Ada laughed as you waltzed around in one of Tommy’s old coats. It was one he’d kept from years ago, before everything went downhill. It had acquired quite a lot of dust on it until you’d found it in the attic that day. Causing you to sneeze every so often as you pranced around.
“Do the voice! Do the voice!” Ada yelled as you cleared your throat, doing the worst-yet best impression of your lifelong friend and lover.
“When I was in France…” You’d say, trying to make your voice reach a low octave as you folded your arms trying to look tough.
As you felt the soft fabric in your hands, you looked out the window, thinking back to all those happy moments with him, and Ada of course.
You’d been with the Shelby family practically all your life. You being the same age as their brother John, living right next door to them on Watery Lane.
You were there through all their hardships. Giving each of the boys a long hug before they left for the war.
To Arthur, you were like a sister. To Ada, well - you were her lifelong best friend. Her go to gossiper, glittery makeup tester, and her most trusted person. But to John and Tommy, you were their first crush.
John tried to get you first, trying to play with a ball on the streets in front of you. Forever trying to impress you with his sporting skills. Eventually you decided to engage in some games with him. And even sneakily sharing a kiss in the alley between your houses as alcohol flowed through both your veins one night. But you refused to go any further, knowing he wasn’t the one you yearned for.
In contrast with John, you rejected playing sports after a while. Opting for sitting down on the front steps, drawing life around you and often reading. Ada would come out too, shipping her best friend with the blue eyes blinder.
Tommy would see you from in the house, watching you go into your own little world as you’d draw and read. He seemed to be the only one that understood you, being a bit withdrawn himself, he’d sit with you and talk about anything, just to hear your voice. Just to see your smile. But he always liked Ada teasing you, cuz then he could hear your laugh which he thought about often.
Years later you’d come to find out he’d check out the same books at the library and stay up reading till sunrise, just so he’d know about the book and could talk about it with you.
But one day as you grew older, you had went off to school in London, making new friends and establishing yourself slightly. Thomas hadn’t gotten the courage to ask you out yet, but his letters always hinted at something more.
When news of the boys being drafted got out, you raced home, knowing it may be the last time you’d see the men you’ve grown to love. Hoping that maybe after the endless years of talking and confiding in each other, he’d admit the one thing he knew deep down. That Tommy loved you, and always had.
So before they left, he grabbed you by the waist pulling you into a kiss that only novels would dare to describe. Your eyes tearing up as he broke away from you in the alley. Oddly the same alley you’d shared your first kiss with John.
“I love you Y/N…I do. If I don’t make it back…just know I’ll always love you aye? Look out for Ada and Pol for me. I’ll write to you.” He said, wiping a tear away from your cheek as the rain started to pour. He looked at his pocket watch as you’d seen the once innocent and docile Thomas turn to a hard-faced man of stone. The fear that he could very well come home in a box plaguing his mind as he hugged you one last time.
“You’ll come back. I know you will. I love you.” You said through your tears, kissing him once more before he left for what felt like an eternity.
But you were right. He did come back. He was a different man, but he came back nonetheless.
It took a while for him to settle back into civilian life, as it did for his brothers and so many others. But you were the one person he could confide in. You felt as if you’d seen the hell he’d been through as he described it to you. He’d sit on the floor of his old room on watery lane with your head lying gently on his lap as he told you about what happened over there. Knowing he at least could tell you, and that you tried your hardest to understand. He’d often stroke your hair as he continued, pausing his story to wipe tears from his eyes and then from yours as he relived the darkest moments of his life. But he knew that as long as he had you, he was going to be okay.
Years later, he’d made sure of that though, seeing as you married him and officially joined the Shelby family. John was understanding through everything, he knew early on that Tommy had won you over, but he always cherished that first kiss. Not thinking anyone could top that until his wife Esme came along.
“Where’d ya go love?” Ada asked, snapping her fingers in front of you as you’d stared off, reminiscing about the past.
“You know where I was.” You said with a wink, as you continued staring out your window.
“You gonna wear that all night?” Ada asked, giggling as you’d realized you’d still had Tommy’s coat on. It fit you perfectly since it was from so long ago, but wearing it always brought you back.
“Y/N…” Ada said, pointing to the doorframe as your husband stood there quietly with a smirk.
“What? Just thought I’d try it on…Don’t I look cute?” You asked, your heart racing as you came back to reality. Knowing that you were with him, and that he was indeed okay. Damaged, but okay.
“Awe look at the love birds. Oi why didn’t we act like that Y/N?” John asked as he held his wife’s hand. They’d just came in your house unannounced like they often did these days, especially after the business started picking up.
“Fucking what?” Tommy asked, his gaze going from you to his brother in a split second.
“When was this?” He asked, letting you go as he loosened the cuff links on his shirt.
“I’m going to let you fight this one.” Ada said to you as she quietly left the room.
“Love. Sweetheart. It’s okay he’s talking about when we were kids. We shared a kiss in the alley one time when we were drunk. You’d been away with Johnny and Pol in the countryside.” You said quickly, a nervous laugh escaping as you watched your husbands jealousy turn to amusement.
“It was nothing more than that my love.” You said, reassuring the dashing man next to you with a kiss.
“Well it looks like I won in the end aye?” Tommy teased, calming down and sitting on the edge of his desk as you sat next to him. Intertwining your hands together and giving him a peck on the cheek.
“See? She’s always loved ya mate. But it’s alright cuz I found me a real showstopper aye?” John said, Esme drunkenly laughing at his side as he kissed her passionately.
“John…?” You asked, grabbing Tommy’s cigarette and taking a hit. His eyes on you as you blew smoke out your mouth, smirking. It was an unspoken thing you’d do often, but it made him weak at the knees every time.
“Yes?” John asked from the hall, Esme trying to drag him to the spare bedroom.
“Since you’ve both walked into my house like you own the place, can you two clean the room after you’re done?” You asked, Esme rolling her eyes as John looked at his friend.
“C’mon really?” He asked annoyed.
“Mhm. Maid is off tomorrow.” You said before turning back to Tommy. His eyes were on you as he glided his hands over your hips. A smile forming as he pulled you close.
“You know you’re the only one who can tell my brothers what to do?” He asked as you kissed him.
“Mhm. I’m your girl, so they have to do what I say right?” You said cheekily.
He blew a puff smoke out as he smiled at you, that knowing look in his eye as he led you to your all’s bedroom.
“Let me put this back.” You said taking off the coat, his hands stopping you midway through.
“Keep it. You look better in it love.” He said, kissing you as he took your hand, continuing to lead you to the bedroom. The coat soon becoming an afterthought as it lied along the mahogany floors.
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I'm living vicariously through Anna. Like damn girl you get Timmy C all to yourself huh.
The sound of glasses clashing and men yelling filled the room as the garrison filled up with people. The Shelby New Years Eve party started “whenever the first person drinks” Arthur said, shoving a glass of whiskey towards the woman at the end of the bar. She stopped the glass from sliding past and drank it like water. This was something she’d gotten from her father. Which wasn’t always a good trait.
She stared at her uncle and smirked, rolling her eyes as she turned towards the door, waiting for her father to come bursting through.
As he entered the rowdy pub, he caught a glimpse of his daughter Anna, the cerulean eyed beauty of Birmingham. The one who went hunting with her uncles at 10 and threw punches at 15. The one who’d kept Tommy on his toes since the day of her birth.
Anna’s mother was sweet, caring, and often seen as “far-too-nice” to be with someone as cold as Thomas. But he liked that about her. She, and their unruly daughter were the reason he stayed somewhat sane. Mrs. Shelby was never one for parties though, so she entrusted her husband and in-laws to look after her while she visited Ada on weekends. The two of them getting in their own versions of trouble as they kept the family gossip alive.
“Anna” Thomas said, coming up to her with his hands drawn behind him. His eyes tearing into hers as they always do.
“Don’t go too crazy with the booze tonight aye? Make it a good New Year, love.” He said patting her on the back.
“Mhm” Anna mumbled, finishing another glass as she thought about a few days before the party.
It was a cold afternoon, her hand held tightly by the man she’d loved for months. They’d met at the pub while she visited Ada. But she on the other hand, was just as bad of an influence as a good one. Always letting her niece stay over when needed, and with whoever she wanted. But this was different. He asked if she wanted to date officially, seeing as it was almost New Years and he didn’t want to spend it without her.
She agreed, only hesitating for a second as she thought of what her father would think.
“You gonna tell ‘em?” Ada asked, already slurring her words slightly as her voice snapped Anna from her thoughts.
“Don’t know. Maybe.” She said, gulping down the rest of her whisky as she walked aimlessly around the bar.
“What’ll ya have?” She asked Tommy as he conversed with Polly. Her eyes fleeting over to her every now and then. She’s always had a keen eye for love.
“You alright?” He asked as she heavily poured the whiskey into his glass.
“Yeah. Just pouring a drink for ya. And one for me.” She said, pouring her a glass as she doctored it up with various ingredients. Raising her glass up to his before taking a swig. Polly shaking her head with a smirk.
“You’re the same person, really.” She said, seeing a grin forming on Tommy’s lips.
“She didn’t exactly have much of a choice now aye?” He said, Anna rolling her eyes as she knocked back the rest of her whiskey.
“Well I’m going to annoy Finn, you two ‘ave fun.” Anna said, eyeing her youngest uncle in the corner. He was drinking and gambling with Isiah, his lifelong friend and fellow blinder.
“Can I play?” She asked as they made a space for her at the small table.
“Mhmm, loser chugs the pitcher though.” He said, smirking. Everyone knew she was wild, her reputation around Small Heath only growing as she ran ‘round the place. She was nice like her mother, but cruel like her father, and she wouldn’t let anyone walk over her.
“Fuck.” She yelled as she slammed her cards down. Grabbing the pitcher of beer as Finn and Isiah laughed.
Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for her to feel the effects. The whiskey quickly catching up to her as she went around the room bugging her family and poking fun at her cousins. She laughed loudly as Ada slipped by and told her a joke. Tommy looking over and running a hand through his graying hair.
“You have to tell him Anna. At least at some point.” She said, walking with her over to where Polly and Tommy stood. money and business plots running through both their minds as they drank.
“Told you not to go too heavy now Anna.” He said.
“I know I know. Just wish I could see him now. Bastard had to go to another party…” she mumbled, not realizing what she’d said.
“Who?” He asked, sitting his drink down and crossing his arms as he looked into her eyes.
“My boyfriend…” she said, her eyes widening at the fact that she’d told him.
Polly chuckled as Tommy’s face turned from slight disappointment, to anger, and then a smirk.
“I knew it.” Polly said as she sipped champagne, the clock had just struck midnight, but Anna hardly noticed.
“Well tell him we’d like to meet him. And to ‘ave a happy new year.” He said, his face impossible to read as he knocked back the last of his whiskey.
“I-I will...” She said, crossing her arms just like he had, as she realized what she’d done.
After the hours passed, the ride to Ada’s was fun yet awkward, her driving sporadic as she sang happily and cracked jokes to Anna.
“He’ll lighten up love. We just have to see if the poor lad can make it 5 minutes with us.” She said, earning a smirk from her niece.
“Oh joy.” Anna said, drunkenly thinking about her boyfriend having to meet the infamous blinders face to face.
Characters: Thomas Shelby x Y/N (ft. Esme + Polly)
Requested by: Anon
Summary: Y/N doesn't know how Thomas feels about her, thinking he'd never fall for someone like her. But things change after one over-heard phone call.
“Why’d ya do that?” Arthur asked Tommy as he sulked about his office.
“I had to, if I didn’t there would’ve been witnesses and witnesses are no good for us now.” He said, clenching his jaw.
“It was for the best. The whole lot were dying.” He said nonchalantly, his clothes still stained with blood.
“You couldn’t just let them go after a beat down? I had them in line.” Arthur said, his fists bloodied and bruising in spots.
“Tell that to the one who got away.” Tommy sighed, remembering the man who’d escaped.
“What are we to do then aye? Sit on our asses all day?” Johnny chimed in.
“Mhm” he said, walking out of the room as he undid his shirt. Flinging the bloodied shirt to the ground near his trusty assistant.
Your eyes scanned him as he walked to the wardrobe, pulling out a clean linen button up and slipping it on.
“Did you get those letters done Y/N?” He asked, not noticing how your pupils dilated and your breathing hitched at the sight of him.
“Yes. I handed them off to Polly. She delivered them.” You said, sheepishly looking down at your typewriter.
“Good. Thank you love.” He said quickly, leaving before you could react.
Your heart raced as you over-analyzed what he called you. “Love.”It wasn’t just the word, but it was in the way he said it. It was quick, so as to hide emotion, but soft enough to make you wonder if he felt the same.
As the day turned to night, some of the other employees went home, while others lingered nervously.
Polly sulked near the window, her hands white-knuckling a mug of tea as she waited for her boys to come home.
“He said 9:00 pm. It’s 10:00. If Johns not back soon I’m giving him an earful.” Esme said, moving her hand over her small baby bump.
“Hey Y/N why are you still here love? That bastard say to stay?” Esme asked as you walked out to the common room.
“Mhm. Finishing the paperwork. Said he felt better if I stayed.” You said, thinking back to the day before. Him discussing the boys’ plans with you while you were typing away at a rather long document.
“You mean you want me to stay here and wait for you? Why?” You’d asked, your heart skipping a beat.
“Because I may need you.” He said with a straight face, his eyes fleeing from yours for a moment as you processed everything. He pulled a cigarette out of his coat pocket, looking at you as he lit it. A puff of smoke escaping his lips.
“You’ll be safer here.” He said, slowly walking out as you watched from your desk.
“Ahh I see. Tommy’s at it again…” Esme said with a smirk, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“What?” You asked.
“Oh nothing love. He usually doesn’t have his assistant stay with us on long nights.” She said, looking at Polly with a knowing glance.
“C’mon Y/N, you have to admit he’s handsome. Anyone could have him but he wants you. He’s not good at showing it is all.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows slightly. Teasing you with new knowledge as you sat at the edge of her desk.
“Look at that, red as blood.” Polly said, walking over and patting you on the shoulder.
“He’s good at hiding it. But we’ve noticed. He doesn’t just undress like that. At least not around us.” Polly said smirking into her tea.
“Mhm. Well, um…I’ve enjoyed the chat loves, but I’m going back to my office.” You said, your face flushing as you awkwardly excused yourself.
As you tried to distract yourself with one of Thomas’ books, you continued to hear Esme and Polly making up things as they waited.
Your heart soon jumping out of your chest though as a call rang through.
“Hello?” You asked, your heart calming once you heard a familiar voice.
“Oh, hi Moira. Nothing I’m just at work late again. Yes…yes I know I’m lucky to work for him-do I what?…Want to sleep with him?” You questioned, hoping the others weren’t hearing your friend teasing you on the other line.
“I mean, yes he’s nice looking, I doubt he’d ever sleep with me though. No-no I don’t know if he’s well-endowed alright? Christ Moira. Can we talk tomorrow? I’ll meet you at the pub aye.” You said, feeling eyes on you from a distance.
“Alright love, see ya tomorrow.” You said hanging up and shaking your head slightly as you turned around in your seat.
“Esme not now I-“ you said, stopping shortly after you saw the handsome man leaning against the door frame. His shirt was bloodied for the second time that day. His pants and shoes covered in mud. And a long crimson line of blood running down the side of his cheek. The sound of his cigarette lighter quickly snapping you out of your trance as he smirked slightly.
“I hear you want to fuck me aye?” He asked, your eyes widening as you tensed up. Your face warming up with each second that passed.
“Who told ya that?” You asked, chuckling nervously as he walked closer.
“I heard everything Y/N…” He said, moving closer to you as you swallowed your response down your throat.
“It was just an honest conversation, Tommy.” You said, brushing it off as you got up. His hand catching yours and pulling you back to him.
“Honest aye?” He said, moving his hands to your waist as you thought about everything leading up to this point. He didn’t want you. Did he? He kept his desires to himself, unknown to you. Letting his gaze linger on you for longer than needed, getting lost in your voice at meetings, and thinking about seeing you each day knowing your smile will greet him at the door.
“Mhm. I…I doubt you do though. I’ll-I’ll just go.” You said, taking his hands off your waist.
“Who said I didn’t?” He asked, your eyes locking with his as he lifted a finger to your chin, lightly guiding your lips to his as you melted into him.
“Oi! Y/N. We’re uh…gonna go. Have fun you two.” Esme said with a wink. Thomas shaking his head as you buried your face in his chest.
“Well now that’s settled, what do we do now?” You asked, kissing him once more before he replied.
“I have a few ideas.” He said, leading you to his office.
Trigger Warnings: Kind of Season 6 Spoilers if you haven't seen it yet. Angst, Descriptions of death etc.
Word Count: Idk lol
Characters: Thomas Shelby x Ruby Shelby
Requested by: Anon
Request:
"Please could I have some Tommy x teenage daughter angst? Thank you so much"
“Daddy? Where do we go when we die?” Ruby asked softly, her frail frame shaking with bloodied coughs every moment or so.
“I’d say heaven, but I don’t quite know myself. But you aren’t going anywhere love. Now now. Not ever.” He said, kissing her hand.
“Mum said you were going to find someone that could help me get better?” She asked.
“Aye I am. Leaving tomorrow. Sometimes you can’t trust doctors and their treatments. So I’m going to try to help you alright?” He said, watching her nod with a small smile.
“Goodnight my darling. I love you.” Tommy said, his eyes watering slightly as he took in what he knew could be the last image of his daughter alive. It haunted him with each day that passed. Only making his mission grow more important as time went on.
Over the next few days he’d traveled to where Esme Lee was taking up camp.
“Took ages. Didn’t think you’d be over here.” Tommy said, looking at the tired young woman with hurt in her eyes.
“You only found me because I wanted to be found. Now, Thomas…what are you here for?” She asked, her eyes dancing toward his as the wind whipped around them. The bonfire near her groups caravans nearly blowing out.
“I have a daughter named Ruby. She’s ill. Deathly ill with consumption.” He said.
“Not surprised you’ve procreated again…Now tell me, has she wore a black Madonna?” She asked.
“Yes, doctors are going to try collapsing her lung and if it spreads they’ll try a new gold treatment. Apparently it’s been working decently.” He said.
“They always say that. Give me two days and I’ll have something for you. But I’ll need to be paid for my efforts.” She said.
“What’s your price?” He asked.
“Gold. I want gold, Tommy. If they can use it for medicine it might as well be accessible by now aye?” She said.
“Okay, I’ll get ya gold. Now will this work?” He asked.
“If you have to question it, probably not. Just give me two days.” She said, waving him off to find his own shelter.
Her heart was still broken from Johns death. Nothing could bring him back, but maybe there was hope for little Ruby yet.
Two days passed and Lizzie frantically called Tommy, her voice thick with tears.
“Tommy. You need to come home. It’s in both her lungs. The gold didn’t work.” She said.
“Fuck. Alright I’ll be there in the morning. Is she stable?” He asked.
“For now. Please hurry.” She said, hanging up.
Thomas slammed the phone down on the hotel desk, his eyes blurring with tears as he pictured Ruby lying in her hospital bed, dreading what was to come.
“I’m going to help you Ruby. I swear it…” He said through gritted teeth as he yelled in frustration, throwing his glass of water against the brick wall and shattering it to pieces.
Not soon after, he got back in his car and sped to Esme. It’s been two days and word hadn’t gotten to him. Did she just say that so he’d leave? Or did she really have something?
Brakes squeaked and squelched along the muddy ground as the car came to a halt.
“Esme! Esme Lee! Come out right now!” He yelled, the company surrounding Esme at the camp, slowly getting out of bed and out into the open.
“Quiet down will ya Tommy? Kids are sleepin’” She said, getting out of her vardo with a small vial in her hand.
“Took me own blood to make it, has special things in it that I’m not telling ya, but Polly would appreciate it. Give her the whole bottle. And I mean, every last drop. It’s worth more than gold.” She said, chucking it to him.
“Thank you. I’ll get you your gold.” He said firmly.
“You better. Now go save your precious little gem.” She said, truly praying it would help. As much as she despised Tommy, she couldn’t let a child die.
—
It was 5 in the morning when Thomas had burst through the hospital doors, the staff jumping at the sudden noise.
“Where’s Ruby? Ruby Shelby? I need to see my daughter right now.” He said.
“She’s quarantined, made her a special room sir. She’s not doing well I’m afraid.” One of the nurses said as she led him to the isolated room.
Lizzie soon enveloped him in a hug as she cried, her hope dwindling with each second he was gone.
“She’s dying Tommy. They tried some of the gold. It didn’t work, she’s too far gone.” She said as she followed him to Ruby’s bedside.
“No she’s not, not now. Ruby…I’m here love. Drink this very fast alright? Can you hear me?” He whispered, bringing the vial to her lips as she barely moved to swallow the concoction.
“What was that?” Lizzie asked, her faith in gypsy medicine skeptical at best.
“It’s worth more than gold Lizzie. That’s what it is.” He said, looking at his watch and then at Ruby’s sweet face.
“C’mon…” He whispered, trying to clutch her to himself where she could be safe in his arms.
“We’re going to watch her tonight Mr. Shelby. You and Mrs. Shelby can go-“ the doctor started, being cut off by a unanimous “No.”
“We wait till noon.” Thomas said, praying to Polly and god-knows-what that his daughter can come back to him.
“Give her time. C’mon.” Lizzie said, urging him to lie down on the nearby bench.
“No.” He said, gently picking Ruby up to where he was holding her, cradling her as best he could with all the bandages and things attached to her.
“I have to feel her breathing. Please sleep love.” He said, Lizzie nodding and lying down and laying a blanket over her slender frame.
“Daddy’s here. I’m right here okay Ruby? I’ll always be right here.” He said rubbing her small hands in his, they were cold despite the sweat beading on her forehead.
Thomas told her little stories and sang soft lullabies as he too drifted off to sleep, hoping that in a few hours time she’d be with him again.
—
At noon, Thomas felt a sharp pain in his side as the sun shined down from the hospital windows.
“What was-“ He started to say, before he realized the pain was caused by Ruby fighting in her sleep.
She’d moved, finally in days she’d moved.
“Lizzie…Lizzie shes awake!” Tommy said urgently, Lizzie stumbling over to her bedside.
“Wake up love, just a dream. It’s just a dream.” Thomas said, rubbing her back as she came to.
“Sorry daddy. I was fighting the scary man. He tried to trick you and then hurt you.” She said, her voice sounding a bit clearer.
“I’ll go get the doctor.” Lizzie said, running straight out of the room.
“Who’s Esme?” She asked, Tommy shaking as he realized it was working.
“Oh my sweet girl…she…she was in our family…you’re back…” He said holding her close.
“She’s nice, she and aunt Polly visited me in my dream.” She said, looking up at her father with clear eyes that reflected her mothers.
“Good. My darling, good.” He said, his brain not yet connecting that she was indeed alive. It all seemed like a dream to him too.
“Why is she up? How-how is she up?” The doctor said as he came in.
“I told you I’d help her.” Tommy said.
“What did you do Mr. Shelby?” He asked.
“Trust me, if I knew, I’d tell ya.” He said, gently picking her up and heading out the door with Lizzie.
They both cried all the way home, arrow house greeting them with open arms as they entered. The Shelby family was once again safe, even if just for a while.
—
Years later, 6 to be exact, Ruby had turned 13. Her mother coming in from overseas and Tommy pulling out the chair for her at the grand dining table at arrow house.
“So good to see you my girl. It’s been a while. You’ll have to visit me and Charlie.” She said, her eyes still hiding the pain of her husband sleeping with Mosley’s wife in order to infiltrate his plans. It was a harsh goodbye, nearly causing Tommy to spiral, but Ruby decided to stay with him, saving him.
“You can have as much cake as you’d like if you want love, but just tell me one thing…” Thomas said, holding his daughters hand.
“Do you have any regrets? Blow them all away with the candles if ya do.” He said as he used his lighter to light birthday candles instead of cigarettes for once.
“I have one, but it’s morbid.” She said.
“Oh? How morbid? You’re a blinder, you’ve seen morbid.” He said.
“I…didn’t tell you about the scary man and what he’d said later that day…” She said, her eyes flickering to the flames as the wax dropped onto the cake.
Tommy froze and Lizzie tensed as they realized what she’d meant. The man from her dream all those years ago.
“He said even though I’d beaten him, his business isn’t done. A devils business is never done. I knew he meant you. Polly and Esme…they…they warned me to protect you. To know that there’s still people out there trying to harm you. I didn’t want to say anything but I feel I’ve said it too late already.” She said.
“Why’s that?” He asked.
“Because I know someone will come for you, it may be near your life’s end when you notice, it may be near all our ends…” She said taking a breath, her lungs still scarred from her past illness.
“But, Polly showed me a man with a black rectangle on his face, or I guess a mustache, not sure. Looked quite funny.” She said, a small smile cracking despite the cryptic warning.
“Those are dreams my love, don’t let them haunt you now. We’ll be okay.” Lizzie said, chuckling and kissing her daughters forehead.
Thomas sucked in a breath as he remembered Michael and his plot against him; Gina’s family still wreaking havoc on part of their imports; and remembered the growing tensions with the nazi party and their unethical ideals. It was only a matter of time before they were all in danger but he didn’t think it would be so soon.
“I’m going to stop him. Even if it kills me.” He said tensely, kissing his daughters forehead before heading out to make his plans.
“He’s going to be killed. He has-“ Lizzie started to say.
“No limitations. I know.” Ruby said, cutting her mother off before taking a sip of her tea. She’d felt conflicted, having faith in her father but fear in her heart of what could come. This could be the last mission for Thomas Shelby, and the whole family in general. But like the ticking of her fathers pocket watch, only time would tell.
So this may be my fave drunk fic. Thank my 3 working brain cells that decided to write at 2am. :)
Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts
Trigger Warnings: Violence, Angst, Use of Weapons, Implied PTSD, Swearing.
Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader
Word Count: 1,392
Requested: Yes, by Anon. Peaky Prompts #5. You can find it here.
Summary: Love is the one thing that holds you and Thomas together. Even when you're both at risk, he'd do anything to protect you and his family.
The air rustled through your coat as you walked along the cold snow-covered cobblestones. The sound of men yelling and the smell of booze filling your nostrils as you neared the garrison. It was as if you’d lived there with how often you visited. Just to see a man by the name of Thomas Shelby.
You met him one night while with your friend at the bar, drinking over lost loves and what not. But like a knight in cotton and tweed armor he came walking in. Taking your breath away instantly. He was important and you could tell. He walked through the double wooden doors like he owned the place, and little did you know-he did.
It seemed like ages ago, you and Tommy flirting and joking around with his family while grabbing a few shots. They were like family to you now, all knowing you were aware of what they did, but also knowing you had a dislike towards violence. He’d said one night that nice people like you don’t belong with a man like him, but you proved him wrong.
On many occasions when he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, you lifted some of it off- carrying it with you until whatever was bothering him passed. The only person that could turn him soft was you. With one look he’d crumble like an old withering pillar. His tears flooding your clothing and his hands shaking as he held-or rather grasped onto you for dear life. When things got bad, you were the one he turned to. You were his safe place, his home. Darkness often filled every crevice of his mind, but you were the one shining light at the end of the tunnel.
He may not have realized it at first, with being so swept up in the intricacies of the business, but he soon knew you were the one. The one he’d want to spend his life with-however long that may be. He’d be spending it with you and that’s all that mattered.
He was cold hearted when he had to be, and you’d only seen it at the shop and on occasion at family meetings or at the garrison. But this time…it was different.
“They’re coming for us y/n. You have to stay here alright? You have to.” He said in a frantic tone as you pulled Charlie, and your two year old daughter close. She was crying loudly in your ear as he ushered you all into the room in the cellar.
“Why? What did you do?” You’d ask, your eyes growing wide in fear as your heart raced, knowing men were outside your home wanting blood…your husbands blood in particular.
“I did it to protect you. Now please don’t come out until this is over. I love you.” He’d say with a sullen look on his face, his words only holding half a meaning as they left his mouth.
“I’m afraid…I’m so afraid…” you said as you clutched his hand. The men outside were yelling as you spoke, almost muffling you.
“Don’t be scared love. I’ll come back, I promise.” He said, preparing his machine gun as he heard shouts at his door. He was a man that only made promises he could keep.
“You’d think after all we’ve been through the fucking Italians would give us a break.” He said as he loaded bullets into the barrel.
“I know Tommy. God damn it please come back. We need you.” You said, clutching the children close as you watched him reluctantly go up the stairs and close the door to the cellar. His eyes were wide as he pushed back the memories of being face to face with death in the tunnels in France. Knowing his time could be cut short at any moment. But, like the strong person he was, he ran toward the gunfire. He ran toward to the crowd gathered at his home, perching silently as he steadied his breath from upstairs. It was in that next minute, a soldiers minute, that he knew too well would pass by slowly. It was the calm before the storm. The minute hanging in the air until he let one last breath out before firing. His brothers failed to be there that night, none the wiser to their brothers struggle. So there he stood alone, with his gun and fear gripping his throat deep down. It wasn’t something he’d shown often, having taken down many a man in his lifetime-more than anyone should. But now it was up to him to defend his family. They’d came to end the Shelby name, to make it non-existent in the name of revenge. To tarnish any good reputation that they’d developed over the years. To them, to these…terrible people who were associated with Changretta, he was a wayward man, a trouble making g*psy who took and took and never gave. They thought he’d never realize what he’d done to their family. And now they came for his.
But deep down he knew he wanted to make a few things right in his life. He wanted to be the hero his family needed, and to be the one to end the turmoil that surrounded him. It was harder pulling a gun on an enemy than on oneself, the sheer magnitude of his family being at stake making him more eager to end it. But alas, he didn’t, shooting the main instigator on the spot from the window. The other men shooting blindly as he’d ordered all the lights to be turned off in the manor. The only sound was misfires and frustrated shouts as his newfound enemies shot blindly at the darkened brick walls. Their hands and arms growing tired as they shot, questioning what they were really fighting for…
What would come of this? Some of them thought. Death, humiliation, shame-were only some of the emotions these men felt. But as Tommy fired the last rounds into the group from various points, their questions dimmed as death silenced them. Their choice ultimately being made for them as their group leader-a confidante of Changretta’s stood pale-faced and shaken as he watched the men die around him.
“Go on. Now. Tell them it’s over.” Thomas said menacingly from above. His hands trembling out of sight from the power of the machine gun.
The lone man ran as fast as he could, barely dodging a warning shot and an attack from Cyril as he hit the road. This was likely the second time he’d come for his family, and he’d be damned if it happened again.
As the hours ticked by, he finally stalked down to the cellar to let them know they were safe. You embraced him instantly as you could sense he was in an abundance of stress. His fight or flight going off like an alarm as he smiled blindly at the children, desperately trying to let them know everything was alright.
“You can talk to me love. You know that right?” You asked before ushering the children up the stairs.
“I-I know. I will.” He said, almost sounding like he did in the war. A cadence in his voice that was odd to your ears.
“Okay. I love you.” You said hesitantly as he gripped the edge of the small table in the cellar.
“I know. I love you too. Just get to bed aye? I’ll have the bodies cleared soon.” He said, his mind buzzing with orders as he fleeted between the war and the present. His mind wanting to find a safe place while his logic told him to call in reinforcements.
It was only after an hour that they’d came though, his brothers tiredly cleaning and burying whomever they found who were unlucky enough to meet Thomas’ bullets.
“You should’ve called.” Arthur said passively as he loaded the last body onto the truck.
“I should’ve yes. But I, like god, had different plans.”
“But you’re not god Tommy.” Arthur said, his soft heart trying to tear into Thomas’ heart of stone.
“Not yet.” He said, bringing a cigarette to his lips before lighting it. The flames and smoke rising up in the air as you lied awake, knowing it would be far from over. He was a Shelby after all, and only a fool would think Shelby’s could rest.
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Summary: Tatiana lets Y/N have her way after a suspenseful night.
A/N: IF YOU'RE UNDER 18 PLZ BE A GOOD NOODLE & DON'T READ IT. You've been warned. 💕
The sound of heels on the marble floor echoed throughout Y/N’s mansion. Her heart racing as she touched up her makeup and straightened out her lace dress.
It was the night of the ball. Something Tatiana had been going on about for ages. She’d said she had business dealings with a certain Thomas Shelby though.
Y/N’s heart sank as she realized she wouldn’t be able to spend the whole evening with the love of her life, seeing as the business Tatiana conducted wasn’t exactly legal.
“How was the meeting Tatiana?” She asked, watching as the woman she loved walked in without blinking an eye.
“His wife got shot. But it was alright. I managed to get some business taken care of before everything fell apart.” She said, curling up on the plush bed near the window.
“You don’t seem shaken up about it love.” Y/N stated.
“I’ve seen worse. The poor woman bled out in minutes. It’s a shame. She was pretty.” She said with a slight wicked smirk.
“Well then.” Y/N scoffed playfully, undoing her robe to reveal a red lace set of lingerie.
“Why are you all dressed up? Are you making sure I didn’t fall for the deceased?” Tatiana asked, biting her lip.
“No. I’ve just missed you. We went to the ball but never once were seen together.” Y/N said with a sad look in her eyes.
“Next time there’s an event, I’ll make sure we’re together. I promise Y/N.” She said undoing her own dress quickly as you sat on the edge of the bed.
“Good. Because I want them to know you’re mine.” Y/N said, moving to where she was straddling Tatiana. Her pussy growing wet at just the thought of her mouth lost in her depths.
As you swayed your hips slightly, Tatiana grapped them firmly. Steadying you so you could kiss for what felt like an eternity.
You slowly broke the kiss though, biting and sucking your way down her neck, leaving small bruises as you made your way down.
Tatiana gasped as you bit her nipples slightly. Her breasts peeking up in excitement as you grabbed them. You continued your games, trailing kisses down her stomach, stopping right at her clit.
It was supple glistening, just waiting to be messed with. She gasped as you kissed her clit again, blowing cool air onto it as you teased her thighs.
“Please…Y/N.” She said, grabbing her hair.
“Not yet love. I’m not done.” Y/N said with a devilish grin.
“Fuck…” Tatiana moaned quietly as you circled around her clit, gently applying pressure until she was about to burst.
“Don’t cum yet darling.” Y/N said, kissing her clit once again before moving to her lips, the kiss desperate yet passionate.
“I’ll get you back…for this…” Tatiana said, grabbing her hair and coaxing her downward.
“I’m looking forward to it.” Y/N said before licking all over her pussy. The taste of her making her own arousal grow as she heard Tatiana’s moans. She was moaning Y/N’s name. Not anyone else’s, and it drove you wild knowing your name was on her lips.
You slowly slipped you tongue in and out, causing Tatiana to rock her hips slightly as she grabbed your head to create more pressure.
“Harder.” She said breathlessly as you picked up your pace and buried your tongue further in. You brought one and up, gripping her thigh, while the other was circling her clit feverishly.
“Oh….” You heard her say as she ground herself on your face. Her cum coating your mouth and nose as she came closer to the edge.
“Keep going…” Tatiana said, her hands releasing your hair as she gripped the sheets around her. You felt her clenching inside as you kept your pace, knowing she’d let loose at any moment.
And she did, loudly moaning and grinding down on you as she came. Desperately begging for more.
“Fuck me…now.” She said, her eyes serious despite the flushing of her cheeks.
“Alright.” Y/N said, eating her out once more before putting a few fingers in side her. She started her movements slow, allowing her to adjust. Her hips bucking upwards as you thrusted them in faster and harder. She squealed and moaned as you continued, finger-fucking her until she came close again.
“Oh god….Y/N….” She said loudly, her moans and breaths becoming more erratic as she circled her own clit and fingered herself with her other hand.
Y/N gently curled her fingers up, finding Tatiana’s g-spot as she moaned her name. The next orgasm was eminent. He walls clenching around your fingers as she opened like a flood gate. Her juices spraying out blissfully onto you and the bed.
“Oh no….” Tatiana said breathlessly as she shook from her massive orgasm.
“We’re going to have to clean this up.” Y/N said.
“Not until I’m done with you my love.” Tatiana said, moving to where she was straddling Y/N now. She knew she had it coming, but she wanted as much time with her beautiful girlfriend as possible, seeing as the next few weeks she’d be conducting some risky business.
Trigger Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Sight Mentions of Blood/Gore, Fluff.
Word Count: 3,273
Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader
Requested: Yes
Requested by: Anon, you can find it here.
Summary: Y/N is accused of stealing a check from the company, resulting in her being fired. But only after a tense situation, does her boss and longtime crush Thomas find out the truth.
It was nearing midnight as Y/N walked through the shop, her heels clicking on the uneven wooden floors as Linda finished the nights paperwork, a nervous look on her face as she shuffled them away.
Y/N paid no mind as she sat down at her desk near Thomas’ office. Tapping her pen nervously as she glanced at her wristwatch. They were supposed to be here by now. All of the Shelby brothers were supposed to be shouting and running through the shops still high on their victory against one of the other gangs in town. They were supposed to be sighing in relief and pouring the boys drinks, but only silence ensued as Linda crept towards the company safe which she’d sneakily found the combination to while going through Y/N’s desk one night. With a quick movement, she unlocked the heavy door, yanking it open and rifling through the stack of blank checks and tearing off a slip.
“Are you alright Linda? Do you need help?” Y/N asked as she saw her walk quickly back to her seat.
“I’m fine, just had to move around the shop a bit. Nerves right?” She said while fiddling with the slip of paper hidden in her hand, out of sight from her curious coworker.
“Yeah, I understand. They should be back by now. I don’t know where they are, but I’m sure Arthur will go straight to you when he arrives though.” She said with a small smile.
Linda nodded and quickly wrote the check out, shoving it in her purse before giving Y/N a small stack of papers.
“I’m going to run a letter to the mail, I’ll be back.” She said, walking out the door before Y/N could speak.
“Weird.” She mumbled to herself as she went back to going through the papers Linda handed her, all ones Thomas needed to sign-off on in the morning.
The cold air crept through Linda’s dress as she walked with her arms clutched around her to keep warm, the mailbox just in her sights as she remembered what she had to do.
“I’ll pay you if you keep quite about us alright love? It’ll only upset Arthur if he finds out. It could ruin our chances of being together if he’s not dealt with.” She’d said to her lover the night before Thomas’ plan went into effect. Tonight they were planning to take down a troublesome gang that strolled into town, but they were none the wiser to who she’d been fooling around with right under Arthur’s nose. The man was one of the gangs hit men, with the precise instruction from Linda to take Arthur out so she could run off with him instead.
The car nearby sent a shiver down Linda’s spine as she dropped the check into the mailbox, hoping it would all be over soon with no one suspecting her. She even used a blank check thinking no one could trace it, but little did she know just how well Shelby Company Limited kept their finances. As the car neared, she hoped Arthur wasn’t inside, meaning her plan had worked and her payment would be sent. But only time would tell.
With quick steps she went back into the shop, seeing Y/N walking out of Thomas’ office as she’d placed the remaining paperwork on his desk.
“Did ya find it okay? I thought you’d left for the night.” Y/N said.
“Everything is fine Y/N. Were you able to get those papers sorted?” She asked, changing the subject as the boys walked through door looking worse for wear.
“Yes.” Y/N answered quickly as she followed Linda’s wide-eyed gaze to the front door.
“Y/N go get the first aid kit. Now!” Thomas demanded as he sat Arthur down in a nearby chair, John helping unbutton his shirt as Finn grabbed the whiskey from Thomas’ office.
“Drink up brother this is going to hurt.” Finn said, holding the bottle to his lips as he chugged the brown liquid.
“My god what happened?” Y/N heard Linda ask as she gathered the first aid kit with shaking hands.
“Those fuckers shot me, one of the fellows almost shot me in the head damn near.” Arthur said through gritted teeth as Thomas looked at the gunshot wound to his abdomen.
“Here Tom.” Y/N said quickly, handing him the kit and crouching near Arthur to hold his hand that Linda was surprisingly not holding.
“It’ll be alright, deep breaths.” Y/N said squeezing his hand a bit to take his mind off Thomas extracting the bullet.
The room filled with Arthur’s shouts of agony as Thomas worked to dislodge it, his blood spurting out every so often from the movements of the tools.
“Linda are you alright?” John asked as he saw her face turn pale. He was holding Arthur back and helpless at the point.
“Yeah. Arthur? Love? It’s me. I want to stay but I’ll be no use on the floor. I’ll go home to be get things ready for you. Stay strong love.” She said quickly, her face sparkling with sweat as she fought back nausea from the sight of her almost ex-husbands blood. A panicked feeling shooting through her veins as she realized her plan was falling apart.
“Oh alright, just go!” He shouted drunkenly as he grew frustrated at the situation. His mind trying to piece together why he was targeted out of all of them as Thomas stopped the bleeding and stitched him up.
“I don’t know Tom, I don’t know why they aimed at me....why he aimed at me I don’t know....” He said, drifting off as he grew tired from the ordeal.
“It’s alright we’ll figure it out in the morning.” Thomas said, helping his brother up as John got the door and helped him into the car.
“Where’s John taking him?” Y/N asked, wiping her hands on her dress as she stared at the bloody mess on the floor.
“Home. He can rest there more than here. Thank you for looking after the shop with Linda.” He said, going to clean up the mess.
“It’s no problem Tommy. Here I can clean that...if you need a moment to rest.” She said, grabbing a cloth near her and dousing it in some of the whiskey.
Thomas stepped back as she wiped the rest of the blood away, her hair falling out of its loose bun as she ringed the last of the blood off the towel and into the small pail that contained the bullet.
“Are you hurt or anything?” She asked, her heart racing as she realized he’d been staring.
“Just a few scratches. Don’t worry about it love.” He said, lighting a cigarette and staring into her eyes. Y/N could feel her cheeks heating up as she looked back towards her desk, the old butterflies she’d had tucked away for the man resurfacing as of late.
“Well if everything’s done here, am I free to go?” She asked.
“Mhmm.” He said, walking towards his office as she gathered her things. His mind racing with why his brother was shot out of all of them. If anything he thought he would’ve been the first on their hit list.
“I’ve left the paperwork from today on your desk if you feel like signing them. Goodnight Tommy.” She said giving him a small smile.
“Thank you, good night love.” He said, his lips turning up slightly as he watched her walking out the door.
The next morning, Michael had came into his office urgently, with a stack of checks in his hand.
“One of them are missing Tom. Wasn’t me but it was recent. I can tell because we just wrote one today and the one before it is gone. See.” He said showing him the checkbook and where the sequence of numbers hadn’t lined up.
“Well who the fuck stole a company check then aye? Only three people know the code and that’s you, Polly, and Y/N.” He said, his heart aching at the thought of her doing something like that when he already paid her more than she’d expected.
“You want me to call a meeting?” Michael asked, rubbing a tired hand over his face.
“Yeah. Whoever did that probably knows about Arthur.” He said, his suspicion growing from last nights events.
“What’s wrong?” Polly asked as they all sat around the large table in the betting room.
“I have reasons to suspect someone has stolen a check from the company. Maybe used it to pay off someone perhaps.” He said, his eyes darting to everyone. Linda looked tired and Arthur sat near her with a pained expression.
“Would any one of you happen to know who it was? It was recent.” He said, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. The smoke filling the room almost as heavily as the tension.
“It wasn’t Michael or I.” Polly said, shaking her head.
“Y/N...do you know anything about this?” Thomas asked, his eyes much more serious than last night. They were frightening in the way they bore into her soul despite her not knowing what was going on.
“No. I haven’t got a clue Tommy.” She said, holding his gaze as her heart raced.
“Linda...you were also here last night. Do you know?” He asked looking at her with the same calculating eyes.
“No. All I remember is I stepped out for a moment to send off one of your letters and to catch some air before you all arrived.” She said.
“And Y/N was the only one at the shop during that time?” He asked.
“Yes.” She said, her eyes squinting slightly at the poor woman who hadn’t done a thing wrong the whole time she’d been there.
“Look, Tommy I-“ Y/N started to say before he interrupted her in a harsh tone.
“I don’t know why you stole it, but somehow my brother was shot the same night and you were the last person I saw in the shop. You were also the only person there while Linda was away. I have no other choice but to fire you, Y/N. Get your things and go.” He said. Y/N’s face paled and her eyes brimmed with tears as she silently left the room. She averted her gaze from everyone, instead looking at the floor as she packed her things and went out the door, thinking she’d never return to the shop again.
She tried to defend herself somewhat, knowing she didn’t have anything to do with what happened. But none of her words would speak sense into him right now. He was too quick to make judgements, but she wasn’t prepared for him to hurt her like he just did. She felt her body trembling and growing warmer as she slammed her car door shut, the sheer embarrassment and anger rising in her as she made her way home.
As the day drug on, Thomas searched with Michael for the check, calling post offices and banks to see where it could have been sent and who had written it.
“It was picked up this morning Mr. Shelby. Doesn’t look like your handwriting though. I’ll have it sent to you. You caught it just in time.” The woman said, glancing at the writing on the envelope.
“Alright, thank you ma’am.” He said before hanging up.
“What’d they say aye?” Arthur asked, wincing as he moved about in his chair.
“They’re sending it back. It was almost sent out so we caught it just in time. She mentioned it wasn’t my handwriting.” He said, lighting a cigarette.
“Christ. What’d Linda say aye? Did her letter get sent out? She said it was for a charity.” Arthur asked, remembering she mentioned a letter.
“I’ve never written one to any charities, not recently.” Thomas said as his eyes narrowed.
“What...do you think...Linda stole the check?” Arthur asked quietly, knowing she was right around the corner.
“It’s possible. I know she’s your wife and all but she hasn’t exactly been helpful around here lately. Also it’s not adding up.” He said, his mind racing as he thought about the meeting.
“Christ....so you think she wrote the letter and the check then? They would’ve found the letter.” Arthur said.
“Aye, I think the letter was a ruse. The woman from the post office never found a letter from us. Just the check.” He said.
“Well let’s fookin’ ask her then. I can’t sleep at night knowing me wife’s trying to kill me.” Arthur said, a bit of panic in his voice as he realized she may have put a hit on him.
Over the next hour Thomas and him discussed the possibility of it being her, or it being Y/N. But now all signs were pointing to the short-haired blonde woman who not only had a knack for stealing hearts, but for stealing checks as well as, the mailman handed Thomas the envelope that had cursive handwriting on it. Inside contained a check and a terribly forged signature, along with her distinctive handwriting. Thomas couldn’t help but look out into the evening sky as he realized he’d made the wrong decision once again.
Linda heard her name being called as Thomas stood out his office door after retrieving the mail, the tension in the air seeming to rise as she reluctantly made her way to him.
“I have something to discuss with you and Arthur.” He said, ushering her into his office.
He locked the door behind her and stood in front of it as Linda sat by her husband. His tone more hostile than it had been at the family meeting earlier.
“So Linda...I’ll ask this once again. Did you steal the check?”
Linda looked around the room nervously as Arthur carefully got up and moved towards the door, officially wary of the woman.
Seeing as she had no way out, she sighed. Kissing the dream of running off with her lover goodbye as she knew how this interrogation could go.
“Y-yes I stole the combination from Y/N and snuck in the safe. The check was...to a man.” She said.
“Well it wasn’t to me. Who the fuck was it made out to?” Arthur asked, clinching his fists.
Linda stared at him blankly as a tear fell down her cheek.
“A man named Isaac. He was in-in that gang. I....I’ve been seeing him.” She said, wiping the tears from her eyes as he stalked forward.
“You fookin’ what?.... No...You don’t just put a hit out on a Shelby. Especially not on your own fucking husband.” He said angrily as Thomas put a firm hand on his shoulder to steady him.
“I did though, Arthur. I wanted to run off with him. I wanted you gone so it would be easier for me to leave. But I can’t do that now.” She said.
“So you knew I’d be walking into a death trap aye? You could’ve gotten more than me killed.” He spat, leaning against the door.
Linda nodded as she tore her gaze from the man she once thought she loved, guilt and anger taking over as she stood up.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Thomas said, watching her reach for the gun on his desk.
“I just want to leave this place.” She said looking at the gun in her hand as she raised it at Thomas.
“If you shoot us, it’ll make it harder to leave. Put the gun down.” He said sternly.
With a sigh, she lowered the gun and placed it on the table. Wiping her tears away with shaking hands as she walked to the door and stared at Arthur angrily. His hurt expression at her confession barely phasing her.
“Arthur...” She said, trying to grab his hand from the doorknob. With a quick movement he gripped her wrist tightly before speaking.
“Fuck you Linda. I’m glad you failed.” He said with a slightly evil smirk.
“What do you mean? He got the check.” She said, not noticing the post had sent it back.
“We got the check and saw it was in your handwriting...we also killed him after he shot me. He won’t need you where he’s going. On the bright side...now you can suffer alone.” He said, as Linda looked angrily at him. Tears streaming down her face silently as he let go of her wrist.
“Linda.” Thomas said, causing her to rip her gaze from her now ex-husband.
“You should get your things together. You’re fired.” He said.
“You can’t do that! What will I do about money? The house?” She asked.
“You should’ve thought about that before you tried to hire someone to kill my brother. Now go.” He said lighting a cigarette and pointing her out the door.
With one last glance, she ran out of the office. The commotion of her gathering all her things making the rest of the company look around nervously as she did a walk of shame out the door with her stuff. Shoving it all in her car and vowing to never come back.
As the company got back to work for the evening, Thomas quickly ran out too, barely uttering a goodbye to Polly before leaving.
“Where are you going at this hour?” She asked, looking up from her papers.
“I made a mistake Pol.” He said.
“I’m not surprised.” She said.
“Excuse me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“At least get the balls to tell her you’re sorry and that ya like her. Maybe bring her some flowers. We could all see it you know.” She said as he rubbed the back of his neck impatiently.
“Anything else to add Pol?” He asked.
“Don’t fire her again. She’s the one good thing that’s happened to this goddamned company.” She said as he nodded and went towards her flat.
When he arrived with flowers in hand, he didn’t expect to see her in such a state. Her eyes were red and puffy like she’d been crying. And her hair was unkept as she held a bottle of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
“Why the fuck are you here aye?” She asked, slightly slurring her words.
“It was Linda....Y/N. All along it was her. She didn’t mail a letter, she mailed a check. And that check almost got Arthur killed. I’m uh...sorry for all I did back there.” He said.
“What...did you bring me flowers to cheer me up? Fuck off.” She said before trying to shut the door.
“Wait.” He said, holding his free hand out to hold the door.
“I came here for three reasons alright?” He said.
“Well get to talking because it’s cold.” She said, throwing her cigarette over the steps into the damp ground.
“Alright...I wanted to apologize because I know what I did and you didn’t deserve that. And I wanted to offer you your job back.” He said.
“What’s the third aye? I may be tipsy but I can still count.” She said.
“That I like you. I know I’ve been a real bastard recently but I swear I do.” He said.
“What do you say aye?” He asked, holding the flowers out to her.
“Next time buy me roses. And...I’ll accept your offer, but it’s only because I like you too. Now are we going to stand around here all night or are you coming in?” She asked with a slight smirk.
He smiled for what seemed like the first time in forever, taking his cap off as she grabbed the flowers from him. Leading him inside where they would later spend the rest of the night and many other nights to come.
Trigger Warnings: Lil bit of /implied/ Smut, Fluff, Angst, Fighting, Swearing, Blood, basically everything that makes the Peaky Blinders the Peaky Blinders.
Word Count: A lot...5,447 (I’ll be adding it to the masterlist under requested fics because it’s long as hell lmao)
Characters: Finn Shelby x Female!Reader
Request: “Hey can you make one with Finn where they dating for some time but the Shelby family doesn't know much about her/her family so they don't trust her but them she receves a black hand and Luca goes after her trying to get her to betray the family and she pretends to agree just to tell them a Luca is up to and just how her relashionship becomes better with then and how Finn just love her more and more. angst/fluff maybe smut idk”
Requested by: Anon
Summary: Y/N worries Finn’s family won’t trust her, but she gains it in an unexpected way.
“I’ve told you a hundred times Finn, your family doesn’t like me! It’s no secret.” Y/N stated, pacing around her room that Finn ventured to almost every night.
“They do too! They’re just...horrible at trusting people really. That’s all.” He said, stopping her from frantically pacing by placing his arms around her when she got close to him.
“Let me go!” She yelled, giggling as he picked her up and placed her on the bed.
He hovered over her like so many nights before, kissing her neck as she whimpered quietly in her barren apartment. His hands trailing down to her hips as she pulled him closer, their movements slowly breaking her out of her worries.
“When you-“ Y/N began, but was interrupted by Finn kissing her passionately.
“Stop worrying. We’re seeing them tomorrow whether you want to or not. They know how important you are to me, they just haven’t gotten to know you that well yet.” He said, continuing his actions as she moaned into his lips as his hands traveled further down.
Later that night, they lied there tangled in each other’s arms. Breathing ragged as they came down from their high.
“Can you believe we’ve been dating for a year, love?” He asked, looking up at the aging ceiling.
“Dating in secret for 6 months, dating in public for the other 6, it doesn’t feel like a year.” She said tersely.
Finn sighed as she spoke, preparing himself for another mini-lecture.
“My family can be a bit much Y/N, I’m sorry I kept you a secret from them for so long. There’s just...a lot of things about them that are-“ He started before Y/N interrupted him.
“Dangerous. I know.” She said sighing as she cuddled into his chest.
“Yeah. You’re not on their bad side, but it’s easy to get there, so I just wanted to keep you safe. Those 6 months were some of the scariest of my life so far. I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” He said, kissing the top of your head.
She turned to him, not saying a word as she looked into his eyes. They were so bright and full of hope despite the things he’s seen, making her wonder how long it would be until they turned cold and sinister like his brothers.
“I love you, Finn. I really do.” She said, pecking him on the lips before lying back down to sleep.
“I know.” He said, settling down beside her, hoping tomorrow would go well.
The next morning, the mail man came by dropping off various letters, waking them from their slumber as he banged on the door.
Finn shot up, looking to see Y/N still asleep as he went to see who it was.
He grabbed his hand gun after he put on his pants, and quietly walked to the door.
“Hello sir! Good morning. Here’s the mail for Miss Y/L/N.” He said cheerfully.
“Thank you.” He said, his nerves calming as he tucked the gun in his pocket, out of sight of the man.
As he waved the man off and closed the door, he heard his girlfriend’s footsteps lightly coming down the stairs.
“Finn? Who was that? Is everything okay?” She asked, pulling her robe around her nude body tightly.
“Yeah, just the mail.” He said, running his hands through the mass of hair on his head. He hadn’t told her the terrible news yet, but he figured bringing her to the family meeting would suffice.
He watched as she rummaged through various letters from her loved ones in London, knowing she’d probably spend hours writing back as she missed them terribly. Her job at a children’s charity office had forced her to move out to Small Heath after all.
As he watched, he saw her pick up a small letter that had intricate writing on it.
Y/N’s brow furrowed as she didn’t recognize the persons handwriting.
And when she opened it, she only grew more confused as she stared at the black handprint stamped on the white paper.
“What’s this?” She asked, raising it up to him. He crossed the room in a flash and tugged the letter from her hand.
“We have to go.” He said quickly, angrily.
“Finn, wait! We have to get dressed are you mad?!” She yelled, panicking internally.
Finn stopped near the front door and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, realizing he almost went to a family meeting half dressed, and leaving his girlfriend to meet them in a robe.
“Right. Ok, we have to be quick. C’mon.” He said leading her back upstairs so they could change.
Once done, they ran down the stairs, Y/N grabbing the letter and shoving it in her pocket as they went out the door.
Meanwhile at the shop, Tommy paced and checked his pocket watch as the family waited for Finn, knowing he’d probably bring his girlfriend in with him.
“So you’re telling me this fucking black hand is from the Changretta’s, Tom?” John asked, his face flushing with anger as he slammed the letter on his desk.
“Yes. They’re here and they’re taunting us. But I can’t talk about that until everyone’s here alright?”
“Oi he’s probably just fucking his, girlfriend they’ll be here soon. She has no ties to us besides Finn. They wouldn’t go after him or her, he’s not as involved.” Arthur said.
“Not yet. I know how he works. He’s going to try to run this family into the ground if we let him.” Tommy said, lighting a cigarette as the shop doors flew open, Finn practically dragging Y/N through the lobby and into the room.
“What the fuck is this Tommy! Why’s he coming for her eh?” He said grabbing the letter from her hand roughly and tossing it on his desk.
“Finn, Y/N...nice of you to join us. Everyone sit down.” He said walking in front of his desk and leaning against it.
“Why is he coming for her? Can we trust her?” Linda asked, earning a cold look from Finn.
“Shut it Linda. Yes you can trust her for gods sake, leave the poor girl alone.” Ada said.
“Since I got this letter personally may I speak? Or do I have to be pregnant or married to one of you to do so?” Y/N remarked snidely, annoyed at Linda’s assumptions. Polly smirked as she sipped her tea nervously. Tommy raised an eyebrow and nodded for her to continue, not expecting her to join in on things so quickly.
The room fell silent as she clutched Finns hand nervously.
“I know I’m not liked around here. You have no reason to like me and I’m not going to beg for anyone’s approval, but I want you to know you can trust me. I love Finn, and I’d never put him and your family in harms way, and to my knowledge he wouldn’t do so either. I can’t even begin to tell you how I got that letter, but before you call me out again, Linda. I’d like to ease some of your all’s suspicions.” She said, shifting in her seat.
“I’ve met you all a fair amount of times in the last 6 months. During that time I’ve had to readjust to a new job and move away from my family who are in London, and they have no ties to whatever the hell’s going on, therefore they don’t have ties to me either. I swear you can trust me.” She said, feeling her heart rate sky rocketing.
“Do you know about Luca Changretta?” Tommy asked, rubbing a cigarette along his lip before lighting it and taking a drag.
“No. I’ve never heard that name in my life.” She stated.
“Well, I’ve called you all here today because that is one of the men who sent us all black hands. Everyone got one, and that means he knows where we live, he most likely knows where we are at all times.” Tommy said.
“I’m going to have eyes on you until this is over, but I need you all to promise me something.” He said, putting out his cigarette in the tray on his desk.
“Promise what Thomas?” Polly asked, putting her tea down and crossing her arms.
“If you see anything suspicious, you tell me. I don’t care if it’s a false alarm, you tell me and don’t mutter any of this to a single soul.” He said, glaring at everyone as they sat before him.
“John, Arthur, Finn, Isiah. Get ready, grab your guns and your caps. Ladies you stay here, only go out for break. Polly, keep the legal business running, we can’t have someone slipping under our noses.” He said checking his bullets and putting on his coat.
“Will you be setting men up at our houses?” Esme asked.
“Yes. Mine too, don’t worry they’ve been briefed already.” He said, walking out the door.
Finn stood up reluctantly and pulled Y/N in for a hug and she placed a quick peck on his lips before he left, putting his cap on his head and grabbing a gun.
“Now, we have to work ladies. Y/N you’re staying here. You’ll have to call in today.” Polly said, grabbing papers off Tommy’s desk.
“Okay. I can help if needed, I’ve done secretary work before.” She said.
Polly looked at her for a moment and studied her before answering.
“Alright, there’s a desk near mine that’s been empty, I think the poor girl quit but hasn’t handed in her letter of resignation. You’ll take her desk for today, I’ll give you papers to sign with the company name.” She ordered.
“Okay, thank you Polly.” Y/N said quietly, sitting down at the rather large desk. The girl must’ve quit because the desk was empty and she found no personal items there, not even a photograph.
Polly came strolling over with a handful of documents pointing at the various places to sign and explaining some of the forms to her.
“Thank you, Polly.” She said giving her a small smile.
Y/N began signing, using it as a way to take her mind off of Finn and his brothers whereabouts.
Polly and Ada discussed some other work, and Linda filed some papers while Esme typed documents up, they all worked together nicely but there was a visible underlying tension between them and Linda. And if Y/N had a bad list, she knew she was first on it.
She sighed as she blew through the papers, yearning for a break and deciding to call in for the day at her regular job.
“Hello this is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m calling in today, I have some personal matters to attend to.....alright....thank you Mrs. Johnson. I’ll be in tomorrow....goodbye.” She said, hearing the disappointment in her bosses voice as she spoke.
“Did you call in?” Polly asked, overhearing your phone call.
“Yes. My boss wasn’t too happy but it’s not something I can control really.” She said.
“Next time I wouldn’t deal in absolutes my dear.” Polly said, combing through papers.
“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, finishing the forms on her desk.
“I know we haven’t known you for long but one thing you should know about the Shelby’s my dear is that we try not to make promises or make definite plans with others.” She said.
“So you’re saying I probably won’t be coming into work tomorrow either?” Y/N asked, anxiety filling her mind as she thought of Finn being hurt.
“Yes. You never know with this fucking family.” She said lighting a cigarette.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She said, excusing herself as she went towards the front door.
“Where are you going?” Polly asked.
“I just need some space. I’ll be right outside.” She said, she was about to promise that too but she heeded Polly’s words. They made sense but she couldn’t shake the sense of dread out of her bones.
As she leant against the cold brick building, she heard the door open as Ada walked out and stood near her.
“Did you come out here to see if I was lying?” Y/N asked.
“That and I wanted to apologize for Linda. She’s...difficult.” She said, lighting a cigarette for herself.
Y/N scoffed and lit one of her own, looking around nervously, scanning the streets for anything suspicious.
“They wouldn’t hang out right near the shop unless they want to be shot on sight.” Ada said.
“Can’t risk anything though eh?” Y/N said, taking another drag from her cigarette.
Ava smirked and nodded as she looked out at the dark, black-tinged buildings in front of them.
“We do like you, you know...we just can’t trust people very often in this business.” She said, looking at Y/N.
Y/N smiled as she stared at the brunette Shelby, her eyes less scarred by everything, kind of like Finn’s.
“Finn said that too. I’m relieved to hear that, I know it’s not easy welcoming in new people.” She said.
Ada nodded and patted Y/N’s shoulder before going back inside, leaving her out in the open.
Suddenly, a man walked near her looking just slightly out of place against the tattered clothes of the townspeople. He was tall, lean, and had a black hat on, making her tense up as he drew closer.
“Hello miss. Ya know where I can find a bar ‘round here?” He asked, looking around him quickly as he spoke, a toothpick sticking out of his mouth on the verge of falling with each word.
“No, sorry sir. Have a good day.” She said glancing at the tattoo on his neck.
“You work here?” He asked, walking closer to her.
She backed up until her back hit the wall, leaving her nowhere to go.
“No. May I ask your name? Not many men stop me on the streets and I’d like to know.” She asked, her heart racing as she tried to remain calm.
“You don’t belong on the streets sweetheart. You could join me though, I have some business I’m taking care of here, but when I’m done I can help you ya know.” He said leaning his palm against the wall, he was so close she could smell his cologne.
“That sounds suspicious you know. I’m not stupid.” She said, trying to walk towards the door of a nearby unmarked building, trying to get him away from the entrance to the shop.
He grabbed her wrist tightly as she went to yell, clasping his hand hard over her mouth and nose with a wet cloth. One whiff of the stuff and she was out, blackness overtaking her vision.
When she woke up she was in an alley, her clothes were ripped and her hands were tied to a pipe along a brick wall.
“What did you do to me?” She asked, scared of the answer.
“Nothing sweetheart, just wanted to take you somewhere more quiet, you seemed like a rowdy one.” He said, closing in around her and cutting her hands loose.
“Now, I’m going to ask you a question again. You have to answer honestly or I’ll take you right here in this alley.” He said.
“Okay.” She said sternly, trying to calm her nerves.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“I asked you that earlier but you never told me.” She spat as he gripped her wrists tightly.
“My name is Y/N Y/L/N.” She said.
“I thought so. Mr. Shelby really needs to beef up his security around there don’t ya think?” He asked.
“Yes.” She said as he chuckled.
“You didn’t answer my question you know.” She stated, looking at his gun in its holster.
“Oh my bad sunshine. The names Luca. Luca Changretta. Wish we coulda met under better circumstances. I didn’t know Finn had such a fine woman.” He said.
“How do you know me?” She asked.
“I know all my enemies names. Ya gotta keep em’ closer than ya friends, you know the saying.” He said.
“I know you’re scared, but I just have one proposition for ya.” He continued, his eyes boring a hole into hers.
“What is it? To join your shitty hat club?” She asked, annoyed she got into this situation.
“Now that wasn’t nice miss Y/L/N. I’ll have to get ya for that one. Such a shame.” He said, flicking his switchblade out with one hand and gripping both your wrists with the other.
“If ya scream I’ll end ya.” He said. She blinked back tears as she forced her mouth shut, bracing for the pain of the blades edge coming for her face.
“You tend to run that pretty mouth of yours so let me help you with that.” He said inching the blade closer to her lips. She breathed heavily through her nose as she thought of anything to get her out of this situation.
She quickly brought her knee up, hitting him in the groin and making him groan in pain as he moved away from her, allowing her to run a couple of feet ahead of him.
“You can’t out-run a gun sweetheart.” He said, standing there with a pained look on his face as he clicked the gun, the bullets ready to fire in a split second.
“Walk back here and listen to my plan princess. I’ll let you go home after we talk.” He said.
Shaking, she reluctantly walked back to him, the alley feeling as if it was closing in on her every second.
“What?” She said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You’re going to help me. I’m gonna send my men to Tommy’s warehouse and you’re gonna tell Tommy to meet them there with his brothers in tow...and you’re gonna blow it up. We’ve planted the bombs but you’ll push the button.” He said, a evil smirk hinting at his lips.
“You’re mad.” She said, attempting to walk away from him before he slammed her to the wall, cutting her cheek with the switchblade in the process.
“If you stand me up or tell them about the bombs, I’ll kill ya, and then I’ll kill your little boyfriend. I’m already after the rest of them. You can’t beat me sweetheart, I’ve been tracking you and Finn for days.” He said.
She touched her cheek silently as she cried, nodding along with his words as he brought her in for a hug.
“Good girl. Now, go home or back to whatever you were doing. Don’t forget ya job later, be at the wear house at 7.” He said before walking off.
Y/N smirked as the blood ran down her cheek. He wasn’t that smart, and it was the perfect way to earn the Shelby’s trust, now that their lives depended on it.
She glanced at her watch and realized she’d been out for longer than she should’ve. Knowing Tommy and the family would probably kill her themselves once she got back.
As she walked through the alley she realized she was right down the street.
“Stupid bastard, couldn’t even take me to a discreet location.” She scoffed, walking quickly to the doors and going in, walking straight to Tommy’s office. She could hear Finn yelling and Polly arguing with Ada, and the rest of the family quarreling back and forth as she walked in, not bothering to knock.
Everyone stopped to look at her as she walked straight to Finn, tears welling up in her eyes as he pulled her into his arms.
“Where the hell did you go love? You know he told you to stay here...” he said as she cried into his shirt.
“I know. I only went outside the shop. I’m sorry.” She said wiping the blood off her face with her hand and wincing at the cut.
“Where’d you get cut then aye? You weren’t at the shop when we got back. Fucking explain that Y/N.” Tommy said walking over to her as she sat down.
“That’s why I came back here. I was just getting some air outside, Polly and Ada both know that. Then a man came up to me, asking me if I worked there and if I knew where the bar was. I said no of course. Then as I tried to head the opposite way, just to lead him away from the shop, he fucking grabbed me...” She said, struggling to catch her breath as tears streamed down her face. Finn knelt beside her, holding her hand.
“That’s not all. Who was it?” Tommy demanded, the others stood around, tension in their features as they waited for her to speak.
“Luca Changretta.” She said, Finn’s eyes went dark, a look of anger settling over his features.
Tommy and Finn got up quickly, Tommy checking the guns and Finn pulling on his cap. Meanwhile John and Arthur gathered their machine guns.
“Wait! Please...” Y/N yelled, making them all stop and turn to her.
“Don’t go. Please don’t go. He-he told me he’d kill me if I told you about his plans but I don’t fucking care. If there’s a time to trust me then it’s right now because if you go after him you’ll all die.” She said, sitting back in the chair as she felt faint.
“What are you talking about Y/N?” Finn said, checking his gun as he stood near her.
“He said that he wanted me to meet him at the wear house at 7, that’s where you all were going, correct?” She asked, looking at Tommy.
“Yes.” He said.
“Don’t fucking go. He wanted me to be the one to push the button. Tommy he’s laced the warehouse with bombs. He wanted me to betray Finn. He wanted me to betray your family, but I couldn’t do it. I-“ she said, tears streaming down her face once again as Finn knelt down and pulled her into him, resting his head atop hers.
“What do we do then aye Tom?” John asked. His trigger finger growing impatient as he clutched the gun in his hands.
“We wait him out. When he sees we’re not there he’ll go after her, but he’ll come here. If he was confident enough to come here in broad daylight he’ll come here at night in a heartbeat. We’re waiting him out.” He said.
“Polly, Ada, Y/N, Linda, Esme. You go to the room in there, close the blinds.” He said, pointing to the door in his office that led to a smaller area where Lizzie usually worked. Luckily she was at home with the children, so she wouldn’t have to deal with the chaos.
The women went into the office and sat in various seats, closing the door behind them and waited quietly, all except Y/N.
“Did you hear what I said?” Tommy asked, his voice thick with anger.
“Yes. But I have a feeling he wants to see me, maybe I can-“ She started to say before Finn took her hand and led her to the office.
“You’re not staying out here. The Changretta’s take their plans seriously and he’ll be pissed when he finds out you betrayed him. Stay in there until it’s clear.” He said giving her a long hug and brushing his hand lightly over her cut.
“We’ll get them, I-“ He started to say before she cut him off with a kiss.
“Don’t promise anything. Just go.” She said, going into the office and shutting the door behind her.
Polly quietly gave her a hand gun as she came in, putting a finger to her lips as she did so.
“I’ve never shot one what are you doing?” Y/N asked.
“You may need it. Just point and shoot.” She said.
“Why me?” She asked, her hands shaking as she held the foreign object.
“You just helped the family. We trust you, and consider this your first day.” Polly said.
“Wait I still work-“ she started, Polly cutting her off.
“I’ve made arrangements for you. You’re safer with us. Besides...” she said lighting a cigarette.
“We pay better than those blokes at the charity office.” She said.
“You called my boss? When I left?” Y/N asked.
“Yes. Now do you accept or not?” She asked, finally looking at Y/N with a look more so of approval than suspicion.
“I will if we make it out of this alive.” Y/N said. Checking her watch to see the clock ticking down to 7pm.
“Finn.” Tommy said, pulling his little brother close to him.
“You’ll be answering the door. Don’t say a word, just lead them here in my office.” He said.
John, Arthur, and Isiah stood at varying points around the room, guns ready to ambush them if needed.
Tommy checked his machine gun as he saw Polly closing the blinds and shutting the lights of.
“Isiah turn the rest of the lights off in the shop, I only want mine on.” He said and Isiah stepped out to do as told, coming back a few minutes later and deciding to help protect Polly and then from inside the small office.
Finn looked anxiously at the clock as he stood near the front door. It was 15 past 7, and knowing the Changretta’s, they rented the fastest cars they could manage to get there.
A loud knock sounded on the door not long after, causing Tommy to look up from his pocket watch, a feeling washing over him similar to the moment right before The Battle of the Somme.
“Hello Finn. Show me and my men where Tommy is and this whole thing can be over. I promise you that.” He said. Finn just looked at him and led him to his office acting as if only Tommy was there.
He knocked twice waiting for his answer.
“Tommy, Mr. Changretta is here.” He said, waiting for his response.
“Send him in.” Tommy said. Finn came in and quickly stood in front of the door where the women were, reaching for the gun in his coat.
Luca and 3 men walked in, looking Arthur and John up and down as they sized everyone up with their eyes. His lips curling into a sinister smile as the toothpick stuck out of his mouth.
“I have a bone to pick with Finn’s girlfriend. She stood me up...broke my heart really. I could’ve made her night if she woulda let me.” He said, watching as Finn’s face turned into a mask of anger. He’d never been one to keep his facial expressions in check.
“I’m sorry that happened, we were none the wiser, we were going to the warehouse just now.” Tommy said, staring blankly.
“If you didn’t know about her then you would’ve been at the warehouse like we planned.” Luca said.
“Correct. But she didn’t return. We don’t know where she’s gone so that pushed us back.” He lied.
“She’s as smart as she is beautiful, and I told her to go home but I know she came here. I’ll kill her, you’ll see.” He said, walking towards the door to go look around.
“Why else are you here Changretta? You could be out finding Y/N yourself but instead you’re here. My brothers and I were just about to go deal with this business before heading home.” He said, John yawned as if on cue as he rocked back on his heels impatiently.
“If you’re not going to tell me then I’ll have to find her myself.” He said stepping towards Finn.
“Aren’t you here because you wanted to kill the family? Not just Y/N? You served us all a black hand after all.” Finn questioned, pointing his gun at Luca’s chest.
He smirked and turned towards Tommy as he nodded at his men, clearly not afraid of Finn’s gun. The three men lunged for Arthur as John cocked his gun, aiming at one of the men and shooting him in the head.
Tommy went towards one of the others who almost tackled John as Luca taunted Finn against the door.
Arthur tackled the first man down, wrestling the gun out of his hand as a bullet grazed his shoulder, Linda silently cringed in the other room at the sound of her husband in pain.
“You really thought you could take us down?” Finn yelled over the noise, shoving Luca back with the gun.
“I can, and you’ll be glad you’re dead if I tell you what I’d do to her-“ He started to say before Finn landed a punch to his face, sending him back a couple feet.
“You talk too much.” He said, going towards Luca again.
Luca smirked as Finn looked to the side briefly to see Tommy pulling a gun at the man he’d tackled. With one shot the second man was down, leaving John wrestling down the last one.
Tommy quickly ran to where Finn was and hit Luca in the back of the head with the butt of his gun, causing him to fall back against his desk, blood dotting various papers as he fell.
“Finn, go help John.” He said, before punching Luca in the face once again.
Finn shakily held the gun as he aimed at the man who was now landing punch’s to his brothers face, and shot, the sound of his body hitting the ground still causing a shiver down his spine despite him killing before.
As he stood there he heard a muffled cry coming from inside the room as he knew Y/N was watching through the cracks of the blinds, but was soon snapped back to reality as Tommy yelled out in pain.
Luca lowered his gun as he saw Tommy fall back, clutching his arm tightly.
He raised it at Finn, the blood dripping down his face and clouding his eyes as he aimed for the young blinder.
But suddenly the door opened, and Y/N came out pointing her hand gun at Luca, a tear rolling down her cheek as she did so.
“Get back Y/N. Go.” Finn said as he tried to shield her as Luca raised the gun up more, on the verge of shooting.
A shot rang out from behind Finn as Luca’s head rocked back at the impact, his body going limp as the bullet passed through his skull.
It was eerily silent after that. Finn’s ears rang as did hers as he realized he would’ve been dead if she had listened to him when he told her to go back.
Finn quickly took the gun from her and Tommy crawled over Luca’s body to check the pulse, smirking as he looked up at Y/N.
“Nice shot. How’d you get the gun?” He asked, walking towards her.
“Polly gave it to me. Told me to point and shoot.” She said, wiping a tear from her eye.
“Alright.” He said, walking over to the door and telling the others they could come out.
John and Arthur got to dragging the bodies out back, while Polly and the other women tiptoed over the blood and back to the lobby.
Finn followed them out and left Y/N standing there for a bit, staring at the blood coating Tommy’s floor.
“It feels weird the first time killing someone, you’ll get used to it.” He said, tying a tourniquet on his arm before going to clean some of the blood off his desk.
“Um...Polly said something about this being my first day. Am I to work for you now? I-I don’t know what I’d do.” She said pulling her tattered coat around herself.
“Yes. You can start tomorrow actually. Take the empty desk out there.” He said, referring to the one she worked at earlier in the day.
She nodded and walked towards the door, her hands shaking from the days events.
“Oh and Y/N?” Tommy said, grabbing a cloth from a drawer.
“If it makes things any better, I trust you just as much as Finn does. You’ll fit in here, just go easy on him eh?” He said, a small smirk playing at his usually stoic lips.
“I’ll try.” She said smirking and closing the door behind her.
“Y/N you ready to go home?” Finn called out over everyone talking. She looked around at what would be her new work, and ultimately her new family. Linda was cleaning Arthur’s arm, and John and Esme were making out on her desk. Meanwhile Polly and Ada were tidying up the place.
“Yeah.” She sighed, walking to him and putting her arm around his waist as he led her out into the cool night air.
“Does that cut hurt?” He asked, once in the car.
“Yeah, but I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” She said, giving him a kiss before they drove off to her apartment. It was only mere hours ago that she was struggling to earn his family’s trust, and now she had it, and she knew she had to keep it no matter what.
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