, “What’s so funny eh? Don’t have anything sly to spit Shelby?” Aberama barked from his seat. Everyone watched closely at Esmeralda and Thomas. “And here I was thinking of entrusting my son to you if anything happened to me tonight…” It was true. The fact that he’d let this girl get under his skin so danm easily made him want to furious at himself. His heart truly never had his best interest. “You see now huh Polly? Now everything will be back to normal. After killing Thomas, my daughter can proudly come back to her own clan. She’ll be a Gold again. We’ll be back together as a family. Lilly and Elizabeth miss you so much Emmy. You know…” then he stopped himself patting his temple, “How would you know…. The sight of you has literally made me go silly…” He smiled walking closer to Esmeralda. “They are getting married next week! Our little girls!” Esmeralda twisted her neck finally looking at her Father, “I am aware.” Aberama frowned at that a bit but continued, “To the heads of Scamp and Wood clan! They’ll be playing in riches! And once they bare them a son they…” Esmeralda cut him off “They are only thirteen and fourteen!”

    “Doesn’t matter!” Esmeralda scoffed turning back towards Thomas. Luca had gone and sat back on his seat, enjoying the drama but then he whistled, “The chit chat show is over, time to do the deed Signorina or have you changed your mind?” He sniggered. “You look absolutely stunning like this you know! I can’t believe you’ll be my wife soon!” he smiled.

   “So you are in love with him then? And this is for everything I did to you eh? This is for every bad thing that happened to you because of me?” Thomas said as Esmeralda angled her gun right above his temple. “So many questions tonight Mr. Shelby. As if this is our last conversation ever…” He could feel his heart breaking into a million pieces. In that moment he knew it was the end for him and that he was utterly and irrevocably in love with Esmeralda. The pain in his chest was proof enough. But she loved Luca. No wonder she hadn’t even flinched after seeing him with Tatiana. It made sense now. He closed his eyes and let the gun’s mouth scrape his head, silently urging the woman he was in love with to shoot and kill him off. “No…” Esmeralda slightly shook her head, a small smile touching her lips, “This is for everything Polly and your family has done ‘for’ me!” Thomas frowned but before he could respond Esmeralda had pulled the trigger and down went Luca on the floor with the bullet crossing right in between his eyes.  

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[inprometheanfire]

@luckhissoul​ sent: Red Handed: What's one of your guilty pleasures? ( tommy / Justus 

→ make ‘em confess! meme

Everyone knows he smokes cigarettes and opium, drinks whiskey, and is materialistic ― but no one knows of the time when he used to collect broken, irreparable things just to fix them. It shouldn’t be a guilty pleasure, but he’d rather not admit the joy he got from it.

Despite the tough facade, he often enjoys a nice spa day complete with a poolside drink, little umbrella included.

#ch . tommy shelby #oc . justus kowalski #answered meme

[embystarr-blog]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Peaky Blinders (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tommy Shelby/Original Female Character(s), Esme Shelby/John Shelby, Arthur Shelby/Linda Shelby, Grace Burgess/Arthur Shelby, Polly Gray & Tommy Shelby Characters: Tommy Shelby, John Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Grace Burgess, Lizzie Stark, Finn Shelby, Esme Shelby, Linda Shelby, Original Female Character(s), Jessie Eden, Alfie Solomons, Chester Campbell, Michael Gray (Peaky Blinders), Curly (Peaky Blinders) Summary:

Amelia finds Tommy and speaks with him.

#awake my soul ch 10 #i can't believe i managed to have to updates on the same day #but i did #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fic #tommy shelby x oc

[jomarch-wannabe]

Sold (Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader)

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Gold's daughter!Reader

Synopsis: The coin lands on tails

Warnings: Smut 🔞(implied age gap, dubcon/noncon, virginity loss, p in v sex, rough sex, cursing, praise kink, sir kink, choking, overstimulation) Angst (anxiety, crying, manipulation, blood loss)

Author's note: I thought of this on a whim one day and went with it. Definitely a darker portrayal of Tommy.. read at your own discretion.

CH. ONE CH. TWO

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“I’m gonna spin a coin for your yard Charlie.”

“You goin’ what?”

“If it’s heads, Abe here takes all this,” Tommy explained with an extended hand, “with my blessing.”

“Tommy!”

“And if it’s tails,” Tommy paused, flicking his eyes to Aberama's cocked brow. “I fuck your daughter Mr. Gold.”

His face fell stone cold at the proposition.

“What’ll it be?” Tommy asked with a smug expression, dragging a cigarette across his lips. “Heads or tails?”

“Heads.” Abbie spat, straightening his posture to assert dominance.

Tommy’s expression remained unchanged as he twirled the coin between his fingers before tossing it in the air, catching it on top of his hand.

His pale blue eyes glinted as he uncovered the coin, facing tails up. In an effort to contain his amusement his tongue poked the inside of his cheek as his eyes flicked up to Abe.

“A deal is a deal.” Abe coughed, adjusting the collar of his coat, clenching his jaw.

Tommy nodded in acknowledgement as his face cast aglow from the flame of his cigarette. Behind the orange glare you could faintly make out the edge of his lips tugging into a smirk.

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Expensive shoes crunched lightly against the gravel of Thomas Shelby’s driveway as you exited your lift. Your breath hitched in nervousness as the car rolled away behind you, disappearing into the darkness.

With a few hesitant steps you made contact with the door, knocking lightly against the wood. After a few moments a maid named Frances let you in, granting your chilled limbs a satisfying warmth in the lit up foyer.

Her hands fell open out of habit, prepared for your coat. The fabric fell off your shoulders with the shrug of your arms, exposing your skin.

She smiled warmly as she received it, turning from you to place it on a rack. With her back to you, you were granted the privacy to unhide your expression. The heaviness of shame dragged the corners of your mouth into a frown.

She turned to you, attentive with her posture and eyes. “Are you here to see Charlie? A sitter perhaps?” Her brows raised in a sort of put on friendliness.

You blinked, thumbing the beads hanging off your dress. “N-no,” you replied shyly, lifting your eyes to meet hers. “I’m here to see Thomas Shelby.”

Her warm expression melted at the realization, the falling of her lips communicated an unspoken sympathy.

You took in a breath, shaky with anticipation. “Might you direct me to his room?”

“Right, of course.” She shook her head in embarrassment, forcing a smile and guiding you with an extended arm.

As you followed behind her and up the stairs, your eyes flicked over the many paintings on the walls. A blonde woman caught your eye. She was beautiful; framed in a circle of moonlight pouring through a nearby window. Your neck craned, following her eyes, as they did you grew nauseous.

“It’s just down the hall there dear,” The maid directed with a pointed finger, dissolving your trance.

Your eyes scanned over the many doors, stopping at one furthest down the hall. An orange glow spread from under the door, illuminating a path on the embroidered carpet.

“Thank you.” You murmured, keeping your eyes down, and starting down the vacant hall.

She hummed as she departed, disappearing carefully down the stairs.

Hesitant steps carried you down the dark corridor. The shaking of your breath broke the stillness of the air as you grew closer to your fate. A throbbing commenced in your head as you stopped, hovering inches from the door.

Black shadows moved at your feet, indicating activity on the other side. Swallowing thickly, you raised your fist to hover against the wood. With a heavy breath you knocked lightly, 2 times. A stirring of bed sheets came through the door, making you freeze.

“Come in.” a masculine voice called out, increasing your heart rate.

With his instruction, you turned the knob, twisting it’s cool handle and pushing it open with a creak. Candlelight lit up his figure as you entered the room.

Your chest rose as your eyes flicked over his shirtless form, sprawled under white bed sheets with a drink in his outstretched arm. He was otherworldly. His taut chest was covered in ripples of muscle, decorated with a tattoo. His firm forearms twitched slightly as he thumbed the glass in his hand. Your posture stiffened as you closed the door behind you, not removing your eyes from him.

“So you’re Gold’s daughter eh?” He asked, although already knowing the answer. His eyes hungrily scanned your body as he awaited a response.

“Y-yes.” You subconsciously played with the hem of your dress as his piercing blue eyes drank you in.

“What’s your name?” The bed springs squeaked as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, reaching to sit his drink on the nightstand.

Your breath hitched at the quiet thud against the wood. “Y/n, sir.”

He was quiet for a moment, suppressing a groan at your pet name. “That’s a lovely name.”

Your eyes wandered to his shifting hips as he neared you, growing taller with every step. The thin white fabric of his boxers scarcely hid the print of his length.

“Y/n.” He repeated to himself, admiring you with parted lips. Your attention moved to him as your name dripped off his tongue. In closeness you could smell his cologne, almost taste it.

I’m curiosity he extended a finger out to brush your cheek, tracing your soft, youthful skin.

The contact made your face burn, unfamiliar with the feeling of a man’s touch.

He pulled away in surprise, studying you with furrowed brows.

His gaze was dominant, powerful, making you feel small and submissive in his presence. His proximity was arousing, close enough to feel his body heat warming yours.

“Are you a virgin?” His voice was low and gravely, making your stomach sink.

You couldn’t help your eyes from watering, both in embarrassment and fear. “Y-yes sir.”

“Fuck.” He groaned, clenching his jaw.

You shifted your weight on each foot, unsure if he was aroused or regretful.

“I’ve never taken a man Mr. Shelby.” With wide, innocent eyes you studied his face. His captivating crystal eyes, his prominent cheek bones, then down to his pink, plump lips, glistening with saliva as he pulled his bottom lip into his teeth.

You mimicked him subconsciously, growing in desire as you studied his masculine features.

His eyes met yours making you gasp softly.

Without warning he closed the gap between you, capturing your mouth in his.

The impact pushed you back slightly, if not for his hand on your back you would have stumbled over.

His breath fanned your cheek as his lips hungrily caressed yours, sucking at your mouth with his.

Your heart pounded with adrenaline, both in arousal and fear.

Your neck craned as you clumsily kissed him back, steadying yourself with your fingers against his shifting jaw.

He groaned at your touch, pulling away from you with a pop. Your eyes fluttered open at his retreat, finding his lust blown pupils, glistening in the amber light.

His hand slid up your back in eagerness, though not rushed, reaching for the top zipper. The feeling of his hands on your body send chills down your skin.

Your dress loosened as he pulled down, nearly exposing your chest if not for your hand catching the falling fabric.

“Wait..” your voice trembled, blinking in fear. His fingers loosened from the zipper at your protest.

“It’s just,” you breathed in, chewing your lip as to not grow upset, “I’m afraid.”

In amusement his mouth curled into a half smile, exposing his teeth, intrigued by your innocence.

Don’t worry love,” he leaned into your ear, muttering lowly with a gravely tone, “I’ve got the best cock in England.”

There wasn’t sarcastic tone in his voice, rather a seriousness, a confidence that rolled off his tongue. The thought made your stomach twist.

“Let me see you.”

You obliged, knowing it was a command and not a suggestion. Slowly, your hand lifted from your chest, allowing the gown the fall down your body.

It hit the floor with a soft thud, exposing your youthful figure. A chill raised on your skin at your bareness, causing you to shiver slightly.

He pulled back from your ear, taking time to admire you. His mouth fell agape as he took you in. Your slender shoulders, narrow hips, and pink nipples, erect in the cool air.

“Christ.”

Instinctually you covered yourself, hiding your breasts and core with trembling hands.

Your couldn’t face him, instead finding your gaze on the floor, watching your feet shift against the velvety carpet.

He shook his head, stepping towards you, bumping into your arms with his abdomen.

Your head tilted at the new angle, finding him looking down at you past his nose. “Don’t hide from me love.”

Your skin warmed as his large hands grasped your wrists, making your heart pound as he easily pulled them from your body.

“I need to fuck that little cunt.” He breathed to himself, exploring his hands up your skin, leaving goosebumps in their place.

Anticipating his cock inside of you made your stomach twist in knots.

His hands stopped at your shoulders, making you stumble backwards as he maneuvered you to the bed. The wood frame met your heels as you met the edge.

“Lay back love,” the force of his hands gently pushed you backwards, lowering you onto the mattress.

You sucked in a breath as the soft comforter swallowed your small frame, leaving you sprawled open. His eyes flicked over you with a predatory gaze, clenching his jaw in arousal as he scanned your body, ready to receive him. Your hair spread underneath you, rippling in soft waves across his sheets.

He worked his boxers down with his thumb, causing your chest to rise as he shuffled the fabric down his thighs.

A patch of dark hair exposed itself at the movement, before finally revealing his half hard cock, bobbing towards his toned abdomen.

Your lips parted in intrigue as he fisted himself a few times, growing hard as his thick fingers stimulated his reddened head.

He let out a withheld breath, dipping the mattress with his weight as he crawled on top of you, trapping you in with his outstretched arms.

Your heart was pounding at a dizzying pace as he closed the space between you. His body heat evaporated his scent, cool with lingering cigarette smoke and whiskey. You breathed him in, foreign to the musk of a man.

“I’ll take good care of you love,” he reassured, pulling your attention to him with a hand in your hair. “don’t worry..” he spoke against your lips, pulling you in for a long kiss.

Your eyes fell closed at the contact. His breath fanned your cheek as he tasted you, groaning lowly as he worked his soft lips against yours.

Imagining his skill made your thighs clench, knowing the amount of women he has been with.

Your squirming under him caught his attention, causing him to break the kiss, hovering inches from your face.

“Are you ready?” He asked, scanning over your face with an eagerness in his turquoise blue eyes.

“I have to be.” You mumbled in an uncertain tone, chewing the inside of your cheek.

He let out a heavy breath as he diverted his eyes from you, reaching for his length. You watched him attentively as he grasped himself, lining up with your open legs.

His other hand pinned down your thighs, making you stuck in a breath as he spread your soft flesh with his firm fingers.

With knit brows he pushed himself into your entrance, making you both gasp.

You fisted the sheets at the unfamiliar pressure, growing in intensity.

“Fuck…” He groaned as he worked into you, stretching out your tight walls with his thick cock.

You whimpered in pain as he buried himself inside of you, not stopping until his thighs touched yours.

He pulled out slightly, making your breath hitch as your insides burned.

The sheets wrestled as he changed positions, resting on his elbows to close the gap between you. His length bumped further into you, making you clench around him.

“Mr. Shelby.. I- I can’t..” you whimpered, writhing under him, looking to ease the feeling of fullness.

“Shh..” he soothed, hovering against your ear “It’ll feel good love, I promise.” His lips met your cheek softly, making you let out a breath.

With a concentration in his brow he pulled out slowly, making you gasp, empty and clenching around nothing.

His thick traps impeded your view, only giving you access to his shifting jaw and taut chest pressing into yours.

He plunged into you again with the bucking of hips, quicker this time, forcing himself inside of you.

You squeaked at the movement, feeling a pressure in your walls as he claimed you.

He began a steady rhythm, chasing pleasure with shaky breaths as he rocked in and out of you at a quick pace.

Your eyes squint shut as he stimulated you, sheathing you with his cock. The hair of his thighs tickled yours as he pounded in and out of you, rocking the bed.

He groaned lowly as you squeezed him, and began to pick up his intensity, harshly colliding with your body.

“Oh fuck..” he groaned with knit brows, fucking you hard. “Good girl, squeeze me like that.”

His praise withdrew a whimper from your throat, encouraging you to slide your hands over his back. Your fingers explored the muscles of his shoulders, shifting with his movements.

The continuous intrusion of his length nudged a spot inside of you, making your toes curl.

“Mr. Shelby..” you whined, holding onto his shifting shoulders for leverage. His body was warm and tough with muscle.

Your sounds encouraged him, and he rutted into you harder, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of you, sending bursts of pleasure down your legs.

Your nails dug into his flesh subconsciously, kneading his skin damp with sweat. He groaned, aroused by the pain of your nails in his flesh.

His breathing labored as he fucked you, fanning your face as his forehead fell against yours. You were spilling in arousal, squelching with his every movement.

Rapid breaths escaped your parted lips. Chasing the feeling, you arched your back, bumping into his chest. His sweat covered skin rubbed against yours as he fucked you.

“Are you close?”

Numb with pleasure your head nodded, unable to form words.

“Good girl..” he praised breathlessly, “good girl..” He rocked into you forcefully, moving your body back and forth on the mattress.

“I’m gonna-“ you paused, stunned by a wave of pleasure from his calculated thrusts, “Mr. Shelby..” your whimpered, helpless as your muscles tensed underneath him.

“Come for me sweetheart,” he panted, burying his head in your neck, “come for me.” His deep gravely voice pulled you over the edge.

“Oh fuck!” You yelped, convulsing as waves of pleasure wrecked through your body.

Your eyes squeezed shut in euphoria, mouthing incoherent words as he fucked you through your high, murmuring against your skin.

He moaned deeply as your spasming walls squeezed his length, making his pace waver for a moment.

“Fuck..” you moaned, wrestling the sheets with your squirming.

He didn’t stop, relentlessly fucking your overstimulated entrance with his thick length.

“Mr. Shelby.. it’s too much..” your nails dug into his back in pain.

“I’m almost there love,” he panted, red in the face as he neared his high.

His length continued to pry into you, deeper and harder as his desperation grew.

You squirmed instinctively, pulling yourself away from his cock.

He intercepted your resistance with a firm hand sliding up your throat. His grasp caught the breath in your lungs, making your eyes water.

“Fuck.. stay put love..” he groaned lowly, nudging his nose against your neck as he rutted in and out of you.

Your eyelids drooped at the pressure, lazily following the shifting muscles in his back.

“Ahhh..” he groaned deeply, flexing his core against yours. “Oh fuck…”

He came undone at last, emptying himself into you with a loud groan. “Christ..” he cursed with an open mouth, bucking his hips against yours as his warm seed filled you up.

His grasp tightened slightly as he tensed, unleashing a tear down your cheek and onto his hand.

His pace slowed to shallow rocking, as he came down from his high. Once satisfied, he pulled out with a slick wet noise, making your thighs shake.

His hand released from your throat as he caught his breath, lifting his head from yours to hover above you. His forehand fell against yours in exhaustion, leaving a bead of sweat on your face.

Without saying a word he leaned in, kissing your damp skin, removing the wetness with his lips.

You clenched your jaw, trying best to keep your emotions as bay as you turned your head from him, softly sniffling.

He pulled away from you, rolling to his back with a satisfied sigh as he reached for a cigarette on the nightstand.

While he was occupied you sat up slightly, pulling the covers over your exposed limbs.

As you did so your eyes caught a glimpse of red on the sheets. They wandered to your open thighs, widening at the sight of smeared blood.

You held a hand to you face, blinking in shock and turning to Tommy, “There’s blood!”

Your hand on his forearm turned his attention to you. “It’s okay love,” he took a drag of his cigarette, inhaling a fair amount of smoke, “It’s normal.” His free hand reached for yours, smoothing over your knuckles with his thumb as he let out a puff of smoke through pursed lips.

His touch unleashed a flood of tears from your eyes, which you quickly covered with your hand as they trickled down your face.

You sucked in short breaths, crying against your hand as your body shook.

“Eh, what’s the matter?” He asked softly, reaching for you.

You shook your head, refusing to speak the truth, instead letting it out in the form of tears, forming dark circles on his sheets.

“Talk to me love,” His voice held a tone of sincerity as he kept his eyes to your frame. “Please.”

You took in a shaky breath, swiping your face before letting down your hand. “I’m just a body to you.”

Your gaze was emotionless, frozen on the yellow wallpaper in front of you, dancing over each flower design.

With enough courage you turned your head to face him, pulling your watery eyes to his. “I don’t want to just be a body Thomas.”

The sound of his name on your lips made him freeze. It was vulnerable. Desperate. His cold expression fell, replacing with one of sympathy and warmth in the flicking of his eyes.

“You’re not.” He shook his head, putting his cigarette down and smoothing his other hand over your arm. You leaned into his touch, sucking in a shaky breath through your mouth and rolling onto his chest.

“You’re not just a body to me love.” He spoke against your hair, smoothing over your back with firm strokes.

You nestled against his chest, focusing on the sounds of his shallow breathing against your ear, slowing your tears.

“I’ll make you more than that.”

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[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

From a draft for Ch.1 of Tommy x autistic!reader fic

“There’s a woman on my mind, and there she stays. No matter what I do,” he takes a long drag of his cigarette. Slow and deep.

“Sounds quite bothersome,” you paused “she isn’t dead is she? It would be rude of me to call a dead person ‘bothersome,’ I think.”

A twitch at the corner of his lips hints at humor. You couldn't know that for Thomas Shelby, that was as close to a smile as many had gotten in several months. He exhales smoke from his nose, it curls around his head in a loose halo, “As far as I know she is alive and well."

“Did she leave on her own or did you shoo her away to try to be kind?”

A short, humorless chuckle escapes his lips. Either at being called ‘kind,’ or at your bluntness. It is hard to say. The halo dissipates in his loss of composure, “She was smart. She left.”

Thomas Shelby doesn't look at you terribly often. He seems to avoid meeting your gaze. It's not entirely unwelcome. Sometimes, when people look at you for too long, it feels like something is being asked of you that you cannot give. Thomas just looks out the window. Like you tend to do. But not quite. He's thinking. He's drifting. Drifting right out the window and back towards someone he wants to forget but can't stop talking to you about.

“Must be hard for you to be so arrogant and self-loathing all at once,” you state with sincerity.

He looks at you, for the second time in an hour, and gave you a nod in affirmation. "Whiskey helps."

"It clearly doesn't."

"It's a joke."

"It isn't funny."

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[toms-cherry-trees]

Don't Hold My Hand (I'll Break Your Heart) || Tommy Shelby x Fem OC ~ Ch. 1

Summary: Charlotte begins her new life at Arrow House, where things prove to be more daunting than she thought. The first bits of Tommy's past are uncovered

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Tommy being a violent insolent ass. Usage of period accurate ableist terms for a disabled person

Author's note: SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY! Life and health got in the way and I had a massive writer's block for this story. This one is more to law background for what is to come but I promise it will be worth! Next chapter is already on the works and I have it mostly laid out

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The clattering of broken porcelain disrupted the peacefulness of the Friday morning, the shards of white and the remnants of breakfast spread over the hand woven carpets. Thomas had launched the plate with masterful precision in what Charlotte could only describe as an adult sized temper tantrum akin to a spoiled toddler. The teacup had followed a similar fate, ruining the expensive fabrics furthermore. 

Charlotte had been working for a little over three weeks in Arrow House, and so far, things had progressed worse than she had originally anticipated. Enough to make her reconsider her vocation.

Thomas Shelby proved himself to be an almost unconquerable adversary, resisting tooth and nail every effort she made to help him in any way, shape or form. He refused aid in leaving the bed and dressing in the mornings, choosing instead to spend the best part of an hour struggling and cursing while Charlotte watched from the side, exasperated at his bullheadedness, but always within reach and ready to jump to his aid. He preferred his hair and beard to grow long and scruffy rather than allow her to give him a trim and shave; when Charlotte told him the castaway look didn’t suit him, he didn’t even cast a shadow of a smile. Any medicine served by her hand would be unjustly spilled or discarded, and even something as innocuous as a glass of water would be treated as if Thomas had been served poison straight from the bottle. She often had to sip or taste foods in front of him to prove she meant no harm.

That morning, he had refused to eat for the second day in a row, demanding to be served only whiskey or gin and his pack of cigarettes. He had been cross from the moment he woke up, all because Charlotte had laid his clothes on his bed within his reach to make it easier for him to dress unaided and grant him a piece of the independence he craved. She had even set a basin and cloth in a stool by the bed so he could have a morning wash to the best of his abilities.

Exhausted already with his mulish behaviour, she sat in front of him, ready to convince him by all means necessary, including force, to get him to have a bite. But no sooner had she sat next to him, he had flipped over the carefully arranged breakfast table, sending scrambled eggs and tea in every direction and destroying a most lovely set of blue crockery. Splatters of food stained the white apron and foresleeves of her uniform. A muscle ticked in her jaw, but she refrained herself from throttling Thomas and instead stood up slowly, hands laced and an amiable smile tugging at her lips, showcasing a patience that had begun to wear thin.

“You have to eat, Thomas” Charlotte spoke slowly, as if that way that man would somehow understand and change his attitude; but sooner would pigs fly than Thomas Shelby agreeing with anyone other than himself. He ought to be commanded on his determination to be obtuse. 

“And I said I don’t want to” He quipped, watching in near amusement as Charlotte dropped on hands and knees to gather the broken porcelain inside the empty water basin, using the cloth to protect her hands and wipe the food. She knew she could just call a maid in to do the dirty job, but back in the old days, nurses acted as caretakers, maids, cooks and everything in between. She didn’t see the point of calling a girl all the way from downstairs for so little; and besides, she didn’t want witnesses on her failure to control her patient, nor subject another innocent soul to undeserved wrath. 

“You need to eat to take your medicines, Thomas. Or you will ruin your stomach” The first couple of days he tried to force her to call him Mr. Shelby, but she quickly shot it down. Long gone were the days when she would have called him Sergeant Major Shelby and she would have been Nurse Tindall. They were Thomas and Charlotte, whether he approved or not. She would not give him even the slightless space to think himself superior to her in any way.

He waved his hand, dismissing her concerns as mere nuisances, as he did with every other thing she did for him. Thomas rejected the medicines daily, especially the pain medicines, but Charlotte knew better. Her sharp eye soon noticed how the liquid inside the bottles would remain the same and then suddenly drop a considerable amount overnight; Thomas didn’t retain enough usage of his legs to walk long distances unaided, but he surely had enough strength of body and mind to stagger towards the cabinet where she kept the vials and bottles. He drank his fill, even if he denied it, and surely more than he should.

“I’m not taking those fucking things” He snapped “Now get out of my room” He maneuvered the chair towards the doors leading to the veranda. If allowed to, any day he would move his bed and desk out there and just spend the rest of his days staring at the trees and the horses trotting in the paddocks, feeling the kiss of the sun in his skin and enjoying the breeze carrying scents of earth and trees. The first days, she offered Thomas many times to take him out for a walk in the gardens, or even take him to the paddocks; but he shot down every attempt with a ridiculing sneer and some less than kind words

Frustrated but not yet defeated, Charlotte tossed the last of the broken porcelain into the basin, perhaps with more strength than she should, and carried it downstairs towards the kitchens. As she descended the grand staircase, she made a conscious effort not to look at the paintings. For whenever she walked past them, she felt Mrs. Shelby’s penetrating gaze following her steps.

Her portrait outshone all the others, hanging front and centre overseeing the foyer. Blonde hair curled fashionably, clad in an emerald green frock with golden trimming and covered in jewels, from the impressive necklace to the heavy earrings hung with pearls. The frame stood as tall as two people, engraved mahogany wrapped in gold leaf. Her icon dominated the house, seen in multiple photographs and smaller paintings in every room. But none matched the opulence of that one, and none unnerved Charlotte as much. 

She had the portrait, but she didn’t have the person. In three weeks, not once had she come face to face with Mrs. Shelby. True, her duties limited her only to the second floor and occasionally the kitchen, but surely a wife would come to visit her husband every now and then? Charlotte never asked, as she had no reason nor true desire to know of her whereabouts, and simply assumed she was away, perhaps visiting family or on a trip to the new world.

But even then, it puzzled her to think she would leave behind her young son. Little Charlie, who lived his days surrounded by nannies since no one seemed to have time for him. Thomas seldom saw him; only when someone brought the toddler directly to him did he gift the boy some insipid paternal love in the form of a ruffle of the hair and a pinch of the cheek. These encounters distressed the boy, who pouted and whined most of the time, as if feeling himself endangered by Thomas’ presence. A child so isolated from his father he no longer recognised him as a source of safety. 

As Charlotte entered the kitchens, she came face to face with Mrs. Gray. The woman seldom left the house either, but unlike Thomas, for vastly different reasons. She spent her day, morning to bedtime, divided between meetings, phone calls, paperwork and more meetings. Arrow House housed the family’s race horses 

and she spoke daily with the trainers and the vet, as well as with a pudgy, bald man who came exclusively to deliver a foal. Men also came to the house, seeking to see Thomas but never making it pass the impenetrable barrier of his formidable aunt. They always spoke outside, as far as possible from prying ears, and left as swiftly and quietly as they came, more often than not pocketing paper envelopes or packing suitcases in the trunks of their cars. Charlotte never asked, having taught herself quickly to turn a blind eye to whatever happened under the roof that wasn’t supposed to. She had been hired to care for a man, not to keep tabs on the family affairs. 

But Charlotte suspected she also wanted to keep an eye on things, mostly on how Lottie and Thomas got along. It did not go unnoticed, how often Charlotte found her lingering outside the double doors or standing halfway through the grand staircase, always within earshot, but always with an excuse perched upon her lips should she be caught. Perhaps she just wanted to ensure Thomas behaved; or maybe stood at guard ready to catch Charlotte before she could flee the job in panic.

Now, she sat at the large wooden table sipping tea and nibbling biscuits, the newspaper spread in front of her. Despite her high status within the house, she could often be found having her meals downstairs alone, eating roasted goose and lamb chops and drinking oak aged whiskey while sitting on benches of coarse wood and warmed up by the cooking stove, her finely made clothes impregnating in the smell of smoke and onions. Charlotte knew the Shelbys had come bottom to top, but sometimes it appeared they hadn’t quite settled there comfortably. At least Mrs. Gray seemed to enjoy climbing down a few rungs in the ladder every now and then. 

Charlotte avoided eye contact with her at all costs as she fetched the garbage bin, her back turned to hide the basin from view as she tipped the food and shards inside. She tried to do it silently, but nothing could mask the unmistakable sound of broken porcelain and guilt. 

“He did it again?” Her voice broke through the silence, making Charlotte flinch instinctively, although the words only carried shame and tired exasperation, feelings shared by both women. Still she felt like a child, caught by her mother failing miserably at a task she promised she would accomplish easily.

She straightened her back and turned around oozing improvised confidence, smile never faltering as she faced her employer, the basin perched in her hands in a way that hid the porridge stains inside. No one would dare look at her and think that Thomas had slowly but steadily driven her to her wits’ end. No, they had to just take one look at her and immediately be assured that everything was perfect. She had to be the image of calm and composed, even when she just wanted to rip out her hair.

“Just a mishap, Mrs. Gray, nothing to be concerned with. I misplaced the tray and knocked it over when I stood. I promise it won’t happen again” The smile widened just enough to appear reassuring, perfectly matched with her soothing voice. She would sooner concoct a dozen lies than admit she might have found her match in the likes of Thomas Shelby. Charlotte was not foreign to difficult patients; men too prideful or obstinate to welcome help even at their lowest point. But they all bent the knee sooner or later. Everyone had a limit, a line that once crossed forced them to admit defeat. She just had to find Thomas’ line, wherever it drew. Surely no mortal man could be so obdurate.

The corner of Mrs. Gray’s lips rose in a half smirk, a glint of bemusement in her features; she knew liars and tricksters when she saw them, even if they only carried good intentions on their false words. She could smell them from fifty paces.

“You must have launched yourself from the seat then, since I could hear the plates crashing from down here. As if it flew across the room purposefully” Heat rose to Charlotte’s cheeks but she did not waver in her stance. Her lips parted to speak, but Mrs. Gray beat her to it, standing up and rummaging through the cupboards.

“Sit.” The order was spoken softly, but an order nonetheless. 

Lottie swallowed “There’s no need. I left Thomas alone and-”

“He can survive for fifteen minutes, and you look like you need a cup”

Defeated, and secretly glad to have a break, Charlotte abided, taking a seat and leaving the basin carefully hidden under the table. Soon a cup of tea steamed before her, Earl Grey with no milk and three sugars. She stirred it with the spoon tiredly, letting the metal heat up in her hand, but she couldn’t find it in her to bring it up to her lips as a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over her.

A comfortable silence lingered, broken only by the occasional servant who headed to the kitchen, but turned and left the second they saw the two women sitting there. Peering through her eyelashes, Charlotte noticed Mrs Gray didn’t even look in her direction, more focused on her breakfast and her newspaper, waiting for the younger woman to speak first. Lottie sipped her tea, hoping the soothing liquid would undo the knot she felt in her stomach every time she found herself in Mrs. Gray’s presence.

“He is difficult” She admitted, feeling like an officer admitting to the general that they had lost a battle. The battle, but not the war; she hadn’t sunk so low yet “And you warned me so, and I believed you because I saw it myself when I met him. But I thought he was just another veteran embittered with life that just needed the nudge in the right direction. I thought- “

“That you could help him” She completed the sentence with an understanding nod, as if she had seen the words written across Charlotte’s forehead. As if those piercing, dark eyes granted her the power to read others’ minds. And more than once, Lottie believed the Shelby matriarch possessed some skills that could only be described as magic or a sixth sense. She saw beyond the range of the normal eye, that much she could tell. And now the woman saw through Charlotte as easily as if she had been made of glass.

“But now he has proved to be more than you can chew'' The words didn’t come off as reproachful or taunting. Mrs. Gray didn’t seem to find joy in the admission of her defeat; rather she sounded empathic, as she could easily understand her plight. And she did, considering that she had been the one burdening the weight of her nephew’s care in between the cracks. Only she knew to a personal level the difficulties that came with caring for the ailing; worse even when they are your family.

Charlotte took a long sip, letting it soothe her nerves. Because if she freed her mouth to speak, she might say something she would regret; such as that maybe she overestimated her abilities for the job. Common sense told her that no amount of money could be worth being subjected to such treatment, but the sense of duty that pulled at her whenever she stared into Thomas’ eyes overpowered said logic. He had given all he had for the sake of duty, and Charlotte could not deprive him of the care she could provide him just because he behaved like an insufferable prick. 

“Has he always been like this?” The question left her mouth without permission. A question that had been circling in her head since the first day. War had changed them all, but such an attitude had to have a foundation. She had managed to rip out smiles from men who had been maimed, disfigured and ruined beyond help. Thomas only reciprocated her efforts by giving her the overwhelming desire to smack him around “I know he is angry, and he is entitled to it. But…” She shook her head “He is unlike anything I have met before”

“Tommy has that effect on people” Mrs Gray replied “He always had a special talent to be unsettling to others for various reasons. Even as a teenager. And he never withstood being seen as weak or defenceless.” She pushed aside the breakfast and newspaper to lean in closer to Charlotte, those deep eyes of hers fixed upon the young nurse.

“Before all of this happened, back when he was…normal” She grimaced at that word, and so did Charlotte. He was not abnormal, just different “He prided himself in dominating every room he stepped in. In the fear and respect he inspired on others. People looked at him and they lowered their eyes and shut their mouths. They moved out of his way when he walked and tipped their hats in his direction. No one spoke before he did. If he told a man to act like a dog, you can be damn sure that man would bark and wiggle his tail. No one went against him”

Mrs. Gray leaned back again, hands laced before her, her multiple rings making quiet sounds as she wrung her hands tightly “Having people looking down at him, seeing him as a broken and useless thing, it is something he cannot handle. As if all the power he once held slipped between his fingers like sand. So he overcompensates with his temper.If he cannot make you look up at him, he will make sure you feel inferior to him” The words resonated with Charlotte, and they made sense, in a sick way. If he could not tower over others, he could only diminish them to keep them under his foot. And he redoubled those efforts with Charlotte, who acted unwilling to bow her head.

“Is he the same with all his family? I mean, how does his wife stand him?” Another embarrassingly indiscreet question she didn’t mean to pronounce but could not be taken back now. Besides, the opportunity to sate her curiosity had presented itself so easily she could not let it go to waste. Whoever he had married, the poor woman had earned the key to the pearly gates for putting up with him. 

Mrs. Gray’s expression darkened, her lips downturning into a scowl and her shoulders tensing noticeably “She doesn’t. She didn’t” She sighed slowly, taking her sweet time to pick out a cigarette from the golden case “When his problems began, Tommy distanced himself from her. He refused to share her bed. You can imagine why” She took a long drag, exhaling the smoke through her nose as she stared at the wall behind Lottie “She didn’t try to bridge the gap; if anything, she made it bigger. I suppose when she said in sickness and in health before the altar, she hadn’t expected sickness to be like this. No respectable woman wants to be married to a cripple” Contempt and bitterness laced the words, her lips scrunched like she had tasted bile. 

“One day she left, as simply as that, fled in the night like a common criminal. Took the jewels and the money and boarded the first steamboat for America. Didn’t even think to take her son with her” Mrs. Gray spoke of the act with undeniable hatred; a hatred only a mother could muster, witnessing another mother abandoning her young child without a second look. 

The revelation shocked Charlotte, and a wave of sympathy flooded her suddenly. To lose the ability to walk, to lose his superiority, and also his wife? Even though it did not justify his actions entirely, it did allow him some slack. Any person in his position would harbour anger towards the world, but that didn’t mean he had to release it on every soul that crossed his path 

“What happened then?”

“Sent a lawyer to handle the divorce for her. I thought Tommy would fight her with everything he had, but he didn’t. He simply agreed to give his signature on the condition she left Charlie to him. And she did. Signed off her rights to her own baby for some American cock” She spat aside, as if riding herself of venom; as if speaking of that woman would be enough to poison her

Charlotte sat there baffled, still processing the information she had just received. To think that the woman whose face she stared at every day had abandoned her family, her husband and son, and yet her picture remained up there in the wall, in the place of honour like a venerable goddess. Tommy had given her the divorce to set her free, but he refused to let go of her memory. Out of love or to preserve it for their son she couldn’t tell. Pity crept into her, as much as she didn’t want to. It showed in her eyes and her face, in the way her posture dropped and how her hands lowered to her lap. 

“What a horrible thing” She lamented, her tone dropping an octave as she shook her head in disbelief “How could she do something like that?”

“Not many are willing to be a lifetime caretaker. You should know that better than most” She snuffed the cigarette on the table, leaving a little darkened mark along countless others, no doubt all of them of her own creation.

“Charlotte, there is a reason why I chose you to come instead of putting up an advertisement and letting candidates flock in like birds. You are resilient, I can tell just by the way you smile every morning at Thomas even when he yells and curses and breaks things at your feet. He is difficult and you are strong willed” The hint of a smirk returned to her face, a certain mischief glinting in her eyes “I know Thomas will eventually give in to you. Just give him more time” 

More time. How much more? She could only take so much, and even the most cheerful person in the kingdom would find themselves chipped away by constant berating and mistreatment. But she had made herself a promise, to pick up this lost cause and not drop it. Mrs. Gray counted on her and trusted her, otherwise she would not have made her privy to the secrets of Thomas’ life. And that pulling she felt, that unexplainable and irrepressible sense of protection she felt for him, whether he liked it or not.

She had never been one to believe in otherworldly things, but she knew, unconsciously, that she had been put in Thomas’ path for a reason. A duty she could not abandon. Because if she dropped his cause, there may be no one else to pick it up.

Charlotte finished her tea and took a deep breath. The conversation had renewed her vigour and boosted her confidence in the task ahead. She stood from the table and smoothed down her apron

“I won’t give up on him, Mrs. Gray. I know he needs help and I will be there for it, no matter how much he pushes me away”

Mrs. Gray smiled; not a smirk, but a sincere smile.

“Good to hear. He will need someone now more than ever”

That little bit puzzled Charlotte, her eyebrows furrowed and head slightly cocked to the left

“What do you mean by that?”

Mrs. Gray stood up, a new cigarette perched between two fingers. She let expectation build up as she went through the process of selecting a match from the box to light her cigarette

“A doctor is coming in a few days. A new therapist from London, expert in wounded veterans he says”

She flicked the butt of the cigarette with her nail, as if debating whether or not to continue.

“He thinks he can make Tommy walk again”

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[peakyswritings]

Of Biscuits and Memories || Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: During one of their nightly talks, Nina shares with Tommy way more than just biscuits as old memories rise to the surface.

Warnings: mentions of loss of a loved one, no proofreading, English is not my first language.

A/N: written for @look-at-the-soul ‘s grandma’s series. Again, this was such a beautiful way to honour your grandma, and I’m sorry I’m so late🤍

Nina is the OC from my ongoing Tommy Shelby x OC series Heart, Body and Soul. This takes place somewhere between chapter 4 and 5. It can be read as a standalone. It’s also linked to this moodboard and this post.

Word count: 1.1k

Read CH. 6 HERE.

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“Here.” A plate full of biscuits was put on the table in front of Tommy with a thud, the inviting smell immediately filling his nostrils. “Try them.”

Tommy’s lips slightly curled up at one corner, and once again he couldn’t resist the temptation to tease her. Putting on his most serious expression, he squinted his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “You’re not trying to poison me, are you?”

In the dim light of the kitchen, a glimpse of mischief shone in Nina’s dark eyes as a grin threatened to make its way on her face. “You weren’t supposed to find out.”

A chuckle escaped Tommy’s lips as he shook his head. They looked delicious, he had to admit. And even though he’d never been a big eater, observing the biscuits he couldn’t help but feel his mouth almost water. Eventually, he grabbed one of the biscuits to take a bite. The pastry easily crunched between his teeth, contrasting with the sweet cherry jam that melted on his tongue. They were delicious. And Nina must’ve noticed the appreciation in his expression, because a smug smile appeared on her face.

“They’re good.”

“It’s my grandma’s recipe. She used to make them all the time, when I was a child,” she explained, her gaze softening at the memory.

When Tommy had met her two weeks prior, Nina hadn’t seemed to him the kind of woman who would make heart-shaped biscuits in her free time. But he had soon realised there were a lot of things he didn’t know about her. And somewhere deep inside of him, he was glad he was getting to slowly unravel her night after night, talk after talk, discovering the hidden parts she seemed to hide from everyone else. It felt like a privilege.

“Tell me about her.”

12 years before

“Can you make them heart-shaped?” the ten-year-old chirped, resting her head on her hands while her legs swung back and forth under the table.

Casting a fake scolding look at her granddaughter, Anna Ferrante poured some flour on the table. “Wouldn’t you rather play with your cousins?”

Nina glanced out of the window, a sad expression crossing her face for a mere second as she watched the other girls chasing each other, their laughter echoing in the big garden. “No,” she shook her head, seemingly recomposing herself. “I’d rather stay with you.”

She brought her gaze back on her grandmother, and observed her wrinkled hands skilfully work the dough. She had always enjoyed watching her cook and bake. There was something hypnotising in the way she added and mixed the ingredients, taking simple elements to give them another shape and create something entirely new. It was as if she was pouring her whole soul into it every time. “Why did you put the flour on the table?” she furrowed her brows.

“So the dough won’t stick to it,” the old woman patiently explained, rolling out the pastry with a rolling pin. “You want to help me?” she asked her granddaughter, handing her a small glass to cut the dough.

Nina’s eyes shone with delight and a big smile lit up her features, showing two dimples at the corner of her lips. Happy to be useful in some way, she quickly grabbed the glass.

“Watch first,” her grandma said before starting to form the first biscuit. “You can use a little spoon to carve a heart inside the dough, after you’ve shaped it. But don’t press too hard,” she instructed, showing her step by step what she was supposed to do. When she was done, she placed the biscuit on a baking pan. “We’ll put the jam when they’re out of the oven, they’re better like that.”

Taking the task seriously, Nina started to carefully shape the biscuits under her grandma’s watchful gaze, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Anna Ferrante took advantage of her granddaughter’s help to slow down. She wasn’t getting any younger, after all, and the things she once used to do with great ease were turning out to be rather tiring tasks. But at the same time, her heart clenched at the thought that Nina felt so out of place with the girls her age that she preferred to spend her time inside. And although her eyesight had lost its sharpness under the weight of the years, she wasn’t blind. Her blurred pupils could perfectly see how much of an outcast she was in her own family.

She was a special child. She had a sweetness to her, a sensitivity that couldn’t be described as anything else but disarming. And it scared her as just as much as it amazed her. Because Nina was good, and the world wasn’t kind, and she would find out way too soon.

“Maybe when we’re done you can go play with your cousins,” the older woman tried again, not wanting to think that her granddaughter actually wished to be on her own.

“They say I’m dark and weird,” Nina shrugged, as if to shake away those words. But then some emotion crossed her eyes, as if doubt was slowly taking root in her mind, and she stopped what she was doing to look up at her. “Do you think I am?”

Anna Ferrante’s lips curved in a sad smile as she shook her head in negation. But watching her granddaughter’s doubtful expression, she was hit by the awareness that she saw and noticed way more than she let on. Without saying a word, she took a napkin and wiped some flour off the child’s nose. Too sensitive, too smart for her own good.

“You’re not weird. And you’re not dark,” she said, looking right in the little girl’s eyes. “You are the sun, Nina. Don’t forget that.”

“Well, it’s gotten late,” Nina spoke after a moment of silence, looking at the clock on the wall. Until then, she had never talked about her grandmother, the pain of her loss had always been too strong for her to even name her. But it wasn’t pain she had felt, while remembering things she had buried deep inside her mind. It was gratefulness. Because she had known her and loved her, and she had been loved by her. Nothing could take that away from her, not even death.

However, there was another kind of grief that kept on raising to the surface, no matter how hard she tried to push it back down. Sometimes she mourned the little girl she used to be. That little girl was not afraid to wear her heart on her sleeve. She was not afraid to be soft. She did not hide herself behind a mask of indifference. A useless mask, because pretending not to care about anything didn’t make the pain any less real. She had butchered that little girl, and reserved her no mercy.

If her grandmother were still there, would she still think she was the sun?

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[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 4: Persuasive

“What kind of rubbish is this?”

The voice is so sharp it jolts me from a deep sleep, making me panic when I try to recognize my unfamiliar surroundings. Oh, right. I’m employed now.

“But Tommy, it’s really good!” I hear Finn complain.

“I don’t care! It’s American rubbish is what it is!” Thomas barks.

As quick as I can, I hastily throw on a robe I find in the closet and peek my head out.

“What’s going on?”

Outside, Thomas is holding the copy Common Sense I gave to Finn yesterday. They both look over and see me, then Finn starts laughing.

“Nice robe!”

Confused, I look down and inspect the robe for any unusual features only to find nothing. “What’s wrong with it?”

“That’s Tommy’s old robe.”

His words send a blush creeping across my cheeks, one that I hope goes unnoticed. “Sorry about that. I was getting dressed in a hurry. What’s all this yelling about?”

Thomas’ jaw tightens and he strides over to corner me against the wall, holding the book in my face.

“Is this yours?”

I nod stiffly. “Yes. I gave it to Finn to see if he’d like it. I’m trying to find him more interesting topics to read-”

“Well, keep your American ideas to yourself. He needs to be educated, not fed ideas of rebellion and philosophy.”

His words send anger coursing through me, waking me up from my dazed state. “Since when do you get to decide if my American ideas aren’t good enough? You may be my boss, but your aunt hired me.” I snatch the book. “If you think my resources are unworthy then take it up with her.”

In a furious rage, Thomas storms down the hall and slams the door, startling Polly who has just come from the other door.

“What’s he on about now?”

“He doesn’t want me to read American literature,” Finn whines.

“What?” Polly scoffs. “That stubborn fool. Verena, I don’t care what he says. I’m sure whatever books you suggest will be efficient.” She puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “I will talk to him. Right now, get cleaned up and ready. Your first lesson with Finn can begin after he’s finished breakfast.”

“Is Thomas always this arrogant?”

She shakes her head in defeat. “He has his mother’s common sense, but his father’s devilment. Lord knows he needs help.”

A thought pops into my head.

“Before Finn’s lesson, I might wish to do some reading or sit in prayer. There wouldn't happen to be a church or chapel here? Or just some quiet place where I could clear my head?”

Polly’s eyes light up. “I’ve got just the palace for you.”

It really is a beautiful church. Not too big, but still grand and modest at the same time. I’m not Catholic but the welcoming atmosphere is refreshing compared to the ugly world outside-

“Oh.” I’m startled to see I’m not the only one here. “Fancy seeing you here,” I speak up.

Thomas doesn’t turn to face me. “Did Polly send you here to reprehend me? Scold me for being too forbidding of your culture?” He says in a darkly taunting voice.

“Actually, no. She said she’d stop by later to give you a personal chat about something important. I’m here to pray.”

Tommy doesn’t argue and allows me to sit in the pew across from him, staying quiet and pulling out a cigarette.

“Those things will kill you, you know. My father smokes too, but I was never a fan of it. Doctors may not agree yet, but I say that smoking only increases the risk of lung failure. Plus, the smell can be unbearable. Especially to children.”

“Are you here to preach or pray, love?” Thomas complains.

I keep my mouth shut and close my eyes for prayer, silently hoping that my family will send for me. I ask for blessings on the entire Shelby family for helping me, even if some of them can be very unlikable at times. 

I’m amazed that Thomas never interrupts me. If anything, it’s as if he’s tried to not make a sound at all since I’ve started. When I finish I see he’s lost in thought, so I quietly stand up and walk down the pews to give him privacy-

“You hate it here, don’t you?” Thomas stops me in my tracks. “That’s what you prayed for, eh? For your family to come get you or for some dashing bloke to come rescue you from this Hell hole? Say what you want about us, but this is our home.”

After taking a calming breath, I pivot and walk back to stand across from him. “Are you always this gallant of yourself? Always assuming everyone is against you?” I put my hands on my hips and look up to face his icy eyes. “Yes, I do wish to leave here. Call it sappy, but I’m homesick! Imagine going from being on vacation to being stranded somewhere alone where the town is like a demilitarized zone and the people are snakes!”

Thomas holds up his hands. “Whoa, whoa! We’re not all snakes.” He leans in and snickers. “It’s the coppers who are the snakes.”

I roll my eyes. “You can be unbearably arrogant. I imagine you’ve got all of Small Heath wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?”

“I can be very persuasive.”

“If you say so,” I shrug and walk back to the door.

“Where are you off to now?” Thomas calls.

“Off to teach Finn’s lesson before you can persuade me to go jump in the river.”

The lesson was a success. Ever since Finn got to read my ‘contrabanned’ books he’s been all but willing to learn. He definitely has his brothers’ ambition and attitude. Polly came in a few times to check up on us and seemed pleased. Even Thomas popped in once to “fetch some cigarettes,” but still couldn’t hide his interest when I began lecturing about macroeconomics.

“How do you know so much about finance?” He outright asks.

Haha, funny story. The truth is that my Uncle Colon liked me best out of all my brothers, and therefore spent extra time with me teaching about the family business. Not my father’s brewery, but the unofficial mob business. I can’t exactly come right out and say “It’s because my family’s in the mafia,” so I decide to do a small white lie.

“I read a lot, so I pick things up here and there.” Not a complete lie.

Tommy arches a brow but appears convinced and walks off down the hall. Once he’s gone, Finn looks at me with a mischievous grin.

“What?” I ask.

“Oh, nothing.” Finn goes back to reading. “I’ve never seen Tommy interested in books until you showed up.”

“You didn’t like them either,” I try to re-route the conversation.

Finn just shrugs and keeps reading, leaving me to ponder over what he just said. I don’t know Thomas well enough, but is Finn right? Has me being here made him start acting differently? He doesn’t take me as someone who gets emotionally attached to people. From what I can gather, he’s incredibly cold and forbidding, making me wonder if he’s capable of any emotion other than anger and pride. I push the thought aside and continue making notes for the week’s lesson plan.

Later that night I help make bread despite Polly’s bickering about me “being a house guest.” The only one missing is Ada, but no one seems to notice. All the while Thomas keeps whispering to his brothers, who are all looking back and forth at me as if I’m a painting on the wall. After everyone’s eaten they all go their separate ways, and once again I retreat to my room for some light reading before bed. Turns out it goes much faster than I plan because then next time I check the clock it’s one in the morning.

Click!

I look up from the page I’m reading, alerted by a noise coming from the hallway. “What on Earth…?”

Quietly, I creep to the door and open it a crack to see a woman’s silhouette creeping in from the back door. It’s Ada. Sneaking in during the late night hours? Suspicious…

Opening the door wider, she freezes at the sound of the creaking wood.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you look as though you’ve got something to hide.”

She turns around slowly, then relaxes when she sees it’s me. “You Americans always this blunt and cocky?”

I tilt my head. “When we want to be. I’ve been taking a lesson from your brothers about being cocky. But I’m not the one keeping secrets, Ada. I’m not a Shebly. You answer to Polly, not me.”

My response surprises her because she smiles and shakes her head. “I never said I’d say anything.”

I shrug. “You didn’t. But that won’t stop your consciousness overwhelming you with guilt.”

This takes a few moments to completely wash over her. Ada keeps staring at me with an indescribable face, then slowly starts to walk past me towards her own room.

“Wow. American and a philosopher. Polly must be proud of your strong moral compass.”

Wait. She’s offended by this? “Ada, I’m not trying to offend you. Heck, I just promised to keep my mouth shut about your late return! Why are you mad?”

Ada gets to her door and stops to look me dead in the eyes. “Maybe it’s because an outsider is allowed into our house without question? Hm? You’re a stranger from America, we don’t know who you or your family are, and Polly just lets you in like you’re a stray dog.”

Her words keep firing at me like a conversational battle. “I’m not playing into your family’s kindness to gain anything. I was offered housing and employment, so I accepted it. Yes, I know I’m an outsider. So I say again: if you have a problem, take it up with Polly.” I throw my arms up to end the chat and stride back to my room, but not before I hear:

“I’m sorry. I guess it’s not just the Americans who are stubborn.”

Without turning my head, I answer: “Stereotypes are ways to dig yourself into a hole of assumptions. Goodnight, Ms. Shelby.”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #polly gray #grace burgess

[call-sign-shark]

Heaven Lavey Shelby

Heaven Lavey Shelby - is the protagonist/reader of the Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes, but also my Peaky Blinders OC. All info and background can be found in the said series but if you can't/don't want to read it, here are some basic facts below.

She's 25 at the beginning of the series • Arthur's wife • Natural white hair • Blood witch (similar to the concept of Heartrenders) • French • Cold unhinged bitch

🌙 Playlist

🌙 Theme Song: Bang Bang Bang by Sohodolls

𝒮𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒮

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes

𝒪𝒩𝐸-𝒮𝐻𝒪𝒯𝒮

♢ From Blood We Will Grow

♢ To Bark and Bite

♢ Kaiser Meeting Cyril (requested)

♢ A Bone to Pick With It (requested)

♢ Perfect Lines

♢ Love Ritual

♢ A Slice of Us (Modern!Arthur Shelby x Heaven)

♢ The Woods Whisper 1 (cannibal!AU) || The Woods Whisper 2

♢ Savage Daughter

𝒜𝒮𝒦𝒮

♢ Heaven Shelby Headcanons

♢ What if Arthur didn't exist? Who would be her man?

♢ Height difference with Arthur

♢ What does she think of Arthur's boxing hobby?

♢ How much Heaven has changed from her 1st version?

♢ What bedtime story would she tell to John's kids?

♢ Has she seen the ocean?

♢ Do the Changrettas know about Heaven?

♢ Red talks: Heaven vs Linda

♢ Red talks: Heaven vs Linda 2

♢ May x Heaven AU

♢ The best quotes for your characters

♢ Overthinker or not?

♢ How would a love story Eva x Heaven be?

♢ Would Heaven falls for modern!Arthur from Loose Cannon?

♢ Virtuous Ray of Sunshine x Ex Bad Guy

♢ Takes on hearing Arthur speak Romani

♢ What's Heaven's fav memory of Arthur? And his?

♢ Cute Aggressions towards Arthur

♢ Caption This!

♢ Tommy Shelby x Heaven Poll

♢ John Shelby x Heaven Discussion

♢ Heaven’s past Affairs

♢ How did Amos and Heaven meet

♢ What would Heaven eat at a carnival?

♢ What did Amos and Heaven's relationship look like?

𝐼𝐿𝐿𝒰𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩𝒮 / 𝑀𝒪𝒪𝒟𝐵𝒪𝒜𝑅𝒟𝒮

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes 2nd moodboard

♢ " Not so much an Angel"Ch.6

♢ "You should be scared of me" Ch.12

♢ Trick or Treat

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes illustrations (by @zablife)

♢ Heaven x Arthur illustration (by @raincoffeeandfandoms)

♢ Heaven x Arthur moodboard (by @runnning-outof-time)

♢ Heaven Shelby moodboard (by @dearshelby )

♢ In Love with An Angel (by @there-goes-thefighter )

♢ Eleanor Shelby & Heaven Shelby (by @dearshelby )

♢ Chiaroscuro, Eva Smith x Heaven Shelby (by @evita-shelby )

♢ Fairy!Heaven Moodboard (by @raincoffeeandfandoms )

♢ Wonderland (by the @evita-shelby)

♢ Partner In Crimes (by @raincoffeeandfandoms)

♢ Party and Trouble (by @peakyswritings)

♢ Shakeaspeare's Play (Kaiser and friends by @evita-shelby)

♢ Bird of a Feather (Tommy x Heaven x Jack x Eva by @evita-shelby)

♢ Bayou Christmas (Mel and Heaven by @cljordan-imperium)

♢ Heaven In Your Eyes ( by @v3n1c3b1tch3 )

♢ Christmas Morning with Arthur and Heaven (by @peakyswritings)

♢ Heaven’s face Imagined (by @heavencanbeaprisontoo)

♢ 18th December with Heaven and Arthur

♢ Heaven As... (Aesthetic tag game)

𝑀𝐸𝒩𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩𝒮

This part is dedicated to the works of my wonderful mutuals, who mentioned/used the character of Heaven in their stories. No word is strong enough to tell you how grateful I am for your incredibly kind gifts/surprises/cameo. I am utterly lucky to have you by my side, know that I sincerely love you. Thank you again, darlings.

Trailer video:

♢ Pierced By Cupid (video by @brummiereader)

Featured in...:

♢ Killing Me Softly pt. 5 (Cameo by @brummiereader)

♢ Killing Me Softly pt.9

♢ Garden of Eden (Eva Shelby x Heaven Shelby by @evita-shelby)

♢ Garden of Eden pt.3

♢ Girls Night and Broken Glass (for @raincoffeeandfandoms birthday)

♢ Womenland (by @raincoffeeandfandoms about the Eva x Heaven AU)

♢ Garden and Pruning Shears (by @zablife)

♢ Stolen Angel, a John Shelby x Heaven blurb (by @zablife)

♢ Pasts and Future (by @dearshelby)

♢ Snow on The Beach (by @pacifymebby)

♢ Visiting The Bayou (by @cljordan-imperium)

♢ In The Graveyard With Lilith Rose Shelby ( cameo by @chaosinkest1996)

♢ Text Memes (by @rysko )

#Masterlist maintenance #Heaven Shelby #Arthur Shelby #Arthur Shelby x OC #Arthur Shelby x reader #Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders OC #Heaven Lavey Shelby

[divinekangaroo]

a home painted bright with blood and thorns - Ch 1/5 - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

After the S4-S6 election/marriage, pre-S5. Some months into Tommy and Lizzie's marriage.

This frequently absent father and husband considers that he often does his best work in extreme circumstances: time pressure, resource constraints, situational uncertainty, high stakes, and gross emotional wounding. He knows what to do, doesn't he?

No matter what sort of internal spiralling disaster cascade he's busily ignoring inside. No matter what badly considered spur of the moment decisions he makes to get through the moment that he might pay for later. No matter what—

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Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Charles Shelby, Ruby Shelby, Frances, Various Shelby Household Maids, Charles Strong, Cyril the Dog | Domesticity, Intimacy Menstruation, Bodily Fluids, Bodily Solids, Bodily Functions, Babies, Lactation, Mental Health Issues, Repression, Abusive Families (Past), Attempts at Communicating, Trying Hard, Family Trauma, Family Feels, Nail-Biting, Household Dynamics, Absent Father, Avoidance, Deflection, Trying Sooooooooooo Hard, Distress, Comfort Sex, Dysfunctional Family

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#My writing #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fic #Tommy x Lizzie #Charles Shelby #Ruby Shelby #This is the one I hand wrote as a test case; so yes it is finished just going thru the process of typing it up for posting #It’s also more self indulgent than anything else in my entire arc and all about Lizzie despite Tommy quietly hiding his disaster breakdown #Lizzie headcanon backstory #It is a funny one to do from Tommy’s pov but really wanted to turn the camera around #write about Tommy so much from other people’s POV so why not do that for Lizzie; albeit he is actually realllly difficult to get to see- #-past his own cage/trauma thought loop which constantly feeds on itself

[theshelbyslimited]

the way I actually found a recent cillian interview I hadn't seen. oh how i miss this man, I hope he's resting well though and looking after himself 🥺

#cillian murphy. #cillian murphy #tv: peaky blinders. #peaky blinders #ch: tommy shelby. #tommy shelby #theshelbyslimited. #my posts.

[cillspropertea]

Flipped

Chapter 12: Doors and windows

The reader is Aberama Gold’s eldest daughter, Esmeralda Gold in this fic.

 Warnings: Talk about traumas, tense situations, intimacy 🔞🚨

 This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay.   The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders” . Warnings will change per chapter. This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. English is not my first language.

 Do not hesitate to comment, reblog and engage. It works as fuel for my writing. 😉💙💙

 Synopsis: Your father’s one mistake shall alter your life’s direction forever.

  Word count: 3225

Thomas Shelby

    It was late in the night and Thomas was itching with curiosity when he walked out of his office. He’d talked to Oliver, the driver who had taken Esmeralda on her ‘errand’ in the morning, he had no clue of what the girl was up to. He’d told him how she had directed him to simply wait near the woods as she’d went inside of them alone. Humming a response, he’d let the poor lad go, who was literally shivering with fear of losing his recently acquired job. Frowning he’d called Maggie at the exchange too, who had reported a phone call to Esme Shelby Lee and as directed by Thomas, had listened to the call too. She had been on the Shelby’s payroll to listen and report to every phone call made from the house other than Thomas himself. But she too could not report anything to Thomas as both the caller and the receiver had talked ‘In a foreign language, sir’ of course she would talk in Romani. He thought about it for a long time, trying to figure out this puzzle on his own but had given up coming to the understanding that there was no other way to get to the bottom of it than a direct confrontation. Still in his dress pants and shirt sans bowtie, he made his way towards Esmeralda’s room.

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   It was a dark night. Only the light from the torches they held lighted the way. They pushed her, poking her with pitchforks to move into the direction they wanted her to move in. Her mouth was gagged with a cloth while her hands were tied behind her back. She was crying, screaming her truth but no sound was coming out of her mouth. People were chanting, “Burn the witch, burn the witch who has killed our children, Burn the witch who wants to kill us all…” Soon she found herself in front of a tree. She knew this tree from somewhere. Just the sight of it made her howl in fear. She shook her head violently and tried to run away when she came in contact with a boot to her swollen belly. She fell on the ground trying to fold herself, to protect her unborn child.

    Someone grabbed her by her hair and started dragging her towards a stake right next to the tree. “It’s not you, it’s the Lee blood in you…” her grandmother’s voice rang in her ear. Malaiah tied her up on the stake and took off the cloth from her mouth. “Scream witch! Scream! No one will come for your help. No one shall come to your aid!” She watched as the people cheered her on. Her belly hurt so much. She wanted to cradle it, make the child inside feel she will protect it no matter what, but her hands were already tied.

    Looking around for anyone who would help her. A familiar face ready to take a stand but no one, no one was there. Then came Polly, smiling and holding a burning torch in her hands. Esmeralda tried to scream her name, call her to help her but no sound came out. Just air. Polly handed the torch to Malaiah and walked away to join the crowd. Malaiah lit her dress. The fire spread fast on her legs. Soon she could feel the burning licks of the flames on her body.

    “Esmeralda! Wake up. You are dreaming. Open your eyes!” She felt someone shake her shoulders firmly as her eyes fluttered open. She was drenched in sweat. Her throat felt like it was on fire. Her breathing was out of control. Her heart was beating so fast she felt it would jump out of her chest. She abruptly sat up, still fearful of the men with stakes and torches. “They are coming for me. They’ll be here any moment! Lock the doors! Lock the windows!” she was hysterical, trying to get up from the bed to perform the tasks herself.

    Thomas held her down. She pushed him, tried to scratch him but he did not let her get up. “No one’s coming. No one is coming Esmeralda!”  He gritted his teeth as he grabbed her face in his hands and forced her to look into his eyes. He shouted her name which finally made her look into his blue eyes. “No one is coming. No one will come.” His nose almost touching hers as her wide eyes watched him intensely, “And if someone does, then I am here. I won’t let them do anything to you! Do you hear me?” her eyes watered up. This sentence, this collection of words, this was all that took to break her. No one had said them to her, neither in her dreams nor her reality when she needed to hear them the most. “You don’t understand. I’ve tried everything. Everything! It just doesn’t end. It just doesn’t end Thomas” His hold softened as he closed his eyes. Hearing his name from her mouth sent a weird satisfaction through his mind. He couldn’t bear it, looking at her in this state. It was like looking in a mirror.

    She must have still been drowsy as she then pressed her face into the nook of his neck, sobbing uncontrollably. She needed this, needed this touch, this warmth. Thomas on the other hand had stilled at first. But had then simply cradled her exhausted body and broken soul into his arms, letting his chin rest near her temple. She continued, “I see people coming for me, with torches and pitchforks. Sometimes it’s me, sometimes it’s me in my mother’s body. But I always end up there. Near that God forsaken tree!” Thomas hummed in response, having no idea about what she was talking about but mentally making notes and trying to understand.

    “When will this go away? I want to know, I can’t take it anymore!” She sniffled. “It won’t go away.” He gulped gently, “But with time you’ll get used to it. And… get better at hiding it.”

    She listened with her eyes closed and face resting against his chest. His shirt was drenched in her tears.  Then it dawned on her, he understood. He understood because he was telling her from his own experience.

    Thomas contemplated if he should say the next part or not but then he just did, “I can still hear the shovels against the wall sometimes. As if the enemy could break in at any point to kill me. And sometimes it’s… it’s my wife’s last breaths I can hear” Gradually, she moved back and when she looked in his eyes, she found nothing but understanding and compassion. “So I know.” He murmured. She stared into his baby blues, hazy and under the same spell as hers. Wordlessly, they both closed their eyes, as they let their noses touch. Their lips hovered above each other’s, breathing in one another’s breaths.

   (Gif by: @alionaw)

‘Is he regretting it? And am I not?’ Esmeralda thought to herself. Her thoughts still scattered half because of the nightmare and the rest because of this kiss. Her first kiss. The awkwardness of the situation seeped in as she further moved away “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… this is…Ow!” her hair got tugged painfully, stuck in one of Thomas’s shirt buttons. Hissing she tried to free them pulling her head away hard, but to no avail. “Wait.” Thomas was trying hard not to smile as he worked with his fingers to free her hair.

Esmeralda was the one who gave in. She tenderly pressed her lips to his. They felt so soft and gentle to Thomas. They tasted of tears. It gave him all the permission he needed. His lips responded with so much passion that she found it a bit hard to keep up. Her kisses were soft and gentle while his were intense and demanding. He held her face in both of his hands as his passion took over. Hers were on his back, pressing him further towards her. Thomas could feel every curve, every dip and every rise of her body, pressed against him. His tongue skimmed over her lower lip making her moan in his mouth. But both of them felt like this was something they had craved for a very long time. This felt… right. The need to take it further was growing in both of them but Thomas broke away. He knew he didn’t deserve it. After all he’d lost, he did not think he had anything to give back to this girl who deserved all the happiness in the world. She deserved someone who would bring the world to her feet, someone who would show her the good side of life, especially after all she’d been through. Not a bad guy like him who always ended up destroying the things he loved. “I’m sorry…” he said as he let her move away a bit, fighting hard against his want and need he’d felt after a long time inside of him. They were both out of breath and trying to come back from the high they’d both conjured up inside of themselves.

    Finally free, she snatched the dressing gown which was discarded carelessly on the floor and wore it, covering her almost naked body. But Thomas had already seen her prominent slender form with perked nipples, felt them too when they’d embraced and kissed. He’d had enough ‘experiences’ with women to know when they were turned on. Esmeralda folded her arms over them blushing profusely, not knowing Thomas wasn’t that unaffected either. He knew he had a hard on as he tried to adjust himself without letting Esmeralda notice.

    She wanted to thank him, not exactly sure for what. For his kind words? For his touch? Or for simply waking her up. Her lips on his chest, his embrace, all of those things fogging up her already confused mind. She still did not have any answers to those questions but she whispered a thanks any way. Thomas too was a bit baffled because of the whole situation, which was turning awkward by the minute, but managed to say a ‘Don’t mention it’ in return, still thinking of her scent. He simply nodded once and went out of her room.  

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    Thomas simply did not know what to do. He had knocked a couple of times on the door but when no one had answered, he’d heard Esmeralda’s deep heaving breaths from the inside. At first he’d thought she was… doing ‘something else’ and it was better that he did not disturb her, but then the screaming had started. He’d kicked the door open and found her asleep, screaming her lungs out from a nightmare.

    Everything that had transpired was disturbing Thomas enough to pace with his hands on his hips. He’d had several drinks after coming into his room, making him sway a bit. He’d seen it. The girl had feelings for him and it could be possible that they were so new that even she, herself, was unaware of them.

    Women did fall for him, all the time. He liked to think it was the money and the power that made them attracted towards him but this was different. Different in the sense that he was feeling something himself too. Not love, he hoped, he had named his emotions towards Grace ‘Love’ but this was something more potent. A different flavor altogether. There was no comparison between what he had with his wife towards what he was feeling at that moment. It was scaring him. He’d let himself fall, let himself go in that direction with Grace. And then the joke was on him when he’d lost her the way he did. “So is she thawing that heart of yours again Thomas? Will you let her take you away from me? eh?” he heard her say from near the dresser. Her scent infiltrated his senses once more as grace got up from the stool and turned towards him. She was crying.

Esmeralda Gold

   Esmeralda had slept better than ever before. A surreal sort of contentment and delight had filled her body, except a new kind of need that had settled in her lower belly for something ‘more’ then the experience she had had last night. The kiss had been divine! ‘So this is what all the fuss is about?’ and his touch, God! And the noises that had escaped her mouth. She smiled, embarrassed, her cheeks reddened as her fingers slid over her lower lip ‘where his tongue had slid so shamelessly and… stop!’ she paused her minds ramblings. ‘Am I…? Surely I’m not. Certainly, it can’t be. Not Thomas fucking Shelby!’ Standing up, she looked up at her flushed reflection in the mirror, her smile faltered. She remembered how he’d acted after the kiss though. If he was happy or sad, she couldn’t tell. But there was definitely something ‘Right?’ And what about the plan? She slumped down on the stool. She knew there was a lot to talk about, a lot to plan, clear and contemplate between her and Thomas. But if he felt what she was feeling, whatever the hell this was, she would do it. This feeling, of satisfaction and gratification, she’d never felt it before, ever in her life. Someone wanting her, someone vowing to protect her “No one’s coming. No one is coming Esmeralda!... And if someone does, then I am here. I won’t let them do anything to you! Do you hear me?” his words from last night rang in her ears.

    If he reciprocated these feelings, Esmeralda thought to herself, then she would tell him. She would tell him everything.

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    As soon as Esmeralda had finished getting ready, with a little too much detailing today, she’d heard the cars outside. Her face lit up even more, if it were possible. Charlie had come! She saw the cars entering the long drive-way. She hurriedly padded down the stairs and waited in the foyer. Right then the door to Thomas’s room opened too. He was dressed as immaculately as he always did, but then why did Esmeralda’s heart fluttered at the sight of him today? He came down the stairs in his navy blue dress pants and waistcoat and stood a few paces away from her, looking outside. Esmeralda frowned. She wasn’t a fool under the assumption that he would hold her in his arms and spin her about but a simple good morning was definitely in her expectations. She simply shook her head a bit and looked forward as well as the cars now lined one by one in the parking, around the fountain. ‘Maybe he’s worried about his son’s health?’ she thought. But then she heard footsteps from behind her, from the staircase. A woman in a sheer nighty had stepped out of Thomas’s room, putting her arms through a long brown coat as she made her way down towards them. Esmeralda’s eyes flashed towards his face but he did not even flinch. He simply took out a cigarette and lit it after putting it between his lips. With every tap of the woman’s heel on the stairs, Esmeralda’s heart was breaking into a million pieces.

   Her eyes filled with tears but she didn’t dare blink and let them flow out. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. The woman walked towards Thomas and without a word took out his cigarette and kissed him on the mouth. Esmeralda looked away and focused hard on the commotion outside. “Last night was absolutely magnificent Thomas. I am looking forward to our relationship so much more now.” The girl said in a foreign accent. Thomas scoffed and, as politely as he could, snatched the cigarette back from her fingers and took a long puff from it. “Hey you!” she shouted, making Esmeralda jump. “You arr da maid yeah? Go get my suitcase!” She barked. Before Esmeralda could even turn towards them, Thomas called for Frances in a bored monotone voice and asked her to get the lady’s stuff from the guest room and place it in one of his cars where Robert was already waiting for her.

    Esmeralda gradually started taking a few steps back. She wanted to go into her room and cry all the disappointment out before facing Thomas Shelby again but right before she could she heard Aunt Polly call out her name. “Esmeralda! Oh love I missed you so much!” she hugged her. It was taking every ounce of Esmeralda’s strength to not break down. She smiled the best she could, she did genuinely feel happy seeing Polly, but she had to admit, the fucker had shocked her, the jolts of which she could still feel in her bones. ‘Just a few minutes more. Hang in there Esmeralda! Don’t let them know your weakness!’ she made herself belief again and again. Polly held her face in her hands, “How are you dear? Feeling okay?” Esmeralda nodded, “Yes Polly, why wouldn’t I be? I’m so happy you are back!” she beamed. Polly kissed her forehead and moved on to greet her nephew, with a lot less enthusiasm but a kind of affection she could feel in waves even when they were a few paces away from her.

     Then came in Arthur holding Charlie in his arms. Just when Thomas was about to walk towards him to hold Charlie Aunt Polly stopped him. “Uh uh! Wait Tommy let me show you something.” She clasped her palms together and hurried towards Arthur. Holding Charlie, she gently made him stand on the floor and asked Thomas to call onto him, still holding him from his arms. “Eih Charlie c’mere darling! C’mere to daddy!” Tommy called and cooed Charlie towards him as Esmeralda watched from behind, in a dull aching daze. Charlie’s eyes twinkled as his chubby face lit up with a drooly, dimpled smile. He put an uncertain foot in front, one after the other, trying to balance his body utterly unused to walking. Tommy’s eyes welled up. His little boy was walking! Charlie, utterly focused on his father’s voice, kept on moving forward as Polly crawled behind him while circling her arms around protectively, just in case the little angel fell. Thomas waited with opened arms. He’d missed his son so much. He simply wanted to hold him. He thought about how he could take today off and both of them could spend it together. 

     But right when Charlie was about to reach him, he changed his direction. “Oh!” Polly exclaimed, still behind him. With shortest steps, Charlie walked right past Thomas and started making his way towards Esmeralda. She was shocked, to such an extent that for a second she could not move. Charlie made it to her and raised his hand towards her, pleading her to pick him up. Just when the little baby was about to fall down, exhausted from the tiny steps he’d taken, Esmeralda hurriedly knelt down and picked him up. The tears she had been holding inside of her eyes flowed out with a whole different meaning. She smiled as Aunt Polly pinched Charles’s cheeks, “Looks like our Charles has a new favorite eh Tommy?” she turned towards her nephew just in time to watch his back before he closed the office door behind him.          

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Roadside Daisies | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part of @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie ‘s summer challenge

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Flowers play a big part in Tommy and (Y/N)’s relationship.

Warnings: none...just some good ol’ family fluff

Word Count: 1000

A/N: this challenge was so fun to participate in. My prompt was ‘wildflowers’ and I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. Enjoy! :)

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The evening was winding down, but the couple sitting in the car was still buzzing. Tommy tried to keep his eyes on the road instead of (Y/N), but it was a challenge. He was still in awe of the fact that he’d actually got her to agree to a date with him.

“This is such a beautiful road. I’m glad you decided to take the long way home,” (Y/N) said, a smile on her face as she watched the rolling fields pass by.

“I knew you’d enjoy it,” Tommy answered before he decided to pull the car over and park.

“Tommy, what’re you...” (Y/N) wasn’t able to finish her sentence because Tommy had gotten out of the car and walked over to the opposite roadside. He was gone for a few moments before he came back to the car with something in his hands. “What’s this?” (Y/N) questioned as he held it out to her.

“Daisies...to remember the long way home,” he smiled at her, moving the handful of delicate wildflowers he’d picked in her direction.

“They’re lovely, Tommy, thank you,” (Y/N) swooned at the sweet gesture, happily accepting the flowers from him and holding them close to her chest. Tommy grinned, accepting the kiss to the cheek that she happily gave him before he continued on the drive to her home.

That night, (Y/N) made sure to tuck the handful of daisies between the pages of a book so that they’d be able to dry and be kept for years to come. She wanted to have something that would let her remember the night she knew she’d found the man to spend the rest of her life with.

-Seven Years Later-

The entire Shelby clan had finally had a day where they were all together and had nothing to do. There were no dance recitals, no football practices, and no business meetings. So (Y/N) suggested that they all go out and spend the day amongst the fields of wildflowers that had just bloomed.

Of course, getting the entire family out of the house was a feat in its own. The twins just had to be fighting about something, the toddler refused to go without making sure the entire toy chest was coming along, and, amidst the chaos, Tommy had slipped off to his office.

But soon enough, everyone was loaded into the car and they were off. After a few minutes of driving, they had pulled over on the roadside and walked in a bit to get to a clearing underneath a tree.

The two oldest kids immediately took off to run around the fields of colorful flowers, and the toddler — Oliver, although he tried to run with his older siblings, ultimately gave up and sat off with his toys just beyond the blanket that (Y/N) and Tommy were relaxing on.

“Isn’t this nice, Tommy?” (Y/N) questioned, a smile on her face as she rested her head against her husband’s shoulder.

“It is,” Tommy hummed in agreement, “let’s hope some time away from the office does me good.”

“It’ll always do you good,” (Y/N) assured him, lifting her head to smile at him. He couldn’t help but lean in and press a soft kiss to her lips that was broken up pretty quickly by the sounds of their children approaching them.

“Mumma! Mumma! Look what I’ve picked you!” their boy announced as he came to a screeching halt, his twin sister right on his heels.

“What have you got?” (Y/N) asked with sheer excitement in her eyes. She always got like this when they’d come to her with something. Receiving little presents from her children always brought her joy.

“Flowers!” the five year old exclaimed, the widest smile on his face as he pulled his hand from behind his back to show her the small bouquet of wildflowers that were now drooping slightly from being roughed about.

“Oh wow, Max. That was very thoughtful of you to pick them for me,” (Y/N) smiled as she accepted them from the boy, holding them safe against her chest.

“I picked some for you, dad!” his sister then chimed in as she presented Tommy with a similar bouquet.

“Thank you, my love,” Tommy sent her a smile as he accepted them from her. (Y/N) felt tears forming in her eyes as she looked over to her husband. This was just too sweet. “Your mum loves flowers,” Tommy told his kids.

“Is that why I’m called Daisy?” their daughter asked, her ears perking up slightly.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. “You’re called Daisy because your dad pulled his car over to pick me some on our very first date,” she told the little girl, her smile growing wider at the thought of the fond memory.

Daisy smiled widely at the new information before she and Max took off running again, this time allowing Oliver to join in with them. (Y/N) couldn’t help but glance over at Tommy once they were alone again. She smiled as she leaned in closer to him.

“I love you,” he breathed against her lips before closing the gap to kiss her.

“I love you, too,” (Y/N) responded once they pulled away to sit closer to each other than before. Silence fell over them as they watched their children run about in the fields.

“How ‘bout we name this next one Poppy?” Tommy questioned then, his hand moving to rest against the swell of her stomach; she was five months pregnant with their fourth child.

(Y/N) sent him a straight-faced expression. “No,” she flat out said.

“Petunia?” he tried another name, a grin present on his face now.

As much as she tried, (Y/N) was unable to keep the smile from her face. “Tommy, stop,” she scolded him playfully before leaning in to kiss him again.

What a beautiful life...all created by some roadside daisies.

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Thomas Shelby

Key: Smut 🔞 Angst ! Fluff :)

Series

Sold - (Tommy Shelby x Gold's Daughter) - The coin lands on tails - CH.1 🔞! , CH. 2 !

Oneshots

Good girl 🔞! - (Priest Tommy x Fem! Reader) - Reader confesses her sins, admitting her fantasies about men

Control 🔞!- (Tommy x Fem! (Petrovna) Reader) - Reader has a solution to cure Tommy’s grief

Afraid ! :)- (Tommy x Fem! Reader) - Tommy’s wife finds out about his diagnosis

Blurbs

Night terrors ! :)- (Tommy Shelby x Fem! Reader) - Reader comforts Tommy after a nightmare

What’s going on? ! :) - (Tommy Shelby x Fem! Reader) - Tommy helps comfort depressed/overwhelmed reader

Just need you - :) (Tommy Shelby x Fem! Reader) - After a long day at work Tommy just needs you

My hero - ! :) (Tommy Shelby x Fem! Reader) - Tommy hears you scream and assumes the worst

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Masterlist & Rules

Feel free to drop a request or ask! I also make OC faceclaims with FaceApp on request.

I write all my OC fics in the second person. I also do x reader fics!

WIP:

-Tommy with a Short but Tough s/o

-Alfie with a curvy s/o

-"Some things just aren't meant for us." Alfie prompt

European OCs:

Maeve Shelby. Sallyanna Gray Devorah Solomons

Prudence Keane Lucinda Briar

Roksana “Roxy” Petrova

American OCs:

Constance Kilroy. Loretta Graves. Bernadette Becker.

Rose Fordney-Stryker

Fics:

Strip Me to My Bones: prologue Ch: 1

The Sun and The Moon: prologue Ch.1

Domestic Hcs:

Arthur - Luca - Tommy - Alfie - Jack

Romantic Hcs:

Age-Difference Hcs (Tommy, Arthur, John, Michael)

Tommy as a Father

Shelby Brothers Preferences

"Not Quite My Type" (Tommy, Arthur, John)

Imagines:

The Other Shelby Girl -Platonic!

Imagine being Jack Nelson's Trusted Secretary

Imagine Rejecting Thomas Shelby

Rules:

No requests for non-con, in-est, or underage. No ageless blogs or minors, PLEASE.

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