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Summary: Y/n is a new maid at Arrow House and can’t help but feel she isn’t doing what she was hired to. She was hired to make beds and dust, not run between Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, sitting with them, having tea, or helping them with paperwork. A conversation over dinner with one of the older maids helps bring her relationship with the couple into perspective.

Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader x Lizzie Stark

Word Count:2.5k

Warnings: Mention of sex, polyamory

A/n: I am so tempted to write a second part to this. I just love how this turned out and its leaving me wanting more. I wasn’t sure how to write this when I started, but I couldn’t contain myself when I was writing it. And I think, maybe, if I do write a second part that it might have a little smut. We’ll see I guess. Just let me what you guys think cause I’m loving this pairing and will definietly be writing more for it.

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Arrow House was a bustling place below the surface with maids running around while the cook yelled at their assistant to bring them this and that. There was always someone climbing the stairs and stoking the fires, someone dusting the paintings and fixing the light fixtures. The work may not have been exciting, but there was never a dull moment in the house. And there was certainly never a dull moment for Y/n.

She was a new maid, only working for the Shelbys for a couple months, and nothing she seemed to be doing could be found in the job description. She may have been young, but she had worked at another large estate house before working for the Shelbys. Her family had been employed by that family for years until they sold their estate. Y/n learned how to properly make a bed and serve tea while working there alongside her mother, who would have thrown a fit if she’d done any of it wrong. Y/n was maybe a little naive in thinking that the work would be the same at Arrow House.

She wasn’t sure if it was worth complaining about, but she found herself making beds and dusting less and less as the other maids took over those jobs and more time attending to the needs of Mr. and Mrs. Shelby. She’d run from one side of the house to the other as each asked for her. They never needed much, Mrs. Shelby usually just wanted to talk to her, learn more about her and how she was doing in the house, Mr. Shelby wouldn’t say much, but he’d make her drink a cup of tea with him before having her put away paperwork while he worked in his home office. Y/n never thought too much of it, she was sure most families had maids who did such things for them, but she could feel the eyes off the other maids on her any time she’d leave Mr. Shelby’s office or the sitting room that Mrs. Shelby usually sat in.

“What is your problem, Annabel?” Y/n barked, taking a seat at the servants dining table. She’d just left Mr. Shelby in his room, where she helped him into his dinner attire. There was supposed to be a dinner party tonight, all Mrs. Shelby’s idea. Y/n knew that Mr. Shelby could dress himself, but she also knew that some men had valets that helped them dress. If all he needed help with was dressing for rare dinner parties, then there was no need for a valet. But that didn’t mean one of the maids couldn’t help him.

Annabel shrugged, pushing around the food in front of her. The cook was only good at making one meal fit for the servants, stew, but he sure liked to try his hand at other things. Those things usually went uneaten. “Nothing, I just think it’s weird how the Shelbys always call on you,” she said honestly. Annabel wasn’t much older than Y/n, but she’d been a maid for a long time at many different homes and had never seen a family take such interest in one of their maids.

“There’s nothing weird about it,” she shook her head before glancing down at the plate in front of her. “They like me, that’s all. What is this?” She pointed to the brown paste on her plate.

“Don’t know, don’t wanna,” one of the older maids, Cora, remarked. “And it is weird, you fool. Of course they’ll have a favorite maid, but not one they call on just to chat or drink tea with. No one wants to do that with their servants just to be friendly.”

Y/n raised a brow, pushing her plate away from her. They would just have to eat some of the leftover tea biscuits . “I don’t understand. I’ve never done anything to make them do that and I don’t really like having to run from one to the other, if I’m to be honest.”

Cora smirked. “They probably like it.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” she demanded, knowing the statement meant something entirely to Cora as Annabel was equally confused.

The older woman shrugged, happy to have everyone’s attention. “Well, I don’t know about the Shelbys, but some couples like having a toy to play with. Oh, don’t act dumb, Y/n,” Cora rolled her eyes. “They are like cats and you’re the poor mouse they toss around. You should be lucky all you have to do is keep them company. There are some couples that want more than that.”

“What do you mean? What more could they want?”

“I can see why they like you,” Cora sighed. “You innocent little thing, I kinda feel bad for them. They probably don’t want to ruin you.”

“Cora!” Y/n whined, wishing she would just get to the point.

The woman waved her off. “Okay, okay. They just want sex, Y/n. That’s generally what they want. I doubt Mr. and Mrs. Shelby are any different, but you are. You’re naive and innocent.”

She nodded, leaning against the back of her chair. Though she was still a little confused, it made sense. She never understood why the two always wanted to see her. She’d never done anything to outshine the other maids. She was nothing special, always doing her work and keeping quiet, yet they still seemed to notice her. “What do I do?”

“Nothing, just be grateful you have a job,” Annabel told her.

“Oh, Annabel, shut up. You should be grateful you have a job, but you might be able to get more out of them since they like you so much,” Cora suggested.

Y/n frowned, she understood what Cora was saying, but the idea of using her employers made her feel guilty. They were kind to her, much kinder than her last employers. They treated her as an equal and made her feel wanted, which was more than she could say of the downstairs company. With how Cora explained it, it seemed like they were using her and it would only be fair to do the same, but Y/n wasn’t sure she could bring herself to do that. The more time she spent with them, the more she began to care for them. She used to fear any time they’d call for her, afraid they’d chew her up and spit her out, but now she carved being in their presences and missed them more than she should have when they’d leave for trips.

“You should talk to them. Even if you won’t ask them for anything, you could still figure out where you stand,” Cora said, giving her a reassuring smile upon seeing the conflict in her eyes. “Now, someone get the biscuits. I’m not eating this shit.”

*~~*~~*

Y/n popped her head into Mr. Shelby’s office as the door was left ajar. Mrs. Shelby sat on the sofa and Mr. Shelby was out in the hall talking with one of their guests as he saw the man out. Y/n cleared her throat to capture the woman’s attentioned. “You wanted to see me, Mrs. Shelby.”

“You are allowed to call me Lizzie, you know that,” she said with an amused smile. She seemed to have this conversation with the girl each time she called on her.

“Um, I know,” she said shyly, shuffling further into the room. “But I don’t think it would be right if I did.”

Lizzie raised a brow, she had never had a problem with it before when she would insist upon it. “Why is that?”

Y/n shrugged. “I’m just a maid. And it doesn’t seem fair when the others can’t.”

Shaking her head, her employer couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, sweets, you’re more than a maid to me and that’s why they can’t. They’re not you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, replaying Cora’s words over and over. She was glad at least someone was willing to lay it all out for her.

Before Lizzie could respond, the door creaked open as Tommy stepped into the room. “Bates is finally gone, never thought the man would leave,” he groaned, going over to the liquor cabinet. “What’s going on in here?” he asked, looking between the two women.

“I asked Y/n to come join us for a drink, do you have a problem with that?” she asked her husband, who had just opened a new bottle of whiskey.

He shrugged, grabbing three glasses. “Not at all.”

“Good,” Lizzie smiled. “Y/n, please sit, relax a little. I think there is something we all need to discuss,” she said, patting the cushion next to her.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, but took a seat anyway. She knew they wouldn’t be mad if she chose not to, if she chose to go back to her room, but she didn’t like the idea of disappointing them. And she was curious to find out what it was Lizzie wanted to talk about.

With two full glasses, Tommy rounded the sofa, handing one to Lizzie before handing the other to Y/n. She stared at it for a moment, she’d never drank whiskey before. No one in her family drank and she’d never been one to visit pubs. “It will burn a bit,” he admitted, running a finger along her jawline before tilting her head up. “Just try a sip, sweetheart.”

She nodded, taking a small sip as she felt his eyes on her. It tasted different, new on her tongue before it slid smoothly down her throat, leaving it burning and wanting more.

Satisfied, Tommy fetched his own glass and fell into an armchair beside them. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No,” Y/n shook her head.

“Lizzie,” Tommy turned his attention to his wife. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

She smiled, glad they could finally get to business. “I think it’s time we stopped toying with poor Y/n. She looks absolutely exhausted from being at our beck and call.”

Y/n sucked in a breath, staring at the amber liquid in her glass. She was going to be fired, that’s what this was about. They were tired of her already and why would they keep her on as a maid after that? Like Cora said, she was innocent and maybe that was off putting to them, making her too much work if they wanted anything else from her. It was almost laughable considering most people liked her innocence. She wasn’t one anyone ever worried about because of it.

“Oh,” Tommy drawled. “Just have her go back to cleaning then?” He didn’t sound too pleased about it as he shook his head. Y/n couldn’t help but glance between the two. She hoped his tone didn’t mean he wanted her sacked.

His wife shook her head, brown curls bouncing about. “No, no. That’s not what I was getting at. I think it might be better for all of us if we are honest about our relationship,” she suggested.

He nodded, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Go on then.”

Lizzie turned to Y/n, setting her glass on the small coffee table in front of them. “Listen, Y/n, I know this has all been really confusing for you and what you’ve been doing for us isn’t what you were hired for. I think it might be time to establish what is going on here.”

“And what is that?” she asked, more confused than ever.

“Oh, she’s adorable,” Tommy chuckled, catching her attention. Y/n frowned, knowing he was poking fun at her innocence. “You know we both are attracted to you. Even a nun could see that. Why do you think Lizzie has you drink tea with her and sits a little too close? Or why I ask you to help dress me for dinners when you know I can manage just fine on my own? We like you close, so we ask you to do this or that for us. Anything that we think you’d be comfortable doing.”

She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat as she felt their eyes on her. “O-okay. Um, why are you telling me this now?” she asked, gripping her glass tighter.

He shrugged with a grin. “Because we know you feel the same.”

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up at his words, wishing she could flee the room. “I-”

“It’s alright, sweetheart, nothing to be ashamed of,” he told her. “We could make this work if you want. But only if you want.”

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. She wasn’t sure what exactly he was proposing, but she wanted to accept. She really didn’t care what they were asking of her, she would do anything they asked. If they asked her to jump, she was sure she’d ask how high. “I, um, don’t know. I’ve never done anything, anything at all like this. It would… I’m not experienced and I don’t want to be a disappointment. I-”

“Hey, hey, enough of that,” Lizzie interrupted, fearing she’d continue on with her ramble if no one stopped her. “That doesn’t matter, not right now. We can teach you anything you want to know and we can go at your pace. We don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, okay?” she asked with a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/n nodded with a small smile. “But-”

“Come here,” Tommy cooed, setting his glass down. Hesitantly, she placed her glass on the coffee table and came to stand in front of him. “No more of that,” he said soothingly, pulling her on to his lap. “If you don’t want this, that’s fine. We won’t be mad,” he said as she snuggled into his chest. It felt right to be so close to him, soaking in his warmth. “We will go at your pace, you know that, right? We care about you and we won’t do anything to hurt you.”

“Okay,” she mumbled.

Lizzie stood with a smile. “We can talk about this more in the morning,” she said, caressing Y/n’s cheek. “But now we should get you to bed, you look tired.”

She nodded, holding back a yawn. She had been up since the early house of the morning polishing all the silver before tending to other chores.

Lizzie helped her to her feet. “There’s a nice warm bed upstairs calling your name,” she smiled, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s waist.

“But I sleep downstairs.”

“Not anymore,” she whispered. “We can talk about that all tomorrow. I’ll be right back, Tommy.” He nodded as the two walked out of the room.

The pair ended up in one of the guest bedrooms. It was twice the size of Y/n’s room downstairs and much nicer. To her, it was like a room at Buckingham Place, but it was just an ordinary room to Lizzie. When Y/n was tucked under the covers, eyes drowsy, Lizzie gave her a smile before kissing her forehead. “In the morning, come eat breakfast with us. We can talk this all over then, okay?”

Y/n nodded, mumbling, “M’kay.”

“Goodnight, sweets.”

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