Bonjour, my name is Rosy! Welcome to my fan-Blog!I am a sucker for angsty and sad stuff, but from time to time a little bit of fluff can´t hurt. Requests remain OPEN
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘;— Tommy Shelby never meant to love her. But shit happens.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒;— angst, cursing, age gap
𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒;— T [teen]
She laid in his arms after a moment of utter intimacy and ecstasy. She hummed into a trembling mess as his hand ran up and down her spine, lulling to a calm sense of security.
“(Y/n).” He whispered when she pulled away from his touch.
“Tommy,” she groaned slightly as she sat up and brushed her hair behind her hair, “We have to stop this.”
He just looked at her with confusion.
“Stop a good thing that we have going? Or stop taking such long breaks between fucking,” he teased and reached for a cigarette.
“This isn’t a good thing and you know it. I’m the daughter of one of your partners. Daughter! We both knew this wasn’t going to last.” She huffed and went to get up from his bed but he pulled her back.
“Is this just some excuse to have me around more often-“
“I’m going to marry Bonnie Gold, Tommy.” She looked him in the eye and she could see the playfulness disappear.
His hold on her slackened.
“We talked out our differences the other day and he proposed.” She had a small smile forming on her lips, “I missed him. He missed me, and I can’t do this to him.”
He didn’t know what to say as she got up from the bed and put on her dress. He watched when she pulled a modest diamond ring from her purse and put it on her fingers.
“You’re just going to get hurt and you know it, (Y/n).” He said bitterly.
“You don’t have any say in this, Mister Shelby.” She came to the side of the bed and looked at him.
He grabbed her hand and pressed his face into her waist. He pulled her closer as she placed a hand on his shoulder to push him away, but she didn’t. His hands roamed her body, memorizing every last bit and taking in her perfume.
The perfume he bought her.
“Don’t do this to us, (Y/n).” He pleaded.
She clenched her jaw and pushed away from him, “Goodbye, Thomas Shelby.”
Their affair started on a Sunday with a perfect kiss. A holy day. Four months ago, (Y/n) had broken up with Bonnie Gold over a fight about his boxing career and the girls that came with it. So she left him in anger and found herself at The Garrison the next night after a whole day at church. She knew who Tommy Shelby was. She met him once at a party that Bonnie brought her to. But she didn't know that she would fall into bed with him after a few drinks and a shared cigarette.
He said he saw her at church without her second half. And she rolled her eyes.
One thing led to another and soon they were meeting multiple times a week for dinner and lusty moments in his car, his bed, his desk, his stables, his betting table, and his dining table. He had her everywhere. Part of her thought she would end up with Thomas Shelby, especially since he was the first person she had every laid with. She gave him everything.
In the end, Bonnie still held her heart and she couldn't deny him what she always wanted. A happy future. Being with Thomas Shelby was only filled with lust. Fire fueled lust that burned hotter than anything she had ever experienced.
Thomas would be lying if he said he was angry that she was leaving. No, he was hurt. She was the only one to ever make him smile and cry out like never before. She made him feel. Like sun on a rainy day, she stood out. Four months had never gone by so fast and he wished he never took those moments for granted. He watched her walk out of their - His room. It has been a week since he last saw her. People were gathering at The Garrison for the engagement party of Bonnie and (Y/n).
"Congratulations Bonnie-boy! Only you would be the boy to take darling (Y/n)." Polly pressed a kind kiss to his temple and he chuckled. He had his arm wrapped around (Y/n), who was nursing a champagne flute with her ring on full display.
Polly came around and cupped the girls’ cheeks, “You are going to be a beautiful bride, (Y/n). I just know it.”
With a kiss to her forehead, she went on her merry way and (Y/n) looked up at Bonnie. His attention was on her and her only.
“I love you.” He whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
She just smiled at him and chuckled, “You better, Bonnie Gold. You have the rest of your life to spend with me.”
He kissed her head again and guided her to the main area in the pub. As he spoke to his friends and she smiled kindly, her eyes caught Thomas’ as he walked in. His eyes were more empty than the day she had met him. His lips were in a thin like and he was staring right at her. No. Through her. He always watched her with this look in his eyes, that he knew her and he knew what made her weak. What made her weak was him. Undoubtedly and irrevocably him.
Her breath hitched as he made his way over.
“Mister Shelby! Thank you for coming,” Bonnie shook his hand and Tommy just nodded.
“I came to give my congratulations to the soon to be married couple, may you have a…bright marriage. One of loyalty, and trust.” His eyes glanced over to hers and she tensed.
“Haha, of course. Nothing will stray me from my dear, angel.” He kissed her deeply as she was taken a aback, but her eyes still remained on Thomas.
He was rigid with annoyance and he had that fake smile on his lips. When they pulled back, she just smiled and smoothed over her features.
“I’ll be right back, gentlemen. I need to fix my make up,” she said hurriedly as she strode past them and into the bathroom where she locked herself in and the tears came.
She couldn’t do it anymore. She didn’t have time to rethink this whole ordeal and just now she was realizing how much of a mistake this COULD be to her life. Bonnie was and is a loving boy. But Thomas…
He loved like fire. Burning anything in his path, consuming her and bringing her to ash. He loved like ice. Colder than the winters of Birmingham, and as fiercely as a storm. He loved like a man. Words not needed for his actions, but his eyes said more then enough.
She crumbled against the sink and she sobbed heavily.
How could months ruin years of happiness with Bonnie? He ruined her till there was nothing left but Thomas Shelby and his beautiful mess. She looked down at the ring and now it felt heavier than ever.
Two knocks on the door made her stop crying and she froze.
“(Y/n), open the door.” He said.
“I can’t do this right now, Thomas-“
“Open it.” His voice was calm, stern per usual, but calmer.
She unlocked it and he came in swiftly. His eyes looked at her tearstained face and he pulled her close by the waist.
“(Y/n), my love. Look at me,” he whispered.
She shook her head as she tried to hold more tears in.
“Look at me one last time.” He pleaded.
Her eyes found his and she held his face gently.
“Why did you break me?” She asked, “Ruin me for the rest of my life?”
“Your simple request was not something I regret taking. Do you regret it?”
She shook her head, “I can’t. I won’t.”
His thumb traced her lip and pressed his forehead against her.
“We can still try.”
“No. I won’t do that to Bonnie. He’s too good.”
He chuckled bitterly, “And I’m bad?”
“No.” She whispered, “You’re addictive. I couldn’t get enough of you.”
Silence took over them as he just held her. He kissed her tenderly and passionately, savoring this once more before he left his world. Eagerly she responded and pulled him closer. Their memories would be haunted and even when they felt the poison settle in, perfect couldn’t keep this love alive.. They were never means for do or die, just lust and lies.
“I want you to know. It doesn’t matter, where we take this road… but someone’s going to go. It may not be you or it may not be me. But we can’t do this.” She cried.
“I love you. I fucking love you, please (Y/n).” He whispered into her lips.
She gripped his shirt tighter, “Don’t say that, please. Don’t hurt me. You said you wouldn’t do this to me.”
He shook his head, “I’m a selfish man. I want and need what you give me. Only what you give me. Say it. I know you can.”
“You can’t make this feel right when this is wrong, please-“
“No.” He kissed her. Again. Once more. Harder. And then finally as he could taste her tears taint their lips.
“Say it, please.”
He ravaged her lips till they were swollen and her knees felt weak.
“I love you. More than you know but, you…. you couldn’t have loved me better. And I want you to move on. So I’m already gone. Goodbye, Thomas Shelby.” She kissed his cheek and left him in the bathroom with his broken heart and her lingering perfume.
He could still feel her warms surround him. He held himself up at the sink as his breaths became uneven.
Maybe they were always destined to say goodbye.
based off of “Already Gone” by Sleeping At Last. Ghaaaa this made my heart hurt :(
Summary: (Y/N) has caught a cold after having had too much fun in the snow and our favourite gangster boss takes care of her, only to get sick himself: Just a bit of fluff
Warnings: none! Besides that English isn´t my native language and this has neither been proofread nor does my feverish brain take any responsibility towards any content of this, I hope you enjoy it anyways 😊
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
A cough could be heard followed by a miserable groan.
(Y/N) felt as if all of her life was knocked out of her lungs, as she silently suffered in her bed, wrapping herself in all the blankets she had been able to find. She might have got a bit too engaged in the snowball fitt two days ago, but little Charlie had been so happy making it impossible for her to regret it.
Shuddering because of the coldness slowly spreading over her body, she sighed with relief when suddenly the door squeaked, opening as it revealed her husbands Thomas Shelby's perfect face. All illuminated by the lights of the hallway, he looked almost angelic, after all, he was her saviour!
Carrying a cup of tea in his hand, he looked like every caring, loving husband would look like, not like the mad man everyone made him out to be, normally she would tease him for it, even though secretly loving the look of domestic, caring, fluffy Tommy, but today surely wasn´t her day.
Silently putting the cup down on her nightstand, Tommy's cold fingers touched her forehead, slightly wincing at his cold fingers brushed up against her hot skin, (Y/N) dug herself deeper into the covers.
“Tommy…”
“Still as miserable I see.”
Too sick to respond to his unfunny trying to be funny cunt-Tommy antics, (Y/N) just looked at him, trying to sit up. Not having it, Tommy swiftly grabbed her gently and seat her up, giving her a pillow to rest her head onto, before finally giving her hot tea to her, that she had asked him for, a few minutes ago.
“Thank you.” She weakly smiled, taking a careful sip, enjoying the hot liquid, as it ran down her throat.
Tommy sat down beside her feet, silently watching her downing her favourite tea, before taking the empty cup from her, putting it back on the nightstand.
“Better now?” He carefully asked, getting a bit closer to her, before actually laying right beside her.
“Still a bit cold..” She mumbled, as she suddenly felt his arms wrapping around her, pulling her into his warm chest.
“Tommy…You shouldn´t be so close to me.”
“Why? Am I not allowed to cuddle my sich wife when she needs me?”
“That…That´s not it.”
“Oh, what is it then? Don´t tell me you´re not enjoying it. You always tell me I´m a good fucking heater!”
Sighing she actually pressed a bit further into him, clearly enjoying the warmth he provided her with, not to mention the fact that he was the one initiating the cuddling and close contact..oh if only his brothers would know! They would tease him into next year!
“Tommy…I don´t want you to catch something as well… bad enough that I am knocked out like this. But you have important business to attend to.”
Shifting her head a bit, (Y/N)´s gaze met his, and while her skin was a prominent more greyish undertone and her eyes looked dry and very tired, Tommy could still sense all her love for him radiating out of her beautiful orbs. He was still amazed at how someone like her, someone so kind and awfully sweet and considerate had actually fallen in love with him, going so far as to breath out the love for him with every fibre in their body.
Maybe she had truly changed him, at first not being able to believe in the human in him, in his feelings, in love, especially not after Grace…he had finally found meaning behind his life other than living ruthlessly, unhappy and constantly craving for more. Never getting satisfied, desperate to find the thing that would stop his endless search for a purpose like a mad man searching for water in the desert.
And with her he had finally felt like he had been successful, she was his purpose.
So it came to no surprise that he would not only die for her but try to keep on living! Just for her.
Everyone had noticed how the once carless Gangster of Birmingham had slowly but surely become more settled…maybe even more keen on not risking his life so often, not that he was any less fearsome or dangerous, just a bit more calm and collected. At least to his closest friends and family.
Much to Polly's delight, actually.
His only response to (Y/N)´s worries however was to simply pull her even closer, nuzzling his nose into her neck, trying to breathe in her love for him.
“Tommy I meant it…I love that you´re so caring..but please think about it. Who would make sure the maids are actually doing what they are paid for …you know how they are!” only half-joking, she tried to get away from him, not wanting him to catch something from her. Even though she loved being able to take care of him from now and then, she wouldn´t want to deal with Tommy denying he was sick only to end up in a bad situation, getting even worse.
Still cuddled up with her, Tommy decided to actually answer her, after having taken his sweet time!
“Oh, (Y/N) darling you know what? I´d rather spend all of me life puking, having a fever and coughing, than having to not be able to cuddle up to you!”
At this, (Y/N) was too stunned to deny him. Had he really just said that!? Tommy Gangsterboss of the fucking world had just said that!?
Taking a moment, she finally knew why.
“You already have, haven´t you?” Was all she managed to get out, once the shock had fallen off. Not waiting for an answer, (Y/N) reached out her hand, pressing it to his forehead, sighing with a bit of annoyance at the heat radiating from it.
She had been right.
“You little bastard.”
Was all she muttered while slightly having to smile, turning around to kiss his feverishly red cheeks, pressing her face into his chest, already too tired to keep her eyes open for much longer. That was the Thommy Shelby she knew.
“I really mean it though (Y/N)...”
Tommy grunted, not knowing if she still heard before he too was embraced by sleep warm arms, pulling him into the blackness of deep dreamless rest.
SUMMARY: Tommy’s younger wife is starting to doubt their marriage during her birthday party after hearing a hurtful comment.
[ REQUEST ] by @rhaenystheboneless
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I couldn’t stop writing this to be honest 🙊 And Tommy might be a bit out of character here, but I had in mind some Season 5 broken, vulnerable Tommy. Also, in this scenario he was never married before, so it’s like, imagine Tommy Shelby being alone all the time with no wife and no children. That’s why his behaviour towards the Reader is the way it is in this story. He’s a bit awkward about the whole matter I guess.
Summary: Maybe Arthur should have told her, shouldn´t he? No, (Y/N) has moved on.
Warnings: None, maybe a bit of heartbreak tho 🥰😉😭
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
Arthur Shelby,
He had been in love with (y/n) for all of his childhood. For as long as he could remember even. There had never been a time where he hadn´t been utterly smitten by the little girl just down the street.
She was a true beauty to be seen. The brightest smile constantly adorned her features and her big gleaming eyes were always there to get him through the day.
Even when unbeknown to her.
Because simply put, Arthur was a coward.
But he was certain that one day! Yeah, one day he would muster up the courage to tell her! Right?
At least that was what nine-year-old Arthur would always tell himself, especially now, as he hid behind a wall as he saw her approaching in her graceful ways.
To him, she always appeared like one of the most beautiful flowers, but with that came his fear, that one day the dirty streets of Small Heath would turn her bright shimmering colours dull, and some men with their fast horses would tramble the little flower over, not noticing her beauty.
Oh, how his smaller brother would scold him now, for appearing so weak and poetic!
Arthur always had known that his smaller brother was so much more smarter and mature than him. But sometimes he still couldn´t stop feeling surprised by little Thomasses ways. It was truly amazing but on the other hand side, it was getting on his nerves… Tommy always tried to do him one better! Just like now!
Peaking out of his hiding spot, he could see them! Tommy and (Y/N)! Tommy knew that Arthur felt some sorta way for her and now he had decided to test his bloody theory! And Arthur surely hated every minute of it!
Just at this moment, the smaller Shelby was telling (Y/N) something that made her giggle and Arthurs face turned red from anger. How dare he!
Later he would tell Arthur how he did anything he could think of, for his foolish brother to finally admit his feelings for her, and oh did Arthur wish he had.
Because what he had felt then, was nothing compared to how he would have to feel for the rest of his life.
On the 23.December 1900 for example,
(Y/N) and the Shelby boys had gone on one of their adventures again. Just like every day, really. It wasn´t anything new to them.
But while getting older, (Y/N)´s parents started to worry for their daughter. She should rather start to get some female friends… what would people think?
(Y/N) couldn´t care less to be honest. She felt happy this way. Catching their breath after having run a couple of miles. Arthur, Tommy and (Y/N) finally stopped. Laughing along, looking at the things they had stolen from the Market.
“Not bad boys… not bad.” (Y/N) grinned while looking at both of them and Arthurs heart couldn´t help but flutter in his chest. She looked so beautiful like this!
Their friendship with each other bloomed like flowers in spring, not one rainy day insight and oh how both of them wished it would stay that way.
But with foolish teenagers around, nothing was able to stay simple, so when Arthur Shelbys sixteens birthday rolled around, Mary Duller from a couple of houses up the street had claimed to be his girlfriend and while (Y/N) was still questioning her relationship with the oldest Shelby, that threatened to break her heart.
Even though she was still not believing what stupid Mary-cunt, as one of her friends had called her snickering, (Y/N) gathered all her courage, visiting the Shelbys home.
Right in the fucking perfect moment! Because when she arrived and John had opened the front door, she caught a glimpse of Marry-cunt Duller on Arthur fucking Shelby’s lap, snogging him like a fish desperate for water!
That day she had sworn to never ever talk to all of the bloody Shelby-lot ever again! Sleeping on a wet tear-stained pillow, she made a pact with herself, not willing to break it, she ignored all of the attempts from the Shelby boys to get her out of her bedroom again.
Her parents were delighted by the fact that their daughter finally grew out of her rebellious phase and encouraged her, even going as far as slamming the door in Johns’s face once…or twice.. or even trice!?
After that, the attempts of the boys became less and less until they finally stopped altogether, leaving Arthurs heart heavy because he still didn´t understand why!
While her parents quickly seemed to have forgotten about them, (Y/N) could not.
Watching with worry in her eyes, as she saw him running about, only being able to think of him again.
Maybe they had gotten older, maybe someone could say that they had gotten more mature… but well that would have been a lie. At least in Arthurs case. More reckless than ever, Arthur strolled down the streets with his brothers, always ready to pick a fight. They were true Small Heath boys after all!
How would this end? She had known Arthur for all her life. But in the last couple of months, he had gotten even wilder, watching him blow off from the safety of her windowsill, she started to think it was better that way, keeping her distance from them.
Rumours had it that the Shelbys weren’t just low Birmingham scum, but actually even worse than that so much worth actually that (Y/N) mother had finally decided for (Y/N) to not see them anymore at all, not even at church, where she would from time to time at least say hi to Ada… and now (Y/N) herself thought that this was for the best.
Live went on as usual, and as their teenage years passed, (Y/N) and Arthur were, as if attracted by each other like mots to the light, slowly getting closer again.
(Y/N) not agreeing with the things he spent his time with and Arthur not understanding (Y/N) prudish ways, their relationship stayed difficult. While both of them refused to tell each other or even acknowledging what they still felt for each other, the day came when it was Arthurs time to say goodbye.
And God how he wanted it to finally be the day he had enough courage to admit it, not only to himself but to the whole world.
It had rained,
it had rained the day he told her.
It poured down on the two, as he told her that he would join the men at the front. Arthur crown prince of Small Heath just still a young boy to (Y/N) with a big heart and too many boiled up emotions in his body would leave their world. Maybe even forever?
It broke her heart. Standing on the platform, watching the train slowly deport the young boy’s souls turning them into men, she knew that he was gone, he would never come back. At least not to her. No. She had lost him. Forever.
That was all she was able to think of, when she slowly strode home that night, feeling so empty. Why didn´t she just open her mouth!? Why was she so stupid!
Why had she been so afraid? Maybe he would have turned her down…her parents would have been disappointed for sure…Oh, why was she thinking of this again!? It would do her no good anyway!
But still, if she had said something… maybe…just maybe he would have stayed?
Oh, who was she kidding… of course he wouldn´t have! Arthur never had been one to leave his brothers fighting on their own!
But had she known that Arthur was thinking of her just as much as she was thinking of him…Maybe she wouldn´t have tried to move on.
Cause while sitting in the mud, the horrors of war, the worst humanity was capable of doing all displaying in front of his eyes…Arthurs mind was far far away.
With her.
Her kind spirit, her friendly face, her breathtaking laugh. All of that was everything he had to keep sane. She was his lighthouse in the middle of the storm, making sure his small boat wouldn´t crash, would find its way home save and sound. Back to her!
She was the only one that was able to bring his mind to rest, the only thing he had to fall asleep to, the only purpose he saw in holding on, in not just giving up, in fighting on hell in life itself!
And that sole purpose alone was the reason his heart overleaped in joy, as he was finally brought back home! Out of this hell hole.
Oh if he just had known.
The moment he set foot back onto the platform of Small Heath, he knew something wasn´t quite right. But to hell with that! Who would care!
He was back home…maybe the demons of France were still tightly packed into his luggage…but all of this would change, right? As soon as he would see her, everything would finally be as meant to be! Everything would change for the better for him, right?
Finally being able to hug his aunt and sister again, he relished in their precents, and even if he was truly happy to be seeing them again, enjoying their warm welcoming, he couldn´t wait to finally see her again!
Had she changed? Because he did! He finally wanted to scream in young Arthurs face that today was the day! He would tell her! He was no fool! He would tell her and finally live the life he had wanted to live!
Maybe he was a changed man, maybe he had a couple more scars, a couple more nightmares, maybe half of who he used to be was gone…but compared to what he had here, to what was awaiting him, all of this seemed so small and insignificant.
Maybe it had been selfish of him, to expect her to be the solution to all his problems…
Maybe having downed a class too much, Arthur made his way over to her parent’s house, oh how nothing here had changed! It was strange because he had… but somewhat the feeling of being at his safe space was very comforting!
Knocking on her very familiar door, he was slightly confused as a younger man opened up. He had never seen him before…had he? (Y/N) never had had a brother.
Slightly confused as well, the man looked at Arthurs dishevelled state. What was a drunk, strange unfamiliar man doing in front of his house at such an ungodly hour?
“Is…IS (Y/N) home!?” Arthur tried to stay collected…he couldn´t wait any longer! All the words he had to spend night after night, day after day, practising for the moment he finally came home to tell her! They all threatened to spill out all at once, every moment now!
“…Yeah. Wait a minute.” The man mumbled to himself, still, a bit weirded out, before turning around, talking to someone else, and shortly after there she stood, in all her glory.
Looking as beautiful as ever.. wait no! She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her soft-looking lips, her cute nose, her shimmering eyes and her flawless hair….She truly was perfect in his eyes!
Even tho her eyes looked a bit tired, maybe he had woken her up? Not really having the mind to care for that anymore, he straightened his back coughed a bit trying to find a good point to start with. “(Y/N)” He nervously but non the less happily exclaimed, smiling brightly up at her.
His only hope in life, his saviour!
But all that she did was gasp in shock. “Arthur!” even though she still wasn´t able to comprehend what was happening here she had to smile. “You´re back!”
“Yeah I made meself come back! Just for you! Trust me (Y/N) I am no fool! Mark me words! I´ve been trying to tell you this since….Forever I guess! But I love you! Oh, I love you so much!” His voice dropping into a whisper, (Y/N) could have sworn that his eyes were slowly glazed over by a thick curtain of tears as he gazed up at her.
Like a lost soul hoping for, no, craving for its salvation. But she couldn´t give it to him.
Thick tears running down over her rosy cheeks, she snivelled a bit. Her bare feet touching the cold floor of the front stairs, as she slowly made her way out of the house, taking his hands in hers.
“Oh Arthur…Arthur…”
You fool…
Still hopeful he grinned slightly, taking her face in his warm rough hands, still gazing into her eyes.
“Tell me..tell me (Y/N)…I don´t have much to offer… I am just a broken somewhat dumb man but… I know it’s not much. But I will share me everything with you! I am not good with all that poetry posh bloody stuff… but listen (Y/N) all I can give to you is me heart, but you will have it! You already have it! Please… I ask you this…it´s really not much here, at your front door but…will you…will you marry me (Y/N)?”
Sadly smiling (Y/N) hand went up to wipe away her tears. “Oh Arthur…”
And then he saw, the simple little gold band, wrapping itself around her slender finger, almost as if mocking him in the sneakiest way possible and now it was his time to let his tears run free.
“(Y/N)” he pledged, almost throwing himself at her feet. “(Y/N)! Please! I promise… I promise! I don´t know what to do without you!”
Feeling her own heart sink, she tried to pull him into a hug. “Arthur don´t… it won't change anything…”
“Who…tell me who!”
“Arthur… please calm down! Okay!?”
Wheeling around, Arthur looked through her eyes, right into a soul. It sent shivers down her spine. Was he mad? With his strong grip on her wrist, she tried to get loose.
“Stop Arthur.. you're.. you’re hurting me!” Desperate he pulled her closer
“Please… I promise! I promise…I´ll do better! Just don´t leave me like this!”
“Arthur! Stop it! I beg you!”
Her voice was trembling at the sight of the men she once loved more than her own life, sitting at her feet, bawling his eyes out, begging her to stay with him.
She didn´t know what to do! He finally let go of her. His body shook as he finally fully sank to his feet, trembling in the dirt like a kicked dog. Ambandoned by its owner.
“(Y/N)” a third voice joined, as the men from earlyer stepped out of the house, blanked and a pair of simple slippers in hand. “Can´t get risking you catching a cold, love. Not good for you or the baby.”
His voice was laced with concern and a bit of amusement, as he draped the blanket over her delicate shoulders, setting her shoes down on the ground before he noticed the shaking men on the ground.
“What is going on here!?” Baffled he looked to his wife and back to the man on the ground. “Do you need help sir? Is everything alright!?” The concern now replaced by real fear for a life, he tried to lend Arthur a helping hand, before (Y/N) slowly shook her head. “Everything is fine Theo, but thank you.”
Taking his hand in hers, she was able to calm her worrywart of a husband.
And that´s when Arthur realised. He was a fool! He always had been! He was a selfish man! (Y/N) deserved someone better than him. She deserved to be treated with kindness….She deserved something else than a broken man like him, she deserved more than he would ever be able to offer her! And she had already found him… The one who offered her that and so much more than it. And it wasn´t him, it wasn´t Arthur.
He couldn´t even be jealous.
The alcohol in his blood now making him feel nauseous, as he slowly got up. Slapping (Y/N) helping hand away in the process, he straightened out his clothes.
Oh, how he had made a fool out of himself again!
This Theo-man wrapping his arm around his wife so much more loving than Arthur thought he would ever have managed to do, Arthur slowly turned around.
Facing his love one last time. If she would have ever agreed to his proposal if he would have asked sooner? He would never know. But the glance she gave him, was all that he needed to turn around, trying to not look back.
But saying that he wasn´t tempted to, would have been a lie.
Making his way back home was so much more painful than the wounds he had suffered in France, because now?
Now he had nothing to live for anymore. His strength slowly left him, as he stumbled over the cobblestones. He never was one for talking about his feelings much, but how was it possible to feel so much pain, like your heart got squished and torn apart but feel so numb and far away from everything at the same time?
Silently grumbling, he sat down at his own front door, lighting a cigarette, he really had fucked it up this time, hadn´t he?
And slowly it creped through his always, at least appearing to be, thick skin, into his flesh, into his bones. He hadn´t changed. No. Not even Birmingham had changed. It was still a cruel place. And even though nothing had changed, and he was still this cowardly weak little boy, everything felt different now.
This comfort of home was all gone now. It was suffocating how all had stayed the same, his life apparently of so much insignificance that even though he was hurting more than ever, everything still stayed the same…everything would stay the same, he wasn´t one bit important.
At that he just broke completely, the unshielded horrors of what had happened to him now came upon him in all their fearsome reality.
No (Y/N) to shield him from his cruel thoughts. No one to protect his soul in the crossfire, no one to keep his heart from freezing over in the coldest of nights. Would he ever recover? He had seen them, the unlucky men who were slowly eaten up by their regrets of the past. Would he become one of them? Only his future would tell.
But what future could that be, when his heart laid at the front door of the woman he loved more than anything, if she wanted it or not, he would never get it back. And the small boy he once was, he still is, had to learn to live without it.
Summary: A sad story with actually no real plot, just felt like it. Reader and Thomas had a stillborn baby and now have to deal with their loss, blaiming themselves (This fic is in no way meant to shame who ever had this happen to them, it is purly fiction if you know someone or who had to go trough this or maybe you had to go through something like that yourself, you have my condolences and I wish you the absolute best in your future babes. ❤❤)
Warnings: As just mentiond above, a stillborn baby, so death of an infant (Nothing is described in anyway) just a short reminder that english isn´t my native language
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
The Rain was dazzling down on the rooftop as (Y/N) sat in the armchair.
Staring into the burning fire right in front of her.
It was so unbearably hot but so shivering cold at the same time.
She didn´t know what to do anymore.
Just don´t leave me...please just don´t leave me!
She didn´t even try to make any noise as she heard the front door cracking open.
What good would it do her? No one could bring her back.
Just stay forever...I beg you! Stay, don´t leave me!
“(Y/N)” She would normally have heard. But this day? Nothing.
He just silently stood in the hallway. Eyes dull just like hers. Their faces drawn of any colour and emotion.
Oh God had she cried. But all of those tears had dried up long ago.
Leaving the bitterness of the salty taste for her to endure as the only cruel reminder of her sad reality. If she would have been able to feel it, it would have made her furious.
They both knew who was to blame.
And it hurt him, it hurt him so much. He knew she was right, he couldn´t even be angry with her.
And it hurt her, it hurt her so much. She knew he was right, she couldn´t even be angry with him.
He had cried as well, he had seen her and she had seen him.
They both had cried.
But not out of happiness as they actually should have had on this oh so wonderful day. No. They had to stare at the innocent live lost, how unbearable.
And she knew who was to blame.
And he knew who was to blame.
They once had promised each other,
until the world falls apart we´ll dance upon rubble and ashes, forever together. She had promised to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. He had promised he´d love and honour her all the days of his life.
And here there were now, in bad times and sickness, love and honourless.
Just sitting there, being shells of themselves.
(Y/N) silently looked at the prominent wedding ring on her finger. It sat there, silently mocking her with all of its glamour and innocent purity. It reminded her of better times.
Oh how happy she had felt! The Queen of Small Heath!
She had risen from ruins, she had defeated cruel fate!
The King of Small Heath had chosen her!
He had actually chosen her to marry him! To spend all of eternity by his side!
Oh how happy she had been! Ignoring all the warning signs.
She marched up into this life of cruelty and she had just sat there. In her golden Palace, ignoring the ones suffering for her to have what she had.
She truly was a selfish witch!
Oh God had she been deaf and blind to all of it. And now God punished her for it.
Oh how happy he had been!
Having the sweetest, the kindest the most beautiful, the smartest and the most loyal of all standing by his side.
The true Queen of Small Heath.
And now God punished her for getting married to the Devil himself. To him. He truly was one selfish Arshole!
He had taken so many lives. So many lives of Fathers and sons. It was only fair! But why did it have to be her? Why had he been so blind!?
Oh, how he hated himself for being the one to do this to her.
Oh, how she hated herself for being the one to do this to him.
Silent tears ran down her icy cheekbones again, as she looked back into the fire.
Face as expressionless as cobblestone.
Her Immortal soul would never be pure again. And it had been all his fault! The Devil corrupted her with his frivolous ways. And he knew what people called him, and he began to think it was true.
And now she had to pay! She had tired eyes...tired hands. Seeing so much sin through all of the cigarette smoke and shed blood.
No one would come to save her now, would they?
In the days without laughter
Between passion and pain
When we make a thousand mistakes
Our hearts will turn to stone
Maybe it was better that way. No angle deserved to walk upon a world with monsters. Just like her father was.
He spoiled it, she was deaf and blind! Chained to the weights that were her dreams.
They had long been immune to the plagues of doubt.
They forgot, they had lost now
They had lost the one thing special to them.
The only thing that would ever be worth more than life itself to both of them.
(Y/N) had rather died herself that day and to be honest? A big part of her did. A part of her will do so for the rest of her life. The rest of her life as only a third of what she was used to be.
But just upon touching her, she had known. Angels weren’t meant for a world like this.
The Angels will rise, they will rise and return home.
And she was no angel, she would never be.
And he was no angel, he would never be.
But she had been. Their daughter had been.
What were they to do? They wanted their child back. But all was gone now!
She didn´t love him anymore, right? He took her baby from her.
He didn´t love her anymore, right? She took his baby from him.
Silently stepping closer, Thomas finally reached her armchair.
He stood right there, right beside her… But it still felt like he was miles away.
“(Y/N)”
It had been such a silent, such a fragile whisper, so soft, but she still had heard it.
And it pained her so deeply...they would never hear their daughters voice.
“(Y/N)” He called out again. Stretching out his arm, to softly lay his hand on her shoulder.
“Thomas” She silently answered as she looked him in the face, for the first time in days.
“Oh (Y/N)”
“Oh Thomas!”
Quickly reacting, he bent down to her height, wrapping his arms around her. She nuzzled her head into the crave of his neck.
“I am so sorry!”
And there they sat, softly sobbing into each other’s bodies.
Both realising what they had lost.
Both realising that they had lost their daughter.
Never to hear her first words, see her first smile, see her beautiful eyes shining on her birthday, witnessing her first love, witnessing her wicked shelbyness… They had lost a part of themselves.
They would never know whose looks she got. They would never know whose character she got.
She would never be.
Because she was too good for them.
She was an angel never meant for this world. Never meant for them.
They never had deserved. That, they were both sure of.
And (Y/N) had it all written down in the most beautiful letter she had ever written.
For her special child. For her baby. For her oh so dear, dearest child she never got to meet.
...My dearest, oh my dearest child. I will never forget you, never not love you. Oh please forgive my faults, my mistakes. Oh please oh please just give me one smile. Take me with you...
Summary: A short John Shelby x Reader one shot, in which their youngest daughter may or may not have tried their talent as a hairdresser
Warnings: None, just remember english isn´t my native language (maybe not prrof read I´ve wrote this around roughly 2-3am).
Have fun and stay safe darling😙🥰
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
It had been a normal morning in the Shelby Household.
It had actually been quiet the beautiful morning.
But it HAD been.
Because as (Y/N) Shelby had finally finished getting all the Shelby kids out of bed and ready for breakfast she wasn´t able to find Mary.
The youngest daughter.
She had only turned four a couple of weeks ago and was only to be described as Johns apple of the eye.
The little girl had a truly stunning smile and beautiful hair, framing her face that resembled her mothers so much, it could have been a copy.
John always had said that she looked like an angel… but had the personality of the devil himself. After all, she was a clever little wicked Shelby.
And exactly that had been the reason for (Y/N)s worry when she wasn´t able to find the little girl.
Asking Marys sisters first, they all didn´t know where she had gone either, neither did her brothers. So desperate, (Y/N) asked one of the nannies, who immediately freaked out as well, so they didn´t know either! Like mad women the three raided the house, already having bad thoughts and anxiety climbing up her spine, (Y/N) finally found something.
On the bathroom floor, right in front of the mirror laid her sowing scissors, almost gleaming mockingly at her.
Perfectly placed at the edge of the countertop in front of which stood a little chair. All around lay, what (Y/N) could only prescribe as a battlefield like scene, a dozen of little Marys beautiful locks.
Scattered around and torn to shreds.
(Y/N) looked around in shock finally spotting her youngest daughter, who stood in the midst of all, smiling at herself being completely proud of her handiwork.
Finally noticing her mother, the little girl turned around. “Mommy Mommy!” She beamed up at her, throwing her arms around in the air, all excited.
“Look look what if done!”
John would literally have a heart attack once he´d see this!
“Oh, Mary!” Not yet able to decide whether she should scold the little girl, or laugh at the situation, she had to slightly snicker and picked up most of the hair.
As she picked up most of it, she went out into the hallway again, telling the nannies that she found out what had happened. So they wouldn´t worry anymore.
Mary followed her mother curiously and (Y/N) was finally able to examine the work of her daughter in the daylight.
It looked hideous!
One side was completely shaved off, while the hair at the back of her head had almost stayed the original length and the one on the left was only half cut off.
It was truly a shame what happened to Mary's hair, but (Y/N) couldn´t stop herself from slightly grinning. She could very vividly remember the day she had done exactly the same thing to herself...and her little sister as well.
Her parents had been furious but it was one of her core memories of joy. Nearly every girl goes through something like that after all.
Carrying the little girl on her hips, she walked past the two nannies, who immediately gasped in shock! They definitely had expected something bad… but this? They silently stared in shock for a couple of minutes, before they were able to look at their mistress...would she be angry with them?
But when they saw her slightly smiling, they had to snicker themselves. It definitely was funny!
Especially the way Mary herself was so absolutely obvious to what she had actually done.
“What’s so funny here? Do you mind sharing the joke?” Suddenly a voice beamed behind them and /Y/N) turned around. “John!” She exclaimed and smiled at him.
“Dada! Look look!” Little Mary began to struggle in her mother’s arms, who finally let her down.
John, not expecting what would come, held out his arms, lifting her back up.
But then it hit him. “What the fuck!?” He immediately looked at his wife, who was silently scolding him for the swearwords.
“What happened here!?”
“I cut my hair daddy! I look beautiful now! Just like Momma says when you cut yours!”
Mary happily ruffled her hair and smiled at her Father lovingly, who in return couldn´t stay angry at a sight like that.
“Don´t worry John...every father of a little girl has to go through this...and oh so much more!”
(Y/N) had to grin again, as she ruffled his own hair. “And besides….we will always love our little Mary. Whatever haircut she chooses next… right love?”
“Next!? Why would there be a next time! I´ll ban all these scissors out of this god damn house meself if I have to!”
Only laughing (Y/N) nodded her head, returning to setting the table so they could finally have breakfast.
Sure he would. But they all knew how well keeping a Shelby from what they want works. And their kids definitely were Shelbys.
I had this lil´ idea while visiting a small early Christmas market in my town. ( I might or might not have put some very European Christmas market traditions into this because… Well I just love it, reminds me of the good old times spending Christmas at my grandma’s house with the whole family.)🥰🤭❤
Summary: John and his wife take their twins out for a short Christmas market shopping tour. And maybe Reader has to reveal a somewhat pretty early Christmas present to John.
No real plot, just some very much needed father John fluff and a somewhat outlet for my Christmas spirits.
Warnings: Non really, just a little reminder that English isn't my native language😘😉
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
Children’s eyes beaming, loud voices singing, bells ringing men and woman walking by hand in hand. It surely was beautiful as he walked by, and maybe he would have even been able to enjoy it if it wasn´t for the two way too cold hands grasping at his own, as they pulled him through the streets.
Ben and Ally laughed as he nearly stumbled over his own feet while trying to catch up with their fast steps.
(Y/N), a few steps behind them could only laugh as she held the warm Mulled Wine in her hands, trying to heat herself back up.
It was a truly heartwarming sight to see. They didn´t usually spend much time like this together.
Finally being able to let go of his overexcited kids, John let himself fall into step with his wife, taking one of her hands in his, letting her head rest on his shoulder.
“Oh, John. It´s wonderful here...a bit cold. But soooo beautiful.” She pointed to all the flickering lights in between the freshly fallen snow as the smell of freshly baked Crêpes rose to their noses.
John could only silently agree as he squeezed her hand slightly, listening to the voices of some choir singing a truly beautiful Christmas jingle. Looking over at his wife, whose eyes were gleaming, he had to smile brightly.
She was so beautiful like that, the cold flushing her cheeks and making her nose turn red. Moments like these made him fall in love with her all over again.
(Y/N) herself had to smile as well as she watched her babies run around in the snow, chasing some of their friends around the place. She had to grin slightly at the thought of next year. They would have a new Baby to share all the wonderfulness of Christmas with, placing her free hand over her coat she looked over at Johns calm and for once relaxed face and prepared to tell him, now.
She had waited for the perfect moment the whole week! And now it was finally time to-
“Mommy? daddy!?” Suddenly she was shaken out of her mediated state, as two small angelic voices called out to her. Still slightly smiling she and John looked down into the grinning faces of their children. “What do you little fuckers want now?” John teased as he straightened up a bit. “John..!” playfully warning him, she turned to face him.
“Yeah yeah ´right sorry. But what do you want!?” Looking at each other, Ben and Ally smirked and simultaneously pointed towards a stand with very amazing smelling good old sugar canes, candied almonds, gingerbread, speculoos and many many more treats of every colour and form.
“please please, please! We promise we will behave the whole week!” Ally exclaimed dramatically as Ben just nodded his head exaggeratedly.
Laughing (Y/N) had to shake her head. Them behaving for a whole week straight? That was unheard of. “Okay...you´re allowed to get three things...Each!” She looked at them sternly before beaming herself. Their cheeks having turned the same reddish colour as their parents, they looked like little angels. At least to (Y/N) who was just feeling so excited all over again. It was wonderful seeing them hurrying off as fast as possible to make sure they would get the best treats they could get their hands on.
“How gracious of you.” John laughed as he put his arms around her. Laying his hands on her stomach. “When did you plan on telling me, love?” He nuzzled his face into her neck while smiling and planting a small kiss on her slightly exposed neck. “That next year we´ll have to deal with another Shelby graving all the sweets of this goddamn place?”
Smiling herself (Y/N) put her gloved hands over his. “How do you know John?” Curious she looked over her shoulder to look him in the eyes. “Oh, you know darling...Just because you’re in the next room doesn´t mean I won’t hear you when you practise your little speech…” Laughing he hid his face in the crook of her neck again, pulling her a bit closer into him. “Wouldn´t be too bad, eh?” they both grinned at each other. “Oh, it really is the most wonderful time of the year.”
“On that, I will have to agree on, my dear.” chuckling again, they started to look for their current children again, of course finding them stuffing their faces with more than just three pieces of candy.
But who would have guessed any different...They were John Shelby´s kids after all. And next year, they would have to deal with one more.
But they were over joyous at the news, love and warmth filled their hearts at the pure thought, they couldn´t wait for the most wonderful time of next year.
Summary: How would our dear Arthur react to the reader coming home totally wrecked because she got herself into a fight? For once it isn´t Arthur who is utterly reckless but his beloved kind of lunatic wife. Maybe other people think they're crazy and don´t fit into society standards. But who cares about that when you got your perfectly imperfect partner at your side? Just a bit of Arthur fluff, we wouldn´t have it any other way now, would we?🤭
Warnings: English isn´t my native language. This hasn´t been proofread because it is currently nearly midnight and I got an exam tomorrow thooooo... Enjoy my friend 🥰❤
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
It had been awfully quiet as Arthur had gotten home, way too quiet for his liking!
But he had to deal with it. Slowly taking a slice of bread into his hand he began to chew on it. Why wasn´t (Y/N) already home? She knew how bad he was at cooking! Could have something have happened to her?
Restless he looked out of the window. Not a single soul in sight. The sun had already begun to set when he got home but now it was absolutely pitch black outside.
He slowly sat down, facing the door, trying to distract himself by reading the newspaper he had already read this morning.
Normally they would sit down at the dinner table by now, slowly eating dinner and talking about their day… Never had (Y/N) ever missed getting home on time! Not in all those years they had been together.
But Arthur knew how reckless she could be, normally (Y/N) was the voice of reason in their relationship. But then again compared to him that wasn´t all too hard.
So (Y/N) was a little firecracker herself, always getting herself in trouble and way too stubborn to let anyone or anything get her off her track. Much to the annoyance of the rest of the Shelby family who had hoped that Arthurs wife would bring him back down a little...But the mess they had caused at their own wedding had shattered their hopes rather violently pretty quickly.
Arthur had to grin at the thought of their wedding and had managed to get his thoughts somewhere else when suddenly the front door flung open.
Startled Arthur sprung up, nearly taking the whole chair down with him trying to grab the nearest thing that could help defend himself against the attacker...Only to realise that the unrecognisable figure in the doorframe was actually (Y/N).
“(Y/N)!?” Still a little bit shocked, Arthur let go of the fucking frying pan in his hands and looked up at the figure still kind of cowering in the open doorframe.
“In the fucking flesh!” Moaned (Y/N) into his direction before finally kind of stumbling into their house, closing the door behind her.
Arthur sighed in relief, that was only short-lived. What the hell had happened to her?! A bloody nose, an eye that was beginning to bruise, a cracked lip and a very strange posture… all in all, she was an utter mess!
“Who the fuck did you run into?”
Kind of annoyed at him (Y/N) only hung her coat over one of the chairs before flinging herself down on it.
“Just some douche I have pissed off last week…”
Trying to make it sound like not that big of a deal, she tugged some loose hair strand behind her ear.
Her beautiful arranged Hairstyle was completely torn apart anyways.
Sighing again Arthur slowly approached her, putting a hand on her shoulder, only to hear her wince and have her turn away from him.
“That´s fucking dangerous! Why didn´t you tell me about that!? I was fucking shitting me pants over here waiting for you to finally come home! God knows what else could have happened to you!?”
He exclaimed while flinging his arms around in the air trying to get his point across, which caused (Y/N)to only roll her eyes.
“Oh don´t bother Arthur! It´s not the only time that ever happened!”
“Bad enough! I want fucking names...gonna pay them a visit meself” Still angered he glared at her waiting for the perfect excuse he knew she didn´t had. Or had she?
“....You see how that feels Arthur?” Sighing defeated she let her head rest on her arms looking him in his eyes, voice cracking a bit. “Coming home to nothing but silence? Not knowing where the fuck you are? Not knowing what the fuck has happened to you!? Only for you to march in here covered in blood and cuts and bruises only to play it down!? Why should I be any different!?”
Now it was Arthurs turn to sigh while walking over to the sink, getting a bowl of freshwater prepared to clean her up. just like she had done for him so many times before.
“Because I love you...It´s different because I fucking love you (Y/N) I can´t let anyone hurt you! I can´t stand seeing you like this.” His voice got quieter at every word before he finally turned back around, looking her in the eye while wringing his little towel out, pressing it to her cracked lip.
“I love you too Arthur. It hurts me just as much when you are hurt.” Looking into his eyes she smiled a bit, even tho it hurt every fucking muscle in her face, especially the wound on her lip.
Arthur had to blush a little at that which he tried to hide of course, but the reddening of his ears was impossible for (Y/N) not to notice. She giggled a bit, before putting her bloodied hand on his cheek.
“Love we both know this won´t be the last time, for neither of us, don´t we?” Slightly grinning at her, he set the towel down, pressing his forehead carefully against hers.
“Wouldn´t want it any other way darling, I wouldn´t have married an absolute lunatic if I had any other plans. I just want you to be a bit more careful.”
“So do I, so do I” Falling back into a fit of laughter, Arthur and (Y/N) managed to clean her up, before getting ready for bed.
They had known what they would get themselves into when getting married to each other. The worlds biggest buffoons.
Smiling to herself (Y/N) brushed her hair, looking at her reflection. After all, fighting was how they met.
Any other husband would have already divorced her by now.
But Arthur was different.
He understood her thought process, her desire for ridiculous messes and her somewhat childish and reckless demeanour. They were really made for each other.
Maybe not a match made in heaven, but even the Shelbyclan had to admit, to their great annoyance, that the two complemented each other perfectly.
And dear Arthur had never been happier before, so they were more accepting of their love than ever, even if that meant that family business wasn't necessarily any easier. But honestly, who of the other Shelbys was easy?
After all, people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.
Yawning she laid down beside her imperfect perfect husband, slowly and carefully cuddling up to him, getting ready to drift off into dreamland, when suddenly a very awake voice rung through to her ear.
I'm four hours into my all-nighter. It's 3:30am(ish) and I'm just starting on the essay. I did two hours of research, just trying to get my thesis together basically. I did an hour of relaxation and just reading this manga I had borrowed from my friend and put away my laundry. I spent another hour just trying to create my citations because i fucking hate citation pages. MLA format is BS.
a/n: part iii time! they actually interact and touch for like more than two seconds this time like woah dude what?? wild! anyway this one's a little shorter than the first two :) part iv in the works thanks for reading friends please consider interacting if u enjoyed !
You were roused from your sleep by the click of the door, and you could hear feet pad softly across the floor toward you. Your eyes fluttered open, threatening to close just as quick, as their lids remained heavy with sleep. In your hazey, half-awake state you rolled over, swimming through your moonlight streaked sheets, each wrinkle in the fabric a wave.
You were living in that purgatory between being fully awake and being asleep, where drowsiness clouded your mind, making everything seem like a mirage.
“Tommy?” The word slipped from your mouth, and you were barely conscious if you had said it.
You saw him pause.
“Yeah.” He mumbled, standing by your bed, the shape of his figure visible in the shadows of the room, the lines of his shirt, his torso appearing in your vision. In your dazed state you reached out to him, burying your face in between the pillows, grasping for his arm.
“Come lie down.” You muttered, again, unconsciously, your lips loose, drunk on sleep. The mattress sank reassuringly next to you under his weight, and he lay down. You had felt cold, all alone in the bed moments before, and inched toward him as you felt the heat radiating off of him, so longing for warmth in your drowsy state that you would’ve moved toward him without a thought regardless of whether he was a hot water bottle or your husband. You threw your arm over his chest and buried your face in the crook of his arm. The contact was comforting, and you had never felt more relaxed.
You heard his shallow breaths, and you tried, failing, to follow the pattern of his soft breathing. His chest rose and fell gently. You couldn’t concentrate. You slipped into sleep easily, before you even fully woke up.
-
The song of the morning birds permeated the room through the open window, and you groaned, moving to pull the duvet tighter around your body. You knew they were just living their lives, and it was quite mean-spirited to think, but you did wish the morning birds would shut their traps, at least until it wasn’t so early.
You screwed your eyes shut, settling back into bed to try and catch a few more hours of sleep.
Realising that the surface your arm was lying on didn’t quite feel like a mattress, you hesitated.
You opened your eyes slowly, shocking yourself at how close you were to him.
You felt your cheeks warm with a blush. You hadn’t even remembered him coming back last night, and you’d already slung yourself over him, arm draped across his chest, face inches away from his. You tried to move away to give him some space, but stopped as you realised he had hooked his arm around your waist.
You settled back down into the pillows, not wanting to wake him. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, and judging from the shadows under his eyes he didn’t get much of it. You wished you could reach out your thumb and rub them away like they were smudges of makeup. It was an awful thing, to not be able to sleep. You hoped he wasn’t often denied that luxury. You rolled your eyes at yourself. Okay, Macbeth.
Sleep had just begun to reach over to pull you back into its realm, when you noticed a patch under Tommy’s cheek. A small, dark red stain that had bloomed on his pillow. You grumbled, disappointed, your eyes closing as you resolved to deal with it later. Your lovely pillows. Your eyes flung open in realisation. Your lovely husband!
Painstakingly slowly, trying not to wake him up, you removed his arm from your waist and sat up to look at him. His jacket, waistcoat and belt hung on the chair in the far corner of the room, and he still wore the shirt from your wedding, though now it was crumpled, half undone and stained with blood. He had cuts along his arms, his sleeve rolled up to reveal the dried blood surrounding them. A particular gash still looked like it had bits of broken glass in it, glimmering like crystals in the morning sun. You examined him, breathing a sigh of relief when you noticed the sprays of blood dotting his shirt seemed to be from his victims, not him. The wounds he sustained didn’t seem deep, and under the glow of the rising sun you could see the colour hadn’t left his face, his cheeks a cool pink under his freckles. But looking at him like this pained you. You weren’t particularly shocked. You had, after all, taken part in the family business, and knew how men like him operated. But you felt your heart ache in spite of that.
You slid off the bed, flagging down a housekeeper and asking her to get a first-aid kit, watching her scurry down the corridor to procure it. You took it from her gratefully and locked the door behind you, pulling out a bottle of liquor from the bar in the corner of your room, pouring a glass.
As much as you hated to disturb him, his eyes closed in blissful ignorance to the morning, you placed your hand on an unscathed part of his arm, shaking him gently. He woke with a jolt that startled you, but he relaxed when he saw it was you.
“Good morning, Thomas.” You smiled, his head rolling over to meet your gaze, eyes still blinking against the glare of light. “I think you might require some medical attention.”
“Thomas?” He grumbled.
“That’s your name, isn’t it?” You replied. You leaned over to help him sit up, and sidled up closer to him to examine the cut on his cheek. It felt strange, to look at him so closely, to hold his face in your hand, cupping his chin and tilting his jaw.
“Formal, is all.” He spoke, voice raspy, and you felt his chest rumble with the words as you leaned towards his face, picking up a cotton ball soaked in antiseptic solution.
“How so?” You asked as he hissed at the sting of the antiseptic. You handed him the glass of liquor.
“For disinfecting?” He questioned.
“To drink. This might hurt a little.” You said, allowing him to take a swig before you continued to clean his cuts.
He grimaced after taking a sip.
“Not to your liking?” You teased.
"Not my poison."
“Isn’t it great how we’re already getting to know each other so well?” You laughed, your tongue swiping the top row of your teeth as you concentrated. “You didn’t answer my question. How’s it formal?”
“Well..” he began, and you could feel his eyes flicker to look at your face placed inches away from him, your cool breath on his cheek as you cleaned the cut. You felt your face flush under his gaze. “You called me Tommy last night.”
You stopped, backing away and bending over to pick up a bandage from the first aid kit to hide your embarrassment.
“Sorry.” You whispered. “I heard your brothers say it, and I must’ve just... my mind must’ve been foggy in my sleep...”
“It’s alright.” He mumbled, watching your eyebrows furrow in concentration as you checked to see if there was any remaining glass lodged in his arm, avoiding his gaze. “It’s my name, isn’t it?”
You smirked.
“How are your brothers, anyway? Had as rough of a night finishing up… business as you?”
“They weren’t so lucky.” You frowned, looking up at him in concern. “They didn’t have a woman to nurse them back to health.” You laughed, squeezing a particular part of his arm “on accident” as payback for making you worry.
-
It seemed to happen all too quickly, kissing your family and friends goodbye in the drive of the hotel in London, successfully cajoling Eddie into joining you at the ceremony, watching Arthur and John looking a little worse for wear, stumbling into their cars.
Soon enough, you had arrived at the church near Birmingham.
Your prediction was correct, and a small village of people had showed up to line the pews. Eddie walked you down the aisle and you soon stood at the altar with Tommy. The stained glass windows above you casted pretty tinted shapes across Tommy’s bruised knuckles, the knuckles you were careful not to press down on as you held each other’s hands, standing in front of the priest.
You felt the stares of the spectators burn into your side as the priest talked, and you gulped, trying to focus on the small red line marring Tommy’s otherwise perfect face.
“You may now kiss the bride.” The priest's voice thundered through the church, and you were convinced even the mice scurrying in the nooks and crannies of the building were gaping at you. Your ceremonies in London had focused more on the fulfillment of traditions, and your parents had not expected shows of affection considering your circumstances. You tensed a little, unsure of what to do.
Tommy leaned toward you, his face inches away from your mouth, his head shielding yours from the crowd.
“We won’t if you don’t want to.” He spoke softly.
You looked into his eyes.
“I think I could handle it.”
Hesitant at first, the two of you leaned toward each other, pressing your lips together gently. You could feel the coloured light from the windows kiss your face through your closed eyes, bathing you in warmth as Tommy wrapped his arm around the small of your back, his eyelashes brushing against your cheek. Your heart leapt and you worried he could feel it beat against him as he held you close to his chest.
For a moment, it felt like everyone in the room had disappeared, and it was just you, Tommy, and the light streaming through the stained glass windows, holding each other, faces painted blue, red and green.
It didn’t take long for everyone to come back.
You walked through the courtyard, arm around Tommy’s, as numerous Peaky boys ran up to you, fawning over you, congratulating you, trying to take a peek at who their boss’ mysterious new wife was.
Tommy introduced you to his aunt and sister. His aunt held your hand and looked into your eyes, smiling gently and examining your face as though she was searching for any signs of bad luck. Was it hereditary, their piercing gazes? You held back the urge to squirm. You tried to remember all the auspicious points on your face that your mother had told you about. Was it the shape of your ears? Your mouth? Was that mole on the right or left? Did you have any inauspicious features? But of course your mother wouldn’t tell you if you had inauspicious features… His aunt nodded approvingly, tapping him gently on his cheek, him wincing as her palm hit the cut.
You met Tommy’s younger brother, Finn, as he jogged up to the two of you. Four brothers! You looked at Ada, concerned for her sanity.
“Welcome to the family, (Y/N)-” Tommy’s palm landed on his face, pushing him aside. You watched as Finn’s face crumpled underneath Tommy’s hand, stumbling back with a flick of his wrist.
“That’s enough of that, fuck off.” Tommy said, marching on past with you in tow.
“You are so lucky I’d never treat you like that.” Eddie laughed, whispering into your ear as he walked alongside you.
“Don’t get any ideas.” You whispered.
“I’d never.”
“You’ve had crueler moments.”
“When?” He gasped, feigning hurt.
“How many years have I been alive now?’
An alarming number of children swarmed around you in hordes at your feet, all somehow belonging to John.
You and Eddie squinted at him in a mixture of horror and amazement. Where’d he get the stamina? Was he running a secret orphanage? Should you throw up or applaud him? You and Eddie immediately turned your heads as John caught you looking, suddenly taking an extraordinary interest in the sky.
“I think we best be going now, (Y/N).” Tommy mumbled into your ear, and you nodded, walking toward the car with him, Eddie limping beside you, his left leg weighed down by one of John’s kids who latched onto his shin, taking a particular liking to him.
Tommy helped you into the car, and you reached through the open window, holding out your pinky toward your brother.
“Promise you’ll write?”
Eddie wrapped his finger around yours.
“Until my arm falls off, then my other, then I’ll learn to write with my legs, and when those fall off, I’ll get a secretary, and when their arms fall off-”
“Ed, I’m gonna have to leave some time in the next hour.” You smiled at each other. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too. Take good care of her, Shelby. Hire a tour guide.” Eddie said, pointing at Tommy, eliciting a slightly confused nod from him. Eddie leaned into the car, taking the cigarette Tommy was smoking. “We’re brothers now. Sharing is caring.”
The car rumbled to a start, and you pulled away, your pinkies slipping out of each other’s as you watched Eddie and the crowd outside the church grow smaller. You saw him sigh, tucking his hand into his pocket and waving at you before sitting down on the church lawn next to John’s son, ruffling his hair as he smoked Tommy’s cigarette. You kept looking until they were just dots in the distance.
You glanced over at Tommy and smiled at him. Your husband, driving you home. You put your head down on the door, allowing your face to peek out of the window. You felt the cool air on your cheeks and you closed your eyes, sighing. Having two weddings was tiring. You let the gentle wind and the bump of the car as it navigated the long, winding roads lull you to sleep.
Tommy looked over, smirking a little at your sleeping face. You looked peaceful, the slight knit that occupied your eyebrows during the weddings disappearing. Beautiful and terribly unaware of it. But he couldn’t let you sleep there, it wouldn’t be proper for his new wife to get her head knocked off by an oncoming tree so soon after your wedding.
He pulled you towards him, letting you slump against his shoulder as he steered. He felt the weight of your head leaning against him, your soft exhales against his neck. It felt nice.
Ahh I am so glad I found this again! I read it a little while ago and pheww I AM SO HAPPY THAT THERE IS EVEN MORE TO READ! I loved it 😍❤ can´t wait for the next part 😊👏
Summery: Steve runs into a strange woman at the post office and is left to wonder what secrets she might hold. Will they meet again?
TW: Nothing i could think of at the moment
It was a cold Tuesday morning.
So cold in fact, that anyone who considered themselves at least not completely insane, had pulled their fur coat out of the closet before leaving their apartments.
Just to be able to snuggle into it as deeply as possible while hurrying through the busy streets of New York, following their usual Tuesday morning routine.
That was exactly what Steve was doing right now.
He had put his only coat over his scrawny figure, trying to keep himself at least from catching a cold, as he carried a rather large Box in both of his hands.
Bucky had asked him last minute to visit the post office to send a package to his mother.
Why he wasn't able to do it himself? Faire question. Steve wasn't so sure about that either. But he had accepted. Even though he only did so, without having seen the actual package. Bucky had just revealed the huge Box Steven would have to carry through half of Brooklyn after the poor man had already agreed!
But being Steve, he had accepted his fate and hurried over some streets straight ahead to the seemingly unbusy post office. But right as he wanted to open the door he, out of a sudden, forcefully crashed into something or should I say, someone? With a loud bump, he fell to the ground letting go of the package in the process.
" Are you alright?"
Still a little bit shocked, he looked up, right into the most mesmerizing eyes he had ever seen!
"Ehm..."
He still struggled to get a correct word out of his mouth, while the woman with the beautiful eyes had reached for the package and lifted it off of the floor before sticking out a hand for him to grasp.
"I am so sorry, Sir!"
The woman continued to explain.
"Eh...It-it´s alright ma´am....it..it really is."
He managed to get out, while taking her hand, getting up rather ungracefully. He quickly brushed the dirt from his pants, before taking in the girl in front of him. He was truly stunned.
She definitely was a sight, and Steven was nearly a little bit glad that it was him instead of Bucky who had brought the package to the post office. Speaking of which, the girl still holds on to it before handing it over to him again.
Steve quickly muttered a quiet "thanks" while taking it back into his own hands. A little embarrassed, he managed to look back up at her. She was a bit taller than him, with gorgeous gleaming hair, that was slightly dancing around her truly lovely face, while one of the kindest smiles beamed down at him.
"My names (y/n) by the way."
Her voice was unordinary gentle and warm considering the usual rather harsh tone the busy folks wandering the streets around that time of the day usually had.
"I´m Steve." he grew slightly more confident now and even gave her a little grin of his own.
Suddenly a car horn blared a little bit down the street. (y / n)´s head whirled around and she seemed to know exactly which automobile had caused the noise. "It...it was ... nice meeting you, Steve!" Suddenly she seemed a little tense and her smile, which had been just so bright mere seconds ago, had faded a little. Nevertheless, she tried to smile at him again, before it disappeared completely as she, giving him a slight wave, rushed in the direction of the car. Hardly two seconds later the dark, very chic-looking car roared past him, Steven was alone again. Still a little bewildered, he got himself out of the daze and eventually entered the post office.
A few days later, Bucky had managed to get him to agree to tack along in one of Buckys infamous double dates. Steven wholeheartedly detested these. The only reason he always agreed to tag along, where Buckys sad puppy eyes.
He knew his best bud was trying so hard to make him happy. Going as far as standing up his own dates when Steven wouldn't want to go. What most of the time just ended with steve agreeing to come anyways just so the poor girl wouldn't end up completely heartbroken. Just for steve to go down exactly this path himself.
He wasn´t even sure why it still hurt him so much when his Date would stand him up, wasn´t even slightly interested, or even straight-up ignoring him. That was what he should be used to by now, or wasn´t it? He liked to always say that he was just not good with the ladies, while his best friend seemed to literally attract them like some sort of a magnet.
Steve felt really happy for Bucky, but sometimes it just went too far. Even for the boy with the heart of gold, sometimes enough was enough.
Just like today! While Bucky seemed to have the fun of his life with Delila? Delia? or whatever her name had been, Steve sat alone in his seat. Marie, who was supposed to be his Date today didn't even bother to show up. Letting out what had had to be the longest and deepest sigh of the century, he took another sip out of his coke before letting the glass hit the table rather harshly.
After a couple more minutes Steven decided to leave, this Marie friend wouldn´t be showing up after she had already been nearly two hours late anyway, so whats the use?
Sighing again, Steve got up and slung his coat back over his seemingly too small slagging shoulders before letting his gaze wander towards Bucky and his newest acquaintances. They still seemed very busy not even being able to keep their hands off of each other, so Steve didn't hesitate before opening the door and taking a step into the strangely relieving cold breeze. Taking a deep breath he slowly began to stray back home.
But relatively fast, his movements came to a very abrupt halt, when two men stumbled out of a dark alleyway right in front of him. He immediately noticed their guns and decided instinctively to stay back.
But just as fast as both of them had stumbled out of the alley they were quick to disappear again. Maybe he had just hallucinated? But yet again, there was an undeniable increase of crimes around the entirety of New York, especially Brooklyn, in the last few months. Everyone knew that something must be going on, underground that is.
So even Steve, who was a reckless man, always getting himself in dangerous situations, was begining to be more careful.
Lightly shaking his Head, Steven put his Hands into his pockets and continued his slow stroll back home.
Why should he hurry anyway?
At home, only the darkness and the cold draft of the barely insulated walls were waiting for him anyway. Nothing anyone would think of as very welcoming, now would they?
My apologies for any historical incorrectness! I just wanted to write something cute and kinda sad for long lonely nights ❤️
Summary: A short Story in which Thomas thinks back to his young war days to one of his biggest secrets. Of his one true love, he was never meant to find, because we all know that our boy got no luck in the Lovegame.
TW: mention of death, blood kinda everything that's related to WW1 and well the Hotmess that is our boy Thomas
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
gifs are not mine
They were never supposed to meet.
Their worlds were never meant to collide... Hell, their worlds were so different that their both knew that they would never ever function.
Not in this life not under those circumstances...definitely not in a thousand years. All because they were supposed to be enemies.
Life was cruel, life was mean, life would never care for a pair of star-crossed lovers.
They both knew.
But neither one of them seemed to care as his rough fingers caressed her soft skin. Their ragged breathing the only sound that rung through the night. The moon seemed to be the only witness to their unholy actions.
Those were all the memories that mattered now.
That was everything that would remain of them.
The tender touch that would linger on her skin for years to come. The soft hitch in her voice that would forever live rent-free in his mind.
They both knew, but they just didn´t care.
They both knew, but they just couldn´t care.
They both knew, but they just didn´t want to care.
Silent love declaring under the stars. Only meant for him and her. Their little safe space under the stars. Far away from Riffles, shouting, pain and Death. Far away from everything they had before that, everything they now had and everything they would have in their future.
Because they knew they weren't meant to have meat. They had no past, they had no current and they would never have a future.
Shortly after Tommy and his brothers had enlisted and were shipped off to France, he had stood in the middle of what hundreds of men would later describe as utter hell.
There was no way out of it. They all knew. They all were so fucking utterly terrified. They all had hoped to someday be rid of those memories, but they would all be haunted by them for the rest of their lives.
He would have never ever deemed it possible that he could have found something like her, a literal angel, in this place. In this literal hell.
But sometimes life likes to play games with you.
Even after many years, he could still remember that day as if it were yesterday.
And this time not because the faces of his dead comrades appeared in his dreams, not because the screams of the desperate men reached his ears, and not because the voices of his enemies pursuing him echoed in his head, all out there to haunt him until god finally decides to set him free, not until God had finally thought Thomas Shelby was punished enough.
No, he remembered so well because he had met her.
Tommy had already had experiences with women, he definitely was no saint. No, more on the contrary even ... but the moment he had laid his eyes on her? Just like in the good damn fucking movies.
His heart had almost slipped into his pants and his mouth had felt awfully dry.
How was that even possible? In all the rubble and dirt? At first, he was sure he was dead. An angel had come to fetch him, to finally put an end to all this hell. Maybe God was indeed real and maybe even gracious to him, even after he had taken so many lives.
Tommy was trying to stay calm as he clutched the rifle in his hand, shit he wasn’t prepared for this now! But before he could do anything else but wonder how to get back, a bullet slammed into a wall just a few meters away from him. Fuck, he was trapped!
A few minutes ago he had been sitting with his comrades in the camp, in the middle of the village, before they had gotten attacked out of nowhere. Seeking protection, he had run and run and run, right into looming darkness only to no longer know where exactly he had run off to... was he still in their fields? or already on enemy territory?
He crawled further out of the line of fire, not worrying about how the already dirty uniform got even dirtier. Maybe the dirt would dye the Bloodstaines a calming brown, not that it would matter anyway, but the smell and the color of fresh blood was something Tommy had learned to despise, and having it on his own close didn’t really help.
But as soon as he had found a new hiding spot, he started to hear hushed voices. Alarmed he stood still and pressed his body into the small cavity behind a wall. Was he in enemy territory? Or where those voices of his men?
“Es… es tut.. es tut so weh bitte… bitte Hilf mir!”
(it...it...it hurts so much! Please….please just help me!)
He couldn't make out the words, but it was definitely not English nor was it French.
“es wird alles Gut… alles wird gut!”
(everything’s going to be just fine….everythings going to be just fine!)
Suddenly he heard a second voice, this time female, and he withdrew further behind the wall.
“ich muss das nur abdrücken, dann bringen wir dich zurück… wir bringen dich nach Haus, ja? Du wirst es nachhause schaffen, ja?”
(I just have to press down here ...then we’re going to bring you back… were gonna bring you home, ok? you will make it home, ok?)
Tommy was startled by the desperate sound of the voice the shear hurt it was displaying.
“wie heißt du Soldat? Wie alt bist du..? Nenn mir ...nenn mir deinen Namen.”
(What’s your name Soldier? How old are you? Tell me….tell me your name.)
the hushed voice mixed in with the wind and the rattling gunfire in the background, the voice had become so quiet, that Tommy had already thought the voice would never sound again until it suddenly croaked.
“E….Eli….Elias. Sieb….Siebzehn...Ich..ich will doch nur nach Hause gehen...nach Hause….nur nach Hause.”
(E....Eli...Elias. Seve….Seventeen...I ...I just wanna go home now...Home ...just home)
“Hey! Hey! Elias! Bleib bei mir! Bitte!”
(Hey! Hey! Elias! Stay with me! Please!)
After that, all that Tommy heard was silence, just the sound of ragged breathing and a quiet sniffling sound was coming from around the corner, as he tried to scoot closer. Finally assured that there was no one else around he peaked around the Corner. He would be able to deal with just one woman!
But nothing could have prepared him for this sight.
There, in the midst of the blood-stained red dirt. Sat an angel.
Wonderful shiny hair shimmering in the moonlight, nice smooth skin was drawn over a beautiful body frame wearing a white nurse's dress. It almost looked like a fucking dream! Had God finally decided to be kind to him? Sending him the most beautiful creature from heaven? It couldn´t be...right? It seemed bizarre, perverse even.
Here in the cruelty and bloody mud sat the purest creature of them all!
He couldn´t believe his eyes, so he had to close them.
But as he opened them again, nothing had changed. She still sat there, pressing her Hands over the soldier's wounded leg, desperately trying to get him back.
Slowly the reality of the situation seemed to dawn upon her. She was on her own in the middle of a dark foreign village, a blood-smeared corpse lying right in front of her.
Tommy took a step closer as if enchanted, without realizing that he was defenseless.
He stepped right on a branch, which immediately broke with a soft crack. But that was all it had taken to shake her out of her state.
“Hallo!?” (Hello?)
Startled, the woman looked up and panicked at the sight of the British soldier.
Fearful, she tried to get to her feet as quickly as possible.
"Nein ... nein bitte!" (No…..no please!)
Begging for her life, she looked right up into his eyes, her own slowly filling up with water once again.
Tommy suddenly understood how he must appear to her, he himself was bloody and dirty, he held his gun tightly in his hand and stared down at her! He must be looking like something those fucking people tell their kids the bloody barbaric Brits must look like! Like some sort of monster! Everyone would be scared by that. He quickly raised his arms and shook his head. He wouldn't just shoot a defenseless woman like that!
“I...I won’t hurt you!”
He was able to finally speak to her and tried his best to look as harmless as an enemy with a weapon was able to look.
But the woman only looked up to him questioningly before pointing to his weapon. “du….no? Not bum bum?” She tried to mimic the sound of a riffle and slowly stood up.
Now Tommy could see her real beauty and was even more stunned. “No...No...I won't bum bum” He repeated her motion before he sighted. This was definitely not what he had expected.
“Do...Do you know where we are?” He didn’t know if she was even able to understand him properly...but trying couldn’t hurt, right?
He expectantly looked at the girl in front of him who just awkwardly smiled while raising her shoulders “I...I not sprechen Englisch..so gut?”
(Y/N) didn´t really know what to make of that strange English soldier in front of her. He looked like he had gone through hell and back, but that was something she had seen around every corner in the past two months she had been here. Maybe you would think she would have gotten used to it by now. But she really wasn´t. She wished for nothing more than for this stupid war to be finally over.
No one in camp was still in for Volk and Kaiser...hell rumor had it that all those letters they were sending home had never been delivered because of their contents, the truth. no one wanted to hear the goddamn truth! No one wanted to believe that they were stuck. Not one single day had they been able to make progress… they were dying like flies out here for nothing and no one even cared. No one fucking cared about the soldiers losing their lives over some fucking royalties’ pain in the ass!
“Fuck the war, fuck the King.” Was all Tommy mumbled when reaching for a cigarette in his pocket. He finally had found one and stuck it in between his lips, not missing how the Nurse right beside him was eyeing him up.
“Want one as well little missy eh?” He couldn´t help himself but smile a little. The irony was just too much to take.
Here he stood. Offering a stranger, let alone an enemy a fucking cigarette while the constant background sound of gunfire was blasting in their ears. Quickly and wordlessly reaching in her own pockets, (Y/N) got out a little steel lighter and held it to his Lips. “Hier.”
She whispered and watched as Tommy took a long and desperate drag of his cigarette, before holding it out for her to take.
Slightly smiling she put her lighter back and took the cigarette between her own lips, mimicking him ever so slightly, before she leaned back against the cold Wall of this French Building.
“Ja...Fuck the king...fuck the war” She copied his words with a thick accent which made it sound kind of funny. So much so that Tommy had to hold back a laugh.
He must be looking like an utter mad man. Dirty, bloody, sweaty, smoking and lost with a strange but goddamn gorgeous girl he just met.
But it gave him a kind of strange comfort, he didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt weirdly calm and the adrenalin in his Blood didn´t feel like poison rushing through his veins. for once he felt at ease. Even still standing on the battlefield, he was feeling calm and put together It was a strange feeling he hadn´t felt since he had left home.
They both seemed to enjoy the somewhat relaxed atmosphere as they kept smoking in silence, right next to each other, two different worlds, complete strangers but yet so familiar with each other.
Tommy was sure, if he ever would have told Ada about it, she would have told him about how movie-worthy this was... But thank god he never did.
Shortly after they had finished their cigarette, the young woman started to giggle, maybe she saw the irony of the situation as well.
Slightly looking back down at her, Thomas couldn´t help himself but smile a little at her caring face.
"What´s your name love?"
He suddenly heard himself ask. How stupid he was...Fraternization with the enemy. Sighing he looked up in the pitch-black cloudy night sky.
"name?" he heard her soft voice repeat after him...her brows cutely furrowed before her face light up. "Ahh, Name....mein Name ist (Y/N)" She proudly stated while looking at him, expecting him to tell her his. "Thomas....Or Tommy. But you got a much more beautiful name (Y/N)" He playfully grinned down at her.
You could easily tell both of them were in their own little world, completely forgetting the world around them. Completely enchanted which one another.
Tommy still asked himself if maybe, maybe if they had met back home in small heath... would they have lived a different life? Would they have had a future together there? He would never know. He could only dream.
Both of them, despite having difficulties understanding each other's languages, engaged in a real conversation, small talk nothing important really. It was just a slight break from their hard normal. But as is with all good things, nothing ever lasts. Just like their little escape from reality.
(Y/N) was the first who heard.
"(Y/N) Wo zur Hölle steckst du!? Bitte sag mir nicht dass du drauf gegangen bist!?" whispered a voice around the corners.
((Y/N) yhere the hell are you!? Please tell me you didn´t just got killed!?)
"oh, scheise..." (Y/N) whispered more to herself than to anyone before looking back at Tommy, while his own stare lingered on his weapon, which as of now was laying on the dirty ground. Quickly (Y/N) stud back up straight and wiped her Hand over her Face. "Tommy." She slightly smiled while saying his name. "Geh" quickly shushing and shoving him around the corner he seemed to understand. "Will we....will we see each other again?" He blatantly and somewhat sheepishly asked. Again she just shrugged him off, seemingly in a hurry. "I don't know either (Y/N)" He whispered to no one, as the girl already hat disappeared into the direction of the other voice.
Tommy sighed again before he tried to find his own way back before those German bastards would come to collect their dead.
That night he wasn´t able to sleep, not that sleep came easily around the terrified soldiers. But just this time it wasn´t because of the gunshots, the screaming, and the pain. But because of her face, beautiful little Angle... she didn´t belong here.
After a week Tommy still wasn´t over his little crush and the others started to notice that something was up with him but thought it was just something they all had to go through, they never spoke to him about it. And god was he thankful for that.
He actually had given up hope, that he would ever see her again, but after one very straining day, he stumbled across her once more.
Wanting nothing more than spending a few seconds in private, he had made his way a few alleys away from their current camp. The Germans were far away enough to do so, or so he had thought, when he heard a few laughing voices from another ally. Could it be?
"Oh hör auf damit (Y/N)!" (Oh stop it (Y/N)!)
YEAH! It definitely had been her voice...but who were the other ones? Some other nurses?
Just before he could think about his next move, the voices seemed to get quieter and quieter as they supposedly made their way back.
But when he thought he was alone again, he heard her voice clear as day. "Tommy!" She whispered as she rounded the corner and stared him straight in the eyes before putting on a somewhat friendly smile.
"(Y/N)" He breathed out, a little shocked that he hadn´t heard her approaching. "I didn't think I would see you again!" He exclaimed surprised but nonetheless happy.
And just like that, they seemed to find their way to each other more and more often. Even going as far as clumsily setting up times and places to meet at. It was ridiculous how they seemed to forget the world around each other every time they met.
And as time passed, they learned a lot more about each other, even going as far as learning a little bit of each other's languages. Both of them knew that this wouldn´t last. That this would never work out.
But everyone deserves a bit of happiness, don´t they? At least that's what they thought as they sat upon this hill. The moon shining down illuminating their faces.
"Can I kiss you again?" Tommy whispered to her, as she sat on his lap, forehead pressed against hers, totally lost in her eyes, as she giggled and slightly nodded. "Ja, of course, mein Liebster"
and just like that, he pressed his lips against her once more. Fingers slightly gracing her skin. Just as hers made their way to his collar.
That's how he found himself craving her touch, her voice, the over joyful smile she had put on display for him once. He hated himself for every fucking day back in France when he could have just scooped her up and run away with her. Start over completely new. But he never did. And just like that, he had been send back home. To his real life. To his real Family, with a hole in his heart, never to be filled again, and Tommy knew, from the day he left he would be missing her until the end of his pathetic life.
Without ever being able to satisfy this craving, he knew there was no other woman for him. he tried. He really did. Just like she had told him to do. But it never worked. All he ever did was hope for her to just appear again one day, to just walk into his life again as she did once before. but it was just like they loved to say.
They were never supposed to meet.
Their worlds were never meant to collide... Hell, their worlds were so different that their both knew that they would never ever function.
Not in this life not under those circumstances...definitely not in a thousand years. All because they were supposed to be enemies.
Life was cruel, life was mean, life would never care for a pair of star-crossed lovers.
~ Stranger that's all I see when I look into your eyes,
A soulmate who wasn´t meant to be,
Stranger, who knows all my secrets can pull me apart and break my heart
