Hey There

When the two of them finally got to the house number which they were told that the Shelby’s inhabited their marching stopped, Ollie proceeded to walk ahead after checking his surroundings, off to find you, whilst Alfie continuously banged his fist on the door until he heard someone answer.

“Christ I’m coming alright, stop fucking banging” A female voice shouted, however Alfie’s relentless knocking did not stop, only when the door was swung open to reveal an older woman with dark features did his fist halt in action.

“Who the fuck are you?” She questioned

“Shalom, shalom, you must be Polly, heard a lot about you I have, you’re quite the legend in my house” Alfie’s voice dramatically shouted in greeting to the Aunt you never shut up about.

“You still haven’t answered my question” Polly spat, a glare casting over her features as she assessed whether the man in front of her was a friend or a foe.

“Ah my apologies Mrs Shelby, Alfie Solomons” With a tip of his hat realisation dawned onto Polly’s face, that name was grunted in disgusted in the past few weeks between her family members knowing that he was the man you all but run away to.

“If you’ve hurt her…” Her threats fell onto deaf ears as Alfie lifted his hand to interject as Polly’s worries heightened when she looked around and didn’t see you.

“It’s not me who you should be worried about hurting her, I’d never hurt my family” Alfie revealed, at this Polly’s face softened slightly, “It’s your darling nephew that we should be worried about”

With that Polly ushered him into the warmth of the Shelby kitchen, knowing already that this was not going to be a conversation to have on the doorstep.

As soon as Alfie had sat down onto the wooden seat, Polly situated across from him her questions started again.

“What are you talking about?”

“Look, all that I know is that she got into Tommy’s men car a day ago to do some business for her brother and I haven’t heard from her since” His worry shown through the crease in his forehead and dark circles under his eyes, a clear indication to his lack of sleep.  

Polly took a second to process this information, you could practically see the internal cogs turning in her head. Though before she could question anything else the two of them were interrupted by four men clambering through the door without much grace at all.

Their booming laughter came to an abrupt stop and they all diminished to silence, glaring at the intruder in their kitchen. Arthur, John, Michael and Finn all took a protective stance behind Polly, wearily watching Alfie as if he was about to pounce.

“What the fuck you doin’ here” Arthur mumbled, clear distaste across his features

“Well hello to you too, if this is how you treat family then no fuckin’ wonder why your sister jumped into my bed” Alfie chuckled, partly to himself, although mostly to get a rise out of your brothers, not being able to help himself, he’d always enjoy winding up a Shelby.

“Watch your fucking mouth about our sister” John was quick to threaten on your behalf, without much thought Arthur yanked his cap off, razors gleaming in the light ready to attack.

“Hold him still lads wile I cut off the Jews fucking tongue” The eldest Shelby spat, beginning to stalk towards then man who’d had his sister whoring around.

“Now would you just calm down, he’s here about (Y/N)” Polly scolded them all, especially knocking some sense into Arthur

“Why what’s wrong with her?” Finn worriedly spoke up, Alfie turned to look at him with a faint smile.

“Now my (Y/N) talks about you, young Finn quite a lot, she wants to take you to the fare that happens once a month on our lane” Alfie mused, taking a while to get to the point of his visit due to the lacking of Tommy’s presence.

“Shut up and tell us what you’ve done to our sister” John shouted

“Look mate, I haven’t done nothing to her for Christ sake, she’s going to be my fucking wife, innit” Alfie answered loudly, his patience deteriorating at an alarming rate.  

“What?” Polly gasped, she had no idea you cared for the gangster this much. It was evident that others thought that too due to the shocked looks adorned on all their faces.

“So the fuckin’ question is where my wife is, alright. She is meant to be here with you making amends but Tommy has sent her off on some fuckin’ business trip for him and I haven’t heard a word from her since” Alfie explained, now just desperate for you to return to his arms.

A dumbfounded expression was now plastered over each of their faces, giving away that they truly had no clue where you were. Which changed Alfie’s plan, much to his dismay. He now couldn’t hurt any of them as they had nothing to do with your disappearance.  

“Useless the fuckin’ lot of you!” Alfie shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Polly, “(Y/N) never shuts up about you, how ‘Aunt Pol is the greatest woman on the planet, so strong and caring’ Well, where’s all that care now huh? How could the lot of you just let her get thrown into fuckin’ prison?”

“Watch what you say” Michael quickly defended his mum, lying a hand on her shoulder. Polly’s face shrunk

“What do you mean prison?” Both Polly and Arthur simultaneously asked.

Alfie sighed, realising he gave up the only information he had over them, a sigh left his lips in defeat, another change in his plan.

“Look, all I know is that one of my men on the inside said there was a Solomons in a cell a couple rows down from him. And I was confused at first, right, I mean of course I was because I’ve got no fuckin’ family left, have I? But then it hit me, he meant (Y/N). And I know that woman, she ain’t stupid enough to get herself locked up, so now my only conclusion, the dazzling Thomas Shelby set the whole thing up”

“No no, Tommy wouldn’t do that to (Y/N)” Arthur blindly replied, his confidence in his brother’s actions being his only flaw. However, surprisingly it was Polly who spoke next and not Alfie.

“Wouldn’t he?”

“It’s clear that you lot don’t know anything so I’m not gonna hurt you alright, because you’re her family and she’s the only thing stopping me right now from not killing the bunch of you, but I’m worried, alright, she’s not been well and now being in a dark damp cell surrounded by dangerous people isn’t gonna do her any good” Alfie confessed, seeing the people in front of him now as allies and not enemies. No, the enemy had yet to enter the room.

“What do you mean she’s not been well?” A confused John piped up

“She said it was the stress, innit, been throwing up every bloody morning for the past month and refuses to eat anything but these bloody apples” Alfie smiled at the thought of your gleaming features whenever he revealed that he had brought you your apples.

“Apples?” Polly’s ears suddenly perked up, Alfie grunted a yes in response.

“When was the last time you two had sex?” Her rather bold question sent the rest of the Shelby’s in the room to moan in disgust at the thought, Alfie sent her a questioning gaze but continued to answer her,

“About two days ago” Polly rolled her eyes at this statement, mumbling something about horny men.

“Let me rephrase that then, has she started gaining a bit oh weight?

“She has been complain about it a lot, bloody moans my ear off she does. But I’ve only noticed for tits to be getting bigger” Alfie’s boasting of your assets wasted on the crinkled faces of you family members, but worry quickly took over him. “Why is there something wrong with her?” his heart beginning to beat faster at the thought

“All I know is that (Y/N)’s mother, my sister, craved apples all throughout each of her pregnancies” Polly enlightened the people in the room.

Now at this news a series of expressions littered the faces of your family. Polly seemed to be happy, knowing you’ve always wanted a family of your own. Both Arthur and John wore weary expressions, unsure of how they felt about Alfie filling their sister with his children. Finn seemed to be delighted that he was no longer going to be the youngest. Michael sent an accusing glance at Alfie wondering whether the man had planned this and had some ulterior plan with the family. And Alfie, Alfie didn’t know what the fuck to think.

The thought of you sitting all alone in a dark cell, swamped with men and women who had probably all suffered losses at either the hands of you brothers or by him, all looking for revenge. How not only you were in danger, but your child too. The child that he hoped would resemble you, how adorable it would be to have a mini (Y/N) running around your home. Then he felt anger, rage even that Thomas had put all this in jeopardy.

And at that exact moment, fortunately for Alfie but very much unfortunately for you brother, the famous Thomas Shelby strolled into the kitchen with his head down and a cigarette between with mouth. Before he could even react to the scene in front of him Alfie was off his seat, to his feet and held Thomas by the collar pinned up against the wall.

“Hey what the fuck are you doing here Alfie” Tommy spat, rather stunned at the unexpected visitor. Thomas was a smart man, everyone around him knew this, it was one of his well-known traits. He had thought about all the possibilities that could have gone wrong with his plan, that someone may be waiting for you on the inside, that Sabini may have had other plans for you. But it didn’t once cross his mind what Alfie Solomons would have thought, he presumed Alfie couldn’t care less about what happened to you. But evidently, he was deeply mistaken

“I’d like to know why the fuck my wife is in prison cell don’t I?” Alfie’s knuckles now turning white with anger, spit spraying from his mouth onto Tommy’s alert features

“Wife?” Tommy spluttered

“Is it true?” Finns heartbroken voice disrupted the anger in the room, quickly turning it into betrayal

“Look, it’s just a little business with the Italians...” Tommy began to explain, however promptly shut down by the noise from the others.

“Oh fucking hell” Polly despaired, John and Arthur shaking their heads in disappointment.

“Tommy she’s our little sister” Arthur almost whispered.

At this point Tommy’s heart almost broke, but he was quick to disguise his true emotion with anger, as usual. “She’s the one the one betrayed us alright, not me. And now she’s making up for her mistake by helping the family out. It either this or something worse” His voice cold and emotionless, trying to get his family back onto his side.

Alfie let out a loud booming laugh, “Betrayed you? (Y/N) wouldn’t even think of doing such a thing”

“He’s right” John reluctantly agreed with Alfie, all always now pinned to the middle brother’s reaction

“Well you all have changed you tune” Tommy yelled, those blue eyes piercing at everyone’s souls. He expected everyone to understand that you had to make sacrifices in this business, to do something uncomfortable for the benefit of the family in the long run.

“She’s pregnant Thomas” Polly’s cold tone broke down a wall in his brain. His sister was having a baby and now she was in the most dangerous place to be because of him.

“I didn’t know” He calmly revealed, a stark contrast to how his mind was now racing with scenarios to get you out.

“You and me both, if I had bloody known I’d never let her come visit a brother like you” Alfie ferociously, however his iron like grip on his collar slightly loosing at the pained look on Tommy’s face.

“Alfie I’ll get her out” The blue eyed man tried to barging with your furious lover, wanting to make a right for his wrong.

“Don’t bother mate, don’t trust the none of you now, I’m getting her and my baby far away from you and this fuckin shit hole”

With that final statement he realised your brother from the wall and stormed out of the house, heading directly to the prison, on his way rescue you like a knight in shining armour. The rest of the Shelby’s clambered out of the house after him, desperate now too to keep you safe, but all the whilst casting a cold shoulder on Tommy.

The normal 10 minute walk to the station transformed into what seemed like a marathon, all wishing they’d get to the finish line the first. However, as always when it came to you, Alfie was first in line. The clatter of his cane only pushing him further.

“Oi what are you doing in here” A shrill voice screeched as Alfie slammed open the front doors to the prison, greeted by a plump police officer flapping about. But the police officers shouts quietened when his eyes landed upon the Shelby family following closely behind.

“Oh Mr Shelby, I didn’t think you wanted your sister to be released for a couple more days” The man’s voice quickly turning timid, knowing all too well what a man like Thomas Shelby was capable of doing.

“Alfie, she’s in cell 143” Ollies voice echoed, emerging from the bricked hallway where you were trapped.

With that Alfie was off again, dashing down the narrow corridor to be reunited with the woman he loved.

Your POV

It was always cold in your dimly lit cell, even as you were curled up into a ball in the corner with Edith’s arms wrapped around your trembling figure, you just couldn’t stop shaking.

“It’s the nerves love” She’d often reply, all through the night scolding you that it wasn’t good for the baby, yet you just couldn’t help it.

Suddenly a commotion was heard from the entrance, both of your heads shot up at the new sounds of footsteps marching your way. When you got in yesterday you’d be straight on your feet eager to see what was happening. Yet now, even after a night you couldn’t muster any energy to even stand. So you went for the next best thing, wearily watching out for that smug guard to come point some fun at the Shelby locked up.

The footsteps stopped right outside you cell, and let me tell you one thing, that certainly wasn’t a guard. Standing there was your Alfie.

As your watering up eyes met his boring gaze of worry, relief washed over you like fresh water. You hardly noticed Ollie unlocking the cell, or the fact that the rest of your family was there too. All you could focus on was how the man that held your heart had lifted you hurriedly from the ground and encased you safely into his arms.

“(Y/N)” He let out a sigh of relief into your hair, tears now freely flowing from your eyes. “Hey c’mon now luv, you’re safe with me, you know you’re always safe with me, yeah?” His comfort helping you to calm down by gently caressing any part of your body he could touch.

Polly held out her hand at the surrounding brothers to stop them from taking you out of Alfie’s’ arms, knowing all too well that this was the best place for you and your baby to be right now. Arthur and John’s eyes both held amazement at witnessing of the clear love both you and Alfie shared with each other. Hell, even Tommy could feel his heart warming at the sight of Alfie’s usual rock solid demeanour cracking for you.

“Are you alright now? No one has hurt you or the baby yeah?” He desperately asked, now needing some comfort himself.

“I’m fine Alf, we’re fine. How, how did you know?” You replied looking deeply into your lovers eyes, curious as to know how he knew you were pregnant before you even told him.

“Gypsies” He joked, slightly cracking the tension in the room, causing you to divert your attention to the other figures who stood behind him.

“Pol” You cried out, stepping away from Alfie and wrapping your arms around your Aunt, next a hug from Arthur, then John, Finn awkwardly hugged your side, Michael gave a small nod in your direction, leaving Tommy.

“(Y/N),” He began, but you quickly shut down his apology

“Look Tommy, you did a really shitty thing, really shitty. And you’re bloody lucky me and my baby are alright otherwise I don’t think I’d be able to hold back Alfie’s wrath. But you didn’t know about the baby, and neither did I, so I can kind of understand why you did it I guess. But all that I know is that I want my baby to grow up with all of their uncles loving them” You finished, from the corner of your vision you could see Alfie shaking his head at your early forgiveness, but you knew you were doing the right thing for you family.

“Thank you (Y/N/N), and congratulations” Tommy smiled down at you, wasting no time in brining you into a rare hug between sister and brother.

“Plus” You continued, detaching yourself from Tommy and walking back to your natural position next to Alfie, his arms wrapping around you waist by instinct, “We’ve got a wedding to plan” You beamed at everyone around you, Alfie smiled back at you, both more than ready to take the next steps in your lives together.

Tommy’s POV

Thomas Shelby was a man that always saw the clear line between right and wrong, especially when his family was involved. It’s no secret that he has gotten very close to crossing that line, he somehow always managed to stop and redeem himself, no matter what.

But on this said occasion that line was looking a bit hazy, but with no other plan to turn to, he continued to walk down that path. Because the thing was, he knew it wasn’t the best plan but it’s the only fucking option that he deemed worthy enough to get himself out of the shit with Sabini

One of the blinder boys was caught in a rather compromising position with one of Sabini’s nieces, making the Italian not a very happy man, and naturally he wanted to knock the Peaky Blinders down a few pegs because of that.

‘Surely (Y/N) can handle it, I mean she was practically raised by criminals and now she’s in bed with another one, she’ll make it?’ With that last ringing of doubt going through his mind he pushed it back to the back of his head, she wronged them in his eyes, and now she needed to make it up and this is the only way to make sure Sabini doesn’t do anything worse to the Shelby clan.

“Thomas?”

“What?”

“Christ, I’ve been talking to you for the last 10 minutes and you weren’t listening, great. I was saying who was calling?” Aunt Pol’s voice interrupted his thoughts

“It was (Y/N)”

“Oh thank God, how is she doing?” worry clearing laced in her voice, she’d been like this nonstop since her niece didn’t return from London with the boys, with very limited information about what went on and ordered not to call her it was only natural.

“She’s ready to make up for her mistake” Thomas plainly states

“I would hardly call falling in love with a man a mistake” Polly scolded her nephew, that disapproving look ever present.

“Pol, she was in fucking Alfie fucking Solomons, the man who almost beat Arthur to death, remember?”

“Thomas, you and I both know you are in no place to judge who your sister shares her bed with, I’m sure she had no idea what Alfie had planned for Arthur and I’ll tell you something I know for certainty, she would have rained all mighty hell down on that man when she found out.” Tommy could just imagine the small frame of his sister screaming at the much larger man of Alfie Solomons, how he must have been petrified, because Tommy sure as hell was the first time she did it to him. A small smile graced his stoic face just for a second, but quickly disappeared.

“Now there’s that smile, I thought you forgot how to do it. Will you finally admit how much you’ve missed her?” Pol smirked, at that moment Arthur, John and Finn clambered into the room, their shouts being heard from at least 5 doors away

“You talking about our (Y/N)?” Arthur questioned, he’d always had a soft spot reserved for his younger sister, he could clearly picture holding her when she was first born and vowing to protect her from the cruel cruel world.

“Yeah, Tommy just spoke to her” Pol informed them, the blue eyed man had to refrain from rolling his eyes, feeling the questions swamp him already.

“What did Solomons hurt her or somethin’?” John spat, knuckles already becoming tenser.

“Is she coming home?” Finn questioned

“Right I’ll say this once, then no more bloody questions, alright?” Tommy receives nods from the rest of his curious family.

“She wants to make up for her mistake, so I’m gonna get her to do some quick business for me then she should be home in about 4 days, give or take” With that the second oldest brother made a quick escape to the door, with no intention what so ever to tell them the truth about the part she was about to play in order to calm Sabini down, sensing their objections at the idea of it.

“You better not be doing something bad to that sister of yours” Polly’s voice echoed through the house just reaching Tommy’s ears before he sauntered down the black streets of Birmingham.

 Your POV

“(Y/N) I don’t have a good feeling about this, and you know me luv, I never get a bad feeling for nothing” Turning to your boyfriend, no now fiancé, smiling inwardly at that, you could see him already beginning to fret.

“Alf, all that Tommy has told me is that I need to get in that car with his men and then just stop to do some business on the way, that’s it. C’mon hun, he’s my brother he wouldn’t do anything bad to me no matter who I sleep with” You tried to bring a smile to Alfie’s face, which he never failed to do for you, your attempt had miserably failed.

“See that’s the thing, what ‘business’ is he on about, that could mean fuckin’ anything innit?” His brown orbs bore into yours. “Maybe I should come with you” He suggested

“No way” You immediately interrupted, to which he pretended to be hurt “What why? I thought you’d want to spend time with your husband, un-bloody-believable you’re blowing me off for another man already” “Alf, sweet, no offence but we are kind of in this situation because of you” You smiled sheepishly at him, in return he loudly gasped “Hold on here, blame the Jew why don’t you? If I recall you were the one on your bloody knees!”

Quickly you began to defend yourself, “Well, it isn’t my fault that you’re just so irresistible, and I’m not your wife remember” Ever since his proposal you couldn’t stop him from referring to you as his wife, not that you were complaining. Just worried that if you let him continue he’d declare that you didn’t actually need a proper ceremony because you were already married in his eyes, you know that man like the back of your hand.

“Not yet” He cheekily smirked at you

“Plus, if you came it would make the situation much worse, imagine having a family dinner with Pol, Tommy, Finn, Arthur, John, me and you”

“You’ve got me there luv you have, that sounds bloody disastrous, makes me want to blow my brains out right now if I’m honest” Alfie jokes, making a gun gesture with his fingers and bringing them up to his head. You hit him in the chest for doing such a vulgar expression from your position next to him on the sofa, “You do know at our wedding that is what it’ll be exactly like, just with more Shelby’s” You remind him

“Fuckin’ hell, how many fuckin’ more are there?” He almost screams, but before either of you can say anymore a cars horn sounds outside of Alfie’s home, Tommy’s men ready to take you wherever Thomas ordered them to. Nerves rose in your stomach, but you covered them quickly, knowing that if Alfie knew how you were feeling that there’d be no way he’d let you go.

“Be safe, yeah? Call me when you get there and remember those moves I taught you earlier, just kick them in the jewels and bite them, fuckin’ hurts that does alright, then they’ll be off you as soon as” He talks quickly and directly into your eyes, your hand moves up to caress his check

“Alright mum” you tease, bringing your lips together his meets yours in a feverish urgency.

“I’ll see you in a week yeah?” you whisper, lips just millimetres from his

“Yeah, I’ll have some men follow you” He says, “No you will not Alfie!” you protest

“There’s no way I’m letting you go into another gang’s territory without some of my men, it’ll be the only way I’ll get to bloody sleep at night, it will”

“Fine, but just until I get to Birmingham” You bargain, to which he holds out his hand for you to shake, deal done.

Both of you move from the comfort of the Livingroom to the doorway, chest to chest. “I love you Alfred Solomons”

“I love you (Y/N) Solomons, now that sounds much fucking better than Shelby doesn’t it?” He smirked, knowing it would wind you up, you pinched him on his arm, causing him to release a rather unmanly yelp.

“Bye Alf” your lips met once more before you walked out towards the ominous black car waiting for you, with that you got into the car and one last wave to the man you love you, the tires screeched and you were gone.

“Bye sweet” muttered into the distance.

 The bumps on you journey caused you to continuously crash into the two bulky men that were pinned at either side, with a slight ‘omph’ leaving your mouth each time. But no one spoke a single word, between the two men at your side in the back of the car and the two men at the front you had managed to infer that their tense postures meant something unpleasant may well happen, and that was not a good sign for you.

“Look, I’m a bloody Shelby too, can you please just tell me what I have to do. At least then I could prepare for the situation and that’ll help out Tommy even more” You tried to persuade them, looking at each four of the men, who all desperately avoided all eye contact.

Finally, the ginger man at the wheel spoke up, “Tommy said not to tell you anything, your natural reaction will please Sabini more”

Sabini? You heard Alfie talk about this man on numerous occasions and each time there wasn’t that lovely grin adorned to his rugged face, oh no, it was that familiar eye brow crease with a frown that signalled he was a very dangerous man. Suddenly you began to feel sick, the nerves finally getting the best of you as your hands began to tremble ever so slightly. Quickly you folded them into your lap before any of them could sense your anxiety about the situation.

What on earth did he mean by ‘your natural reaction will please Sabini more? ‘Did Sabini want to see me tremble in fear, the sister of the Shelby’s and soon to be Mrs Solomons, because in that case he’d already accomplished it.

But before you could fathom more scenarios which never end well on your behalf, the car suddenly screeched to a halt as a police car swerves in front.

The police? Was this part of Tommy’s plan? Or even worse, part of Sabinis plan?

Both the back doors of the car were swung open at an alarming rate, the two men at your sides scrambled out down the road, leaving you feeling vulnerable, bloody typical men. One large and unkind hand reached from the left of the car and dragged you out onto the pavement.

Your body collided with the ground with a large thud, both hands and knees were scraped before being yanked up under your arms.

“What is going on?” Was all you could get out before the large figure behind you forced your body once more onto a hard surface, but this time it was against the car. Their body pressed into your back, your lip curling in disgust as their hands travelled across your back to your bum.

“Hush now little Shelby, Sabini is going to have his way with you” An Italian voice whispered in your ear, slightly sucking at the lobe.

“Get the fuck off me or else Alfie will rip you apart” You tried to threaten, voice raised with anger and terror.

Two laughs were heard from behind, apparently the men found this hilarious.

“Oh no, what’s your big bad boyfriend gonna do, hey? This is Shelby business, not Solomons. No way he’d jeopardise the truce between the Italians and the Jews for some whore” The other voice spat, and before you knew it you were shoved into the back of the police car after one of them slammed your head into the side of the car, just as everything went black.

 Alfie’s POV

“Ollie she should have fuckin’ called by now right?” Alfie’s paces in his office echoed throughout the factory, all the men silent and weary of Alfie’s current temperamental mood.

“Look, maybe you’re just overreacting, there could have been traffic” Ollie was already cursing to himself at the use of words he just used, as Alfie’s head snapped in his direction he knew the wrath he was about to suffer.

“What did you just fuckin’ say to me lad? Overreacting?” the bearded man let out a sarcastic laugh. “My fucking fiancé has just travelled to Birmingham to see her criminal gang family whilst passing through the territory of the fucking Italians, innit.  It’s been 8 hours now and we all know (Y/N) keeps her promises, so why the fuck hasn’t she called me, right?” His voice boomed, Ollie wouldn’t be surprised if people down the road heard every word that his boss was saying clearly.

“How about I get in touch with the men that were following her, yeah? They will have seen if something happened” Ollie tried to comfort his boss, with an approving grunt coming from Alfie, Ollie scurried out of the office to find him and his boss some peace of mind.

 Your POV

Pain was all you could feel, it seemed that all your body was on fire. But when you tried to sit up, that’s when the red hot pain surged through your head, a strangled groan leaving your lips.

“You’ve got quite a bump there lass” A voice rose

Your eyes darted open, first having to adjust to the darkens of the room you were in, no this icy cold place certainty wasn’t a room. You observed the grim brick walls layered on the three sides surrounding you, but to the front metal bars stood tall from the ceiling to the ground. This was a cell.

“What the..” However, before you could form another word you stomach lurched in a way which was begining to feel like a regular thing to you, vomit rose up from your stomach as you put your head to the side, knowing that there was no way to hold it in.

Once that nightmare was over you sat up, back lent on the cold wall behind you, head slumped slightly to the side, facing the other brick wall you could just about make up a figure.

“I was exactly the same with my third” The voice said again, slowly a woman with wrinkles littering her skin and smiling eyes came into view. Her grey hair mounted her head like snow on a hill, her round frame pottered over to you. She must have been in her sixties at least, what was she doing in a place like this? What were you doing in a place like this? What did she mean by that statement?

The confused look struck on your face prompted her to quickly change the subject.

“You’re (Y/N) Shelby right?” Her soft voice floated in the damp air, a complete contrast to her current surroundings. A woman like this you expect to see in a bakery buying bread for her family, not in a forbidding place for criminals. “No” was your immediate answer. You weren’t stupid, you knew just how many people your brothers had sent to prison or even sent people to their deaths, for all you know the sweet old lady’s son may have been offed by the Peaky Blinders and she was out for revenge.

“Thomas said you’d deny it” She chuckled, her wrinkled hand lay on top of yours as she sat next to you, “My name is Edith, dear, and no use lying to me. I’ve had seven children, I have a sixth sense for that now”

“How do you know my brother?” You questioned accusingly.

“Thomas Shelby is the reason why I’m hear” Edith continued, “Yesterday he came over to my house and offered me a large sum of money if I got arrested and taken to prison, he assured me I’d be put in a cell with his sister, and it was my duty to look after you as I was once a nurse in my day” She explained.

It hit you like a tonne of bricks, you assumed the business deal had gone wrong, you assumed Sabini crossed Tommy, you foolishly assumed Thomas wouldn’t throw his own sister in jail. But who know anything about the notorious Thomas Shelby nowadays? You thought, already coming up with ideas of ways to shout at it him and make his regret what he did. John would no doubt be furious, Arthur acting like a madden horse, Polly would be disappointed, Finn scared, Ada sad and Alfie. Oh your sweet Alfie, he’d be out for Thomas Shelby’s blood.

“How could he do this to me?” You all but cried, tears forming in your eyes ready to spill at any given moment.

“I have to say I’m surprised now about it all, especially given your condition” The old lady muttered to herself, but this brought your attention back to her.

“What do you mean?” You asked, almost scarred of the answer.

“Oh love, you don’t know?” Her gaze turned sympathetic. “When was your last period?”

“About 2 months ago, but it’s because of just how stressed I’ve been with my family” Your hands began to sweat.

“And you’ve been feeling nauseas? Maybe even some cravings?” Your thoughts darted back to those glorious red apples, your heart beat getting ever so slightly faster. “Have your breasts been bigger than usual?” Recalling Alfie’s observations how they have been bigger than normal, much to his enjoyment, panic began to rise.

Putting all and all together your hand instinctively went down to gently touch your almost unnoticeable swollen stomach, “I can’t be” But the all knowing smile from the woman on your right gave all indications that you were. Sudden rage filled your system, how dare your brother toss you like a piece of rag into this murderous place. How dare he risk your life. How dare he threaten your future with Alfie. How dare question your baby’s survival.

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Excitement coursed through your veins as you caught the train to London, on your way to make your first visit to your beloved sister. Your brothers had never really deemed it necessary for you to leave Small Heath as a child, so you never did. All you knew was the bleak streets of Birmingham, smog hanging in the air and factories upon factories built everywhere. So once you finally convinced them to let you go on your own to London, which let me tell you wasn’t an easy job at all, they eventually allowed it as a 24th birthday present.

The first thing which you noticed was different from Birmingham was the smell, unlike the murky streets back home, London felt like a breath of fresh air. Laughter seemed to roll off of peoples tongues instead of drunken slurs, men’s smiles actually met their eyes and for once in your life you felt as though you belonged.

“Miss Shelby?” Called a short fat man who was waiting for you at the station. This was part of the deal that Tommy made.

“If I let you go to London then I’ll have someone waiting for you to take you straight to Ada’s and then when you’re ready he will drive you back to the train station, alright?”

“Yes Tommy, I’m sure I’m more than able to make to Ada’s on my own, but if it helps you sleep at night” With that your promise with Tommy was made, and with a mutter from him he let you leave.

Drawing your attention back to real life you were just about to open your mouth so you could reply, hesitation struck you and for the first time in your life you felt the need to disobey Tommy’s orders. Figuring that unlike Birmingham where everyone knew you as a Shelby, so by default you had a target permanently stamped to your head, here people would just see you as an ordinary woman going about her daily business.

Rather bravely making your decision, eyes meeting Tommy’s driver, you darted off into the crowd of people mulling off of the train. With your heels clicking rather rapidly and a lot of complains from others as you bumped into them, you made it your sole mission you put as much distance as possible between you and this man.

Upon him seeing your fleeing form he quickly sprang into action, knowing too well that if he told Tommy that he hadn’t delivered you to your sister, he was in for a bollucking. So with that he kept his eyes pinned to your dark hair which floated behind you, he raced after you.

“Sorry” was repeated like a broken stereo from you as you wiggled your way past people, your feet finally came to a halt as you reached a street, with one quick look over your shoulder it told you that the driver was hot on your heels, picking them up again you ran with no intent to stop.

But of course to your luck, you were stopped, rather abruptly. Slamming into a large frame you almost fell straight back if the stranger hadn’t wrapped you in their arms and pulled you into their chest. Automatically your face blushed, already another apology ready to go,

“I am so so sorry” Looking up to their face you noticed you were encased in the arms of a rather attractive gentleman, adorned with a rich brown beard on his obviously older face.

You’d noticed that he had yet to say anything back to you and had yet to release you from his strong arms, which you had to admit made you forget your reasons for running. But with that thought your neck craned behind you to check your surroundings, and sure enough the driver was panting at the top of the street taking an apparent break.

He hadn’t yet noticed you and you were sure if you ran down this straight street he would detect you straight away. Quick, you had to think of a way to escape, there were no side roads and no shops, so nowhere to hide. You almost defleated in defeat but suddenly you remembered,

“Public displays of affection make people feel uncomfortable” you muttered to yourself, the stranger arched a curious brow in your direction.

In that moment you did the most reckless action of your life, looking up at the handsome stranger you grabbed his cheeks and connected your lips. Much to your surprise it didn’t take him long to return the kiss back. His arms moved to your hips bringing you even closer to his frame, your hands trailing up to the back of his neck.

After getting lost in the moment of this man’s kiss, dizziness began to surround you, not sure whether it was the lack of air or boldness of this act, you both pulled away. Shocked looks were displayed on both faces due to the undeniable chemistry that surged through the kiss, resulting in the second time that day forgetting that you were running from something. But that thought alone brought you back to reality, swinging your head round you were met with the appealing sight of no driver to be seen.

“Well ‘ello to you too luv” the deep voice chuckled through the stranger, you immediately jumped away, checking to see that there wasn’t a ring on his finger and sighing in relief when you didn’t meet one, kissing a married man would not be a good way to begin your trip to London.

“I’m so sorry, I have no idea what just came over me” You explained, cheeks turning a bright red in embarrassment.

“Nothing to apologise about, that was a very nice birthday present to me, it was” He displayed a kind smile at you, demonstrating there was no hard feelings. A playful gasp left your mouth,

“Well happy birthday to you…” the mysterious man was quick to reply with “Alfie, and what is this beautiful girl’s name?”

“(Y/N)” exclaimed

“Well of course, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, innit” You chuckled at his announcement, he was clearly a charmer and you already knew you two would get on like a house on fire.

“What the fuck were you running from then?” His question surprised you, shocked that he detected you were running from someone.

“Over protected brothers and their need for me never to live my own life” You confessed, already Alfie was humming at your response.

“Doesn’t surprise me to be honest, a girl as pretty as you must cause them a headache of trouble” He complimented you, once again making you cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

“Why thank you Alfie” And boy, he absolutely loved the way his name rolled off your tongue, already just wanting to kiss you again.

“Look Luv, I’m feeling a bit used here” Your eyebrows furrowed at this statement, “You kissed me to escape someone on my bloody birthday of all days, I mean at least buy a girl dinner first” He cracked a joke, causing you both to giggle.

“Well Alfie, how about you show me around this amazing city, then we could have dinner and I could get to know my saviour a bit better?” You suggested, heart racing a little.

“Wow, you hear that, I’m the bloody hero now. What are you waiting for, lets go!” Alfie chimed, taking your arm between his you two strode down the street causing all you worry to disappear from your family, you could deal with that in the morning. Because in that moment, and from that moment on, Alfie dominated your mind.

 Smiling fondly at the memory and how later Alfie admitted to you that it wasn’t in fact his birthday, he just had to make something up so you’d spend more time with him, you were brought back into reality when a voice startled you.

“You alright there luv? You were away with the bloody fairies for about half an hour” Alfie’s familiar voice spoke up.

Jumping from your seat in the kitchen you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend and brought his lips down at yours in a short kiss.

“What are you doing home so early”

“Well, I know you’ve been a bit down and ill lately so I thought I’d do something nice for you, didn’t I? I bought you those big red apples that you’ve been craving and picked up some tea for us. Although the tea is mostly for me because you’ll probably just throw it up later won’t you?” He grumbles almost shyly.

“You Alfie Solomons are the love of my life” You squealed kissing Alfie once more then pouncing into his bag to grab an apple.

It was true what he said, ever since that awful day with your brothers you often felt very nauseous through the days and Alfie found you with your head in the toilet being sick regularly. Both of you concluded that it was the stress of the situation making you ill, and that sure as hell wasn’t going to go away anytime soon as Tommy hadn’t spoken to you since.

“C’mon luv don’t think about that, they’ll come around eventually, I mean I’m not that bad right?” Alfie tried to make light of the dark situation.

“I can’t help it Alf, my own family have turned their back on me. It’s a miracle that Ada is still talking to me after I lied to their faces for a year” After Tommy, Arthur and John returned to Birmingham inevitably telling your aunt about you discrepancies you hadn’t spoke from any of them. It probably would help if you picked up the phone and try to call, but whenever you dialled those familiar numbers you couldn’t face hearing their disappointed tones, especially Polly’s who was always like a mother to you.

So naturally you turned to the one family member who could truly understand your situation, Ada. She, like Alfie, held you whilst you cried and tried her best to comfort you but nothing worked.

“(Y/N) now you listen here, you are the only fuckin’ family I have and with you moping around all day is making me bloody depressed as well. You need to either reach out to them, or move on” Alfie stated the harsh truth, which you loved him for but it scared you nether the less.

“What if they never forgive me?” “I’m gonna be completely honest here Luv, your family are a blood pain in my arse. Because no matter how many times I’ve tried and many other men have tried, no one can break the bond of the fuckin’ Shelby’s right? So there’s no way that they’d cast you out forever, little Tom Tom just needs some time to cool down yeah?”

“I think you’re right Alf” “Well of course I’m fuckin’ right, it hurts that you think I could ever be wrong” he pulled you into his arms, laughs leaving both of you.

“Remember that time with the duck?” You laughed, immediately Alfie looked sheepish and gasped, “You promised never to bring that up! Bloody hell, my wife is a liar, can’t believe Alfie Solomons stands for this” He continued to joke, but you were caught up with what he had just called you ‘my wife’.

“Away with the fairies again?” waving a hand in front of your face you grinned up at him, he quickly replied “Oh no, that look only mean one thing, what have I just dobbed myself in this time” “Alfie you just called me your wife” Upon noticing his error, his face flushed, mumbling for an excuse.

“You want to marry me; you want to marry me” You began to sing

“I bloody won’t if you continue with that” He shot back, smile cracking in his features.

“Ask me then” You stated boldly, those ever present butterflies you never fail to get when you are around this man suddenly racing around in your stomach.

“You’ve gone and ruined the surprise now, haven’t you? Had it all nice and planned as well” Alfie mumbled, but you interrupted his rant with one of your famous glares, which was so similar to Tommy’s one that it scared him for a minute.

“Sorry luv” He began to reach into his coat pocket, bringing his hand back up he revealed a small wooden box, at the sight of this you let out a squeal.

“Now the doctor said I shouldn’t be doing any crouching of any sort so I’ll just stay up here, yeah” he tried to persuade you out of getting down on one knee but you weren’t having it.

“That didn’t stop us from having sex on the kitchen table the other day, or on your desk, or on the floor, or-“ you were interrupted by Alfie’s protest

“I mean that’s different that is, I was making love to the most beautiful girl in England”

“Alfie” your stern tone told him that you weren’t messing around, so with a small huff he descended on his knee, deciding it was all wort it when his eyes were met with that smile on your face that made his heart beat just that little bit faster every time.

“(Y/N) Shelby, I knew from the moment you crashed your lips onto mine, quite literally, was gonna marry you. Not gonna lie, it did shock me though when I found out your last name, but never once did my bloody feelings change, innit no matter how fuckin’ much you annoyed me. So, will you marry me” He concluded, eyes never leaving your own which now had a river of tears flowing freely.

“Yes yes yes” you all but screamed, and with some effort Alfie once again made it to his feet. Slipping the ring onto your finger but you had no time to admire the dazzling piece of jewellery which you were sure probably cost more than your house, as Alfie urgently lifted you from the ground and connected your lips in the most loving kiss of your relationship.

“I love you so much Alf” You whispered

“And I love you too luv. I mean look what you’ve fuckin’ done to me yeah? You’ve turned me into a complete softy, if Ollie heard that he’d be pissing himself and my men would be lining up to take charge of the factory” He laughed

“Oh Alfie hun, you were soft before you met me”

“Hey, don’t make me go changing my mind now, or I’ll be having that ring back”

“Over my dead body” You were quick to defend the now most precious thing you owned.

Staring up to those brown eyes that you loved more than anything on the earth you reflected on just how lucky you were to have a man like Alfie.

“Now that we have a wedding to plan, I suppose I shall have to call my brother” You broke the silence, popping the perfect bubble that had just you and Alfie.

“This is going to be fuckin’ biblical” Was all he replied before carrying you up the stairs into your bedroom to consummate the engagement.

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Almost running over to him your lips collide together in desperation to feel one another again, you instantly melt at the familiar feeling which automatically sends butterflies whirling in your stomach. Alfie deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue across your lip asking for entrance, which of course you grant without a second thought. A small grunt escaped the bearded man, your hands work up to his hair, gently massaging, knowing full well how much he liked it, you smirked into the kiss.

“Luv, look what you’re doin to me, Alfie fuckin Solomons like putty in a fuckin gypsy’s hand” He muttered. This in turn rewarded him a hard slap on the side of his head.

“Hey, you know I don’t like it when you call me that!” you protested, a frown forming on your once glowing face.

“I know I know, just kidding I was, God you can’t make a joke now a day” he exasperates. But you two soon crack a smile at each other, unable to stay mad at him at any time, which was an extremely annoying quality you found that Alfie had, love just radiating from both of you.

“I love you Alf, and I bloody missed you” You admit shyly, neither of you were that good at sharing emotions, but surprising your relationship had blooming well over the last year. Although you did spend weeks upon weeks apart, you two made the most of time when you eventually got to see each other.

“I love ya too pet, and you’re here now so no more whining, and no more hitting. You’ve got quite a swing on ya, that fucking hurt” He grumbled, holding his hand to his head in exaggeration.

Bringing your lips to his ears, you whisper “Well, I suppose I have an idea to make up for that”

His face suddenly hardens, along with other parts of his body, eyes cloud with lust and mind flooding with images of you on your knees

“Well, I’m not sure what you could do to make me forget about the pain, because that really really hurt luv” He played along, a cheeky grin adorned on that beautiful face, even though both of you knew full well that Alfie Solomons could get shot and not even grimance.

“Oh trust me sweet, you’ll forget all about it” You knew Alfie loved it when you were confident, and the thought of any of his workers walking in, hell even hearing what you two were doing only egged him on further. Though your relationship was very much a secret, Alfie’s men were an exception to that rule. It’s not that he trusted any of them, Alfie only trusts you and he makes that clear almost every single day, it’s just that they could only imagine the kind of torture Alfie would reward them with if they spilled your repeated visits to his office and his house to the rest of the Shelby’s.

You gently pushed Alfie back into his chair, he fell into with a small huff, but quickly sat up straight, staring into your eyes, anticipation coursing through his veins. Reconnecting your lips, but not for long, as you soon descended onto the your knees and under the desk in front of you boyfriend.

The cold sensation of the floor hit sending shivers up your spine, being able to already imagine the red marks that will stain them for the next couple of days. But you quickly stopped worrying about your brothers finding out and set on the task of giving your boyfriend the best blow job of his life to show him just how much you love and missed him.

Gently you glided your fingers from the bottom of his legs to his firm thighs, which never failed to get you rather flustered. Your fingers left ghosted patterns across the top of Alfie trousers, but never touching him where he truly desired.

His breathing was already becoming deeper and heavier, impatient eyes bore into yours, signaling that he was more than ready to have your lips wrapped around him after almost 3 weeks a part.

Giving in to those puppy dog eyes you began unzipping the man’s trouser, where he finally sprang to attention. A sigh of relife slid past the lips of your lovers and you urgently jumped into action.

Sliding your tongue from the base to the tip, circling it when you eventually reached the top, never missing a beat and never wavering your eye contact with Alfie

“Fuckin’ hell luv I sure have missed you” He moaned, roughly his hands grabbing handfuls of your hair, which would inevitably make it look like a birds nest but you could deal with that later.

Just as you’re about to take him all onto your mouth, a knock on the door sounds. Despite this you carry on, Ollie would catch on that you two were very much busy and leave you guys alone, as he always did, but the knocking this time was persistent and rather annoying.

“Fuck off Ollie I’m fuckin busy” Alfie shouted in frustration, ready to shove the rest of his cock down your throat.

Luckily if Ollie did come in you would be completely concealed from view, as you were on your tucked away under Alfie’s desk in front of him, so you continued working you mouth up and down him like it was the last time you would.

“Sorry to interrupt Alfie, but it’s important” A voice cut through the silence of the room, your actions suddenly halted, that was certainly not Ollies voice.

“Hi Alfie” Two other voices called to the gangster, both yours and Alfie’s actions completely faltered. Those voices didn’t hold either Alfie’s black country accent, or even the wishy washy accent that the Londoners had. No, this accent was identical to your own and those voices belong to your older brothers. Panic begins to pump through your body, you were in a room with your brothers and a dick was in your mouth.

Without making the usual pop sound, you slid you lips from Alfie, gently tucking himself back into his trousers for him, knowing that if he did it would draw their attention. Silently thanking Alfie for buying this ridiculously sized desk, which was now a blessing.

“You guys are fuckin early, not saying I’m not happy to see my favorite gypsies, but I was in the middle of somethin’” Alfie jumped back into form, standing from his chair reaching across to shake each of their hands, with the hands he had just a second ago tangled in their beloved sister’s hair. You pushed the thought aside, kneeling like a statue.

‘Okay this isn’t that bad, I’ll just stay like this until their meeting is over, then Alfie and I can carry on seeing each other and Tommy, Arthur and John could carry on thinking I just take regular visits to London to see our dear sister’ you thought.

“Sorry about that Mr. Solomons, but some other business has come up back in Birmingham. So we will be leaving straight after this” Tommy grunted back, the three taking a seat in front of your boyfriend’s desk, not even a meter away from you. But at this statement you perked up, what business?

“Well what the fuck is going on there that you had to interrupt me for?” Alfie grunted, half wanting Tommy to answer because he knew how crazy your mind must be whirling with immediate worst case scenarios, and the other half because the Shelby brothers interrupted his precious alone time with you.

“Nothing for someone like you to worry about” John replied, you could only imagine the glare Tommy was sending him for talking to Alfie like that.

“What my brother means is, that it’s just some family business. We’ve just found out our dear sister, who often travels down to London to presumably stay with our other sister, hasn’t actually visited her for the past couple of months. So as you can imagine we are concerned about our little sister’s whereabouts” Tommy explained, trying to reason with Alfie to get him into a good mood.

Your heart dropped at this statement, fuck. They knew that you were keeping a secret, and you knew that they wouldn’t stop interrogating you until they found out the true reason for you to lie to them. But if they found out the truth then they, especially Tommy, would forbid you from coming to London ever again! All your family wanted to keep you from the family business, they all decided that you were too innocent to stomach what went on behind closed doors. Even if this at first bothered you, you now thought of it as a relief. As what they didn’t know was that you were very much hands on in Alfie’s business, so as long as you didn’t know any secrets of your families, then you couldn’t betray either businesses.

“She sounds like a fuckin’ handful. But if yer like I’ll ask around the men and see if they’ve heard anything about the infamous Shelby sister running around London. What’s her name again?” Smooth Alfie, asking for my name and pretending like you weren’t moaning it only 5 minutes ago.

“(Y/N) Shelby” Arthurs voice answers, this slightly broke your heart as you’ve always been closest to the oldest Shelby, him acting as a sort of father figure to you. You weren’t the youngest out of the Shelby bunch, but being in between Ada and Finn, you were one of the youngest. Which meant each of you brother, even Finn, had that instinctive protectiveness to keep you away from any danger they deemed necessary.

Imagining the look on your families faces if they discover that you’ve been fooling around with once enemy and now ally Alfie Solomons, would break their hearts. Surely they’d drag you back home and keep you inside the betting shop for the rest of your life and probably come back up to London to do the unimaginable to Alfie for corrupting their little sister. It came to your attention just how important it was that this relationship was kept hidden, at least until your and Alfie’s relationship was ready to be told.

Unfortunately, the spider that decided to crawl up your arm did not get the vital message, as you felt the little legs race up your arm. The blood drained from your face, once again, and without even thinking a screech left your lips immediately jumping from beneath the desk, shaking around like a lunatic trying to get the buggar off of you.

Your brothers automatically drew their guns to point at the new person who was hiding in the room, but all three of their actions wavered upon meeting the familiar figure of their little sister.

Alfie’s composure immediately sobered, knowing that there was no way this would end well, so he trying to diffuse your screams, took you by the arms, halting your frantic jumping.

“Luv it’s gone now, you probably bloody killed the poor thing” He tried to soothe you, the simple pet name just rolling off his tongue. This gesture calmed you, but caused all three of your brothers to freeze.

“(Y/N/N?)” Arthur was the first to speak.

This brought you back to the situation which you now found yourself in. Almost getting whiplash in how fast your head snapped up to meet the eyes of your brothers, you could only imagine what sort of state you were in. Messy hair, red knees and swollen lips, it was abundantly clear as to what you were doing to the bearded man standing before them, you shook off Alfie’s touch and edged towards your family.

“What the fuck is going on?” John was next to speak, a look of anger was washed upon his face, eyebrow creasing as proof. You glanced at Arthur, who just had pure confusion plastered on his face. Reluctantly you turned to look into Tommy’s eyes, the brother which you did your most best to impress, unlike usual, there wasn’t that blank stare in his eyes. No, you would have preferred that stare, anything other than the look of pain and betrayal that was situated there now.

You tried your best to come up with an explanation, but the words just failed.

Alfie looked at you, seeing the person he loved most in the world in this sort of pain, he shrugged off the hurt he initially felt when you brushed off his touch and decided to say something.

“Well, at least ya know where she is now” His failed attempt to diffuse the situation, of course only made things worse.

Arthur suddenly pulled out his gun, aiming it straight at Alfie’s head, “You shut the fuck up, I want to hear from (Y/N)” He bellowed, gun waving in rage throughout the air.

In response to this your brain began to function normally again, springing immediately into action you positioned yourself in front of Alfie, protecting him from your brothers. Your protective stance was apparently shocking to you brothers, because once again confusion filtered through each of their expressions,

“Right, I know that I haven’t been honest with you for the past year” You began, already creating a whole new problem

“A FUCKING YEAR?!” John interjected, Arthur let out a started laugh but Tommy stayed dead silent, staring right into your eyes, waiting for an explanation.

“Alfie and I have been seeing each other over the past year. And I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you would react like this” You pleaded at each of them, but holding the most eye contact with Tommy, knowing full well that it was Tommy’s opinion which matter, because what he says goes.

“Of course we fucking wouldn’t, no sister of mine is going to be Solomons fucking whore” Johns words felt like a slap across the face, you couldn’t believe your own brother would assume that about you. Tears began to prick behind your eyes, Alfie sensed your distress, anger began to fill his body.

“Right, don’t fuckin talk to her like that alright?” He snapped, rage warning John to back down or this won’t end very well for his wellbeing.

“She’s our fuckin sister you listen to me, she may have had your cock in her mouth but we are the ones who bloody raised her” John spat back, your cheeks erupted into flames and you stomach turning.

“(Y/N) get away from him” Arthur seethed, gun back in its original place, pointed straight at Alfie’s head.

“No” You screamed, tears now freely running down your face.

“Luv, just please move out of the way of the gun, I don’t trust your fuckin’ monster of a brother with that thing, yeah?” Alfie tried to reason with you, but your feet were planted in front of him, as if they were screwed into the ground.

It now became a shouting match between Arthur and John threatening Alfie, and Alfie shouting right back at them.

“Tommy please” You chocked, gazing into those piercing blue eyes which were identical to your own.

He just remained silent, as if he was formulating a plan out of this situation. The shouting had now stopped, Arthur and John both waiting for Tommy’s input in the situation, knowing full well if Tommy allowed it, they wouldn’t hesitate in blowing out the brains of the man who held your heart.

“It’s not a fucking business decision Thomas, I’m your sister” You seethed, why couldn’t they just accept it? Tommy knew full well that he couldn’t judge who you were in bed with, especially with his choice of women.

“You should have thought about that before you betrayed this family” His cold words sliced through your skins, it almost felt as bad as if he swung his razor blade hat at your heart.

“I love him” You declared, Arthur and John scoffed, Tommy’s face remained unchanged. But Alfie’s hand slipped into yours, this action caused yet another round of shouting from the two brothers, but Tommy just stared.

“Tommy, I know this isn’t the best circumstances mate, fuckin hell even a blind man can see that” Alfie took his turn to try to reason with the man, “But I bloody love her, and I can tell you honestly, no matter how fucking hard I tried, she never once gave me information about your company”

Tommy looked between you and Alfie, almost as if he believed that truthful statement, but all too soon his eyes changed. From the blue eyes of your older brother, to a stranger who held no emotion towards you.

“Well then (Y/N), I hope you have a happy life with Mr. Solomons here, at least before he throws you out of his bed when he gets fed up with you. But when that does happen, don’t bother coming home” With that final statement Arthur and Johns eyes dart between you and Tommy. Your heartbroken expression clear through the tears cascading from your face forming a small puddle at your feet.

 2 hours before

“I think we should go to the movies” Bucky announced, crashing onto the sofa next to you

“Again? We literally went last week!” You laugh, but secretly happy that he wants to keep hanging out with you.

“Alright what else can we do then, Doll?” The pet name just rolls off his tongue and you almost don’t notice it, but it’s his face that alarms you.

“What’s wrong Buck?” You go to reach his hand but he quickly pulls away.

“I can’t do this” He muttered

“Do what? The movies? Because we could go bowli-“

“No, you don’t get it do you” He stares at you, with what only could be described as anger in his eyes, to which you responded with an unknowing look

“We can never be happy together, I can’t make you happy and I shouldn’t be happy” He bitterly spoke

“But you do make me happy, so happy” You spoke softly, trying to reach for his hand again but he suddenly stands.

“Look we can never be that couple who goes bowling or to the cinema, calling each other pet names” He spat at you, and even in your years of training you could feel tears rising into your eyes

“And why not?” You almost shout back, frustration kicking in, because as you see it you’ve done nothing wrong.

“Just because” Bucky matches your volume and storms off.

 After explaining it to Nat, she pours you yet another drink muttering something like ‘you need it’.

“The problem he’s too busy with his head up his arse to realise that I’m completely and utterly involve with him” You sigh, Nat suddenly gestures for you to look behind you, where you are met with a disheveled looking soldier, who has obviously been standing there for a while.

“Great” You mutter, looking at him expectantly

“Right, um I think Bruce to just called me” lucky Nat, you think managing to make a quick getaway

“(Y/N) can we just please talk?” He spoke softly, a large difference to how he was talking to you before.

“Sure” you mumble

“I’m sorry for freaking out on you earlier”

“What happened, we were joking one second and the next you just turned on me” you questioned, looking directly at him

“(Y/N) you make me so incredibly happy, and that’s something I haven’t felt in such a long time. But I don’t deserve you, I could never be the perfect boyfriend” he confessed, his eyes glassing over

“Buck, I don’t want the perfect boyfriend, I want you. And don’t go on about not deserving me because you make me feel like I’m on cloud nine whenever I’m with you, also before Nat and I joined The Avengers, we weren’t exactly the ‘good guys’ either” You reach for his hand, and for the first time today he lets you take it, intertwining your fingers in each-others.

“But, what if I- I could – I will hurt you” He almost whispers, glancing down towards his metal arm. You respond by dropping the hand you were holding, causing a hurt expression flash across his face, but you reach for his other had instead, the metal one. You feel the cool metal press against your fingers and as you intertwine them a relaxed sort of look is displayed on his face.

“James Buchanan Barnes, will you please do me the honour of being my boyfriend?” You very cheesily announce

“I would love nothing more. But wasn’t I meant to be the one asking you out?” He beams at you

“Babe, it’s the 21st Century now, get with it” You joke, moving in closer to him.

He finally grabs you by the head, but before anything happens he whispers “I love you too” then crashes his lips onto yours, sending fireworks throughout both of your bodies.