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[alicent-targaryen]

TOMMY SHELBY & TATIANA PETROVNA ▸ Peaky Blinders, 3.2

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[matryoshkabitch]

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[thepeakygirl]

Tatiana

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[evita-shelby]

A Dull Party

Aka Eva/reader gets invited to the russian orgy and tommy gets pegged fic

Tommy x Eva/reader x Tatiana Petrovna

Cw: smut, nudity, unhealthy lifestyles, debauchery, a threesome, male receiving anal, pegging

Mdni/ 🔞

When he confessed to having considered sleeping with May, he should’ve known you wouldn’t just deny him sex until you felt better about it.

Tommy had seen the new lingerie and assumed you’d add salt to the wound by prancing around in it to remind him of your one rule.

If you fuck a whore, I will fuck a man before I leave. You hurt me, I will hurt you worse, Thomas Shelby.

This you had vowed with your hands wrapped around his prick to get your point across.

You promised him the world at a very low price, monogamy.

Easy, he’d been monogamous before. Greta had been the only woman he’d ever been loyal to until he met you.

And until he found himself alone with May lying about his marital status when she assumed he was unmarried, Tommy had never considered betraying you like that.

He hadn’t done it; he’d almost done it before you called telling him Arthur and Michael had been arrested and framed for Billy Kitchen’s murder.

You hadn’t known until you got it out of him when Tatiana Petrovna set her sights on you.

“The Duchess invited me to the orgy you neglected to tell me about, honey.” Your falsely sweet tone tells him he’s going to sleep in a guest room tonight. “Imagine my fucking surprise when I learned it from the Russian twat, dear husband of mine.”

“And have them leer at you and paw at you all night, I’m there for business, not pleasure, Evie.” He responds reminding you he doesn’t share either.

“So, am I, do you think you’re the only one of us involved in this mess?”

It’s not the end of the trouble, it is merely the beginning.

All the jokes die when the Russians demand you undress just as John and Arthur had.

Tommy’s this close to taking the offered vodka and making a poor man’s bomb out of it when she kneels and takes the knives in your garters sensually.

You keep your eyes on him with a wicked red smile as the Duchess continued her show, thinking you have a boring sex life.

The sapphire always looks better nestled between your bare tits, something he knows better than the affluent people here. If they knew the sort of games the two of you play, they’d throw a better party.

“Such beauty, you cannot even tell she gave him two children already.” The duchess caressed you, playing with your nipples and forcing everyone to see how she turned you on with the finesse of a maestro.

“These may stay on for now.” The mad woman reached the too short knickers made entirely with see through tulle and lace. “She won’t need them later, right, Mr. Shelby?”

Temptation in the flesh, so tempting Tommy briefly considers fratricide when his brothers are forced to see what only belongs to him.

They’re only half-joking, he’d told Arthur. This was a test of his commitment to the cause, a fucking cause he knows isn’t worth the money they’re getting.

“Your orgy would have been a failure if I didn’t lose every stitch of clothing, your grace. The last orgy I attended left me in such a state I left with one of my conquest’s underwear.” You answer for him driving the Russians’ attention back to you, you love being naked, a thing he only enjoys when it’s just for him.

Tommy has no idea if you are shitting with him, or you were as crazy as these fuckers are.

Both, your smile says, always both, darling.

You have not seen this sort of debauchery since you hosted a drug and alcohol fueled orgy during the summer solstice of 1918 to celebrate the Xochipilli and Xochiquetzal.

Of course, yours was much more tasteful and none were coerced, underpaid, and mistreated servants. No wonder the Communists were so thorough in their takeover.

The people stare and try to get your attention, but Tommy stakes his claim on you by refusing to let you wander away no matter what Tatiana tries.

“Once you marry a Shelby, you belong to them until you die.” Tommy said and the duchess believes him.

“The more the merrier then.” She said with that mad look in her eyes and allows you to dress again.

You’ve met people like her, drunk on their power and money until they die in a crash of pretty glass and blood on the cobblestone below a high balcony. In fact, you had aspired to be the beautiful and tragic creature dead on the ground.

But now your eyes have opened and the dense fog in your head has cleared.

And now that you’ve arrived at the stronghold with the jewels, you are even less impressed by these parasites with worthless titles.

“Couldn’t trust me to be professional, eh, Shelby? Had to bring your posh wife too?” Alfie is more interesting than the phony jewels they’ll offer.

“Oh, Mr. Solomons, can’t call it a party unless I am here, and I won’t be leaving until I get another Fabergé egg for my collection and have a good fuck in this dull party.” You bare your teeth through your smile, already tasting their fear in the air as they present you with paste instead of stone.

They just had to ask, didn’t they?

“It’s quite dull, much like the jewels, I am afraid. My husband won’t let me fuck anyone but him and now perhaps I shall punish him to be bored with me, dearest Tatiana.” You say lounging in only your tiny drawers and the sapphire now accompanied by a gaudy paste thing they tried to pass off as real.

“Might make an exception to share him with you, if you show me something that will make it worth the new lingerie.” You are resting your naked legs on your husband’s lap as you eye Tatiana, knowing exactly how you will get the night you came here for.

She wants to fuck your husband; all people want to. You don’t share, your selfish and spoiled ways from before the war have never left and you don’t plan to leave them now.

Now you were shown the only good place for an orgy in this old shell of a house.

The private chapel in all its glory.

Nothing gets you wet like mocking the god in whom you do not believe.

“Better?” the unhinged Russian noblewoman says as she shut the door behind the three of you.

And it was.

“Haven’t fucked a woman since ’18, and my dear husband refuses my offer of adding one to the mix, you know. Thinks I might leave him for her if he does.” A lie, Tommy just thinks it’s a test of his loyalty.

“And would you?” Tatiana asks, dark eyes glittering in the candlelight as you take the initiative and show your husband this is a one-time offer only.

One night to give into their fantasies with the Russian twat and leave him in a state where he will be glad you don’t share.

“Women are too wet for me; men are so nice and dry.” You giggle and pull her into a kiss relishing the way your husband looks on to this sordid entertainment.

Been so long since you’ve tasted lipstick and felt the softness of a woman against you. If the night ends better than it began, you might consider letting Tommy add May or even whichever woman crosses his path next have one taste of heaven before you send them to hell.

“Have you ever fucked a man like man fucks a woman, Mrs. Shelby?” the story of the priest in Tsibli forgotten in her need to appear much more interesting than you, who are nothing more than another dime a dozen wife.

Oh, how wrong she is, but you let her interest you as she reaches for a box holding the most beautiful set of dilators, carved to look like the real thing and one even resembled Tommy’s cock.

Even better it came with the harness you’d tried in Mexico, the one that let a woman fuck another with the wooden cock. A thrilling thing, the reversal of power where you are given the position of a man.

Something you have been dying to try out with Tommy after you discovered you were not the first to explore his asshole.

There is a clear no in Tommy’s eyes, but if this business were to go without a hitch, especially now that Tatiana wanted to change things up for the thrill of it, they must go along with it.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.” You say repeating the words he told you when he convinced you to let him fuck your ass. You had enjoyed it, you were far more adventurous in bed than him, and those few times he wanted to do something different were never disappointing. “You can even fuck her to your heart’s content in exchange for this one little measly gift, my love.”

He nods as if he ever had a chance to say no.

Maybe if you hadn’t opened your wicked mouth the two of you would be pretending erotic asphyxiation was new and exotic. But you had and now you feel your toes curl at just the sight of Tommy fucking Tatiana against the prie-dieu and his most sacred hole exposed to your devilry.

Nothing you’ve done before can ever match up to this, you think as you fuck your husband as he rails the woman no longer speaking English at the merciless pace you’ve set.

A religious experience in every sense of the word.

“We’re never doing this again.” Tommy vows in Romani as you leave the place wearing someone else’s dress and the mink coat Tatiana gave you in exchange for your diamond encrusted knives.

“And we won’t, I promise.” You say knowing you’ll receive a perfect replica of Tommy’s cock and a harness tailored to your measurements once the Duchess leaves for Austria with her cut of the money.

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[emotionalcadaver]

Part 19: In the Bleak Midwinter

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: Even on his wedding night, Tommy is still conducting business.

Word Count: 5,111

Notes: Warnings for depictions of polyamory, blood, violence, and smut including a threesome.

Masterlists: Main • Series • Fic

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Chapter 2: Make Us Safe

“I think I’m going to go say hello to Polly,” Grace said. Lucy snapped her head around towards her.

“You want to willingly go have a conversation with Polly?”

Grace shrugged. Lucy laughed, taking a swallow from her drink.

“Well, good luck. I’ll keep an eye out for Tommy.”

“Soon as he’s back, we should do our dance.”

“Got it, boss.”

Grace laughed, squeezing her shoulders in a giddy hug before meandering across the room to where Polly was. Lucy watched in amusement as they began to converse by the punch bowl. There had always been a comradery between her and Grace when it came to Polly. Both of them were outsiders; women who Polly hated with a burning passion and refused to ever fully accept or allow into the family. No matter the extent of their importance to Tommy. 

Speaking of which…she set down her glass as she spotted him coming through the doorway, hurrying over to him.

“What did the Russian have to say?”

“The Duke’s niece is bringing the money up from London.”

Lucy frowned. “Tonight?”

“Yeah. I’m having the police pick her up from the station when she arrives.”

“And brought here?”

“Outside the grounds. I sent Finn to keep watch at the gates. When she gets here, I’ll go with the boys, get the money from her, and come right back. It’ll be quick.”

“Can I come?”

He raised an eyebrow and she groaned. 

“Come onnnnnn I want to be part of at least some of the action tonight.”

He chuckled. “Alright.”

“Grace wants to do the dance now. I’ll go have them announce it.”

“Thanks,” he adjusted his suit jacket on his shoulders. Melting into the crowd, she went up to the stage where the band was playing, informing them that it was time. They made an announcement over the microphone, everyone cheering and clapping, backing away from the dance floor so that Tommy and Grace could dance alone.

Lucy watched them from the sidelines, smile soft as they swayed back and forth, speaking to each other in quiet voices that no one else could hear. They kissed, and she felt her smile grow. They really were her two favorite people in the world. 

An announcement was made that others were now allowed to join, and the dancefloor began to steadily fill with swaying couples. Tommy and Grace danced together for a moment more, and then parted. Grace went to go speak with a few of her family members, and Tommy met Lucy’s eyes from across the way, jerking his head towards the doors. She nodded.

∗ ∗ ∗ 

They drove down the dark road lined with trees, coming to a stop where Moss and a few of his officers were waiting, the headlights from their car illuminating the road. They all stepped out, Lucy tugging her coat tighter around herself, hiding the red dress she was still wearing underneath. Moss greeted them, nodding towards the car.

“May I introduce you to the Grand Duchess Tatiana Petrovna, from Tbilisi, Georgia,” Moss said, as a woman stepped out of the copper’s car. She was dressed in fine clothes, with dark hair and eyes, looking Tommy up and down appreciatively as she stepped in front of the car.

Lucy observed Tatiana lazily as she and Tommy began to negotiate. He wanted her to give him the money, she wanted to give it directly to the Russian in the house. But the Russian had given the wrong codename. So that wasn’t happening. 

Tatiana interested her. She could tell just from looking at her for a few seconds that she was probably a spoiled, entitled brat. But a smart one, if the calculating look in her eyes was any indication. Pretty, too. Lucy had read quite a good deal about the Russians in preparation for this deal. Had even taught herself Russian in her spare time. She wondered just what exact type of Russian Tatiana was.

Based on the way she kept eyeing Tommy and the absurd lavishness of her coat alone, Lucy bet she was one of the hedonistic ones. 

“And you do this to me on my fucking wedding day,” Tommy clicked his tongue. Tatiana’s eyes shifted from him to Lucy.

“Is this your wife?” she asked.

“No,” Lucy said, not offering any further elaboration, and Tatiana raised an eyebrow, smirking.  

“The money is in the car, Mr. Shelby.”

The boys fetched it out and counted it. Tommy pulled a cigarette from his case, offering Lucy one. She took it, noting from the corner of her eye as Tatiana watched the exchange. 

“Yeah. We’re good,” Arthur reported. Tommy dismissed Tatiana with an order to Moss to take her back to the station. 

“Can you do it?” Tatiana asked. He turned back around to face her. “Can you kill?”

Lucy laughed at the question. Tommy just reiterated his order for Moss to drive Tatiana back to Birmingham, a hand on the small of Lucy’s back as he guided her to the car. They drove back to the house in silence, Arthur killing the engine as they pulled up. Lucy could practically feel the anxious, apprehensive emotions radiating from him. It made her feel uneasy. 

Opening the car door, she stepped out, still smoking the cigarette Tommy had given her. The brothers didn’t follow her right away, even as she began walking back to the house. When she glanced over her shoulder she spotted them still in the car, clearly deep in conversation. Arthur opened his door with a sudden movement and stepped out, shouting. Tommy followed him, shoving the case of money into his arms. Arthur tried to shove it back, but Tommy wasn’t having that. Explaining in a low voice with a wagging finger to Arthur just why they were doing this deal with the Russians. Arthur finally stepped away, heading towards the door. 

“Arthur!” Tommy shouted, pulling a coin out of his pocket. Arthur scowled, but went back to him. “Call it,” Tommy balanced the coin on his thumb.

“Tails.”

The coin glimmered in the light as it flipped into the air before Tommy caught it, bringing it down on the back of his hand. Arthur cursed.

“Fine.”

Tommy patted him once on the shoulder. Arthur just stalked back towards the doors. Lucy held her coat tighter around herself, stepping aside to let him pass, going back to Tommy.

“I could kill the Russian,” she offered. In her bag she had a revolver. It wouldn’t be hard; just lure him to the basement or the stables and be done with him.

“No,” he shook his head. “Arthur lost the coin toss; he’ll handle it.”

“Alright,” she shrugged, walking side by side with him towards the house. “Hey, what were you and Grace talking about when you were dancing?”

“Polly told her about the business being done tonight,” he coughed into his fist. Lucy snorted. So Polly spilled the beans, then. Or more likely, Grace tricked her into spilling them. Unsurprising. Polly was not nearly as good at keeping her mouth shut as she liked to think she was. 

“Was she mad?” 

“Not really,” he hesitated. “She asked me to make her a promise.”

“A promise, eh?”

“To make us safe.”

“Hm,” she hummed, looping her arms around his, giving it a squeeze. His nose brushed over her hair as he kissed the top of her head. Glancing at the house, the music booming from within, he sighed.

“I can’t wait until they’ve all gone.”

“I know,” she leaned her head against his bicep. “Me too,” as they got to the doors, she let him go. So no one would see. She could have sworn that Tommy pouted a little.

Once inside, they went to the room where the band was playing. Tommy went straight to Polly, asking her where John was while the man she was talking to tried to introduce himself.

“Ruben Oliver, portrait artist,” he held out a hand. “I really enjoyed the depiction of you in the dining room,” Tommy ignored him, speaking to Polly in Romany about the coin toss. Lucy rolled her eyes and took Ruben’s hand.

“Lucy Winters.”

Although seeming a little taken aback at Tommy’s rudeness, Ruben smiled at her. “A pleasure. Is that your portrait that I saw in the west drawing room?”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s lovely.”

“Thank you,” Tommy had finished speaking to Polly and had turned to wade deeper into the crowd. She flashed Ruben a polite smile. “Excuse us,” she didn���t wait for his response as she dodged past him and Polly to follow Tommy towards the band. He gave an order to the drummer, and the band launched into loud rock music, drowning out any and all other sounds in the room.

Loud enough to drown out any sounds of gunfire.

∗ ∗ ∗ 

She did not go with Tommy outside to watch the men fight. Nor did she stay in the ballroom. The music was too loud and blaring for her, making the inside of her head rattle with it. Teeth clenched, she lit a cigarette, melting away to stalk around some of the darker corners of the house. She’d give Arthur thirty minutes, then go downstairs to check that it was done and the Russian was dead.

Most of the guests she passed in the darker corners of the house were either chatting quietly, passed out drunk, or fucking. She didn’t pay any of them any mind, pouring herself a glass of whiskey to sip on.

The huge house had taken some getting used to. Even now, she wasn’t sure that she had fully acclimated to it. But she couldn’t say that she didn’t like it, overly lavish as it might have been.

She never could have imagined that she would live in a place like Arrow House. Not in a thousand years. 

Slipping into a vacant drawing room, she glanced up at the portrait of herself hanging above the mantle of the fireplace. One of dozens that Tommy commissioned of the three of them to fill the house with. 

At first, Lucy had been resistant to hanging paintings of herself in the house. She thought it too obvious of a display that their relationship was not what it seemed, but Grace and Tommy had pouted and pleaded, and she’d ultimately given in. 

And the portraits were quite lovely. She almost thought that she looked beautiful in them. Powerful. With her green eyes and dark red hair that fell in untamed, loose curls to dance around her chin. She had posed for the one hanging up above the mantle in a sleek black dress that hugged her body wonderfully, exposing just enough of her chest to be tempting. There were other ones around the house, some with her, Tommy, and Grace all together, ones of them individually, and others of them paired with the horses. 

She was far enough away from the noise of the ballroom that she could hear the gunshot as it rang out from downstairs. Good. So that was done.

Heels clicking steadily against the floorboards, she made her way towards the nearest staircase.

“Excuse me,” a woman seated on one of the loveseats in the hall said. “Did I just hear a gunshot?”

“Just a car backfiring, ma’am. Don’t worry,” Lucy lied. Whether it was the lie itself or the easy, unbothered tone of her voice, it seemed to placate the woman enough to return to her conversation. 

“Arthur?” she called as she stepped down the last step of the staircase. 

“In here.”

He was leaning against a wall, hair disheveled and face a little bloody. The Russian was crumpled in a heap before him. Squatting down, Lucy checked him over, making sure he was dead before nodding, straightening and going to Arthur.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Bastard fucking bit me, but I’m fine.”

“Here,” she pulled out a handkerchief from her bag and handed it to him. “Get yourself cleaned up,” glancing back at the Russian’s body, she nodded. “Good work.”

Leaving him there, she marched outside, following the sounds of whooping and shouts until she came to the makeshift fighting ring Tommy had the boys set up. To get the men out of the way. And to allow them to express their frustrations and aggressions in a way that wouldn’t risk wrecking the house. The fire combined with the towering hedges made it seem almost labyrinth-like. Twisted and hellish.  

Tommy was standing beside Grace’s uncle, watching the fighting with his lips turned down, hat angled so that the shadow of the brim hid his eyes in darkness.

“It’s done,” she told him once she was at his side, voice low enough that only he could hear. He just nodded. Glancing back at the men pummeling each other in the ring, she smirked. “So much for ‘no fucking fighting,’ eh?”

“Mm,” he grunted. Lucy patted his shoulder.

“I’m going to head back inside. It’s chilly.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

She nodded, retreating back to the house without another word. 

∗ ∗ ∗ 

Stuffing the last forkful of chocolate cake into her mouth, Lucy chewed slowly, watching as couples swayed across the dancefloor from her seat. The men had come back inside for the cutting of the cake and one final round of dancing before the reception would soon draw to a close. 

Setting her fork down and pushing her plate away, she spotted Grace with her uncle on the other side of the room near the band, talking to him as they danced. Wiping her mouth on a napkin, she glanced over as Tommy’s large hand landed on her shoulder.

“Enjoy the cake?” he asked, leaning over her to put his cigarette out in the ashtray at the center of the table.

“Yeah, it was good.”

“Mm,” the hand on her shoulder slid down her arm, until it wrapped around her wrist and tugged her up from her seat. “Come dance with me,” he began to pull her towards the dance floor. Lucy’s eyes widened. 

“Tommy, you know I don’t dance,” she protested.

“It’s my wedding day. You have to do what I say,” he pulled her into his arms, hand on her waist while the other entwined with her fingers. “And right now, I want to dance with the maid of honor.”

She snorted, but allowed him to start to gently sway them back and forth to the music. “I’m hardly a maid.”

“Would you prefer the title matron?”

“You call me a matron and I’ll knock you on your arse right here in front of everybody, wedding day be damned.”

He laughed, twirling her. Letting him draw her back against his chest, Lucy hummed contentedly, spotting Grace staring at them from over his shoulder. Upon catching her eye, Grace shot her a knowing, joyful smile.

The day hadn’t entirely gone according to plan, but that was okay. It all didn’t seem to matter too terribly much anyway. Not with one of her lovers holding her tenderly as they danced while the other smiled at her softly from across the room. 

Lucy pressed her smile into Tommy’s shoulder, letting herself get lost in the warm, gentle sway of his arms. 

∗ ∗ ∗ 

“Hullo, Asher,” she cooed, kneeling down with her arms spread wide open, to let the huge black shepherd run into them, his fluffy tail wagging wildly as he nuzzled at her with his snout. Lucy laughed, giving him a few scratches under his chin. They’d adopted the big black dog a little over a year ago. He often accompanied Lucy on her assignments, and had been trained as a guard dog. Which was why they had to keep him locked up in a separate room when there were lots of strangers in the house. He got anxious with so many unknown faces around.

“Yeah, that’s a good boy,” she praised, kissing him between the eyes before standing. With all the guests out the door, she could finally relax and let the poor dog out. Asher followed her dutifully down the hall, taking off across the great green meadow surrounding the house as soon as she opened the door, bounding over to piss on a hedge. Watching him from the doorway, she lit a cigarette, smoking lazily as she allowed him to run about for a while.

“Asher!” she finally put out her cigarette and whistled, and the dog came running. Letting him back in the house and stroking his huge head, she closed and locked the door behind her before heading upstairs. 

She found Tommy and Grace in the master bedroom, standing at the window with Tommy’s arms around Grace as he held her from behind, every once in a while placing kisses into her neck. Grace had already changed from her wedding dress into a silk purple robe and matching nightclothes. Tommy had stripped down to his white shirt, suspenders, and slacks. Going to the vanity, Lucy began to remove her earrings, necklace, and rings, placing them each carefully in her jewelry boxes. Hopping from one foot to the other, she slipped off her heels, sighing in relief as the ache that had settled into her feet from wearing them most of the day tempered. 

“Lucy,” Grace mumbled, her eyes were closed as she leaned back against Tommy, a hand outstretched towards her, snatching at the air. “Come here, love.”  

Taking her hand, Lucy let her draw her in close, chuckling and wrapping her arms around both of her lovers, head tilting up to kiss Tommy before burying her face in Grace’s neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume. 

Sliding around to press herself to Grace’s front, she cupped her cheeks, stretching up onto her toes to kiss her, pushing her more firmly against Tommy’s front as she did so. Grace sighed blissfully into her mouth, hands falling to Lucy’s hips. Tommy grunted in approval, busying himself with spreading kisses along the length of Grace’s throat. 

With clumsy, staggering steps, the three of them stumbled to the bed in the middle of the room. Fingers moving expertly, Grace pulled down the zipper on Lucy’s dress, pushing it off of her shoulders to pool on the floor. Stepping from it, Lucy fumbled far less gracefully with the sash on Grace’s robe, working the knot loose so that Tommy could pull the robe away, his hands already greedily working to free Grace from her nightclothes. Reaching around Grace, even as she continued to kiss her, Lucy shoved Tommy’s suspenders off his shoulders, then devesting him of his shirt. He shivered as she lightly scratched her nails down his chest, ghosting her fingertips along his nipples.  

She was so busy kissing and touching and undressing her lovers that she barely noticed as Grace pulled her bra away, not until her warm hands were covering her breasts, making Lucy moan in surprise at the sudden contact. Giggling as Grace pushed her down onto the mattress, Lucy propped herself up onto her elbows so she could watch as Tommy finished undressing Grace, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against his front, her head tilting to the side so she could kiss him. His hand wandered down her front, tracing between her breasts, down her stomach to nestle between her legs. Lucy moaned obscenely at the sight, fumbling to kick her knickers off and circle a finger along her clit.

Grace gasped as Tommy sunk a thick finger inside her and Lucy whimpered, arousal pooling heatedly in her belly as she mimicked his movements on herself with her own fingers. Grace broke her kiss with Tommy to throw her head back against his shoulder, lips parting in pleasure. His eyes tracked to Lucy, spread out on the bed, smirking as he took in her state of wantonness as she watched them, doubling his efforts to work Grace over, clearly putting on a show for her. 

Spreading her legs wider, Lucy tilted her head back against the pillows, lips parting as her thumb circled her clit, chest heaving. Tommy did something with his fingers that made Grace cry out, and then he was grunting and fumbling behind her. Understanding, Grace climbed into the bed on top of Lucy, hands braced on either side of her head. Tangling her fingers in her golden waves, Lucy pulled her face down to kiss her tenderly; first her lips, then her eyelids, then each cheek. 

Grace smiled at her so widely the dimple in her cheek formed, nuzzling her affectionately before kissing Lucy’s cheek, then along her neck. She moved down her body languidly, careful to tenderly caress each scar the marked Lucy’s pale skin with her lips. Lucy shivered, swallowing hard at being handled so gently. For the most part she no longer minded showing her scars to Grace or Tommy, but the reminder that they still found her beautiful was comforting.

Behind Grace, Tommy’s belt clinked as he undid it, shoving his slacks and boxer shorts down his legs in one movement. As Grace situated herself between Lucy’s legs, he leaned over her, warm fingertips caressing Lucy’s cheek before he kissed her, soft and lazy, lips curling in a smile as she moaned into his mouth at the first gentle brush of Grace’s tongue over her clit. Pulling away from her, Tommy dropped a kiss onto Grace’s shoulder before taking hold of her hips. The vibrations against Lucy’s cunt as Grace moaned at Tommy entering her had Lucy throwing her head back, fingers tightening in Grace’s hair as she more fervently started to ride her mouth.  

Moving in earnest, all three of them let out guttural, desperate sounds of pleasure. Tommy was fucking into Grace at a steady, measured pace, thrusts deep and clearly hitting all of the right spots inside of her if the way she moaned into Lucy’s cunt with each movement was of any indication. Lucy’s back arched as Grace slipped two of her long fingers into her, tongue circling her clit expertly. Head thumping back against the soft pillows, she let her lips fall open as she moaned shamelessly, legs hooking over Grace’s shoulders to give her better access. Riding her face harder as her orgasm drew closer.

“Ohhh…” Lucy’s core tightened, pleasure swirling under her skin. Grace hummed in approval while Tommy purred, curling tighter over Grace’s back, watching Lucy come undone with gleaming blue eyes from over her shoulder. Never once did he cease his frantic thrusts.

“Doesn’t she look so pretty when she comes for us?” he crooned out, voice going all low and growly. Just the way he knew she liked it. “Our pretty little concubine.”

Lucy sobbed, core spasming near violently at his words. So close.

“Mm,” keeping one hand planted firmly on Grace’s hip, Tommy reached out with the other to stroke Lucy’s cheek. “You going to come?” he asked, grunting as he thrusted particularly deep into Grace. Lucy whimpered and his eyes flashed, smirk curling across his face, head tilting in mock contemplation. “If you’re a good girl and come for Grace, maybe I’ll let you ride my cock once I’ve finished fucking her.”

Crying out at the combination of his filthy words and Grace’s tongue laving over her clit, her body tensed with the intensity of her climax, a gush of wetness coating Grace’s mouth and fingers. Tommy and Grace moaned in response to her orgasm, the speed of Tommy’s thrusts increasing while Grace continued to tenderly lap at her folds until Lucy had to gently nudge her head away due to overstimulation. 

Sitting up, Lucy cupped Grace’s cheeks, kissing her and humming at the taste of her own release still on her tongue. She could feel from the tension building in Grace’s muscles that she was close. Tracing her fingertips, butterfly light, across her pale skin until she cupped one of her breasts, still kissing her as she ran a thumb along her nipple. Behind her, Tommy had reached around to stroke over Grace’s clit, and she came with a spasm and a hoarse shout that was only partially muffled by Lucy’s mouth.  

Growling, Tommy pulled out of Grace long enough to flip her over onto her back. Lucy shifted, so that she was pressed against her side. Tommy turned his head to kiss her as he slid back into Grace, pace more measured as he thrusted slow and deep. Shifting, Lucy flung a leg across Tommy’s back in order to feel closer to them, nuzzling at his neck while he kissed Grace, the tempo of his thrusts increasing.

They all jumped at the sudden wail of Charlie from his room next door, his cries loud and echoing. Grace jerked, immediately glancing to the door, but Tommy propped himself up on his arms above her.

“It’s all right,” he said, pulling out and sliding off of her to sit on the edge of the bed, putting on his boxer shorts. Grace rolled onto her side to watch him, Lucy pressing herself to her back. “I’ll be right back,” Tommy stood, going to the door. Lucy nodded, burying her face into Grace’s neck. 

“Should I–” Grace started, but Lucy shook her head.

“Tommy’s got him.”

Sure enough, Charlie’s cries ceased after a moment. Breaths stirring Grace’s soft blonde hair, Lucy slid her hand down her front, pushing two fingers into her wet center with ease, humming at the way Grace gasped. Thumb circling her clit, she pumped languidly, the other hand cupping Grace’s breast. Placing her lips to the place on her neck where she knew she was the most sensitive, Lucy drew her into a steady, long lasting orgasm that seemed to leave her entirely spent, clutching at her arms, back arching as she cried out in a way that echoed throughout the room.

Pulling her fingers free, Lucy stretched up over Grace’s shoulder to properly kiss her, just closing her eyes and basking in the way that she felt pressed up against her front, soft and warm.

Leaning back, Lucy’s head turned lazily at a sound near the door, to find that Tommy had at some point returned to the room, watching them with hungry, dark eyes. He’d shoved his boxers down, hand stroking his large cock as he looked on. Lucy felt her thighs clench in response to the sight, a hand reaching out to him.

He came to her quickly, willingly, climbing on top of her with a desperation that he rarely displayed. Catching at his jaw, she trailed her other hand along his back, legs hitching up around his waist. Tommy moaned, the tip of his cock brushing through her folds, but not yet penetrating her. His arms went around her, scooping her up until they were seated on the bed, both upright with her in his lap.

Crying out as he sank into her, her fingers curled into his shoulders, head tipping back at the indescribable stretch. Tommy groaned, mouth tracing over her collarbone as he gave her time to adjust. The muscles in her thighs flexed as she started to bounce in his lap, his hands tight on her hips to help her keep her balance. There was a sudden presence of warmth behind her, as Grace sat up, plastering herself to her back, kissing Tommy over her shoulder before burying her face in Lucy’s hair. Her fingers move delicately along Lucy’s front, toying with her breasts before reaching downwards, to feel at the place where she stretched around Tommy.

Growling so deeply she felt it vibrate throughout his entire chest, Tommy adjusted his hold on her, arm wrapping around her waist, changing the angle of his thrusts so that he was getting even deeper than before. Lucy sobbed, swearing that she could feel him all the way up in her chest. Grace’s fingers slid over her clit, pressing in tighter against her back, nipping playfully at her shoulder.

“Do you like it, Lucy?” Tommy asked, forehead pressing to hers, breath warm as it fanned across her cheeks. “Like being fucked by a man and his wife?”

Whimpering, she nodded helplessly, unable to do much more as her eyes rolled back in her head. Tommy’s pace was growing faster, making love feverishly, biceps flexing as he held her tight. Never letting her go.

And then he kissed her, in a way that was startlingly gentle considering the ferocity in which he was fucking her. Grace’s lips were soft against her shoulder. The combination of Tommy’s cock rubbing deep inside of her and Grace’s fingers on her clit were far too much to take, and she screamed as she came, walls squeezing around Tommy’s cock in a death grip. Grace purred, resting her cheek against the crook of her shoulder and wrapping her arms around them both. Tommy managed only a handful more thrusts before he stilled, letting out a drawn out moan as his cock twitched and then emptied inside of  her.

The three of them stopped, stilling as they just held each other. They managed to eventually muster up enough energy to move just enough that Tommy was pulled out of her, cuddling each other on the bed in a pile of contented limbs.

∗ ∗ ∗ 

The next morning, she followed Tommy out of the house, getting into the backseat of the car while he drove and Polly sat in the front. Polly didn’t say a single word to her the entire drive down to Small Heath. Not surprising. She’d been in a mood as the wedding drew closer.

Actually, she had been in a mood for the past years. Ever since Tommy had told her that Grace was back in his life.

They parked along the side of the road, and Tommy stepped out first, holding out a hand to help Polly out while Lucy jumped down from the backseat. His fingers ghosted for the briefest of moments along Lucy’s back after he closed the door, and she smiled at him. Following him into the betting shop, she listened to the cheers and congratulations from the men as they came forward to shake Tommy’s hand, breezing past them to the safe. It clicked as Tommy put in the combination.

Inside, she, Polly, and Tommy began to unload the stacks of bills they’d brought in to join the ones already occupying the shelves. Lucy ignored Polly’s irritable questions to Tommy about the plan involving the Russians, finishing putting her share of the money away and heading out into the shop.

It was back to business as usual, but not even Polly could sour her good mood.

Everything was finally starting to feel just as it should be.

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Prompt-"Just admit that was extra" w/ Tommy

As you passed through the crowd of guests at your charity ball, you smiled at Tommy triumphantly. “I told you everyone of importance is here! We’re going to receive so many donations tonight!” You couldn’t contain your excitement thinking of all the good the Shelby Foundation could do with the money being raised.

“Congratulations, darling,” Tommy said, leaning in to kiss you. You savored the sweetness of the moment, thinking it couldn’t be any more perfect when something unexpected happened. 

“Mrs. Shelby, have you met the Duchess Tatiana Petrovna?” A voice called out to you. You turned to see a woman in a scandalous gown standing beside the Lord Mayor. All eyes were on her as she extended a hand to Tommy. He kissed her hand politely, introducing himself and then you. The woman paid little attention to you, however, as she shamelessly flirted with your husband, leaning over to give him a view of her ample cleavage. Your eyes widened at the sight of her spilling from her low cut gown and you wondered if the thin straps would hold. 

Tommy remembered his mission for the evening, steering the topic toward money. Soon he had her handing over a small bag of precious gems that would serve as her donation. Pocketing the handsome sum, he winked at you and you breathed a sigh of relief knowing you could part company with her.

That was not Tatiana’s intention, however. Apparently, she thought she had paid for your husband’s attention for the rest of the evening. Your ears rang with the sound of her shrill laughter and you thought you couldn’t take much more when she suddenly decided to turn her back to you rudely and place a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. In a pouty voice she demanded, “I’d like a dance now, Mr. Shelby. Then perhaps we could discuss your plans for later.” Your blood boiled at her blatant disrespect for you and without another thought you tipped your full glass of champagne down the back of her dress. 

Her back arched as the cool, bubbly liquid made contact with her skin and she cursed loudly in Russian. She spun around to look at you with a murderous look in her eye. But before she could say a word you slapped her across the face giving her a stern warning, “Keep your filthy hands off my husband. This isn’t fucking Russia!” Tommy intervened immediately holding the two of you apart lest you rip each other to shreds. Then he called for John and Arthur who escorted Tatiana out of the ballroom. 

Tommy hooked an arm around your waist and moved you to a dark corner, whispering in your ear, “Was that necessary, love?”

“When a Russian whore is trying to steal my husband, I think so,” you retorted.

“She can’t have me though, can she?,” he said hooking a finger under your chin and making you look him in the eye. “I’m all yours, eh? Besides, we’ve got what we wanted from her,” he said producing the small pouch of jewels. “Think of all the good it will do.” You nodded at him slowly, realizing you did in fact have the upper hand. As he tucked the jewels away in his coat pocket, Tommy raised his eyebrows and gave a deep chuckle, “Just admit that was extra.”

“Never,” you replied stubbornly as you left his side for a fresh drink and he shook his head with an amused laugh.

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The Spy (5/?)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Adeline Taylor (OC)

Warnings: period typical sexism, series typical violence, period typical views of PTSD, period typical racism, blood and gore, angst, sexual situations, infertility, loss of child

Summary: Adeline is unprepared to return to Birmingham, but anything is better than France.

**Note: This is a series, so you should read The School Teacher and The Messenger first if you want to understand everything.*

Word Count: 2740

Author’s Note: I have no idea why this chapter took so long, but eeeep!! Okay, here’s one you’ve been waiting for.

Calais, 1924

Another reason to hate fucking France, not that she needed one, stood a couple of feet away from her. Sidney it seemed, couldn’t help himself and allowed his eyes to travel the length of her, lingering on her tits and her eyes. Adeline hadn’t taken her eyes off the woman either, but unlike Sidney, fucking her was the furthest thing from her mind. Fucking Russians. At least she wouldn’t feel bad about killing this one. Although, it would have to wait. Grand Duchess Tatiana Petrovna was a favored niece of Grand Duke Leon Petrovich Romanov and her untimely death would cause more problems than Adeline could deal with. Fucking Russians. 

“I’m prepared to seduce him, if that is what is required to gain his compliance.” 

Adeline couldn’t have held in her laugh if there’d been a gun pointed to her face. She ignored the irate glare Sidney shot her because the woman’s statement was ludicrous. Oh, she knew this woman with her manicured nails, seductive hip sway, and diamond crusted neck could very likely seduce Thomas Shelby - at least as far as getting him naked and fucking her. As to gaining his compliance? Well. That was another matter entirely.

“Sorry, Princess,” Adeline managed between laughs. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a cigarette, lighting it before looking back up at Tatiana. “It’s just such a terrible idea, and we’d been told you Russian’s had this whole venture planned so precisely that one deviation could mean death.” 

“According to my uncle, seducing Thomas will give us an advantage.” 

Adeline nodded her head. “Aye. I’m sure that’s exactly what your uncle told you, and for many men, such a ploy would be quite successful. You are a beautiful woman willing to spread her knees for a cause - ”

“Our survival - ”

“Of course. Survival.” Adeline pulled a lungful of nicotine into her lungs. “I’m no blushing virgin, Princess, and it’s of little concern to me whose cock you have inside you, but if it’s Mister Shelby’s compliance you’re seeking, I’d use something other than your cunt.” 

“You’re quite direct.” 

Sidney glared at Adeline. “Too direct.” 

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not wrong.” 

“You know Mister Shelby,” Tatiana stated as though confirming something for herself. “How would you approach him?” 

“You’re ill equipped for my methods, Princess. Much to soft, too delicate.” 

“I am Russian.” 

Adeline’s eyes narrowed. “Exactly.” 

“Ladies,” Sidney interjected, weariness in his voice. “We still have time before we depart for Birmingham. Let us enjoy the evening. We can devise a strategy tomorrow when everyone has a cooler head.” 

She felt the glare sent in her direction. Adeline shrugged her shoulder. “Whatever you say, Sidney.”

“Yes. I am tired from the journey, and have acted in poor taste. I’m sure we will all have better temperaments tomorrow once we’ve rested,” Tatiana said, voice pitched in a meek, apologetic tone. 

For all that she wanted to hate her, and part of her did, Adeline had to admit the princess was good. Just enough of an apology to sound good, but not enough to assume blame for the interactions. Adeline smirked at the woman as she ground the stub of her cigarette beneath her shoe. 

Arm low around her waist, Sidney led Adeline into the manor house. As she prepared to push him away, Adeline noticed a gleam of understanding enter Tatiana’s eye. Damn. Plastering a smile on her face, she pushed herself ever so slightly closer to Sidney, rested her hand against his chest, thumb absently stroking the material of his vest. Above her, Sidney’s head shifted, no doubt a look of quickly masked confusion on his face. Thankfully, he didn’t call her out on her strange behavior. As she’d hoped, he allowed himself to indulge in her softness. For the many mysteries surrounding Sidney, she could always count on him to take advantage of such moments. His lips pressed a tender kiss to the crown of her head while his hand shifted up enough to graze the underside of her breast. She allowed a small intake of breath at the contact. Lowering her eyes as though embarrassed, she glanced around. Tatiana’s face had a pinched, sour sort of look to it. Good. A small, but genuine, smile curled her lips. 

“Whatever game you’re playing with the Duchess,” Sidney began as the door to their room closed behind him. “Stop.”

Adeline pulled herself from his arm.

“She’s reckless and dangerous.” 

“Qualities I’d assumed you’d admire.”

“Aye, I do, but not when they’re set against us.”

Sidney smiled as he poured them each a glass of whiskey. “Us?”

Adeline scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. Right now you’re the lesser of all evils, which you should take as quite the compliment. I don’t know exactly how you embroiled yourself so spectacularly in this nightmare, but thanks ever so much for dragging me into it. While you’re strategizing with the princess I’ll be working out a plan to get us out alive, because as loath as I am to say these words out loud, you’re my best hope right now.” 

He held the glass out to her. She took it with a frown and knocked back its contents. “Damnit, Sidney.” 

 Birmingham, Two Weeks Later

Adeline shadowed her eyes with her hand, blocking the midday sun from her face. At least, as much sun as England permitted in Birmingham. The stone building in front of her stood tall, imposing. Water tracks in the brick told its age. She wanted to reach out her hand, trace the path, feel the water against her fingertips. As a child, her mother had regaled her with the strength of men like Paul and Silas, who sang praises to their God after being flogged and thrown into prison in Philippi. But, her favorite story had been from the Old Testament. The three men were thrown in the fires for refusing to bow to a gilded statue of King Nebuchadnezzar. Even as a child, she appreciated the backbone it took to defy a king, knowing you’d die for it. She’d wondered if when she had occasion to stand before a king, the blaze of a fire behind her - would she be brave like those three? Defy the king, and walk into the fire? 

Two men stood at the gated entrance. One from Scotland Yard, a hard face and bald head. The other a man of the cloth. Glazing up at the priest, Adeline knew she’d burn before debasing herself before someone as contemptible as him simply because of a title. Titles changed. Kings died. And, if what her mother told her about the bible was accurate, even priests would be judged. Adeline’s lip curled as she took stock of him. From the way the robes swished around his ankles, to the way the hat sat upon his head, she hated him. Another thing she blamed her mother for. 

“Is he afraid?” the priest asked. 

The man from Scotland Yard shook his head. “No.”

Nodding, the priest turned to face Sidney and Adeline.

“You’ve been sent to ensure there are no more…mistakes.”

“I’ve found that killing traitors is hardly ever a mistake,” Sidney offered. 

“The distinguished men of Section D are unaccustomed to deviations from their plans.”

Adeline rolled her eyes, but kept quiet. This one made the hairs on her arms stand on end. She knew a snake in the grass when she saw one.

“In that case, Father Hughes,” Sidney said as he removed an invisible piece of lint from his jacket, “The distinguished men of Section D should do the work themselves.” 

“They're the hand that guides. Visionaries.” 

Adeline scoffed, but bit it back when Father Hughes turned his dark gaze on her. She offered him a biting smile. Oh how she wanted to shove a blade deep into his stomach. Some preferred the heart, but Adeline figured a man this corrupt might be contagious, best go for the stomach. Or the groin. A curiously pleasant grin spread across her face as she wondered what it would be like for him. Would he remain conscious long enough to see the whole penis removed from his body? 

“What has you so amused, my dear?” Sidney whispered against her neck, lips brushing the shell of her ear. 

Damn him. She shuddered as a pleasurable tingle raced through her body. Still. 

Turning her face to his, their noses glancing against each other as she whispered in his ear. “I’m having a bit of a wager with myself. I want to know if the pompous priest would remain conscious long enough to see his cock removed from his body and shoved down his throat.” 

She could feel the way her words affected Sidney. His hand gripped her hip tightly, fingers pressing against her flesh. “Even when you hate me, you say the sweetest things to me.” 

He pressed a tender kiss to the hollow below her ear as they drew apart from each other. She blinked. For a moment, she was back in France and more than a little overwhelmed by the man standing in front of her. Damn his charm. Damn the way his darkness caressed her own, teased it - fed it. 

“He’s just in here, sir,” the man from Scotland Yard said with a gesture towards the door. 

Breaking away from Sidney, Adeline noted how the copper from the most feared police force in the country trembled around this priest, how sweat beaded his brow. Just as she’d always thought - cowards with more ill-gained authority than sense.  

“Yes, yes,” Father Hughes snapped. “You’re free to leave. I have all I need from you. There’s more to be discussed before we address Mr. Shelby and his errant ways.” 

Adeline felt the blood drain from her face, and for possibly the first time in her life felt thankful that Sidney still had his arm around her because without it she knew she would’ve slid straight to the ground. 

“That’s right,” Father Hughes said, a slow smile on his face. “The whore knows the gangster. I, of course, feel this is an unwise decision, but as ever, I am the humble emissary for those of a higher purpose.” 

Sidney’s fingers dug into her, no doubt leaving bruises, but it kept her from acting foolish and stabbing Father Hughes in the eye with the key she gripped in her hand. Oh how the blood would flow, the soft pop of his eye as she pushed the tip of the key in deeper and deeper. Yes. Eyes first, like a good Blinder. The cock could wait.   

“It is Churchill’s belief that their prior dalliance will be a better way to ensure compliance, and avoid more…mistakes. The carrot - ” Sidney pointed to Adeline. “And the stick.” He pointed to Father Hughes. 

Bait. She’d been reduced to bait. Of course, she had no idea if she would be appropriate bait for this particular trap. Two years had passed since she’d laid eyes on Thomas Shelby, and not a word between them since. And, the man wasn’t known for being forgiving. Regardless of the greeting she’d receive, it didn’t make much sense though because other than Thomas Shelby, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill any of the men involved in this idiotic Russian chess game. There had to be more to this plan, something she couldn't see. But, Thomas, who held what remained of her heart, waited for her inside that prison. Whatever moves Section D intended to make would reveal themselves in time. Wait. Listen. Alfie. She’d see Alfie again soon. 

Distracted by her thoughts, she didn’t see the blow coming. She felt it though. Understood the way gravity worked as she impacted the ground. Bringing a hand up to her face, she felt the blood dripping from the cut on her cheek, knew it was swelling. The boot to her stomach had the air leaving her lungs as she sucked in a breath. 

“For a whore, she’s a quiet one,” Father Hughes said. “Most would have at least cried out once, offered a prayer.” 

Adeline spat blood from her mouth. “For your sake, I hope your faith is stronger than your punch. You’ll get no satisfaction from me, priest.” 

“She’s stubborn, but the blood and bruises will do the work we need,” Sidney said, stepping between them. 

He held out a hand to Adeline. Wary eyes, she took it and stumbled to her feet. Faster than she would have anticipated for a man of the cloth, Father Hughes reached forward and tore the sleeve from Adeline’s dress. Sidney secured her hands behind her back, and bound them with rope while Father Hughes used her own dress to gag her. Instinctively, she thrashed, feeling the rope bite into the skin around her wrists. She glared up at Father Hughes; she’d enjoy killing him. 

“I’ll speak with Mr. Shelby alone first,” Father Hughes said as he hauled Adeline inside the prison. “I’ll call for you when it’s time to bring her to see him. I’m sure they’ve been long awaiting their reunion.” 

She’d start with his toes, Adeline decided. Tear the toenails from his feet before lifting the skin and peeling it like a grape. He wasn’t human, so what need did he have of his mortal flesh? In a way, she’d be doing him a favor. Bringing him closer to his God by allowing him to suffer. She’d be the true test of his piety.  

Feeling herself passed to Sidney made her feel like a sack of potatoes, and about as useful. At least Sidney handled her with a bit more care. Not that she wanted to be grateful to him, but she’d been working on not lying to herself. Sidney only appreciated violence against her when it was directed by his hand. He’d be tender with her now, if only to demonstrate the safety he offered. As though she needed the reminder. Bastard. 

She stood silently with Sidney as Father Hughes and a large doberman went into the cell. Smiling around the gag, she wondered at the priest’s thinking. Didn’t he know anything about the Shelby's, about Thomas? As though a dog would serve to intimidate him. Straining her ear, she tried to pick up the conversation, but to no avail. The stone walls kept the noise contained, and Father Hughes undoubtedly kept his voice quiet on purpose. 

“Don’t do anything foolish, Arke,” Sidney warned. “Play your part and I’ll be able to keep you safe. These are dangerous men.” 

Adeline rolled her eyes. She’d been surrounded by dangerous men for so long now it had become her new normal. Many years had passed since she’d gone more than a month without someone’s blood on her hands. 

The door opened on squeaky hinges, and Father Hughes’ voice carried out to the hallway.

“It’s true. It’s true we do need you alive.” 

Adeline could hear the disappointment in his tone, and smiled around the gag in her mouth. 

With rough hands, now that there was a show to put on, Sidney yanked Adeline down the hallway and shoved her in front of him. Arms bound behind her, she stumbled, only to be caught and pulled upright by Father Hughes. She growled around the gag, imagined spitting into his smug face. Even knowing he’d simply wipe it away before slapping her. Her grin felt feral. It would be worth it. 

“We can reach anyone,” he said. His hand landed on her head, petting through her hair before fisting it in his hand and yanking her head back sharply. Another smile spread across her face as she watched Father Hughes’ jaw tighten. If he expected a damsel in distress reaction, he should have hired an actress. 

Without her permission, her eyes immediately sought Tommy’s. 

Everything stopped.

The only sound was her racing heart, the blood pumping through her veins. 

His eyes assessed her quickly. Lingering on the bruise on her face, tracking the blood. She saw his jaw tense, watched the way his eyes darkened. 

Tommy looked up at Father Hughes, a single eyebrow raised. 

“Don’t be coy, Mister Shelby,” Father Hughes said as he shoved Adeline to her knees. “We know this woman is your fiancée. Comply with each and every one of my orders without question or deviation, and she’ll remain safe. Do well, and I’ll see she’s returned to you when the job is completed.” 

Tommy leaned back, a small bitter smile on his face. “See, that’s where you’ve made your mistake. I ‘ave no fiancée.”

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A Death in the Family

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Y/N

Summary: You have married Thomas Shelby, the emperor, you have been setting up the Shelby foundation while you had so much free time on your hands now. But, on the night of the foundation event things happen the you weren't expecting. (based on E2S3)

Warning:angst, violence, mention of death, guns, business!Tommy, comforting!Tommy

It was finally the night of the big event you have been planning. While you didn't get involved in the other side of Tommy's business, you stayed occupied with the foundation you grew from the inside of your shared home, while he did his business.

Arriving at the theater where the ballet would be held, Tommy helped you out of the car and walked in with you.

"Are your ready, love?" He asked looking around at the people who stood and mingled.

"Of course I am." You said with a smile and kissing him on the cheek.

"Thank you." You told him. He just gave you a slight smile and you went and mingled with your guests you spent days inviting.

You for the leader of the Birmingham City Council.

"Hello, Mrs. Shelby. " He said shaking your hand.

"Here let's go find Thomas and introduce you two." Making small talk as you walked through the crowd of people, and then spotting your husband.

"There he is." You said with a smile.

"Tommy." You said as you got closer to him. He turned to see you and a man behind you you .

"He's the leader of the Birmingham City Council." You said introducing him to Tommy.

"Hello Tommy." He said shaking Tommy's hand.

"Hello Danny." Tommy replied back, making you a bit confused.

"How'a business?" Danny asked.

"Alright, it's holding up. How are you?" Tommy asked shaking Danny's hand.

"You know each other?" You asked not knowing they knew each other.

"I have interests in a steelworks in Cradley Heath. Tommy helps me get my products to the carmakers." Daniel spoke, kind of making a bit upset introducing someone to Tommy that has already known him.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Shelby, on your wedding." You smiled coming out if the little funk that the interaction put you in.

"Thank you, I'm surprised you weren't invited." You said with a bit bit. of sarcasm in your voice directed at Tommy.

"Now, how would that look, eh?" He said with a smile. Noticing Tommy staring between you and Daniel. You both looking to see what, or who he was looking at. Seeing two men walk through the door together.

"Oh, now, the party has really started." Daniel said looking at the two men.

"Who are they?" You asked not recognizing them.

"Father John Hughes from St. Mary's Boys Reformatory. And with him is Mr. Patrick Jarvis, MP. They are part of an organization called Economic League." Daniel explained to you. Tommy still glaring at them.

"Did you invite the, Y/N?" He asked you, with somewhat of a worry inches voice and face.

"Their names sound familiar." You said thinking to yourself.

"They were recommended by the Lord Mayor." You said remember the name and looking at Tommy.

"Oh. On your 'best people of the city' list, eh?" He asked with a bit of sarcasm.

"Do you know them?" You asked Tommy as it seemed like he had some battle to fight with the.

"I'll introduce you, Tommy." Daniel said before Tommy could answer your question. They men walked away into the other room.

"That's all right, Danny. I'll introduce myself." Tommy said with a look of a mission in his eyes. Tommy walked away and you watched as he walked. You rolled your eyes handheld conversation with Daniel, before going and looking for your family. Finding Ada, Finn, and Polly finally.

"Where is Tommy?" Ada asked you.

"You know Tommy." You said tipping back the glass of champagne you had in annoyance.

"I'm sure he's mingling. Getting peoples money. You know how he is." Polly spoke. After about 20 minutes of mingling with people. You stood with the duchess Tatiana Petrovna. You saw Tommy heading towards you two.

"Tommy. This is Duchess Tatiana Petrovna." You said introducing them too. Tommy cleared his through a bit.

"Come on, Tommy, aren't you impressed to meet a real duchess?" You asked as he just stood in silence.

"Well, I understand they charge a fee." He spoke up, catching you off guard by his comment.

"Mr. Shelby, you're very direct." Tatiana spoke with a scoff of his words. Also making you stare at him in disbelief he just said that.

"Too direct." You said looking at him. He looked over at you swaying back and forth like he was uncomfortable.

"But it's true." Tatiana said and you definitely didn't expect her to agree with his comment.

"I attend these things for the champagne. and for the chance to be treated like a duchess again." You said looking over at her with fake smile on your face.

"You should have kissed my hand, Mr. Shelby." She spoke looking at Tommy, instantly making you mad. But, you decided not to show it and watch Tommy's next move at her comment.

" Forgive me." He said taking her hand and kissing the top of it, making you even more mad at him.

"She was asking about my Sapphire." You said looking at him.

"I thought I recognized it." She spoke.

" She said it was Russian." You told Tommy looking at him with anger in your eyes and a little in your voice.

"My husband has business in Russia. Perhaps you know about it, Tatiana?" You asked looking back over at her trying to see what the hell was going on between them two.

"Well, tonight is not a night for business, eh?" Tommy said before Tatiana could answer your question.

"Is why why you were in the concert hall for 10 minutes?" You asked with sass in your voice at him.

"I think people are ready for dinner now, Y/N." He said trying to get off topic.

"No, no. I'm not done pumping people for money." You said looking back over at Tatiana.

"What is 'pump for money?'" She asked very interested in what you said.

"Its what I do everyday." Tommy spoke trying to disengage the tension.

"You know each other do you? You see, I am in charge of compiling the list of guests, but it's my husband who seems to know all of them." You said with even more sass than before, and Tommy motioning someone for something.

"I've heard he's very well connected." She spoke to your comment.

"And where does a duchess hear that?" You said with a smile and looking over at Tommy.

"In certain circles." She replied back quickly.

"Alright, enough. Ada." Tommy said again trying to break the tension. Ada coming between your two.

"Y/N, there's a Lady Dowager who wants to speak to you about coffee mornings. She mentioned a 2,000 pound cash donation." Ada said to you catching your interest.

"Tatiana, you and I will speak later." You said to her with no intention of being nice.

"I would like that." She said so innocently. Ada pulled you away to go speak to her.

"Who the hell is she?" You asked Ada.

"I don't know. But tonight is about having fun, raising money. Not whatever that was." Ada spoke. You rolled your eyes and followed her to the women after a bit more mingling you couldn't help but keep your mind off of who she was and how Tommy knew her. After, about 2 minutes of talking to the Lady, Tommy came over.

"Y/N. Listen to me. Look, I can explain." He said trying to what seemed like apologize for what just happened.

"Go away." You said turning yourself away from him. You heard a gong being hit and a man speak.

"Lady and Gentleman." He spoke.

"For once, you shouldn't have to explain." You said turning yourself back to Tommy who kept trying to talk to you.

"The loyalty toast, to His Majesty the King." The man continued.

"Dinner is served." He finished.

"You look beautiful, but you need to take this off." He said motioning to the sapphire around your neck.

"Why? Because you think it would look better on her?" You said now just being an asshole.

"Y/N, look at me, fuck these people, eh. Fuck 'em, I need you to be alright." Tommy said now with his hands on your shoulders keeping you in place.

"I need you, Y/N, I need you." He spoke to you now with a bit of worry then anger in your heart. You smiled at him and stroked his shirt looking into his eyes. Putting your fingers up to his chin and bringing his lips to your, you kissed him gently.

"Damn you , Tommy Shelby." You said with a slight giggle and going int for more kisses not mad at him. It was hard for you to stay mad a thin withe he words that come out of his mouth and his beautiful blue eyes.

"Shall we go inside." You asked him coming out of the kiss and looking into his eyes. At this moment knowing nothing could ruin this night. Nothing could ruin the love you have for this man. Not even a Russian Duchess. You loved him with all your being and couldn't wait for the rest of you lives together.

"Yeah." He said and turning you two to walk into the dining hall for dinner. But you saw an odd man push passed Polly, and raised a gusto you and Tommy.

"For Angel!" He yelled. Tommy grabbing you trying to pull you behind him but not in enough time. You felt nothing. Nothing but cold. Felt something dripping down your arm. You didn't know what. But, then you got dizzy and couldn't hold yourself up anymore. You felt yourself fall, but not to the ground. Into Tommy's arms who screamed across the room. Everything was blurry. Seemed like everything was in slow motion. Looking up and seeing Tommy's face and resting your hand on his shoulder as you laid on the ground, in his arms. Starting to black out here and there a bit. Seeing flashes of black, and seeing Arthur, John, and Finn beating the life out of the man who just held up a gun at you and your husband moments ago. But then everything go dark. Could barely hear the faint yells of people around you. Then nothing.

Your eyes fluttered open just a a bit. The room was bright. But it was too blurry for you to make out where you were. You tried to one a bit, but felt a sharp pain go down your arm making you wince at it.

"Y/N." You heard a faint female voice say. Trying to look around you saw an outline of what looked like Ada.

"Ada?" You asked.

"Yes. Y/N stay still. You were shot. It almost killed you. But, it didn't. You are still pretty beat up. So just stay still." She said to you.

"Where's Tommy?" You asked softly through raspy voice.

"I'll go get him. Finn will be right here with you." She said a she pulled Finn over. You eyes becoming more clear you could see the young Shelby boy.

"Finn, help me sit up a bit please?" You asked trying to mov yourself.

"Ada, said to stay still." He said grabbing your hand.

"Finn." You said still getting up. He quickly ran to the side that you didn't get shot in and helping you up slightly.

"Grab me water please?" You asked him. He grabbed the glass of water from the side of the bed. You realized you were in your home at that point.

" 'Ere you are." He said holding the glass up to your lips and you took some water.

"Y/N?" You heard Tommy's voice faintly from the hall way.

"Y/N!" He raised his voice as he walked into the room seeing you as he walked in the room.

"hello my love." You said still a bit groggy still.

"Everyone out." He said as he crossed the room to you.

"How are you feeling my love?" He asked brushing a few strings of hair behind your ear.

"In pain. But, I'm alive." You said putting a hand on his face. Noticing his puffy eyes. He turned his face into your hand and kissed your palm.

"You should get some rest love." He said rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

"Tommy." Spoke to him.

"Yes, love?" He said giving you his full attention.

"Why am I at home? Why am I not in a hospital? I almost died." You asked.

"Get some sleep, we'll talk more when you awake again." He told you.

"Thomas" You said with anger in your voice now.

"You were in the hospital for about 2 days. But when we found out that you weren't going to die, we had them move you to our home so you were more comfortable when you woke up." He explained. But you knew he was lying.

"Tommy." You said knowing he was lying.

"We needed you safe in the house so the Changretta family thought you died. They meant to kill me Y/N, but when the guy shot, they missed and shot you. After that, they thought they had leverage on me. So, now they think you are dead. They think they destroyed me. They did just a little bit when I sat for hours thinking you weren't coming back." He explained to you.

"John, and Arthur also think you are dead. I needed them to think you were so they stayed on track to find Mr. & Mrs. Cahngretta to kill them and keep the anger in them. The only people who know you are alive are me, Ada, Finn, and Charles. Charlie would sit here with you while you slept with me also." He explained further.

"Did they find him?" You asked Tommy with a very serious face now.

"They are very close. We heard that they are trying to flee to New York to they son, knowing we are coming after them." He answered your question.

"Are they going to kill them?" You asked.

"I told them kill the wife, and keep the old man alive for me to finish off." He said taking your hand in his once again.

"I'm so happy you are alive." He said breaking the silence.

"Take me to where they are brining him." You spoke ignoring what he said prior.

"What?" He asked looking at you confused.

"Take me to where John, and Arthur are bringing the old man." You spoke once again.

"You need to rest." He said.

"Thomas." You said with a firm voice.

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with that side of the business?" He asked.

"Tommy. I died. Even if I didn't die physically. Y/N Shelby died. Everyone thinks I'm dead. I need to kill the man who killed me. So take me to him." You said firmly. Tommy just sat and looked at you.

"Ada!" He called out breaking the silence.

"Yes." She said running to the door.

"Help me get her up. She wants to go on a trip." He told her.

After about an hour you were finally ready to go. Still in pain, but the help of cocaine and pain killers it was bearable. Walking through the halls and to the stairs you saw you son sitting with Finn. You smiled and held on to the railing for help down the stairs, but Tommy came quickly next to you for more support. Getting to the bottom of the stairs, you walked over to Finn and Charles. He sat on Finns lap

"My baby." you said with tears welling in your eyes. Slowly you got down on you knee to come eye level with him. A smile spreading across his face and reaching out for you. That made you cry even more because you could hold him, and squeeze him like you wanted to.

"Baby, daddy and mommy will be back soon ." You said caressing his cheek. Tommy coming behind you helping you to your feet.

"Thank you Finn." You said messing his hair with a smile. With that you and Tommy walked out of you home and to the car. Helping you settle into it and rounding to the driver side.

"Are you sure you want this love?" Tommy asked you.

"I'm a new women now Tom. Whether you do it or I do it. Need to see it happen. He did this to me." You told him. he nodded his head and started the car and off you two were to go face the man who all-in-all did this to you.

About 40 minutes later of small talk with Tommy learning everything that has been going on, on his side of the business, while you were out, you two pulled up to what looked like an abandoned building. Getting out of the car, holding you arm for support so it didn't hang. Taking a deep breath as you began walking into the building down a very dark corridor. Seeing a bit of light at the end that opened to a large room. Looking across and seeing John who faced you two, his eyes widened and Arthur who had his back to the door way turned to also have wide eyes as his eyes settled on you. Giving them a slight grin and then looking at the man sat in the middle of the room. Arms tired behind the chai the sat in, sounds of prayers coming from his lips. You walked over to John, settling next to him in silence he pecked a kiss on your cheek, and Arthur walking to you and doing the same. Stood between the two men as Tommy stopped in front of the man, but then walking to the right to set his case of tools down along with the lantern in his hand. He pulled his hat off of his head then his jacket setting it down. The man praying in Italian with his eyes closes Tommy just stared at. Tommy pulled the chair closer to the old man and sat in it looking at him, even though he wasn't looking back.

"Do you know what time it is, old man?" Tommy asked. But the man with no reply, just the prayers he still sang and his eyes shut.

"I'll tell ya." Tommy said and grabbed his pocket watch.

"It's after 7 in the evening, and I'm going to keep you alive until it gets light." Tommy said pointing his still gloved finger at the man. John pulling you into him just slightly for comfort of what is about to happen. Tommy scooted his chair just a bit closer. The man still not giving attention to Tommy, which you could see him starting to get angry about.

"I'll not deliver the final cut until we can both hear the blackbirds singing outside." Tommy said in the old mans face but still no attentions given. Now Tommy grabbing the back of the mans neck and brining him closer so he knows he could hear him.

"It's a beautiful sound." Tommy said looking directly at you.

"Which my wife will never her again." He spoke with lies on his tongue knowing the man didn't see you walk in with him.

"Or will she?" He said still looking at you and holding his neck still. Tommy stood and motioned John to bring him the case of razors. He opened it and Tommy took a blade from it.

"Now, I'm gonna have to choose carefully which part of you I cut away first." He said opening the blade and pointing it at the man. John walked back over next you and just looked at you with sadness in his eyes. You stood tall as you watched what was going on in front of you.

"Open your eyes." He told the old man who's till sat saying his prayers.

"Open your eyes, or I will cut away your fucking eyelids!!" Tommy now yelling at him. You looked over at Arthur who also looked not too happy about the situation. The man now with his eyes open and Tommy very close to his face.

"Now look at me." Tommy spoke.

"Now look at her!" He yelled grabbing the mans neck and yanking it too look back at you. The man began crying even more when he saw you.

"This is the end. You know she's alive. But you will only know for a few short hours. No one else will know." Tommy spoke to him, letting him know he's the only one out of the family that knew you were alive.

"It was your tongue that gave the order." Tommy spoke after a short silence and grabbing the mans face. This has became a painfully slow ordeal and you don't know how much longer you could wait starting to become impatient. You understood what he was doing, but why? When he was going to die either way.

"I'll take your tongue first." He said looking into the old mans eyes.

"Then I'll take your ears." He said now stood up. You couldn't lie, he was sexy as fuck when he was like this. You've never seen it before, but now you can't wait to see it more often.

"Then I'll take your fingers." Tommy said now sweaty, and taking a few steps backs and moving the chair out of the way.

"Then your fucking toes." He said walking towards the man again.

"See, I take your balls first, you drain too fast like you fuckers do." Tommy said now back in the mans face. Now you stood very impatient watching this happen.

"No, Think tongue first. Tongue first." He said as he grabbed the mans face and opening his mouth to grab his tongue as the man had muffled groans coming out.

"If I take your tongue, you wont be able to explain, and I want you to explain. I want you to fucking explain." Tommy said letting go of his mouth and physically getting more mad. You looked over at John who just watched. In a tense stance, with little to no expression on his face. Tommy pulled the man into his chest hugging his head into it. He breathed heavily as you guys just watched. Looking at him trying to get him to get this shit over with or you were going to room. Tommy released the man and walked away from him. You looked at Arthur and rolled your eyes showing your were becoming irritated.

"Come on Tommy, I forget who I am." Tommy spoke lowly across the room, before standing up again.

"I'm a Blinder. I'll take your fucking eyes first!" He yelled walking back, but you were done with his shit. Grabbing the gun from Johns side and shooting the man in the head, making Tommy stop and look.

"I heard the blackbird sing." You said lowering the gun. Tommy stood there in awe looking at the man. You walked closer seeing he was dead then walking to Tommy.

"It's over. I'm alive." You said caressing the side of his face.

"and we let his wife board the immigrant ship to New York." You heard John say from behind you causing you to look over at him confused.

"We didn't kill Mrs. Changretta." John said continued. You looked over at Tommy who still just stared blankly.

"Its alright. Y/N is here. It was best she did it." Arthur spoke up from beside you two.

"We're not those kind of men." Arthur continued. He grabbed the blade from Tommy's hand after walking passed you two and threw it on the ground. Tommy coming gout of his trance state, blinking a few time, look at you then looking back at Arthur who walked out of the room now. He sighed and walked over to his things.

"You get rid of the body, John." He told him before grabbing his jacket.

'Get rid of those, for good." Tommy said motioning to the box of blades and walked away. Looking over at John and giving him a sorry look then following Tommy out.

#Tommy Shelby #Cillian murphy #peaky blinders #imagine #imagines

[grace-werethesame]

Our love still remains–Chapter 16- The Gala-Divergent version

This version diverge from the show.

With the help of Mary she is putting the last touch of her attire. The sapphire rests heavily on her chest. She knows Tommy will be proud to see her with it. A testament of his success.

He comes bouncing down the steps toward the car waiting in front of his office. He is enthusiastic about this evening almost as much as she is. Reaching for her hand as soon as he enters the car, he kisses her sweetly and settles on the back seat, putting his arm around her shoulders. “It’s going to be a successful night” he states confidently, “You look so regal tonight. You'll be the queen of Birmingham.” As they arrive at the gala, some businessmen catch Tommy’s attention to talk about an issue with a shipment. She notices Polly and they salute each other from afar. She goes to Arthur and John, asks about their families and makes small talk. Grace doesn't count on her brothers in law, to do the job of networking during the event. But she is happy to have them there. She catches Ada's eyes, her sister in law is already at work. She is as motivated as Grace to get as much money as possible for the orphanage. Grace leaves her brothers in law and goes mingling with her guests.

She is talking to the leader of the Birmingham city council when a priest enters the room. As soon as she sees him her blood is freezing. She hasn't sent an invitation to a priest, she is sure of it. It's been only 2 days since she has started her investigation on John Hugues. She hasn't collected enough elements yet to push further. She doesn’t even know what this man looks like. But she guesses that it could be him. He is accompanied by a man who gives her equal chills. She scans the room and notices Tommy looking at them. When the two men exit the ballroom, he follows them.

She can't concentrate on the conversation taking place between the lord mayor and his wife. So she excuses herself and goes in search of Ada. She keeps her eyes on the door of the concert hall where Tommy disappeared. Surely they wouldn't harm him in the middle of a reception. She thinks of Charlie and her heart skips a beat. Both his parents are at the gala. But he stayed with Esme. He is not with strangers. He is protected. A beautiful woman comes to her. She introduces herself as the duchess Tatiana Petrovna. A Russian, Grace knows she won't extract money from her. They've all simulated ruin while hiding their assets. Anyway, these Russian aristocrats care about only one thing, it is regaining their power and their place in Russia. That's where all their money is going. But she has to make a good impression, after all they are now part of the high society in England. After just a few moments in her presence, the duchess already makes Grace uncomfortable. She seems too cunning, despite her straightforward approach. The way she is inquiring about her sapphire is unsettling.

Tommy finally comes back to the ballroom and joins her immediately. "Tommy, this is duchess Tatiana Petrovna." He doesn't bother to acknowledge her, which shocks Grace. "Come on Tommy, aren't you impressed to meet a real duchess?" "Well, I understand they charge a fee." "Mister Shelby… you're very direct." "Too direct." Grace is unamused, she doesn't understand what is going on. She wants to ask him what was discussed with the priest. She thinks that his mind is too occupied with his previous conversation to act properly in the current one. "But it's true, I attend this thing for the champagne and for the chance to be treated like a duchess again, you should have kissed my hand mister Shelby." "Forgive me." Tommy's attitude shifts, he seems to respond to Tatiana's flirting attempt, which bothers Grace even more. "She was asking about my sapphire…" "I thought I recognized it." "She said it was Russian." putting a false smile on her face, Grace tries to regain her composure, but she can't help but search for more information trying to understand the situation. "My husband has business in Russia, perhaps you know about it, Tatiana?" "Well, Tonight is not a night for business, eh." the way he looks at her angers Grace. He doesn't want her here. She is now sure the duchess and him have had business together before. She should have asked about the origin of the sapphire, she hates when she finds herself in the dark. "I think people are ready for dinner now, Grace". "No, no. I'm not done pumping people for money." "What is "pump for money"?" the duchess asks with a false naivety. "It's what I do everyday…" He is definitely too familiar with this duchess, Grace's blood is boiling with jealousy "You know each other, do you?", looking at Tatiana, "You see, I'm in charge of compiling the list of guests but it's my husband who seems to know all of them." She notices Tommy's beckoning sign towards Ada. "I hear he's very well connected." "And where does a duchess hear that?" "In certain circles." Tatiana is provoking her. "Alright, enough. Ada?" Tommy interrupts their tense exchange. "Grace, there is a Lady dowager who wants to speak to you about coffee mornings. She mentioned a two thousand pounds cash donation." "Tatiana, you and I, we'll speak later…" "I would like that."

She is relieved that Tommy managed to extract her from the conversation, because she had little control over her emotions and was, despite her better judgment, interfering in his business. But she is also furious that he would discard her like that, and keeps a private conversation going with that woman who is ostensibly trying to seduce him.

Who is this Tatiana? What is her relationship with Tommy? Does she have something to do with the tanks and the menaces her family is facing? She keeps an eye on Tommy while she distractedly discusses the orphanage with Ada and Lady Loamshire. She reminds herself she shouldn't be that jealous. She knows Tommy loves her, she has no doubt about it. He knows that she would never forgive him if he was having an affair. Trust is everything in their relationship. They couldn't be together right now otherwise...They had rebuilt their relationship on their emotional closeness and instinctive trust. Nevertheless, she is fuming. She feels that Tatiana is the type of woman who would stop at nothing to reach her goal…And he has kept their interactions secret from Grace.

On her left side, she notices Tommy coming to her. He pulls her aside, "Grace, Grace come here. Look, I can explain. Let me explain, I can explain." Grace doesn't want to talk about it in public, she is too mad at him, "For once you shouldn't have to explain." The fact that he is so nervous reminds her of that time, when she was pregnant and she busted him in his office with a gorgeous woman. He had swore to her that nothing had happened, and she believes it, but it certainly wasn't for that woman's lack of trying. "You're beautiful, you look beautiful but you need to take this off." He doesn't make sense, why is he talking about her sapphire. "Why? Do you think it would look better on her?" She just wants to escape, she hates that feeling of uncertainty, that lack of control over her emotions. He is trying to keep her attention on him, "Look at me. Fuck this people, hey? Fuck them. I need you to be alright. I need you, Grace. I need you." He is looking so serious and sincere, her heart melts. She caresses his chest and can’t resist bringing his lips closer to hers to kiss him. "Damned you Tommy Shelby" she can't believe the effect he has on her. When he opens his heart to her, when he lets her see his vulnerability, the power she has on him... She just forgets about everything else but how powerful their love feels. He encircles her waist and brings her closer to him to kiss her. She senses him regaining his calm, relaxing in their closeness. Everything that seemed at odds in their interactions is now aligned again. They'll talk later, in a more private environment. They reluctantly break their kiss, "Should we go inside?" "Yes."

She sees the gun and immediately the fire coming from it. She feels a sharp pain in her chest, and then some warmth. Tommy is screaming next to her. She doesn't understand why she isn't standing anymore… Somehow, she is laying in his arms. She feels Tommy's distress. "Everything will be alright. I feel fine. Don't worry. I love you. Everything is fine." She stops talking, her breath is so short she needs to concentrate on her respiration. She thinks about Charlie. Surely he is sleeping. She thinks of his breathing. Hearing it always has a calming effect on her. She knows it does the same to Tommy, so she tells him smiling "Charlie is quietly sleeping." She closes her eyes. He is pleading with her to stay alive. “I need you Grace, you can’t leave me. You can’t! Please!” She tries to concentrate on her breath, she hears voices, she feels herself being elevated, and then she feels nothing…

…Until she does… She feels her hand, warm and somehow compressed. She tries to move it, but it doesn’t seem to work. She hears a breathing, she feels fingers pressing on her own. She is exhausted and slips back into feeling nothing. When she wakes up the next time, it’s his voice that she is aware of first. She can’t make out the words. She only hears the soft but intense tone. She feels his hand around hers. This time she recognizes it, large and calloused and warm. She tries to move, and it seems to work because Tommy reacts. “Grace! Love! Please move again. Please! I felt you moving. Please move again, squeeze my hand.” She hears her name, so she concentrates all her energy in her hand and squeezes his fingers. But then everything is blank again. She feels it, her hand is on her chest this time, she feels her body, her whole body. Once again she moves her hand and feels the fingers that were covering it clasp hers. She hears his voice, she understands his words. “You’re alive. You made it Grace! Keep fighting! You’re alive! You’ve lost so much blood, they weren’t sure. But I know you! You’ve the strongest mind, the strongest will! Fight for Charlie, he needs you. Fight for me, my love, fight for me cause I won’t survive without you.” She squeezes his hand with her last energy. It’s almost 2 days later when she is able to open her eyes and one more for her to speak her first words. “I love you Tommy” and a few seconds later “How is Charlie?”

Notes : Some of you have asked in the comments for Grace to live past the Gala. I thought that you were right. It's cruel that she had to die so Tommy's character would go darker and darker in the series. She deserves to live. I really enjoyed writing them and spending more time with them. I hope you've liked reading my rendition of their story.

#our love still remains #chapter 16 #final chapter #Grace deserves to live #grace x tommy #tommy x grace #fanfiction #optminist version #grace shelby #grace burgess

[adashelbysaysshutup]

Gansta - Tommy Shelby

Part 2:

As Grace was getting ready for the event, she put on the gorgeous sapphire necklace. It shimmered in the candlelight, making her smile. Charlie adored it, and it was simply beautiful, so she decided to wear it.

After putting on her heels, Grace strutted out the door and into the car. There she waited for Tommy, and after a while, he arrived.

"Hi-" She was cut off by Tommy kissing her lips and she soon deepened it. They chatted the whole way to the event, their hands interlocking. A smile was plastered on their faces, but little did they know it would be the last time that they would be smiling for quite a while.

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"A woman of substance, and class," Polly muttered, taking a drink from the waiter before going to talk to Ada with a cigarette in hand and her head held high.

Grace spotted Tommy, so she wandered over to him, waiting to introduce somebody. "Hey Tommy, he's the leader of the Birmingham city council."

"Hello, Tommy."

"Hi, Danny. Long time no see." They shook hands, smiling lightly at each other.

"How's the business going?"

"All right, holding up, holding up. How are you?"

"Wait- you two know each other?"

"Uh- I have interests in steelworks in Cradley Heath. Tommy helps me get my products to the carmakers." He chuckled. Grace wrapped her fur coat around herself, feeling slightly nervous. "Congratulations on your wedding by the way Miss Shelby." He smiled as Grace murmured a quick thank you before turning towards the door. "Oh, now the party has really started." He continued.

"Who are they?" She asked.

"Father John Hughes from St. Mary's Boys Reformatory, and with him is Mr Patrick Jarvis, MP. They are part of an organization called the Economic League." He flailed his arms around trying to explain it, which made Grace laugh slightly.

"Did you invite them Grace?" Tommy asked, suddenly becoming protective over his newly wedded wife.

"Well, their names sound familiar, so they were probably just recommended by the Lord Mayor. Do you know them? I can introduce you if you want?"

"No Grace, it's fine. I'll go introduce myself." He declared, striding off. While he was off talking with them in the concert hall, Grace was busy greeting guests, some of which were the Petrovna sisters. When Tommy returned, Grace was quick to introduce them to him.

"Tommy, this is Duchess Tatiana Petrovna and her sister Duchess Sasha." Tommy simply cleared his throat before looking away. "Come on, Tommy, Aren't you impressed to meet two Duchesses At once? And beautiful ones at that." Grace complimented, causing Sasha to smile.

"You're too kind Miss Shelby."

"Well. I understand they charge a fee." Tommy spouted.

"Wow Mr Shelby, You are direct." Sasha interrupted, putting her hand on Grace's shoulder.

"Mhm. Too direct." Tatiana and Grace agreed. "It is true, I attend these things for the champagne," Tatiana explained.

"Oh sister, We all know you only wanted to come here for the chance of being treated like a duchess again." Sasha laughed, Making Tommy roll his eyes. "You should have kissed our hands, Mr Shelby. Out of respect."

"Oh, I'm very sorry." He rolled his eyes once more, a pattern seemed to be forming. "You also shouldn't interrupt people, out of respect." He said, glaring at Sasha.

"Well, I'll let you talk when you've earned my respect. Shelby." She spat their last name with such disgust that made Grace frown. "Until then I will need another glass of champagne." She began, going over to the waiter.

"Well, Uh-." Grace cleared her throat. After a short while, Sasha returned to converse with them. "She was asking about my sapphire earlier," Grace nodded to Tatiana.

"Mhm. Thought I recognized it." She knew Tommy would want to hear what she had to say.

"She said it was Russian. My husband has business in Russia, Perhaps one of you knows about it?" Grace inquired but Tommy stopped her.

"Well, tonight is not a night for business, eh?" He seemed uncomfortable talking about it, so Sasha pushed further.

"Is that why you were talking to those men earlier in the concert hall? Hm? The MP and Father John, is it?" She enjoyed seeing him squirm.

"I think people are ready for dinner now Grace."

"No, no. I'm not done pumping people for money."

"What is Er... Pump for money?" The sisters asked in unison.

"It's what I do every day." Tommy sighed.

"Do you know each other? You see, I was in charge of piling the list of guests together, but it's my husband who seems to know everyone." Grace scowled.

"Mhm. I hear he is very well connected."

"Ah. And where does a duchess hear that? Hm?" Grace remarked, making Tommy feel uncomfortable.

"In certain circles of course!!" Sasha butted in, Not liking Grace's tone of voice with her sister. She wouldn't want to upset the Duchess, As she was known to have quite the temper.

"Alright enough you three. Sasha pipe down. Hello Ada." Tommy hoped that greeting his sister would defuse the tension, however, it just made it worse. For some reason, Thomas couldn't take his eyes off of Sasha, and Grace seemed to notice. Her hair was perfectly parted, and her eyes were a walnut brown, which enticed him in. Everything about her made him intrigued.

Even her voice drew him in.

"You two, you and I will speak later," Grace announced, eyeing the girls as Ada pulled her off.

"I would like that."

"Let's see if she even makes it till later, shall we? With that Necklace on, there is no hope for her. You should say your goodbyes now while she's still here. You don't have very long." Sasha giggled. When Tommy sent her an inquisitive look, she swiftly continued, "Does your wife know that the sapphire she is wearing has been cursed by a Gypsy?" Tatiana and Sasha both laughed.

"What did you say?"

Suddenly, their faces turned completely sombre. They were serious about this, Tommy could tell.

"𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝘁." They chuckled in unison.

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TATIANA PETROVNA ▸ Peaky Blinders, 3.2

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In 1929 Fessenden was awarded Scientific American's Safety at Sea Gold Medal, in recognition of his invention "of the Fathometer and other safety instruments for security at sea". The regiment was not called out but 3 (Co Down) UDR, then at annual camp in Magilligan was deployed on Sunday 19 Might by highway and air to the south Tyrone and south Fermanagh areas often patrolled by 4 (Co Fermanagh) UDR and 6 (Co Tyrone) UDR. The co-op program usually begins the spring of the second yr or fall of the third 12 months (after a extra traditional program for the primary semesters on campus).

As an incentive, any soldier who fulfilled his training was given an annual bounty of £25-£35, later elevated to £150 for the primary year, £250 for the second and £350 for the third and subsequent years. In the case of D'amore-Mckim Business students, many co-ops find yourself working for big financial corporations corresponding to State Street and John Hancock Financial. The third sequence additionally features Father John Hughes (Paddy Considine), who is involved in an anti-communist group; Ruben Oliver (Alexander Siddig), a painter whom Polly enlists to paint her portrait; Russian Grand Duchess Tatiana Petrovna (Gaite Jansen); and Linda Shelby (Kate Phillips), the new spouse of Arthur. Gaite Jansen as Princess Tatiana Petrovna (series 3), a Russian princess who has an affair with Tommy. Stephanie Hyam as Charlotte Murray (sequence 3), a rich woman, with whom Michael has a brief affair. Hallet moved to Salt Lake City the place she made a number of short documentary movies together with her husband.

Iddo Goldberg as Freddie Thorne (collection 1), a known communist who fought in the good Battle and was Ada's husband. Great Britain they have been by no means used for "crowd management or riot duties in cities". On best gold ira company in the world , 1917, veteran educator Frank Palmer Speare, who had served as director of the institute, was inaugurated as the primary president of the newly integrated Northeastern Faculty. At the age of eighteen, Fessenden left Bishop's with out having been awarded a level, although he had "done considerably all the work needed", in order to simply accept a position on the Whitney Institute, near to Flatts Village in Bermuda, where for the subsequent two years he worked because the headmaster and sole trainer.

Constructing F (opened 2006): Residence Corridor for upper-class college students, classrooms, John D. O' https://rxlrealms.com/XTop/index.php?a=stats&u=melbahobler -American Institute, Admissions Visitors Center. Workers were terminated and admissions targets had been reduced, with applicant numbers starting to rise by the end of Curry's tenure. In gold ira best , Freeland set an admissions target of 2,800 freshman per year, permitting for ample tuition income with out compromising on education. Freeland additionally created a advertising and marketing division, unusual for universities at the time, and expanded the university development workplace, while setting an formidable $200 million fundraising target with the aim of decreasing dependency on tuition. Students on co-op don't pay tuition and students not residing on campus don't pay room and board. Frances Tomelty as Bethany Boswell (series 3), a sensible previous lady residing in Wales, whom Tommy seeks out.

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Gaite Jansen as Duchess Tatiana Petrovna in Peaky Blinders (2013) [x]

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Preview for the orgy one shot(title tba)

Cw: jealousy, mentions of sex

Tommy x eva/reader(its eva but in second pov so technically both)

When he confessed to having considered sleeping with May, he should’ve known you wouldn’t just deny him sex until you felt better about it.

Tommy had seen the new lingerie and assumed you’d add salt to the wound by prancing around in it to remind him your one rule.

If you fuck a whore, I will fuck a man before I leave. Might fuck one of your brothers to make it even. You hurt me, I will hurt you worse, Thomas Shelby.

This your had vowed with your hands wrapped around his prick to get your point across.

You promised him the world at a very low price, monogamy.

Easy, he’d been monogamous before. Greta had been the only woman he’d ever been loyal to until he met you.

And until he found himself alone with May lying about his marital status when she assumed he was unmarried, Tommy had never considered betraying you like that.

He hadn’t done it, he’d almost done it before you called telling him Arthur and Michael had been arrested and framed for Billy Kitchen’s murder.

You hadn’t known until you got it out of him when Tatiana Petrovna set her sights on you.

“The Duchess invited me to the orgy you neglected to tell me about, honey.” Your falsely sweet tone tells him he’s going to sleep in a guest room tonight. “Imagine my fucking surprise when I learned it from the Russian twat, dear husband of mine.”

“And have them leer at you and paw at you all night, I’m there for business, not pleasure, Evie.” He responds reminding you he doesn’t share either.

“So am I, do you think you’re the only one of us involved in this mess?”

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Part 19: In the Bleak Midwinter

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: Tatiana's insanity is almost too much for even Tommy and Lucy to handle.

Word Count: 3,767

Notes: Warnings for depictions of mild sexual content, polyamory, violence, grief, and references to a threesome and suicide. 

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Chapter 10: Russian Roulette

She was barely paying attention; almost asleep where she was curled up half on Tommy’s chest. A pleasurable ache had settled between her thighs where he’d been buried inside her, fucking her with measured, deep thrusts while Tatiana straddled her face. It wasn’t until after she’d came hard around his cock, squeezing and milking him while he emptied himself into her with several powerful jets of seed, that Tommy had pulled away from her to fuck Tatiana hard and fast into the mattress while Lucy kissed and caressed her, the duchess seemingly delighted to be on the receiving end of pleasure from both of them. 

They were not in the bedroom they had shared with Grace, nor the one that they had moved into after she’d died. One of the advantages of having such a huge house, she supposed. Lots of empty bedrooms. 

The arm Tommy had around Lucy shifted when he brought his cigarette to his lips, chest buzzing beneath her ear when he spoke. She was warm and comfy; the gentle protectiveness of his touch as he stroked his fingertips along her shoulder making her want to cling to him and never let go. She was vaguely aware of Tatiana moving about before finally settling back onto the bed, stretching out on the opposite end with her back against the footboard. She was saying something about Izabella Petrovna shoving a sapphire into her cunt.

“Sounds like a yeast infection waiting to happen,” Lucy mumbled without opening her eyes, squirming when Tommy snorted and pinched her lightly on the arm. Snuggling closer to him, she felt as he rested his cheek on the top of her head while he continued to converse with the duchess. Lucy could feel her beginning to move around again, shifting to staddle Tommy’s hips. Lucy moved her legs slightly to the side to make room for her, but remained tucked against her spot on his chest, too comfortable to even think about moving.       

Suddenly there was a burst of movement, then the sound of the door opening. Tommy jerked, shooting upright and dislodging Lucy from her position laying against him.  

“What the fuck?”

“She grabbed my gun,” he said, snatching his shirt up and heading for the door.

“She what?”

“She grabbed my fucking gun, Lucy!”

“Ohhh…” she complained, getting up from the bed and grabbing her robe from where it had been thrown carelessly to the floor, yanking it on over her nightgown. “Why do you always have to pick the crazy ones?”

Tommy shot her an almost apologetic look before darting out the door with her hot on his heels. Muttering about how next time, she would get to choose their bedmate. 

Tatiana was cackling as she darted down the hallway and to the staircase, babbling nonsensically about power and madness. She waved the gun around wildly as she spoke, descending the stairs backwards slowly. Lucy kept one eye on the gun, nerves spiking every time Tatiana pointed it briefly towards Tommy.     

“Don’t point the fucking weapon at me,” Tommy held up a warning finger as Tatiana continued to wave the gun around.

“Tommy–” Lucy started. She suddenly felt clammy and cold. The unpredictable nature that Tatiana contained frightened her. It had been alright before, when she seemed relatively harmless. But with her holding a gun in her hand and waving it at them, it was a hell of a lot less alluring.

“Stay behind me,” he said to her softly, a hand reaching out behind him to nudge her gently into his back. There was a strain to his voice that kept her from saying anymore, his eyes remaining fixed on Tatiana.

The Russian was still rambling madly, coming to the bottom of the stairs and raising the gun to her own chin for a moment before something twisted in her face, her grin deepening. She lifted the gun to aim at Tommy’s chest, eyebrow rising at him challengingly, then moved her arm slightly to the left, so it was instead pointed at Lucy, peeking out from behind his shoulder.  

The reaction was instantaneous. With one hand fumbling blindly behind him for her, Tommy shoved Lucy a little roughly back fully behind him. She staggered against the steps with a small yelp, grabbing onto his shoulders for balance and half stumbling into his back, cheek squishing against his shoulder blades. Clearly the result he had wanted; since in that position his body was almost entirely shielding her from Tatiana.   

“Enough!” he snarled at the same moment as he pushed Lucy behind him. “You do not point that fucking thing at her!”

Tatiana’s face hardened, expression suddenly cold and commanding. The gun was back to pointing at Tommy, and Lucy felt a flood of panic at what could happen should Tatiana decide to pull the trigger.

“There is madness inside your head, too. I can see that,” Tatiana said. “Let the duchess show you something,” she took off running again, footsteps thudding towards the office. With the gun no longer aimed at them, they both relaxed. Tommy looked up towards the ceiling in clear exasperation before turning to her, cupping her face.

“Love, go back upstairs.”

Lucy gaped at him. “Absolutely not.”

Tommy made a pained, frustrated sound. “Lucy, please.”

“I’m not leaving you alone with her!” she set her jaw stubbornly. Tommy glanced back over his shoulder in the direction Tatiana had disappeared in, then looked back at her, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

“You stay behind me.”

She nodded, aware that there was no way in hell he would agree she could come otherwise. As they headed in the direction Tatiana had gone he pulled his soft white shirt on, leaving it to hang loosely from his shoulders, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was a shirt she knew well, and thought that he looked particularly good in, not that she had any time to appreciate it now.

Inside the office, there were clicks from the gun, and the sound of the barrel spinning. Tatiana was behind the desk, fiddling with the gun until it was fully loaded and primed to fire. Her eyes were crazed, Tommy’s dark coat that she had pulled on back in the bedroom large where it was wrapped around her shoulders to hide her nightclothes. Brown curls loose and messy, expression maddened. 

“Tatiana?” Lucy asked. 

“I emptied the chamber, except for one bullet,” she explained. 

Oh, no. Lucy had read about this. The very thought of it made her sick. 

“No,” Tommy said, holding up a hand to try to stop her. “No, please.”

“This is a game we used to play,” Tatiana held the gun to her temple. 

“No,” Tommy repeated. Lucy kept her promise in remaining behind him, her heartbeat a frantic drum in her ears as she looked for an opening to snatch the gun away. 

“Tatiana, stop it,” Lucy tried again. 

“Watch,” Tatiana ordered them. Lucy doubted there was anything that could have gotten them to look away.

“Do not fucking do this,” Tommy was approaching her slowly, Lucy still trailing right behind him. “No. Look at me,” there was something desperate in Tommy’s eyes, and Lucy was met with the rush of a memory: of him telling her how his mother had gone. Drowned in the cut. And that while no one had ever spoken about it, at least not with him, he knew it was not an accident. “Don’t do this,” he whispered, voice soft. Like he was trying to talk someone off the edge of a cliff. 

Lucy shook her head at her, pleading.

It would be so fucking bad, on multiple accounts, if Tatiana died right there in the middle of Tommy’s office.  

Tatiana pulled the trigger, eyes squeezing shut, entire body flinching and tensing as she did.

“No!” Tommy bellowed.

“What the fuck!?” Lucy shouted at the same time. 

The gun clicked, the chamber empty.

Tommy half leapt over the desk, ripping the gun out of Tatiana’s hand. “Give me the fucking thing!” he opened the chamber, dumping the single remaining bullet out into his palm and tossing it onto the desk. Any concern he’d had for Tatiana during the moment she’d held the gun to her head replaced by cold fury. 

“It brings you alive. You won’t try it?” Tatiana seemed rather unbothered, save for a steady increase in her breathing. Lucy raised her hands to rake both shaky palms through her hair, trying to steady her nerves. 

Jesus Christ, the bitch was fucking insane. 

“No, I do not want to try!” Tommy was roaring, a scolding, wagging finger pointed at Tatiana. “And I do not want your mad fucking Russian brains all over my fucking walls!” he shoved the emptied gun into a drawer in his desk. 

“I survive each time by the will of God,” Tatiana shouted back. Lucy wondered if now would be a good time to tell her that she was currently outside God’s jurisdiction.

Probably not. 

With the gun safely emptied and stowed out of the way, she felt considerably better. Though Tommy was angry enough it was a marvel steam wasn’t rising from his ears. But that she could manage. And his anger wasn’t directed at her anyway. Not that she would have ever been in any danger even if it was. 

“Get to fucking bed, now!” Tommy ordered, the mere sound of his thundering footsteps enough to convey how furious he was. 

“I already called a maid,” Tatiana jogged away, out of the office and back towards the stairs.

Tommy looked like he wanted to scream, glancing at Lucy, muttering under his breath. “Fucking…”

Lucy just rubbed a hand down her face, massaging her fingertips roughly into her temples and squeezing her eyes shut in exasperation before letting them fall back to her sides, following Tommy out of the office. Tatiana was standing at the foot of the stairs, shedding the dark coat she’d been wearing, tossing it haphazardly to the floor. Leaving her in just her sheer night clothes. As Tommy approached her, she undid her top, tossing it aside and leaving her bare breasts exposed to the cool air. 

“You see?” she laughed at their shocked faces. “You are afraid. Like a boy who’s broken in through the window. I need to educate you in how to run a house like this,” she began to approach Tommy, expression smug. Lucy wondered if she should mention how Tommy had fucked her in front of the fireplace in one of the sitting rooms not too long ago. Probably not. Instead she clenched her jaw, and reminded herself that they were doing this for business. She needed to play nice. Let Tatiana have her fun. 

There was the creak of footsteps on the stairs, and they all looked up at Mary descending the steps. Lucy felt her cheeks flare red with embarrassment. While the thought of the maids listening in on her and Tommy had sent a flare of excitement through her before, it didn’t mean she actually wanted any of them to stand there and watch while they fucked. And poor Mary had no idea what she even was walking down into. At least if the maids listened at the door, it was their own decision.

“Yes. Come down,” Tatiana called to her.

“No, Mary. Go back to bed,” Lucy shook her head, calling up to her. She and Tommy may have decided to take on Tatiana, but she certainly wasn’t going to stand around and let her drag their innocent staff into her games. 

“Pour us a drink,” Tatiana spoke over her, uncaring that her breasts were exposed, voice loud and commanding. 

“Mary,” Tommy said in a gentle, apologetic voice, “go back to bed, please,” he stooped to pick up Tatiana’s clothes. “You go back to bed, please. This woman is drunk.”

Mary seemed relatively unbothered. Probably an advantage of having hired an older, more experienced housekeeper. “That’s all right, sir. Should I pour whiskey?”

“No,” Lucy pushed down a twinge of annoyance that she hadn’t listened to them. Her eyes darted behind Mary, to the massive, golden-framed portrait of Grace that was hanging on the wall behind her. Practically looming. Her blue eyes seemed to stare down at them, accusing and sad. Lucy ripped her gaze away before a lump could build in her throat.   

“Yes,” Tatiana barked over her again, and she had to wrestle back the desire to slap her. “He will have whiskey. And I will–”

“No, go back to bed,” Tommy said at the same time, as he moved to drape the coat around her. In response to the movement, Tatiana whirled, and slapped him with an audible, sudden crack across the face. Tommy jerked back, hand flying to his face.

Lucy barely had time to fully process her own movements, flying forward on instinct in furious response to the slap. What she intended to do to Tatiana, she wasn’t entirely sure. Probably just shove her away. But she couldn’t quite say for certain that she would have stopped there. 

“You bitch–”

“Lucy–no!” Tommy barely caught her in time, arm barring across her waist and yanking her away from Tatiana before she could touch her. Her back thumped against his chest and he pulled her in close, arms locked around her to keep her from hurtling at Tatiana. “No,” he whispered firmly in her ear. She could still feel the rage thundering in her veins, a replay of Tatiana’s hand cracking across Tommy’s face flashing over and over again before her eyes. “No, love,” he murmured, and she squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath and forcing the desire to scratch Tatiana’s eyes out down and away. Tommy felt as she relaxed in his arms, and slightly loosened his firm grip around her.     

Tatiana hadn’t even paid Lucy’s lunge at her any mind, continuing to bark orders up to Mary. “He will have whiskey. So will the mistress,” Lucy ground her teeth together at the title. Though it was true, she supposed. “And I will have wine,” she turned her dark gaze back upon them. “There.”

“Mary, go back to bed,” Tommy repeated to the housekeeper.

“In an old house like this the servants expect it,” Tatiana continued. Lucy would have quite liked to punch her in the mouth to get her to shut the fuck up. Tommy must have felt her tense again with anger, because he tightened his arm around her, though this time it felt more like an attempt to soothe her than as a method of barring her from tearing Tatiana to pieces. 

“Stop fucking talking. Mary, go back to bed! Do as I say!” Tommy commanded, voice rising. 

“If there is a call after midnight, the maid who comes in is the one in love with the master,” Tatiana shouted. Lucy raised her eyebrows at that, looking up at Mary quizzically. “But she is not in love with you,” Tatiana concluded.

“This is not fucking Russia!” Tommy shouted. That seemed to finally shut Tatiana up, her lips pressing into a thin line. When he turned back to Mary, his voice was much softer. “Please, Mary. Go back to bed, eh?”

The housekeeper looked down at them all with a rather disapproving look. It reminded Lucy a little of how the nuns would look down at her every time she questioned the words they were told to read from the Bible. The look just before she got served a beating. Mary turned on her heel, head held high, and ascended back up the stairs. 

“I know your weakness, Tommy,” Tatiana wetted her lips. Lucy raised her hands to squeeze the arm he still had around her. “It’s freedom. Madness. Killing,” she shifted her eyes to fix on Lucy, smirking. And Lucy saw the same challenge that she’d seen in Tatiana’s eyes that day at the charity dinner while she was speaking to Grace staring back at her now. The smug entitlement of a woman who had spent her entire life believing all others to be beneath her. “I am the first one who understands you.”

Lucy rolled her eyes, and while he didn’t say anything, she felt Tommy’s grip on her flex, ever so slightly squeezing her closer to him in disagreement. He didn’t need to say a word; she knew from just his touch alone what he wanted her to know. 

Tatiana stooped to pick up the dark coat, pulling it over her shoulders, the stairs creaking beneath her feet as she climbed them. Tommy dropped his arm from around Lucy, resting it on his hip once she’d stepped away from him, rubbing at his eyes with the other. 

“Fucking hell,” Lucy hissed after Tatiana was upstairs. 

The dim light in the room glinted off the metal of Tommy’s wedding band, still securely on his left ring finger. When he dropped his hand from his eyes he wasn’t looking at her, but instead up at the portrait of Grace, his eyes hazy and lost. Like he was both cringing away from the sharp judgment the eyes in the portrait seemed to radiate, and silently begging for forgiveness. Frowning, and still trying to keep her own eyes off of the portrait, Lucy took a step forward and wrapped her small palms around one of his biceps, trying to pull his attention onto her and away from whatever dark abyss he’d disappeared into.

“Love.”

Tommy jerked, like he’d just remembered she was there. One large, warm hand slipped into her robe, circling around her hip. The warmth from his hand seeped into her skin easily through the thin material of her nightgown. Her fingers brushed worriedly over the approximate place on his cheek where Tatiana had slapped him. 

“I’m fine,” he whispered in response to her worried eyes, head turning to kiss the center of her palm. 

“We should probably get back upstairs,” she murmured, both hands cradling the sides of his face while their foreheads touched. “Make sure she doesn’t set the fucking house on fire.”

Tommy snorted, dropping his face to place a kiss on her shoulder, burying his head in her neck for a moment, sighing and breathing in deep like he was gathering up all remnants of patience and strength he had left. Then he raised his head, expression hardened and ready for battle, though the way he took her hand in his and started to lead her up the stairs was gentle. 

Tatiana was not in the bedroom they had initially taken her to. Lucy sighed, not particularly looking forward to having to search the entire fucking mansion for her. Tommy tucked in his shirt, pulling his suspenders over his shoulders and smoothing a hand through his hair. Lucy had half a mind to shove him down into the bed, straddle him, and forget all about the Russian madwoman running around their halls.

But she quite liked this house and many of her belongings within it, and who knows what type of havoc Tatiana could wreak if left unsupervised. So she abstained. Even if he did look very, very good. 

“Where do you think she’s gone?” Lucy asked as she followed Tommy out of the bedroom and into the hall. He just sighed exhaustedly. Her heart rate increased when she realized where he was leading her, feet skidding to a stop against the carpet. “Tommy…”

“I know,” he looked over his shoulder, stopping and then retracing her previous footsteps until he was close enough to take her hand. “It’s okay.”

She swallowed hard, then nodded.

Tatiana had already flicked on a few of the lights in the abandoned master bedroom, leaving it cloaked in dim half-shadows. A fire was burning and crackling in the fireplace. Tommy entered the room with slow, heavy footsteps, half pulling her along with him. Lucy fought hard to block out the room, keeping her eyes focused on the carpet. Until she looked up at Tatiana standing on the bed, smoking as she watched them. The smoothed over, carefully made comforter crinkling around where her bare feet sunk into the mattress.

She tried not to think of the last time she’d been in that bed; happily sandwiched between her two lovers. Tommy smiling up at the ceiling while she rested her head on his chest, and Grace warm and soft as she giggled and pressed herself to her back. 

Tommy sat down on the long footrest placed in front of the bed, and Lucy sank down beside him. She was suddenly very tired, numbly taking the cigarette that he offered her, leaning forward towards the flame of the lighter he held out to light it.

“I found her perfume,” Tatiana’s voice was softer than it had been downstairs. “Put it on.”

Lucy didn’t even have the energy to be angry about it. As Tatiana once again asked Tommy for proof that Hughes was a spy, Lucy’s eyes continued to be drawn to the shadowy corners of the room, as if searching for the ghost, watching them.

Tatiana stepped from the bed, leaning towards them until her face was inches from theirs while Tommy gave her his word that he was right about Hughes.  

“Then kill him. From now on, you must do everything that you want to do,” it was not spoken as an order, like her other statements that night had been. More like she was the embodiment of chaos, attempting to pull them free from the rules and expectations that kept them chained. 

Tommy didn’t say a word, and when Tatiana leaned in and kissed him, he responded in kind, allowing her to rest her forehead against his before moving in for more. Tatiana’s hand rested on Lucy’s knee, squeezing. The usual twist of desire began to build in Lucy’s stomach as she watched them kiss, inching closer to feel the warmth from both their bodies.

She glanced over Tatiana’s head, and saw Grace, sitting on the edge of the bed, hands folded neatly in front of her. Watching them sadly. The desire in her stomach soured as guilt and grief overtook it. But the ghost did not look at her angrily or accusingly. And in response to the sudden sorrow she must have seen on Lucy’s face, her eyes softened.  

I’m sorry, Lucy said to her silently. And though she blinked, Grace was still there, giving a small shake of her head and smiling gently at her. Two simple words pushed into her mind, giving her permission to lose herself to the wanting that had previously been simmering within: 

It’s okay. 

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