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Pairing- Thomas Shelby and Reader

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Pairing- Thomas Shelby and Reader

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Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

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A Gentle Warning

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Wife Reader

Request from @crispynutella

I’ve always wanted to read something about the reader being Tommy’s wife during the whole Grace season 1 arc. Like Grace would be trying to get closer to him but Tommy is not allowing it because he has a wife that he is head over heels for. Jealous reader but quiet version maybe?

Feeling Tommy press a kiss to your head, you dragged your eyes away from the numbers. Offering him a smile, he was fixing his hat on top of his head. He liked it to sit just right, pulling on his leather gloves. He bent again, to press a kiss to your lips. Catching his hand, you pulled him closer.

"Bloody hell, you two are putting me off my fish paste sandwich," Arthur bellowed, with a mouthful of food. Proceeding to wipe the crumbs from his shirt, onto the floor.

"Who even eats fish paste? The war is over remember, Arthur," you teased, letting Tommy pull you to standing.

"Nothing wrong with this, Y/n. Done me no harm, growing up," he sniffed, taking a swig from his hip flask.

Slipping his office key into your pocket, Tommy brushed a loose curl from your forehead. "Can you make sure that's locked, ey?" His tongue ran across his lips, "I have a meeting at the yard, then I will meet you at The Garrison?"

Checking the time, on Tommy's pocket watch you leant against him. "I should be about an hour, I just want to double check the takings," you gestured with your eyes towards Arthur. He was taking another large swig from his flask.

"That's my girl, ey," he mused, leaning closer to your ear. "Might have something waiting for you at home,"

"Might?" you asked, face lighting up, “Like what?”

Grinning to himself, he winked while walking away. “Make sure you walk Y/n to the pub, and cut down on the booze, ey,” he warned Arthur, receiving a grumble in reply.

Watching your husband go, you felt your usual pang of worry. Plus, you knew that would only increase when you got to The Garrison. The new bloody barmaid was all over him, like a fly on shit. You could see straight through her. She wanted him. She practically drooled, when she looked at him.

“That a no, then?” You heard Arthur ask, clearly waiting for an answer.

"Hmm?" you asked, snapping out of your daydream.

"You don't want a swig?" Arthur chuckled to himself, watching you shake your head going back to work.

Reaching the pub over an hour later, you could hear the rest of the family in the snug. Grace no where to be seen. Good. There was only so much of her ogling your husband, you would accept. Arthur held open the door, for you. The whole room fell silent.

Polly and Tommy looking at you, guilt across their face.

“Don’t stop gossiping, just because we have arrived,” you joked, wondering if they had been discussing you or Arthur.

“Just business, love,” Tommy lied, patting the seat next to him. Polly shook her head, lighting a cigarette. You could practically see the anger, oozing out of her. What had Tommy done this time?

“Here you go, Mr Shelby,” you heard, here she was the blonde tart. Placing the drinks onto the table, she smiled at Tommy. A hint of a blush forming on her cheeks. "Let me know if you need anything else," Shooting you a quick look, she reversed out of the room.

Feeling Tommy rest his hand on your knee, you scooted closer to him. He was actually oblivious to Grace's advances. You had observed him, when she was around. He hardly glanced in her direction. But maybe, that was when you were here?

The more you thought about it, the angrier you felt.

"I love you in this dress," Tommy grinned, brushing his fingers over the material. Tilting his head to the side, he pressed his lips against yours. "Was thinking we could go to London for the night, before Christmas? Just us, hmm?"

"I would like that," you beamed, interlacing your hand in his.

"You sure you have time for that, Thomas?" Polly asked, her dark eyes narrowing. "You have a lot to deal with here?"

"And it will all be dealt with in good time, Pol," he countered back, his body tensing.

Standing, you brushed your dress down. "Just nipping to the bathroom," This was your opportunity, Tommy distracted with his family. The pub was relatively quiet. Leaving the snug, your eyes searched for her.

Where the hell was she?

You sashayed across the wooden floor, your heels clicking as you went. The cellar? Tiptoeing down, your adrenaline was racing through your body. You had no plan, of what you were even going to say. Grace was balancing three bottles of whiskey in her arms, when she noticed you.

"Ah, Mrs Shelby, is everything ok?" she asked, in her sickly sweet voice.

Slightly pouting, you debated her question, while leaning against the wall. "Hmm, you tell me Grace?" You purposely spoke slowly, enjoying watching her squirm.

Blinking rapidly, she looked towards the staircase. Panic showing on her face. "I.. I don't understand, Mrs Shelby," Grace took a step back.

Sighing, you held out your left hand. Two gold rings sat upon your third finger. One with a diamond, Mrs Shelby yes that was you. "See this ring?" you asked, showing her, as you slowly approached. "You know what that means?"

Swallowing deeply, Grace nodded. "Yes,"

"Tell me," you smirked at her. "Tell me what you think?"

"That you are married," she responded, glancing upstairs again. Could she make a run for it?

"No need to be nervous," you chuckled, "We are just chatting, just two ladies having a chat. But, yes, you are correct, it does mean that," You were now centimetres, away from her. "So stay the fuck away from my husband, don't look at him, don't talk to him, got it?"

Nodding profusely, you noticed her breathing was shallow. "Yes,"

Looking her up and down, you smiled sweetly. "Good, I will only warn you once," Pushing the whiskey from her arms, you watched it clatter onto the floor. Smashing into smithereens, all over her clothes.

"Oops," you shrugged, walking back upstairs.

Entering the snug again, they all turned to look up at you. "Where have you been, Y/n Shelby?" Polly asked, a knowing look on her face. Sitting back down, you let Tommy wrap his arm around your shoulders.

"Oh, just chatting to the barmaid," you answered casually, leaning to pick your drink up.

"You wanna go home, love?" Tommy asked, stubbing out his cigarette. Totally oblivious, to what you had done. But, Polly knew you too well.

"Yeah, why not? I've finished here," you smiled, looking through the window of the snug. Grace staring back at you, wiping the whiskey from her dress.

Saying your goodbyes, Tommy held open the door for you. Pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Ready for your present now?" he asked quietly, voice rumbling against your ear.

"More than ready," you answered, not taking your eyes of Grace. "Goodnight Grace," you called over your shoulder, letting Tommy take your hand to lead you home.

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Blind Date Masterlist

Modern Thomas Shelby

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Paranoia

Drabble with the prompt-

"He's so obvious... it's embarrasing..."

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader

This was a request, can’t remember who by, sorry !

Opening the door of his bar for you, Tommy guided you through. His hand coming to rest, on the small of your back. Leaning down, his lips brushed your ear. “This way, I can see Arthur and Pol,” he advised you. Steering you towards the bar.

The pub was busy tonight, not even the Shelby’s were in their usual snug. Instead, joining the rest of the customers. After a long week working hard, people wanting to relax. Greeting Tommy's family, you sat beside him. Feeling your body stiffen, as you locked eyes with someone.

Freddie- your ex

Well, you would use the word Ex very loosely. You had dated for a couple of months, until you had ended the relationship. There wasn't a spark there, had been your reason. He was a normal working class man. Too normal maybe?

No danger, no excitement.

Not like with Tommy.

Just over a year, yourself and Tommy had been together now. It still felt new, he was loving, tactile, passionate. You couldn't keep your hands off each other. Unlike Freddie, it was two pumps inside of you and he was done.

Roll over and start snoring. Leaving you feeling deflated.

Seeing him wink at you, you quickly averted your eyes. Tommy hated him with a passion. Without reason of course, he would hate anyone who had ever been with you. He was insanely jealous.

"Y/n? Gin and tonic?" he asked, running his thumb across your knuckles. Eyes sparkling, as he stared into yours. Making your heartbeat faster. God, you had fallen so deeply for this man.

Dragging your gaze away from Freddie, you nodded. "Oh, yes please,"

Watching Tommy approach the bar with Arthur, you found Polly grinning at you.

“You've noticed him, haven't you?" she chuckled, lighting a new cigarette with an old one. Before blowing the smoke towards the roof. Subtly turning her head, she glared at Freddie.

"He's only having a drink, Pol. Nothing will happen, just don't tell Tom, please," shifting in your seat, you positioned your body, so Tommy wouldn't be able to see Freddie.

"You know as well as I do..." she smirked, leaning forward.

"He doesn't miss a thing," you both said at the same time, beginning to laugh together.

"Here we go, ladies," came the voice of Arthur, loud in your ear even over the hustle and bustle of the bar. Shrugging off his over-coat, Tommy paused mid-movement. Meeting the eyes of his arch enemy.

Or, at least that was they way he thought about it.

Freddie didn't break his gaze, as if he was challenging Tommy to look away first. Instead he raised his glass, giving you a little wave. Throwing his coat, Tommy stood back up.

"Is he fucking serious?" he fumed, "I told him he was barred,"

Grabbing his elbow, you gazed up lovingly at Tommy. "Let's just have a quiet drink, hmm?" you purred towards him. "Then we can go home, have an early night, yes?"

Taking a deep breath through his nostrils, Tommy puffed out his chest.

"Please?" you tried again.

"He's so obvious... it's embarrassing," Tommy scoffed, but he reluctantly sat back down. Freddie was no competition, he reminded himself.

Stay calm, stay calm.

Twenty minutes later, Freddie was still glaring over. Tommy glaring back, hardly joining in the conversation. "I'm saying brother, Y/n should leave Marshall's behind. Come and work for us, ey?" Arthur yelled across at Tommy.

Without giving him a chance to answer, you interjected.

"We have already had this conversation, Arthur. I am happy at Marshall's, I run the office now. And if we spent the whole day together, there would be no excitement," you shrugged, picking up your drink.

Stubbing out his cigarette, Tommy chuckled, "Oh believe me, there would be, love,"

"I'm with you, Y/n. You keep your independence, oh shit...." Polly sighed out, eyes darting to the left. Watching Freddie approach, staggering in between the customers.

You felt Tommy's body tense, shaking his head, unbelieving. Reaching the table, Freddie gazed at you lovingly. Ignoring Tommy, as he wobbled regaining his balance.

“Y/n," he hiccupped, "How.... you've... have you ... you been?"

Your heart sank, this was so awkward. Polly was trying to hide her snigger, behind her glass.

"Fuck off, Freddie, before I chuck you out, yet again, ey?" Tommy snarled, subtly shaking his head, as Arthur made to stand up.

Keeping your composure, you smiled back at him. Reaching for Tommy's hand, "Good thank you, Freddie. We were just leaving," you lied, expecting him to move. Finishing your drink, you placed the glass back on top of the oak table.

"That right?" he slurred, ignoring him, you stood up reaching for your coat. This was going to end badly.

“Happy, are ya? Didn't... I didn't think you would whore yourself out," he laughed, as the pub fell into silence.

Standing up, as fast as lightening. Tommy knocked him to the floor, with one solid punch against his jaw. Falling, Freddie landed with a thump. Knocking your table, causing the drinks to spill.

Tutting, Polly began to pat her dress.

"You just won't take the warning will you, ey?" Tommy barked at him, picking him up by the lapels of his coat. "You want more, you want fucking more?"

Spitting blood onto the floor, Freddie began laughing. Hysterically laughing.

“You think I'm scared of you, Shelby?"

Rounding the table, you held onto Tommy's bicep. "You should be Freddie, and it was never going to work between us. You need to move on," you tried, not wanting him to come to nay further harm.

Despite the fact Freddie was in the wrong. You hated violence.

"Let's go," you spoke gently to Tommy.

"Move on?" Freddie scoffed, pulling himself to his feet.

Still unsteady, trying to swing for Tommy again. You pulled him out of the way, feeling a sharp pain against your cheekbone. Freddie had caught you. He had missed Tommy, and hit you instead.

Raising your hand to your cheek, you rubbed gently. In pain, in shock of what had occurred. The whole pub fell silent... you could hear a pin drop.

Gasps from the customers!

Taking one look at Tommy. Freddie made a decision, a stupid decision.

He chose to run....

Before he even reached the door of The Garrison, Tommy and Arthur were chasing after him. Polly clicked her fingers towards the barman.

“Ice," Checking your injury, she helped you back into your seat. "Better get comfortable, we could be here a while,".

You knew she was right, no doubt Freddie wouldn't be causing trouble again.....

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Blind Date Masterlist -Modern Thomas Shelby

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Blind Date Masterlist Three

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