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1. Begin Again

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3. Sunburn (1999 ofc)

4. Shutter Island

5. A Walk to Remember

6. The Usual Suspects

7. Now You See Me

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Thor: Ragnarok

You Don’t Mess With The Zohan

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Shutter Island

Kiki’s Delivery Service

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IF THIS AIN’T ME

"sorry English is not my first language" I say. As if I make any sense in my first language

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

What a fine specimen of a man. King shit💅🏻

It’s going to be an emotional day, I see...

“It wasn’t just Thomas Shelby against the world, it was them against the world. His brother, his lover, and himself.” 😭😭😭

Oh god, I need to lay down for a bit... This is just an absolute ✨masterpiece✨

"KINDRED",6 - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Plot(s), Tommy & Reader being bitches

Summary: You're a reconverted ex war-nurse and join forces with Thomas Shelby to cut the head of the Fascist serpent, Oswald Mosley.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: This is the end of the Serie guys... The next part is the epilogue. II Gina's family is totally OC & It's Tommy POV.

*Masterlist*

❰ ​Previous Chapter

“I dreamt about a black cat,” Tommy went to sit down next to you, he was so close to you that your shoulders were touching, to his greatest pleasure.

After Polly left him, he stayed in his office for what seemed to be hours. It was his thirst for whiskey that hurried him to leave the room, and after he wandered in Small Heath’s streets & pubs, he conceded to do what he wanted to do since Pol left his office, see Y/N.

She was now in front of him, intently looking into his blue iris while remaining silent, a sign that she was waiting for him to continue.

“Thought it was Michael,” he raised a brow, “You told me it was Gina.” He pointed to her with his hand that was holding his cup of whiskey.

“Now Polly resigned.” He scoffed to himself. He couldn’t believe it was true that she left the company. And the worst part was that she was leaving to be on his enemy's side, Michael’s.

“Resigned?” Y/N raised her brows, quite surprised by the revelation.

Tommy didn’t answer, too occupied looking at the void in front of him. The woman didn’t know the Shelby family for quite long, but they seemed close. It was hard for her to understand the actual situation, and it’s in her head that she was making the additions to fill in the blanks in Thomas’s speech.

“She joined with Michael?” She concluded fast enough to catch Tommy desperately looking at her. It wasn’t simple to read his face, but she was used to him now, and their intimacy made it easier for her to see that Tommy was truly hurt by the event.

Y/N was seated on her knees, turned toward the Peaky head with one elbow at the top of the sofa and her chin in her palm. Her free hand was fidgeting with the tassels of her dress.

It was what Tommy firstly saw when she got out of the car ten minutes ago.

They arrived at her manor at the same time, both of their vehicles facing the other. Tommy got one hand onto his gun that was in his shoulder holster under his suit and Y/N was holding a rifle she kept on the passenger seat.

It was only when they turned off the headlights and that their stare connected that their bodies relaxed, the tension being replaced by the desire to possess the other.

Once out of the car, Tom couldn’t look at anything else other than the dress the Y/E/C eyed woman was wearing, it was a form-hugging grey satin one that reached her knees with a split on one of her legs, revealing some more skin.

At each of her actions, the tassels would move to accompany her figure, which mesmerized Tommy who forgot the reason for his coming.

She lifted her hand to Tom’s arm, squeezing it gently to reassure him. She didn’t want to use words as she knew he didn’t admit to himself that he was hurt. Y/N remained silent a little more before an idea crossed her mind.

“There is going to be a meeting, Tommy. A last one.”

He exhaled deeply and lifted his stare to her, intrigued by the confidence in the woman’s voice. She knew what he was thinking and nodded to him, “A family meeting. I will take the lead. I know exactly where to hit.” Her fingers slide to Tom’s hand as she was brushing the tip of her fingers on his skin.

The blue-eyed man wasn’t saying anything, but unlike any other time, he wasn’t deep in thought, this time, he was trying to read Y/N’s face. He knew she was ready for anything and ready to do everything, but the question remaining was, what?

What did she have in mind this time?

“Did you free Gina?” Tom suddenly asks, with everything that was happening he almost forgot that Y/N abducted his cousin’s wife to get rid of the couple after they treated Tommy’s status in the company.

She shook her head, “I did not do such a thing,” she raised her eyebrows with excitement, “Do you want to know our plan?” She shifted position, straightening back on her knees with both her hands on her thighs.

Tommy knew her, when she was this excited it didn’t presage anything good, and by the fire burning behind her iris, he knew he was right. “Please.” He agreed.

“Michael Gray, Polly Gray, Mr Rice & me, in the family meeting.” A faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips, distracting him a minute from what she just said.

“Mr Rice?” He squinted his eyes, frowning.

“Gina’s father.” The woman began as she poured some liquor into her cup, “He is here, in Birmingham, I’ve met with him today actually.” She sipped on her drink as if everything she was saying was normal.

But the more she was speaking and the more Tom’s brain got filled with questions, and when he was about to open his mouth, Y/N spoke again, well aware that Tommy didn’t understand.

“Remember when I told you that Gina was working with her uncle? Well, her father used to work with his own brother when younger, but he settled down when he met God. So I just twisted his mind into thinking his brother is using his daughter to get to him and... boom. We got another ally.”

“How come you know so much about her family?”

“It’s called socializing, Thomas, you should try it from time to time. When you use the money to get information, I use my pretty eyes.” She winked at him.

He snickered at her remark, did she just criticize his way of dealing with things? No. She proved more than once her benevolence towards Tommy and his business. “So, why do you want my enemies in a family meeting?” The man emphasized the last words to highlight how absurd Y/N’s idea seemed.

“To show ‘em our hand, we got all the cards right there, Tom.” She opened the man’s hand and patted at his palm with her index.

It was still quite peculiar for him to admit that Y/N handled difficult situations ridiculously well, and even more, to admit that she was indeed helping him.

Tommy wasn’t the type to let people get into his business because he was the only one to know how things needed to be handled, but since he met her, she hadn’t done one thing wrong.

She always had the right answers to threats, she always made the right moves, and even if he wouldn’t fully admit it to himself, he wanted to trust her. Even if he was well aware that she wasn’t telling him everything. He respected that, only because her resilience to fight for his business and himself was genuine.

Maybe Polly got it right the other night at the Garrison, he might be loving her.

“What do you say?” The woman’s voice got him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?”

She chuckled and shifted her position to be closer to him when realizing he wasn’t even listening to her, “Why that serious face?” she asked as the tips of her fingers encountered Tom’s cheek tenderly.

The man didn’t move a bit, paralyzed by the thousands of sparkles running down his spine. He wasn’t used to her being that soft with him, and at the same time, he never wanted to get used to this, from the way her lips were stretched into a smile to the sweet gleam animating her eyes.

“You went out tonight?” He dismissed her previous question. She didn’t need to know that even when being with her he was still thinking about her.

The thing between them was still as fresh as spring wind and he was so used to seeing her being all strategic and untamed, that seeing her smiling and giggling with him ignited something in him.

“It's a women’s night,” She leaned toward him and pecked his lips before getting up. His fingers that were drawing circles on her thigh slid to her hand and she squeezed it before pulling on it, “the night’s still young. Come ‘ere, Sergeant Major.” She mentioned to him as starting to move her hips.

Tommy’s eyes weren’t leaving her figure, he didn't even blink, too afraid she would vanish. Seeing that she was inviting him to join her, he gave her a faint smile.

(...)

Y/N pushed the Garrison’s door and entered, followed by Tommy. The sound of her high heels caught the attention of the people already inside, heads turned to the lovers as they both puffed on their cigs, ignoring the fact they were late.

“Good morning everyone, I’m happy you could all make it. We know there are disagreements between some of you, but business comes first, right?” Y/N took the lead, positioning herself in front of everybody.

In the room we could see Polly, sitting at the same table as her son Michael who kept an empty chair next to him, probably expecting his wife to join the meeting. Arthur was next to the counter, pouring himself some whiskey. Ada was seated by herself, arms crossed, she already looked pissed off for some reason, but when did she not look like that?

To finish, Mr Rice was alone at a table at the back of the room, as if he didn’t want to mix with the people present at this meeting.

The smiles and sweetness that was present on Tommy and Y/N's faces last night was long gone as both of them wore an emotionless cold face now. They stood side by side, but not too close to avoid suspicion about the nature of their relationship.

“Mr Rice, may I introduce you to my partner, Mr Thomas Shelby, OBE.” She waved her hand to the man standing right next to her.

“Michael, this is Gina’s father, but I bet you already met him, didn’t you?” We could sense provocation in her tone, but Michael was too concentrated on wondering why Gina’s father was there to notice it.

“Polly, we informally met each other two nights prior to this day. Nice to meet you officially.” She threw a smirk to Polly before pouring some whiskey into two cups, giving one to Tommy as she sipped on hers.

The man ignored the stares of his family and drank his drink. They discussed strategies before the meeting and he was sure she knew what she was doing, if everything happened as Y/N predicted, he wouldn’t even have to open his mouth this morning.

“Why are we here?” Polly was the one to ask the question that everybody had in mind.

“To inform you about the restructure of the Shelby Company Limited.” The librarian snapped back outrightly. She didn’t miss the face Michael made and the way his chest raised, it wouldn’t last long before opening his mouth, she could tell, and she counted on that.

“According to what I heard, Americans don't want to deal with the Peaky Blinders, so we’re giving them the Bridgehead Corporation instead.”

It was the first time Tommy heard mentioning the name of her own organisation and his side-eye look showed how deep she piqued his interest.

“I got people back in New York that reached to your contacts, Michael, offering them to directly deal with the opium dealer themselves rather than having to have you as the intermediary.” She didn’t even look to the Gray man, despising him for trying to outdo Tommy.

“Mr Rice here,” She spiritedly pointed at the man sitting at the back of the room “...is one of my associates in America, he is here to testify that they will directly link the Chinese to your contacts if you don’t back down your stupid caprice, Michael.”

Tommy’s cousin was looking at the woman with a clenched jaw, and she knew he wouldn’t be able to retort anything because he wasn’t even the brain of his plan, it was his wife, and she wasn’t there.

She smacked her lips, “But we both know that fucking Americans don’t want to deal with Chinese, right, they don’t want to have to talk to them & do all the real job. They want their money fast without dirtying their hands so they can strut around with their big bellies and cigars.” She continued, meeting Polly’s black stare, but she didn’t give in.

She wasn’t scared of any member of this family, she was there to have Tommy’s back which meant she wouldn’t back down. If they wanted to concentrate on the evil things he’s done and be blind to the fact that all he did was for his family to prosper, then she would be the only one standing by his side.

Polly’ eyes reached Tommy’s, breaking eye contact with Y/N. The Shelby's head wasn’t even looking at the crowd, he was looking before him, listening closely to what the Y/H/C haired woman was saying.

“I’m high-society in England, my name’s on the War records. I've worked hand in hand with Emmeline Pankhurst, which make people talk about me even when I’m not there. Add to this that now, I too deal with the Chinese in the name of the Peaky Blinders. If I approach your contacts, Mr Gray, do you think they will refuse me?” She was speaking with a very calm voice, no anger nor pride and no glance thrown his way, she was too occupied lightening up another cigarette.

“Who the fuck are you?” He ultimately let out, to Y/N's greatest pleasure.

“Who the fuck am I? Say the one losing 2$ million in fucking stock market but still think he can lead this company.” She chuckles to herself, and Arthur can only snort at her arrogance.

A freezing silence settled in the room.

“How’s Gina, Michael?” She finally looked at him with a vicious smile, “Oh yeah, you cannot properly take care of her either.” She let out solemnly.

Another silence settled as Polly was once again intently looking at the woman.

She knew from the start she wasn’t a simple “librarian” as Tommy portrayed her, but this was too much of a scene for a high-society person. She was there when Mosley spoke at the Arrow House during the ballet and it was nothing like what just happened.

There was something more about this that she couldn’t quite get.

“Now if you would excuse us, we got a fucking fascist to kill.” She let out before putting one of her hands in her suit’s pocket as she grabbed the bottle of whiskey with her other hands after sticking her cigarette in between her lips.

Tommy watched her leave the room and raised his brows out of surprise, she was something… He couldn’t say otherwise. It was now sure that Michael wouldn’t try something against him, after that speech, he himself never wanted to be an enemy to Y/N.

(...)

*Bingley Hall, 6th*

“What did you mean: damage from the inside?"

“I have a strategy,” Tommy started to pace up and down, overflowed by the number of thoughts in his mind as well as adrenaline filling his veins.

“You always have a strategy,” Jessie Eden continues wiping the dirt off her face in front of the mirror.

“But it’s dangerous, and it can’t be shared without sharing the danger. ” He opened his arms to mimic how dangerous it was while turning to her figure.

“What’s going to happen?” She turned to face him as the Shelby's head began his race again.

He stops right in front of her without breaking eye contact, his head held high, “I’m gonna do a good thing.” He waved his hand as if he was acting. He thought it was funny to put “I” and “doing a good thing” in the same sentence, “When I do a good thing, innocent people get hurt. So go home.” He looked straight at her. “After this evening, we can meet, discuss strategies.” He pointed to the door with his hand that was holding his cap, “That beast… out there he just a beast. He’s like a horse. It’s the rider that decides which direction it takes.” Tommy wasn’t even talking to Eden at this point, it was himself he tried to cheer up.

He was already putting back his hat on as joining the door when she asked, “And who will be the rider?”

“Just go home.”

He opened the door and left, leaving her aghast while staring at the door shutting. She could only fill the blanks in Tommy’s speech by herself. It was him, who would be the rider.

(...)

“Full?”

“To the fucking brim.” McCavern’s strong accent reached his boss’ ears like the most satisfying sound.

He was arranging his collar in front of a glass, concentrating, “Trouble?”

“So far, a few communists. Bowlers helped our boys clear them away.”

“A few hecklers are a good thing. We can demonstrate how we deal with opposition.” Mosley’s voice was calm, not an ounce of nervosity nor anxiety or apprehension in his voice. He was confident, even his usual arrogance could be heard in his tone.

“There’s a rumour a gang of Jews are coming up from Digbeth. No sign of them yet.” The Irish man was watching things laying on the tables as if truly interested in knowing what they were. He behaved as if it was routine for him to stand by the side of a fascist who was about to tell thousands of people it was a minority being the source of all problems in England and preach about how its extinction will bring much fortune to their beloved country.

Mosley was done making arrangements with his clothes, but his eyes were still fixed on his own through the mirror, his head held high, “Well, let them come. Welcome them appropriately” He concluded.

The atmosphere was serene, filled with silence when Jimmy McCavern suddenly felt concerned, finally raising his gaze to the head of the Fascist serpent, “There are a few Peaky boys around.”

Mosley looked at the Irish man through the mirror, tilting his head to the side and clicking his tongue, “They are our allies. There’ll be no rift between us. Keep your powder dry” He exhaled.

McCavern was about to leave when called by his boss, who was now turned to him, standing straight. His vitreous black eyes didn’t blink even once as he abruptly made the Nazi salute toward the Irish near the door, “Perish Judah.”

The Irish scoffed, opening the door.

“No joke, Mr McCavern.” Mosley gave his first and only warning.

McCavern closed the door in a thud and shifted his position to stand straight, making the Nazi salute towards Mosley without any expression on his face, “Perish Judah.”

After that, Mosley came back to look at himself in the mirror, turning his body to the side, a hand on his stomach, probably checking how fit he looked.

The door opened and closed, a dry chuckle filling the silent room, “Shouldn’t you be repeating your speech or something?”

Mosley’s eyes lift to Y/N. A cigarette hanging over her lips. She was wearing a dark suit matching the gleam in her staring iris. His lids closed before snapping open to her long fitted pants that reached her feet over her black high heels.

She clicks her tongue once in front of him, leading him to lift his gaze to hers.

“You shouldn’t be here, I’ll be announced in a minute.”

“Oh, that I know Sir.”

He gave her a faint smile as closing his eyes with satisfaction, he could get used to being called ‘Sir’ by the owner of the suave voice reaching his ears.

He opened his eyes to hers, “Why the black outfit?” He tilted his head to the side, intrigued by the potential answer.

Y/N was smoking her cig, “Preparing for someone’s death.” She offered him a side smile as a heavy silence settled in the tiny room.

He clicked his tongue, not knowing if she was referencing to the people causing a riot or else. He stretched his arm to the door, inviting her to be the first to get out.

Y/N took a step closer, his hand now touching her as she locked the butt of her cigarette in between her lips, her fingers reaching Mosley’s shoulders, swapping the fabrics off of any potential dirt.

She, obviously, knew he didn’t like to be touched and that Mosely would certainly be annoyed by having the smoke of cigarettes so near his face as he despised them, but she also knew how proud he would feel to finally have an intimate contact with her as he loved women.

Mosley grabbed one of her wrists with one hand, stopping her in her tracks. She lifts her eyes to his staring ones, they were devoid of any emotions, as usual. She was quick to slide her fingers in his, the contact-making him drop her hand abruptly with disgust.

Even if her face didn’t show anything, she was internally laughing at how easy it was to play with him and poke him right in his weak points.

“A quick fuck, perhaps?” She teased the man even more.

She knew if it was any other time he would gladly bend her over a table and fuck her while looking at his own reflection, but it wasn’t the time nor the moment. But she also knew he was well aware he wouldn’t have any other occasion with her, which made the torture a little more dramatic.

He broke the stare and by-passed her without even saying anything, slamming the door behind him.

(...)

“Tommy.” Was all she succeeded at saying, her saliva being sticky out of nervousness. She couldn’t believe they were about to do it.

He turned to her, his back facing the mirror. No need to describe how relieved he was to see her radiant face. YN's perfect hair framing her face elegantly as her finger-waves bounced as she took steps further towards him.

The mood immediately shifted, it was light and soft, the sweet exchanges of looks and smiles uncovering their feelings for each other. They couldn’t even hide the fact they were desperate for each other now.

It was obvious to the two, but also to everyone around them, beginning with Lizzie. She refused to see Thomas for days now, hiding in her own house Tommy bought her when Ruby was born.

She wasn’t the only one refusing to see him, Polly never gave news after the last family meeting, but Tommy heard she was now living with Aberama in her house, away from any illegal activities while Aberama still was working with Tommy, looking forward to the time he’d be able to avenge his son by killing McCavern.

Arthur, that was spending way more time than needed at the Bridgehead library, also noticed how close she and Tommy were, and he never ceased to make jokes, which Y/N blocked by slipping in remarks on how he was eyeing her right-hand, Bridget, and how often this latter began to show up late at work.

The insinuation of Arthur having an affair with the employee of Y/N always made Tommy chortle on his drink, while his older brother remained unusually silent. He, that always thought to be so discreet that no one noticed he found a love interest in a feminist, was in fact not so discreet, much to his displeasure. And hearing his brother laughing at him didn’t help.

Y/N inhaled deeply, her heart pounding in her chest that was inflating. Her fingers went fondling the wrinkles at the corner of Tom’s eyes in a tender manner that immediately eased the man, his skin burning under the touch.

He tilted his head, leaning into her caress so her palm would cup his cheek.

He and she knew better than anyone that in this chaotic lifestyle, they needed sweetness. Not that he was okay admitting he found it while being with her, but she hoped it was the case.

“Something’s in the air, Thomas. Be prepared for death.” She patted one of his temples with her free hand.

He opened back his eyes, darkened by something she couldn’t name, his eyebrows furrowed while blinking, searching answers in Y/N’s eyes in vain.

He didn’t understand what the hell she was saying, but it didn’t matter, she was there, by his side, ready to take on the entire world if needed. He was aware of how much she cared and how she was ready to fight till her last breath by his side. And he'll eventually accept he felt the same about her.

The door opened and Arthur’s head picked through.

It wasn’t just Thomas Shelby against the world, it was them against the world. His brother, his lover, and himself.

Tommy coughed and looked at the ground before looking at his brother with squinting eyes. What was so urgent for him to invade their space like that?

Y/N quickly glanced at the reflection in the mirror behind Tommy to see who had entered the room. Seeing the older Shelby brother’s head, she shamelessly closed the gap between Tom’s face and hers, kissing him with strength.

She was surprised to feel Tommy’s rough hands tenderly cupping her face, his thumbs rubbing her soft skin, as he responded to her kiss with as much strength as her.

“We got this, Y/N.” He said in a whisper, without difficulty.

A warm thunderbolt ran down Y/N’s spine as she stepped backwards, her gaze falling on one of her hands gripping tightly onto Tommy’s jacket.

Even if she tried not to show it, the plan was so big and meant so much that it got her nervous.

Her cheeks reddened a bit but the man couldn’t quite grasp at this vision of her as she almost ran out of the room.

Now that he was showing affection, he was making her flee.

Well, he still hadn’t cracked the code to Y/N’s character.

“Come on Y/N, we’ve been there.” Tommy’s deep voice reached her ears in a huff.

“I know but I want you to tell me all over again.” She turned her naked body to him.

He exhaled deeply and lit a cigarette before explaining to her the plan again. He flattened the white sheet on the bed and created a wrinkle on it to show her the stage.

“Mosley and I will be here,” he then put the used matchstick on the sheet in front of the representative stage, “Barney will be up there, waiting for the sign to shoot.”

Y/N frowned and hit his hand along with the matchstick, “get this shit out my bed, this is an expensive sheet, Sergent Major.”

Tom chuckled as he bent over to her to grab her wrists, forcing her to lean all over him, “Come to me reporting for your duty, then.”

She giggled and grabbed his cig, smoking while drowning in his icy blue eyes.

It was routine now for them to share intimate moments late at night. From staying up late in the Shelby Brother Company limited office, looking to the ceiling, Tom upgraded to visit Y/L/N’s manor.

And inevitably, the lust between them eventuated in their bodies intertwining in all different kinds of places.

Tonight was the bed, fortunately for Y/N’s back as their last night’s epic adventure led them outside the house, in the nearby woods.

One of his hands wandered on her bruised body, other marks of their passionate nights along with burn marks caused by her carpets…

His eyes, thirsty of her, followed the path of his hand with as much attention as he would pay to horse racing.

Y/N found the face he made funny. She couldn’t read him, as hard as she would try, but she knew he felt good there, with her, and it was all that mattered at the moment. It was only them in this space. It was their war zone. Here, he wasn’t at the head of a gigantic gang nor the right hand of a fascist, and she wasn’t running a feminist organisation, no.

They were just lovers bearing their soul to each other, as silly as it sounded. And they wouldn’t trade it for nothing.

“Brother,” Arthur called Tommy back to reality. “Know she’s something else,” he raised his brows in understanding, “but Mosley’s been searching you out there.”

Tom ignored his brother’s remark and cleared his throat, by-passing Arthur.

That one didn’t miss the occasion to drop a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “I’m happy for you, brother.”

And as little as this was, it was enough for Tommy to be relieved of whatever was heavy on his shoulders.

The simple fact he still got his brother meant something deep.

He was ready to make his plan shift from his head to reality. By the end of this day, he’ll be at the head of English fascism, following Oswald Mosley’s death.

He will reach his ambition.

PEAKY BLINDERS TAG: @retromafia

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This is soooooo cuteee😭😭😭 My heart can’t take it😭😭😭

What If Series – #1: Met as Children

Tempting Fate Alternate Universe 

Paring: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,000

Story Summary: What if certain events allowed for Tommy Shelby and Miss Young to meet each other sooner. Or what if certain events took a different turn and kept the couple a part.

Chapter Snippet: You looked at the boy before you. He was cute and sweet. You knew he would take care of you if you both stayed in these woods. You walked closer to him and took one of his hands. You noticed his blue eyes. They were the bluest eyes you had ever seen. You tugged gently on his hand and pulled him along. You didn’t let go.

A/N: Again, the continued support for this story has been awesome. Thank you all so much. Please continue to let me know what you think and if you would like to be added to the tag list.

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“Thomas Michael Shelby!” yelled Dierdra Shelby, “If you get mud on your brand-new suit, then so help you, God, your backside will be red until the day of your wedding!”

“Mum, I’m only ten. I’m not getting married. Ever!” Tommy said defiantly and threw his suit jacket on the floor.

“You are pushing it today, which is unlike you,” Dierdra pointed out. She was not in the mood.

Bethany Boswell had invited the Shelbys to the wedding of one of her daughters. Not only was Boswells an important figure in the gypsy community, but the Shelby’s were also related to them. Bethany’s sister, Birdie, was the mother of Arthur Shelby Sr. and Polly Gray. So, it was expected of the Shelby’s to be in attendance.

The family had spent the previous day traveling from Birmingham to Wales in their vardo wagon. Quarters were already tight, and tensions were high.

“I don’t want to get married!” Tommy shouted once more.

Dierdra sighed and ushered Tommy over to her. She sat down in one of the chairs in the living area and pulled her second eldest child onto her lap.

“What is this nonsense you are speaking of, and why are you spooked? You aren’t the one getting married today,” clarified Dierdra.

“Aunt Polly said that I’m going to meet the girl I’m going to marry today at the wedding. She said she saw it in one of her dreams,” Tommy explained to his mother.

A small chuckle escaped Dierdra’s mouth. “Oh, my little Thomas. Don’t let Polly’s dreams scare you. Many people could only dream of finding the person they are supposed to fall in love with, and maybe the person you’ll meet today will be the one. Maybe they won’t. But don’t let that scare you into not opening your heart up to someone. You understand?”

Tommy thought about what his mother said. He knew what his Aunt Polly told him was not meant to scare him. And that Tommy’s mother nor Aunt would ever pressure him into anything. However, the thought of meeting his soulmate intrigued him, even if he was only ten years old and was unsure of what a soulmate was.

“Mum, what’s a soulmate?” Tommy asked curiously.

Keep reading

We are losing it

Can't you tell

The scratch

Our eternal itch

A twentieth century bitch

-Radiohead

This is so pure I’m exalted🥺🥺🥺🥺

A story where the one and only Thomas Shelby was chasing a simple horse rider, but he was too afraid of doing something about it.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: In some points it is Tommy and in other points it's not Tommy at all. The story doesn't follow a timeline, it's more like a bunch of moments that happened in the series and in my mind made sense. If you like it that's good and if you don't that's good too, I guess. Tell me if you would like another part/parts of this because for the first time i dont know whats gonna happens next. Also English is my second language so sorry in advance.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,800

The only thing that brought peace to Tommy were horses, he trusted them more than his family and found them more bearable than his relatives. Rarely Tommy was seen in the races only because he hated the presumptuous people and the environment. But when he heard of the female rider he had to see it with his own eyes.

Her horse was as exceptional as her. Tall, black, fast as no other, fearless and incredibly beautiful. Cerberus and his rider were making history, since they started competing they won every single race. The bookies were bored and the people happy and angry at the same time but the Shelby brothers were intrigued. Their plan of fixing the races crashed thanks to Cerberus and his rider.

The first time they won the people thought that luck was on their side, but by the sixth time that idea was long gone. The chauvinist men were furious because a woman was beating their asses and giving zero fucks of their beliefs.

In the balcony where all the people watched the race stood Tommy, watching every movement that she made. The way she walked from the barns to the exit with her head held high, Cerberus by her side in his glorious form. Both of them walked with grace and determination. The way she rested her face in the face on the horse and whispered something while she started to caress the neck of the animal. The way both of them seem relaxed and in peace, like they were the only ones in the place.

She gets on the horse and rides to the start of the line, catching the attention of everyone there and not even flinching in the process. Tommy doesn't even know her name and yet he can't look away. He was mesmerized with her, the way she walked, the way she rode, the way she treated her horse, everything about her was hypnotizing. His “date” was furious because since they arrived he didn't even look or talk to her. His brothers talk about who knows what, he pretends to listen but it was a lie. He was so intrigued with her that he couldn't think of anything else.

Everyone was in their places, the riders were in line, the people waited expectantly, the time seemed to slow down and the mood was heavier. Everyone held their breaths when the race started. Seven horses, one winner, lots of money at stake.

In 5 seconds she went from being in fourth place to being in first and with wide advantage. As expected, she won. As fast as she won, she was out of the race track. In a blink of an eye he lost her. The only thing he knew about her was the name of her horse, Cerberus. Nothing else, nothing more. He asked about her but all the people could tell him was nothing. No one knew her name, where to find her or anything at all.

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Months have passed and he doesn't get any information about her. The only thing he knows is that she was going to compete the next day. And the only logical thought he had was that he had to see her, so he went to the races.

Thomas Shelby was nervous, for the first time in a long time. Because what if she doesn't like him, what if she doesn't even look at him or even worse what if she had someone else. All that and more crossed his mind on the way to the races.

The people were starting to get used to the idea of her competing and winning. This time he wanders on the field hoping to see her, talk to her. In the crowd of horses and people he thinks he sees her but two guys kick him out because he wasn't supposed to be there and the race was about to start.

This time instead of being on the balcony seeing everything from above he decided to stay near the track. The horses and the riders do the usual cavalcade and for the first time he sees her from close. Cerberus was very tall, his black fur glowed with the sun and he was majestic. She had her eyes fixed straight ahead, her face was serious and her hair in a low bun. Maybe it was the way the sun touched her face but he swears her eyes were emerald green. For him the time slowed down and he was admiring her for years, but the reality was that if it was more than two minutes it was a lot.

Like the last time, everyone was where they were supposed to be. The race started and she was the last one, it seems that the race was fixed. The people around him start to swear, scream, and move their arms. But he stood still in silence watching every move she and Cerberus made. The way his muscles clench, the way that his hoofs touch the ground, the way she moves above him, the way she holds the reins, every little thing they do.

The class with which she passed her rivals, one by one lost in the dust she leaves in her way. With every breath Tommy made, she overtook another rider. It was like the three of them were breathing in sync. And again she wins, Cerberus wins. All the people in the track were in silence, astonished with what they saw, trying to believe it. It was like magic, every move that she made was like magic.

The voice telling that Cerberus and his rider were the first ones winning ten races in a row, that they were undefeated, brought people out of their trances causing them to start clapping and yelling. She picked up her prize and for the first time she took off her helmet, greeted the audience and made a bow. Then her and Cerberus left and that was all.

For Tommy everything happened so fast and yet so slow, it was so surreal. He went after her but he couldn't find her. He went to the barns, the track, everywhere, even the women bathroom, nothing. It was like the earth swallowed her. Not a single trail of her or Cerberus.

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All the power that he had and yet he cant finf out a fucking thing from a simple woman, but at the same time she wasn't simple at all. It was frustrating for him. Women come and go as days and she still wanders through his mind. He was afraid for her. Maybe she was hurt or even dead, but that simple idea runs his blood cold. It was irreal to him to be honest, he doesn't know her and still he wanted to protect her.

Nearly a year past and he start to think that she was a product of his delusional mind, a stupid belived of light at the end of the tunel. His family laughs at him and his situation. The people start to forget about her, the history she made, the legend she was becoming. The first woman to enter the races and win ten times in a row and then disappeared. The history name was “Cerberus and the first woman rider” because she was nameless. No other woman competed in the races, no other rider won ten times in a row. She was one of a kind. No one compared to her. Her history was intact and at the same time forgotten.

In one of the nonsense monologues that Alfie was having about moving to Margate while Tommy was trying to do business with him that that peculiar horse name escaped his lips and the next choice of words caught Tommy's attention “Cerberus and his beautiful rider, I swear you mate that woman is like magic. I see her walking in a field full of sunflowers with her horse at sunset. It's like a fuckung paint mate.”

“You know them?”- Tommy was in shock. After so much time, he almost lost hope and there he was hoping his enemy-friend would give him something about that misterius girl that has his heart in her palm and she doesn't even know about it.

“Yeah, yeah. Lovely woman even though she doesnt give me her name. Sometimes she plays with Cyril. Very lovely woman.”- Tommy walked to his car and left the place. Leave behind him a very confusing Alfie. Leaving giving zero fucks about his responsibilities in Shelby Brothers Limited. He had to go to Margate and find her.

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There he was in the only fucking field full of sunflowers in fucking Margate and no misterius woman. No Cerberus and his rider. He was sure that it wasn't a product of his mind, but he started thinking that maybe destiny doesn't want them to meet. But fuck Thomas Michael Shelby doesn't believe in fucking destiny, he was the one who controlled his future so if he had to stay in that damn field for who knows how many days he would do it because he was tired of not knowing who she was.

30 minutes later in the distance a figure was coming and he knew exactly who is, at least he hoped to know who is. The more the figure got closer the more sure he was. It 's her. She was riding freerly. Her arms stretched, the breeze in her face and a wide smile. She seemed at peace, under her was Cerberus galloping and everything was fine, even great. It was like Alfie said, it was like a fucking paint.

Leaning against his car door, cigarette in his lips Tommy kwen that the scene in front of him was the scene he wanted to watch every day for the rest of his life. When she was close enough he started walking in her direccion. Finally they were close enough, but she still was on her horse. Without thinking Tommy approaches Cerberus slowly and when finally Cerberus lets him touch him Tommy starts to caress his head. No one said a word and she got off the horse.

When she was close enough to him he looked at her. She was more beautiful than he remembers. Her skin was freckle and tanned thanks to the sun and her eyes were in fact greens. Her hair was wavy and long. He admired every centimeter of her face. And a small smile appeared in her lips that without thinking made Tommy smile the same way.

And there in the sunset in Margate Tommy Shelby found the woman he tried so hard to find. But the real thing that matters is if he manages to preserve her in his life or if his belief that he is the owner of his destiny is really true.

This is soooooo cute wtafffff🥺🥺🥺

· Cloudberry Flavored Midnight Cravings ·

Request: by a lovely anon “Hola!!! May I please req a Tommy fic wherein he and his wife are sleeping and then his wife suddenly woke up hungry in the middle of the night and is craving for a very particular weird food that they don’t have and Tommy have no choice but to search the whole Birmingham just to satisfy his wife. Just Tommy being soft and husband material🥺🥺 I’m so sorry if it’s too detailed. My mind can’t explain it without going all out 🤣😅 Thank you so much! Your fics have been nothing but phenomenal and the best💯💖”

Author’s note: This request was too soft I can’t ahhhhh I loved writing it and I hope I did it justice and as always, I wish you all the loveliest of days! ❤️

Warnings: none

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After tossing and turning for a good couple of hours, Y/n couldn’t handle it anymore. Flashes of biscuits invaded her mind as she tried to fight her thoughts into sleep. Sinking in bed and tossing one more time she sighed . And before she could go back to sulking in that awful sucky feeling of discomfort and hunger, she heard his voice.

“Can’t sleep?”

“No” she mumbled as she laid on her back to look at the ceiling “I can’t stop thinking about food”

“Anything in particular your heart might desire?” Tommy asked softly prompting himself up on his arm

“Chocolate cookies with cloudberry jam” she sighed letting the picture of her craving invade her mind one more time.

“I can go get some from the kitchen” he reassured with a chuckle at her odd craving “I’m sure I saw some biscuits in the pantry after dinner”

“Yes, but we ran out of cloudberry jam yesterday, remember Finn loves it so too” she said tragically.

Tommy pondered on this information for a few seconds before standing up and walking to the chair where his clothes from the previous day laid.

Taken aback by his reaction, Y/n questioned him.

“Benjamin’s store might still be open” he murmured as he finished buttoning up his shirt.

“But it’s the middle of the night” she said, her heart fluttering at Tommy’s willingness to satisfy her cravings.

“it’s alright, love. He’ll be open” he answered calmly, after all Benjamin’s shop was protected by the blinders. If Tommy wanted to buy at 1 in the morning, Benjamin would sell at 1 in the morning.

“be careful, then” she smiled knowing that she wouldn’t dissuade him from going and about half an hour later, Tommy was stepping into the bedroom again. A small jar filled with a yellowy mush on one of his hands and a platter with some chocolate biscuits on the other.

“I cannot believe you got it” she smiled as Tommy sat in bed “was Benjamin open then?”

“Well, he was out of jam” he said as he opened the jar “said Madam Rosmerta hadn’t dropped off her jam batch today so I went to her house”

“Jesus, Tommy” she laughed at the idea of him roaming the streets of Birmingham in search for cloudberry jam “And what did she do? When you went banging on her door at bloody 1 in the morning”

“She was surprised alright” he began spreading the jam on top of the biscuit with a laugh “but when I explained it was for you she smiled and sold me a jar”

Y/n laughed again in pleasant disbelief as her husband handed her a biscuit with the mushed fruit on top. She sighed in bliss and closed her eyes after taking the first bite, letting the mix of sweet and tangy flavors fill her every senses before eating the whole biscuit.

“Was that what you were imagining it to taste like?” he inquired with a tender expression at his wife’s reaction.

“Yes” she professed fixing her eyes on him.

“Thank you so much” she continued while pushing the biscuit platter to the side so she could scoot closer to him. Cupping his face in her hands and looking lovingly into his eyes she whispered a soft “I love you” before pressing her cloudberry flavored lips to his.

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@captivatedbycillianmurphy @peakyxtommy @nyotamalfoy @writeroutoftime @babylooneytoonz @lilymurphy03

Thank you for this, Mrs. Shelby🥰

(Arrow House) Hubby!Tommy 🧡 MASTERLIST

💜 (Small Heath) Hubby!Tommy Masterlist 💜

I felt bad, because there are so many amazing Hubby!Tommy stories that take place in Arrow House already, but my previous hubby masterlist was about S1 and S2, so I couldn’t include them there. At first I just wanted to extend my previous masterlist, but it would be way too long… So I made this one 🧡

This is a list of fics written by me [🌟] and other people I admire, with the stories that have this whole Hubby!Tommy vibe. Some of them are with girlfriend instead of wife, some are with children or pregnant reader – some are not. Some are smutty [🔞].

I’m aware of the fact that I’ve probably missed lots of great stories – you can always feel free to send me a fic if you find it and think I might like it and add it here 💞

This list will be updated whenever I write / find a story with this vibe.

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obe ; thomas shelby

inspired by @blinder-secrets & @birminghamblinders and the headcanon that tommy’s wife constantly teases him about being an obe and will only call him “thomas shelby, obe.”

Ever since Tommy got his OBE he hasn’t heard the end of it from people, especially from you. His brothers gave him a hard time, holding doors open for him and pouring him cups of tea, joking that he could have them executed if they didn’t follow his orders. Polly didn’t change, she still disagreed with him but deep down she was rather proud. Michael was still afraid of Tommy, as well as the rest of the Peaky Blinders. You, however, couldn’t get enough of it.

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Paul’s IG captions r always so cryptic and I have absolutely no idea what he’s trying to convey but ok king💖🤪🤺🥰

boyceyboycey 💧

OH😭MY😭FUCKING😭GOD😭THIS😭IS😭SO😭SUBLIME😭TOO😭GOOD😭TO😭BE😭TRUE😭

𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 || 𝐭.𝐬.

pairing: tommy shelby x fem!reader

word count: 6.1k

warning(s)/includes: explicit language, underage smoking, some angst, but mostly fluff, violence

summary: It’s crucial to know that while the story of (y/n) and Tommy was quite sorrowful, it was also full of ecstasy, smiles, bliss and, last but not least, love. And if there is anything that is certain in this world, it’s that love, of the true kind, prevails over any difficulties.

a/n: ride by lana del rey is recommended to listen to while reading. this is my best piece ever, I think, so don't let it flop. took 10hrs, no cap.

The sun was slowly disappearing behind the horizon in Birmingham, its last rays of sunshine hitting the main street on which Tommy Shelby was walking. He'd just got out of school; a misery that appeared to be never ending. Fortunately for him, it was not; quite frankly, it only lasted five or so hours and now he was on his way home to his father, siblings and aunt Polly.

He wasn’t planning on taking another route or coming home late, yet both of those things managed to happen to him, as well as an unexpected acquaintance. You see, Tommy rarely ever stopped on his way home, way too absorbed in the idea of playing in the garden with his horse, but this time was different. This time, there was a certain someone that had caught his eye. More specifically, you had caught his eye.

Tommy was taken aback as he looked to the left, seeing a pretty girl around his age sitting on the cold pavement with her hands cupping her face as tears rolled down her cheeks. Why you were crying? That’s a brilliant question of many answers, but the essential one was family problems. Or, more specifically, “mother is dead, while father is an alcoholic” problems.

Seeing people cry in the dark streets of Birmingham wasn’t unusual at all, and Tommy had never bothered talking to any of these people, yet something was drawing him to you. Perhaps it was your gorgeous hair that shone in the last of the sunbeams, or perhaps it was the necklace you wore, reminding him of his mother. What it was, we may never know for sure, but it was enough to make the young boy walk over to you and sit down on your left.

Without any words, he put his skinny arm around your fragile shoulders in a manner that made you think he was afraid to break you. The touch was gentle, yet soothing, and you leaned into his body, feeling some sort of warm tenderness sparking in your heart at his actions. The fact that this stranger straight up had walked over to you and pulled you into an embrace while you most needed it, created some sort of connection between you and him.

This connection, whether he’d felt it as well or it was unrequited, would bury itself in your heart and stay there for years to come, never leaving, even when Tommy wasn’t by your side. Not that this would happen often, though, for after this strange, yet endearing encounter, nothing and nobody would be able to part you.

“Thank you,” you whispered after some time. You weren’t sure whether it had been a minute or two hours, but the sunlight had now completely dispersed, leaving you and your new friend in the dark.

“It’s nothing,” Tommy whispered back, though he knew very well that it was something. Perhaps that was the motive for his actions: he simply didn’t want anyone to feel as alone as he did the night his mother died. Maybe now, that he’d brought comfort to you, you’d be willing to do the same for him. Either way, you weren't the only one who ravished in the touch of another person in this sorrowful city.

“I’m Thomas, by the way. Thomas Shelby.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Thomas,” A smile slowly crept onto your face as you spoke, and a spark of hope planted itself in your soul. Hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d turn out to be a supporting shoulder. Someone you could trust. “I’m (y/n). (y/n) (l/n).”

And with that, a new friendship was formed, a bond was created and a promise was made. A promise of trust, support and love that would last forever. Perhaps it was untimely to say, but something in you had awoken and was telling you that these feelings were to stay in your heart, body and soul for all eternity. And so would Tommy’s.

6 years later

“Fucking hell, Tommy, that’s not how you roll a fucking cigarette!”

“Then why don’t you do it, if you’re so fucking experienced, eh?” Tommy grumbled, fiddling more with the cigarette, trying to wrap it in the paper he’d stolen from Ms. Turner’s tobacco shop around the corner. “I’ve seen Arthur do it before, I'm telling you, this is how.”

You scoffed, tearing the cigarette from his hand and trying to wrap it yourself. The two of you were currently on the hardware flooring of an empty store no one ever worked at. You had previously been highly excited to try smoking for the very first time, especially since it was with your best friend, Tommy. It had all gone smoothly, Tommy stole the wrapping paper while you got the other contents from your father, who was sound asleep.

The only problem was that you weren't able to roll the goddamn thing. Whoever invented cigarettes probably hadn’t designed them for rebellious fifteen-year-olds that somehow had to make up for living in the poorest area of the city. Finally, with Tommy’s burning stare on you, you managed to roll the cigarette almost perfectly and you turned around to send your handsome friend a triumphant grin.

“You see? I’m better than you.”

He snorted, but took the cigarette from your hands, examining it. “It looks good,” he admitted, sending you an appreciative look that sparked warmth in your heart. “Let’s try it out, eh? And don’t look at me like that, it’s completely safe, i already told you. Arthur does it all the time, even Danny Whizz-Bang has tried.”

“Maybe that’s why he’s stupid,” you suggested, earning a smile from Tommy, who slowly brought the cigarette to his lips, motioning for you to light it. You took out the box of matches from your coat pocket, setting it ablaze quickly before bringing it to the cigarette and igniting it.

The warm light illuminated Tommy's face almost angelically. It brought out his handsome features even more, his icy eyes glowing in the fire of the match. You could both see yourself and the scorch in them, the reflection a magical experience. You watched as Tommy’s orbs grew darker as he took a puff and immediately broke out in a fit of coughing, breaking the intimate moment you shared.

A laugh escaped past your lips at the reaction, and with a glare, he passed you the lit cigarette which you gladly accepted, wasting no time in taking a big inhale. For a second, all was good, but then you felt the smoke in your throat, burning your intestines and skin. Just like Tommy, you began coughing, with a small laughter mixed in there. Your friend joined in, both of your chuckles filling the air and echoing through the walls.

Your attempts at stopping the laughter were unsuccessful, for every time your gaze landed on Tommy, you just broke into a fit of giggles again. Some might say that this situation - being unable to smoke a cigarette - should be highly embarrassing for you, especially since you were with a boy, yet you didn’t feel that way at all.

Truth be told, you’d never felt as safe and euphoric as you did in that moment. Perhaps it was the cigarette besmirching your mind, but that feeling that overtook you every moment you spent in Tommy’s presence, it felt real. And disarming, like a great burden was lifted off your shoulders. It was almost alarming how much he was able to do with just a genuine smile or light laughter. During times like these, your sanity and logic was dormant, letting you ravish in the freedom of rebellion.

The two of you were caught up in laughing and therefore didn’t notice anyone entering the room before Polly cleared her throat, deafening all other sounds. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school? And where’d you get that cigarette from? Thomas, you better have a good explanation if you don’t want to be grounded for a year.”

Tommy’s eyes went wide at his aunt’s frame standing in the door and automatically - like he always did when worried - he reached for your hand, interlacing your fingers and smiling as his eyes met yours. All uncertainty from before was washed away, drowned in the comfort that radiated off of you, and he ran. He ran out of the store, flying past Polly and pulling you with him, out in the cold. He left the cigarettes, but he didn’t care, because the sensation of your hand in his was enough of a drug.

You held onto him with all your might, a smile vibrant on your face as you ran, together, through the empty streets, everything except Tommy blurry in your eyes. A wide grin dawned upon his face and he let out a laugh, a deafening sound that was enough to make ecstasy run through your veins. You squeezed his hand harder, following him out on one of many acres, leaving the disconsolate alleys behind.

When you arrived by some kind of fence that stood in the middle of the field, you abruptly stopped running, your legs tired, lungs burning. Despite your panting and exhaustion, you could see Tommy smiling from the corner of your eye.

“What?”

“See that? It’s a flower field.”

“Where?” You asked and followed his finger with your gaze, immediately seeing what he was talking about. It was a mesmerising view; dozens of square metres full of flowers in all colours of the rainbow and grass so green that it made everything around seem gray and ordinary. It was surreal to see such an ethereal place here, in Birmingham.

"Let's go, then" you said, pushing past Tommy and climbing over the fence quickly.

You heard him behind you as you started running towards the flowers, enamoured by the scenery. It only took him a few steps to catch up with you, his eyes meeting yours for only a second, before he turned away and outran you. As the both of you reached the field, he turned around with his face all covered in sweat and bellowed triumphantly, as if to mark his victory.

With a roll of your eyes, you walked past him and sat down on the warm grass, looking around the acre. It was more or less like fate, that you, of all people had found this seemingly empty place. There was not a human in sight and the liberty laced in the air was refreshing.

“This place is stunning,” you sighed dreamily, averting your gaze to look at Tommy, who was gazing down on you, almost lovingly, with a shadow of a smile on his face.

“Would've been better with cigarettes.”

“You and your cigarettes,” You lay down on the grass, letting the strands kiss your skin as you looked up to the sky. “We'll bring them next time. Meanwhile, why don't you appreciate the beauty of this place?”

Tommy sat down beside you, yet his intention wasn't exactly to admire the field. Truth be told, he was certain that watching your peaceful expression was much more compelling, not to mention absorbing. If he could, he'd keep his gaze on you all day. Well, perhaps not the whole day, because your anger wasn't specifically captivating to watch.

Not that he'd mention this fascination to you. Or anyone else for that matter. That would've been like allowing all of his darkest secrets to be known to everyone, which was obviously not something he wished to experience. Yes, perhaps this was the abhorrent behaviour of a hormonal teen, but at least it kept his reputation and facade on spot. What a pity it would be if anyone - except you, of course - would detect that there exists a soft side to Tommy Shelby?

“You could stop thinking, y'know,” your voice tore him away from his thoughts. “Like, for a while. You don't have to think about everything at all times. There's something called a break.”

“I'm thinking, so you won't have to, (y/n). If I took a break, who'd save you from losing brain cells?”

You sent him a scolding look, only half joking as you sat up to hold his hand again. As you interlaced your fingers, you could feel his stare on you and you looked up to meet his gaze. Yet again, a small, yet strong feeling of fondness planted itself in your soul, not a trail of annoyance in your eyes as you leaned forward slowly, pecking his cheek tenderly. It was hardly a kiss, your lips ever so slightly grazed his skin, yet it proceeded to set his whole body ablaze.

When you pulled away, words caught in his throat, and as much as he wanted to keep his posture - to keep his reputation - he could sense it tumbling down with the look you sent him; a gaze full of endearment and passion. A part of the wall that he’d built around him collapsed in that very moment, he could feel his coldness starting to fade. It was impossible, yet true. Tommy Shelby, a fifteen-year-old with a heart of stone, was starting to melt. Because of you.

“Let’s go, Shelby. Perhaps if you give her enough flowers, Polly won’t ground you until next summer.”

1,5 years later

From that moment on, it was certain that the bond between you and Tommy wasn’t easy to break. Some might say it was dauntless, everlasting, infinite. Perhaps they were right, perhaps not. For you and Tommy, this connection meant freedom, happiness and thrill. It was all you needed, and you didn’t really pay it any more thought. Why should you worry about the future when you were both merely teens?

There was a lot of beauty in your carelessness, in the constant search of adventure, if not danger. This carelessness contained so much freedom, so much purity, that nobody dared stand in the way. This didn’t bother any of you; if anything, it only fueled your wish of enjoying your teen years. Unfortunately, this seemingly eternal glory and euphoria you bathed in wasn’t immortal, and it certainly wasn’t immune to the agony the two of you would soon experience.

And although this might sound extremely desolate and melancholic, it’s crucial to know that while the story of (y/n) and Tommy was quite sorrowful, it was also full of ecstasy, smiles, bliss and, last but not least, love. And if there is anything that is certain in this world, it’s that love, of the true kind, obviously, prevails over any difficulties. Even the ones you and Tommy had to face throughout the years.

The first occurence that brought pain into yours and Tommy’s lives was the departure of Tommy’s father. The scene took place in the Shelby household, more specifically, the kitchen, during one of the many breakfasts you’d eat with the family. It was a Sunday, the happiest day of the week that everyone both loved and dreaded, for after it came Monday, which was an appalling day to most teenagers, including you and a certain rebellious Shelby.

“Can you pass me the salt, please?” The question that left Tommy’s mouth was directed at Polly who sat on the opposite side of the table. It was obvious that with his overly sweet behaviour he was trying to make amends with his aunt after the last accident. Of course, the cigarettes weren’t part of the accident part, only getting caught was, but you tried to keep silent about that part, suspecting that Pol wouldn’t exactly appreciate it.

The woman passed him the salt, and he smiled his most humble smile, which appeared highly abnormal on his usually prideful face. You tried to suppress a giggle at his forced actions, but you ended up snorting in laughter, gaining everyone’s attention. From the corner of your eye, you saw your best friend’s amused expression.

“I’m sorry,” you said, trying to cover up the chuckle with a fake cough. “I’ve caught a cold.”

“Well, then perhaps you and Tommy should take a break from seeing each other until you’re healthy again, eh?” Arthur teased with a wink that evaporated as quickly as it had appeared, when his younger brother sent him a cold stare of daggers while his jaw clenched. Until you put a hand on his thigh and his muscles relaxed, that is. “Just joking, just joking.”

Tommy seemed rather pleased, or even relieved, at his brother’s reassurance and he fell back into his seat, grabbing your hand on his thigh and interlacing your fingers. It had become a reflex, an action he performed each time he felt a twinge of uneasiness inside of him. It just worked like that, you’d become each other’s source of comfort, the only escape route for when things took a bad turn or just straight up everything tumbled down around you. With him, you’d never feel alone, because in the dark he was still there, holding a torch to illuminate the way.

The two of you shared a smile, a mix of satisfactory emotions lingered in the air and the smell of newly cut grass entered the kitchen through the window. Even Aunt Pol had to raise her lip corners a little at the peacefulness that surrounded you. No, it didn’t just surround you, the feeling planted its roots deep inside you, perhaps at the bottom of your hearts. It was a tremendous start of the day, and it signalised that you would experience a relaxing rest of the week. Oh, if you only knew just how terribly wrong the signals were…

“Okay, but have i told you about that time Tom fell off his horse, (y/n)?” Arthur chuckled, leaning over the table to look you in the eyes, and absolutely ignoring Tommy’s icy stare burning a hole through his soul. “It was bloody hilarious, just listen-”

“Oh, shut the bloody fuck up, Arthur.”

The Shelby brothers broke into a fit of laughter at his outburst, and John clasped his hands together while he chuckled. Although Tommy sent you a warning look, a small giggle escaped past your lips. The whole family mutually ignored Polly, who was smoking a cigarette while saying: “Language, Thomas, language! John, Arthur, I'd expected better manners from you. Would you cut out this laughter already, I’m getting a headache.”

Despite Thomas’ annoyance, the atmosphere stayed pleasant, smiles plastered onto everyone’s faces and your worries from yesterday long gone; wiped away from your mind. It was pure bliss, a feeling of belonging and safety, that especially Tommy wished would never end. His gaze fell on you from time to time, his hand in yours as he admired your smile and laugh when you weren’t looking.

No one noticed Johnny Dogs, who’d silently (greatly suspicious, for he was a loud person of nature) entered the room, waiting for your previous conversation to die down (again, suspicious, for he did not exactly have perfect, or even adequate, manners) before he spoke with the voice of a chaplain, a veil of melancholy falling over the room.

“It’s about Arthur, Polly. No, not junior, their father,” The way he said the last word made you and Tommy exchange looks, pure fear vibrant in his eyes, as if he was already expecting the worst. With a squeeze of his hand, you made an attempt at soothing him, assuring him that nothing had happened, tyet your plan failed rather quickly as Johnny continued his sorrowful news: “He’s gone. Left for Ireland, I recall. He.. He ain’t coming back, boys. I’m sorry.”

It took a second for Tommy Shelby to realise the meaning of Johnny’s words, and it took another to realise he wasn’t lying. The guilt mixed with pity on his face showed it, leaving no room for doubt. Arthur Shelby Sr, his friend, his supporter, his father, was gone. Gone for eternity, not just on a holiday. He had vanished from his life permanently, tearing out a piece of his heart and bringing it with him wherever he went. Who knows, perhaps he’d already thrown it out on the dirty pavement and stepped on it with a smile of a sinner on his face.

Tommy saw his world collapse before his eyes; a war broke out in his mind and he was losing it, not able to resist the urge to let out his emotions anymore. It all went in slow motion; the desperate look of a defeated man he sent you, before rising from his seat and leaving the house, running as quickly as his legs could carry him. Now that the heat from your hand was absent, everything inside him felt numb. Like his blood was frozen to ice, his screams getting lost somewhere in the coolness that had devoured him whole.

First came the pain, the agony that drowned him, choked him, made all of his insides turn like someone had stabbed him with a dagger and was twirling it around in his fragile body, tearing him apart. Oh, he was so lost, in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, he was incapable of anything. He felt himself wailing, shrieking so deafeningly that no other sound reached his ears. He was helpless, defeated on the ground as he screamed in agony, wishing that someone would make it stop, stop the bleeding, stop the heartache that shot through his body.

Secondly came the numbness, an abrupt ending to the pain, the dagger in his heart no longer stinging. Somehow, this emptiness, this nothing was even worse. It didn’t hurt, no, it just was and its presence tore his soul apart, piece by peace as the nothingness clouded his senses, keeping him in a state between unbearable agony and the carelessness that he oh-so-much longed for, as well as your touch. He wished he hadn’t left the room, he wished your fingers would still touch skin, he wished he was buried between your arms in a warm embrace.

And that’s when the anger hit him. It welled up inside of him like water in a glass, filling up slowly only to overflow and originate chaos. Chaos was exactly what Tommy felt; his fists clenched and a pained expression settling over his features as he turned around and, with all the force he could gather, smashed his fist into the wall he was previously leaning on for support. He hit as hard as he could, the physical pain shielding him from the mental agony that had planted roots inside his mind.

The punches were thrown furiously, one right after another, until his knuckles were bloody and the thick, red substance poured down on the ground. He felt the pain, he did, but it didn't matter, because it felt better than facing his problems, so he hit. Again and again, until the urge to cry evaporated and the punches came naturally. Stopping wasn’t an option, he continued, at least until your voice hit his ears.

“Tommy? Tommy! Tommy, stop it!” You shook him, grabbed his bloody hands and held them tightly to your chest while sobs left your mouth. “Tommy, why?”

“Because I wanted the pain to end.”

He found solace in your touch and soon, his body stopped shaking as a wave of consolation washed over him soothingly. Your embrace kept him warm, kept his heart beating just like his arms had helped you years ago in a dark alley. Your limbs entangled, you stayed on the ground, clutching onto each other as if your lives depended on it, and Tommy took in your scent, letting it fill his senses and make him happy, even if it would only last a while.

***

“Do you think they’re looking for us?” You inquired while your head rested on Tommy’s lap, your hands fiddling with the rings on his left hand.

“Probably,” He smiled softly, blowing out smoke right into your face. “We are fugitives after all, eh?”

You laughed, taking his cigarette away from him and placing it between your lips, enjoying the warm summer breeze that was present on your lane. The flowerfield had become your typical hangout domain, embellishing the time you spent together. It was a place of abscondence and oblivion, heaven on earth, a location you desired to stay in for all eternity. Your father often said that nothing was perpetual or indestructible, that anything could be crushed, defeated, yet you didn’t believe him.

The ardour you felt for Tommy, it couldn’t fade or evanescence. It would linger until you were grey and old, perhaps even longer. At least you felt that way. Tommy, well, he was a hard nut to crack. He’d opened himself to you more than he’d done to anyone else, you were aware of that, yet since his father left you sensed he’d become more clandestine; the line between truth and false began to blend and you were afraid he’d completely lose himself in the act of separating his true feelings from the rest of the world.

Despite your worries, your friendship remained the same, at least it appeared to. Truth be told, to you, it had evolved to something more than just a regular friendship. You weren’t proud of the feelings that had emerged in your heart, yet no matter how persistently you tried to chase them away, they always found their way back; poisoning and fueling you at the same time.

“(y/n)?”

“What?” You blinked at the fingers he snapped in front of you, heatness rising to your face as you realised you’d completely zoned out. “Sorry, I was just… thinking.”

“Of me, eh?” He smirked. “Am I really that distracting? Ow!” A groan left his lips as you slapped his arm, trying to suppress a smile that managed to crawl its way to your face.

“Idiot.”

A genuine smile landed on Tommy’s features and he took back his cigarette, smoking it while his gaze was on the horizon. You could tell his thoughts had wandered off to somewhere, probably a place which only existed in his mind, yet you couldn’t help but ponder what it was that had occupied his thoughts. Was there even a slightest chance it was you? Or perhaps he was thinking of that girl he’d been flirting with yesterday? Did he at the very least acknowledge that it was your birthday?

Little did you know that such contemplations were absolutely unnecessary, for Tommy was well aware that it was your seventeenth birthday. Bloody hell, it was the whole purpose of skipping school that day; celebrating you. Or, perhaps, it wasn’t the only reason. Perhaps the true reason was something else, like the anomalous twinge of jealousy he felt each time you smiled your sweet smile at somebody else than him…

No, no, the only reason he’d brought you here today was to ravish in the praiseworthy weather and give you a modest present to show you just how much he values your friendship. That’s it, friendship. Nothing else, he wished for nothing else. Those strange desires were just hormones, and he owned enough self control to get rid of them.

“Sit up,” Tommy suddenly spoke, taking hold of your arm. “C’mon, get your bloody ass up, (y/n).”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up with your eyebrows raised; an attempt at seeming careless, while in reality all your emotions were dancing freely in a mix of agitation and ecstasy. With some kind of unidentified expression, Tommy took a freshly stolen package of cigarettes out of his pocket, but instead of bringing it to his lips, he handed you the match and sent you an awaiting gaze, signalling he wanted you to set it ablaze.

You did, watching as the fire spread itself across the cigarette in wild pirouettes. Tommy and you shared an intimate stare over the flames, his eyes glimmering in the ruthless luminescence, something dangerous and menacing in his gaze. Perhaps it should’ve frightened you, but it didn’t. Quite on the contrary, it worked like a beacon, drawing you more to him than you thought was possible.

“Make a wish.” He whispered, leaning closer and bringing the lit cigarette to your face. With a smirk, you closed your eyes and blew out the flame, wishing for the only thing in the whole world you truly desired: Love. Not did you know whether it was a crave that could be fulfilled, but it didn’t hurt to try, no?

Tommy’s gaze didn’t leave your eyes for a second as he threw the used up cigarette to the side, making his hand to use by softly grazing your hand with his skin, before interlacing your fingers in a familiar manner. A sigh escaped your lips and you lay your head down on his shoulder, breathing in his scent like a drug and smiling. Being here was heaven, even if your head and emotions were a mess. Why worry? You had all eternity to solve the puzzle, your focus could be on the present time and Tommy.

“What did you wish for?”

“If I tell, it’s not going to happen.”

“I don’t believe in that shit,” Tommy said, brushing some hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear. “If something’s meant to be, it’ll happen. We can control our own fate.”

The intimacy of his words caused butterflies to swarm in your stomach, electricity to spark in your veins and it turned out to be the remaining push you needed to take control of your fate. Eyes closed, heart pounding in your chest, you leaned forward and your lips melted together in an ardent kiss, in which everything but you and Tommy went into oblivion.

Fireworks went off in your mind, Tommy’s tender, yet hungry movements causing your brain to go blank; feeling nothing but bliss and absolute adoration. It made you addicted, the kiss worked like a drug, making your aching heart go up in passionate flames that burned only for him. Now you were positive that there were things that lasted forever; like the eternal flame that filled you from bottom to top, an inferno of love that was endless.

In midst of all the chaos, Tommy had found his paramour, and you’d found yours.

The kiss lasted minutes - or perhaps it was days, it was difficult to keep track of time while feeling so high, and so euphoric - but when it ended, you were the first one to speak: “I wished for you. When I blew out the cigarette, I wished for you, Tommy. Because I love you.”

Slowly, a smile formed on his face and he thought that maybe, just maybe, this was a chance for his heart to mend, to heal from all the atrocities he’d experienced. Perhaps that’s why he felt safe around you, perhaps his fate wasn’t to be an amatorculist, but a successful man with a beautiful wife and a virtuous life. With a loving gaze, he pulled you in for yet another kiss: the beginning of something everlasting.

7 years later

Silence. Ear-piercing silence that surrounded those who sat in the kitchen, you and your husband, Tommy, included. None of you moved, not even to light a cigarette. The only thing on the table was a small leaflet, with words written on it. Words that had - and would even further change - changed the Shelby’s lives for good. Words of persuasion. Words of convocation. Words of death.

“So,” Aunt Polly was the only one who dared speak. “Which ones are going? I know you’re thinking about it. I can see it in your faces. Who wants to go?” When she received no answer, she continued: “Which ones of you men are going to volunteer? Who is leaving? I need to prepare your graves. Unless you want to be buried in France, of course, which might be the case, since you’re so eager to visit the country!”

“It’s not for the frenchmen, Pol,” Tommy sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s for the king. He’s asked us to fight, so we will. It’s for the country. For England.”

Seeing Polly’s unimpressed expression, John added: “We’ll get medals and-”

“Medals?” You couldn't stay silent. Not when the conversation had taken such a horrid turn. Your voice shivered as you spoke, but only a little. “What good will a medal do when you’re buried deep beneath the ground? What if you get hurt? What if you die? This isn’t some sort of sick joke! This is war, Tommy, it’s-”

“I know this is fucking war, (y/n),” Tommy’s voice shot through the silence, clear and angry, and enough to make most men curl up in a ball. “I fucking know, okay? But there's a reason behind my choice, and I'm not going to step away from it. I am going to France to fight for my country. End of discussion.”

“Discussion? This is no discussion. This is you, stubborn as always, making a foolish decision that will affect all of us, without talking with anyone. You’re not the only who’ll get hurt if you die! What about me, eh? What will I do, if the man I love dies?”

No answer came. Only a rustling sound of Tommy rising from his seat and abandoning the room, leaving you with tears welling up in your eyes and a painful sting in your heart, as you felt the sorrow plant itself in your mind. The rest of the Shelbys did nothing but watched helplessly as you sobbed, heart already aching from the thought of losing your beloved husband. Then silence. Dreadful, miserable and disconsolate silence.

***

The train made a rumbling sound as it arrived at its destination; the Birmingham train station, on which there stood thousands of men ready for battle. They all wore warm coats and most of them had cigarettes in their hands, releasing swirls of smoke as they breathed out. Merely a third of the men came alone, most had brought their wives, children; anyone they could call family.

Tommy Shelby was no exception, standing on the platform with his hands in yours as he looked you deeply in the eyes, as if he was trying to remember their shade so he could replay the beauty of them in his brain during a battle. His own icy orbs were darker than usual, a severe melancholy vibrant in his gaze. A pit of regret built in his stomach, a twinge of sorrow touched his heart. Was this really the right thing to do?

You, on the other hand, were already on the verge of crying, an uneasiness caught in your throat as you held your husband’s hands in yours, rubbing circles on the inside of his palm. It was supposed to comfort him, yet with the overwhelming feeling of despair it was difficult to make anyone happy. You wanted to speak, say your goodbyes and leave, yet no words left your mouth and you had to constantly fight the urge to sob loudly.

Tearing you away from your depressing thoughts, Tommy brought one of his hands to cup your cheek with a broken smile on his face. He leaned closer, hot breath hitting your cold skin, so your foreheads were barely touching; an action that normally would cause ecstasy to flow through your veins, but didn’t bring any more than a pinch of consolation now.

“Remember the night we spent on the flowerfield?” He whispered, and you recalled the memory. It was the first time you slept together; a night filled with sweet nothings, romance and the smell of love in the air. The thought brought tears to your eyes. “I told you I would love you forever. For all eternity, until the stars would fall and bury the world in the darkness. Remember?”

You did. It was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to you - it was the grand promise that you knew he would never break, for it had become part of him as much as it had become part of you. You just wished the veracity of his promise wouldn’t have to be put to test.

“Well, it still applies,” Tommy spoke. “I love you, (y/n), I really do. And I'll return from this journey, from this… war. I’ll come back to you. I swear on my life, I'll come back to you.”

You couldn't help but burst out in tears as he embraced you, and you held on for dear life, afraid that if you’d let go too early he’d dissolve. His warm and loving touch spread across your body, reviving your aching heart and mending your wounds, reminding you of his promise. It would be okay, he’d come back to you and yet again, you’d feel his touch and caress. Your love was endless, unbreakable, for all perpetuity.

“And I’ll be waiting for you. For eternity if i have to,” You kissed him passionately, ravishing in the feeling of his closeness for as long as you could. Way too early, the train tooted, and you knew Tommy had to leave.

With a last, longing gaze you touched his cheek: “I’ll be waiting for you, Tommy. I promise.”

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antizionism ≠ antisemitism.

When Kafka Tamura said:

“The strength I'm looking for isn't the type where you win or lose. I'm not after a wall that'll repel power coming from outside. What I want is the kind of strength to be able to absorb that kind of power, to stand up to it. The strength to quietly endure things - unfairness, misfortunes, sadness, mistakes, misunderstandings.”

...I fucking felt that

maybe i want to live inside one of Bernie Fuchs' works

Ok so, I know all of these r so sexy and hot but I can’t help but think of how fuck did they made Cillian appear sweaty (5th gif) ?? Did they made him run laps or smthn? Dnnajdhshshahahahshahhahshaha

Tommy x Tatiana (Peaky Blinders) | Day 2: Favorite Relationship (platonic or romantic)

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I tried to scroll past this. I really did

OMG MISS MAAM THE SUMMARY ALONE MADE MY HEART GO 🥺❤️💖✨🍃🌸💫🌸💞💖💕

“Home” – Tommy Shelby x Reader

{ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 }

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: “Two broken people make one. But the problem with such creatures is that they’re only whole when they’re together”

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: It’s written for @fives-cup-of-coffee​ 1k writing challenge and the theme of it is comfort. So, I decided to write something that is supposed to feel like comfort, but without ever using this word in a story. I hope it worked! Also, one of the rules of the challenge was not to write any vivid decriptions of depression, anxiety etc. My Reader here is struggling with some problems, but to be honest, it is not even stated what it is exactly, so you can make it whatever you want. Includes newborn baby and is very fluffy! 🥰

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: English is my second language.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,340

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Currently halfway through Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore and holy shit it’s so goooood

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Bad Liar (Thomas Shelby Imagine)

Anon Baby: 77, 73 and / or 35 for tommy pretty please!!!! Ofc ignore if this is not your thing though 😇❤️

77. ‘I need to leave.’

73. ‘You believe me, right?’

35. ‘This wasn’t supposed to happen.’

This is more of a cuter, soft one - I felt like if I just made a ‘he cheated and got caught and begged for forgiveness’ that would be very bland and typical so i hope you like this one

^ hes so fuckin hot i swear…. skflalkha;glajf;lkajsflaskfj

The day with me typically begins with a piping hot cup of tea, and ends with a piping hot cup of tea. I’m the simplest women you could ever meet, at least that’s what is said about about me. Mediocre, average, simple. And most females would take offence to such a thing, but I liked my simple life. As a matter of fact, I fucking cherished my boring life, and loved it so much. The funniest thing of all is that I found a man, good, and funny, and handsome to love me for the way I am too.

I made sure to rub that in my aunts faces as I walked down the aisle to a man known as Tommy Shelby. They were always extremely unsure of my dreariness. Saying that the fact that I always have a book in my hands and my glasses on my face gets in the way of a woman’s true beauty. It’s bullshit is what it is.

Because for goodness sake, Thomas met me in a library ages ago. Trying to get my head out of the book I was reading to ask me out on a date I had no interest in attending. I was studying to be a librarian, making sure to ace my final exam. 

I can still hear his groggy, raspy, scared voice as I tried to tune him out, I had no clue of who he was, hadn’t even looked up once. 

I’ve seen you here so many times and I’ve finally got the balls to ask you if I can take you out. I’m a respectable man, and I don’t do this very much…

It was all charming, his voice alone did things to me that no man has ever done before. And when I glanced up to see who this mystery man was I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was so handsome, so beautiful, so sweet and pretty and perfect. His eyes a blue so blue, the ocean was put to shame. That’s what I initially saw, and what had me falling in love with him. The rest was history, we were happily in love, madly, deeply, and whatever the fuck else you wanted to call us.

He walks down the stairs slowly, wincing a little before coughing loudly, following everything with a sneeze so loud, our little cat Queenie nearly jumps up into my arms.

I sip on my tea, looking up as he walks towards me. “Happy birthday, beautiful.” He bends down and kisses my cheek, making me smile.

“Thank you.” I beam before noticing the tip of his nose is a ruby red. That grin on my face disappears, “Your fever is still up, isn’t it?”

He sniffles, exhaling once his back comes in contact with the chair. “Fuck,” He hunches over, reaching for his smokes. Tommy looks a bloody mess. Which is weird considering he slept through the night, his annoying snores continuously woke me up.

“I couldn’t sleep, babe.” He coughs, covering his mouth. “Fuckin’ hell. I never get sick. I can’t drive you to work, I’m sorry, love.”

I squint my eyes at him, wondering how he’s to even think about my work right now. “It’s fine.” I cross my legs, “You know, I’ve known you for over six years, not once have you had the flu.” Regardless of the facts, I leap to my feet and hurry to the medicine cabinet and pull open the remedies and recipes to cook, “I’ll take work off, tend to you.”

“No, you don’t have to, love!” Again, a sneeze comes out of him and it takes his entire body to shake a bit. “I can take care of meself.”

Rolling my eyes at him, I pull out the family book of curing diseases and shut the cabinet. “By taking care of yourself, you mean only being at work for half the day, and not the full day?”

He laughs a bit, “I need to go into work-“

“No you don’t!” I put my foot down before moving back to the table to grab my glasses, I put them on and open the book in search of my mother’s dreadful chicken noodle soup recipe. Thomas will loose his mind when he sees that I’ll have to use chickens feet, but it will help him a lot.

He sulks, “This wasn’t supposed to happen, I had plans for you today…” Thomas coughs again, this time more dramatic than the last which makes me flip through the pages hurriedly.

Getting lost in the book, I ignore him the way I do too often. I finally find it and read the recipe before bouncing up and heading to the fridge. I can still hear mums nagging voice: you’ll need all ingredients or just don’t ye bother makin’ the damn thing if ya don’t.

She was always so mean, but so knowledgeable and wise. I always told my friends, my mother was some sort of genius before she lived her life, her past spirt wsa definitely a boss businesswoman. Too bad she was such a miserable soul. 

“Okay, here.” I lift the book up and flash it to Tommy. “This’ll all be okay because you’ll feel better very soon.”

“Honestly y/n, I think I’m actually feeling better.”

“Mmmm, I don’t think so, sweetness. Ring up Arthur and John, tell ‘em you can’t hang out today.”

“No I think I’m better.” He states.

“I think not.” I sing.

He sighs. “Alright. I’ll take a hot bath, see if that’ll help. You go ahead to work, I’ll phone you if I get worse. Alright?” 

“Argh, Thomas you’re so annoying! Let me take care of you!” 

“Babe, trust me. I’ll be fine, and isn’t,” He snaps his fingers, his eyes narrowing as he tries to remember her name. “The ginger who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day.. What was ‘er name?”

“Beth?” I almost roll my eyes at him. Beth must’ve come over for tea at least five times with her husband, who Thomas knows fairly well. We’re good friends, coworkers. How does he not remember her bloody name? 

“Yes! Beth, isn’t Beth making you some kind of cake, birthday traditions?”

“Christ,” Putting my hand on my forehead I sigh, how in the world does he remember that but he can’t remember her name. He’s losing his mind. “I’ll just ring the library up and get her to put it in the fridge, or something.”

“Seriously, love, you should go, I think I’ll feel better, and its your birthday, you don’t want to have to take care of me.” 

“But I dooooooo.” I really don’t mind. The more time I get to spend with him, the better. “Why do I need to leave, anyways?” I straighten out my back. 

“Because,” He shrugs, “You’ll have more fun with your workmates than you will with me.” H

I grab my bag, my shoulders dropping as I stare into the deep depths of Tommy’s eyes. “Fine.” I sigh, walking towards the front door. “But its your loss, so, ya.” 

I shut the door without getting a reply out of him, which to me sounded like a chuckle. Which made me think, what the absolute hell is going on. Regardless, the day begins and goes. Beth does bring me a cake, and all of the girls make sure to really celebrate me, which is nice beyond belief.

My feet drag against the gravel when I get home. And I push my key into the lock and twist the knob to pop the door open. I make my way inside my house and saw John’s kid running across my hallway and into the really room. I thought, huh that’s weird. And then I heard him say in a voice that was meant to be low — oi, Toms lady is here! Shut up! 

And then there goes Esme, hissing for her son to not swear, followed by a chorus of shush’s. I drop my bag and kick off my heels before walking towards the living room where the lights are dimmed before hearing a cheers and shouts of people saying happy birthday! It’s cute to say the least, and when I look around and see my friends from the library I giggle, remembering them all in a rush to leave work. Thats why! And the living room is converted into a party room, banners running across the room, cake, tea, champagne, goodness gracious! For me!?

He approaches me, baring two glasses of champagne, Thomas with his deep blue eyes and handsome face. He looks darkly delicious, in a suit that makes me want to tear it off of him, oh, what’ll tonight bring I wonder. 

I take the glass of champagne and smile as he ducks down to kiss my forehead. “Surprise baby,” He says and I melt, kissing him. “Happy birthday.”

I laugh when I see his nose is not at all red, and he doesn't’ sound nearly as sick as he had this morning. 

“Hey!” I point at him, “You lied about being sick to surprise me, sneaky!”

“Yes, you believed me right,? He smirks.

“You’re so clever!” I giggle, shaking my head. “God, I look a mess, shall I change?” 

“You look so beautiful,” He says gazing at me, he leans down and whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself, Y/N.” 

I lace my hand around his neck and grin at him. “I love you.” 

“I thought you deserved more than a cake from Beth and a few gifts from me,” Turning his head, Thomas nods towards the decor, “Do you like it?” 

“I love it so much!” I reply, taking a sip of the champagne, I look up at him through my lashes, “Thomas Shelby, ultimate husband and romantic and actor?” I look at him quizzically, putting a finger on my chin. “Your a man of many talents, Shelby.” 

I get a flushed smile out of him. “I can also dance.” 

I note the music that plays and giggle once he takes me and drags me to the dance floor which used to be where the dining table was. He spins me around before putting my hand on his shoulder, he puts his hand on my hip. I look up into those eyes, blushing. “Did I tell you I love you?” 

He ducks down and kisses me softly. “I love you more.”