Thomas Shelby x Male Reader

Grace

Tommy stirred awake before I did, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gazed at me. "My beautiful golden boy," he murmured softly, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead before slipping out of bed. He dressed quickly, the fabric of his clothes rustling softly, then headed out to tackle the day's errands. 

I woke up a little while later, the room still carrying the faint scent of our shared warmth. After changing, I stepped out onto the balcony to smoke a cigarette, the cool morning air clearing the remnants of sleep from my mind. With a sense of purpose, I headed towards the bar, the promise of a drink beckoning me like an old friend.

As I entered, my eyes immediately landed on Tommy, who was deep in conversation with a striking blonde woman. Intrigued, I made my way over. "Hey Blake, this is Grace. Grace, meet Blake," Tommy said, his smile wide and inviting. 

"Nice to meet you, Blake," Grace said, extending her hand in greeting. I shook my head dismissively. "I don't shake hands." Instead, I poured myself a glass of whiskey, downing it in a single gulp as Tommy and Grace continued their animated exchange. 

Feeling a surge of restlessness, I wandered out into the alley, seeking solace in solitude. As I leaned against the cool brick wall, a stranger loomed out of the shadows. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Blake. You ready to get your ass beat?" he taunted. 

Moments later, after a swift exchange, I found myself walking back with bloodied knuckles and a swollen nose. When I opened the door to the bar, Arthur's eyes widened in shock. "What the fuck happened to you?" he exclaimed, drawing the attention of the room. 

"Nothing serious," I replied with a casual shrug, lighting a cigarette to mask the pain. Tommy quickly rushed to my side, concern etched on his face as he began to clean the cuts and bruises. I winced as he carefully wiped away the blood, each swipe sending a jolt through me. 

After he tended to my wounds and wrapped my hands, we settled down for dinner. The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter, but I could feel a tension gnawing at me. When dinner was over, Tommy and I retreated upstairs. 

As we lay in bed, Tommy's intuition kicked in, sensing my unease. "If you're pissed about Grace, don't be. She just showed up, and trust me, I wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole," he reassured me, his voice low and comforting. 

"I will never let you go, you're mine and I'm yours," he declared, pulling me in closer and pressing a tender kiss to my cheek. Feeling the warmth of his embrace, I smiled, allowing the worries of the day to drift away as I closed my eyes. Together, we surrendered to sleep, each of us lost in our thoughts of the day's events.