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The Gangsta's Wife (Part 8)

DESCRIPTION: Whilst you're husband is away for business reasons you have an unexpected (and unwelcome) guest.

WORD COUNT: 3087

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WARNINGS: pregnancy, knife, knife violence, injury, injury detail, fight, blood, Thomas calls reader 'love', drinking, drinking whilst pregnant (brief), swearing

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This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story does not follow the timeline of the show

It had been a couple of weeks since that night. Your husband was near London on business matters. He'd recently purchased a race horse so he was minding that over the past few days. You were taking this time of bliss to have a small nap. Your fatigue having increased over the past few days. Knowing you had caught up on the housework you decided to allow yourself a restful afternoon. You were going to read however sleep soon had other ideas.

You jump awake as you hear a knock on the front door. You let out a soft grumble as you wipe your eyes. Another knock. You mumble under your breath. Annoyed about your disrupted nap. Pushing yourself up. Your hand instinctively going to your belly as you walk over to the door. Unlocking it. Assuming it was one of your in-laws, or one of your sisters who'd forgotten their key. Possibly even your husband. Your wide smile to greet your guest being stunned as you see a man waiting outside. One you don't recognise. Not even as one of the Peaky men.

"Mrs Shelby?" Your scan over their frame. The smile fading completely when you see the knife he flashes at you hidden in his coat. You go and shut the door on him. His hand coming out and stopping it. You turn quickly. Making your way upstairs. Just as the door swings open.

Someone grabbing the lower half of you leg. Tripping you. The air from your lungs being forced out. You turn your body. You bring your free leg up. Kicking him. He grabs at the flesh of your lower leg. Yanking you down a few stairs. Able to straddle you. You struggle as he grabs the knife out. Holding the knife up to go in for a swipe. Bringing your hands up as a means to protect yourself. One over your face, the other near your stomach.

It goes through your palm. You scream out as he removes the item. Going in for another swing. Bringing your knee up and kicking them in the crotch. He grunts out. Hand going to his injury. You clench your good hand. Bringing it back and hitting it into his face. Hearing his nose crunch under your fist. He fumbles on the stairs. Nearly falling down them. Him moving off from over you. You bring your foot up, placing it onto his chest as you kick him. Him falling down the length of the stairs. Giving you enough time to turn back around. Scrambling up the stairs as you regain your footing.

Pain going through your body as you get upstairs. Running to your bedroom and shutting the door. Holding your wounded hand by your torso. Heavy breathing as you asses the room. You run over to the window. Lifting the glass panel up. You weigh up the option of climbing out. But the fall being too high. Plus you weren't overly agile or slim in the best of times. Especially not with a 6 month pregnancy belly. You bite at your bottom lip as you go to plan B.

You look for a place to hide. Noticing small blood spots on the floor from your injury. You take your hand. Then rubbing it over the edge of the window frame. Thinking of where you would grab if you escaped through here. Biting your lip to dull any sounds of pain as silent tears stain your face. Hearing footsteps out the hallway. You drop to the floor. Hiding behind the full length mirror you have standing in the room as you hear the slow turn of the door handle.

The door opens. Seeing two feet walk into your room. You bite at your lips. Shutting your eyes, every ounce of you willing yourself to not make any noise. You hold your wounded hand near your chest. Your other hand coming up and covering your mouth as you become aware of how heavily you are breathing.

The attacker goes over to the window. Presumably looking out of it. You watch from under the mirror. Seeing his shadow. He carefully and quietly wonders around the room. Obviously having the same thoughts of you of your practicality of getting out the small space in such a rush. You see him look under the bed. In the wardrobe. Then he comes over to the mirror. You stay as silent as you can. Practically holding your breath.

Watching as his feet walk out of the room. Hearing them make their way downstairs. You wait a few moments before you start assessing the situation. First of all: your injury. You look at your hand. Trying not to gag as you see the wound. You go to the bottom of your skirt. Hand shaking as you tear the end of it. Using it as you wrap it around your injury. Gritting your teeth as you finish. Holding it close to you.

Resting against the wall as your eyes remain fixed on the door. You will yourself to not pass out. Trying to focus on something. Anything. You sit for what must've been a few hours. Waiting behind the mirror. Scared that if you move you'll pass out. Or get found. So you stay still. As much as you can given that your entire body is shaking. Tears still falling down your cheeks as you watch the doorway. You become alert again as you hear noise downstairs.

Looking around you for anything that could be used as a weapon. Biting your lip as you're met with nothing of use to you. Not without moving from your hiding spot and potentially getting caught in the process.

Then an idea. You bring your good hand down. Taking off your high healed shoe. Unbuckling the straps of them both. Quietly resting one down onto the floor as you bring the other one up. Holding the top of it. Heal outwards. Gripping around the sole. You take in a breath. Moving out from behind the mirror. Over to the doorway. Just around the corner so you can remain hidden. Giving you the advantage. Your hand slowly bleeding onto your shirt as you keep it close to your chest. Holding the shoe up. Getting ready to attack.

Your whole body shaking as the person cautiously step into the room. You bring the shoe up. Aiming for their head. They turn quickly. Grabbing your wrist to prevent you from harming them. Going to reach for his gun but stopping as he meets your eyes.

"Tommy". You say his name. A small sob coming out. Dropping the shoe you held as you wrap your arm around him. Your wounded hand still clutched to yourself. You hide your head into his shoulder. His arms coming up and holding you. Your entire body shaking.

"Are you hurt?" You remain silent. Focusing on his warmth and scent as to not spiral into panic. He takes your silence as a bad sign. He unwraps his arms. Moving away slightly as he holds your face. Forcing you to look at him. "Florence are you hurt?" So much adrenaline coursing through your body that you take a while to think of the answer. Too long. He's already giving you a once over visually. Seeing the blood stain on your shirt and hand.

His eyes going to your injured hand. He goes to take it. But you keep it clutched to yourself. Shaking your head at him. "Let me look". His voice is calm. Stern but calm. You blink a few times. Letting him take your reluctant hand in his. Gently holding the wrist of it as he unwraps the cloth you used. You grip at your skirt. Looking away as you clench your teeth. Body still intensely shaking.

"You're ok love. I've got you". He gently moves you to sit on the bed. Shutting your eyes as you feel queasy. You're hand going to your stomach as you take in a few deep breaths. John and Esme coming up the stairs.

"Thomas?"

"She's been stabbed. She has a sewing kit somewhere in here" you hear them fumbling about. Unable to work out which one announces they've found it. Your husband sits next to you on the bed. Gripping your good hand with his. His arm going around to hold you close to him. You feel someone grabbing your arm. Holding it out. Opening your eyes you see John is sat the other side of you. Gripping your lower arm and wrist.

Esme using a match, putting the needle into it before placing it into a drink of you presume alcohol or water. You go to move away. Shaking your head as she kneels in front of you. Tommy and Johns grip tightening around you. "The wound needs stitches". She speaks. Her eyes filled with sympathy. "Its going to hurt but I'll be quick, ok?".

She takes your hand. Starting to sew your hand up. Not giving you time to protest. You cry out. Tommy holding your good hand as you go to push her away. John holding your arm out so you can't retract it. Your husband shushing you comfortingly as you cry. His arms keeping your body pressed against his as both the Shelby men keep you still.

She kept her word. Although it seemed like hours, the procedure was done in less then a minute. Taking the glass she had used for the needle and pouring it over the wound. Causing you to cry out again. Scrunching your eyes shut as you grip the hand of your husband. Fresh tears falling down your cheeks as you feel John lets go of you. Thomas kisses your temple, stroking your hair.

"Well done love. It's over". Moving the hand from your hair. Feeling him move from behind you. Your body weight resting against him. Feeling something cold hit your lips. Jumping as you open your eyes. A whiskey bottle. "Drink. It'll help dull the pain". You shake your head.

"Where are Liz and Mary?" You whisper. Going to stand up. Thomas's arm still wrapped around you. Tightening at your movement. Keeping you sat on the bed. Esme speaks next to you.

"Both safe and next door". You nod. Letting Thomas lift the bottle. Letting your drink a large quantity of it before removing it. Placing it back on the side. You breath heavily. Shutting your eyes again as you try and focus on your husband. His warm arm around you. The smell of tobacco and an undertone of whiskey.

"They got Arthur and Michael too". John says. Tommy nodding in response. "I thought you said that we were safe".

"I thought we were too..." He says. Voice quiet as he holds you close to him. Your eyes remaining shut as your breathing becomes steady. You hear commotion from downstairs. You flinch. Eyes widening as you go closer to your husband. Body must still be on high alert from the chaos as you back away slightly. Thomas grips your hand slightly tighter as you watch the doorway. John cautiously going and seeing what the noise was.

"They took my son". You hear Polly say as she storms into the room. The Shelby boys and Esme relaxing slightly. "Thomas they took my fucking son". She says again. "You promised that he'd be safe. You said-"

"Polly". He tries to calm her.

"No. They took Michael. They took my boy". She shakes her head. Obviously trying not to break down fully. "You need to get my son back. Thomas get my so-"

"Enough." He cuts her off. The tone sharp and precise. Sending chills down your spine. "Family meeting next door. Now. John get Finn". The younger brother nods. Going out, shortly followed by his wife. You see Polly's eyes frantic as they look at her nephew.

"Thomas". She says. Sternness in her voice that you can only put down as a Shelby tone.

"I said go next door. I will talk to you there". She clenches her jaw. Borderline stropping out the room as she leaves. Hearing her footsteps loud on the stairs. Slamming the door shut. He moves from behind you. Kneeling in front of you as he rests a hand on your cheek. His other hand still holding onto yours.

"I'm sorry Mr Shelby... I tried keeping the baby safe..." Trying to steady your breathing. Eyes trying to read him. Feeling a couple of tears fall down your cheek. His lips slightly parted as he watches you.

"I'm going to change your out of these clothes, ok?" He speaks softly to you. You nod your head. Feeling him start to undo the buttons of your shirt. You wince as he pulls the sleeve over your arm and hand. More ease on the other, less injured one. Throwing your blood soaked garment onto the floor. You hear him stand up. Opening your eyes you watch as he gets a damp cloth. Coming over he cleans up some of the dried blood on your arm and torso.

Where you'd been holding it so tightly against yourself you'd managed to bleed through your shirt. Tossing the cloth aside he gently places a new shirt over your frame. He kneels in front of you. Watching his eyes scanning your features. As you look down at him.

"I'm going to call the midwife and get her to come and check you and the baby over. I can't see any wounds near the child but I think its best if we check, ey?" You nod. "I need to go next door and have this meeting. Find out exactly what happened and why". You shake your head. Your good hand coming out. Taking his in yours as you plead with him.

"Please don't leave me..." A feeble whisper comes past your lips. He looks at you. Nodding slightly before standing. You keep your eyes on his as he pulls you up by your good hand. One arm holding your hand still as the other goes to the lower part of your back. Letting you gain your balance. Your body still shaking.

"I'm going to find the man that did this to you". He speaks in a low, hushed voice. "I'm going to make him pay. For harming you. For harming our child". You meet his eyes again. Cold. The stare making your breath hitch. You look downwards. Keeping a hold of his hand as he leads you next door. Sitting you down onto a chair before the family meeting ensues.

The midwife came round less then 24 hours later. Checking over you and the baby and confirming that you were both fine. Although your body had gone into shock it doesn't seem to have affected the pregnancy. Once Thomas had heard this news you didn't see him for a long time. Not that he'd left you unprotected. You made note of the various Blinders patrolling outside your house.

It was midday during the weekend. You were playing a game with your sisters when you hear the front door open. You turn quickly. Standing up - mind you a little wobbly - but quickly to see your husband walk into the living room.

Your eyes scanning over his features as you look at him. Lifting his head up to look at you. "I need you and your sisters to come with me".

"Why?"

"Go pack a bag each. I'll wait here". He says. Eyes drifting to your sisters who look at him then at you. "Go". His voice sterner this time. Your sisters having better judgement then you stand up. Scurrying past you and Thomas. Hearing their footsteps on the wooden flooring upstairs. Your eyes dart between his two blue orbs. His stay steady and fixated on yours. "Go". He repeats. You shake your head.

"I want you to answer my question".

"I'll answer your questions when we get in the car and start driving".

"No. No you can't do that. You can't just expect to leave us alone for days. With no contact. No say as to where you've gone. Then turn up expecting me to get into a car with you without asking any questions. No". Reaching up he takes his cap off. Your eyes glancing at the small piece of metal that glints in the light of the room. Watching as he puts it onto the cabinet near the door.

You try to read him. His posture. Placing his hands in front of him as his eyes become steady on yours once again. You keep your ground under his menacing stare. Making a point by folding your arms over your torso. Feeling your hands shaking as you clench them against you.

"I want answers". Your voice a whisper. He takes in a breath through his nose. Exhaling as he speaks.

"Did Detective Campbell try and fuck you?" The sudden question shocking you. Taking you a while to come up with a response.

"Excuse me?"

"Did he try and fuck you?" You flit your eyes between his.

"He may have... suggested such notions... But I refused him. I wouldn't cheat on you".

"You should've told me".

"I didn't see it being necessary".

"I'd like to know when my enemy tries to fuck my wife. I believe that is the reason he hired that man to attack you".

"Because I refused to have sex with him?"

"And to enforce his argument of how dangerous this life is. That this world is filled with blood and violence". You bring your hand to your stomach. Holding it. Rubbing a thumb over the swell of your belly.

"Why do you want me to pack a bag?"

"I'm going to move you and your sisters to a safe house. One that only I and a handful of my most trusted men know about".

"How long will we be there for?"

"Until I have dealt with the current threat and it is safe for you to come back home".

"Who will be with us at the safe house?"

"It'll be you and your sisters. I'll have a man guarding the perimeter who will change periodically. Plus someone else to deliver you food. The midwife will see you when she is needed but she is to come alone and be searched every time she comes". Your hands rest under your stomach. Breaking eye contact with him as you look down. He stays quiet as you process his answers. Nodding slightly before looking back up at him. "Good. Go pack a bag".

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whenever i can’t go to sleep i immediately assume it’s because i’m thinking about how thomas wanted to save everyone all the time and still couldn’t no matter how much he tried

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Sub Gally is now the bane of my existence but GOSH DAMN😩 give me some recs? I wanna try some! It can be fluff/angst/smut I don't mind, just please specify! It doesn't have to be Gally it can be Newt and Thomas as well! I don't know much about Minho but I'd be down to try.

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Die for you

Pairings | Thomas (tmr) x f!reader

Warnings | smut, swearing, hate sex, death/violence, vaginal fingering, handjob, vaginal sex, slapping (once), degradation (slut)

Word count | 2.5k

Summary | you and Thomas would never die for each other

A/n | the plot is switched up a bit in this

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"You just had to come and ruin everything!" You exclaimed, hands balled into fists as you chided Thomas.

You both met in the Scorch. The gladers bumped into you - a lonely immune - whilst they escaped WICKED. Figuring that you'd stand a better chance in a group, you accepted their offer to join them in looking for the safe haven.

It was only once you got to know Thomas, and his irrational behaviour that only ever clashed with your own stubborn mind, that you regretted that decision.

"Oh really? And where would you be without me, huh? Still fighting off those shank cranks I reckon." Thomas glared at you, "you should be thanking me." He added in a mutter.

You scoffed, before saying, "Thanking you? Well that's a load of shit if I've ever heard it."

"Well that's what you should be doing." Thomas stood by his statement and crossed his arms across his chest defensively. You made a sound of anger before storming off.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" Minho snickered as you stomped over to where he rested against some empty food crates. "Is it your boyfriend again?" The boy teased.

You smacked his arm. Hard.

"Ow, that hurt." He whined, rubbing the spot you hit, and you rolled your eyes.

"He's not my boyfriend." You scoffed.

"Whatever you say." Minho hummed with an innocent whistle. You groaned and rested your head back against the crate.

"You're insufferable." Minho only chuckled in response.

You both sat in a comfortable silence for a while, heads lolled back against the wooden crate as you picked at your nails and Minho kicked at the tiny rocks and stones littered in the gravel under your feet.

In the week you'd been travelling with the gladers and Jorge and Brenda, you and Minho had grown close due to your similar sense of humour and snarky attitudes that drove everyone else insane.

By the time you two were heading off to find somewhere to sleep in the run-down building you'd all searched, there was no sign of Thomas around.

Signing in relief, you rolled out your coat so it would cushion your body when you slept, and tucked your pack up close so you could use it as a makeshift pillow.

But before you could attempt sleep, you needed to refill your water canteen; you may as well make the most of having an unlimited, running water supply for the next 12 hours.

You stood up, canteen in one hand and torch in the other, before heading out of the main room where the others - Newt, Frypan, Teresa, Jorge, Minho, Brenda - were all setting up their own 'beds' for the night and into the adjoining room; you all assumed it must've been a public bathroom from the rows of sinks and lines of toilet cubicles.

"Night, y/n." Newt mumbled as you passed him, and you tossed him in unconvincing smile.

"Night." You all stopped saying 'good' a day into your time with them, when you all realised that the only good thing that could happen now would be to reach the safe haven, unharmed.

You huffed a heavy breath as you filled the bottle, tapping your foot against the cracked concrete.

"Finally." You muttered under your breath when it was full. You screwed the cap back on after taking a long swig and shut the tap off. "What the fuck, Thomas!" You exclaimed as you turned around, coming face to face with the boy.

"I'm fed up of this." He whispered, eyes searching yours.

"Of what? Can you move? I want to try and get some rest." You dismissed, moving to step around him. He grabbed your arm, keeping you locked in between him and the old sinks.

You gasped sharply as he pressed you against them, your metal canteen slipping from your grasp. It hit the floor with a resounding clank.

"Y/n? Thomas? Are you two okay?" Brenda called from the next room. Thomas gave you a piercing glare that told you he didn't want anyone to walk in on the scene.

"We're fine!" You called, if a little shakily.

"Y/n's water just slipped from her hand, you know how clumsy she is. Get some sleep, Brenda." Thomas added.

"Okay. Night." Brenda's reply came, although you couldn't find yourself looking away from Thomas's raging eyes.

"We need to sort this out, y/n." Thomas stated simply and you sighed in relief.

"We do. It's impacting on the others. Bringing moral down." All facts.

"Exactly. Now, it's not like I'm going to die for you or anything-"

"Definitely not." You nodded in agreement.

"And I absolutely wouldn't hold your hand if you were scared-"

"Or if you were injured."

"Exactly. But, I think we should shuck it out." You were stunned by his words. Sure, he was hot, but did he really want to fuck with all your companions in the next room?

"What's in it for me?" You asked, all business. Thomas huffed a sarcastic chuckle.

"I'll make it worth you while." He murmured, dropping his head to nip at your neck. You held back a breathy moan, fingers wrapping themselves in his brown locks. "What do you say?" He whispered into your ear.

"Just fuck me already." You breathed, ripping his head away from your neck to smash your lips to his. The kiss was bruising, more like teeth clashing together.

His hips canted forwards, pressing you back painfully into the sink. You whined against his mouth and Thomas grinned slyly.

"Shut up." You whispered against his lips and he chuckled.

You nearly squeaked when his hands tugged your trousers down your legs, so that they rested around your thighs. He hoisted you onto the lip of the sink, your legs pushed back to expose yourself to him.

"Little slut." Thomas observed, fingers pushing greedily into your cunt. You cringed at the wet sounds of you sucking his digits back into you with every thrust. "Did arguing make you wet? Or are you always this ready to go?"

"Oh, fuck you." You moaned, rolling your hips up into his touch. You still had your hands in his hair, and Thomas' teeth were clenched at how hard you were tugging.

"I think you'll find it's the other way round, sweetheart." Thomas grumbled into the skin of your chest before he was unbuckling his own jeans and ripping them down his thighs.

He hissed as he hard cock made contact with the cool air, and your hand found itself around him as quick as you could manage.

"Fuck. That's it, right there." Thomas moaned as you flicked your thumb over the tip. He bucked into your hand twice before pulling his fingers from your entrance.

He held them up, as if to observe, then shrugged and wiped them on your cheek to dry them off. You could barely find it in yourself to care at this point.

You lined him up with your core, and as soon as you had, Thomas was pushing forwards with a strained groan. You mouthed curses as he began to grind into you, his cock long enough to brush that spot inside you with every stroke.

It didn't take long for Thomas to start pounding into you, and before long your fingers were playing with your clit in order to pull yourself over the edge.

When you did, Thomas covered your mouth with his in another sloppy kiss, muffling your cried as your hips rutted against his.

He pulled out slowly, and didn't even help you as you sunk to your knees. He started to stroke his cock at the same pace he was fucking you.

His free hand tangled into your hair at the roots, and he pulled your head back so that when he came it coated your mouth and chin in long stripes of sticky white.

"Shuck, that was good." He sighed as he tucked himself back into his trousers.

You stood up on trembling legs and turned around. You used the sink to wash the come from your face before pulling your own jeans back up.

"Night, Teresa-" you eyes widened the second Thomas uttered another girl's name. Sure, you hated him, be he just fucked you and didn't have the decency to even say the right name?

"You asshole." You whisper-yelled, conscious that the others were probably asleep, and raised your hand.

The slap left a red mark on his face and a sound bouncing around the room. All Thomas could do was give you a vulgar gesture before trudging off into the other room.

You sighed, leaning down to pick up your discarded canteen before stumbling back into the other room.

You tried to be quiet as you shuffled around, getting yourself situated on the floor before Minho whispered beside you,

"I'm glad you got that out of your system. It was driving the rest of us nuts." He grinned and you merely scoffed, too tired and creeped out at the fact he knew what you had been doing with Thomas to do anything more.

...

The tears that gathered in your eyes when you realised Minho was captured were the most genuine they'd been in weeks.

You and Newt both screamed for the WICKED guards to let go of him, but they didn't budge. And they were even less inclined to listen when Thomas piped up with his own protests.

"Give him bloody back, you shanks!" Newt was growling, and it was down to your quick reactions alone that Newt wasn't sprinting after them as they stuffed Minho into a Berge.

Your own aching arms wrapped around Newt's slender waist, keeping him pinned to you as he thrashed and fought.

You surprised yourself with your own strength - Newt must've been worn down if he was unable to escape your hold.

When the Berges were finally out of sight, you released him. Newt instantly fell to the floor, face in his hands and shoulders shaking as he wept over another lost friend.

You allowed your gaze to drift, landing on Thomas as his face glowed red with anguish. His fists were tucked to his sides and balled so tightly his fingers were going pale, the rage over Teresa's betrayal evident in his entire body language.

You couldn't help but mirror his emotions. You still disrelished him, and the fact that he'd barely spoken three words to you since you two fucked didn't help, but you could finally find something you were sure you could agree on: you all needed revenge.

...

"Newt, watch out!" You called as you sprinted down the halls, the tall, blonde boy only just dodging a bullet as one of the guards pulled a gun on you two.

"We need to find Tommy!" Newt shouted over the chaos, and you held back a scoff at the boy's name. He had been separated from you two during the search for Minho.

"There he is!" You said with a grunt as you shouldered the wall in an attempt to swerved a launcher, sending your own flying back in response. The pained cries let you know you reached your target.

You both turned a corridor, and your breaths were coming out in heavy pants as Newt limped to a stop.

"You good?" You asked, brows furrowed as Newt leant back against a wall. "Newt?" You pushed, watching as the boy scratched at his arm.

"Klunk, it hurts so bad." He muttered, tears clustering in his brown eyes.

"Newt?" You asked again, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. You gasped when you say the dark lines streaked down his wrist. "When did it happen?"

"Weeks ago - this bloody thing kills." Newt groaned before pulling his sleeve further down his arm to cover the streaks of inky black. "We need to find Minho and Tommy." He said matter-of-factory before breaking away from the wall and continuing in a sprint.

You grimaced at what you'd just witnessed, but continued after him nonetheless.

"Tommy!" Newt shouted as the brunet came into view, and Thomas' head snapped around to see you running towards him.

"This way!" He called, and both you and Newt gasped in relief to see Minho file out of the door Thomas had been blocking.

"Minho!" You exclaimed, barrelling into him and wrapping him in a hug before quickly parting to follow Thomas and Newt. "It's good to have you back."

Minho winked at you in response before picking up his pace, so you did the same. The four of you darted around corridors, firing your launchers at the attacking guards that filed in from dead ends and other rooms.

"The lift!" Minho exclaimed, pointing ahead, and you all made a break for it, racing across the bridge to reach the glass-covered elevator.

Just as you skidded to a stop before it, Thomas tugging Minho in with him and Newt following closely behind the pair, a familiar voice rang behind you.

Shit.

Janson had found you all, and was stood with a gun to Teresa's head.

"Stop!" He yelled, but you all continued. "Stop or I shoot her!" He added, and you all froze.

Despite her betrayal, Teresa was still very close with Thomas and never said a bad word to you in the short time you were all on the run together.

"That's it." Hanson grinned and Teresa stiffened as he pushed the barrel against her head harder.

"What do you want?" You spat and his eyes seemed to glow as they locked onto Thomas.

"Him."

"No way!" Newt shouted, followed by the protests of Minho. You swallowed the lump in your throat, considering your makeshift plan quickly.

With only one foot in the lift, you could easily pull back and shut the doors before Janson and his crew could reach the boys.

"Come with me, and she's unharmed." Janson bargained, but Teresa shook her head at you. You knew what you had to do.

"I'm sorry." You whispered to Minho, and his eyes bugged in realisation as your foot slid back past the threshold of the elevator.

"Stop moving! Move again and I shoot!" Janson threatened. You took a deep breath, and as quick as you could you slammed the button to close the door.

"What are you doing, y/n?" Thomas shouted through the glass, and Newt's face was one of terror. Minho was already throwing himself against the glass in protest.

"Dying for you." Was your reply as you spun around, smashing your fist into the last button that would send the boys down.

The gunshot was the only sound that followed for a short while.

You screamed at the sight of Teresa's limp body, her blood splattered across the marble floors.

Janson smirked as he lifted his gun to you, and before you could run, he pulled the trigger.

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Will you write a Thomas fic where he tells his girlfriend that he loves her for the first time? Maybe after something angsty happens and he’s just so happy they’re safe? Thanks!!

A/N: Here’s a short 700 blurb. Hope you like it :)

Minho and Alby had gone out into the maze earlier today, they said they would only be out there for a little bit. It’s been 8 hours since they left. Everyone was getting worried; the doors would be closing soon. Some asked if someone should go in there to go looking for them, but Newt told everyone to stay here. You all heard the loud boom of the doors beginning to close. Everyone went running over to them. You were all standing there in shock, terrified that they wouldn’t come back. All the sudden you saw Minho come around the corner carrying Alby by the arm around his shoulder. Alby was knocked out from something, and he had blood coming from his head. You all started screaming for them to move quicker as the doors were about to close. “Come on!” Everyone yelled. They weren’t going to make it, the doors were too close to closing and they were too far away. All the sudden you saw your boyfriend, Thomas, run in between the doors, Newt and you reached for his arm but were too late. You were about to go in after him, but Newt grabbed you and held you back. You were screaming Thomas’ name; tears were racing down your face as the door completely closed behind him. You kept screaming his name and crying, everyone was dead silent. The only noise that was going on were your screams and Newt saying “Shh” trying to calm you down. You fell to the ground in between Newt’s arms. He was rubbing your back as you were sobbing. “He just got himself killed.” Gally stated. You stopped and looked up at him. You were about to go for him, but Newt stopped you. “Let it go.” Newt said to you. Everyone walked away as you and Newt stayed right where you guys were.

***

Newt nor you slept that night, you guys stayed up together in absolute silence as you were thinking about how you just lost three of your friends. You couldn’t bare the thought of losing any of them, especially Thomas. You love Thomas more than anything. You kept telling yourself that maybe he made it through the night, that he’ll be waiting for you at the doors in the morning. Deep down you knew it couldn’t possibly be true, nobody ever survived a night in the maze, but you couldn’t handle this right now.

***

Morning came and everyone went to the doors, waiting for them to open. You all heard the boom again as the doors slowly started to open. You all looked in as they kept slowly opening. No sign of them. You all stood around for a few minutes as if expecting them to appear. You didn’t have any other thought other than “They will be coming around the corner any second now.” After a few minutes everyone started to turn around and walk away. Newt patted you on the shoulder as he started to turn around. You refused to turn around. You couldn’t. You stood there for a few seconds when you heard something coming from the maze. “Bloody hell.” You said. The others heard you and turned around. Minho and Thomas had Alby in the middle, they were carrying him towards you guys. They got back to everyone; other Gladers ran to help them grab Alby. You ran to Thomas. Tears streaming down your face, you jumped at him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Don’t ever do that to me again.” You whispered into his ear. He hugged you even tighter at your words. “I can’t ever lose you.” You said. “You’ll never lose me. I love you more than anything Y/N” Thomas said. Your body instantly tensed up. That was the first time Thomas has said ‘I love you.’ You leaned back and looked at him, worry spread across his face as he watched your reaction to his words. He was about to say something when you cut him off by pressing your lips to his. You pulled away just for a second. “I love you too” You whispered into his lips. He smiled and pressed his lips back to yours. He was safe and that’s all that mattered in the moment.

[mads-weasley]

Can I request thomas cuddling f!glader in the scorch and getting jealous when someone at jorge’s compound flirts with her??

Then...

Thomas x Reader

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A/N: Sorry for the long delay, this is the first night off I've had in a while! Btw, this is such a cute idea!! I hope you like it!! Sadly, I do not own any of these wonderful characters except y/n! Enjoy!!

Warnings: seriously teeth rotting fluff, jealous Thomas?

(y/n) - your name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

Day in and day out, (y/n) walked along with the remaining Gladers through the dreaded Scorch. The once large group of boys, minus (y/n) and Teresa, could now be counted using two hands. The heat and lack of food, water, and shelter was starting to get to them. One day prior, they had lost Winston to the Flare. Leaving him was especially hard on the Gladers. Honestly, it killed the only morale they had left.

“We’re almost to the mountains, guys.” Thomas stated optimistically.

The (y/h/c) whipped around to face him. “Thomas, you know I love you, but can you please stop with the eternal optimism?”

Thomas was taken aback by the sudden outburst from his usually sweet and loving girlfriend. They’d been together since he spent the night in the maze. She was a runner too and they survived along with the help of Minho. A special bond formed that night. They never fought or had any major disagreements, so this was a something new for everyone to see.

A slight shove from Newt shook him from his thoughts. After zoning back in, he realized (y/n) had started walking far in front of the group. Catching up to her, Thomas' mind was lost for words. He didn't want to upset her more, but at the same time, he wanted to resolve the issue if he could.

"(Y/n/n), what's wrong?" He asks softly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She opens her mouth to speak but he cuts her off. "And I don't want a BS answer. Tell me the truth."

She lets out a long sigh as tears threatened to fill her eyes. "It's everything. Winston, this walking, WCKD, all of it. I'm exhausted, Thomas."

Wrapping his arm around her, he nods before yelling to the group behind them. "Let's sleep here, guys. We'll head on in the morning."

Before he could continue his conversation with (y/n), she walked away to get ready for bed. As they all prepared for the night, (y/n) put her small collection of belongings next to Thomas'. Fry, of course, wanted to talk to everyone but was soon shut up because of how tired everyone else was.

(Y/n) closed her eyes, laying on her side, eyes focused on the buildings in the distance, head resting on her small bookbag. Every time she shut her eyes, she saw all of the horrors they'd seen over the past few weeks in the Maze, WCKD compound, and the Scorch. Tears welled in her eyes and she let out an almost silent sniffle. Almost silent.

Feeling a hand snake its way around her waist and a warm body to accompany it, she tried to quickly wipe away her tears so they wouldn't see. So he wouldn't see.

"Everything's gonna be okay soon." he whispered into her hair. "Soon, we're going to make it to the mountains and we'll find the Right Arm."

"Then can we stop? I don't know how much of this I can take."

"We'll finally be safe. Then, we can finally relax and live our lives free from WCKD."

The young girl's eyes start to droop as exhaustion takes over. Thomas notices and runs his fingers through her hair lovingly. "Goodnight. I'll talk to you in the morning. I love you."

~

Jorge's Compound

After making it through the lightning storm and into Jorge's compound, Thomas made sure to keep (y/n) as close to him as possible. Number 1, there were cranks practically everywhere. And number 2, the men all looked disgusting and sent terrifying looks her way.

Once they got out of the "meeting," his worry morphed into a different emotion. He saw her talking to a teenage boy about their age, and jealousy filled his system. Walking up to the pair of them, he spun her around and connected their lips in a kiss that (y/n) couldn't help but melt into.

When they pulled away, the boy was gone and Thomas' face was plastered with a smile. Looking around for the boy, who was named Luke, she realized what had just occurred.

"Thomas, were you jealous?" She asked with a chuckle.

His triumphant face reddens. "No, absolutely not."

"Yeah, sure, bud."

As she starts to walk away, he gently grasps her wrist and pulls her back to him, wrapping his arms around her. "Okay, maybe I was a little bit jealous."

Raising an eyebrow, she peers up at him.

"Alright," he concedes, "Maybe I was a little bit jealous."

"That's what I thought, sweetheart."

[rrickgrrimes8]

Love of her Life ~ Thomas

It all happened so fast.

Faster then anyone could comprehend. It was as if the whole room was frozen except from one person who was determined to save the people they love.

Bang!

The room fell into an eerie silence as the bullet ricocheted out of the gun. The entire group were dumbfounded.

Who has been hit?

Gally hit the ground seconds later. But it wasn't who had been hit as a matter of fact he's the one who held the death machine. Gally had a newly sharpened spear through his chest courtesy of a very pissed off Minho. The room was filled with his struggling breath and the sounds of him coughing up blood. But no one felt bad yes they would probably grieve later but no one could possibly feel bad. He tried to hurt them. He tried to kill them and if not for his shockingly bad aim then maybe he would've succeeded.

"T-Thomas?"

A small meek voice softly spoke. Thomas recognised it almost immediately. "(Y/n)?" He returned turning around to face the love of his life. What he was met with was a distress version of the woman he loves. At first he didn't realise what was wrong or what was happening until he looked down to her shirt where a sinister scarlet liquid stained. Immediately Thomas leaped towards her just when her knees bucked and she fell into his arms.

"B-baby?" Thomas cried softly while stroking her sweaty hair out of her face. "T-tommy I-I'm s-sorry." She struggled against the blood that was threatening its way out of her mouth. The couple fell to the ground Thomas still cradling (y/n) like a child. "Oh god baby oh god." He repeated resiliently while he applied pressure to her pouring wound.

The gladers that surrounded them where all sobbing or they were too choked up to say anything. Teresa has fallen down next to Thomas and her best friend sobbing. Newt was watching over all of them converting his trembling lips with his shaky hand. Minho was in shock at the sight of his bleeding sister.

"I-I'm sorry T-Thomas." She whimpered moving her hand up to his teary cheek. "I-it's okay you're going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay. You're going to be okay." His voice cracked throughout his optimistic words. "N-no I'm no-not" Thomas shook his head profusely. "Yes your are baby. Y-you're going to be just fine. We just need to get you some help." Thomas reassured looking up to the sobbing group.

"G-guys?" "Tommy I'm sorry-" Newt started but Thomas cut him off. "No! She's going to be okay!" He looked around the group again. "Stop looking at her like that! She's not going to die!"

All this did was make the sobbing more incoherent and muffled. (Y/n) moved Thomas' face down to her again and she whipped away the newly formed tears that laid on his puffy cheeks. "I-it's okay tommy." She assured him. "It's okay b-but I'm not gonna m-make it." She sobbed.

"No! No no no! Stop it don't say that. You're okay. You're going to be okay!" "No I'm not baby. I'm sorry but I won't be." Thomas held onto her for dear life and rocked her back and forth gently. "I-I'm going to die here and that's okay b-because you're alive a-and thats all that matters."

"Not to me. You're all that matters to me a-and you shouldn't have done that. I should've gotten hit not y-you." Thomas gazed into her dying eyes. "I-I'm sorry but I did what I needed to do to keep you a-alive." (Y/n) moved her other hand to his empty cheek and caressed it. "I-I love y-you so mu-much Tommy." She coughed. "N-no stop don't say this now. Tell me later when we get out of this hell." Thomas attempted.

"You know I'm not going to make it out of here." She cried painfully. "S-so please tell me you love me back be-before it's to-too la-"

"No!" He interjected. "No I won't tell you that because then it'll make it okay for you to leave me but I won't let that happen. You can't leave me (y/n). I can't do this without you." Thomas pleaded whole heartedly. "J-just say it tommy you'll regret it if you don't." Thomas remained silent. "P-please say it Tommy. P-please."

"I-I c-can't I'm so-sorry." (Y/n) felt herself slipping away from him but she wasn't ready to leave Thomas - she could never be ready ever. But the fact that the world didn't care whether of not she was ready hurt her more then anything. She was about to leave the love of her life and he wouldn't even tell her that he loved her. But the one thing that remotely reassured her was that she'd die leaving him being the love of her life but after she's gone he's find someone else. He wouldn't die having her as the love of his life and somehow that made her feel better.

"I-I'm sorry Thomas. J-just know that- that I-I lo-love y-you mo-more then any-anything." She choked before painfully releasing her finale breath and falling limp in her lovers arms. "(Y-y/n)? Baby?" Thomas shook her roughly as if she had just fallen asleep and need a quick shake to awaken again.

"B-baby?" He squeaked. "Open your eyes (y/n). This isn't funny baby." But to much to his avail she laid there dormant. "P-please." He sobbed uncontrollably pulling her closer to his chest. He looked down to her beautiful yet pale face and kissed her blood coated lips. "Please (y/n) open-n up." The gladers still hasn't stopped crying for her but Thomas just blocked it out and filled it with his own sobs.

"Please baby I-I love you okay? I love you so bloody much (y/n). So just please open your eyes and talk to me." The room fell silent except from Thomas' cries as the door fell through and dozens of armed soldiers cascaded inside. "Everyone out now!" One of the soldiers demanded at the group of teens. "Tommy c'mon we need to go." Newt said gripping onto Thomas' shoulder but he just shrugged him off and pulled (y/n) closer to his chest.

Before Thomas could even react he was dragged back and away from (y/n)'s body. "No!" He screamed attempting to crawl back over to her but the guards yanked him back again. "Let go of me!" He begged but they continued to drag him out of the building and into the scorch. Thomas relentlessly screamed at them to stop but they ignored him and pulled him through the sands and into what he thought could be a helicopter.

"Everything is going to change."

[asmutwriter]

The Gangsta's Wife (Part 1)

DESCRIPTION: (1920) You live a pretty normal life. Living with you're two younger sisters, having moved back to your hometown from when you were younger. This is where you meet the infamous Thomas Shelby who gives you an offer you cant refuse

WORD COUNT: 3507

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WARNINGS: smoking, implied violence, slight sexism, swearing, drinking

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

I have not watched Peaky Blinders so this may not be accurate to the actual TV show. It will also not follow the timeline of the show. But I hope you enjoy.

The three brothers sit around the table inside the little room. The one in their pub. The soft chattering of people outside as they play a game of poker. "Play the next hand will you" Tommy says as his two brothers look at him in shock.

"Can you just run past us what you just said again? I think my hearing must be going as I swear you just said you wanted to get married" his younger brother says.

"You heard me correctly".

"So who's the lucky lady?" The older says.

"I've not found her yet" they both laugh. "I know it sounds like a ridiculous fantasy. I reckon if we got a girl that has no prior relations to us or the type of stuff that we do then people would be more likely to trust us. Therefore wanting us to be in business more. It will get rid of some of the negativity we have surrounding our name".

"I'm sure we could easily find one off the streets for you". The younger teases as he lets out a low laugh.

"I want someone who doesn't get scared easily. Don't want her to get spooked and run off during the honeymoon".

"Well we wish you luck on that journey". The older says as they finish up their game. Calling it a night they head out. Putting on their hats and coats as they start walking. Tommy lighting a cigarette as the three of them walk. His two brothers walking on slightly ahead as he goes to throw the last bit of his smoke down. It had gotten late by now that they didn't expect to bump into someone. Quite literally.

You run down the alleyway. Turning to face behind you to see if he was following. You turn back just as you bump into someone. He grabs your elbow as to stop you from falling straight onto your ass. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry". You stutter out. Eyes going to the alleyway. The strangers eyes fall to your neck. The dark bruising around it. He looks down the alleyway. His hand falling from your elbow as he meets your gaze again.

"Tommy?" You hear someone calling as you dart your eyes between the three figures. Tommy. You know that name. Fuck. Thomas Shelby. You shake your head. You already had enough you were worrying about. You didn't have time for too.

"I- I need to go". A mild panic in your voice as you start to walk away. Your eyes constantly go back to the alleyway. You turn away from him. Bumping into the two other men as you walk past. "I'm sorry. I need to go". They move out your way as you run past them.

Some people would call you a thief. You prefer the term con woman. And a good one you are. Allowing you to be able to steal jewels and money without people noticing. This allowed you to keep up your income. That's what had caused the bruising around your neck though. You got caught by someone who didn't take your petty theft lightly.

You run to your house. Opening the door you pretty much slam it behind you. Your little sister jumps out of bed. Barely giving you time to catch your breath.

"Flo!" She calls out. Hugging you. You hug her back. Seeing your other younger sister opening her eyes at you.

"We were wondering when you'd be back".

"I'm here now" you kiss your sister on the top of her head. You grab into your coat pocket. Pulling out a necklace and bracelet. Followed by a pair of earrings. Elizabeth grabs it from you as she sits up on the bed.

"Oh my god!" She looks at it, holding them up to her ears. "What do we think?"

"Ooh very fancy. Look like a proper little lady". She grins at you causing you to chuckle. She hands them back to you as you put them back in your coat. "I plan on selling them tomorrow. Then we can get that house we were looking at. Until then though we should be getting to bed. Come on". She nods. Jumping back into bed. You pull the covers up over the both of them. Stroking the hair out of their eyes as you grab a blanket. Going over and sleeping on the sofa on the adjacent wall.

You'd managed to sell the items the next day. Getting a good amount of money in exchange for the house. That and your savings from the previous months. You find the current seller of the house you were wanting. Him smoking outside the building, chatting to someone else. You walk over to him. "I'd like to buy this house" you state. He looks at you, eyeing you up and down

"You can't afford it". You reach into your pocket handing him a wad of cash. He looks at the money. Then at you

"Why don't you get your husband to come along. I'll talk to him. Alright sweetheart?" You take out some more money.

"I'm buying this house today". He looks back at the money in your hand.

"Ok then love". He goes to take the money from your hand but you move it away. Holding out your other hand.

"The keys" he chuckles. Going into his pocket he takes out some keys. Handing them to you as you take them. Then handing him the money.

"Thank you gentlemen. Now excuse me". You go and open the front door. Going inside your new house.

A few days had passed. You'd fully moved into your home. Not that you had much to move from your small box house. Your sisters loved the new place. The three of you had been so used to sharing the same bedroom for years that it felt strange to have your own personal spaces. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the privacy.

You walk down the street. Arms crossed over your torso as the winter air chills you. You feel a couple of spots of rain. Quickening your pace in hopes to get home before it starts hacking it down. But you're to late. You quickly run over to the nearest building you can as to keep dry from the poor weather. Hopefully turning the door knob. Open. Pushing the door as you go inside.

Dripping onto the nice floor as you look around the pub. A shiver going down your spine at the warmth from the pub. Empty. You walk over to the bar. Taking off your coat and placing it next to you on the stall. Listening to the rain as you wait for it to calm down. You don't pay much mind to your surroundings. Jumping as you hear a voice.

"I think you're in the wrong place". You turn to look as you jump up from your seat. Two piercing blue eyes watching you from one of the booths. His body slumped against the back of the chair.

"Mr Shelby I- Sorry. I just- its pissing it down out there and the door was open so I-" He raises his hand slightly. Causing you to stop. He tilts his head at you. Eyes scanning over your body before he speaks, motioning at the seat opposite him.

"Sit". You look at the front door. Hearing the wind picking up more. Your body screaming at you to run. Get out of this place. But going against your better judgement you stand up from your stall. Your body tense as you slide into the booth opposite him. He pours a glass, pushing it towards you.

"I'm ok thank you".

"I insist". You look at his eyes. Then at the drink. Picking it up as you take a sip. Placing the beverage down onto the table and passing it back to him. "You're that girl from a few weeks ago".

"I don't know what kind of night you had a few weeks ago but I can promise you that we've never met before". He chuckles at your statement. Your boldness intriguing him.

"You ran into me. You had bruises around your neck". His eyes go to your throat. You shuffle slightly under his gaze.

"Even if it was me then my business is my own". You say confidently. Eyes meeting his as he nods.

"I can drink to that". He picks up the glass. Taking a sip of it before placing it back down in the centre of the table.

"Why are you drinking here alone?"

"Like you said. My business is my own". You nod, half smiling as you lean forward and grab the glass from the middle again. Drinking the remainder of the liquid. Placing the cup down. He takes it, pouring some more. Sipping it before placing it back to the middle of the two of you.

"I should be getting back". As if on cue you hear the rain start to pick up more. "Or maybe not". You say, a slight annoyance in your voice

"Looks like you're going to be here for a while". He says. Motioning at the bar. "Grab another glass". You look at him. Then look at the drink he's already poured. You stand up, going behind the counter and grabbing one. You head back over to him, sitting down as you place the cup down. He takes it from you. Pouring you a glass and handing it to you. That's when you notice the blood on his knuckles. Your breath hitches slightly.

He's fully aware of what you've seen. There's no way he can't know that you've seen his hands. But he remains unfazed. Instead he calmly drinks his drink. Eyes on you as he places the cup onto the table. Watching you. "Do you have a pack of cards on you?" You say. More to try and help your nerves then to make small talk. Avoiding his cold gaze as best as you can as you. He shakes his head as you let out a soft 'oh'.

"What's your name?" He asks as he reaches into his pocket. Taking out some cigarettes. He offers you one. The pack facing you. You reach over, grabbing one out.

"Florence. My friends call me Flo though" you say, placing the stick into your mouth as he takes one for himself. Grabbing out a light he lights his one.

"What can I call you then?" Before reaching over with the lit match. You lean over the table as he lights the end for you. Putting the match out as you sit back down onto your seat properly. Taking the smoke from your mouth as you look at him. Head tilting slightly.

"Flo" you say. Causing him to half smile. He takes the item from his mouth, replacing it with his drink before speaking again.

"You new around here Flo?"

"I grew up here but moved to London when I was about 12. Moved back a few months ago"

"Is it anything like how you remembered?" You laugh slightly. Shaking your head as you trace the top of your glass with your finger.

"I have a lot of fond memories of this place from when I was a kid. But now... lets just say that things are a bit different now that I'm older". He nods. You have some more of your drink. You go to say something else just as the door opens. You recognize him as one of the Shelby boys. John you believe his name to be.

"Tommy we need you back home". He says, his eyes falling onto you as you turn to face him. "Who's the girl?"

"No one" he says. "What do you need help with?"

"Family matter". You stand up.

"That is my cue to leave". You say. Going over to the bar again and grabbing your coat "thank you for the drinks Mr Shelby" you say. Smiling softly at him as he smiles back. Nodding towards you as you head outside. Going past the younger brother half cautiously as you walk back home. You must've been in the pub longer then you remember as the rain has practically stopped by now. Letting you have a relatively dry walk back.

It had been a week since you moved in. Your sisters were at school so you decided to have a day out. Going out the front door. Turning around to lock it. Just as you see your neighbour coming out of the house next to you. You look and see John coming out. You look away quickly. Locking the front door as he turns to face you.

"You're the lass from the pub". You face him and smile slightly.

"I don't know what you mean". He nods slightly. Confused at your dismissal. Looking at your house as you walk into the street more. "Have a nice day Mr Shelby". You smile as you walk off. Trying to get rid of any business you may have with the Shelby family and the Peaky Blinders.

You go on a bit of a shopping spree during your day out. Not buying anything to ornate but possibly spending more money then you should have. Buying fresh fruit and veg, some bread and other necessities. You meet up with one of your friends and have a chat with her. Not anything special. Just about your general lives.

You head back to your house. Unlocking the front door and heading inside. You place the food down onto the kitchen side, starting to put the stuff away. A few minutes go past before there's a knock at the door. You look, unsure of who it could be. Elizabeth and Mary would just walk in knowing you leave it unlocked for them. You go to the door. Opening it. John and Tommy standing by it. Johnny leaning against the door frame. Before you have time to speak (or close the door on them) the youngest brother speaks. A smile on his face that you can't read.

"Mind if we come in?" Your eyes dart between the two men. Knowing full well that you don't have much of a choice in them entering your home or not.

"Sure" you manage to say. Moving out the way and motioning for them to come in. Body tense as they both head inside. You go into the living room "Do you want anything to drink?" Trying to keep your cool as John sits down. Tommy leans against the wall as he watches you.

"No. You see we've come to have a little chat". The younger says.

"About?"

"Are you spying on us?" The older says.

"Why would you think that?"

"You bump into us late at night, then you come into the pub. Now you're living next door". The younger speaks, leaning back onto your sofa as they both watch you. His eyes darting as he expresses his words with his hands.

"Its a small town Mr Shelby. Purely coincidence". He stands up. Turning to face you as he takes his cap off. Your eyes dart to the object before going back up to his face. "I am aware of who you are. What you are apart of. But I am not a spy. So there will be no need for you to use that". You motion at his hat. Your eyes fixed onto his as you feel yourself shaking slightly from fear. Trying to regain your composure.

"We asked around about you. No one seems to know who you are. An introverted young woman. No husband or family. Only recently moved in"

"I am orphaned. My mother died when I was young. Father died just before the war. I lived in London for a while but made some enemies recently so moved back here where I grew up. If that is all the questions you have then I would like you boys to leave my house". There is a pause. John takes in a breath. Placing his hat down onto the side table. Sitting back down on the sofa as he looks at you. Smiling an ever so cocky grin on his freckled face.

"I think I'll take that drink now".

You clench your fists slightly but nod. Going into the kitchen you make them both a drink. Resting your hands against the counter top as you curse at yourself slightly. How did you end up here? You really did not want to make the Peaky Blinders you enemy. But you were unsure if them being your friends was really any better.

You walk back in. Placing two cups down. You stay standing. Folding your arms over your body in an effort to hide your hands shaking. You hear the front door open. Your sisters walking in. "Flo you'll never guess what happened today at... school..." Elizabeth says the last word quietly as she walks into the living room. Mary coming in and grabbing her sisters hand as they look at the two men, then you.

"Why don't you two head upstairs, hmm?" She nods slightly. Her eyes going to the two men before she goes up to her room. Taking her sister with her. You shut the living room door. Shutting your eyes as you lean your head on the door. "Fuck" you mutter. Feeling both their eyes on you. Turning back around as the older one speaks.

"You told us your family was dead".

"No I said I was orphaned. I never said my family was dead. Very different things". He nods as he keeps watching you.

"What enemies did you make in London?"

"None that I can't handle". The younger brother laughs. Making you turn towards him "I've dealt with far worse then either of you boys could imagine. I know how to be safe".

"Don't you get worried about your sisters though?" You stay silent. Watching him. "I mean, the reason you didn't tell us about them must've been so we would never find out about them. Never be able to harm them". The younger says. Almost mocking. You take a step closer to him. Keeping heavy eye contact as you speak.

"If you ever touch my sisters I will personally rip you apart. Limb by limb. Do you understand?" He doesn't hesitate as he stands up. Taking a step towards you.

"Was that a threat?" He says. Starting to walk over to you. Tommy moves, facing towards his brother as he puts a hand onto his shoulder as your eyes stay on each others.

"Johnny" he says. A sternness in his voice making the younger look at him. "Go for a walk". He looks at his brother, looks at you. Mutters something under his breath as he opens the door. Leaving. You hear the front door slam shut. You avoid his eyes as you start babbling an apology.

"I'm sorry about that Mr Shelby I-"

"I want to make a deal with you" he says. He leans against the wall again. He folds his arms over his torso. His demeanour was a lot more relaxed then yours. You couldn't read him though. You turn to face him properly. Your silence making him continue. "I am looking for a wife. I need someone that has no previous associations with myself or my businesses. A positive beacon to my currently negative lifestyle. One that can make me seem trustworthy for future business opportunities"

"Mr Shelby". You say as a soft whisper, your eyes fixed to his as he continues talking.

"You said yourself that you have a lot of enemies. Putting not only your life but your sisters lives in danger. I could protect you. The family you have would be safe. I can provide you with money. New clothes. So much food that you would never know what sleeping hungry felt like again". He takes a step towards you. Bringing his arms down as he places them into the pockets of his waistcoat. "You'd be my wife. You'd come with me to professional settings. Help me gain the trust of people that I couldn't on my own". He reaches down. Picking up both the glasses you poured. Handing you one. "What do you say?"

You blink at him a couple of times. Taking you a little while before processing what he said. "I am flattered Mr Shelby but... wouldn't a girl of higher status be more rewarding for you? I come from nothing. I have nothing to give you". He pauses for a moment. Eyes unmoving from yours.

"Every time I've met you you've shown me a bravery that no one else has. That is something I value more then riches and materialistic items". You nod slowly as you look down. Thinking through your options before lifting your head up. Meeting his gaze as you gently take a glass from him.

"Looks like we're getting married". You softly say as you clink your glass to his before downing the liquid. Him giving you a soft smile before doing the same.

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