happy birthday, baby

Thomas always wanted you, ever since you were a cute and naive girl. Since you walked through the town in your flowered dress, which gently rose up every time you ran or played. Or since when you visited his house, looking for his sister Ada to play or do homework. 

Outcast

Request: Hi! Can I request number 5 and 15 from your Fluff list with Cillian please? Reader has been friends with Cillian for years and they have been secretly in love with each other, but didn’t want to ruin their friendship. Reader is an actress as well and because of their busy careers they haven’t been able to see each other that much. Now they’ve both been casted for Peaky Blinders. I hope this makes sense haha. Love your fics!

Requested by Anonymous

Cillian Murphy x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language??? mention of drugs and alcohol

A/N: The ending is rushed like all my other fics. This also may not make much sense cause I’m not in the mood to go through and edit it. Y’all should just be impressed with how long this fic is. I had no inspiration to write and decides to start this fic and somehow I ended up writing over 2 thousand words. That’s impressive for me. I’m lazy when it comes to writing.

Masterlist 

Y/n grumbled as the makeup artist finished her foundation. Though they were on set of a historical drama, the amount of makeup the women had to wear was ridiculous. But every day, Y/n sat through the process as her face was caked in creams and powders. There wasn’t much else she could do. She wasn’t like the rest of the cast who had been there since season one and could easily talk the director into anything. She was the newbie, essentially, the outcast. 

Peaky Blinders was heading into its fourth season and it wasn’t hard to see how happy the cast were to be back together. There was never a moment when she didn’t see them all smiling when they were around each other. But their smiles would wavier when Y/n walked near. She understood as much as it hurt, even when her long time friend, Cillian, did the same.

Like so many in the industry, Y/n burned out just a few films in. She’d starred in her first movie when she was only 18, a dream come true. But some that dream turned into a nightmare. Her manager was greedy and driven only by the sight of money. Soon, she was doing film after film, starring in tv shows every now and then, but there was never any time for a break with the schedule she was given. And, without a proper support system, she fell off the tracks and found comfort in drugs and alcohol. Y/n was ashamed of the path she’d been lead down but never had it in her to stop. Why stop when the high feels so good? For a while, her manager and publicist were good about keeping it out of the media, she was a shining star and they didn’t want something like that to cause her to crash down to earth. But all efforts were in vain and soon the world knew.

Keep reading

Don’t Go

Summary: Y/n and Arthur’s relationship wasn’t one that anyone talked about, she was married and he was a Peaky Blinder. As forbidden as the romance seemed, they loved each other more than they could ever express. But what was unknown to everyone, was that Y/n’s marriage was no bed of roses and life at home was a nightmare. That comes to light, though, when she shows up at Polly’s all black and blue.

Request: Can you write one with Arthur - 8, fluff from the prompt list? Where Arthur is the one asked to stay, him having thoughts of being incapable to calm somebody else while being emotional himself in the situation.

Requested by @kotkameow

Arthur Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: language, domestic abuse

A/n: This turned out real well, not as long as I wanted it to be but I’m happy nonetheless. Requests for oneshots are still closed but feel free to request gif imagines, headcanons, and/or prefrence. I should have those out quickly.

Masterlist

Blood poured out of the cut in her lip, the room spinning around her while she tried to push herself off the floor. She winced once weight was put on her feet, the adrenaline that had been in her system moments ago dwindling. 

Only an hour ago she had returned home from work. And only an hour ago her life hadn’t been complete hell. 

Y/n worked at the Shelby’s betting shop, mostly doing numbers as she had always been good at math. It wasn’t an ideal job in her mind, but once her husband lost his job at the bank, she was forced to find work to stay afloat. You would never hear her complain though. 

Working for the Shelby’s had its ups and downs, but she loved the job. Perhaps it was the fact that it kept her busy or perhaps it was the fact that she’d developed a rather personal relationship with her boss’s brother. But no matter, it was always better to be anywhere than home. 

Y/n’s husband wasn’t a violent man when she first married him. He was gentle, but never very loving. His work, his money, always meant more to him than anything in the world. Jim came from a wealthy family, one linked to the long-gone French monarchy, but that didn’t make him a gentleman. Y/n wasn’t aware of what her husband had done, but he’d done something bad enough to get him stripped of all his family’s money. So, he practically hoarded all the money that came into the house. Once he lost his job though, that’s when things started to go downhill. 

The first time he raised a hand to her was when their plumbing needed repairing and it cost more than Jim liked. What was Y/n to do, though? She wanted running water and didn’t care how much it would cost. But Jim cared. He always cared about the money that was spent and made sure Y/n knew it. Her husband became so angered by her spending, mostly over household items, that she started to save away a quarter of her paycheck to buy things that she needed for the house. 

It had never been bad, though. A bruise on her arm or cheek that would fade in a day. It was never more than that. His violent bursts were easy to conceal under the sleeve of a dress or a bit of vouge and for that she was thankful. She never wanted people to look at her, pity in their eyes, for what she dealt with at home. Y/n knew she was one of the lucky ones. Most women with abusive husbands had more wounds than she. She also knew that luck always ran out, just never expected her’s would run out so soon.

But one day, Jim had completely lost it. 

Being a fool, he thought it a great idea to put all his money in during a game of poker. Jim wasn’t one to gamble, he knew nothing when it came to cards, yet he wanted to test his luck. Turns out the man was clean out and ended the game with a few small coins to his name. When he came home, Y/n was cleaning the kitchen, about to start dinner when he started yelling at her. 

Leaning against the kitchen table, Y/n brought a shaking hand up to her lip, moving it away to see blood-covered fingers. She sighed as tears started to roll down her cheeks. What was she supposed to do now? Jim had stormed out of the house once he was finished beating her, but she knew he would return, likely drunk. 

In fear of his return, Y/n fetched her coat and slipped out the front door. Her face was black and blue, she knew, with cuts littering it from the rings Jim wore and that was likely how the rest of her body looked. She couldn’t look, though, not at the damage done. It made her feel weak, trapped in an unhappy marriage that would probably end in blood.

Y/n didn’t care much about her appearence once out on the streets of Birmingham. It was near 7 o’clock, most people would be in their homes, so she didn’t really care who saw her stumble down the street. Those on the street were men getting heading to the factories or children scavenging for food. None of them would even bother to glance at her, let alone ask any questions.

Anywhere was safer than home,she repeated the words like a mantra. Over and over to help calm her down. 

It was starting to get cold, a slight breeze sweeping between the buildings when Y/n came upon Polly’s house. She didn’t want to be a burden on anyone, but she was freezing and exhausted, home was far behind her and she refused to turn back. Her knuckles brushed against the door, fear bubbling up over the fact Polly might be home. After a minute or two, she heard shuffling and then the sound of a lock click before the door opened to expose the home’s owner. 

“Y/n,” Polly exclaimed, looking the girl over. Shock in her eyes, she frowned. “Come inside-” she grabbed her by the arm and gently pulled her in. Once inside with the door shut behind them, Polly finally asked, “What happened?”

Y/n shook her head, not willing to expose the secret she’d kept so guarded. Polly gave her a sympathetic smile and guided her into a chair at the kitchen table. The older woman then put on a pot of water and grabbed two cups out of the cupboard. 

“How long has this been going on?” she asked, pouring the hot tea into the cups.

She bit her lip, tears threatened to spill once again, taking a cup out of Polly’s outstretched hand. “A while, I guess.” A sigh escaped her after taking a sip of the warm beverage. “It’s never been this bad, though.” She choked on her words, a single tear sliding down her cheek. “But it’s always been over money.”

Polly shook her head, men were the downfall of the world. “Does Arthur know?”

“No.”

God, he was the last person she wanted to know, but the first person she wanted to run to. She couldn’t risk him seeing her in a different light, though. Seeing her as weak and small. Y/n was more than that she knew but didn’t appear that way covered in bruises. What would Arthur do anyway? He would only want to kill Jim, not what Y/n was looking for at that moment. 

“Let’s clean you up, dear,” she said tenderly, reminding Y/n of her mother. 

Standing up, Polly grabbed a washcloth and turned the faucet on, once tamp she wrung it out and brought it to the table. “It’s gonna sting, okay?” Y/n nodded before Polly placed the damp cloth against her skin, wiping the dried blood away. The two fell into peaceful silence before the front door opened, hitting the wall, and loud voices carried down to the kitchen. 

“I don’t see why I can’t,” John grumbled loudly, entering the kitchen. He was the first to lay eyes on the pair of women, quickly falling silent. Tommy and Arthur were right behind him, bumping into their younger brother, too involved in their conversation to see what had to stop him. 

“Fucking move,” Tommy shouted at him, shoving him out of the way. He was about to yell once more before his eyes fell on Y/n and the bruises that covered her face. 

Then Arthur saw her.

He didn’t say anything as he looked her over. He didn’t know what to say. His eyes quickly found something else to look at as Y/n made eye contact with him. Shame and embarrassment were evident in her eyes.

“What happened?” Tommy inquired, coming closer to the table. 

Polly stood, facing her nephew. “Nothing, now go. Out,” she tried to wave them out of the room.

John nodded, motioning to his brothers that he would be outside. It didn’t look like something he wanted to be involved in just yet, especially if Polly didn’t want them in the house. That woman was scary and he knew better than his brothers to make his aunt angry.

“That means you two as well,” Polly pointed at Tommy and Arthur. “Out.”

Tommy sighed and told Polly that they’d talk bout it later. “Come one, Arthur.” He patted his brother’s shoulder as he passed by him. 

Arthur turned to follow his brother outside when a hand clasped around his wrist. The man turned, hair falling in front of his eyes, to see Y/n looking up at him with tears in her eyes. 

“Stay. Please,” her voice was hoarse when she spoke, instantly reaching for her cup of tea when she finished.

Arthur just stood there, frozen. He had never been good with his own emotions, so how was he supposed to help someone with their own? Y/n looked like shit, worse than shit actually. But what could he do? What did she want him to do? The two were intimate but it never went further than bedroom activities. He wanted it to be more than that but she was married. 

“I-I,” he stuttered, unsure of what he should be doing. Tommy gave up waiting for his brother and went out to see where John went. 

Polly walked over to her nephew, handing him the washcloth. “Help clean her up, okay? She’ll be fine, you just gotta help her.”

He nodded, taking the cloth from her. Kneeling in front of Y/n, he took her hands in his and gave them a squeeze. “I got you, Y/n, I got you.”

Y/n gave him a weak smile as Polly left the room to give them some privacy. “I know.”

“Did Jim do this to you?” he asked, anger starting to build up. Arthur took a deep breath, doing his best to calm himself down. The last thing Y/n needed was for him to get angry.

She looked away, instead focusing on her cup of tea. 

“It’s okay, love.” He dapped a small cut under her lip. “You should have told me.”

Leaning into his touch, she nodded. “I don’t wanna go home, Arthur. I can’t.”

His heart broke at her plea. He never wanted to hear her so broken. Y/n was always the happiest person at the shop, never had he expected her to ever be in this position. “You can stay with me if you want.”

She nodded, “I’d like that very much.”

Arthur tossed the washcloth on the table and wrapped her in an embrace, kissing her forehead. “I’ll make sure this never happens ever again.”

*~~*~~*

Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist.

@amirahiddleston @haphazardhufflepuff @woahitslucyylu @mzcrazy2 @lovemissyhoneybee  @multi-fandom-iimagines

Walk Along The Street

Request: Hi can you please do one with John pre season 1 and Martha wasn’t around. Reader is super annoying and follows him around every where because she’s in love and she been doing it for a while, John always telling her to leave him alone but reader never does and one day he snaps and is like piss off so the reader finally does and he realizes that he actually likes having her around and stuff. Super fluff

Requested by Anonymous

John Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Language, alcohol

A/N: I wrote this without much thought so I don’t know how good it is. I’ve kinda given up with school and am just waiting for it to end at this point. Requests are still open and I’ve decided to write for Gangs of London just because I love Joe Cole. 

Masterlist

John let out a sigh when he caught a light blue dress out of the corner of his eyes. He didn’t have to turn away from the conversation he was having with Arthur to know who was coming down the street. It was the same person that always seemed to be around every corner and always right in the way. If he were to be honest, it was fucking annoying.

“What are ya lookin’ at?” Arthur barked upon noticing his brother was no longer paying attention, instead staring at the brick wall behind them. 

He shook his head, brushing off the question. If he paid any attention to the woman walking toward them, she would only linger longer than he wanted. “Nothing, nothing.”

“Good, Tommy wants ta talk to ya at the Garrison”

Of course, he did. Tommy always wanted to talk to him. It was never about anything important, just nonsense things he didn’t want to do himself. “Alright, don’t wait for me,” he grumbled and turned on his heel.

John didn’t get far, Arthur entering the betting shop behind him, before the blue dress came into view once more, this time right beside him.

“Good morning, John!” Y/n’s cheery voice floated through the air. With little to do that morning, she jumped in step beside him, something that wasn’t uncommon. Her hands held together by her chest, she played with her fingers as she smiled up at him.

Rolling his eyes, John said, “Yeah, good mornin’.” It was clear he wasn’t in the best mood, but that was alright. Y/n was happy enough for the both of them.

There was silence for a while. John wished he could escape the girl, but she was everywhere. No matter where he went, what part of town it was, it seemed she was always there. Y/n was like a lost puppy. It was cute at the beginning, but now… now he wanted to throw her in the canal.

“Don’t you have something better to do?” John questioned, his destination coming into sight, a safe haven in his eyes. She shook her head, smiling at him. He groaned, why would she have something to do? “Can’t you find something?”

“What’s there to do this early in the morning, John? Half the city’s still asleep,” she laughed, playfully hitting him on the shoulder. 

He was saved from having to answer her question when they reached the Garrison steps, the place Tommy was having all his meetings for the day. “I have to go.” Y/n wasn’t given time to respond as John fled behind the pub’s doors.

John felt like he could finally breathe, away from her presence, his shoulders relaxing as he entered his family’s private room. He took his long overcoat off and threw it on an empty chair then dropped himself into the chair opposite of his brother.

“Rough morning” Tommy stated with a raised brow. 

His brother shook his head, not even sure where to begin. “It’s fucking Y/n,” he sighed. “She’s everywhere. It’s fucking annoying.”

That earned an eye roll from Tommy as he asked the bartender for two glasses and a bottle of whiskey through the small window. When his request was filled and the drinks were poured, he handed a glass over to his brother, who clearly needed it. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked after John had downed all that was in the glass.

The man shrugged. What was there for him to do? He didn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her to fuck off. By doing that, she’d probably cry and run to her mother, who would no doubt tell Polly. And John didn’t need his ass beat by his aunt, so that was off the table. To him, there seemed to be nothing he could do but let her leave on her own. 

“Just tell her off,” his brother suggested.

John shook his head, “No, I don’t wanna hurt her feelings.” Looking up from his empty glass, he glared at the smug smile his brother gave him. “What?”

“You like her, don’t you?”

“No, I-” John grumbled before he was interrupted.

“Your temper isn’t easy to hide when your pissed off,” Tommy commented and took a sip of his whiskey. “If you didn’t care about her, if you didn’t like her, she would be long gone by now.”

His eyes dropped to the ground, perhaps he did feel something for her. John hadn’t realized it was that obvious, but Tommy picked up on even the little things. The one thing his brother didn’t realize, though, was that he couldn’t bring himself to act on his feels. He couldn’t face bringing another woman into his life after Martha. Whether it was love or lust when it came to his late wife was a mystery, but he couldn’t simply let her go. Not when he slept in the bed they once shared and saw her face in their children, who ran through the house like wild dogs.

“Do what you will, John, no one can stop you.”

*~~*~~*

A few days later, John did the last thing he wanted to do. 

He told himself that Y/n would get bored of him and find someone that gave her all the attention she deserved. But there he was, walking home from Polly’s when she appeared by his side. 

“It’s lovely weather today,” Y/n mused, gazing at the clear sky above. “I was told it was supposed to rain. Glad it didn’t.”

Something about the way she talked, how happy her voice was, how soft her presence was, coupled with the stress his family had put him under, set the man beside her off. John couldn’t handle the way his heartbeat around her, the rhythm it created, like a symphony. All he wanted was to feel nothing. He didn’t deserve love after all he’d done, at war and on the streets of Birmingham. 

He didn’t deserve her.

“Would you go home, Y/n?” John asked aggressively. It wasn’t meant to come out so harsh, but the damage was done when he saw her smile fall.

“Why?”

He sighed, “Because I’m sick and tired of you following me around like a fucking lost dog!” His voice echoed between the buildings as he threw his hands in the air. “Go find someone else to stalk!”

There were no tears like the man assumed would be streaming down her face. Instead, Y/n stood a little straighter, giving him a curt goodbye, before she turned in the opposite direction. There would be no tears over a man, no, she couldn’t have that. Not when she’d wasted so many on others that had broken her heart. 

John hadn’t broken her heart, no. She’d broken it herself by getting her hopes up. By thinking that something, anything, would happen. What happened, in the end, was nothing but an outcome she hadn’t expected. 

Y/n walked home, trying to keep herself together. She never meant to follow John around, it just happened that since they lived in the same area that their paths crossed all the time. After a few interactions, her heart overruled her brain, and she started to develop feelings for the man. Her parents didn’t approve when she’d confessed it to them as the Shelby’s were gypsies but she didn’t care. 

So, whenever she saw John, she took it upon herself to get to know him better. Y/n was friendly, polite. Rarely did she flirt with him, believing that it would be enough if they became friends. It was clear John didn’t understand that.

*~~*~~*

“What’s wrong with him?” Polly gestured to John, who sat in the corner of the Garrison feeling sorry for himself. 

Tommy glanced over at his brother and shook his head. “He told Y/n to fuck off and now he’s kicking himself for it.”

Polly scoffed, what idiots had she raised? “Let him suffer then. He deserves it for running a sweet girl like her off.”

And that is indeed what Tommy intended to do. 

John sat in the corner all night, a bottle of whiskey by his side, as he tried to drown his sorrows. It didn’t work. With each swig of the bottle, the words he’d said to her blared in his ears. Why was he such a fucking fool? He liked her, he fucking liked her and instead of admitting his feelings, he yelled at her. What was wrong with him?

It had been nearly a week since he’d last talked, more like yelled, at her. Walking down the street was now a challenge as he felt lost without her by his side. His days were darker without her bubbly personality and he didn’t know how much longer he could live without her.

The next morning when John sobered up and downed a pot of coffee, he set out to Y/n’s house. He felt guilty for all that he’d done and knew if he didn’t fix it, it would start to eat him alive. With that in mind, he quickened his pace, practically running between the people on the street. It didn’t matter what she said, whether she accepted his apology with open arms or a closing door, he had to let her know her love was not in vain. 

Out of breath, John walked up to her door, hesitant to knock. Just as his knuckles made contact with the hardwood, the door opened. Y/n let out a small squeal, bumping into the man, it was clear she wasn’t expecting anyone to be there. Taking a step back into the house, her eyes were cold as she glared at him. 

John swallowed down his pride. He didn’t have to say anything to her, let her feel heartbroken as long as she wanted, but that wouldn’t make him feel any better. “Y/n, I-”

She raised a hand, stopping him before he could start. “I don’t want to hear it, John. I don’t want to hear your apology because you’ll just get annoyed with me later on down the road.” There was no warmth to her as if it’d been crushed when he told her off. 

“Please, Y/n,” John begged. When she said nothing in response, simply folded her arms across her chest, he continued. “I know I shouldn’t have said what I did, I’ve been kicking myself for it every fucking day!” She scuffed. “I was annoyed and angry and I’m sorry I took that out on you. I’m sorry, can you forgive me… please.”

Y/n thought for a minute, letting silence fall between them. It wouldn’t be hard to accept his apology, not with the sadness that flickered in his eyes or the way his bottom lip trembled as it waited for her answer. It was shockingly clear in that moment how different he was from the rest of his family. John let his emotions take the reins, controlling his actions. He was human, touched by the tragedies around him, and was unafraid to let the world know how he felt. 

Playing with her fingers, she met his eye. “I forgive you, but I suggest you get that temper of your’s in check,” she answered, a slight smile tugged at her lips.

No matter the words, a giant smile spread across his face, eyes lighting up at that fact he wasn’t turned away. “Can I take you to dinner then? To make up for lost time?”

As much as she wanted to say no, the words refused to form. Nodding, she smiled. “As long as there’s no yelling.”

*~~*~~*

Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist.

@amirahiddleston @haphazardhufflepuff @woahitslucyylu @mzcrazy2 @lovemissyhoneybee @multi-fandom-iimagines @tarafaithe @jenepleurepasbaby @fernweh-fangirl @the-anxious-youth @theshelbyclan @wtfdanness @chloeforde @futuristicslimemongerbanana @lucillethings

Just the Nanny

Summary: Tommy hires Y/n to take care of John’s kids to give him another reason to not marry Lizzie. John isn’t too thrilled about it, but as he spends more time with the new nanny, he starts to like her more than he thought. And he’s suddenly glad that he didn’t but a ring on Lizzie’s finger when Y/n and the kids force him to go on a picnic when he gets a day off.

Request: for John humor 18. “Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

Requested by Anonymous

John Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Language

A/N: I love John around his kids, it’s so cute. I was watching Skins while writing this and the relationship between Emily and Namoi just hit me in my feels and I really wanna write Ada Shelby x reader now. Anyway, this is kinds short, but it’s whatever. Hope you guys enjoy.

Masterlist

John smiled at the sight in front of him, his children gathered around the kitchen table, helping Y/n put food in the picnic basket that sat on the table. The smile that Y/n gave the children melted his heart, making the man wish that she was more than just their nanny. 

He hadn’t been keen on the idea of having a nanny. What good would it be to have a stranger in his home, looking after his children? Sure, they ran circles around him, but he’d rather have someone he knew watch after them. And that’s why he went to Tommy, seeking his blessing to marry Lizzie. Not only would his children be around a familiar face, but John would once again share his bed with the same person each night. When no blessing was given, Tommy suggested the idea of a nanny, explaining that the children needed a mother and not a whore in their lives. 

And that is how Y/n ended up at John’s door one early morning. 

All bundled up in her thick winter coat, she bounced on her feet while she waited for John to open the door. Tommy hadn’t told her too much about, just that the household needed a womanly touch. She didn’t have the slightest clue what she was getting into, but Y/n needed the money so she didn’t hesitate to say yes.

The door opened, exposing the home’s owner, who was half awake. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Your brother hired me to watch your kids,” she informed him, waiting to be let into the warm house.

“Of course he did,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. Seeing her shiver, John opened the door further and gestured for her to come inside. Once out of the cold, Y/n told her coat off, placing it on a coat hook as John led her to the kitchen, muttering about how he didn’t want a nanny. “There’s tea in the kettle-” He pointed to the pot that sat on the stove. “-and there’s bread over there.” His finger moved to the bread box that was next to the icebox. “It’s fresh, Polly brought it over yesterday.”

Y/n nodded, taking in the mess around her. Dirty plates and cups were piled up in the sink and jam was spread along the counter. On the floor, toys were scattered about, a tripping hazard no doubt for anyone that wasn’t paying attention. Tommy wasn’t kidding when he said John’s children ran the place. It was clear the man was in over his head. 

“Is there anything you want the kids to do today?”

“Clean this fucking place,” he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. “It’s a fuckin’ mess because of ‘em. And they created it so they’re gonna clean it.”

“Alright, consider it done.”

James was the first one to stop his father, jumping off his chair and running over to hug him. “Daddy! We’re going on a picnic!” Being the youngest of John’s children, everything easily excited him and he was less serious than his older brother’s who had a better understanding of what their family did for a living.

“We are?” he chuckled, picking his boy up. Walking over to the table, he looked down at the contents of the basket. “Where are we going for this picnic?” John raised a brow at Y/n.

Placing the last item in the basket, Y/n gave him a smile as she closed it. “We are going to the park. Gives the kids space to run around.”

“They need it, don’t they?” John ruffled Christopher’s hair, who stood next to Y/n. His son shot him a nasty look before fixing his hair.

The kids ran in all directions once they saw the open grass, Y/n let out a laugh and handed the basket over to John so she could run after them. Not wanting to left behind, John tried to keep up, at the same time trying to keep the content of the basket from flying out. 

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying,” John panted, coming to stop on top of the hill where the kids and Y/n had stopped. 

Y/n laughed and took the basket from John. “Can’t keep up can you?” she teased, placing the basket on the ground and tug through it for the blanket on the bottom. She spread it across the ground, the boys all sat down while she dished the food out. 

After all the food was eaten, the boys took the football they’d brought and started kicking it around. John helped Y/n put away the plates and silverware back in the basket, looking up every now and then to make sure his children weren’t hurting each other. “You’re really good with them,” he commented.

“It’s kind of my job,” she smiled.

“You’re good to me too and you don’t have to be,” he continued. “They love you or otherwise they would’ve run ya off.”

She watched the kids run down the hill, chasing after the ball. “I love them too.”

John rubbed the back of his neck, nervous about what he was about to say. “They… They aren’t the only ones that love you.”

Y/n raised a brow, her hands supporting her behind her back. “Is this your way of confessing your love to me?” Her lips tugged up in a cheeky smile. A blush reddened John’s cheeks, answering her question. With a smile, she said, “In that case, they’re not the only ones I love.”

“This might just be the best picnic I’ve ever been to,” John confessed, leaning in to capture Y/n’s lips with his. She smiled into the kiss, deepening it. The two only broke apart when a football hit John in the chest. Breaking the kiss, he grabbed the ball, his kids coming to gather around him. “Let me teach you, boys, how to play really football.” He stood and ran out onto the grass, the boys trailing behind them.

Y/n stayed on the blanket, content watching them kick the ball around. Moments like this were the reason she was glad Tommy had hired her.

*~~*~~*

Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist.

@amirahiddleston @haphazardhufflepuff @woahitslucyylu @mzcrazy2 @lovemissyhoneybee @multi-fandom-iimagines @tarafaithe @jenepleurepasbaby @fernweh-fangirl

Headcanon: Being Pregnant With Sean’s Child

Request: Could you do a pregnancy headcannon with Sean Wallace?

Requested by Anonymous

Sean Wallace x Reader

Warnings: pregnancy

A/n: I want to warn you guys that I have (I think) three more headcanons that I am working on. Hopefully they aren’t posted one after the other, but they probably will be. I’m just happy to be making a dent in my requests.

Masterlist  

*~~*~~*

Let me know if you would like to be added to any of the tag lists.

Permanent: @amirahiddleston  @haphazardhufflepuff  @woahitslucyylu@mzcrazy2  @lovemissyhoneybee  @multi-fandom-iimagines  @tarafaithe  @jenepleurepasbaby  @fernweh-fangirl @the-anxious-youth  @theshelbyclan @wtfdanness @chloeforde @futuristicslimemongerbanana@auds24@lucillethings@nemesis729 @sirkekselord @princesscornbread @i-volunteer-for-finnick @iwillboilyourteeth @anyasthoughts @ellieemais

Sean Wallace: @elisabethisdead @gxngsoflondon 

Ready Or Not // Thomas Shelby X Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the long term girlfriend of Tommy, he asks you to marry you but you’re not sure. You run away after a fight and he looks for you.

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Fighting

Word Count: 1537

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy

Author’s Note:

———————

The sun had just started rising. Sunshine was leaking into Tommy’s study room between the curtains. He opened his eyes slowly, he couldn’t believe it was already the morning.

He was exhausted, not getting enough sleep was never a problem for him but when he woke up that morning he felt extremely tired. That tiredness wasn’t because of the lack of sleep though. As he got up from the couch he was laying on, he remembered what happened last night.

He and you had a big fight last night. It was a fight neither of you could forget. It was also your first big fight because you always understood him better than everyone else.

He walked to his desk, grabbed a cigarette and lit it. He looked around the room like he was looking for something. He had slept in the study room last night because you wouldn’t let him sleep with you. He could’ve slept in any other room in the house but he chose the study room instead for a reason he can’t recall.

Tommy was drunk when he got home the night before. That wasn’t unusual but that time, he was extra irrational, more irrational than you ever saw him.

He remembered finding you in the kitchen, baking in the middle of the night. You wouldn’t let the staff do it for you because you needed a distraction.

He entered the kitchen, barely walking straight. “Have you made up your mind?” he asked you, you hadn’t noticed him walk in before he started speaking.

“Yes.” you said simply as you poured your cake mix into a pan. “So you’ll marry me.” he said, you weren’t looking at him but you knew he had that impression he had on his face when he won.

“No I won’t.” you said sharply, you dropped the pan on the counter to even the batter, it made a loud noise. Tommy didn’t like the noise, found it threatening.

Tommy didn’t say anything, you looked at him, seeing his jaw clenched and obviously angry. “No need to be bitter Tom, I’m just not ready.” you confessed. You knew he probably wouldn’t understand that.

“Who wouldn’t want to marry Thomas Fucking Shelby?” he shouted when there was no reason to be so loud. You just stared at him and “Me, for now.” you mumbled.

“You live in my house, sleep in my bed and you don’t want to marry me huh?” he said loudly, not as loud as before though. You nodded, you really didn’t want to deal with angry Tommy at that moment.

“I’m not ready Tom!” you shouted, you were starting to get really angry. You pushed the cake pan into the oven.

“What are you waiting for? To get pregnant or me leaving my job? That’s what everyone else wants me to!” he shouted again. You couldn’t bear to hear him shout.

“I’m not ready because I haven’t told my parents about us yet!” you shouted back. Your parents were strict and your dad was a Lord, they would never ever let you marry him. They didn’t even know you were in Birmingham with him. They just assumed you were in your London home.

“Damn it Y/N!” he shouted again, he was getting more furious with each passing second. “I thought you were the kind who never listened to anyone! You don’t listen to me after all!” you hated that he said that.

“I listen to you and to be honest, I’m the only one who listens to you!” the walls of the room vibrated with your extremely loud voice. “Then marry me! We don’t need their permission!” you two just shouted at each other, back and forth.

“Fuck you Tommy! I’ll marry you when I want to!” you walked to him, stood right before his toes. He reached for your neck, “No Tommy, you won’t touch me, I won’t let you treat me like a pet.” you stopped his strong hands in a single motion.

“You will marry me.” he didn’t shout this time, he said softly, almost like he was begging. Tommy Shelby wasn’t the kind of person who begged, he was the person people begged to.

“I’m going to bed and I’m not gonna share it with you.” you sharply said. His lips parted like he was going to say something but you didn’t let him. “You either accept that I will marry you when I want or this is over.” you weren’t going to let Tommy have the last word. He was so used to having the last word and that had to change. Luckily, you were the only one to do so.

You started walking away, “Tell the maids to take the cake out.” you didn’t turn around to say that and just left the kitchen.

You expected Tommy to come to the room, at least try to sleep with you but he didn’t. You accepted that it was your time to leave, you believed that he wanted you to leave. You couldn’t sleep after that. You wrote a quick note, the small piece of paper just had “Goodbye.” written on it. You grabbed as much of your belongings as you could, left the note on the bedside table and left the house.

When Tommy woke up, he just assumed you were upstairs sleeping. He expected you to come down, ask him to apologise to you. He sat on his chair, reading his mail as he waited for you. That was when he woke up to what was happening.

He stormed out of his study, called in a maid to ask about you. The answer didn’t amuse him. He remembered the last thing you said but he just didn’t want to believe that would be what you did.

No matter how persuasive he was on the maid, she didn’t know where you went so he had no idea either. He got in his car, drove to Small Heath. He assumed you would go to Ada’s apartment because she was your friend.

He knocked on the door, “Where is she?” he asked his sister. Ada looked confused, “Who?” she had no idea what was going on. “Y/N! Who else could it be?” he shouted, it was too early in the morning for Ada to put up with Tommy’s bullshit.

“How would I know?” Ada asked, Tommy was more sad than angry but he had no idea how to show it properly. Ada saw Tommy as angry and nothing else. “You’re her friend!” he said, “Yes but I’m not responsible for her.” Ada was direct with her words. “Okay, get back inside.” Tommy said to her and left, he heard the door shut after him.

Tommy hopped back into his car and started driving to London. He couldn’t waste time knocking on every single door in Small Heath. He could feel you were in London if you were not with Ada.

After a long drive that felt longer than it was, he stopped his car in the middle of the street you lived in. Didn’t care what anyone would react to that. He tried to stay calm and knocked on your door as gentle as he could.

“Y/N please open!” Tommy said, you were behind the door, trying to decide what to say. You weren’t sure if you should open the door or not. You believed he was going to force you to marry and it was the last thing you wanted, making that clear last night.

“Go away Tommy!” you shouted behind the door. You started walking away from the door when you heard his voice again. “I will wait My Love.” you froze in the hallway. You just couldn’t believe he changed his mind and was going to do what you wanted instead of pushing his wishes on you.

“I will only open the door if you are serious.” you took a deep breath. He hurt you a lot last night, you weren’t going to accept any of his behaviour anymore.

“I am.” he said so softly that you could barely hear that. You opened the door, Tommy stood before you, hands closed in fists. His body obviously relaxed when he saw you.

“I’m sorry.” he said, he never apologised and this was the first time you expected him to do so. “I will wait until you are ready and ask your parents myself if I must.” you couldn’t believe what you heard.

You never saw him vulnerable and now he stood before you, with his guard completely down, asking for your forgiveness.

“Are you serious?” you asked, you couldn’t process seeing him like that. “Yes.” he said and nodded. You fell on him, put your arms around him. You hugged for a whole minute, it didn’t feel that long. You were both just very happy to have each other in your arms.

You pulled yourself back a little and just gave him a small kiss. “I love you Tommy Shelby.” and you smiled, “What if we stay in London for a while?” he asked you. You smiled bigger and just nodded.

Last night was rough but Tommy finally understood how important you were for him and accepted your terms.

“How was your day?” You politely asked. You were eating dinner in silence, there wasn’t much to say.

“It was alright” he just said.

Your marriage had been arranged by Tommy and your father to stop a war between the families. Neither of you wanted to marry the other, but it was the only way to avoid a tragedy. You never bonded, he was never home during the day. He got out of the house before you woke up and he came back when you were already sleeping, except for the few times he had dinner with you. At the beginning you tried to make it work, but his reactions were always cold and distant, so after a while you gave up. On the contrary, you had a good relationship with the other members of the family, especially with Polly and Ada, who always made you feel welcome. You even got along with Lizzie.

“Polly, Ada and Lizzie have invited me to go for a drink at the Garrison, tonight” you told him, playing with the food on your plate. You weren’t asking for his permission, of course, you were your own woman, you would never let a man tell you what to do, let alone a man you barely even known. You were just telling him about your plans. He nodded.

“I’m going there too with my brothers, we can go together if you want” he said without looking at you.

“Sure”

*****

The ride to the Garrison was silent and you couldn’t wait to get out of the car. It wasn’t like you hated him or you didn’t want to be in his presence, it was just that the atmosphere between you two was always tense and heavy. Maybe it was normal, after all you were complete strangers who found themselves living in the same house, but you didn’t like how it felt and you could tell that it was the same for John. However, he was kinda nice to you the few times that he was home. He didn’t talk to you that much, but he never disrespected you in any way.

When you entered the pub, the others were already in the private room and everyone cheered when they saw you, some of them were already drunk. You sat between Polly and Finn, the fifteen-year-old greeted you with a smile. You really liked each other, during those three months he had become like a younger brother to you. He actually reminded you of your little brother, Charlie.

“How are you doing, sweetie?” Polly asked, passing you a glass of gin.

“Everything’s fine, Polly” you smiled at her, thanking a sip.

It was a pleasant night, it was fun to be around the Shelbys. The fun wasn’t meant to last, though, because a man entered the room, waving his gun like crazy. He was angry and clearly drunk and he was ranting about a bad bet. You all got up and the boys took out their guns, but before they could do anything, he pointed to the first person in front of him. That person happened to be Finn. Without thinking, you stepped in front of him, pushing him away, when a shot echoed in the room.

You didn’t feel anything at first. It was like everything around you was in slow motion and the only things you could hear were the sound of your heartbeat and the ringing in your ears. Then everything rushed on you. You felt an excruciating pain in the ribs and you could hear all the shouting around you.

You felt two unfamiliar strong arms wrapping around you to stop you from falling and when you raised your head you saw John’s worried expression. He placed you on the table, while Tommy ordered some of his men to take care of the one that shot and to clear the bar out.

“Who the fuck was that? I’ll fucking kill him! Tell those fucking men to leave him alive, I want to deal with that fucker myself!” John shouted in Tommy’s face, pointing to the door.

“John. Calm down.” Tommy grabbed his face to make him look at him “if you wanna help, you have to fucking calm down.” When your husband nodded, taking deep breaths, he let him go.

“We have to take it out” Tommy said, grabbing his hat and removing the blade from it “Arthur, pass me the whiskey”

Polly stood next to you and he raised your shirt to look at the wound.

“I can see the bullet” she said “it’s not deep”

Tommy sanitised the blade with the alcohol, then he took Polly’s place.

“I’m gonna find some bandages” she said, walking through the door.

“This is gonna hurt a bit, sweetheart” Tommy said “but you have to hold on, eh” you nodded with tears in your eyes.

In no time John was next to you. He took your hand and he gently stroked your hair. You screamed when Tommy dug with the blade in your skin and you squeezed your husband’s hand by reflex.

“It’s alright, love” he wiped the tears from your face with the hand that wasn’t holding yours “it’s alright”

After what seemed like an eternity, Tommy finally took the bullet out and he poured some whiskey on the wound. Polly came back with the bandages and she wrapped it around your waist. She nodded with her head towards the door, silently telling the others to get out, leaving you and John alone.

John brought his other hand to yours, so that he was holding it with both of his hands, before placing a sweet kiss on it.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a low voice “I’m....I’m sorry, that’s a stupid question. Of course you’re not”

You shook your head.

“I’m fine” you whispered.

“I don’t know if you’re really brave or really dumb, for jumping in front of a gun like that” he looked at you “but thank you for saving my brother”

“No need to thank me”

He stayed silent for a while, making circles with his thumb on your hand. For once, it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. You looked at his profile as he stared into space. It was like looking at him for the first time. Actually, you had never really looked at him before.

“Tell me when you’re ready to go home, eh”

******

Once you got in your bedroom, he helped you get out of your clothes and clean up. He was really respectful, even when you were in your underwear, he didn’t look at you more than he needed to help you. You never got intimate, not even on your wedding night.

He carefully placed you on the bed, then he got undressed and he laid next to you.

“How are you feeling?” He asked you, turning on his side to face you.

“I’m better now” you said “thank you”

“Tell me if you need something, alright?” You nodded, giving him a soft smile.

“When that bullet hit you I...” he stopped, trying to find the words to say “it scared the shit out of me. I thought the worst, for a moment” he admitted, looking away from you. You weren’t expecting him to open up like this to you, but it made you look at him in a completely different light. You saw something that wasn’t there before.

“Listen, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but...I want to make it up for you. I want to try, if you want it too” he said, looking you in the eyes. You gently stroke his cheek.

“Of course I want it too”

He brought his hand over the one that was on his face, rubbing his thumb on it. He leaned in and he left a sweet kiss on your forehead. He moved towards your lips and, when you didn’t move away, he put his hand on your cheek and he kissed you. His lips were soft on yours and he tasted like gin and tobacco. You thought that you could get used to it.

That night, for the first time, you didn’t sleep on opposite sides of the bed. You fell asleep with your head on his chest, the beating of his heart and his regular breathing calming you down.

Yes, you could definitely get used to it.

One more chance

You crossed your arms over your chest, tightening your robe around you while you looked out of the window with a worried look on your face. The cold night breeze stirred your hair, but you couldn’t get yourself to close it and go to sleep, not yet. The house was silent, the only things you could hear were the crackle of the fire in the fireplace and the ticking clock, each second sounded louder than the previous one, echoing through the room. It was three in the morning.

Just half an hour, you told yourself, I’ll wait just half an hour, then I’ll go to sleep.

But you knew it was a lie. You had been repeating that to yourself for hours, always finding an excuse to stay up just a little longer, to have just a little more patience, because it was better than getting to bed alone. Again. On nights like that, it seemed colder.

You didn’t want to admit that being alone in that house at night scared you. It was strange, not feeling safe in your own home.

It seemed like you had to get used to it, though.

The sound of the door opening turned you away from your thoughts. You were so distracted that you hadn’t even seen Arthur in the small garden. You heard your husband struggle a bit take off his coat and put it on the hanger. It didn’t matter how much he tried to be silent, he always failed.

“What are you doing up, love?” He asked you, walking in the kitchen “you should be sleeping”

You moved away from the window, turning to look at him. “I was waiting for you”

He didn’t reply, he just walked towards the cupboard to grab a bottle of whiskey. You sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Where were you, Arthur?”

He took a sip from the bottle, avoiding your gaze. “I was taking care of some business”

You shook your head, feeling stupid for expecting an actual answer. Lately, vague responses were all you could get from him. “What kind of business?”

He took another sip, ignoring your question. You walked towards him and you gently took the bottle off his hand, putting it on the table. “Arthur, I’m worried about you”

For the first time that night, he looked at you. It was bad business, you could read it on his face. He had the same blank expression that you had seen so many times on nights like that. He stroked your face, rubbing his thumb on your cheek. It was supposed to be a sweet gesture, full of affection, but you knew that he was distant miles away from you. “You have nothing to worry about, love”

Your eyes fell on the sleeves of his shirt. They were rolled up, but you could still see traces of blood on it. He wasn’t even wearing his waistcoat, he probably took it off at the entrance. You knew him like the back of your hand, when he did that, it only meant one thing.

You brought your hand on the one that rested on your face, slowly moving it away. “You promised, Arthur. You promised that this would be over soon”

His body stiffened as he took a few steps away from you. “Y/n, I don’t wanna talk about that now”

“Of course you don’t. You never do.”

You had lost the count of all the times he had told you those same exact words. He promised and promised all the time, trying to convince you that things were going to change for the better, that one day you wouldn’t need to stay up all night, hoping for his safety. He promised and promised, but those were nothing more than empty words, because that day seemed to get further and further every night that he left you alone.

“Stay out of it” he cut you off, sitting on a chair and reaching for the bottle again. You could say that he was trying his best to keep his composure, but you honestly didn’t care. You were tired of waiting, of pretending that everything was fine and that you still had hope that things would change. You couldn’t do it anymore, not when you believed his words only to be let down once again.

“Stay out of it?” you raised your voice “how can I stay out of it when I’m the one waiting for you every night, wondering whether you’re coming home or not.”

He rubbed a hand on his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Can you fucking stop screaming?”

You looked at him in disbelief, asking yourself how you even got to that point. The wall between the two of you seemed to grow taller and wider day by day and you felt like there was nothing you could to to stop it. “Is that all you’ve got to say?”

“What do you want me to say, eh?” He roared, abruptly getting up from his chair. “This is my life, this is what I do. You knew what you were getting into when you chose to marry me. You can either accept it or walk out that door.”

His words felt like a slap on the face. You wanted to say that you were too blinded by anger to let them hurt, but that was a lie. They hurt you in a way that you had never experienced before.

“Is that what you want?” you bawled, folding your arms over your chest.

“Maybe it’s what I want.”

His last sentence was followed by a deafening silence. Of all the arguments you had had during your relationship, this was probably the most heated one. Anger had a funny way to sneak into your head, planting its seeds and causing you to shout at each other’s faces and say things things that you didn’t mean, poisoning what was still good.

“Alright then” you coldly said, lowering your voice. “I won’t stay here a minute longer”

He seemed to realise what he had said, because something in his eyes changed.

“Y/n, wait, I didn’t mean that”

You didn’t listen to his apologies as you headed to your bedroom, eager to pack your things and walk out of that house as soon as possible.

Arthur followed you, grabbing your forearm to stop you. His grip wasn’t tight enough to hurt you, but it was firm enough to stop you.

“Let me go, you’ve made yourself quite clear” you argued, holding back your tears and trying to escape his hold.

He gently grabbed your other arm, holding both of them between you. “Love, you know I didn’t mean it”

Tears were streaming down your face, but you were too tired to stop them. Arthur let go of your arms and he took your face in his hands instead, forcing you to look at him, still keeping a gentle touch. “I love you, alright? I love you.”

“Then stop making promises that you can’t keep” you whispered.

He just nodded, wiping your tears away. He wrapped his arms around you, stroking your hair while you pressed your face against his chest.

It took all of your willpower to move away from him and tell him what you were about to tell him. But it needed to be done. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I can’t do this anymore”

It felt unreal, saying that to him. After all you had been through, the thought of ending it that way felt odd. A part of you was screaming not to do that, to give your marriage another chance. It was the part of you that fell in love with him, that still had hope, that still believed in him. But in that moment, you let the other part of you speak. The one that was tired and scared.

He looked at the ground, unable to hold your gaze.

“Don’t leave now. Sleep on it. If tomorrow your mind hasn’t changed, you can go” he stopped for a moment, not believing that he was actually saying that. “You’re free to go.”

It physically hurt him to say those words. God knew he didn’t want that. But he loved you enough to let you go. If it meant giving you the chance to be happy, to live the life you deserved, then it didn’t matter how much it would hurt him. He would let you go, for your sake. He knew he couldn’t do it without you, but he was ready to put your good before his.

A deafening silence fell between you for a few minutes. Neither of you had the courage to say a word or to get away from the other. He was the first one to take a step back, clearing his throat. He gave you one last look before walking out the bedroom. You sat on the bed, feeling like your knees were too weak to support you. You wished you really had the stength to go away, to run from that life, but you knew you couldn’t. You loved him too much to leave him.

******

Arthur sat on a chair by the fireplace; he continually drew his hands through his hair, that was now ruffled. The warmth of the flames wasn’t enough to soothe the chill in his bones. He looked at his hands. He still had traces of blood under his nails, even though he had washed them three times. It was like it was mocking him, refusing to leave his hands to remind him that he couldn’t escape who he really was. That his hands would never be clean.

Look, Arthur. Look what you’ve done.

He saw them at night, the faces of the ones that he killed. They haunted him in his sleep, screaming and fighting. They were waiting for him.

He had tried to protect you from that part of him for as long as he could, he had convinced both you and himself that things would change, that he would become the good man he desperately wanted to be. But deep down he knew that things would never change. That it was a matter of time before you finally saw the truth, the real him.

You silently made your way to the living room, leaning on the doorstep. He acknowledged your presence, but he kept his gaze away from you. You hesitated for a while before walking towards his chair and sitting on the ground in front of him. You brought your hand to his cheek, gently making him look at you.

“I’m not going anywhere” you whispered. “We can still work this out”

In that moment, Arthur felt like he could breathe again. Despite what he had said, he wasn’t ready to let you go. He would never be. He didn’t reply, he just enveloped you in his arms, holding you tightly, hiding his watery eyes.

“I’m not angry with you, I’m scared to lose you” you admitted, your voice shaking.

“I know love, I know” he mumbled, leaving a kiss on your temple.

“I want you to promise me just one thing” you said, grabbing his face and looking him in the eyes. “Don’t push me away.”

He turned his head from you again, not sure that he could keep that promise. It meant showing you the side of him that he had always tried to hide, the one that he despised beyond words. Little did he know, he had never been capable of hiding himself from you, you had seen that part of him and you loved him, nonetheless.

You made him look at you again. “Please, don’t push me away” you repeated. “Let me in.”

He sighed and nodded. He would try. If it was the only way to save your marriage, he was willing to try. He wouldn’t waste another chance.

“I promise”

-

Tag list:

@arwyn-the-cyrptic-bisexural @iamngoclinh08 @lilywinchesterlove @fandom-puff

Don’t need anything else

“Are you sure you don’t want help with your tea, Mrs Shelby?” Frances politely asked you as she kept on cleaning one of the cupboards.

“Don’t worry, Frances. You’re quite busy already. Thank you, anyway.”

As much as you liked having servants to take care of the chores, you still had to get used to it. Sometimes you tried to keep yourself busy with some cooking or cleaning, just not to feel completely useless while Tommy was working. The maids probably thought you were a bit crazy, you had seen the way they exchanged looks when they thought you weren’t looking, but you didn’t really care. Frances was nice, though, and you kinda enjoyed her company. It was easy to feel lonely in that big house.

Changes

John Shelby x Reader

A/N: I was supposed to finally finish chapter 5 of New Endings (I promise it’s almost there) but it didn’t really work out the way I wanted and I'm stuck on such a little part so instead I wrote this. Don’t expect too much because it’s just something I suddenly came up with and idk what it is. I missed writing and making moodboards so much so I really wanted to make and (FINALLY) post something again!

Warnings: none (bad plot maybe)

Word count: 1454

A crowd had filled the room, people were happily chatting away or creating new connections with many of the important figures that were invited.

She had lost John to one of those conversations and even though she felt sorry for him, she finally got the chance to get herself a new drink. Both of them dreaded the event that Tommy had organized but how much they wanted to decline the invitation, they couldn’t. Or well, weren’t allowed to. He was John’s brother after all and according to Tommy it would be good for business.

The location was fancy and only the best of the best was good enough. It showed how much had changed in these years, climbing the ladder of social positions and rising above anyone whoever doubted them.

Best Man

Pairing- Thomas Shelby and Reader

Summary- Tommy is best man for Arthur. (just a little drabble)

Crossing your bedroom, you softly called your husband’s name. Placing his whiskey down, with a deep sigh, he turned to face you. Smiling you reached up, taking his face in your hands. Fingers grazing along his sharp cheekbones.

Holding his eye contact, you pressed a kiss to his full lips. "Are you ok?" you questioned, voice full of concern.

"M' fine," he answered, letting you just hold him. Releasing his face, you took hold of his tie. Beginning to complete the knot for him.