#shelby sis

[veeisdunn]

can you write something to do with exam stress, loneliness and suicidal thoughts (if you're comfortable with it) finals season is coming and it would comfort me a lot. could it be a tommy x sister reader? Maybe the reader is stressed about her exams and is being bullied in school. I really enjoyed your first two fics (the sh ones) and I would really appreciate this. Lots of love xxx

Bargain

Tommy Shelby x sister!reader

I'm sorry that this took so long! It is kind of ironic as I'm also going through this right now with my A-Level exams. I understand how dark things tend to be getting in these times and you sound like you've got a lot on your plate. I really hope you enjoy this, I made it especially for you! ♡

warning: suicidal thoughts and actions

WC: 3.6K

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

One day, though you couldn't remember when, the jokes stopped being funny. Your classmates were relentless - to them you were gypsy scum, the spawn of a criminal family. You used to laugh along but the taunting wore you down. 

It didn't help that you began to shut your family out as well. Ever since you passed the entrance exam at that God forsaken grammar school, you withdrew. Too much reading and research to tally up the betting books and mediate domestic disputes.

As you moved onto your final years of education, you saw a way out of your family's situation - if you got into university then you wouldn't need to join the family company or marry a rich man to escape. You could have your own career which didn't break the law.

Of course, in the 1920s, this was no easy feat for a woman - or anyone. Luckily for you, you were attending one of the best grammar schools in the country, but, though you weren't in poverty, you were at a disadvantage with your peers. Most of your classmates had options: they had a dad with a PhD, a legal family business or an arranged marriage with a wealthy man lined up in case they failed their studies.

The pressure seemed never ending. You needed this, there simply was no other option. You had to grapple with this reality as well as deal with the tormenting of your classmates and the fear that one of your family members would end up with a bullet in their heads. 

You didn't speak to anyone in your family about your crippling concerns. You didn't think they'd see the value in a university education - especially for a woman. 

School work distracted you to such a point where you didn't even notice Tommy's concerned presence shadowing you most days. He just kept popping up everywhere you went. 

School gate? Tommy.

Library? Tommy.

The kitchen at 3am? Tommy.

Did that man even fucking sleep? 

Eventually, you "confronted" him. You had a tradition of being in Charlie's Yard on a Friday night. You would sit and look into the water - laughing, crying, sometimes screaming in frustration. This was a solitary activity, but one particular Friday, Tommy was already waiting there for you.

"(Y/N)!, you're late!" He shouted across the yard, taking a puff of his cigarette with a cheeky grin.

Fuck’s sake.

You hurry your pace, slushing your boots in the mud making your way to the wooden dock. “What are you doing?” you call out, frustrated.

“Is a man not able to sit, eh?” Tommy shuffled over and gestured for you to sit. You just huffed in response and remained standing.

“Look, Y/N/N, I can leave if you want, but I just wanted to see you? You’re always buried in a book these days.” His tone turned more sympathetic. You relented and sunk down next to him.

“I can’t be long. I have an essay, Tommy.” You spoke timidly, you were mentally prepared to break down alone but now you had to hold yourself together.

“You have the weekend.” He turned to look at you but you turned away.

“No. I have more work for the weekend.” You choked and turned your body so you were facing away from his stare, “I have a lot of work to do. I’m bloody drowning in it Tommy.”

He took a deep, prolonged breath and discarded his cigarette. “I think, Y/N, I think you need to spend a lot less time on work. Aren’t your friends all out on a Friday night? Why don’t you join them?”

You scoffed. “Friends? No one wants to be friends with a gypsy, or a Shelby.”

This struck a nerve with Tommy, he was also both of those things, yet he was respected and you were isolated. “Yeah? Say’s fucking who?” 

“People at school.” “And why are you listening to them?” “Because - it’s just hard. You wouldn’t get it. I’m so fucking worn down.”

The man took another sigh, realising he was fighting an uphill battle. “Your classmates aren’t in Small Heath, you don’t need to prove yourself to anyone here, you know that?”

You shook your head rapidly “No. No Tom, I don’t care about my social life. If I don’t do well in my exams, I’ll never get into University. I need to go, I want it so bloody bad.” You were so engrossed in your emotions that you didn’t even feel the salty tears run down your cheeks.

Tommy was taken aback by your reaction. He couldn’t fathom why you were putting so much pressure on yourself. Of course, he would rather you made your goal something a bit easier than perfect grades, but then whatever you dream was became his by proxy. He had spoken to your teachers, they were certain you’d get the grades you needed. They had even mentioned your tendency to overdo things, but things weren’t nearly as bad at home at that time so he disregarded it. What a stupid mistake that was.

He was about to reach out to touch your hand, but you could feel the floodgates bursting, so you tried to leave. 

“Y/N!” He shouted, following close behind you.

Go away. Go away. Go away.

“Look, I didn’t fucking ask you to come here.” You snapped as he grabbed your arm.

“You didn’t need to. Your my fucking sister, you don’t need to ask. I didn’t want to be so blunt but you need to calm the fuck down with the books, ay?" 

"No. You don't understand." You shook your head adamantly , "if I don't do well in my exams, then what's the fucking point in anything anymore?" 

—

"So, how'd your chat with Y/N go?” Polly asked her nephew as the evening dawned.

He settled into the sofa and took a deep inhale, rubbing his cold, sweaty palms together. “She didn’t take it very well. She probably just came back here to study more upstairs.

Polly leaned forward in her seat: “she never came home.”

Shit.

“Did you upset her, Thomas?”

“I couldn’t tell you. She’s hard to get these days.”

—

Tommy thought little of her absence. The library closed at 6PM - she’d be home by 7.

7:30. Still no Y/N. 

He went to check your room to see if you’d slipped in and snuck to bed. Your room looked like it had been ransacked. Books, pencils, papers, and clothes covered every surface. Your bed was unmade and the curtains were drawn. It reminded the man of a house that had been robbed. The air was stagnant and cold.

On your bed, a book stood out to Tommy. It wasn’t a textbook or workbook, it was a small leather-bound diary with fraying ribbons pulling it shut. Without much thought, he settled down onto the bed and yanked the curtain open, amber sunset pouring in. The book felt heavy and the spine was stressed. He noticed that lots of other papers had been shoved between the pages.The edges of some were visible, your handwriting adorning them. He pulled the end of the matted ribbon firmly undoing the knot and allowing him access to what he came to realise was your diary. He flicked to the latest entry and saw it was dated for just the day before. He skimmed your scrawls: I will never be good enough, I just can't do it. I can't do anything anymore.

After freezing for a second he slammed it shut and threw it against the wall. He was fuming with the situation, and with himself. He knew you were struggling but he thought it was your need to prove yourself to your bullying peers - he could have never dreamed that you hated yourself this much.

Without much more thought, Tommy grabbed his coat and practically launched himself out of the door. He wasn't going to come home until he had you with him.

—

After your altercation with Tommy, you found yourself back by the cut. Your emotions were always heightened there, you tried not to go to the part where your mother jumped in, that was usually reserved for the anniversary of her death, but for some reason your feet carried you down there. You never knew her and by the sounds of things, you were very different people. You didn't even know why she did what she did, you were too young back then to understand. One thing you did know was how she must have felt. The feeling of utter despair. The loneliness. 

You'd had a serious case of suicidal ideation since the start of your new school. In the back of your mind you always knew what to do if everything became too much. You had written letters to everyone and stuffed them under your pillow. You were ready. Perhaps tonight was the night?

This revelation almost gave you a twisted sense of euphoria. I don't need to go home again. I never have to write another essay. I never need to be called another name. No one will need to look after me. I can just end it all. 

These thoughts carried you to the edge of the water. You thought about how your mother would have felt drowning and freezing. Calm, hopefully. Release. 

You collected some large stones from the dusty mud around you and stuffed them in your coat pockets. You figured that being pulled down would make you go quicker. You knew that your brothers would be sad but you also knew that they'd move on. They'd done it once before, they could do it again. After all, they all had lives and you had nothing but stress and pain and anguish. 

Looking down into the gloomy water you could feel cool droplets splashing onto your face and mixing with your tears. The abyss was inviting, your doubtful thoughts that had stopped you in the past were whispering to you but you told yourself that you wanted this. You wanted this, right?

You took your shoes off and laid them neatly at the edge of the water. 

A leap. A splash. A scream.

Cold.

Then you felt someone grab you.

—

Tommy had barely made it in time. He saw you, shoeless, on the edge of the cut. He could only shout and run after you as you descended into the water. Without hesitation, he jumped in after you and grabbed you. He tried to pull your body up to the surface with him but you were fighting him. Your coat was sinking first, weighing the both of you down, so he wrestled it off you. All either of you could hear was splashes and all you could feel was the paralysing blanket of cold.

Holding onto your wrists, he went up for air to gather strength, before diving back under to pull you up. You were barely underwater for a few minutes but the frigid water had knocked you out. Tommy paddled to the steps a few metres away from where you'd jumped and pulled his drenched body onto them. He wheezed and gasped for air then dragged you up the steps by your armpits. The water level was particularly low so the steps seemed to go on forever. He'd boarded boats from these steps but never did he think he'd be ascending them with your limp body.

Your breathing was shaky and erratic. Tommy was just glad you were breathing at all. He laid you down in the dirt and rolled you onto your side just in time for you to involuntary convulse and cough up water while he hyperventilated. He firmly patted your back as your lungs cleared. Despite the heaving, you were still unconscious. Your lips were going a dusky shade of blue and the skin around your eyes was darkening, either from the cold or the lack of oxygen, he wasn't sure. 

Tommy desperately tried to get control of his breathing so he could compose himself but his body was viscerally reacting to the shock of the cold water overwhelming his senses. He was in such physical anguish that his emotions had completely dulled. He'd honed the ability to turn his thoughts off while in the trenches and it often came in handy. 

His main priority was getting you warm and dry. He tried to drag you up but didn't have the strength in his cold and wet state. Instead he had to resort to shouting for help, knowing that there were Blinders at the entrance to the docks. A few of Tommy's associates came around the corner, their coats flying in the wind behind them and the group of them managed to carry you back to Watery Lane while your body continued to involuntary spasm due to the cold. 

Nobody else was in the house so Tommy flung your body on the floor in front of the fireplace and set a copious pile of logs on fire. He hunched over you and basked in the heat, ripping off his coat, hat, and suit and discarding them into a pile. After sitting for a moment shivering in a vest and underwear, he ran to the kitchen and grabbed a towel.

In the living room, you'd rolled over so you could be closer to the heat, you weren't entirely sure what was going on but you liked the feeling of the warmth against you.

He ripped your drenched shirt off you and tried to ring your hair out with the towel. You were mumbling something incoherent but he ignored it. Your body laid next to the fire as he dried himself off. 

You awoke when he accidentally knocked a book off the coffee table. Your body felt numb and you were extremely confused. He rushed over as you tried to roll away from the fire.

"Tommy?" you croaked, even more confused than you already were. What was he doing here? The look on his face then reminded you. He was drenched. You'd actually done it. You'd actually done it and he stopped you.

You ignored his demanding stare and sat up, coughing. You wheezed, holding your hands around your neck to reassure yourself that you weren't drowning. 

You didn't drown, but you were soaked to the bone. 

"What were you thinking, eh?" Tommy studied your startled expression, you couldn’t tell if he was mad, disappointed, or feeling sorry for you, "What the hell is going on with you?" 

You remained silent and refused to look up at him. 

"Y/N, what did you just do? And don't tell me that you fell. Your coat was full of stones." 

He was going to make you say it. Dick.

You could only think of two words: “I’m sorry.”

Tommy scoffed and sat down in front of you. “You’re sorry? You are sorry?”

Did he want to know why? “I’m sorry that you jumped in and got wet. You look cold.”

He was physically taken aback by your words. “The only thing you should be sorry for is not talking to me.” He picked up the towel and began to dry you, understanding that trying to reason with you in this state was no better than arguing with a brick wall. After your hair was no longer dripping, he brought you dry clothes and made you discard your wet ones in the bathroom while he pressed his ear up against the wall to listen to your every move.

Tommy was angry with himself. He’d sat back and watched the pressure on you accumulate, only realising when it was too late. You’d nearly died. Y/N. His baby sister. The girl he held as a baby. The girl he read bedtime stories to. The girl he taught to ride horses. The girl he loved unconditionally. It was fate that had just saved your life - he very easily could have looked for you somewhere else and that would have cost your life. The thought made his heart hurt. You’d nearly died. You’d nearly died. Before he’d even realised, he was crying against the doorframe as you left the bathroom. 

You tried to apologise again but he ignored you and wrapped you in the tightest hug you’d ever felt. He was scared to loosen his grip as he feared you would slip away. He cried gut-wrenching sobs into your shoulder. You gave in and began to cry as well. You couldn’t even figure out why. You were plagued with a viscous mixture of anguish and guilt - you were also still really fucking cold, the pair of your shivered in eachother’s arms. 

Tommy pulled away and stared directly into your eyes. Instinctively your gaze turned to break the exchange. You couldn’t stand his distraught stare, it made you want to vomit.

“Y/N” He took a deep breath, “I’m here now and I’m not leaving you ever again, so you better tell me what the fuck is going on inside that head, eh?” You gulped. Only one coherent thought was running through your head. “Cold.”

With those words, the pair of you were huddled next to the fire.

“I’m gonna fail, Tommy.” The admission slipped out.

He held back his rant he’d repeated to you countless times and let you continue. All he wanted to do was scream and shout, to tell you and the rest of the bloody street how talented and capable you are.

“I want to make something for myself just like you have but I can’t do it. I just feel like I can’t do anything right. If I’m a good person then why do people hate me?” You took shaky breaths to process the thoughts you’d aired. Tommy pulled you in so you were resting on his side while the fire crackled in front of you. He waited to say anything until he could be sure that you were finished.

“Look, Y/N. Some people in this world are just full of hate, they wouldn’t know kindness if it hit them between the eyes. You just want to make everyone happy but you can’t because some people are gonna fucking resist until they die. I’m so proud of you, Y/N, you have grown up to be a talented and smart woman. You will make a life for yourself as long as you remember that. If you want to do that through school then, by all means, go for it, but there are other ways. What you need is some time to rest, and you need to get away from that fucking school. You’re in your final year, just finish things off at home, I’ll get you a tutor or anything you need as long as you never go back.”

He leaned back against the sofa to physically recover from his speech. He couldn’t see your face but he watched as you curled your body into a tight ball and leaned in even closer to you.

“It’s like I don’t even know who I am anymore. Everything is so dull. I’m not happy.” No shit. And then you began to cry for what felt like the millionth time.

He just held you and stared into the flames. “Shh shh, no, it’s alright. you’re fine, shh. No more anything for the rest of the weekend, Dr Shelby’s orders, alright?” You chuckled lightly while he remained serious,  “Over my many, many years, I’ve realised that if you work on something forever it never gets done well, but if you take enough breaks and are kind to yourself, it will get done. I can bet everything that you will become a strong and independent woman one day.”

After a few more back and forths, you spilling your negative thoughts and him retorting with a classic Tommy speech, the two of you fell asleep by the fire, the heat thawing the pain you’d both felt. Tommy came to the conclusion that you were simply too good for this world, but he knew you better than anyone and was certain it would all work out for you in the end.

The next morning, the pair of you made a deal that you would tell him about all the bad thoughts you were having and he promised he’d always be there to listen. After a few meetings with a doctor and your school, Tommy set you up a study area in his office. The two of you would work during the morning, eat lunch together, then you’d shadow him in the afternoon to - as he put it - “learn from the master”. 

You took time to reflect on the things that really mattered to you - not the things that really mattered to the girl who was hated by her peers and would have died for flawless grades - the things that mattered to you, Y/N Shelby. You cared deeply about those around you. Seeing how broken Tommy was after your attempt made you want to cooperate with him and your doctor to become well enough to live the life you so desperately craved. It was almost ironic that you’d nearly taken that opportunity from yourself.

You still had days when the light at the end of the tunnel faded and you’d again lose sight of your future, but keeping up with his side of the deal, Tommy was always there to coax you out of it. 

When you were younger, your brother taught you lots of things, and now he felt like he was giving you a final, important lesson. To learn to use your life, because he could so clearly see the potential you have.

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[theshelbyclan]

Monsters under the Bed

Summary: when John tells you a ghost story at night, you’re to scared to sleep on your own, so you run to your favourite brother

A/N: Once upon a time, I showed my youngest sister this interview with Charles Manson and she refused to sleep alone for a few nights. Subtly, she reminded me of this again yesterday, which gave me the idea for this fluffy little fic ☺️

Words: 2056

*****

You were far too old to be scared of monsters.

John was the craziest out of all the siblings and everyone knew if. He could imitate madness perfectly, maybe even a little too perfectly. So, when he’d suggested you’d exchange ghost stories, you really should’ve known better.

Sitting up on your bed in the smallest bedroom in Watery Lane, you’d told the first story. And then it was John’s turn, and then yours again. And with a rivalry as old as time, you each tried to trump the other. You told him of the old legends of witches and monsters and he, in turn, told you the most gruesome stories he could tell. You’d spend the better part of the evening sitting together, giggling like children, until he’d told his final story.

“Are you scared?” he’d asked with a smug face. But you had quickly shaken your head and had told him to piss off. But John had smirked again, “You look scared.”

When he’d left your room, you’d quickly buried your head beneath the blankets and tried to get the images out of your head. Because as soon as he started telling you about the mass murderer that used to roam Small Heath, who used to cut off people’s noses and ears and skin them alive, your mind had painted a very vivid image of it all. And in the dark, it haunted you.

You shook your head angrily and tried to sleep, but it wouldn’t come. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see the monster from John’s stories approaching you. “I’m thirteen!” you told yourself angrily, “I’m too old to be scared of monsters!”

*****

The next morning, you slouched down at the table during breakfast for lack of sleep. 

“What’s with you?” Ada asked, not quite full of compassion.

“Nothing,” you grumbled in reply.

Your sister raised an eyebrow and continued eating, obviously not believing you.

John walked into the kitchen, cheerful and very well rested. He called out a “Morning!” but you just glared daggers at him.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Ada looked from John to you and explained to him, “Y/N didn’t sleep very well.”

“I’m fine,” you slouched down some more.

But a grin had started to form on John’s face, “Nightmares about scary big men, coming to cut you up in your sleep, was it?”

“John!” Ada called out, reprimanding him.

“What?” he shrugged, “I just told her a bedtime story, about this famous...”

But again, your sister came to your aid and cut him off, “Leave her alone.”

“Not my fault she’s a baby...” John chuckled, as he walked away.

“What’s this?” a low voice demanded from behind you, which made you jump into the air with fright, “John? Did you do this?”

“It’s nothing!” you called out in exasperation. The last thing you wanted was to attract any attention to yourself or talk about the topic some more. “I just didn’t sleep very well, that is all.”

“John’s been telling her bedtime stories again,” Ada told Tommy.

Tommy sighed and shot his brother a warning look. Then he sat down next to you with a worried expression on his face. “Don’t listen to John. It’s probably all lies, eh sweetheart?”

“I’m not a baby.” It came out a lot more pathetic than you had intended.

Ada commented sarcastically, “You are the baby of the family.” And you knew she was right, much to your own annoyance.

“What did John say to you?” Tommy asked, “Go on. Tell your big brother.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you sulked, “It was nothing anyways. I just couldn’t sleep.”

“If it was nothing, why can’t you talk about it?” Once again, Ada was a little too direct for your liking and you rolled your eyes. Tommy glared at her, noticing it too. Soon after Ada left, mumbling, “Fine. Talk to the big brother who does understand.”

So you were left with Tommy in the kitchen, but there was no way you were willing to admit John actually had managed to scare you. Tommy didn’t press the subject, he hardly ever did thank God. And when you told him you had to go to school, he simply said, “You’ll know where to find me when you need me, alright?”

You managed a smile and nodded. Tommy planted a kiss on your forehead and for a moment, you seriously considered telling him everything.

But you didn’t.

*****

That night, you were laying in bed, determined to get yourself over your silly fears. Angrily, you pulled up the blankets and closed your eyes. But the second you did, some unknown man, covered in blood, appeared before your closed lids and your eyes shot open again.

In the dark, you huffed and turned around to face the wall. But then you thought: what if he’s behind me and I can’t see him coming. Suddenly petrified, you were now convinced he was in the room with you. You were practically shaking with fear, but when you did manage to turn around, the room was empty.

“See,” you whispered to yourself, “no one’s here. Get over it!”

But still, you went over to Tommy’s room.

It was the middle of the night, of that much Tommy was certain. He was still half asleep, but could heard the tell-tale signs of someone sneaking into his room, quietly. Carefully, he opened one eye.

Before his eyes could even adjust to the darkness, he knew who it would be. And there it was: the bed dipped slightly and someone nimbly climbed over him. Then he felt gentle tug on his blankets and the warm body of his youngest sibling next to him in the bed.

“Good night,” you whispered, still believing your brother was asleep.

“Good morning,” a startlingly low reply came.

“Tommy!” you spun around and faced him, “I thought I was being quiet!”  Your brother turned around slowly and replied groggily, “About as quiet as the bombs going off at the Somme.” 

“Sorry...”

He adjusted himself a little and you waited for the questions to come, but he didn’t say a word. When you were little, you could often be found in one of your brothers’ beds, though it didn’t occur as often anymore. Polly used to say that the Shelby’s weren’t made for sleeping alone, which was true in many ways, but you’d decided a few years back that you were all grown-up now. Your brothers still saw you as a kid, but at thirteen, you no longer felt like a child. Not really.

“Tommy?” you finally asked, “Do you ever have nightmares?”

He cough a short laugh, but didn’t reply. And at once you realised how stupid your question had been, because everyone knew the men never got over the horrors of France. Everyone knew, but no one understood. “I’m sorry,” you apologised quickly.

Tommy looked at you, “You’re having nightmares?”

You thought of John’s story. And you knew it most likely wasn’t true, but you also knew te atrocities men were capable of. That’s what haunted you most of all: the idea that one person could hurt another like that. But instead you just shrugged, “Maybe.”

“Because of what John told you.” It wasn’t a question and there was no need for an answer either, so he continued, “Whatever it was, I’m already awake now, so you might as well tell me, eh?”

“I’m sorry I woke you...” There was no way you were going to burden Tommy with anther blood-covered image.

“You apologise too much,” Tommy locked eyes with you, feigning strictness, “Sorry is now a forbidden word.”

“Sor-... Okay,” you smiled, quickly correcting yourself.

“Good girl,” he smiled back at you. For a gangster, he could be surprisingly soft when it came to his little sister. And when he saw it wasn’t easy for you to talk, he decided to do it for you, “Do you remember when I told you about the witches?”

“The ones that lived in the walls?” you grinned, remembering it well, “Yeah, I do. I used to think I saw them in the mirrors. Scared me to death.”

Tommy nodded for a few seconds, “I really did scare you with those stories.”

You snuggled up a little closer to him. The room was cold, but his bed was warm and familiar. Then you told him, “Yeah, but I was only a baby back then.”

“Is that it, eh?” he asked pointedly, “Being scared makes you a baby?”

“Well, yeah...” you felt yourself getting embarrassed. Tommy was always the easiest to talk to, but at the same time, you wanted to impress him the most as well.

“Well, let me tell you Y/N, those witches or monsters in the walls? I hear them now too. And they give me nightmares every night.”

A few tears started welling up in your eyes. If only you could undo France, that would be your greatest wish. But you couldn’t.

Normally, Tommy took great care not to mention anything about their time in the trenches to you. But right now, it was like his nightmares spilled over into daytime, like an ink stain that seemed to muddy everything. So, he started reminiscing out loud, “In France, I’ve seen grown men cry and call out for their mothers. I’ve seen them go insane with fear and disillusion, all because of those fucking toffs up on top playing toy soldiers with good men. We all cried, Y/N, we cried our fucking eyes out just before going over the top. You’d be an idiot not to be scared.”

You held your breath as he talked and finally said, “Yeah, but that’s different. I never was in any war...”

Tommy wiped away a tear that’d spilled and carefully said, “There’s no shame in being scared, love.”

“Isn’t there?” you sniffled.

“Nope,” Tommy replied decisively, “and I’m right here, eh?”

“But I am too old to be scared of monsters,” you sighed.

A dark expression flitted over Tommy’s face, “Not when they’re real. You do best to remember that: people, real people, are the scariest monsters of them all.”

“You’re not,” you replied at once, sensing what your favourite brother was thinking.

“Some days, I’m not too sure.”

But you emphasised, “But I am. That’s why I came to you. No one comes to see a monster when they’re scared of monsters, right?”

He cleared his throat and nodded slowly. “We don’t deserve you,” he finally said, “and this world we live in, the one we created, is too hard for you.”

“Maybe...” You’d never quite felt at home in Small Heath. In many ways, this world you grew up in was too harsh for you. You were a Shelby and no mistake, but you lacked the cruelty of most people here. But, you weren’t alone: you had your brothers. “I know you’ll protect me.”

“Always,” Tommy confirmed, “Even if it means keeping bloody John away from you.”

You had to laugh at his words, “John’s not so bad.”

“He’s an idiot,” your other brother grumbled, but with some mirth and love in his eyes as well.

Suddenly, you felt tired again, and as you drifted off to sleep, you told Tommy, “I’m glad you’re my brother.”

“So am I, princess,” he confirmed, as he watched over you.

*****

And while you slept, you never noticed John creeping into the room as well. A little anxious, he asked Tommy, “Is she alright?”

“You and your fucking stories. Save them for someone else, eh? Or have you forgotten about France already?”

“I’m sorry, Tom, it was just meant as a joke...”

“Go on,” Tommy urged, remembering when John had been little and scared of monsters as well. Every night, Tommy used to comfort him and they’d developed their own little ritual for it, “Check under the bed.”

John grinned and dipped his head down under the bed. He emerged triumphantly, “All clear, sergeant major.”

“See? Nothing to be scared of.”

John leaned over his brother and looked at you again, “She’s asleep.”

“Let her sleep,” Tommy whispered, “Let her dream of a world without monsters. Without men.”

“But we’ll protect her, right though, Tommy?”

“Yes. We’ll protect each other.”

And for one night only, every Shelby at Watery Lane slept a peaceful and dreamless sleep.

*****

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[zablife]

I Wanna Do Bad Things To You

Alfie x reader (Shelby sister)

Summary: You have a plan to betray your powerful brother with the help of Alfie Solomons, but your impetuous and infuriating behavior is far too dramatic for the mad baker. What happens when he puts you in your place?

Author’s Note: Written for the lovely Alex @cillmequick 6 month milestone celebration. Congrats, darl! Prompt “And what would people say if they listened through the wall?” Oxytocin by Billie Eilish. Inspiration taken from the whole song as well. Porn with little to no plot. Bit of a twisted love story.

Warning: 🔞, language, drinking, smut- impact play, fingering, degradation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (if you squint), dom Alfie, mean Alfie

Before Alfie could answer the loud rapping upon his door, it opened suddenly, the fading rays of the afternoon sun outlining your shapely figure in a heavenly glow. However, A Shelby at his door was rarely a good omen and Alfie surmised you were no angel. The ample cleavage spilling over the top of your tightly fitting bodice and the bottle of Irish whisky in your hand only confirmed his suspicions.

Slamming the door behind you, you sauntered toward him confidently, hips swaying seductively with each step. Alfie eyed you suspiciously, pressing the tips of his fingers together in anticipation of some unreasonable demand or another sent straight from Tommy. “Hello, Miss Shelby. To what do I owe the pleasure?” he said greeting you with a tip of his head.

You giggled and shook your head, playfully chiding, “So formal, Alfie. You should call me Y/n.” Alfie watched you remove your coat slowly and throw it over a chair as you continued. “I think we’re going to become very close you and I.”

“And why would that be?” Alfie asked, leaning back in his chair, arms folded over his stomach.

“I have a business proposition for you,” you said with excitement, boldly taking a seat on the edge of his desk. 

Alfie exhaled loudly muttering, “You Shelbys,” with a shake of his head. “Listen, pet, your brothers thieve my oxygen far too much as it is. Never satisfied with their lot. So you can trot on and tell that cunt Tommy we’re done dealin.’” He motioned to the door with a flick of his wrist, turning his attention to the stack of papers at his elbow. 

Undeterred, you placed the whisky bottle on the desk with a thud, running a fingertip around the edge of the cap lazily as you asked, “What if I told you the deal wasn’t with Tommy? I agree that he’s gotten far too greedy and it’s time we did something about that.” You took a breath before emphasizing, “A more permanent solution.” Your eyes flicked to Alfie to gauge his reaction, but he remained impassive. However, he hadn’t thrown you out yet, so you took that as an encouraging sign. 

Opening the bottle before you with a flourish, you grabbed a nearby glass and began pouring a shot. You slid it across the table, presumptuously asking, “A toast to new partners?”

He frowned, sliding it back to you with two fingers. “Nah,” he replied dismissively.

You tossed your head back with a bubbly laugh, kicking off the desk and slowly approaching Alfie’s chair. He tracked your movement with just his eyes, irritation building at your inability to take a hint that he was uninterested in your scheming. He looked you up and down carefully as you stood before him, noticing how you leaned over to ensure he got a look down your dress. 

You smiled to yourself as you traced a manicured hand along his shirt front, toying with the buttons, one by one. “If you find it hard to swallow, I can loosen up your collar,” you offered. You received a short grunt in reply, perhaps his body betraying his logical mind. Picking up the glass, you offered it to him again with a sweet smile. “It’s the first drop that kills you so there’s no harm in the last,” you joked.

“Wasn’t talking about the whisky, was I?” he asked in a low voice. Then pushing your hand away from his chest he added, “I’m sayin’ no to you, treacle.”

Your smile faded as you struggled to comprehend his sudden rejection. You weren’t used to hearing the word no. Standing to your full height, you pursed your lips in obvious displeasure and attempted to regain composure. “Then tell me why,” you said in a tight voice.

“I could write you a book, but I ain’t got the time. Suffice it to say, I just don’t fucking trust you,” he spat, leaning forward and placing his palms on the desk for emphasis. He stood, signaling the end of your meeting, but you were far from done.

“I hate Tommy as much as you do and I can be valuable to you,” you proclaimed, jutting your chin out with haughty insistence.

Alfie scoffed, “Tommy Shelby’s little sister? Darlin’, this is a man’s world.”

Your blood began to boil that you weren’t being taken seriously. With your plan quickly unraveling, you reached for the glass and downed its contents. But the burn of the alcohol only fueled your rage. You hurled the glass against the wall beside Alfie’s head as you shouted, “You arsehole! You don’t know what I’m capable of!”

Faster than you thought possible, Alfie’s heavy boots thudded against the floorboards in warning. Suddenly his hulking form was towering over you, one large calloused hand reaching out to capture both your wrists in one swift movement. His long fingers encircled you like a rope and tightened with considerable strength, eliciting a whimper from you as you fought to free yourself. He jerked you toward him with a grunt, a dangerous gleam in his eye.

You shook your head to move the fringe from your eyes, realizing he was close enough to feel your pounding heart. However, it wasn’t fear that gripped you in that moment. It was pure adrenaline and excitement. You could feel the heat building in your core as you waited to see what he would do. 

Alfie leaned down to speak to you, jaw clenched with fury. “You’re behaving like a fucking child,” he told you in a low voice. His eyes bore a hole through you and the intensity of it was so great you couldn’t look away. Your chest rose and fell against him, breasts pushing against his broad chest.

He took your chin in his hand harshly, eyes narrowing as he searched your face. “Is that how I should treat you? Like a naughty little girl?” You licked your lips as he continued in a hushed voice, hot breath fanning over your face. “Because I have to admit, right now I want to do very bad things to you, you fucking brat.” As he spoke his eyes darkened with unmistakable lust and you were certain he could feel you bending to his will.

You nodded as best you could with his iron like grip on your jaw. "Yes, I want it," you said breathily. Pleased with your submission, he leaned in to kiss you, pressing his full lips to you insistently and pushing his tongue into your warm, waiting mouth. As he began to pull away he bit your bottom lip harshly as he murmured against the swollen flesh, “You should really run away.” But the wickedness of his words had the opposite effect. You were rooted to the spot, ready for your punishment.

He threw your head away hard enough to turn it and you glimpsed shadows through the frosted glass window. Reality came crashing in on you and you bit your lip as you wondered if Alfie’s employees might be able to see or hear you with their boss. Keeping your eyes trained on the door you asked in a quivering voice, “What would people say if they listened through the wall?”

Alfie’s lips brushed your ear as he growled, “I don’t give a fuck who knows I’m ruining you in here. In fact, I wanna make you yell.” The vibration of his voice sent shock waves straight to your pussy and you felt wetness begin to pool between your legs at his debauchery. You rubbed your thighs together to get some much needed friction, too preoccupied to remember Alfie’s earlier promise of punishment.

You heard the jingle of his belt buckle before you saw the flash of silver beneath his palm and you became aware of Alfie removing his belt, easily sliding the leather strap from his waist. Your breath caught in your chest with a little thrill, knowing you’d thoroughly provoked him. In one swift motion he turned you to face his desk and roughly placed your hands onto the polished wooden surface. He wasted no time turning your skirt up over your waist, exposing you to the cold air. The sudden chill hit and a shiver ran through you.

Alfie stood in silence for a few moments, taking in the sight of you laid out before him. A devilish smirk crossed his lips at the thought of you coming in here without any underwear and he realized he was right to assume you were not as innocent as you seemed. He was going to see how much you could take. How far he could push you. He allowed the anticipation to grow, watching you quiver.

The only sounds came from the distillery, grinding machines and men’s voices shouting to one another. Someone dropped a crate of bottles at the bottom of the stairs, distracting you as the first crack of the strap hit your thigh with a painful sting. You gripped the corners of the desk tightly as a tear sprang to your eye, but you didn’t make a sound as the next blow rained down on your ass. Four more fell in rapid succession and Alfie watched the flesh jiggle with satisfaction. Unable to stop himself, he reached out to grab a handful of you and squeezed appreciatively as you whined at the contact, crying out as he kneaded the sensitive flesh in his rough hands. 

The belt dropped to the floor with a clank and he resumed his work, landing a harsh smack along your thigh so close to your pussy, you felt it begin to throb with need. He waited for you to flinch, but you remained perfectly still, wanting to please him. He stood for a moment stroking his beard as he watched you, feeling his trousers tighten, but he wasn’t finished. 

Raising a ringed hand to you once more, he continued, his open palm landing slaps hard enough to move your body forward along the desk, the edge digging into your hipbones. The sound of Alfie’s grunts and groans of exertion behind you had your mind twisted in confusion. You felt your clit pulse, desperate for attention. As he connected with your ass once more, you began to tear up thinking how close his thick fingers were to where you needed them most. Too frustrated and turned on to remain still any longer, you arched your back, letting out a moan so loud it bordered on a shout. 

Alfie stopped with a jerk, stepping toward you slowly and brought a strong arm to your waist to lift you from the desk. He unlaced your dress as he cooed in your ear, “All finished, pet. You took it so well.” He discarded the material on the floor, erection digging into your burning ass cheek as he carefully ran a hand over the other. You hissed as his cool rings made contact with your sore, reddened flesh and you heard him inhale before exclaiming, “Fucking beautiful sight.” The arm around your waist tightened as a cobra around prey, but his voice remained soft as he hushed you, pushing the hair from your shoulders. 

He left a trail of open mouthed kisses down the nape of your neck before moving on to the crease at your shoulder, the tickling sensation making you squirm. His dominance returned as he began sucking a deep bruise into the thin skin along your collarbone. The sudden intensity of it, causing your hands to fly to his arm, digging your nails in sharply. You panted out little moans for him with each swirl of his tongue, every one of your pretty noises making his cock twitch against you. He rewarded you with another bruise below your ear, his free hand rolling and pinching your exposed nipples to feel them stiffen to a pleasing hardness. 

By the time he switched to the other side of your neck, you were thoroughly marked up and bucking wildly against him from overstimulation. The inside of your upper thighs felt slick with arousal and you were clenching around nothing. If this was part of his discipline, it was not what you had bargained for. You waited in agony, needing to feel him seated within you, the comforting fullness stretching you properly. 

Alfie must have read your mind, turning you to face him. He wiped a tear that escaped the corner of your eye, smiling to himself at the sight of your neediness. Then mercifully he ran a finger along your dripping slit to capture your juices, pushing two thick fingers inside your velvet heat to give you some relief. You sighed softly as he curled his fingers inside you dragging against your inner wall slowly until he found a delicious spot that made your jaw drop in silent ecstasy. As he gave a bit more pressure you swallowed harshly, attempting to sink further onto his hand, but he stopped you, clamping his other hand on your hip.

With an obscene squelching sound, he withdrew his fingers cruelly, swirling his fingertips over your clit to tease you. “I think you must be enjoying this cause you’re making a a fucking mess on my desk,” he chided you. He brought his digits to your eye level to show you the juices dripping off him as proof. Then he placed his fingers on your tongue as he commanded, “Clean it up.” You obediently swirled your tongue over his fingers tasting yourself with every lick. Making eye contact with him you gently sucked with hollowed cheeks as you hummed around his digits. The corners of your lips curled, knowing the vibrations were going straight to his aching cock. “Do you like this, naughty girl?” he asked with a dark chuckle. He watched your pupils blow wide and he nodded, “Good, cause we ain’t finished yet.”

He pulled his fingers from you with a pop, smearing saliva and lipstick across your mouth, and you watched with bated breath as he removed his shirt and trousers. The moment you saw his cock spring free, you reached out to touch him, but he swatted you away. His hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping himself in front of you as an added bit of torture before he ordered you to the sofa in the corner. You scrambled to the shabby piece of furniture as Alfie growled, “On your fucking hands and knees.” As soon as you were in place, you felt the springs dip beneath you with his weight and then you felt his warm hand splayed across the small of your back holding you in place.

You felt the tip of his cock slide through your wet folds, gathering your juices and you shimmied your ass to entice him. Suddenly he was pushing into you all at once, his thickness splitting you open around him. Alfie groaned at the sight of you spread wide for him, unable to stop himself from pulling out and slamming back into you to hear you cry out. His animalistic nature took over, driving into you sharply with a snap of his hips, the force of it causing his balls to slap against your clit over and over. The repeated motion had you panting and moaning in no time and you could practically hear the smirk as he rumbled, “Such a pretty little whore. Let me hear ya.” You clenched around him, mewling at the sensation of him thrusting deep enough to feel in your stomach. Alfie stilled momentarily, enjoying the pulse around his cock and making note of how you gripped him like a vice after he degraded you. Fuck, you liked this and he would give you more.

Soon he began to move within you again at a slower pace, dragging his length within you as you arched your back for him. Alfie leaned forward gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail and gave a harsh tug on your roots. That was all it took for you to push back against him for more greedily. “You get off on being filthy, do ya?” he asked, voice dripping with condescension. You didn’t speak, too overcome by sensation to respond, but Alfie knew your secret now. “Squeezing me so tight, pet. I think you enjoy being a whore for me,” he grunted wrapping your locks around his fist to tilt your head back at a precarious angle.

“Show me now. Make yourself cum on my cock like a good little whore,” he goaded you. You didn’t need to be told again, hand flying to your swollen nub and rubbing tight circles. Your eyes squeezed shut as you listened to the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. Alfie’s grunts didn’t grow any louder as he sped up his pace, urging you on, but your cries reached a deafening crescendo as you felt your lower belly pool with heat, desperate to be released. 

“Wanna cum. I need to cum, please, please,” you babbled feeling Alfie pound into you with reckless abandon. 

Yanking you up by your hair so your back was flush with his chest, Alfie huffed, “Not yet,” clearly annoyed at your pleas. You bit your lip trying to stave off your orgasm, but it was building faster than you could stop it. Feeling the fluttering resume around his cock, Alfie warned, “You better hold it, naughty girl.”

Reaching behind you to grab onto him for stability you whined, “I can’t…I can’t." Alfie’s balls tightened at the sound of your pathetic cries and his hips stuttered suddenly, rhythm lost in the tidal wave of pleasure threatening to consume him.

Bringing his mouth to the shell of your ear he panted out, “Now…cum right fucking now….with me.” Your fingers flew over your clit, needing only a few light strokes to begin shaking in pleasure. As Alfie released inside you, he bit down on your shoulder. Your jaw went slack as he fucked you through the aftershocks. A primal grunt left his lips at the feeling of your tight pussy milking him of every drop.

Collapsing back onto the sofa, Alfie dragged you with him, making you straddle his lap. You draped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder, feeling your body becoming heavy with exhaustion. He ran a hand along your back soothingly until your heart rates returned to normal, then you heard his voice low and rasped rumble from deep within his chest. “Fuck me, treacle, I could have you like that every day.”

You smiled to yourself wondering if he might reconsider your earlier offer. You sat up to look him in the eye and in a determined voice you ventured, “Alfie, I meant what I said about getting rid of Tommy. We should be partners.”

“Careful, pet, can’t take it back once it’s been set in motion,” Alfie warned you, a hint of his dark nature returning. Then you felt his hand clamp around your throat possessively as he snaked his tongue into your mouth, sparking a desperate clash for dominance and ending with your eventual surrender for air. 

“You and I are the same, Alfie,” you gasped as you balanced a hand on his sweaty chest. Nuzzling his nose with yours you continued, “We need each other for this, the oxytocin.” Nibbling at his lip you admitted wantonly, “I like it when you do bad things to me.”

He gripped your face as he forced you to look up at him. “Think you might be right, but let’s get one thing straight cause I’m a dodgy fucker myself. As long as you’re still breathing, don’t ever think of leaving me.” The low rumble of his voice hypnotized you in such a way you couldn’t deny him. You held his intense gaze as you shook your head.

“Never,” you vowed. 

And that’s how the evening began, plotting to take Tommy’s crown so you could become Alfie’s queen.

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[martyrgraph]

paul anderson as arthur shelby.

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[millieml]

Aven Shelby : Closeted no more

Shelby!sis

Tommy catching his younger sister within a lie, and dreaded truths are revealed. Coming out of the closet (quite literally and metaphorically)

word count: 3.3k

warnings: swearing, overwhelming gayness, shouting, kissing/heated - hickey

Soft laughs echoed through the kitchen directly below my room, the walls of our house thin and hollow. I could hear Aunt Polly’s scolding words being launched towards John after a crude joke was made, I could practically see the smirk on his face despite being upstairs - out of sight. And, although it was late and I had been sent to bed hours earlier,  I was wide awake.

“Aven?” A soft voice whispered beside me.

Dark brown eyes lock onto mine, and there we lay, snuggled up in secret on my very own bed. We had been in the same position for the past few hours, all thanks to myself - having done an excellent job at sneaking her into the house before being sent upstairs, going completely unnoticed by my family, not like they ever pay much attention to me anyways.

Warmth seeped through my veins as Lottie held eye contact with me, my arm tightly wrapped around her waist, Lottie’s head resting comfortably on my shoulder, her head every now and again being pushed against the side of my neck. This felt new, safe even.

“mmhpm” I acknowledged slightly, feeling sleepy with her tucked into me like this. I wish we could stay like this forever.

As we lay in bed, happiness soaking up any bad thoughts floating through my mind, I listen closely to the life downstairs. Soft laughs, loud laughs, Aunt Polly scolding John once more for, well anything that he would have done I guess. It was nice to finally relax, to enjoy a moment like this in private. God knows how long I’ve waited just to have her in my embrace.

Lottie’s head of blonde waves now rested across the comfort of my chest; her left arm wrapped tightly around my torso. This was warmth, her touch, her presence, when she’s not near me I can’t describe how I feel, but something is always missing without her.

Cherishing this moment that is bound to end, I bring my hand to her loose soft curls, gently stroking the top of her head. Her dark brown eyes are covered by thick black lashes on the edge of her closed eyelids. It seems someone else is also tired.

The soft intakes and exhales of breath highlight the little noise in my bedroom, my heart swells knowing the trust she must have in me, and how safe she must feel to be able to sleep whilst being where she is.

I love that about her, I love everything about her, but knowing she wants this, us, despite our differences in backgrounds - melts my heart in every way possible.

I’ve waited for this day to arrive for quite some time, despite our relationship occurring over the past four months, we haven’t had the opportunity to hold each other like this, its been a lot harder than one might think to sneak around in the society we live in.

No matter where you turn, there is always someone there, whether it’s a blinder who’s been sent to stalk me and keep me from having a normal life, or whether it’s a nosy creep ready to gossip the first chance they get.

Life has been stressful, I couldn’t risk the two of us being caught, and many might say that no one would be suspicious of two girls hanging around each other, but it’s not that simple.

Am I supposed to just act like I have no feelings towards her? I have to physically distract myself from wanting to take her hips in my grip and pull her into me any chance I get.

My love sign is touch, and as much as it pisses me off, I couldn’t live without it. That feeling that floods through me as I embrace her, as I stare at the girl I fell in love with, its rare and when it arrives it stays.

As I look back down at the girl in my hold, my hand automatically reaches out to brush a fallen gold strand away from her eyes. The simple action causes a stir in Lottie, and the dark brown eyes I long to see come into view.

“so beautiful” The words slip out of my mouth naturally as I get the whole image of her in front of me.

Her eyes light up at my words, a bright smile tugs at her lips as a tint of pink hits the skin of her cheeks. I can’t help but chuckle at her reaction and how flustered she has become under the influence of two singular words.

A smooth, small hand, caresses the side of my face, slowly gliding down to my jawline as Lottie pulls herself up slightly. My left arm instinctively wraps itself around her waist, pulling her immensely closer as she resumes her tracing of my face.

“I love you, Aven”, The melodic sound rings through my ears, my hands grip tighter on her waist as I roll the two of us over, pressing her back into the pulpy mattress underneath the two of us.

My attention locks onto her soft lips begging to be touched, and I do as such, leaning forward and gently taking them in mine, kissing her slowly; softly.

One arm steadies my weight beside her head as my hand tucks itself behind her curls, cradling her and moving the two of us closer. I reach the other one down, running my thumb over the bottom of her rib cage, feeling the heat seep further between our bodies.

The kiss deepens, her small hands grip onto my back, begging for more. I press further into the kiss, seeking her approval as she opens her mouth, allowing my tongue to find her own. Hips push up into mine, trying anything to find the friction she so desperately needs.

A breathless chuckle escapes my lips as I pull back ever so slightly, teasing her further.

Lottie whimpers at the loss of contact, a smirk pulling itself up to my lips as I look down at her helpless state. Her hair is hotly messy, and a large flush has spread across her face, highlighting the darkness of her brown eyes.

“please” She whimpers adorably, leaning up to kiss me once more. Although, seeking my own enjoyable pleasure with her neediness, I prolong myself from allowing the contact, and pull back slightly further once more.

A small cry withers its way from her lips as I bring myself to speak.

“What’s wrong hmm? tell me what you need love” I speak quietly, all of my senses focused on the sight below me.

“y-you, you Aven”

“Good girl” I compliment, and with that my lips descend on hers and I press my hips down inter hers, our bodies moulding lovingly as I give in and kiss her with so much passion.

She hums happily into my mouth, the vibration sending a chill up my skin, I feel myself flush.

I take her right leg and wrap it around my hips, pulling her closer. Much to my enjoyment, she does the same with her left leg and before I know what’s happening she’s twisting us round and straddling my lap, the two of us in a sitting position, our chests heaving against each other as we slow things down.

Familiar soft, plump lips attach to my neck, finding my pleasurable spot and sucking harshly on the area of skin. Her lips glitch against my neck as I press her further against me, pulling her fully flush upon me, - a low moan escaping my lips as her teeth dig in, bruising me and creating a small mark.

However, just as fate seems to have it...

A loud crash snaps the two of us out of our moment, followed by the sound of footsteps thudding up the stairs. I can tell immediately who they belong to. Panic floods through my veins as I slip Lottie off me and pull her into my closet, shutting the door and slipping back onto my bed.

As soon as I sit, my door slams open.

There my brother stands, his eyes holding fury as he points at me with anger.

“Fuck where you this morning, eh?!” He growls out accusingly, however his voice comes out in more of a whisper, the low tone grasping my full attention.

My heart stutters at his anger, a million things flashing through my mind as I try to evaluate the situation I am in.

This morning I was with Lottie, behind Uncle Charlies stables in a field. We’d hang out there most days, cuddling up for half an hour or so before people got suspicious of my whereabouts.

The problem was that Tommy had brought me to the backroom of the Garrison this morning and had left me to count some money for him. I wasn’t expecting him to notice my absence. I guess I should have known better.

“Er I—” I stutter out before he cuts me off.

“No! You weren’t at the fuckin’ Garrison, John went looking for you, but the money was left out and there was no sight of you.” His voice lowers dangerously towards the end. His voice gradually loosing the rage as the under lying tone of betrayal sounds through.

His footsteps reach towards me as he bends down, two hands on either side of the bed. His blue eyes mercifully stare into mine as I try my hardest to keep my head up and not act intimidated.

“So, is this how it’s gonna be? eh?” He speaks lowly, his voice almost un hearable, however I hear each syllable, loud and clear.

“Tommy I- “My words faded out as his eyes pierced into mine, causing my head to drop and give in almost instantly.

I hated being any kind of disappointment to Tommy, after all, he is my brother and has done a lot for our family, especially when we are without both parents.

“I don’t understand, you’re always goin’ at us all about being more involved, but whenever I give u an instruction you don’t fuckin’ listen!” Strictness seeps through his words, signifying the importance of this betrayal he feels he’s faced.

I scoff at his words, “So now you care? Oh piss this, when have you ever paid any remote attention to my life, all you give a shit about is business, you’re never around!” I lash out, the heat of the moment suddenly angering me.

Cold fingers grip my chin ever so slightly, as he tilts my head back up, forcing me to look straight at him. I whimper pathetically at the feeling, especially as my hair moves slightly, and my previously kissed skin is revealed.

The air is cold, and as soon as I feel the breeze across my neck, I know that it would be a miracle if he hadn’t seen the marks. The darkening of eyes and furrowing of brows only plummet my chances of hope as his fingers tighten on my chin.

Much to my surprise, he releases me from his grip, and instead stands at his full height. Pacing slightly back and forth he freezes, sending me a death stare as he rummages around his pockets for a cigarette.

After lighting one and placing it inside his mouth, he releases a puff before beginning his so-called interrogation.

“Give me his name” The coldness devours his words, disgust lacing through, showing his disapproval. He must think I’m a whore, that his sister throws himself at people and wants to get money other ways.

Ridiculous. Not once has he seen me with a boy, other than Isaiah, and he’s more like a cousin then anything. I don’t even like men, that’s my problem, I don’t like what I’m supposed to.

Not knowing how my family will react if they ever find out, not knowing whether I will have a life that I can live with. Its all so overwhelming and frightening, but now that I am in this situation I’m scared.

“I said give me his fuckin’ name.”

“I- it’s not- “The words catch in my throat; I can’t physically get them out and the frustration brings tears to my eyes. 

Why on earth did I ever open my mouth? If i didn’t lash out before, and controlled my temper, he probably wouldn’t have noticed anything!

Refusing to let them fall, I swallow them down, blinking them away as quick as they appeared.

The sound of a creak snaps the attention away from me, and a surge of panic rises through me as I realise the noise came from my closet.

Tommy’s rage heightens further as he storms dangerously towards the closet, throwing the door open only to pause as he finds who is inside.

Lottie stands tall, pressed harshly back against the flat of the closet, putting as much distance between the two of them as possible.

I hate myself for putting her in this situation, and not only am I worrying about my family knowing this secret I have held my entire life, but I am now worried of losing the people I love – Lottie included.

Tommy scoffs, his eyes threateningly catching onto mine, “so this is who you've become Aven? a liar?”

“Both of you get changed, my office.” And with one last huff he leaves the room, slamming the door against the wall as he makes his way downstairs.

I let out a shaky breath, terrified more than I will ever admit.

“A-Aven” Lottie’s voice cracks as her eyes a widened and slightly glossy.

“Shh its okay baby, come here” I speak, my voice failing me halfway as I stand up and make my way towards her.

Despite having a tough aspect, no one can blame her shell for cracking under that situation, he could have shot her for all I know. Before opening the closet, he could have easily put a bullet through the flimsy wooden material. And if that was the case, I wouldn’t be standing here, hearing her heartbeat thud against my own as I swarm her in a tight hug.

“C’mon we need to go love” I whisper, only to have her face press closer to my neck and her hands tighten around my back.

It was clear that she was shaking extensively, but we needed to go now and if we dawdled for any longer, we would risk Tommy coming back, and that was not something we needed another round on.

“I’m scared Aven” She whispers as I pull back and take her trembling hand in mine.

“And that’s okay, we can be scared together, just know that whatever happens, I will always love you okay?” This time I let the tears fall, refusing to have them appear whilst facing my brother.

After saying our last few sentences to each other, we timidly walk downstairs, I lead the way as we reach the kitchen, feeling the emptiness of the room as we make our journey through the betting Den and towards Tommy’s new office.

As we reach our dreaded destination, I knock twice, hoping to delay any sort of time before one of the scariest moments of my life.

“Come in”

With that, I push the door open and stop in my tracks as I see who else is present.

Tommy, John, Arthur.

Fuck.

“Sit down Aven and….” He raises his eyebrows towards Lottie, who freezes at the sudden attention.

“Lottie” She states quietly, the tense atmosphere of the room stealing the spotlight.

Arthur and John look more confused than anything, whereas Tommy’s expression is once again unreadable.

Slouching down in the chair opposite his fancy desk, I look back towards Lottie, nodding at the chair next to me as I feel the eyes of all three brothers on me.

“What’s this all about then Tom?” Arthur breaks the silence between the four of us.

Tommy doesn’t reply straight away, instead he looks at me, almost as if he is offering me a chance to explain to our older brother, but there was no way I could just admit to it like that.

“Its alright brother, just needed to set something straight between us and our Aven here.” He adds, much to my confusion. I was surprised he hadn’t outed me yet; I was waiting for the humiliation and rejection from my family, and because of that, I couldn’t focus on anything.

Arthur shuts up after Tommy’s explanation and instead takes a quick glimpse towards John with a shrug.

“Okay, so its come to my attention that we need to discuss some rules. Rules that I would’ve thought were rather simple, but here we are.” Tommy coughs halfway through his sentence, tapping a few bits of ash out of his cigarette as he pauses.

“This about this morning and the garrison?” John puts two and two together, trying to wrap his head around Tommy’s odd behaviour.

“Partly, partly John yes.” He nods in reply, taking another drag of his cig as his eyebrows furrow together.

“You see, its come to my attention, other’s too, that you’ve been running around, not sticking to places you are meant to be. This isn’t a case up for discussion, eh? It’s simple, if I know where you are and that you’re safe, that’s one less thing for me to worry about – Arthur and John will say the same.

And, as much as I want you to have the freedom, and not be pented up all the time, if you ever think about going somewhere or sneaking about behind mine or any Shelby’s back then that freedom will be gone, and you’ll be stuck in your room until I decide otherwise.”

The room is silent for a few moments, before the large sound of a slam has me jumping in my seat. Tommy slams his hand down on his desk, his finger pointing directly at me.

“Eh! Got it?!”

“Y-Yes Tom” I manage to choke out, pushing back the gushes of tears threatening to unravel how I truly feel. I understood what he was saying of course I did, but that didn’t change the fact that I had to sneak around in order to be happy and hide this relationship from my family.

“Right, that’s all Arthur, John.” He points to the door, leaning back in his chair as he fishes out his lighter for another smoke.

Relief floods through me, as despite the hesitation, both Arthur and John leave, leaving just Tommy alongside the two of us.

“What’s your last name.” Tommy asks calmly, the anger dissipated from his voice as he speaks to my girlfriend beside me.

I can sense her hesitation, clearly worried about the aftermath that this could cause for her or her family. The last thing she needed was her parents finding out about her relationship with not just a Shelby, but a Shelby sister.

“Tom- “He glances towards me, silencing me instantly.

“Haywood” Lottie answers strongly, sitting up slightly in her chair as she sends a quick glimpse in my direction, a small smile ghosting her mouth as she tries to tell me that she is indeed okay.

“Lottie what are you to my sister?” The question pours from his mouth, and the shock of the boldness has the two of us freezing in our seats, worried instantly about what to say and how to move forward.

I couldn’t let her answer for me, despite the question being directed towards her, the simple answer told Tommy the truth, and if it doesn’t come from my mouth, I will regret it for the rest of my life.

“She’s my girlfriend.” I lean forward, forearms resting on my knees, covered by tightly fitted trousers. My head bows knowing the information my brother has just received.

“Hmm, that’s interesting. Well, I’d appreciate it if you weren’t in my sisters bedroom without my knowledge again, alright?” His deep voice echoes through one ear and out of the other.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, ‘again’! Does that mean there will be a second time, or a third, fourth or fifth! My skin felt flushed, and my heart was practically leaping out of my chest as I stared at my older brother in pure shock and disbelief.

Tommy pushes his chair back, stumps out his cigarette, before making the small journey towards my seat. He bends down, one knee on the floor, back straight as he cups my face in both of his hands.

“I’m angry because you couldn’t feel as if you could tell me about this, but on a more serious level, I'm livid with you on how easy it seems to have been for you to lie to me, and to the rest of us. Fuckin’ hell!, You’re my little sister. Nearly seventeen or not, you still answer to me. This is not something you can be reckless about, eh?” he motions to Lottie and I.

“Aven, nothing about who you are will ever stop me from loving you, you’re my little sister and you always will be, understood?” He speaks in the same gruff voice as always, wiping away the flow of tears streaming down my face as I break in his hold.

All that anxiety and worry about what the future could hold for me has disappeared, I feel safe within the comfort of my brother, my best friend.

#peaky blinders #shelby sister #shelby!sis #shelby!sister #shelby sister imagine #shelby sister coming out #coming out #john shelby #aunt polly #peaky blinder sister #peaky blinder imagine

[zodiyack]

Bonnie meeting Ellie for the first time 🥺😩

He fell in love with one Shelby, then another ❤️

I'm gonna add a little twist, but its still cute nonetheless

Fic below the cut

Bonnie was instructed to wait outside by Y/n, left with the knowledge that she was supposedly just grabbing something really quick before she were to meet him outside again. His curiosity got the best of him, however, when she hadn't returned for a good twenty minutes. He pushed open the door lightly and poked his head into the Shelby home. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and no one appeared to be in the room, so he pursued his quest in finding Y/n.

"Y/n?" He made himself known as he looked around, deciding it was ultimately best to wait in the sitting room rather than snoop elsewhere. "Y/N, love, are you ready?"

He earned a reply, yet, not quite the one he was expecting.

"Mummy's busy."

Bonnie whipped his hear around, then down to meet the eyes of a small girl. "Well, whatever might your name be?"

"Elizabeth Shelby." She struggled only slightly to get the words out, her tiny voice chipper yet soft. "Do you know mummy?"

"...Is Y/N your mummy?" The girl nodded. "Then yes, I do know your mummy. She and I are supposed to go have dinner soon, but as you said, she's busy."

"You can play with me 'til mummy is no busy!" Bonnie chuckled and nodded, accepting the invitation of the small bundle of joy beaming up at him.

So they played, Ellie showing him her favorite books and toys, requesting that he read to her, then play, then read, and the cycle went on. Y/N took some more time, but it didn't matter to Bonnie, as time seemed to fly as he played with the mini-her. Pretty soon, he found himself in the arm chair across the fire, quite drowsy, with little Ellie sat in his lap, drooling away to Dreamland. He wanted to the same, but the only thing that kept him from doing so was knowing he had to wait for Y/N.

Just as he thought his droopy eyes would betray him, a door atop the staircase clicked open. "I'm so sorry for taking so long, I- Oh." Y/N paused, a smile slipping upon her face at the sight. "I see you've met Ellie."

#zodiyack #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #the peaky blinders #peaky blinders x shelby!reader #elizabeth Shelby #ellie shelby #shelby!sis #x reader #reader insert #all readees #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader insert #shelby!sister #shelby family #shelby!reader #elizabeth l Shelby

[jane-gunson123]

John Shelby master list

Met His Match- In which John Shelby meets his match in the form of a pretty, bold, resilient northern gangster.

#john shelby imagine #john x shelby!sis #john shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky fookin blinders

[huntingingoodwill]

waterloo! (t.s.)

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send in requests for my 1.3k sleepover 💕

requested by: @notyour-valentine (tysm bb!)

pairing: 1970s! au tommy shelby x reader

“Hurry! It’s about to start!” You whined, impatient. 

You stood outside your front door, watching Tommy take his time rummaging through his pockets to fish out the keys. 

“ABBA!” You exclaimed, perfectly in sync with the host. 

“ABBA!” You exclaimed, perfectly in sync with the host. 

“ABBA!” You exclaimed, perfectly in sync with the host. 

The cameras cut toward the band and you cheered, squealing as the opening riff of Waterloo kicked into life, the lively twang blaring through the room as you turned up the volume. The music exploded from each slam of the piano keys, and you watched excitedly as the singers appeared on screen, glittering in their costumes as they lifted the microphones to their lips. 

You hummed along, nodding your head to the beat. Tommy slowly made his way into the room, having swung his suit jacket over his shoulder, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He watched you, happily nodding your head to the music, splayed out on the ground in your best dress. 

“This is what you made us leave early for?” He chuckled, a little incredulous as you nodded your head, eyes not breaking away from the screen for a second. “I don’t get why you like this band so much.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What’s not to love?”  

“Their outfits for one.”  He remarked, voice dripping with derision. 

You squinted at the screen, the sequins of their jumpsuits glittering even through the grainy footage. 

“I quite like the outfits. You could do with a pair of those.” Your nail clinked against the glass as you pointed at Björn’s boots as he teetered on them, the towering platforms making his svelte body rise into the air like a skyscraper. 

“Not my style.” He muttered, the soft click of his lighter sounding out behind you as he settled into the couch, the smell of tobacco filling the air as he took his first puff. 

“I still think you ought to try it, people might actually listen to you once you’re taller.” You teased. He leaned down, swatting you affectionately on the leg. “Well, there’s more to them than the outfits. I quite like this song in particular.” 

“Why’s that?” 

You tossed a coy smile over your shoulder. “It reminds me of us.”

“Really?” 

You rolled over, getting up on your feet again. Your hips swayed to the rhythm as you held your hands out to Tommy. He took hold of them, allowing you to pull him up from the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bobbing from side to side, getting him to dance with you. He did so, a little begrudgingly, but soon, his steps fell into the rhythm of the music, an amused smile dancing across his lips. 

“Listen to the lyrics, darling.” You smiled, plucking the cigarette from his lips and taking a puff for yourself. “When I met you, I was convinced I wouldn’t cave into you.” 

“In what sense?” He replied. 

“Well, I knew I was done for the moment I saw you, but I wouldn’t let myself fall in love with you. That, and I wouldn’t let your Blinders take over my territory.”  

“Sorry about that. Had I known a girl as lovely as you was the leader of one of my rival gangs I would have taken a kinder approach.” He chuckled, extending his arm and twirling you away from him, pulling you back in once more as the two of you stepped across the room. “But I was persistent.”  

“You nearly shot me.” You laughed. 

He shrugged. “Persistent. I was persistent after that too, sending you flowers everyday.” 

“My office reeked of roses for three months.” You shot back, voice shaky with laughter. 

“But I won you over, eventually.” He smiled, proud of himself, even now. “The territories… well, they’ve been 50/50 ever since our wedding day, so I consider that a win.” 

“Oh, you won.” You conceded as he spun you around once more, making you feel giddy with joy. “You certainly defeated me.” You grinned, echoing the lyrics as the two of you turned to gaze at the TV, swaying from side to side. 

“Promise to love you, forevermore!” You sang along with a cheesy dramaticness, holding your balled fist to your lips like you were performing with all your might into a microphone. 

You held the invisible mic to his lips, watching as he rolled his eyes, silent as the girls on TV sang on. 

“C’mon.” You laughed, nudging him. 

“Knowing my fate is to be with you.” He muttered bashfully. 

You cheered, pulling him close. 

From that day on, whenever Waterloo came on, no matter time nor place, the two of you would dance. It was an odd choice, to everyone around you, your intimidating statures melting away at the first opening keys of the bright, cheery song. But how could you resist? It was your song, after all.

#tommy shelby fic #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby blurbs #tommy shelby imagines #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders fics #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders imagine #bbc peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #70s au #70s! peaky blinders

[wildpeachfarm]

https://youtu.be/PXN2OcS4O0k?si=mT-WyUW5YtVeEezW

youtuber Jimmy Robins did an AMAZING video about the george and caiti situation (don’t worry the thumbnail is lowkey clickbait), he tells shelby’s story at the start and praises for how she handled it and then goes onto the gnf story while also pointing out the holes in her story, he gives his opinion at the end (which i think is fair criticism)

i’d definitely add this onto the list of ccs commentating about this situation !!

awesome thank you for the recommendation anon!

#ask #anon #anti drummyache tag

[veeisdunn]

hi, hope youre doing well.

you said you would love to start writing again, and i just have this comforting thought with tommy as reader's brother

(tw: sh, scars, suicide ideation)

just, accomplishing a milestone of being clean, you look back at your scars, and stracing them with your fingertips. hmm, and maybe tommy keeps up with his promise of getting some air with him, at least once a week, and you catch up. i can see him noticing you strace onto them, and he does the same, and his genuine and loving brotherly side comes through. he tells you he loves you and is proud of you, just thankful for you <33

you can see this as a request or a prompt to write about, but you could also just see this as sharing tommy shelby brotherly love to his sibling <3 much love

Milestones

Tommy Shelby x sister!reader

I'm back!! Genuinely didn't think anyone would give a shit about my extended hiatus but I've been proven wrong. I'm going to be working through my requests so if you've requested, just know it's coming!! Thank you so much for the support and all the kind words, hopefully I haven't lost whatever kind of writing spark I may or may not have had...

To the lovely human who requested this, I really hope you especially enjoy it!!

warning: talks of self harm, description of self harm scars, mentions of suicidal ideation

WC: 2.2K

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"No, look, as much as I'd love to come and watch you get the shit beaten out of you, I already have plans, Arthur." Tommy argues, hunched over the dining room table with a mess of papers.

"You and your fucking plans, Tommy." Arthur calls out, with an undertone of amusement, as he trudges out of the room.

You pass Arthur, your oldest brother, in the corridor, waltzing down with a skip in your step.

"What's got you so excited, love?" he chuckles

You smile and shake your head "Nothing much, don't get yourself killed tonight Arthur, okay?"

"Full of smart ideas, you are, eh?" He rests his weathered hand on your shoulder for a second and gives it a reassuring squeeze, "It's nice to see you happy again, Y/N." He smiles sincerely. You beam back.

"I'm just going to see Tommy" you explain

"Ah, well don't get disappointed, love, he has plans."

"They're with me." you admit, giddily

Arthur pretends to be deeply offended by this, "Tommy! I went in the fucking trenches with you, and now you're missing my fight to spend time with Y/N?!" he shouts back into the dining room

"Oh I'm sure Y/N could have been in France if she were old enough, she wouldn't have complained nearly as much as you." Tommy yells back.

You giggle and kiss Arthur on the cheek to wish him good luck before bidding him farewell.

When you walk in the dining room, you get the impression that Tommy is knee deep in some kind of bureaucratic nonsense, his papers scattered across the mahogany wood. Part of you expects him to tell you to leave - but he defies your pessimistic expectations.

"Right, let's go." He announces, slapping his knees and turning away from his work. You raise your eyebrows, as if to say "we don't have to go" but he ignores this and leads you from the room. He strides down the cavernous corridors of Arrow House while you nearly have to run just to keep up.

"Tommy…" you whine, trying to get him to slow down. He just laughs and walks faster.

You sigh, "Tommy!" you shout, frustrated. Instead of responding, he starts to run.

"Thomas Shelby!" you shout again, giggling as you kick off your wedge heels and run barefoot after him.

Eventually, you catch up with him at the front door. "Glad you could join me, Y/N!" Your brother teases as he puts on his coat. You roll your eyes and slide your shoes back on, slipping into your own coat.

The pair of you stroll down the sinuous path leading away from the house and into rolling fields. Tommy lights a cigarette and takes a long puff, unintentionally hitting you in the face with a cloud of smoke. He sees this and wordlessly slows down to walk on the other side of you. You admire how your brother can be so careless and thoughtful at the same time. You grin and look down at the path in front of you sheepishly.

This never gets old - you're weekly walks with Tommy. A couple of hours where you could both forget about the world around you and simply enjoy eachothers' company. You'd been reflecting on the past six months a lot recently, and today was finally the day you could proclaim you were six months clean from self-harm.

The routine started by mistake - around when you were found out. You were terrified, and rightly so. How could your family possibly understand this? They'd all done their fair share of bad things, but this? What you couldn't see was the complex cocktail of emotions your family was experiencing. Tommy, in particular, was infuriated with himself. The pair of you had always had a special connection, but then he found out you were suffering silently, hurting yourself, and you refused to confide in anyone. That's where the walks came in. Your brother was sick of watching you wallow inside the four walls of your bedroom, he practically had to drag you out. Knowing you were completely alone with Tommy helped you to open up - as he'd suspected, the house was suffocating you.

"I do this a lot. When I need to clear my head, I come out here and I watch the birds. Sometimes, if I'm really angry, I shoot them. But, you're not the violent type, eh? That's why this is so concerning to me"

"You know, Tommy, I never wanted to hurt anyone." you begin to sob, "I… I just have so many horrible thoughts, but I don't want to tell people, because they aren't nice to hear."

"Can I tell you something, Y/N? I am hurt."

Hearing this, you widen your eyes and your heart sinks. This was your worst fear, the reason you'd been taking things out on yourself in the first place.

"I'm hurt, Y/N. I'm hurt because I haven't been around enough for you. And I'm hurt because you're hurting. I don't want either of us to be in pain anymore, don't you?"

You never really had the words to express to Tommy how much that conversation meant to you. After hearing him, you made a vow to yourself that this would all stop. The only emotion you had which was stronger than your misery was your love for your family. You couldn't bear to stand them suffering.

You never really had to tell Tommy how much the conversation had helped you. You made it apparent through your actions - after a week had dragged by, you found yourself knocking tentatively on Tommy's office door again, feeling like a scared child.

"Tommy, can we please go on another walk? I want to talk."

He felt both relieved but also rather smug after that day - Tommy had cracked the code. He also grew to find this time beneficial for himself as well. When he was out alone with you, he wasn't 'Thomas Shelby, the criminal-soldier turned politician'. He was just Tommy.

" - Y/N? Are you even listening?" Tommy's gruff voice cut through your daydream

"yeah, mhm, of course" you reply, slightly flustered

"right so what's your answer, yes or no?"

Fuck. Yes is good… usually? Right? But this is Tommy, he could be asking anything. Maybe a no would be better - chances are Tommy is scheming something dangerous, and you should probably be the voice of reason.

"No, Tommy." You say with false confidence

"No? You don't want me to take a week off to spend time with you once your classes are over?" He chuckles

"Shit, no, yes! Yes I do! That sounds lovely, Tommy, really." you splutter desperately while he continues to smile.

"You weren't listening, love, weren't you?"

"No…" you whine, "Sorry…"

He lets out a soft laugh. "Well, if I have a ramble about some stuff, do you think you could listen to me?"

—

" …and then he told me that the cabinet don't see any of this as a priority anyway" Tommy sighed, finishing his rant which explained the mountains of paperwork he was buried in.

You don't have any advice to give, politics isn't one of your expertise, afterall. You rest your head on his shoulder and hum, as if to say "I hear you, [insert meaningful political statement here]" - or something like that.

He hums back, as if you're two birds in a song. You are both huddled under a willow tree, watching the sun set over the sown fields of the estate. Tommy treasures these moments in particular - you both sat in comfortable silence, breathing in the soft country air. He took comfort in the peaceful nature of your breathing, and how your silky hair tickled his neck with each exhale.

Your fingers absentmindedly found their way to your wrist, the memories of pain you held being particularly potent on this anniversary. You gently traced over the bumpy skin, you'd gotten used to this feeling - most people would probably hate having such shredded, scarred skin but you much preferred it to bleeding. Feeling the scars reminded you of how far you'd come, seeing that many of them were no longer red and angry reminded you that you were healing.

As Tommy put out his cigarette, he caught sight of your fingers caressing your wrist. Thinking about it made his heart sink - it had been awhile since you'd both spoken about it, and it had been even longer since he'd actually seen your wrists.

You'd had an awful day at school; you teacher had chastised you in front of the entire class for an essay you'd turned in late. You'd been clean about a month and you were struggling to keep it that way. You weren't expecting any of your close family to be around Small Heath, so you stormed through the front door and up the stairs, throwing your leather satchel of books across the room. You then went under your bed to search for your emergency box - containing a blade and some bandages. You weren't actually sure if you were going to use it, but you wanted the option.

That's how Tommy found you. He'd heard the noise, you'd have to be deaf not to. He let himself in your room and was greeted with the sight of you on the floor in tears, a blade in your hand.

He scrambled down to the floor and snatched the blade from your hand, putting it in his pocket. "Hey, Y/N, Y/N, look at me, okay?" He said frantically. You looked up at him with your glazed eyes and said nothing, paralyzed in fear. He wasted no time in rolling your sleeves up to check your wrists. He sighed a breath of relief to see only pinkish lines and scabs - no fresh cuts.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again, alright?" He wheezed to get his breath back, before engulfing you in a tight hug.

That was five months ago, and those dark, angry scars had lightened to create a cluster of white lines on your wrist. He moves his hand closer to yours, "may I?" he asks, gesturing to your wrist. You nod, not really sure what else to say. His touch on your scars sends shivers through your body. He raises his eyebrows at your reaction.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it just feels weird."

He sighs and rhythmically runs his fingers across the bumps on your skin.

"They look better" he speaks in a low, tender voice

"it's been six months"

"six months today?"

You nod. Tommy cracks a wide smile, expelling the tension in the air. He takes his hand from your wrist and slings his arm firmly around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

"You never cease to amaze me, Y/N, you know that, right?"

You blush and look down at your lap. He puts his free hand under your chin and gently guides your eyes to meet his.

"I know you get embarrassed hearing it, but I'm so proud of you Y/N, I'm so proud." Tommy speaks with a kind and earnest tone.

You scrunch your eyebrows, not wanting to take his love, "But most people never hurt themselves in the first place, Tom."

"Don't lessen your achievements, you aren't most people, Y/N. I don't care what they've all done or not done, I can bet you've fought harder than all of em" He says lovingly, squeezing your shoulder.

You can't argue with that, you have fought like hell to get to where you are.

"And, Y/N, I don't think I say it enough, but I love you. I love everything about you, even the parts of yourself that you don't like. I love all of you." Tommy's voice is quiet, almost as if he's whispering to you. You lift your hand up to your face and wipe away some stray tears.

"No, no, c'mere Y/N" he protests, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing your cheeks tenderly. This just makes you cry even more, your head collides with his chest as you try to calm your tears. Tommy wraps his arms around you and rocks you gently, resting his chin on your head.

"It's just - I just love you so much Tommy, but I don't think I show you enough and then… and then I feel so bad because I feel like I look ungrateful for everything you do for me but I'm so grateful Tom, and I just don't know how to show people that I care." You cry, you're angry at yourself, tears still flowing down your cheeks.

"Y/N? just take a breath, okay? Take a deep breath" Tommy reminds you, resting his hands on your shoulders, pressing his forehead against yours, "Just breathe, alright?"

You follow his words and take a shaky breath.

"You know, you're the last person who should be worrying about that kind of thing. You don't have to announce your love for people every day, you're actions speak louder than your words, love. You're a good person, you do everything with good intentions, and it's clear as day how much you care about everyone around you. I don't know many people who care as much as you do, Y/N." Tommy smiles, looking you in the eyes.

You smile, a few tears still falling. You sniffle.

"I love you, Tom."

"I love you… more." he smirks

"We are not having this argument again."

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please drop me a comment or message with any feedback or suggestions! I'd love to hear from you ♡

Vee x

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#peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #shelby #angst #comfort #hurt #shelby sister #peaky fookin blinders #cillian murphy #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinder imagines #peaky binders imagine #imagines #shelby sis #tw self harm #peaky blinders x sister!reader

[theshelbyclan]

Getting away with murder

Summary: Teddy knows she can get away with murder when it comes to her brothers, but maybe she really did go too far this time

A/N: I have no idea how this one started, where the idea came from, but I had a vision and couldn’t let the idea go... enjoy!

Words: 3324

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“Oh,” John took a deep breath and turned to his sister. Then he whispered again, “Oh, Teddy... oh, you didn’t...”

“I didn’t mean to!” she hissed back, “Obviously, this is not what I had in mind either!”

John looked at Arthur again, who had just walked into the shop. It was still early, so only the Shelby’s were present. Thank God. Suddenly, John burst out laughing, but luckily he was too far away for Arthur to hear. To Teddy he said, “Well, it was nice knowing you.”

Teddy fidgeted nervously, “What do I do? Do you think I can fix it?”

“That?” Giggles erupted from John now, “Absolutely not.”

“Fuck...” Teddy sighed deeply, “Tommy’s going to kill me too.”

“Look at your oldest brother, fucking look at him! Look at what you’ve done to the poor man!” John pointed, his voice nearing hysterics now, “And you’re afraid of Tommy?”

The truth was, Teddy wasn’t quite sure who to be more afraid of. On the one hand there was Arthur, who would indeed explode, but his temper was like dynamite and therefore short-lived. Then there was Aunt Polly, who raised her with an iron fist and seemed to have a wide variety of punishments at her disposal when needed, all of them horrible. And lastly, Tommy, feared by all and with good reason. Just the thought of his piercing eyes made Teddy knees wobble.

“Stop laughing!” she hissed, “I’m going to get killed no matter what, so what the fuck do I do now? Maybe I can, you know, make it a little less bloody?”

He looked down at his youngest sister and John could feel a little pang of sympathy for her. In many ways, the two of them were alike: they often didn’t think their actions through. And here she was again, finding herself in serious trouble, as she so often did. He did want to help, mainly because he liked her too much to be killed this young, “Maybe if you tell Tommy what happened. He always likes that, when you’re honest, you know? Just tell him you made a small mistake.”

“Mistake?” Teddy spun around to face him, “a fucking small mistake? How in the hell am I going to pass that off as a small mistake?!”

“Tell him you had a seizure?” John giggled.

Teddy rolled her eyes, “Perhaps they won’t think it’s me.”

“Oh, they will. This has ‘Theodora Shelby’ written all over it.”

“Fuck.”

John looked at his sister again, who was biting at her nails nervously. People often thought she sought out trouble, and they were right, but not as often as everyone thought. Sometimes, bad things just seemed to happen to her as a result of some very bad judgement. But she didn’t mean for it to happen, not really... “Come on,” he grabbed Teddy and dragged her towards Tommy’s office, “It’s like a bandaid, alright? Just rip it off and do it quick!”

“No! John, no seriously I can’t...” Teddy protested, but he had his hand firmly on the cuff of her shirt and there was no escaping him. And before she could protest again, he’d pushed her into Tommy’s office.

Stumbling in, Teddy almost tripped over her own two feet. As soon as she met Tommy’s eyes, she turned around again, but there was John blocking her exit and he pushed her closer to him at once. Trapped between two brothers, Teddy couldn’t see a way out.

A massive toothy grin was plastered all over John’s face as he said, “Tom? Teddy here has something to tell you.”

“You fucking prick,” Teddy hissed at him, but that only caused him to laugh more.

But Tommy was busy, he was always busy, and whatever it was, he wasn’t in the mood for it. Still, he was the first one responsible for Teddy and he never tried to evade that responsibility. So, he demanded in a very strict and brotherly fashion, “And what exactly is John talking about, Teddy?”

“I don’t have a clue...”

Icy-blue eyes glared at her and Teddy gulped. Then he demanded, “Did John, by any chance, tell you I’d go easier on you if you told me yourself?”

Teddy’s jaw dropped. How the fuck did he work all of that out in just under a minute? How in the hell was Thomas Shelby, her brother, practically clairvoyant when it came to her mischief? And again, he could read her mind, “Gypsy witchcraft.”

So Teddy conceded, “Yes, he did.” She looked over at John, who was standing in the corner now, chewing his toothpick. It was like he was watching a film and enjoying every second of it. Silently, Teddy cursed him, even though she knew she’d gotten herself into this mess in the first place.

“Sit.” Tommy demanded, “Explain.”

Teddy sat down carefully and tried to find the best words she could, just to make this a little bit easier on herself. But there were no right words. “I wanted to help Arthur.”

As soon as she mentioned the word ‘help’, John burst out laughing again. Tommy held up a hand to silence him and narrowed his eyes at Teddy, “Help him with what exactly.”

“I thought... maybe he wanted to look a bit more like us?”

“In what way,” Tommy sighed and lit a cigarette. He’d spend twelve long years with his sister already, and still she managed to surprise him every day. So, he was mentally preparing himself for the worst, just in case.

“You know,” Teddy still tried to evade the question, “we’re dark and he’s... ginger?”

“Not anymore, he’s not...” John sniggered in the corner.

Tommy raised his eyebrows in question and waited for his sister to continue. As he waited, he tried to think like Teddy and imagine what she’d gone and done now, but for all his gypsy witchcraft, he still couldn’t worm his way into his sister’s crazy mind.

“I might have made a small mistake, Tommy,” Teddy finally confessed, echoing John, “when trying to fix Arthur’s hair.”

Tommy turned to John abruptly and he spoke to him like Teddy wasn’t even there anymore, “What the fuck has happened to Arthur’s hair?”

“Tommy, listen...” John held up his hands like he wanted to make clear he had nothing to do with this whatsoever, “I don’t know what she did to him, but the poor bastard looks fucking terrible.”

The older brother frowned again and leaned over his desk to study the guilty party’s face up close. She, in turn, tried to curl up in her chair, praying to God she could just disappear. But just as Tommy was about to open his mouth, a knock on the door sounded.

“What!” he barked.

“It’s me, Tom. I’ve got these papers for you to sign. Can’t work them out. Some boy dropped them off for you...” a familiar voice stumbled on the other side.

Tommy shot John a strict look and Teddy an absolutely lethal one. Then he called out, “Come in, Arthur.” And he quickly poured himself a drink, preparing himself for whatever the fuck was to come.

But he wasn’t prepared. As soon as Arthur stepped into the office and Tommy took one look at him, he spit out part of his whiskey across the table. Teddy wiped it gingerly off her face and tried to make herself even smaller. John, meanwhile, was dying.

Arthur, however, didn’t seem to have the vaguest idea what was going on. “You alright, brother?” he asked Tommy, as he handed over the papers.

Tommy managed to stumble, “Yeah, bad quality, that’s all... I’ll, Uhm, I’ll take a look at these, eh?”

“Right, well...” Arthur pointed at John suddenly, “What the fuck is wrong with him?”

“You dropped him as a baby, remember?” Tommy waved a dismissive hand, “He’s mad, ignore him. I’ll get these papers back to you as soon as I can, alright?” Teddy had to admire his ability to adapt.

“Yeah...” Arthur shot another look at John, who had his mouth covered with a hand now and appeared to be either laughing or choking, it was hard to tell. But he decided to just leave it be and left the office soon after.

Apart from the occasion snort from the corner, the office was dead silent once again. Finally Tommy spoke, “You fucked up his hair and he has no idea.”

Teddy quickly started, “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear, Tommy! I just made a small mistake!”

“A small mistake is when you accidentally drop a plate or lose a fucking button, Teddy, but that,” he pointed, “is something else entirely.”

“It’s not that bad, though, is it?” Teddy whimpered.

Tommy raised his eyebrows and sighed. Then he decided, “You’re on your own. You’ve officially gone too fucking far now and I’m not helping you.”

“But Tommy...”

“Nope! You’ve made your bed. I’ve told you again and again, Teddy, one of these days you’re going to get yourself killed and you’ve done it now. Congratulations.”

“Please, Tommy!” she pleaded, “It was an accident! I’ll do anything, I swear!”

“It was an accident, eh?”

“Yes! Well... sort of.”

“Oh, sort of...” he coughed a laugh, “So not really.”

Teddy sighed theatrically and was completely desperate now, “Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, alright?”

Tommy tried to do everything in his power to keep himself from smiling and he had managed so far. He slowly lifted his cigarette up to his lips and mused, “You’ll do anything?”

“Yes.”

“Without protesting or scheming? And without one fucking question in the fucking process?”

“Yes, fine.” Teddy sulked a little.

“Good!” Tommy stubbed out his cigarette and allowed some mirth to find its way onto his features, “Well in that case, you can start by telling me how exactly you managed to dye your eldest brother’s hair green!”

*****

Arthur Shelby sat in his office, surrounded by books and papers. He’d recently gotten into business with a local breeder and it had proven profitable, but there was a lot of paperwork involved.

“I need a drink,” he mumbled to himself.

As he crossed the betting shop, he saw no one because it was still early, only his youngest brother Finn. “Morning,” he greeted him, “Did you get the papers?”

Finn nodded wordlessly, with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“What?” Arthur demanded.

His brother pointed slowly at his head.

“Oh, right,” he nodded in reply while opening the door to go outside, “Almost forgot my cap. Thanks, Finn.”

After a few moments, Finn moved and muttered to himself, “Fuck. Teddy’s really done it now...” And he quickly went on his way to try and find her.

“So that’s why!” Finn burst into Tommy’s office as soon as he had spotted his youngest sister sitting there. “I knew you weren’t buying it for yourself! You hardly even bother to wash, let alone be pretty...”

“Thanks for that, Finn,” Teddy grumbled.

“I don’t mean that,” he protested, “I mean, you’re not like the other girls, who brush their hair and...”

Tommy held up a hand to silence him, “Bought what?”

“I think you’re very pretty, Teddy,” John smiled at his sister.

“I do too!” Finn sighed, “I just meant...”

“For fuck’s sake!” Tommy called out, “Teddy, you are beautiful and anyone who tells you different can fuck off. Now, back to the fucking business at hand: buy what?”

“Hair dye.”

A long sigh followed.

Teddy tried her best not to meet his eye, “I bought some black hair dye for Arthur. How was I supposed to know it would turn his hair green?”

“Because his hair is ginger, that’s why,” he replied darkly, “You really should have more girls as friends, Teddy, they probably could’ve told you this.”

“Oh...”

John swallowed some more laughs and asked, “What do we do?”

“There’s nothing we can do. We just have to make sure he doesn’t go out like this or we’ll lose all the respect we’ve earned around here.”

Finn dragged his feet across the floor a little, “Tommy, he just went out.”

“Fucking hell.”

“I made sure he wore a hat, so that’s something?”

“Right,” Tommy slammed a hand down on the table and decided he’d spend enough time on this nonsense, “Teddy, you are going to find your brother and you’re going to tell him what you did to the poor bastard.”

Teddy protested, “Tommy, I...”

“Nope!” he interrupted, “No more fucking excuses from you. Now, either you find a way to fix his hair or you convince him to cut it all off. I don’t give a fuck what you do, but you are going to repair whatever damage has been done to the good Shelby name, alright?”

“Yes, Tommy,” Teddy gave in, and with a heavy heart she stood up and left the room, with Finn in tow.

Only after she’d closed the door behind her, Tommy allowed himself to smile.

“Arthur is going to go mental,” John commented dryly.

“Just go and make sure that he hits a hole in some wall and not our beloved sister, eh?”

John turned around and just as he opened the door, said, “You know, if this was anyone else, you would’ve cut her.”

“Yes,” Tommy sighed, “but it’s Teddy and she can get away with murder with me and she fucking knows it.”

John turned smirked and turned to leave. But Tommy added, “So do you.”

“You’re going soft, big brother!” John called down the hall as he walked away.

“Am I?” Tommy muttered to himself, “Maybe I just have too many fucking younger siblings... Fuck, I am going soft.”

But the truth was, he’d always been soft for them. And he knew it.

*****

Flitting from corner to corner on the streets of Small Heath, Teddy shadowed her big brother Arthur. He’d gone down to the Garrison to pick up another bottle of rum, but luckily he hadn’t taken off his cap inside. Now, he was making his way back to Watery Lane.

“What are you going to tell him?” Finn whispered.

“Anything but the truth,” Teddy mused, but she hadn’t decided on a strategy just yet.

Carefully, the two siblings followed their brother inside. But their stomachs dropped when they realised Arthur was talking to Aunt Polly and as he did, he reached upwards to take off his cap.

“No, no, no, no!” Teddy called out, but it was too late.

Polly’s mouth fell open at the sight of his green hair, but quickly narrowed her eyes at her niece, sensing the culprit at once.

“What?” Arthur asked, completely oblivious.

“You may want to sit down for this one...” Polly told him in a low voice.

“Someone tell me what the fuck has been going on!”

Suddenly, Teddy had a thought and exclaimed, “Can I cut your hair, Arthur?”

He took a swig from the bottle of rum, “Why the fuck do you want to cut my hair?”

“I want to be a hairdresser someday!” Teddy tried her most angelic smile.

“Theodora...” her aunt warned darkly, but Teddy ignored her, praying to God she’d survive both Arthur and Polly’s potential wrath.

“Please, Arthur? It’s been getting way too long and Tommy tells me we have to protect the good Shelby name.”

He reached up and felt at his hair. Nobody dared breathe. “Alright,” Arthur finally agreed, “but don’t fuck it up! I don’t want to walk around Birmingham looking like some bloody circus act.”

Finn almost choked.

“Great!” the twelve-year-old devil beamed, “I’ll get the scissors.”

But in the kitchen, Aunt Polly hissed at her, “You are going to explain this to me and it better be good, or I’ll make you regret even getting up this morning.”

She gulped, grabbed the scissors and took a deep breath. Then she draped a cloth around Arthur’s neck and started snipping. “Not too short!” he warned, but it had to be. Luckily, the roots were still ginger, so she didn’t have to go completely bald to save him, but long tufts started falling down all around him.

Pretty soon, all the green was gone and somehow, Arthur looked more like John than he’d ever had done.

But he wasn’t satisfied and as he felt at his head, he bellowed, “What the fuck did I tell you! Fucking hell, Teddy, you’ve probably made me look like some fucking choir boy!

“Just wear your cap,” Finn offered. “You look a lot better, Arthur.”

“Do I?”

Teddy grabbed the mirror off the wall and showed him. Arthur sighed deeply: he hated it. Still, he didn’t want his little sister to be hurt, so he said, “Maybe hairdressing’s not for you, Teddy. Or maybe you just need to practice some more, but not on me! But I can live with this...”

“Thanks, Arthur,” Teddy smiled and he had to smile back at her.

“Right!” Finn concluded, “Guess that’s that! Remember Teddy, Tommy wanted you to do that thing?”

“What thing?”

Finn eyed the green hair scattered around on the kitchen floor. It was only a matter of time before Arthur would notice. “You know,” he stumbled, “that thing... at the Garrison?”

Teddy suddenly understood her brother was trying to save her, once again, and nodded slowly. But one strict matriarch demanded, “What thing?”

She turned on her heels and lied, “Oh, nothing really. But Tommy wanted me to gather some of the betting slips and make sure the Garrison books are all in order, because I’m good with numbers, you know?”

“And what are the odds?” her aunt narrowed her eyes again.

“They’re not good.”

Polly nodded, “I’d say they’re looking very bad.”

Teddy sighed, “I agree.”

Arthur frowned, “Are we still talking about horses?”

“Yes,” both women replied in unison, even though they weren’t.

“Right,” Arthur shrugged, “Then fuck off, Teddy, and go and do as Tommy told you. Finn, clear up this mess.”

Quick as a flash, Teddy was out the door and Finn immediately gathered as much of the hair as he could, suddenly hopeful that Teddy was actually going to get away with it. Then he left as well.

Polly was left in the small kitchen with Arthur. As he felt at his hair again carefully, he muttered something about getting back to work. Polly meanwhile noticed just one tuft of hair still lying on the floor and she picked it up and stuffed it down the pocket of her skirt. She had no idea why she was even protecting her niece, but she was.

“Give me that.”

Polly looked up questioningly at Arthur, who had turned around again.

He held out a hand, “I’ll keep that.”

“So you did see.”

“As soon as she made the first cut.”

His aunt handed him the bit of hair and carefully Arthur tied a piece of string around it.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked.

He shrugged, “The damage was already done.”

Polly smiled. In many ways, Arthur was the one that did surprise her the most.

“Are you going to tell her?”

“No,” he decided. “Let her think she got away with it.”

“She already thinks she’s brilliant,” Polly huffed, “That one always seems to think she can plan and talk her way out of anything.”

“And she’s bloody right, isn’t she?” he affirmed affectionately, before walking away.

“She has to learn some time!” Polly called after him, even though she knew it was no use. They worshipped the ground she walked on and nothing was going to change that, not even one harsh and determined aunt who sometimes feared the moment Teddy would have to venture out into the real world, where things weren’t so easily fixed. But let her keep her innocence just a little while longer, that’s what Arthur had meant and she knew it. She understood it even.

She would have to learn eventually, but evidently, not today.

*****

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[zablife]

Obey

Tatiana Petrovna x Scarlett Shelby (OC)

Summary: Tommy has not yet recovered from his head injury and Scarlett is sent to Hampton Court Palace in his place. Tatiana has some fun with her new guest.

Author's Note: This was requested by a lovely anon who wanted to read a Tatiana x Shelby sis fic. I hope you enjoy it! Scarlett Shelby is my OC-- Tommy's younger sister (John's twin)--from my series Little Harlot.

Warnings: 🔞, language, hint of smut

“I thought they were sending Thomas,” Tatiana said, alarm evident in her large brown eyes.

“They say he’s still too weak to travel. It’s the sister, Scarlett, tonight,” her uncle replied, tugging at his white gloves. 

Izabella raised Tatiana’s chin with a stern reminder. “It doesn’t matter, Tatiana. The objective is the same.” Studying her niece to be sure she would comply, she asked sharply, “Can you do it?”

Tatiana’s eyes flicked up toward her aunt, shedding any sense of doubt as she snapped indignantly, “Of course, I can.”

Tossing her away, Izabella straightened, clasping both hands to her waist as she nodded. “Good, she’ll arrive within the hour.”

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“Miss Shelby, welcome,” Tatiana said with a neutral, almost bored expression, her eyes roaming Scarlett’s body in silent judgement. “Excuse the reception," she said gesturing toward her guards with a wave of her hand. "Whenever we open the treasury, the Cossacks are on guard,” she apologized with a lack of sincerity.

“They don’t bother me,” Scarlett said, unflinchingly. After all she'd seen in France and at Tommy's side, nothing phased her anymore.

Tatiana could tell the woman wasn't frightened in the least and she gave a small, satisfied smirk before turning lazily toward the house, hips swaying with each step she took toward the entry way. She didn't ask Scarlett to follow her, only indicated with a nod of her head as she adjusted her shawl.

Once inside Tatiana's smile seemed to grow as she took her time circling her prey. “Before we go through, I must know if you have any allegiance to underground organizations.”

“Like what?” Scarlett asked, furrowing her brow.

“Sworn enemies of the royal household,” she spat as though Scarlett were stupid.

“It’s customary in Russian royal households to check for such tattoos before engaging in business of any kind. My family must be sure you’re not an assassin or an infiltrator,” she explained as she paced before Scarlett, eyes boring a hole into her until Scarlett felt naked from her gaze alone.

“What? You’ve asked me here. Of course, I’m not!” Scarlett said defensively, jutting her chin out to show she wouldn’t be intimidated.

“Regardless, I must check your skin,” Tatiana persisted, crossing her arms over her chest to show she wouldn't budge on the issue.

“Check my skin? What does that mean?” Scarlett was confused by the phrase wondering if it meant what she thought. Perhaps Tatiana’s English wasn’t so good.

“I must check your body for markings as I said," she explained in an exasperated tone, rolling her eyes at the inconvenience of having to explain herself a second time. When Scarlett made no move, Tatiana became forceful, commanding, "Take your clothes off!"

“Fuck off,” Scarlett replied reflexively with a toss of her head.

Tatiana raised her eyebrows at the insult. She wasn't accustomed to people speaking to her that way. Her eyes narrowed and she lowered her voice an octave as she issued a threat contained in a single word, “Obey.” 

“I ain’t obeying no one. Never have,” Scarlett said, gathering her coat tightly around her shoulders.

“And yet you do for men. How much?” Tatiana asked, her voice returning to a flat, even register as though she were asking the price of fruit. 

“You think I’m some kind of whore?” Scarlett scoffed.

“Tommy said you have a certain reputation,” Tatiana countered, matter-of-factly, waiting to see how her opponent would accept the wounding sting of the barb.

Scarlett only gritted her teeth as she could see this was nothing more than a cruel game. Tommy never missed an opportunity to make her feel small and insignificant. It was true she had run wild since returning from France, but that was no one’s business but her own. No longer wishing to discuss it, she decided to give in. The roving eyes of a spoiled duchess preferable to this line of conversation.

Tossing her coat aside with force, she slowly began to slip a strap of her evening gown from her shoulder and then the other, never breaking eye contact with Tatiana. The golden sunlight of the afternoon poured in through the windows, illuminating Scarlett's ivory skin and she hesitated to shimmy the fabric past her waist as Tatiana began circling her again. However, by the time the dress had pooled at her feet and the cool breeze hit her shoulders, she forgot any sense of modesty and quickly untied her bra, tossing it to the floor with a flourish and pulling her shoulders back proudly.

Tatiana’s eyes brightened at the sight of her full breasts springing forth and a hint of mischief played in her eyes as she stepped closer, running a hand across Scarlett’s collarbone. “You have skin like your brothers’, you know? The freckles. I wonder, do you fuck like him too?” she whispered against Scarlett’s ear with an impish giggle.

A tingle ran down Scarlett’s spine at the remark though she tried to suppress it. “God, he was right. You're all mad,” she muttered in Romany.

Tatiana cocked her head as she listened to the quiet lilt of a language she didn’t understand. “What was that?” she asked softly, cradling Scarlett’s neck in her hand, digging her nails in slightly at the base of her skull, forcing Scarlett to tilt her head back toward the ceiling.

“I’m nothing like him,” Scarlett said defiantly, wetting her lips as she suddenly felt her throat go dry. Tatiana stood pressed to her side so the beads of her dress scratched roughly against her bare skin. If she’d come any closer, Tatiana might have felt Scarlett’s heart begin to race or perhaps she'd already taken note of the way the vein in her neck thrummed wildly.

Tatiana allowed another laugh to bubble up from her chest as she snaked her opposite hand across the soft, delicate skin of Scarlett’s stomach to the generous curve of her hip and around to her inner thigh. “No?” she asked, rubbing circles into her skin with her fingertips.

Scarlett swallowed harshly before answering, “I won’t let you control me the way you control him.” Her attempt at maintaining the upper hand in the situation was rapidly slipping away as she bit her lip against the sensation of Tatiana’s hand hovering over her clothed core. Her resolve was finally abandoned at the feeling of the other woman's warm palm resting over the dampening spot of her silk underwear. Her need growing as she felt a gentle pressure placed to the area she needed it most.

Tatiana looked up through her lashes at Scarlett’s slack jawed expression as her fingers slipped beneath the satin band of her underwear. She smirked to herself as Scarlett huffed out a little breath and closed her eyes.

“See, you want to be good for me, don't you?" Tatiana asked in a voice dripping with honey. Scarlett heard a low moan, only recognizing it as her own voice when Tatiana began speaking again inches from Scarlett's lips. "Such a sweet sound. You're an angel. Not a devil, I can tell," she proclaimed.

Clutching Tatiana's wrist in a painful grasp Scarlett stuttered, "You-you don't know anything about m-me," feeling a rush of blood in her ears.

"I know that you're right. You're not like your brother. In fact, it is you I want to do business with," Tatiana said, placing a soft kiss to Scarlett's lips. Scarlett found herself leaning toward the kiss, but it ended as suddenly as it began with Tatiana pulling away from Scarlett's flushed body as though nothing had happened.

Scarlett opened her eyes, chest rising and falling with obvious heaving breath. Who was this woman and what did she really want? Did she know of the turmoil between Scarlett and Tommy or was she playing a game? Scarlett knew better than to trust her, but the idea of finding an ally was against her powerful brother was all too tempting.

“You did well,” Tatiana said with a broad smile, offering Scarlett her gown back with outstretched hand. “It is traditional to seal the successful examination with vodka and music. Join me for a drink?” she asked playfully and Scarlett didn't protest.

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[ultimaluna]

vi prego ditemi che non sono l’unica pazza tornata quindicenne che si è emozionata quando tommy shelby mentre scopa dice “tu appartieni a me, sei di mia proprietà e nessuno tocca la mia proprietà” (per non parlare di tutto il femminismo che ha abbandonato il mio corpo)

[ask-the-kitty-crew]

*Ames was in the living room, playing with her plushies*

@the-plushie-friendships

(She rubbed her eyes,as shelby had just woken up,walking out of her room.)

Morning sis..

#ask #shelby

[skyland2703]

What characters or seasons would you use to describe your mutuals?

I... think i have too many mutuals to actually list ALL of them, but I think i'll list fave 10 in no particular order :3

ALSO already sorry if I’m stereotyping or smth or any of you get hurt by this Q_Q<3 i love looooveee all you guys YOU GUYS MAKE MY DAYS AWESOME

1: YOU @regaliasonata are a very Trent from Dino Thunder to me~ we all know why, it just FITS.

2: @augment-techs is absolutely the TRINIIIIIIII in my life. The mom friend, the one who takes care of EVERYTHING. Patience galore and absolutely so fucking FUUUULLLLLL of CREATIVITY Q_Q<3

3: @naraozu is like the Madison to my Vida Rocca~ We're siiiiis vibes COMPLETELY. She's like the more emotional absolutely LOVELY big sis and I’m the chaotic younger sib

4: @lastmafagafo AGAIN BIG SIS VIBES but you remind me vvvv much of Kat Manx :3 ilyyyy

5: @gayferret420 Chase Rendall. (and no, I’m not just listing everyone's favorite characters but like. y'all's personalities MATCH)

6: @ineedsomesleeptoday I KINDA wanna divert to Sentai for u, but I’m gonna keep to PR, and I’m gonna say you remind me of Emma from megaforce!! It suits you (and also a liil bit of Emily from Samurai!!)

7: @cupcakes-are-ours chaos gremlin roxy

8: @hesploro12 Either Shelby or Kendall. ACTUALLY a mix of the two. Dinosaurs. Smart stuff. Too much energy :3

9: @ajgrey9647 I feel like you're kinda like Cassie but also a bit like Kendrix~ (More Kendrix, I think!!)

10: @lordkingsmith you're the ENTIRETY of MMPR. But also VERY BILLY. I DO NOT KNOW WHY. IT JUST FEELS LIKE IT.

#asks #I’m not tagging ANYTHING here #its just YOU GUYYYYSSSSS #i love seeing y'all on my dash its just Q_Q

[amazingmaeve]

BONNIE GOLD FIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

follow each and everyone of these authors because they take time out of their days to write these AMAZING pieces of work.

also don’t forget to like and comment your love about all of these fics because they deserve it!

next time ➵ @fromforeigntofamiliarity

summary ➵ At the latest gold encampment Bonnie finds Reader bathing in a near by lake.

cursed land ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ Set during Season 4 Bonnie and his pregnant wife have come to Birmingham with the rest of the Gold family to help Thomas Shelby fight the Italians.  His wife has visions cautioning him about staying in Birmingham for too long, but what happens when Bonnie ignores these warnings and gets caught up in the lifestyle promised by the Shelbys? Lots of angst and heartache, but followed up by visions of hope.

angel ➵ @peakyblindersxx

summary ➵ after a fight, you're the only thing on bonnie's mind.

forever and a day ➵ @sinfulshelbys

summary ➵ I finally found a acc that writes good shelby reader fics can you write a shelby sis with bonnie gold

teenagers in love ➵ @sinfulshelbys

summary ➵ Forever and a day part two where the Shelby’s find out about them 💖

i want a baby ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ A slip of your tongue in the middle of sex has you and Bonnie making a life changing decision

desperate times ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ After a long day of training, Bonnie comes home exhausted to find you needy for him. Too tired to do much, Bonnie proposes that you ride his thigh to deal with your arousal

heart of gold ➵ @murswrites

summary ➵ You two fought hard for your first date and Bonnie made sure to go all out for you.

young lovers ➵ @lilahisntsadanymore

summary ➵ A special sparkle blinked in Y/n's eyes the first time she met Bonnie Gold. Tommy noticed what's going on, so he helped the love blossom between these two young people.

stay ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ It’s the night before your wedding to Bonnie, but you can’t sleep because of a raging thunderstorm. Despite tradition, he visits you to calm your nerves. 

good luck token ➵ @christinasyellowflowers

summary ➵ You offer Bonnie a small token before the match begins

best christmas gift ever ➵ @peakyblinders1919

summary ➵ The frigid air coming in from the east in conjunction with the stillness brought on by white snow clouds in the sky suggested winter. The smell of firewood, pine, cinnamon-flavored mull whiskey further suggested it was nearly Christmas. It is all strengthened by the songs traveling through the hills from the makeshift band, bored gypsies trying to keep fingers warm and pass time.

raggle taggle ➵ @murderousginger

summary ➵ Bonnie first saw her at the market one morning, fresh faced and beautiful as she looked at fruit to pick and bring home. He knew nothing about her but as sure as he knew every curve of the ring, he wanted to know each curve of her body. Some things just fit and Bonnie knew when he saw her that morning that he would do anything to fit against her like the glove on his hand. Some things were meant to be.

ring girl ii ➵ @blinder-secrets

summary ➵ been wanting to write bonnie since i first saw his lil pasty face!! this ones dedicated to @peachyblinders who summed up my feels with: ‘I just want a cute FLUFFY AF BONNIE IMAGINE he’s tough asf in the ring but then ur his girl so he would protec u to the day he DIES’ xx

maid for you ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ As the youngest maid in Mr. Shelby's house, you can't help but get bored of your job and your fellow employees at times. So when Mr. Shelby throws a party after being in Small Heath for so long, you can't help but mingle with some of the younger guests instead of doing your job

say worse ➵ @zodiyack

summary ➵ omg could u do some soft bonnie gold first time smut???

traditional ➵ @randomoutsiders

summary ➵ “Maybe something about Bonnie dating/marrying a girl that's not a gypsy? Him showing her their traditions.”

opposite attracts ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ Bonnie has always been a cheerful person, smiling and joking without a care in the world. So most people would think he'd be attracted to someone just like him. In this case, however, opposites attract

a champions reward ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ After watching Bonnie win a fight, Reader decides to give him a reward in the shape of something they've never done before

the shy bride ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ Can you do a Bonnie gold fic where the reader is a Shelby and he has to marry her for a business deal and they end up getting to know each other even tho the reader is all shy and innocent and doesn't really like anyone that isn't family and the golds love her

through the looking glass ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ Y/N joins a skeptical Bonnie and his pals on an eerie trek into the woods in search of an alleged haunted house. Little do they know just what awaits them.

ON AO3

these fics ive found on the website ‘archive of our own’. so they will take you out of the app, and give them all the love you can give because they’re BEAUTIFUL.

also I’ll be putting the authors handles here so you can show them some love as well.

burden ➵ himoji

summary ➵ bonnie wants to tell y/n everything before he goes away and regrets keeping the truth to himself.

petrichor ➵ kyloswarstars

summary ➵ Bonnie and you. You and Bonnie. It’s perfect. And then it’s all gone. Grieving is a strange, complicated thing to do and you don’t have a single clue on how to survive without him.

kiss it better ➵ Aimless_inagines_for_fun

summary ➵ Bonnie’s never wanted you to see him in the ring, worried how you’d react

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