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moral-terpitude · 2 years

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hi I love your work so much !! and I wanted to know if I could request (not sure if I’m doing this right since I’m not all too familiar with tumblr) a Thomas Shelby imagine where y/n cut ties with her family long before she meet tommy, married him, had kids, etc ya kno her happy ending and they track her down to arrow house like “ya there’s probably a maid here that goes by y/n were just gonna be taking her with us” and tommy goes all protective husband mode like “no she’s the lady of this house and MY wife” thank you and luv u

Oh sweet Anon! Thank you so much! It makes me happy to hear it. I’ve jumped the queue a bit to do this cause I was particularly in the mood for it today!

November.

The morning was cold as you donned your coat and made your way to your husbands office before heading in to town.

You knocked, but entered without waiting for a response, opening drawers and searching for a pen while he finished a phone call.

“Where are you off to?” He asked as he returned the phone to the receiver, fingers creeping under your wool coat to warm your lower back, although it seemed to be you warming him with how cold his hands were.

“I’ve a doctor appointment and I figured while I was in town I would finish gathering presents for the kids and pay the charge account at Lewis’ and the grocer.”

“I know two of the things on that list Frances said she would take care of, eh?”

You smiled as his hands roamed your stomach. Under the right dress no one could tell yet, but you were roughly four months along with the fifth child between the two of you. All together a household of eight, caring for Tommy’s first child like your own. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I need to get out. I can’t stay held up here for nine months, love.” You bent to kiss his cheek and offered the pen to him, and he signed the three checks without much more of a question about how you’d be spending the day.

He had teased you for your frugality, but you could tell he secretly enjoyed the way you planned, picking up presents for under the tree throughout the year made it easier to wrap and hide them, although Frances was usually your accomplice in that regard.

Stopping by Lewis’s after the doctor, there was a new girl working at the counter that, due to your unfortunately short patience with the cold and lack of bladder retention, was frustrating you.

“What did you say the name was on the account, ma’am?”

“Shelby.”

Footsteps echoed all around you as she looked through the stack of papers, pulling four folders, as you spied the one with your name.

“It’s that one.” You spoke, pointing at the one she held in her hand.

“Ma’am, the name on the check doesn’t match the name on the account.”

“Well the account is under my name, that’s why.”

She sighed, “Just give me a moment.”

She retreated in to the room behind the counter, emerging moments later after many hushed whispers with a concerned looking Betty, who usually took care of the transaction for you.

“I’m sorry ma’am.”

“It’s no trouble.” You reassured her.

“This is Mr. Shelby’s wife,” she whispered, “He doesn’t approve the charges on the account, which is why it isn’t in his name.”

The younger girl nodded, taking in the information.

Betty winked as she took the check and gave you the yellow copy of the receipt, marking it paid, as you departed with the two bags.

By the time you returned home, you were nothing short of exhausted. Mary entertained the smaller children upstairs, finally getting them to settle for a nap before helping you wrap the presents and put them with the others deep in the darkest part of the pantry.

Opting to spend the time before dinner resting, Tommy read the newspaper in the armchair at your feet while you drifted in and out of sleep.

You only woke when Frances spoke, “Mr. Shelby, I believe there’s a misunderstanding. There’s a man at the front door, but I told him I’d retrieve you to speak with him instead.”

He nodded, donning the holster he had shed before you took your nap, as uninvited guests to Arrow House weren’t a regular occurrence.

A minute or so later, you pulled on your sweater, trailing him to find out what was going on.

“I’m telling you,” the familiarity in the voice wasn’t lost on you after all these years, “your maid, the one that was at Lewis’ this morning, is my daughter! They were giving her problems paying the charge account. My other daughter was there and overheard part of the conversation. I’ve come to get her. She needs to come home.”

Tommy chuckled, your name leaving his lips, not calling to you, but reiterating it to your father who now you could see stood before him furious at how close you had been, but still out of his grasp for the last, what, 15 years. The fact your father thought he could force a grown woman to come home was almost amusing.

The posture your husband wore wasn’t unfamiliar at this point. His shoulders were squared, and you felt like a child peeking around the door and into the hallway at fighting parents.

Your husband was ready to fight over you.

You figured it would happen someday, but 15 years gone from home? It almost felt foolish.

“Your daughter isn’t me maid. She never has been,” he shook his head as he cleared his throat and lit a cigarette, before pulling the gun from the holster, it resting at his side, not yet with the intention to use it. “She’s the Lady of this house though, and she has been me wife for the last 10 years.”

Your father stared at him blankly, but you could see the tension wash over him. You could see the thought, that truly there was no way you had married up in class, residing here happily without another thought for your family.

“And if you don’t leave before she sees you,” he cocked the gun, still at his side, “from the stories I’ve heard of you, I have no problem putting a bullet through your head and having your body burned out by the river or thrown in the cut.”

You knew those words hadn’t been for your ears. He didn’t know you were watching and so he spoke freely. You slowly crept back down the hall, and once in the sitting room, made a mad dash for the Chesterfield. Frances came through the door as you shed your slippers and nestled back under the blanket.

“I was napping.” You told her sarcastically, her knowing smile as she set down the tea conveying an air of, of course Mrs. Shelby, as far as I know you’ve never moved from under that blanket, as you knicked one of the biscuits the girls baked earlier in the day.

Tommy sighed, the noise preceding his footsteps, and as he came through the door removed the holster and retuned it to the back of the chair in the sitting room as he took back over his paper.

“Who was it?” You feigned ignorance, and even if he didn’t, he chose to believe you.

He shrugged, “Just some delusional man, love. I think he was drunk. Lost,” he lied, his nose crinkling just so was his tell, but you’d never admit it. And he lied so well otherwise, but right now you’d say that you loved him for it, “but I gave him directions.”

A contented hmm left your lips with a shrug as you added sugar to the tea and continued on living your happy life.

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Not Going Anywhere | Tommy Shelby x Reader

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Request: yes by @cheyenne-dunn-universe

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N)'s hired onto the staff at Arrow House in the weeks following the death of the estate's matriarch, Grace Shelby. What she didn't know upon accepting the position was that she would have an effect on not only the two year old boy in the home, but his father as well.

Warnings: language, smoking, drinking

Word Count: 3748

A/N: I changed up the wording of the prompt that I had to use, but it’s in there. I’m a bit nervous to post this cuz it’s been a bit since I unveiled a full-length fic, so be gentle, yeah? Enjoy! :)

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"And this is where you'll be staying," the older woman who had been tasked with showing the new hire around stated as she motioned to the closed door.

"Thank you," (Y/N) said with a smile. The woman just nodded her head, her straight-faced expression not changing. (Y/N) stood in wait for a few moments before she realized that the other woman was not going to be saying anything else to her. So she reached out and grabbed the doorknob with the intention to open the door. Once it was open, she stepped inside and dropped her bags on the floor. Then she realized that she had a question. "Do you know when I..." she trailed off once she realized that the woman who'd shown her around was no longer in the hall.

With a sigh, she stepped back into the small bedroom that she would call hers for the next unknown number of days. She'd been hired onto the staff of Arrow House when a sudden job opening for a nanny was posted. (Y/N) was interviewed shortly after she applied, and within a week, she was told that she'd be moving in and starting as soon as possible. But now that she was here, she needed to figure out when her actual duties began. So she made sure that her belongings were unpacked before she exited her room. She at least remembered where her boss' office was because it was two doors down on the opposite side of the same hall that her room was in.

She approached the closed door and knocked on it, hoping that Mr. Shelby was inside. To her luck, he called for her within a few seconds of her knocking. She opened the door and closed it softly before turning to look at her boss. "Hello, Mr. Shelby," She greeted him, hoping her words came out with confidence.

"Hello," he greeted her back as he glanced up from the papers on his desk, "you're the new nanny, (Y/N), correct?" he checked to make sure he knew who he was talking to.

"Yes," (Y/N) nodded, moving closer to his desk after he waved her over.

"Thank you for accepting the position and starting promptly. It allows for me to continue to keep my mind on my business," he offered his thanks then.

"Oh, you're welcome, sir. I'm excited to work with your son," (Y/N) smiled as she spoke.

"He's a good kid," Tommy stated as he leaned back in his seat.

"I'm sure he is," (Y/N) agreed with him, "I wanted to ask when it is that I'll be starting my duties," she said then, making the last second decision to leave out the coldness of the maid that showed her around. She didn't want to cause drama...well not on her first day, at least.

"You can get started right now. Charlie should be in his room," Tommy responded, already pleased that she was wanting to take initiative so early.

"Ok. Thank you, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) nodded as she began to walk to the door.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," he called after her, and she sent him a smile before exiting his office to go to Charlie's room.

Things started off great between (Y/N) and Charlie. She was nervous at first, but she quickly realized that the two year old just wanted someone to play with him and keep him occupied. (Y/N) happily stepped into that role. The two quickly got into a routine of playing, exploring, and learning, and after the first few weeks had passed, it was obvious that a bond had developed between the woman and the child.

The person that (Y/N) hadn't formed any sort of relationship with was Tommy. She was constantly trying to get him to spend time with her and Charlie because she thought that him bonding with his child was something important, especially since Charlie was still developing. But he kept to himself. (Y/N) could understand why he was doing that though. After all, he was her boss, and his decision was final. She even at times thought that extending an invitation to play or go for a walk to him was silly. That was the very reason why she'd been hired on; so that she could do all of those things with Charlie by herself. But a sliver of her hoped that he'd accept what she was offering him.

And as those few weeks passed, (Y/N) found herself wanting to know more about the man that she was working for; not only in a business sense, but also in a way that showed her more of who he was as a person. But there was no way for her to work her way into those types of conversations if she couldn't even get him to spend a few minutes with his son.

Now it was night, and (Y/N) had finally settled into bed after making sure that Charlie was tucked in and sleeping. She pulled the covers over top of her and grabbed her book off of the side table so that she could continue reading. She read in silence for a good bit of time before she heard the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. Hearing it made her set her book down and sit up in bed. Wherever it came from, it was within one of the rooms in her hallway. So she exited her bedroom and silently walked down the hall, stopping when she got to the door that belonged to Tommy's office. From outside, she was able to hear his muffled curses. Surely he must've dropped the glass.

(Y/N) knocked on the door and listened in as the curses silenced. "What?!" Tommy called out, his response making her open the door and step inside.

"Are you ok, Mr. Shelby?" she asked in a soft voice as she saw him on the floor trying to pick up the larger shards of glass.

"I'm fine," he mumbled as he continued on with what he was doing.

She could have taken his response as a go ahead to leave the room, but instead she moved towards the mess. "Let me help you," she told him as she kneeled on the floor next to him and began picking up the glass. Tommy stopped what he was doing to stare over at her. (Y/N) didn't let his gaze affect her as she continued with cleaning the mess.

"This isn't in your job description," Tommy finally said once they'd finished picking the glass up.

"I know it's not," (Y/N) responded as she looked over at him, "but you sounded like you needed help."

"So you can hear me from down the hall, eh?" he asked her then. If she heard the glass shatter, it also meant that she'd hear all of the times he'd be yelling at people over the phone, and all of the times where he couldn't hold his emotions in any longer and let them out through tears.

"I can, but it's only because I like to keep my door open at night...just in case Charlie needs me," (Y/N) answered in a matter of fact tone. She then watched as his eyes softened. Feeling her eyes on him, Tommy glanced away so that hopefully she wouldn't see the crack in his hard exterior. "Are you ok, Mr. Shelby?" she asked him again, but this time, her words took on a different meaning.

Tommy said nothing at first. He instead let out a breath of a laugh and shook his head slightly before he stood and moved over to the couch. Once he was sitting, he leaned over, grabbed his tin of cigarettes and lit one. "Come sit," he beckoned her over after taking a long drag.

(Y/N) listened and wordlessly moved so that she was sitting next to him. "I'm here to listen, if you want to talk, Mr. Shelby," she told him quietly, hoping that he'd still hear what she said.

The two sat in silence then. (Y/N) was looking at Tommy as she waited for him to make the next move, and Tommy was staring off at the mantle as he smoked his cigarette. Finally, after what felt like forever, he reached forward and stubbed it out in the ashtray sitting on the coffee table. He then let out a long sigh before finally looking over at (Y/N). "I've got a lot of shit going on right now...between the business and losing me wife, and I can't help but feel like I'm abandoning Charlie," he paused to clear his throat and take a deep breath, "I appreciate all that you've done here, (Y/N). I appreciate that you've warmed up to Charlie so quickly and that you've taken on so much with him. Because I had no fucking clue of what to do with him...no clue of how to be a father," he paused again, laughing slightly in spite of himself before he continued, "but you're young. You should be out living your life instead of taking over all of the responsibilities of raising my child. You shouldn't have to worry about getting mixed up in the shit that I do and the trouble I create."

(Y/N) listened to his words intently. She was surprised that he was opening up to her. Which is why the final part of his monologue made her furrow her eyebrows. She thought about what he said for a few moments before responding: "you don't need to worry about me wasting my time here, because I'm not. You don't need to worry about scaring me off, because you can't. I'm not going anywhere. You can try as hard as you want to think of a way to, but there's really nothing you can say, or do, that's going to make me like you or Charlie less, Tommy," she told him, her eyes not straying from his. They widened significantly though when she realized that she called him by his first name. And not only that, but she'd also in a way admitted that she had feelings towards him. "Er, I mean Mr. Shelby. I'm sorry," she said shyly, looking down at her lap as she tried to hide her blush.

"Calling me Tommy's just fine, (Y/N), and I..." Tommy's statement surprised (Y/N), and the fact that he trailed off made her look up at him once more. It looked like he was trying hard to think of something to say. "Huh..." he said then, exuding the word like he was letting out a breath. For the first time in a while, Tommy Shelby didn't know what to say.

They looked at each other for a few moments before (Y/N) broke the gaze. "I should be going to bed. I'm sorry for keeping you from your work," she said as she moved to stand from the couch. Her cheeks still felt unbearably warm.

"No, it's ok. Thanks for helping me clean my mess up," Tommy responded to her, pausing as he watched her walk to the door.

She turned back to look at him before she opened it, almost as if she was giving him another chance to speak. His mind went blank again as he stared at her. So she sent him a smile before she opened the door and went to her room for the night. Tommy let out a sigh and tipped back his head as the door shut. He shook his head at his stupidity before he moved over to the mantle where the alcohol was stored. He was going to need a glass of something strong after what'd just happened.

Things changed for the better after that night. Although (Y/N) and Tommy didn't speak of that conversation again, Tommy seemed to be around more now. Whether it was watching her when she was with Charlie — she tried to coax him into playing with them, but he was still hesitant, or saying goodnight to her when he'd be going into his office, it seemed to (Y/N) like he was trying to put a better effort in around the house.

Today was a special day at Arrow House. It was Charlie's third birthday, and (Y/N) had some pretty great things planned for the child. But her first order of business was to get the boy's father out of his office and into the celebration.

"Something wrong, (Y/N)?" Tommy questioned with furrowed eyebrows as she entered his office after knocking.

"No, nothing's wrong..." she paused, shaking her head, "I'm going to give Charlie his cake and I wanted to see if you would like to join us," she told him the reason behind her being in his office.

"I have work I need to finish up," he answered her, motioning to the papers scattered across his desk.

(Y/N) sighed, but she didn't give up. "Come on, Tommy...Charlie would be happy if you were down there," she pleaded with him. It still felt weird calling him 'Tommy', but he now pretty much insisted that she did so.

Now it was Tommy's turn to sigh, and he dropped his gaze to his desk for a moment. "I'll see what I can do, eh? Just let me finish up this work and I'll come down," he told her then, making a smile form on her face.

"Oh that's great to hear! Charlie will be so happy. I'll go down and try to keep him occupied while we wait for you," (Y/N) responded happily, making Tommy nod before she thanked him and left the office in search of the child.

A good half hour later, Charlie was getting antsy. (Y/N) had given him some of his presents early; a few toys that she hoped would hold him over until his father came down for the cake. But Tommy was still in his office, and now it seemed like Charlie was about ready for bed.

(Y/N) knew that she couldn't push the cake off any longer. "Mary," she called for the maid who was standing by the door.

"Yes, (Y/N)?" she asked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"Can you please get Charles' cake from the kitchen? I don't think we can wait for Mr. Shelby...the boy’s going to need to go to bed soon," she explained her request. Mary nodded her head and exited the room without another word. "It's ok, Charlie. We've got something special for you," she cooed to the child who was getting more fussy with each second that passed. Moments later, Mary returned with the cake in her hands. "Oh, Charlie, what's that?" (Y/N) asked excitedly as she pointed over to the cake being carried over. The boy's whines seized for a few moments as he looked at what was being brought to him.

"Did you sing 'Happy Birthday' yet?" another voice entered the conversation from behind (Y/N). It made her turn quickly to see Tommy entering the room through the door that was opposite the one Mary came through.

"No. You're just in time, Tommy," (Y/N) smiled. Although she felt slightly angry that he'd arrived at the last possible second, she knew she couldn't show that. At least he came down. Tommy smiled back at her as he came around the couch she was sitting on and sat next to her.

The two, and Mary, then began to sing 'Happy Birthday' to the boy who was mesmerized by the candles on the cake. As they were singing, Tommy gently placed his hand on the small of (Y/N)'s back. Slight tingles went off where his palm was pressed, and surely her cheeks were now a shade darker than normal, but she tried hard not to let her reaction get noticed. "Blow the candles out, Charlie," Tommy prompted his son once their singing was finished, having no intentions of moving his hand from (Y/N)'s back anytime soon.

"Good boy, Charlie!" (Y/N) cheered once he blew the candles out. She couldn't help but clap for the child as she tried her best to ignore the tingles that were still coursing through her body.

"Mary, could you cut and serve the cake please?" Tommy asked the woman standing off to the side then. She answered with a quick 'yes, Mr. Shelby' before exiting the sitting room. "Did you make the cake?" Tommy asked (Y/N) then, leaning over slightly so that his voice was closer to her ear.

"No..." (Y/N) responded sheepishly, her cheeks heating up once again because of his closeness, "I had a hand in decorating it though," she admitted then as she dared to glance over at him.

"You did a fine job," he complimented her, making a smile form on her face. He didn't wait to hear her response, which was good because she didn't have one, before he leaned down and started playing with one of the toys Charlie was trying to show him. Still, somehow, his hand remained against the small of (Y/N)'s back.

(Y/N) smiled as she watched Tommy play with Charlie, who had now climbed up on the couch to sit next to his father. He had to finally remove the hand from her back to be able to play better with him and, although she was slightly embarrassed to admit it, she missed the contact. She wasn't really thinking as she reached over and rested her hand on Tommy's thigh; her silent way of showing how happy she was that he'd joined them. Tommy only glanced over at her as he felt her touch, and he didn't miss a beat in playing with the kid. This felt right...to the both of them.

"Do you have anything planned with Charlie today?" Tommy's voice made (Y/N) jump as it came from the child's bedroom door. He couldn't help but chuckle as she clutched her chest before turning to glare at him.

"No, I don't," she responded once she'd calmed herself down. She didn't take well to being startled.

"It's nice out. Would you want to take a walk?" Tommy suggested then.

"You'd be coming with us?" (Y/N) checked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

“If you’d allow it,” he shrugged his shoulders as he slid his hands into his pockets.

A smile formed on (Y/N)’s face the second she heard what he’d said. “Oh I’d most certainly allow it,” she chirped back before she turned to Charlie, “want to go for a walk, Charlie? Daddy said that he’d join us this time.”

The boy was up in seconds, working so hard on getting his shoes on. (Y/N) giggled at his attempts before she switched the shoes onto their correct feet. She then took his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her past Tommy and down the hall. “Better keep up, Mr. Shelby!” (Y/N) called back to Tommy, who was trailing a few steps behind her.

Soon enough, they were walking the gravel trail that twisted throughout the estate’s grounds. Charlie was enthusiastically pointing out every little thing around the home, and (Y/N) was happily entertaining conversation with him. Tommy was just watching on with a smile as he smoked a cigarette. Then, Charlie got tired of trying to wait back for the adults to lead the way. He glanced up at (Y/N) and she nodded, knowing that he wanted to go off and explore. The child smiled widely as he dashed off into the grass that surrounded the path, leaving (Y/N) and Tommy behind.

“It’s a beautiful day out,” (Y/N) remarked as they continued to walk slowly so that they could keep up with Charlie.

“It is,” Tommy nodded his head, glancing over at the woman walking next to him. They were so close to each other that their shoulders brushed each time they took a step.

“Thank you for coming out here with us,” (Y/N) said as she turned her head to smile at him, “Charlie’s really happy.”

“Only Charlie?” Tommy asked, his eyebrows raising slightly as he stopped walking and turned to face her.

(Y/N) smiled, looking away in hopes that he didn’t see her blush. “I’m happy too,” she admitted bashfully in a soft voice.

She was able to feel Tommy’s eyes burning into her face as she tried her best to keep looking out at the treeline. But his intensity drew her to him, and the second that her eyes found his once more, he brought his hands up to her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her lips. It took (Y/N) a moment to realize what was going on, but she didn’t shy away from the kiss. Instead, she managed to bring her hands up so that she was gripping onto the lapels of his suit jacket, reveling in the feeling of his lips against hers.

Tommy was the one to pull away a few seconds later, and he searched her eyes for her reaction when he did. “I’m sorry for that,” he said in a soft voice, pausing for a moment, “if you want to resign now, I’ll allow it.” He couldn’t help but worry if his unthought out actions made her feel uncomfortable. But, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t look away from her.

To his surprise, (Y/N) laughed slightly at his statement. “Don’t be sorry. I told you that night that I liked you...that I was going to stick around regardless of what went on. And I meant it. I’m happy that I get to be a part of Charlie’s life. I’m happy here. And I’m certainly not going to leave now that you’ve kissed me.”

“And if I want you to be a part of my life as well?” Tommy asked her then, his eyebrows raising slightly.

Before saying anything, (Y/N) reached up to splay her fingers against the back of his neck so that she could bring his forehead to meet hers. She glanced into his eyes where they were centimeters from hers before a smile formed on her face. “I’d really like that, Tommy,” her response came out as a whisper, but he heard it crystal clear, and it was enough encouragement for him to lean in and kiss her lips a second time.

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pherelesytsia · 2 years

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Lost and Rewritten

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Thomas Shelby, a single father, lost his son at the fair and finds him in the arms of an unknown woman and is enchanted by her.

Word Count: 2.1k

a/n: Thomas Shelby Masterlist

Part One Part Two

The day was waning, and the golden hue of the sun kissed the end of the world. Birds chirped, left the kingdom and settled on the lightly dancing branches of the trees, framing the estate like a painting.

In the depths of the eyes, they had long since lost themselves, no longer able to look into the distance and were deaf to the voice of the wind knocking on the windows flanked by dark curtains. The cups had been emptied and crumbs adorned the round plates painted with beautifully curved flower tendrils in bluish tones. With each word, stories of greyed memories, the hearts opened wide. Thomas laughed and Y/N continued the tale. His eyes sparkled in delight and his voice was nearly delicate, longing to hear more, ignoring the sun and the faint stars gracing the sky. The smile seemed to grow larger with each passing moment, a grin, not even dreadful news could make it disappear, was on his features. Delight and happiness painted his eyes in bright hues, lighter than the sun and all the stars of the sky together.

A cold gust accompanied by joyous shouts swept through the estate, filled every room and let the adults seated on the sofa in dark shake the heads. Fear didn’t cloud the mind nor rooted deep in the hearts chanting serenades as Thomas and Y/N looked simultaneously at the grinning children rushing in great haste through doors like a horde of savages. Scolding words didn't escape the young mother. Joy ruled in her daughter's gaze, swiftly followed by Charlie into the living room. Breathing heavily, huffing, the children stopped. A bright reddish hue painted the cheeks, and they grinned widely at the parents, looking wondering at the children. Charlie and Claire exchanged quick glances. Soft words echoed; an illegible murmur of faint voices oozing with excitement. The children clasped the hands behind the body and Charlie whispered low words and looked questioningly at Claire, but no answer escaped. Y/N knew the expression of mischief, had seen it countless of times. Y/N gazed from Tommy to the children and sat down on the sofa so she could survey them closely.

"We wanted to ask you something." Claire broke the silence. "Now it's your turn, Charlie," Claire added after a moment.

Nudging Charlie with her elbow, Claire poked him again, but the shy boy didn't respond. Her eyes spoke volumes, could not understand why Charlie had not yet continued as agreed a few minutes ago in the garden. The dark-haired boy lowered his gaze in shame, pressed his lips to a fine line and again looked up as he realised he had to continue.

"Eh, we were going to ask you if we could play hide and seek or catch together. All of us. You and Y/N/N and Claire and I. It will be more fun." Charlie shyly proffered.

He was blushing and Y/N´s heart melted like gold.

The desire to follow them was non-existent and hundreds of excuses rested on the tip of the tongue, but none overcame, came to light and stayed well hidden, locked up behind sealed lips. The parents exchanged glances, wanting to continue the conversation they had started, to find out more about each other, but the expression on the children's faces made it impossible to send them out of the house again, to let them know they had no desire or interest to spend more time together.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Thomas asked.

A soft laugh escaped the young mother, couldn't remember the last time she had played catch and was shocked, couldn't believe she had never played it with her daughter and Y/N couldn't say no.

"Why not? But the sun is about to set and I think we should head home soon, Claire. We don't want to delay or disturb you and Charlie unnecessarily." Y/N pronounced.

An indignant sound immediately escaped as Claire heard what her mother had pronounced in an audible tone, but the look in her eyes forbid Claire to say anything, to protest loudly.

"You are not disturbing us Y/N and we have enough unoccupied rooms in the building and I am certain the children would be happy to spend more time together.“ Thomas said.

Slowly Thomas rose as he spoke the words Y/N in the deepest depths of her heart, hoped to hear. The elegant gentlemen held out his right hand and Y/N accepted his invitation and realised, astonished, that his hand was huge compared to hers. Her lips gaped open and Y/N did not notice how she threatened to lose herself in the depths of the sky, in a sea of adoration, but no water filled her lungs. A warm shiver travelled down her spine and banished the cold from her limbs. In a gesture, almost affectionate, Thomas lowered his hand to Y/N's back, led her away from the sofa they had been sitting on for the last few hours, strolled towards the door where the whispering children stood, grinning and chatting in delight, happy the plan they created in great detail worked perfectly.

Claire smiled, had never witnessed such happiness painting her mother's eyes in the brightest of colours.

Thomas stepped away from Y/N and immediately she missed his closeness, the warmth his heart was spreading. Again Y/N wanted to find herself in his embrace, sitting on the sofa and listening to stories and tales. Eyes met and Y/N felt her heart collide with her chest, wishing their paths had crossed earlier, maybe ten years ago, seeing the love, the joy in his eyes as Charlie came to tell him something. Y/N knew he had to be a good man, had never seen such love in a man's eyes. Warmth rose in her cheeks. Thomas took the coat from the hook and walked with long steps towards Y/N, who was looking at the joyful children who disappeared from the house with quick steps and wanted to separate from the adults as quickly as possible to hide from them.

"I hope you don't mind," Thomas said.

Y/N looked up questioningly. An unfamiliar scent, yet so familiar, a scent befuddling her senses and making her heart beat faster, enveloped her as she felt a heavy material settle on her shoulders. Y/N smiled and her fingers clawed into the dark material. Her coat was hanging again.

"It rained early this morning and I don't want your coat to get dirty. I hope you don't mind. I will give Claire one of Charlie's shirts and trousers. I am convinced I will find something fitting.", "Why should I mind Thomas? Thank you, but it's not necessary. Really." Y/N breathed, but Thomas shook his head in response.

"May I?" Thomas asked.

Confused, Y/N looked up, unable to take her eyes off the tall man, but then she saw his hand pointing to the long sleeves and the young mother understood and nodded. Thomas took a step towards Y/N. The black suit jacket no longer covered his body. His fingers played with the long sleeves, rolled up the too-long material and her delicate hands, her fingers appeared in the bright golden light.

The black waistcoat covered the white button-down, white as a pearl as clouds, and Y/N recognised her work, saw the extra compartment for small bottles on the waistcoat to which a golden clock was attached.

"Thank you, Thomas but.", "You don't have to worry about me darling, I certainly won't be cold and we should hurry, the children are waiting and we shouldn't keep them waiting," Thomas interrupted Y/N, knew exactly what she wanted to pronounce

Warmth rose again in her cheeks and gratefully Y/N accepted the arm Thomas offered her. Wordlessly, Thomas led Y/N out of the house, down the long corridor, and together they strolled towards the light streaming into the house through the open front door of dark wood. Following the path, they heard the chanting of laughter echoing loudly across the land, through gardens and fields.

Suddenly, there was a great silence. Y/N and Thomas exchanged quick glances and mischievously they grinned.

"Oh, where might the children be?" Y/N cried out loud.

The question did not have to escape, saw the children hiding behind the trunk of the enormous tree.

"I wonder, I can't see them anywhere. Hopefully, they haven't gone missing but you don't have to worry Y/N, I'm sure we'll find them and if not, I'll contact the police. You don't have to worry, I won't sleep a wink this night until we find them," Thomas agreed in a worried tone.

Grinning, they walked towards the lonely tree many steps away from them, behind which the children thought they were completely hidden.

"I think you must call a doctor; Mister Shelby, I feel my heart about to burst with worry. I think I need to sit down.", "You worry me, darling, Y/N/N, come sit on the bench. I will bring you a glass of water and a damp cloth for your forehead." Thomas reassured the young woman at his side.

Grinning, he showed with his eyes that they should surprise the children from both sides to forbid them to run away. Y/N grinned, missing his closeness, longing to be near him, and moved towards the tree, whose bark was dark as oak. A shriek escaped the children. They jumped, no longer giggling softly, and ran away in great haste.

"It's your turn mum.", "Oh no! I'll catch you," Y/N said in shock.

Y/N did not run quickly after the two children and Thomas ran alongside them, was slow, and saw the joy in the children's eyes as they ran away from Y/N in his direction. The curls danced in the wind. Y/N rushed up slowly, felt the heels of her shoes sink into the soil, reached out with her arms and caused the children to burst out laughing as they escaped her reach. He got lost in her eyes and for a moment Thomas thought that he had known her for a long time, that she was part of the family.

"Tommy?" breathed a voice.

Suddenly he awoke from his stupor and felt hands resting on his body and he looked down, saw the woman who was smaller than him. Thomas stood motionless in the shadow of the tree.

"Your turn," Y/N added, out of breath.

Thomas caught himself and laughed. Turning around, he made no effort to run slowly, running faster towards the children. They chased each other up and down the garden like wild animals, laughing and shrieking, ignoring the stains freckling the clothes.

The day was waning, and the sun shrouded the world in a reddish glow

"My legs aren't that long; I can't run fast." Y/N breathed out of breath, gasping for air, trying to fill her lungs with air.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, noticing how close they were. His warm breath collided with her face. A shiver danced down her spine. The fingers of his right hand traced the contours of her face, memorising every perfection, seeing the goosebumps, the loving smile on her lips and the love in her eyes seeming endless.

"Are you cold?" Thomas asked.

Worry spread on his features, kissed by the golden sun. Nothing could escape his sharp eyes. Carefully, his hands slid up and down her arms to give her warmth. Y/N shook her head, but Thomas saw the lie in her gaze.

"Charlie, Claire, we're going back inside. Y/N is cold and you should come too and if you are hungry, then go into the kitchen." the man added.

Smiling, he ignored the faint words escaping Y/N, trying to stop him from letting the children know she was no longer able to play with them in the garden.

"Okay." the children said at the same time.

The children continued to play in the garden, hiding behind the bushes and the trunks of the many different trees whose branches danced in the wind.

Down the narrow path, Thomas with Y/N at his side walked towards the house and it seemed as if they were a couple setting out on a journey together. Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling comfortable at a man's side after long years of loneliness. His hand rested on her back in a protective gesture and the warmth his body radiated banished the cold feasting on her skin.

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shewrites444 · 9 months

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arranged [thomas shelby x reader smut]

[ i’ve never written about one of cillian murphy’s characters but oppenheimer has me feeling a bit inspired lately. i haven’t watched peaky blinders in ages, so apologizes if it’s not completely accurate to the storyline. ]

[update: arranged part 2 ]

word count - 2.1k

[ summary - the reader and tommy agree to an arranged marriage that suits both of their needs. despite their disliking of each other, the two seem quite fond of each other in the bedroom, especially on their wedding night. ]

[ warnings - enemies to lovers trope that includes unprotected sex, oral, roughness, etc ]

thomas shelby was the last man i ever imagined myself being wedded to, but when my father unexpectedly passed and i no longer had the protection of his people, i had to find another way to make sure i wouldn’t be a victim to any gangs of birmingham - including the peaky blinders.

of course, tommy would never have married me if there wasn’t something i could offer him in return - that happened to be a ton of inherited money from my father, and several breweries i now technically owned, and numerous meeting spots that only i knew about, that the coppers would never find him or his family at, during anytime of the day.

despite the convenience of our arrangement, there was nothing favorable for either of us past the business side of things. our families had been at each other’s throats for years and now that my father was gone, a lot of that tension was, but nevertheless, you can’t expect a peaky blinder to not hold a grudge, even on their wedding night.

“see, that wasn’t so bad.” i mutter to my newly wed husband, walking into the dimly lit bedroom as i took off my white heels, setting them aside the now shut door. i watch as tommy began to unbutton his white dress shirt, and i sigh to myself, but loud enough to quirk his brow.

i tuck my hair behind my ears, walking to the bed and pulling the sheets down to prepare for what would hopefully be a fairly long sleep, given that i’d prefer not think much about who i was now standing across from.

“you don’t have to stay in here tonight if you don’t want to or even at all, tommy. you already have children and i’m aware you don’t want more, and frankly, i don’t want any, so just lie and tell polly the marriage was consummated tomorrow morning. go on.” i gesture my hand up and towards the door, watching his blank expression as i spoke in a more demanding, harsh manner.

he walked towards the bed, untucking his side, his shirt now unbuttoned and his toned, pale body at my exposure, which only made my cheeks redden as the muscles flexed with his movements. i may have despised the man for his profession, but it’s not like he wasn’t physically attractive.

“i may not be so found of you, mrs. shelby, but i do keep my marriage duties, at least to sleep beside you.” he says plainly, sitting down on the white sheets before looking up to me with a teasing expression. it almost felt wrong to see him show any emotion besides, well, none. “now, do i have to make you turn around while i fuck you, or can you bare the sight of me while doing so?”

i roll my eyes with a smirk, laying down and hovering my face above his before biting my bottom lip, glancing at his own with a bit of temptation, but nothing i couldn’t ignore for the sake of my ego. “i’m shocked you even asked to touch me, mr. shelby. peaky blinders have always seemed so forward with what they want.”

he tilted his head, his well-groomed hair bouncing lightly at the movement, now reaching over to hold the back of my neck, running his fingertips through the ends of my hair. “would you prefer i not ask? you didn’t strike me as the type of woman who’d prefer to be fucked like an animal.”

“you didn’t strike me as the type of man to wait until we were wed to even discuss sex, so we’re both a bit surprised. have you been distracted with other women through our engagement, dear husband?”

he scoffed at my comment, sitting up and leaning himself down to peck at my neck lightly, his heated breath against my tingling skin, a pit forming in my stomach at the touch he never dared grant me until now.

“you never gave me any suggestion to fuck before tonight, [y/n]. i assumed you wouldn’t allow me to lay a finger on you. this all seemed like a business opportunity, a plan for protection and financies, nothing more.” he muttered through his kisses, trailing his lips down to my covered chest before looking up to me again. “so, how about i ask you like a gentlemen, mrs. shelby. is this for business, or not?”

i shrug softly, glancing down to meet his seductive, icy blue eyes. “i think i’ll be able to tell if it is or not when you fuck me, mr. shelby."

he reached over to pull me on top of him, grabbing the white gown that dressed me and helping me to slip it off my core and past my arms, tossing it to the floor, which exposed me in nothing but my underwear, my breasts falling out of the fabric and resting before him. he took one hand to hold my back, the other cupping one breast and his thumb flicking at the hardening nipple. i feel him push me down, his lips attaching to the bud as i let out a soft moan, shocked by how sensual thomas shelby could be if directed to do so.

i could feel the bulge in his pants growing, beginning to grind myself against the black pants while he fondled my breasts with his mouth and free hand, the other that was once on my back now guiding itself down to my ass. he pulled himself away from my breast, panting softly to himself as the tension began to increase between our moving bodies.

“take off your panties and lay down on your back, won't you.” he said to me in a more demanding tone. i stood up and did so, spreading my legs before him as he undressed himself at the side of the bed, soon leaning down in front of me.

i chew my bottom lip at the sight of the man before me, but gasp as his tongue links to my clit, swirling and flicking around the sensitive bud of skin, while i only grow wetter through his touch and the saliva that collected against my entrance. i reach down to hold his head of black hair, my other hand resting against my chest while he continued to give me nothing but pleasure.

“this… this doesn’t seem… like b-business to me…” i stutter my words, my back arching at every sensitive touch he brought to my body. my words made him pull away, a smirk on his wet lips as he stuck one finger inside of me, pumping and curling it slowly enough to draw a loud moan from my lips before pulling it out right after.

he leaned down and gestured for me to open my mouth, sticking his finger inside for me to taste my own juices before pulling it out and licking it himself.

“neither does this, how wet you are for me. are you sure you want to take back the consummation of our arrangement, hm? it seems you like my tongue, mrs. shelby. do you think i’ll like yours?” he grinned, standing up and pointing his full erection towards me, holding it in one hand as i sat up on the bed.

i blush, getting off of the bed and onto my knees before him. i take his length into one hand, pumping it slowly as i look up to him, our eyes locked when i lean forward and take his tip into mouth, a heavy sigh coming from his lips as i begin to suck him off. he was thick and much longer than any man i’d ever been with, and frankly, if we were to sleep together tonight, i was a bit nervous of how my body would take him and the aftermath of it all tomorrow morning.

“fuck, fill your throat with me, [y/n]..” he moaned, both hands holding the back of my head as he thrusted himself towards my face. i took his cock down my throat, my eyes closing almost immediately as a tear runs down my cheek from the unexpected penetration, moving my head back and forth as his balls slap against my wet chin.

he tilted his head, mouth hung open as he watched me take him down my throat. i could hear his breath cutting short each time he thrusted, his cock twitching inside my mouth as he edged himself through each stroke. when he could tell through my reddening expression and glossy eyes that i was a bit overstimulated, he slowly pulled himself out of my mouth, leaning down to help me back on my feet and onto the bed.

he kneeled down before me, grabbing my face with both hands and pressing a passionate kiss against my lips, his tongue pushing itself into my mouth, which distracted me from the way he was moving my body off the bed again. he wraps his arms around me and guides me across the room and to the dresser, where he then breaks the kiss and turns me around, bending my body against the wood to where i made eye contact with the mirror that connected the furniture.

"i think this is worth the watch, don't you?" he teases, a devilish smirk across his face as he takes my neck in one hand, the other trailing before my pussy, his index and middle fingers attaching to my clit as he pushes himself inside of me without warning.

i gasp, watching my mouth open as he begins to fuck me, hard, against the dresser. the stimulation above my insides didn't make this any easier to take, given the fact i could already feeling my climax building in a matter of seconds.

i rest both palms against the wood, watching tommy's lips trail to my shoulder as he kissed against my sweating skin, leaving fresh hickeys from time to time, marking me like i was more than just an arrangement to him. if anything, this showed me that thomas shelby may not favor me, but he sure wanted the world to know i was his wife, and no one else's.

"i could fuck you all day, [y/n]. nothing fucking... compares to... how good you feel, fuck.." he muttered between kisses, looking up to meet my eyes in the mirror, his hand moving from my neck to hold my left breast tightly, halting it from bouncing throughout his thrusts. "do you feel me as much as i feel you?"

i nod, mouth still hung open, unable to even speak a word as tommy pulled my body closer, his fingers digging into my clit and forcing me to arch my back down, my ass pressing against him and causing even harsher friction between our bodies while he quickened his pace at the touch, the sound of our skin slapping together overpowering the bedroom.

i suddenly feel his arm wrap around my waist, and then the other, holding me so close and his body leaned so far down my back was touching his core. he thrusted deeper, further than what i even thought was possible for him to go, and so much so to the point i was in immense pain, but god, it felt so fucking good. his cock overpowered my entire body, and i felt my orgasm rushing to the surface, fluids leaking out from inside of me past himself and dripping between my legs, his own orgasm filling my insides within a matter of seconds after.

i feel him slide out of me, catching his own breath and helping turn me around to face him. he takes my hand and places the other on my back, guiding me to the bed once more and laying me down, pulling the sheet on top of me to cover my stomach down, my breasts exposed to the cold air. i feel his lips against my chest, lightly kissing from my nipples, to my shoulders, to my neck, and to my lips, once more. he smiles softly, and genuinely, to me, before snapping out of his sappy mood to grab a cigarette from the nightstand, lighting it.

"do you think we'll be doing this again?" he asks quietly, handing me the cigarette. "doesn't seem like it would be a negative thing to add to our arrangement, eh?"

i smirk, blowing the smoke out from my lips and towards the ceiling. "i wouldn't be opposed, but if you fuck me that hard every time, i'm not sure i would be able to get out of bed the next morning."

he chuckled to himself, standing up and walking to the other side of the bed, sliding himself into the sheets and putting out the cigar. he took me into his arms, lighting running his hand across my hair. "we can see about that. goodnight, mrs. shelby."

i rest my head against his chest, closing my eyes and smiling to myself, partially hoping tommy wouldn't see my vunerability.

"goodnight, mr. shelby."

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warnersister · 2 months

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Alfie Solomons x Jewish!Reader

“If you’ll have me”🧸🕍

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Summary: the oddly timed belated visit to his synagogue gave reason for Alfie to keep visiting (Jewish reader)

Alfie felt the need to reconnect with his religion, reconnect with Judaism. Reconnect with the community he’d began to stray away from as his unlawful business thrived. Reconnect with his home, with his family, with his truth.

That’s how he ended up at the local synagogue at two oclock on a Tuesday afternoon. He’d inhaled deeply and relished in his transparency, how God could see straight through him yet still welcomed him into this place of worshiped. And Alfie relished in the fact that for once he couldn’t hide, for once he couldn’t argue it with guns. Alfie felt bare; he felt truthful; and he felt free. He felt proud adorning his faithful yarmulke on his head.

But something felt pure, strong, innocent. Something radiated out of the room that wasn’t only Alfie opening his arms to religion once again. It was something purer than he could ever fathom, something addictively bright. Something powerful. Something that drew him closer like a moth to a lamp. Something like you.

Alfie’s eyes immediately darted to you the moment he’d entered the holy house - how could they not? You were the only other person besides him daft enough to be there at such an odd time. You were sat rather centrally in comparison to the room, only a few ways back from the front and mid-row: head bowed. And if Alfie listened closely and tuned his reiteratively ringing ears enough, he could hear your whispers of prayer and they sounded like bliss.

Alfie approached quietly, noticing how the blue taints to your dress contrasted with your surroundings, and how the shade made your skin appear vibrant and more radiant. He noticed the bracelets encapsulating nimble wrists. He noticed your eyes closed, and lips endlessly muttering promises he couldn’t quite make out.

Eventually, his presence became more apparent as he wasn’t necessarily stealthy with his painful limp and wheezy breathing. You looked up at him, connecting your eyes; entrancing him with the siren-worthy whirlpools that stared back at him. But as quick as the connection was made, it was gone as you quickly returned to your familiar mumblings.

You’d ended your prayer and raised your head, basking in the silence as you stared straight ahead of you. Alfie cleared his throat. “Seat taken, love?” He asked, motioning to the bench space beside you. You looked back at him and smiled gently, shaking your head and offered it him “no, no. Please, sit” and Alfie perched himself gently beside you. “Bit of an odd time to talk to God, no?” He asks, staring ahead; similarly to you to mirror your actions. You snort slightly. “Could say the same thing for you.” And he nods in response, thoughtfully appreciating your correct comment. “Plus I’ve not been for a few months so I thought a few minutes alone wouldn’t really hurt.” You shrug. “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt?” He asked, turning to look at you, figure towering you slightly. You just shook your hair again. “Not at all. The weights off my shoulders so the time must’ve done some good” you say to him. “What brings you in?” You ask. “Business has kept me away. Need some time to rekindle.”

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing needing to confess, anyways?” He asks and you giggle slightly. “Well, I’ve got to explain why I’ve not visited him for a while.” You look upwards. “But my grandfather just passed and I thought now was a better time than any to start revisiting Judaism.” You explain to the man. “Oh, sorry for your loss sweetheart.” Alfie never said that, but he felt a serious pang in his heart at your saddened expression. “No need, he wasn’t a good man. But it was a good reminder.”

“Well if business has kept you away for so long why are you available at two on a Tuesday?” You ponder, cocking your head to the side in an amiable fashion. “Well business isn’t as busy, and I’ve done a lot of bad business recently. Plus my sciatica’s been playing up recently, must be a punishment from beyond.” He jokes and you hun thoughtfully. “You know I have just the remedy for that.” You tell him and he raises a brow. “Oh yeah? And wha’s tha treacle?” “Chocolate hamantaschen cookies, they always do the trick.” You promise.

“Oh,” he stokes his beard, reminiscing, “i haven’t had one of those in years.” He admits. “Where do you suggest I get one?” He enquires as you begin to stand. “Theres a bakery at the corner of this street. Theirs are alright.” You tell him and he smiles slightly. “I’ll give it a go for you.” He swears and you nod. “Well I best be off, those cookies won’t bake themselves.” You say, beginning to walk away when Alfie practically jumps out of his seat. “Your bakery is it, darlin?” He asks, quickly catching up to you to which you giggle and nod. “Well I need to be trying these cookies now then.” “Doesn’t seem like to have to” you turn back to him “seems like your sciatica’s magically disappeared.” You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. He grins and taps his nose, replacing the hat on his head “the lord knows.”

Alfie found himself frequenting your bakery once a fortnight. But he didn’t really string together when once a fortnight became once a week. Or when once a week become once daily. Or even when once daily became twice daily, open and close. Or when he started walking you too and from work: but he did, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Eventually, Alfie had managed to taste every bake before it entered the storefront market, giving you his input as you chuckle and tut, wiping the crumbs from his beard and wipe the strawberry jam that had gone missing ten minutes ago from his lips. He also found salvage in the synagogue - your presence a more convincing one that made him go at least once weekly, always at a random time on a random weekday, but you still bowed your head and prayed. But now something had changed, you now spoke louder as the burly man next to you would simultaneously bow his head and swear just as you would. He'd then ask if any of those cookies were ready yet and would always burn his mouth after taking one straight from the tray and placing it straight in his mouth.

*Ring*

The bell in the storefront chimed and you moved from the back of the bakery to the front to answer your customer, instead you were face to face with three men, pistols in hand: talking quietly in brummie accents. "Can i help you gentleman?" you ask, wiping the flour on your hands onto your piney and resting them on your hips. "well aren't you a pretty thing?" the youngest one quirked with a smirk on his face. you roll you eyes but the apparent leader begins to speak, the red-haired one distracted by the odd bakes available in the glass display case in front of him. "we'd like you to give a message to Alfie Solomons." he tells you and you cross your arms and shake your head as you feigned confusion "doesnt ring a bell, sorry."

the man smiles slightly. "alright sweetheart, tell Alf that he has some business in Birmingham to attend to right away seeing as he isnt in his office, seems like a know where he has been" he instructs. "Tell me yourself Tommy boy." the familiar voice barks out roughly from the doorway and you exhale slightly at his welcome presence. “Excuse me missus?” The red haired once removed his cap and requested your attention. You looked over to him and hummed. “Can I have a box of those ones with orange in the middle? My young’un loves ones like that.” He admits, sheepishly. You smile and nod, telling him to cost and going to box up the goods. Tommy smacks the back of his brother’s head “fucks sake Arthur”.

“How dare you, come to my missus’ business, demanding her to send a message to me? If she wasn’t here I’d have murdered the lot of ya, yeah? So I suggest you take your saggy little shitty business back to Birmingham, yeah? And make sure my wife doesn’t see it again? Hm?” Alfie seethes. “Thought you didn’t know him?” Thomas narrows his eyes at you and you raise your brows in confusion “know who?” You retort. Alfie soon kicks the three brothers out, after a loud and frustrated conversation outside with a few “fuck yous” and some “if my mrs wasn’t watching I’d smash your heads together” but soon enough he’d just about cleared them off.

You quickly hurried outside, and called out for the one Alfie seemed to argue with the most “you forgot your desserts” he hurries back under the intense eyes of Alfie, thanking you with a sincere smile before rushing back to join his brothers walking away. “Oh my darlin’ I’m sorry-” “your wife?” You ask and he smiles widely, relaxing, putting his arms around you and pulling you into his chest

“if you’ll have me my love”

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viesantewrites · 27 days

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𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

(𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Robert Fischer (Inception) x Reader

note: Hey guys, I‘ve rewritten this story a bit and decided to post it on my sideblog. I've changed some of the themes and also that the main character is no longer an OC, but the reader. I think this story is kinda difficult to write, which is why I've rewritten it several times. I love plots like Shutter Island and tried to do something similar here & it‘s also a story about parasocial relationships and unrequited love.

summary: The reader is hopelessly in love with her boss Robert Fischer, but he doesn't seem to be interested in her. By an unexpected coincidence, they meet in the city and his sudden intense affection for her confuses her. The reader begins to suspect that something is wrong, and when she finally uncovers the truth about her encounters with Fischer the heartbreaking reality is revealed to her.

you don‘t have to watch the movie to understand the story.

word count: 5000+

warnings: topics like mental illness, depression

It was just half past seven when she heard the familiar footsteps in the corridor approaching the office next door. A key was inserted into the lock and a moment later the door opened.

Glancing around to make sure her workspace wasn't too messy, she threw an old paper cup into the bin before her boss poked his head through the door.

"Good morning, Miss YN, so busy already?" he asked with a tired smile. "It doesn't reflect well on me as a boss to have my assistant here before me. I'm sorry, Monday mornings are always a bit stressful for me."

"No problem, Mr Fischer. I've already sorted the mail for you, it's on your desk," she said kindly, watching him as he took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, a little damp from the rain.

"Thank you, I can count on you."

He was a very elegant, handsome man, about ten years her senior, with dark hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones and an elegant black suit. She must have stared at him a little too long, because he turned to her with a questioning smile.

Immediately her cheeks flushed and she turned back to her computer screen, but by then Mr Fischer had already approached her and placed some documents on her desk. "Please scan them all and email them to Mr Parker, he's been waiting for them for days," he said to her. It would be best if we sat down together later and quickly discuss my tasks for today, there is a lot to do. If I'm not mistaken, I have a client meeting at three today.

"At two, sir," she corrected him, handing him a planner with today's date thickly underlined.

He started to grin. "You see, this is exactly why I have an assistant."

Fischer disappeared into his office.

She sighed slightly and went to work scanning the documents. She had been working for Fischer Morrow, one of the world's largest energy companies, for barely a month. Their headquarters had moved from Sydney to London after the death of their CEO, Maurice Fischer. Her current boss, Robert Fischer, was a direct descendant.

She liked Fischer Jr a lot. He was friendly, supportive and didn't get angry when things didn't go to plan. But in some ways he always seemed so unapproachable. For example, he never talked about his private life and YN had no idea who he was outside of work. Then again, he was her boss and his private life was none of her business. But deep down she admitted that she was very interested in him.

The days flew by and she finally felt as if she had been employed by Fischer Morrow for an eternity. But who Robert Fischer really was remained a mystery.

One evening, as she was about to leave, she quietly opened the door to Fischer's office. He was sitting in front of his computer, his chin resting on his hands. "Have a nice evening, Mr Fischer." He jumped slightly, obviously not having heard her come in, but then he smiled. "Thank you, you too."

YN looked at her watch. "It's almost half past seven, don't you want to finish your work soon? Don't you have a wife waiting for you?"

Mr Fischer shrugged. "I've been divorced for a few years now, and I only see my daughter at weekends. The only thing waiting for me is an empty, dark apartment."

YN held her breath. It was the first time he had told her anything about his private life. But in the same second, he seemed to regret his words.

"No one waits for me either," she said. "Except for my cat."

Fischer raised an eyebrow with a smile. "At least that's something."

Finally she said goodbye and left the office. But all the way home, she kept thinking about her conversation with Fischer.

Was he perhaps as lonely as she was?

Tired, YN lay in bed. She didn't even have the strength to change her clothes and remove her make up. Although she wanted nothing more than to get out of that itchy, uncomfortable dress and tights. A soft meow sounded beside her and she felt something soft brush against her arm. Smiling, she pulled the cat closer and buried her face in its white fur.

Since leaving her small home village for London, she had no one to talk to. Her old friends had all left her and moved on with their own lives. Robert Fischer was the only one she spoke to regularly, though it was far from a friendship. With the cat in her arms, she turned to the other side. But what if she had feelings for him?

Maybe she should tell him. But wasn't that too much? He was still her boss, after all, and there were probably plenty of women who were interested in him.

She quickly pushed the thought aside and closed her eyes.

Robert Fischer turned curiously when he heard the quick clicking of heels in the corridor. Panting, his assistant opened the door and dropped her bag on the desk.

"Miss YN, are you okay?"

Her hair was messy, her coat hung loosely over her shoulders as if she hadn't had time to put it on properly, and her lipstick was a little smudged.

"I… overslept," she said, panting. "I'm sorry."

Fischer looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "It's okay. But it shouldn't happen again."

"Of course not, sir," she replied immediately.

He quickly disappeared into his office and returned with a thick stack of papers and a folder.

"Would you be so kind as to sort these documents alphabetically for me? They've been on my desk for days and I haven't had a chance to get to them. I know it's not an exciting task."

She nodded and took the heavy pile from his hand. Fischer thanked her and hurried back to his office.

Sighing, she set to work. But with each page, she found her concentration fading and her mind wandering. Her head ached, her eyes burned and she felt incredibly tired. But she tried not to show it, kept working as hard as she could and finally put the sorted file back on Mr Fischer's desk.

Exhausted, she walked back to her office, sat down in her chair and buried her face in her hands. She was shivering and her ears were ringing. Was it because she had forgotten to take her medicine today?

"Miss YN?" she heard her boss' voice.

She turned immediately and forced a smile. "Yes, Mr Fischer?"

"I have an job interview scheduled for ten, would you be so kind as to prepare the conference room for it?"

"Of course, sir."

He stopped halfway and looked at Victoria questioningly. "Are you okay? You look so pale." She nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Everything's fine, Mr Fischer." Fischer looked at her, raised his eyebrows, then handed her the key to the meeting room and disappeared back into his office.

A strange feeling of dizziness spread through her head as she walked down the long corridor leading to the conference rooms.

What was wrong with her today?

When it started to get dark outside, YN finally turned off her computer and reached for her bag. The strange dizziness had improved during the day, leading her to conclude that she simply needed a break from work. Fortunately, it was Friday. She knocked gently on Fischer's door, as she always did before leaving, to wish him a pleasant evening. He was sitting there as usual, his chin resting on his hand, deep in thought. He glanced up briefly and nodded politely, noticing her in the doorway. He looked stunningly handsome today, even after this long and exhausting day.

"I didn't ask you how the job interviews went this morning," she asked curiously. Fischer shook his head. "Terribly," he said. "None of these people I'd want in my company." His voice was cold and dismissive, and for a moment she thought he was referring to her, even though she knew he meant someone else. She smiled awkwardly and shrugged slightly. "Well, maybe the next one will be better."

Fischer remained silent.

"Have a good weekend, Mr Fischer."

"You too, Miss YN." He gave her a friendly smile.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend? I know a good restaurant, would you like to join me?" The moment she realised what she had just said, she bit her lip, her face turning red. Had she completely lost her mind? She desperately hoped he hadn't heard what she'd asked, but it was too late. She could see Fischer raise his eyebrows in confusion and stare at her.

"No, Miss YN. I'm not interested. I keep my work and personal life strictly separate." She immediately looked down, embarrassed. Thoughts raced through her mind like a rollercoaster and her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. "I'm sorry, Mr Fischer, I shouldn't have asked you that." She finally grabbed her bag and left the office without another word, feeling Fischer's gaze on her back.

It was drizzling lightly as she walked through the busy streets of London. The cold air did her good and she felt her head clear a little.

Why had she done this? It had been clear from the start that a man like him would reject her. But the words had come out of her mouth as if she had completely lost control. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and quickly wiped it away. She didn't want to have a mental breakdown in public, even though it felt like Fischer had torn her heart into a thousand pieces. Suddenly the strange dizziness returned and her vision blurred slightly. The sounds of London became muffled, as if she were incredibly far away.

"Miss YN, wait!" she suddenly heard a voice behind her that seemed to be getting closer.

She turned around. The dizziness had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Startled, her eyes widened as she saw the person in front of her - it was Mr Fischer. What was he doing here? Had he followed her? She tried to speak, but all she could manage was a hoarse stutter.

"I wanted to apologize, Miss YN. It wasn't very nice of me to brush you off like that," he said with a gentle laugh. His voice sounded strangely different, softer than usual. Wordless and spellbound, she stared into the pair of light blue eyes before her, apologetic and gentle in their expression. She knew Mr Fischer had blue eyes, but she'd never noticed how incredibly bright they looked in his face.

"It's okay, don't worry," she managed to say, her knees shaking with excitement.

"No, no, Miss YN. I'll think about the dinner offer, okay? Just because we work together doesn't mean we can't have dinner together, does it?" Fischer suggested, and she nodded slowly, then smiled.

Why this sudden change of heart?

"Well, see you soon." He waved goodbye and YN, still completely confused, raised her hand in response. But before she could form another thought, he had disappeared into the crowd.

Carefully, YN pressed the shutter on her old camera, focusing the lens on the small lake in front of her. Satisfied, she lowered it. She was confident that this snapshot would turn out well. This park was a place she often visited to clear her head and pursue her passion, photography, as it offered many beautiful subjects. Especially now, in autumn, when the trees were covered with colourful leaves and the silence was slowly descending, with only the occasional pedestrian passing by.

Her dizziness had eased a little, but not completely. Fortunately, it was Saturday and she had the whole day to herself. YN sat down on a bench under a tree that looked to be at least a hundred years old.

She sat there for a while, lost in thought. Eventually she got up and made her way to the West End. The streets of London were noisy and busy as she walked, looking for a warm place in a café and something to eat. Crowds of people rushed past her, music played from somewhere and loud voices filled the air. Exhausted, she rubbed her temples. Maybe she should have stayed home and rested.

Suddenly she held her breath as she spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Dark hair, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Fischer. But before she could think, he had already noticed her and started to smile at her.

"Miss YN, how nice to see you! What a coincidence!"

It was the first time she had seen him in his casual clothes rather than one of his business suits. But this was no less elegant and stylish. He was wearing a well-fitting black coat, a grey knitted jumper underneath and black trousers. It was so strange to see him outside his office at Fischer Morrow Company. Suddenly he didn't seem so unapproachable and distant anymore.

"What are you doing here?" she asked curiously.

He paused for a moment. He seemed to be considering whether or not to tell her.

"I brought my little girl to her friend's house for a sleepover. She's been asking me for weeks because her mum won't let her."

"So you're a cool dad," YN replied.

Fischer rolled his eyes. "I'm the one who lets her get away with everything. We had to turn back twice because she realised she had forgotten her favourite stuffed animal and then her toothbrush."

She laughed softly. In a strange way, she enjoyed him talking so openly about his life.

"Oh wow, that looks amazing. It's quite old, isn't it?" Mr Fischer pointed to the camera around her neck. "From the 1960s. But it takes incredibly good pictures for that time," she explained. Fischer seemed genuinely impressed. "Do you have more like it?"

"I have quite a few. From the 50s to the 80s, actually, and of course some modern digital cameras. Photography has been my passion since I was a child," she explained. Fischer looked at her with an interested smile. "So there's actually film in there that needs to be developed?" she nodded in confirmation. "Some photo shops still offer that service, yes."

Mr Fischer seemed genuinely interested in her hobby, asking her questions about it as they walked side by side through the streets of London. She felt incredibly comfortable in his presence and hoped he wouldn't leave so soon. Finally he pointed to the camera again. "Would you take a picture of me, please? I'd like a 60's style photo of myself." YN's heart began to race in her chest. What had he just said?

"Of course, Mr Fischer," she replied nervously. "Robert. My name is Robert," he replied. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, completely surprised. No one at Fischer Morrow Ltd called him by his first name, and outside the company she had only heard his uncle, Peter Browning, call him Robert.

"Let's find a nice spot for the photo," he said, letting his gaze wander until it settled on a beautiful fountain.

Carefully, she picked up the camera, took a few steps back and held it directly in front of Robert's face. "Smile, please," she instructed him, finally pressing the shutter.

A pedestrian who had just passed them looked at YN with a confused expression and shook his head. Frowning, she looked after him before carefully tucking the camera into her handbag.

Are you hungry?" asked Robert. "We could go to a restaurant."

Surprised, she looked at him. "I don't know…" she said hesitantly, chewing her lower lip. In fact, she had never expected to be asked such a question.

He looked at her with raised eyebrows and she could see the disappointment in his eyes. Finally, she worked up the courage to say what was on her mind.

"It's just… To be honest, you told me yesterday that you were someone who kept your work and personal life strictly separate. Maybe it would be better if we did. After all, I'm your employee."

As much as she wanted to spend time with him, she was afraid of developing any more feelings for him. Robert nodded slowly and shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

"I really like you. I just never wanted to show it, that's why I was so reserved with you and told you I wasn't interested in you".

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as a ton of thoughts went through her head. Robert finally nodded at her with a slightly disappointed look on his face and turned on his heel.

"Wait!" she called after him.

He stopped immediately and looked at her hopefully.

"Let's give it a try, shall we?"

YN… is that a French name?"

Robert's voice sounded slightly tipsy as he grinned curiously at her, twirling his wine glass casually in his hands. The plate in front of him was empty and he had now carefully placed the cutlery on it, waiting for a waitress to take it away.

He had taken her to a rather fancy and expensive place, the walls were dark wood panelling, the chairs were covered in red velvet and soft jazz music was playing on one of the radios. Robert looked hauntingly beautiful that night. His skin seemed incredibly soft and flawless, his jawline even more prominent, and his blue eyes shone almost ghostly in the dim light, almost like he wasn’t real…

She smiled, nodded and took a sip from her glass. "My father is French. I grew up in France but moved to England when I was 15."

He nodded with interest, rubbing his chin with his forefinger.

"And you? I heard you're Australian," she asked curiously.

Robert laughed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Well, my accent makes it obvious."

YN blushed and looked down at her plate. What a stupid question.

But Robert didn't seem to mind too much, because he started talking about his life in Sydney, how he had finally moved to London after his father's death, and she listened with interest.

But suddenly he stopped and looked at her thoughtfully. "But I'm probably just boring you."

YN immediately shook her head. "No, you're not," she told him. "I find it really interesting to find out all this about you."

At that moment a waitress came to their table with a smile and asked YN in a friendly tone if she had enjoyed her meal. But the waitress paid no attention to Robert, YN noticed with surprise. Perhaps she was just being extra polite to the lady.

YN's date pulled out a black leather purse and rummaged through it. Quickly, she pulled a few notes out of the bag and handed them to the waitress. "Keep the change," she said.

The waitress looked at her with wide eyes, "Thank you, ma'am," she said gratefully, "have a nice evening.

Then she turned and left the table.

"You didn't have to do that," Robert said. "As a gentleman, it's actually my job to pay."

She shook her head in amusement. "I bet that's never happened to you before, has it?"

Robert shook his head and took the last drink from his glass. There was a moment of silence between them.

"All right. So what's the plan for the rest of the evening?"

She looked at him in surprise. As soon as he said the words, she felt a tingle in her stomach.

The church clock struck twelve as she crossed the street hand in hand with Robert. It was freezing, and she had pulled her scarf so far up her face that only her eyes and nose were visible. Her date looked at her with amusement. "Are you going to rob a bank?" he asked, laughing out loud.

"Shh!" she snapped at him, putting her fingers to his lips. "You'll wake up the whole neighbourhood."

Although it was quite dark and she could only make out Robert, she knew that his typical mischievous grin was back on his face. She pulled him firmly behind her until they reached the small white building.

"Is this where you live?" Robert asked.

She put her finger to his lips for a second time until Robert stopped talking and looked silently into her eyes. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she finally stood on her toes, put her arms around his neck and placed her lips on his. Robert returned the kiss without hesitation and gently pulled her into his arms. YN could hardly believe what was happening. It was everything she had secretly wanted for months. They remained like this for a moment before she finally let go of him and reached for her key.

She felt for Robert's upper arm and finally pulled him into her apartment, closing the door behind him. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and began to kiss him again. His lips were a little cold and tasted of wine. Together they stumbled backwards into her bedroom, taking off his coat, which she tossed carelessly to the floor.

Robert's fingers stroked carefully along her hip and fumbled a little with her belt while she was busy planting little kisses on his neck. With slightly trembling hands she pulled his jumper over his head and Robert took her hand.

"Are you nervous?" he wanted to know. She remained silent.

"Don't be," he whispered softly into her ear, taking her in his arms again and pulling her onto the bed. Breathing softly, she clung to his chest, leaned back and finally closed her eyes as she felt his warm skin against hers.

The sun shone through the half-open curtains, creating a narrow, bright streak across the floor. Blinking, she opened her eyes and stretched. But immediately a sharp pain shot through her head again and she held her forehead tiredly. Confused, she sat up and tried to remember what had happened yesterday.

But when she heard soft breathing next to her, she turned quickly and all the events of last night came back to her. Smiling, she looked over at Robert, snuggled up next to her in her beige blanket, sleeping peacefully. Tenderly stroking his messy hair, she lay down beside him again and then began to caress his chest. Perhaps what they had done was wrong. After all, they were two people who should never have fallen in love. But it had happened, and it felt so right. They remained in this position for some time, Robert asleep and YN lost in thought.

Her eyes swept through the bedroom until they settled on a small white box on her dresser. Quickly sitting up, she reached for it and put a small pill into her mouth. Eventually, Robert began to move a little beside her, opening his eyes tiredly. Smiling broadly, she gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning," Robert murmured in a raspy morning voice.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

"Yes, wonderfully." He yawned loudly and took her into his arms as she laid her head lovingly on his shoulder.

"Wait, what time is it?" he suddenly wanted to know.

"Quarter past ten, why do you ask?" she replied.

"Shit," Robert muttered as he let go of the hug, jumped out of the bed and started to pick up his clothes, which were strewn all over the floor.

"Wait, wait, where are you going?" she asked, looking at him in confusion.

"I should've picked up my daughter by now," he replied, hurrying to get dressed.

Sighing, she pulled the blanket around her a little tighter. "Can't it wait? Can't you stay for breakfast?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm sure she's already waiting for me.“ Robert dodged her questions, grabbing his coat on the floor and sighing when he saw her disappointed look.

He walked slowly towards her, stroking her chin with his finger, and finally whispered: "We can catch up later." Then he put a soft kiss on her lips before turning around and disappearing through the door. She sank back into the pillows and pulled the blanket over her head.

The rest of Sunday flew by. Mostly because her mind was on Robert and she could hardly wait to see him again tomorrow at work. She had probably never looked forward to a Monday in her life as much as she did that day.

The next morning, YN carefully applied her lipstick and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She noticed that the collar of her white blouse was a little crooked and quickly adjusted it. She wanted to look her best for Robert today, so he wouldn't change his mind and lose interest in her.

Humming softly, she put on her black high heels and grabbed her handbag. She quickly put another pill into her mouth and put the box in her bag. Her headache was completely gone and her head finally felt clear and light again. In a good mood, she breathed in the fresh morning air and made her way to work.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked down the familiar corridor of Fischer Morrow. The lights were on in Robert's office. She ran a final hand through her hair, smoothed her blouse and opened the door to her own office.

The air was stuffy and hot. Coughing, she ran to the window and opened it.

"Good morning, Miss YN, I hope you had a nice weekend," a familiar voice sounded from behind her.

Startled, she turned to see Robert's face as he stuck his head through the door, as he always did.

Why didn't he call her by her first name? Confused, she stared at him, trying to form a clear sentence. "But… But… we spent it together…" her voice finally broke. Her head suddenly hurt again.

He seemed so different again. Not the Robert she had spent the weekend with, not the one who had apologised for being too rude to her, not the one who had made her laugh and told her about his life. He seemed more like the one she had worked with for months, the one who never revealed anything about himself.

"Miss YN? I haven't seen you since Friday, when you left my office after… asking me that question."

Her heart almost stopped. Suddenly her knees gave way and she sank to the floor.

"Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Concerned, he bent down to her. "Do you want to go home and rest?"

She nodded slightly and wiped a tear from her eye, which had turned her fingers black from the carefully applied mascara. Then she got up and left the office.

At home, she lay motionless on her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't think straight and her throat felt incredibly dry. The door to her room, which was only ajar, opened gently and something small and white slipped through. Sniffling, she stretched out her arms and lifted her cat onto the bed.

Everything that had happened that weekend had been fake. She had made it all up. And all of this happened because she had forgotten to take the pills she was taking for her delusions. Robert hadn't really followed her on Friday evening; it was all a figment of her imagination. While his real self was still sitting in the office, probably not thinking about her at all. Everything suddenly made sense: why Robert looked a bit different, why his voice sounded different, the waitress who ignored him on Saturday because she couldn’t actually see him, the pedestrian who gave her a confused look because she was talking to herself while taking the photo.

The photo.

She immediately got up, put on her shoes and walked to the photo shop where she had left the film to be developed. Her heart raced as the staff handed her the envelope with the photos. Trembling, she finally grabbed the Saturday night photo, without looking at it herself, and held it up to the staff's face. "What do you see?" she asked.

The young man looked at her in confusion, but remained polite. "The fountain at Piccadilly Circus. Great picture, it turned out really nice."

"Anything else?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," he replied, and it felt like a slap in her face. Fischer had never been there with her. Only her lonely and sad mind had led her to believe that he was interested in her and loved her. Tears welled in her eyes and she left the shop without another word. When she got home, she immediately took the white box of pills from her handbag, rushed into the kitchen, opened the box and poured the pills into the bin.

Crying and with burning eyes, she finally lay down on her bed and buried her head in the pillow as her cat purred softly beside her. She must have stayed like that for hours, as the sun began to set again outside her window. When she finally lifted her head and wiped the tears from her face, she saw a dark-haired man sitting beside her bed, looking at her lovingly with his pale blue eyes. A smile suddenly appeared on her face and she began to laugh, pulling the man into a tight embrace.

some explanations because i know that story is kinda mind-fucking:

• Is Robert Fischer all a creation of the readers mind?

- No he actually exists, he’s her boss and she‘s in love with him, so she imagines dating him.

• When is he real, when is he fake?

- - The Robert Fischer in the office is real, he turns her down when she asks him out, leaving YN heartbroken. The moment she leaves the office, she starts to imagine what it would be like if he apologised to her, so the man who follows her is just her imagination. The real Robert Fischer is still in his office at Fischer-Morrow.

When she visits the city on Saturday and meets "Robert" and goes on a date with him, it's also just her imagination. That's why other people react to her with confusion, because she's basically talking to herself all the time. On Sunday morning, when she wakes up next to him, he's still fake. When she takes her pills, he quickly "disappears" (he says he has to pick up his daughter...) because they stop her delusions.

On Monday morning, when she gets back to her office, the real Robert Fischer is there again, who hadn't seen her since he had rejected her on Friday evening.

When she gets home, she throws away her pills and her delusions begin again. The man who sat next to her on the bed and comforted her is again the imaginary version of Robert.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian #robert fischer x reader #robert fisch x yn #cillian x y/n #cillian masterlist #cillian x fem!reader #inception #inception fanfiction #Oppenheimer #tommy shelby

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v1olentdelights · 9 months

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A Shelby Tradgedy

Thomas Shelby x reader

a/n: just a short blurb that I sent a long while back to a friend. I don't really write for Peaky Blinders, but I thought this was fitting. This is a one time piece! I will not be writing for anymore peaky blinders

tw: yelling, gaslighting :)

Summary: You knew the feeling of heartbreak all too well (literally that short kitchen scene in the 10 minute all too well by T.S.)

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It had been a grand celebration at the Garrison seeing as the Blinders had closed a deal with a previous rival gang. Things had been going well with almost everything. Tommy had been coming back

"Why are enough moping around y/n, we just closed a deal!" Tommy exclaimed, though it wasn't happy

"Because you wouldn't even stand next to me, you didn't look at me Thomas! What am I supposed to think?!" You felt like it was stupid but you were hurt.

"Oh don't go moping about eh? Like I said, celebration. I don't have to stand by your side. Why does it matter?" His voice was harsh.

It mattered because he had been looking at the barmaid.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE MY HUSBAND! YOU DONT GO ABOUT KISSING EVERY GIRL YOU SEE!"

"I DIDNT KISS ANYONE Y/N!" He took a step closer, you take a retreating one feeling the tears well in your eyes.

"Don't make me feel crazy Thomas. Don't do that. DONT DO IT! THAT IS NOT FAIR!" turning to lean on the sink you let yourself hurt.

"Stop making it about you. You are acting so selfish right now." His tone angry and dismissive.

"God, why did I ever love a man like you?" You scoffed about to make your way to a spare room. He grabbed your wrist keeping you there.

"Hey, hey, y/n." his voice softer "I'm sorry y/n, I don't want to fight about this. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." He says as he holds you to his chest.

Wiping your tears you chuckled. "I'm sorry Tommy, I didn't mean it." But deep down you know you did.

#grace writes #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby angst #thomas shelby x yn #peaky blinders blurb #thomas shelby blurb

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average-vibe · 2 months

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I’m Mr Loverman (and i miss my lover, man.)

Pair: Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

Summary: A song fic based off of ‘Mr Loverman’ by Ricky Montgomery

Genre: Angst

TW: Alcohol, stalkerish behavior, language.

AN: Hi! I realized this song would make a good fic, so here we are! I did 0 research prior to writing this, so if i misinterpret anything, please lmk and i will fix it!

I’m headed straight for the floor,

the alcohol served it’s tour.

Wilbur sat, mindlessly staring into the floor, tears rolling down his face. A week, it had been, since you had decided you’d had enough of being left on read, being ignored, and being replaced by alcohol and music. He hated himself for it. He glanced over to the empty wine and Vodka bottles that were sitting on the opposite side of the room. He shut his eyes, just wanting to go back to sleep, and dream. He knew that you were there, in his dreams, comforting him and hugging him. Making him feel alive again.

And it’s heading straight for my skin,

Leaving me daft, and dim.

Ever since he was little, Wilbur had found himself scratching his skin often, as a nervous habit. Not because he was itchy, but simply because it got rid of his nerves. Now, as a older, more mature adult, he scratches his skin, more as a coping mechanism. That, along with the alcohol, left his eyes bloodshot and his body swollen.

I’ve got this shake in my legs,

Shaking the thoughts from my head.

Wilbur sat on a barstool at the old pub he usually went to, some friend inviting him. It’s not like he wanted to be there, but hey, at least he had a distraction from his vibrating leg, always bouncing up and down, courtesy of his growing depression and anxiety. When he was home alone, all he could think about was that moment where you yelled, shouted at him, told him to get out and go.

But who put these waves in the door?

I crack and out, I pour.

The alcohol had gotten to him after a few weeks, making him hallucinogenic, seeing things that he shouldn’t have seen. Zigzags, lines, everything was blurry. He couldn’t see straight. He saw you, smiling as you did. When he woke up from the lucid dreams and nightmares, he would cry, scream at himself for not being there for you more, all while nursing a hangover.

I’m Mr Loverman,

And I miss my lover, man.

I’m Mr Loverman,

Oh, and I miss my lover.

He would go to clubs, pubs, anywhere that had a seat, people, and a drink. He would eventually gain the confidence to vent to his family, friends, anyone who would listen. How he longed for you, he’d do anything for you. He was in love with someone who didn’t even know he ever did love them.

The ways in which you talk to me,

Have me wishin I were gone.

One day, he found you, at some party, dressed in your favorite dress, your hair curled and styled, heels clicking across the floor. When he first saw you, he wanted to hide, run, wherever he could go, he wanted to be. But unfortunately, you saw him, waving him over with a smile. Hey! Wilbur!, you’d call, with a toothy smile that sent his heart leaping. Although you didn’t mean for it to hurt him, he spent that night crying, thinking about how perfect, how beautiful you were, and how he left you.

The ways in which you say my name,

Have me running on and on.

You two had exchanged numbers that night, promising to remain friends, no matter how bad it hurt Wilbur. You’d text him, Hi! He’d respond, almost heartbrokenly, Hey. You’d meet up for coffee to talk about life, how everything was going. Everytime you’d say his name, his heart would skip 3 beats. All of a sudden, the feeling he got when everything started came right back to him, hitting him hard.

Oh, I’m cramping up,

I’m cramping, up.

His heart, it’s physically hurt. Not because he was in pain, but because you hit him so hard, so unexpectedly. Your smile, your eyes. Everything about you made him hurt more and more. He knew it was wrong, he knew it was against what he wanted to do, but he couldn’t help himself.

But you’re cracking up,

You’re cracking, up.

He didn’t realize it, but he started to flinch whenever you would laugh at one of his mates jokes, a twinge of jealousy running through his system. He cursed himself for it. Why were you laughing, while he was right there, eyebrows furrowed in emotional pain. He wanted to yell, to shout, to scream at you for not noticing how angry he was. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the depression he was fighting, maybe it was just how he felt. Whatever it was, it made him relentlessly angry.

I’m Mr Loverman.

And I miss my lover, man.

He didn’t so much miss you, anymore. He just missed the love, the way you loved him. He wasn’t so much infatuated with you anymore, more so what you did. Your looks didn’t draw him in, it was the way you treated him, as if he wasn’t some douche who dumped you for alcohol and his own relief.

I’m shattered now, I’m pouring out,

Upon this linoleum ground.

There he was again, crying on the floor, wanting it all to be over. Please, let it be over. He wanted to drown in the thought of you smiling and saying yes, accepting his offer to be in a relationship again. Instead, you had shook your head, saying that you’d already seen someone. That sent him spiraling, drowning in alcohol, head swimming through various memories.

I’m reeling in, my brain again,

Before it can get back to you.

He wouldn’t tell anyone what he thought, fearful that you’d back away, thinking he was so strange for thinking the things he did. No one knew that when he said he was “Busy”, he was really sat in bed, stress taking over his body.

Oh, what am I supposed to do?

Without you.

He was lost, a goner. No one heard of him for a while, texts going into read, never a response. It was pathetic, really, how depressed he was because of you. He didn’t know what to do with himself, or how to do anything anymore. It had cut too deep, it was the last straw. He couldn’t do it, he was lost.

I’m Mr Loverman,

And I miss my lover, man.

4 months later, he finally got his life together. He moved into a easier living situation, far away from wherever you were. He got a easy job, slowly getting promoted and making more money. He became successful. He was well-known, celebrated.

But there was always a little part of him, begging for some form of a reminder of who you were.

He missed his past lover, even though she didn’t even remember him.

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AN: THIS TOOK 3 DAYS BRO!!! AND IT STILL SUCKS!!!!

anyways have a good day :)

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Manic Monday

Did I need to start something new? No. Did I? Yes. Will there be more? Surely. At some point. (I get super annoyed by the manic Monday song when it comes on the radio, but it was the only good follow up I could think of to Quiet Sunday.) (Cause I liked this modern Shelby family bunches, but I feel like their life wouldn’t be without chaos after such a good day.)

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Word Count: 1282

“Tom.” Your whisper was the only noise in the darkness, but a few minutes ago you’d been pulled from sleep by a commotion down stairs.

How Tommy hadn’t been woken up by the noise coming from somewhere off in the house was a mystery. You were usually the heavy sleeper, but Charlie was still off galavanting with Finn.

Hadn’t answered the phone. Hadn’t messaged.

Which meant you had spent most of the night staring at the ceiling before sleep finally took over.

You sighed, shaking him again, words coming out in a quick hiss, “Tommy, wake up.”

He took a deep breath as he turned to face you, blue eyes reading the worried expression on your face quickly, even in the lack of light.

“What’s going on, love?”

“Just something loud downstairs.”

He was out of bed in an instant, gun drawn from the bedside table and out the door before you could say much else.

You lay there for a few minutes before you heard a scuffle. Peeking out the bedroom door you saw quite the sight.

Charlie and Finn seemed equally pissed, wobbling as Tommy tried to support Charlie with help (or lack of) from his brother.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Finn!”

You pulled the robe around you tighter, a light jog over to take his place, bare feet padding across the wooden floor, to actually assist your husband.

Finn looked away, leaning against the bannister as the three of you made your way down the hall to Charlie’s room.

His blonde hair fell in his face as he tried to avoid Tommy’s gaze, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.

“Feel like shit already, eh?”

“Dad,” Charlie groaned, that being the last you heard out of him before you made your way back to the landing.

“Downstairs.” You passed by him, not bothering to wait to make sure he listened, he knew better than to not follow, “Now.”

He grumbled, but followed behind you, knowing he was in for a good reaming.

“I can’t believe you,” he took the stairs two at a time to keep up with you as you stood in the entryway, fishing the pack of Marlboro lights out of your coat pocket, “it would be different if it was the first time, Finn—“

“C’mon, Y/N, he’s not a kid anymore—“

“Yes, Finn, he is!” You lit the cigarette, glancing up at the full moon and taking a long drag before toeing open the front door, “I know that your life, and the things you’ve all seen, was a lot different growing up, but he is fifteen!”

He looked away, slumping against the wall with a huff, arms crossed.

“Charlie is a good kid!”

“Finn!” Tommy’s voice bellowed down the stairs, preceding his presence (now dressed in more than just his underwear), and interrupted your tirade before you could continue.

You stayed in the door frame, blowing the smoke outside as Tommy rounded the corner. Anger taking the form of heat rising in your neck as you tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself.

“Was he into the fucking coke?”

Finn started to shake his head, glancing sideways at you before looking back at Tommy. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, words still a bit slurred, “I went off for a little bit. I think he’s just tanked.”

Tommy locked eyes with you, and unfortunately you mimicked Finn’s shrug as he huffed his way back up the stairs.

“He is a good kid,” you continued, discarding the cigarette but out into the gravel drive and lighting another before glancing up at the clock, hands pointed at 3:45, and running a hand through your hair, “and he has set himself up on a good path in school, his extracurriculars are all in order, and not that we need it but he is looking at one hell of a scholarship if he can keep his grades where they are. I know it’s summer,” you sighed, “but I can’t keep having you bring my boy—“

He scoffed, “That’s part of the fucking problem, Y/N! He’s a Shelby! He’s not your boy!”

His voice came out in a roar that immediately had you taken aback, heart trembling and sinking into your stomach before you caught his gaze.

Blinking twice, you took a deep, shuddering, breath, “Go the fuck upstairs and go to bed, Finn.”

“Y/N—“

“No. Don’t you dare try to fucking apologize to me now.”

Tears stung in the corner of your eyes as you brushed past him, smoke rolling along with you as you made your way through the hall and down into the kitchen.

The coffee maker hissed to life as you leaned on your elbows in front of it, swiping tears from under your eyes every 30 seconds or so.

He’s not your boy.

The words rang in your ears painfully as you heard approaching footsteps.

“Staying up?”

You sighed, turning and leaning against the counter, eyes roaming the white tiles all up the walls as you continued viscously chewing the inside of your lip and Tommy assed your state.

You had thought about finding the bag of crisps when you went down there, but by the time the words actually sank in, you realized nothing sounded good anymore.

“Yeah, I figured,” you sniffled, turning away to pull two cups out of the cupboards, “I have a lot to catch up on, I need to find vendors and source donations for that benefit, the women’s shelter—“

“Love, what happened?”

Your shoulders relaxed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, featherlight kisses pressed into the crook of your neck.

Sometimes you hated that he knew what made you tick.

A long sigh passed between your lips, weighing your words before you spoke.

“Hm?” He prodded, rocking you both back and forth as you shrugged.

“Just another reminder of—“ that I’m not able to hold a candle to your dead wife? No, there was no good that was going to come from the rest of that sentence. Instead, you shook your head, stopping the sentence, pouring coffee in both of the cups, “I know I’m not Charlie’s mother—“

“Who said?”

“Tommy,” you shrugged him off of you, turning to face him, safe and close in the space between him and the counter, “I just, for once, wish what goes on in our household could stay in our little bubble.”

He tried to search your face for the answer to his question as you relinquished one of the mugs to him. You knew you probably weren’t making sense.

“Finn, reminded me, when I was giving him hell, that Charlie isn’t my boy.” You nodded.

“He’s just pissed out of his mind, hurling his guts into the bowl in the hall bathroom right now.”

“Like that’s an excuse.” You shot back, heading to leave the kitchen as he reached for you again.

“No,” you shook your head, picking the still burning cigarette off the tea saucer you’d grabbed from the sink, “you’re not going to manage to fuck your way out of that one. I know I’m not a Shelby by blood, but god damn Tommy, you always manage to explain away their shit and I’m getting sick of it.”

You shook your head, letting the cigarette hang from your mouth like he would usually do while he worked.

“We even had a good day today, too.”

You heard the whispered “fuck” as you meandered your way through the house, slamming the heavy wooden door to your office behind you.

The only person you felt bad that it might have woken woken up was Frances. Bless her.

She needed a raise for putting up with all of you.

#tommy shelby x yn #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #modern thomas shelby #modern!tommy #modern!tommy shelby #modern day au

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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The One Where They’re Up All Night | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written for @emilyhufflepufftlk ‘s 300 Follower Celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Between a five month old baby and a husband that's constantly working, (Y/N) can't remember the last time that she got a decent night's sleep. So she's thrilled when Tommy offers to help her one night. Although that night might not go as she planned it to.

Warnings: langauge, smoking, sexual situations (PG-13 rated)

Word Count: 4684

A/N: this one got a little chaotic...but it’s a good chaotic, I think. Congrats on 300 followers @emilyhufflepufftlk !! Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: IMPORTANT — so as the warning says, there is some sexual content in this, but I’ve tried to write it so that it’s not an explicit smut piece (I don’t feel comfortable doing so). I’ve rated it PG-13 because I was kind of going off of what those types of scenes in movies like The Great Gatsby and Twilight’s Breaking Dawn Part 1 have shown (both are PG-13). So I guess what I’m saying is that although this isn’t actual explicit smut, it’s kind of obvious what’s going on (the warning says it clearly)....please interact with it accordingly. Also let me know what your thoughts on that were too; like if you think that I’ve rated it properly. Thanks! :)

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The sounds of splashing water and a baby's laughter echoed out of the en-suite bathroom and down the hallway. It was what coaxed Tommy Shelby away from his work and out of his office.

"Need some help there, love?" he asked as he leaned up against the doorframe of the master bathroom, an amused look on his face.

(Y/N) turned her head away from the five month old baby that she was trying to bathe to send her husband a deadpanned look. She shook her head with a sigh when her gaze only made Tommy chuckle. "Did you hear my struggles from your office?" she questioned him as she turned back to the baby in order to make an attempt at washing his head.

"As a matter of fact I did," Tommy responded as he pushed himself off of the doorframe to come over to her side. He rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows as he kneeled down next to her. "It sounded like he was having a good time though," he commented, making her scoff out a laugh before she tipped her head back in defeat.

"Bath time isn't meant to be this strenuous," she groaned, "I thought I'd have it down by now."

"Ease up on yourself, (Y/N). Nobody really knows what they're doing with their first kid. I mean, look at John...fucker's got what, five of 'em now and he still barely knows what's goin' on," he tried to calm her down, a smile forming on his face as he watched the corners of her mouth tug upwards. "Now tell me how I can help you here. I'm not very good at the bathing part, but I'm sure I can hold him steady so he's not squirming away from you."

"Holding him would be a big help, Tommy. Thank you," she smiled over at him appreciatively. She never wanted to be the wife that was nagging him to get out of his office and help with his child, especially when he was in the midst of some big changes within the company that he was the head of. But at the same time, she wished that he was around to spend more mundane and normal moments with his family.

"Alright, little man. Let's try not to get daddy too wet, eh?" he tried to reason with the five month old, who only sent him a toothless smile in response. "Let mummy bathe ya so that we can get changed into some warm clothes."

The process certainly went much quicker with an extra set of hands on the job, and soon enough, Tommy was lifting little Oliver Shelby up out of the bath and into the air. "Bring him over here so that he can get dried off, Tommy. I don't want him catching a cold," (Y/N) gently scolded her husband for holding the baby out in the cold air for too long. The baby, though, seemed to be enjoying looking at himself in the mirror. It also didn't help that Tommy was making funny faces behind him.

"Alright, lad, let's get you warm," he said, then making airplane noises as he brought Oliver over to where (Y/N) was waiting with a towel. He then handed the baby off to his wife, who bundled him up quickly before carrying him into their adjoined bedroom.

"His sleeper is on the dresser. A nappy should be there too," she instructed him and he went off, grabbing the needed things before bringing them back to her. Oli was soon dressed and ready to go to sleep for the night. "I'm gonna stay in here and feed him and then hopefully get him to sleep. You're more than welcome to go back to work," she told Tommy as she lifted the baby in her arms so that she could move to sit up against the headboard of the bed.

"Ok. I won't be in there long," he told her leaning over to kiss both of their foreheads then, "good night, Oliver," he said in a soft voice before he stepped back and went to the door of the bedroom. (Y/N) smiled as he walked out of the room before focusing on getting the baby to eat.

He had finished eating rather quickly, and it seemed like he was still wide awake. (Y/N) knew that if she put him in his crib now, he'd just start screaming his head off. So she stood up from the bed and walked down the hallway with the baby in her arms. Luckily the door to Tommy's office was cracked slightly, so she was able to nudge it open with her foot. Tommy glanced up from his papers, his eyebrows furrowing at his wife's unexpected arrival.

"Something wrong, love?" he asked, noticing that she had the baby in her arms.

"No. He's just not tired yet so I didn't want to put him down. I figured if he's content in my arms I'd just bring him with me," she told him as she moved to sit down on the couch that was positioned across from the crackling fireplace. This was normally how she spent her evenings when Tommy was busy with his work. She'd unwind from the day while sitting in his presence. Something about it calmed her immensely. So she figured that it'd have the same effect on Oliver too. "You don't mind us sitting here, do you?" she asked, glancing over at Tommy once she had Oliver positioned comfortably in her arms.

"Not at all," he smiled over at her before dropping his focus back to the ledger that was in front of him. (Y/N) let out a deep breath and relaxed further into the couch, tipping her head back against the cushion as she closed her eyes. She could feel Oliver's steady breathing as she held him close to her chest and its rhythm made her even more relaxed.

Tommy found himself glancing up at his wife and son more often than he was paying attention to his work. He didn't mind it though. Seeing them sitting peacefully across the room brought a great amount of peace over him. "I'm I distracting you?" (Y/N) asked him some time later, a slight smile on her face.

"No, love," he lied to her, chuckling slightly when she cocked an eyebrow in his direction. She didn't call him on it though, this was the kind of lie that she didn't mind hearing.

"I think he's starting to nod off now. I'm gonna go and try to rock him," (Y/N) informed Tommy then as she slowly stood from the couch in hopes that she wouldn't jostle the baby that was cradled in her arms.

"I should be done here soon," Tommy told her as she spun to face him before exiting the room. He was in the process of lighting a cigarette now, since he'd sworn off smoking them whenever the baby was in the room.

"Ok. Take your time. I'll hopefully be in the bedroom by the time you're finished," she informed him and he nodded before she exited his office and went to the nursery. "Alright, Oli, let's get you to sleep, yeah?" she spoke softly to the baby as she sat down on the wooden rocking chair. Oliver cooed to her softly before he let out a big yawn that made her laugh. "You do seem tired alright," she continued talking to him, even though she knew he wouldn't answer her. She grabbed the small blanket that was draped over the back of the chair and covered him with it before she started rocking the both of them gently.

She'd only been in there a few minutes before the door to the nursery opened to show Tommy. He glanced over at (Y/N) before he shut the door behind him carefully so that he wouldn't startle the baby. "What're you doing, Tommy? Did you finish your work already?" she asked him, not expecting him to be done so early.

"I'm done with it for the night. I wanted to come help you," he told her as he approached the rocking chair quietly, "how 'bout you give me him and go try to get some sleep," he suggested, and if she didn't have a baby laying on her chest, she would have jumped out of the rocking chair the second she heard his words. Even though Oliver was five months old now, he had yet to get into a normal sleep routine, which meant that one of his parents had to be getting up at the odd hours of the night to settle him. Most times, that parent was (Y/N).

"Thank you, Tommy," she sent him an appreciative smile as she slowly stood from the chair. She then gave him the blanket, which he draped over his shoulder, before she carefully passed Oliver into his arms. "Thank you so much," she praised him again, more than ready to go get some sleep.

"Don't be thanking me, love. He's my son too," Tommy brushed her words of gratitude off, smiling down at her then. She only smiled at him before she stretched up to kiss his lips quickly as one last sign of her thanks. Tommy chuckled as they broke apart so that he could move over and carefully sit down in the rocking chair. Oliver stirred in his arms as he moved to get comfortable, and Tommy was quick to shush him and start rocking slowly. "You going to bed, (Y/N)?" he asked his wife, who had been standing a few feet away from him with a wide smile on her face for a few moments now.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I am," she nodded, feeling a bit bashful that she'd been caught staring. There was just something about seeing her husband with a baby in his arms that made her emotional. She was unable to stop her heart from swelling and the butterflies from going crazy as she stood and watched him.

"(Y/N)..." Tommy called out again, snapping her back from her dream world for a second time.

"Ok. I'm really going now. Sorry," she rushed to apologize and Tommy chuckled at her as she finally moved over to the door. She stopped to look back at the heavenly sight once she got to it though.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," Tommy waved for her to keep on going, noticing that she was stuck again.

"Goodnight, Tommy," she responded, her cheeks heating up as she finally moved to leave the nursery for their master bedroom.

Some time later, Tommy was opening the door to his bedroom. He was surprised to see (Y/N) sitting up on her side of the bed. "What are you still doing up?" he asked her with furrowed brows as he went about unbuttoning his dress shirt. "I thought you'd be coming in here to sleep."

(Y/N) stood from the bed and walked over to him slowly. She had tried hard to get to sleep, but there was just something about seeing him in the nursery that had gotten her going. She and Tommy hadn't really been intimate with each other since Oliver was born five months ago. It was either because things kept getting in the way, or because (Y/N) was too tired to do anything of the sort after she was finished caring for their newborn. But now, even though she should have been tired, she wasn't. Now she wanted to be with him in the way that she'd been needing for a while now. "I'm not tired, Tommy," she told him, flashing her best 'bedroom eyes' as she came over to him and helped with finishing unbuttoning his shirt.

"What do you suggest we do then, love?" Tommy questioned as a grin formed on his face. He was certainly picking up his wife's non-verbal cues at the moment, and there was no way that he was going to shut it down.

"It's been five months, you know..." she trailed off, a smirk on her lips as she pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, making it fall by their feet. "Five months is a long time," she continued, her fingers going to the waistband of his trousers so that she could grab his cotton undershirt and start to hoist it up over his head. He allowed her to do so and she took it off with ease, dropping it alongside his other discarded clothing.

"It is a long time, indeed," he agreed with her, taking her cheeks into his hands and bringing her lips to his before she could do anything more. She gasped at the sudden kiss but returned it with fervor, showing him how much she needed him at the moment.

"Take my nightgown off, Tommy," she panted against his lips as she separated herself from him just enough so that he'd understand what she said. He nodded, his forehead brushing against hers as he hastily dropped his hands to the hem of the short nightdress she was wearing so that he could bring it up her body. She raised her hands and let it come over her head, her hands then dropping to his chest as their lips met once more.

"So. Fucking. Beautiful," Tommy breathed against her lips, accentuating each word that he said with a kiss before he trailed his lips down the skin of her jaw and to her collarbone. "You're so fucking beautiful, (Y/N)," he repeated his praises as he stepped back, his eyes casting over her bare frame. She wanted to shrink into herself, afraid that her body wouldn't be as delightful to look at after she'd given birth to their son, but Tommy didn’t care at all. If anything, seeing her like this only spurred him on more.

(Y/N) was just starting to work on the buttons of his trousers as he nudged her to begin walking over to their bed, making her giggle as he started pressing a slurry of kisses to her neck and upper chest. He kicked his pants off as they fell onto the bed while exuding a mixture of laughter and heavy breathing. Tommy propped himself up with his hands so that his weight was off of (Y/N) as he pulled away to look at her.

"You're sure?" he checked with her before they continued any further. Sure, she'd initiated their heated exchange, but he still wanted to double check and make sure that she still felt comfortable.

"Never been so sure in my life," (Y/N) smiled up at him, hooking her legs around his waist to pull him down closer to her as her hands grabbed hold of his cheeks. "I need you right now, Tommy," she breathed against his lips before she kissed him passionately.

That was all Tommy needed to move into overdrive, their kisses becoming sloppy as they ridded themselves of the final articles of clothing before he got himself where they both needed him to be. Blissful sighs escaped both of their lips at the feeling of being truly connected now after going so long without it.

And everything was going well until Oliver's cries started ringing out loudly. "Tommy," (Y/N) breathed, trying so hard to pull his head out of the crook of her neck. Caught up in the heat of the moment, he must've not heard their child crying, but being a mother, she certainly did. "Tommy, it's Oliver..." she panted.

"He'll go back to sleep," he mumbled into the skin of her neck before he continued nipping at it, a great amount of pleasure coursing through him at the moment

As much as she wanted to believe it, (Y/N) knew for a fact that that wouldn't be the case. "Tommy he won't. His screams'll just get louder," she told him, making him still and let out a long sigh into the skin of her collarbone before he finally raised his head to look at her. "If you let me, I'll go get him," she told him, just needing him to move from on top of her.

"No, love," he sighed, slowly moving himself off of her before he reached down to grab his underwear. "I'll go get him," he told her once his bottom half was covered.

"Thank you," she said as she rolled onto her side. She truly wanted to cry at the moment. She couldn't begin to explain how much him going to calm down their baby meant to her.

"You don't move, alright?" he told her, his eyebrows raised, "I'm coming right back to finish what we started once I get him back to sleep," he assured her, the grin on his face making her giggle.

"Ok, Tommy," she smiled at him as he leaned down to kiss her lips. One kiss turned into two, that turned into several before (Y/N) was placing her hands on his cheeks so that she could physically break away from him, "the baby, Thomas," she gently reminded him as she pulled back to look at him once more.

"I'll be back," he told her, leaning in to kiss her lips one last time regardless of how much she tried to fight him, "just needed one more before I went. I might be in there a while," he told her, making her giggle and bite on her index finger as she watched him go to exit the room.

And it turned out that he was in there for a while. Ten minutes had turned into twenty, and soon enough, (Y/N) was rolling out of the bed so that she could go check on him. She grabbed her underwear and slid them on over her legs before she picked up the first article of clothing that she could, which happened to be his cotton undershirt. So she pulled that on over her torso before she exited the bedroom to go down the hall to the nursery. She could hear Tommy's soft words before she was able to see him, and when she got to the doorway, she saw her husband holding their son in his arms, bouncing him softly as he looked out the large window that the room had. Oliver's cries had died down, but it was obvious that he was still fussing and fighting sleep.

"Lookit, there's your mumma now," Tommy said softly as he turned to notice (Y/N) standing in the doorway.

"Is there something wrong with him, Tommy?" (Y/N) questioned, concern slipping into her voice as she stepped into the room.

"I'm not sure, love. He's really fighting going back to sleep though," Tommy responded as she stopped in front of him. Her first instinct was to reach out and touch the child's forehead, and she gasped at the result that she found.

"He feels like he's burning up, Tommy," she said, a great amount of worry now present in her voice as her mind immediately went to the worst case scenario.

"He didn't feel that warm when I first checked him," Tommy stated with furrowed eyebrows as he checked his son's forehead again, indeed feeling that he was rather warm.

"Oh goodness, he's sick isn't he, Tommy?" (Y/N) started to panic, all of the pleasant emotions that were still present in her body now being overrun by ones of worry.

"Calm down, love. I don't think it's anything bad," he assured her, holding Oliver off of his chest slightly so he could take a better look at him, "it could just be because he was resting against my chest and he took in some of my body heat," he tried to think of a reason behind his son's rise in temperature.

(Y/N) listened to her husband's words and tried to calm herself down, looking over at the baby then, who was still fussing while he had his hand shoved into his mouth. He looked to be clenching down on it too. Then something popped into her mind, "I think he might be teething, Tommy," she told him, remembering the hand-chewing being one of the tell-tale signs that Ada had told her about when they were talking about her experiences with Karl. The brief feeling of calmness inside of her was quickly replaced by more panic seconds later. "Oh fuck…I've forgotten what Ada told me about what we should do. I have no clue what to do for him!" she started freaking out, her eyes widening slightly as she looked over at her baby, who was clearly feeling uncomfortable.

"Relax, (Y/N). This is gonna be a lot harder if you're freaking out too," Tommy took to calming down his wife first before he started to rack his brain in hopes that he'd come up with a solution. "Alright, listen, we can try to call Pol, ok? I'm not sure if she'll be up this late, but she should know what to do, so it's worth a try," he did what he does best and came up with a plan. (Y/N) nodded along with him before they just kind of stared at each other. "Go call Polly, (Y/N)," he explicitly told her then, nodding his head to the door of the nursery.

"You go call her," (Y/N) contested his decision.

"Why?"

"Because he's my baby and I can't leave him," she quickly told him before she opened her arms, "give him to me and go call your aunt," she told him the new plan and he nodded with a sigh before handing the fussing baby over to her. He knew that she wasn't going to let him win this one. "It's gonna be ok, Oli. Daddy's gonna phone auntie Polly and get this all fixed," she cooed to the baby, who didn't seem to care one bit as he continued gumming at his hand.

They both walked down to the front sitting room, where (Y/N) sat with Oliver in her arms and Tommy moved to grab the phone before he brought it over to sit next to (Y/N). He then asked the operator for Polly's address and was quickly given it. To his luck, she picked up after not long. "Pol? Hey, I'm sorry for calling so late, but it's urgent. No, everyone's fine..."

"Everyone's not fine," (Y/N) hissed at him as he sighed and started rubbing at his temples.

"We think that Oli's started teething and (Y/N) forgot what Ada told her to do. Do you have anything that might help us?" he asked, listening as Polly gave him a list of things that might soothe the baby's aching gums. "Ok, thanks, Pol," he expressed his gratitude before hanging up the phone and standing from the couch.

"What did she say, Tom?" (Y/N) eagerly asked as she watched him walk to the archway.

"I'm going to get a cold, damp rag for him. She said that it might help," he informed her before he left the room for the kitchen. Moments later, he came back and sat down next to (Y/N). "She said that letting him chew on this might help soothe his gums," he said as he let the baby begin chewing on it. His fussing decreased slightly, but it didn't stop, and within minutes, he was spitting the now warm rag out of his mouth.

"Take him, Tommy. I'm going to go get his pacifier," (Y/N) informed him before she handed the baby over and stood from the couch. She then made a mad dash up the steps, eager to grab the thing that might quell her son's pains.

She sat down next to Tommy and Oliver and tried to give him the pacifier, both parents letting out a sigh of relief as he helped to quiet him down. But just when they thought that they'd managed to solve the crisis, Oliver spit the pacifier out of his mouth and started crying again. "Shit, Tommy, I don't know what to do," (Y/N) sighed, tears welling up in her eyes at the sight of her baby crying. It also didn't help that it was getting pretty late and she hadn't had one lick of sleep yet.

"Calm down, (Y/N). Just go wet the rag again. We're gonna keep trying until he's calm enough to go back to sleep," Tommy told her, taking charge on this like he often did with problems in the business. (Y/N) nodded and wiped her eyes before she stood from the couch and went to wet the rag once more.

Nothing seemed to be working, and when the clock struck five in the morning, Oliver was still crying. (Y/N)'s feet were getting tired from her constant running to wet the rags they'd been using to try and soothe the baby's discomfort. She wanted nothing more than to curl up next to Tommy and fall asleep, but she couldn't do that until Oliver was calm again.

"Let me try something," Tommy said then after (Y/N) finished picking up the spit out pacifier from the floor for the umpteenth time. "Come here, Oli," he said then as he hoisted the baby up higher into his arms so that the little one’s head was essentially resting in the crook of his armpit. "You want my hand, eh?" he asked the baby, offering it up to him and smiling as he immediately took it. He then allowed Oliver to take his index finger into his mouth and start clenching his gums on it. "He's cutting a tooth, alright. I can feel one starting to pop up on the bottom here," he informed (Y/N), who was sitting at watching him in admiration. She was so happy that he'd chosen to step up on this one because she felt like she was a wreck.

"That's good to hear. Hopefully the doctor will have some medicine to help with the pain of it," she nodded her head and breathed out a sigh of relief now that the baby was fully calmed down.

"How about you get some sleep now?" Tommy suggested to (Y/N) after he watched Oliver's eyes slowly shut, his mouth still wrapped around Tommy's index finger.

"Sleep? Tommy the sun's starting to come up," (Y/N) responded, motioning to the window, where she could easily see dawn breaking from behind the curtains. She’d cut her losses at that point.

“Well c’mere at least then,” he said, opening his arm that wasn’t holding Oliver out to her. At this point, he’d switched his finger out for the rubber pacifier and the sleeping baby hadn’t figured out the difference. (Y/N) smiled and jumped at his offer, moving over so that she could finally curl herself into Tommy’s side. “This wasn’t how I pictured our night going,” he commented once she was resting comfortably against his side.

“Oh there’ll be plenty of time for that, Tommy. We don’t get many moments like this with Oli when he’s this little though,” (Y/N) reminded, glancing up at him then.

“I suppose you’re right,” he agreed with her, a small smile on his face as he leaned over to kiss her lips. She smiled into the kiss, stealing one more from him before she tucked her head into his shoulder once more. “Try to take a nap, love,” he whispered to her, wrapping his arm around her so that he could pull her closer to him and keep her safe. (Y/N) listened to his suggestion and let her eyes flutter shut, deciding that getting some sleep wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Some hours later when the head maid named Mary went looking for the members of the Shelby family, she found all three of them still sleeping on the same couch. She didn’t dare wake them though. Instead, she decided to let them be, allowing them to catch up on some much needed sleep after the night that they had.

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pherelesytsia · 2 years

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Hi! Would you do a request for Tommy Shelby x Reader where they haven’t met before but readers daughter (single mom) and Charlie are friends at like kindergarten (Lizzie and Ruby don’t happen) and one day Charlie gets lost at the fair and reader finds him and stays with him until they find Tom and when they do he asks her over for dinner in the pretense of “a play date for the kids” and then the dinner is cute with both kids getting the adults to play hide and seek or something?

Hey,I had so much joy creating these stories✨ I hope you found the stories enjoyable and do not mind that I' ve turned your request into a serialised story, but there will be more parts in the future❤️

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shelbydelrey · 1 year

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Ultraviolence Album Prompts for my 400 Followers Celebration

To help ya'll with your requests i took some lines from Lana's music that you can use it as prompts! Feel free to add an scenario or an specific scene that you like me to write about.

In case you're lost here's the POST with the celebration rules.

Shades of Cool

"And when he calls, he calls for me and not for you

He lives for love, he loves his drugs, he loves his baby too"

"He prays for love, he prays for peace, and maybe someone new"

Sad Girl

"Being a mistress on the side

It might not appeal to fools like you"

"Watch what you say to me

Careful who you're talking to"

Pretty When You Cry

"Am I the girl that you dream of?"

Fucked My Way Up To The Top

"I'm a dragon, you're a whore" (ok, this line doesn't make any sense but i love it so here we go)

#400 followers #prompts #writing prompts #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x fem! reader #tommy shelby x fem reader #tommy shelby x black reader #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x yn #tommy shelby x y/n #lana del rey #lana del rey lyrics #lana del rey ultraviolence #ultraviolence

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cheekypeakyblinder · 1 year

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

That evening John had picked Franny up in the family car and taken her to the Garrison. The whole pub was singing. And it was strangely amusing. They sat down at the small front of the Garrison. Which was always reserved for the Shelby family. And they all drank beer.

The boys played cards while Franny talked to the new barmaid Grace. Grace had excused herself when she got a look from Thomas. And Franny her smile turned into a sly smirk. But look Thomas shut her off and she just lit a cigarette and sipped her beer. When Grace opened the door the singing was even louder. 'Jesus Christ Tommy, what the hell made you let them sing?' John asked chuckling and chewing on a small piece of wood. 'They sound like they're strangling cats out there.' Franny added laughing and leaning against John.

Thomas was laughing at them. 'All right 20 is the play. Come on.' Arthur said bringing the attention back to the game. 'And what made you change your mind, Tommy?' Arthur asked quite curious. Thomas was looking at Grace while she closed the door and the singing died down.' It's about time, Tommy.' John said with an even bigger grin.

'Time for what?' He asked. 'The time you took yourself a woman.' John said to him. 'Just play the bloody hands.' Tommy said while picking up his cards. And Franny and John exchanged a smirk. 'You stay the way you are, Tommy. Remember what Dad used to say.' Arthur said. 'Fast woman and slow horses will ruin your life.' Both Arthur and John almost sang. To which Franny looked confused and almost hurt.

When suddenly lights were approaching in front of the Garrison. 'Coppers.' John said. 'no.' Thomas said he exchanged a look with Franny. Who nodded and she jumped up and through the door. Which left John and Arthur confused. The doors went open and the singing went down. Franny was switching dresses with Grace. Leaving her in the more waitressy look then her own corset dress.

'Go home Grace. It's going to end nasty.' Franny said pulling her hair pin down making her hair fall on her shoulders. Grace didn't want to go. 'If you want to live and work here a bit longer you go home now.' Franny demanded. She pushed Grace almost out of the door and she walked back up to the bar of the Garrison. Where a few men with guns had walked in. All the sounds had died down.

'Holy shit it's Billy Kimber.' Harry the owner of the Garrison said. Franny stood next to him. 'We need to get everyone home.' Franny said softly. He looked down to the smaller Franny and was confused for a second but he knew Thomas played games sometimes. Billy Kimber entered the Garrison. He looked just as awful as Franny could remember. He was small and his mustache was not making him look any younger.

'Is there any man here named Shelby?' Kimber asked. No one answered. So Billy Kimber pulled his gun and shot up (thankfully) 'I said is there any man named Shelby?' he asked again. Everyone had ducked down from the sounds of gun. When the door of the side room opened. And Thomas walked out. Fastly followed by Arthur and John. 'Harry, get these men a drink. Everyone else go home!' Thomas demanded.

Everyone quickly went outside leaving just the men of Kimber, the Shelby men and Harry and Franny. They put a table in the middle making Kimber sit down on one side and the Shelby's on the other side. Franny came put with a bottle of whiskey and glasses and poured everyone some. 'Kimber sat down on one side and his advisor on the other side. When Franny reached them Thomas, John and Arthur saw Kimber look and before he could stretch out a hand John was already ready to throw a fit. But Thomas spoke up. 'Fran, that's enough thank you.'

'All right Mr. Shelby.' She politely said and she quickly left to the bar. 'I've never approved of women in pubs, but when they look like that...' Kimber spoke up. Thomas quickly changed the subject before everyone would be fighting. 'You said you wanted men called Shelby.' Thomas said while lighting a cigarette. 'You got three of them.'

'Well I'd never heard of ya, Then I did hear of ya. Some little Diddicoy razor gang. I thought to myself, 'So, What?'' Kimber started. 'But then you fuck me over. So now you have my undivided attention.' He said changing faces through John to Arthur to Thomas. 'By the way which one am I talking to? Who's the boss?' He said pointing to all three of them.

They were silent for a second and Arthur looked up towards him. 'Well I'm the oldest.' He just said. 'Clearly.' Kimber said with a laugh. 'Are you laughing at my brother?' John then fastly cut in. Fran looked up from the bar seeing John looking down from his hat. If looks could kill Kimber would have been dead a hundred times. Kimber was shifting in his seat before saying something. 'Right.' Kimber then said.

'He's the oldest.' He said pointing to Arthur. 'You're the thickest.' He said pointing to John. 'I'm told the boss is called Tommy and I'm guessing that's you, because you've been looking me up and down like I'm a fucking tart.' Kimber said looking now directly at Thomas. Who was sitting there looking at Kimber. Just holding his cigarette not losing eye contact. 'I want to know what you want.' Thomas then said.

Suddenly the man next to Kimber spoke up. 'There were suspicious betting patterns at Kempton Park. A horse called Monaghan Boy.' he said. 'He won by a length twice and then finished last, with three thousand pounds bet on him.' He concluded himself. 'Which one am I talking to.' Thomas then said looking at Kimber and then at the other man. 'Which one of you is the boss?' 'I am Mr. Kimber's adviser and accountant.' He explained. But Kimber is a hothead so he cut right back in. 'And I'm the fucking boss.' He said while standing up trying to intimidate Thomas. 'Okay, right, end of parley.

'You fixed a race without my permission.' He stopped raging for a second before calling them 'Fucking Gypsy scum.'

'What, live of the war pensions of these poor Garrison Lane widows!' 'That's your level. I am Billy Kimber, I run the races!' he said, Kimber was almost as red as a strawberry. 'And you fixed one of them so I'm going to have you shot against a post.' He said before turning around and wanting to walk out of the Garrison. But Thomas stood up.

'Mr. Kimber wait.' he wanted to walk after him. But Kimber's pit bulls directly raised their guns at him. Thomas then threw Kimber something. And Kimber catched it and looked at it. 'That is my name in it. It's from the Lee family. You are also at war with the Lees, Mr. Kimber, am I right?' He said looking at Kimber. Kimber was walking a few paces back to the table holding on to the thing in his hands. Which Franny later learned was a bullet engraved with Thomas his name.

'The Lees are attacking your bookies and taking your money. Your men can't control them. You need help. ' Thomas was repping up. 'Perhaps we should listen to what Mr. Shelby has to say.' The advisor spoke up. 'Before we make our decisions.' 'Right. The Lees are doing a lot of talking at the fairs. They have a lot of kin. They're saying the race tracks are easy meat, because the police are busy with strikes. Now, we have connections. We know how they operate.' Thomas explained.

'You have muscle. Together we can beat them. Divided, maybe not.' Thomas concluded his speech. Leaving Kimber with nothing to say waiting on his adviser to speak.' Mr. Kimber, perhaps we should take some time for reflection, possibly make arrangements for a second meeting.' The advisor said.

'I admire you, Mr. Kimber.' Thomas said they had not broken off eye contact. Which was impressive to Franny. 'You started with nothing, and built a legitimate business. It would be an honor to work with you, Mr. Kimber.' Thomas said. Kimber was looking down on Thomas. Then to his brothers before speaking.

'Nobody works with me. People work for me.' Kimber then took a coin out of his pocket and threw it onto the floor in front of Thomas. 'Pick it up Pikey' He just said. The three boys did not move. But then Thomas went through his knees to get the piece of money John stood up directly to protect Thomas. But Thomas threw his hand towards John.

'Sit down.' And John did. Thomas picked up the coin Kimber looked at him. 'That's for your ceiling.' he said before turning towards the door. 'Thank you, Mr. Kimber.' Thomas said. His advisor stood up and walked over to Thomas. 'We will be at Cheltenham.'

'As will I.' Thomas said the advisor nodded to Thomas before leaving the pub. The two pit bulls of bodyguards walked after them leaving the pub. Thomas walked after them closing the door. He walked back to the table. Where both John and Arthur still sat drinking down a glass of Whiskey. Franny walked over and took a glass herself.

'So you picked a fight with the Lees on purpose. Tommy, we can't mess with Billy Fucking Kimber.' Arthur said to Thomas putting his glass back on the table. He threw Franny the coin Kimber threw at him. 'Get yourself a decent haircut, man. We're going to the races.' Thomas said with a grin. Arthur was still not completely over it. But both John and Franny were over the moon they loved the betting's but they loved the races even more.

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