“Meet my family” Those three small words had thrown your mind into a tizzy, their implications huge, knowing how much Tommy valued his family and their privacy. You sat nervously in the back of the car, fussing with the hem of your dress, a light chiffon day dress, perfect for the informal picnic that Ada had no doubt planned for the group. Your mind continued to race, thinking back to the moment he’d said those three words, his crystalline eyes showing a speck of vulnerability, a chink in his armour, the crack in his ever composed exterior. This was it, this was his way of saying I love you without uttering those three impossibly heavy words.
As your feet hit the gravel, you walked beside Tommy and followed a short distance behind John and Esme, who were struggling to direct the children they had brought along, Ada and Karl we’re in front with Polly, searching for a place to sit, and behind you was Arthur, who spoke quietly with Michael, while the latter simply nodded along in his calculatingly quiet demeanor. Your hands once again found the hem of your dress, it’s thin fabric threatening to fray under your touch. You were so intent on watching the children run about that you were startled when a warm hand slipped into yours, a calloused thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back of your hand. Somehow, without imparting a word or even a glance, Tommy knew just what to say to make you feel as though it was going to be alright.
Lunch went off without a hitch and afterwards the children ran off to play by the stream that ran through the park you were in. You seemed to have found the only serene place within the vicinity of Birmingham, the trees lined the edges of the park, a small stream running off through the green sloping fields and into its depths. The Shelbys weren’t nearly as terrifying in this setting, it was hard to be threatening when surrounded by children and in such a tranquil place. Tommy and John had gone back to fetch something from the car, their lazy gate meandering along the path, and Arthur was playing some sort of game amongst his niece and nephews, leaving you alone with Polly, Ada and Esme.
"He loves you, you know.” Stated Polly, casually taking a drag from her cigarette, causing you to quirk your head in surprise, obviously he was fond of you, but he hadn’t yet uttered the dreaded three letter phrase that involved the infamous ‘l’ word.
"Well, I mean I-” You stammered, but Esme beat you to it, a cool, blase expression both on her face and in her voice.
"Any idiot could see it, Tommy has the emotional range of a teaspoon, and he shows even less. While you’ve been here I’ve seen him smile more than I ever have in my life.” The way she sated it, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, causing your head to spin, a small voice repeating he loves you over and over again, a grin creeping up to the corners of your mouth.
"But by God,” Polly began, lowering her voice as she heard Tommy and John approaching once more, brandishing the cake knife, “If you do something to fuck it up, pack your bags and don’t look back, because I will find you, and you won’t like it when I do.” She stared intently at you for a moment, then looked up at her nephews with a beaming smile. We turned to see Arthur walk up, one child on his back, another clinging to his neck, Michael following quietly in tow.
"You seem to be missing two Arthur.” Said John with a laugh, and Arthur could only grin,
“They went off to fetch a ball that Karl here,” he paused to ruffle his nephew’s hair, “ kicked over into the woods.” The group chatted for a moment, Polly passing out plates and everyone settling in, before John’s middle daughter came running from the woods, screaming for her mother and father.
"HELP HELP he’s fallen in, he’s fallen in the river.” She said pointing towards the wooded area where the stream continued off, indicating that that was where her brother had gotten off to.
Looking around you realized that not only was it her brother, it was John’s youngest son, having not yet even reached his 3rd birthday. In a shot everyone was up, John running to meet his daughter, Tommy and Esme behind them, but you were faster, rushing to meet the little girl and follow where she pointed. Noting a small bridge to cross the deeper portion of the stream, you heard her childish voice behind you sobbing, “he walked up on the bridge but slipped”, though this was hard to make out in between sobs.
Having reached the bridge yourself, you spotted a small grey jacket in the river, rushing in the opposite direction, and without a moment’s hesitation you pealed off your own coat and dove in after him. The water was so cold it was shocking, and it took you a moment before you could acclimate and get your wits about you again. Kicking your legs against the current, you shot up from to the surface, gasping for air and looking at your surroundings. On the riverbank, the Shelby family stood, each a vast array of emotion. Esme had nearly cracked her facade, looking with a mixture of panic and fury into the stream to see her son, John, holding back his wife and his daughter while staring intently at the churning water, Arthur with a bewildered gaze and Ada biting her fingernails in anticipation. Tommy though, Tommy was looking at you. His gaze caught yours and he pointed to your right, causing you to turn, just as the small boy resurfaced, panting and gasping before disappearing again.
Reaching him involved little more than allowing the current to take you, and trying to keep yourself afloat, that river rushing past you and it’s screams loud in your ear. You extended your arm for another stroke but by some luck touched some shred of fabric, and snatched it faster than lightning, hauling it towards you.
Feeling the length of the coat, you quickly grabbed the boy by the shoulders, pulling his head above the surface of the water. You held him close to you, and his small fists balled the material of your dress, quite literally, for dear life. You kicked your legs furiously to keep you both afloat, wondering how in the hell you we’re going to get back to shore. Looking around, you saw that the current had taken you at least 10 yards downstream just in your pursuit of the boy, the Shelby family small, shadowy figures in the distance by now. Cutting diagonal seemed your best bet, and by the time you’d made it half way, your legs ached and your lungs burned under the dead weight in your arms. By this point you could faintly make out John’s panicked yelps on shore and Esme’s cries over the roar of the water. Just then, an idea came to you.
"Alright let’s play a game,” you said as the little boy looked up at you with bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks.
"Let’s see how long we can hold our breath okay,” you said fake cheer radiating off you faster than the anxiety. He gave a small nod of understanding.
“Alright ready, one, two three.” and with that you dove beneath the surface, pushing the boy in front of you as you got full use of all your limbs, catapulting you towards the shore. By the time you stopped for air, the water was only waist deep, you with all the strength you had left, you picked up the infant and made your way onto the banks of the river.
Before you’d made it even a few yards, Esme came running to meet you, wrenching her son from your arms, not caring about her now soaking wet dress, sobbing into the material of the boys coat. Wringing out your hair, you set foot on shore, and a large coat was immediately draped over your form, and it wasn’t until then that you realized you we’re shaking with cold.
The walk back to the cars was quiet, everyone calming down from the previous rush of endorphins, everyone fatigued, but no one more than the small boy, who had quickly fallen asleep on Esme’s shoulder. You practically fell into the back of the car, everyone saying their quiet goodbyes and agreeing to meet up later on in Small Heath. You were already half asleep by the time that Tommy sat beside you, and while you we’re sluggish, you curled up into his side, drinking in his warmth against your shivering form. Your eyes we’re drooping and your mind was slowing as you heard Tommy mumble, “ I don’t think they could help but love you,” before running his fingers through your wet locks. And as your brain slowed and your body fell into sleep, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the other Shelby who might in fact also love you.
Driving down the dark, smoky streets, your heart raced. After months of threats, you were finally about to meet the peaky blinders.
It had all started after one of the blinders had beat up a member of your gang, putting them in hospital. Threats had started soon after that and both gangs decided to mutually meet at Small Heath. They promised that they would bring no guns but you wasn’t going to take the risk, you were already a man down because of Tommy’s antics.
“We are here, boss.” Amy said, as she parked the car. You looked up the road and saw all the blinders. Some stood with guns in their hands, others stood with cigarettes.
“You all go up first. Do not get your guns out until they start firing. Pass the message on.” You told me.
All of your members got out of the multiple cars, you could faintly hear them mumbling your instructions to each other. You heart started to race as you watched them walk up. The thrill and excitement was starting to get to you and you wasn’t going to admit it to the members of your group but something about meeting Tommy Shelby had stirred something inside of you. Something good, not bad.
“Which one of you is the leader?” You beard Tommy shout. “All we want to do is talk.”
A/N: I accidentally posted this to my main blog (oops!) so i had to redo the entire post (double oops!). But if you’re reading this it’s finally up so yay! Part two did so well, so I decided to release this earlier than I originally was going to. (Two days after Part 2 instead of a week later!) I’m currently writing part four but based on how long I think part four would be if I tried to end it while including all I want in it I think there will also be a part five but that will most likely be the last part unless I get a lot of people asking for more parts. I have a few ideas for new fics floating around so i might make a vote based thing soon just to give me an idea of what you all would like to see. Okay I’m done rambling. Enjoy and leave me feedback!
John shut the door and stood over leaning against the wall with a still perfect view of you through all of the windows that showed the view of the inside of the betting office. “You finally decided to join us, John.” Tommy stated flatly, while taking the longest drag of his cigarette John had ever seen. John just nodded thinking it better to not take a swing at the beehive knowing he would just get stung. His brother seemed upset and he would usually be worried about that but he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you looked up at him. Or the somewhat reserved yet devilish smile you always had while speaking to him. You were untamed yet very held back. Reckless but reserved. Strong but dainty. You were a living contradiction and he loved every ounce of it. He looked over at you as you walked over to a grouping of filing cabinets. Even your walk was graceful yet calculated like that of a ballet dancer. 'God she’s perfect.’ John thought to himself while staring out of Tommy’s windowed office.‘Why was it so hard to even get to that point with her? Nothing’s holding me back. No wife. She has no man. My family wouldn’t judge me. What was it? I am always the one to make moves on the woman not vice versa.’ John thought while continuing to attend his eyes to your every movement. You had been the most compelling and captivating thing he had ever seen and the second he saw you he wanted nothing more than to tell you everything about himself and to know everything about you. Yet, he still knew nothing about you and you knew nothing about him. Confidence was never usually an issue for John. So this was something he was not used to. Sure he still dropped hints of his infatuation with you but it still was weird to him, not knowing exactly how to treat you. In his mind, you deserved respect but he also wanted to match with your lively, reckless attitude without overstepping his bounds. He looked away from you and tried to refocus his thoughts on what Tommy had to say but his eyes kept wondering towards your figure outside the glass. You looked up at him from the files in your hand, smiling devilishly as usual but this time as if you had an idea. You then started biting your lower lip, sliding your eyes up and down the young Blinder’s muscular figure that was fit into a handsome and sexy looking suit. John was fully engrossed in your every movement. You turned away from him pretending to drop one of the files onto the floor. John almost let out a laugh of impish nature, but stifled it to avoid his brother’s anger. He couldn’t believe you were actively trying to sabotage his attempted focus on his brothers words. You leaned down to grab the file in the most enticing way you could, your rear still in the air. John patted his suit coat in search for a cigar and an urgent need of something to do with his hands and mouth. He looked away for a second trying to be a gentleman but his eyes shot back to your body as if pulled by a magnet. You slowly stood back up quickly glancing at John to see if you maintained his focus. He still looked back in your direction, now puffing on a cigar still leaning up against the wall. You looked away and sat down on your desk, slowly sliding your dress up to your upper thigh where your garters fastened to your stockings. Your hand drifted gracefully along your leg while you did so. Sliding a case of cigarettes out from underneath your stocking, now looking up at John’s wide eyed expression that was transfixed on your body. You slightly giggled to yourself as you pulled one cigarette out of the shiny case. Placing it in between your lips and lighting it with a match. You shook the match out in one single motion, looking at John who’s focus was now on your lips. He followed your hands as they moved back down towards your leg, sliding the cigarette case back in between your leg and the stockings. You slowly covered up the case placing the edge of your dark toned dress at your knee leaving the rest of your leg exposed as you crossed your legs now leaving both legs exposed. John’s eyes darted from your legs to your Y/E/C eyes. Still engrossed in your fearlessness. He grinned cheekily, hiding the smile by bringing his cigar back up to his lips.He now looked at you waiting to see what you would do next. You bent down slightly playing with the shoe of your leg that was crossed over the top of the other. Your chest was now slightly exposed in his direction. He smiled, being more impressed by your actions than he thought he would be. To him you were like a rare piece of jewelry encased in glass and locked away so no one could tarnish you. You untied and retied your healed boots, feeling his eyes on your chest and the smile on his face and then the attention…gone.“John, we have a serious problem going on.” Tommy calmly but agitatedly spoke to the side of John’s head that was facing out towards the betting office. With that John’s head then turned in Tommy’s direction losing focus of Y/F/N and transfixing it onto Tommy’s words. Michael who had stood up to grab a drink from Thomas’s table of whiskey looked through the glass to see you slowly starting to lean up and making slightly embarrassed eye contact with the now amused Michael. “He seems a little preoccupied with Y/F/N.” Michael said laughing at his own words and taking a sip of his drink while watching you readjust yourself, as John slightly clenched his jaw at his cousin’s staring. Tommy looked up outside the glass to see you let your your dress back down to your ankles no longer revealing your legs but still sitting on the desk. Tommy saw you wave towards him and was now slightly smiling. He looked at his younger brother who was now fidgeting with his hat by pulling it off messing with his hair and putting it back on. “Just fuck her already.” Tommy said plainly in more of a commanding tone. Raising his eyebrows as if to ask 'what are you waiting for?’ Arthur and Michael laughed slightly at Tommy’s vulgar honesty. John had a face of shock at first that slowly shifted into bashful laughter. “John, just get out of here. You and I will discuss this business issue at a later time.” Tommy said nodding down at the papers cluttering the desk he was leaning over, staring at John and then nodding at the door as if to dismiss him. John grinned looking back out at your figure behind the glass. Then, grabbed his hat off his head shoving it into his pocket. John shot out of there leaving his cousin’s and brother’s laughter behind as he walked out the door into the main area of the betting office. John was walking straight towards you. And you, slightly apologetically, started towards him. “John I am so sorry. It will never happen again. I wasn’t-” you were cut off by his rough lips colliding against yours. He filled you with warmth as he placed both hands on either side of your head. His hands cupped your jawline and his fingers met at the back of your neck. He pulled you closer leaning down into to you, not letting up. You wrapped your arms around his neck in realization of what was happening, feeling his buzzed hair at the back of his head, pulling yourself up closer to him as his tongue collided with yours. You slid your hands back down gripping the edges of his suit coat trying to pull him closer. You were practically one person moving in sync. 'God he felt good’ you thought. One of his hands moved to the small of your back, surrounding you in the comfort of feeling his attention on you. You pulled away from him breathing hard and smiling foolishly still feeling his also heavy breathing. Eyes still shut in hopes of feeling more deeply. He continued placing small pecks on your lips until the heat of the moment turned into just warmth and you smiling kept him from doing so. You looked up at him as he still held your face. “You were saying, love?” he smiled still out of breath. You laughed over the fact that he just called you 'Love’ thinking for so long that he was an unattainable dream. He was too good for you but you didn’t care. He could have any girl but he chose you. “What are you laughing at?” He said slightly giggling at your adorable chuckle. “It’s just, I thought at your rate it would be three more weeks until we got to this point. You’re pretty slow, John.” You said playfully mocking him, hands still on his chest.“You’re going to pay for that later.” He said just as playfully but more suggestive, one hand still at your jawline tilting your face up to his. “Isn’t kissing you punishment enough?” You laugh slightly lips still millimeters away from his. “Ouch!” He says springing back slightly making a face of pretend pain. You laughed at the goofball that was the man in front of you. “You’re going to have to speed up a little bit if you expect to catch up with me, John Shelby.” You pulled him back down to you, your hands around the back of his neck, kissing him but this time you hear clapping and whooping from his cousin and brother who were exiting Tommy’s office. You feel a smile form on John’s face as he pulls away foreheads lingering together for a moment. You bashfully leaned against John trying to hide your face in his suit coat as you were sure it was getting red. John used one arm to hold you to his chest and another to grab a nearby pencil and toss it at his brother, who deflected it. Arthur was still laughing with Michael as they walked towards his office. John looked down at you. “You want to get out of here?” He said quietly, to which you nodded. He grabbed your jacket for you and placed it on your shoulders. His arm wrapped around you as he walked you out into the street towards his house.
Please, let the movies have Lady!Tommy Oliver/Green/White. If they do, obviously the Pink/Green/Tomberly romance is out since I don’t think this Kimberly is queer. But Trini/Yellow IS. GIVE US A YELLOW/GREEN QUEER ROMANCE BETWEEN ASIAN AND NATIVE SUPERHEROINES, PLEASE.
And it would make so much sense, right? It would fit in PERFECTLY with the characters so far.
*spoilers and proposed plot for next ranger movie*
The kiss was sweet, slow yet firm. Tommy’s tongue swiped over Emily’s bottom lip, his palm moving to cradle her neck as hers grazed along his jaw. Tommy pulled Emily to straddle his waist and ran one of his hands along her hip as she opened her mouth to him. Their tongues touched and Emily swore that she felt something she had never felt before.
Emily seemed to come to her senses as Tommy reached for the buttons of her dress. She stood abruptly.
“I shouldn’ be doin’ this.” She claimed, horrified.
“Why not?” Tommy inquired, his lust-blown eyes slowly returning to normal.
“I’m not a whore anymore. I met you two days ago, I can’t just have it off with you; I don’t even know you.” Emily was outraged at her own behaviour.
“Em, we’re getting married. It’s bound to happen some time or other.” Tommy sighed.
“Don’t call me that. I can’t have sex with someone I’ve just met. That’s why I’m not a fuckin’ prostitute no more.” Emily ranted.
“Okay, we’ll get to know each other then. That’s fine, but you won’t like me when you find out more.”
“Who says I like you now, Shelby?” Emily huffed, trying to fix her hair.
“You can’t deny it, we just kissed for Christ’s sake.” Tommy chuckled.
“Well I didn’t fuckin’ mean to did I? It was fuckin’ your fault. I need to phone Alfie.” Emily stormed out of the room, down the stairs and into the office.
Tommy ran after her, concerned about what Emily would tell her brother, given the chance.
“Don’t tell him I kissed you, because he’ll fucking kill me.”
“I know.” Emily acknowledged, closing the door on Tommy and picking up the phone.
“Solomons’ bakery. Who the fuck are ya?”
“Al, it’s me.”
“Ah, sorry Em. We’ve had trouble with the fuckin’ Italians, so I’m a bit worried.”
“It’s okay, Al, no worries. I just thought we could have a bit of a chat.” Emily giggled at her brother’s stress concerning the Italians. “Do you want me to call Sabini? He’s always been a bit soft for me, ain’t he?”
“No. Not a fuckin’ chance. I want your fuckin’ gypsy husband to keep you exactly where you are. Can’t have somethin’ so special involved in a gang war, can we?”
“Fine, it’d make the whole thing a lot easier though. Anyway, about my so-called fuckin’ husband…” Emily began, not knowing how to phrase what came next.
“What? What the fuck did he do? If he’s fuckin’-”.
“He kissed me.”
“I’ll fuckin’ kill him. I don’t want him to fuckin’ touch you again, understood?”
“The thing is… I kissed him back. I didn’t want to, but I did all the same. Now, I don’t know what the fuck to do, because I like him, Alfie. I just wish I fuckin’ didn’t.” There was complete silence on the other end of the phone.
“For fuck - you can’t give me a simple life, can you?” Alfie chuckled quietly. “Don’t go fuckin’ ‘im just ‘cause you fancy 'im a bit. We can use this, Em. Find out what he’s like and if he’s the sort of man you want to marry and if you still like him, you can do whatever the fuck you want, as long as I don’t have to see it or hear about it.” Alfie and Emily laughed together, agreeing on the plan.
“Right then, put the Peaky fucker on the phone. I want to speak to 'im.”
“Okay, just don’t fuck it up. Hold on.” Emily gently placed the phone on the table, walked to the office door and found Tommy outside.
“Alfie wants a word with ya.”
Tommy slowly entered the room. Emily picked up the phone and said her goodbyes. She then passed the phone to Tommy and sat on the desk next to him.
Tommy gingerly pressed the phone to his ear.
“Thomas, pleasure hearin’ from you. I’ve heard you’ve been snoggin’ my sister.” Emily smirked as Tommy gave her a mock death stare. “Question is, where the fuck are the men you promised me?”
“On their way, Alfie. It’s a long boat ride from Birmingham to London.”
“If they don’t get 'ere within the next three days, right, I’m havin’ my sister back. Is that okay with you?”