Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Post-War, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Crèche Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Professor CC-2224 | Cody, Mandalorian Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Mandalorian Culture & Customs (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Clone Trooper & Jedi Relationships (Star Wars), Clone Troopers are Little Shits, CC-2224 | Cody is a Good Bro, CT-7567 | Rex is a Good Bro, CT-7567 | Rex is a Little Shit, Minor CT-7567 | Rex/Anakin Skywalker, Minor CC-1010 | Fox/Quinlan Vos, Not Beta Read, We die like Cody's dignity
Series: Part 2 of Codywan Week
Summary:
“Are you Master Obi's boyfriend?” she asked and Cody was very grateful he had had a lot of practice in keeping a blank face during meetings and negotiations while serving. A peek at Obi-Wan let him know that his experience wasn’t proving as helpful for him on this particular occasion. His pale cheeks were sporting an endearing blush. Next to him, Waxer and Boil did a poor job of hiding their snickering behind fake coughing. It earned them a glare from Cody.
Characters: m!reader, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Esme Shelby, Harry Fenton, others
Genre: Romance
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: Angst with a happy ending
Requested: No
Prompts: No
Summary: Tommy Shelby is suddenly very interested in you and you have no idea why.
A/N: English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistake, and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.
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Ao3
You were on patrol around the city with one of your colleagues. You knew he was on the Peaky Blinders' payroll but, after all, only a handful of policemen weren't. You were one of them. It was confusing to most people in Small Heath, mainly because they knew you were John Shelby's best friend. He had offered you money to give them information and turn a blind eye to their affairs as they did with everyone, but you had made it clear that you couldn't be bought. He had respected that. The balance was fragile. The whole deal was based on your friendship. You had been able to refuse the money without losing your job because you were friends and people respected you because of your bond to the most powerful family in Birmingham, and a little because you did your job and wouldn't hesitate to throw people in jail if needed. You didn't pretend not to see what happened around you. Not even if the Peaky Blinders were involved. However, being friends with John also prevented you from trying to tear the whole business down. Everyone had learnt it pretty soon, so they had just started doing their things when you weren't on patrol, which meant your rounds were always quiet. You didn't complain. You didn't like arresting people, especially if they were Blinders.
That day seemed to be especially quiet. Well, as quiet as Small Heath could be. Your eyes observed the people going on about their lives around you while you chatted with your colleague. Many people greeted you, and you smiled back.
You turned to your partner, your eyes wide and a big smile on your face. "What?! No way. What is this, your... seventh?"
"Yeah," he replied smiling proudly under his thick moustache. "Four girls and two boys. I'm rooting for another boy."
"Congrats!" You patted his back, but you saw his face change, suddenly becoming serious.
He looked up and touched his cap, tilting his head down. "Morning, Mr Shelby."
You turned and saw Thomas Shelby on one of his horses, riding down the road. You nodded towards him as a form of greeting but didn't touch your cap or wish him a good day.
He nodded back at you, and you felt his icy blue eyes pierce through you. It wasn't anything new. You felt that way every time he looked at you and you wondered if everyone could feel it when they were under his gaze as if he could see everything that was inside. It felt as if God was scrutinizing you. You did understand why John called him Tommy the Almighty.
Even as he passed by you, you could still feel his eyes burn holes in you. You kept walking but turned to look at him and saw he was already looking. You turned back to the front.
"I don't know how you can refuse their offer. By the way he was looking at you, he really wants you on his payroll."
"Yeah, well, John knows it won't happen." You shrugged, but the feeling of his eyes on you lingered and stayed with you for the rest of the day.
When you walked into the Garrison that night and asked Harry for a glass of whiskey, he refused your money and said it had already been paid for, then nodded towards the private room next to the counter.
"Mr Shelby wishes to speak with you."
You rolled your eyes at the formality John liked to mess with when you were involved and grabbed your glass heading to the room.
"Come on, John, how many tim-" you started as you opened the door only to stop mid-sentence when you met Tommy's icy gaze instead of John's warm and playful one. "Thomas."
He was smoking alone, a glass of whiskey in front of him.
He beckoned you with a motion of his fingers. "Close the door and take a sit."
Your eyebrows raised, unimpressed by how he was treating you like one of his men. Maybe he had forgotten you didn't work for him.
"If you want to buy me, Thomas, you can save it. I'm not on sale," you said without doing any of the things he had asked of you.
He observed you for a few long seconds as if trying to read you. Then he sighed, tearing his gaze away from you and knocking the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray. "That's not why I wanted to talk to you."
When you still didn't move, he turned towards you again. "I promise. Please, come sit with me."
You hid your surprise at hearing him saying the word "please." You didn't think he even knew how to pronounce it for lack of use. You closed the door behind you and took a sit on the other side of the table from him.
You rolled the whiskey in your glass waiting for him to speak. "What did you want to talk about?" you asked when he didn't.
He offered you a cigarette but you refused. You didn't trust him outside family gatherings and that wasn't a social call.
"I would like to invite you to dinner."
You frowned. You had already been to dinner at the Shelbys plenty of times and not once had Thomas himself been the one to invite you. "Uhm... sure, tell Polly to count me in."
"I mean with me."
His reply startled a laugh out of you. "I never thought you were one for pranks. Thought you left that to Johnny."
He stared at you, his expression unchanged. There was no trace of a smile on his face. "I'm serious."
You looked back at him with a newfound seriousness and slammed your glass on the table, spilling some of its content. "I really hope not."
It was your turn to observe him, trying to understand what his real intentions were. "What do you really want from me, Thomas?"
"I want to take you out for dinner."
You snorted. "You think I'm a fool?"
"No," he let out much lower than his usual tone.
"You can't buy me so you're trying to get me arrested. That's too low even for you."
He shook his head. "That's not-"
"Save your bullshit," you interrupted getting up. You leaned forward pointing a finger at him. "You try this shit again and I'll get you arrested."
Then you walked out.
You were smoking with John by the cut like you did when you were fifteen. You loved the fact that your friendship hadn't changed all that much, not after you had been to war together, nor when you had decided to join the police. With John, it had always been easy. No judgement, just two boys having fun and doing what they had to live in such a hard world.
"So, new girls?" he joked.
You looked at him unimpressed, before looking back in front of you.
John was the only person who knew you didn't like girls. You had found out thanks to him. When you were young, you had experimented with each other. There had been some kisses and a couple of hand jobs. He had soon understood he wasn't into men, but he had never judged you. To these days he still joked about it and you had never really minded until Thomas had asked you out.
"Did you tell him?"
He abruptly turned to look at you. "You know I would never."
"Then how the fuck did he know, John?" you asked, throwing your unfinished cigarette into the cut, clearly upset.
"Tommy, he always seems to know shit," he said slowly, playing with his cap and looking down at it in his lap. He looked at you. "But he means good. He isn't trying to fuck you up."
You snorted. You trusted John and you were sure he believed what he was saying, but Thomas was cunning and he could have people believe anything he wanted. Maybe he had tricked his own brother into believing he really was interested in you, knowing he would have put a good word in for him.
"Are you still coming to dinner tomorrow though?"
You had been a guest of the Shelbys every Saturday for dinner for as long as you could remember.
"Will he be there?"
"Probably."
You groaned.
"Come on. You won't even have to talk to him. How many times have you two talked at dinner?"
You frowned. "Probably more than you would expect."
Now that you thought of it, Tommy had always found a way to exchange a few words with you after dinner about the most random topics. You had always enjoyed those moments. Talking with him was nice. He didn't smile a lot, not like before the war, but he had always been kind to you. You had always thought he did that just for John's sake, so you had never considered him a friend or anything. In addition to that, the huge crush you had had on him had made it hard to be as comfortable with him as you were with the rest of the family. You had completely overcome that now, though. Still, the awkwardness was hard to shake off.
John bumped his shoulders into yours, bringing you back to the present. "The kids will be a pain if you don't come."
You rolled your eyes. "Fine."
John grinned triumphantly.
When you stepped into the Shelbys' household the following evening, you got surrounded by John's kids. They either hugged you, pulled you somewhere, or screamed at you about their day. You loved them, but they could be a lot. Finally, Ada came to save you, and you smiled gratefully at her. She hugged you and invited you to follow her to the kitchen where all the others were. Tommy was missing, and you felt relief flooding you. You hadn't even finished greeting everyone when the front door opened. Little Finn ran to welcome the newcomer. You held your breath and your eyes found John's on the other side of the room. He looked guilty. You frowned, but before you could take him aside to ask what he had done, Tommy walked into the kitchen with Finn in his arms. When you turned towards him, he was already looking at you and you couldn't bring yourself to utter a word in greeting. Your lips stayed still.
"Let's sit and eat," Polly said, setting the pot in the centre of the table.
While she served, everyone took a seat, and somehow you found yourself next to Tommy. John had taken the seat that was usually reserved for you and you had to take his. Now you understood the look you had seen in his eyes earlier. You would punch him later.
"Not exactly what I had in mind, but it's something." Tommy's murmur was drowned by the others chatting and you would have missed it too if you hadn't been so close to him.
You pretended you hadn't heard and instead thanked Polly for filling your plate.
For the whole dinner, you did everything you could to forget Thomas was there. You chatted with everyone, complimented Polly for her cooking, asked Esme how she could be so patient with all those troublemakers around, glared at John multiple times, joked with the kids, even taking one of them on your lap when he wanted to show you the small gap in his smile left by the tooth he had lost a couple of days earlier.
Tommy stayed silent for the most part, as usual. He commented on a thing here or there and messed with the kids for a little fun. You could always feel his gaze on you. His eyes might have been the colour of ice, but sure as hell, you could feel them burn on your skin. He saw to it so that your glass was never empty, and even if you remembered distinctly rejecting him that day at the Garrison, it seemed like he hadn't gotten the memo, although he had probably just decided to ignore it because Tommy Shelby only ever played by his rules.
After dinner, the children went off somewhere to play while Polly and Esme washed the dishes. Ada had excused herself saying she was tired and she would go to bed early, but you were pretty sure she would climb out of the window to go see Freddy. Arthur took out a bottle of rum and filled four glasses.
"I should go, actually," you announced, getting up.
"No way!"
"Oh come on, you can stay for a nightcap."
John, who was now sitting next to you, pulled on your arm and you sat back down with a sigh. Arthur grinned and a small, pleased smile appeared on Tommy's face. You wanted to slap it away. Instead, you glared at him and grabbed his cigarette case to take one in retaliation. It only caused his smile to grow.
You put the cigarette between your lips and scowled at him when he leaned in touching the end of your cigarette with his to light it up. You hated how your heart skipped a beat and blood rushed to your cheeks. You inhaled and pulled back quickly, missing the looks Arthur and John had exchanged seconds earlier.
You exhaled the smoke and quickly downed your glass, making John snort. You pushed the glass towards Arthur, silently asking for a refill. He chuckled and shook his head but poured you another glass. Tommy was looking at the whole thing with an amused glint in his eyes. Once again you did your best to ignore him.
"Seeing a girl tonight? Is that why you're in a hurry?" Arthur teased.
You felt Tommy tense next to you, but you couldn't be sure and you didn't dare turn to look at him, not wanting to give yourself away.
You waved a hand. "I'm leaving them all to you, Arthur."
That made him laugh. "That's wise."
"You should have it easy now that Johnny is taken," you commented. Then you turned towards Tommy. "What about you, Thomas? I bet you have all the girls falling for you. What is it? Nobody is good enough for the great Thomas Shelby?" you teased.
"You're the only person who calls him that," John commented amusedly.
"And aunt Pol when she's angry," Arthur added.
Tommy stared at you seriously.
When you had given up on waiting for a reply and went to take a sip of your rum, Tommy finally spoke. "I already have my eyes on someone," he said quietly.
You choked on the rum and coughed. John patted your back. "You alright?"
You nodded and pulled at the collar of your shirt, although it didn't really do anything to help your situation. You did your best to compose yourself while Tommy tried to hide a small amused smile behind his cigarette.
"So, who's the lucky girl?" you asked when you finally managed to breathe again.
Arthur's boisterous laugh filled the room. "That would be some change."
Tommy paid him no mind and kept his glacial eyes on you. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Both his reply and Arthur's comment confused you. Before you could inquire further, you heard John's glass clink on the table, soon followed by Arthur's. Your eyes snapped to them as they got up.
"We're headin' to the Garrison. Are you coming?" Arthur asked.
"Uh... no. I should really go. I have work tomorrow."
John patted your back. "See you tomorrow?"
You nodded and they left. The last conversation had made you forget about John's guilty look at the beginning of the night.
You suddenly realized they had left you alone with Tommy. You cleared your throat and put out your cigarette into the ashtray, then downed the rest of your rum.
"I should really go."
You got up, but so did Tommy. He killed his cigarette. "I'll show you to the door."
You nodded stiffly and walked to the door. When you stopped at the hanger to get your coat, you found him closer than expected and your heart picked up.
"You like horses, don't you?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets. You hated how cool he was about everything.
You nodded.
"You should come to the races once."
"Have you forgotten I go there for work sometimes?"
"Not for work."
Not again.
"It's not something I enjoy watching," you said shortly, then opened the door, anxious to leave that hallway that had never looked so small in your whole life.
"You might change your mind."
"I don't think I will," you insisted dryly, looking at him in the eyes, hoping he would get the message that you were talking about the whole situation.
You opened the door and he held it open for you. "It's not a no."
You were doing everything you could to avoid Tommy, and it was not working. On the contrary, he was everywhere. He would pass by your house every time you were leaving for work and he would offer to walk or drive you there. You refused every time. You would meet him as you were walking by the cut. You would see him at a pub he had never frequented before. You even saw him at the market a couple of times. When you saw him in church you thought you were hallucinating. It seemed like the universe was working against you, but it was only Tommy Shelby, and maybe his family.
John always found a way to mention him. He had never talked about Tommy as much as he had in the last few weeks. You pretended not to notice. You hoped Tommy would just give up at some point. How wrong you were.
You were surprised to find a little box on your desk at work on Monday. You looked around to see if any of your colleagues had noticed anything. They seemed to be minding their business as usual. You returned your attention to the box and opened it. A precious pocket watch was laid there, with a piece of paper. You picked up the note. You didn't recognize the handwriting. It read "counting the seconds to the moment you'll accept my offer."
You crushed the note in your fist and rolled your eyes, closing the box vehemently and shoving it in the only drawer in your desk that had a key. You locked it up. You thought you would deal with that later, but it was a busy day and you forgot until the next morning when something else was waiting for you on your desk.
It was your favourite book from when you were a kid. It was about horses. They were your favourite animals and obviously, Tommy somehow knew. You opened it and on the first page, with the same handwriting from yesterday's note, there was written "I think you'd really like to meet my horses. Think about it."
You heard one of your colleagues calling you, so you quickly closed the book and threw it into the drawer where you had left the watch.
That evening you went to the Shelbys, hoping to find Tommy and give him back his presents. When Ada opened the door, you walked past her hastily.
"Where is Thomas?" you asked looking for him around the house, startling the others, confused by your manners so out of character.
"He isn't back yet," Ada said, closing the door to follow you into the kitchen.
You let yourself fall down into a chair with a groan and discarded your hat on the table.
"Hello to you too," Polly piped up.
"Hi Pol, I'm sorry, but your nephew is trying to ruin me."
"Tommy?" Esme asked frowning. She wasn't a fan of him, but she was quite sure he would never do anything to ruin you.
"What are you talking about?" Polly asked taking a seat next to you.
"He is just being over dramatic." John waved a hand. You glared at him.
"Let him talk." Ada slapped his arm, making him roll his eyes. "What did Tommy do?"
You suddenly sobered up. You couldn't tell them. They wouldn't approve. You shook your head and got up. "It's nothing. I should just talk to him. I'm sure we can fix this."
"Where are you going? Stay for dinner." Polly stopped you gently.
Before you could refuse and leave, someone knocked.
Ada went to open the door.
"Hello, Ada." Thomas.
Ada was already telling him you were there looking for him when you walked up to him, hat in hand. He smiled smugly at you.
"Thought you would last longer," he commented.
You just looked at him as if you wanted to kill him.
Ada's eyes moved between the two of you.
"Would you mind leaving us, Ada?" Tommy asked, without taking his eyes away from you.
She rolled her eyes but did as she had been asked.
Once she was gone, you pulled the gifts out of your coat and shoved them into Tommy's chest. "You can take these back and leave me alone."
His hand raised slowly to take a hold of the items and he glanced down at them. "You didn't like them?"
"That's not the point. Stop fucking trying to ruin me. If I'm such a huge problem for you, why don't you pay my superior to transfer me somewhere else? Do you really hate me so much just because I'm not on your fucking payroll?"
He shook his head. "I'm not trying to ruin you."
"Really? Because sending me gifts at work tells me otherwise."
"I really am into you."
You scoffed. "Sure."
"What do I have to do to make you believe me?" his voice, quiet as usual, seemed to fill the entire house. Only then you realized the chatter that previously came from the kitchen had stopped. You glanced that way, then looked back at Tommy.
You lowered your voice. "If you care for me, stop this."
For the first time since you knew him, Tommy looked like he didn't know what to say.
You didn't wait for a reply. You just headed to the door, stopping in your tracks when Polly's voice came from the kitchen. "You're not staying for dinner?"
It was clear the others had listened in on your conversation.
You sighed. "Maybe next time."
You opened the door and stepped outside, putting your hat on.
Polly's interjection had given Tommy enough time to come up with something to say.
"Just give me one chance," he said quickly before you could leave. "We can go out of the city with the horses tomorrow afternoon. Nobody will see us. If after that you still want me to leave you alone, I will."
You turned to look at him and you hated yourself for being so weak.
"One chance. Then you will leave me alone."
The following day was nerve-wracking. No matter how you tried to distract yourself, you couldn't stop thinking about the date. The anxiety was eating at you. Part of you didn't want that afternoon to arrive, and another part was looking forward to it.
Time would not stop flowing for your sake, and soon you were making your way to meet with him out of the city. You asked the driver to drop you off way before the meeting point and walked the rest of the way.
Tommy was waiting for you with two horses. He smiled when he saw you, and you didn't know if it was knowing that this was the last chance you had given him or if that was actually the most genuine and happiest smile you had ever seen on his lips.
You smiled back. It was a very different smile from his. It was small and it had a hint of sadness to it. You wished this was real, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it.
Without a word you got on the horses and guided them through the countryside. Sometimes Tommy would stop to show you something. He told you about his love for the countryside and that he would love to live there one day. He liked the idea of being surrounded by green fields and animals, especially horses, a passion the two of you shared. When you asked why he was so in love with the countryside, he explained that it made him feel closer to his mother. That was where her people lived and where she had grown up.
You hadn't realized, but at some point, you had relaxed. You and Tommy talked, joked, laughed and raced each other. Before you noticed the sun was setting. Tommy suggested you stopped to enjoy the view before heading back.
You got off the horses and sat down on the grass. You stayed silent for a while, simply admiring the colours of the sky. When you turned to look at Tommy, he was already watching you. You stared at each other for a few long moments before he cleared his voice and looked away.
"What's the verdict, then?" he finally asked, not looking at you.
"I had a good time with you," you admitted easily.
"But?"
"Is this really what you want? This life is... not great. So if you ever liked a girl in your life I suggest you go back to her and give it one more try."
"It's always been you and I know you are scared, but I sincerely don't give a fuck if you are a policeman or if you aren't on my payroll. We made arrangements to do our things when you're not on patrol just so you wouldn't have to arrest any of us. It wasn't much trouble. You are important to me, to all of us. I would never do anything to hurt you."
Your brain had gotten stuck on the first few words. "Always?"
"What?"
"You said it's always been me."
"Yes."
"Then why now?"
"Because I found out only recently that you like boys."
You frowned. "How did you find out?"
"I saw you with a man one night, in the alley behind the Garrison," he admitted.
"Oh... Right. So John didn't tell you."
"No, not a word. He would rather cut his own arm off than betray you."
"I know," you replied relaxing.
"But you thought he had told me."
"Maybe he had mentioned when he was drunk." You shrugged.
"I promise he didn't."
You nodded.
"I've had a crush on you for a while too," you said, still looking at him. You had long forgotten about the sunset. How could you look at something as trivial as the sun when you had Tommy Shelby right beside you?
"Yes?" he asked, hopeful.
You smiled and nodded. "It's impossible not falling for you."
He leaned closer but stopped a few inches away from your face. "I really want to kiss you right now."
"What are you waiting for, then?" was all that came out of your lips before they met his.
"Fucking finally Tommy, dinner was getting cold," Polly's voice came from the kitchen as you followed him inside the house that night.
"Sorry Pol," he replied taking little Finn in his arms and putting his cap on his youngest brother.
He reached for your hand with his free one after you had hung your coat. You took it, although nervously. He had assured you that his whole family knew about him and that they would accept you but after a lifetime of being careful about everything you did and said, you couldn't just stop.
Tommy kissed your temple, hoping that would help your nerves.
You smiled at him, then winked at Finn who grinned back.
Tommy led you to the kitchen. "We have a guest," he announced. Everyone turned to look at you, and your grip tightened on Tommy's hand. They all seemed surprised.
"But it's not S-" Arthur was cut off by John shoving his elbow into his brother's ribs.
That seemed enough to shake Polly out of her surprise. "Of course!" She hugged you smiling. "You're always welcome."
You felt your nervousness melt away and hugged her back. "Thanks, Pol."
She pulled back and turned to her nephew, pointing a finger at him. "If you hurt him, Thomas Shelby, I'll make you pay for it."
"What?! Why are you telling me?" he asked putting Finn down.
"Well, because he would never do anything bad," she replied without even thinking about it.
"Wait, aunt Pol. He is my best friend, I should be the one to give Tommy the talk."
Tommy shook his head. "This is absurd."
"Come on, I'm sure he is more than capable to look after himself."
You nodded quickly, agreeing with Ada.
"And I'm sure Tommy won't do anything he might regret unless he wants to have the whole family against him," she added crossing her arms and glaring at him.
You sighed and turned to look at Tommy. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from them."
Additional Tags: Minor Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Established CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Married CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Hospitals, Hospitalization, Mention of tumor, References to Illness, Sick CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, Obi-Wan Kenobi Gets a Hug, CC-2224 | Cody Needs a Hug, CC-2224 | Cody Gets A Hug, Jango Fett Needs a Hug, CT-7567 | Rex Needs a Hug, CT-7567 | Rex Gets a Hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, Good Parent Jango Fett, Protective Jango Fett, CT-7567 | Rex is a Good Bro, Protective CT-7567 | Rex, Everybody Loves Obi-Wan Kenobi, The Fetts are amazing and they love and care about Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan and Cody are Ahsoka's parents, CC-2224 | Cody is a Good Uncle, Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Good Uncle, some of the characters are just mentioned, Hopeful Ending, Betaed
Series: Part 1 of Codywan Week
Summary:
When he opens his eyes again, it feels like he has slept for hours, but it can't have been more than a few minutes. Jango is smiling at him with the same softness he reserves for all his children. "Stay here for the night. You can sleep in Cody and Rex's room. Rex will sleep here too."
Just to be sure it's okay, Obi-Wan tilts his head to look at Rex who prods him to get up with a gentle smile. "Let's go to bed."
It's a good thing Obi-Wan is sleepy, otherwise he might cry from the kindness they show him.
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Carl Morck/Martin Fleming
Characters: Carl Morck (Dept. Q), Martin Fleming, Jasper Stewart
Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Family Bonding, No beta we die like my hope of finding another series as good as this to watch
Summary: Jasper swung the front door open, without care, only to catch it a moment before it slammed into the wall. Carl would have had his ass if he ruined the wall again. He closed it behind himself more carefully, trying not to stir the rage of the dragon—Carl. He only barely managed before his rugby bag slipped off his shoulder and onto the floor, exactly where he usually left it, where Carl could easily trip on it in the morning. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his school backpack next to the bag. The keys clinked in the bowl by the entrance.
Summary: Steve finds out where all his boxers have disappeared to.
A/N: I was in a bit of a writing block. Actually, I have been writing a lot but I seem unable to finish anything of what I start. So I purposefully wrote something short and this is what came out. I hope you enjoy it. English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistake, and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.
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Ao3
It was the first time Steve had managed to drag Danny to run with him and it would probably be the last one too, if Danny’s face was anything to go by. And Danny’s face was always something to go by.
“I’m never running with you ever again, McGarrett,” he said, handing him a towel.
“It’s not my fault the one time you do decide to come running with me we get caught in the worst rain of the century,” he shot back, from under the towel he was forcefully drying his hair with.
Danny’s voice came out muffled by the towel. “Never again.”
Steve rolled his eyes fondly at his partner's antics. His gaze fell on Danny’s torso, clad in his wet t-shirt that barely left anything to the imagination. He was so lost in his contemplation, that he almost missed the moment Danny took the towel off his face. He quickly hid his in the one he had been given, trying to hide the sudden redness in his cheeks.
He probably shouldn’t have left Danny unsupervised, because the moment he emerged from the towel, his eyes landed on Danny’s now shirtless chest. Steve spoke before he could start to strip his pants too. “Do you have any spare clothes?”
“Oh? Yes, sure.”
He grabbed the shirt he had just discarded and disappeared into his bedroom, luckily still wearing his shorts.
Steve tried to go through the breathing exercises he had learnt during BUD/S. It turned out to be completely useless when Danny reappeared stripped of his shorts and only wearing boxers.
Steve narrowed his eyes. He had almost missed it, what with Danny looking like that.
Danny handed him some clean clothes.
“Are those mine?”
Danny frowned, looking down at the clothes in Steve’s hands. They were definitely his. He looked back up at Steve and noticed his gaze was somewhere else entirely. He followed it to his boxers. Well, Steve’s boxers.
He cleared his voice. “Coffee?”
He didn’t wait for a reply before turning and walking to his kitchen, hoping Steve hadn’t noticed the blush that had started creeping on his cheeks.
Steve’s eyebrows shot up and a small smirk appeared on his lips. He finally knew where half of his boxers had disappeared to. He wasn’t nearly as annoyed as he should have been. He wasn’t at all.
Characters: m!reader, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Harry Fenton
Genre: Romance
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: Internalized homophobia, mention of war, mention of injury (nothing descriptive)
Requested: No
Prompts: No
Summary: Polly knows you and Tommy have been in love with each other for years, so she decides to take matters into her hands.
A/N: It's my first time writing for Peaky Blinders and with a male reader. I’m sorry for the requests still waiting in my inbox, my inspiration is all over the place.
English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.
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Ao3
[ID: a gif of Tommy Shelby smiling. End ID]
After the war, everything had changed. The men that had come back weren't the ones that had left. They were haunted by nightmares; they drank a lot more and smiled a lot less, especially Tommy. He used to smile all the times, so bright every room would light up. Now, however, he rarely ever did. At first, Polly had even thought he wasn't smiling at all, but then she started noticing. The first time it happened was just after she had scolded him in his office. As she was leaving, you walked in and greeted her. She had almost missed the childish, amused smiles you and his nephew had exchanged then, so similar to those you used to share back when you were fifteen and you had managed to do something mischievous. From then on, she kept a close eye on the two of you, but you were too lost in each other to notice.
You had grown together. You would always play together and were joined at the hip since you were little kids. You were like a son to Polly. She and your mother used to joke about the fact that if they called one of you, both of you would appear. Polly was convinced you were two bodies sharing one soul. She was sure of it when you started to fall for each other without even knowing. You were young back then, and she thought you would have time to get your shit together and admit your love to the other, so she didn't say anything.
When Tommy announced his intention to volunteer for the war, she had looked at you, expecting you to join him, and you were already standing, looking at Tommy.
"I'm coming too," you had said, when what you really wanted to say was "I'm coming with you, I'll follow you anywhere, Tommy." The two of you had been so lost in each other's eyes that Polly was sure you didn't even hear when John and Arthur said they would come too. She had prayed for all of you that night and every night and day until the day you came back.
The day you had left, while the women and little Finn hugged the Shelby brothers, Polly had taken you to the side at the train station to ask you to take care of Tommy, and taking care of him you did.
In France, you didn't let anyone come between you. A month in and every officer knew you two weren't to be separated. You would make sure Tommy was eating and would share cigarette after cigarette with him when he couldn't sleep. You still gave him reasons to smile. And you saved his life.
You were shoving him out of the way before even realizing what was happening. You didn't die that day in Tommy's arms, but it did change your life. As you were hit by the bullet aimed at Tommy, he was hit with the realization that life was too short to spend the entirety of it trying to ignore his feelings for you.
He didn't listen to any of the people who told him he couldn't stay by your side the whole time you spent in the hospital. He was finally left alone when John and Arthur convinced one of the officers that he would be of no use on the field if you weren't there by his side.
When you woke up in the middle of the night after the surgery, Tommy was there. And hidden by the dark, he kissed you for the first time.
Keeping your relationship hidden when living in such close quarters with so many people hadn't been easy. Coming home had meant you could finally kiss and hug and fuck. Nobody knew about your relationship, but you didn't mind and you understood why Tommy didn't want anyone to know. You respected that but dreaded the day people would start to get suspicious and he would have to marry some girl to avoid the rumours.
You had no idea someone suspected of your relationship, but Polly noticed it all: smiles, fleeting touches, glances, winks. She never thought she would see his nephew wink or you blush like that. You were Tommy's smile. You clearly made him happy. So she was having a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that her nephew had yet to make a move on you. It seemed like her intervention was needed.
It was the end of the day. You were sitting on Tommy's desk, laughing at something he had said. He was lounging back in his chair, relaxed as he could only be around you. A cigarette was being passed between the two of you.
Polly barged into the office. You jumped up from your spot and Tommy straightened in his chair.
"Thomas, a word," she demanded, barely acknowledging your presence.
"I'll see you later at the Garrison," you said quickly to Tommy, before disappearing quickly out of the door without even waiting to see him nod.
You were always included in family meetings, and your opinions were held in high consideration, but you didn't want to intrude on Tommy's relationship with his aunt, not when Polly was like that.
Tommy's eyebrows arched as he watched Polly carefully, trying to understand what had gotten in her this time. He slowly killed his cigarette in the ashtray.
"Polly," he started cautiously, but before he could continue, his aunt spoke.
"When are you going to put an end to this foolishness, Thomas?"
Tommy's heart skipped a beat. "What are you talking about, Pol?" he asked, trying to sound more nonchalant than he felt. He leaned forward a bit. His hands gripped the armrests of his chair, bracing for the impact. He knew the moment would come, sooner or later, when he would have to choose between you and his family. But the time was here and he wasn't ready. He would never be.
"Don't play dumb, Thomas, you know what I'm talking about... This," she gestured to intend the relationship between the two of you.
"I don't follow," he said.
He took a cigarette from the case you had given him before the war. It had seen everything you two had gone through. He stroked the cigarette on his lips before setting it between them. The motion always made you weak. He lit it up to keep himself busy and try to calm down. There was no way she could know. she had to be talking about something else.
"You two are grown men. I didn't say anything when you were young. I thought you just needed time to figure things out, but it's been a while and nothing has changed."
He slowly exhaled the smoke, giving up all hope she could be talking about anything else. "How long have you known?"
"Years. You were sixteen and no matter how many girls tried to win you over, you only had time and eyes for him."
"He was my best friend!" he spitted through gritted teeth.
"One day, after you had spent the whole afternoon together in your room doing God knows what, you came to me and asked what was the difference between friendship and love, Thomas. Do you remember?"
He nodded slowly and cursed himself. If Polly knew, other people might find out. You were in danger. He needed to make sure you were safe, and then he would think about Polly.
Before he could spiral, Polly spoke again. "When will you grow a pair and just tell him you love him?"
He was surprised, to say the least. He opened his mouth to speak, but she held up her hand to stop him. "I know you are afraid people won't respect you anymore if they find out or that someone will try to hurt him to get to you. All I'm saying is you can be open with your own family, Tommy. He deserves this, and you do too."
He closed his mouth, then opened it again. "What if Arthur tells someone when he is drunk, eh? What if little Finn goes around telling someone thinking it's no big deal?"
Polly shook her head and smiled gently. "Do you really think you can hide that forever? With the way you look at each other? I don't think so, Tom."
She turned to leave, but before she could, Tommy's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Is this your way to say you approve?" he asked.
She looked at her nephew and for a moment she saw the sixteen years old he once was, with those big blue eyes, that were your damnation, wide, looking for approval. She smiled and left.
That was a lot and completely unexpected. Tommy fell back into his chair and ran a hand over his face.
When he walked into the Garrison, Polly was already there, sipping a whisky at the counter. He nodded at Harry to have his whisky in the private room. He didn't notice you sitting at a secluded table, uncomfortably close to a girl John had introduced to you upon your arrival. However, when he saw you weren't in the little room with his brothers, he panicked, already expecting the worst.
"Where is he?" he demanded. His brothers stopped laughing at something, to look at him confused and worried. "Who?" Arthur cautiously asked, irritating Tommy further.
"Your lover is sitting on the other side of the room with a girl your brothers so kindly introduced to him," Ada piped up from her spot, a fake smile on her face and her arms crossed. Her eyes bore into him. She knew too. Damn, the women of that family.
Arthur and John's faces were comically confused.
Tommy stormed out of the room and spotted you. Your head snapped up when you heard the door bang open. Your eyes widened as he made his way over to you with long steps. He looked unstoppable and scary. That was probably what anyone else saw when they laid their eyes on Tommy Shelby. Everyone was looking at him, trying to understand what was going on. Harry winced behind the bar, already picturing the place after the fight that would very likely take place there in a matter of minutes.
Ada, John and Arthur had followed their brother out of the room and had stopped at the door to see what would happen.
He came to a stop in front of you.
"Tommy," you uttered, trying to find the words to explain the situation. You had tried to convince John that you didn't need help finding a girl, but Shelbys would never take no for an answer.
"Mister Shelby," a sickly sweet and flirty voice interrupted the staring contest. The girl next to you leaned forward to introduce herself to your boyfriend, whose complete attention was on you. He pushed her back into her chair. She let out an outraged cry, but he ignored her in favour of grabbing the front of the suit you were wearing, one you had bought together, and pulled you into a kiss. You didn't hear the gasps and murmurs coming from around you. You relaxed and your hands fell to his hips. You kissed him back until you both needed to breathe. You gave him the brightest smile, winning one back.
He wrapped an arm around your hips and turned towards the onlookers.
"This man is mine, and if any of you fuckers tries to take him away from me or says something nasty about him, I'll cut you personally."
The room was so silent you were sure you could have heard a pin drop.
"By order of the Peaky fookin' Blinders!" Arthur roared from the other end of the room.
Polly and Ada smiled.
"Fucking finally, Tom!" John chimed in, grinning. And just like that, the tension in the room dispersed.
"Harry, open that bottle of champagne!" Arthur boomed, making Tommy laugh. You loved seeing him so happy and carefree. You promised yourself you would do everything you could to make sure he would always be like that.
You two made your way over to the private room to join the other Shelbys on the celebration. John patted your back. "Welcome to the family."
"Are you implying I wasn't part of it before?" you asked, pretending to be offended.
"No, of course not, you know..."
"Relax, Johnny boy, I'm just messing with you." You pulled his cap down his face, making Ada laugh.
She pulled you into a hug.
Tommy and Polly observed the exchange amused. "You were wrong about one thing," Tommy told her. His eyes didn't leave you.
"What's that?"
"We've been together for some years now."
She looked at him surprised. "Thomas Michael Shelby, you..." She slapped his arm, making him laugh.
"Let's make a toast," Arthur said, after filling the glasses and handing them around. Tommy wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.
"To Tommy finally getting his shit together." Ada raised her glass and you laughed.
Characters: m!reader, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Esme Shelby
Genre: Romance
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: Mention of injury (nothing descriptive), slightly sexual content (there is an erection mentioned but nothing more), angst with a happy ending
Requested: No
Prompts: No
Summary: Tommy's plan is stupid. It gets John injured and you angry. Your hate for each other gets out of hand.
A/N: English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistake, and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.
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Ao3
It wasn't that you weren't listening. You were, which is exactly why you were furious. Tommy had called yet another family meeting to explain one of his absurd plans. They usually didn't make any sense, mainly because he kept most things for himself. The others executed blindly everything he asked, which often got them to get shot at, which, okay, fine, probably was partly their fault because they were quite stupid, and you thought that with all the love. You really cared for John and Arthur. You, however, couldn't help but point out all the plans' flaws. Tommy hated you for that, but it wasn't your fault if his stupid plans weren't foolproof. You were sure Tommy would have kicked you out of the family meetings, and even from the Peaky Blinders if he could, but you had Polly's protection. She had raised you as her son, taking you in when your mother, her best friend, died. You had grown up with the Shelbys, and while you got along with everyone, you just couldn't see Tommy without wanting to punch him. It hadn't always been like that, though. Tommy was the most brilliant of the family, with Ada being a close second, so he wasn't used to having people rival his intelligence before meeting you. At first, you had tried to be his friend, since he seemed to be the one who was more like you, but he had pushed you away, and after a while, you had stopped trying. Instead, you got really close to John and Ada.
When Tommy finished explaining his plan, the others slipped out of the door, glancing your way. You were still leaning with your back against the wall. Your arms were crossed in front of your chest, and you were burning holes into Tommy's face with your gaze. John snorted, amused at your antics, and exchanged a look with Arthur, who chuckled and patted your shoulder.
"I know a few gipsy curses if you need them," Esme whispered passing by on her way to the door. It made you smile, but it didn't last long. It soon disappeared when Tommy's icy eyes met yours.
"Don't kill each other. We need you both," Ada said as she was leaving. Her tone betrayed the fact that she didn't really believe you would ever come close to that.
Polly was the last one to leave. Before closing the door, she looked at you, trying to tell you just with her gaze to go easy on Tommy. You ignored it.
"Close the door, Pol," Tommy said without turning to her or taking his eyes away from you. She did so, leaving the two of you alone.
Tommy raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms, mirroring your stance. "So?"
"So you keep underestimating threats and you keep important information to yourself." You pushed away from the wall and took a couple of steps towards the table between you and Tommy. "And this plan won't fucking work because that man knows Arthur. He knows he is your brother," you explained waving your hands around animatedly.
"It will be fine."
"Because you are so fucking brilliant, right?" you spat.
He took a cigarette from his silver case. He stroked it against his plump lips, then placed it between them in that way that irritated you so much. He offered you one too.
You ignored the offering. Instead, you went around the table, stopping mere inches from his face. "If someone gets hurt, I will personally hurt you, Thomas," you said, punctuating the words and poking his firm chest with your finger before storming out. Tommy smiled to himself. He loved riling you up.
As you stepped out of the room, people scrambled around, avoiding your gaze, almost as if they had been eavesdropping on the conversation and didn't want you to notice. You decided you didn't care and went to your office to get back to work. On your way there, Ada approached you.
"What happened?" she asked, walking by your side.
"Your brother is an idiot and will get us all killed, that's what happened." You walked into your office and she followed.
"You are the only one thinking that, you know that, right?"
"Apparently I'm the only one with some fucking sense here." You sat at your desk and took a cigarette from the case you had left there. You placed it between your lips and reached for the matches.
She closed the door behind her and walked up to your desk.
"You are the only one who made the point of his life to go against every word Tommy speaks," she corrected.
You arched your eyebrows and lit your cigarette.
"Not my fault he is a bloody idiot." You released the smoke upwards.
She shook her head smiling. "The day you get over this hate of yours, you'll see what we all see."
"And what is it that you see, Ada?"
She crossed her arms. She had no intention of telling you, clearly. "You two are so similar."
"No, we are not," you replied, with more heat than necessary.
She smiled triumphantly. "We all see through your little act," she sing-songed heading to the door.
You got up hastily.
"What are you talking about? Ada, I'm not done talking with you." Before you could go around your desk, she was already out of the door. "Come back here, Ada!" You had all intentions of following her, but one of the men walked in to show you one of the books.
"Fucking Shelbys," you grumbled, making the man chuckle.
You would deal with Ada later.
Later never came, because Thomas' stupid plan had gone to hell not even half an hour in. The man had recognized Arthur as soon as he had seen him, as you had said, and had opened fire on him and John. A bullet had grazed Arthur's arm. He would be fine. John, however, hadn't been so lucky. Before you could put a bullet in that bastard's head, he had hit John in his left shoulder, too close to his heart for your liking. Now he was laying in a hospital bed. The doctor had said that he would be fine, but you were fuming. Polly and Arthur nervously watched you pace back and forth next to your best friend's bed. They had tried to calm you down, but had stopped after you had yelled at Arthur. You were halfway through Arthur's cigarettes. You had already finished yours, but they hadn't helped calm your nerves.
Tommy stormed into the room, Ada hot on his heels. Polly and Arthur stood straighter, ready to intervene. You turned to look at him and quickly killed the cigarette in the ashtray.
"Tommy, what the fuck!" Ada tried to hold him back by his arm, but to no avail.
"What the fuck did you do?" he yelled to your face.
You clenched your fist and before Tommy knew it, you had punched him.
"I tried to save our asses, you fucking cunt!" you snarled through your teeth.
He grabbed the collar of your jacket and you took hold of the front of his shirt.
"You killed that man and fucked up every chance we had. That's what you did," he replied through his teeth.
Arthur and Polly stepped in just as a nurse rushed in, asking you to leave.
"I told you this would happen and you didn't listen because you are oh so fucking clever, and now my best friend is in that bed because of you."
Polly gently put a hand on your shoulder, but you kept glaring at Tommy.
"Alright, boys, you better take this outside."
Her other hand rested on one of Tommy's. He let you go and slowly you did too.
He nodded to the door and turned to leave. You followed him out and didn't register the relief that flooded the room the moment you left.
Tommy walked down the hall, looking for an empty room. He finally found one and pushed the door open to let you in. You spared him a glare as you walked him. He followed and closed the door.
You crossed your arms and turned to look at him, waiting for him to talk. You had said everything you needed to already.
"You know this is a dangerous business and Arthur and John know too. You all know there are risks. You can't go around killing every person I need, no matter how much of a dick they are."
You rolled your eyes and scoffed shaking your head. You pointed the finger at him.
"This is your fault. This wouldn't have happened if you just had listened to me! But you never fucking do. And I'm so tired of your bullshit. I know you never liked me because I am more intelligent than you but, for fucks sake, get over it," you hissed in his face.
He seemed taken aback by your words. When he didn't reply, you rolled your eyes and walked away from him.
"You're wrong."
You scoffed. "Of course."
"No, I mean-"
"I know exactly what you mean. Because you are the one who is always fucking right. The only one with a brain and all that. Isn't that right, Tommy?" You spat out the words like venom.
You heard him cover the distance between you with a few steps, and when you turned back to him, you didn't expect him to be so close.
"It's not what you think it is," he murmured. How could he be so collected when you just wanted to punch him again?
"I know exactly what it is, Thomas!"
"No, you don't."
"Fuck you."
He licked his lips, and you knew he was about to talk again, but you wouldn't let him.
"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you, Thomas Shelby. Your brother is laying on that bed with a bullet in him and you-"
"They already took it out," he corrected offhandedly.
And you just couldn't help it. You pushed him full force with both hands. He bumped into the wall behind him. You walked up to him and took him by the collar of his jacket.
Instead of pushing you away, Tommy grabbed your hips and pushed them forward, against him. You were confused for a brief moment before you felt his erection pressing against your leg. You looked down to where your bodies met and then up at him.
"Tommy..."
"You're wrong."
Before you could react to his words, he pulled you into a heated kiss. You were paralyzed for a moment before you melted into it. Your body relaxed against his as you kissed him back. His lips were as soft as they looked. You would never admit to anyone that you had wondered how they would feel on yours every time he stroked a cigarette on them or licked them, but you had. It seemed like his lips were a match that had put your stomach on fire. Your desire to punch him had faded away. The kiss you were sharing and your bodies touching was all that mattered. Until the door opened and you pulled away as fast as lightning.
A nurse entered with fresh sheets in her arms and looked at you confused, then she spotted Tommy.
"I'm very sorry, Mr Shelby, I didn't know you were here. I'll leave you alone."
You fixed your suit. "No need to, we were done," you assured, and without waiting for a reply, you passed by her and walked out the door without sparing Thomas a glance. His eyes followed you until you disappeared, and then he cleared his throat and fixed his suit before leaving with a whispered "have a nice day" to the nurse.
When he walked out, you were nowhere to be seen. He went back to John's room, but you weren't there either.
It took him almost two days to realize you were avoiding him. He had been busy fixing the mess, and Polly said you were spending all your time by John's bed, which was to be expected. Except for the fact that when he went to the hospital the evening after the incident, you weren't there. He figured you had gone home to change and rest now that John was awake and his life wasn't at risk anymore.
When you didn't show up for dinner as always, he just thought you were too tired.
That night he fell asleep to the memory of your lips on his and for once his dreams weren't filled with the noise of the shovels but with your voice whispering his name.
The morning after, you weren't at the shop. That was weird, you were always the first to arrive.
By midday, he had been on the receiving end of so many of Ada and Esme's glares, he decided he needed a break.
He visited John, hoping to find you there, but once again you weren't.
He had thought Ada and Esme's looks were because they deemed him to be the cause of John's injury, but he changed his mind later that afternoon when Polly walked into his office like a woman with a mission.
"You two need to talk."
He glanced at her before his eyes went back to the papers he was reading. "I already talked with John."
"It's not John I'm talking about."
That grabbed his attention. "What are you talking about?" he asked, forgetting about the papers for a minute.
"Fix whatever mess you have caused, Thomas." She walked out without waiting for his reply.
He sighed and ran a hand over his face. So you were avoiding him because of what had happened.
He decided not to listen to Polly, so maybe you were right when you said he never listened. He would give you some time. Maybe you just needed to come to terms with what had happened between the two of you.
You didn't come to work the day after, even though all the paperwork that had been on your desk the day before had been done. Tommy wasn't surprised. You were a workaholic just like him. You probably had just moved your office to your house.
Family meetings were weird without you glaring at him, interrupting, huffing and insulting him under your breath. Ada and Esme's looks weren't as fun.
"What are you waiting for, Thomas?" Polly questioned after the others had left the meeting.
"I'll talk to him," he assured.
That same night, he grabbed the dinner Polly had put aside for you and set out to come to visit you.
You had told Polly times and times again that you were fully capable of taking care of yourself and that she didn't need to cook for you, but there was no saying no to Polly Gray. She had been sending you food through Ada or Esme every evening you hadn't shown up for dinner with the family at hers. She hadn't asked anything, but she was Polly Gray. She didn't need to ask. She just knew things and she knew something had happened between you and Tommy.
You weren't surprised when you heard a knock at your door.
"Coming," you yelled as you made your way to the door.
"Finally, I'm star-" you cut yourself off midsentence when you saw Tommy.
"Tommy... What are you doing here?"
He handed you the plate. "Brought you dinner. Thought it was time for us to talk."
You sighed and nodded, inviting him in. He stepped in and you closed the door behind him. You didn't remember him ever visiting you before.
You passed by him and went to the kitchen, followed by him. "You don't mind if I eat while you talk?"
He took off his coat he abandoned on the back of a chair and his cap throwing it on the table before he sat down. "Please."
You sat down on the opposite end of the table with the dish in front of you and started eating.
Tommy took his time to light a cigarette.
"You've been avoiding me."
You didn't say anything. You couldn't really deny that.
"Why?" he asked when you didn't reply.
You scoffed. "What was I supposed to do? I tried to figure out why you would do something like that and came up with nothing. I thought you might have wanted to get me caught but then they-"
"Stop thinking I hate you."
You looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "Why would I? It's not exactly like you ever proved me wrong."
"I kissed you."
"Which you might have done for some ulterior motive. Did you forget I know you, Tommy? You always have some kind of hidden agenda."
He took a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes were fixed on you as if he was analysing you.
"There was no hidden agenda. I've been wanting to kiss you since... forever," he admitted softly.
You snorted. "You hate everything I do. I'm always in your way, have been since we were kids."
Tommy shook his head. "Yeah, I wasn't fond of you when we were kids, but things change." He leaned forward and you looked at him, the food now forgotten. "I don't hate anything you do. On the contrary, I love it. You are the only one who stands his ground with me and speaks up against me and points out all the flaws in my plans because you're not only clever but also very observant. How could I hate it when it's so hot?"
You shook your head, smiling bitterly. "Please. Don't play with me. You've had your fun."
"I'm not playing. I've been waiting for this for ages."
"Why didn't you say anything, then?"
"I had a lot of reasons to believe you didn't like me," he said matter-of-factly, "and you had your reasons not to like me. I just think we should start anew, give each other a chance. Give this a chance."
You couldn't deny it was a good prospect. Peace at last.
"If that's what you want. If you like me too."
You hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. Yeah. I think we can try."
Tommy smiled and got up. He slowly walked around the table. He stopped to kill the cigarette in the ashtray you kept on the table, then continued towards you and stopped in front of you. He put his hands in the pockets of his elegant trousers.
"Are you going to come back to work now?"
You sighed. "Ugh... I mean, the boss is a pain in the ass, but the guy next door is cute," you joked.
He snorted. "Is that a yes?"
You nodded.
"Good. See you tomorrow."
"Everything clear?"
You huffed. "We are gonna die," you mumbled.
"What was that?" Tommy asked lifting his chin, daring you to repeat what you had just said.
"Your plan has more holes than a colander."
"Not again," Ada groaned.
"Okay, we'll leave you to it," John announced. He was the first to leave the room, followed by everyone else while you and Tommy had a staring match.
Polly was the last to leave. She looked at the two of you knowingly.
"Make it quick, boys," she said as she closed the door.
You got closer and sat on the table.
"So?" Tommy asked, walking up to you.
"You are an idiot." Before he could retort, you pulled him into a kiss by his collar.
His hands slipped to your hips and pulled you against his chest. You smiled against his lips.
He pulled away from your lips just a few inches to speak. "You need to stop challenging my authority in front of everyone."
"Nah, It's too much fun."
He pushed you away, making you laugh. He tried to suppress a smile trying to act annoyed, but he couldn't, not when he heard you laughing.
Characters: Matt Murdock, Peter Parker, Foggy Nelson, others
Genre: Romance
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: None
Requested: No
Prompts: in this post @human-that-exists wrote to @obvious-captain-rogers: for the Spideydevil prompts what about college profs Matt and Peter and peter takes matt's last name get married over the summer and students who took them the year before are very confused and Matt has like 12 students trying to figure out how law is related to their Chem class.
Summary: Matt and Peter, both professors at the same university got married. It causes some confusion among their students.
A/N: English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistake, and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.
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Ao3
Matt smiled, welcoming the gentle chatter of the students filling the halls as he made his way to his class. As much as he had loved summer, he had missed teaching.
"Good morning, professor Murdock." Flushed cheeks, quick heartbeat, breathy voice.
Without stopping walking, he gave the girl one of his charming smiles, probably aggravating her crush on him. "Good morning."
His attention was caught by a distinct smell of coffee and Foggy's cologne. His friend caught up with him after a couple of minutes, with two coffees in his hands.
"Is one of those for me?" he asked, foregoing greetings.
"Didn't you have one at home already, or did your husband finish the whole pot again?"
Matt couldn't help the grin that spread on his face at the mention of his husband. Hearing the word "husband" still made him all giddy. It was all very new. They had married during the summer.
"He did."
"Damn, that man worries me," Foggy commented, handing him a cup.
He took it and smiled gratefully, taking a small sip. He relished the bitter taste. He had always loved coffee, but now he did even more. It reminded him of the smell and taste of his lover.
"He seems fine, though. You should meet him before coffee in the morning. He is a zombie."
"Oh, I have seen him like that. That time he tripped on your cane. Remember?" Foggy mentioned, gesturing with his cup in hand. Luckily it was already half empty.
Matt nodded with a huge smile. He couldn't have forgotten the day they had met.
"Of course you do. Did you already make someone trip this year?"
Matt chuckled and shook his head.
"Yeah, no. That's probably for the better. He would be very upset if you made someone else literally fall in love with you the way you did with him."
Among the voices and the numerous footsteps, Matt heard some familiar ones. He sipped more coffee, a little quicker.
"He is coming, isn't he?" Foggy asked, noticing.
"Hey!" Peter's voice came before Matt could reply. They stopped and turned, waiting for him.
"Hey, Peter! Long time no see," Foggy greeted as if they hadn't seen each other the night before for drinks at Josie's.
"Hey Foggy!" he greeted gleefully. "Is that coffee?" he asked eyeing Matt's cup. The man sighed and handed him his half-full cup of coffee. Peter grinned. "Thanks, Matty."
Matt really couldn't be angry at him. Instead, a fond smile took over his features.
"Ready for this year, professor Murdock?" Foggy asked, interrupting the moment between the two lovebirds. They were still in their honeymoon phase, which was completely understandable, but it did make them insufferable sometimes. Foggy was happy his best friend had finally found his happiness with a good man, and he loved Peter, but he and Karen often had to be the third wheel and he hated it.
"Yeah," they both replied at the same time.
"I think he was asking me?" Peter said, unsure.
Matt cleared his voice. "Yeah, probably yes."
Foggy was grinning so wide the Cheshire cat would have been proud of him. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun."
Matt snorted and Peter shook his head amused.
"See you for lunch. Have a nice first day," Foggy said already walking away.
"See you, Foggy."
"You too."
Peter finished the last of the coffee and hummed satisfied.
Matt turned towards Peter. "You're going to have tachycardia one of these days if you keep drinking so much coffee," he pointed out as he always did when Peter drank too much coffee.
"Yeah, and you will come running from the other end of the campus." He winked, knowing Matt would be able to tell.
Matt smiled amused. "I'll make a point not to."
"You could never, Matty. You love me too much."
Matt snorted. "I plead the fifth."
"Like that is gonna change anything."
Matt grinned and reached for his watch. He touched the hands and braille numbers and tilted his head towards Peter.
"I think it's better if you go now, darling."
Peter looked at his watch. "Shit. Yeah. See you at lunch?"
"Sure."
Peter was already walking away when he turned without stopping walking. "Have a good day."
Matt smiled and nodded. "You too." He heard Peter's steps quicken and before they could fade away, he resumed walking towards his class.
Most of the students were already there when he walked into the room. The last of them rushed in after him.
"Please, close the door and take a seat."
He put his messenger bag down on the desk and waited for everyone to be seated.
"For those of you who don’t know me, I'm professor Murdock."
"Everyone knows you, professor."
Matt grinned at the voice of his most annoying student, whom he was very fond of. "Didn't you pass this course last year, Jack?"
"Yes, but I missed you too much during summer."
Matt rolled his eyes fondly behind the red lenses. "You're welcome to stay but no more flirting."
"It would be a lot less fun this way." He could hear the pout in the boy's voice.
"I'm sure it would be even less fun if my partner found out about you flirting with me," he warned, making the class laugh. It was an empty threat, he knew Peter wasn't jealous. He trusted Matt and had had a good laugh when he had told him about some of his students flirting with him. Peter's students flirted with their professor too, but Peter was always oblivious to all of it. Even Matt had had a hard time flirting with him, every signal of his interest seemed to fly over Peter's head.
"What? You have a partner that is not me?!" Jack asked, pretending to be heartbroken. The class laughed again.
"Sorry, buddy. Now, let's start."
He was halfway through the lesson when he stopped to ask if there was any question.
"Professor?" a girl shyly piped up.
He turned his head in her direction. "Yes?"
"I don't understand what human rights laws have to do with inorganic chemistry." Matt could sense the confusion coming from the other students, but he simply smiled.
"Ah... I'm afraid you are in the wrong class-" he started.
"So, this isn't inorganic chemistry?" another voice asked.
"No, this is the human rights class. You-" he tried to explain again.
"But on the schedule it says Murdock," another student interrupted. Matt heard them shifting some papers, looking for the one with the schedule.
A buzz started spreading among the students, all very confused by the situation. That was the moment when Matt understood what Foggy meant when he said it would be a lot of fun now that he and Peter were married and Peter had taken his surname.
"Please," he spoke again, and the chatter died down. "There is another professor Murdock, in the department of chemistry. Maybe you knew him as professor Parker?"
"You got married to Professor Parker during the summer?" Jack asked.
Matt heard twelve students get up and gather their things. "It's the building next to the university hall, the chemistry one, first floor," he offered them, with an apologetic smile as they headed out.
"Did you really marry Professor Parker?" a girl asked from the back of the class as the door closed behind the last of the stranded students with a thud.
"Uh... Yes?"
Some of the students cheered, some complimented him, and some seemed disappointed. Matt guessed it had something to do with the bet that had been going on for years now, since before he and Peter got together, among the students, and even some of the professors.
"Ugh... I thought it would take longer!" Cassie Lang commented.
"Sorry to disappoint, Cassie." He chuckled.
"You don't sound sorry," she grumbled.
"I'm not," he admitted grinning.
"We can't even be upset with you, look how happy you are!" Cassie's best friend pointed out.
"I hope you didn't lose much. But you should remember this lesson and quit betting."
A loud buzz rose after his words.
He lifted his hands, trying to quieten the class.
"Enough talking about me, let's go on with the lecture."
Before he could resume the explanation, there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?" He sighed.
The door opened and four students walked in. "I'm sorry, professor, we ended up in a chemistry class. I think there was a mistake on the schedule."
"Oh no, there is no mistake, welcome to our heartbreak era, my friend, the two hottest professors just got married," Jack said before Matt could. The class erupted in giggles.
Matt shook his head. "Don't worry. Please find a seat so we can go on."
He could hear Foggy and Peter talking about their morning from far away.
"Hey, Matt!" Foggy greeted him. "Peter was telling me all his students went to your class this morning."
"It wasn't all of them," Peter weakly protested.
He snorted and took a seat at the table with them. "Yeah. That was something."
Peter kissed his cheek. "I had some of yours too, did they get to class safe?"
"They managed. And I was informed we are the two hottest professors in this university."
Foggy almost choked on his sandwich. "What?!"
Peter chuckled, leaning into Matt's side. "And who won the bet?"
"No idea."
"Well, if I can't be the hottest professor on campus I will be at least the richest one."
"Is that fair?" Peter frowned. "You knew when we would get married. I don't think your bet counts, Foggy."
"Let him have this, he can't even be the hottest professor."
