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[tteokdoroki]

Hi I pookie I just wanted to bother you but do you guys think izuku would be the one to treat you like a princess and then break the bed with you under him🥹💔

-🍰

🛞 RESPECTFUL ✩  izuku midoriya .ᐟ

🏁 pit stop ! 𖦹 izuku is the boyfriend of everyone’s dreams. he’s good with mums, favoured by fathers and is the type of man your friends secretly wished they snagged. he’s respectful until you’re alone. then, he isn’t. (1.3K)

🏁 safety car ! ⋆ not safe for work ⋆ smut ⋆ eighteen plus only. pro hero au, canon compliant, established relationship, fluff, izu spoils you deown, hopeless romantic izu, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of breeding, dacryphilia, cum play, boyfriend izuku midoriya & fem reader.

── © tteokdoroki ╱ 2025.

i think izuku is very much the type of guy who presents himself as respectable, kind and caring— especially when meeting the people closest to you.

your friends think he’s the greenest flag you’ve dated since they met you — he charms them at a lavish restaurant he’d heard you mention in passing. uses his big pro hero salary to pay for each round of their drinks and high end sushi, kisses your cheeks in front of them whilst recounting how it was love at first sight with you — how he can’t live without you. izuku tells them that he works with kids and has a passion for shaping the youth of tomorrow, to which they giggle and whisper to you that he’d make the perfect father. they tell you that you’re lucky for finding a catch like he izuku. he shakes his head, green eyes sparking with adoration and says.

“never, i’m the lucky one.”

your mum considers izuku her son in law way too early. she can immediately tell he’s been raised by a single mother and often tells him to send inko her well wishes. she thinks that he’s so well mannered, especially with the way your boyfriend always calls her miss and ma’am despite her insistence on him calling her mum too. izuku heads over to your parent’s house on a Sunday without you asking, every weekend without fail, he drives your mother to the store and helps with the weekly shop. keeps her company on her errands in town and even treats her to lunch. he sends her a custom bouquet of lilies on Mother’s Day with a card that expresses his gratefulness towards her — thanking her for bringing you into the world.

your father shares a similar sentiment — he calls izuku son before your fifth date and they spend time on weekend chatting hero statistics and rankings whilst they work on fixing your father’s vintage car. you gush over lemonade with your mother about how handsome izuku looks all greased up, oil smeared over freckled cheeks and arms exposed by rolled up sleeves. his biceps flex and you giggle every time, shy as your boyfriend waves up to you.

“he makes you so happy, i’ve never seen you look this happy.” your mother iterates warmly whilst standing with you, staring down at the men from the porch.

you swirl your glass and smile fondly as the ice clinks inside of it. “he does,” you say wistfully. “he really does.”

and it’s the truth, because izuku spoils you so much. your apartment is always stocked with everything you could ever need — he sends you groceries from work and roses whilst he’s between classes. a necklace you’d mentioned saving for becomes a gift on your Friday night date night. dates go from lavish to simple and loving — a cake picnic in the park planned by him because you said you missed the sunshine to caviar on a yacht for your first anniversary, kissing over sweet sparking champagne. he doted on you all of the time, cooking his is favourite way to spoil you — learning proper knife skills from kacchan to make sure he can cook every dish that you love, especially the ones from home that aren’t so easy to find in japan.

after nights out with your girls he slips your heels off ( red bottoms from him ) and throws you over his broad shoulder — laughing with you whilst he carries you to the bathroom, smiling at you whilst he washes you in the tub with the vanilla scented shower gel you’d left at his place, cooing at you to keep your head up when he changes you into your pjs and takes off your makeup.

let’s not forget, izuku carries your bags whenever you’re out shopping, designer paid for on his black card as well as a wad of cash slipped into your back pocket for your appointment with your favourite private nail tech. every design has is initials incorporated into them because he pays for every set. deku loves the way your decorated nails look when you’re holding hands or wrap them around his throat.

speaking of… izuku appears perfect on paper, presents that way towards the people you love but when you have a moment alone — when it’s just you two, the quiet and the chemistry between your bodies… izuku transforms. for the better.

izuku fucks you like a monster, like he hates you because he loves you.

every time he has you, gets to ravage you — the sheets turn into a mess nearly as soaked as you are. coated in cum, doused with sweat. izuku never just stops at one orgasm, he pushes you both to the brink and beyond because there’s always something so addictive about the way you scream his name right when you hit your peak. something of a song, a melody that only he gets to hear. you string out the syllables like they’re notes to a song you composed of your own volition and the way your body shakes and arches and bows into deku, with each stroke of his tongue or thrust from his hips into you, acts like an accompaniment.

he’s skilled in ruining you, shaping your consciousness to think only of him — empty of all thoughts except for the simple instruction of moaning for him echoing throughout your brain. izuku midoriya teaches your body to remember him, precious creamy little hole accommodating the thickness of his girth every time, hugging izuku close and milking him for all of his worth. he pours every load he can into you, until your folds are frothed up with white and hot potent seed pours out of you even after — there’s always something much that it even acts as lube for the next round, helping you to rock yourself down onto the pro hero’s throbbing dick when he asks you to ride him.

you’re trained to drain him dry every time sure, but also worshipped like you walk on water. he could spend hours between your thighs, sucking what you spill from your ripe cunt like it’s the first drink he’s had in years. izuku gets high as a kite on your taste, always has your thighs hooked over his shoulders or pinned to the bed because he has to keep you spread and quench his thirst. sometimes he’s his fingers, curled in search for your g-spot, relentlessly rubbing the squishy spot raw and scissoring you nice and open until you have no choice but to keep squirting right into his eager mouth — so full of hungry praise and sin.

every single one of his movements and touches is guided by passion, an eager attempt to make you feel the way that deku does. he loves you so much and so blindly, every fibre of his being is filled with adoration for you. it means he puts your pleasure above his own every time, infatuated with every reaction or mewl that you give him. whether it’s bent over the edge of the bed sucking his cock until your throat is sore or it’s rolled onto your tummy as he wildly rams into you from behind — you always get your release first, you get as many of them as you ask for as long as it pleases you. it pleases him to please you.

he’ll cum hard if you tell him you love him, pussy so full of his cream not even his rapid, calculated thrusts can keep it all in. hot white is smeared between your bodies always but deku holds the until you’re a bumbling limp mess underneath him or on top of him — he pushes you through the mattresses, fumbles for your had in the sheets because despite being inside you and wrecking your cunt more than what should be legally allowed, he still isn’t close enough to you. izuku’s swollen lips always meet your knuckles right has he finishes deep inside, lining the walls of your womb as your aftershocks shake through you.

you always cum first and he’ll always destroy you to get his orgasm afterwards.

so, perhaps that makes izuku respectful in bed too. you know, ladies first and all.

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[hollandershane]

Listen. I know you miss the travelling. It’s all gonna be all right. Remember that house in Lichfield? The one the bailiff used to throw you out of? Throw you in the ditch. I’m gonna buy that fucking house. Big as Tommy’s and more land. If you feel cooped up, we’ll take a wagon, camp out by the ditch. It’s all gonna change, Esme.

[boycritter]

maybe i like my tech a little bit inconvenient

[boycritter]

maybe i like pulling out my debit card instead of using apple pay. maybe i like untangling my wired headphones. maybe i like typing something into the search bar instead of using siri or whatever. maybe i like curating my own social media feeds over an algorithm. i just don’t think everything has to be perfectly streamlined and efficient i like it when things feel tethered to the real world.

[pret-boy]

Matching your freak is beautiful and all but what you really need is a boy who's infatuated with your freak. Down bad for your freak. Deeply intrigued by your freak. Eager to see more of your freak. Supportive of your freak. Gets bricked up witnessing your freak, even.

[cowboyhatesithere]

I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

[homunculus-argument]

I bet my body fucking hates it whenever I get a piercing. Poor thing is like HEY THERE'S A PUNCTURE WOUND. IN THE FACE. A FOREIGN OBJECT IN THE PUNCTURE WOUND. And I'm like oh yeah lmao I know, it's there on purpose. THE FUCK YOU MEAN IT'S THERE ON PURPOSE?? Yeah I got it put there on purpose, just heal around it. THE FUCK YOU MEAN IT'S THERE ON PURPOSE. WHY IS THERE A PUNCTURE WOUND WITH AN OBJECT IN IT. ON PURPOSE.

And I'm like chill, it's sterile, we're gonna clean it twice a day so it won't get infected. I DON'T FUCKING CARE THAT IT'S STERILE. And I'm like wow the fuck you mean you don't care? Do you want it to get infected?

YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD ALSO MAKE IT NOT GET INFECTED? NOT. HAVING. WOUNDS. WITH. FOREIGN. OBJECTS. IN THEM.

[homunculus-argument]

I wear loud dangly belt chains and accessories for the same reason some people put a bell around their cat's neck. Doesn't keep me from decimating the local bird population but trains me to be more stealthy about it. And if they ever come off it's like Rock Lee's ankle weights - good luck having any idea where the fuck I am at any given time.

[thehobbitchronicles]

[rottingsleepydoll]

[prepollent-coquette-deactivated]

[ljz002-world]

Revenge, Part 7

“How do you like it this far?”, Thomas asked as he entered his wife’s bedroom. She had insisted on getting her very own one. “I like it more with you gone.” “Still as hateful as when I left this morning”, Thomas spoke as he took a seat on the empty chair that stood on the balcony beside the one his wife was sitting on.

They had been married for about three months by now and had found a routine that worked for them both. Thomas left for work in the mornings leaving Y/N all alone with the maids and a few blinders in their home until he returned after work. They’d have dinner together and then go to sleep on their own, unless Thomas wanted sex. Which was quite often, but most of the times Y/N left to her own room afterwards. He provided for her, gave her spending-money to take care of the house and for herself, and brought her plenty of gifts to keep her somewhat happy. In return she talked about him in high regards, made him look like a honorable husband, a man who stood up and took care of actions during the war. Words for which even rich German aristocrats sent their admirations to him. Even Churchill had spoken to him about his young wife.

“How could I not? After all I know that you return every night.” “I’ll need you talking more nicely about me tomorrow.” “Why?” “Because Churchill has invited us for dinner with his majesty and some other important men.” “Can’t you go alone-“ “Churchill has asked specifically for you to attend with me”, Thomas interrupted his wife who put down her book as she looked at Thomas. “Why?” “You tell me”, Thomas stated as he flipped some ashes off the bud of his cigarette, “You’re the one who does all the fancy-talking. Somehow got it to Mr. Churchill himself. And now he wants to meet you. He sent me word of it today at the office.” “So I’ll be meeting your king?” “You will.” “Then I’ll need a new dress.” “I’ll give you the money for it. Just take Finn, Scudboat and Isaiah with you when you leave the house.”

Y/N just nodded absent mindedly as she turned her attention to the horses they kept outside. “What’s on your mind?” “Why should I tell you?” “I’m your husband. You vowed to share your worries with me.” Y/N let out a small huff as she crossed her arms under her chest, flaunting her breasts in front of Thomas whose eyes went down to his wife’s chest immediately. His wife was attractive, no matter how much she wanted to kill him. That didn’t change one bit of the control she had over his body.

“Answer me Y/N.” “I…”, she began but shook her head, “Forget it Thomas. You wouldn’t get it.” “You can still tell me. Tell me.” “Nothing, really. Just some of the maids-“ “What did they do?” “I heard them talking about me, and they don’t take me serious. They call me a leech and a bitch-“ “You are”, Thomas spoke, “But only I get to call you that, love. Which maids? I’ll have them fired.”

“So you do have a heart and care about my feelings?” Thomas stood up as he walked to stand behind Y/N’s chair, placing his hands on her shoulders as he leant down. Making sure his lips grazed her ear as he spoke, “You’re a Shelby now. Nobody disrespects a Shelby. And especially not my wife. Don’t forget that love. You’re Thomas fucking Shelby’s wife now. You can act like it.”

=

“Don’t look too amazed love”, Thomas spoke quietly as he held Y/N’s hand in his own while leading the way up the stairs of Buckingham Palace to the Ballroom where the dinner would be held. “Well sorry I’ve never been to a fucking palace like this before”, Y/N returned in the same hushed tone but a lot sassier. “Just don’t act too amazed”, Thomas spoke, “And don’t forget to be polite and to smile-“ “I’m not nine Thomas”, Y/N spoke as the two entered the Ballroom where most men were already present.

“Mr. Shelby”, Winston Churchill spoke as he walked from his seat towards the freshly married couple, shaking Thomas’ hand before taking ahold of Y/N’s and placing a kiss to the back of it, “Mrs. Shelby.” “Mr. Churchill”, Y/N spoke with a shy smile. “Now, you’re even more of a beauty than I’ve been told”, Churchill said as the couple took their seats. Y/N sitting besides Thomas, with Churchill across from her. “You’re too king Mr. Churchill-“ “Oh please, call me Winston.” “Then please call me Y/N.” The girl put on a sweet smile as she spoke with the prime minister who returned a smile.

“We’ve heard a lot about you, Mrs. Shelby”, one of the fine gentlemen present at the table spoke as he gestured towards the girl decked out with fine jewels. “Did you?”, the girl asked, her earrings clinking as she moved her head which she had tilted slightly upwards in a confused manner while glancing at Thomas. “Your husband speaks a lot about you”, another gentleman said plainly. “Does he now?”, Y/N spoke with a odd smile on her face, as Thomas just cleared his throat, “Well, you are a lovely wife. And as I work for the crown, I see it of need to inform the gentlemen of any big changes in my life.”

“Now, Y/N”, Churchill began, “Do tell us how you met Mr. Shelby. You seem like a ball of sunshine in comparison to your husband.” “Well, I worked for him before we got married”, Y/N began her usual fairytale-like-romance which she’d tell when asked, “I’m German if we’re completely honest, but we lost the war. I came to England for a job, and Thomas here was in need of a translator.” “And you just so fell for his charms”, Churchill spoke as Y/N nodded, “What can I say Winston? I am but a girl with a weak heart.” “And it seems that Mr. Shelby does have a heart behind his cold façade, but who could blame him? Falling for such a sweet girl.” Y/N smiled softly as she took a sip from the glass of red wine.

=

“So? How did I do?”, Y/N asked as she and Thomas walked into their home, “Better than expected-“ For that the girl gave her husband a slight slap onto his chest, “Better than expected?”, she imitated his voice, “I was amazing!” “Why don’t you drink wine more often?”, Thomas spoke, more to himself than his wife, “You’re a lot more playful and kind to me like this.”

“Don’t get used to it Tommy”, Y/N huffed as she turned to face the older man who grabbed ahold of her wrists when she went to playfully hit him again, a big smile taking over her cheeks, which drew a slight smile from the Shelby’s features. “Oh but I would like to get used to it”, he murmured, leaning down until his face was mere inches away from Y/N’s. “Buy me good wine and take me more often to London. I’d like to see those clubs Winston was talking about, and I might”, she laughed while stepping closer, gently removing her wrists from his grasp, wrapping them around his neck while stepping onto her toes a bit more, hovering her lips over her husband’s lips as she looked from one of his icy eyes to the other then to his lips and then back to his eyes again. “Don’t say another man’s name while trying to seduce your husband-“ “I’m trying to seduce you?”, Y/N quirked an eyebrow as she tilted her head to the side.

“You’re not trying. You never try to. You just do”, Thomas murmured before connecting their lips.

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[hysveil]

Here me out on this man.

[cutiepiesub]

“Mine.” “Yours.” Is the cutest exchange ever like it makes me soft

[ljz002-world]

Assistant, Part 6

“How, how do you know Thomas Shelby?”, May asked as she was seated besides the girl in the main louging area of her mansion. A glass filled with red wine in one hand as she watched the girl across from her with curious eyes. “My father worked for him before the war. He’s a close family friend.” “Your father served?” “Yes, and he died. Mr. Shelby has been taking care of me ever since. Well, more aunt Polly, but you get what I mean?” “Of course I do”, May spoke softly, “He speaks of you in the highest tone.” “He talks about me?” “A bunch”, May smiled into her glass, “Asked my opinion on gifts he’s planned for you.” “So you helped him pick out the necklace?” May nodded, as Ana laughed, “No wonder it’s different than the others. He finally took Polly’s advise and asked a woman with good taste. He was always too proud to even ask Polly.”

May smiled at this. She liked the girl, she brought a breath of fresh air into her mansion, and she could teach the girl about the horses. She was a natural with the large animals. But something did worry May. “Tell me Anastasia”, May began, “Has Thomas ever tried anything with you?” Anastasia shook her head, “I see him only as my boss and a family friend.” May nodded, “I was worried.” “Why?” “Girls like you fall prey to men like him far too often and easy. If he can charm me as quickly as he did, I’d be worried about a girl like you.” Ana just shook her head, “Don’t worry May.” The dark haired woman just smiled, “Now tell me about your father, hm?”

=

“You have something planned, don’t you?” “How did you get to that?”, Thomas asked his two brothers, cigarette between his lips. “You’d never send Ana far away”, John stated, “You always keep that girl close. What is it?” “I have plans. Big plans. For this family, and for Anastasia.” “I sure hope you ain’t planning on getting her involved, hands on involved, with peaky business”, Arthur murmured, “You’re me brother Tommy, but I cherish that girl-“ “I know you do Arthur”, Thomas cleared his throat, “Which is why I’ve sent her to May. May is from aristocracy. She’ll turn our Anastasia into a proper woman. May will integrate Anastasia into her society, and then we have strings to that society. That’s all the involvement I plan for her to have.” “No other involvement”, John spoke. “No other involvement.”

=

“Miss?”, one of the many maids May had hired spoke as she had opened the doors to Anastasia’s room. Said girl looked up from the book she was reading, “Yes?” “Mr. Shelby is here. He and Mrs. Carleton are by the stables. You may join them if you’d like, Mr. Shelby said.” “Okay, thank you”, Anastasia said as she put her book down and put a scarf on before making her way outside and to the horse stables. She had started to look forward to Thomas’ visits. He tried to visit at least once a week.

“Look May. What happened between us-“ “You care about her, don’t you? More than just a brother, or father.” Thomas looked down at the cigarette in his hand, May having crossed her arms over her chest as she looked away. “Why? She’s just a child.” “A child I care about deeply-“ “Then be with me. I can do everything for that girl and you.” “May, May, May. You see, I don’t see Anastasia as a daughter-“ “I do”, May interrupted the gangster again, “And my people seem to like her. She is like a horse. Has a wild heart that needs to be tamed. She needs to be trained, she has to be filed to perfection. Once that is done, every man from England to the colonies will want her as their wife.” “That’s why I sent her to you. I trust you with her.” “You trust the woman that loves you with the girl you lust after? Dangerous move Thomas.” “I know. But I also know that Anastasia is surprisingly good at wrapping people around her finger, at getting people to like her. You won’t harm her.” “I won’t. But that doesn’t mean I’ll stop wanting you.”

Anastasia called out for May and Thomas when she arrived at the staples, being welcomed by the two adults. “Anastasia”, Thomas spoke with a small smile as the girl had suprsingly jumped at him to pull him in for a hug. “What’s gotten into you, eh?” “I missed you jackass”, Ana spoke with a small smile, “I miss everyone.” “Even Michael?” “Even Michael…” “So that’s who all this drama is about”, May spoke, “Michael.” “You told her?”, Thomas asked with a raised brow and the girl nodded, “Of course I did. I told May a lot of things. I like her.”

=

“Now be a good boy and tell me what you’re really planning. Only aunt Polly and god are listening”, Pol spoke as she and Thomas were in a church. “I already told you Pol-“ “You told me the same version you did your brothers. I want the whole truth. You care about Anastasia more than anybody else. Tell aunt Polly and god why you really sent her away.” Thomas let out a sigh as he rubbed his eyes before speaking, “Your son is a danger to Anastasia-“ “Neither god nor I asked if he was a danger to her. I asked why you sent her away.” “I’m planning an expansion. I need a face for that expansion. A face I can show. Arthur is good for scaring people and enticing fear. I show Arthur to show our brutality. I show John as a family-man. You show that we believe in women’s rights. I show our authority. We’ll need more to convince London. Anastasia is all we need. She is a face that we can show, she is beautiful, she can stand her ground, and she has the right connections to us and the high society, thanks to Mrs. Carleton.” “By god”, Polly muttered, “You want to use our Ana for your business? You’re a stupid man Thomas. You know damn well why I kept her away from business.” “I think it’s time to show her the real world. Show the real world her.” “You’re digging your own grave. And ours by doing so.” “And that’s why I took her from Michael.” “Why?”

“He was giving her stupid ideas. And she was giving doing the same.”

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[ljz002-world]

Assistant, Part 5

“Look at you”, Thomas muttered as he was bent down in front of Anastasia, using a tissue to wipe some of the blood off her lower lips as the girl silently glared at him, “Don’t look at me like that love. I’m helping you right now, eh?” “Why do you always have to ruin it for me?” “Ruin what for you?” “Chances at love.” “I don’t ruin anything for you. Your looks ruin your chances at love. You’re too pretty.” “I thought men like pretty girls.” “Oh we do. But most men get insecure when their girl is too pretty. Because if their girl is too pretty, other men will want to get a taste, and no man likes to share his wife.” Anastasia kept quiet, “Why did he get so mad?”, she whispered out, looking at Thomas’ icy blue eyes with her own watery ones. “I don’t know. But you know that it’ll get worse, right?” “It always gets worse, doesn’t it?”

Thomas nodded, “That’s exactly why I’ve been keeping boys away from you. To spare you that pain.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s alright”, Thomas spoke calmly, a small smile tracing his lips as he stroke the top of the girl’s hair in a surprisingly gentle and loving manner. “Will you talk with him?” “If you want me to. Do you want me to?” The girl didn’t answer this question, as she simply looked from one of the Shelby’s eyes to the other, “Why’re you still nice to me?” “I promised your father to take care of you.” “I don’t have many memories of him. How was he?” “A good man, a good soldier. A wonderful father to you. He often came to Pol to ask for help with you, your mother had died leaving him all alone with a baby. He never took a second wife or girlfriend. Then the war came. He kept a picture of you in a locket which he wore with his dog-tag. Told any soldier who’d listen about you and how he couldn’t wait to get back home and hold you again. How he couldn’t wait for the war to end so he could get back home with toys and sweets from France.”

The girl smiled at this and Thomas nodded, “He spoilt you rotten when you were small. During the last days, when the Somme was getting rougher than usual he asked me for a favor. If he didn’t make it back to bring you treats from France back home, and to take care of you. To make sure you marry a proper man, to make sure you get a proper job. Asked me to make sure you’d turn out to be a proper young lady.” Anastasia nodded, “I still remember when you came back. I was so happy to see you, was even happier when you gave me the bundle of treats. I didn’t understand why Polly was so sad when she saw you and your brothers. I didn’t realize it for a long time. She was sad because you came back without my father. Because she knew I had now also lost my father. And I didn’t get it. I didn’t understand that you brought me treats back home instead of my father.” “Don’t blame yourself. You were a child.” The girl looked down at her feet and the adorable little light blue shoes Arthur had gifted her for her sixteenth birthday. “I didn’t understand what it’d mean from then on.”

“It’s alright. The war changed everyone’s lives, but it’s over now. Shut the door on it.” “I think unless I see my father’s grave, unless I have closure I’ll never be able to do that.” “I swore myself I’d never go to France again. But I’ll take you to it if you want to search the fields for a tag or a locket.”

Anastasia looked up at Thomas with teary eyes as she nodded. “Would you let me marry him?” “Michael? Not anymore. Not after what he did.” “He’s your cousin-“ “But I swore it to your father. To make sure you’d marry a proper man, someone who’d treat you right. And the way my cousin is acting”, Thomas shook his head as he stood in front of the girl, hands in the pockets of his pants, “I’d rather him marry a rat, and even that’d be unsafe for the rat. So I sure as hell wouldn’t agree to you marrying him.”

=

“Good job Tom”, Polly huffed as she glared at her second oldest nephew, who looked unbothered, “What did I do now? Did little Anastasia run from Michael because he said he wanted to marry her?” “You know damn well what you did!”, Pol called out at her home where the family had gathered for dinner. It had become a small habit for the Shelby family, even Ada and her little Karl came. They held this dinner at least once a month. “What did he do this time?”, Ada asked, the children had left to play in the garden.

Michael stayed silent as he looked form his glass to Thomas.

“Our Michael here got involved with Ana”, John spoke, “He knows she’s off limits.” “And he hurt her”, Thomas breathed out as he crossed his arms over his chest, “But he didn’t tell you that, did he?”, he asked Polly who looked at her son. “You did what now?” “I didn’t mean to hurt her-“ “That’s what they all say”, Esme scolded Michael. “How was I supposed to know how easily she gets hurt?” “Just look at the damn girl”, Polly spoke, “Now what in god’s name did you do?”

“He pushed her against a wall, and I found her all bruised and bloody. Michael asked her to marry him and when she said he was moving too fast he hurt her, that’s what fucking happened!”, Thomas spoke bluntly as Polly shook her head towards her son. “I thought that woman raised you better than to do something like that.”

Michael didn’t dare to meet his mother’s gaze.

“You will go to that girl and apologize to her”, Polly demanded to her son. “I already did. She wouldn’t listen-“ “I don’t care!”, Polly spoke, “You will get her flowers and a gift from your own money, and beg for her forgiveness. I’ve raised that girl like my own. I’ll be damned if you drive her away from this family.”

“It’s already too late for that”, Finn cleared his throat. “What?”, Pol asked with a cocked eyebrow at the youngest Shelby brother who looked at Thomas then at Polly, “I thought Tommy told you.” “Told me what?” Finn looked back at his older brother, “He sent Ana to live with that May Carleton for a while.” “Why the fuck would you do that?”, Polly asked, She’s your bloody assistant!” “Because Miss Carleton is helping us with some business for the Derby, I sent Anastasia to help with formalities as she knows more about our company and business than any of our Blinders. And to let her clear her head for a while.”

“You sent her away from me”, Michael spoke and Thomas nodded, “I did. You’ll probably see her on Derby Day. She’ll be up with me and Miss Carleton.”

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Revenge, Part 6

Thomas scoffed, hands placed on his hips as he shook his head, “I don’t know. I could kill you, I could let my men have their go at you. I won’t do that, I’m not that cruel. Not to a grieving daughter”, he said as he saw how Y/N’s eyes filled with horror.

“So you’ll kill me?”

“No. You’re grieving, it’s understandable you want someone to put your hate and anger on”, Thomas sat down besides Y/N who was still only covering herself with his blanket. “What then?” “Good question. I don’t have an answer for that yet. I won’t let you get away scratch-free, you tried to kill me. You thought about killing me. You made plans to kill me, that alone warrants your death.” Y/N took a shaky breath, “Marry me.”

“What?”

“You heard me”, Y/N said, “You don’t want to kill me just yet, but still punish me. Marry me. I still see you as a murderer, as the murderer of my father, what worse punishment than for me to marry you? Possibly raise your child. And you could do at least one honorable thing and take care of the daughter whose father you killed.” Thomas let the idea shoot through his head as he considered it, “You really think that’s the worst I could do to you?” “I wouldn’t be able to scheme your death if you were with me every waking hour. And you’d be seen as honorable.”

Thomas nodded as he took a deep breath, running his hands over his face, “You’re mad.” “I know.” “Why did you even get such an idea?” Y/N looked down, avoiding eye contact with the man, “I have nothing left. I came here to kill you, kill myself in the process most probable. What else is there for me to do?” “Build yourself a life here-“ “Here? In Small Heath? You don’t understand me Thomas”, Y/N muttered as she looked at the tattooed man, “I have lost it all. I have no energy to build something for myself anymore!” The gangster turned to look away from the girl as he listened to her, “Do you have any idea how fucking nice my life was before the war? What a happy child I was? How happy my family was?!” Y/N stood up after having thrown her underdress over herself as she walked around in the room, “My father used to sing to me, used to tell me stories about my family, my mother was happy, my parents had a happy marriage! I had brothers! And the stupid war took it all from me! And for what? For what did you kill my father?! For what did soldiers kill my brothers?! For men we didn’t even know!”

“Your father and brother served their country, their Kaiser. They had honorable deaths-“ “They died in the mud! Fell down and got trampled over, soldiers only taking their weapons if they needed them! My father lays in the mud with them, to this day I haven’t seen him! And all of them died for the Kaiser! For a man they did not know, a man who did not know any of their names! All my mother and I got was a meek widows-pension that got used up within a year. I have nothing-“ “You still have your mother-“ “She killed herself not even a year after the war. She had just given birth to my little sister. A baby she conceived because British soldiers raped her. She killed herself and the baby died a week after her. I have no one left. All I had left was a need for revenge and vengeance. That’s all I had.”

Thomas took a drag from the cigarette he had lit himself as he listened to the girl, “You went through hell Thomas, you went through the war actively, served for your king and country. But you tore apart families by doing so, tore apart families by digging your tunnels. You killed bad men, I’m sure of it, but you also took good men.” “Your father had bad men killed with his strategies, but he also killed good men. Do you know how many friends I lost to the Germans? How many times I almost lost my life? Sometimes I wish I had been killed. I really do.” “But you made it out alive, a man who didn’t want to make it out alive while a man who wanted to make it out alive didn’t.”

“How old were your brothers?” “My oldest brother was twenty-one, the second-oldest, my twin, was sixteen. I lost them both, and all I got back were their dog-tags. That’s all I was given, that’ll all my mother had to bury for her sons.” Thomas didn’t meet Y/N’s gaze as she leant against the wall, “You managed to turn the page Thomas. You managed to leave the fucking war behind yourself. Help me do the same, either by giving me security until I die, or you die and I kill myself afterwards and finish what I came here to do. The only options I have to turn my page.” The man shook his head, “You’re too young-“ “Didn’t seem to bother you when you fucked me”, Y/N spoke nonchalantly as she walked back towards Thomas, sitting besides him as she was on her knees on the bed, arms reached over the man’s shoulders and interlocking above his heart as she put her mouth to his ear. “And don’t act like you wouldn’t like it Thomas. A young, pretty wife all to yourself. Wouldn’t you like that? To make every man around jealous and green with envy.”

The man let out the smoke. She did have a point there.

“What else do you want?”, Thomas asked, “There’s more behind your words. I know it.” Y/N let out a small sigh, “There is nothing more Thomas.” “You must have something else behind your intentions.” “I don’t. It’s quite a punishment for me to spend every day with you, and you only have up-sides. Agree to it, or kill me.”

Thomas looked straight ahead before turning his head to face the girl, her hair slightly tickling his nape and cheek as it brushed against him. “I want kids.” “Tell me a man who doesn’t”, Y/N spoke, “Every man wants children.” “I want many kids.” “How many?” “At least three.” Y/N looked at those icy blue eyes, “I hate you Thomas Shelby, but I’d do it. It’s what’d be expected of me.” “I also want a large house”, Thomas spoke, “Can you handle being the lady of a large house?” “My mother came from aristocracy. I grew up in a large house.” “I also want horses. I hope you like horses.” “My father gifted me a horse when I was still small. I like horses.” Thomas nodded, “I’m a gangster.” “As long as you wouldn’t involve the children, I can live with it.” “I’d need you to turn the other cheek.” “I’d ignore all your illegal businesses with a gleeful smile as long as you do your duties as my husband.” “What’d you tell people? If asked about our marriage?” “The truth. That my father served under the Kaiser, you killed him, but had the honor to take care of his only living family. His daughter. People will fawn over you, how honorable you are.”

“I should let Polly know in that case. And Jeremiah. And I’ll have to tell the boys to get out their good suits. And for Esme to get her family dressed up.”

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