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shewrites444 · 10 months

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earned it [thomas shelby x mafia/dominant reader smut]

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[ summary - the reader, the current head of the sicilian mob, meets with thomas shelby to discuss an issue that intervenes with both of their organizations. despite their mutual disliking for one another, thomas takes an interest to the business woman before him, and doesn’t seem to realize how powerful she may be. ]

[ warnings - mentions of violence, strong cursing, dirty talk, dominant female, oral (f & m), praise kink, unprotected sex ]

“and if we get ‘rid’ of him and his members, how are we going to go about that?” thomas shelby asked me from across the obnoxiously long dining table, lighting a cigarette and sinking into his chair.

i shrug nonchalantly, resting my arms against the table as i chew the steak his supposed aunt polly cooked for us. we’d be discussing this matter for so long my food was starting to get cold.

“we can handle that, all i ask is for you and your family to do the talking. get them out of birmingham and into italy. i know it’s a far stretch, but we can make it work. when someone is offered a lot of money, they’ll travel. the last thing their organization wants is no protection. i think they’d trust the mob’s word over a group of drunken, horse-betting brothers.”

thomas scoffed, moderately offended but also carrying a tone of impressment, taking a sip of his whiskey and gesturing the glass towards me. “you italians have a mouth on you, eh? you crawl around europe like the coppers, thinking you own the cities, only you’re not afraid to take out your guns, hm, mrs. [y/n].”

“i’m not married.” i mutter, once again taking the steak knife in my hand as i begin to cut the tender meat.

he quirked his brow, setting his glass down. “my mistake. i assumed that a woman who ran one of the most dangerous gangs in italy was wedded. i should’ve looked at your ring finger before i commented, miss [y/n].”

“we’re not here to discuss my marriage status, mr. shelby. this group of communists pose a real threat to both of our families. i can get back in my carriage right now and send my men in here to shoot you in the fucking head for all i care, if you don’t cooperate, or we can get back to information that actually matters, and your life goes on.” i look him in the eyes, a blank expression on my face.

he stood up, walking over to the bar cart and pouring himself more whiskey, taking another glass and filling it with a new bottle of red wine after popping the cork. he set it beside my plate, pulling out the chair next to me and sitting down.

“you can get pissed off all you want, dear, but i’m the one with a gun in my pocket. i could kill you, and your men, in a matter of seconds, so don’t think your words even draw a nick of blood on me.” he threatened, sipping his drink, enough to nearly empty the glass. “we can agree to disagree all night, or you can change your temper and we can figure out a neutral solution for the both of us.”

i chew my steak, watching him speak with a smirk on my redly tainted lips. i take the glass of wine and drink it slowly. “you are quite charming, mr. shelby. it almost offends me that you think i walked into your home unarmed, too.” i take my napkin and dab it on my lips before standing up, dusting off my black dress. “do as i say, and get them to italy. we can discuss the specifics after you speak to their leader. walk me to my carriage, won’t you?”

thomas stands up, pushing both of our chairs in before walking me to the back doorway, his whiskey glass still in hand, only a few ice cubes left inside and not even a shot’s worth of alcohol. i glance down at the purse in my hand, looking through to find my lipstick, confused if i had dropped it when i stood up from the table. i sigh, looking up to the peaky blinder who stood before me as he opened the door for me.

“give me one minute, i think i dropped my lipstick by my chair.” i set my purse down on the table aside their coat rack and walk back to the dining room, hearing his footsteps trail behind as he followed.

i lean down, seeing the lipstick on the floor and pick it up, turning around to bump into thomas, our faces not even two inches apart as he lightly pushed me against the table.

i roll my eyes, both hands planting against his chest and pushing him off. “i don’t think me saying i was unmarried was a suggestion, mr. shelby. not every woman becomes a whore when you have them over for dinner.”

“do you ever freely sleep around, miss [y/n]?” thomas asks, looking down to meet my eyes, then averting to my lips. “surely, a woman like you, can get whoever she wants. you run apart of the bloody world, for what it’s worth. do you ever fuck anyone on your level? someone as powerful as you are?”

“that’s none of your concern.” i say, glancing down at the light erection that was intruding his black slacks. “although, i definitely don’t fuck men that rudely come onto me when i make it clear i came over for strictly business.”

he grinned, one of his hands gently sliding onto my back, the other setting the glass on the table, one ice cube sliding onto his fingertips. he pressed it against my collarbone, sliding it down my skin softly.

“oh, but you definitely do. i think this says otherwise, don’t you think?” thomas tilts his head teasingly, gesturing to my hardening nipples as they protruded my dress.

i blush, shaking my head in disbelief. “you have a cold substance near my chest, that’s a natural reaction.”

“it’s not even near them, dear. i’m still pressing on your shoulder. it’s not a bad thing to admit you like this, miss [y/n].” he slides the ice cube further down my chest, his pinkie pushing my dress back, the v-neck fabric tucking itself underneath my right breast through his manipulation. he slid the substance over my nipple, causing me to sigh heavily. he couldn’t help but grin at my reaction.

thomas leaned down, dropping the ice cube back into the glass and licking my erect nipple, sucking lightly on the bud before pushing me against the table and sitting me down. i moan softly, looking up at the ceiling, my body now in a heat at his teasing touch.

“i think you choose not to fuck. from what it seems like, it may be a distraction for you. you’re a busy woman. perhaps there is no time for any sort of play.” thomas says, reaching over to expose my other breast. “you really don’t let anyone in, even physically. you and i, miss [y/n], are probably more alike than you realize.”

“don’t even try convincing me of that. i know you fuck, mr. shelby.”

“oh, really? you know that, how? because of how wet i already have you?” he asks, reaching his hand down and into my knee-length dress, pressing his fingers against my warm panties.

i hold my mouth shut, breathing heavily through my nose as he pushes the fabric to the side, lightly tracing his fingers against my wet folds.

“a woman like you wouldn’t like to be fucked like a whore, though. you expect much more than that. you’d like to be praised, as if you were a crown jewel in terms of your status. you’re someone who is clearly unfazed by most men, i can see that. you don’t give a fuck about them unless they worship you.”

“do you think you could possibly do that, mr. shelby? worship a woman?”

“not just any woman, no.” he begins, reaching his arm across my waist, snaking it around me to pull me up and into his chest, where he held me up and guided me to the bedroom next to the dining room. “it takes someone who knows who they are and what they can do to make me feel like they even deserve that type of treatment.”

he helped pull my dress off, leaving me in only my panties as he set me on the bed. i chose to oblige, partially due to the pleasure he was sinking me into, but also because i found it interesting he thought he would even have full control over the situation. thomas was right about me choosing to not fuck, but that didn't mean i fell at the feet of a man who knew what he was doing. thomas shelby was a powerful man, sure, but he could never climb the ladder high enough to reach my level.

“but you, you know what you can do. you do what has to be done, miss [y/n]. you threatened to put a gun to my head, what kind of woman does that? a fucking powerful one.” thomas nearly moans at his own words, leaning down to kiss me before he began to undress.

i return the kiss, my legs still shut, as thomas began to unbutton his shirt, glancing down at my waiting body. he undressed himself fully, standing naked before me as he climbed into the bed and leaned down on his knees, sliding off my underwear and tossing them to the floor.

he hovered above me, planting a passionate kiss against my lips, leaving red residue from my lipstick on his own lips while he slid his tongue into my mouth. i feel his fingers slide inside of me, my legs spreading in reaction as he began to finger me. his lips trailed from my neck to my breasts, sucking my nipples back and forth as he pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy.

i close my eyes, my mouth hung open as i moan in pleasure from his touch. i could feel his eyes on me, watching nothing but my expression. the mental part of me hated giving into thomas shelby’s advances, but the physical side of me could care less. he knew what he was doing, it seemed like, but frankly, so did i.

“oh, you’re so fucking wet, love. you’re practically dripping onto my fingers, onto my bed..” thomas cooes, pulling himself out of me and into his mouth, licking my juices. “and you taste just as good as i imagined. how did i get so lucky to touch you?”

i lightly sit up, leaning over to pull him back into a kiss as i climb off the bed, thomas now sitting at the edge. i get on my knees and take his cock into my hand, spitting on his tip and beginning to lick his cock, up and down, pressing light kisses against his skin as he watched, his expression showing nothing but lust, as he grinned from cheek to cheek at my actions.

“fuck,” he mutters, resting his hands on the bed. “you look beautiful when you play with my cock, love.” he moans as i slide him into my mouth and down my throat, still looking up to meet his eyes. he reaches over to hold my chin in one hand, gently guiding my head up and down. “that’s it, please keep taking my cock. you’re so pretty when you do so, love. i can’t wait to fuck you, you’ve got me nearly finishing at the thought of it.”

i pump him inside of my throat, feeling his orgasm nearly reach the surface as he groans at the build up of it all. i pull away, taking his length in one hand as he cums onto my face, his seed coating all over my mouth and cheeks.

“oh, fuck, you look so fucking good, [y/n]. your mouth felt so fucking good.” thomas praises, watching as i lean back, tracing my finger across my cheeks, licking his cum off and into my mouth. he stares in awe, reaching his hands over to help me stand up and get back onto the bed. he presses a hard kiss against my lips, laying back down as i lay on top of him.

“i don’t think you understand this, thomas.” i smirk, cupping his face with both of my hands. “you don’t just get to fuck me, you know that, right? you have to earn it. i’m the motherfucking leader of a mob, after all. i don’t fuck just anyone, not even thomas shelby, no matter how good you may be at fucking.”

he tilted his head, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me back down. “is that so? your cunt is practically begging for me to fuck it. we don’t have to play this game, love. please, let me touch you further.”

i roll over and out of his grip, laying down next to him and spreading my legs, gesturing for him to get in front of me. “then fuck me with your tongue, and we’ll see what i think of anything further than that.”

he chuckles, seemingly surprised by how bossy i could be, but leaned down anyway, adjusting himself to wrap his arms around my thighs, his face stuffed between them as his tongue attached to my clit, flicking the bud of sensitive flesh. i moan softly, watching thomas lick between my folds and back up to my clit, back and forth, which only drew a pit in my stomach, as my orgasm slowly began to build. i was more surprised by his efforts more than his experience. of course thomas shelby knew how to fully pleasure a woman when she demanded it.

“fuck, thomas..” i moan softly, reaching down to hold his black hair with one hand. “just like that, baby, and you’ll be fucking me so soon. god, that feels good.”

he quickens his pace a bit, my back gently arching up in reaction to his action, my free hand gripping the white bedsheets as he helped me very quickly reach my orgasm, my fluids releasing onto the sheets and his lips. i dripped down his chin but he didn’t seem to care, taking me by the hips and moving one leg on top of his shoulder, sliding his hard length inside of me with one slow stroke, both of us moaning at the sudden stimulation.

“oh, fucking hell, [y/n], my god, dear, you’re so fucking wet, you feel so good, fuck,” thomas groans, leaning down to kiss me, his free hand taking my breast into his his palm and squeezing harshly, earning a moan from me into his mouth as our tongues fight for dominance.

i pull away from the kiss, looking down to watch him pump his thick, wet cock into my pussy. my tits bounce at his thrusts, my core feeling every single touch. thomas held my ankle to keep my leg up, his other hand pulling away from my breast and down to my hips, holding the side of my waist to further his steady grip.

“you take my cock so well, [y/n].” thomas compliments, glancing down to meet my eyes as i look away from our bodies. “i could watch you forever, fuck. the way you look right now is absolutely stunning, no one can ever fucking compare to your cunt.”

i lean up slightly, resting on my elbows, grinning at thomas as he fucks me. “you really think so, thomas? then why don’t you fuck me harder? make me cum again, baby, i want to so badly. make me cum with you.”

“if you want me to fuck you harder, [y/n], you’re going to have to turn around for me.” thomas suggests, lightly pulling himself out of me and also wiping the sweat from his forehead, assisting me as i turn around, all fours against the bed as i arch my ass up, feeling tommy’s hands play with it by squeezing the flesh and slapping it lightly.

“you’re perfect from behind too, fuck. is there anything about you i can dislike? you italians may have bloody mouth, but you take me so well in yours, love.” he says, pushing himself back inside of me.

he holds me by the hips, starting to fuck me, but much harder than before. our skin slaps together as he pushes himself in much deeper, so much so that i was gasping at his touch, grabbing the sheets and holding them as hard as i could, despite the sweat that was collecting on my palms.

“f-fucking hell, tommy..” i moan into the sheets, my head resting against the pillow. “you fuck me so good, baby, keep going like that, fuck! fucking fill me up, tommy, fuck!”

he leans down to grab my neck, pounding inside of my walls before our moans begin to sync, our orgasms releasing a matter of seconds after as we finish together, his warm seed filling my insides and my own cum dripping from between us, tricking down my now shaking legs.

thomas pulls out of me, turning me over to lay beside him. he wraps one arm around me, but glances down to meet my eyes, and kisses me tiredly.

“next time, you’re going to be the one begging me to fuck you.” he says in a more demanding tone, a small smirk on his lips. “i don’t like to ask nicely.”

i sigh, rolling over onto my stomach so i could face him completely. “then you’re fucking the wrong woman, thomas.”

he shook his head, cupping my cheek and kissing me once more. “oh, believe me, i think i’m with the exact woman i need to be fucking.” he sits up, rolling out of the bed and to the dresser, grabbing a pair of underwear.

“let’s discuss this communist issue one more time, work out the details.” he says, slipping his boxers on. “and if we come to an agreement tonight, i’ll ask nicely again in the morning, unless you need to get back to your people?"

i stand up, picking up my underwear and sliding them on, as thomas hands me a larger white shirt to put on. “i think i’d rather you ask again tonight, mr. shelby. my people can wait overnight if it's for a good cause.” i tease, opening the bedroom door before walking back out to the dining room table, grabbing the half-empty glass of wine and taking it down in one sip.

thomas stands behind me, taking the empty glass and setting it back on the table, pressing himself up against me, placing his palm on my back to push me down on the furniture. "let's push our meeting back a few more minutes then. here's me asking, miss [y/n]."

he begins to kiss my neck and i reach between my legs, pushing my panties to the side as i hear his boxers hit the floor. this was going to be an unexpectedly long night.

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heavencanbeaprisontoo · 1 month

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Living with John Shelby Headcanons

Warnings: Period-typical misogyny, sexism, suggestive language, John wants more babies.

Domestic Hcs

With this Shelby, you only start living with him after you’ve been married. He made it clear to you that he has four children at home and that they needed a mother more than he needed a bedmate. John can be brash and impulsive, but he takes his role as a father seriously… even if he isn’t always good at it. It was this dedication that drew you to him. You had always wanted children, why not start out with four?

John’s home is constantly busy, constantly noisy, and full of laughter. It’s not terribly glamorous, but there’s a lot of love in your new home. The kids were young when their mother Martha died, so they don’t fight you as much as you thought they would.

John is pretty much hopeless when it comes to most household chores. He’s excellent at what he does as a Peaky Blinder, but he’s severely lacking in domestic skills. Can’t cook, can’t clean, and can’t fix much more than a leaky faucet. His kids were the first ones to warn you about all of that. But you ask him to help anyway, because you’ve seen how happy it makes him to accomplish these little missions. John wants to useful; he wants to succeed at fatherhood. So, you eat the burnt toast he serves and compliment his slowly improving handyman skills.

Seeing as how John burns water, cooking is primarily your thing. Expect John to invade the kitchen at every stage of cooking to steal a sip, a bite, a kiss, or a quick squeeze. To people outside the home, he’ll act like you being in the kitchen is nothing significant. You’re a woman, after all, doing women’s work. John’s just playing up his macho act. Food is a major thing for John, it represents love and safety for him. So, to see you in his kitchen, making him and kids a hearty meal just ruins him.

He loves to take you and the children out to have a good time. Picnics mostly, because most indoor activities end with your little family being told to never come back. If you’re feeling like you need some time alone with John, he’s eager to fulfill your request. Just make sure to specify if this “alone time,” is an actual date rather than John dropping the kids off at Polly’s so he can ravish you in every room of the house.

Relationship Hcs

John will deny it till the day he dies, but he only meant for you to be a one night stand the first time he met you. He wasn’t ready for love, and he had come to expect women to be just a bit deceitful. And then he got to talking to you, and you made a joke that had him shooting whiskey out his nose and suddenly one night turned into a week. One thing you learned about him is that deep down, he’s very tenderhearted. He loves deeply and grows attached to people faster than he wants to admit.

Your man can be a tad uneven with how he responds to stress. Sometimes, he seems so easy going that it feels like he doesn’t take you seriously. Other times, it feels like he’s overreacting or being downright sensitive. The easiest way to insult him is to question his manhood. He loves to have fun and doesn’t always think things through, but he straightens up fast if you try to tell him he isn’t being the man you thought he was. John can get rather nasty at times about that. He is not above having a row with you about “who’s the one leading this fucking family.” John cools down slow and is extremely guilty afterwards… but he’ll never apologize directly to you.

John cannot plan dates very well, at all. Tommy is the brother with plans, not him. So, naturally, he’s asked Tommy for advice in such matters. Your first real date with John was at a fancy restaurant in London. The two of you were still getting to know each other and he wanted to impress you, badly. You were both dressed smart as can be, the restaurant was lavish and romantic. John pulled out your chair for you, opens the menu, and freezes. Nothing on the menu was appetizing. At all. To try to save face, he asked the waiter to bring out their most popular dishes. The food comes, and you’re both picking at your plates with tight smiles. Finally, you say “Fuck this, let’s go to a chip shop.” If John had brought a ring, he would’ve proposed right then and there.

It came as a bit of a surprise to you, but John is something of a dreamer. John loves to lay with you in bed and talk about all the things you two will do. He likes to tell you about the house in the country he’ll move you and the children out to. As you watch him list off all the things he’ll buy for the house, you can’t help but cuddle in closer. John gets such a big smile thinking about the good that is to come. It’s all very innocent.

One would think a man would be content with four kids… well, John isn’t. He honestly got baby fever before you did. All it took was seeing you read his girls a bedtime story and he wanted another baby. Maybe two. Or three.

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themultifandomgal · 2 months

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Hi love, can i request one for peaky blinders? Where y/n is in school with Finn and he knows she’s struggling at home so he asks Tommy and the others if they can get her a job or something to help her out. So maybe she gets to clean at the Garrisons and/or maybe watch John’s kids. One night when he gets home late she stays and help him clean up and maybe something happens. Then he says he doesn’t need any help with the kids anymore. Cause he feels bad dragging her in to that life and taking care of his kids and all. But everytime they meet they can’t keep away from eachother.. they end up together maybe Tommy speaks some sense into John or have a talk with y/ns parents to let her marry John? You can do with this idea what you like? I would love to read it!

John Shelby- Can’t Stay Away

Hey! So I changed it a little because of the ages hope that ok so instead of being in school with Finn YN went to school with John and they stayed good friends.

John and I have been friend since we were 4 years old when we started school. My home life wasn’t always great, my father was an alcoholic and my mother was abusive. Mrs Shelby ended up most evening cooking me meals, making sure I had clean clothes. When she passed away it broke all of us.

After wanting to leave my home, Polly gave me a place to live, but finding a job was very hard so I ended up marrying a man who I didn’t love, but he passed away during the war. Tommy got me a job at the Garrison and after Martha passed away I started helping John look after his kids, which caused me to start catching feelings for him. I’ve been doing this now nearly every other day, picking the kids up from school.

Today was no different. I just put them all to bed when John finally comes home

“Hey” I smile at him “have you eaten anything? There’s left overs….”

“I’m getting married” he blurts out making me stop walking towards the kitchen. I turn around with a frown on my face, my heart feels like it’s been crushed into thousands of tiny pieces

“Oh” is all I can say

“It’s errr Lizzie. Lizzie Stark”

“What?” Lizzie? The woman who’s slept with all of the Shelby brothers, well all except Finn as he’s like 12

“Yeah so errr I don’t need to to help out anymore”

“Oh. Ok erm well I’ll erm see you round then” not really knowing what to say I give John a small smile “congratulations John. I hope she makes you happy” I quickly grab my coat and leave Johns house before he can see that my eyes are starting to tear up.

Over the next few days YN tries her best to stay away from John, but she just can’t. Not only is that her best friend but she loves him. Tommy being so wise knows how YN feels, but he also knows John also has feelings for his best friend. He’s just being stubborn.

Tommy and his brothers are sat in the snug at the Garrison nursing a whiskey

“She’s gonna change”

“She’s not. I offered her money and she took it”

“Fuck!” John yells running his hands over his face

“But ya know who wouldn’t take the money… YN”

“Tom…”

“Tommys right John. That girl loves you. She has from the day you met”

“But she got married” John frowns at his Aunt who rolls her eyes

“Men… she married because you got married”

“But…”

“Yes you did the right thing, but did you love Martha?”

“Of course I did”

“Like the way you love YN?” Tommy ask

“I….”

“Your a fool if you marry Lizzie” Arthur comments downing his whiskey. Just then there’s a knock on the door and YN walks in

“Hey I’m just about to go, but is there anything else you want before I leave?” YN asks looking around, mainly looking at John

“No thank you love. We’ll see you tomorrow” Polly smiles. YN nods her head and says bye to everyone before walking out. Tommy looks at John who’s staring at the door of the snug. Tommy then looks at the door then back at John

“Bloody hell, go after her!” John quickly gets up and leaves the room as quick as he can. Tommy downs his whiskey “thank fuck for that”.

John runs down the street shouting YN’s name. YN stops and turns round confused to why John is runnin after her. Had she forgotten something?

“John?” but before anything else could be said Johns lips are immediately on YN’s. YN pulls back still feeling confused “why did you do that?”

“Because I’ve finally had some sense knocked into me. I love you YN. I can’t stay away from you. It’s you I want to marry, to help look after my kids and maybe even had kids with… that’s if you’ll let me?”

“What about Lizzie?” YN asks

“I’ll break it off with her, I promise, but…” John then gets down on one knee “will you marry me?”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear. Of course I will” with that John gets up and spins YN round, kissing her lips. Little did the couple know that Tommy had also left the Garrison hoping to catch a glimpse of the two. He won’t ever tell anyone, but he did smile when he saw his brother and YN happy in each other’s arms finally.

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megalony · 10 months

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Safe and Sound

This is a new Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders) imagine that will have a follow up part. I hope you all like it, this was requested by the lovely @musicistheway I hope you like it hun.

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Summary: Grace tries her luck with the famous Tommy Shelby but she doesn’t have a chance when he’s married to his teenage sweetheart. So she plots her revenge on his little family.

Enjoy.

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Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Tommy took a second to tangle his fingers in his hair before he tried to stand, fighting the tiredness overwhelming him. It had to be early, there was scarcely any daylight breaking through the gap in the curtains. The room was illuminated in waves of grey and just a few mustard yellow streaks that told Tommy it was early, probably before six in the morning.

His eyes did another tired sweep of the room, confirming that (Y/n) wasn't in bed with him and that was probably the reason he was awake now.

His legs barely shuffled across the carpet and finally started to move properly when he plodded down the stairs, trying to keep his steps light enough that he didn't make much noise. He didn't want to wake the three-year-old asleep in the other room upstairs.

The lamp beside the sofa was switched on bathing the living room in dim lighting but there was a river of light coming from the kitchen.

Tommy followed the light like a beacon, squinting the further he got until he walked into the kitchen. He leaned his weight into the doorframe, crossing one leg over the other and his arms over his chest while a soft smile broke out on his face.

There she was, the one thing in the whole world that could give Tommy a full night's sleep and battle the memories that plagued him to keep him safe and sound asleep. (Y/n) was hovering near the oven, a frying pan of bacon and eggs sizzling away on the stove but what made Tommy's smile brighten was how (Y/n) was stretched up on tiptoes, an arm reaching out like she was aiming for the sun in the top cupboard.

All his other senses seemed to come flooding back to him and his ears finally switched on to the sounds in the kitchen. He could hear the oil in the pan spitting out around the bacon and he could hear the music from the radio playing very quietly from the windowsil near the back door. And he could finally smell the breakfast cooking in front of him that made his stomach growl and tighten and show him how hungry he really was.

"Need some help?" His voice was laced with sleep but still as deep and low as ever.

"I'm sure you do this on purpose,"

Dropping back down to her feet, (Y/n) turned to look at her husband who simply grinned. Tommy himself wasn't freakishly tall but he was taller than her and therefore (Y/n) knew he liked to hide things from her. He would pupt things on the top shelf- just like he had done now with the teapot- so (Y/n) couldn't reach and had to clamber onto the worktop or give in and ask for his help.

She felt his bare chest press up against her back and his fingers curled around her hip, giving her an assuring squeeze before he reached up to get the pot down for her.

"Thank you," (Y/n) mumbled quietly, closing her eyes when she felt Tommy's lips moving to press against the side of her neck, hovering over her pulse like a vampire waiting to strike and tear her apart.

"Why are you up so early?"

It wasn't like (Y/n) to be up before Tommy, he was always up and dressed and out the door before her, save for the few occasions when work permitted him to stay in bed until eight or nine in the morning. He didn't like waking up without (Y/n) in bed next to him, it wasn't natural.

"We couldn't sleep so I thought I'd make a start on breakfast." (Y/n) could barely speak when his lips kissed along her neck until his teeth were grazing over her jaw and his hands snaked around her front until his palms were pressed against her stomach over her nightgown.

His name passed through her lips in a groaned whisper when he continued to nip at her jaw and his body became glued to hers, pressing every ridge of him into her. He made it very hard for her to shuffle over to the oven to move the pan before their breakfast was burned.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Hm. Very."

A gasp broke free of (Y/n)'s lips when he spun her around and backed her up into the worktop. His fingers roamed over her thighs and quickly dipped beneath her gown and the pads of his fingers skimmed up her legs until he was gripping her bum. Between kisses to her jugular, he whispered 'up' against her skin before effortlessly lifting her up onto the counter so he could move between her legs. He got as close as he possibly could until her bump was glued to his abdomen and his teeth bit down on her neck, taking a devouring bite.

Her legs hooked around his waist and her heels dug into his lower back over the top of his boxers which coincidently, was all he was wearing. She could feel his hands roaming back around until he was holding her hips and his index fingers were prodding the waistband of her underwear.

Whatever she was about to say was swallowed by his lips devouring hers but it was his turn to groan when (Y/n) looped her arms around his neck and tugged at the short strands of hair at the back of his head.

"Tommy," (Y/n) breathed through his name, barely able to see straight when she opened her eyes and her mind was clouding over until she was barely coherent to her thoughts anymore. She moved her hands from his neck round to his cheeks and cupped his face in her hands, bringing him level so she could taste his lips.

She could feel him smiling into the kiss that left her lightheaded and when she looked into his deep blue eyes, she could have gotten lost forever. But (Y/n) knew Tommy's ever alert mind had clicked onto the sound she could hear.

"Daisy's awake," He muttered quietly before stealing another kiss, and then another until (Y/n) felt like she was going to black out.

Tommy looped his arms around (Y/n)'s back beneath her gown and splayed his fingers out across her back, keeping her as close as he could while he turned his head towards the doorway when the small patter of footsteps got closer. And he smiled to himself when (Y/n) leaned forward to tuck her face into the crook of his neck, looping her arms back around his neck, loosely this time.

"Morning daisychain."

He watched in amusement as his little girl trotted over to him and latched herself onto his legs. He wasn't sure how long they all stayed there, tangled around each other like vines. It could have been a few seconds, it could have been minutes or even an hour but Tommy didn't care, he relished in the comfort both his girls gave him.

That was, until his name came booming from the other side of the front door and John's voice filled the kitchen.

Unlike in John's house, Tommy actually locked and double bolted the front door. He wasn't taking the risk of an enemy or a drunkard from the Garrison trying their luck and walking right into his house. Not with both girls here. Tommy had more enemies than John and in John's house, it was always family who came in without knocking, not strangers.

Scooping Daisy up into his arms, Tommy crossed the living room and unlocked the door, allowing an unamused expression to paint his previously happy face when he looked at his younger brother.

"What do you want at this hour John?"

The discomfort on john's face was crystal clear by the way his lips curled down and his eyes raked up and down Tommy's figure. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen his brother in nothing but his boxers. He was always promptly dressed and ready for the day when they saw each other. Even when Tommy had been shot a year ago, he had only stripped his shirt, not his trousers.

John managed a smile at the little girl who deadlocked her arms around Tommy's neck and burrowed into him, fighting off the urge and need to go back to sleep.

"There's a problem, at the shop. Some of the bets have been ransacked..."

"You'd best come in then."

Tommy turned round and walked back through to the kitchen as John took the signal to follow and shut the door behind him.

"Morning John." (Y/n) smiled over at the younger man who had become a brother to her since she was a teenager. She had known the Shelby's for so long and been married to Tommy for long enough for them to be her own family now. They took her in from the moment Tommy asked her out on a date, it was an instant family that she couldn't love more if she tried.

"Morning (Y/n), I need to steal Tommy, problem at the shop."

"Not before breakfast you don't, you all need to eat." (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest but she smiled despite the news that Tommy was going to be leaving earlier than planned today and probably for a lot longer.

"You heard the lady, sit down." Pointing to the table, Tommy beckoned for John to take a seat. Tommy for one would never defy (Y/n), she made the rules and he lived by them and he certainly wasn't leaving on an empty stomach. He needed to get dressed anyway soa few extra minutes with his girls having breakfast wouldn't make that much difference.

"Tommy..." (Y/n) pressed her lips together and looked up at her husband through her lashes when he turned to face her.

She dug her hands into the edge of the counter and slowly started to swing her legs back and forth until he edged closer until he was stood by her side, resting against her leg. She could feel the shiver that burst down his neck when she hovered her lips over the shell of his ear and breathed against his neck.

"I'm stuck,"

He had lifted her up onto the counter but she couldn't serve up breakfast if he didn't help her down again. She wasn't jumping off the counter, not with the extra weight of the baby weighing her down and putting her off balance.

Silently, Tommy gently prized Daisy from clinging to his neck and handed her over to John. The little girl whined quietly when Tommy let her go but she quickly nuzzled into John's blazer, frowning nonetheless.

"I got you, love." Tommy hooked his hands under (Y/n)'s legs, squeezing her bum playfully before he pulled her close and slowly lowered her back down. It was going to be hard to leave her this morning.

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A tired sigh tumbled past Tommy's lips as he leaned his elbows on the murky bar and arched his back out, clicking his spine into place.

He didn't know what time it was and he didn't really want to know either. The sun was far away now and the moon was high up with the stars, that told Tommy all he needed to know. It was late and he needed to go home.

The voices in the Garrison started to blur together until all the laughs, the burling brawls and the clinking of glasses meshed into nothing but static in Tommy's ears. Both his brothers were sat in the small adjoining room next to the bar and though the closed door kept their voices at bay, Tommy could hear them both getting rowdy with each other. Aunt Polly had gone home a little while ago and now that the talk of business was over, it was time for Tommy to retreat home too.

After one more drink.

He tapped his empty glass down on the bar and dragged a hand through his tousled hair before someone appeared in front of him.

"What'll it be?"

"Shot of whiskey, for the road."

"Leaving already Tommy?" Grace swiped a rag across the bar in front of him before she turned to find the specific bottle that Tommy had been drinking from tonight.

Saying nothing, Tommy just nodded his head and waited patiently for his glass to be refilled. It was time for him to go home, (Y/n) and Daisy would be waiting for him and he hadn't seen them since the early hours of the morning when trouble arose. It had taken all day to sort the mess out at the bet shop but now it was done and the evening's meeting was over, Tommy could go home to his girls.

"You look stressed Tommy, anything I can do?"

He didn't like the way she leaned over the bar towards him or the smile on her lips. Something about Grace seemed to set Tommy on edge whenever he was around her. It was probably because she was always trying to get close, begging for conversation and closeness that he didn't want.

Deep down, Tommy knew what Grace was after but it was something he wasn't prepared to give.

To further his silent point, he began to slowly spin the wedding ring clad on his left hand. The gold band made slow circles around his finger in a soothing motion that was comfortable and familiar to Tommy with how many years he had worn it. He let his eyes flick from Grace, to the ring and back again before he downed the shot she poured him and pointed for another.

The gold band was a second skin for Tommy now, he'd been wearing it since he was twenty, since before the Peaky Blinders and back when John was a pre-teen terrorising the streets. Since he wore it, Tommy's eyes would never stray to anyone else, not like some of the other blokes in his family and his hands never wandered unless it was (Y/n) within his reach. She kept him on the hypothetical straight and narrow, she kept his mind clear and his course straight. She created the rules Tommy made the Blinders live by, kept them from going too far over the edge into the darkness beyond.

"No, nothing you can do other than refill my glass."

Something akin to burning annoyance flooded Tommy's senses when Grace's hand reached out and her finger sweeped across the ring on his finger. Stopping his repeated action of spinning it around while she tapped the gold band and for a moment he thought she was about to try and take it off.

"You sure? I know all sorts of ways I could help, and I don't see your wife anywhere."

The closer she leaned over the bar, the tighter Tommy's hand clenched around the whiskey glass until he was close to shattering it into pieces. Why was she doing this? what did she have to gain from winding him up when she knew he was the one in charge? She had nothing to gain and everything to lose.

"Yeah, well, the Garrison is no place for a pregnant lady." His voice was quiet enough that Grace could barely make out what he'd said.

(Y/n) was a frequent visitor of the Garrison, especially with all the meetings and family business they held here. But on a night like this, when they were out for drinks and brawls started, Tommy didn't want (Y/n) anywhere near when things usually got hectic. He wasn't taking the risk of someone barging past her or starting a fight and having his pregnant wife getting caught in the middle of it all.

Tommy could feel himself rattling, trying hard to contain the rage burning within him when Grace's hand trailed up his arm until her arm was hooked around the back of his neck, reeling him in so they were both leaning over the bar meeting halfway.

He could see the way she was biting down on her lower lip despite the smile she wore like the cat that got the cream. She wasn't used to not getting her way, Tommy could practically feel that radiating off her.

When Tommy's lips curved up into something resembling a half smirk, Grace's eyes lit up like a wildfire. She leaned closer until their noses were almost brushing and parted her lips, feeling his breath mingling with hers.

Finally.

She was finally getting somewhere with him. It had taken weeks of agonising over what to say, how to act, how close to get without risk of being put back in her place in a not so kind way. But now, she had both arms hooked around him and his face was one inch away from kissing her. This is what she had been searching for, what she had been trying to make happen. Closing her eyes, Grace leaned closer.

A gasp tumbled past her lips and her eyes flashed open to be faced with a wider grin on Tommy's face than she had seen before, but it wasn't exactly a smile. It was something deeper, darker, sinister like a straight line cracked up at the corners.

His fingers were curled around her neck, keeping her hovering over the bar and with a little more pressure, he stopped her from breathing. Her crimped hair fluttered around her face like curtains trying to protect her but nothing could save her from Tommy's mean streak. He pulled her closer until her stomach jammed painfully into the edge of the bar and she was forced to press one hand against the bar to steady herself. While her other hand came up to dig her nails into his wrist, willing him to release her.

"My lips are for my wife only."

The crooked grin stayed on Tommy's lips after he roughly released Grace, throwing her back to her side of the bar before he stood up.

That should be a lesson learned to her. She needed to stop her advances and pesky intuition and burdening, nosey questions that were getting on Tommy's last nerve. He wouldn't be telling her again and he wouldn't be putting up with this any longer. This was his pub that she could easily be fired from and his town that he could run her out of without breaking into a sweat.

She needed to be careful who she messed with.

Tommy grabbed the cap from his coat pocket and placed it neatly over his hair before he turned on his heels and aimed for the door. It was time to go home.

"You'll be sorry."

Who was she trying to kid? What could she possibly do that would make Tommy sorry for killing her advances that he didn't want? As if he was going to be sorry for leaving her here in a flux while he went home, happily, to his wife.

"Fuck off."

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"Come on then, who are we meeting?" Polly leaned back in her seat and took a long drag of her cigarette whilst she crossed one leg over the other. A devilish smile curved around the cigarette and and raised a brow at her nephew who sat opposite her at the table.

They were waiting in the main bar of the Garrison for two business associates to arrive, then they would head into the private room for a chat. Polly had no clue who they were supposed to be meeting, only that Tommy wanted her with him rather than his brothers and that gave her a boosted sense of pride.

She was the one who ran the business while he was away and she gave him the advice he always needed, whether it regarded the business or the family.

"A new trade partner," Tommy took a swig of his drink before he checked his pocket watch. If they weren't here in five minutes they would be late and the meeting wouldn't happen. Tommy wouldn't wait around when he had better things to do, nobody made the Shelby's wait.

"Right, well I-"

The air of smoke Polly inhaled got caught in the back of her throat, causing an awful coughing fit. She dropped the cigarette into the ashtray on the table and leaned forward, patting her chest but Tommy could see her eyes were locked on something behind him.

Had the trade partners arrived? Did Polly know them by face or name or even personally?

"Pol?"

Tommy watched her regain her breath and composure but the way she stood up so rigid and tense made him very uneasy and he stood up with her although he wasn't sure why. He turned around to see what had gotten her attention so quickly and feverishly.

It was John.

The younger Shelby brother barged through the doors to the Garrison, his cap disgruntled on his head, his shirt a little skewed and his hands bloodied, but it was what he held in his hands that had caught Polly's attention.

He was gripping a dark purple button up coat that sent Tommy shivering in his polished shoes. It was the coat he bought (Y/n) just before Daisy was born, it was what she wore day in and day out no matter the weather or occasion. It was her favourite and (Y/n) never went anywhere without it. So why was John holding it in his hands? Why did it have splatters of blood on it?

A shockwave rattled through Tommy as he and Polly barged past the tables and rounded over to where John was stood. Within a second, Tommy wrenched the coat from his brother and took it in his own hands to examine it. The coat was damp and wet like it had been dropped in a puddle, but he knew it was (Y/n)'s. Undoubtedly.

"Where did you get this?" His voice was strangely dark with a malice tone but it was the look in Tommy's eyes that sent John reeling.

"Where have you been? What's happened?" Polly appeared at Tommy's side in an instant but she could see tears threatening to spill over in John's eyes. He needed to talk but he knew whatever he had to say wasn't going to go down well with his big brother or his aunt.

"John!"

"It was out in the street, j-just there near the road. Is it...?"

"Where the fuck is (Y/n)?"

Tommy knew no one would have the answer, John wouldn't come in here blundering about like a fool if he knew where (Y/n) was or if she was alright. But he needed to know where the Hell his wife was and what had happened to her for her coat to be left damp and bloody in the street like this.

It had to be a warning sign. Someone had taken his wife to spite him and if Tommy didn't find her, anything could happen to her and he couldn't allow that. He needed to have (Y/n) back safe and sound in his arms now or he might just go insane.

Throwing the cap from his head, Tommy clenched the coat in one hand and dragged his fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands until a few clusters of hair wrenched out and got stuck between his fingers. This couldn't be happening to him. He couldn't be dealing with this.

Every part of him began to shake and he spun round on his heels, trying to look ruond the bar to see who was here and who was watching. Was someone sat in the shadows that he hadn't noticed before? Was someone waiting to see his reaction and laugh in his face and taunt him for not knowing where his wife was? Was this some trick or sick, twisted mind game he would have to play to get (Y/n) back?

"You,"

The coat dropped from his hand and he stormed across the pub in an instant, reaching out for her when she tried to walk out the back and avoid his unfiltered rage.

"This is you. What have you done?" Tommy dug his fingers into Grace's upper arms so tightly that he knew bruises would be left in his wake but he didn't care.

She had told him that he would be sorry for pushing off her advances on him. No one else would dare go for (Y/n), no one would try and do anything to her when they knew the penalty for messing with his wife would mean death. Grace had been the one to watch him like a hawk since the moment she got here and she had been watching him tonight, noticing him, filling his glass without saying anything which wasn't like her.

Usually she would taunt him, flirt with him, try and get some kind of answers or useful information out of him. Tonight she hadn't said one thing to him and he took that to mean she had accepted his warning and was giving in her game of trying to flirt with him.

Maybe it was a sign of guilt instead.

"What have you done to her? Where is my wife?!"

He wasn't in control of himself. One moment Tommy's hands were on Grace's arms and the next, he had his fingers wrapped around her rather delicate throat and he squeezed. He squeezed her flesh until he could feel her trachea beneath his fingertips and he could dig his nails into her skin.

Grace stumbled back until she was backed into the bar, her knees buckling from the pressure but she was held up by Tommy's hands. Her face turned as red as the blood on (Y/n)'s coat and the veins started to pop in her eyes. Her delicate lips parted, gasping for any air that she could get but Tommy wouldn't relent. If anything, he added more pressure until he could see her mind shutting down and for a moment he didn't think he was going to stop. He thought he would strange her until she had no life left within her and he could happily bury her with the rest of the unnamed dead in the cemetery.

It was Polly and John who clawed at Tommy's arms and managed to wrestle him free from almost killing the barmaid. They all watched her slump to the floor, clawing at her chest and heaving for air like a wild animal about to die.

"She did this! It's her, get her talking!" Tommy frantically pointed and swatted at John until he got the hint and hoisted Grace roughly to her feet. He would have to take her somewhere to interrogate her because Tommy clearly had some inkling or knowledge that she knew what was happening and he was almost always right.

Tommy watched his younger brother drag the barmaid towards the exit before the whole world seemed to crash down around him and he stumbled into Polly for support.

"Tommy, what is it?"

"Daisy. Where's Daisy? Who has her she was with (Y/n)!"

He couldn't breathe. Dark hands wrapped around his lungs and nails pierced into them letting out all the air he had savoured, suffocating him from the inside out.

Where was his baby girl?

(Y/n) had been at home with Daisy today, she didn't say anything about going out anywhere and now something had happened to her. That meant that Daisy was either taken with (Y/n) and could possibly be tortured or she was somewhere else, alone and unsafe.

"She wasn't- I didn't think... all there was was the coat." John didn't even think about his niece when he found (Y/n)'s coat. How horrible did that make him? She didn't even cross his mind. He stared at the familiar coat and a slither of dread crept down his spine at the thought of someone hurting his sister. He bolted from the street to find Tommy, to let him know and find out how they could get her back to safety. He didn't even contemplate the thought of his niece being taken or lost.

Pushing past his brother, Tommy set out in a sprint away from the pub with Polly in tow behind him keeping a steady pace in her heels.

If nothing of Daisy's was left for him to find, maybe they hadn't taken her. He wouldn't put it past Grace to take Daisy too if this truly was her doing but he hoped, he prayed, she wouldn't. She had never seen his daughter, never crossed paths with her in the street and Tommy would never let his daughter in the Garrison.

Each breath Tommy took felt like a knife was piercing his chest over and over, leaving him spluttering and gasping as he bolted down the street towards his home on Watery lane.

For once, the door was open. That was a bad enough sign in itself because Tommy always locked the door from the moment he married (Y/n) and he made it clear even when she was home with him, the door was to be locked.

"Daisy? Baby it's daddy, where are you? Daisy!" The more he spoke, the more desperate Tommy became until he was roaring the words so loudly he almost shook the walls to their core. He needed to find her, he needed to find his baby and make sure she was okay. If she wasn't here he didn't know where he would look.

Polly bypassed him into the kitchen, about to check the garden as Tommy jumped up the first few steps on the stairs before a low, wailing caught his attention.

"Daisy?"

When the wailing got louder, Tommy stumbled back down the steps and almost ran into the kitchen before he stopped.

The cupboard.

He struggled with the cupboard door before finally sending a kick into it and wrenching it open.

There she was. There was his little girl, curled up in the corner of the cupboard beneath the stairs, clinging to one of Tommy's black Peaky coats that was wrapped around her like a blanket to keep her safe and hidden. Her pale face was beet red and stained with tears like she had shed a river and her hair was tousled around her head, matching her dads. But it was the desperate, howling cries she was letting out that broke Tommy's heart completely.

"Daisychain, baby it's daddy. Come here,"

Tommy went down on his knees and slowly reached out towards Daisy but he was surprised when she flung herself at him. Her face, wet with tears, burrowed into his neck and she sniffed and dribbled onto the collar of his shirt. Her arms deadlocked around his neck and she pressed her body into him, scutting beneath his coat to stay protected.

He burrowed his nose in her hair and took a slow, steady breath, trying to stop himself from fainting.

She was here in his arms and she didn't look hurt, only shaken and petrified. (Y/n) must have hidden her away in here when she knew something was happening.

"I've got you sweetheart," With a deep breath, Tommy stood up and took a few steps back as Polly came over and wrapped an arm around them both, tears of relief in her eyes.

"Where's mummy?"

"I'm gonna go get her, sweetheart. I promise."

Tommy kissed the top of her head and slowly rocked her in his arms, letting tears fall down his face. It had been so long since he cried. Nobody saw him cry anymore, he wouldn't give them the satisfaction. The only time he had properly cried since before the war was when Daisy was born. He had her safe and sound in his arms, but he couldn't answer her question because he didn't know where his wife was.

He had to find her.

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Headcanon: Peaky Blinders

-Being the second youngest Shelby and being really close to John and Esme (fem!reader)

A/N: requested by anon right here, thanks again! Sorry for being a little late, I hope you like it.

As a kid, John always tried to shelter you. All of your brothers did, maybe trying to protect your innocence for just a bit longer, but John was the one who was trying the hardest. Arthur just didn’t know how and Tommy, as much as he wanted to shelter you, needed to make sure the rest of the world wouldn’t eat you right up.

Not having a mother was really hard. Sure, you had Polly and Ada, but it never felt like having a real mom.

Still, your childhood was filled with beautiful memories. You remember the boys taking you and Finn out whenever they could. You would go to the beach or just run in a field of flowers. Every day out of Birmingham was like a blessing to you. You couldn’t stand its ashy damp streets and its misery that seemed to seep out of every crack in the walls. John was always there to make sure you wouldn’t forget those beaches and fields.

“Y/N!” John called out coming up to you and Finn sitting on the ledge of the bridge, throwing rocks in the water. “What?” you asked, trying to slick back your hair that was getting frizzy from the humidity. “Look what I got for you,” he said pulling out the prettiest seashell out of his pocket. “Wow! It’s for me?” “Of course!” he said stuffing it in your hands and ruffling your hair.

Seeing you happy was enough to make him smile.

Then John got married and had children, and already you could feel the two of you drifting apart. You hated that. You hated it because you were jealous of his kids. You, you were his kid for so long and now you could see how easily you could be replaced. You hated it because those kids had a mom, which you could never have. But mostly, you hated it because you felt so bad about being jealous that you were the one who decided to put some distance between you and John. But it didn’t last very long.

“Y/N? Come here!” John said, hearing you walk in the house, “Come here I said!” he said grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, “Come sit with me for a second, will you? We barely talk anymore, what’s going on?” He pulled you onto his lap “I don’t know…” you said, “Why would you even want to talk to me anymore…” you mumbled. “What was that?” “Nothing…” “Y/N?” he said putting his hand on your head and pulling you close to his chest. “You’ve got your own kids now, why would you spend your time caring for me?” “I will never stop caring about you, Y/N. You’re.. you’re like my own kid, okay? Don’t ever forget that.”

After that, you stop being afraid to hang out at John’s place and you grow quite close to Martha too.

But that all stopped when the war started.

You got really scared when John was sent away to fight. It felt like the world had decided to rip away the only beautiful thing in your life. You were scared that everything was going to go dark while he was away. And what if he never came back…

While John was away, you were always around to help Martha. You helped her with the groceries, watched over the kids or even cooked. She was really nice to you too. She would brush your hair, braid it, let you try on makeup, and dance with you in the kitchen.

But John came back and she was the one who ended up leaving you. It was really hard on you. You stayed locked in your room for days, barely coming out to eat. John would sit in front of your door trying to coax you out. You could hear him cry sometimes. And you cried too. Because you missed Martha. Because you wanted to be there for the kids. Because you were supposed to be the one making John smile.

You got out of your room, slowly sitting down on the floor by John’s side. You weren’t crying anymore, but couldn’t really bring yourself to smile. You rested your head on his shoulder. “Do you remember her favourite song?” you asked quietly. “Of course I do,” he said,” she will dance to it all the time. You did too.” “So did you,” you added. “Maybe we could put it on… and dance…” “I think I would like that…”

At first, you were completely against John marrying Esme. Why would he marry someone he doesn’t even know! And why replace Martha! You understand it, of course, from a business and strategic point of view, but that’s all.

It doesn’t take long for you to notice how happy John is with her. So as much as you want to hate her, you can’t bring yourself to do so. When John finally presents you to her, you can’t hide how happy you are.

“Y/N, this is Esme, my wife,” John said proudly. “Hi,” you said, waving your hand shyly. “So you’re the famous Y/N,” Esme said, crouching to be on your level. “Famous?” you asked curious. “Yeah, famous,” she said pushing back a strand of hair behind our ear, “John can’t shut up about you, acting like a proud dad and stuff.”

And that was enough to make you fall in love with her. After everything, the war, Martha’s death, you felt like you were going back to your old self. You were happier than ever, always smiling and ready to help out.

Esme was really grateful for you too. John’s kids were still young, and seeing you close to Esme, trusting her, made them feel more comfortable around her. Very much like Martha, she took care of you, but unlike her, she wasn’t trying to keep you in the house. She would push you to go out and explore the world on your own.

You could tell something was wrong when her cocaine addiction was getting out of hand. You tried your best to be kind to her but she always seemed down and moody.

“Esme,” you said unsure. “What is it, sweetie?” “You… you… you look like you’re not feeling well,” you finally said. “I’m okay,” she mumbled, “don’t worry about me.” “But I can’t help it!” “Come here,” she said, quickly wiping and tear from her face, “Come on, smile for me, you’re our ray of sunshine aren’t you?” “Yeah…” you said smiling weakly, “But Esme, I really am worried…” “Shhh, let me do your hair for you,” she said spinning you around, “That will put a smile on your face, right?

Moving to the countryside estate is probably the best thing to ever happen to you. Esme was the one to invite you, saying that this could be your first step to getting out of Birmingham. It feels like living in a childhood memory. You would enjoy long walks in the field with the dog, drinking tea on the terrasse and watching the sunset over the trees. You were older now, of course, but you would still fall asleep to John telling stories to his kids.

It all gets destroyed, torn apart, when John is killed. A big red stain is spreading across your perfect life. You can’t stay there anymore, it makes you feel sick. You try going back home, spending time with Finn, then going to Ada’s, but nothing seems to be working. You start to spiral down

If people doubted you were a Shelby, they believe it now. You’ve been up to all sorts of troubles, petty crime, drinking, and fights, but nothing could fill the hole in your chest. Ultimately, you wound up getting a bunch of guys really pissed off. Something about you being a prude or something. You were so drunk by then that you could barely remember what they said. You could however remember how scared you were when they cornered you in an alley near the Garisson. You could remember how badly you wanted John to just show up and get you out of there.

It was Esme you showed up. She had been looking for you ever since you left the countryside estate. She brings you back home and tends to your wounds, making you feel at home once again.

“I didn’t mean to cause that much trouble,” you said. Esme was finishing up the bandage on your arm. “It’s alright Y/N,” she said,” don’t worry about it.” There was a long silence before any of you spoke again. “Why are you doing all this?” you finally asked. “Cause I care about you,” she said, picking up a hairbrush and sitting behind you. She was taking her time, slowly detangling the knots in your hair. “But…” you started, not knowing what to argue. “Cause you’re like my kid,” Esme said, cutting you, “And I’ll be there for you no matter what!” You turned around, suddenly hugging her. “I love you,” you whispered in her ear. “I love you too,” she whispered back hugging you tighter.

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