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@slynella

Thu, 21 Apr 2022 18:31:17

found this in my drafts and honestly this is the kind of energy i need this morning so here have some gifs of some of my favorite shows

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Fri, 03 Sep 2021 12:32:45

Request: adopting a dog with tommy

Requested by Anonymous

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none

A/n: This took me forever to finish (b/c I forgot about it), but I love this idea. Tommy with animals and babies is always my weakness. And I love that a couple more of my requests involve Tommy and animals. I do have a few more headcanons I’m working on, I’m not sure when I’ll get those finished, but I’ll update the schedule when I get them in the queue.

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Tommy would not want a dog.
Let’s not pretend he would.
Or at least, that he would admit to wanting one.
“We should get a dog,” you asked one day, lounging on the sofa in his office while you waited for him to finish up with some paperwork.
Tommy grunted, too focused on what he was reading to register what you’d said.
You rolled your eyes, it would be ages before he’d be pulled away from his work. “Tommy,” you called. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes, love,” he grumbled.
“Then what did I say?”

He sighed, annoyed with all the talking. “I don’t know, I’m trying to get this finished up.”
“I said that we should get a dog,” you repeated, this time catching his full attention.
Tommy’s eyes shot up to you as he shook his head. “No.”
“No?”
“No dog. Not in my house, not now, not ever.”
“But why?” you whined. There was no reason not to get one.
He sighed. “Y/n, dogs are a lot of work and we just don’t have time for one.”
“But we can make time.”
Tommy didn’t crack and refused to even think about it, but you knew you’d be able to convince him.
You didn’t even bother being subtle about it.
Any chance you got, you’d mention a reason you should get a dog.
When you two would be walking around Arrow House, you’d say it would be something to protect you if you went without Tommy.
When Tommy would talk about going hunting you’d always bring up how he could get a hunting dog.
And you would never fail to mention that it would be great to have a dog around when he was on trips in London.
Tommy was annoyed with all the mention of a dog and did his best to avoid topics that could allow you to talk about it, but that never worked.
You always found a way.
And you’d managed to convince him to get one mainly because he was tired of hearing about it.
It was late when you slipped into his home office. You’d gone up to bed, hoping he would follow, but he hadn’t. So, you went in search of Tommy, knowing you’d find him in his usual spot.
And there he sat at his desk, nursing a glass of whiskey.
“Come to bed,” you said.
Glancing up at you, he nodded. “Once I’m finished with this. Go on, I’ll be up in a minute.”
“I’ll wait.” You took a seat on the sofa. There was silence for a few minutes before you said,” You know-”
“If you are about to mention a dog, I will sleep in here.”
Your shoulders fell at his words. “Oh, don’t act like a dog is the end of the world. Think about it, maybe the dog would love to sit in here with you. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
He didn’t answer, instead sipping on his whiskey, wishing he had locked the door.
“Oh, whatever,” you sighed dramaticly, irritated that he wouldn’t even respond. You knew it was a long shot to get him to agree, but you enjoyed the challenge. And being ignored took the fun out of it.
You ended up leaving Tommy in his office, going up to bed without him.
A little while later you felt the bed dip beside you as Tommy shuffled under the blankets. “We can get a dog,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. “If you really want one.”
You squealed, turning to face him. “Do you mean it?”
“Yes, I do.” There was no way he could take it back now, not with how happy you were about it.
Tommy still drug his feet about it.
He was open to the idea of getting a dog, but now he had begun to list off the various things that a dog could destroy.
They could destroy shoes
Eat socks
Chew on pens
List went on and on, but you didn’t care.
You would make sure the dog was well trained just so Tommy had nothing to complain about.
Eventually you were able to drag him away from the office to go look at dogs. You went to the pound, Tommy grumbling about how he could have just bought one and saved the time.
But once he saw all the dogs, he quickly quit his complaining, taking more interest in them than you.
“You poor thing,” he cooed to a small puppy. The puppy hesitantly crept forward, allowing Tommy to pet it. “Would you like to come home with us?”
Your heart melted as he picked up the puppy and continued talking to it. And he was very clear that this was the dog that would be coming home, so that was the dog you left with.
Though it was still a puppy, you knew it wouldn’t grow to be that big and you didn’t have the heart to mention that to Tommy. He probably thought the pup would grow to be some big guard dog.
Once that dog was brought home, you rarely got time alone with it. Tommy refused to call it his dog, it was always yours, but he always wanted it to be near.
If he was in his office, the dog would be on his lap or curled up on the sofa or hiding under his desk.
Any time he walked somewhere, the dog was right behind him and always chasing the birds on your walks.
And Tommy was the one to name it, too.
He liked the name Daisy since it was a girl.
You didn’t complain too much about Tommy stealing the dog. You wanted him to like the dog as much as you did.
And that meant it wouldn’t be too hard to convince him to get another. Especially if he took Daisy to work with him, leaving you all alone.

*~~*~~*

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@wouldpollyapprove

Mon, 27 Sep 2021 15:01:09

Summary: Tommy slowly begins to develop feelings for his wife, but does his best to keep it to himself. Then she goes and faints while gardening, leaving him to learn something new about her. And he may just have to take up the task of gardening while she rests.

Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Word Count:2k

Warnings: Arranged marriage (gotta warn those who swoon over that) fluff

A/n: Okay, this is super self indulgent, like I’ve been thinking about this for a couple days now and I knew I had to write it. And I’m liking the whole arranged marriage trope more and more. So this has just hit every mark for me and it makes me so happy. I’m so tempted to write a second part about Tommy actually gardening. Idk why, but I think it would just be hot seeing him covered in dirt, planting flowers. Like I want that! And I’m sure I’m not the only on.

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“Y/n,” Tommy called as he walked out into the garden. It was early morning, but as it was summer, the morning air was starting to warm up, making it a perfect time to enjoy the outdoors. Rounding a hedge, a small smile crept across his face when his eyes landed on his wife, kneeling in the tug up soil with a lily in her hand. “How’s the garden going?”

She turned to him, flashing him a sweet smile. He loved that smile, but he would never admit it. “Good. I’m going to pick some more plants up today, if that’s okay?”

He nodded and stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets. “You know you don’t need to ask me that, love. My money is your money.”

Their marriage wasn’t the most conventional one, seeing as how it was arranged to create an alliance between Y/n’s family and the Peaky Blinders. It was better than expected, though. Tommy and Y/n managed to get along, mainly because Y/n didn’t seem to have a mean bone in her body. She had been hesitant to trust him at first, but she was kind, always giving him a smile here and there. And they usually kept to themselves, at least Tommy made a point to in the beginning. He had a hard time with that after a while as he was always curious as to what she was getting up to. But Y/n was never bored, that he learned. If she wasn’t reading in the library, she was annoying the cook by baking in the kitchen, or trying to garden alongside the gardener. The only reason she was planting flowers was because the gardener had kicked her out of the greenhouse.

And as much as Tommy didn’t want to care about his wife, as much as he wanted it to just be a business arrangement, he could help but love seeing her doing the things she loved.

“Yeah, I know. Um, are you gonna be home for dinner?” she asked sheepishly, seeing he was dressed in a suit with one of his caps pulled lower over his forehead, ready to head to the office.

Tommy shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Tell Francis. That new cook gives her hell anytime he makes food for the both of us and I end up being the only one at diner.”

“I’ll let her know. Well, I gotta go,” he said, glancing down at his watch. “I’ll be home tonight.”

“Have a good day,’ she smiled before turning back to the plant in her hand.

Tommy turned on his heels, wishing he could kiss her goodby, but he’d never done that before. He hadn’t done anything with her, except kiss her on their wedding day months ago. They both slept in different rooms, drawing a clear line where their relationship stood. Tommy wished that line could be drawn in the sand and washed away. Glancing back at her form, he wished he hadn’t been so cold in the beginning because now all he wanted was her. A thought that he wished he could shake from his mind.

She would be the death of him, he was sure of it, as he hated leaving her each day.

*~~*~~*

A few hours later, in the afternoon, Tommy heard the phone ring out at Lizzie’s desk as he looked over one of the books. Polly swore the new employees were useless but Tommy wasn’t finding any of the mistakes she swore would be in there. If they kept up with the good work, Tommy would probably be able to leave on time for the first time in forever. His concentration was broken when the phone on his desk began to ring. He groaned before picking it up. “Hello,” he nearly barked with irritation.

“Mr. Shelby.” It was Francis and she sounded serious. He’d told her he wouldn’t be home for dinner, so there should have been no reason for the cook to bother her about it.

“Is something wrong, Francis?” He drummed the fingers of his free hand against his desk. With the large staff he had at the house, he was sure there was a number of things that could go wrong.

“Yes, it’s Mrs. Shelby, sir,” she said as Tommy sucked in a sharp breath. “She fainted out in the garden. She said not to worry you with it, but she looks clammy and probably should see a doctor, but she refuses to let me call one.”

Releasing a shaky breath, he swore under his breath. He should have brought her out some water or something. There was no shade where she had been working and if he wasn’t home, there probably wasn’t anyone who would try to get her to come in out of the heat.

“Mr. Shelby?”

“Um, I’ll be right there, Francis. Make her drink some water and I’ll talk to her about seeing a doctor,” he rushed, standing to fix the papers on his desk. When Francis agreed to the request, he hung up the phone, shoved a few papers under his arm before grabbing his coat off the rack.

“Where are you going?” Lizzie asked, startled, as he burst out of his office, fingers ceased on the typewriter in front of her as she stared up at him.

“Home. Tell Polly she’s in charge and the books have been looked over. They’re on my desk if she wants them,” he informed her, quickly descending the stairs before she could even get in a word.

*~~*~~*

Tommy arrived home in record time, aggressively navigating the streets. He didn’t want to know how many accidents he’d caused on the way home, but he was sure there were a couple. Jumping out of the car, quick strides carried him to the house as the door quickly opened, Francis appearing behind it.

“She’s in your office,” she said, shutting the door before leading the way.

He raised a brow, leaving his papers on a table in the hall. “Why isn’t she in bed?”

“It was closer, sir,” the maid shrugged and opened the door to his large office.

Y/n sat on the sofa with a cup of what he hoped was water in her hands. She glanced over at them, giving him a weak smile. “Thank you, Francis,” he said and turned to his wife once she’d left.

“I thought you weren’t going to be home until late,” she said when he fully entered the room, shutting the door behind him. Tommy didn’t respond, instead coming to stand in front of her. He rested the palm of his hand against her cheek, looking her over with concerned eyes.

He let out a sigh. “You know why I’m here, love. Wanna tell me what happened and why you didn’t want Francis to call me.”

She whined, falling back against the cushions. It was clear she thought the incident wouldn’t have to be mentioned to him if it weren’t for Francis. Tommy plucked the cup out of her hands, which happened to be full of tea, and placed it on the small coffee table beside the sofa. He walked over to his desk and leaned against it, eyes trained on her.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” she complained with a pout.

He folded his arms over his chest. “Then don’t act like a child. Now, spill it.”

“Nothing really happened. I was planting the new flowers I got. I stood to grab another tray and I fainted. That’s all there is to it.”

Tommy shook his head. “Then why wasn’t I supposed to know?”

Y/n groaned. “Oh, don’t act like I wasn’t going to tell you eventually. I… I just didn’t want to bother you at work,” she confessed. “You have more important things to deal with than this.”

“Excuse me,” he stared at her, eyes wide. “My wife collapsing in the heat is important. Don’t you ever go thinking my work is more important than you.” She nodded, eyes trained on the persian rug beneath her. “Now, I’m going to call a doctor.”

“No, no,” she waved him off, eyes darting up to meet his, and pushed herself off the soft cushions. She didn’t get very far before her legs started to shake.

“Hey.” Tommy rushed to her side and helped her back onto the sofa. “Just sit, would you?”

She huffed, glaring up at him. “I’m fine, Tommy. Really.”

But her husband wasn’t convinced as he shook his head. “No, you’re not. And even if you are, I would feel much better if a doctor was the one saying that.”

“Well, I don’t want to see a doctor,” she said firmly, folding her arms across her chest. “It would be a waste of money.”

Tommy clicked his tongue, looking her in the eye. A thought crossed his mind as he took in her posture. “Are… Are you afraid of doctors?”

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes before they sheepishly fell to the ground. “I wouldn’t say ‘afraid.’ I just don’t like them,” she whispered, hands falling into her lap.

Pushing himself off his desk, Tommy came over to her. Falling onto the sofa beside her, he grabbed one of her hands, giving it a squeeze. “You know you could have just said that,” he said, eyes trained on her face.

“But it’s silly.”

“It’s not silly to me, love,” he said softly. “Come here.” He gently pulled her into his lap. He’d never held her before, but it felt right as she rested her head against his shoulder. “Would it make you feel better if I stayed in the room?”

She hummed, before saying, “You won’t be lurking in the corner, will you?”

He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Only if you want me to.”

“Okay,” she finally said, snuggling closer.

*~~*~~*

A little while later Tommy called the doctor, who had told him exactly what he expected, that she hadn’t been drinking enough water and had spent too much time in the heat. Y/n may have been right, it wasn’t worth the money, but he knew she would be more willing to listen to him if a doctor agreed. Once the doctor had left, Tommy handed her a warm cup of tea that Francis had brought in. Y/n happily accepted it, sipping on the warm liquid.

“Does this mean I can’t finish planting the rest of the flowers?” she asked, looking up at her husband who was sitting at his desk.

He nodded, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. “Yes, it does.”

Y/n frowned, staring at the leaves in her tea. “But they need to be planted!” she complained.

“Not by you,” Tommy pointed out. “You heard the doctor, you are to rest and drink lots of water. There will be no gardening for you.”

“Tommy!” she whined with pleading eyes, but he held his ground. “Oh, you’re just out to kill my flowers,” she mumbled.

He rolled his eyes. “No, I’m not. You won’t be planting them, I will.”

Y/n raised a brow, taking a sip of her tea. “You don’t garden.”

“It doesn’t look hard,” he said with a shrug, but he was sure he’d be proven wrong. “You can sit in a chair, in the shade-” He emphasized the last bit. “-and watch, while I plant them. You can tell me exactly how you want it done and all that, but you will keep your arse in that chair and be drinking water.”

She wasn’t too happy about that, but nodded. It would be interesting to see Tommy gardening, she’d need to get a picture of it. “Okay, okay, Mr. Shelby. Have it your way.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Shelby. And I will be working from home the rest of the week,” he stated with a small smile.

Y/n chuckled, “Don’t tell me it’s to make sure I follow doctor’s orders.”

Tommy shrugged with a smile. He was sure Y/n would be a pain in the arse the rest of the week, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. It was about time he spent some quality time with his wife. He may be able to give her any material item she wanted, but she deserved better than that. And he would make sure she knew that. That was, of course, if he survived gardening.

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@wouldpollyapprove

Sat, 18 Sep 2021 15:01:47

Request: Hi, I love your writing! I’d like to request a luca changretta x reader based on 22. and 36. from the sad/angst prompts

Requested by Anonymous

Luca Changretta x Shelby!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Language, mention of violence, mention of blood, pregnancy

A/n: This might seem a little all over the place and not well thought out, but that’s because I had to write it while it was still fresh in my mind. I did really enjoy writing this though b/c I’ve been thinking of writing something like this for a long time. And I have only written for Luca once before this and I really want to write for him more not. Good thing I have one more Luca request.

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Walking down the hotel hallway, all Y/n could see was red as rage coursed through her body. She had a feeling it was a bad idea to accompany Luca to England, but she had been so excited to see her family again that she brushed it off. He didn’t even try to persuade her otherwise, not once he’d seen her bright smile at the idea. Now, she wished he had. She wished he would have done everything in his power to keep her in New York. But, no, he’d let her come along, lying to her the whole time about the true reason he had to come to England. And that pissed her off more than anything.

Y/n threw the door to their suite open, causing the two men Luca was talking to at the small desk to flinch. Her husband raised a brow, but made no move to do anything. “Out! Now!” she barked at the men. She felt guilty for yelling at them as they scurried out of the room, not even bothering to look at Luca, but at least they wouldn’t get the brunt of it. Once they were alone and the door was shut, Y/n glared at her husband. “What the fuck!”

“What’s wrong, my love?” he asked with concern, standing and slowly approaching her. There was only one thing he could think of that would upset her so much, but he’d made sure to keep that a tightly kept secret. And he wasn’t sure how she would find out as all the men were instructed not to say anything around her.

She rolled her eyes, walking away from him with a huff. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong, Luca? What’s wrong is you fucking lied to me! You lied to me! You lied about why we’re here and you keep lying about what you’re doing and where you’re going! And I just can’t fucking believe you right now,” she breathed, shaking her head.

“I know, I know, but can you just calm down? If not for me then for the baby?” he asked with pleading eyes as he took in her angry form. Y/n narrowed her eyes as she rested a hand against the growing bump. Their child would be lucky if they even knew their father at this point. Y/n was sure she’d end up killing him if he kept it up.

“Calm down, you want me to calm down? You’re trying to kill my fucking family and I’m supposed to be calm about it!?! Oh fuck you, Luca,” she seethed. She hadn’t even gotten the chance to go see them yet, any of them, always having to have lunch with one of Luca’s cousins or go shopping with a distant aunt, now she knew why.

Luca sighed, running a hand down his face. “Y/n, your brothers killed Angel! If I had done that they would be hunting me down! That’s how it is being a part of this life, you know that.”

She did know, she knew very well what it was like to be in that business, that was part of the reason she had moved to New York. And she should have known better than getting involved with the Changrettas, but Luca had promised to keep all of it out of the house and away from their growing family. And she should have known better when she was hesitant to even mention his name to her family. None of them even knew she was married, let alone to a Changretta. Had she mentioned it, she was sure it wouldn’t have changed anything. Her brothers were as thick as could be, always finding the stupidest ways to do things. And Luca, well, he was much the same. This would have probably happened anyway, but at least she would have been made aware of it.

“Why did you do it? Tell me,” Y/n demanded, taking a deep breath. She was starting to understand why her aunt hated men.

“Sit and I’ll explain it all.”

She shook her head. “No. I will stand right here while you fucking tell me or I’ll walk right out that door.”

“Where will you go?” Luca scoffed, hoping it was an empty threat. “I’m not sure your family will accept you with open arms right now. Not since you’re married to me.” He knew the words were sharp as knives, but she knew he had to follow through with this vendetta. It wasn’t the first one and it wouldn’t be the last. This was his job, his family, and he would do anything for them.

“Luca Changretta, I swear to god if you don’t tell me right now it won’t be my brothers that fucking kill. Tell me.” She glared at him. “Now!” she yelled when his lips refused to move.

He huffed, well aware that she would go through with her threat. “Okay, okay,” he started. Luca didn’t want to explain it all to his wife, he never liked talking about any of it with her, but she looked ready to kill, so he didn’t dare hold his tongue. And when he was done, she didn’t look any happier but she seemed to have calmed down. If that was as good as it was going to get, he was happy with it.

“That’s it?” she asked when he was finished.

“Yes, dear. That’s all of it,” he admitted, surprised she hadn’t ripped him a new one for trying to kill her brother and cousin.

Y/n hummed, taking a seat on the sofa. It was soft, probably full of down feathers or something, they’d have to get one for their house when they returned. That was if Luca returned at all. “Good. Now fix it,” she said, leaning against the soft cushions.

Luca looked at her with wide eyes. “Fix it? How do you expect me to do that? I’m not the only one in this family who wants to see the vendetta through.” He stared at her, waiting for a response. There was no way he could quit the job now, not with his family breathing down his neck.

“Well, that sounds more like your problem than mine.” She folded her hands across her chest. “And I’m family, aren’t I? I am your wife and these people you are trying to kill are my family. Don’t you think that’s wrong?”

“Yes, but they ki-”

“But nothing,” Y/n interrupted. “Angel wasn’t a good man, you know that and so do I. He would have died anyway, there is no doubt about that, and it would have likely been in prison.”

Luca sighed, going to sit across from her on the coffee table. She was right about that. Angel was lucky to have lived so long, but all the women in the family granted him mercy. There were plenty of times when an uncle or someone wanted to kill him for something he’d done. “Alright, alright. I can try, but that doesn’t mean anyone will listen to me. Okay? To them it is business and I don’t think they will just let it go,” he told her, hoping she would understand if things were out of his hands.

“Well, you can just remind them that the Shelbys are your wife’s family and that your wife happens to be pregnant,” she suggested with a smile. “I’m sure they’ll understand and maybe your family and mine can talk it out or some shit. I don’t know, but you will take care of it.”

Grumbling to himself, he nodded and stood. “I’ll see what I can do, okay?” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Stay here while I’m gone. I’ll try and sort things out.”

Y/n nodded as she watched him head toward the door.

*~~*~~*

Luca sighed as he approached the Garrison. He had decided against speaking with any of his family, they wouldn’t care since he had mentioned the Shelby’s were Y/n’s family before the vendetta had even been sent. That information hadn’t mattered to them, not when they knew she hadn’t spoken to them in a long time. Instead, he decided the best thing he could do was negotiate peace between the two families. His family trusted him and they would trust him to do this if that’s what they had decided. If anyone could manage peace between the two families, he assumed it would be him. His wife wouldn’t let him live if he didn’t.

The pub was empty when he entered except for a table in the middle of the room where Tommy, Arthur, and John sat. John looked all banged up from the attack on his house, but at least he was alive. He looked pissed, but alive. That was a blessing for both men. By the bar sat Y/n’s aunt, who Luca didn’t want to be left alone with. There was a young, tall man behind the bar, who was probably another brother, and a short one leaning against the counter with a cigarette between his lips.

“This is a very welcoming crowd,” Luca commented, his New York accent thick as he spoke. Taking a seat across from Tommy, he eyed the empty corners of the bar. He knew better than to trust a family like this. They would probably try and kill him as soon as he tried to blink. But it might be better than Y/n doing the same.

“It could be worse considering you’ve been trying to kill us,” John seethed, sounding just like his sister. Their angry faces looked eerily similar to the one he’d left in the hotel.

Luca sighed. He wasn’t sure how to apologize for that, but he was sure Y/n would make him do it later.

Tommy cocked his head, looking the man over. “Why did you want to meet with us?”

“As much as I’d like to kill you all, we are going to have to find a way to make peace,” he shrugged, flicking his eyes over each one. If any of them were shocked, they didn’t show it, probably thinking it was a bluff.

“Why? You tried to kill my brother and threatened my family,” Tommy shook his head.

Clenching his jaw, he hoped this was worth it as he tried to apologize. “Ah, yes, my apologies. But you know how it is. Family takes care of family. And Angel was my family.”

“And why are you wanting to end this now?” It was Polly who spoke, not buying a word of what he said. She didn’t see a reason to trust him, not when he’d threatened Michael.

He sighed, leaning against the back of his chair and took off his hat. “Because if I kill any of you my wife will kill me,” he confessed. The only reason he hadn’t mentioned the vendetta to her before was because he thought she’d kill him. “She’s very adamant that you all remain alive.”

Polly scoffed. “And why does she care?”

This was the moment Luca had been dreading. He knew the information would come out eventually, but he didn’t want to be in the room when it did. He wished he’d brought Y/n with him, it might not have made it all easier, but it would have saved him from having to explain himself once again.

“I’d rather not explain, but you can meet her if you’d like. It may help you understand,” he offered. That would probably be the easiest way to end all the blood shed, if they reunited with Y/n. “I’m unarmed and would rather not get blood on my new suit. There won’t be anyone else there but her, I swear.”

Tommy raised a brow, not thoroughly convinced, but they had more men than the Changrettas, so they would be fine if he was lying. “Fine, let’s go,” he said, standing. “Let’s hope this wife of yours is worth peace.”

Luca nodded. He hoped she would be to them because if not, he was sure he’d never know peace again. Not if he was married to a Shelby.

*~~*~~*

Luca didn’t bother to knock on the door before entering the suite, it was difficult for him to wait long enough for Y/n to respond when there was a gun against his ribs. He didn’t blame Tommy for not trusting him, he would have probably done the same, but it sent a little shock of panic through his body all the same. Scanning the sitting room, he found it empty and prayed that Y/n hadn’t gone out. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had, she was never one to listen to anything he said. His mother liked that about her, someone needed to go against Luca Changretta, it might teach him something, that’s what she thought. And boy, Luca sure was learning a lot.

“Y/n,” he called as Tommy shoved him further into the room to allow Arthur and John to slip in.

Shuffling came from the bedroom before he heard her sweet voice. “You better not be back prematurely. I swear to god, if you are-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he cut her off. “You’ll kill me. I haven’t forgotten about that.”

All three Shelbys froze at the exchange. They hadn’t expected Luca’s wife to have a Birmingham accent nor did they expect it to sound so familiar. Tommy loosened his grip on the gun, waiting for the door to open. He thought it was weird Luca wanted to end the vendetta, but apparently that wasn’t the weirdest thing that would happen that day.

“Then you talked to them,” Y/n said as the door clicked and slowly opened.

“My family, no. They will be dealt with later,” he said when she came into view, disappointed eyes landing on him. She opened her mouth to say something until she registered the three bodies behind him. Her eyes softened as she glanced between the three men. “I talked to your family instead.”

Tommy lowered the gun, placing it back in its holster. “What’s going on here?” he asked roughly. He didn’t mean to be rude about it, but he couldn’t quite fit the pieces together. Standing before him was his sister, who he hadn’t seen in years, clearly pregnant, and supposedly married to a Changretta. “What is this?” he demanded, confused.

Y/n rolled her eyes with a huff causing Luca to smile. He adored it when she was irritated, as long as she wasn’t irritated at him. “What does it fucking look like, Tommy?”

“You’re-” He gestured to her. In his mind she was still the little girl who liked to steal his shoes and throw pencils at John. The woman before him, she was something new to him.

“Pregnant?” She filled in the blanks. “Obviously.”

“And he’s your…” This time it was John who tried to ask a question but couldn’t find the words. This was the last thing any of them expected.

“Husband? Yes. And yes, he did try and kill you, which I only just found out about,” she said with a venomous smile directed towards her husband. “But he is very sorry about that. Aren’t you, Luca?”

He nodded, stepping away from the men. “Oh, yes, very sorry.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Right now he’s only sorry he got caught.” She glared at him. “But he’ll be very sorry later.”

“I’m confused,” Arthur spoke up. “How long have you two been married?”

“Two years,” Luca answered, falling into one of the arm chairs. He felt more at ease now that there wasn’t a gun pointed at him and the others were caught off guard. “Y/n.” He pointed at the chair. “Would you sit?” She wasn’t up for arguing about it and sat in the chair next to him. Ever since he found out she was pregnant, he was constantly on her about resting. “Let’s all just sit and talk this over.”

“Yes, because you just love talking things through,” Y/n remarked.

“Hey, that’s not fair. It was business and you don’t like hearing about it anyway.”

Tommy, Arthur, and John took a seat at the sofa as they watched the two bicker. They weren’t sure how to handle it, but it was interesting to watch. Y/n had always been one to pick fights and it seemed Luca was used to it and would fight back. Good for him, since her brothers usually just let her get her way, not wanting to fight too much.

“I wonder if they’re always like this,” John commented, nudging Arthur. His brother rolled his eyes, but it seemed like a much healthier relationship than he had with his wife. Y/n and Luca seemed to merely be teasing each other, nothing too harsh. If it were Linda and him, he was sure it would turn into a screaming match.

Y/n huffed at something Luca said, ignoring him as she turned to her brothers. “Why don’t we all have dinner tonight,” she emphasized the last bit as Luca tried to interject. “So, we can discuss this together.”

Tommy nodded. “That might be best,” he said, refusing to confess that he was left confused by the whole ordeal.

“Yes, how about 7? The hotel has a wonderful restaurant, we can eat there.”

The three nodded as they stood, still in shock from seeing their sister again. Each gave Y/n a hug before heading to the door. Luca made sure to walk them out as he wasn’t sure he wanted to be left alone with his wife for too long. He was sure she still wanted to kill him. He’d make sure to sleep with one eye open.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile when he returned. “Thank you for doing that, love. I know it hurt your pride, but I appreciate it.”

Luca shrugged, resting his hands on the arm of her chair as he leaned over her. “I’d do anything for you,” he said, kissing her. “Anything at all. Now, why don’t you take a bath before dinner?”

She smiled. “Only if you join me.”

*~~*~~*

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Wed, 15 Sep 2021 15:01:11

Requests: hiii, i’ve got a request. reader dating thomas shelby and she’s so much younger than him and she always feels a bit insecure and jealous when tommy is talking with these older women who are closer to his age (like maybe tommy is taking her to a party and tatiana is there) and tommy convinces her later after she told him what’s bothering her that he only wants her

can you write about the scene where tatiana tried to rile up the reader like she did with grace the charity event scene s3ep2? minus the “does your wife know the sapphire has been cursed by the gypsy”

Requested by Anonymous & Anonymous

Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Alcohol, language, jealousy, lil angst, nice fluff ending

A/n: I’m a little pissed since the second request was sent to one of my mutuals. We were both equally upset about it, but nonetheless I still accepted it. But please don’t send a request to me that you’ve also sent to other writers unless they have turned it down. On a different note, this isn’t my best work. I was struggling to write it and I’m not a huge fan of the beginning, but I do like the ending. So, enjoy.

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With a room filled with chatter, Y/n felt out of place. There she stood, near the corner, lips sealed tightly together as she watched the party around her. It wasn’t usual for her to be in the corner like a wallflower, but it seemed that was to be her place for the night. It wasn’t a horrible thing, she could drink her wine in peace and not have to make small talk. But it allowed her mind to graze over things in a different, unpleasant view.

From across the room, she spied her date, who like always, had abandoned her. Usually, Y/n didn’t mind as she knew Tommy was simply in business mode. He sought out potential business partners like predators sought out prey. She never gave it much thought and would usually find someone to talk to. Normally it was Polly who would also come along to such events. But at this certain party, Polly was nowhere to be found, something Y/n was sure had to do with Michael. Tommy hadn’t gone into detail, but Polly was beyond furious at the boy and seemed ready to kill when she’d gone home. A charity event wasn’t the place for an angry mother.

Tonight was much different than any normal event. Y/n stood alone while Tommy stood around a group of men, with a woman nearly hanging off his arm. Sucking in a breath, she tried not to think too much into it. Women loved Thomas Shelby, that was old news, and it appeared Tommy wasn’t giving her any thought. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t…

Brushing it off, Y/n stood straight, sipping on her wine. She had nothing to fear, not when Tommy was too focused on the conversation he was having with some factory owner, and certainly not when he hadn’t even cast an eye at the woman standing beside him. But then the woman’s lips moved, turning Tommy’s attention toward her and a faint smile painted his lips, causing Y/n choke on her wine.

Dear god, the woman had managed to get Thomas Shelby to smile, that was even a rare feat for his own girlfriend to even do.

A shaky breath escaped Y/n’s lips. There was no need to be jealous, he was just being polite, that’s what she told herself over and over again. There was no need to worry or think too much into it, but she found herself doing just that.

Y/n knew it was normal to be jealous sometimes or insecure, but she felt ashamed for such feelings when it came to Tommy. He wasn’t property, he wasn’t her’s, and she had no right to be territorial over him. But sometimes she couldn’t help it. And the jealousy that erupted anytime a woman approached him with hopeful eyes came from the insecurities that she buried deep inside.

Y/n and Tommy never discussed the age gap between them. Tommy believed there was nothing to discuss, but Y/n often felt otherwise. She was young, far too young for some when she mentioned who her boyfriend was. When people looked at Tommy, they saw a mature, older woman by his side, someone like Grace or Lizzie. A young woman, naive to many of the evils of the world, was not someone they placed next to a man like him.

Beliefs like those dug at her, making her wonder if she even deserved that position. She was young and less experienced in so many different ways than Tommy’s previous girlfriends. She didn’t have a tough exterior or ideas that could change the world. She wasn’t anything special and, to many people, she shouldn’t have caught Thomas Shelby’s eye.

Y/n wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but she had managed to drink four glasses of wine and stare daggers in the direction of her boyfriend. More and more of his attention was being given to the brunette by his side as her smile grew bigger and she couldn’t keep her hands off him. Who she wished to take down with her daggers, Y/n couldn’t tell, but both would be in the cross fires.

Before she could make up her mind, the burnette detached herself from Tommy, causing Y/n to brighten up. Finally the woman was leaving him to find some other man to seduce. Oh, but Y/n couldn’t get that lucky, could she? Not when the woman was walking straight towards her.

“Are you enjoying the party?” the woman asked in a Russian accent, coming to stand in front of her.

Swallowing, Y/n searched for an escape but there were none to be had. “Um… yes. Are you?”

The woman smiled upon hearing the hesitation in her answer. “Oh, yes. Your boyfriend is wonderful company.”

Biting the inside of her cheek, Y/n stared at the woman with wide eyes. She hadn’t expected her to be so up front about it. “Oh, yes, he is. May I ask who you are?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, but this woman seemed to know exactly who she was.

“Tatiana Petrovna. And it doesn’t seem to me like you’re wonderful company considering he practically fled as soon as he could get away.”

Tatiana was delighted to deliver the blow, Y/n could see it in her eyes, but did her best to avoid a reaction. Under her composed features, Y/n wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap the woman or applaud her for such forward words. “He’s a busy man, Tatiana, this is merely business to him.”

“I’m sure,” she hummed, turning her gaze toward the man in question. “I’m sure that’s what he’d like you to believe.”

“Excuse me?” Y/n asked, fingers tightening around her glass. If the woman kept it up, Y/n was sure the glass would end up in shards on the floor.

“Oh, you know how men are,” she said playfully, poking at any nerve she could find. “He probably makes everything seem like business, even when he’s fucking a whore. That’s all just business to him.”

She hummed, biting her tongue. Nothing good would come from making a scene. But maybe that’s what Tatiana wanted. Maybe she wanted to just get under Y/n’s skin in order to wiggle her way in between her and Tommy. Y/n couldn’t lie, this woman knew exactly what she was doing and Y/n feared that it would work. With her insecurities about their age gap and everyone’s expectations for Tommy’s love life, Y/n was already bottling up so much. This, whatever this was, might just be what would be enough to break the bottle.

“Don’t worry, though, I won’t fuck him if he asks. He’ll have to buy me a drink first.” Tatiana winked with a grin before walking away.

Y/n shook with anger as she sucked in a breath. Out of all the women she’d met, that one had to be the worst. Lizzie may have been jealous that Y/n was dating Tommy but she had never gone out of her way to say things such as that, and Y/n knew she had plenty of ammunition. Tatiana wasn’t a jealous woman after her man, that she could tell, she was a woman willing to play games to get what she wanted. She walked away like the world owed her something and she would trick it into giving it to her. That was a dangerous game, one Y/n didn’t want to play. Gulping the rest of her wine down, Y/n grabbed another off a platter as a waiter walked by, praying that Tommy would be ready to leave soon, fearing the woman would come back to torment her some more.

*~~*~~*

Tommy let out a tired sigh as soon as they reached the bedroom. It had been a long night and he was glad there was no reason for them to stay any longer than they had. He had also spied Y/n during the night with three different glasses of wine and had a feeling that she’d drank more than he’d seen. So, he decided it was best to go home before she drank too much and he’d have to carry her to the car. Undoing his tie, he glanced over at her sitting on the bed, struggling to undo her shoes. “Would you like some help with that, love?”

She shook her head, continuing to try and undo the strap. Eventually she got her shoes off and stood on shaky feet to go wash off her makeup.

“Y/n, sit down,” Tommy insisted, coming over to her side. All the wine she’d had was starting to get to her, making her eyelids heavy and her legs shaky. “I’ll get a washcloth.”

“No, no. I can do it,” she mumbled, not in the mood to talk to him. As much as she was glad to have left the party, that meant she would have to be alone with Tommy. After what Tatiana had said to her, she wasn’t so sure that was a good idea.

Shaking his head, he grabbed her elbow to help steady her. She’d fall on her face without his steady hand. “Let me help you then, I don’t want you to fall.” She didn’t argue as he led her to the bathroom or when he sat her on the toilet. Grabbing a washcloth, Tommy ran it under warm water before handing it to her. “Here.”

“Thank you,” she said, grabbing the cloth.

“Would you like a glass of water? It might make you feel better,” he suggested. “I’ll do it for you, love,” Tommy said gently, plucking the cloth from her hands when he saw her stare down at it without moving. She looked too tired to care who did it and he just wanted to get her to bed.

Gently, he ran the cloth over her face, making sure to get all of her makeup. When he was satisfied, he threw the rag in the sink and helped her to her feet. “Are you okay, Y/n?” It was a stupid question to ask taking into account she was clearly drunk. But behind the tired eyes and sluggish limbs, she looked sad, distant even.

She nodded, pushing past him, but didn’t get very far when he gently reached for her hand. “I’m fine, Tommy,” she insisted, slurring her words a bit.

Pulling her back to him, he shook his head. “No, you’re not. Please tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded, caressing her cheek. “Please.”

Avoiding his gaze, Y/n fell into him, letting him wrap her in his safe embrace. “Can’t we just go to bed?” she asked, voice muffled by his shirt.

“Sleep won’t solve every problem. Could you just tell me what’s wrong? Then we can go to bed.”

Y/n sighed. She didn’t want to talk about it, she just wanted to go to bed and forget about the whole thing. It was silly, anyway. It was just some stupid comments that only held meaning to her. Tommy would shrug them off like he normally did and that would be the end of it. It wouldn’t be worth mentioning in the end. “Just leave it, Tom.”

“Tell me, I don’t care what it is, just tell me,” Tommy whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

“It’s silly,” she confessed, sounding like a child.

Tommy chuckled. “I don’t care if it’s silly. If it bothers you, I care about it.”

She huffed, giving in. “Sometimes I get a little self conscious about us- No, no,” she restarted, looking up and seeing her boyfriend’s hurt expression. “Oh, Tommy, no. I… oh, I don’t know how to say this. That woman, Tatiana, she said some nasty things to me at the party.” Every word was still fresh in her ears, playing over and over again at the mention of her name.

Tommy seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at the mention of the brunette. “Hey, don’t listen to her. She always tries to get a rise out of people,” he tried to assure her. Tatiana was a pain to deal with, he should have known that she would find her way over to Y/n.

“No.” She pushed herself away from him. “It’s not just what she said. It’s fucking everyone! Everyone thinks I’m too young for you, too immature, too this or too that! Just not good enough!” she yelled. Taking a deep breath, she turned away from him. “And I try to ignore it all like you do. I really do, but sometimes I can’t.” Tears pricked her eyes as she faced him and said, “Sometimes I believe what they say. I mean, how can I be good enough for you when I care too much about other people’s opinions.”

Taken back by her words, Tommy was frozen, eyes trained on her until a sob filled the bathroom and tears rolled down her cheeks. “Y/n, hey-” He approached her carefully, afraid of being shoved away once more. “-that’s okay. It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with that,” he cooed, cupping her face and wiping the tears away with the pads of his thumb. “Look at me, baby. Look at me.”

Y/n flicked her eyes up to his, sniffling.

“I don’t care how old or young you are, do you hear me?” He paused, only continuing when she nodded. “I don’t care what anyone else has to say about our relationship. It’s ours not theirs, they can all fuck off. They can all fuck off because you are the only one I want, okay?”

“Okay,” she mumbled, leaning into his touch.

“And if anyone says anything like that to you again, you tell me. You don’t keep that to yourself, you tell me and I’ll take care of it.”

Y/n hummed before a yawn escaped her lips. “I’m sorry for not mentioning it.”

“Don’t be,” Tommy said. “You’ve told me and that’s all that matters now. We can get past this. And no more talking to Tatiana, eh?”

Y/n let out a small laugh. “Yeah, she’s bitch.”

That they could both agree on. “Alright, let’s get you to bed now,” Tommy said with a laugh. “Come on.” He shooed her into the bedroom. “I’m tired and you’re still drunk, so let’s go to bed.”

There was no way Y/n was going to disagree with that. She was exhausted both mentally and physically. At the next party Tommy tried to drag her to, she would make sure he didn’t leave her side. There was no way in hell she was going to get caught alone with Tatiana once again.

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Sun, 12 Sep 2021 15:01:31

Request: Hello! Ok so could you maybe write a blurb for Finn x reader when he notices that reader really likes dogs so he wants to get one as a present. But Finn doesn’t know anything about dogs. So who does he know that does like dogs and could probably help him get one? ALFIE!! I really just kinda want more Finn - Alfie interaction because I feel like out of all the Shelby brothers Finn would be the one Alfie could stand most (b/c he’s a bean) and it could be funny ❤️❤️

Requested by Anonymous

Finn Shelby x Reader

Warnings:None? Not edited

A/n: We need more Finn/Alfie interaction. Like honestly, these two would be hilarious if they were left in the same room together. This doesn’t have the reader any where in it, but I like it better without. And I can just imagine that Alfie owns any book there is about dogs and thinks of himself as an expert. I want to go adopt a dog with Alfie now.

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Finn knew your birthday was coming up and wanted to get you something you’d actually like.
He asked his family what he should get you just to get some kind of idea.
They weren’t helpful at all.
His brothers (read John) suggested sexual things, which Ada threw a fit over.
Polly told him to get you something simple, but meaningful.
And Michael ignored the question.
Finn was left with no straight answer and was quietly stressing over it. He wanted your gifted to be perfect, not something you’d pretend to be happy about.

Walking to your house one day, he walked past a kid with a dog in tow, which instantly sparked an idea.
There wasn’t a day that went by when you hadn’t mentioned that you wanted a dog. You always talked about it but had yet to get one.
Finn decided to change that.
He knew nothing about dogs, but he knew someone who did.
Asking Ada if he could stay at her house in London for a few days, Finn decided to go visit Alfie Solomons.
Alfie may have intimiated poor Finn, but he would at least be easier to deal with than his own family.
“There’s a kid here to see you,” Ollie informed Alfie, who was sitting at his desk.
“A kid?” Children rarely came around the bakery.
In shuffled Finn, redder than a tomato.
“That ain’t a kid, Ollie, that’s a Shelby.”
The two eyed each other, neither sure what to say, but Alfie finally broke the silence. “What does Tommy want?”
“Um… He doesn’t want anything.” There was silence. “I do.”
Alfie was a little taken back by that. He never expected to even have to deal with the youngest Shelby, let alone with it having nothing to do with Tommy.
“Why are you here then?” Alfie asked, stroking his beard.
Finn fidgeted a bit, feeling like he’d made a mistake. But he was already in London and already in front of Alfie, so there was no going back. “Tommy says you know a lot about dogs.” Alfie perked up when he heard that. “And I’m looking for a dog.”
“You? A dog?”
The Shelby family did not look like the type to put up with a dog or any animal for that matter.
“No,” he hesitated. “It’s for my girlfriend.”
“Oh,” Alfie drawled. He was a hopeless romantic at heart and loved the idea of giving someone a dog. “Okay, let’s go.”
Wide eyed, Finn followed right after him, unsure of where they were going. He followed Alfie all the way to some house on the other side of town.
“What is this place?” Finn asked, staring at the house.
“A place with dogs.”
“What does that mean?”
Alfie sighed. “It’s a rescue place. The woman here saves dogs from the bullet. She’s rather sweet and very protective over them, so don’t try anything.”
Finn was even more confused by that, but still followed him inside.
The woman showed them around, introducing them to a lot of well trained dogs as Alfie listed off the requirments. Finn wasn’t allowed to get a word out, but Alfie knew that they needed to find a dog that was sweet but could put up with the Shelbys.
“How about this one?”
A bit of humming. “No, no, it won’t do.”
What about-”
“Finn, your aunt may just eat that one alive.”
“Wh-”
“Labs are unacceptable. Don’t even look at them.”
It was a long process, one that Finn hated, but they did eventually find a dog that Alfie was satisfied with.
In the end, they walked out with a small lap dog that looked like a butterfly could push it over. But both were happy with it.
“If you need any help with the dog, training or supplies, just let me know. And don’t mention this to your brother.”
“Which one?”
“Any of them.”

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@wouldpollyapprove

Thu, 09 Sep 2021 15:01:37

I wish that when Polly visited Tommy in his dreams she had kicked his arse about not loving Charlie.

I hate how it’s because she didn’t love Charlie and only loved that fucker Ruby.

I hate how Charlie was only loved in season three.

I hate how Ruby still got carried when she was 7 because Charlie didn’t when he was that age. Charlie hasn’t been carried since he was two.

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@peakyblindersfangirl

Tue, 19 Apr 2022 18:30:57

The fact that Charlie would rather live with Lizzie than Tommy proves that Tommy has never loved him.

It upsets me so much because Tommy adores Ruby and has been an amazing dad to her.

I hate how he doesn’t adore Charlie the way he adores Ruby.

I hate how nobody loves Charlie.

I hate how Charlie was only loved in season three. After that nobody loved him or cared about him and he had to look after himself and he never had any toys.

I hate how he’s never had teddies like fuck face Ruby always has.