“Every woman has one” Polly argues while flitting around YN and Tommys shared bedroom getting everything ready for when YN go into labour
“I had one with Charlie, I’m not doing that again. If I shit then so be it” YN cross her arms stubbornly over her large stomach “tell her Ada”
“I’m not involved in this conversation” Ada holds her hands up shaking her head. YN looks over to Esme who’s smiling
“Polly I don’t want an enema”
“Love it stops infection”
“It’s embarrassing that’s what it is, having your husbands aunt shave you then stick a tube in your arse to make you shit. I’d rather just shit the bed while pushing. Ada didn’t have one with Karl”
“He didn’t leave us with much choice” Polly mutters “right I’ll be back later with supper. Please try and relax”
“See you later” Ada gives her sister in law a weak smile before leaving. Esme walks over to her with a mischievous look
“Where has she put the enema kit?”
“Over there” YN frowns pointing towards the box on top of the dresser “why?”
“Well it would be a shame if it went missing wouldn’t it?”
“She will know it was one of us. Thanks though”
“Not if the kids run wild in the house” Esme winks at YN and then takes the enema kit with her.
“I’M GONNA CHOP HIS DICK OFF AFTER THIS!” Tommy hears his wife scream while she’s upstairs in their room giving birth
“Thats what you said last time now where’s the enema kit? I put it up here” Polly stands with her hands on her hips looking at the dresser. She then turns to YN lying on the bed with Esme holding her hand “YN where have you hidden it?”
“I haven’t” not a lie, but YN knows where Esme has hidden the tube
“Well I suppose we will have to do this the old fashioned way, we just need to find….”
“Pol look she’s gonna want to start pushing soon, let’s just leave it”
“Fine” YN finally relaxes looking over at Esme.
Downstairs Tommy paces the living room with a whiskey in hand. Arthur, John, Finn and Micheal all sit with their own drinks on the large sofa. All that can be heard is the shouting of profanities and cursing Tommys name
“Bloody hell, she’s a true Shelby’s ain’t she Tom” Arthur chuckles
“Where’s Charlie?” Finn asks
“YN’s mums” Tommy replies still pacing around, then stops when he hears feet running down the stairs. Ada runs past her brothers and cousin and goes straight into the kitchen to get some more warm water
“Are they here yet?” Micheal asks
“D’you think I’d been here running around if they were”
“THOMAS FUCKING SHELBY YOU BETTER RUN ONCE THIS CHILDS OUT OF ME” YN Shelby, the only person Tommy is afraid off. This makes the Shelby’s all chuckle, but Tommys pacing continues
“Will you sit the fuck down? You know YN will kill ya if you wear out her carpet” John says before drinking the rest of his drink. Tommy finally sits down on the sofa as Ada makes her way back upstairs with the water.
After hours of pacing and drinking, the screams go quiet, that is until the cries of a baby can be heard. Tommy lifts his head up as John slaps him on the shoulder
“Congratulations brother”
“Tommy” Polly says walking down the stairs “come meet your daughter” in an instant Tommy is up and making his was to his and YN’s bedroom.
Walking in he sees Esme and Ada tidying up and putting some sheets in a bucket. His wife sat up in bed with a baby in her arms suckling on her breast
“No more Tommy. I’m not doing that again”
“Whatever you want, as long as you and our kids are happy I don’t care if we don’t have anymore” Tommy walks over and places a kiss on his wife’s head.
Summary: Tommy and his new wife spend some special time together during their honeymoon. Tommy's the little bossy pants he usually is. Request by @elenavampire21.
A/N: Please, please for the love of it...please reblog and/comment. Like are so sweet and I am happy you are reading my stuff. But reblogs and comments help writers out.
He loved her. He had to have loved her, right? That’s the only reason he waited until marriage like she wanted. It was hard. A whole six months of watching her body sway as she walked. Each day he had been more and more eager, and his left hand was not cutting it. Of course, a visit to a whore house would have been satisfactory enough, but he promised her. Fucking promises! And since he loved her, right? He had to stay honest. Something Tommy Shelby struggled a bit with.
The previous night had been their wedding. Just a small thing. It was his third after all and the older he got, the less he gave any care to frills and luxury. They were married in a small church and then after, joined their family for a meal and dance. Both were too tired to fuck after. But the next day was their honeymoon. He decided to take her to the countryside far from the city grit and pollution. She was a city girl, though, and when she hopped from the caravan, looking around the empty greenery, she cocked her head. Turning to him, she winced. “Oh, it’s….lovely?”
Tommy snorted, wiping his greasy hands with a dirty white cloth. They popped a wheel and he’d been fixing it the whole time she finished a nap. “You’re awake. We’ve been here for a couple of hours. I figure we can relax out here for a few days before heading back-”
“This is our honeymoon?” she asked, wanting clarification.
Tommy could read people very well, and she was no different. Stress lines tainted her beautiful face. A city girl like herself hardly could consider this a honeymoon, and he understood that. But he needed to get away, and as his wife, she should have understood his needs. “I can tell you are not happy,” he commented. “But this is where we are staying. The fresh air will do you good.” He walked over to her, softening his face a bit. Gently, he rubbed her cheek. “Besides, you know we are all alone out here?”
She gave him an unamused look, arms crossed. “Thomas-”
“Just you and I, me and you,” he whispered, leaning down and placing a kiss on her forehead. She whined as he did so, turning her head. Sighing, he commented, “you’re a fucking brat. This is our first day as husband and wife, why the theatrics, hm?”
“Because, Thomas! This is not a honeymoon,” she explained, motioning to the nothingness around her. To her, she was being completely reasonably annoying. But to him, she was being a selfish little brat. “This is a-”
“Shhh,” he said, wanting her to calm herself. He smiled, dragging his fingers down to her hips before bringing her in. “Don’t you understand, hm? You and I are alone out here, sweetheart. Just you and I.”
“I know,” she pressed, still not pleased. But she was not getting his hints.
“You are so innocent,” he teased, kissing her cheek, lingering there for a quick moment before dragging his lips up to her ear. He grinned, taking her lobe between his teeth, tugging teasingly. Appalled, she crouched her neck, wincing just a tad.
“Thomas!” What he did next took her for a loop. His other hand found its way to her neck. Her instinct was to scream and gasp for all the air her lungs could suck in. Stuck in a mode of panic, she hardly realized he wasn’t choking her. His fingers only pressed lightly against her pulse. Her hand rested over his. Breath rapid, she asked, “what are you doing?”
While preoccupied with the hold against her throat, he dragged his other hand between her legs. With no patience for anything getting in his way, he quickly bunched up her skirts and shoved his hand between her thighs, pressing up against her silk panties. Resting his forehead against hers, he peered down. Quietly with a sharp edge, he said, “trying to see. Does my little wife have any edge to her? Or is she always just going to be so…good.”
“Thomas!” she hissed, trying to pull his hand off of her crotch. “Thomas, we are outside. We can’t do this outside. What if someone sees?”
“Who?” he chuckled. “The birds? Have you not been listening, it’s just you and I out here.” His fingers pressed a bit harder against her neck when she opened her mouth to protest. Her string of words came out as a pile of whimpers. Perhaps he was a bit selfish in what he wanted. A highly sexed man having to wait six months, that hardly equals patience. Of course, he pictured swooning her and spoiling her in the mix of the bedsheets. Making sure to kiss every aspect of her body, making sure she felt loved and adored. But in that moment, he just wanted to fuck. Any inkling of intimacy slipped away and the thought of making love seemed tedious. A little sliver of him felt guilty that her first time would be getting railed raw over rock. But maybe seeing as how much of a pain in the ass she has been, maybe it was her thing. A little pain and roughness. “Come on, beautiful,” he cooed, eying the lump of rocks just off to the side. “You are so beautiful…my beautiful wife.” She resisted against him, attempting to dig her heels into the wet ground.
“Outside?” she protested. “Please, Thomas…let’s go inside and do it.”
“Oh, but we will,” he chuckled, picking her up. She yelped loud enough to move the mountains in the far off distance. “Shh, shhh,” he told her, accompanied with a light smack to her behind. Despite her hesitations, he brought her to the rocks and sat her down. “Love, I want you to feel comfortable with me-”
“Thomas,” she warned, jaw tight, clearly not pleased with her new husband. “I’ve ruined my skirts! And look at my boots-”
“You married a Gypsy,” he pointed out. “The fuck I care about your skirts and boots. Now, we are on our honeymoon.” He slid from his suspender straps before his fingers started to work at his belt clasp. “And from what I recall, our honeymoon is to celebrate our marriage.” She looked up at him from her new seat, a mix of annoyance and admiration.
“We have a mattress in the caravan, for fucks sake, Thomas,” she complained, but before she could get another word out, he picked her up and placed belly flat over the rock. She was slowly giving in as her walls broke down. “Mattress would have been better, but….” She sighed and positioned herself for him; ass arched and legs spread just enough. “I know you aren’t about to fuck me without any forepay-”
“Sweety,” he said, in a mocking tone as he bunched her skirt up over ass and gave it a love tap. “You’re a virgin. What do you know of foreplay? Hmm? Maybe you don’t get foreplay because you’re acting like a whiny little brat. Maybe I just want to use you.” He was teasing her of course, but his poor little wife had not an idea of his antics. Pouting, she looked back at him pathetically. Winking, his finger pulled down her panties while his other hand lazily stroked at his cock.
“That’s mean,” she accused, wiggling her behind a bit, feeling a pool of desperation build. Tommy glanced down at her arched ass, grinning to himself as he positioned his cock. “Warm me up, Tommy, please?” The tip of cock pressed against her entrance.
“No,” he said, leaving it at that as he rested his chest against her back as he leaned over her. He watched as her fingers clung to anything she could, white knuckling. It was as if she was preparing for something painful. The tip pushed in and he rested there for a moment, gasping as her virgin walls broke around him. She sucked in her lips, muffling whatever moans wanted to come through. Reading her eyes, she was aroused. He could tell. His beautiful wife always loved his upper hand. He was sure she found it thrilling to fight against him. Pushing in further, he let out a long, deep throated groan. To steady himself, he slipped one hand under her, resting his palm against her left breast. His other found its home around her neck. “Good girl. You feel so good wrapped around me. I think you were made specially for me, you know that?” he breathed in her ear, ending his sentence with a teasing kiss.
She whined, trying to inch forward to release the tension pain burning her lower half. It would have been nice if he prepped her. But that would require Tommy Shelby to be nice. To be nice and put his needs last. Unfortunately, if she wanted that, she married the wrong Shelby. “It hurts,” she told him.
“You’re fine,” he replied, in an attempt to dismiss her concerns. “It feels exactly how it should feel. It doesn’t hurt.” He left a trail of kisses along her jaw before meeting her lips. “Give me a kiss.” He was pleasantly surprised she didn’t fight him, reaching up a bit to place a soft peck to his lips. “Good girl. My beautiful wife. Look at me…I want to see your face.`` Their eyes connected. Teasingly, his index finger ran circles over her nipples. The sensation started off small until it crept up on her. He watched as her eyes became heavy and hooded. Just a simple touch like that had her clenching herself around him, sucking him in. “You like this.”
“Thomas,” she gasped out, her hips slowly pulling away only to push up against him. In the midst of pleasure was still a little bit of pain, making her hiss through clench teeth. He started to slowly move with her, wondering if he’d even last long enough as it’d been too long since he had pussy. Especially a pussy as pretty and perfect as hers.
“What if,” he started, a chuckle mixed with a desperate, feral grunt, lacing his words. “What if your’re just a fucking hole, hm?” His words were like a poisonous berry; sweet, but deadly to her emotions. Just a hole? Her eyes rolled back before she even could comprehend how much she liked it. He picked up the speed, his balls lightly bouncing off her puffy clit. “Only a fucking hole.” His index and ring finger slipped between her lips, needy to hear those choking and gurgling noises. Muffled, she tried to tell him something, but he didn’t care. “Shut up,” he told her, closing his eyes, lost in his thrusts that became increasingly fast. “Just a hole…that’s all you are to me. A hole I can breed and own.” He pulled back and paused before slammed himself against her, letting out a loud moan. “Fuck! Yeah? You like that! Nod for me….” She nodded, whimpering. Her face was getting beat red with insults and abuse, but it wasn’t a complete lie. She did like it. She liked how feral he was in wanting to fuck her.
His pace became fast and steady, as his pleasure built up. The air mixed with their moans and spewed, incomprehensible words. “My pleasure is your fucking pleasure,” he continued. “You like this…you like being a…fuck…ah! You like being a filthy wife for me.” He continued to drill the thought process into her as his thrusts become uneven and ragged. “Take it…fucking take me!” His hands scratched down her sides before gripping her hips, fingers digging into her sensitive flesh.
“Tommy!” she groaned out, trying to meet his pace by slamming back her hips. She threw back her head, eyes rolling back. “Shit! More-I want more…rub my clit.” She pleaded for him to pleasure her. It was a need. But he refused.
“No,” he forced out, breaths hitched and uneven. “Fuck…fuck, baby. My wife, such a perfect cunt.” With one last slam, he held himself there, feeling his orgasm take over him. Panting, he laid over her, running kisses on her clothed shoulder. “My beautiful wife,” he got out one last time before sliding off. “Come on,” he cooed, pulling at her legs. She was so limp and weak, legs shaking. “Turn over, baby.” She was too faded to argue, simply going limp for him to turn her over. “Let me look,” he whispered, kneeling down to study between her legs. It was beautiful; red and fucked with a line of of cum seeping out. Without warning, he got in close and stuck out his tongue, pressing it against her pussy, tasting their mixed cum. She was anticipating something erotic, feeling at her breasts and getting into the rhythm of rolling her hips against his tongue. Unfortunately for her, he stopped as soon as he started. It wasn’t meant to pleasure her, but to get her right on the edge. To be at his mercy. He mounted over her and gripped her, pushing her mouth open before spitting in her mouth. “Good girl, my beautiful wife,” he said, watching it pool. She swallowed it, wincing. Sweetly, he kissed her lips with a smile. “My beautiful wife, I love you…and thank you for humoring my needs. Tonight, it will be your turn and I will make you very, very happy.”
She whacked him playfully with a pout. “You better. You just spit in my fucking mouth!”
He laughed and pinched her chin. “I’ll do it again, y’know? If you don’t watch yours!”
„I hope we will get over with it as soon as possible. I’m tired as hell.“ You mumbled against your hand as you used it to support your head while you looked from the car’s window. This day has been long and tiring and you were so ready to get home and go to sleep. But as you were packing your things in the afternoon to go home from the office Tommy came to you and told you, that he needs you in London this evening.
„Just some small business, Y/N.“ He told you when he saw how tired you were. „You go there, make him sign these papers, tell him, that the Shelby Company Limited is happy to work with him and you can go back, ey?“ He asked, but honestly, it wasn’t even a question. It was an order from your boss, that you had to fulfill. „John will go with you.“ Tommy said and gestured John to come to him. „As a protector and to make things easier if any problem would occur.“ When John came, he winked and smiled at you.
Ok, you thought, at least something good.
Before you went to London you quickly went back home to change into a stunning red dress, do your make-up and get your heavy coat. John waited for you in front of your house, leaning against the car smoking a cigar. When you got out on the street, it was already kinda dark. However, you could still see the smirk on John’s face, when he saw you.
„Looking beautiful luv.“ John complimented you while opening the car’s door for you with a smile on his face.
„Shut up.“ You mumbled. He laughed and walked around the car and sat in the driver’s seat. Then you took off to London. You almost fell asleep during the drive, but you and John kept talking, so it kinda woke you up.
„Why are you not tired John?“ you asked confused. „You have been in the office even before me. Yet still looking fresh.“
John laughed. „Y/N, I’m off to London in the evening with a pretty girl by my side by the order of Peaky fucking Blinders.“ He said and took a glimpse at you. Now you laughed as well. „This evening can’t get any better.“
After some time you finally got to the center of London. You and John were supposed to meet the potential business partner in of the clubs. Soon you found the club and John parked the car nearby it. While you checked if you had all the necessary papers with you once again John got out of the car and opened the car’s door for you. He even offered you a hand for support, but you denied it.
„I’m not from porcelain John. I won’t break.“ You stated.
„No, you are not from porcelain.“ John repeated after you. „You are from fucking gold and rubies.“ He looked you up and down. „You are our gold and rubies and we must protect you.“
You smiled to yourself. „Does every woman in the Shelby Company Limited gets this kind of protection?“ You asked amused.
„Only the extraordinary ones.“ John said and started walking towards the club. You followed him.
When you got inside the entry hall of the club, you could already hear the loud music and people talking and laughing. You walked to a counter on the side and John helped you with your coat, which you gave to the attendant behind. Then you walked few stairs covered in red carpet with John by your side. As you both got on top of the stairs, another two attendants opened double-wing doors for you. The whole club opened right in front of you.
„Let’s have some fun in the style of Peaky fucking Blinders, oi!“ John said loudly, but thanks to the music and people around you, you could hardly hear him. The club had one floor and a balcony. It consisted of a big stage at the other end of the room, of a dancing floor in the middle, and many tables around it. Plus some tables were more hidden, thanks to the fact, they were under the balcony around the room. If you wanted to get to the balcony you had to walk spiral stairs, which you could find on both sides of the room. Sadly, all of the balcony tables were occupied.
„C’mon luv.“ Johns said to you and gestured at of the tables under the balcony. You followed him. John chose a table in the corner. Not only it had one of the best views of the whole club, but it naturally covered your backs. You both sat down, John in the corner, and soon a waiter came and John ordered for the both of you. John positioned himself comfortably in the corner and lit another cigar for himself. Meanwhile, you leaned against the wall and watched the club and people around you. You have never been to such a huge and luxurious club before. You liked music, dancing, and parties in general. Unfortunately, you have not been to a one in a long time, ‘cause work at the S.C.L. took a lot of your time.
„You like it here?“ John asked and startled you a little bit as you were in your head.
„I love it.“ You smiled at him
„You have good taste, Y/N.“ He said and blew a cloud of smoke up in the air. Then he smiled at you. And as he was opening his mouth to say something to you, you saw a guy dressed in a fancy suit coming your way.
„John, that’s him.“ You said quietly to him, put your drink to your lips, and looked at the stage to appear as nonchalant as possible. John rolled his eyes slightly like something annoying interrupted his fun time.
„Good evening. My name is Mr. Charles. You have been waiting for me.“ The man greeted you kinda arrogantly and sat opposite you. He was wearing a luxurious evening suit in black. He was quite old, so his hair had a lot of grey stripes. On his left ring finger, you saw a big golden ring. He barely said something but you already did not like him. He had the vibe of an egoistic and arrogant rich man, who thought, that money will get him everything and everyone.
„Nice to meet you, Mr. Charles. By the name of Shelby Company Limited I‘m very happy, that you agreed to meet me and sign the papers.“ You said politely and faked a smile. John, on the other hand, wasn’t living for this situation and didn’t say a word.
„I’m happy as well, Ms.?“ Mr. Charles asked generally curious and interested.
„I’m Ms. Y/S. But that is not important.“ You answered and started to prepare the documents.
„The exact opposite, darling.“ The man said amused fixing his eyes at you. You felt, how John tensed up when the man said those words.
Well, this will be an even longer and more tiring evening, than I thought. A thought popped up in your head. Fuck.
„And when you sign this paper, “ you said while putting one more document in front of Mr. Charles „It will be official. You will be a partner of the Shelby Company Limited.“
Mr. Charles quickly read it and then signed it. After almost 2 hours you were finally checking the last document and then putting everything back into the leather case. You were so fed up with the guy, that if you were supposed to sit there even a minute longer, you would jump over the table and kill him – no jokes. The whole evening he was looking at you hungrily and making obscene allusions about you. And John said nothing against it. Nothing. He was only smoking his cigar and alternately looking at the man and the club.
„So that’s it, Mr. Charles. We are finished. Mr. Shelby will call you personally about the next meeting.“
„Ou, I don’t think, that we’re finished at all, Ms. Y/S.“ He smirked at you.
I will kill him, I swear to the fucking God… You promised yourself.
„What about dance, darling?“ Mr. Charles asked.
„I’m sorry, but this day was really long for me and I’m tired.“ You refused as much politely and calmly as you can.
„Well, that’s ok.“ The man shrugged his shoulders. „I’m staying in a hotel nearby. You can go with me and rest.“ Mr. Charles suggested with lust in his voice.
That’s it. I’m going to fucking kill him. Right here, right now.
As you tilted your head to the sight, took a deep breath, and was opening your mouth to say some really unpretty things, John at last spoke.
„I don’t fucking think so.“
Both you and Mr. Charles were startled and looked at John. After a while of silence between you, Mr. Charles asked with a confused smile.
„Excuse me? Why do you think so?“
John put his hand around your shoulder.
„‘Cause she is mine. She is the girl of Peaky fucking Blinder.“ John stated and blew out a cloud of smoke right into the face of Mr. Charles.
„And is that a problem?“
John laughed. He laughed, but not in amusement. His laugh was a warning. You were all tensed up and all of your tiredness vanished.
„Well,“ John started and drew you closer to him „if you don’t mind losing your eyes, to begin with. Then yeah, no problem.“
Mr. Charles’s face was ruby red with anger.
„I guess, I will be the one, who calls Mr. Shelby first.“ He stated and stood up.
He once more looked at you. However, John turned your head against his and started kissing you. You could hear Mr. Charles‘s offended stutter in his mumbling. Then he left. But you hardly even realized that, as you were trying to comprehend, what was happening. John was kissing you. And it looked like he wasn’t planning to stop any time soon. At first, you were shocked and did not move your mouth, but after a few seconds passed, you leaned into the kiss and got even closer to John. His right hand was supporting your head from the back and in his left hand he was still holding a cigar.
When the people around you started clapping and cheering, because the singer on the stage just finished one of her songs, you guys finally parted. Now you were just looking at each other. You still couldn’t understand, what just happened. It felt like your brain just walked away and you couldn’t think or talk. John had a slight smirk on his lips but was breathing heavily.
„And now something more lively!“ The singer said loudly into the microphone and people were clapping and cheering again. John didn’t think twice. He put the cigar down and took your hand. He led you to the dance floor. When you found a less packed spot, he put one of his hands on your lower back. The music started right after that and you began dancing. It wasn’t anything fancy or „by the rules“. You were just having fun. You still felt like you had no brain, but you started smiling and then laughing. John turned you around and when you faced him again he drew you closer to him, so your faces would be against each other.
„You will get into a lot of problems, because of that, John.“ You said worriedly.
„I thought women like when someone kisses them.“ John said faking confusion. You slightly hit him in the chest and you both laugh.
„John, I mean it. The guy looked rich, so it had to be someone damn important.“
„He can be whatever the fuck he wants. But no one, even the fucking king, won’t touch you. Plus Tommy said that I'm supposed to protect you.“ He said with a serious tone. You couldn’t remember when was the last time you heard John talking about something like that. „You are our gold and rubies, Y/N.“ He swung both of you to the rhythm of the music.
„No, John.“ You protested. Now John wasn’t faking his confusion even the slightest. „I’m your gold and rubies and no one else’s. You earned me today.“
John turned you around again and smiled at you warmly. But mainly excited. After a while, you asked.
„John?“
„Yes, luv?“
„You know, how you always say Don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders?“
John raised an eyebrow at you.
„Can I be an exception?“ you asked and tilt your head to the side.
John laughs once again.
„As I already said this evening – you have a good taste, Y/N.“ he said smirking at you.
I have had this one in my mind for a long time. What about Tommy Shelby X sister!reader where before the war he knew her as his sweet naive sister that chokes on cigarette smoke, doesn’t like whisky and looks exactly like their mother. After he returns she is a complete different person, while the men were at war she had to take on the family business with Polly, so she has become a kind of criminal genius? Cold, calculated, unhinged at times and highly intelligent. Tommy is so shock that at first he can’t even recognize her, the look in her eyes is completely different. Maybe that shock turns into fascination, and that fascination into concern as soon as he sees what she has become.
I hope I’m not in difficulty to you with this request, I just need to get it out of my mind. Feel free to ignore it. Thanks. 🫀
Shelby Sister- A Different Girl
Before the war YN was an innocent sweet girl who never smoked or drank. She was the Shelby's pride and joy having being the only one who would rather sit and read a book instead of going out getting pissed. Tommy remembered the first time John gave YN a drink and she almost threw up from it. He also remembered when she tried one of his cigarettes and couldn't stop coughing. YN was your typical sweet doe eyed girl. So when Tommy and his brothers returned from the war they almost didn't recognise the sweet girl. Before the war she would wear dresses, have her long hair braided with a bow now she was in trousers, her hair cut short and the smile she once wore on her face was now gone.
While the boys were away YN took on the family business with her aunt Polly, dealing with many men she had to learn to grow up and how to keep herself safe.
YN walks through the door of the betting shop with her head held high. She walks over to John who's writing the bets on the bored. Rolling her eyes YN snatches the chalk from her brothers hand leaving him shocked
"Your doing it wrong" YN says rubbing off his work "oh and since it's a Friday, Mr Johnson will be in. If you don't deal with him straight away he will cause issues"
"Issues" John scoffs
"Don't say I didn't warn you"
"YN go home. Your not needed" YN turns around to see Tommy walking in with Arthur. YN raises her eyebrows
"You need me"
"No we don't. We dealt with the shop fine before we went away"
"Polly and turned the shop into what it is today. So no. I'm not going home" YN and Tommy end up having a stare off which Tommy becomes fascinated with how much his sister has changed.
YN stays at the betting shop dealing with difficult men with ease which surprises all of her siblings. One man in particular enters the betting shop, a man YN has dealt with many times. The shop had not long closed
"I told you last time to piss off" YN says barley looking at the man while she carries on doing the books
"And I told you last time I'd be back"
"Look" YN sighs now looking up at the man "Mr Harris. I'm a bit tired of removing you from the the shop. So since my brothers are back I'll let you keep that last shred of dignity you have and let you walk out of here on your own" Mr Harris starts laughing as YN stands up from her seat. Tommy watches from his office ready to intervene and any second. But what took him back was seeing his once sweet and innocent sister take out a gun and give the man a warning shot. But when the man started laughing Tommy whiteness his sister shout the man in the head. Fascination turns to concern as he watches YN place her gun back in her holster then wipe the blood off her face
"I actually liked this top" she sighs
"YN?" Tommy slowly walks out of his office slowly "why did you shoot him?"
"He's been a pain for months. Good riddance if you ask me. Now I best get rid of this body" YN says placing her hands on her hips. Long gone has Tommys sister, and she's been replaced with almost a new person. Someone Tommy knows doesn't need protecting, someone he knows he can rely on.
Trigger warning- talks about miscarriages, but not in detail
Arthur a man with a rugged exterior had always been known for his fierce loyalty to family and friends. His piercing blue eyes, often clouded with worry, spoke volumes of the burdens he carried. YN his beautiful wife shared his dreams and worries. Together they longed for one thing. A child. However unlike Arthur’s brother John who seemed to have no trouble getting his wife pregnant, YN and Arthur had been struggling for a while. They had tried for years to conceive, their hopes rising with each passing month, only to be dashed by the cruel specter of miscarriage.
The losses had taken their toll on the couple. As the leaves turned gold and crimson in the autumn of 1930 a conversation began to unfold in their living room. Arthur was sat reading the paper while YN was trying to read a book, however the words weren’t going in. She had heard of another woman in Small Heath who also couldn’t have children and adopted a daughter. This had been playing on YNs mind since she heard about it
“Arthur” YN starts putting her book down “what if we chose a different path? what if we adopted?” Arthur shifted in his chair. Adoption was a concept he had never seriously considered. The idea of raising a child who was not of their blood felt foreign, yet the thought of filling their home with laughter, of nurturing a life, ignited a flicker of hope in his chest
“You think we could do that?” he asked, his brow furrowing
“I believe we can. There are so many children out there who need a family. We could give them a home, a chance to feel loved”
Months passedand as winter descended upon Birmingham, a letter arrived that would change everything. It was an invitation to meet a little boy named Robert, a 3 year old. Days later they got to meet him. The moment they laid eyes on him, something shifted within Arthur. The boy was not just a child in need he was a piece of their hearts waiting to be found. He held a teddy bear, one that looked very loved. YN kneels down to Robert’s hight with a sweet smile gracing face
“Hello Robert, my names YN and this is Arthur. We would like to take you home and look after you if you’d like” Robert looks up to the care works who smiles down at him
“Mr and Mrs Shelby would like to be your new mummy and daddy”
“What toys do you like to play with?” YN asks
“Trains” Robert’s small voice replies
“I think we could get a toy train and some tracks, don’t you Arthur?” Arthur kneels down next to his wife
“Whatever you want”
When the couple took him home, the first few days Robert stayed quiet, scared to make any mistake. However only a week later Robert manages to find his feet. For Robert he found a warm loving home with parents that loved him dearly. For YN and Arthur it tells like the missing part of their lives has been filled. They’re little happy family.
So basically tommy is a single dad to a girl she is 2 years old and you got you was I’ll and tommy was in a meeting and you was bored she u walk. In and tommy yelled at you So you run off and started crying you find John and Arthur and told they what happened how u was I’ll and they find tommy to tell him he was a dick about yelling at you then he told u he was sorry
Hope that make sense x
Tommy Shelby- Just Want To Protect You
I hope this is what you wanted.
YN and Tommy haven’t been dating all that long, she knew he was a single dad and his daughter, Mary, came first no matter what. YN also knew that he was a dangerous man, but she didn’t care. To her Tommy was a caring man who loved his family (even if he didn’t show it), all he wanted to do was keep YN and his daughter safe.
Unfortunately Mary had been ill with a cold the last week so while Tommy was in meetings YN would take on the roll of looking after her, however today YN woke up feeling rough. She has a headache, stuffy nose and scratchy throat, but still being a mother figure to the young girl YN takes on the task of looking after her and and house while Tommy is in his office working.
“I want daddy”
“I know” YN replies bouncing the crying girl in her arms “but daddy is busy. Why don’t you take a nap. You might feel better and when you wake up, daddy might be finished”
“Ok” Mary sniffles snuggling into YN’s neck. YN takes Mary to her bedroom and puts her down. She stays with Mary until she’s asleep. Feeling rough herself she decides to go and have a nap herself, however due to her blocked nose and now cough, YN gives up after half an hour.
Making her way down stairs she decides to make herself and Tommy a cup of tea. Feeling bored YN knocks on Tommys office door before walking in
“Hi love, I made you a drink” YN says walking in placing the tea on his desk, Tommy just grunts in response “Mary is asleep, still has this awful cold. I said maybe once she wakes up you’d be finished with work”
“And why would you tell her that?” Tommy looks up to YN
“I just thought that you could have a break, you can sit in your chair and work all the time. Mary misses you”
“I can’t just stop working because Mary wants me to”
“I’m not saying that. You’ve been in here since 6 this morning. It’s now 1 and you’ve not had a break or anything to eat”
“I can’t”
“Fine. Guess I’ll be looking after your sick child all day again”
“I didn’t ask you to”
“Then who will? Your to busy with you fucking businesses to even notice that she’s been crying for you this morning”
“Don’t you swear at me!” Tommy yells standing up “Mary isn’t even your daughter so if she’s so much of a bother why don’t you just go!” Feeling taken back YN takes in what Tommy just said
“Fine” YN replies keeping her tears back.
Asking one of the maids to keep an eye on Mary, YN leaves the house and makes her way to the Garrison where she sees Arthur and John
“YN” John waves his brothers girlfriend over
“Hi” she sadly says
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s our brother done this time?” Arthur sighs
“It’s just that, I don’t feel well but ive been taking care of his daughter who’s also ill. When I told him to have a break from work he just blew up”
“Our brother is an idiot YN, I’ll speak with him” John replies
“No don’t. He will know I’ve spoken to you and he will probably have a fit. I’m gonna get a drink”
That evening YN sits her home with a book in her hands, when there is a knock at her door. Putting her book down she heads over feeling confused to who could be at her front door. Opening it up there is Tommy holding flowers in his hands
“I’m a dick I know. I’m sorry”
“You better come in” YN opens up her door wider so Tommy could enter “where’s Mary?”
“At home. Ada has her. I know I shouldn’t have shouted at you, your ill and been looking after my daughter. You didn’t have to but you did. I just get so scared when it comes to you and Mary. I just want to keep you safe and we have a problem with the business. I didn’t want you involved, I didn’t want to worry you”
“Tom, I’m your girlfriend. If we want this to work you can’t shut me out”
“I know I know. Arthur and John knocked some sense into me. Let me make it up to you. Let me cook supper for you. Treat you like a queen”
The air was thick with the scent of pine and cinnamon as YN stepped through the door of Aunt Polly's house, the familiar creak of the old wooden frame welcoming her into the chaos that was Christmas at her boyfriends aunts house. YN, an only child, was used to the quiet of her home, but here at Aunt Polly's it was as if the very walls vibrated with energy.
As she entered the living room YN was met with a scene that was both overwhelming and enchanting. The space was adorned with decorations that seemed to spill from every corner and a massive Christmas tree stood proudly.
Finn, YNs boyfriend of 2 years was in the thick of it. His distinct voice rising above the others as he playfully wrestled with his Older brother John. Their laughter echoed, a bright sound that contrasted sharply with the clattering of pots and pans coming from the kitchen where Aunt Polly was busy preparing the Christmas feast. YN felt a flutter of anxiety in her stomach. She had always enjoyed the holidays, but the sheer volume of activity was disorienting. She was used to the quiet, reflective moments of her own home, where she could sit with a book or a puzzle, lost in her thoughts, but nevertheless Polly had invited YN over this year and she couldn’t turn it down. Finns eyes finally land on his girlfriend. Jumping up he walks over to greet her in a hug and gentle kiss on the cheek
“You alright?” he asks, YN just nods not trusting her own words “why don’t we take the kids out and build a snowman with them?” it’s like Finn could read YN’s mind. She needed some breathing room
“Sounds wonderful” YN replies. She took a deep breath and made her way toward the front door, where the snow was still falling softly, blanketing the world outside in a layer of white. As she stepped into the winter wonderland, the chill in the air was refreshing. The snow crunched beneath her boots, and for a moment, the chaos of the house faded into the background. She could see Finn and Johns kids bundled in their winter gear, already starting to roll large snowballs for their creation. YN felt a small smile tug at her lips the sight of their enthusiasm was infectious.
“Look, YN! You have to make the bottom part really big!” Joseph the youngest of johns kids instructed, demonstrating with exaggerated motions as he rolled the snow into a massive sphere “If it's not big enough, the snowman will fall over!”
“Yeah! And then we can give him a hat and a carrot nose!” Katie added, her cheeks rosy from the cold. Smiling YN knelt down, her fingers sinking into the cold, wet snow as she began to roll her own snowball. It was surprisingly satisfying, the way the snow packed together, and soon she found herself caught up in the rhythm of it. With each roll, the snowball grew larger, and she felt the tension in her shoulders begin to melt away, replaced by the simple joy of creation. They built the snowman taller than YN had anticipated, stacking snowballs carefully and adding twigs for arms. Finn took off his red scarf and placed it around the snowman’s neck. He then triumphantly held up a carrot he had stole from the kitchen
“Perfect!” Finn exclaimed stepping back to admire their handiwork and placing an arm around YNs shoulders “now he looks like a real snowman”
As they stood together, a sense of camaraderie enveloped them. YN felt a warmth bloom in her chest, a feeling of belonging that was new and exhilarating. In this moment, surrounded by the laughter of her cousins and the beauty of the snow-covered landscape, she realized that perhaps the chaos of Aunt Polly's house wasn't so overwhelming after all. It was simply a different kind of magic, one that thrived on noise and laughter, on shared experiences and the joy of togetherness. After realising how cold they all were they returned to the house, cheeks rosy and hearts light.
Aunt Polly was bustling about, her apron dusted with flour, a smile on her face as she caught sight of the kids
“Did you build a snowman?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with delight
“Yes, and he's the biggest one ever!” Joseph said shouting
In that moment, the chaos of Aunt Polly's house transformed from overwhelming to beautiful. It was a tapestry of voices, laughter, and love, woven together in a way that made her heart swell. She understood now that this was the spirit of Christmas-messy, noisy, and utterly perfect in its imperfection. And as she stood there, surrounded by her family, YN realized that she was exactly where she was meant to be.
The streets were alive with the spirit of Christmas, twinkling lights draped over shop windows and the scent of roasted chestnuts wafting through the air. YN and Tommy walked hand in hand, both on a mission. YN always loved Christmas she was the embodiment of holiday cheer, while Tommy had allay been the complete opposite, maybe that’s why they worked so well together
"Do you think he’ll like it?" YN asked looking at a bright red wooden toy truck displayed in a nearby shop window. It reminded her of the one her brother had when they were kids, a nostalgic piece that tugged at her heartstrings. Tommy shrugged, his expression unreadable. He loved his kids sure, but Tommy was never one for spoiling them
"It's not about what they like," it's about what they need. Kids want everything, but they don't always know what's best for them. Clothes might be more practical”
YN paused, considering his words. It was true; children often desired the flashiest toys, but what they truly needed was love and guidance.
“You're right. But I think a little magic wouldn't hurt either," she said with a playful grin “after all, it's Christmas."
They ventured deeper into the market, where laughter echoed and carolers sang familiar tunes. YN's heart swelled with joy as she watched children darting about, their faces alight with wonder. Tommy, on the other hand, observed the scene with a guarded demeanor, his mind perhaps wandering to darker places. Yet, something about the holiday spirit seemed to soften his edges, if only for a moment
"Look over there!" YN exclaimed, pointing to a stall adorned with handmade ornaments “those would be perfect for your aunt. Or for the kids. We could make a tradition out of decorating the tree together, each year buy a new ornament”
“Come on let’s have a look” Tommy knows there’s no point in grumbling, he was the one who offered to join YN with Christmas shopping for the children and rest of the family. As they approached the stall, an elderly woman greeted them with a warm smile
“Welcome, dears! Looking for something special?"
YN picked up a delicate glass ornament shaped like a snowflake, its intricate design glinting in the light
"These are beautiful! I think our daughter would love this" Tommy watched YN's excitement with of admiration
"Let's get a few," he said, surprising himself "one for both of the children, one for aunt pol and one for Ada”
YN's eyes lit up, and she beamed at him
“Really? That's a great idea!" She turned back to the vendor, her enthusiasm infectious. As they selected ornaments, Tommy felt a strange sense of fulfillment. It was foreign but welcomed.
After leaving the stall, they wandered through the market, their arms laden with gifts. YN spotted a booth selling cozy scarves and hats, the perfect addition to their shopping spree
“What do you think? The kids would look adorable in these and they’ are practical” she mused, Tommy chuckled, a sound that surprised even him.
“Yeah, they would. I never thought l'd be out Christmas shopping”
"Life has a funny way of surprising us” YN replied, her eyes twinkling “you know I think this is the most fun I've had in a long time” Tommy glanced at his wife