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justabigassnerd · 3 years

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Tell the story

Pairing - Tommy Shelby x sister!reader

Word count - 5,855

Warnings - bullying, mentions of violence, swearing, alcohol, smoking & threats

Song - Tell the Story by James Alphonse & iSH

Summary - y/n Shelby is getting bullied at school, Tommy doesn't like that one bit

A/N - This is fecking new isn't it? Whole new fandom bitches! I started watching Peaky Blinders because my dad loves it and with the new season around the corner I figured what the heck and started watching and I fell head over fucking heels for Tommy Shelby. Then I found all the Tommy Shelby x sister!reader's and I knew I had to get involved with the fic side of this show. So yeah, I'm writing for Peaky Blinders now. This fic isn't really a song fic like any of my previous ones it was very loosely inspired by the song so I linked it just so you know where the inspiration came from. I have a couple more Peaky Blinders fics in my head to write so requests will stay closed a little longer. Anyways I'm rambling but as per y'all please send in requests and enjoy!

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The slam of the large doors of Arrow House made Tommy instantly a bit more aware as he worked, but to his surprise, he heard your footsteps retreating upstairs instead of barging into his study like you always did once you returned from school. It had become a habit of yours to come into Tommy’s study the second you came back from school to give him a quick hug and tell him how your day was, it reassured him that you were home safe. Hearing you rushing upstairs concerned him, but he couldn’t leave his study now, he still had work to do.

“Tommy, dinner.” Tommy looked up from the papers on his desk to see Grace entering, a soft smile on her face as she steps into the study although she noticed Tommy’s subtle disappointed look at her being the one to come in. You were almost always the one to come into Tommy’s study at dinner time and practically haul him to the dining room by his arm just to make sure he took care of himself. You were the only one who could get away with it, you were his little sister, so he had a tendency to let you get away with most things. Tommy put his glass of whisky down and rose from his chair and crossed to her, following her out to the dining room, expecting to find you sitting in your usual chair opposite Charlie, smiling and pulling faces at him. He was shocked once more to find you missing from the room and immediately turned around to go and find you.

“Sir, y/n has informed me that she doesn’t want to be disturbed.” Mary says from her place at the door, noticing her employer’s intentions.

“She might just be feeling unwell, let’s eat and you can check on her afterwards.” Grace says reassuringly, placing a hand on Tommy’s shoulder and rubbing softly. Tommy clenches his jaw but gives in to Grace’s request, the couple joining their young son at the table to eat. Charlie had also noticed that you were absent from the dinner table but being young he couldn’t vocalise it properly and instead pointed to the seat you usually occupied with a sad expression. Tommy was just as miserable as his son with your absence, you were only upstairs, and he planned to check on you the second he had finished his meal but every second you weren’t in the room was almost agony to him. You were the main reason he still smiled. He loved Grace, Charlie, and the rest of his family of course, but you were the first one to make him smile when he returned from France, the bond the two of you shared was special and he hated whenever there was something wrong that he wasn’t aware of or could fix within seconds.

As soon as Tommy had finished his dinner he got up and headed straight upstairs to your room, he knocked lightly on your door as he opened it and when he stuck his head inside, he saw you under your duvet, fast asleep. He was confused, you never went to bed this early. Not since you were a baby at least. Despite his confusion, he couldn’t stop a ghost of a smile that played across his lips at the sound of your soft snores.

“She asleep?” Grace’s voice causes Tommy to step out into the corridor, leaving your door open just a crack so he’d be able to hear if you needed anything.

“Yeah.” He mumbles, turning to face Grace.

“Let her rest, she’s probably had a long day or feeling unwell, and if she just needs to sleep then let her sleep.” Grace says, glancing at your door before focusing her attention back on Tommy. Tommy wanted to shake you awake and find out why you were acting different right now, but he knew Grace was right and he should just let you rest although he couldn’t stop the nagging feeling eating away at his stomach as he returned to his study to finish off his work.

The next two days were the same, you’d enter the house and disappear straight upstairs to your room without so much as a hello to anyone in the house. You’d tell Mary to tell the others that you didn’t want to be disturbed and wouldn’t come down for dinner and when Tommy came up to check on you, you’d be asleep. Tommy’s concern levels were reaching the highest they’ve ever been. You’d never shut yourself off like this, not from him and it hurt him that you were hurting, and you just wouldn’t tell him what was bothering you. By the third day, Tommy planned to find out what was wrong. He knew roughly what time you got home from school, so he waited at the bottom of the stairs for you to return. When you came in the house you made your usual beeline for the stairs before noticing Tommy stood waiting, your gaze fixed firmly on the floor as you approach him.

“Tommy, could you move? I’m really tired.” You lie, hoping Tommy would just move out of the way.

“No, not until you tell me what’s wrong.” Tommy says, concern written across his features as you continue to avoid looking at him.

“Nothing’s wrong Tommy, I’m just tired, school’s been giving out a lot of work. I’m fine I promi-” You cut yourself off as Tommy uses your rambling as an opportunity to hook a finger under your chin, lifting it so he can see your face properly. You see his eyes grow darker at the sight of the bruise beginning to form around your left eye.

“Who?” He asks simply, his eyes scanning the rest of your face to assess for any more injuries.

“It wasn’t anyone it was an accident I was walking past a classroom, and someone opened the door and I walked into it.” You say quickly, watching as Tommy stares, not believing a word you said.

“My study. Now.” He instructs, watching as you drop your bag defeatedly and walk into his study. He follows behind, entering his study and closing the door as you sit down on the sofa.

“Who?” Tommy repeats his earlier question, leaning back against his desk as he takes a cigarette and sticks it in his mouth, lighting it as he awaits a response.

“I already told you Tommy; it was a complete accident it was a door.” You insist, looking up at your brother as he narrows his eyes slightly.

“Bullshit. You think I don’t know what a black eye caused by a punch looks like? Tell me the fucking truth.” Tommy says sharply, now done with you wanting to avoid the issue at hand. In the silence that followed Tommy’s words, he took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke before you speak up.

“I don’t know who it was, some kid I don’t even have any classes with. I may not know him, but he knew me, well… everyone knows me.” You start, looking down at your fingers as you fiddle with them, wishing more than anything you could not be having this conversation with your brother right now.

“How did he know you?” Tommy asks gently, having a feeling he knew why but he wanted confirmation before he jumps to a conclusion.

“Because I’m a Shelby. The whole school figured it out. Most of the boys started getting aggressive with me, nothing too bad, just shoves until today. The girls were worse, words can fucking hurt Tommy. Those who did neither just avoided me. No one wants to be friends with a Shelby.” You say, tears catching in your throat as you speak, refusing to lift your gaze to meet your brothers as some tears spill. Tommy felt his heart breaking upon hearing your small sobs, he never wanted to see you cry, it upset him to see you in such a state. He couldn’t help but blame himself for putting you in this situation, if he had just pushed a little harder in convincing you to let him hire you a personal tutor to come by the house and give you lessons within the safety of Arrow House as opposed to transferring you from a school in Small Heath to a school in Warwickshire none of this would’ve happened. He hated that people were lashing out at you because of your family, you were the total opposite to the likes of Tommy, John, and Arthur and he couldn’t understand why they were treating you that way. Tommy stubbed out his cigarette and crossed to the sofa, sitting down beside you and wrapping his arms around you the second you cuddled into his side.

“I could pull you from the school, get a private tutor.” Tommy suggests, rubbing a gentle hand up and down your back as your tears start to slow.

“No, I want to be at school. The teachers are alright and I’m learning a lot, it’s just the students.” You managed to say as you stop crying, pulling away to look up at your older brother with teary eyes. Tommy knew the teachers couldn’t be ‘alright’ if they were letting their students get away with treating you in this way, but he held his tongue and nodded.

“Alright, I won’t pull you from the school. How about I talk to someone, the headmaster maybe?” He continues, knowing that as much as he’d love to roll up to the school with John and Arthur to threaten the entire student body, it would just instil more fear and anger towards the Shelby’s and you’d be the one on the receiving end of those emotions and Tommy wasn’t about to let you get hurt, one black eye was enough for him.

“No fighting Tom. Don’t fucking fight the headmaster.” You mumble, exhaustion creeping up on you as you rest your head on Tommy’s chest once more, smiling to yourself when you hear a slight chuckle escape your brothers’ lips.

“Alright, you have my word. No fucking fighting. By order of y/n Shelby.” Tommy says, looking down at you as you let out a small laugh at his words. Tommy could tell you were getting tired, but he wasn’t going to let you skip out on another dinner, that was his thing, not yours, he was the one who couldn’t take care of himself and needed his little sister to remind him to eat. He wasn’t going to let you get yourself into the bad habits he had gotten himself into.

“I know you’re tired, but you have to eat. As soon as you’ve eaten you can go right to bed.” Tommy says, jostling you slightly in an attempt to keep you a bit more alert and awake. He knew you’d been getting early nights the past few days, but he also knew that it meant you were waking up earlier to finish your school work and get out of the house before Tommy woke up. He stands up, pulling you up with him and you let him lead you to the dining room where the maids were just finishing up setting the table, all of them smiling and greeting you upon seeing you enter the room with your brother with Grace and Charlie not far behind. Charlie was overjoyed to have you in your seat opposite him and refused to eat unless he was sat on your lap, everyone present smiling as you eat with your nephew sat happily on your lap, cuddling close to you. You were thankful that Grace didn’t bring up your black eye and that Tommy was able to keep somewhat of a smile on his face instead of brooding about the situation that wasn’t even his fault. When you finish your food, you hand Charlie over to Grace, managing to avoid a tantrum by kissing his nose and reassuring him that you’d see him tomorrow. You then turn to head upstairs and get ready for bed. Tommy offers to take Charlie up to the nursery since he notices it’s nearing his bedtime and Grace hands him his son, watching with a smile as he leaves the room, and the sounds of his footsteps get further and further away.

“Tom?” Hearing your quiet voice coming from the other side of your bedroom door Tommy wasted no time entering your room. He was already planning on checking up on you on the way back from putting Charlie to bed, but you had clearly heard him coming and called him in yourself.

“You alright?” Tommy asks, approaching your bed and perching on the end of it, watching as you shuffle closer to him before wrapping your arms around him, hugging him tightly. He was taken aback slightly from the strength of the hug but returned it all the same.

“I’m sorry Tommy.” You say once you pull away from the hug, making Tommy furrow his brows.

“What for?” He questions, looking down at you as you duck your head, ashamed to look your brother in the eye.

“For not telling you sooner. I was scared of how you were going to react. I knew you were either going to try and kill everyone at the school, or you’d be ashamed of me.” You say, your attention turning to your hands like they did earlier in Tommy’s study.

“Ashamed? Why do you think I’d be ashamed of you?” Tommy asks softly, his heart breaking just that little bit more upon hearing your words. He already knew you hated disappointing him, but he couldn’t believe that you thought he’d be ashamed of you telling him about being bullied.

“You probably wished I’d fight back or something. That’s what you would’ve done.” You admit, not enjoying the feeling of Tommy’s eyes burning into the back of your head.

“No, I don’t wish that. I’m glad you didn’t fight back. You’re a much better person than me y/n, and I don’t want you going down the same path I did. You never should fight back; you can’t get in trouble that way because they’re the ones hurting you. I could never be ashamed, I’m proud of you.” Tommy says gently, wrapping an arm around you and tugging you ever so slightly closer to his side once more.

“Thomas Shelby, three hugs in one day? Who would’ve thought?” You tease, laughing slightly as Tommy scoffs.

“Only making up for the ones you haven’t given me the last few days.” Tommy says, tickling you quickly, laughing as you worm out of his grasp, darting to the other end of the bed. You may be a teenager now, but it was still Tommy’s job to raise you and he was determined to do it right. There needed to be at least one Shelby who didn’t end up fucked in the head and Tommy was doing everything within his power to make sure you and Charlie were two Shelby’s who didn’t have to get involved in the business like the rest of the family. Tommy didn’t want you to avoid telling him things, especially when your wellbeing came into play. He had spent the years since you had been born building a trusting relationship between the two of you, raising you the way your father didn’t. He cared so much for you he didn’t really know what to do with the emotion half of the time, it was why he was so protective over you.

Tommy shakes himself out of his thoughts when he sees you yawning, making him stand up from the bed and lift up the duvet, allowing you to slip underneath, not once complaining when he tucks you in like he used to. Once you’re tucked in, he dips his head and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t sneak out tomorrow morning. I’m taking you to school.” Tommy whispers, a knowing smile on his face which reveals to you he’s already planned how he’s going to deal with the bullying.

“Alright.” You reply, snuggling under the duvet and curling up, smiling up at your brother before closing your eyes to try to get some sleep.

“Love you, Tom.” Tommy hears you mumble sleepily, bringing one of the largest smiles Tommy Shelby will be able to muster to his face as he exits your room, turning out your light on his way out.

The next morning, once you are dressed and ready for school you head downstairs and meet Tommy in the dining room, breakfast set out for you.

“Where’s Grace and Charlie?” You question, confused about the whereabouts of your nephew and his mother who were almost always downstairs ready for breakfast before you.

“Sleeping in. Charlie was a menace last night so they both need some extra sleep.” Tommy explains as he gestures to the chair beside him for you to sit. As the two of you eat breakfast, Tommy explains his plan, having carefully thought of how to approach the situation without causing a fight. Tommy was good with words when it mattered so he was going to use that to his advantage today.

When the two of you have finished breakfast, you get up, grabbing your bag before exiting the house with your brother, the pair of you climbing into his car. The drive was filled with silence other than the rumble of the engine. Tommy noticed you anxiously shifting in your seat and fiddling with your hands but opted to remain silent. When he finally pulls up outside the looming school building, he turns to face you.

“Go in there with your head held high, alright? You’re stronger than you think you are. You’ll be telling this story to your kids one day, telling them about how their mum dealt with bullies without violence.” Tommy says, wincing internally at the thought of you having children but pushed his discomfort away for you.

“Yeah, and then I’ll tell them about how their Uncle Tommy fucking threatened the headmaster.” You laugh, stopping your slight laughter upon Tommy’s eyes narrowing.

“Oi, watch the language. I let you get away with it yesterday but now you’re pushing it.” He scolds lightly, watching as you roll your eyes.

“Right because you’re such a saint.” You tease, giggling as he shoves you slightly.

“Enough talking, off you go.” Tommy says once you’ve stopped laughing, nudging his head in the direction of the school, students milling around outside waiting for the bell to go so they can go to class.

“Okay, bye Tom.” You say, turning around to give Tommy a quick hug before you exit the car, bag in hand. Tommy watches proudly as you march through the crowds of students with your head held high like he told you to. He watches you move through the crowds before standing off to the side somewhere and once you’re gone from his line of sight, he drives the car away. He only drives around the corner, where no students could see he was mingling outside the building. He didn’t want them catching on to the fact he was going to speak to the headmaster because he was worried, they’d hurt you further, so his plan was to sneak in after classes had started and he wasn’t going to let them turn him away because no one turns Tommy Shelby away. He waits impatiently, checking his pocket watch every minute until he hears the bell ringing and the sounds of chatter grow quiet. He then waits a further five minutes, just to ensure that everyone is in class, so he won’t get caught.

The second the five minutes are up, Tommy gets out of the car and walks up to the building, immediately heading in the direction of the headmaster’s office.

“Excuse me, what are you doing here?” The voice of the headmaster’s secretary speaks up from behind her desk as she notices Tommy approaching.

“I’m here to talk to Mr. Cunningham.” Tommy says simply, approaching the desk ever so slightly.

“He won’t see anyone without an appointment.” The secretary says, looking Tommy up and down in disdain.

“If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll see me. Just tell him Tommy Shelby wants to speak to him.” Tommy says, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and extracting a single cigarette from the packet, putting it in his mouth before returning the packet to his pocket. As he pulls out his lighter, he notices the secretary pale slightly upon hearing his name. Since his move to Warwickshire, Tommy’s name spread like wildfire, he didn’t know if he was talked about prior to his move but people here knew his name now and the secretary was clearly among those who feared him.

“I’ll let him know you’re here. I apologise Mr. Shelby.” She says hurriedly, getting up from her seat and heading to the headmaster’s office. Tommy waits silently in front of the desk, gazing around the room as he smoked.

“Mr. Cunningham will see you now.” The secretary says as she enters the room, drawing Tommy’s attention away from the large painting of the school hanging on the wall. He nods his head in acknowledgement and follows the secretary through to the office. He enters the room to see a small man, already cowering under the presence of Tommy.

“Mr. Shelby, how can I help you?” He questions after clearing his throat to avoid his voice cracking.

“I’m here to talk about my sister.” Tommy says, taking a drag of his cigarette as he stares at Mr. Cunningham who swallows quickly.

“y/n? She’s your sister, correct? I don’t know why you’d need to come here to discuss her. She’s a brilliant student with high grades.” He manages to say, his eyes flicking down to his desk to avoid Tommy’s piercing stare.

“I’m not here to talk about her grades or whether she’s a good student or not. I’m here to talk about why the fuck you and your staff are letting the kids bully her for being a Shelby.” Tommy says through gritted teeth, restraining himself from grabbing the man and getting up in his face. He was holding on to the promise he made to you. He wasn’t going to fight the headmaster.

“M-Mr. Shelby, I’m afraid there’s very little we can do to prevent bullying. There’s so many students and well, they’re children they do whatever they want and it’s not like they’d listen to us.” Mr. Cunningham says, now trembling after he got the courage to look up at Tommy’s intensifying glare.

“Well that’s not what happened to the other bullied kids though, is it? You see my sister told me about this kid, Christopher Stott I believe his name was, he got bullied by some of the boys for about a day, maybe even less than that. The second the teachers caught wind of it they stopped it immediately and punished the students bullying him. How come my sister is the exception, eh?” Tommy fires back in response, stepping closer to the desk that sits in between the two men.

“The children are probably just afraid, I mean you and your brothers are pretty well known for being violent… men…” Mr. Cunningham starts, trailing off when he notices Tommy’s glare getting colder by the second.

“So you’re saying that those bastards are allowed to hurt my sister with their fists and their words because her brothers are scary?” Tommy says lowly, resting his hands on the desk and leaning closer to the man who is now spurting apologies and bringing his hands to his face to shield himself from any thrown punches.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Mr. Cunningham. Wouldn’t want the kids to see how violent and scary I am.” Tommy says, standing upright and taking a step back, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaling the smoke, watching as your school’s headmaster recovers, taking deep breaths and returning his hands to his sides.

“What do you suggest I do then Mr. Shelby?” Mr. Cunningham asks in a sudden wave of confidence that he regrets when Tommy moves closer to the desk once more, letting out a slight sigh of relief when Tommy does nothing more than stub out his cigarette in the ashtray on the desk before moving back once more.

“I suggest you talk to your staff about stopping this. My sister got punched yesterday by someone, so I’d appreciate it if the teachers controlled the students.” Tommy says, taking a breath to calm himself.

“O-okay, I can call a staff meeting at lunch time-”

“That’s too late. I’d rather you call a meeting now. Your secretary can go get all the teachers and bring them here for a meeting. I’ll sit in on it of course just to make sure you’re taking appropriate action.” Tommy says, watching as the man in front of him thinks.

“But what about the students? They’d need supervision.” Mr. Cunningham manages to force out.

“Send them outside for an early break, your secretary could watch them. Here, I’ll give her some extra money.” Tommy replies, digging inside one of his pockets and fishing out some pound notes, placing them on the desk, and watching as Mr. Cunningham eyes them cautiously.

“Alright, Mr. Shelby. I’ll call a staff meeting.” He says finally, accepting that he’d have to comply, or something bad could happen. Tommy watches as he grabs the money with a shaking hand and exits the room. Tommy is forced to wait once more when Mr. Cunningham returns for the rest of the staff to arrive. The tension in the room was glaringly obvious and every teacher who entered the room fell silent when they noticed Tommy stood by the desk, eyeing them all carefully. Once every member of staff is in the room, Mr. Cunningham clears his throat nervously.

“Thank you all for taking the time to come to this meeting and I apologise for disrupting your lessons.” He starts, surveying the room but avoiding looking in Tommy’s direction.

“Paul, it’s been almost fifteen minutes since school started couldn’t this wait?” One teacher says, not noticing Tommy’s glare.

“No, it couldn’t. Mr. Shelby has come to me this morning with some concerns about the way his sister is being treated by the other students.” He replies, gesturing lightly towards Tommy who observes the reactions of the teachers, most of whom allow their eyes to fall to the floor.

“We can’t be expected to stop every bit of misbehaviour these children do. They’re just scared that a Peaky Blinder is at their school.” Another teacher speaks up, fighting his body’s urge to tremble under Tommy’s icy stare.

“My sister isn’t a Peaky Blinder. The other kids shouldn’t be fucking hurting her because of her family. It’s not fear, I know it’s not. It’s hate.” Tommy says strongly, pulling another cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it as a distraction so he doesn’t throttle the teacher.

“I also know that you lot have been stopping the bullying of other students so why don’t you do the same for her, eh? Is it because she’s a Shelby? Are you scared she’s going to fight back? Are you scared her brothers are going to run in all guns blazing? Or is it because you hate us Shelby’s just as much as those kids out there that you let them treat her like shit because you can’t do it yourself? You should be watching out for her the same way you do the other students regardless of her family. That’s your job.” Tommy says, ignoring the flinches from everyone at his harsh tone and loud volume as he speaks. The way Tommy was speaking to the staff didn’t bother him, it felt as if he was just leading a family meeting and John was stepping out of line. The teachers started to shuffle in embarrassment at Tommy’s words knowing that everything he said was true.

“So you’re saying we let the bullying happen because we don’t like you Shelby’s?” One brave teacher speaks up, locking eyes with Tommy.

“I’m not saying. I know.” Tommy says, smoke escaping his mouth as he talks. The teachers all dropped their heads in shame, starting to feel guilty for letting a child get bullied because they didn’t like her family. The whole school had known accepting a Shelby would be dangerous, the sister of a well-known gang from Birmingham walking around their school could act as a target for people to come and attack in the pursuit of the youngest Shelby sister.

“I want you lot to own up to what you’ve done and look out for her. Stop the fucking bullying before it gets any worse.” Tommy instructs, watching as all the teacher's nod and mumble an ‘okay’ as if they were children being scolded by their father.

“We’re all very sorry for this Mr. Shelby. If any of us see anyone hurting y/n, we’ll stop it immediately and punish those responsible. I can guarantee we’ll do our absolute best to stop this before it gets any worse.” Mr. Cunningham says after a brief silence, glancing around the room as the teacher's nod in agreement, wanting to retreat back to their classrooms.

“Glad to hear it. If she comes home at any point telling me she’s still being bullied, you’re not going to like what I’ll do.” Tommy says threateningly, stubbing his cigarette out and exiting the office with nothing more than a simple ‘goodbye’. Upon his exit the teacher exchanged nervous glances, knowing that if any further harm came to y/n Shelby there would be hell to pay.

Tommy exits the school building and gets into his car, driving back to Arrow House where he greets Grace and Charlie, explaining where he had been. Throughout the day Tommy found his thoughts falling back to you and whether he went about dealing with the bullying in the wrong way. What if the teachers ignored his warnings and allowed the bullying continued? What if the teachers started to join in on the bullying? His head was buzzing with ‘what ifs’ and Grace noticed that he was getting lost in his own thoughts as he so often did and so headed into his study.

“Tommy, why don’t you go and take one of the horses out for a ride and then come back and do some work?” Grace suggests as she enters the study and stands beside Tommy, rubbing a hand over his shoulder, feeling how tense his muscles are. She knew that going for a ride was one of the most effective ways to clear his mind and he needed to clear his head if he wanted to get any work done today. Tommy opened his mouth to argue but upon looking up and seeing Grace’s face he knew he should just do what she suggests. He gets up from his chair and exits the house, heading to the stables where he tacks his horse and mounts up. He rides around the estate, taking in deep breaths of fresh air, enjoying the peace and quiet which helps him take his mind off his worries. You were still lingering in his thoughts, but he focused on other things, the way his horse tossed his head impatiently and whinnied when Tommy stopped the horse to view the countryside. He focused on the bird song he could hear, looking around to see if he could find and identify the species that was calling. He saw some Blue Tits fly past, making his horse snort and shuffle slightly, spooked by the birds flying past suddenly, causing Tommy to whisper some calming words and stroking the horse’s neck, soothing him instantly. Having cleared his thoughts, Tommy returns back home and goes back into his study, ready to get some work done. Things were looking up for Shelby Company Limited and Tommy needed to work harder than ever to make sure the money comes in for his family.

Tommy became so engrossed in his work he didn’t notice the banging of the doors or Arrow House or the sound of his study door opening. He wasn’t aware you had returned from school until you threw your arms around him in a hug, squeezing tight as Tommy moves to return the hug, shocked slightly at the fact he hadn’t noticed the time.

“Good day?” Tommy questions as you pull away, moving to sit on the sofa opposite his desk.

“Yeah, the teachers actually started punishing the people bullying me. They still whisper but there’s not much I can do about that other than ignore it.” You say, looking over at your brother who nods, picking up his glass of whiskey and taking a sip.

“They can say whatever they want. They’re just jealous.” Tommy replies, watching as you nod.

“Yeah, I mean how many of them can say their brother went and threatened the entire staff of their school into looking out for them? Not many I assume.” You say, smiling over at him, having figured out he played a part in the staff meeting that happened earlier that morning.

“Kept my promise, didn’t I? No fucking fighting.” Tommy says, smiling as you shrug your shoulders.

“I don’t know I didn’t see Mr. Cunningham at any point during the day and usually he roams the school at lunchtime, checking everything’s okay. He could be six feet under for all I know.” You tease, laughing as Tommy rolls his eyes.

“I can promise you he’s unharmed. Physically at least.” Tommy says, crossing to the sofa and sitting down beside you, wrapping an arm around you and tugging you into his side.

“Thank you, Tom. For helping me with this.” You say, looking up at your brother with a soft smile.

“I’ll always be here to help you, even if you don’t want it. I’m your big brother, it’s my job.” Tommy replies before pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you cuddle closer to him.

“If the bastards try anything in the future, I’ll deal with them myself.” He continues, eliciting another laugh from you. Tommy knew there’d be a day when you didn’t need him as much as you do now, he hated the thought of you not being around every day and coming to him when you need help. He knew there’d be days when you’d deal with something worse than school bullies, but you would deal with it yourself, hopefully without violence. All Tommy could do was hold you close and be thankful you’re not at that stage of life yet. You were gaining independence sure, but you still needed your big brother whether you admitted it or not and Tommy was more than okay with that. You’d remain his little sister forever, but you wouldn’t always be little. Tommy would never accept it, but it was the truth.

“Love you, Tom.” You say quietly, causing a smile to tug at Tommy’s lips.

“Love you too.”

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