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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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The Meeting | Tommy Shelby x Reader

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy takes (Y/N) to her first family meeting after they officially begin dating.

Warnings: language, mentions of drinking, slight age gap

Word Count: 1212

A/N: this is just a little story I thought up after reading these headcannons by the lovely @vintunnavaa (the very bullet point was the inspiration for this story). It gave me this idea almost immediately...although at first I had it in my mind that it would play out earlier in the series...I’m pretty pleased with what it turned out to be. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: ALSO.....I should point out that I slightly strayed from canon with this. Tommy and Lizzie never got married and Ruby isn’t in this universe that I’ve created. Also while we’re talking about Lizzie...I didn’t mean to make her a bitch in this...it just kinda happened, sorry to all the Lizzie lovers.

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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The significant members of the Shelby Company Ltd. were all gathered around a small table in the main room of the Garrison. Tommy had just called them there for a family meeting. Unbeknownst to them, his girlfriend, (Y/N), was quietly waiting for her cue in the small snug that sat against the bar's opposite walls.

"Can you tell us why you've chosen the middle of the day to call a family meeting?" Polly questioned Tommy, her eyebrows raised as she brought a cigarette up to her lips.

"Because what I have to talk about is important," Tommy answered while working on getting his own cigarette out from its silver canister. He silently cursed his hands for shaking; he hadn't felt this nervous about something in the longest time.

"As if what we were all doing wasn't fucking important," was Polly's dry response. Her words made Tommy send her a look, but he didn't say anything back to her. He was still in hot water with her over the recent dealings with Michael, and he thought it best to step back from the war she was trying to wage.

"This won't take long," he said, his way of dismissing Pollly's snide comment, before he looked around at everyone sitting at the table. "I've someone I'd like for you all to meet...and I figured that there's no better place to introduce her than at a family meeting," he then got right down to the reason he'd gathered them.

"Just throw her right to the wolves, why don't you," Polly was the first to comment, a scoff and a smirk following her words.

"Pol..." Tommy trailed off, sending her a warning glance. His patience was starting to wear thin. "Since this is her first meeting, I'd like to ask you all to tone it down a little...no offering cocaine, no stealing money from her purse, no fucking childhood stories, alright? We're beyond that now...let's act like it around her, eh?" he then laid out his conditions for this meeting. From inside the snug, (Y/N) couldn't help but laugh slightly as she heard Tommy say this.

"What's her name?" Ada asked, genuinely curious about the new woman in her brother's life.

"It's (Y/N)."

"How old is this (Y/N), eh, Tom?" Arthur was the next to ask a question.

"She's a few years younger than me...four maybe. I don't see why that's a concern though, Arthur," Tommy answered his brother's question. Arthur held up his hands and ducked his head, showing that he had no further questions.

"What does she do? She have a job?" Polly then asked two questions of her own.

"She works in the House of Commons..."

"Sleeping with the fucking secretary again," Lizzie's mumbled statement cut him off, making his steely gaze snap over to her.

"What'd you say?" he asked her to repeat herself, his brows now furrowed deeply.

"I said that you're sleeping with your secretary again...that's so fucking typical of you, Tommy," she spoke up, irritation in her eyes as they locked onto his.

"She's not a fucking secretary there. She works in the records room; compiles speeches and fact-checks them to the books before they're brought to the floor," he informed her. Lizzie simply pursed her lips, realizing that her argument was invalid. "Got anything else like that to say about her, eh?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised now.

"No," she mumbled, shaking her head as she looked off.

"Does anyone have anymore fucking questions about the woman I choose to spend my time with?" he then asked the rest of the group, his eyes going to each person to check for their answer. When nothing else was said, he took a deep breath. "She means enough to me for me to bring her to meet all of you...show her some fucking respect, eh?" was his final warning before he turned his attention over to where the snug was. "(Y/N)! You can come out now!" he called to her.

On his cue, she opened the door and stepped out into the main room of the bar. Immediately she felt like she was some show animal with the amount of eyes that were focused on her. She sent a small smile to the group of intimidating looking people as she made her way over to Tommy's side. "Hi. I'm (Y/N)," she greeted them in a soft voice before she politely waved.

"Well have a seat, yeah? We're not gonna eat ya, love," Arthur stated as he pulled a chair away from the table for her.

(Y/N) glanced at Tommy, who simply nodded to the chair. She took that as her ok to sit down, and officially joined the table of people who were still staring her down. Tommy then started introducing each of the people around the table, and she tried hard to remember which name went to which face. She’d heard Tommy talk about them before, but she’d never formally met them. Once he was finished, he stepped behind her chair and sat his hands on top of its backrest, his knuckles brushing against her shoulders.

"How long have you and Tommy been together, (Y/N)?" Ada asked as she leaned forward in her seat.

"We've been seeing each other for five months now, but he only officially asked me to be his girlfriend two weeks ago," she explained, feeling sort of like a child when she said the word 'girlfriend', but that was what she was to him.

"Thomas told us that you work at the House of Commons. What is it that you do?" Polly was the next to speak up. (Y/N) paused a moment before responding. She knew that Tommy had already explained her job position to the group before she'd come out, but she guessed that the prominent woman wanted to hear about it from (Y/N) herself.

So she took a deep breath and began explaining what it was that she did within the building, as well as what her role in the entire scope of Parliament actually was. She felt herself relaxing as she spoke, and she was happy to see that the woman looked pleased with the response she was given.

From there, more simpler questions started getting asked, and she even got to the point where she felt comfortable enough to begin asking some of his family members questions of her own.

By the end of the 'meeting', she was drinking along with the family and agreeing to arrange a time where she'd be able to come over to the company headquarters and help organize all of the logs and files that, according to Ada, were just haphazardly strewn about the storage room.

She left the Garrison with Tommy that night, feeling both happy and proud of herself for agreeing to meet his family and managing to hold her own amongst them. Tommy was happy also that his family had met, and seemingly approved of, his new partner. It was still early in their relationship, of course, but as he sat next to her at the table, he was able to see her sitting by his side at family meetings for many years to come.

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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Hi! I was inspired by the game I saw @zablife create a few weeks ago (I can’t find the link for it, sorry!) where you send people a GIF for them to use as creative inspiration for either a blurb, headcannon, moodboard or one shot or fic whenever they choose!

This can sit in your inbox for months and months if you wish, the idea of this is just to be there for when you feel as though you need some inspiration for something creative and just want to have a bit of fun or get the brain into a creative place! Please don’t feel any pressure to use this I just thought it might be quite a nice thing to use when you’re in the mood to write but aren’t sure what!

I hope you enjoy this and have fun with it! X

Aimee!!! Thank you so so much for sending in this beautiful gif!!!! Those eyes and that smirk, made me think of this little story 🥰♥️✨

Boys will be boys

Tommy Shelby x reader blurb

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The day had been shit, Arthur wouldn’t stop getting snow and whores, John had been all over the place, and Polly and Ada did whatever the hell they pleased, taking the betting shop secretaries to a pub to prove they can have a drink as well.

But as he heard a familiar voice outside his office, and judging by the moody sound of it, his day was only starting.

Standing up from his chair, Tommy walked around his desk to pour himself a drink. The liquid burning his throat.

But nothing could compare to his wife’s mood.

“Don’t tell me to calm down Finn, if you repeat that word in my son’s presence I will wash your mouth with soap.” He heard Y/N say right before storming into his office. “I have enough with your brother swearing ten words and using one properly in a sentence.”

“I didn’t know he was hiding under the desk, sorry Y/N.” Finn looked at Tommy in an attempt to ask for forgiveness, Y/N had been like a mother to him, her sons were more like little brothers than cousins to him.

Moving his hand, he quietly asked his brother to leave. “It’s alright Finn.”

“Tommy, is not alright!”

“Care to elaborate for me, love?” He asked patiently.

Y/N didn’t usually stormed like that in his office in the middle of the day unless it was something important.

Urgent.

“Well, yes… you should be the one explaining to TJ’s teacher where did your son learn to say that he wants to blow snow from your cunt. Because he shouted it when his teacher asked him to do his school activity again.”

Tommy had to suppress a loud laugh as his wife took the glass of whiskey from his hand in a fluid motion, downing it in seconds, while he connected everything in his mind it must’ve been what Thomas Jr. heard uncle Finn say over the phone as he was hiding under his desk.

“Don’t laugh Thomas! Is not funny!” She was furiously serious.

Oh shit, she saw him.

Whenever she called him Thomas, he was in trouble.

For such a petite woman, she seemed to be taller when she got angry.

“Am I laughing?” He asked with his hands in front of him in an attempt of self defense.

Her little finger pointed at him. “I know that smirk.”

It was barely unnoticeable, but it was there, his eyes sparkled exposing him.

Trying to hide it from her -because she knew him too damn well-, Tommy walked around his desk, to take a seat.

“If you don’t control him, he’s going to do whatever he wants.”

“Are you still talking about TJ or Finn?”

“Both!” She exploded.

“Love… I’m sorry to break your heart, but you can’t expect TJ to be just like Charlie, TJ is a rebel by heart.”

“Why do you bring up Charlie? We’re talking about TJ.”

“‘Cause he’s your favorite.” Tommy shoot lighting the cigarette between his lips, blowing the smoke away.

She loved all her five boys equally.

“That’s non sense!”

“You punished James and TJ last week.”

“Because they told Frances she could find a husband if she wore one of my lipsticks!”

TJ and James were only eleven months apart, so they were practically like twins, Charlie on the other hand, being the oldest, he was always trying to please his father, he was constantly trying to be a role model for his brothers.

“And what about Benjamin?”

Y/N stole the remain of her husband’s cigarette, which gave him the opportunity to grab her by the waist to make her seat on his lap.

“When I asked him to finish his food he got up on the table and shouted he was a fucking Shelby, he didn’t need me to tell him to eat.”

“Well… he’s right.” Tommy admitted making a face. “Hey!” He complained when Y/N smacked him on the chest. “Boys will be boys.”

“I don’t know what bad habits Alec will learn from you and them.” He was only six months old, but she could already see him running behind his four older brothers, breaking the Christmas tree and a few dining room chairs as they chased after each other, just like TJ, James and Benjamin did two weeks ago.

But Tommy being Tommy, got a replacement right away, anything for his boys, his little gang.

“You still want to try for the girl then?” He joked, but Y/N’s head snapped to look at him, his hands already sneaking under her skirt.

“Don’t even joke about it, you only make boys and I already have five of them, six as you’re another child, my hands are full.”

Even though she said no, the pulse on her neck as he kissed her there, told him another thing.

Now there was no way he could hide the little smirk he had on his lips as his wife turned to look at him.

“Well… you see it’s funny, because after having tea with Pol this morning, she read the leaves in your cup, and she says you’re pregnant.”

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Fun fact: my brothers broke the Christmas tree one year when they were kids, there you go, inspiration comes from reality 😂

Special thanks for the children sassy comments inspiration to @runnning-outof-time & @notyour-valentine ♥️✨

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madame-wilsonn · 1 year

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I hope you enjoy this and have fun with it! X

This actually sound so fun so thank you so much for sending me this, darling!! This is a short blurb and I wrote it quickly but I hope you like it! 💗

Tommy observed you from afar, giggling at something some dickhead whispered in your ear. Of course, you were allowed to laugh with anybody. You were allowed to spend your entire evening ignoring him. You were allowed to look so scandalously gorgeous among all these other girls. You were allowed all that.

Theoretically.

Because even though Tommy knew he had absolutely no ownership over you— you weren’t an object, after all— he couldn’t help but hate not being the center of your attention.

He could only blame himself for that. He was the one who invited May to visit the stables and have a drink at the Garrison, knowing you could be there. He was the one who kept acting so nonchalantly careless of you.

But he was also the one who, despite his little distractions, craved you only.

“Just go talk to her, Tom,” Polly whispered to him after spending the last few minutes next to him, completely unnoticed. Her nephew had the incredible ability to turn blind as soon as you entered a room. He wouldn’t see a flying monkey and dancing horses if you were there.

“Why would I do that? She’s having fun, isn’t she?” he mumbled bitterly, taking an angry sip of his whiskey.

Polly only smiled and snatched the glass from his hands.

“Stop acting like a child and go talk to her.” Facing his aunt’s firm and unwavering voice, he rolled his eyes but still got up. “She’s just doing this to get back at you.”

Tommy was about to leave the booth when Polly exclaimed. “But the next time I hear you fucking around with some other posh girl, I’ll cut your balls off,” she pointed a finger at him in a threatening way, giving him the same look she did when John left his gun lying around the house.

“And another one for the pretty lady,” screamed the scumbag as he pointed to your figure. Tommy’s blood boiled in his veins and it took every bit of self-control to not punch the man across the fucking face

“Leave her alone,” he appeared in front of the both of you. His tone was stern, he didn’t even have to scream. The threat was clear, the man only had to move if he wanted to keep his sight.

The scumbag was about to retaliate, tell Tommy to fuck off while he flirted with the pretty lady at the bar. That was until he noticed it wasn’t some common drunk man from the pub. No, it was Mr. Shelby.

The man was out of your sight within the next minute and you sat there, a smirk on your painted lips. “Good job, Tommy. You scared the only guy who actually had some interest in me.”

The venom in your voice was directed at him. Tommy was well aware of that. But instead of replying with an equally cutting line, he grabbed your arms and walked you outside.

Cold bit your naked arms, your entire body shivering in the freezing night. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you spit at him but Tommy put his jacket over your shoulder, ignoring your question.

“Why were you flirting with that man?”

You scoffed. “Why do you care?”

“Don’t play this game with me, Y/N,” he warned. It wasn’t supposed to scare you. Tommy knew you enough to be sure you wouldn’t be scared. But it was nonetheless a warning. A warning to not push him too far before he admitted things he wasn’t supposed to.

“No, tell me! Why do you care? You spend your days with other women, can’t I have a little fun as well?” your tone was cutting, unforgiving. And rightfully so.

Tommy realized how angry you were at the moment. There was nothing for him to do, not when you were in this state. And either way, Tommy had never been much of a man for long speeches and declarations.

He crashed his lips onto yours, passionately. The low weather was soon forgotten as his hands seemed to ignite a fire of their own, settled on your waist. You froze for a moment before your lips moved in rhythm with his. The sickly sweet taste of whiskey mixed with tobacco and champagne made you dizzy, your fingers finding refuge in his hair.

When he pulled back, cheeks flushed and dark eyes staring down at you, you chuckled. “Took you long enough.”

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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If you see reader and tommy getting married in tbitw would you maybe write a headcannon or a one shot (your choice) for them please

🍷Join me for a Drink 🍷 - TBITW: Marriage

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This was written as part of my Series The Boy in the Window and contains spoilers

There wouldn’t be a grand proposal. Back in France, they had already made the decision to spend their lives together (or at least try), however the topic of marriage would be another they would dance around

(Y/N) would not be the one to bring it up, and Tommy would be too uncertain to do so, at least not without a lot of thought and prepared talking points (he may or may not even have written some notes). Instead, they would have an honest conversation and come to the realisation that it would not only be something that would be for the best of everyone but also something that would make them happy

Even though there wasn't a classic proposal, Tommy decides to give her an engagement anyways. He has to fight the instinct to get the biggest flashiest largest diamond ring he can find, but once he stands in that London jewellery store, he realises that anyone could buy a ring like that and so he takes a ‘business trip’ for a few days.

He goes all the way to France, to that very same fishing village and searches for the vendor they had visited where he not only bought to sets of pearls (a pair of earrings, a bracelet and a necklace each) but also the best single pearl he can find with the smallest of imperfections (but there is one because it is real). Once back in London, he can’t resist setting it in tiny diamonds, creating a star shaped halo around it. These are the highest quality and cost more than most other larger diamonds, but he never tells (Y/N) that

They would tell the children together, but it would leave them a bit confused, since nothing would really change in their day to day life. But they would quickly realise that there would be a party, which excites them.

The wedding itself would be a quiet affair. (Y/N) is not a performative person and doesn’t really like attention and while Tommy likes showing off, he would agree

Tommy doesn’t care about religion but it is something that is important to (Y/N) so they have another church wedding. I see them getting married in a very small ceremony in a little chapel not too far from Birmingham, as Tommy is a family man and would definitely want his Ada, Polly and Arthur around. So it would be a smaller wedding with only the Shelbys inner circle and their close friends there (not more than 30 people)

I do see them wanting to avoid a lot of fuss, mostly coming from (Y/N) so they might spring a surprise wedding on the family on Christmas Eve since they are all already there

They are certainly wearing matching dresses/suits. It is the main reason why (Y/N) does go for a wedding dress even if it is more cream than white and she skips the veil. Emma and Charlie pick the bouquet. Her something borrowed is a bracelet from Polly and her something blue is the names of Tommy and the children stitched into the inside of the dress with blue thread.

They are active participants in the wedding and even though Arthur was supposed to stop them, they climb into the cart after the ceremony

Charlie and Emma are both very proud that they got to drive their parents back, and even though (Y/N) is more than a bit anxious, Tommy has taught them well.

There is a lot of good food and dancing of course, and not just Tommy and (Y/N) - the children refused to be sidelined so there is at least one moment where Tommy has to follow Emma's lead in her made up dance (it involves a lot of spinning for both of them), while Charlie is super keen on imitating his father while dancing with (Y/N).

Their honeymoon is comparatively short, just three or four days where it is just the two of them. After five days at most, the children join them and they have a family holiday instead

Bonus fact:

Both keep their old wedding rings and place them in envelopes with letters to their children which they will receive when they are old enough. Both agree that their new marriage doesn’t erase or diminish the old one and they keep including Grace and Emma’s father in the children’s lives.

I want to thank you for participating in my celebration, @just-a-harmless-patato and I hope you like this little headcanon.

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moral-terpitude · 2 years

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Truly Updated Master List - as of March 3, 2024

At the moment, I am updating The Dead Rabbit and Fourth Time's The Charm when I get to them. I am posting other pieces in between as I find time. Feel free to peruse all my writings below!

My requests are open.

Here is a link to click if you would like to be added to my taglist.

I got curious in the midst of some housekeeping, and as of Nov 9 there are 84,720 words contained in all my writings below, so please, enjoy!

If your here devouring my master list, please know I appreciate you! Also, please consider giving my page a follow!

With that being said, I don’t agree to any of my works being reposted or copied without my permission.

I made a playlist in case you want to see what goes on inside my brain.

Modern Tommy Shelby

Misadventures (Masterlist) - Updated March 3, 2024

All We Have Is Now

Catwalk

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed

Quiet Sunday Manic Monday Part Three Part Four

Part Five

Composition - 1058 Words • Repetition - 1626 Words

One Shots

Chiaroscuro - Tommy Shelby x Reader - Smut - 3,346 Words

Hell Above - 1,314 Words

Completed Works

The Woman in the Window - Tommy Shelby x OC - Smut

Part One - 2.613 Words

Part Two - 2,525 Words

Part Three - 1,727 Words

His Favorite - Tommy Shelby x OC - Smut

Part One - 1,139 Words

Part Two - 1,765 Words

Lost Letters

Part I - 1,577 Words

Part II - 3,315 Words

Hello, Operator

Part 1 - 1,569 Words

Part 2 - 2,334 Words

Tommy Shelby x male!reader

The Farrier’s Son

Part 1 - 1,354 Words

Part 2 - 1,466 Words

Piccadilly Circus - 517 Words

Long Series

The Dead Rabbit - 28,602 Words (Modern AU/ Reincarnation)

Fourth Time’s The Charm - 19,964 words

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Headcannon (Naming their children)

On A Gathering Storm (in progress?) - 2,262 Words

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

SFW One Shots

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie - 611 Words - Tommy Shelby is the devil, but has he always been?

Driving Lessons - 1158 Words -Tommy teaches Ruby to drive, with an unexpected conversation.

After All - 335 Words - Polly helps her 18-year-old nephew solve a problem.

January - 310 Words - Tommy and Charlie have a plan.

Pinky Swears - 582 Words - Tommy makes a promise to Ada while home on leave.

Battue - 501 Words - Boxing Day shenanigans.

Royal Ascot - 258 Words -Ruby has no interest in being a debutante.

November - Tommy's wife is sought out by long forgotten family- 1,187 Words

200 Follower Celebration Requests

Sleep Talking - 283 Words

Christmas Eve - 206 Words

Nightmares (x male!reader) - 197 Words

Tired Eyes (x Alfie Solomons) - 206 Words

Heart of a Dog (x Arthur Shelby) - 349 Words

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wutheringhearts2275 · 5 months

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Requests and asks info

All my writings will be fandom based. I will be taking requests as I receive them and can think of something to go along with said request. My writings will be x reader unless otherwise specified.

When writing requests please specify your chosen character, readers gender, readers relation to character (platonic will be assumed if not specified) and your story request (if not in enough detail I will fill in the gaps)

I will also do headcannons and headcannon requests. For these please specify the fandom and your chosen headcannon you want

All characters are assumed pansexual unless otherwise specified.

Fandoms i’ll write for:

CoD

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

John Price

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Kate Lanswell (WLW ONLY)

Alex Keller

Farah Karim (PLATONIC ONLY)

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Valeria Garza

Marvel

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Steve Rodgers

Sam Wilson

Tony Stark

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Carol Danvers

Marauders

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Narcissa Malfoy (formerly Black)

Belatrix Lestrange (formerly Black)

Lilly Potter (formerly Evans)

Peaky blinders

Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Michael Grey

Ada Thorne (formerly Shelby)

Isiah Jesus

Polly Grey

Greys Anatomy

Christina Yang

Merideth Grey

Alex Karev

Marc Sloan

Jackson Avery

Nathan Riggs

Derek Shepard

Addison Montgomery

Stranger Things

Robin Buckley (WLW ONLY)

Steve Harrington

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Fast & Furious

Letty Ortiz

Han Lu

Brian O’Connor

9-1-1/Lone Star

Evan ‘buck’ buckley

Eddie Diaz

Howard ‘chimney’ han

Athena Grant

TK Strand (MLM ONLY)

Carlos Reyes (MLM ONLY)

Please note that this list will be added to as time goes on and if you have someone else from a listed fandom you wish to request please do so and i’ll consider it.

What i’ll write

Fluff

Angst

Heavy angst

Violence & Gore

Romance

Polyships

Platonic pairings

What I outright refuse to write

(NO EXCEPTIONS)

Non-con (I may imply it but it will never actually be written)

Age gaps (Characters will always be close in age)

Explicit smut (I have nothing against it and I do read it but I am not comfortable writing it)

There is very little I won’t write for but I expect this list to grow as (if) I begin receiving requests and such.

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cheekypeakyblinder · 1 year

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The Peaky brothers and children are making my ovaries explode

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zablife · 2 years

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So I love your writing and I was wondering if I could make a small request. I'm having a really tense and anxious week and I'm all emotional about it so I was wondering if you could do a headcannon (The shelby clan male and female, Luca, Alfie and Jack) for how they would comfort their s/o (do they draw them a bath, read them a book, snuggle etc).

Hi darl, I'm so sorry to hear you're having a difficult time this week. I'm sending you loads of positive energy and hoping things improve for you very soon! In the meantime, I will give you my headcanons on how the peaky blinders help comfort you.

Tommy-His answer is fresh air so a walk by the canal or a ride either side by side or in front of him on his horse. He would let you talk or amble along in silence depending on what you needed most.

Arthur-He would suggest sport to take your mind off your troubles and get your blood pumping. Not boxing, don't worry! He would choose something you were good at and probably let you win.

John-He'd be the most likely to pamper you by drawing a bath or giving you a massage. He might try to initiate sex, but only if it's what you wanted. If you said yes tho, he'd be all about your pleasure.

Finn-He's good at lightening your mood with silly stories and jokes. He will do anything to see you smile and hear your laughter.

Polly-She would bake you something delicious. She knows all your favorite comfort foods and wouldn't hesitate to run out for the ingredients to make it for you.

Ada-She'll read to you by the fire knowing how much you love the sound of her soothing voice. You snuggle together beneath a blanket with a hot cup of tea and when you're done you can rest your head in her lap.

Luca-He likes to take you out for a drive, knowing you enjoy the rocking motion of the car when it's hard for you to sleep. He'll place a hand on your knee as he drives and encourage you to lean into his shoulder so you feel close to him.

Alfie-Alfie isn't the best with advice so he relies on Cyril to help out in these situations. He'll suggest you take the dog to the park knowing the exercise and air will help you as well. It doesn't hurt that you see other pups there which brightens your mood.

Jack-His solution is a night out on the town to remind you of all that is good in life. He'll take you to listen to a band and keep you on the dance floor most of the night. It's hard not to grin when he's twirling and dipping you.

#zablife ask box #Peaky Blinders headcanons

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adashelbysgirlfriend · 4 years

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Polly’s Daughter - Headcannon

request ; Hey! Would you consider making headcanons for being Polly's lost daughter and how she would react to the daughter just appearing one day telling her that they just told Polly that she's dead to keep her away? And how Polly would react and treat her afterwards + how the rest of the family would? 💜

i think this is a genius idea tbh; mainly because i refuse to believe in a world where Anna Gray isn't alive. I just need Polly to be happy? i don't think thats asking too much. So yer, thank you for this - you've fuelled my domestic fantasy where Polly has a full family and is never sad again. This one also hits hard for me because my mum was adopted as a baby, and I've always grown up wondering who my biological grandma is - so however you are and wherever you are granny i hope youre rocking on and having a good old time!

i kinda wrote this from like the readers point of view? i don't know why i just liked the flow better that way. Anyway, i hope you like it! and NEVER hesitate to send in a Polly related request because i ADORE the woman. Iconic.

i feel like she’d grow up dreaming of a your mum coming to find you

because you were a few years older than

but with every birthday and Christmas without so much as a card, it would kinda harden you into hating Polly for leaving you like that

being moved to Australia and completely giving up on her ever trying to find you

trying really hard to not repeat your mothers mistakes

being as responsible as possible

finally ending up with a family that keeps you around long enough for you to build up some sort of trust system and being a second mum to their other kids

you'd found out your mother was looking for you and freaked the fuck out

shock turned into anger

the woman who left you, didn't love you like any decent mother would, now wanted to meet you on her terms

absolutely not

no way

especially when you heard that the Tommy Shelby of Small Heath was the one putting feelers out for you

but being brought up in the care system (or lack there of it) had made your mind somewhat deviant and street smart

you also knew quite a few undesirable members of society, some of which had a level of power

it wasn't hard for them to formulate a fake paper trail

and just like that, Anna Gray was officially dead

you stayed in Australia but never felt settled again after that

as you got older, became an adult, the earlier anger turned into hurt

why had she left you?

why did she want you back?

i feel like these emotions would brew for a while but it would take a personal event to make you finally snap and want to go find Polly

you’ve always been careful with sleeping with men and not becoming a mum yourself so young but like you end up a month late for your period and are convinced you’re pregnant

queue storm of Angst

never feeling so close to understanding your mums decision as this

you go to the doctors and you aren't, but it sticks with you

or maybe its just when you have to leave your new family and move out alone, you realise how hard it is to be by yourself in the big city and also how much you need family

you go to Birmingham a month later

youre SHIT scared

and not just because youre well aware of the status your mothers family has

massive fear of rejection

youre well aware of the time thats passed in-between her looking for you and you actually showing up

what if she doesn't want to see you anymore?

what if she does but youre just not what she expected and she doesn't want to know you?

standing on her doorstep for like a good half hour before knocking

which alerts the boys that something fishy is going on

her coming to the door and you just standing there like a lemon with no clue what to say even though you've been literally planning this moment for as long as you can remember

finally getting the words out and making Polly the speechless one

she definitely doesn't fully believe you

she wants too, with her whole heart, but she doesn't think its possible for you to be alive so she thinks its some sick joke by one of their enemies

she definitely slaps you

you slap her back obviously

she's crying and shouting and you’re crying and shouting

everyones confused

Tommy and John coming out to break up whatever going on

“who Tommy?! who would send some whore and have them to pretend to be my Anna?”

“Oh IM the whore? who left who? i can't believe i even bothered coming all this way, all you've ever been is a disappointment, i wish i was dead so i never had to meet you “

Tommy and John feeling like they are watching Polly fight with Polly

“Pol, its her”

“How! How can i be her Tom?!”

“Just look at her Pol”

“Holy shit Pol, its definitely her” - John ever so eloquently adding in his two cent

ending up inside with Polly

the lads being nervous to leave you two together just incase you fight again but her sending them away

as soon as you start talking instead of shouting, she can take a proper look at you

and bOY do you look like her

it makes her feel warm and violently sick all in one

she probably actually has to excuse herself to vomit

she just needs to hold you

its a bit uncomfortable and awkward at first but then it all hits you at once and you can't stop yourself from sobbing

she's sobbing too

fuck me man everyones sobbing tbh

just sitting like that for hours, until you have no more tears to cry

“well lass, you’re far too skinny”

feeding you

drawing you a bath

putting the fire on for you

making sure she sets up a bed for you so you’re comfortable and i don't mean calling the maid in to do it, she wants to do it by hand so she knows its perfect

it taking a long time for you to trust her fully

but Polly literally doing everything she can to show you she will always regret losing you that day

finding out it wasn't her fault

“I didn't want to lose you, you or Michael, they took you away but i never ever stopped loving you. I thought about you every morning when i woke up and every night before i went to sleep, even after i thought you were gone’

meeting the boys properly

Tommy is cautious of you at first, not wanting to see Polly hurt but he grows to trust you and love you in his own nonchalant way

John and you being a comedy double act, you get his respect from day one for straight up fighting Polly fucking Gray in the street, and everyone else enjoys seeing him be torn apart by your humour

Arthur sees you as his little sister, would protect you with him whole life

Michael doesn't really remember you that well, but you grow to become siblings again

Ada has you over for sleepovers at least once a week, and youre even trusted to look after little Karl for her, she loves you and is the big sister you never thought you needed, but she also respects you for what you've been through and is always checking in and making sure youre okay and reminding you that youre part of a family now

Finn is probably the first ti accept you because its Finn guys, what an angel we STAN

it definitely takes a while, but youre glad of the day you stepped foot on Polly doorstep

and none of them can imagine life without you now.

#polly gray imagine #polly gray x reader #polly shelby x reader #polly shelby imagine #polly gray #polly gray headcannon #being pollys daughter headcannon #polly shelby #polly shelby headcannon #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder headcanon #anna gray #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #ada shelby #finn shelby #tommy shelby imagine

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runnning-outof-time · 11 months

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K’s Reading List - MAY

Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.

May was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!

As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!

🌸 - denotes a story written for my 3K follower celebration — check it out here!

@teenwolf-theoriginals

and her name is… - Tommy Shelby x Reader

1924 - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains slight 🔞 NSFW themes!

always been us - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@sneakyblinders

late nights with the shelbys - Tommy Shelby x OC

the root - Tommy Shelby x OC — 🌸

superstitions - Modern!Tommy Shelby x OC

@gypsy-girl-08

Dangerously In Love - Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — some chapters contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

Blind Date - Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader — some chapters contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

@midnightswithdearkatytspb

I’ll See You Again - Tommy Shelby x OC — 🌸

@evita-shelby

Only Joys Will Come - Tommy Shelby x Reader (part of a mini series) — 🌸

@there-goes-thefighter

Not Everything Lost Can Be Found - Tommy Shelby x Reader, Alfie Solomons x Reader — 🌸

Close One - John Shelby x Reader

@little-diable

Clementine - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🌸 — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@shelby-fangirl00

An Unexpected Client - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Empty Spaces - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@peakyltd

Stranded with John Shelby - John Shelby blurb

Injuries - Arthur Shelby x Reader blurb

Peonies - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🌸

@raincoffeeandfandoms

Far across the distance - Alfie Solomons x Reader — Titanic!AU (completed)

Wildflowers - Alfie Solomons x Reader — 🌸

The Power of Words - Alfie Solomons x Reader headcannons

@shelbyssins

White Tulip - Arthur Shelby x Reader — 🌸

@mythos-writes

Chelsea’s Gardener - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🌸

@peakyblindersforlife

Come Inside Love - Tommy Shelby x OC — 🌸

Dance With Me - Tommy Shelby x OC

@scorpiussage

Airdrop Nudes - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@cillmequick

Wildflower Girl - Tommy Shelby x wife — 🌸

This Unlikely Heaven - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Shelby Company Ladies - The Peaky Women with a hint of Tommy x Reader

Homemade Dynamite - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@acewritesfics

In the Past - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Meeting the Parents - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

Good Morning Kiss - Jay Halstead x Reader blurb

@writeroutoftime

what i hate about you - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@notyour-valentine

Irene’s Delights - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🌸

@zablife

Lily - Tommy Shelby x OC — 🌸

The End of the Affair - Luca Changretta x Reader

Afternoon Tea - John Shelby x Reader blurb

Co-workers - John Shelby x Reader blurb

@toms-cherry-trees

Smoke - Polly Gray x Daughter!Reader

Withered - Arthur Shelby x Reader — 🌸

@call-sign-shark

From Blood We’ll Grow - Arthur Shelby x OC — 🌸

@peakyscillian

Sweetest of the Sunflowers - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — 🌸

@moral-terpitude

fille de joie - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

@noforkingclue

You Can’t Change Fate - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🌸

@anonymooseforever007

Ring Around the Roses - Alfie Solomons x Reader — 🌸

@captain-fantasy

Unveiled Hearts - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@jomarch-wannabe

Night Terrors - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

#k’s fic recs #k’s reading list #k’s recs #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x oc

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anonymooseforever007 · 2 years

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Questions for the Grave

(1348 Word Count)

Here is Part 1 for this Imagine.

Peaky Blinders Imagine:

Is it possible to forget what you don’t even know? Finn Shelby asks himself that question a lot.

TW: mentions of death/ su*c*de (again not out right stated but implied/referenced) emotional angst/doubt.

Note: There are also mentions of religious themes and negative outlooks towards the Romani people in the beginning, but neither is the main focus of the story if that’s a concern.

I hope y’all enjoy!❤️

Series Masterlist Main Masterlist

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Finn Shelby’s mother wasn’t the least religious catholic woman, nor was she the most. She did often go to church with her sister-in-law Polly (and whichever child was dragged into coming that day) and she knew the prayers recited by heart. She could sing the hymns and tell the parables. Often the other women of the church were jealous of her angelic voice. And she use to have a bible, small and worn, but very well cared for. And it was always stuffed with little scraps and papers though no one ever knew what they were as no one ever asked. But she carried it all the same as if the pages within held the closest treasures to her heart. Finn’s mother made sure a blessing was said before every meal and Easter Mass was never missed. So in a way, yes, she was described as a good catholic woman by many who knew her.

At the same time her Romani roots sat deep in her heart, anchored down strong and shown out brightly. If you walked past the Shelby house you would often hear the humming of old Romani tunes passed down between generations as she worked through the house or calmed one of her many children. And it was doubtful even Curly himself had such a charm over horses as she did, with her alluring ability to tame such animal she crossed with a few hushed whispers and gentle pats. And it was well know throughout the neighborhood children that the “nice lady” in 6 Watery Lane would “bless” their upcoming adventures with luck, in exchange for a picked flower or joke.

And then there were the so called “lesser appealing” qualities of her character that many (and often older) neighbours would rumour about, but never to her face as she was still a Shelby. Whispers of her ability to see the one’s future and twist it to her whims should they choose to cross her. Whispers of her ability to curse a man and cast a spell were shared just as much as those where she could speak to the dead and declare your deepest secrets with a run of her hand over yours. Whether the rumours were true or not, it‘s now to late to know.

No, Finn Shelby‘s mother was not the least catholic religious woman, nor was she the most. But she was who she was and she didn’t care who anyone else wanted her to be. She was her and that’s who she wanted to be. Which is a lot more than most people can say.

At least that‘s what Finn’s Aunt Polly had told him a time long ago. He didn’t know. He never knew much about her. Finn often doubted he ever would, as he learned long ago that of the many topics were unspoken of and forbidden, questions about the lost were number one. Finn came from a family that would often rather push aside their trials and losses, would rather pretend they never existed than celebrate the joy they brought, and when questioned about the loss would rather give vague answers and a quick “now go off” than sit down and share the innocent information that did no harm. Even questions like a favourite color or book were often answered with a tired sigh, a distant look of sadness, a possible answer that may just have well been said to end the discussion, and the occasional dreaded, “But why does that matter?” which often led to a mumbled response of, “Thanks” and a pair of averted eyes, reddened cheeks and scurrying feet heading off in the opposite direction.

But worse than the inquiries of importance were the curious looks of shock almost that would appear on his siblings faces when he asked a question about their late mother. He often saw that look and thought they were some how judging him for forgetting something he never had the chance to learn. As many jokes that were made about Finn being the baby of the family, they sometimes forgot about age gap and his youth, and thus how he truly wasn’t able to remember the woman they all effortlessly held close to their hearts. Because they remembered their time with her and they never felt the need to ask questions about, what for them, was common knowledge. They often forgot that he couldn’t remember. And in the Shelby family, as forbidden as it was to remember the lost, how much greater it was a curse to forget them. To forget what/who was most important even if they were not to be spoken of.

So no, Finn Shelby did not know much of his mother and if you asked him to tell you what he knew as true, he would say three things:

She was a good woman.

She loved me.

She’s dead.

And even then, he would often find himself questioning the verity of the first two. The two statements almost always repeated in saddened voices with no explanation to why. Finn knew people said his mother was good and she loved him, but how could he truly believe that when no one ever told him how they knew. Why shouldn’t he doubt them when no one will give him evidence of truth aside from their word. How could anyone believe such statements were true about someone who they barely know enough to believe that person was a real human and not a fictional character in a fading story. Did his siblings even realise how hard it was at times to miss someone he felt like he never met. Finn sometimes found himself wondering why should he believe those things especially when her story ended the way it did. The way being even more of a forbidden topic than the woman herself.

So as he grew up Finn stopped asking questions about his mother. He accepted what he was told and shoved away his curiosity for fear of what might come from asking the wrong things. He would nod his head when someone told him she loved him and punch any who dishonoured her memory. He would ask his older sibling to take him to her grave so he could say hello (and sometimes relearn her birthday though he would NEVER tell his siblings that) He would stare at her face on the fading pictures on the wall. Sometimes it was the few picture of their whole family taken before his birth, but more often than not it was the four photos of higher quality, that while all very different pictured the same thing. A one year old baby in the same gown on the same smiling mother’s lap holding her newest child close. And if Finn were to turn to the back of the photo he would see the date and name of the child along with a note from their mother detailing something special she loved most about the baby. And each note would be concluded with the same phrase, “Mama loves you” in the same faded writing by a gentle hand. But it wasn’t often that Finn would turn the photos over because even at almost 20 years old he couldn’t read the notes on back. Nor did he ever ask what they said because he felt that his sibling would find it too personal and it would be wrong to intrude on something so special.

Not that he felt he would know why it was special, because there were only four similar photos on the wall and not five. Because Finn Shelby believed he came to late in his mothers story to even have a full chapter. But that didn’t stop the questions from rising in his head, or the care for what little memory he had of her to grow. It didn’t stop him from loving her even if he sometimes doubted the reciprocal. Because despite what his siblings believed, Finn never forgot anything that was told to him about his mother. How could he forget when there was so little he was allowed to remember.

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✨✨a/n : Hello y’all! I hope y’all liked it. The beginning was to help me tie into to the next part (easier seen in the next part) and get a bit deeper in the Shelby Mom’s character. I really don’t know much about her as she’s not mentioned often but I can kinda picture her a bit like Polly where she is a Romani born Catholic and has a strong mix of both roots. I tried my best to kind tie those in with what I know, however I am neither Romani or Catholic. Nor am I completely sure of what the ideals for each group were in the 1920′s, so if anything is wildly wrong feel free to let me know. But I do like how the rest of the imagine turned out and I hope y’all did to!❤️ I enjoyed writing this part even if it’s not as fluffy as I planned. But I do want the next part to have a somewhat better ending.❤️ Bye!!!

@look-at-the-soul Hi! I think you said you wanted to be tagged in the next part of this! And here it is! This part doesn’t focus on the pictures as much like last time but the next part will!❤️

#Peaky Blinders #Finn Shelby #Shelby Mother #Tommy Shelby #Ada Shelby #John Shelby #Arthur Shelby #Polly Gray #Finn Shelby Imagine #Finn Shelby Headcannon #Peaky Blinders Imagine #Peaky Blinders Headcannon

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merakiaes · 4 years

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First Impressions - Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: This might actually be the shittiest shit I’ve ever written. I’m posting it for now but I’m going to come back and re-write it once the other requests are done. Sorry if this sucks xD A short, hopefully better part three coming tomorrow.

Wordcount: 4360

Summary: Tommy invites you to meet the rest of the Shelbys and things get a bit out of hand, as they always do in the life of a Peaky Blinder.

Part One - Nice To Meet You

Part Three - Salvation

The day Ada had been trying to avoid since you first met Tommy had finally come.

After hanging around your shared home far more often than he usually would for two weeks straight, he had finally invited you to join their family for drinks at the Garrison.

You had gotten incredibly close with the Peaky Blinder leader since you met him two weeks prior, much to Ada’s dismay and everyone back in Small Heath was surprised to see how quickly he had taken a liking to you. He hadn’t even reacted that strongly when first meeting Grace and they hadn’t thought it would ever be possible for him to love anyone else that way again.

You were currently standing in front of the mirror of yours and Ada’s shared bathroom, putting in a pair of gold earrings and smearing a coat of bright red lipstick onto your lips while Ada and Tommy waited downstairs.

Karl had been dropped off at the babysitter’s house an hour before so that you and Ada would have enough time to get ready, and it was safe to say you were not going to be needing many drinks at the pub as you were both already slightly buzzed with the wine you had consumed.

Tommy had arrived only ten minutes ago, and you had yet to see him for the evening, but Ada had already started nagging his ears off downstairs, without a doubt about how to treat you, and the thought brought a slight chuckle from your lips.

You checked your reflection a final time, brushing your curled hair out of your eyes and straightening your red dress before finally retreating out of the bathroom and heading out into the hallway.

Already at the top of the stairs you could catch up snippets of their conversation, and even though you didn’t like eavesdropping, it was pretty much impossible to shut their voices out now that you were so close.

“She’s been good to us and I love her like my own sister.” You heart Ada say at the bottom of the stairs, her voice still slightly muffled. “If you ruin that I’ll kill you myself.”

Tommy’s voice followed shortly after, low and confident. “I would never do anything to hurt her.”

Merely his voice managed to bring butterflies to your stomach. You were ashamed to say that you, a grown-up woman, had fallen for him in such a short amount of time. Hopelessly so.

“That’s what you always say.” Came Ada’s response, but they didn’t get to continue their conversation as Tommy finally caught sight of you coming down the stairs over Ada’s shoulder, a smile instantly rising to his lips.

The sweet sight caused your own lips to pull into one as well, and Ada to turn around, clearly hurrying to put on a strained smile to cover up the fact that she was undoubtedly not happy about the idea of you meeting her family.

The very same family she had been trying to distance herself from ever since before Freddie had passed away.

You made it down the final step and your hand left the railing, and Tommy, who had already been holding your coat in his hands, wasted no time in coming over to you, opening the piece of clothing and helping you put your arms into the sleeves.

“Thank you.” You thanked him, smiling.

Once your arms were secured in the sleeves, he carefully reached his hands up to your neck and pulled your hair out, dropping the curls to your back.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented, looking down into your eyes, and for a moment, you almost forgot that Ada was there too, standing to the side watching the scene unfold before her with crossed arms, lips pulled into a straight line and foot stomping on the floor impatiently.

But you were quickly pulled out of your trance-like state when she let out a loud clear of her throat. “Are you ready to go?”

You and Tommy turned your attention to her, taking a step away from each other. You nodded, smiling, and wasted no time in walking forward, hooking your arm with hers and pulling her out through the door.

The second you had gotten away from Tommy, her mood was lightened again, and the two of you skipped down to the car awaiting you while Tommy locked up the apartment, a cigarette now hanging from between his lips.

He kept quiet pretty much the entire ride from London to Small Heath, only speaking when you sparked up a conversation with him.

Other than that, most of the ride was just you and Ada chatting and having fun, like you always did when you were together.

You reached your destination in a little under three hours, and by the time you were there, the dark had fallen outside, the clock now being around ten.

Tommy left the car first once you had stopped, helping his little sister out before moving on to you.

You smiled widely as you took his outstretched hand, thanking him quietly through your eyes and letting him help you down from the car.

Your eyes immediately looked around.

It was sure to say Watery Lane was no London, but it did have its own charm to it.

You thought so at least. Ada didn’t seem to care much for being back home, but you guessed you couldn’t really blame her after everything that had gone down in the past few years.

Ada started walking ahead, and you got left behind her with Tommy walking by your side.

“Are you cold?” He asked quietly after a moment of silence, his hands tucked into the pockets of his pants.

You turned to look at him at the sound of his voice and shook your head, but smiled gratefully. “I’m alright, but thank you.” You answered, and he smiled, before turning his eyes back forward.

Only three minutes later, the Garrison entered your field of view, and already from down the street you could hear the sound of loud singing, yelling and glasses clinking together.

It all seemed a bit chaotic from what you could see through the window upon closer inspection, but you were still excited.

Ada entered first and her name was instantly called out by several voices. Once you reached the door, too, Tommy wordlessly opened it for you, letting you step into the warmth before stepping inside himself, closing the door behind him.

“There she is!” A voice you didn’t recognize called out the second you stepped inside, but once your eyes landed on the source of the voice you could instantly come to the conclusion that it belonged to Arthur.

Ada had shown you more than enough pictures of her family for you not to recognize them.

The smile that had previously been very bright on your lips turned into a more nervous one as the entire Shelby clan was now watching you approach with expectant smiles on their faces, all yelling out for both Ada, Tommy, and surprisingly, you, in their drunken states.

But then again, you guessed it wasn’t very surprising, at all. After all, they had known you would be coming along.

Before you had even had the chance to think about getting your jacket off, Tommy had already started pulling at it, and you let him, smiling and thanking him silently over your shoulder.

Upon reaching the table where his family sat, Ada had already found herself a spot and Polly was the first one who stood up to greet you.

Her arms wrapped around you in an embrace and you gladly accepted it.

“It’s nice to see you again.” She said, and you smiled, hugging her back.

“You too, Polly. It’s been a while now.”

She chuckled, pulling away and giving you a mildly amused look. “Someone has to keep these idiots alive.”

You laughed, and she sat back down, Finn and Isaiah being the next ones to stand up, both with wide smiles and wasting no time in hugging you. Isaiah first and Finn last.

“Nice to see you boys again.” You smiled, having to stand on your toes to reach them as they were both taller than you.

As you broke away from Finn, you raised an eyebrow. “Keeping out of trouble, I hope?” You asked, bringing a hand up to the arm you had patched up when he had been shot, teasing him.

“Of course.” He agreed, but the smug smirk on his face said the opposite.

Finn sat back down, but Isaiah remained standing, holding his arms out for the man to his right. “This is my father. Dad, this is (Y/N).”

The man wasted no time in standing up, reaching a hand out for you to shake. “I’m Jeremiah Jesus. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You took it in yours without a second thought, shaking it. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

He smiled and both him and Isaiah sat back down. Finally, after having hanged your coat on the back of an empty chair, Tommy pulled said chair out and offered you a seat.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, sinking down in it. He sat down in the chair beside you and held a hand out towards John and Arthur, introducing them despite knowing you already knew who was who.

“This is John, and Arthur.” He said, and John wasted no time in straightening up in his seat, reaching over the table to shake your hand.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said, a toothpick hanging from between his lips.

You shook his hand and nodded with a smile, and then moved on to Arthur as he did the same, reaching his hand over the table.

“Nice to finally meet ya, love. Tommy boy hasn’t shut up about you for weeks.” He joked, causing everyone around the table to snicker.

You blushed at his words, expecting Tommy to make some kind of protest, but he did no such thing, simply throwing his arm around the backrest of your chair and smiling as he filled himself a glass of whiskey.

“A pleasure to meet you.” You answered both John and Arthur, trying your best to hide the faint blush rising on your cheeks.

And you did an okay job. The room was very hot, which made it a pretty acceptable excuse that the heat in the room was the cause of the heat in your face.

Polly then put a hand on the shoulder of the boy sitting next to her, the only one who hadn’t been properly introduced yet. “And this is my son, Michael.”

Of course. You had heard enough about him to be able to recognize him from miles away.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.” You admitted, shaking his hand over the table like you had his cousins only seconds before, and he offered you a shy, boyish smile back, nodding his head.

“Likewise.”

“And you’ve met, Aberama.” Polly continued, waving a gloved hand towards the man in question.

You nodded. “Yes, I have. Nice to see you again, Aberama.”

“Likewise, miss (Y/L/N).” He answered, tipping his hat slightly but not attempting to shake your hand as you were too far away.

“How are your studies going, (Y/N)?” Finn asked then, being the first to spark up a conversation and very clearly proving the crush you had been told he had on you.

The thought made you snicker slightly.

“They’re going great. If everything goes as planned, I should have my degree by the end of next year.” You smiled proudly, and Aberama was the next to talk, congratulating you.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him.

“What are you studying?” John pitched in, taking a drag from the cigar between his lips.

“I’m studying to become a surgeon.” You said, and when these words left your lips, Arthur’s interest was instantly piqued.

“Is that so?” He asked, and you nodded. But before you had time to answer, Finn spoke again.

“She’s got tons of books. I looked through them and I couldn’t understand shit.” He laughed, bringing everyone else with him.

“That’s because you can’t read, Finny boy.” Arthur turned his attention to him, teasing him, and at this, the light snickering broke into full laughter.

You joined in on the laughter, but felt bad as the youngest of the Shelbys burned bright red and turned slightly sour. “Don’t worry.” You assured. “I didn’t learn how to read until I was fifteen. I’ll teach you.”

He smiled, nodding in thanks.

“I’ve been able to read since I was eight and I can’t understand her books, either.” Tommy suddenly joined in from beside you and reached out to rub Finn’s head., having been quiet up until that point. “Just a bunch of Latin.” He chuckled, leaning forward to put out his cigarette on the ashtray.

At the mention of this, Ada finally joined in on the conversation, happily declaring. “She’s actually been teaching me some.”

“Yeah?” Tommy questioned, raising an amused eyebrow. “Like what?”

Ada smiled a crooked smile, repeating the phrase you had taught her some weeks before. “Verita Nunquam Perit.”

“What the ‘ell does that mean?” Arthur exclaimed, his face pulled into a mixture of a glare and frown, clearly confused.

“The truth never perishes.” She answered, but he only waved it off, turning to you.

“How do you say I need another drink?”

You chuckled. “Alio opus est bibere.”

“Well, I’m not repeating that.” He grumbled, causing everyone around the table to laugh.

He turned his head to the bar, reaching his arms up in the air for extra emphasis and yelled. “Harry! Get us another bottle!”

After ‘Harry’ had signaled an okay to him, he turned back to you, threw back the rest of his current drink and said. “Nice to finally have some brains in the family.”

Tommy chuckled beside you as everyone else laughed and started chatting about everything and anything again, introductions now being out of the way, and you smiled at the feeling of Tommy’s hand slowly moving to rest on your shoulder, his thumb brushing against the bare skin.

Your hand instinctively moved up to hold his, and your other hand went to grab the glass of alcohol you were soon being served, wasting no time in bringing it to your lips.

You talked and laughed a lot with the Shelbys, getting on with every single one of them like you had known each other your entire life.

But while you had fun with them, Tommy only ever chuckled beside you, only joining in when being directly spoken too, and you found yourself wishing he would have talked to you some more.

But you had known already before coming here that he was more of a ‘sit back and spectate’ type of man, so you guessed you shouldn’t have expected much more. He was much chattier when he wasn’t surrounded by other people.

A few hours and many drinks too many later, the entire pub had ended up gathered together, everyone standing with their arms thrown across each other’s shoulders and singing at the top of their lungs.

And you were no different, your drink raised high in the air as you stood between Tommy and Ada, singing along to some song you barely knew the words to.

A drunken man had taken the lead on top of the bar, much to Harry’s dismay as he was kicking and knocking over several bottles and glasses.

You didn’t get much time to register what was happening but soon, as the song came to an end, everyone was nudging each other around and someone managed to nudge a man a little harder than meant to, sending him stumbling into your body from behind.

In your drunken haze, the force was enough to successfully send you into a table, the corner knocking into your hip uncomfortably and Ada going with you as you were still attached by the arms.

When seeing you and his sister being pushed around, Tommy instantly reacted by pushing the man back the way he came from.

Too drunk to think by themselves, Arthur and John took this as an introduction to a fight, and wasted no time in running to their brother’s side, and the next thing you knew, the fun was thrown right out the window and the entire pub had erupted into a rowdy fight.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You yelled out as you watched Tommy knock the man in the nose, you and Ada using each other for support to collect yourselves after the stumble. “Thomas, stop it!” You yelled again, eyes widening as he kept pushing people who came too close, the rest of them doing the same.

Polly and Aberama had retreated to the back, trying to stay clear of the flying fists, and Jeremiah and Harry were both trying to stop it by yelling.

But no one was listening.

You wasted no time in leaving Ada’s side, despite her protests, and running for Tommy, grabbing the back of his waistcoat and trying your hardest to pull him back and out of the crowd.

But he was much stronger than you and didn’t even seem to realize you were there in the state he was in, simply shrugging you off.

“Thomas!” You yelled again, but it did nothing, and upon closer inspection you noticed that John and Arthur were both smiling, hollering with laughter as they punched and kicked.

They were having a jolly good time. A good time beating people up.

You had known what they did for a living ever since the start and knew that this was probably nothing in comparison, but still, seeing it with your own eyes made it all so much more real and left you shocked and horrified.

Realizing you wouldn’t have any luck with Tommy, John or Arthur, you instead hurried over to where Finn and Isaiah were fighting, and as they were both a lot smaller and less muscular than the oldest three of the Shelby siblings, you managed to pull them away from the crowd, taking them back to the table where Polly, Jerimiah, Ada and Aberama were hiding away, waiting it out.

“Sit down and stay there!” You instructed them, pushing the younger boys into their previous seats, much to the adults’ amusement.

They stumbled into their seats, landing rather roughly and in any other situation you would feel guilty and apologize for being so careless, but at this moment, you didn’t give a flying fuck. They had brought it onto themselves.

Once you were sure they wouldn’t be going anywhere and that they were supervised, you walked over to Ada, giving her a sad look.

“This is no scene for me. I’m sorry.” You shook your head, trying your hardest to ignore the sounds of fists hitting flesh behind you.

Ada only gave you a sorry look. “No, I’m sorry.” She told you, crossing her arms over her chest. “I told Tommy not to do anything like this and he didn’t listen.”

Her words drew a scoff from Polly’s lips. “What else is new.” She questioned, emotionlessly, taking a drag out of her cigarette.

You really found it horrible that she must be so used to stuff like this happening that she didn’t even bat an eye anymore.

You sighed, grabbing your coat from the chair you had previously been sitting in before turning back to Ada. “I’ll see you at home.” You said, and she nodded, giving you another sad, disappointed look.

Turning to Aberama, Jeremiah and Polly, you forced yourself to smile politely. “It was nice seeing you again, thank you for having me tonight.”

All of them nodded, and you turned to Finn and Isaiah, giving them one last disapproving glare to which they looked up at you sheepishly, before turning on your heel and pushing your way through the fighting crowd in the direction of the door, luckily getting there unharmed.

In the middle of a fight, Tommy spotted the back of your head as you retreated in the other direction and lost track of what he was currently doing to call out for you from the end of the room, but the yelling and sound of breaking chairs and glass was too loud for you to hear him.

The last thing you heard before the door closed behind you was Ada yelling Tommy’s name with more anger than you had ever heard her use before.

You didn’t even bother putting on your coat once you made it outside, just letting it hang over your arm as you walked away from the pub with rushed steps, not really sure where to.

You didn’t make it very far before you could hear the door of the pub opening, however, and sighed in annoyance when you heard the footsteps coming after you.

“(Y/N)!”

You didn’t turn around at the sound of Tommy’s voice calling after you, but rather picked up your speed and hugged your jacket closer to your chest.

Soon enough, he caught up to you and rounded you, coming to a stop before you.

“Don’t go, please. I’m sorry.” He was quick to apologize, but you only glared at him.

“Why the hell are you apologizing to me for?!” You almost roared back, throwing an arm behind you. “Apologize to those men you just gave a beating for no reason at all!”

“He hurt you.” Was his only response, causing your eyes to narrow.

“It was an accident, Thomas! Those do happen!” You let out a dry laugh. “You may be a Peaky Blinder but you still can’t just go around starting fights with people without a reason.”

If you weren’t mistaken, you almost could have sworn that intimidation flashed through his eyes for a short moment.

And you weren’t mistaken. All of the times he had spoken to you, you had been softer and kinder than anyone he had ever met. And now here you were, yelling at him and giving him a piece of your mind.

“You’re right.” He nodded, letting out a breath. “I’m sorry.”

You adjusted your coat over your arm, crossing your arms over the chest and pushing back the chill running through your spine.

You stared him down from another moment, allowing yourself to calm down, before answering sourly. “Apology accepted but you’re not off the hook.”

His entire body relaxed at your words, but his eyes remained desperate as he reached his hands out to take yours in his.

“Let me make it up to you.” He said. “I’ll take you to dinner, just you and me. Tomorrow.”

You snorted, letting your gaze run up and down his face, scanning him. “Better be one hell of a dinner.” You agreed, making the corners of his lips twitch upward.

“Will you come back inside?” He asked, squeezing your hand, and you raised an eyebrow, pulling it back and crossing it over your chest again.

“Are you gonna start another fight?” You challenged, and he instantly shook his head.

“No.”

“Is that a promise or just empty words?” You asked, not yet convinced.

But then he took a step closer, staring down at you with nothing but sincerity behind his eyes as he answered. “You have my word.”

You found yourself lost in his baby blues for a moment, the anger you had previously been fueled by melting right off you.

Your body relaxed slightly at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your bare arm, but you didn’t let any emotion show on your face as you looked down and nodded, mumbling out. “Alright.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to take you under his arms and carefully turn you back to the pub, slowly leading you back.

You had to admit it was nice to come back inside into the warmth, the evening air outside having been a lot colder than you had expected, especially when not wearing anything but a thin dress.

Upon re-entering the Garrison, the fighting had settled down again, and judging by the look of Polly and Ada standing behind John and Arthur with their arms crossed over their chests, they had been the ones to sort everything out.

Everyone were back at their original tables, some people now nursing cuts and blackeyes but drinking and talking as they hadn’t just been shoving each other’s faces into the floorboards while hitting them upside the heads with bottles.

You could see all the way from the door that Ada was practically fuming where she stood, and John and Arthur were sitting in their seats with straight backs, looking down into the table sheepishly, clearly terrified of the Shelby women. Just as they should be.

Once said women noticed you returning, they slapped the two men upside the heads, causing them to look up at you.

Both of them mumbled half-coherent apologized under their breaths, for having started the fight.

You only glared at them as you reached the table and Tommy pulled out your chair again, sinking into your previous seat and bringing the glass you knew was yours judging by the smudged lipstick on the edge closer to you.

“You’re all brutes and you should be ashamed of yourselves.” You told them without missing a beat, still pissed beyond words at the fiasco you had just witnessed.

But nonetheless, you tilted your glass slightly, looking at each and every one of the men around the table.

“Now who the hell’s going to get me another drink?” You asked, and all of those who had in one way or another participated in the brawl wordlessly got out of their seats and headed for the bar, Tommy included, while those whose hands were clean sat back down and made themselves comfortable, more than amused at the fact that you had only been there for a night and was already bossing them around – although more surprised than anything that they were already letting you.

So much for making a good first impression.

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