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fromforeigntofamiliarity · 18 days

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Relays Of Information | Shelby!Daughter

Summary: Tommy founds out he has a daughter he never knew about. Or The long lost Shelby daughter raised as a widow comes face to face with her father.

Request: Nah

Warning: description of violence

Walking into the club in downtown London, Tomas Shelby let his eyes scan the crowded establishment in search for the young woman he had seen earlier that day.

Flashback:

"Mr. Shelby," Devlin called as her entered the office. "Your next meeting is here." He informed.

"Alright, send 'em in Devlin." Tommy replied putting away the paperwork her was been working on in her time between meetings.

Entering the office once again, this time with a woman following close behind. "Ms. Kitty Jurossi." He introduced causing Tommy to halt in his movement for a moment before looking up at the woman.

"Thank you Devlin." Tommy says continuing to put the papers away.

Once the two were alone they sat in silence for a few moment, through it felt equally as eternal for them both.

"Hello Tommy." Kitty greeted the man nervously. "Or do you prefer Mr. Shelby now?" She asked with a slight chuckle.

"Tommy is fine, Kitty." He answered with a close lipped smile. "Please have a seat, feel free to have some tea." He offered gesturing to the seat at the end of the table with a fresh pot of tea sat in front of it.

"Thank you." She replied shuffling over and taking a seat in the wooden chair. "It's been a long time, how have you been?"

"I've been fine Kitty and yourself." Tommy asked squinting his eyes at the sister of his former lover, a sense of unease creeping in.

"I've been fine as well Tommy," She replied. "It took me awhile after Greta passed on and I think I can just about put it behind me and move on. Which is why I've come here."

Remaining silent Tommy sustained his gaze in the woman allowing her to continue with her story.

"I've wronged you Tommy a great deal, before you left for the war Greta confided in me that she was pregnant." Kitty revealed. "She didn't have the heart to tell you knowing you may not have made it home to meet your child. She knew she was sick and that she most likely wouldn't have that chance either. She asked that when she died I take care of the child and if you returned that the child should be with their father." she continued tears began filling her eyes.

"But that didn't happen."

"No that didn't happen, Tom." She confirmed. "It was hard after Greta passed, I had just lost my sister, I had this baby I had no idea how to raise and no one knew how long the war would last or if you'd even make it back." Tears falling down her cheeks.

"I have no idea how they knew about the babe or why but about a month after it was born some people came to me, they said they would pay me a lot of money to let them have the baby, they said they would give it a good home a good family." She explained wiping the tears from her face. "I was skint and couldn't provide for it, so I said yes and I took the money."

"I have a child." Tommy stated.

"After I heard that you had returned from war it was too late, the child was already gone and I felt that it would do no good for you to know about it seeing as Greta had passed on, knowing you had also lost a child might have broken you."

"But I didn't loose a child did I Kitty?" Tommy asked shaking his head. "You sold 'em."

"I know I've done an awful think Tommy, its been eating me alive all these years." Kitty said now sobbing quietly in her seat. "Which is why I've come here today, to confess, I only hope that one day you... and Greta, may she rest in peace, can find it in your heart to forgive me."

"where is he now?"

"I don't know Tom, But I heard of you, I know you have money, connections things that would make it a hell of a lot easier for you to find them." She answered. "I know most men have no interest with raising a child and I'm not asking you to, I have myself together now, a job and house and they deserve to know about their family about Greta. I can raise 'em take care of 'em now, I just need your help to find the child Tommy, please."

For a while Tommy sat simply staring at the crying woman in his office, a woman who he would have once been his sister-in-law but had sold his child, a living breathing legacy of her sister, her own blood.

"Alright Kitty." Tommy finally spoke breaking the silence. "I'll look for the my child and I will find 'em"

"Thank yo-,"

"And you'll not come anywhere near him." Tommy interrupts. "This will be you first and final warning Kitty, I'll let you walk now, but if you ever come near my family again. I will kill you."

Hanging her head Kitty Jurossi gave a slight nod before standing from her seat heading to the door. "Tommy," Kitty called as she opened the door turning to face him once again. "You should know, the baby...it was a girl. You have a daughter."

It took longer to find her than Tommy would like to admit, but there was obviously no paper trail for the deal Kitty Jurossi had made. Tommy sent men out to search hospitals on any record of Greta giving birth, one came back the all records of the birth and the child itself was taken by a man claiming he was from a home for orphaned girl in London, though he spoke with a Russian accent.

More digging and with the help of his friends (Alfie) in Camden, Tommy found the was one girls home that received many shipments to and from Russia.

‘The Red Room Home For Orphaned Girls.’

Four days Tommy waited outside the home, watching, waiting but for what he didn't know. Yet on the forth day all his waiting paid off as he spots a young woman walking down the street, his breath caught in his throat as he stared at an almost exact replica of Greta Jurossi. She shared nearly every feature with her late mother save a few her and there, but the one thing that wiped away any doubt was her eyes, even from across the street Tommy could see the deep blue color of them. His eyes.

With confident strides she walks up the stairs of the building before entering the door.

"Where have you been for four days?" Tommy muttered to himself never taking his eyes off of the building as he reaches into his breast pocket pulling out a cigarette. What also caught his attention even more was that an hour later she was once again walking through the door and heading off down the street. "What the hell kind of girls home is this?"

With a quick honk of his horn Tommy caught the attention of the blinder down the street, nodding in the direction of the girl, a second later the man began following the unknown Shelby down the street.

[<_>}

Irina sat in the club, small smile on her face, enjoying a glass of champagne as she watched the people around her dance, do drug, have sex and more.

She casually scanned the crowd waiting for her eyes to lock on the man she had followed here. Paul Lipton, he was in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with a pretty blonde women that most definitely not his wife. She knew that for a fact because that was the exact reason she was here, turned out Mrs. Lipton wasn't the type of woman to just set back and let her husband cheat on her.

Downing the rest of her drink Irina stood from her seat heading straight for the dance floor, Spinning and twirling as she attempted to blend into the crowd, making her way toward the unfaithful man she reached for the knife that was strapped to her upper thigh. Getting closer and closer to Paul she raised her arms, doing once final spin as she passed the man quickly dragging the knife across his throat.

It took Paul a few second to realize what was happening to him, she watched as the smiles slowly slipped from his face before his hands shot up to his throat in an attempt to stop his blood from spilling out of his wound. It wasn't until he fell to his knees that his partner noticed that something was terribly wrong. Seeing the red spill from his neck and down the front of his suit drew a scream from the blonde that pierced the ears of nearly everyone in the club.

In an instant the panic started as everyone began to scramble in all directions to what they hope would be safely.

Getting the feeling she was being watched Irina once again scanned the, now panicking, crowd. She had to admit she didn't expect to lock eyes with a man standing on the other side of the club dressed on a long black trench coat, blue eyes nearly completely covered my the peaky cap sat on his head.

After a few seconds of eye contact she took a step back disappearing into the crowd.

[<_>]

Pulling up to the large house 'Arrow' as it was called, Irina took note of the men standing causally outside. Guards, though not very good ones she would say.

"Ne nuzhno derzhat' mashinu v rabochem sostoyanii, ya chuvstvuyu, chto eto zaymet nekotoroye vremya." She said to the driver as he opened the door for her to exit the vehicle.['No need to keep the car running, I have a feeling this will take awhile.']

As she approached the door one of the men broke from the group stepping in between her and the door.

"Can I help you ma'am?" He asked looking down at her.

"No, I don't think you can." She replied rolling her eyes as he blows smoke in her face. "I have a meeting with a Mr. Shelby." She informed trying her best not to punch the man in the throat.

Looking over to one of the other men a bit away her nods his head in the direction of the door before turning back to her as the other walks inside. The man in front of her stares at her for awhile scanning her body ever once and a while.

"You know if your going to see Mr. Shelby, I'm afraid I'll have to search you for weapons." He smirked at her flicking his finished cigarette away.

"Touch me and it will be the last thing you do." She smirked back at the man already prepared to take him out. Her smile only grew as the man took a step forward.

"Mr. Shelby will see you now." The man from before announced sticking his head outside the door.

"Oh lucky me." She says sarcastically, side stepping the man in front of her, coming shoulder to shoulder with him she stops. "And extremely lucky for you." She states before walking up the steps and entering the home.

"Right this way ma'am." An older women in the other side of the door directed her though a hall that came to a large door way. On the other side was a dining room with a large table occupied by a approximately 13 people.

"Mr. Shelby, your guest has arrived." The woman says gesturing over to you. "Shall I take your coat?" She asked causing you to shrug it off allowing her to take it as she exits.

"Irina," The man sat at the head of the table greeted. "Thank you for coming, please have a seat."

Walking over to the table she approaches the seat Tommy had gestured to next to him. Across from her was a blonde woman who she noticed was in a very large portrait above the fire place, she sat next to a small child, obviously her son.

"Mr. Shelby." She greeted back taking a seat. "I have to say when I saw you at the club this isn't the exact way I pictured we'd meet again."

"No?"

"Well most of my clients don't usually introduce me to their family." She informed. "It's not really a family friends profession."

"Are you a whore?" The blonde woman asked looking at you from across the table.

"No...well, maybe." Irina smirked. "I like most people offer a unique service for a price, everyone is a whore is you think about it, just selling different parts of themselves."

"And what service do you provide?" A ginger haired boy a bit down the table asks.

"Finn."

"No its alright Mr. Shelby," She assured. "Well, Finn to put it simply. I kill people."

"Are you serious?" Finn asked looking around the table with a nervous chuckle.

"Deadly." She smiles. "Which is why I was wondering why Mr. Shelby called me here, its no secret that the Shelby family tends to handle grudges on their own."

"So you've heard of us?" A man sitting next to Finn asked with a smirk.

"I prefer to know who I'm working for." She replied. "I asked around about you 'Tommy Shelby the man who could make an enemy out of god himself', So Mr. Shelby who is it that now even the all powerful Tomas Shelby can kill?" She smiles excitement shining in her eyes.

"I'm afraid you may be quite disappointed," Tommy says looking away from the young girl and over to the woman sitting next to her. "I haven't asked you here to have anyone killed."

Slowly the smile slips from her face as she turns her attention to the head of the table, leaning forward with a glare on her face.

"So you've wasted my time?" She asks staring down the blue eyed man.

"I've called you here to offer you some...information you may find interesting." Tommy corrected.

"If I wanted interesting information, Thomas." She started leaning forward some more. "I would have went to a fucking library."

"Not this information love." The older brunette sitting to he left states.

"I don't know how to say this so I'll just come out with it." Tommy started.

"Please do."

"about sixteen years ago, before I went off to war, I was involved with a woman by the name of Greta Jurossi." He explains. "She died while I was still in France, but before that she had a child. My child."

"Is this what coming out with it means to you?"

"A few months ago, her sister came to me to let me know of the child." Taking a moment to clear his throat Tommy finally 'came out with it.' "That child is you."

All eyes were now on Irina as she looked down at the table cloth in front of her. Tommy took her silence as a sign to continue speaking and began introducing the various members of the Shelby family to the newest member.

Having gone down the table Tommy finishes looking back over to his daughter, after a few moments of silence a small chuckle was heard as her shoulder began to move more and more as her laughter became louder.

"I'm sorry," She apologizes as she looks around to see no one else laughing. "I just find this whole story a bit ridiculous."

"You think we’re lying." The younger brunette with a short hair cut asked seemingly offended.

"Yes...No...well, weather I believe it or not doesn't really matter." Irina said waving her had dismissing the topic. "But you were right Mr. Shelby this wasn't a waste of time after all. Because I have some 'interesting' information for you as well."

reaching down in a small pocket in her skirt pulling out a bullet setting it upright on the table. On the bullet a name, crudely etched into the side.

‘Thomas.’

"I'm sure you are familiar with a name by the name of Sabini?" She asked rhetorically. "Well it seems you have offended him in someway seeing as he contacted me sometime ago with the request that I end your life."

"Imagine my surprise when I not only spot you in London, alone, unprotected, but then you invite me to your home." She laughed in disbelief. "So I guess the question now Mr. Shelby is, Mr. Sabini paid a lot of money to have you killed, How much are you willing to pay to stay alive?"

Part 2(?)

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mistress-riddle · 5 months

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𝐌𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘.

✐ 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

cw - tommy shelby x mother! reader. reader has a daughter and tommy is not the father lol. mostly fluff and humour, tommy beefs with an almost 4 year old but what’s new?

a/n : this was a request however i lost the actual request 🤷🏻‍♀️

"sweetheart, are you ready?" [name]'s voice rang throughout the house as she finished placing her coat over her outfit, rummaging through her purse to see if she had enough money to do her shopping shortly after.

"yes, mummy!" came the reply from her daughter in a sweet childish voice as she ran up to her mother who held her arms wide open for her baby to run into and balance on her waist.

she took sight of dana's face with her chubby cheeks and felt overwhelming affection cross through her "come here!" giggles erupted into the air as [name] peppered kisses all over the little girls face.

"alright, little bug," she says as she sets her down and looks directly at her "we need to go to the market but before that we'll go and see mister curly, is that good?" she asks the girl and in return receives a nod of glee.

"good, let's go!"

hand in hand, [name] and her daughter exited their house, arms swinging merrily as they made their way to the stables curly worked in. it was fate that they stumbled upon the place during one of their strolls intended to familiarise themselves around the city, having just moved to small heath less than 4 months ago after the death of the patriarch of the family.

small heath, despite its unpleasant parts (it seemed quite grime and dirty most of the times), had its charms. the people were alright — curly was friendly! — and it was not extremely hectic like london was. at least she thought so, she heard about something called "peaky blinders" mentioned every now and again but they were usually in hushed whispers and she found that it did not concern her as she lived peacefully with her daughter.

"good morning, mister curly!" [name] greeted curly upon their arrival. dana was quick to detach from her mother and approach curly with an eager smile and hug. the kind man took it in stride and with an equally jovial smile and he was quick to lead the young girl to the beautiful horse snacking on the scattered hay before it.

"a good morning to you too, missus [surname]" he replied shortly after, tipping his head in greeting like a gentlemen and a smile made it's way onto the widows face as she turned to look at dana rubbing her face against one of the horses fur.

"dana, we won't spend long here alright?" a pout formed on her daughters lips at the declaration and [name] mentally prepared herself to win whatever argument that would rise from her daughter.

"okay, mummy." the girl sighed in defeat and [name] approached her to press a kiss on the crown of her head for being an obedient child before she pat the horse her child was caressing.

"what was he called again, love?" [name] asked as she turned to look down at her daughter who smiled brightly. she loved animals but horses in particular seemed to have caught her little self's attention.

"he's moby, mummy," dana said, hands resting on her waist much like her mum would often do "you should know that."

"I forgot sweetheart, must be turning old." she chuckles and checks her watch before patting her daughters shoulder "now, let's get going, honey."

"goodbye mister curly!" dana waves at the man who waves back and [name] gives a milder wave of her own. the two begin to walk slowly to the market as the mother starts to instruct dana.

"hold onto my hand or my coat at all times, okay?" she tells her daughter.

"yes, mummy."

"I don't want you to get lost, babygirl. I'll get you a treat for being a good girl, alright?" [name] pinches her cheek when they arrive at a stand in the market and she starts checking the items being sold as the man behind the cart occupies her attention.

dana's attention, however, is captured by the neighing of a horse nearby and she gasps at the sight of moby striding through the streets with an unfamiliar man settled upon him. she is quick to leave her mothers side to get a better look at the man who stole moby. once he catches sight of her, he slows the horse to warn the young girl.

"out of the way, love." he says. voice gruff and so unlike the tone her mum would use to warn her and so dana stubbornly shakes her head and crosses her arms. he watches her as she watches him, a deep frown settled on her lips and eyebrows set in passionate defiance. anyone could see that the girl was not going to comply with anything and so the man sighs and mounts off the horse. he holds the reigns in his hand as he begins to head towards the girl with the horse following and takes his place in front of her, kneeling down to meet her gaze.

"can you move out the way, please?" he repeats, tone much softer this time. the girl still shakes her head and the mysterious man wearing a peaked cap shuts his eyes in annoyance.

the words she says causes him to flash his eyes open--

"sir, that horse is not yours."

she says it with so much confidence and certainty that he finds himself confused as she points towards the horse planted firmly behind him.

"pardon?" he asks, bafflement evident on his expression.

"how can you steal him from mister curly? mummy told me stealing is very rude and not nice. so stealing from mister curly is very rude and very mean. what if I went into your house and stole something important from you, would you not be sad? because I know I would."

in the midst of this occurring, the citizens of small heath take in the spectacle before them. eyes trained and mouths agape at the sight of the most dangerous man in birmingham being scolded by someone, nevermind a little girl, about stealing of all things.

tommy's face relaxes "first off, this is my horse," he claims, running a hand down monaghan boy's head "second, where's your mummy?"

"she's shopping" she quickly answers, dismissing him "but I'm here to stop you from stealing moby, mister thief."

"moby? mister. thief?" tommy repeats in mild amusement as his brow arches.

"dana, sweetheart, where are you?" [name]'s voice calls out and she breaks through the crowd to see a man kneeling with a hand shoved into his pocket in front of her highly irritated daughter.

"what's going on here?" she asks as she arrives to stand behind her daughter with her hands placed collarbones, hugging her body close to her torso in protection as mild panic settled onto her pretty features.

"I'm assuming you're the mum?" the man asks as he stands up straight and [name] takes this opportunity to scan his appearance thoroughly. he was a good looking man, seemingly based on the attire he bode, she took notice of the cigarette he almost wore as an accessory.

"you're right, is there a problem?" she confirms and levels his gaze despite how piercing it was.

"this little girl-" the man was interrupted by dana turning in her arms with angry tears threatening to spill from her eyelids "mummy, this man stole moby from mister curly and he's not wanting to give him back!"

[name]'s eyebrows furrow together as she looks at her daughter before lifting her head to see the man roll his eyes.

"miss," he interjects "your daughter will not allow me to pass despite my ownership of the horse, curly is my employee." he clarifies but dana just turns to [name] to rebut as she's not convinced.

"mummy, tell curly to come here and see if this man is telling the truth." the older woman was about to deny her request but dana widened her doe eyes and persisted and so, [name] sighed as she told her to stay in her spot before hurrying over to the stables nearby.

"I don't have time for this." tommy goes to move but dana screams in protest and he freezes.

"stop that." he demands the girl and she sticks her tongue out at him and if this situation wasn't a bit irritable on his behalf, he would have laughed but that didn't stop the half scoff, half chuckle from leaving his lips.

"fine, I'll stay until 'mister curly' shows up." dana moves closer to the man to pat the horse.

"it's fine moby, I'll save you from this mean man." she says in a loud whisper and tommy merely raises an eyebrow at her.

"alright everyone, keep moving." he claps his hands together beckoning the onlookers to briskly walk away and proceed their previous activities.

"I'm so sorry, sir." curly limps over to the man who just nods as a sign of dismissal of the apology and motions to the child clutching onto the horse.

"dana, come 'ere." curly takes the girl away to explain to her and [name] stands before the man and offers him an apology of her own.

"I'm very sorry, mister shelby?" she says with a bit of an intonation at the end and the man nods "we're new here and not really sure as to how this place works, I'm very sorry if my daughter offended you in any way and ask you to forgive her for she is merely a child."

"I'm not a monster, despite what you might've heard." he chuckles "she's a loyal child who wants to stop something bad from happening to someone or something she loves, you raised her good." he nods, as if agreeing with himself and looks at the girl who was walking guiltily over to the two and [name] gives a small smile in return.

"thank you, is there anyway we could make it up to you?" she asked, picking up her daughter to rest on her hip.

"well, I'd like an apology from this little lass" he taps the tip of dana's nose and she crinkles it cutely in response "and an address from you." he says after a bit of a pause.

"address?" [name] inquires, confused and intrigued as well as worried.

"fear not, I'm not the grim reaper asking for your souls." he smirked as he caught [name] looking apologetic at her hesitance, lower lip released from the clutch her teeth had against it "I'd like to invite you both to something."

"I see," [name] smiles with a nod before whispering in dana's ear something and the little girl looks at the man with a frown on her lips.

"I'm sorry for saying bad things about you mister, it was wrong of me and I'm very, very sorry." she looks at him with teary eyes.

"you're alright," he pinches dana's cheeks softly "I'm sure moby would appreciate you trying to protect him."

"can I still see him?" she asks, hope lacing her words and the man nods.

"thank you, sir!"

"thank you a lot, mister shelby."

"anytime, miss?"

"[surname], [name] [surname]." she flashes him a smile before taking her leave with her daughter still in her arms who gives the man a big smile that has him returning a smaller one.

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deceitfuldevout · 5 months

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Blessed Be The Fruit

Soft!Dark!Sergeant!Tommy Shelby x Maiden!Reader

Word Count: +1,620

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Hints of misogyny, Loss of virginity, Mild gore (blood), Cunnilingus, Mentions of past kidnapping.

Author's Notes: This is a one shot. It's a fanfiction that has a few ideas from the handmaiden’s tale that are altered cause it's my fic lol.

As the population decreases, the government has no choice but to intervene. Every citizen is now required to marry past a certain age. Those who were part of the military or government, were given a registry of approved wives to choose from. Often the families of the women were forced to participate. Yours was one of them. It was a week after you turned twenty when an officer knocked on your parents' door. He will inform you of the news. A husband has finally chosen you.

You read the profile of your soon-to-be husband, Sergeant Tommy Shelby. He'd served in the British army for a few years, returning home as a decorated solider. His first wife had been murdered, the second divorced. Your eyes rake down the list. A widower who'd been married twice. He'd lost his youngest daughter to an illness, his first son in a local gang's crossfire. Charlie is his last remaining heir. He can't risk losing him, what Tommy needs now is a spare.

You remember your earlier days of scouting. Should any family find themselves under bankruptcy, their daughters will be forced into the draft. A law passed by the government to decrease the poverty line. You along with the other women were kidnapped and forced to attend months of dreadful etiquette classes.

Training you on how to walk, talk, behave, and care for the home. In simpler terms, you had to learn how to sell yourself as someone interesting enough to marry. You were a brand, put on display for any eligible bachelors. Only at the graduation ceremony did you feel relieved. Finally allowed to return home.

Every family that had been in the registry was part of the working class. They'd been forcibly placed in the registry because of debt or bankruptcy. It was the government's solution to decrease the amount of poverty. Their daughters would be used as sacrificial lambs. Otherwise, they'd be rounded up and forced into imprisonment, or worse. How could you say no with such a severe punishment?

He has given you a week. A week to come with him willingly or face the consequences. It rained on the day of the wedding, the ceremony itself was cut short by how dangerous the weather became. Your now husband wastes no time dragging you away and into a car. He wastes time returning home. Tommy led the way to the bedroom. There were certain things to expect on your wedding night. A contract that now legally binds you to him.

There is a list of conditions that the each of you were to follow. One being him taking care of you and your family, as long as you promise to give him an heir. However, many it would be. There was one last thing to seal the contract, marriage consummation. Mandatory by law, punishable by imprisonment. You remember the advice given by the elderly women who worked for the registry program. As soon as you spot the bed, covered in white sheets, your breathing hitches.

Tommy faces away from you, stripping himself of his coat. You remove each strap and let the dress slip off. You approach the bed, now splayed in only a white lace set, relaxing on your side. You tilt your head. Now gazing at your new husband with a playful smirk. If only he knew what was going on inside that little head of yours. How badly you wanted to break free.

A happy husband means an easy life.

That's what the elders had taught you. He turns around, taken aback by your sudden eagerness. His cold eyes rake your figure. He starts to approach the bed. Your seductive expression starts to crack. You find yourself now trapped under his cold, hard gaze. Still, there was too much at stake.

Appeasing your husband is what keeps the house in order.

This wasn't just a marriage consummation, it's a test to see if your husband wants to keep you. Everyone you love and care for will pay for one mistake, and that terrifies you.

A good wife must tend to all his needs.

That's when he gave the orders, "Present," to which you immediately began removing the rest of your garments. A procedure all the wives had practiced for. You feel a calloused hand holding your hip in place. Both hands digging into the soft blankets below. It takes everything in you not to burst into tears. Because good wives hide their pain well. He spits into the palm of his hand, spreading the slick on his length. He starts to pump himself, tugging on his cock a few times. But only enough to get it hard.

Tommy doesn't want to waste any more time. He presses his tip against your entrance, dragging it up and down your slit. He spits at your entrance before pushing in. Tears form in the corners of your eyes. You held back a scream, digging your nails into the bed. He places an arm to each side, shifting his bodyweight against yours. A grunt of discomfort broke from your lips. It felt like he was breaking you in.

There's only one thing that Tommy needs from you. Tonight, he's going to make sure it happens. If not, then he'll breed you every day until you take. He doesn't want to stop from there, no. You'll give him another one, then another after that. As many as he can make from that tight cunt of yours. Just the thought of it has him moaning, "Fuck...so good for me...my wife..." he juts his hips, finding a rhythm, "You will obey me," he fastens his pace, with both hands now grabbing your hips in a firm grip, "Your only job is to give me an heir," Tommy starts to lose himself in the pleasure.

It had been a while since he's had a good fuck. His brows furrow from how hard you were squeezing him, "Fuck...such a tight cunt..." he groans, he hovers over your naked form. His body heat spreading to your back. A thick wall of muscle traps you against the bed. He growls in your ear, "It's going to be like this every day...every day until this womb gives me an heir," a promise he's going to make sure comes true.

Tommy's grunts became louder as he was close. Sweat trickles from his body to yours, the intensity of it reduced you to a whining mess. He splays his body flush against yours. A stray of curse words escapes his lips, "Fuck...fuck so good...so good for me..." he dips his head in the crook of your neck, muffling one last moan before bottoming out. He doesn't remove himself, no. Tommy kept you plugged with his spunk. He pushes his length in as far as it could go before pulling out.

He flips over right next to you to catch his breath. When he hears sniffling, he turns his head. What made his little wife upset? He turns you over. Your eyes are red, there are tear tracks that trailed down each cheek. Spit had dribbled down your chin and onto the bed. Tommy had a gift for reading people. It was obvious you were trying to keep a plain expression. He hovers over you now with a stern look on his face. Tommy is determined to find the source of your worries.

That's when he felt it, the small wet patch on the bedding. Blots of crimson were in stark contrast to the white sheets below. You cower under his gaze. Frozen by fear yet still, you try to please him. But Tommy could see it clearly, and he wouldn't have it. He reaches below your knees, pulling you closer towards him. He lifts your lower half, until your bare slit is close enough to his mouth.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar sensation has you gasping. Tommy flattens his tongue against your core, dragging it up and down your slit. He takes his time, suckling and kissing at your sex. Practically smothering himself in it as he thrusts his tongue inside your spent cunt. You press a palm flat against your mouth, muffling any whimpers that would escape. Now this wasn't something you were prepared for.

Tommy wraps his lips around that bundle of nerves you whine. Your hole twitches with need, he'll fix that. Tommy slowly stretches the now slick opening, collecting any slickness he would need. He latches his mouth around your bud while thrusting his fingers in and out. Faster and faster, until a wave of pleasure has you arching your back. A gush of arousal splashes his chin, but he doesn't stop. Not even after you're pumping at his fingers in a vice grip. He keeps thrusting them at a rapid pace, until you've come undone again. He retreats from your drenched sex with a triumphant 'huff'.

You were exhausted, trying your best to catch breath. All you could do was stare at Tommy though hooded eyelids. He's sporting a cocky smirk, "I'm sorry dear wife," he interwinds his fingers with yours, holding them in place, "Do you forgive me?" licking up the slick on his lips. A flush of pink is spread across his face and ears. His icy blues are now overpowered by the large iris'. You could only give a faint nod, too tired to react as he pulls you in.

There the two of you lay, sprawled naked across the bed sheets. Your head against his chest as he brushes his hands though the locks. Tommy lets you rest for now. He sighs, "understanding now that you weren't a willing participant. All for the sake of 'societal standards'. He won't give you a harder life than it already had been. "Blessed be the fruit," he announces, marking the end of the night.

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"You're killing people?" "No, I'm killing boys." || thomas shelby x assassin!reader

pairing -> thomas shelby x assasssin!fem!reader

word count -> 2.5k (this took me two weeks)

warnings -> i was watching jennifer's body while i was writing the beginning and i think it accidentally started to seep into my writing, bisexuality??, hella tension, maybe some ooc tommy???, assassin stuff, a lot of dirty thoughts (i mean a lot)

notes -> yeah jennifer's body was a reeeally big influence of this. i had a good idea but this could have died, sorry yall!! also no beta read, we die like peaky fookin' blinders

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE LITERALLY SO HELPFUL Y'ALL HAVE NO IDEA

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An assassin is defined as someone who is paid to kill someone. In this business, you need to pay a handsome price to kill someone as important as Thomas Shelby. It wouldn’t be easy but no one saw a beautiful woman as someone who could kill you, but then again, that was usually the same people who called her sweetheart when passing her in the street. The very same people who would never be able to harass another woman after her. Y/n cut down any man that would hinder her fellow woman. Women too, if she viewed them as a threat. She was completely innocuous. She looked like every washerwoman in Birmingham. No one ever thought she was the one who was slowly taking out Peaky Blinders one by one.

No one saw her go in and no one saw her leave. It was easy for her. Men were becoming easier and easier for her to manipulate. Really, this is truly why she was bisexual. Women were truly better but sometimes she would find that one man who saw her. Saw her for what she was. A soldier who didn't know how to stop what she was doing. She had gotten so good at it that every time that she wanted to stop, another high paying aristocrat or politician would waltz in and give her a stack of cash to do away with their competition and she knew that her rent was due so just had to keep going. She was also supporting her family, all the family she had left after the war. She had grown up with brothers and most had gone to war and come back changed. There was nothing she could do about it. She just had to keep her head held up high and persevere, and persevere she did. She began to get very good at petty crimes, and more importantly getting away with them. Another thing she got good at was blending into the background. Become a nobody. Someone that people could easily see through. An excellent cover for an assassin.

There was another part of her that wanted recognition. Y/N wanted that fame and fortune. Nothing that she could have. Women had to work twice as hard in this world. Especially in the business of murder. Then again, those feminist rallies kept yelling about fucking over the patriarchy, why not instead, poison the patriarchy? Slowly? Maybe in the night? Maybe a little murder could do the feminist cause some good. She seemed to know every woman in this tiny town. She really didn’t but it was quite fun to see the men worry that all the pretty women they felt up would disappear. No one knew she existed and everyone knew her name. She barely knew how everyone knew her name. Maybe she did have a bit of that fame and fortune business. She just hoped that it would lead to women feeling a little safer to walk the streets, knowing that they had a silent protector who was not against a little homicide in the name of female comradery. It always feels a little warmer when you know you have a friend protecting you with a knife in the back of her skirt. It was never outright said but it was only men that saw through her. Women knew she was there. This is why she never took jobs that meant hurting or killing women. If it was a husband, she would leave the money for the widow. She was not going to be an asshole about it. No matter what, she would make sure that no woman would go without help.

She had no qualms about killing men. As much as she loved men, especially tall, dark, and handsome men, they can be a real pain to deal with sometimes. She tried to stay civil but really, how can straight women deal with them all the time? How do they not realize that the best part about married men are their wives?! And god, did the Shelby boys have the best pick of the women! God the women that hung around the Shelby betting shop were proper fit. Or maybe that’s just what drunk men said about them.

Tonight was special. It would be the death date of Thomas Shelby. The people who had paid her to poison him and make it look like a suicide. The only thing was that he was at a gala.

Great.

Using some of her extra earnings and her pay from doing laundry, she bought herself a tight fitting dress and some sparkling jewelry. She stood in front of her mirror and surveyed her body. She wasn’t well endowed at all, really she was the most average looking woman in the country, but not tonight. Tonight she would be the prettiest girl in the room. Tonight she would kill two birds with one stone. She would wreck Thomas Shelby’s public image and she would actually kill the devil. Her. She would be the one to kill the Devil of Small Heath. Oh what joy it would be to sit back and watch the Peaky Blinders scuttle around like sewer rats after their god and king died. They would never know who killed him, well, they would think they knew. She would make it look like a suicide but really, that was easy to stage. She would cry along with everyone else and wipe her tears with the cash she would receive after this job was done.

Stepping out of the car, making sure her dress wasn’t flashing anyone, she made her way up the stairs to the Shelby charity gala. Her dress was short and her faux fur shawl was draped around her shoulders precisely so that she would get all the right looks. She had studied men for too long without knowing what they looked for. Sauntering onto the floor, looking for the guest of honor, her trained ears could pick up the hushed chatter. Everyone here thought she was a prostitute. Figures. A woman dresses the way she wants and people call her a whore. Maybe it's for the better. It would ruin his reputation even more. Be here and be seen talking with a woman who people gossiped was a prostitute? Perfection. She hadn’t even planned this bit.

Finding him was the easy part. Talking was harder. He was surrounded by donors and grifters trying to weedle their way into his pocket. He just hadn’t noticed her yet. She perched herself on the edge of a stool at the bar and ordered what she usually liked to drink on the job. A daiquiri. Easy and plain. Continuing to accentuate her inconsequentiality. She wrapped her crimson covered lips around the rim slowly, watching him circle the room and finally alighting his eyes on her. She turned on her bedroom eyes and ripped more of her drink as she crossed her legs. She was trying to go for ‘come over and see if I’ll take a chance on you’ but really, it was more like ‘come over here and I’ll ruin you before you can finish whatever drink you order to look more casual’. This had worked plenty of times before so she was fairly sure it would work on him. At his core, Thomas Shelby was still a man. A man with a cock. A cock that needed a lot more than a regular man, or so Lizzie Stark told her. She loved Lizzie. Whenever Thomas was done with her, Y/N would always offer her a place to stay and open arms for her to settle in. Stroking through her hair was somehow calming to both of them at the same time.

The room seemed to heat up as he got closer. It really was a toss up if he would guess what she was really here for. Tensing up, she could feel him behind her. Shifting her hair so that it cascaded down her shoulder wasn’t a huge issue but it did wonders for her confidence. Her breath got shallower but gathering all of her courage, her foot spun her barstool to face the looming figure of Thomas Shelby.

“What are you ‘ere for, eh?” The head Shelby took a drag from his cigarette. Giving Y/n a once over, he chuckled. She obviously wasn’t a prostitute but really, he wanted to see what her game was. He was not about to impede a fellow business person while they are trying to do business. She tried to compose herself, tried to keep herself from falling into the endless pools that were his eyes. Endless pools that would ultimately drag her down and bring her to ruin before she could drive her knife into his chest and put an end to the whole ordeal. She could do it right now. She could see the blood seep out of him and see that look of pain that she so dearly needed to see from him. That look of pain that would be payment for all the harm he and his family had caused. She pondered whether or not she should actually fuck him here and now or fake wanting to and kill him just to get it over with. All this nasty business, gross man blood getting on this amazing dress.

“Here on business Mr. Shelby. Lizzie Stark gives her regards.” She would apologize to Lizzie later. Dear, dear Lizzie. Hopefully she would forgive Y/n for this later. She swung her legs around and walked closer to him, dragging a single hand down his chest. The easiest part of her job was having sex. She constantly thought about herself as a female protagonist written by a man made the process a little easier. Molding herself to the wants of the man.

She just wanted to hide away from the world but right now she was on the clock. Laying the charm on heavy and batting her eyelashes. His heart was beating faster and faster. This was getting easier and easier. Now she was divided. It was taking too long. The longer it took, the more attached she got. This is one target she didn't want to get attached to.

“Just because you look fuckin’ gorgeous, doesn’t mean you can just-” She gently plucked the cigarette from his pink lips and took a drag herself. Under her other hand, his pulse raced faster. She beamed at him. This time, she was actually feeling some semblance of happiness. Taking a small step forward, she got as close as she could so the smoke, ebbing and flowing from the smoldering edge of the cigarette, would be the barrier between them. She felt a strong hand at her waist, the hand away from the crowd, so the interaction would still look inconspicuous.

The cigarette hung her from her dark painted lips. They stood an inch away from each other. Each one wanted the other to move first. In his mind, he dreamed of slick thighs, breathy moans, painted breasts, fucked-out expressions, and those perfect gummy walls hugging his cock so well as she screamed in pleasure. In her mind, she dreamed of a perfectly executed mission…and nothing else. Definitely not his perfect jaw and how strong his hands felt at her waist. Definitely the way he was looking at her. Well, at least that meant she was doing what she did best correctly, but still…there was some part of her that had that morbid curiosity. Lizzie had told her what Tommy was like. Rough but loving. Rough enough to satiate himself but since he had taken all this effort to bring you here, he would not snap you in half. Maybe she could do that for one night. That would make a good story. ‘I spent the night with Thomas Shelby and survived’. Definitely something Lizzie would find funny.

Her mind just kept going back and forth in the span of a minute. Does she give in to her curiosity and see what the Devil of Small Heath would do to her or does she put on even more of a show just to ruin his reputation and then pull him outside to finish him off quietly. ‘Pun very much not intended.’ Truly, this was the worst situation to be punny.

To try to keep her mind on the man in front of her, her eyes just kept alighting on his sturdy looking chest. There was something strangely mysterious about what lay under that perfectly pressed tux. Just to be able to slowly pull every layer off of him was tantalizing. Maybe she might.

All of this took place in two minutes. They had gotten impossibly closer. His hands had started to slide down, slowly and even slower as she played with the edge of his tie. Oh how much fun it would be to pull him by his impeccable tie, just for him to land on top of her. This could be very fun.

His thoughts were undressing her, meticulously feeling every curve and every fold, kneading anywhere he could elicit a reaction, kissing, biting, anything she wanted. Feeling her under him. Hearing all those pretty noises as he devoured her completely. He knew that all she wanted to do was destroy his reputation but really? What’s so bad about having a little bit of fun? No one could comment because no one messed with the King.

No one.

They were forcibly shoved together at the hip. His grip was harsh and she was grinning. Sliding the cigarette behind her ear, she gently, temptingly, tantalizingly brushed her plump lips against the edge of his jaw, leaving trace amounts of her lipstick and perfume with it. Giving him one more flash of her sultry eyes and ghosting her hand against his face, ever so delicately holding his jaw, she grabbed her clutch and escaped expertly from his grasp. But not slipping her number into his jacket pocket so he knew where to find her. This was a different kind of mission now. A longer game. A game where she would move up the ranks. Infiltrating the Shelby operation at every level. Finding out their secrets. Knowing what shouldn't be known. She’d make a pretty pound for what she would know.

Of course, there was that added bonus. Now she had her snares in the most powerful man in Birmingham. Now she could manipulate him as she liked. She would make him fall for her completely. Make him promise her the world. Make him believe that she was what she told him. See her as she wanted him to see her. Control his judgment if someone decided to try to sow seeds of doubt into her darling. Making sure that when she was finally ready to stick the gilded knife in his back, that he would smile and tell her that he loved her one last time. Till next time Mr. Shelby, until next time.

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Break My Heart Again- Tommy Shelby x Reader

Part 2

Summary: After being childhood friends, you and Thomas made a promise one day to get married, but when he returns from France, he comes back a completely different man.

Warnings: ANGST, Tommy being a jerk, talk of trauma/death/etc. Platonic(?) betrayal.

It had been what seemed like weeks after the men were shipped off to France to fight in the war. When in reality, it had been only a week. [Name] had went back to work rather quickly, her mother preferring not to have her daughter mope around the house like a widow. So, she wrote her first letter to him.

Thomas,

You've just left us and it's already quiet here. Too quiet. The betting shop, the street, and the pub are all silent compared to the liveliness we were used to when you were home. When we came back from the platform, Polly, Ada, Martha, and I had walked in silence. Even Finn wasn't being his usual disorderly self. It's almost as if no one knew how to fill the silence. No one can fill the void that you three left.

In all honesty, I am scared. Terrified something will happen, and you won't return home to us. I want you to know how much I think about you, how much I need you to come home to me. I want you to be my first everything, I want you to keep that promise you made me before you left. Even now, as I write this letter, I stare at the ring on my finger, imagining how our future would be. We will pray for you every morning for a safe return.

Stay safe and please watch over each other. We are sending our love and prayers.

Sincerely, Your love [Name].

The whole of Small Heath seemed to be silent the first few days, but the women quickly took over while most of the men were gone. She had worked and worked everyday with the other women in the shop. Polly and Ada were strong women, and they were cracking down on the books like no other. They had involved themselves with their work that [Name] didn't expect her letter to come a few weeks later. Ada came running in with the post, handing her Aunt Polly the letters, and dropping Thomas' letter on the desk in front of her new close friend.

[Name] had never pulled out her letter opener so quickly. She nearly missed the blade as her hands shook to open it. The pages of parchment fell on the desk, unfolding it to read the letter he sent. Her colorful eyes went wide as she read the first page, heart fluttering and beating fast as she imagined his voice saying these words.

[Name],

When the train had left the station, I had already found myself missing home. We Small Heath boys sat together and no one knew what to say. We try to stay optimistic but news is that the odds are not in our favor. It hits harder the further we are from home. I am currently at a training camp, and even when my face is in the mud I still think of you. Your eyes, your smile, your voice. You visit me in my dreams, even when I'm in this hell you still feel like home.

No matter how long this will last, it will be difficult for you as it is for us. But Polly with take good care of you, you are no doubt a part of this family already. You will soon be a Shelby. I had never forgotten my promise to you. You are my dearest friend, and the most beautiful girl I had ever met. I knew from the day we met, you were special.

I will be safe [Name] I promise you that. We are going to make this out alive and you and I will get married and have our future together, building our legacy. Keep your thoughts clear and your mind positive until our return.

Until I write again my Love, Tommy.

The single tear ran down her cheek. Smiling a bit as she folded the paper again, placing it back in the envelope and into the drawer. Hearing Polly and Ada read the letters out loud from Arthur and John as they laughed through the sniffles. It made her lean back into her chair, looking up from the ring to the ceiling.

"[Name]! What did Tommy say?" Ada ran into her office, leaning on the door frame. [Name] turns to the younger Shelby sibling.

"Wouldn't you like to know," She teased with a light-hearted smirk.

"Come off it, lemme see!" Ada skipped to the desk, sitting down on top as [Name] gave in and took out the letter again, handing it to Ada. She smiles brightly as she read over the letter.

"Oh, [Name], that's so nice...I've never heard him be so...well, that before," She laughed. The girl tsked and grabbed the letters back from the Shelby.

"You'd be surprised, he's quite the romantic," She arched a brow at Ada.

"Yeah sure..." She shook her head.

"How are John and Arthur doing?" She had asked, putting the letters back.

"As good as they can be, [Name]...as good as they can be..." She paused. "Have you talked to Martha?" Ada asked. [Name] shook her head.

"Is she still sick?" She asked, her voice laced with worry.

"We think so, Polly's gonna visit her after work today, give her some medicine make sure she's okay, but just don't say anything to Tommy about it...She doesn't want John to worry," Ada explained.

"Of course, your secret is safe with me," Her lips formed into a tight lipped smile.

"I'll leave ya to write your letters," Ada hopped off of the desk and left her office. [Name] lets out a heavy sigh, moving the record books out of the way to pull the typewriter forward, placing the paper in before thinking of what exactly to write. How she could pour her feelings into one letter. Taking her fingers away from the keys to take a quick prayer, the same prayer that Polly taught all of the girls at the shop.

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It had been years since the men from Small Heath had left. During those years, the two of them wrote letters back and forth as often as they could. At some point the letters began to slow. Anyone could imagine the reason why. In the last letter Tommy sent, he gave [Name] an idea of what he had to endure. The carnage and violence was only the beginning. The deaths he encountered, the injury and damage that had happened to him physically and mentally was enough to hurt her. Just from reading it. It was the middle of July of 1918. She was writing another letter to Thomas.

Thomas,

I received your letter last night. I miss you more than words can describe. Everything is starting to feel like normal again, as normal as is can be. I suppose the women taking over the jobs while most of the male population being away was the norm for the time being. It was still strange though. However, business has been slow recently. Ever since Martha had passed Polly and I had been taking turns to take care of the kids. Cooking for them and cleaning up after them nearly every day was just as hard as I imagined, Martha made it look so easy. Please give John my condolences once again and that we are thinking of him. And let me know how he is holding up.

The horses are looking healthy, Curly has been taking good care of them. My mother and I take walks in your uncles yard after dinner nearly every night just to see how the horses are doing, and so far he has been doing a wonderful job.

As much as I want to keep this letter forward-looking and cheerful, I do hope you are doing alright Tommy. The last letter you sent me had me worried for you. You told me you were going to be in charge of digging tunnels to bury explosives, I just hope you make it out alive. You had been there for me when my father had passed, and I hope you will let me be there for you after this is all over. Of course I have no real insight of what you are going through, but I hope you are safe. You were always so determined and strong. Make us proud, you always do.

Please give my love and support to your brothers.

Your Love, [Name].

It took months to receive a letter back. Longer than usual, but you didn't question it as you knew his job was hard, but you'd be lying if part of you didn't think the worst. But those clouds that plagued your mind were clear upon seeing his letter. It was a short one this time, but you imagined that he barely had any time to write these days.

[Name],

I am writing this by candlelight, Danny and Freddie doing the same. Writing wills and writing home. I have left everything I had to the family, you included. I'm sorry it's not much or what we had planned, but this is inevitable.

Knowing what's waiting at home encourages me and I will do my best to come out alive.

I will make sure to relay your kind words to John next time I see him.

Until I write again, SMG, Tommy.

Her hands shook as she read over the short letter. Again and Again she couldn't believe what he was saying. She set the letter in the desk drawer, along with the other piles of letters, before shutting it. She didn't want to believe it, not one bit. She was still hopeful that he would live. He even said 'Until I write again,'...but she didn't expect the letters to completely stop coming after that. No matter how many letters she had sent his way, she still didn't receive one back.

Weeks had passed, as Ada and Polly were receiving letters back to back every week, while [Name] came to an empty desk, but she never told them, afraid to hear if they received his letters as well or not. It made her heart hurt to think of the possibilities.

On November eleventh, a boy ran through the streets blaring the news. The war had ended. There was a shift in the air after the news broke of the war ending and the men finally returning home. The entirety of Small Heath seemed to be rushing to prepare for the return of the soldiers. Even Polly seemed increasingly distracted as she prepared for the return of her nephews, leaning on [Name] to review additional books and records. But tensions arise further as the official date was announced of the soldiers arrival.

Ada and the other girls grew giddier with each passing day, making [Name] just want to smack them. She was happy for them of course but, how could she witness their excitement for their men if she hadn't heard from hers in months. When the day finally arrived, it felt like the entire town was rushing to the station. Polly and Ada were waiting in anticipation for the train to arrive, while [Name] kept her brows stern in worry as she kept her gaze to the cement floor. She honestly had no idea what to expect. If he wasn't to return she would be heartbroken, if he was she would be confused by the cold shoulder he gave her. The sound of people cheering and screaming caught her attention as the train approached. Polly and Ada pushed their way forward as the train came to a stop. [Name] made sure to hold onto Finn as tight as she could so he wouldn't get lost in the crowd.

"Where are they?" Polly asked, excitement seeping in her voice.

"I dunno, [Name], do you see 'em?" Ada asked as she pulled her quiet friend along. Her eyes barely scanned the area as families reunited in tears, the boys finding their family members and just melting into their embrace.

"Um..." [Name] tried to get a better look, but the hordes of people blocked her vision.

"[Name]!" Ada called next to her...and she felt your heart drop. "I see them! Aunt Pol, look! There they are!"

[Name] couldn't catch her breath as Ada pointed somewhere in the distance. She squealed as she pulled [Name] with her. The closer they got, the more her heart began to beat. It felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest. She almost didn't want to lay her eyes upon them. In fear she would end up like the women receiving bad news that their own soldier had died in the battlefield.

But, she finally looked up. Ada, Finn, and Polly running to hug Arthur and John. [Name] stood in her place as she met this eyes. Those icy blue eyes and suddenly the air flew back into her lungs.

He was alive.

"Thomas?" She called, he stared at her. "Thomas!" She took off from her planted state and ran towards him. Throwing herself in his arms as she held him tightly, his arms wrapped around her tightly as he burred his face into her neck, inhaling deeply. She smelled like florals, an exotic blend of jasmine and violet. She smelled like home.

"You're okay...you're alive," She whispered to remind herself that he was in the flesh. She lifted her head to look at him, tears flooding her eyes as she rekindled with him. His hair was cut, short on the sides and back, nearly to the root with longer hair on the top that draped just across his forehead. The square of his jaw was clenched and sunk at the cheeks, sharp cheek bones...sharp enough to cut glass. Dark circles under his eyes and pale skin, but the same freckles littered his nose and cheeks. He looked so different. But nothing could beat the look in his eyes. He looked like a man that had gone through hell.

She supposed he actually did.

"My love? Are you really here with me?" She asked him, bringing her hands up to his face.

"I am...[Name], I'm here," He slightly smiled at her as he kissed her forehead. She knew he was physically here, but part of her knew mentally...he was distancing himself.

As the days passed, his once beautiful, vibrant blue eyes turned dull and emotionless. Just like before, he was sweet with her at first, but he started to grow cold. On some nights, she would sleep in his small bed, just waiting for him to come home in the late hours. When he did come home late, he would be drunk and simply stumble into bed, the faint smell of roses on his neck. He was a shell of the man she used to love.

One morning, she walked into his office.

"We need to talk," She told him, standing in the doorway sheepishly. He barely looked up at her before lighting a cigarette.

"What is it [Name], I am extremely busy," He huffed. The woman rolled her eyes, clenching her jaw as she closed the door behind her and walked to his desk until she were standing in front of him.

"You have been acting strange with me all these weeks, Tommy...What's happened?" She finally asked.

"Nothing happened, [Name]…Is that all this is about?" He asked, standing to grab some books from his shelf to look over, still avoiding her eyes. She almost felt delirious as she just wanted him to look at her. Her eyes followed him.

"You barely talk to me-"

"We're talking now," He quipped. She refrained from tearing her own hair out at how dismissive he was being.

"Hardly..."

"What is the point of this conversation [Name]?" He asked, arching a brow as he went back to his desk, again her body followed him, facing him again.

"The point is you don't treat me like I matter to you anymore, you hardly treat me as your bride-to-be let alone a friend! Does our friendship even matter to you anymore?"

He stayed silent as he just kept his head down.

"For Christ sake Thomas, look at me!" She shouted in frustration. His head snapped up to look at her. Surprised she had raised her voice as she had been so quiet since his return.

"You want to know what really happened, [Name]? Eh?" He quickly stood up and stalked towards her, her breath shuttered a bit as she was backed away into the wall, he stood tall over her.

"I saw people die, for four fucken' years! I nearly died in those tunnels, drowning in the mud and still, you assume I'll forget that ever happened?!" He shouted, getting closer.

"I don't blame you for what happened while you were gone...I understand-"

"No you don't [Name], stop fucken' saying you understand me when you don't! You weren't there, you will never understand what happened to me out there!"

"So what changed Thomas?" She asked, her lip trembling a bit. "What did I do to make you treat me this way?"

He scoffed, shaking his head as he pushed himself off of the wall and distanced himself from her.

"I thought you died out there Thomas, you didn't respond to my letters for weeks, I...I was so scared, and to find out you were alive and now? You treat me like a stranger... What did I do wrong?" Her voice was stern, but even Thomas heard the unstable wavering of some of the words. Thomas eyed her, looking at her like she was some common woman, not his closest friend and love of his life.

"You drain me...just being with you is exhausting, I mean for fucks sake [Name], you cling to me more that a fuckin' leach from the cut,"

"A leach?...That's what you think of me now?" She shook her head.

He hesitated.

"So that promise you made me was all fake?"

'What can I say? France gave me clarity..." He shrugged. [Name] was fuming. This wasn't the man she loved. Not anymore.

"I don't know who you think you are, but I loved you Thomas...But you're not the man I fell in love with,"

Thomas bit his lip before reaching into his pocket to grab another cigarette. There was still light in his eyes but he was too deep in his memories of France that he couldn't get out. He hardly slept as he heard the digging in the walls every night. She would have made those noises from his head and those terrors in his dreams if he had just given her the chance. He'd rather spend his nights elsewhere getting drunk and sleeping with the prostitute he met shortly after returning home.

"The old me died in the tunnels..." He spoke softly. She wanted nothing but to just kiss him and tell him everything would be okay. But the memories haunted him. And therefor turned her love away.

"I suppose the new you doesn't have love for anyone?"

"No," He replied quickly.

She nodded slowly. Reaching into her left hand and debating if she wanted to return the ring he gave her before he left. Tears brimmed her eyes as she slipped the gold band off of her finger. Thomas' eyes widened ever so slightly as he watched her walk over to him, grabbing his hand and placing the ring in his palm before folding his fingers over it, moving past him as she left his office without any last words.

she had stormed to her own office, slamming the door and quickly gathering her thoughts before gathering her things. She had left the shop in silence, Polly had called her name as she watched [Name] leave without a trace.

"Where has she gone, why is she leaving?" She asked her nephews and niece before going to investigate the now empty office. Thomas watched in shameful silence as Polly confirmed that her things were gone. Though the reason was unknown, Polly accused of Thomas being the reason for the young woman's departure. After she had voiced her (harsh) words, she left him in silence again.

"Trouble in paradise?" His brother asked, smirking a bit after watched their aunt butchering him with her words.

"Shut up John," He rolled his eyes before returning to work.

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Call Me Tommy | TOMMY SHELBY

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST. ⚠️

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Fic Type: Imagine.

Request: No.

Warnings: There's a little swearing. Rose is the name of Tommy and Reader's daughter, Caroline is the name of Rose's daughter (Tommy's and Reader's granddaughter) and Jennifer is the name of Caroline's Daughter (Tommy and Reader's great-granddaughter), hopefully that all makes sense. Grace and Charlie did happen but Lizzie and Ruby didn't because that would have added more confusion for me. There is also names for Reader's siblings. This isn't meant to be cannon in any way, shape, or form. ITALICS ARE FLASHBACK'S TO 1925

Word Count: 1,969

TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

Jennifer walks into her elderly grandmother's room at the rest home. Though the 92 year old doesn't remember much from the last 60 years, Jennifer still loved visiting her Grandma Rose. She enjoys listening to the stories Rose tells her, ever since the young 30 year old woman was a child. Her Grandma Rose told the best stories and in the best way. And Rose never forgot telling them to her. It was one of her memories that refuses to fade.

"Good morning, Grandma Rose," The young woman greets her grandmother with a warm smile and kiss to her cheek.

"Good morning, Jenny," the elderly woman smiles, her eyes lighting up seeing her youngest grandchild, the one she's always been closest too and the only one who name hasn't left her mind. All her other grandchildren were familiar faces that didn't visit her as often as Jenny does.

"How are you feeling today?" Jenny asks taking a seat across from her at the small table in her room.

"About the same," she replies. "How's your mother?"

Jenny's mother, Caroline, is Rose's second child and her first daughter. Her uncle, Rose's oldest and only son, died a few years ago from an illness and her younger daughter died when she was just a baby.

"She's good, she's hoping to come see you next week," she informs her though she knows she won't remember it by time tomorrow comes. "She found something for me to show you," she reaches into her handbag, pulling out an envelope. Opening the envelope, she takes out the three photos that are inside and lays them on the table facing Grandma Rose. "Mum found these in the attic and thought you might like them."

A smile graces Rose's lips as tears build up in her eyes looking at the photos with so much love that it makes Jenny feel emotional.

The first photo was of a young woman who couldn't be much older than Jenny is now. The second photo is the same woman with a handsome man, on what looked to be their wedding day, instead of looking at the camera. They were gazing at each other with so much love and adoration it makes Jenny's heart melt. The third photo was the same couple, a little older, with a baby girl sitting on the woman's knee, and a boy who couldn't be more than 10 standing beside her as the man stood behind her with one hands on her shoulder and the other on the boys shoulder.

"This was my mother, Y/N," Rose tells Jenny as she picks up the photo of the woman. "This was before she met my father. Her first husband died in the war. She was only 23. They weren't married more than 6 months. It took her a long time to want to love again and then my father came along. He was a widow himself, with a son, my half-brother Charlie. Do you remember your Uncle Charlie?"

Jenny smiles fondly remember the elderly man that always snuck her treats as she grew up. He had passed five years ago. "He was a lovely man. You both never spoke much of your parents. How did they meet?"

"My mother always said it was fate," She says, her eyes moving to the photo of the married couple as she picks it up. "They met back in 1925..."

Y/N was growing frustrated with Adam, her older brother, as she stands in the only suit shop there is in Small Heath, Birmingham. The 34-year-old didn't want to be here in the first place but of course Adam needed a woman's opinion on the suit that was currently being tailored for him. She doesn't understand why he needed a new suit when he has plenty at home. He told her he didn't have a date or that he wasn't going any where fancy, that he just needs one and that should be enough of an explanation.

Leaving Adam to be tailored, she looks around the ready made suits to see if she could find one she likes for him. Nothing in particular catches her eye. They all looked the same to her but she was no expert on fashion. If it hadn't been for their older sister, Edith, growing up, she wouldn't know how to dress herself appropriately, let alone someone else.

"You would have been better off bringing Edith instead of me," she calls to Adam moving the suits along the rack, "Or better yet that girl you fancy. That's why you want the suit, isn't it?"

"You really thought you were my first choice to bring with me?" he teases and winces after the tailor purposely pokes him with a needle. "Edith was busy with her children."

Edith is almost forty and pregnant with her and her husband's 8th child. Y/N is lost on how Edith could do it, popping out babies all the time. Edith's oldest child, a boy who's 17-years-old, the youngest, a daughter, is 2-years-old. She's due to have her 8th baby in two months.

"And the girl I fancy, is out of town for the week," Adam continues. "I know you don't understand this because you haven't put yourself out there in 10 years, but this suit is going to help me finally ask her on a date."

"Is the suit going to ask her for you?" she teases her brother, earning a chuckle from the tailor.

"For your information my dear little sister, suits give a man a certain confidence like a woman with a beautiful dress that was made just for her," he states confidently. "And at least I'm trying to date. You're almost 35, with no husband and no children, you're a spinster." He winces again as the tailor pokes him even harder this time.

"I'm a widow actually. You're the one who's never been married," she growls at him coming to where he's standing. "Why is it okay for you men to sleep with any woman you want and not have to consider marriage or having a family? But when a woman my age isn't married with children, we're spinsters and unlovable?" She ignores the smirk on the tailor's face as she directs her glare at her brother. "You know what, you're on your own."

She turns on her heel and goes to storm out the door when she bumps right into another person, almost knocking herself back on her bottom. Lucky for her, the person's hands find her waist stopping her from falling backwards. "I am so so-"

She is cut off when her eyes connect with eyes so vividly blue that she could drown in them.

"Sorry," she finishes barely above a whisper, as though the air in her lungs have gone.

"Don't apologise," he tells her. "Are you all right?"

She nods unable to find her voice. She's never met a man with such beautiful eyes. She feels herself enchanted by them. When he removes his hands from her, a coldness settles over her. It wasn't until then that she noticed how warmth she felt when he was touching her.

Finding her voice, she decides to introduce herself, holding her hand out towards him. "My name is Y/N L/N."

"Thomas Shelby," he introduces himself taking her hand in his, the warm feeling returning to her. "Call me Tommy."

"Mr Shelby!" the tailor calls to the man in front of her. "I won't be a minute."

Tommy nods towards the man, before looking back at Y/N. "It was lovely to meet you, Ms. L/N."

"It was lovely to meet you too, Mr Shelby," she agrees.

He gives her a small polite smile and moves past her to go towards the tailor. She watches him for a moment, taking him all in, from the way he walks to how he stands, to his mannerisms when he speaks and listens. She didn't know him at all but there was something about him that drew her in, and it wasn't just his beautiful ocean blue eyes. She finds herself wanting to know him and everything about him. Little did she know that he was feeling the same about her.

It was at this moment, her brother, fully dressed joins her. "I'm sorry for what I said. I'm just worried for you, sister. I don't want you to end up like mother when father died. I don't want you to end up alone."

"You don't need to worry about me," she tells him as Tommy's eyes connect with her own. She feels her heart skip a bit and her breath catch in her lungs but manages to look away from the handsome man, with his high cheek bones, plump lips and beautiful eyes.

Her brother notices what's happening and lets out a small groan as he pulls her out of the suit shop "Of course the first man to take your fancy after 10 years is none other than Thomas Fuckin' Shelby."

"You know him?" her gaze snaps to Adam as they walk towards their shared home.

"How do you not know who he is?" he answers with his own question, looking at her like she's grown three heads. "Everyone from Birmingham knows who he is."

"We're not from Birmingham, are we?" she scoffs. "So who is he?"

"He's the fuckin' King of Birmingham. Leader of the Peaky Blinders."

"Well, that just makes him even more interesting," she mumbles more to herself as she gazes back towards the shop, hoping to see another glimpse of the handsome gangster.

"Your Great-Grandfather had quite the reputation in Birmingham, even in London. A lot of people would say he was ruthless, cold, demeaning and a lot of other bad words and he was those things but he was also very smart, caring, loyal and he loved my mother completely. She was his Queen and he treated her like one. Everything he did was for us and the rest of his family," Grandma Rose explains after telling the story of how her parents met. "You look him up on that computer thing you have, but don't believe everything you read. The coppers had it out for him and tried to make him out to be the worst human being they had met. But there was also someone out there much worse than him."

"Do you think about them often?" Jenny asks her.

She nods, "All the time, more so now since I'll be joining them and Charlie soon."

"Hopefully not too soon," Jenny smiles sadly. The thought of losing her Grandma Rose breaks her heart.

Rose reaches out to hold her granddaughter's hand. "I want you to keep the photos. They would love for you to have them. You look just like her."

"My mother? I know." She gives her hand a gentle squeeze, hearing the words Rose always told her, more so now that she was losing her mind.

"No, not Caroline. My mother, Y/N. You look just like her but you have my father's eyes. Those beautiful blue ones that could drown someone in them," Rose smiles and stands up from her chair. "I love you Jennifer, don't ever forget that."

"I won't," Jenny says as she helps the elderly woman into her bed. "I love you too, Grandma Rose." She places a kiss to her cheek and goes back to the table, looking at the photos once more as she picks them up and puts them back inside the envelope.

Jenny looks back to her grandmother who's already drifted off to sleep and smiles. She goes back over to her and places a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room, closing the door behind her. The first she decides to do as she leaves the rest home is to look up Thomas Shelby, her great-grandfather.

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little-diable · 1 year

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Clementine - Tommy Shelby

Written for my lovely @runnning-outof-time – congrats again on 3k!! I loved the flower garden theme paired with the song "From Austin" by one of my fave singers Zach Brian. This turned out sadder than intended, but I'm not sorry for it. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: A flower garden, their own piece of heaven for Tommy and (y/n) before the war forces them to part ways. A flower garden that may force them to cross paths again, eventually.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, public sex, mentions war, mentions death of a child, mentions death of a loved one, angst, this is quite sad.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!widowed!reader (2.7k words)

“Quiet.” His voice echoed through the night, eyes focused on her frame. He had his hand stretched out for her to take, watching her struggle with her naked feet and the dirt covered seam of her dress. “On the count of three.”

Tommy began to count, tightening his grip on her hand before he pulled her up, helping (y/n) onto the stone wall. Both were heavily panting, sitting in silence for a few seconds before Tommy shot her an excited smirk. He jumped down from the wall, swallowed by the blanket of darkness lingering around them, momentarily leaving (y/n) behind.

“Come, I’ll catch you.” Tommy’s words encouraged her, forcing her to deeply exhale before she jumped into the dark abyss, squealing into the crook of his neck as he caught her, pressing the young woman against his chest. His scent engulfed her, reminding her of tobacco, of tea, and of the melancholic feeling of being homesick.

(Y/n)’s insides churned, caught in her thoughts. Tommy would leave in a few days, one with hundreds of men that were urged on by the need to defend their home country, ready to die amongst other soldiers. But none of them understood the severity of their situation, none of them truly understood what it meant to die for their country, not taking the shadow of death following them around seriously.

“Don’t cry, we still have time.” His rough voice rang in her ears, eyes forced to meet his piercing ones. Tommy’s soft thumbs wiped away her tears, eyes flickering down to her lips before he pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn’t the first time Tommy had kissed her, and certainly wouldn’t be the last, and yet the kiss didn’t taste of love and longing, no, there was a bitter off-taste to it, once again reminding (y/n) of their fleeting time together.

He parted from her with a sigh, fingers interlaced with hers as he started pulling (y/n) along. She couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering, admiring the flowers blooming in the garden, hands tingling to reach out to them, wanting to cherish their beauty. The flowers would wither before he’d return, petals falling to the ground like soldiers left to die on the cold warfield, and yet (y/n) found some kind of beauty in the thought of vanitas, in the transience of life.

“Do you remember the first time you brought me here?” Her question was met with a laugh rumbling through Tommy as they came to halt in the middle of the garden, finding shelter in the veil of night's darkness. He pulled her in once again, forehead pressed against hers, reminiscing in the memories of their past years together.

“You were so scared they’d find us, could barely pay attention to the flowers.” It had been years since Tommy had first sneaked into the garden, climbing the high walls because of some bet with his brothers. A drunken joke that had guided him into this small piece of heaven. The night he had brought (y/n) here for the first time, he had made a silent promise: one day he’d be wealthy enough to gift her a garden this rich of exotic flowers, of scents only those with enough money would be able to recognise.

“I am glad you brought me here that day.” A smile tugged on her lips, weight shifted onto her toes to kiss him. The kiss was slow, not rushed by their fleeting time and the adrenaline thumping through their veins, wondering when or if they’d ever be caught trespassing, both were caught in the moment, needing to feel one another before their eventual goodbye would force them to part ways.

Tommy’s hand toyed with the buttons of her dress, slowly popping them open one by one, not able to stop his smirk from widening. As the last button was opened, she dropped to her knees, eyes staring up at him with a dangerous glint swimming in them, hoping that he’d follow her down to the cold ground. The grass stroked along her arms, trapping her in a field of safety, finally succeeding in making her forget about the future laying ahead of them. For a few moments she was wrapped in the sweet scent of the flowers, of the clementine trees growing around them, a scent forever etched into her memory.

“I love you, and I always will, even if it’s the only thing I can promise.” Tommy murmured the words into the night, hands disappearing beneath the fabric of her dress, shuffling her underwear down her legs. She was soaked, dripping for his touch, not wanting to waste any time on touches she’d forget within the passing moments, clinging onto the emotions the upcoming minutes would push through her body.

“I love you too, Tommy.” He fumbled with his trousers, freeing his cock before he spat into his hand, pumping himself a few times as (y/n) wrapped her legs around his waist. Both moaned in unison as he connected their bodies, sinking into her tightness like a sailor arriving back home after months away. There was no time to hold still, to admire the beauty she had exposed to him, no time to kiss every part of the body he’d dream of when his nights grew darker.

Tommy fucked her into the cold ground, leaving marks on her hips with his tight grasp, hoping that his hands would mould against the shape of her body. Her moans left his heart racing, selfishly praying to whoever was listening that no other man would ever manage to make her feel like this, even though he had made his peace with the realisation that another man will eventually warm her bed. If there was one thing he wouldn’t ask her to do, it was beg her to wait for him, he wasn’t as oblivious as the other men his young age, knew well enough of the danger war unleashed upon those fighting for their country.

Her walls fluttered around his cock, begging him to push her over the edge, needing to let go with his name burning on her lips like a salty breeze whispering secrets. Tommy buried his face in the crook of her neck, teeth grazing along her skin as his hand found her middle, shuffling the fabric of her dress up to her waist. Her bundle of nerves pulsed against his thumb, begging him to pick up the pace of his movements.

Curses rumbled through (y/n) as she came, letting go with her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched off the grass. Her mind tried to grasp onto the moment, hoping that she’d never forget about the highs Tommy pushed through her, making her tremble beneath him. And as he followed her down the edge, releasing himself inside of her, walls painted white, she felt her thoughts slowly slipping, drowning out the sounds of the night, only focusing on him.

……

The mansion was quiet, only the sound of (y/n) turning the pages of her book could be heard, filling the study. She had her eyes glued to the words, reading yet another novel her husband had brought home months ago, hoping to see a smile tug on her lips. (Y/n) was deep in thought, sucked into the story as if she was living through it herself, seeing the characters all too vividly.

She jumped in her seat as the sound of somebody knocking on her door echoed through the house, eyes forced away from her pages. From her seat near the window she could hear the hurried steps of her maid, moving towards the door to greet the men (y/n) was expecting. Once again her eyes wandered back down to her pages, trying to finish the last words of the chapter.

Her maid called her name, stepping into the study with a polite smile lingering on her lips, murmuring a soft “They are here” towards the reading woman. And with a sigh leaving her, (y/n) closed the book, tugging on her dress to shake off the wrinkles. Her eyes found the garden laying to her feet, a place once filled with loving memories she was now running from.

The sound of someone clearing their throat forced (y/n) to turn towards her guests, freezing as her eyes found an all too familiar pair of blue eyes. She hadn’t known who would come by to talk about the property, had trusted her neighbour’s words, promising the woman that he knew just the right person to buy her mansion. Tommy’s name left her, spoken into the quiet study like a whisper leaving her in the depth of the night.

“(Y/n), it’s good to see you again.” Even though his eyes were all too familiar, his voice had nothing comforting to it, not soft like it once had sounded, rather rough, similar to the cold gaze he now wore to stare her down. “Is your husband around? I was told he was looking to sell the property.”

“My husband’s dead, Thomas.” Wrapped in a thick silence, the two stared at one another, eyes only breaking their contact as Arthur pushed past Thomas, opening his arms for the woman he had once loved like a sister. The hug made tears well up in her eyes, clinging to the man she had known ever since she had been a child, the man whose wellbeing she had prayed for.

“I’m sorry about your loss, love.” Arthur squeezed her hand before he stepped away from her, allowing her glassy eyes to find Tommy’s once again. He had pushed a cigarette between his lips, blowing out a thick blanket of smoke before he took a step closer, and another, sinking down in the chair she had been sitting on minutes ago.

“Why are you trying to sell this place?” Her insides screamed at her to move closer, wanting to feel Tommy’s hands pressed against hers, and yet she didn’t dare move. (Y/n)’s trembling hand wiped away her falling tears, deeply exhaling as she was trying to find the strength to reply, thoughts running wild. It had been years since she had last seen the two of them, years she had spent waiting for their return, and yet the relief of seeing them again had never come, not receiving one message from Tommy.

“It’s too big for me, I have no need for so many rooms, and the flower garden is too much for me to care for. There’s nothing left to stay here for, I’m leaving for America next Saturday.” Tommy seemingly tensed at the mention of the garden, eyes wandering to the window. It took him a moment to snap into motion, to rise from his seat and to walk up to the doors leading out into the garden. She watched him step outside, silently following with Arthur lingering behind.

“You never wrote to me, not one single letter. We were waiting for you to come back to us.” (Y/n)’s murmurs were swallowed by the deep exhale leaving his pale lips, finishing his cigarette with a tired expression lingering on his features.

“We?” A whisper quiet as the night he had last brought her to the flower garden, filled with nothing but memories and confessions. Tommy started walking, slow enough for her to follow him, allowing her to watch him take in the blooming flowers, fingers darting out to stroke along the colourful petals. (Y/n) averted her gaze, heavily swallowing as she stroked her hand along the fabric of her dress.

“We had a little girl. Clementine Shelby, at least that’s what she should have been called.” Her throat began to tighten up, heart breaking in her chest all over again, overwhelmed by the pain clashing through her. Tommy didn’t reply, he stared at her with dilated pupils, begging her to keep on talking, to tell him of their daughter’s fate, not expecting her next words to rip his soul from his fleshcage, evaporating into nothingness like the love he had once clung to. “Her lungs were weak, ever since she was born, but I had hope that we’d find some safety away from the city, away from the constant fear, and the news that kept growing worse. But her lungs weren’t made for the cold, she died before she could even try to begin to understand the love I had for her. My husband took good care of her, of us, but god, Tommy, it wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

“You were engaged by the time I came back, I knew he’d give you the peace you deserved, the love you needed. The war has changed me, it has changed us all, I have no love left to give. People ruin people, I don't want to ruin you. Not you. But if I had known-” Tommy shook his head, eyes finding the grey sky above. Tears welled up in her eyes once again, arms crossed in front of her chest to try and keep her sobs bottled in, not wanting to break out into a fist of cries in front of Tommy.

“You always thought I’m some damsel in distress you had to shelter from the world outside, some porcelain that would break if you’d grasp it too tightly. For God’s sake, Tommy, I may have married him, but not because I wanted to, but to help my parents survive with the little money they had, to help our daughter. I would have left him the second you returned to us.” The tears kept falling, no longer caught by her trembling fingers, struggling to keep on breathing as he turned towards her, watching the woman in front of him crumble.

No words left the man as he pulled her into his chest, holding her close like he hadn’t done in years. She sobbed, choking on her breaths as he held her, eyes squeezed shut to bite down the pain spreading through his body, cursing himself for ever leaving her behind. Tommy Shelby was a selfish man, and yet his try to protect her from himself had been anything but selfish, at least not to him.

“I once promised you that I will always love you, and I never broke that promise. You deserve better than this, something I can’t give you, and if I’m honest, I always knew that I won’t be able to provide you with what you deserve. It was selfish of me to hold onto you for so long, even before the war.” Tommy’s confession made her tremble, hands tightening their grip on the fabric of his suit. It felt like all those years ago, another goodbye that had once ripped her heart in two.

“Look at me, Tommy.” Her whispers filled the morning, eyes taking in his frame, the empty eyes of his, filled with fear, with confusion, and that biting uncertainty. Her trembling hand cupped his warm cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. “Return to me, to us.”

“I love you, (y/n).” He pressed a kiss against her palm, eyes fluttering close to relish in the moment. With a step back Tommy parted from her, sparing the crying woman one last glance. And even though he knew that there was a chance for him to return, to make it back home eventually, Tommy knew that he’d never get to feel her lips again, that he’d never be fortunate enough to cling to her with loving words spilling from their lips ever again.

“I love you too, Thomas Shelby.”

He squeezed her arms before he stepped back from her, clearing his throat to let go of the memories flushing through his mind, “We’ll buy the property, it will be in good hands. I promise.”

She watched him turn from her with glassy eyes, making his way back into the house, where Arthur had been watching the two. Tommy disappeared from her eyesight, a ghost of old times, fading like the flowers that would be laid to rest once autumn made itself comfortable in the garden she’d never step foot in again.

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evita-shelby · 10 months

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loverhymeswith · 8 months

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SERIES

✧ Let's Be Alone Together

Tommy x widowed!reader | Slow burn, friends to lovers, angst, hurt comfort | Ever since Tommy swore an oath to your dying husband, you've been a part of the Shelby family

ONESHOTS

✧ Exile

Tommy x ex-fiancee!reader | Ex-lovers, angst, song fic | At a New Year's Eve party, a familiar figure stirs up a past you'd rather not remember

✧ Forever is the Sweetest Con

Tommy x con-artist!reader | Almost-enemies to lovers, sexual tension, implied smut, song fic | A chance encounter brings you face to face with a worthy adversary.

✧ Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off

Tommy x F!reader | 18+ only, smut, friends with benefits, song fic | Your patience is tested after going to the effort of buying a new dress

✧ Calamitous Love

Tommy x F!reader | Angst, song fic | You present your husband with an ultimatum

✧ Spellbound

Tommy x Witch!ofc | Angst, ghosts from the past | Polly’s interfering has unintended consequences for Tommy

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chocolate-milk-fanfics · 2 years

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Runaway Bride

tommy shelby x black (ex) wife! reader

Content: The reader is the daughter of Jeremiah Jesus that was previously married to Tommy Shelby. But after finding out her husband cheated on her she decides to leave him in the middle of the night. Taking his heart and his unborn daughter with her.

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Humming softly you looked down at the closed eyes on the chubby face you've grown to love. Her lashes curled delicately at the ends in a way that you knew resembled you. The way her brown skin glowed in the sun also resembled you but the blue eyes behind those closed lids you knew weren't yours. The baby was strapped securely to chest as you picked up a ripe tomato to examine.

It was grocery day after all. The one day you leave your humble abode from hiding.

But unbeknownst to you, a pair of green eyes watched you from afar. Said eyes watched you as if they were looking at a ghost. And in a way you were. You did disappear with no trace left behind after all. You didn't regret it though. You knew you couldn't tell your father, mother, or your brother about your plan to run. Your father and brother were close with the Shelbys after all. And your mother wanted grandchildren. If any of them knew you'd be locked away worse than Rapunzel.

When you found out you were pregnant you were happier than ever. But who would want to stay with a man that was cheating on you? Who would want to stay with a man whose job puts you in danger? Not you, that's for sure. So you left behind both Y/n Shelby and Y/n Jesus to become Y/n L/n. To your small London town you were a kind young widow who could do no wrong. A shy ray of sunshine in an otherwise dreary world also ready to help.

The spying green eyes silently watched you as they held hands with a small boy. She wanted nothing more to approach you, but she knew and understood better than anyone why you left.

Placing the tomato in you basket you continued to hum softly to yourself as you bounced the sleeping baby. Your little girl was a calm and adorable baby. She was born late but was still pretty small; however, to you she was perfect. Every curl that sprouts from her head was and is beautiful. She was all yours and you hoped nothing would change that.

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Ada Thorne sighed as she entered her home. Karl, the young 4 year old, ran straight in laughing happily after an outing with his mother. Walking into her living room she sighed and looked through her purse. She was happy you were doing well. Even more happy to be able to see you after almost 2 years but seeing that baby strapped to your chest complicated thing. As she was lost in thought she almost missed the sound of her door opening. Her head snapped to the side as she carefully reached for the gun she had in her purse, ready to shoot the intruder if they were a threat. Only when she saw her older brother did she roll her eyes and put the gun down.

“I thought I told you to stop making copies of my keys.” Ada huffed as she plopped down on the chair behind her, holding her hand out.

“You did. But this is way quicker.” Tommy said as tossed the keys into the empty hand of his sister. “Where’s Karl?”

“Upstairs. Now what do you want?”

“I need your help on something.”

“Is it dangerous? If so then no, I have a son to look after.”

“Its not. Quite the opposite actually.”

This caused Ada to look up from the mail in her hands and cross her legs in interest. Tommy walked toward the table and sat down across from her, arms crossed as he went into business mode. “We’re thinking of opening a family friendly pub. Something like that is the best and most inconspicuous way of getting information.”

Ada scoffed at her brother in slight disbelief, “Since when did you care about being inconspicuous? Maybe if you had that attitude two years ago my precious sister in law would still be with us.”

Tommy’s jaw clenched but he knew he couldn't retort because Ada was right.

“Are you in or not?”

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Treason - Tommy Shelby x Assasin Reader Oneshot

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A/N: I did change up some details of the universe to accommodate the reader and Tommy's story better xx. As per the request of @chaoticuserm, an assassin x Tommy Shelby piece, which ended up a little bit fluffier than I had initially thought. Hopefully, you all enjoy!

The devil himself had requested your employment. After receiving a delicately written letter and a stack of cash at your drop-off point, it was clear that your hands would be washed with blood. Though, what shook you to your core the most was that somehow, in a turn of fates, the person who requested your assistance was your ex-employer, Tommy Shelby, whom you had worked for previously as a secretary for many years. Tommy Shelby, whom you had spent countless restless nights with, tangled comfortably within his sheets, hooded lids and entranced in sleep. The man whom you had bared your soul to and who you would walk to hell and back for.

Your hands fidgeted wildly as your eyes skimmed over the letter, unable to comprehend the request. A job that Tommy Shelby didn’t want to get his hands dirty with was a dangerous one. Biting your lip until you tasted iron, you sighed and folded the letter back into the envelope. The wad of money sat tauntingly on the bench and you tsked. The memory of your last night still loomed large in the back of your mind, teasing its way through the smoke of your memories.

“Tommy” you groaned, collapsing in the soft bedsheets, breath still racing as your fingers laced with his. Both your chests were hammering out of control, comforted by the sound of pattering rain against the tin roof. His kisses were dusted across your knuckles as he brought them to his lips. “I love you”. His words were only a weak murmur, a smidge softer and you wouldn’t have heard him utter it. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach at the sight of the softening man, brought to his knees by your beauty.

Tommy’s hands were folded over his chest. While you were caught in a daze of smiling, staring at the ceiling, you could clearly notice the troubled look on his face from the way his brows were arched, alone. Your satisfaction was followed by a moment of peaceful silence, inching the blanket to cover your exposed body. Tommy’s tongue ran hastily over his lips, “(Y/N)...” and your head darted in his direction, sombre blue eyes staring into your soul like they always did. But there was a desperate quality to them as though he was clinging on to the moment. “Grace is pregnant”

It was as if something inside you snapped, and you blinked, feeling your heart crumble into tiny pieces. You didn’t make a noise, only pulling the sheets higher up to your body as you felt as exposed as ever. Where you just another body to him? At that moment, all of his words which you had held close to your heart slipped through your fingers, dissipating as you scrambled to pick them and your broken heart up. You didn’t bother moving from the bed. Thomas had made his bed and he was going to have to lie in it.

“You can trust I will be out of your hair. You can find my resignation documents on your desk tomorrow morning”

He was too distracted in his pitiful state to respond, and maybe you preferred it. There would be no argument that way. You were both understanding and business-centric, and perhaps at the end of the day, that was all it was.

You never broke your promises to Thomas Shelby.

You were gone the next morning.

With those thoughts of treason still lingering, you knew you were going to struggle to sleep. You had to accept the money, you thought. It was another job, one to put food on the table. In and out, he wouldn't even know it was you. For all he knew, The Widow of Small Heath was just that.

"Oh my, there's been a string of murders!" Polly exclaimed, thumb slipping to the next page of the black and white newspaper. You could practically feel a bead of sweat drip down your forehead. The first time, it had been an accident, or at least you reassured yourself that was the case. But habits died hard, especially when you indulged in the wrong crowd. "The Widow of Small Heath strikes again on an unsuspecting man on Sunday night!" she read, eyes squeezing as she focused on the words. The tabloids always seemed to dramatise the events.

Ada's gaze was cast between you and Polly with a worrying glance.

"A female killer? Get outta' here" Arthur teased, taking a seat at the round table. Polly's eyes flicked up to him, then back at her cup of tea. You smirked,

"Be careful Arthur, you could be next". Your warning was enough to startle his eyes open just a little. His head tilted and stared at you with part curiosity and amusement.

"I'd like to see her try" he quipped, folding his arms firmly across his chest.

"I think she'd win. I once knew a woman who shot her husband in cold blood because she caught him having an affair" you remarked quickly, taking the newspaper from Polly's hands to examine the photo they had added to the front cover. It was an image of an abandoned street with crime scene markers around it, sending a chill through your spine at the thought of the blood dripping ever so slowly into the sewerage.

Arthur only shook his head sadly, "Poor bloody bugger. I'm neva' marryin' a woman. Right, John boy?". He looked to his younger brother for reassurance but found none. John had only recently married his wife Esme. "Neva' mind" he dismissed.

You smiled fondly at the memory before getting back to work. According to your sources, friends in the industry, the target was to leave the brothel at exactly 11pm and enter a jet-black car. The moon hung high in the sky, fog sweeping the streets of Small Heath. You pressed your back to the cool brick of the alleyway, occasionally flicking your eyes from the end of the alleyway to your watch. Maybe you should have been nervous, dreading the actions to come, but instead, you were washed with a wave of calmness, knowing everything would go to plan.

Your watch read 10:59pm.

Drawing your gun to your side, silencer attached, you took a breath and prepared yourself. There was a perfectly sized gap between the alleyway and the road, across from which the car was parked. You watched attentively, heart pounding in your ears. The man, stubby and old, began to walk from the building, letting out a chuckle as he thanked the lady holding the door open for him.

It was now or never.

You lifted your arm, preparing to take the shot as the man continued to sway towards the car.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, a hand slipped over your mouth, prompting you to cry out as your body was pulled back into the alley. There was a clatter in the commotion, gun sliding across the ground and out of sight. But there was a sense of relief as your eyes met with the familiar piercing blue ones, his finger pushed to his lip. After a moment to assure you had received the message, he apprehensively removed his gloved hand from your mouth, leaving you panting,

"Bloody hell, Thomas! I could have killed you". Tommy didn't waver, mildly shrugging, examining you in the pale moonlight. The reality faced you that the whole inquiry was a setup. You felt him drink you in with the same look he gave you all those years ago, hungry, flickering with emotions. "You set me up"

"I had to be sure"

"And go to all the trouble, hiring someone to put their life on the line?" you scolded, shaking your head.

"No, he was a stranger. Don't know 'im" He replied shortly, unphased that he had gone to the risk of killing that man if it meant he could spend a minute longer with you. Tommy wasn't one for romantic gestures, so that, however twisted it might have been, was somewhat flattering.

"For me?"

"For you." He repeated, pausing and then running his strained hands through his hair. He then took a look from side to the side, shoulders slumping in defeat. This was a side of Tommy you rarely saw in your time together, weary and tired. Even the leather of his clothing appeared faded and worn. Perhaps it was due to your change in the way you viewed Thomas. You no longer saw him in shining, golden light, but instead saw a man who was broken, trying to make his way in the world, struggling with his inner turmoil like any other person.

"I just can't stop thinking about how I fucked up. I was weak. I slipped once"

"But you did slip and managed to get her pregnant" Your response was bitter but held no hate for his child. It was not the boy's fault, children did not get to choose their parents. And you hadn't lived under a rock either, knowing well that Grace and Tommy had a falling out before they became married, as soon as Charlie was born, and Grace died shortly of tuberculosis after the end of 1920. You assumed that Tommy could not take living with a woman he never truly loved, not the same way he had loved you. Your relationship was never official, but it was official enough to know that cheating should have been off the cards.

He only continued, "We could have made it work"

You shook your head meekly, "No. I would have been in the way. The boy needed his mother

"Yes, but she is gone" His words were neither here nor there. They were not sad, nor happy about her passing. "He still needs a mother". You softened at the thought of being a mother. That was always something you had wanted with Tommy, but that dream had been snatched away by an angelic blonde. But could you fix it?

"Please. Take me back? I want to fix it". There were a lot of things Tommy Shelby was, but one thing he was not was a beggar. This came as a surprise to you, the man appearing as though he would crawl on his knees to kiss the ground you walked on. "You've seen how I am. And you still want me? You still think I would be a good mother?". This was the true test, and you could feel yourself gravitating towards him, wanting to fall into his arms once more.

Before you knew it, both you and Tommy had leant in and your lips met. You could feel his wicked grin against your smile.

"Maybe" you teased, all your worries washing away at that moment. The misdeeds of your past had disappeared, and there was only the present, a clean slate. You could only ever imagine starting a life with him. And Tommy Shelby wanted you back.

He wanted you back.

And you wanted him.

"Let me change your mind".

And he managed to keep his promise.

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(Should there be a pt. 2?? Let me know xx)

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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers 🖤

Hi babes, tysm for the ask! For you, I will reply with my 5 fave dark fics I've written 😈.

∙ Salvation-Luca Changretta x pregnant reader x Jack Nelson

Jack has tried for many years to get you to share his feelings, but always failed. When he discovers you’ve made a life with someone else, he vows to take revenge on the man who came between you and make you his once and for all.

∙ The Dilemma - Tommy Shelby x female reader

Tommy gets Jack’s mistress arrested for smuggling opium into Boston to give Jack a dilemma. After Jack fails to come to her aid, Tommy visits with an indecent proposal. What happens when this sugar baby gets in over her head with the heartless Birmingham gangster?

∙ Welcome to the Family - Finn Shelby x Mary Roberts (OC)

Finn Shelby becomes infatuated with Mary Roberts, a simple governess he spots one evening. When he decides he wants to marry her, he stops at nothing to make her his.

∙ Troubled Spirits - Polly Gray x female reader

After her release from prison, Polly isolates herself from the living to commune with the dead. You are a war widow who seeks her help to contact your deceased husband, but you have to offer her more than money for the privilege.

∙ Playing a Game with Alfie - Alfie Solomons x reader

A short blurb written for my Corrupt a Wish event.

#zablife ask box #BellaDN🔫

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cilliansgirl · 3 years

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Writing Prompts

Hey, everyone! I need ideas and I would really like to start writing again, so please feel free to write me a request. There will be a list of the people I write for and then a list of prompts; If you have a request of your own I am welcoming all requests as of right now!! PSA: I typically write female!readers because that is what I am most comfortable with!! Love you all!!

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Situational Prompts:

1. As he flipped through the letters on the desk, a small, handwritten envelope caught his attention and his heart began to thump.

2. She suddenly realized she might be alone for the rest of her life.

3. She sat in the chair, staring into space, as the kids charged above her, yelling at the tops of their voices.

4. The old photos made her conscious of her age, of how much time had passed, and what an interesting life she’s had.

5. As soon as she walked in, she felt the tension.

6. He didn’t reply and immediately she thought: they’ve got him and now they’re coming for me

7. He had made a poor job hiding the damage.

8. She couldn’t believe it. Was it really him?

9. The house wasn’t the same to her anymore.

10.She decided to go to her mother’s grave, to ask her advice.

11. She was beginning to realize how far she’s buried the memory of her teenage years.

12. It was time. She’d fought against it for so long…

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I EVENTUALLY WILL HAVE MORE PROMPTS THESE ARE JUST THE BEGINNING ONES.

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retroreaderr · 6 years

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Fluffy Headcanons | Tommy Shelby

(CLENCHES FIST) I HAVE SUCH A CRAVING FOR FLUFFY TOMMY OK SO..THIS IS MOSTLY FLUFF OOPS ~ 🕷️💋

Request: “Thomas Shelby s/o headcanons?”

Warning(s): gender neutral reader

Has and will literally fight for you. It’s happened more than once already

Someone made a passing comment about you at the Garrison, and you best bet Tommy heard it and flat out decked this guy in the face

Not at all a morning person

Gives insane amounts of eskimo kisses because he’s still super tired

Loves pulling you close and just burying his face in your hair, the warmth of both you and the blankets lulling him back to sleep

100% shows you off!!

walks around town with a hand on the small of your back, just so people know you’re his

Absolutely spoils you, to the point where it’s almost a little absurd

He doesn’t show it much but he really is a total slut for snuggling

Just.. at home, after a long day, he loves to cuddle up to you on the couch

Pretty much dies when you play with his hair

Small sleepy morning “I love you” smiles

Cute quiet verbal “I love you”s when you visit him at the betting shop

Speaking of, him mumbling Romani phrases when he’s really tired?

“Tommy?”

“Hm?”

“…Nevermind.”

He never does tell you what any of it means, but judging by the small smile on his face it’s likely something he’d never admit when he was fully coherent anyways

He likes when you sit in his office while he works. Nothing much is said, he just likes knowing you’re there

Occasionally you’ll comment on how cute he looks, all concentrated on his paperwork and he’ll look up at you with the classic Tommy Shelby Stare™

“You want a drink?”

“I’m alright, Tommy, really.”

“You sure? It’s my new whiskey.”

“I’m sure Tommy.”

“Try my whiskey, please?”

“Thomas-”

“Alright, alright. We have a bottle at home anyways.”

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a-bang-for-your-bucky · 2 years

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One More Night

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, Unprotected smut (kinda rough), sex while covered in blood (I DO NOT RECOMMEND, VERY UNSANITARY), licking blood off face (SEE PREVIOUS CAPS), explicit language, feels at the end.

A/N: This was 100% self-indulgent. I hope that I got Tommy's character across. He is still fairly new to me! Please comment and reblog! Thank you @firefly-graphics for the divider!!

You didn't marry Thomas Shelby for love. You did it for practicalities. Thomas needed a wife, and you needed a husband. Somewhere down the line, you grew to feel for him, maybe even loved him. Being his wife though, had its perks. He was good looking, caring, and nice. Which was an oddity on its own, given what he did for work. Despite the hardened exterior, your Tommy was kind.

The Grandfather clock down the hall chimed, signaling it was midnight. You were pacing your shared room, waiting for your husband to come home. He was out "taking care of business".

Your nails were ruined, anxiety driving you to nip and chew at them until they were stubs. You knew who you married, and you knew what he did. Knowing didn't stop the worrying. When you heard the lock creak, turning to the open position, you prepared yourself. Either it was Tommy coming back home to you, or it was his brothers coming to tell you that you were now a widow.

The door opened and shut. Footsteps echoed down the long corridor. Your breath caught in your lungs and they were burning. It wasn't until you heard his voice, his accent distinct and so him. He called your name, sounding as worried and upset as you.

"In here, Tommy." Your voice cracked as you said his name. He was home.

The moment you laid eyes on him, you rushed him, throwing your arms around him tightly. "Love, I need-- Fuck, I need to clean up." He said as he peeled you away from him. In the lowlights of the oil lamps, you could see he was covered in blood.

"Fuck, Thomas. Tell me that's not your blood." You yelped, "Wait, I don't want to know." You took a step back and took in his appearance. His dress shirt, stained. It was in his hair, on his face. You couldn't help but notice how his blue eyes sparked against the maroon red of the streaks running down his defined jawline.

Thomas Shelby was a killer, a criminal. He killed men for looking at him the wrong way. And that was the Tommy you were utterly attracted to. He was dangerous, unruly, and entirely yours. Tommy had unbuttoned his vest, shrugged it off and tossed it into the fire. He went to start on the buttons of his once crisp, white shirt, but you stopped him. "Don't." You said, shaking your head, before slotting your lips over his.

Thomas groaned, fighting the urge to pull you closer. You slipped your tongue in his mouth, to slide against his own. You could taste the faint metallic tang of the blood, mixed with tobacco. "Fuck," he mumbled as he separated from you. "Let me clean up first. You've stained your favorite sleeping gown." He pointed to your covered breasts, which were now covered in blood.

He went to turn away from you, but you grasped his wrist. "Tommy, want you to fuck me. Just like this." You mewled, and he paused. He looked up to the ceiling, like he was praying. You heard him harshly whisper a "Jesus Christ" under his breath before he lifted you up by your ass. Quickly you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding tightly. He walked you to his desk, scattering the paperwork on the floor.

Tommy pressed his lips against yours, tangling his large, blood-stained hands in your hair. He thrusted his tongue between your lips, parting them to dance with your own. He always kissed like it was the last time. He all but swallowed you whole. Tommy released your hair, and his hands went down to your breasts. The growl that reverberated through his chest made you damp between your thighs. "It's already ruined, eh?" He said to no one before ripping the silk right down the middle. You gasped at the show of strength. “You shouldn’t let a damned soul like me defile you, princess.” Tommy protested, hands caressing your breasts, smearing the soft flesh with blood, tweaking your nipples with his fingers. You shook your head, moving your face closer to his.

“Too late,” You whispered, licking up his jawline, before placing your lips on his. He pulled you closer if it were possible. His lips parted, tongue prying yours open. You instantly gave him access. He groaned at the taste of the sanguine fluid on your tongue. His hands found their way down your back, fighting for dominance. Tommy was the one who broke the kiss, only to find his way to that spot on your collar bone.

“Thomas,” You moaned. He continued his way up your neck, nibbling on your ear, before returning his lips to your own. His hand traveled down your front to the apex of your thighs. He was pleased to find your core bare, something you have come accustomed to, being married to him. He loved having easy access to your cunt when he wanted. You could feel his hard member against your thigh.

Your hands were buried in his black hair, leaving love bites on his neck. He quickly undid the button of his trousers, pulling his cock free of its confines. “Fuck, I need you, love.” He groaned, rocking himself through your wet folds. It should have scared you. You should have been petrified at the sight of him, but you weren’t. You were dripping for him, knowing that a mere hour ago, your husband had killed someone.

“Then take me, Tommy.” That was all he needed. He licked his slender fingers, applying the spit to his cock, before burying himself to the hilt in one swift thrust. You cried out at the welcomed intrusion, your body accommodating his size almost immediately. He didn’t move, he relished in the feeling of your tight cunt around him. His forehead rested against yours. You looked up, finding his blue eyes staring right at you with amazement.

His breath was labored, like he was experiencing you for the first time. You tried to roll your hips to get some friction, but Tommy gripped your hips tightly. “Fuck, this isn’t going to be easy.”

His pace was brutal, his hips pistoning into yours. The hard wood of the desk dug into your back, but you didn’t care. Not when Tommy was moaning your name like a prayer in the most sinful way. Your hands tried to find purchase on his shoulders, but the drying blood made it difficult.

Tommy's movements stopped abruptly. You were about to complain when he pulled out of your cunt, flipping you onto your stomach, and pushed himself back in. At the angle, you felt him everywhere. He shoved your head down onto the cold wood. You couldn’t help but clench around his length as your nipples pebbled with the friction. "Fuck. Who knew my pretty little wife enjoyed being fucked like a whore." Tommy growled, punctuating the last word with a hard thrust.

"Yours, Tommy. All-- oh, fuck-- yours." You mewled, submitting yourself completely to him. You could hear Tommy’s breaths grow ragged with every moan that elicited his lips. You could get off on his sounds alone. The baritone of his voice, the way he spoke, the power that was embedded with every word.

His hands gripped your hips tighter, and you knew you’d be sore tomorrow; With Tommy, it was always worth it. “I’m– Shit, I need you to come for me, princess.” He was wrecked, losing himself in the pleasure of your body. You pushed back against him, hoping he would get that you needed to change positions to accomplish what he wanted; He did.

Tommy left your body, pulling you toward your bed. You took this as your chance to take charge. You push a firm hand into his chest, causing him to fall back with a grunt. His crystal blue eyes twinkled, enjoying your show of dominance. In the back of your head, you knew blood would be everywhere, but in the moment, you couldn’t care less.

Straddling him, you lowered yourself onto his cock. Your cunt accepted him greedily. When he was fully seated, you rolled your hips. A curse fell from his plush lips. He went to place his hands back on your hips, but you stopped him. Lacing your fingers with his, you pinned hands by his head. Slowly, you started to ride him, switching the rotation of your hips every so often. Tommy fought to touch you, but quickly gave up.

The mood had shifted. You initially wanted a fast, hard, fuck from your husband. Now that you had him under you, it hit you how close you could have been to losing him. Your emotions got the best of you, letting a tear slip over the barrier of your lashes, falling onto his cheek.

“Baby, I’m here.” He assured you. Your ministrations stopped, and your hold on his hands relaxed. Tommy took the opportunity to flip you. He looked down, staring into your eyes. “I love you.” He knew he didn’t say it often, but he knew when he needed to. He started to grind into you, hitting that spot inside you that made you see white. You came quickly, with a chant of his name on your lips. Tommy wasn’t far behind you, spilling his seed deep inside you.

Neither of you said anything, as he pulled out and away from you. You watched as he trotted across the way to the bathroom. You willed your body to move, following behind him. He had stripped off his shirt and trousers, left only in boxers. He started the shower, gesturing for you to go first. Tommy joined you, and you watched as the water ran bloody down the drain. You helped scrub away the sins of his night.

You came out of the bathroom, blood free, to find that your bed had been stripped and remade. You really needed to give Frances a raise. Tommy sighed contently as he turned down the comforter. You slid in first with Tommy right behind you. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, thankful that he was here for at least one more night.

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