#John Shleby

[majesty31]

𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚢 | 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚗 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅. 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒃𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾! 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒅𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒋𝒐𝒃, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐.𝟓𝒌

You had been dating Finn Shelby for a year now, and not once had you and him had sex. Finn was more of a quiet kind of boy, along with sweet and shy. You loved that about him but you also had needs.

Even though you were working your mind couldn't keep Finn out of your mind, the sinful thoughts made a blush rise every time. The two of you hadn't gone far at all, you haven't even felt his hands anywhere near the places you needed.

Finn would always stop when it would get a little heated, making up some excuse every time. You loved Finn and would never push him to do anything he didn't want to but today might be hard. You have been sexually frustrated the whole day and you needed a release, something you wouldn't be able to do on your own.

You were on your way to Finn's house, knowing that he was home alone because his sibling were all out having some type of reunion at his brother John's.

As you neared you started feeling a little bit nervous, you hadn't gone far at all with him, and now all of a sudden you wanted to go all the way.

You evened your breath once you approached his door. You brought your hand up and knocked on the door, feeling a little bit shaky. The door opened, and to your surprise, it was Isaiah who stood in front of you instead of Finn.

"Oh hey Y/N, what are you doing here at," He looked down at the watch that was on his wrist. "12:36" He looked up at you again. You blew out a nervous breath and smiled.

"I thought you were going to be at John's," You said, the feeling of turning around and heading home too deep, but you planted your feet to the ground and forced yourself to stay put.

"Yeah I was going to but my da thought it would be better if I stayed back," He replied. "Did ya want to come in?"

"Yeah, thank you," You said once he opened the door wider, letting you slip in past him. Your eyes wandered about the house, trying to see if you could spot Finn.

"Oi Finn your women's here!" Isaiah shouted, brushing past you and made his way into the sitting room. He took a seat on the sofa, but not before he took the whiskey from the small table in front of him and put it to his lips.

Finn walked into the room making you turn your head to look at him. The nerves in your stomach clenched and you couldn't help the way your eyes trailed down his body, taking in everything that made him Finn. When you moved your gaze back up just as slowly the reason why you had come found its way back in your head and the nerves slowed.

"Y/N?" Finn questioned, your eyes flew towards his. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you saw that his gaze was on you, confusion along with lust mixed within his face telling you that he saw how you were looking at him. You held his gaze as you took off your coat, slowly placing it on the sofa the was sat in front of you.

A chuckle filled the room making both you and Finn break eye contact and look towards Isaiah who was still sat on the sofa. He shook his head before he stood up, taking his coat from beside him and sliding it on.

"Show him a good time Y/N, then maybe his bloody brothers will stop teasing him about being a virgin," He remarked, a small smirk on his face. Isaiah looked at Finn who was glaring at him, this only made an amused look form in his eyes as he left the room. The only sound after that was the sound the door made when it closed, leaving you alone with Finn.

And just with those words that Isaiah had said, the nerves made their way back into your stomach. Your gaze slowly wandered back towards your handsome boyfriend who stood in the same spot, glaring at the door where Isaiah had stood just moments ago.

"Finn?" You questioned, slowly making your way towards him. You took his hand in your own making his gaze drop down towards you. You were average height but even then Finn towered over you, with him being a head or more taller.

You brought his hand down on your chest, right over your heart which was beating at a really fast pace. His gaze fell to where his hand was placed but soon moved it up to meet your eyes, a hungry look in his eyes.

"You feel that?" You purred. "That is for you Finn. If you were to move your hand further down you would feel what you really do to me," His breathing started getting more heavy, his gaze falling down to your lips that were slightly parted.

You moved onto your toes and brought your lips up to connect with his. You melted into him, moving your lips with his trying to taste every part of him you could. You brushed your tongue over his lip making him pull back.

"Y/N," He breathed, his eyes meeting yours. You sighed pulling out of his grasp. Your eyes fell to the floor.

"Do you not want to do it with me?" You asked hurt laced in your voice. He took your face into his hands, bringing it up to look at him.

"I do, so much," He paused, more like hesitated. "You're not a virgin, I feel that I wouldn't be able to give ya the pleasure that you want," His eyes fall towards the floor, making your heart swell. The reason why he doesn't want to have sex with you makes you want to do it even more, not for your sake but for his.

"Let me show you just how wrong you are," You whispered, taking his hands and leading him towards his bedroom. You closed the door behind you and made your way toward Finn. His nervous eyes met yours but he didn't back away, instead he placed his arms around you once you reached him.

You brought your hands to his neck and pulled him down to your lips in a slow kiss. You wanted to show him how much you loved him, you wanted him to feel it the day after so he would never forget his first time.

You took your time kissing his bottom lip, sucking and biting it softly which led him to let out a soft moan making your legs grow weak. You didn't pull away as you pushed him onto his bed, climbing on top of his tall body.

Your hands trailed under his shirt, feeling the way he tensed every time your hands made contact with his soft, warm skin. You pulled away for a couple of seconds to take his shirt off before finding your lips back on his, sliding your hands over his arms only to grip at his biceps that flexed under your soft touch.

Your hips started moving in slow circles against his, trying to relieve some pressure. You heard a low groan from beneath you, his fingers gripped your hips tighter. You felt something push up against your sex earning a moan to leave your swollen lips.

You pulled away from Finn only to leave open-mouth kisses along his jaw. and down to his neck. You sucked at the soft skin, possibly leaving a mark that would be seen in the morning. A groan left his lips when you started moving your hips faster.

You looked at him once you started unzipping his pants. His breath was heavy and his eyes never left yours but you could see that he was nervous.

Once you got his pants unzipped you slowly pulled them off and threw them on the floor, leaving Finn in just his underwear while you were fully clothed. The bulge that was in his boxers was really noticeable and you couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips.

You lifted his leg and started kissing and sucking his inner thighs. A groan left his lips, his breathing getting more and more ragged and you had beardy even touched him.

Your hand made its way towards his crotch and slowly started rubbing him. He closed his eyes and moaned. You slipped his boxers off of him, making his cock spring out. You were surprised at the size of him, you knew he would be big but not this big.

You softly took his cock in your hands, taking the pre cum that was on his tip, and slowly started pumping him. He gripped the bedsheets as a moan left his lips. This only encouraged you, making you lower your head and place your lips on the tip of his cock, softly sucking it. His head shot back, earning a low whimper to leave his parted lips.

"God Y/N," He breathed, making your eyes lift up to meet his beautiful ones. The look on his face made you almost lose it right then and there. His lips were parted, his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes hooded, looking right at you making you feel like he was able to read all your dirty thoughts.

You relaxed your throat, taking half of him and using your hands to stroke the rest of him. The sounds he was making only encouraged you, leading you to move faster. His hand found its way onto the back of your head, holding you in place, as if scared you would pull away at any moment.

You pulled back, only the tip left in your mouth, knowing this was the most sensitive spot and taking extra care of it. You sucked slowly, your tongue rolling over it leading Finn to let out a breathy yet low groan, his head shot back, eyes closing and realing in the feeling.

You pulled up and off of him when you felt him twitch, as much as you'd love to suck him dry you wanted his first orgasm to be in you. His breathing shook, his eyes opening and gazing down at your form that lay below him, confusion in his eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" He panted. You moved up, taking his lips into your mouth.

"I want you inside me," You whispered against him. You slipped off your dress in one swift move and threw it onto the floor. His eyes went down to your breasts that were now exposed and he slowly moved his hands up, cupping them in his much laugher ones. You threw your head back when he started rubbing them, a sigh leaving your lips at the feeling.

He moved his lips, taking one into his mouth and softly sucking, earning a moan to leave your lips. Your hand found his hair, fingers softly pulling and playing with his soft locks.

He gave the same attention to the other, his eyes meeting yours as you gazed at him. He pulled away, still rubbing them with his fingers as he spoke.

"You like that?" He questions, lust along with pure love shown in his eyes. You nod, your core dripping at this point and you couldn't wait any longer. Your panties were gone before he even noticed.

"But I'll like this better," You whisper, taking his cock into your hands before moving it towards your pussy. His eyes wouldn't leave you as you hover over him his tip rubbing your soaking entrance, giving both of you a moment before sinking down all the way.

Your world stumbles as you slide down on him, your hips readjusting as your cunt swallows him whole. His head shoots back, a moan living both of you at the feeling. You take a little to adjust to the size of him, not moving only taking a breath in and out.

His hand's grip at your hips, hard as you start moving, hips rolling causing the both of you to moan, and soon your bouncing on top of him.

A groan is ripped from him while your head falls back, barely having the strength to move up and down but wanting to chase the slowly coming up high. Finn sensing this flips you over onto your back with him hovering on top of you.

You clench at the new feeling and position, gripping his biceps for support as he pounds into you. It's fucking beautiful- the way you whimper and fall apart as he fucks you. The sweat that glistens, the sounds you make. His eyes never leave you. Not once.

His head finds its way into your neck, slowly biting and sucking on the skin. A moan falls from your lips, one of his hands gripping your leg, lifting it slightly.

"You feel amazing," He breathes, taking your lips into his. His hands grip your legs harder and lifting them up higher, making him go in deeper.

"Finn," You moan, throwing your head back as he hits that spot inside of you. One hand gripped his bicep while the other scratches at his back leading Finn to hiss at the pain.

His hand slips between you two, rubbing fast circles onto the bud.

"Don't stop. Oh, fuck don't stop," Your close, so close. "I'm coming!" You moan, clenching around him, his head falls back as he groans, seeming to be at his peak too.

A pinch. That's what it takes for you to come undone, legs uncontrollably shaking as you come all over his cock, closing your eyes and gripping onto him as if your life deepens on it, screaming out his name as your high washes over you.

Finn grunts, pounding into you as he fights to get to his release. It was sure to have you bruised. Your walls clench hard, squeezing him hard. And then he cums.

Profanities of all sorts leaving him as he spills every last seed inside of you. Making sure to make you filled up with his cum along with your name falling from his lips.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, inspecting his work. He pulls out slowly, lowly groaning as his cum leak out of you and onto his tip. He collapses beside you, still breathing heavily.

You smile before turning to face him, his eyes were shut but opened when you moved his hair out of his face. He smiles at you, giving you a soft kiss before draping the blanket over the both of you.

"I love you," He whispers as he pulls you close to his body. You snuggle into him, feeling right at home like this, in his arms.

"I love you too," You let your eyes fall closed, tiredness coming over you so quickly that you don't even try to fight it.

"My brothers were right. Sex is better than whisky," Was the last thing you heard from him before you fell to sleep, feeling a soft kiss on your head that followed right after.

He was worth the wait.

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[mindful-of-ideas]

Headcanon: Peaky Blinders

-Being the second youngest Shelby and being really close to John and Esme (fem!reader)

A/N: requested by anon right here, thanks again! Sorry for being a little late, I hope you like it.

As a kid, John always tried to shelter you. All of your brothers did, maybe trying to protect your innocence for just a bit longer, but John was the one who was trying the hardest. Arthur just didn’t know how and Tommy, as much as he wanted to shelter you, needed to make sure the rest of the world wouldn’t eat you right up.

Not having a mother was really hard. Sure, you had Polly and Ada, but it never felt like having a real mom.

Still, your childhood was filled with beautiful memories. You remember the boys taking you and Finn out whenever they could. You would go to the beach or just run in a field of flowers. Every day out of Birmingham was like a blessing to you. You couldn’t stand its ashy damp streets and its misery that seemed to seep out of every crack in the walls. John was always there to make sure you wouldn’t forget those beaches and fields.

“Y/N!” John called out coming up to you and Finn sitting on the ledge of the bridge, throwing rocks in the water. “What?” you asked, trying to slick back your hair that was getting frizzy from the humidity. “Look what I got for you,” he said pulling out the prettiest seashell out of his pocket. “Wow! It’s for me?” “Of course!” he said stuffing it in your hands and ruffling your hair.

Seeing you happy was enough to make him smile.

Then John got married and had children, and already you could feel the two of you drifting apart. You hated that. You hated it because you were jealous of his kids. You, you were his kid for so long and now you could see how easily you could be replaced. You hated it because those kids had a mom, which you could never have. But mostly, you hated it because you felt so bad about being jealous that you were the one who decided to put some distance between you and John. But it didn’t last very long.

“Y/N? Come here!” John said, hearing you walk in the house, “Come here I said!” he said grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, “Come sit with me for a second, will you? We barely talk anymore, what’s going on?” He pulled you onto his lap “I don’t know…” you said, “Why would you even want to talk to me anymore…” you mumbled. “What was that?” “Nothing…” “Y/N?” he said putting his hand on your head and pulling you close to his chest. “You’ve got your own kids now, why would you spend your time caring for me?” “I will never stop caring about you, Y/N. You’re.. you’re like my own kid, okay? Don’t ever forget that.”

After that, you stop being afraid to hang out at John’s place and you grow quite close to Martha too.

But that all stopped when the war started.

You got really scared when John was sent away to fight. It felt like the world had decided to rip away the only beautiful thing in your life. You were scared that everything was going to go dark while he was away. And what if he never came back…

While John was away, you were always around to help Martha. You helped her with the groceries, watched over the kids or even cooked. She was really nice to you too. She would brush your hair, braid it, let you try on makeup, and dance with you in the kitchen.

But John came back and she was the one who ended up leaving you. It was really hard on you. You stayed locked in your room for days, barely coming out to eat. John would sit in front of your door trying to coax you out. You could hear him cry sometimes. And you cried too. Because you missed Martha. Because you wanted to be there for the kids. Because you were supposed to be the one making John smile.

You got out of your room, slowly sitting down on the floor by John’s side. You weren’t crying anymore, but couldn’t really bring yourself to smile. You rested your head on his shoulder. “Do you remember her favourite song?” you asked quietly. “Of course I do,” he said,” she will dance to it all the time. You did too.” “So did you,” you added. “Maybe we could put it on… and dance…” “I think I would like that…”

At first, you were completely against John marrying Esme. Why would he marry someone he doesn’t even know! And why replace Martha! You understand it, of course, from a business and strategic point of view, but that’s all.

It doesn’t take long for you to notice how happy John is with her. So as much as you want to hate her, you can’t bring yourself to do so. When John finally presents you to her, you can’t hide how happy you are.

“Y/N, this is Esme, my wife,” John said proudly. “Hi,” you said, waving your hand shyly. “So you’re the famous Y/N,” Esme said, crouching to be on your level. “Famous?” you asked curious. “Yeah, famous,” she said pushing back a strand of hair behind our ear, “John can’t shut up about you, acting like a proud dad and stuff.”

And that was enough to make you fall in love with her. After everything, the war, Martha’s death, you felt like you were going back to your old self. You were happier than ever, always smiling and ready to help out.

Esme was really grateful for you too. John’s kids were still young, and seeing you close to Esme, trusting her, made them feel more comfortable around her. Very much like Martha, she took care of you, but unlike her, she wasn’t trying to keep you in the house. She would push you to go out and explore the world on your own.

You could tell something was wrong when her cocaine addiction was getting out of hand. You tried your best to be kind to her but she always seemed down and moody.

“Esme,” you said unsure. “What is it, sweetie?” “You… you… you look like you’re not feeling well,” you finally said. “I’m okay,” she mumbled, “don’t worry about me.” “But I can’t help it!” “Come here,” she said, quickly wiping and tear from her face, “Come on, smile for me, you’re our ray of sunshine aren’t you?” “Yeah…” you said smiling weakly, “But Esme, I really am worried…” “Shhh, let me do your hair for you,” she said spinning you around, “That will put a smile on your face, right?

Moving to the countryside estate is probably the best thing to ever happen to you. Esme was the one to invite you, saying that this could be your first step to getting out of Birmingham. It feels like living in a childhood memory. You would enjoy long walks in the field with the dog, drinking tea on the terrasse and watching the sunset over the trees. You were older now, of course, but you would still fall asleep to John telling stories to his kids.

It all gets destroyed, torn apart, when John is killed. A big red stain is spreading across your perfect life. You can’t stay there anymore, it makes you feel sick. You try going back home, spending time with Finn, then going to Ada’s, but nothing seems to be working. You start to spiral down

If people doubted you were a Shelby, they believe it now. You’ve been up to all sorts of troubles, petty crime, drinking, and fights, but nothing could fill the hole in your chest. Ultimately, you wound up getting a bunch of guys really pissed off. Something about you being a prude or something. You were so drunk by then that you could barely remember what they said. You could however remember how scared you were when they cornered you in an alley near the Garisson. You could remember how badly you wanted John to just show up and get you out of there.

It was Esme you showed up. She had been looking for you ever since you left the countryside estate. She brings you back home and tends to your wounds, making you feel at home once again. 

“I didn’t mean to cause that much trouble,” you said. Esme was finishing up the bandage on your arm. “It’s alright Y/N,” she said,” don’t worry about it.” There was a long silence before any of you spoke again. “Why are you doing all this?” you finally asked. “Cause I care about you,” she said, picking up a hairbrush and sitting behind you. She was taking her time, slowly detangling the knots in your hair. “But…” you started, not knowing what to argue. “Cause you’re like my kid,” Esme said, cutting you, “And I’ll be there for you no matter what!” You turned around, suddenly hugging her. “I love you,” you whispered in her ear. “I love you too,” she whispered back hugging you tighter.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

La Dolce Vita - Masterlist

Part I - Inferno

Part II - Purgatorio

Part III - Paradiso

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[sadattemptofawriter]

Dual nature ( Thomas Shelby x female! OC)

Chapter 3 - be a man

She, now referred to as he, did finally managed to fix the broken hoof. It was grueling work as most things are in Birmingham and she got herself injured a few times in the proses but she got the job done and that was all that mattered. It did not matter that the horse, ‘crown jewel’ they called him, stomped her foot twice and bit her trice. It absolutely did not mater that she burned her hand while working with the white hot iron of the horse shoe either. The only thing that does matter is that Thomas Shelby, the peaky devil, was pleased with her job and she now had a proper employment with them.

A job. She smiled to herself as she pulled her hair tight under her dark gray cap. A real job. Honest work, respectable work, with good pay to boot. It was more than she thought she would ever get. She was putting her skills to use and it did not involve sitting in a dimply lit room with stupid yarns and needles nor did it involve her spreading her legs.

Looking herself in the small mirror of her room she noted that, Mr. Strong was right. she did look like a scrawny boy. Her beautiful feminine curves now hidden behind tight bindings that give the illusion of firm pecks and loose purposefully ill-fitting clothes to push the ruse of the youngest boy from a working-class family wearing his older brother’s hand-me-downs. For the first time, she was thankful to the soot and dirt of Birmingham, that seemingly has covered every pore and crack of her being. Because thanks to them, her face was perpetually covered in dirt and smoke, soot and cinder simply from walking past the factories. Her girly face, covered and hidden. Her rosy cheeks, turned gray, flickers turned to black spots, lips turned dark from grime. No trace of a soft young woman.

Good. She tells herself as she picks up her pace on her way to Charlie’s yard. Remember, Minerva is no more. You are Byron. And you’ll do anything to establish yourself as such.

“Good morning, Charlie. Good morning, Curly.” She says upon seeing the two men just biggening to start up their day as well. She grinned. No mater how earlier she tried to get up, those two always beat her to it.

“Morning boy. I see you’re up earlier than even before.” Charlie says with a nod. His face may be still a cold, distant ghost but those blue eyes had warmed up to her. She reconned it was something most elder men had, a general fondness for the youth. Weather girl or boy, the elderly, seemed to care for them all. Was it that they saw us as their children? Grandchildren? Or perhaps it’s our vigor and stubbornness – stupidness – that reminds them of their younger selves. Was Charlie Strong seeing a son? Or a distant memory of himself?

Who knows.

I think even I’ll never know.

I doubt even he knows.

“what’s on the agenda today?” she asked.

“Tommy is arranged to buy a new horse. Yes, he has. We have to fix up a place for him next to Monageng boy. Nice and spacious for him to stay in. yes that’s right.” Curly went on as he led the way with tools in hand.

“Yes sir.” I said as I followed hot on his tail with my own tools in hand.

That’s how most of the day was spend. With me and Mr. Curly in the stables. After taking care of every single other horse, cleaning them, brushing their hair, cleaning their hoofs and so on. It was peaceful work. Hard work but peaceful, meditative if you will. It almost was as if my soul would leave my body. After that, we did exactly as Curly had said. We began to rebuild a section of the stables that was previously used as storage into a fine section for a horse that was coming soon.

“Well, this is as much as we ae going to finish today.” Charlie said as he came into the stables. His face sweaty and slightly grimy. The started his day always looking impeccable – as impeccable as working-class gypsies in factories can get – and by the time it was lunch time he was a walking ball of sweat and mud. Still much better than me, who has tripped on horse shir trice now.

“Noon already?” I ask as I lay aside the shovel, try to walk towards Charlie Strong and the door way out and proceed to trip on a pile hey on the ground and fall.

Charlie almost mediately laughs. Not the loud full belly laughs of Arthur, nor the mischievous mocking snorts of John, both of which I was hearing as I see their looming figures emerge behind Charlie’s. Charlie’s own laugh though is more like a scoff, as if he refuses to give me the satisfaction that I made him express anything.

“How is it that whenever I find you, you are either on yer ass or on yer face? Eh?” says Arthur.

“Hello Charlie.” John smiles. Seemingly the only man here who knows manners. Some manners. “Taking a nap Byron?”

“No!” I grumble as a I get up. “This is the fourth time. I keep falling… I think on this exact spot every time. Be honest with me, did you pull one of those gypsy curses on me? one that would make me fall? Or better yet, one that makes me embarrass myself?” this I say jokingly to John, between all the Shelby boys that I have met, he is the one most extreme with his emotions. This makes him very trigger happy, razor happy, punching happy but also a genuine jokester when he wants to be. If I read the room and the air around him well, I’ll be able to get away with a few jokes here and there. Given that Tommy Shelby does not hand me the death card.

“Nah. That’s all on yer own shit luck, little man.” He laughs as he chews his toothpick. “Come on, you been working awfully a lot lately with tommy hellbent backwards over his horse,” john points to the stallion in question who had his big heavy head in a bucket drinking. “why don’t you come with us to the Garrison and have a drink with us eh?”

It was said all-in good-natured humor, with a devilish smile and an arguably boyish dimple. But those eyes. Those eyes that were cold like ice, like cold dead frozen frost on a dead stags’ antlers. Not just frightening but also a telltale of death and all that comes with it. he would not accept no for an answer. There was never an option of no with these boys, these men. And their humors and smiles and laughs always masked it, but never concealed it.

“Of course. Let me clean up a bit then. Yes?” I try.

“No need mate. Here.” Arthur grabs a wet rag, one that I had been using to clean the horses and put a little shine on them, and proceeds to forcefully shive my face in it. momentarily panic aside I realized he is jokingly wiping my face. With a sinky, wet rag. For horses. “There you go. Now let’s go.”

I laugh it off as well. Men and their jokes. For some reason girls and later women never do such practical jokes on another. Or at least the equivalent of. With men, you push them, punch them, swear at them, say rude things about their sisters and after good minute of brawling they are best pals and all is well in heaven. But if you do this to a woman? God forbid, you nudge them in jest.

We walk out of the yard and I watch the people part a way for them – not me, them – like Moses and the Nile. Ever since I began my work for the Shelby’s that day I have been seeing this sight every time they walk and I never get used to it. women turn away not necessarily in fear, not at least the same fear they have when faced with a lecherous drunk, kids hide but peak curiously from their little hidey holes and if he is in a good mood, John would wink at them or boo them. Scare them off to their mothers. But the men, they had a reaction more visceral than anything I had seen.

The wild, rowdy, rude disgustingly vulgar men who would piss and spit on the shoe of any random person their didn’t like, these very same men would part ways, stand on the side of the walls like children when the school headmaster walks past them. They would look down and only down and their shoes as if they are the most fascinating thing in the world. They would take their hats off and bow their heads. “Hello Misters Shelby.” They would say. “Evening misters Shelby.” – “have a good day misters Shelby.” – “it’s on the house misters Shelby.”

How truly fascinating.

Is this what being a powerful man like? I think to myself often. Because I have seen men without power. And I have seen women in power. But nothing is quite like this. When a woman is in power, I think from what I’ve seen from being with my mother, there are two types of men usually.

The first, are the men who hate it. or resent it. they have some problem with a woman in power. Either they envy her, resent their own position, they want to take their woman in the kitchen or something. They ridicule the women, talk shit behind their back. Call them mean bitches, nasty shrews or moody cunts. The term moody mare was used so many times. This specific type of men, even when in a position lower, would still act like annoying little know-it-alls. We dealt with them plenty of times during the war. When dad and the boys were away and we were trying our best to keep the training business afloat. They were simple workers. New higher. And they still acted as if I – the girl who learned to ride long before I learned to walk – didn’t know the difference between a stallion and a filly. Their vulgar jokes about horses and my mother…

I’m sure no one would dare to behave like this around Tommy Shelby. Even if he is a Gypsy man of the working class.

The second type, were arguably better than the first if you feign ignorance to the look in their eyes. There were men who suck up to my mother. Pretending they respect a woman in her station. It’s fine, right until you see their gaze. Their crazed, hungry look like a feral stallion presented with the fillies of the royal family. Disgusting. Their fantasies and their needs that clouded their judgment.

Mother once said, when dealing with such man, that regardless if you are down on your knees or up on a pedestal, whether you are a queen of virtue or a loose whore, weather you are a mother or a daughter, weather you are aware of their eyes and smile to their gaze or ignorant and innocent to all their wolfish fangs, whether you are as nude as eve or as covered as holy marry herself, whether you are a friend, an enemy, a colleague or a stranger on the train. It is all the same for them. The is no escaping from the desires of men and what brews within their minds. We cannot control that. It was all fine that she had said that to me when I was fifteen and kissed for the first time.

It was not fine that she had said that was the ‘infernal agonies of being a woman’ in this world. Perhaps she had forged my world view. Perhaps it is her making that I am here. Standing between two of the most feared and respected men of Birmingham. The men accused of horrid violence and men whom I have seen relish in violence. And here, I wish nothing more in my life that I was like them.

For children to run away, for women to fear their lives and not their virtues and for men to part ways and not dare look me in the eyes with a grin of condensation.

I thank God for this opportune moment to be my own man. I promise myself to light a candle in the church tomorrow.

With a delighted shout of Arthur we entered the Garrison pub and the boys poured drinks on top of drinks enjoying themselves. They had no worries at all, the said happily that tomorrow they want to go to the fair. Enjoy themselves a bit of fresh air and get Fin – their youngest brother – an enjoyable day of fun with no worries.

How nice. I though. To have siblings that are still alive and get to take you out on a ride to the fair in a car. Then bitterly I remember. I used to have a car. I used to have a fancy beautiful car. Then I had to sell it away.

Why did I have to give away my life, all that was valuable and dear to me because I was not dear to my mother. Why. I ask myself. Then with a shake of my head, I discard all thought. I down a glass of gin with no more thoughts of lost dear things.

The day I stepped in Birmingham was the day I promised myself I would discard all nostalgic notions of memories or things that I hold dear. It is of no use to reminisce over things that are all gone and done with. The house, the car, the jewels, the fur, the lace, the horses – all 20 of them – they are all sold away and all I can do is to trust that my judgment on good respectable buyers was true and right.

Instead, I make a mental note. One day, I will have a nice car. No, I will have the nicest. And the 20 horses we had? I will have a stable with 200 horses. At that I snort into my fourth glass of gin. 200 horses, that’s a lot of shit to shovel. 

I drink and I drink and I think somewhere in the middle John shoved a lunch sandwich in my mouth and I  aet that. I remember them laughing and I remember them joking about a young boy turning into a man. I was good with holding my liquor, but even I –secretly a woman – could not go toe to toe with the likes of Arthur and John Shelby.

Later, when the men had their fun, they left and of course I wasn’t with them. They left the Garrison doing God knows what and I had to look at the clock on the wall to know I was almost late for work now. Honestly these men. Just because they are irresponsible idiots doesn’t mean everyone else have no obligations. 

With a drunken buzz I stumble and sway down the road. Thankfully, at least to some degree I know how to nurse drunkenness and the hangover afterwards. Curtesy of family thanksgivings at grandpa’s house. As I walk pass the stores one by one, I casually look at the people and their store windows. Walking slow helped with balancing myself in hopes of not making a fifth embarrassing fall in muds and I quietly observe and occasionally give a respectful tug to my cap as I walk the people I know. The butcher, the store owner I purchased some home appliances from and the seamstress that I visited once or twice. I see that they respectfully nod or smile at me, the ones that only know me as the young boy who comes and goes and those who have seen me with the Shelby men, they still behave kind and polite but with a small apprehension of a skittish cat. Ready to run away to avoid capture.

I smile mentally at the notion. I never though of myself as a power hungry person. I always though I was a person that simply was…good. A kind, generous hard-working woman who simply lives a mostly virtuous life. I suppose everyone thinks that about themselves. That they are good and kind and even though they may not be perfect that are at least not that bad.

I am beginning to think that I am in fact that bad.

Good. I’ll be able to survive here at least.

As I walk pass the clothing store my eyes catch a beautiful albeit modest blue dress with green little vines sewn on it. I almost wish I could have bought it. wised I could have worn it. I suspect the bodice had to be adjusted to my smaller breasts but the rest would fit me like a glove. Maybe Byron should buy a dress and send it to his family. Maybe.

It is then that I see in the reflection of the glass a small green patch moving. I turn in an instant to see a woman in nice green clothes. Like really nice clothes. They seemingly looked modest but really, they were not. They looked like a city woman’s attempt at working class. I would know. I tried the same. But it never works like that. You can’t wear clothes that are simple and say you’re working class. Because the clothes aren’t what people look at. Even here these people have really nice clothes they keep for weddings and such.

Rather it’s the little things that set her apart. Her hair was one of them. Beautiful styled long blond locks that sat in perfect waves with no split ends or soot stuck on it. her face was unlike any women in these parts. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was exactly, but I knew we were cut from the same cloth. In some ways at least. Another thing was her hands, from where I was and what I could see she had delicate gentle smooth hands, tell tale of not a single day of working class daily life.

Interesting.

“Excuse me, sir?” came a sickly-sweet voice, with an Irish accent from a pair of sweet and pink lips. It took me a moment to realize that the pair of soft pink lips belonged to the lady in green and the sir in question was  me.

“Yes, how can I help?” I ask looking her up and down. I had almost answered with a what do you want. Maybe that was more appropriate for the persona of a working-class stable boy but some things even I couldn’t change.

“Can you tell me the way to the Garrison pub?” she asked all polite and nice. What a classy lady.

“What business you have at a pub?” I ask as any man would while giving her an incredulous look. It was interesting to be the one handing out the look and not be the one on the receiving end of it. I do wonder if I make the same expression as hers when treated this way.

“I saw the advertisement for hiring in the papers.” She spoke. “Can you tell me where it is?”

Maybe I was wrong. She doesn’t seem all that bright if she’s explaining herself to any stranger. Or I should be careful because she’s using me for information or as an alibi.

I think I am being paranoid. But it would be safe to keep my eyes on this little lady in green.

“Alrighty miss.” I say with the smile of a young man pleasantly fooled or rather charmed by her. “You see that road? You go down there and after passing two cross roads you take a left at the second street. Go down four alleys and you’ll see the Garrison on your right. it’s a relatively big place and has a big sign. No way you’d miss it.” I say pleasantly.

Was there a more straight forward way or even a shortcut to the Garrison? Yes. Did I what her to deal with drunks and feel unsafe on purpose? Maybe.  Do I feel bad? Not necessarily. I feel if little miss covert here wants a job at a pub, she should at least have a handle on things such as potentially dangerous idiots. 

I reach the yard and right as I push through the gates, I am met with the unholy visage of the blue eyes devil himself. “Hello mister Shelby.”

“you are an hour late to the afternoon shift and you reek of alcohol.” He sates. That’s something I’ve noticed he does. He only states things like he’s reading facts. No emotions or depth behind his words and no indication of what he expects in response.

“My apologies mister Shelby. Misters Arthur and John invited me for drinking and I thought it would be rude to refuse.” As always honesty is better when not prompted by violence or force. If I tell the truth before he pulls a razor on me there is less chance of me getting killed. “It won’t happen again.”

“Me brothers got you drunk?” he asks as he takes a long drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke in my face.

“Well, the kept offering and I reconned it would be impolite to refuse misters Shelby.” I bow my head.

“So it would.” He agrees in a tone that seemed as if he’s mocking my submission to his brothers’ requests.

We both began to walk down the small path to the stables. I walked a step behind and kept my eyes on the road looking at his shoes as he walked leisurely.

“You never went to France did you boy?” he gave me an over the shoulder glance and nudged his chin upwards beckoning me to walk faster with him. to walk next to him instead of behind.

“No mister Shelby. A month after I turned eighteen the war ended and no matter how much I wanted to serve the crown and fight along with me older brothers and father…” I trailed off here. My brothers. My father. How I miss them. “I had no right to be disappointed that the war had finally ended.”

“I suppose not. No one should want the war to continue.” He says and lights another cigarette as he watched me begin the afternoon work and check on the hoof of the very same horse that got me my employment. “So, your brothers served. Where are they now?”

“They all died.” I snapped, glaring at him. what right did he have to pry on such private matters? Then again he was the king of peaky devils. The damned blue-eyed devil himself. He saw himself with the right to do anything.

“My condolences.” He simply says. He puts off his what I can only assume is the millionth cigarette of his day and turns on his heels and leaves me. at the door he turns around just enough for me to see one third of his face blocking in the setting sun. “You can refuse them. My brothers. Your job is more important than playing nice with John or Arthur.”

And he’s gone with the gate closed behind him and I am left in the dark with two large horses and look at me with their ears turned forward and their inquisitive eyes. As if they are asking if that is truly the life, I have planned for myself or that perhaps the awfully devilish but barely visible smirk of Thomas Shelby was truly aimed at me. 

“Of course, mister Shelby.”

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[milkacchan]

Some self indulgent peakyblinders x sister reader

Requests for the peaky blinders are open :) I'm only on S2 tho but we binging so 😈😈

Cw: Coming out, Panic attack

"Uh-" you looked around the room, everyone was hear. They stared curiously.

She called a fucking family meeting.

Of course she did, it was Ada. Ada fucking 'I think I can solve everything' Shelby.

"Go on then, spit it out." She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

"Ada," you hiss, glancing at her before returning your gaze to the boys.

"You have to. It'll help." She shrugged. "They won't care."

"You don't fucking know that. You have /no/ way of knowing that."

"Yes I do. I'm their sister."

"So am I!"

"Tell us what?" Arthur frowned, leaning against his chair.

"They won't care." She repeated.

"They very well fucking could."

"They won't-"

"And what if they do! Contrary to your belief, Ada, you don't fucking know everything. You don't make super bright decisions. Believe it or not, your brothers don't think the same way you do-"

"Care about what!" Tommy rose his voice to interrupt the commotion between the two of you.

"I don't want to marry a man! Okay...I don't," fuck. You took a deep breath. "I dont want to marry a man. I don't like men."

It was silent in the room. The boys sat in their respective chairs, polly stood in the corner. Your stomach sank. "Oh fuck," you whisper.

You were gonna loose your spot in the family, it was hard enough as it is to keep it with everything going on, they'd disown you, you were sure- christ you'd be on the streets. You were about to lose everything you held dear because your sister didn't want to wait.

It was hard to breathe then, silence surrounded you and rang in your ears. The world was moving, you were sure.

"Hey," Tommy started standing up and walking over to you, "deep breath, take a deep breath."

The words didn't seem to register, instead your knees buckled beneath you. Tommy was there to catch you of course, and for a moment you reached out to grab his jacket, before desperately trying to push away.

Christ you didn't want it to start now. You shoved back a little harder.

"Finn," he grunted. Finn immediately knelt behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso to pull you back only slightly.

"Hey, hey now," he tried.

"Ada," Polly hissed, "why would you make her say that in front of them?"

"I was trying to help!"

"Clearly she wasn't fucking ready!"

"I'm sorry," you whisper out, when you've managed to clock back into the world long enough for coherent thought. "I'm sorry- I- I tried to change it, and fuck fuck-" you struggled to take another breath.

Tommy was still kneeling in front of you, scanning your face. You looked down at your skirt and picked at the fabric nervously.

"It's okay," Finn spoke, "you don't have to be sorry, it's okay. Nothin' wrong with ya."

"I don't-"

"Hush now," Tommy lifted your chin so you'd look up at him. "Nothing, and I repeat, nothing is wrong with you. We don't care, it doesn't change how we see you. It doesn't change the fact that you're our little sister, you understand?"

You nodded slightly, sniffling as your head fell foward to your brothers shoulder.

"I'll get her some water," Pol nodded curtly, pulling Ada with her into the next room.

"You thought we'd care?" Aurthurs voice came. He sounded dejected almost, he sounded sad. Baffled that you'd be so terrified.

You nod weakly, "I did," you mutter, the words muffled by your place in Tommy's shoulder. "Thought you'd hate me for it."

"But Pol knew."

"Wasn't by my choice. She caught me kissing a girl about a year ago."

"Where?"

"My room." You groan.

"The redhead? What was her name..."

"Her name was Claire."

"But Pol wasn't upset-" John frowned.

"Doesn't mean you wouldn't be."

"You're still our sister," John hummed, smiling slightly. "I mean- Ada married a communist, had a baby with him too. That's worse than anything you just threw at us."

You snorted. "I suppose you're right on that."

"You know we don't care right? Same rules apply, if she treats you wrong, she dies."

"Yeah," you mumble. "Sorry," you rubbed your face in embarrassment. It'd been years since your last panic attack, you didn't think you'd have another one again. "Didn't mean to uh- to freak out."

"No matter," he squeezed your cheek gently before kissing your forehead.

"I for one," Finn helped you stand. "Think it's good that we can talk about girls together."

"And that we don't have to worry about you getting pregnant."

"Arthur," Tommy hissed.

"It's true!"

"You promise you don't care? You're not going to kick me out?"

"Never," Tommy hums.

The chorus of your 4 brothers follow.

"Is uh- is that why you can't sit on a chair right?" Arthur asks, scratching his cheek.

"Yeah you have no idea how to sit on a chair right, an impossible task for you." John snickered.

"And the suits is that why you wear suits?" It's Finns turn now, he's moved from next to you to next to Tommy.

"Yes," you rolled your eyes. "It's actually common knowledge that biologically gays aren't able to sit correct. No, it's just uncomfortable to sit like Ada or Pol does all the time. And I wear plenty of dresses too, wearing one right now. But suits have pockets and I like pockets." You state, matter of factly.

"You do sit like a man though." Tommy smiled. "Leaning foward, legs apart, elbow on your knee."

"Oh fuck off Tommy, it's comfortable."

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PEAKY BLINDERS SEASON 5

MY OPINIONS ON THE SEASON!!! 

okay staring off with that opening scene, the scene where Tommy (Cillian Murphy) is just riding the horse along the dark and dusty area in the middle of nowhere was just absolutely beautiful and stunning I loved it.

and the fact that this scene was written that it was just Tommy (Cillian Murphy) and the red phone-box was an amazing idea.

Ruby Shelby is the cutest ever wtf!!!

FINN SHELBY fucken hell, he got what he DESERVED this season, we finally saw him do the “dirty” work for once

but when he got shot I kinda got scared ngl bhahah

just a quick thing, if they mess Finn up in season six not gonna be happy jan. his character is perfect the way it is

Arthur needs HELP he is mental, he needs doesn’t need Linda he just needs professional help

Michael, Michael, Michael you and Gina can fuck off back to America

I LOVED Michael he had always been one of my faves but season 5 just fucked him up

AND THANK YOU POLLY FOR SLAPPING THE LITTLE SHIT AND PUTTING HIM BACK IN HIS PLACE IN THE GARRISON WHEN HE CALLED THE PEAKY BLINDERS A “OLD-FASHIONED BACKSTREET RAZOR GANG”

TOM FUCKING HARDY, ALFIE FUCKING SOLOMON IS BACK BABY

ALSO Sam Clafin as Oswald was a GREAT choice made by the casting team of this show

also why the FUCK did the billy boys have to kill off Bonnie gold, there was no need for it why couldn't they of killed michael or Isaiah WHY BONNIE

fight me but Aberama Gold is not dead I WILL NOT BELIEVE IT AT ALL

Polly deserves the world

i miss John

also Gina can fuck off

the last scene of episode 6 wowowowow, plz get Tommy some help for his mental heath, he may not want it, but give it to him please we do not need another Shelby dead!

Finn not listening to Tommy and Arthur was a shitty move he could’ve died, you little shit

Charles needs to stop being a greedy little and ungrateful little shit.  

he treats his father with so much disrespect and one day (we all know it) he is gonna get a smack across the face

no matter how much Charles might hate it, Tommy is his father and I can tell than him and Tommy has the same anger problems and when Charles gets older damn there are going to be FIGHTS

also Lizzie she needs to get over herself and deal with the fact that she is Tommy’s wife and doesn’t own everything

Oswald Mosley deserves to die for being little fucking arsehole

the billy boys though, it’s a good establishment to the series.

also Polly hates Gina and I am living for it

Polly is just an overall badass

in the family meeting scene of episode 6 I was kinda waiting for someone to shoot at Michael as he was bad talking the rest of his family

please give my boy Arthur some help, he needs it

also did I mention that I hate Gina?? 

linda wowowowowow she needs to calm down an just leave Arthur FOR GOOD AND NEVER COME BACK, it is not good for herself, Arthur of their son their marriage is T O X I C 

also Ada deserves better 

Karl is a little shit 

just LET THE SHELBY WOMEN BE HAPPY WITH EITHER THEMSELVES OR WITH A MAN 

also Curly is the best 

Charlie u a  B A D A S S

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how do i explain to my therapist that season one of peaky blinders gives me comfort??

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[dynastyinprogress]

Modern Shelby and Gray Family - Insta Life

By order of the @rachelsteapot

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╰·.·★ Peaky Blinders icons/like reblog if u save or use.

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[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

John Shelby x Reader x Finn Shelby

Imagine being the “sweet innocent” new girl in town set up with Finn Shelby by Thomas who thinks you’d be the perfect woman for his little brother. The only problem is you don’t want Finn Shelby you want John Shelby. 

You’d turned up in Birmingham after an amazing one night stand. You usually got a train and took it somewhere you figured you could earn money and so Birmingham you went. You walked into the first pub you saw, lugage and all and of course got approached by some guy within minutes. You were fighting him off, rather well on your own too, when Thomas Shelby came to your rescue. You didn’t know who he was but he didn’t wait long to drop his name and the surname rang familiarly in your ears. He was charmingly confident and bought you a drink to welcome you to the city seeing as you were clearly not from here by your accent. You entertained and interested him and so you explained your situation to him. He offered you work at his company on the spot and as you needed it you took it happily. He seemed pleased and you were too, he was polite, smiled at all your flirting but didn’t flirt back, atleast not too much. You wondered if he really just wanted to help you and didn’t fancy you when he started pointing out his brother, specifically going on about one called Finn who he said you’d get on with. He pointed him out across the room sat with a few other men and he was handsome enough...but you recognised one of his brothers already. The man from your best one night stand ever was right next to Finn Shelby. You smirked slightly as you saw him, of all the pubs you walked into.

Two women appeared beside Thomas eyeing you, a tall brunette glaring at you openly. “Friend of yours Thomas?” the elder woman asked. “This is y/n she works with us now” Thomas said as an introduction. “Ow don’t ask me then” she huffed. “Y/n this is the chair women of the company Polly, and this is Lizzie” he explained. “Family too?” you asked and Lizzie glared “no” and Thomas looked down awkwardly. You smiled slightly “I’m his aunt” Polly explained and you nodded “so there’s a lot of you shelbys?”. Thomas nodded “That one stood up is Arthur, his wife is the blonde and my sisters the one next to her and then over there is Finn and the one next to him is John”. You hid your smirk as the younger one, Finn, had noticed you but John hadn’t yet. “and they’re both shelbys?” you asked Thomas. “Yes they’re my younger brothers”. You laughed and Polly frowned “what’s so funny y/n?”. “Nothing your family just has good genes”. Thomas smirked “glad you think so come on I’ll introduce you”. “Can’t we get another drink first?” You asked putting your now empty one down “please?”. Thomas laughed as you blinked your big eyes at him. If you weren’t so young he’d have gone for you himself but Finn deserved a young beauty and you seemed sweet enough. “Of course” Thomas smirked getting the bartenders attention again effortlessly. “What do you want?”. “Anything you’re having” and Thomas smirked. “So tell me” you smiled “your brothers.... are they married?”. “Arthur and John are but Finn isn’t”. “And John’s older than Finn?”. “Yeah he’s the one next to Arthur now” Thomas explained and you saw John and Finn had joined the Shelby table. Polly seemed to be explaining you to them as you saw their eyes all shoot to you and Thomas. You looked over and saw John staring and smirked sipping your drink. “So John’s the older one, Finn’s my ages...John’s the married one but Finn’s single?” you summarised. “Yes exactly” Thomas nodded pleased at your interest.

Thomas brought you to the table and you noticed John had conveniently disappeared. Thomas sat you near Finn, pointedly introducing you and you saw Finn watching you closely and shot him a smile. He blushed slightly but took that an invitation to talk to you. He was not the sweet naive kid he seemed and you were pleasantly suprised to find he was charming and confident. Not as confident as John you noted though and despite the charming Shelby flirting with you, you kept looking around the room for the older brother but he seemed to have vanished. Undetered you carried on talking with the younger brother and could tell he liked you and the family seemed to also. Arthur kept shooting Finn smirks and nods, blushing when you caught him and made eye contact, Thomas was smiling approvingly and the sister Ada chatted with you openly. You were always good at the talk and could tell you had the youngest shelby boy and most of his family right where you wanted them.

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You were having a good time, best you’d had in a while and talked Finn into once last drink before leaving. He agreed and you sauntered to the bar aware he was watching you intently. On your way back from the bar you were grabbed and pressed against a wall hidden from view. “What are you doing here?” John spat his grip tight on you. “Excuse me have we met?” you smiled sweetly before yanking yourself out of his grip. “Don't play dumb with me! What do you want? Money? Are you pregnant?”. “I don't want money and i'm not pregnant John” you smirked “I'm here for fun and I work with you now, so lets try to stay professional huh?”. “I know you’re here because of me, you took Tommys job because of me” John glared. You put both arms around his neck and smiled “of course not but it is was an extra insentive”. You kissed his cheek and John didn’t push you away “and I cant wait to start working with you”. You moved away and saw he looked disappointed making you smile. "Now if you'll excuse me I’ve got to get these drinks to your brother Finn” you smirked  “so if you don’t mind...”. John didn't move away so you had to push past him to get back to Finn. You didn't break eye contact with John until you'd moved past him and gone around the corner. You reached the table with the drinks and Finn grinned standing up to let you sit down and placed a hand loosely around the back of your chair. You heard a door slam and heard Arthur ask Thomas “was that John? What’s wrong with him, he’s been in a bad mood all night”. Finn didn’t seem to have heard so intently talking to you and he took your smile to be directed at him. Apparently your arrival in Birmingham had caused quiet the stir and you loved it. 

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[thousandfourhundreddays]

Can you write hc about Tommy proposing to reader?

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A/n hiya anon! LOVE this request, hope you enjoy!!!

He took you out to dinner, a swanky new restaurant in town

A private booth tucked away in the far corner, a view of the rest of the restaurant, finley lit by candles and subtle fairy lights

You had caught him staring at you with a small smile throughout the night, but you brushed it off, it was nothing new, whenever you were around, Tommy could never take his eyes off you

After you ate, you stayed till late, talking about anything and everything, with whiskey in his left hand, and your own placed in his right, his thumb tracing small patterns on your skin

His attention was all on you that night, nothing else

No family

No money

And definitely no business

You just assumed he was making the most of being able to spend time with you

It was rare these days

As much as he would love to spend every second of every day with you, it was difficult to find time

But he found it wherever he possible could

Around 11 you left to head home, choosing to walk in the warmth of the summer night

Your soft chatter continued as you walked arm in arm through the streets of small heath until you finally made it to your door

Tommy kept a hand on your waist, keeping you close as he unlocked the door, the key rattling in the stiff lock

You let out a content sigh as you slipped off your heals and Tommys coat which was draped over your shoulders, him discarding his suit jacket, chucking it over the arm of the chair

He began to light the fire as you moved to the kitchen to pour you both a drink

The crackle of the fire and trickle of red wine was soon interrupted by the soothing hum of the record player

A smile spread across you face at Tommy’s choice of music, your favourite

Your smile only grew as you felt a pair of strong arms snake around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as you relaxed into his hold, a small kiss placed on the side of you neck

“Come on, darlin’”

Once again, drink in one hand, your own in his other, he lead you to the living room

A confused chuckle left your lips as he placed you in the centre of the room, arms once again taking thier home around your waist as he swayed you around the room

“Tom- Tommy what’re you doing?” You giggled. He simply smiled

“Am I not alowed to dance with my girl?” A fake look of confusion washed over his face

You bit your lip, giving in with a smile

You softly danced in his arms, breathing in his scent, treasuring these precious moments

All while, unbeknown to you, the small suede box was burning in his trouser pocket

Deciding he couldn’t wait any longer, he gently pulled away, taking your drink and placing it alongside his on the small coffee table

“Oi!” You joked

“Shush” his voice was light and tender

He took a deep breath, slowly lowering himself down onto one knee, he looked up into your eyes “y/n...”

You were in shock. Your jaw hung open, your arms hanging limp by your sides as he reached into his pocket, lifting out the small red box, lifting the lid, exposing the beautiful diamond resting on a delicate gold band

He held your hand as he spoke

“Y/n...” he repeated, “I’m shit with words, you know I am” he huffed out a laugh, as did you

“But I fucking love you... so much. And I know our lifes been crazy, abit shit here and there but you make it a million times better, and I don’t want to spend the rest of it with anyone else” his words accompanied with a reassuring squeeze of your hand

You still stood there, stunned...

A salty tear trickling down your cheek

“Will you marry me?”

His voice a small whisper, almost scared

Still not able to find any words, you simply nodded, a beaming grin telling him everything you needed him to know

“Yeah- fuck... yeah!!” The laugh he adored filling the room

“Yeah?” He now mirrored your grin

“Yes!” You all but squealed, reaching down, placing a firm, almost desperate kiss onto his lips, your hands holding onto the back of his neck, softly scratching through his hair, tears now flowing down your face in full force

Pulling you closer he soaked up the feeling, pure joy.

Gradually rising back to his feet with a groan, his knees cracking as he went,

“Jesus, who made that a tradition?” his words muffled by your lips, your eyes lighting up just that bit more.

A/n Hope this was ok!! It’s my first headconnon peice so I’m still finding my bearings!!🖤

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[calebdumes]

in the 7th or 8th grade I convinced my band director to buy the sheet music to anakin’s dream and he let us play it as part of our end of the year concert 

#i'm pretty sure i still have it somewhere #or at least i hope i do #anyways please enjoy this fun fact from my life #oh also in 8th grade we played a john williams medley and it had the imperial march and the jaws theme #i think i still have that one too #well now i have to go look #shleby speaks

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Immortal Beloved - Chapter Six.

Thank you to those still continuing to read and offer such lovely feedback <3

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,619

Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

“That was five, weren’t it?” 

“Six. Mmm, definitely six. You are a bookmaker's bookkeeper, John. You should be good with figures.” 

His hands reached to grasp her waist, the tip of his tongue returning to her swollen clit. “I’m good with yours.”  

Chuckling softly, her nails combed through his hair. “That you are.” 

“Want me to keep going?” 

“Should you even need to ask!” she cried, her hips shaking as he sucked her bud. “You set yourself the challenge, and I fully expect you to live up to it. Just as long as your jaw still has feeling in it.”  

He paused, moving it from side to side before nodding. “All good.” She chuckled softly again, watching her lover wink at her, her head tipping back with a soft moan, the pelt of the wolfskin rug beneath her sumptuously soft. The fire beside them crackled as outside, the snow continued to tumble, both lost to the warm cocoon that was Bryn’s bedroom, and everything that continued to build between them.  

“Oh, oh my... ohhh!” 

“Six,” he muttered, gently blowing upon her puffy, well-stimulated sex. 

“Seven!” she barked on a laugh, hands reaching to stroke his face. “Do not sell yourself short.” 

“Whatever it is, I still ain’t done.” 

If Bryn could appreciate anything, it was a man who kept to his word. He told her that he wanted to see how many times he could make her come, a task she was very much the welcoming receiver of. Lying back, she enjoyed the keen exploration of his tongue, glimmers tingling through her folds as each lick gilded pure heat, dipping inside her, dragging slowly to circle her bud once more. 

“You look thoughtful,” she noted, panting hard as he steadily built her to sizzling ascension once more.  

“Just wondering how I should give you number eight. Tongue or cock. Hmm.” 

Her lips curled into a smile, weaving her fingers through his to grasp his hands. “Am I expected to choose?”  

Releasing her bud with a slippery pop, he placed a kiss upon her pubic mound. “No, but you will lie there and enjoy it.” 

“Mmm, that goes without saying.” Her purred words set his insides to quiver, John moving to kneel before her, grasping his cock and beginning to stroke the head through her soaking folds. It had been two hours since she’d last bled into a glass for him and still, his erection hadn’t gone down. There truly was nothing else in the world akin to having sex while bolstered on vampire blood.  

His cock snagged at her opening, spreading her as he slipped in, only giving her the very head while his thumb moved to stroke over her clit. Her back arched, her body desperate to feel him breach her further, John chuckling at her whine of indigence when he remained perfectly still.  

“Please, my beautiful creature. Do not tease me.”  

He held all the power of an ancient being entirely at his mercy, and for him, it was a first he knew he now would never cease to crave. Holding wrath over his contemporaries within the criminal underworld and beyond was one thing; having an ancient vampire lost under the sexual talent he bestowed upon her was quite another. 

He thought on it for a second, forcing a little whine from her as he made his cock bounce against her opening, deciding on mercy. He needed her just as much as she him, hands gripping her thighs, cock sliding into her fully. His gaze fell, witnessing how thickly the sparkling slick of her arousal glossed him, his hands keeping her spread wide.  

There was no room within his want for anything gentle, John quickly beginning to spear her hard, watching her breasts bounce from the force, a wanton groan rumbling in his chest. His mouth fell to her body, teeth sharp at her nipples, hands flexing upon her thighs as he drove himself back and forth, consumed by the clutch of her cunt around him.  

“You feel fucking amazing, I swear, Bryn.” he panted, his mouth everywhere, laying kisses of ravenous hunger at her neck, breasts and clavicles, the heat of it fizzing through him as she wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing tightly.  

She felt boneless beneath him, spread around the thick of his cock, her fingertips mapping each rise and fall of his body, nails grazing his wide back. The way he rutted against her provided the perfect pressure against her potent little bundle, still slick and swollen from the incessant laving of his tongue.  

Wailing, her nails clutched upon his shoulders, lightning beginning to flicker at the base of her spine, pulsing out through her walls. It was as if somebody had set her nerves ablaze as she came, John following her as his light crested over her horizon, lying breathless in her arms, his movements slowing.  

They enjoyed the roar of the fire against their nakedness a while, returning to the bed, Bryn lying in her lover’s arms enjoying the stroke of his hands, looking up to see him shuttered in sleep after those attentive caresses had ceased.  

“Yes, my beautiful creature,” she whispered, kissing his cheek fondly, her nails gently stroking her head. “You have earned your rest.” Since it had been a time from when she’d fed upon him, Bryn felt the daylight outside pulling at her, her eyes fluttering before they fell shut. The fall of darkness brought her natural waking, turning to see him beside her, awake and smiling.  

“Hello, beauty.”  

Moving beneath the covers, she curled against him, the space warm from his body heat, her own skin no longer as cool as it usually was for his heat source. “Did you sleep well?” 

“Like a bloody log. Only woke up because I was hungry.” Right on cue, his stomach rumbled audibly, John closing his eyes tightly and muttering. “See?” 

“Come on, let us wash and dress and I can have Bettie prepare something for you. Only bother with your undershirt and trousers, by the way. Less to take off later.” She winked, and he smacked her bum as she rose from the bed, Bryn squeaking with a giggle. Those giggles only flourished further as she found herself chased by a very handsome, naked man. 

“Ah, no. That’s cheating that, bab,” he spoke, blinking and finding her vanished, only to return a second later.  

“You Brummie men and your use of the term bab as endearment,” she spoke, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning to kiss his cheek. “I like it, preposterousness aside when one takes my age into account.” 

“Yeah, but you ain’t so bad for an old bird,” he teased, beginning to chuckle when she growled low in her throat, her smile widening despite the slightly eerie sound. 

“You are a cheeky one, John Shelby.” 

He leaned to her, kissing her forehead. “And you love it.”  

She couldn’t disagree there. 

They headed downstairs, Bryn finding that they had bread and other such things in plentiful supply, Bettie making John some sandwiches with the leftover chicken she’d prepared for dinner while the man himself went to make use of the telephone.  

“Hello?” 

“Alright, Pol. It’s the ghost of your nephew, calling from the other side.” 

John and his insufferable banter. “Ha, bloody ha. Very funny.” Pausing, she sipped at her tea, taking a seat in the office. “Well, you’re alright, so that’s something at least.”  

At least she could concede that much. “I’m bloody great, but I won’t be back tonight on account of the weather. There ain’t no way I’m getting the car out through nearly three feet of snow. I suppose Bryn could transport us down there herself, but...” 

“No point even if she can, John. Tommy is in Warwickshire, got snowed in up at the new house, so he and Grace shan’t be back until it thaws, and the ploughs have moved over enough of the roads to clear it. The kids have been having a wail of a time here. Snowball fights, snowmen, all of that.” 

He smiled, thinking of his little one. “Is Katie terrorising all the boys?” 

“That child has an arm on her like a bloody shot putter. Even the postman got a pelting!”  

Laughing, he imagined it. “That’s my girl. Give her a kiss for me, tell her I'll be back as soon as I can, alright?”  

“Shall do. Thanks for calling in, too. I might not approve of your new fancy woman, but at least you’re safe.” She wanted to add ‘for now’ to that, but thought better of it. Polly hadn’t heard that much contentment in his voice since before Martha had died. She could keep her reservations and worries to herself for that moment.  

Also, they’d heard back from Johnny Dogs, who had touted the question around his people. No shadow walker activity reported, but that didn’t stop Polly going back to her evening with a little trepidation over John becoming involved with her, for obvious reasons.  

For the man himself, though, those reasons had all very much ceased to exist.   

“I apologise for my overhearing, but it is pleasing that your aunt was only minimally sour with you on the telephone,” Bryn spoke, sitting at the kitchen table upon his arrival back, sliding the plate of sandwiches across the dark, polished oak surface. 

“Yeah, I think she might come round to the idea once she’s met ya.” 

“And who is this Katie that you mentioned? Your sister?”  

“No, that’s Ada,” he spoke, picking up a piece of stray chicken from the plate and popping it into his mouth. “Katie is my daughter, my only child from my late wife.” 

“Oh John, I am so sorry you lost her. What a pity,” she replied earnestly.  

“Thanks. You can’t be that sorry, though, cos’ I wouldn’t be sitting here with you now if she were still alive,” he asserted, taking a large bite from the sandwich. Ahh, freshly baked bread. His favourite.  

She smiled a little ruefully, reaching to pat his hand. “Be that as it may, it is still a tragic thing, for one to lose their spouse. Especially when so young. Did little Katie have much time with her mother before she passed.” 

He shook his head. “No, sadly. Let me get these ate, and I’ll tell you about it all.” Once he had finished, Bryn listened intently as he told her of his meeting Martha, his late wife while they were still at school. He detailed it all, their courtship and marriage, how returning to her was one of the biggest things that had gotten him through his time at war, arriving home to start a family.  

“I’d been home from France for ten months when Katie was born, this tiny, squealing thing I came back from the pub to find on her mother’s chest. Martha had started getting poorly about a week before she arrived, and she only lasted for six after the birth. Consumption. Never even got to watch our little’un grow. Fucking cruel, it was. I know you understand it. How old was Sigurd when Bjorn died?” 

“He was six when his father headed to Valhalla.” 

“When he what?” he frowned, unfamiliar with the word. 

“Valhalla. It is the place where our god Odin chooses only the best and bravest to ascend to and spend their afterlife. I shall tell you more about our mythology another time, though. It is quite the lengthy conversation.”  

“Ahh, alright. Did you have any other kids with him?” he then asked curiously. 

“I had always hoped for more children, but sadly the ones I held did not come to anything. They call it a miscarriage in these times, to lose the baby while in the womb still. I lost three times.” She paused, John reaching to stroke her face, Bryn covering his hand with her own. He saw now why she adored her vampire children so very fondly.  

She needed to change the subject, her eyes flitting to the large windows. “Shall we venture into the snow? It is so pretty at this time of year. A white Christmas, it appears. How splendid it shall be.” 

He fetched his boots, not bothered about a coat, wincing as he watched Bryn pad out barefoot. Of course, though, she didn’t feel the cold at all. He then snorted with laughter, watching her let out a little shout of glee, performing a few cartwheels as she laughed.  

As the snow collected upon her, the flakes fluttering from the inky purple sky slowly and landing upon her dark hair in a reverse dalmatian effect, he knew he’d never again witness beauty like hers. It was both physical and of spirit, Bryn so ancient and deadly, but her heart still so open to the purest of simple joys. She could decapitate a grown man within the blink of an eye, or cavort sillily in the fresh snow. The duality that existed was what pulled him in ever stronger with each moment. 

Just then, a snowball hit his cheek softly, John eyeing her from under furrowed brow. 

“Oh, you’re gonna catch a walloping now. No cheating either, no vampire malarkey. Just you and me, one on one.” 

She spread her arms wide. “Hit me with your best shot!” Scooping up a handful of snow, the chill biting upon his bare hands, he did, hitting her square in the chest as they began to pelt snowballs back and forth at one another. Their laughter filled the air, Bryn almost crying with mirth when he stumbled and fell, John recovering well to continue his onslaught.  

“Ahh, he brings a valiant attack, but surely he is no match for the throwing arm of a shieldmaiden!” she cried, hitting him straight in the face, another three following to his chest and thigh. “Oh, chilly tits, chilly tits!” she then exclaimed, shaking the front of her long, black dress when his aim meant a snowball landed in her cleavage.  

“You don’t feel the cold, you massive wimp!” he shouted, throwing another but missing. 

“I do! It just doesn’t bother me the same as it does you humans, or mean I want snow-capped nipples!” she laughed, throwing another, John suddenly running at her and knocking her into a huge drift that had gathered beside the bank of grass leading from the path. They hit the ground in a tangle, laughing hysterically, John eventually standing, pulling her up from her feet.  

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she looked down upon him, holding his face while they feel into kisses, kisses that gained heat as he carried her to the stone bench across the garden, giving it a kick to clear the snow before sitting down. 

“Have you ever enjoyed sex out in the snow?”  

“No,” he breathed, unhooking the front of her flowing gown, his hands grasping her breasts, “but I think I’m about to.” His mouth met her neck in a fever of kisses, Bryn gasping softly as a hand trailed down to press against her sex, gathering her dress more and pushing it behind herself before moving to undo his trousers.  

“The want you cause within me, John.” she panted, kissing him with feral need, grasping his cock and sinking down, the thickness splitting her wide, pulses glimmering as the heat of him radiated through her. His shuddered breath fluttered warm over her lips, their tongues entwining as she rolled her hips against him, his cock slipping to and from her with glorious friction.  

It was not that delicious fusion that stirred John the most, though, gazing at her as she rode him, his arms tightening their clasp around her body. 

"I've never seen anyone look as beautiful as you do right now, and..." His eyes squeezed shut, letting out a huffed breath as his jaw tightened. Those beautiful eyes, though. They did not match the tension in his face as he looked back at her again, fingertips trailing her delicate neck. 

 "What is it?" she asked, his sudden spiral a little concerning, watching the whisps of snowflakes melt as they landed upon his long, copper eyelashes. 

 "...and me head's fucking spinning, and it's too quick, but I fucking... I..." 

Resting her head to his, her thumbs skimmed his cheeks, over the golden flecks of stubble. She felt it flare through his blood still coursing through her veins, nuzzling him, her eyes shining like azure shards through the darkest known shadows. "I love you, too. You need not say it, John, because I feel it."  

 "You mean it?" 

 She nodded. "How could this old vampire here not fall in love with a man as utterly charming, charismatic and beautiful as you?" 

 He smirked. "And I've got a big cock." 

Her laughter filled the garden space, her face alight with the width of her smile. Some might have found his humour poorly timed, but not her. To Bryn, it was perfect. He was perfect. "And you have a big cock."  

 "You said I needn't say it, but I want to." He tightened his arms around her, kissing the tip of her nose. "I love you, Brynhild." 

There they were, the Peaky Blinder and the ancient Viking vampire, locked around one another, bursting with adoration. The snow continued to fleck them as it fluttered from above, the silence of the night only permeated by their soft moans of pleasure. 

Drawing back from him she studied him intently, moving her mouth to his neck. Her tongue slid in seductive tease over his jugular. “May I?” 

“You may,” he hummed, hands gripping the round of her bum. “You don’t have to ask.” His permission granted the pierce of sharp fangs, her mouth wrapping around the wound as she fed upon him, John once again feeling everything amplified in the wake of it. He’d once feared this, but now he only saw it as hugely sensual, for his lover to drink from his neck. 

A few haphazard drops of blood dotted the pure white of the snow with the hot stain of crimson, John looking on at her in wonder. There she was, his dark creature of the night, his deadly beauty, her teeth and lips stained and gleaming in his blood. She was a monster, a predator, the most dangerous creature on earth and god, how he loved her so purely and inexplicably for it.  

His mouth met hers with hunger, the needlepoints of her teeth lacerating his tongue and lips. Their kisses quickly became a bloody, fiery exchange, his groans gone to gravel as he felt the slick wet of her spasm around his cock. 

He could become very used to this. 

After all snow bound sex exploits had been enjoyed, there was one place Bryn knew she wanted to be, somewhere that would benefit her love greater, but that she would enjoy all the same. 

“Better?” she asked, lying back against his chest in her huge, claw footed bathtub, steam rising from the heat of the water. 

“Thawing out in a fucking great big tub, with a whiskey in me hand and a beautiful woman for company. Yeah, ain’t bad for a Monday, I suppose.” He closed his eyes, listening to the orchestral hum from the record playing on the gramophone, the open ensuite door open, allowing the soothing tones to filter through. “What’s this we’re listening to?” 

“Beethoven,” she confirmed, smiling. 

“Ahh. I ain’t good with classical stuff. It’s alright, though. Relaxing.” 

“It is. He was a genius, my darling Ludwig.” 

John’s eyes rounded, moving to look at her. “You knew Beethoven?” 

“I did, yes. He was a very dear friend. I was his muse, and to know that I have been the inspiration for some of the most beautiful musical movements ever written is an endless source of pride. What we are listening to at this moment, he wrote for me. Moonlight Sonata, for of course, I only ever visited with him under the moonlit skies.” 

He listened to the notes swirling, and somehow, he couldn’t explain it, but the strength and beauty truly did seem to capture the essence that was Bryn. “Were you two together? Listening to this, it sounds like he loved you about as much as I do.”  

Hearing the first movement continue to play out, she remembered back to being seated atop his grand piano when he had first played it to her, the joy in his eyes as he’d smiled through the candlelight at her. ‘This is for you, my dear, dear Brynhild. Mistress of the stars, commander of the moonlight.’ She remembered those words as if he’d spoken them to her yesterday. “We were not, no. Our friendship was very fond, but never sexual. It has been just shy of a hundred years since he passed, and I still miss him terribly.” 

John had to wonder whether he would still be such a fond memory to her, when his time to leave had come and gone and she still walked the earth without him. It was definitely a far ahead thought, but he couldn’t help but give voice to it in his mind.  

“Yes, I am certain you will be,” she spoke softly, John rolling his eyes. 

“Get out of me head, woman!” 

“I cannot help it; I feel these things in your blood. It is a long way off, though. For now, let us enjoy this moment right here.” 

He tightened his arms around her, kissing her cheek. “And then go back to bed and enjoy ourselves a bit more, eh?” 

“Mmm,” she hummed, turning to nibble his well-defined jaw. “I cannot think of a better way to spend the evening.”  

Neither could he. 

#john shelby fanfiction #john shelby smut #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders smut #john shelby x ofc #john shleby fanfic #john shelby fic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fic #peaky fucking blinders #immortal beloved #john and bryn

[utaxnanami]

1895 - A rainy day

A/N: To clear any confusion:

Annie is a Shelby- sister- OC and she is the second oldest.

I named the Shelby-mom Kathie, after one of John’s daughters, because the Shelby’s are known for reusing names ( Arthur, Charlie).

Ages in this one-shot:

Arthur – 8

Annie – 7

Tommy – 5

Also, the obligatory warning, that English isn’t my first language.

This is cross posted on AO3

Anne Shelby Series

Summery: A rainy day keeps the three Shleby siblings inside.

Shelby mom centric

Word count: 1466

Warning: none

The three Shelby siblings had been cooped up inside the small house all day because it had been heavily raining since the night before. And just like the grey outside of Birmingham, the children’s moods had equally been dampened.

Jack, a close friend of Arthur and Annie, had gotten a new ball for his birthday the day before and he had promised to play with them today. He had even invited Tommy to come along, which had the boy in an especially bad mood. Because lately his two older siblings liked to exclude him from their adventures and Tommy jumped for every opportunity to tag along.

No amount of reassurance from their mother, that tomorrow the clouds would clear, and they could play then, seemed to lift their bad moods. So, the siblings all decided to do their own things, not forgetting to put on a sad face when their mother looked in their directions, in hopes she would take pity on them and let them go out anyways.

Tommy was quietly playing with a wooden horse under the dining table. A big contrast to his usually loud laughter. Arthur and Annie were sitting on the table with Arthur drawing horses that looked better and better every day and Annie using the quite to read a book, her teacher had lent her.

The only things breaking the quite from time to time were the small sounds Tommy made while playing and Annie occasionally asking for help reading a word, she didn’t know jet.

Setting the bedsheets, she was folding aside, she made her way downstairs, where the cries got louder, and she could now hear Arthur, who tried to shush his younger brother – telling him to be quite and that everything was ok.

Their mother, heavily pregnant with child number four, used the down time to get some housework done, despite Polly telling her to take it easy. Her sister-in-law – despite being only elven – had warned her, that the child would be born early, and that Kathie should rest as much as possible. And while she trusted Polly’s judgement – the girl had a neck for these kinds of things – Kathie couldn’t not work. Because if Polly was right, she would need to be prepared. The brunette had predicted another boy, and with the number of kicks Kathie received from the baby every day since the beginning of her third trimester, she knew that she was going to have a troublemaker on her hands.

Kathie was upstairs folding the laundry when she suddenly heard a loud crash from downstairs, followed by who she assumed was Tommy crying out for her. A big sigh left her. Of course, the quite wouldn’t last long, not with three bored children.

Standing on the last step, overseeing the mess and trying to piece together what had happened, Kathie could only shake her head. One of the dining chairs was lying on the floor, Tommy sitting right next to it with Annie trying to soothe the crying boy. Arthur, who hadn’t heard her come down the stairs, was standing with his back to her, still trying to get Tommy to calm down.

“What happened?” Kathie asked and scaring Arthur, who flinched and slowly turned around, averting his eyes and looking at the ground. Tommy jumped up and ran to her, hugging her legs, and burying his face in her side. She ran her fingers through his dark hair, noticing how long it had gotten again. He would need a new haircut soon, Arthur too.

“And what have I told you about playing in the house?”

Raising one eyebrow at her oldest son, she repeated her question. But Annie was the one answering instead.

“We were just playing mum. It was Tommy’s idea to play catch.”

“No running…”

With another shake of the head, Kathie went over to the table and sat down on one of the chairs, letting Tommy crawl on her lap. He had stopped crying by now, resting both of his little hands on his mother’s swollen belly. While Annie picked up the fallen chair and slide it back under the table again, Arthur had walked over to his mother, eyes still trained on the ground, refusing to look her in the face

“I’m sorry mum, didn’t mean for Tommy to get hurt.” His voice was small, riddled with guilt.

She couldn’t help but remember a very similar day from years ago when Arthur and Annie had still been toddlers and Tommy had just been born. The two had been peacefully playing together while she nursed the baby and from one moment to the next seemingly all hell broke loose. The sound of someone hitting the floor was followed by a sharp cry. One of those with the big intakes of breath in in between , the one where you knew it was bad. And of course, the noise had startled Tommy out of his sleepiness, and he had joined his sister with the crying. She then not only had a crying toddler and a crying baby on her hands, walking in the room to see what had happened, she also had a crying Arthur to calm down. With all the crying, Kathie too had felt like crying. Her husband had, like always, been off who knows where, leaving her to care for the children and in moments like these, she felt very alone and overwhelmed.

“I know love, but I’m not the one you have to apologize to.”

Kathie put one hand to Arthur’s face, gently lifting it, so he was finally looking her in the eyes. Her heart broke a little when she saw the unshed tears. Arthur was a good boy, a little wild at times but also very sensitive. He hated hurting someone. Especially his siblings.

Back then Kathie had sworn to herself, that three children would be enough, and that she would not be able to handle more. But the pain in her back and her aching feet reminded her of the broken promise. And she had the feeling, that baby number four would not be the last either.

“It’s ok, Arthur. I forgive you!” Tommy gave his older brother one of his big toothy smiles, climbed of his mother’s lap to hug Arthur. The older boy eagerly returned the hug. Annie, standing now next to her siblings, offered an apology as well and was pulled into the arms of her brothers.

Kathie couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t easy, taking care of the children, having to worry about food and clothing and whether they could pay rent this month or not, but witnessing moments like these always made it worth.

“Who wants to help me prepare dinner?”

So, when she finally made her way upstairs to tell the children a goodnight story, she found them all already in the bed they shared, cuddled together and soundly sleeping. Annie, lying in the middle with one brother on either side of her, was still holding the book she clearly used to read them all to sleep with. It was the same one she had read earlier that day.

A chorus of “ME!” ’s and “I want to!” ’s followed and together with the kids, dinner was prepared just so that Arthur came home when Annie finished setting up the table. Kathie welcomed her husband with a kiss, and he returned the affection while placing one hand on her swollen belly. Rubbing the children’s hairs when he passed them on the way to the dining table.

After dinner, Arthur had left for the pub – there was barely a day he didn’t spend as much time as possible away from home – and Kathie had sent the children upstairs to get ready for bed. But for once there was no complaining about having to go to bed or asking to stay up longer. Maybe the children could sense how tiered she was, that after she would finish cleaning the dishes there would be nothing, she would rather want then to go to bed herself.

The picture of her sleeping children warmed Kathie’s heart. She was so full of love for them. And cradling her swollen belly, she knew, that the new addition to the family would fit right in with the rest of them.

Quietly making her way into the room, she gently took the book out of her daughters’ hands and placed it on the bedside table. She would have wanted to place a kiss on each of her children’s heads, but her round belly made it impossible for her to bend over. So instead, she just whispered a good night and wished them sweet dreams before quietly closing the door behind her and finally going to bed herself. Falling asleep to the calming sound of the rain outside.

#shelby sister #older sister #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #original character #my post #Anne Shelby

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Shelbys at Somme: Chapter 2

Thomas X Reader

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Summary: Reunions aren’t easy with dead people. Old feelings begin to stir in the privacy of The Garrison Pub but it’s hard to rebuild what time broke.

By: @adventuresintooblivion

Thomas groaned to himself. He’d been nursing a headache for the past three days since he’d asked Grace out to dance. He was pretty sure it was stress related, and the fact that he was witnessing Arthur get up in arms again only solidified the notion.

He was going on about retaliating against the police and being tired of all the harassment. Normally Thomas would agree, but something about this copper set him on edge and quite frankly this needed to be dealt with carefully. As he was leaning forward to voice his opinions, a loud banging startled the entirety of the Shlebys onto their feet.

“What in the blood blazes is that?” Arthur growled, his hand resting on a small pistol.

Danny’s muffled shouts filtered through the door, “Thomas she’s real this time! Get out here and see for yourself. She’s not a ghost.”

Aunt Pol’s eyes narrowed, “Isn’t that?”

Thomas waved her question aside , “I’ll handle this. John, brass knuckles on.”

A small flurry of activity happened over his shoulder as Thomas reached for the doorknob. Not much got Danny this worked up these days and even his affinity for chaos couldn’t handle everything Danny threw at him.

He swung the door open just as Danny’s hand was coming down to deliver another thunderous knock. It paused in the air mere inches from Thomas’ nose.

“Alright, what is it this time Danny.” Thomas’ voice was a bit gruffer than normal. While he hardly slept, it only seemed to be getting worse lately. Which probably also contributed to his throbbing headache. However even Thomas couldn’t deny that relief flooded him once he saw Danny’s ear splitting grin.

Danny practically shouted, “She’s back Thomas. Y/N was never dead, I...I found her on the street.”

Thomas felt his face fall, “Danny…” 

That when he saw it. A mop of curls swiveling back and forth as the girl tucked under Danny’s arm tried to absorb her surroundings. Bullocks!

“Danny put her down for God’s sake.” Thomas reached out, prying the girl From Danny’s grip. “I’m so sorry miss. He was in the war, and he’s having a rough time of it.”

He had said the words a hundred times and a small part of him suspected he would say them a thousand more before his day came. But the thought went silent, along with a dozen others, as the girl righted herself and shoved her mass of curls out of her face. There before him stared back the wide eyes that haunted his dreams.

Thomas, no matter what happens, I want you to live. To go home to your Aunt Pol you’re always talking about. And raise those horses you love so much.

Only if you marry me.

“I… I know Thomas I was there.” 

He barely heard the words. The whole world seemed to expand infinitely and then collapse all at once. Question after question assaulted him in a vain attempt to make some sense out of the impossibility before him.

Y/N was there, alive. She stood before him, not drained of color like it was in his dreams, with cheeks wind burned [is that what it’s called?] bright red. Small hands clutched an uncased violin. Eyes that sparkled even in the dimmest of light, searching for something in him he wasn’t sure he’d be able to give.

Thomas reached out, his fingertips barely brushing Y/N’s cheek. He didn’t know what he expected, but she didn’t pull away. When he came in contact with warm skin something inside him shattered. His world began to tilt and a small voice in the back of his head warned him he might faint. But he was Thomas Shelby, and Shelbys didn’t faint. 

It wasn’t until Danny spoke that he realized he was shaking, “She’s real right? I...I didn’t grab some random girl off the street did I?”

“No, Danny.” Thomas’ voice was barely a whisper. “I see her too.”

A hand on his shoulder managed to drag Thomas back to earth, even if just a little. 

Aunt Pol stood beside him, her eyes picking apart an untold story even as she spoke, “Thomas, I think you owe us an introduction to your friend here.”

Y/N glanced between the two. She had heard stories of Aunt Pol several times throughout her deployment and knew two things for certain. Aunt Pol respected a strong personality with conviction. However, there would be no disrespect shown towards her or her family and quite frankly Y/N had no idea what counted as disrespect here.

So she simply saluted, “Corporal Y/L/N. Reporting for duty.”

Aunt Pol raised her eyebrow, “You? A Corporal?”

“She served in the same company with Danny, Freddie, and I.” The words didn’t sound like they belonged to himself but Thomas didn’t see anyone else speak.

“How on earth did you convince anyone to let you join?” Aunt Pol stood a little straighter.

Y/N chuckled, “Oh, I absolutely fucked the physician.”

Arthur barking laughter suddenly filled the room, “Well I’ll be damned. Most people didn’t want to be there. I sure as hell know I didn’t. Why would you go and sneak in like that?”

“Well, we’ve all got idiot brothers to look after, so there’s that.” Y/N shrugged. Danny snickered over he should as Arthur’s face fell. Aunt Pol on the other hand was smiling. 

Thomas glanced around, the situation having gotten quite out of control at this point, “Alright, either you two get in here or we need to go out there and quite frankly I’d rather have this conversation in here.”

Over the next several minutes Y/N told her story, or at least an abridged version of it. Of how she joined. Her job amongst Thomas’ company and her subsequent court martial when she was shot.

“And how is it you stand before us now instead of rotting away in some prison?” Aunt Pol had taken over the conversation. Or more accurately, interrogation. 

Thomas was silently grateful that he wasn’t in charge for once. He was too shell-shocked to gather a single coherent thought let alone a line of questions that actually meant anything. Though there were those questions Aunt Pol didn’t ask. The more personal ones that burned his tongue even as he held it. But he would have for this what he forced himself to have in all things, patients.

“It was the price for my silence. It’s hard to convince the public they should support a war that irrevocably changes their lives on a good day. But how are you going to convince them you’re routing out German spies when they can’t even spot a woman right under their nose? It’d be a blow to their reputation they couldn’t afford to take.”

Aunt Pol’s eyes suddenly narrowed as she finally asked a question that had been eating at Thomas’ soul this whole time, “And you didn’t send a correspondence of any kind to inform your company that you were alive?”

Y/N looked down, “I sent several. Though after I didn’t hear back from anyone I suspected they weren’t getting through. I had to wait until everyone was out of an army camp at the very least, which meant the war had to end. And finding everyone afterwards? I’ve been traveling for almost a year now, and Danny is the first person I’ve bumped into.”

Thomas couldn’t look at her. All he could focus on were the grains on wood on the table. A part of him couldn’t quite wrap his head around that this was real. 

A knock on the door suddenly broke the spell of hushed voices. Everyone glanced around before Danny reached behind him and cracked open the door. Grace stood there, two bottles on a tray full of glasses.

“H..Hello, I figured everyone could use some refreshments?”

Thomas’ eyes locked with hers. Something in his expression made Grace’s fragile smile fall. She knew something was wrong, but she had no idea just how sideways things had gone.

〜 

Later that night, the Shelby family left the Garrison Pub, their new guest wrestling her luggage from Danny’s grasp. 

Thomas glanced at Y/N. He’d barely said a word to her. He didn’t know what to say. But her easy smiles that she cast towards himself and Danny lifted a weight in his heart. 

Finally he asked, “What are you doing tonight?”

She spun around, “Oh, well. I’ve got a job in a couple days at this fancy place. I was probably gonna go swindle a dress out of some high society idiot.”

A deep rumbling laughter escaped Thomas, “Grab a fancy cigar for me?”

“Always.” She waved as she disappeared into the night.

After she was gone Thomas glanced towards Aunt Pol, “So, what do you think?”

“I like her.”

〜

Later that night Grace slunk down the streets. She wore one of her better outfits but she still felt underdressed compared to the other patrons. This opera house meetup was Inspector Cambell’s idea. Grace wasn’t much of a fan. It was too open and while Thomas wasn’t inherently wealthy they didn’t know enough about him to guarantee he wouldn’t be here.

She let the concierge lead her to the booth. The whole conversation passed in a blur of nerves and paranoia.

Grace was so stressed had almost forgotten the entire reason she’d agreed to this, “I almost forgot. A new face has made an appearance. Danny Owen burst through the door carrying her under his arm and interrupted a family meeting. They were in there for a couple hours talking. I’m not sure what her name is but I’ll get that to you as soon as I can. Here's a sketch”

As she handed Inspector Campbell the small note the hairs stood up on the back of Grace’s neck as she spoke. She couldn’t stop herself from glancing around searching for a Peaky Blinder amongst the crowd. She didn’t see anyone. But that didn’t mean no one saw her.

Y/N leaned forward, her brow furrowed. Wasn’t that the barmaid from Thomas’s bar? And who was she talking to?

“Is everything ok?” the young man beside Y/N asked. His hand slid to her lower back, his fingertips brushing over the line her underwear created under the cloth. 

Instead of slapping him Y/N flashed him her most charming smile, “It's nothing. You might want to keep your hands to yourself. The anticipation is part of the experience.”

He flashed her a wicked smile. Y/N silently debated on whether or not she should take all his money or simply steal his clothes while he was tied to a pole.

Y/N strolled home in the darkness of night. For such an industrious city, Birmingham was proving to be quite peaceful in the early hours of the morning. Nothing dared break the spell that had blanketed the region some time after midnight. Only the stars and mist were witness to her every step.

She silently congratulated herself on her new dress even as Y/N pulled her threadbare shawl closer around herself. She was in desperate need of several pieces of clothing. And housing. And food. As if on cue her stomach growled loud enough to nearly echo down the nearby alleyway.

Y/N glared down in the general direction, "Hush you."

Her words meant nothing in the face of hunger. It only gained power after she acknowledged its existence gnawing at her insistently. When Aunt Pol had been asking her questions earlier she'd answered them easily but they definitely danced around one of the most important ones. How long had she been in town?

The all too real answer was not long enough. Not long enough to find a job nor a place to stay. Currently her small pack of things were stashed in a hidey hole she'd carved out for herself the first night. Now all she had to do was make it all the way down there without ruining her dress.

Easy right?

She picked her way back carefully through the muddy streets. The air itself became cooler as she approached the river. The Cut, Thomas had called it back in the trenches. As the squat building that housed the Garrison Pub came into view she gave a soft sigh of relief.

While it was inconvenient to make it all the way back here from across town, she'd chosen to leave her stuff here because she was fairly certain she'd get it back even if it was stolen. Thomas just had that kind of way with people.

Unbidden, Y/N's mind slowly wandered back to their reunion this morning. She didn't know what she'd expected but that wasn't exactly it. She scowled at her own girlish inclinations.

She "died" in a man's arms and expected him to be completely fine with her showing up out of this air? Y/N's heart began to ache as she recalled the look Thomas had given her when he finally realized who it was. The pain that had etched itself deep into his features. The quiet resignation that came after dealing with heavy burdens day after day. Had her death done that to him? Or the war?

Again she kicked herself, the hubris she'd gained in the last three years sometimes even astounded her. Bending down to uncover her few possessions from behind a small mound of bricks.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind her.

"Out a bit late, aren't you?"

She yelped, spinning around to confront her attacker. The light cast a shadow over the slim figure of a man, the only illumination coming from his lit cigarette. Despite the years she could still recognize that silhouette anywhere.

"Thomas? What the hell are you doing up this time of night? Scaring the shit out of me no less?" She huffed indignantly.

He stepped forward in the pale moonlight raising an eyebrow as he closed the distance between them. His eyes lingered on her, moving up and down slowly.

While Y/N didn't like the scrutiny, she knew he needed this so she waited. After a few moments he held out his hand.

"Come on Y/L/N. You haven't eaten all day and Harry usually leaves a little something in the back for us. Just in case."

Y/N smiled, "Been following me Shelby?"

He nodded unashamed as he gripped her luggage, "Saw that pretty boy you snagged. Good mark. Good dress."

Y/N prayed to whatever god still existed that he couldn't see her cheeks flush. She took a deep breath to steady her voice, "Think I can catch a few more in it?"

Thomas chuckled as he unlocked the Garrison Pub, "Aunt Pol always assumed that it was the war that honed my conman skills. Should I tell her it was you instead?"

"Only if it gets me on her good side. Though I don't think that I've done anything that's so bad." Y/N let out a sigh of relief as they entered the shelter of the pub.

Her nose and cheeks had long ago turned numb in the chill of the night. Her shawl barely held enough body heat to keep her from shivering but stepping inside was like returning to a warm bed with a sleepy lover. A welcome distraction from the future.

Thomas continued, “Not so bad? You convinced a whole regiment that if they drank vinegar with their food it would turn them blond.”

Y/N leaned against the wall, “Commander Hopper said he needed to get rid of it.”

Thomas turned towards her with the smallest smile on his face. Something about him had changed between this afternoon and now. His posture was less rigid, his features less guarded. Then the light hit his eyes. His pupils were blown out so far there was almost no color left between them and the bloodshot whites of his eyes.

“You smuggled in a whole crate of wine, right under Hopper’s nose.”

Y/N stiffened as he approached, “It was Christmas.”

“You stole the Acquisition Officer’s boots, wore them around yourself until he replaced Jerimiah’s.”

“Now, he was just being a prick.” Y/N’s voice was barely a whisper as Thomas stopped barely an inch away.

His eyes were glazed over as they wandered over her features. Over and over they passed across the same area, an addled mind trying to remember every significant detail. The spell only came undone when he leaned forward to press his forehead against hers.

When he spoke again his voice was gravely, “If I kiss you will you taste like blood and dirt?”

“Thomas?”

“If I open my eyes again will your face be burned by the funeral pyre?” his voice cracked as he shuddered.

 His hands were on either side of Y/N’s head, trapping her against his body. The heat that passed between them almost seemed to burn compared to the early autumn air outside. His body was a wall against hers, a bit softer than she remembered but that was probably due to the fact that he wasn’t being malnourished anymore.

Y/N knew she shouldn’t move right now. That she should let him overcome this on his own. It didn’t stop her from reaching up, letting her arms circle around him. “Thomas, it’s me. I’m here.”

His eyes slowly opened, traveling up her face, his jaw set in determination. Thomas shifted his weight, detaching one hand from the wall to cradle the back of her neck. Y/N froze at  the gentle touch. Her skin was still cold beneath his fingers. His hot breath mingled with hers as the whole world came down to a single point. 

“Say my name.” 

“Wha… Tommy?"

His lips brushed against hers. So gentle it was as if Eurus himself had come down for a taste. Y/N gasped softly as she leaned just ever so slightly closer. That was all the hinting Thomas needed, his lips were suddenly crushed against hers. His hand tilting her head up just enough so he could taste her. His tongue brushed against her lips, asking for entry. Y/N answered by pressing her body against his, parting her lips.

Seconds later Thomas had her lifted into the air, his hands digging into her thighs as he pinned her against the wall. While he held her aloft, he wasn’t the one in control of the kiss. At some point Y/N returned the kiss. It was something wild born out of the fear and pain that had built up over the years. 

It was a kiss that rent open the walls they’d built around themselves letting the shattered pieces of their souls lie bare for each other to see. It was need. It was desperation. It was a blossoming love stomped out by the heel of war. 

After a long moment Y/N pulled away, gasping softly as he pressed his head into the curve of her shoulder. They stood there in the barest of light, catching their breath. Letting what had just happened sink in.

It was Thomas who broke the silence, “I...I guess you are real. FUCK.”

Fuck indeed.

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut fighting back the tears. The want for Thomas was still there demanding attention. Close proximity made it all the harder to stop. However, a familiar taste lingered on her lips now. Opium. She could not in good conscience keep on going.

She almost didn’t recognize her own voice as she spoke, “Thomas, can you put me down please?” She hated herself for sounding weak, but the day had been a long one and quite frankly she wasn’t sure how much more she could give it.

He nodded, setting her down gently and taking a step back. Allowing her the space she needed to collect her thoughts. Y/N pressed her lips together in an attempt to figure out what to say, but caught herself wincing. Somewhere in their heated exchange they’d become bruised and sensitive. Thomas instinctively reached out to brush his thumb across her lower lip. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her the entire time. “I..I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath before yanking back his hand like it was on fire, “I’m so sorry.”  He spun on his heel suddenly stalking toward the bar, “I promised you food.”

“That’s really not-”

“If you tell me not to again I’ll just have to go buy you enough groceries for a whole month. Now go sit down; I’ll have it out in a moment.” He disappeared into a back room Y/N hadn’t noticed earlier.

Y/N didn’t trust herself to stand especially after all the physical activity for the day. She stretched slightly, testing out her muscles while keeping most of her weight against the wall. After a distinct lack of pain, she stood and slowly made her way to a nearby table. After sitting down she arranged herself in the way she knew created the least amount of stress on her limbs. She’d be damned if she kissed Thomas and collapsed on him in the same five minutes.

A soft hum wafted towards her accompanied by the smell of food heating in an oven. The tune was one she recognized from her time in the trenches. It was one she’d made up for her company to bolster their spirits on a particularly gruesome day. She was surprised that Thomas still sang it at all.

A few minutes later Thomas returned with a bowl of soup and a fresh chunk of bread. Y/N could practically feel her jaw drop.

She grasped the hot bowl that was thrusted at her hoping to warm her hands, “What the hell is all this?”

Thomas shrugged sitting opposite of her, “I can’t feed my friends?”

“Fresh loaves of bread that feel like they came out of the oven five minutes ago? You know how much I love bread; this isn’t just feeding your friends. It’s handing me tasty gold.”

A chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest. “It’s a secret from my mum’s side of the family. Besides Aunt Pol would have a fit if I handed you anything less.” 

Y/N was about to dig in when she registered the fact that there was only one bowl. “Aren’t you having any?”

He shook his head. “I ate. Plus your stomach has been growling non stop since I brought that in here. I’m starting to get concerned that you haven’t eaten in days.”

Rather than confirm his suspicions Y/N shrugged and dug in. Though she still split the bread in half and handed it to him.

He gave her a reluctant smile and ate with her, occasionally dipping the bread in the soup.

When Y/N was done eating Thomas whisked away her bowl before she could even think to stand and take care of it herself. Upon returning he found her grabbing her luggage.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Y/N shrugged, “Dunno, but this is a pub not a hotel. I can’t stay here”

“Don’t you have a place to stay?”

Y/N paused. She didn’t know the area well enough to make something up so she just opted for the truth, “I haven’t been in town long enough to find anything. I had enough time to get my first job set up but Danny dragged me away from getting enough money for a hotel tonight.”

Thomas’s brow furrowed. “You don’t have money for a place yet.”

Y/N shook her head despite the fact that it wasn’t a question.

“Well I’m not letting you go out there in the cold if that’s what you’re thinking.” He crossed the space between them in a fraction of a second, pilfering Y/N luggage directly from her grasp.

Y/N lunged for her case, “Hey! What exactly do you plan on doing then? Taking me back to your room? Because I can tell you right now that’s not a good idea.”

He hefted the case into the air with little effort. “You’ll be staying here. There’s rooms upstairs.”

“I won’t be some charity case, Thomas Shelby.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it, Y/F/N.” He walked back towards the door he’d disappeared in earlier, but instead of going in he began jogging up a flight of stairs.

Y/N stared after him in mild horror. She really didn’t think she could handle stairs tonight, but what choice did she have? If she didn’t follow him he’d be back wondering what on earth was keeping her so long. So she walked over to the stairs, her back stiff but not protesting. She thanked the gods for small miracles and began to climb.

After a minute or two she crested the last flight, letting out a slow breath to ease the tension that had gathered along her spine on the way up. Thomas was down a skinny hallway fumbling with a set of keys. 

He spoke at the door refusing to look at her more than he had to, “This whole floor is typically meant for employees, but Harry’s got a family and Grace has her own place. So you’ll more often than not have the whole floor to yourself. I do sleep here sometimes, but that’s few and far between.”

Y/N thought back to earlier that night, “Does Grace live with her parents?”

Thomas shrugged, not really paying attention, “I don’t think she has parents anymore.”

Y/N slowly closed the distance between them, Thomas’s antics becoming down right jittery as she got closer. Finally the door opened.

Inside was a small room with  a full bed taking up most of the space. There were no blankets or sheets to be seen but the layer of dust on everything signaled that no one had lived here in a long while. Two small doors were the only things that interrupted the dull wooden walls.

“It’s perfect.” Y/N grinned. 

He looked at her like she was crazy but instead of answering he set her luggage beside the bed along with her violin. He disappeared as she wandered in. The air was musty and everything needed cleaning but it was more than she’d hoped for when she had gotten onto the train headed for Birmingham.

Thomas reappeared a couple minutes later and threw a pillow and sheets onto the bed. With a flourish he wrapped the duvet around Y/N’s shoulders, getting a startled yell in return. He smiled fondly as she struggled with the mass of cloth, his features returning to normal as she emerged.

“This is all too much, Thomas. I..How much is the rent?”

He answered.

Her cheeks flushed, “That’s way too low, even for living on this side of town.” 

Thomas shrugged, “I expect you to play on Saturdays. Grace requested we allow singing and I think using your violin to draw in the customers will more than make up for the discount.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow, “You didn’t allow singing? In a pub?”

He shrugged before handing her the key and turning to leave. He was almost to the top of the stairs when he stopped.

“Again, I’m sorry about tonight.”

Y/N barely heard him and honestly she wasn’t sure she was supposed to. She didn’t reply and instead went about making her new bed.

#thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinder imagine #shelbys at somme #adventuresintooblivion #tommy

[chellestrash]

modern!reader x peaky blinders

it has returned.

tommy: right, tell me what you did today?

john: i checked the races.

arthur: i checked the fights at the ring.

michael: made sure our finances are under control.

polly: i made sure we’re all safe.

reader holding a cup of tea:...i burnt my tongue like 4 times.

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arthur: Linda’s coming for dinner.

reader: i have just the thing!

arthur: what?

reader handing out earplugs: improvise, adapt, overcome.

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oswald mosley: how are you not dead yet?!

reader after getting shot: inside i am.

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reader when bonnie walks into the room: baby boy. baby. :)

reader when michael walks into the room: evil. >:(

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alfie who’s been picking up the reader’s way of talking: what’s cracking?!

reader: my bones.

reader looking straight into the camera: my bones are.

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i apologize if these are absolutely shit i have to say i’m a bit rusty! i’ve missed the peaky boys and the fandom a lot! hope you enjoyed!

#peaky blinders #modern reader #peaky blinders x reader #tommy shleby #john shelby #Arthur shelby #michael gray #linda shelby #ada shelby #alfie solomosn #polly gray #tommy shleby x reader #bonnie gold #aberama gold #alfie solomons x reader #shitpost