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One Shot: The Promise of Spring

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Tommy Shelby x Lizzie Shelby

No smut; all ages

AU-ish, with creative liberties taken, but there are 🚨spoilers🚨

File this under better late than never ☺️. It's my contribution for @runnning-outof-time ’s 4K follower celebration. Congrats again! Thank you for sharing your creativity with us. ❤️

The idea of putting the characters in situations that deviate from the norm sounded like fun. What I came up with is probably not fluff for the average character, but it's certainly a departure for Tommy, and it does leave him more vulnerable than usual. Lizzie seemed like the perfect love interest for the idea I had in mind.

I'd like to return to this and write another part in the future, but I can't promise when. ☺️

Thank you for reading. ❤️

Tommy strode across the lawn briskly, gloved hands balled in fists, toward the woods of his estate. He couldn't sleep, and he couldn't sit in his office for another minute.

It was just after dawn. The cold air of late winter sliced at his cheeks. He'd hoped the fresh air would wake him up and bring him to his senses.

He needed to be alone, and that time of day gave him quiet, if not also peace. There was no nagging from Lizzie, even though he knew that it came from a place of love and justified concern. No squeals for playtime from the children. Getting lost in their joy right now would only make him lose focus. No muddled big brother advice from Arthur, or sisterly tough love from Ada. And Polly… just like John, he'd never speak to her again, and not because of an argument. None of them, dead or alive, could help him or console him. He needed time, and quiet, to think of his next move.

It was always the same when it felt like the walls were closing in, like the next invisible threat was coming for his throne. There was something about being in nature that enabled him to do his best thinking. In these moments, he felt closest to his ancestors. They knew there was freedom in movement, wisdom in the wind, power to be gleaned from the majesty of the earth and the trees. Like them, it was the wellspring from which he replenished his inner strength. If it wasn't so cold, he probably would've slept outside that night, like he'd done so often when he was younger.

He approached his favorite spot, a clearing near the ribbon of creek that meandered through his property. He contemplated the creek, noticing that it wasn't completely frozen over, like it was the last time he'd gone out that far, for a similar reason. The last time, he'd gotten the answers he needed. This time? He was not so certain that he would find them.

He fished his cigarettes and lighter out of his coat pocket. “What the fuck am I going to do…” He muttered out loud after the first pull of nicotine. Like the tendrils of smoke wafting from the cigarette, his words hung in the air briefly before fading away, without a good answer.

He scanned the field and woods beyond, and then he looked to the sky, watching the occasional bird swoop and soar, then alight in a tree. He continued to smoke and think. He closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled deeply, and listened to the rustling of the wind.

He was tired of living two lives, as a rising MP, in addition to still being a kingpin, albeit one relegated to the shadows more and more every day. Tired of always having to be on guard. Tired of keeping so many secrets from Lizzie out of what he considered to be protection. He opened his eyes. No ideas were forthcoming. Not yet. As his problems got bigger, the solutions were harder to come by.

He decided to go back to his office and tend to the day’s phone calls and mail, to clear his desk of mundane tasks so there were fewer things to think about.

He dropped his cigarette and stamped it out. While watching the embers die on the ground, he saw a familiar flash of yellow and walked over to it.

Daffodils. Just three flowers so far, but more would come as the weather warmed. They were Lizzie's favorite, and he'd had them planted throughout the property. He remembered how excited she was, during their first spring at the estate, to see a large patch of them on the lawn outside their bedroom window, a sea of flowers in one of the happiest colors. He was pleased to give her a bit of joy after all the pain he had caused, all the pain he was still causing.

Lizzie… Blessed, loyal Lizzie. She deserved better, he thought.

He knew what he needed to do.

***

He stood in the dining room doorway, watching her. He'd removed his outerwear earlier and warmed himself by the fireplace in his office, gathering his thoughts before seeking her out.

Lizzie was reading the newspaper and picking at her soft-boiled egg, toast, and tea. She was alone in the large room, and her expression was weary. The look was far too familiar these days. He couldn't remember the last time she'd smiled with the same happiness as when their world was simpler, like when he'd bought her a typewriter to practice on a few years before. No, he'd never wish for simpler times when his family was so much better taken care of now. He knew wishes would be pointless, anyway–a naive and misplaced use of energy. But he hated the way she'd given so much of herself–to him, and to the business, as it grew–while only getting the occasional fragment of joy. Normally this feeling was locked away in the depths of his heart, but it surfaced today, and he needed to address it. For both of them.

“Oi, Lizzie.” He cursed himself silently when she startled at the sound of his voice. He crossed the room quickly and stood by her side.

He tried again, softer this time. “Lizzie. Hey. We need to get away this weekend.” He gently rested a hand on her cashmere-covered shoulder.

She didn't bother to look up at him. She just dropped her heavy silver cutlery on the Wedgewood plate and sighed. “What is it this time, Tommy? A mass execution here, led by Arthur? Or did your spirits tell you bloody Nosferatu is coming for the children?” With that, she looked at Tommy, rolled her eyes, and waited for his next order, an exhausted soldier in a never-ending battle.

“No.” He sat down next to her. “You and me. We need to get away. Us. We need… We need something different. For a few days, eh? Away from this,” he said, gesturing to the grandeur of the room. “It won't change this,” he said, gesturing again, “this new, fucking world, with all its fucking problems, but… You need a break. I… I need a fucking break. I can't sleep. Can't think. Can't fucking think right now, Lizzie. And this?” He looked around, settling on the large family portrait on the wall. “This world of ours, that's supposed to be so much fucking better than Small Heath? This isn't safe when I can't think.”

His stare never wavered from her eyes, but his chest rose and fell rapidly with his ragged breath. He closed his eyes to compose himself, then took Lizzie's hands into his.

He swallowed hard before continuing. “What I need most is you. Love, honor, and cherish, eh? That's what the vows were, what I promised, for you, in front of everyone. I know you don't feel very cherished by me. But that… It changes now. It changes now, Lizzie. You are too fucking important to me.”

He looked away, cleared his throat, and trained his eyes on her again. Her expression had softened the tiniest bit. It would be imperceptible to anyone else, but he knew. This is what she'd wanted to hear for so long now.

“I know, Tommy,” she murmured. She squeezed his hand. “I know. I've always known, but I've wanted to hear it from you. But not just hear it,” she said, tears forming in her eyes. “I've needed to feel it, too. I haven't felt it in a long, long time from you,” she said, as her tears started to fall.

“Oi.” This time, he said it softly, before cradling her face with his hands and wiping away her tears. “Lizzie. I know. And like I said, that changes now. After breakfast, I want you to find a place. Find somewhere, away from here, that we can go and have a weekend. Alone. This will be the first, but it won't be the last. I promise you that. I'll put Ada in charge, have her spend the weekend here. The children will be in good hands. And we'll have some time alone. And you can ask me any questions you have. About anything. And I will tell you everything. I can't… I won't shut you out anymore. I do love you, Lizzie, even when it feels like my body is here and my mind is everywhere else but with you.”

They kissed, and Tommy relaxed. He'd never remove all the weight of his duties off his shoulders, but he was confident that he could do better for Lizzie. And maybe, after the weekend, he'd have a better sense of what to do with all the other problems piling up.

Lizzie held his face with one hand, tracing his cheek with her thumb. “All right, Tommy." She smiled the smallest of smiles. She was still wary of his promise, but she was more hopeful than she'd been in a long time. "I’ll look into it. Is there anywhere you had in mind?”

“No. Just… Anywhere but Margate. And before you ask, I will tell you why.”

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notyour-valentine · 1 year

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Peaky Blinders ~ Skiing Headcanons

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Skiing, to Tommy, is something he is desperate to try it out for himself and his family as soon as he comes into some money. Especially when he realises that practically every other MP goes skiing at least once a year, he knows he has to go and has to learn

So he packs in the family and up the mountain they go

Esme

Why start with Esme, you ask? Well, because she is an excellent skier. She has been skiing with her brothers and sisters since she could remember, not on the slopes in some ski resort, no. They’d climb up the mountains, camp there and then ski down with some old pair of skies through forests and terrain, so it’s backcountry for her always

So she has a huge advantage on all of her family members and enjoys it a lot.

It takes her a while to get to the grip with carving skies and she doesn’t like the lifts. Climbing up is half the fun, to her at least. She repeats that every time the lift slows down or stops for a moment

Normal pistes are too boring for her, and she always dodges out the sides

Her ski gear is a mix and match of state of the art equipment and age old gloves and hats that look like they’ve been in use forever.

Refuses to wear a helmet.

John

Straightlines until he absolutely has to break, reaching dangerous speeds

Otherwise no technique or rhythm. But he has great fun doing it.

Usually tries to follow Esme into the unsecured terrain and does shockingly well for his skill level

Is often seen in and around the fun parks because while he can’t really ski, he loves jumping and trying out tricks with the children, who all ski better than him

Falls a lot, but always gets up

Arthur

Tries

He tries so hard and does his best.

Is often skiing with his arms spread out, legs too wide apart and poles clutched as he repeats all the instructions to himself.

While he manages to turn and go slow, he isn’t good at stopping, usually crashing into other people, poles, fences, trees, piles of snow or landing on his arse, while loudly apologising to everyone in area

He has a proper ski jacket and gloves, wears a helmet and goggles, but an old fashioned scarf that flatters behind him and so he gets both a runny nose and a sunburn

Looks a bit silly, but all the kids love him because he is the one who pulls their sledges up the slopes once the lifts are closed for some after hours fun

He also lets them bombard him with snow balls

Also always tries to take pictures of everyone on the slopes and ends up with freezing hands

Has dropped gloves or poles on ski lifts at least a dozen times

Finn

The best skier of the brothers

Was young enough when they started to go skiing to learn it properly, and so is actually technically quite good

Considers switching to snowboard for the longest time

Likes the fun parks and the race tracks

Michael

Went on a skiing school trip once and had already learned the basics

Switches to snowboard with Finn in their late teens and they learn together

Both get good quick and go off on their own (often with Isaiah)

Is less fond of the tricks but really likes starting at the highest possible point to get the longest runs

They are the most likely to fall out of lifts because they mess about

Linda

Is a decent skier

Sometimes, she skies in curves on the cat tracks/ connection trails and those places that are completely flat and makes it everyone else’s problem

Snaps at everyone for slaloming in lifts, or not placing their skies on the bars in others

Scorns the idea of going off piste, jumping, spraying snow on purpose etc

Ada

Went on a work trip to an indoor ski center with the library colleagues once and so she knew some things

Gets herself her own instructor and gets pretty decent, but doesn’t go beyond red runs, and never goes off piste or jumps

Has matching clothes with Polly

Usually skies for about an hour/an hour and a half in the morning, then goes to join Polly, and then for another hour or two in the afternoon

Polly

Doesn’t ski

Instead, she stays at the most expensive ski restaurant on the slopes modelling the most luxurious winter outfits, complete with sunglasses as she lounges in the sun and watches the others ski

Looks absolutely stunning while doing so

She also goes through Aperol Spritz by the liter as she watches the others

Later, when the kids are around, she makes them show up at the restaurant at 11:00 sharp, for hot chocolate and a refreshment of sunscreen, as well as a change of balaclava and scarves, then at 13:00 for lunch, at 15:00 for final check up before the run

If any of the kids falls or gets tired, they know they can stay with Aunt Pol

Grace

Proclaims she is an excellent skier

Chooses the ski resort for Tommy, and refuses to borrow skies, poles and shoes and so he buys her ones matching her (rumoured even more expensive than Polly’s) ski jacket. Under it she wears a cashmere turtleneck

Is actually a capable skier. Unfortunately she falls on the first day and demands to be taken down in the ski lift

Is never seen on the slopes again

Lizzie

Has never skied before, and because she starts at a later age, she is a little more fearful

However she is eager to learn and so she signs up for an adult group beginners class and likes the group atmosphere

She isn’t a natural but she tries and is receptive to feedback so after a week she is pretty decent and can get down the blue and reds safely, all be it slowly

Needs help in the lifts but is so grateful the lifties all know her by sight and are eager to help her out

On the following holiday, she signs up again, and this time Arthur joins too

She stops when she gets exhausted as she doesn’t want to injure herself, and avoids the steeper parts, as well as the bad weather

She loves being out in the fresh air though and often takes walks in the area surrounding it

Later in life, she picks up cross-country skiing and sticks with it for as long as she can

Charlie and Ruby

Both learn as young children, looking adorable in their little ski suits and helmets

Since they are so young and fearless, they become great skiers

At 10, Ruby announces that she wants to learn snowboarding, but has to wait until she is 13 and then is only allowed after at least a day or two of skiing to make sure she is still good at it

She absolutely loves it and also likes a bit of back.country snowboarding

Charlie is sometimes jealous, but he prefers skis and often goes slower than he can to make sure everyone in the family can keep up

Tries to help Arthur with his technique

And of course…

Tommy

He buys expensive set of pitch black ski clothes, trousers, jacket, underwear, gloves etc. The only thing he forgoes are the ski goggles - because he claims he doesn’t need them. The snow proves him wrong and so he has to go buy one at the local store, which he feels is humiliating

Of course, Tommy Shelby can’t embassass himself on the slopes and so he hires a private teacher for lessons far away from the rest of the family, although he is fairly certain he can do well since he’s researched it

Well, research only goes so far

Lets just say he is not a natural at all. He lacks the patience, he lacks the resistance against the cold and truth be told he lacks the desire to put some wood on his feet and go down a snowed up mountain.

He doesn’t understand anyone’s fascination with it

If he does ski, once he has the basics under his belt, he tries to do it away from the rest of his family because he knows he will never live it down

At first, only Ada knows how poor a skier her brother really is (and that he usually only goes and sits in one of the smaller ski huts and works as long as the wifi holds)

Later, Lizzie sometimes skies with him. If they are far behind everyone else, she takes the blame for it but by then they all know that she’s a decent skier

He hates it, he hates the cold and the fact that he can’t open his eyes without sunglasses or ski goggles. He hates the wind and the fact that his knees and his back hurt

But by the time he has to admit defeat before the mountain, he has to admit that his family loves their annual skiing trips and so, to his regret, he has to pencil in the next one

He ends up joining Lizzie in cross country for a day or two per holiday, although his bad lungs make it tricky for him to keep up but she slows down for him.

Since he likes the quiet and the nature, he soon looks forward to the cross country trips with Lizzie

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irenethewoman · 6 months

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Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 21 - Christmas

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"Are you spending Christmas alone this year?" "Ada, you know, to solve the problem, you must ring the bell." I sighed. "They are still resentful of Tommy. Except for Michael, who is still working, they don't even want to see me." "But our little Ollie hasn't met his cousin yet, has he?" Ada gently rubbed Orlando's head. The little guy was looking up at us, bubbles coming out of his mouth. I bent down and wiped his mouth. Last Christmas Eve, I gave birth to our second child with Tommy, a boy, and named him Orlando. Tommy was a bit disappointed; he thought it would be a girl. But Charles and Carl were happy; they finally had a new playmate. "Danny… we are a family…" "I know." I kept my head down, not looking at Ada. I looked at our son and eventually swallowed the complaints that were on the tip of my tongue, just pulling out a smile. "We are family, dear." I stood by the window, watching Ada leave in the car. I knew there would be a family gathering at John's big house during Christmas, and I think my husband knows that too.

"Family" is a somewhat unfamiliar term to me. It sounds more stable than a spouse but colder than close relatives. In 1914, I fled London and was taken in by Polly, but until I returned to Birmingham in 1920, I always felt like a lone soul, never truly integrated into the Shelby family, even after Tommy and I fell in love—we were more like an ordinary couple with our own families.

"Family" now has their own little families. Before that, the Shelby family was a united force, unstoppable. But Ada has Carl, John and Esme developed feelings through marriage, Polly found Michael again, Arthur met Linda, and everything started to develop in unpredictable directions. I'm not asking them to dedicate their lives to the family without personal feelings. But they have their own calculations, considering their family interests, putting the Shelby family's interests behind.

Yet they demand Tommy to be unwavering.

I still remember the unreasonable demands of the Shelbys when I was injured from the gunshot—Tommy "should" come back. Things they couldn't do, they demanded from my little prince, forcing him to put his beloved wife and child in second place, a position that would continue to torment him with guilt and worry. I dare not imagine what kind of life Tommy would lead if I had slept forever after being shot.

"Family" may be a curse buried in the blood of the Shelby family, a debt that Tommy cannot escape in his lifetime.

After June last year, sometimes I wonder, if the Shelby family only had Tommy, he might have broken through the class barrier long ago, stood in Parliament like other MPs, looking righteous and glorious.

I lower my head.

Ada is now the bridge of communication between Tommy and the rest of the Shelby family, and I can't let him lose this sister because of my grievances.

I didn't say these things just now, and I won't say them to Tommy.

Never.

Tommy has been busy lately, coming home much later than before, and when he comes home, he locks himself in the study. If I didn't have confidence in Tommy and didn't "patrol" the house every day, I would suspect that Tommy had a third party hidden in the study.

I intercepted the maid who brought him wine. "Give it to me." "Please come in."

After getting Tommy's permission, I opened the door and placed the tray of wine on his desk. By the time he saw a hand different from usual, I had already walked behind him. I bent down, my gaze passing over him to look at the documents in his hand.

"Danny."

I heard him calling me, with a pampering and helpless tone. I casually responded.

He hugged my waist, stood up, and kissed my lips. "Caught you, a little cat running around." "Your mouth is dry." After a gentle kiss, I raised my hand to touch his lips. But he opened his mouth and took my fingertip into his mouth. "Pervert!" I glanced at him, pulled out my hand, and gave him the wine.

Tommy took the glass, raised his head, and drank it all at once. Then he continued to hug my waist.

"You've been busy lately. Is there a problem with the company?" "Almost suspected you were keeping a lover in the study." I smiled and avoided his kiss. "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the company?" "But I think you already have a plan?" My curiosity was aroused by the smile on his face.

"Come on, Tommy." I held Tommy's hand and coquettishly said.

He took advantage of it to hug me and stood up, leaning over to kiss me, with small, warm kisses falling on my skin, tickling.

Too ticklish, I couldn't help laughing, gently patting his shoulder, trying to make him stop this childish thing that only Charlie would do.

"It's time, Tommy. I haven't fed Ollie yet!" "You should feed me first, dear."

After the rain stopped, we sat face to face in the bathtub.

"Do you know Jessie Eden?" Tommy leaned against the other end of the bathtub as if sitting on a throne.

"I've heard of her." I thought for a moment, recalling the cute round face woman with an apple. "She's famous, a union leader. Last year, if I remember correctly, on Good Friday, she led other workers to the streets for more women's toilets."

"She's always causing trouble. She thinks the wages of the factory girls are too low."

I looked at my husband sitting on the opposite side with a calm smile, but his smile disappeared.

The Shelby Foundation has always been my responsibility. I know it's a way for Tommy to whitewash, to improve our image in the eyes of the public. Before Ollie was born, I visited the factories under my husband's name. But what I saw shocked me—some pregnant women had to sit in front of the machines.

I was pregnant with Ollie at that time, and I knew how difficult pregnancy could be. Even if Tommy wanted someone to take care of me 24 hours a day, he couldn't make up for the physical pain and discomfort.

My background and assets mean that I never need to work like those women. I just need to take care of Charlie at home, occasionally show my face in Birmingham like a mascot, and enjoy the careful care of the maids and the love from my husband and son. Those women, even when pregnant, had to run for the family's livelihood, and when they returned home, there might be countless chores waiting for them.

Whether it's for the future of the Shelby family or out of sympathy for those women, there are some things I must say.

"Tommy, no matter what, you can't lower their wages. Maintaining the status quo is the best."

"You know my job, dear. If we can win over the union, it will be a great help to us. We need to unite all the forces we can unite, Tommy."

"But I think you already have a plan."

My curiosity was aroused by the smile on his face.

"Come on, Tommy." I held Tommy's hand and coquettishly said.

He took advantage of it to hug me and stood up

, leaning over to kiss me, with small, warm kisses falling on my skin, tickling.

Too ticklish, I couldn't help laughing, gently patting his shoulder, trying to make him stop this childish thing that only Charlie would do.

"It's time, Tommy. I haven't fed Ollie yet!" "You should feed me first, dear."

After the rain stopped, we sat face to face in the bathtub.

"Do you know Jessie Eden?" Tommy leaned against the other end of the bathtub as if sitting on a throne.

"She's always causing trouble. She thinks the wages of the factory girls are too low."

I looked at my husband sitting on the opposite side with a calm smile, but his smile disappeared.

Whether it's for the future of the Shelby family or out of sympathy for those women, there are some things I must say.

"Tommy, no matter what, you can't lower their wages. Maintaining the status quo is the best."

"You know my job, dear. If we can win over the union, it will be a great help to us. We need to unite all the forces we can unite, and the union is the most critical one." I knew it wouldn't be so simple. I took a deep breath and looked at Tommy. "I understand your thoughts, but you also need to consider the interests of the Shelby family. If you hurt those women, not only will you lose support, but it may also cause conflicts within the family." "Jessie Eden is a thorn in my side, but I can't just eliminate her. The union has too much influence in Birmingham. We need a plan to control the situation and achieve our goals without causing too much trouble."

I nodded. "I will think about it, and I will help you find a way to deal with this matter properly."

Tommy's eyes softened as he looked at me. "Thank you, my love. I know I can always rely on you."

We finished our bath and got dressed, heading downstairs to join the family for dinner. As we walked hand in hand, I couldn't help but think about the challenges ahead. The world was changing, and the Shelby family needed to adapt. I would do my best to support Tommy, but I also had to ensure the well-being of our family.

As we entered the dining room, the atmosphere shifted. Ada and Michael were sitting at the table, discussing something in hushed tones. John and Esme seemed tense, exchanging glances. Arthur was unusually quiet, his eyes darting between Tommy and me.

I could sense the tension in the air, and I knew that the Shelby family was on the verge of a new chapter, one that would test our bonds and loyalties. The storm was brewing, and I had to navigate through it, not just as Tommy's wife, but as a Shelby with her own convictions.

The dinner table was filled with both the aroma of food and the unspoken weight of the challenges that lay ahead.

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zablife · 2 years

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Boston Meets Birmingham (Part 1)

Jack Nelson x Shelby sister reader

Summary: Jack Nelson has proposed to the youngest Shelby sister without Tommy’s permission. The time has come for your wedding weekend and everyone is on edge.

Author’s Note: Thank you to the lovely anon who first requested this story. It has taken on a life of it’s own with the inspiration readers have sent me for this particular fic. I hope this doesn’t disappoint! This will be told in 2 parts because I couldn't edit myself.

Diverges from S6 canon because I wanted Polly and Aberama in the story. Follows the storyline of my fic Shelby Magic. Although you don’t have to read that story to follow this plot.

Warnings: 🔞, language, drinking, lots of fluff, smut-sex in a church (last few paragraphs)

Moodboard credit: the talented @shelbydelrey

Birmingham 1933

You waited in Tommy’s office, anxiously drumming your fingers on the polished wood. You wanted to get the last of the business meetings over with as quickly as possible. Realistically you knew you were in for a long afternoon as experience had taught you the stubborn men in your life would draw out negotiations with more arguing. Every meeting ended the same way, with you desperately trying to mediate. This took it’s toll, however, as you felt your loyalty being torn between your past and present.

“Y/n, where’s my whiskey?” Tommy’s voice boomed from across the room.

“It’s in the safe because my fiancé and my brother can’t seem to get along, especially when alcohol is involved,” you replied crossing your arms over your chest.

“What’s that supposed to mean, eh? We’re still conducting business, aren’t we?” Tommy said annoyed.

“No, you’re not, Tom. All you do is drink and shout at each other. Now I need you to make some progress today if you could please,” you begged him.

Tommy ran a hand over his face and sighed loudly. Opening his desk drawer, he pulled out a new bottle of whiskey and placed it down with a thud. “For fucks’ sake…” you said forgetting he had a hidden stash. As he poured himself a large drink, you studied him. “What’s next, Tom? You going to put a black star in the book for him?” you joked uneasily. Tommy downed the contents of his glass and retorted, “Don’t tempt me.” The door opened at that moment and Jack strode into the room looking dashing in his three piece suit.

“Jack,” Tommy greeted your fiancé with just his name.

“Tom,” Jack replied with a nod. He looked as stiff and uncomfortable as Tommy. This was not a good start, you thought. They had been like this since you announced your engagement and you were growing weary of the tension. Jack leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek and you watched Tommy’s jaw clench.

Jack claimed the seat next to yours and took your hand despite the scowl Tommy gave him. “Well, Shelby, are you ready to accept my terms or not?” Jack said looking Tommy in the eye.

“Jack, I think you’re aware that the licenses you desire are not easy to acquire so let’s agree--” Jack interrupted, temper already beginning to flare, “I don’t agree to nothin’ until I get those licenses!” He brought his fist down on the table for emphasis and you closed your eyes wishing you could put an end to this.

Jack continued, “You claim to have some clout as an MP, but now I’m beginning to wonder. See, I’m forced to conclude that either you don’t have the influence you say or this is some bullshit stall tactic to change y/n’s mind about me.”

Tommy sat forward in his chair and narrowed his eyes at Jack, “Think you know something about politics because you’ve been in the Oval Office, eh? You don’t know anything. As for my sister, I don’t need to make threats because she’ll realize this is a mistake soon enough.”Jack stood up and pointed threateningly at Tommy, “I’m gonna marry, y/n, whether you like it or not.”

You jumped to your feet, placing yourself between them raising your arms and shouting, “No more fucking fighting! Why doesn’t someone listen to what I want for a change? I’m a grown woman who is more than capable of making my own decisions.”

Although you had silenced them for a moment, being the headstrong men they were, they resumed their yelling. Feeling defeated, you sunk back into your chair with your head in your hands. At that moment, Polly breezed into the office. God how you’d missed her while she was taking time away from the company for her honeymoon. She swooped in wearing a white, fur trimmed coat looking like an angel. She was certainly the savior you needed today.

Extinguishing her cigarette in the crystal ashtray at the center of the table, she stood with her hands on her hips. “Alright, gentleman, y/n has told me about your silly squabble and I can see you’re no closer to getting along. You don’t have to like it, but you’re going to sign these documents today so Jack and y/n are free to return to Boston and plan their wedding. You know you can’t stop her, Tommy. She’s not a little girl anymore,” Polly said authoritatively. Tommy held her gaze, unwilling to start a fight with his aunt, but not yet ready to give into Jack.

Polly gave Tommy a warning look as she extended a pen. “Now we both know you secured those licenses weeks ago. Sign the bloody papers before you cost us anymore money.” Tommy yanked the pen away gritting his teeth and you gave Polly a look of pure gratitude. In no time, Jack and Tommy were scribbling signatures.

As Tommy shuffled the papers and placed them on his desk, Jack leaned over to you saying, “Let’s get out of here, doll” and you nodded. As you both stood, Jack buttoned his suit jacket and sneered at Tommy, “Wish I could say it’s been a pleasure, Shelby, but we both know that ain’t true.” Before Tommy could reply, you linked arms with your fiancé and pulled him out of the office. You glanced back at Polly who gave you a wink.

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As you walked down the street to the car, Jack slowed his pace and then stopped abruptly to face you. Taking your face in his palm gently he said, “You’re right, doll. I should have asked you what you want. Do you still want to go to Boston?” He asked before adding softly, “Do you still want me?” Your heart melted as you realized he had been listening to you in the meeting.

“I want to be your wife with all my heart, Jack,” you said pulling him into a kiss to reassure him. His hand slid to the back of your head and held you there as he deepened the kiss not caring who was watching. When you parted, you took a breath and placed your hands on his shoulders. You looked into his eyes and confessed, “I’ll always take your side, but I don’t want to fight with my family like this forever. If we go to Boston without resolving this, I’m afraid I won’t speak to them again.”

Jack hated the look of sadness in your eyes as you spoke, especially knowing he had caused it with his actions. “I’m sorry my temper’s been getting the best of me, doll. What can I do to make it up to you?” Jack asked looking desperate to please you. “Y/n do you want to get married here?” he offered, rubbing your arms soothingly. You were shocked he would suggest such a thing, but you couldn’t deny the idea of having all your loved ones at your wedding in your hometown made you happy. Without further thought, you nodded eagerly.

“Are you sure about this, Jack?” you asked with trepidation.

“Sure, doll. I guess the Boston Catholics are gonna meet the Birmingham gypsies,” he joked.

“That sounds like a rugby match,” you said with a laugh, nuzzling your head to his broad chest.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t turn into one,” he chuckled.

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After the contentious meeting, Polly had talked to Tommy about the wedding. She threatened to stay away from Shelby Company Limited for good unless he supported you. She explained that Tommy’s feud with Michael had been difficult enough and she refused to see another war break out in the family. Copping to her plea for peace, Tommy begrudgingly agreed to stay silent about your decision to marry. He even offered his home for the wedding breakfast. That was where his participation ended though as he turned the planning over to Lizzie and Polly.

As they helped you make all the necessary arrangements, they asked questions about Jack. Both women were curious about the man you were choosing to spend the rest of your life with because he didn’t seem like an obvious choice. Jack was invited for tea with the ladies and he did nothing but gush about you. The gentle way he brushed his thumb over your hand and his attentiveness to your every need won them over.

The day you went to alter your wedding dress Lizzie and Polly accompanied you to see what you had chosen. When Lizzie spotted you walking towards them, she gasped in delight, “Oh, y/n!” She was speechless. “You look absolutely radiant,” Polly proclaimed.

“I can’t wait to see Jack’s reaction!” you squealed with excitement. “He’ll count his lucky stars that God sent him an angel straight from heaven,” Lizzie declared and that made you tear up.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’re going to have a wonderful life,” Polly said squeezing your hand. “Yes, I hope so,” you said with a quivering lip. You desperately needed her reassurance in that moment that Jack would be accepted by the rest of the family.

“Go on, you might as well tell her,” Lizzie said with a sly smile. You looked from Lizzie to Polly. “Tell me what, Pol?” you asked with surprise. “After you came over yesterday, I read his tea leaves,” Polly said with a mischievous grin. You laughed out loud at her admission and brought her close for a hug. “Anything in particular you want to tell me about our life together?” you coaxed. “Just that you’re both going to be so happy,” she said patting your shoulder.

As you went to change out of your dress, Lizzie turned to Polly. In a conspiratorial whisper she said, “Polly, why didn’t you tell her the rest?” Polly lit her cigarette and blew out the match, looking over at Lizzie with a chuckle, “I didn’t want to frighten her. Can you imagine learning you were going to have six children? Best to keep that to ourselves.” Polly sat in the comfortable silence that followed smoking and watching a vision in the smoke of your beautiful blue and green eyed babies.

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The day of your wedding arrived and you tried to calm your nerves as you applied your makeup. Stepping back to take a good look, you decided to add more rouge. You still looked pale and tired from the lack of sleep the night before. What little sleep you did get was marred by nightmares. In one awful dream Tommy punched Jack at the altar and they rolled around on the floor together knocking over flowers and candles. You wondered if it was a dream conjured by fear or an eery premonition.

Before you spiraled completely, Ada came to help you with your veil. You hugged her, inhaling her familiar floral perfume to distract yourself from worry. As she finished and stood back to admire you, you couldn’t help but ask for her insight. “Ada, will Tom try to stop us?”

Ada gave a small sigh and looked down, taking the lace of your veil in her fingers absently she thought it over. “That’s why I eloped, y/n. Tommy can be overprotective of the women in his life. As the youngest girl of the family, you should know that better than anyone.”

You hung your head so she wouldn’t see the tears that were forming. Of course, Ada realized right away that she had upset you with her honesty. She gently lifted your chin to look into your eyes and said, “Everything will work out, y/n. I’m not Polly, I can’t predict the future, but I trust you. And if Jack is who you want, I’ll always support you.” You dabbed at your eyes and gave her a broad smile, “Thank you, dear Ada.”

Giggling she said, “It’s true, y/n, you can have whatever you want. Just be strong.”

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As you approached the church, you saw Tommy and Arthur waiting together. Tommy smoked as Arthur nodded his head. You were sure they were talking about you and that made your stomach churn even more. “Arthur, would you give us a minute,” Tommy requested. “Sure thing, Tom,” Arthur said before disappearing around the corner.

“It’s been a long time since we talked alone, y/n. It’s my fault, I needed time to think so I stayed away,” Tommy stated sadly. “Fucking comets come around more often,” you scoffed. Worrying that he might try and talk you out of the marriage one last time, you braced yourself for the sound of his disapproval. You took a deep breath and unconsciously held it.

“Y/n, I know I’ve not been a good brother to you recently,” he began. You quickly recognized his apologetic tone and you exhaled in relief. Tommy continued, “I didn’t want to admit that you’ve grown up because I got used to protecting you. After mum died it was hardest on you. You were only three, but you remembered her and you couldn’t understand why she left you. I tried to act as a mum and dad for you to make up for it because I hated to see you cry.” You teared up for the second time that morning and this time a single tear fell down your cheek. “I still do,” Tommy said swiping the tear away with the pad of his thumb. “Now I know you’re old enough to do as you please, but I’d like to offer you my blessing to marry Jack anyway…if you still care about that.” He looked down at his shoes having spoken from the heart more than ever before.

The show of emotion was embarrassing him, but it meant the world to you. You couldn’t help the grin that spread over your face. “Are you daft? Of course I want my big brother’s blessing,” you said and he finally looked up at you with a smile. You hugged his neck the way you had done as a child and clung to him tightly.

As Tommy untangled his arm from your veil, Curly shuffled up to you with something covered in brown paper. “Sorry it took so long, Tom. I had to hitch the wagon and it got stuck in the mud and I would have been here sooner if-“ Tommy cut him off clapping a hand to his shoulder, “It’s alright, Curly, you’ve arrived just in time. We’re almost ready to start. Why don’t you take a seat inside, eh?” Curly nodded, taking quick steps to the church as you looked at the object in Tommy’s hand with growing curiosity.

Carefully removing the paper, he revealed a horseshoe. “I asked Charlie and Curly to make this for ya because I wanted you to have something to bring you luck,” he said shyly handing it over to you. You turned the cool metal over in your hands and ran your fingers around the smooth edging. You looked up at Tommy feeling a swell of emotion over his thoughtful gift. “Thank you, Tommy…for everything.”

Tommy took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a shaky hand. You smiled at the small indication of emotion that proved he was an ordinary, mortal man. It had taken courage to admit his mistake and you admired him for it.

Feeling a sense of ease returning, you decided to tease him a little. “You realize you’ve given Jack and me a symbol of fertility?,” you said eyebrows furrowed in mock concern. Tommy’s head jerked up, his cigarette still hanging from his lip in shock. Removing it quickly and pointing it at you he called out, “Oi! That’ll do!” Giggling merrily at his reaction, you clutched your dress and ran toward the church to find Arthur.

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You stood at the back of the small stone chapel waiting for the doors to open and begin your walk down the aisle to Jack. You shifted your weight uncomfortably next to Arthur and he patted your arm as a show of silent support. Looking up at your older brother to gauge his nerves, you noted his stiff posture and tight smile. You realized he was skittish about the crowd. You leaned over and whispered, “It’s not a firing squad, Arthur. Relax.”

“Think you’re funny, do ya?,” Arthur grumbled brusquely and you smirked. It warmed your heart to think about how seriously he took his duty of giving you away. “Arthur, I’m glad it’s you who’s walking me down the aisle. Thank you,” you said softly. Arthur looked at you with affection and nodded, “Glad to do it, sister.”

The heavy doors began to creak open slowly as you smoothed your dress one last time. Suddenly, you realized something was amiss with your appearance and blurted out in dismay, “Oh, fuck! Arthur, my veil! Put it over my face, quickly!” Arthur’s large hands fumbled with the delicate lace as he panicked, clumsily throwing the veil over you just as the doors opened fully.

As your guests turned to catch a glimpse of you, you snickered into Arthur’s shoulder at the silly moment you just shared. You had never been good at acting appropriately in formal situations and Arthur was worse. It was all you could do to stifle the laughter that threatened to spill forth and your shoulders shook with the effort it took to contain your giggles. Today Arthur understood he had to reign you in though and he leaned over to hiss, “Pack it in!” Although you wanted to laugh harder at his scolding, you knew you had to regain control. You collected yourself with a deep breath and allowed Arthur to lead you toward Jack.

As you got closer to the altar, you felt all your nerves dissipate. Being near Jack always calmed you. When it was time for him to turn toward you and lift your veil, you beamed with excitement. Jack’s eyes sparkled even in the dim light of the old church and you knew he was feeling the same way. “You look like an angel,” he said quietly drinking you in with adoration. You blushed as you mouthed “I love you” to him.

The ceremony went by so quickly, you barely had time to register the words of pronouncement. Jack was suddenly leaning into you for your first kiss as husband and wife. He held your face tenderly as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips, leaving you wanting more. As you turned to walk out, you looked at each other with huge grins. Jack extended an arm for you and you surveyed the sea of faces. One face in the crowd caught your attention and you nodded at Polly who was wiping tears from her eyes with a handkerchief. None of this would have been possible without her, you thought and you blew her a kiss to show your appreciation.

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After the photographs had been taken for your wedding album, you watched your family disperse. Jack tried to lead you to your waiting car, but you pulled him back whispering, “Not yet, Jack. I need you.” Jack smirked. He knew what you meant by the way your eyes darkened and your voice dripped with lust. He pulled you into an embrace and whispered back with a chuckle, “Here?” You bit your lip and nodded at him. “I know a place where no one will see us,” you said with an impish grin. He laughed heartily as you practically dragged him back toward the church.

When you’d entered the vestry, you closed the door, backing yourself against the weathered wood to bat your eyelashes at your new husband. Jack placed one hand on the door just above your head and leaned over to lock it quickly. Caging your smaller form beneath him, he lowered his head to kiss you passionately. The intensity only increased as Jack’s desperation for you grew. He practically devoured you, tongue clashing with yours, one hand on the door and one roaming your body. When he pulled away he confessed, “I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you at the altar.”

You tilted your head watching him with lustful eyes. “What else do you want to do with your wife, Mr. Nelson?” you asked in a cheeky tone, pulling his suit jacket from him and discarding it on the floor. “Oh, you’ll see,” he smirked at you, hooking your waist and pulling you to a nearby table, making you shriek with delight. He lifted you onto the table with ease and lifted your dress to your waist, placing feverish kisses down your neck. You held his head at the spot below your ear that drove you wild. “Fuck me,” you begged. Jack nodded against your shoulder and moved one hand to grab your jaw possessively. Jack released a low growl as you turned your face in his hand to lick his index finger. Taking it into your mouth, you began sucking slowly as you looked into his eyes.

You felt him stroking his knuckles along the front of your satin underwear and you inhaled deeply. You were too needy at the moment to stand his teasing though and you released his finger from your parted lips whining “Jack…”

“I know, angel. I’m gonna take care of my sweet little bride,” he said moving the delicate material aside to slide two fingers inside you. You gasped and licked your lips as he rubbed his thumb over your clit. Your moans grew louder and more frequent until Jack brought his lips to the shell of your ear, “I know it feels good, angel, but you gotta stay quiet for me, alright?” You gulped and nodded your head. Having hushed you for the moment, Jack kissed the top of your head and praised you, “Such an obedient wife, Mrs. Nelson.”

Hearing the low timbre of his voice sent electric shocks through you and you knew you couldn’t wait any longer to feel him inside you. You reached down to unbutton his trousers with trembling fingers barely able to focus on your task with Jack curling his fingers against the spot deep inside that make you see stars.

You wordlessly helped him free himself from the confines of his boxers, moaning at the sight of his hard length brushing your thigh. You wanted to take him into your mouth and taste him so badly, but you settled for stroking his growing erection.

Jack pulled his hand from you suddenly saying, “Come ‘ere, baby,” and pulled you toward him by the back of your neck. Your foreheads touched and you breathed in his scent of cologne and cigar smoke, your breath catching as he pushed into you all at once. The sense of fullness relieving your ache for your husband. His hand slid down to your throat for a moment and you sighed loudly knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep your promise of silence much longer. Luckily, Jack swallowed your loud moan with an open mouth kiss.

He tugged playfully on your dark locks, the slight force causing you to arch your back so he could watch your face contort with pleasure. He loved the way your eyes fluttered and your mouth hung open in ecstasy. He couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the little changes in your features as you felt him fill you over and over. The only noise remaining were the sounds of the table creaking and bumping against the wall.

You opened your eyes to look down at your coupled bodies and saw his left hand on your thigh, his new gold wedding band catching the light. The sight of your husband making you his so completely ignited your body and you came suddenly with a shudder. Jack shifted his hands to support your lower back so you didn’t topple over as your orgasm washed over you. Jack found his release soon after and dropped his head to your shoulder with a satisfied grunt. You relished the weight of him leaning into you and carded your fingers through his hair. You hummed in satisfaction at the closeness of him, never wanting to part.

You felt his pulse thrumming rapidly in his neck and giggled as you heard him pant, “That was incredible.” He stroked your back gently cooing at you, “You’re perfect, you know that?”

He pulled out of you slowly and you couldn’t help but whimper at the loss of contact, consoled only by the thought of another round later that evening. You looked at him with adoring eyes and a warm smile. “I love you so much.”

Jack beamed at you as he helped you down from the table and fixed your skirt for you. In return you retrieved his trousers and buttoned them. Jack enveloped you in an embrace, strong arms circling you and burying you tightly in his broad chest making you feel safe and loved beyond measure. “Can’t believe you’re mine…my wife,” he said with a contented sigh. “I belong to you fully now, no returns,” you chuckled softly.

Just then you heard a knock at the door that made you jump. “Y/n?” Lizzie’s voice called out. You covered your mouth and looked at Jack with a shocked expression. He motioned for you to answer and you called out, “Yes, Lizzie?”

“It’s time to leave for the reception. Are you alright? I heard some loud noises,” she asked concerned. You stifled a giggle behind your hand and answered, “I’m alright. Just…looking for my gloves,” you lied thinking on your feet.

Lizzie paused before you heard her say with amusement, “Y/n, you didn’t wear gloves today. Just get to the house before the meal is set…..And give my regards to your new husband,” she said with one parting shot. You knew she wasn’t actually upset though. Lizzie had a wonderful sense of humor. You knew you’d been found out though and cringed with embarrassment. Unable to control yourself after you heard her footsteps fade, you collapsed in a fit of laughter.

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