#arthur shelby drabble

[peakyltd]

Hello, Daisy! ❤️.

May I request this prompt "I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want." + Arthur? I know this man has a soft side 🥺. Maybe he's telling that to his wife/girlfriend?

Thanks in advance 😊. Have a beautiful day!

Hi Flor! Thank you so much for your request!🥰 Gosh this prompt is so fitting for Arthur, I love his soft side 🥹

A/N: Here's some pure fluff for all of you. I loved writing soft Arthur. I take no credit for the GIF! This GIF is made by @alicent-targaryen and you can find the full post here!

Warnings: None

Word count: 1532

Anything for you

(Y/N) shivered as she entered the house. She had just finished feeding the chickens after a day full of gardening. It was getting colder and although she loved to be outside in the sun, she couldn't wait to spend more time inside in front of the fireplace with Arthur.

She took her coat of and hung it on the rack, making her way to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. As she finished it, she took the cup and moved to the living room.

The fireplace had warmed the cosy space, a clear difference with the temperature outside. She sat down on the sofa and took her book from the wooden side table.

She was focused on the words in front of her when the sound of the creaking door got her attention. “Ello, love.”

(Y/N) turned around and saw Arthur standing in the room. “Hello, darling.” She smiled. “I didn’t expect you to be this early. How was your day?” She asked him as she put her book down on the sofa.

Arthur kissed the top of her head before sitting down next to her. “It took less time than I thought.” He smiled. “It was good. Busy.” He answered as he leaned back, his arms leaning on the back of the soft cushions

“Would you like a cup of tea?” “Yes.” He answered. “It’s chilly outside.” “It is.” (Y/N) agreed, getting up to get a cup of tea.

Arthur took her book from the sofa, curious what she was reading. While he inspected the book, (Y/N) walked back in. “There you go.”

He looked up at her and put the book down, taking the cup from her. She leaned down to give him a kiss. “I’m glad you’re home.” She told him while sitting back down.

Arthur smiled. “How was your day, love?” “Good, I finally finished the dress I was working on and I did some gardening today."

“Really? The green one?” “Yes!” (Y/N) excitedly answered. “I will show it to you later. It’s very pretty though I say so myself.”

Arthur took a sip of his tea, chuckling at how excited she was about her dress. “It took me ages to finish it.” She added. “Then I have to take you out sometime, don’t you think?” Arthur asked.

“Oh yes, I would love that!” She exclaimed with joy. “How about Friday night?” He questioned her. “Sounds like a plan.”

(Y/N) was looking at herself in the mirror, satisfied with how she looked for tonight. The dress that she had worked on for so long, complimented her figure and her make up highlighted the features of her face.

She couldn’t wait to show Arthur the dress, she had kept it to herself a little longer so she could surprise him on their date.

“Arthur?” (Y/N) called out for him. “Yes, love?” A muffled voice came from downstairs. “Can you come, please?”

She heard footsteps coming up the stairs, as soon as she heard him approach the door, she opened it. There stood Arthur in his black suit, a surprised expression on his face.

“Bloody hell, (Y/N).” Arthur looked her up and down. “You look fucking gorgeous.” He breathed out, earning a giggle from her. “And you made it all by yourself?”

“I did.” She smiled. He couldn’t help but stare at her, he still couldn’t believe the beautiful woman in front of him stuck with him for such a long time and loved him for him.

“Arthur?” She giggled. “Hm?” “I asked if you found your cufflinks already.” She answered. “My- oh yes.” He lifted his arm to show her the sleeves of his dress shirt. “Right there.” He added while tapping them.

“Great. Lets see if I didn’t forget anything.” She said as she walked back to her vanity table to get her clutch. Arthur watched her, a smile on his lips.

As she made her way back to the door, she catched Arthur looking at her. “Are you ready to go?” “Almost, I just need to do this.” Arthur said before pressing a firm kiss on her lips.

Their night had been amazing. They danced and had a few drinks, their minds occupied with each other and forgetting about their daily troubles.

(Y/N) loved going out with Arthur, whether it was an event for the company, a night at the Garrison or just a simple walk, she didn’t mind as long as he was there.

The same thing went for Arthur. He enjoyed his night with her. His heart swell at the sight of her laughing about something he told her and he loved to see the smile on her face when they were dancing.

He wouldn’t admit it to her but he liked to show her off. He liked to see the faces of the men who were watching them. Showing them that they would never have a chance. Although somewhere he was scared she would suddenly change her mind someday.

Once they arrived home, (Y/N) decided to go upstairs to change. She took off her shoes and sat down on the bed, a content sigh falling from her lips.

“Did you enjoy your night?” Arthur asked her as he walked into their shared bedroom. He took of his suit jacket and sat down next to her.

“I did, I loved it.” She smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. Arthur returned the favor. “Me too, love.”

“What if I’ll get changed and maybe we could have a drink downstairs after?” She asked him. “Can’t say no that that, eh?” He smiled at her.

(Y/N) took of her dress, with a little insisted help from Arthur. She put on her nightgown and robe and sat down at her vanity table. She took her brush and carefully brushed her hair.

Arthur watched her, the serenity of what was in front of him made him feel calm. He could watch her do the simplest things and it would make him feel at ease.

(Y/N) put down her brush and starting braiding her hair to keep it from knotting. She started the braid on the back of her head but soon enough her arms started to become tired.

She sighed as she started over. Her next attempt didn’t turn out for the better and she let her arms rest on the table for a minute.

“I can braid your hair for you.” Arthur offered. “-I mean only if you want.” (Y/N) looked at him trough the mirror. “Really?” She asked. “Yeah.”

“Well, okay.” She smiled at him. “Do you know how to braid?” She asked, not too sure about his ability. “A little bit, I’ve braided Ada’s hair before when she was little.” He told her, a smile forming on his lips.

“I didn’t know that.” “It’s my secret talent.” He joked. “Oh really? Do you have more secret talents.” She asked. “Most of them you already know, love.” He said as he got up, a small smirk played on his face.

(Y/N) chuckled, shaking her head. “I guess I’m very lucky that my man has so many talents then.” “That, my love, you are.” He agreed, brushing his fingers trough his hair, separating three strands.

Arthur carefully braided her hair, it felt soft between his fingers. These kind of moments reminded him of simpler times. Sometimes he wished he could go back and live a peaceful life together with (Y/N). On the other hand, they would never had achieved what they have now.

As Arthur was in deep thoughts, a strand of her hair got stuck between his fingers which resulted in him pulling it a bit too hard. “I’m sorry.” He immediately apologized to her. He looked in the mirror, making sure she was okay. “Don’t worry, it didn’t hurt that much.” She assured him.

He carefully continued until he finished the braid. “You’re all set.” He said, proudly looking at her braid. “I’ve still got it.” He smiled.

(Y/N) took the braid and put it over her shoulder. “It’s so pretty!” She smiled, turning sideways to look at the rest of her hair in the mirror.

“You’re amazing!” She happily exclaimed as she got up. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome, love.” Arthur replied, sneaking his arms around her waist as hers found their way around his neck.

“You do know that this won’t be the last time you’ll have to do this?” She jokingly questioned him. “I don’t mind, I’d do anything for you.” He told her as he stroked her back.

“What did I do to deserve such an amazing man like you?” She wondered as she looked into his eyes. “You mean what did I do to deserve you.” He corrected her.

“I love you so much.” “I love you too, darling.” Arthur smiled as they stared in each others eyes.

The loving gaze of the woman in front of him made him feel so many things at once but one of the best things was, that a man like him could be loved by a woman like her and he never had to worry about her changing her mind.

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[castieltrash1]

riding arthur shelby’s face for kinktober? pls and thanks bae <3

kinktober day 3 → arthur shelby x f!reader; face-sitting, oral, dirty talk, mentions of arthur’s addictions

“Feels good, lovey?” The question comes muffled between your thighs, Arthur’s mustache tickling your skin with each word. Your hips twitch instinctively, desperate to feel his tongue against your cunt like it was just moments ago, but he only tightens his grip, holding you still. “Tell me,” he urges, voice husky with his thick accent.

You scoff, hoping the neediness you feel isn’t obvious in the way your body shakes. “Fuck off,” you say back, but the whimper in your tone doesn’t go unnoticed, and Arthur’s grin widens when you run your fingers through his hair and tug, to no avail. “Please?”

It hurts him almost as much as it hurts you - to be a tease and deny what you both want. Arthur had always been eager to taste you, ready to fall to his knees and pocket your panties at the drop of a dime; but recently, the desire had grown, turning into something deeper, darker. Instead of a smoke, he’d put you in his mouth. Instead of a fight, he’d make you cum. Instead of drowning his sorrows in whiskey, he’d savor your arousal coating his throat with the same bitter tang.

The only thing he’s addicted to now is you.

Arthur glances up at you mischievously and you can tell he’s still smiling by the way his eyes squint under his bushy brows. His breath is warm against your clit when he exhales softly, waiting, and you finally snap.

“Feels amazing,” you admit, with a flush, and then his tongue is back on you.

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[madeinparadis]

NIGHTLY SORROWS | THOMAS SHELBY

pairing: thomas shelby × reader

tw: grief (reader is dead), angst

word count: 724

masterlist: all characters

a/n: this is more of a drabble, just a little something i wrote before bed. italics signal a flashback/memory.

Far into the winter, all of Birmingham was covered in fog and cold. The houses were dimly illuminated by the bleak sunshine during the day, then engulfed by darkness in the later hours, and Arrow House was no exception, looking and feeling particularly gloomy. Despite all efforts done by staff to make it warm and hospitable for its owner, the most important part of it was lost forever, and could never be replaced- you.

The clock on the bedside table read one o'clock. Tommy sat in what was once your shared bed, now only his. His mind was playing tricks on him yet again, clouding his conscience with visions of you, the feeling of longing and regret leaving a bad taste on his tongue.

No matter the circumstances, Thomas Shelby wouldn't ever say he is an emotional or sensitive man. With all the horrors he's seen, all the men he's brutally murdered, the business he leads, there was just no space in his life for feelings. Even so, that doesn't mean they didn't plague him- in fact, they took over his mind at every given chance. Every time he let himself breathe and relax his muscles, he was taken there, to a place where you exposed the thoughts and emotions buried the deepest in his consciousness.

"Tom?" you called, a smile painted on your face. Oh, this was one of his favourite memories. "Look, I want you to see this." your request caught his attention, making him glance up at you, taking notice of the new garments on your frame. "What do you think?" you gestured at your outfit. "The seamstress finished it earlier today. I'm thinking of wearing it the charity event next week."

If only he didn't take you to that ball...

"It looks perfect. you're always beautiful, love." Tommy replied, watching you change back into your nightgown, joining him in bed- back when it was still both his and yours to share.

"Fuck." he spoke in a low, tired tone. He had to get his shit together, stop reminiscing, he thought to himself. Well, perhaps later he would- for now, he wanted to keep you around, in whatever way possible.

The hours went by as Thomas drowned himself with work in the office, a poor attempt to drown out the thought of you. He got up from his chair, dragging his tired self to the cabinet and pouring himself a glass of whisky. Sitting behind the desk again, he drank up the contents of the glass in one uninterrupted take, setting it on the wooden desk quite harshly.

For a second, his head was empty. Then, there you were- the vision of your ghost like an oasis sighting to him. You took a step closer to him, standing behind the office desk as you rested your hands on his shoulders, earning a relieved sigh from Tommy, who leaned into your touch almost desperately.

"Did you miss me, darling?" Your voice was like medicine to his soul, making the pain drift away while he heard it- except it made his heart ache even more after, when he was reminded you weren't truly there anymore.

"Everyday, love." He replied with a tormented tone.

"You know you can't keep living like this, Tom. Our son needs a father." You spoke softly. "He needs you."

"There's no joy in this house without you, (y/n). Charlie misses you just like me, everyday."

You remained silent for some time, offering comfort with your touch rather than words. Tommy accepted every gesture of yours, taking every second he could get with you.

"It's not your fault, Tom. There was nothing you could do to prevent that bullet from reaching me." You spoke up again, kneeling down until your lips reached his ear. "Do you remember my last request to you, just before I died?"

"To be good to Charlie, take care of him." The expression on his face was pained as he answered your question, reminding him of your last moments on earth.

"Exactly. Have you gotten him a horse yet?"

"Yes. I bought him one for Christmas, a good breed."

"That's good. Be patient with him, Tom. He's got a strong-willed spirit like yours."

Tommy felt your lips on his cheek, looking up to see your face. But just like that, you were gone once more.

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[geekwritersworld]

EDITH

credit for gif: google

Pairing : Peaky blinders x sister!reader, OFC (Edith)

Warnings: none

Hi , hyd?

Could i ask for a peaky blinders fic ?

One where they find out they have a little sister at the orphanage ( 4/5 ) and she looks exacly like tommy and she goes on to stel the hearts of everyobe with her cuteness

And could she maybe be shy and when there is a lot of people she goes to tommy or polly to pick her up?

Thank you!

Summary: As stated in the request above.

A/n: Some facts and timelines have been adjusted to better fit this story. P.s I am aware I'm insanely late. I am honestly sorry for it, however ya girl's got issues.

The streets were still empty considering the early hours of the morning.

The woman hunched over the blanketed lump in her hands. Shivering, the old woman opened the door, wondering who in the devil was at the door of an orphanage at nearly dawn.

And all she could do was gasp at the sight of the shriveled woman, her hair astray holding a new born child in her arms.

Ethel thought of that night 4 years ago often, she'd been new at the orphanage then, had just started 2 days prior and she didn't expect such sadness within her first week working there.

The little girl had been the tamest little child she'd come across. The other older children at the orphanage marveled at the tiny blue eyed baby.

She watched the little girl open her eyes and gaze at the ceiling, she watched her gurgle and she looked at the candle light and she heard her squeal as she asked Ms. Ruth her name "Edith, woman that left her here said her name was to be Edith", and she watched Edith take her first steps and heard her mumble her first words "No!" Edith squealed when Ethel tried to feed her some more of the thick porridge.

They spoke of the woman often at the orphanage. Wondering who she was and why she had left a newborn alone with no family. But no one, no matter how long they stood by the window at the orphanage, no one saw the woman again nor did anyone come for the child.

But the other 9 children at the orphanage had accepted Edith as their own. Treating her as their own little sister. The 5 boys would let her sit in a wooden crate and would push her around till she was a squealing and giggling mess. When she was 3, the boys would steal her some sweets from the kitchen, fourteen year old Jack made alterations to 10 year old Anna's old dress to fit Edith.

She had become the light joy of those children's lives, without even knowing it.

Edith was a wanderer. She'd wandered into the few big rooms, into the kitchen, into the backyard where Ms. Ruth had been adjusting the wet clothes on the clothes line and she'd even wandered out of the orphanage on one occasion.

She'd wandered out onto the street when the door had been briefly left ajar. She gazed up at the tall figures she'd never seen before. At the noise she'd only heard rarely when Ethel let her accompany her on errands.

"And who are you gorgeous?" Edith hadn't ever seen this woman before, but she giggled at the sight of the woman in a funny hat.

"Edis" pushing her hair out of her face, Edith looked at the woman who'd bent down to talk to her better.

"and where's your mother?" the woman asked.

"There" she smiled, pointing to the building behind her, and then turned her attention to the woman's gloved hands.

"Well why don't we get you back there safely eh?" extending her hand to the child, the woman led Edith back. "What's your name?" Edith asked, her blue eyes wide.

"Oh I'm Polly but you can call me Pol" she teased, couldn't help looking at Edith curiously.

"Ok Pol" Edith shifted her attention to the horse they walked past.

"prettyy" the little girl gasped at the sight of the big dark horse that leaned its head down a little closer to the young girl.

"and who is this Pol?" at the sound of the gruff voice, Edith snapped her head up at the man speaking, looking at him in wonder.

"Her names Edith" Pol looked at the man "and she decided to wander out" Pol teased making the little girl let out a shy giggle.

Edith didn't hear the man's response, instead she focused on the horse in front of her and only looked away when Pol ushered away towards the orphanage.

As Pol held Edith's hand, she occasionally looked over at the little girl. But once the two were right outside the orphanage door, she bent down to level with the 4 year old and said "well you'd better get inside before you get in trouble sweetheart" Pol caressed Edith's cheek as the door was frantically opened- practically thrown off its hinges by a frantic looking boy who opened his mouth to say something but stopped upon seeing the company right outside the door.

"Bloody hell Edith!" He bent down and hugged her tight, then looked up at the woman.

"Thank you er-"

"Don't worry, you'll know me name soon enough I suppose" Pol smiled leaving James confused but he didn't think too much of it, only grateful that the little girl was safe.

"What were you doing outside?!" jack exclaimed gently holding her shoulders.

Ethel and Ms. Ruth both came running to Edith, each crying out in relief.

"Where'd you bloody go?" Ms. Ruth picked up Edith who simply giggled unaware of the chaos that ensued inside the orphanage when no one could find the little girl.

On the other side of the orphanage door however, Pol had just walked up to her nephew, letting him know she'd see him at the betting shop and then disappeared down the street.

She couldn't help but continue to think of the little girl she'd met. Her blue eyes, they were the color of the ocean on a warm sunny day.

"The color of blue daisies" she whispered to Martha, holding Finn. The color she prayed to see once again. Polly knew the Martha Shelby's eyes anywhere. She saw her sister-in-law in her nephews eyes, she saw them in her niece and now; she saw them in Edith.

Pol had always wondered why Martha refused to come around to the house anymore months before she passed away. Thinking to herself of where she could possibly find a definite answer she headed to the one place she hoped would answer some questions. Polly knew Martha wouldn't have kept any trace of it in her own house, but what confused her further was why she'd given up a child.

She knew her sister-in-law, she knew Martha would've never gone to the hospital had she been pregnant.

Clenching her fists walking up to the door Polly sent up a silent prayer, praying she would find something useful here. Waiting after she had knocked twice, Pol heard the door open and stood in front of Martha's neighbor, Helen; the only woman Polly could think of who was as stubborn as they come.

Helen was a woman of small stature, she stood in a grey dress and had the same look of adamancy as she had 4 years ago.

"Took you long enough to bloody come" Helen grumbled letting Polly in without a question.

"You've done well for yourself" Pol said her taking in Helen's house.

"I haven't, my husband has though of course" she winked making Pol snort.

"So why are you here?" Helen asked

"I need to ask you, did you see Martha within the last few months before she died?" Pol knew Helen had always been adamant on checking up on Martha, making sure she was alright. Even when Martha began pushing everyone away, it was Helen who had still argued her way into Martha's home. It was Helen, after all, who had found out something was wrong when Martha hadn't come home the night they found her body in the cut.

"I did" Helen sat down offering Polly a cigarette, who denied, and lit one for herself.

"was she-"

"she was pregnant yes, helped deliver the child meself" Pol's eyes widened at Helens revelation. Helen continued looking ahead, letting out of puffs of smoke.

"And you didn't bloody say a thing!" Pol looked at her incredulously.

"Martha made me swear not to tell a soul unless I was asked" turning to Pol "I'm sure it wasn't an epiphany that brought you here out of the blue"

"four years" Pol let out a breath "that little girl has been there alone, for 4 years"

"Not alone" Helen said "checked on her every now and then, children at the orphanage love her" she let out a puff of smoke.

Pol continued standing near the table "suppose that life maybe better than the one with us" she finally pulled a chair out and slowly let herself sit down, letting the realization sink in.

"until some family that's far worse than yours decides to take her in" Helen snorted, letting her gaze fall on the window.

"Fuck" Polly muttered. Closing her eyes for a second, she knew the other families in small heath were scarcely much better. She knew of dwelled amongst the neighboring families. She knew of the pain and abuse, the nightmares she'd heard stories of.

"I'll bring her over sometime then" Pol said quickly walking to the door and then rushing out.

She didn't wait to hear Helen's response. Instead she went straight to the betting shop.

"Tommy" she called, everyone moved out of her way as she headed for Tommy's office and opened his door, without knocking.

Looking up irritated, Tommy adjusted his collar, waiting for Polly to speak.

"need to gather the family at home" she said.

"Why?"

"Because apparently you have a fucking sister"

"Pol, have you been drinking?" Tommy risked.

"BESIDES ADA" Polly snapped

He wasn't sure what Pol was talking about "what"

Pol sat and, rather impatiently, explained to Tommy about Edith. With each word Pol uttered, Tommy found himself breathing heavier.

This whole time, he had a four year old sister who'd been living in an orphanage. An orphanage that was minutes away, he had a four year old sister he had been minutes away from for four years and he hadn't a clue.

Tommy didn't know much of what had happened to his mother within the last year of her life. His mother had forced the children to go live with Aunt Pol, and they didn't see too much for her during her last year. And then one night his Aunt had woken him and his siblings up, with their drenched then neighbor at their front door, telling them their mother was gone.

Tommy had already made up his mind.

He left his study and approached John "John, gather everyone and meet us at home, Pol and I will be there in a bit" Not waiting for a response he and Pol left the betting shop.

They were going to bring Edith home.

There was a lot more to bringing a four year old into their care, they knew this. But they'd deal with it once they knew that the little girl was in their care.

Ethel hadn't let Edith out of her sight all day. She was far too scared. They were beyond lucky that the kind woman had brought Edith right back, but it may not necessarily be the case, should this happen again.

There wasn't much to do at the orphanage, but the children all made do.

Ms. Ruth was teaching the older children, and seeing as Edith was the only four year old, Ethel would have to begin teaching her letters soon.

So while the rest of the children were occupied, Ethel was the one to rise out of her chair with Edith rushing over to hold her hand when someone had come in to the front of the orphanage.

Opening the door Ethel looked up at the woman standing with a small smile while a man stood next to her who's gaze immediately fell onto to Edith.

Edith's eyes brightened when she looked up at the two grown ups, and smiled when she noticed Pol.

"Yes?" Ethel inquired, tightening her grip on Edith's hand.

"I'm Polly, we're here to talk to you about little Edith here" she smiled kindly at Edith, who looked up at her.

Tommy looked around the orphanage, trying to understand where his little sister had been living this whole time.

Hoping that the last four years had been kind to the little girl.

He heard the muffled noise of Pol talking to Ethel in the other room, while he observed the room.

"This my horsey" he snapped his head in the direction of the voice, looking down behind him to find Edith on the floor, holding a white horse toy.

"This is your horse eh?" Tommy squatted and took off his hat, holding it he looked at the few toys strewn in front of him.

"uh huh" she held the toy horse out, pushing it into the grown mans hands.

putting his hat down, he held the toy in his hand, turning it over to see it was obviously an old worn toy. "does your horse have a name?" Tommy raised his brows.

Edith let out a huff, then hummed, making a small smile tug at the corners of Tommy's lips "well I name him Horsey, but Jack said I can't call him that because that is not a name" she hummed again.

Tommy fully smiled this time at his little sisters little dilemma "hm, well sounds like you're very worried about his name"

"Cause!" Edith exclaimed looking at Tommy with her big blue eyes "he need a name!"

"I don't know your name" Edith said.

So he told her his name and sat for over 10 minutes, giving her one name after the other, but she hated every single one. Tommy even threw in his brothers names, wondering if any of those would appeal to the little girl. Until he heard footsteps approaching, then he looked up at his Aunt, who stood int he door way with teary eyes and a smile.

Edith looked up to see Ethel walk in behind Pol with shaking hands. Kneeling down, she picked up Edith and went into a different room, leaving Tommy and Pol alone.

"Well sweetheart" Ethel started "You remember Pol" Edith nodded enthusiastically.

Ethel continued "Well, you're going to be part of her family now"

Edith looked sad for a few minutes, but there was only so much sadness a four year old could comprehend "Can I still come see you?"

"of course, we'll be right here, and you can come visit anytime"

Ethel had of course informed Ms. Ruth and the children about Edith, which led to tears from all the children and even a few from Ms. Ruth.

While Ellie had made Edith promise she wouldn't forget them and Jack promised to sew her some new dresses, Ethel and Ms. Ruth were packing up Edith's few belongings.

When Edith was finally ready to go, Pol turned around to look at Ms.Ruth and Ethel while Tommy led his little sister outside.

"Thank you, for being kind to her" Pol didn't wait for a response but walked out.

"HORSEY!" Edith ran to pet the horse Tommy led her to, and then he asked "would you like to ride her home?" when Edith squealed yes, Tommy climbed onto the horse then Pol gently helped Edith onto the horse, placing her in front of Tommy and he slid one arm around his giddy four year old sister and the other held the horses reign.

The people of Small heath observed Tommy Shelby, the notorious leader of the ruthless gang, the peaky blinders, pass them with a giggling and squealing child holding onto his arm.

And Edith squeal louder when Tommy carefully lifted her off of the horse and gently put her down in front of the Garrison. It did occur to him that the pub was an odd place to bring a child, but seeing as that he and his family owned it, he wasn't too concerned.

"where are we?" Edith looked up at Tommy.

Pol walked up behind Tommy "We, are going to meet the rest of your brothers and your sister"

But Edith wasn't listening, she'd turned to continue petting the horse that had bent it's head a little lower, enjoying the soft little hand that patted his head.

Tommy shook his head at how easily the child was distracted and he turned to Pol "I'll walk the horse to Curly's with her"

With a nod and a quick glance at Edith, Pol walked towards the house and Tommy squatted down next to Edith "want to come with me and see a few more horses first?" He put his large palm on his sisters back.

"MORE HORSEYS?!" Tommy shifted slightly at Edith practically screaming with excitement in his ear.

"I think you and Arthur will get a long great"

He let Edith hold the horses reign and walk him inside the shed and he trailed next to her.

Edith suddenly let go of the horses reign and let out a scream, making Tommy reflexively reach for his gun and reach out for Edith with his other hand...until he noticed Edith running to the shinning brown mare in the stable. She ran to it squealing and almost tripping over some hay, while Tommy tried to calm his heart. He'd been with Edith for less than a day and she'd already almost given him a stroke.

"Wh- Tommy" Curly walked inside, looking curiously at the child engaged in a very serious conversation with the horse and at the man looking who looked pale.

"Tom- where'd the child come from?" Curly wondered.

Tommy gave a little smile "This Curly, is the newest member of our family" he walked to Edith, and put his hand on her shoulder, not sure if the four year old would be comfortable with him picking her up "Edith meet Curly, Curly this is Edith, our little sister, eh" he looked down at Edith, teasing her.

"Yeah! sister!" Edith bossed.

Curly chuckled at the little display of defiance as Edith looked up at him.

"Uh-" he was still very confused, so Tommy told him he'd explain later, in the meanwhile both men looked at the four year old that almost put her finger in the horses nose and Tommy immediately gently stopped her "Now why would you try to do that?" Tommy inquired, amused.

"Want to see if its like mine" Edith looked disappointed Tommy had stopped her.

Shaking his head, he held out his hand for his sister to hold and led her out, letting Curly know he'd see him later.

Tommy watched Edith's blue curious eyes observe the surroundings. He wondered if he could truly give her a better life. Could he possibly keep her safe? was it the wrong decision to take her out of the orphanage only to bring her into their lives, the one's where they were being targeted almost every single day?

But, Tommy realized, it was risk they'd have to take. He couldn't, as he was sure neither could his family, just get on with their lives knowing they had a four year old sister in the orphanage.

Leading her towards the door of the house, Tommy pushed open the door and led Edith inside.

Tommy almost toppled over Edith's small frame in front of him when he shut the door and turned- she had just stood still, not having taken another step further.

He shifted to look at her face, her eyes wide and her mouth open, Edith turned to Tommy "this is your house?" she gasped.

Tommy frowned, he was pretty sure there was nothing great about the house they were living in. The stairs creaked, the windows stained, the furniture was old and dusty and it was always dark in the house irrespective of the sunlight.

not saying a word, Tommy hummed in response to his sisters question.

"Can I live with you?" she whispered, her mouth still wide open as she ran up to the small table near the stairs with flowers in it.

Tommy chuckled "only if you want to" and he meant it.

"Come on" he ushered Edith into the kitchen, where she saw three men sitting at the table, two of whom were bickering about something, and there was one woman who sat quietly and Pol, who stood near the tabletop.

Both the men, that Edith didn't know, stopped fighting, and all five heads turned to her and Tommy.

Her ears burned at the attention, and she shifted slightly behind Tommy's leg to hide.

Tommy, thankfully, didn't force her to move in front or stop hiding in anyway, instead he just continued letting her hide and said "this is Edith, Pol-" Tommy looked at his aunt.

"I've already told them all about little Edith here, especially her being so troublesome!" Pol teased, smiling fondly at Edith, who's eyes grew wide at the woman's accusation. "That's not trueee!" she shrieked, then hid further behind Tommy's leg realizing she'd just brought more attention to herself.

"It's not?" Pol asked

Hesitating for a few seconds, Edith responded with a small shy 'no'.

"I'm Arthur, I'm the funny one eh" Edith turned to look at the man with the glass in his hand, he outstretched his hand towards her to shake.

She crept forward and loosely shook his hand.

"Oh! You've got a strong grip haven't yeah" Arthur joked, making Edith giggle.

"Edith" Tommy said softly "this is Finn and that's John, and that over there" he pointed at Ada who'd been looking at Edith adoringly "is your sister, Ada"

Edith looked at Ada "how come only one sister?"

To which the girl Edith was now aware was her sister, Ada, snorted "I've been wondering the same for years sweetheart, but now I've got you, it seems" she smiled kindly.

Finn and John leaned closer to Edith, and made small talk. John immediately asking her who Jack was when Edith mentioned Jack had gifted her a dress.

At one point when Ada asked John and Arthur to shut up about Jack, and poor Finn was trying to get a word in on the sparring between his siblings, Edith had moved back next to Tommy, and tugged at his hand gently.

At the feel of her tiny warm finger wrapping around his index finger, Tommy looked down at Edith, who then outstretched her arms towards her big brother. Indicating she wanted to be picked up.

His heart, Tommy was sure, would combust with the amount of love he had already felt for his little sister, who he had only known for a day.

Picking her up gently, Tommy wrapped an arm around her. Rubbing soothing circles on her small back. Edith rested her cheek against his shoulder as she watched the rest of her siblings bickering.

Pol, who'd been watching silently, wiped her teary eyes at the sight of Edith and Tommy.

"Oi, you've got favorites already have you?!" Arthur exclaimed when he noticed Edith and Tommy. Tommy rolled his eyes at Arthur, hoping his older brother wouldn't ruin the moment between him and his sister.

Immediately lifting her head, she looked down at Arthur," no, he's just very quiet" she smiled, not noticing Arthur's wide offended eyes. With his siblings all laughing with the exception of Tommy and Pol, who chuckled, Arthur turned to Edith again.

"and I'm not?"

"mmm no"

"come one Arthur, I'm obviously Edith's favorite, it would be me, isn't it ?" John looked at Edith, eyebrows raised.

"mmm well my horsey and you have the same name"

"that doesn't mea- hang on, you named your horse the same name as me? when?"

"today" Edith said innocently, not knowing what john was getting at.

Finn burst out laughing "you've got a horses name John"

Tommy let out a huff, almost laughing himself, Arthur snorted. John shook his head "right"

The sudden attention from people she'd just met had begun to make her shy and overwhelmed, Tommy noticed, when Edith began squirming in his arms. With the one free hand that wasn't holding Edith, he rubbed small circles on her back again, this time moving towards the empty hallway.

"right, let's get the little lady adjusted eh" Tommy hinted at his family towards Edith's discomfort. Arthur stood up, along with Ada, volunteering to help.

Pol looked at them "I'll be up in a minute"

Ada took Edith's little bag that Pol had left on the sofa, deciding she would put them away.

Finn had been moved into Arthur's room, John had run over to his house and had gotten quite a few of his children's old toys, and Finn had contributed further by giving some of his things for his new sister too. He'd left behind some color crayons and papers for her.

At Edith's request Tommy put her down at the bottom of the stairs. And she grabbed his big hands in her own and walked up the stairs with him. She climbed up the stairs one stair at a time, climbing up each one with a huffs that made Tommy smile. When they'd finally gotten to the top of the stairs, she waited for her older brother to guide her towards her room.

It surprised Tommy that Edith wasn't running around, like he'd expect a four year old to. Instead she stood there, looking up at him with her blue eyes wide.

So he led her to her room. That he noticed his siblings had done their best to make suitable for a four year old.

"only my room?" Edith looked at the room. Her bed she noticed had a white sheet with a floral print. There was a small dresser and a wooden closet.

Tommy said "yes"

"um" she wasn't sure how to tell him. she didn't want him to think she was a baby.

"what is it?" his eyes softened, Tommy bent down to reach Edith's level.

"well, I don't like to sleep alone" she murmured, shifting on her toes, Edith avoided looking at Tommy.

Letting out a breath, Tommy stood up and hummed. "It's alright" he wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but Arthur and Finn already share a room, Pol sometimes came home late and Ada had been sneaking out somewhere in the night lately

"Alright, you can sleep in my room then, is that alright?"

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[dearshelby]

Dear brother

Brushing the hair away from her face, she sat up in bed reaching for a cigar on the side table. Arthur laid by her side, mind far away from the bedroom. In a suite of the Saint Pancras hotel they once again betrayed Thomas, the younger brother remained unaware of hers and Arthur's infidelity.

She looked at Arthur and blew the smoke out of her lungs, not even once she had a platonic view of her brother-in-law, she'd dare say it was love at first sight even if their first meeting wasn't conventional. They met at her wedding with Tommy, in which Arthur was the best man.

Surely, the marriage was one of convenience, made by alliance between the peaky blinders and the catholic gangs in the north. Still, for the rest of the world, her and Tommy looked like a real, happily married couple, it was better to maintain the good reputation.

Noticing the signs of tension and the lack of his usual post-sex energy, she asked, "What's wrong, hm?"

"Nothing, love," he mumbled.

"Oh, c'mon," she scoffed, pressing a kiss on his naked chest, "Tell me, what's with that face?"

"I'm just thinking, hm-" Arthur hesitated, "what would be like if Tommy found out,"

"...he won't find out, ever, for ours and his own sake," she blankly stated, her weak smile dropping at the mention of the subject.

"His own?" he asked in confusion.

"I like your brother," she confessed, "I do, besides everything he's my husband and I don't want anything bad to come his way,"

Arthur hummed, of course he loved his baby brother, but their situation often made him wish to disappear, he'd never wish Tommy to be gone, however it'd be foolish to deny he considered running away with her, disappearing from the map and starting a new life. Or then, ending things with her, sacrificing his heart for Tommy's sake like a good older brother would.

"Neither do I," he drawled.

"But you know, Tommy doesn't love me, Arthur," she argued, "he'd never love me like you do, so I guess we deserve a little treat, right? After everything we've done for him?"

"...yeah," he hesitated, "but he can't find out,"

"He won't," she whispered, resting her head on his chest and kissing his cheek, "trust me."

#yes i wrote an 'cheating with in law' fic before but it wasn't between the brothers #i love this plot and these drabbles are getting the best of me okay? don't mind me #arthur shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic

[beautifultypewriter]

The Second Day of Christmas ~ Arthur Shelby

Prompt: Seeing the first snowfall of the year

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 487

A/N: I actually really love how this turned out and I want to say thank you so much to the anon who requested a first snowfall with Arthur.

With a quiet groan, you rolled over in your bed, pulling out of the arms that had been wrapped around you. Slowly, you opened your eyes, closing them again almost instantly, but then they snapped open again. You sat up abruptly, your eyes moving to the window of your shared bedroom. A small smile spread across your face as you jumped up from the bed, narrowly avoiding the arms that had reached out to grab you again. Arthur groaned as he opened one eye to stare at you as you rushed around the room, pulling on a pair of old trousers and a knit sweater. Hopping on one foot, you pulled on a thick wool sock, your other foot bare still. Arthur groaned again as he pulled the blanket tighter around himself, a shiver passing through him, “Come back to bed. S’cold.”

You glanced back at him quickly as you pulled your other sock on, “Snow.” And then you were rushing from the room and down the stairs, taking them two at time. You nearly tripped on the last step, but gripped the banister tightly and pulled yourself up. Rushing to the back door, you grabbed your boots and hastily slid them on and pulled open the door. As soon as you felt the cold air on your skin, you slowed down. Beautiful, shining snowflakes were still falling around you and you spun slowly in your spot, closing your eyes and breathing in the crisp winter air. You heard the back door open and close and the crunching of snow beneath Arthur’s boots. Your spinning halted and you faced your husband, your smile growing at the sight of snowflakes sticking to his mustache.

Arthur stepped over to you, draping your coat over your shoulders, “Forget something?” He was trying not to smile, and you laughed, shoving your arms in the sleeves of the coat, and fastening the buttons. Leaning forward, you pressed a quick kiss to Arthur’s lips and grabbed his hand. Leaning back again, you let yourself fall into the snow, pulling Arthur with you. His eyes widened as he tried to stop himself from falling, but ultimately failed. He fell next to you, the snow sticking to his coat as he rolled over slightly to get up, but you held tight to his hand, smiling at him as the flurries continued to fall, landing in your hair, and melting against the warmth of your skin. Arthur looked down at you and smiled. He laid back, feeling the chill of the snow against his neck, but it quickly disappeared as your free hand moved to caress his cheek. Despite the weather, it was warm, and he melted into your touch, his eyes closing for a brief moment. When he opened them again, you were cuddled up to his side, looking up at the sky, snowflakes catching in your lashes and a warm smile on your face.

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[lavender-romancer]

Tired of Me

Part Six

Tommy Shelby x Reader

CW: angst, fluff

Neither of you are strong enough to talk about your problems, you coexist in a state of sleepless nights and last chances but can any of that change when you start visiting a therapist?

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previous part

Tommy had gone away again but it hasn't been as bad as before, he called you regularly and had begun organising dinners to be served to you that changed day by day. You could feel his presence more than ever before and it felt so much better than you could have expected.

"The phone for you Ma'am," one of the maids told you as she entered your studio. You thanked her and went to your desk where you picked up the phone.

"Hello?" You asked with a smile on your face because you knew who it was.

"Hello, darling. How have your drawings been going lately?" Tommy asked in a tired but interested voice.

"It's been okay, I've been experimenting with some different crayons and oil paints and it's been coming out alright so far, I've got a portrait of you planned." You smiled as you held your knees close to your chest.

"I'm not worthy of your work, darling. I just love hearing your voice." Tommy sounded so sad it made you concerned.

"Are you okay, Tommy?" You asked, chewing your lip anxiously.

"Some things have happened but I don't want to worry you with the details," he sighed "I know you want me to let you in but some things aren't for the ears of angels like you."

"I understand, Tom. I just wish I could help you with everything." You rubbed your forehead.

"Darling, hearing your voice helps me more than you can ever understand." Tommy's line had some speaking in the background and there was a pause where he seemed to reply through a muffled microphone.

"Are you okay?" You asked.

"Yes, but I need to get off now. I'll call you again in a few days to hear how that portrait is coming along." Tommy sounded like he was smiling and jr made you blush.

"Okay, my love. Have a good evening, I love you."

You carried on keeping yourself busy in the studio with experimentation to try not to worry about what trouble your husband was getting into. It was helping but only slightly by this point as it had been a few days since you'd heard from Tommy and that always heightened your anxiety around it. But the thought that he wanted to change and was making actual changes to your relationship was making your heart warm. Regardless of the anxiety around his safety it reassured you that he was trying to be better and make you feel more loved.

Working on Tommy's portrait was healing for you because it felt like a portion of him was with you all the time. You chose to paint him in a happier moment, sitting at his desk in a shirt with the sleeves rolled up with a cigarette in hand. He was smiling at the viewer but you would know that he was smiling at you, sometimes Tommy would ask you to do some drawings whilst he was working at his desk so you could both work silently but this time you had begun sketching this happy expression on his face intermixed with sketches of him at his desk. So you had a pretty good reference to start from for your pencil guide, your favourite part to paint were always his eyes. They were so intoxicatingly blue, drawing you in and keeping you under his unmistakable spell. By the end of the sketch guide you felt so drunk on the love you had for his figure, for his face and his brain that it was almost ridiculous.

Your love for him could withstand anything, you didn't worry for your marriage as you did before and your therapy sessions had gone to every fortnight rather than every week as you felt more stable. At least… that's what you thought was the truth.

Later that week Thomas rang you again and you picked up with a smile on your face and a spring in your step. You'd missed his voice more than you cared for admit and wanted to soothe him with information about your mundane day because you knew he craved normality.

"Afternoon my lovely," you smiled against the phone.

"Hello, darling." Tommy replied.

"Your portrait is coming across nicely. You'll be happy to hear even if you won't appreciate the lack of a serious expression on your face." You joke and he let out a chuckle.

"You always say these sorts of things and they never really are true, if I smile around you then I am happy. You don't see it as weakness and I don't if I am around you," Tommy paused "There's so much shit going on here that I just want to hear how it's going, tell me everything that's happened."

"Well I've started with the desk, I want to paint your eyes last so I can just stare into them and get lost again. You're so beautiful to paint, Tommy." You rubbed your hand up and down your hand that held the phone.

"I'm glad you think so, I can't wait to get lost in yours again. I look at your photos so often I can't get them out of my head." Tommy hummed against the phone.

"You really think of me so often?" You asked with a smile dancing across your face.

"All the time my love, you never leave my mind at most points of the day." Tommy sighed at the other end of the line and you suspected he was rubbing his face.

"I admit I can't stop thinking about you at most points of the day either but you're always so busy my darling, hope I'm not distracting you too much." You tucked some hair behind your ear softly.

"Y/n, you're my favourite and only distraction I invite." Tommy told you and you smiled.

"You always know how to reassure me lately, I really appreciate all the changes you've made." You rubbed your neck that was aching from standing for so long.

"I love you, darling. Forever and always. Don't ever forget that, I must go now but I will contact you soon." Tommy put down the phone and you smiled.

The following day you were woken up with a knock at your bedroom door, a maid came in with a small package on a tray. You thanked her and set the package down on the bed, it was addressed to you but not in Tommy's handwriting so you weren't sure what it was going to contain. You pulled apart the brown paper that had a thick envelope slotted into it that you took out, opened it up and your eyes widened.

There were tens of photos of Thomas and Arthur with women. Photos of them entering a grand house and photos of your husband with women, but most of this with one woman with dark lipstick and darker hair. She was beautiful, there were labels or comments or something written in Russian on the back of all the photos and you didn't know what to say. But before you could think you saw the letter enclosed, it said few words but they spoke volumes.

Greetings from us Mrs Shelby,

We hope you enjoy this olive branch of honesty

Your breath caught in your throat but that was when you heard the ticking 'tick,tick,tick,tick'. Peeling back the other layers of brown paper you saw a timer triggered bomb and fled from your bed. You screamed 'bomb' from the staircase and fled for your life out of the house as the staff followed. You didn't get out of the doors in time before a world shuddering boom erupted. As you fell to the floor, your head dazed and foggy you realised you were holding the photos that your mind couldn't escape from. They were a bit crumpled from your fall but the incriminating nature of them was all the same and tears began to fall from your eyes as you lay on the gravel outside your home that was burning.

You were helped to your feet by one of the maids, you couldn't hear anything apart from the thumping inside your head as you walked back into the house. The portrait of you and Tommy that was on the grand staircase was burning at the edges of the frame, it served as a sick reminder that nothing had changed, nothing was different.

You coughed as you walked around the corner and leant against the wall for support, your arm was bleeding from the fall onto the drive but you just wiped it with your hand and carried on. The maids calls to you falling on dead ears as you entered the studio and looked at your easel. Your portrait of Thomas smiling back at you made your eyes well up and the rage within your body rose up into an almighty fire as you took a pallet knife in your hand and dug deep into his face. You ran the knife down to the bottom of the canvas and continued to retract and stab the knife into the fabric with a hopeless ferocity that made your arm hurt.

"You fucking bastard," you whispered to yourself as you took a step back and looked at the mangled portrait before you.

You wanted the fire to consume you, to take your body with the house and never return it to the earth. Why couldn't the sweet release of death take you? Why couldn't you just fucking cut yourself out of your husband's life and leave this god forsaken world behind. Even when he hurt you so intensely you felt such loyalty to him that it made you feel sick, no, no, no- not sick. Your breath caught in your throat again as you realised you had to vomit and you turned around, sinking to the floor Infront of the bin and emptying your guts. You couldn't be? No, no you… fuck.

Sinking against the floor you sobbed, holding your stomach you cried for the suspected unborn child that would be born into a world of fire. The child that would never understand why their father was never here, why he was never in their life. If you were with child you didn't know what to do. Pushing yourself up with shaking arms and a pulsing headache you packed up some of your sketchbooks and your materials, threw on an overcoat and some shoes the were under your desk and sat in your desk chair. Your feet were bleeding out into the soles of the shoes and you didn't seem to care, it was the least of your worries at the current moment. You could smell smoke and fire but you didn't move for a great while even when you could hear the fire engines approaching you didn't rise. You just gripped the photographs in your trembling hands and held yourself.

Thomas couldn't breath when he got the telephone call, he continued to hold his breath when he was told that you were alive but outright refused to talk to him. He didn't know how to react, what had made you so angry toward him? A few days ago there was no animosity, no anger at all so what had changed especially after such a tragedy? He came home on the first train he could but as he entered the house on Watery Lane he was met by Ada who had never looked so angry in her life. Before Tommy could say anything she had slapped him extremely hard round the face.

"You're a fucking bastard, Tommy. I mean that with every bone in my fucking body because of what you've done to her." Ada's eyes were full of malice.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Tommy asked and Ada looked at him with a knowing look.

"She knows, Tommy. She fucking knows what you did on that trip." Ada commented and Tommy rubbed his forehead.

"How the fuck-"

"The photos were with the fucking bomb, with a fucking note saying hello and labels in Russian on the photos of you having a great time with other women. She's sick with smoke inhalation, she's temporarily lost her hearing and fuck, she's absolutely broken." Ada yelled as she walked into the kitchen and sat down.

"What are you talking about, how could she know anything?" Tommy followed her and sat down.

"They look photos of you, everywhere in that fucking house and it's you there is no denying it. How have you fucked up this bad Tom? The moment before she nearly dies and all that is in her memory is you being with another." Ada shook her head and Tommy sighed.

"I need to see her and-"

"No! Don't you get it? She doesn't want you, she doesn't want to see you." Ada yelled and Tommy rubbed her forehead again, he was exhausted after his journey but he wanted to see you so badly he couldn't focus on it.

"Then what am I supposed to do? If I can't explain myself what should I do eh, Ada?" Tommy sounded like he could be pleading but his voice was so monotone you would never be able to tell.

"Fuck if I know, Thomas. But she doesn't want to see you. I'm going to the hospital now so if you want to say anything to her you'll have to write it down." Ada left the room and Tommy put his head in his hands and closed his eyes.

Your hearing was starting to come back day by day but your eyes hurt the most, they were constantly getting washed out and examined to make sure the smoke hadn't done any more damage but they were red and swollen. Nothing major was wrong that you could tell but the doctors were concerned for your lungs so you couldn't leave the hospital, not that there was anywhere for you to go. You assumed you'd go to London with Ada but you didn't know if you could stand the journey or if Ada would want you. The feeling of being unwanted was palpable in your soul, you couldn't count how many times you'd cried yourself to sleep and it was almost a miracle you had your own room.

You couldn't rationalise what was happening and that had always been the advice of Dr Molina, to stop and think about what was going on and if your brain was blowing something out of proportion. But what else could this be other than the most cardinal sin a husband could commit? How were you to feel anything other than abandoned? Even though you didn't want to see Tommy you couldn't despise him in the way you felt like you wanted too. You wanted to see his face and feel anger erupt from your body and into words of malice like on the day of the explosion but you couldn't. When you saw his face in your head all you felt was sadness at a life missed out on.

Ada came to your bedside later that day and you felt grateful that she was such a frequent visitor. No one else was here for you in the way she was, you had no one to turn to except her. She sat by your bedside and explained how she saw Tommy today and your heart rate quickened. Holding your hand she discussed how she told him that you didn't want to see him and you nodded with tears in your eyes. When she handed you a letter your brows furrowed but seeing your name written in Tommy's handwriting made it clear. Ada left you to read the unopened letter on your own and you didn't know if you really wanted to hear his words or not.

My darling y/n,

I suppose, no I know that you don't wish to see me and I won't break that promise I make to you as I have many others. I expect nothing from you after reading this, just confirmation from my sister that you have read it is enough for me. It is unexplainably heartbreaking to not be able to see you and yet I understand why, I have betrayed you whether it was for business or not I have betrayed you. I hold no ill intent toward you in my actions but I did them all the same and I know that is what is important. I have asked your doctor to give me regular updates on your health so that you do not have to contact me further as I know that would cause you great discomfort. Know that I have put in place payment for any new things you may need whether it be clothes or painting supplies just tell Ada and it will be done. Your life can continue without interference from me or we can reconcile at a later date. Either way I love you, I love you so deeply it pains me so intensely to be apart from you. I still remember my vows to you and I have broken them on so many occasions I know that you deserve more than I can give you.

I am and will always be, your Tommy.

You put down the letter on your bedside table, rolled onto your side and cried yourself to sleep, your pillow growing wetter as the minutes went on. In the back of your mind Tommy was dead, he was fucking people who looked nothing like you... Tommy lusted after these women who were nothing like you and he carried this guilt within the things he bought for you. He told you he wanted to love you forever but he didn't, you wanted to fall in love with him everyday but he wouldn't let you. Thomas came with all this stress, you were joined with him for life, you'd given him your best years and you couldn't escape now. These weren't mistakes, these were calculated decisions he chose to make.

He killed you, inside he had murdered you and your sense of self and it was all coming back to hit you like a wave. You weren't crying for him, you wouldn't cry for him anymore than you needed too. Instead you cried for yourself, you wanted to believe you could kill him in your mind and not let out a single tear but you didn't know if that was true. Everyday of your life you had waited for someone who would try, someone who who would love you everyday of your marriage and you thought you had found it. But the regret that pooled your stomach ended with a hatred of your husband that you didn't believe you would ever forget. You covered your eyes with your hands and sobbed as you mourned the life you would never have with the man you loved more than life itself.

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[theshelbyclan]

Congratulations!! Can you write something with a little Shelby sis falling in love her brothers not liking it?? Love you loads!!

Sure! Thank you, sweet anon! *****

“I have a secret!” you chipped in a singsong manner through the house in Watery Lane. Arthur smiled at his seven-year-old sister and asked, “Really? Even from your brothers?”  “Well, it’s a secret,” you replied the obvious.  “Go on,” John urged, “You can tell us.”  Thinking about it for a little while, you leaned into Arthur, choosing him to be the most trustworthy. In his ear you whispered carefully, so no one else would hear. Arthur, however, went white as a sheet when he heard. “What’s gotten into you?” Tommy looked up from his paper. Arthur got up angrily, put on his hat and started pacing up and down, full of agitation, “Tell me, Y/N, what’s his name?”  “Who’s name?” Tommy demanded again. “She tells me,” Arthur pointed at you, while you stood there with big eyes, “she has a boyfriend.”  “Absolutely fucking not,” John decided at once.  But Tommy noticed you were starting to look scared and beckoned you over, “Come on, sweetheart, we’re not mad at you, eh? We just need the man’s name, alright? Boy, I mean.”  Carefully, you walked over to him. You were now terrified of them shouting at you, but Tommy didn’t seem to be as angry. So, you whispered, “Jimmy.”  “Jimmy,” Tommy repeated, and he looked at his brothers, “Go and find out who this Jimmy is.” “But you know him,” you said still a little uncertain, “He comes over all the time.” “For fuck’s sake, we’ve let him in,” Arthur’s heart couldn’t take any of this.  Tommy frowned, “Tell me who he is, sweetheart.”  You looked down and eventually said, “Jeremiah.”  John burst out laughing and visibly relaxed on the spot.  “Jeremiah’s your boyfriend,” Arthur repeated.  “I thought,” you said a little shy now, “Maybe I could marry him one day? Not now…” John giggled some more and Tommy smiled at you, but said, “No boyfriends, Y/N, you hear me? Not until we say.”  You nodded obediently.  Tommy looked at his other brothers and soothed, “Calm down, boys, she’s safe for now.” And you looked at them with big, innocent eyes, not really understanding, but knowing you’d do anything to make them happy. Because you were their princess and no mistake. And no man was good enough: not now, not ever. I’m writing drabbles today for my 4k celebration; send some in!

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #shelby sister reader #shelby sister #arthur shelby #john shelby #4k drabbles

[christinasyellowflowers]

Hi there! I’m here to ask for another if that’s ok! ☺️

Could you use number 23 with Arthur please? Thank you!

Thank you lovely!!

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Prompt #23: carrying the other one in their arms

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"If I'm not walkin', how am I moving?" Y/N slurred looking around. Or more like attempting to, as everything was spinning.

"That's because I am carrying you love." Arthur chuckled, walking a slow pace through the late night streets of Small Heath.

"Why?"

"Because you can't walk yourself." He explained calmly, smiling with her drunken expression. He thought she looked adorable.

"I feel like a bride." She hummed, resting her chin on his shoulder. Arthur felt his heartbeat increase, not knowing if it was her words or her breath on the side of his neck causing it.

"Wait for it, love." He whispered, but Y/N was to drunk to care or understand what he meant.

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[steam-powered-blinders]

Steam Powered Blinders

Birmingham Arrival

Tw: mentions of the automatons getting treated like inanimate objects, vintage! Rabbit, misgendering.

The crates had just been shipped inland, no return address, no markings to identify them and no idea to who they're supposed to go. All that stood on the large boxes was the city's name. Birmingham.

The boxes were shipped through the gypsy river lines because of this strange lack of information regarding them, so obviously on the inland River docks, they had to pop them open to see what was inside.

"You better come see for yourself!" Curly prattled, leading Tommy, Arthur and John to Charlie's yard. "You won't believe me if I just tell you!" He's jittery and Tommy isn't sure why. It seems out of character for the other.

When they get to Charlie's yard, they find Charlie looking worried as well, standing by the stable doors. "What's the matter, Charlie?" Tommy says as he ends up standing beside his uncle. Arthur and John idle a few steps behind the two of them, trying to see out into the yard, as if it may hold the answer.

"You see, Tommy, we got this strange shipment. Three crates with just the city's name on them, nothing else. We opened them to see what it was, and well, three metal men climbed out!" Charlie explained, nodding his head towards the yard.

Tommy had to think about that for a moment. Metal men? That sounded all too familiar. When he follows Charlie's line of sight, his own lands on three familiar faces. That's what he meant by 'Metal men' then.

"Not to worry, Charlie. We know these guys," Tommy says, casual as ever. He lights his cigarette before leaving the small barn and heading over to where three Automatons were seemingly playing. Well, two were playing, the third seemed distracted by their surroundings.

"Spine!" Tommy greets as he approaches them. He's not so sure of the others names, they were in different camps, but he knew Spine the longest. They were in the same unit on the front lines in France. The Spine, pulled from his thoughts, visibly relaxes once he sees a familiar face.

"Sergeant-major, oh thank goodness for a familiar face," The Spine said, stretching out his hand in a friendly greeting. He knew they weren't in France anymore, but he still felt the need to address him by his title.

"Just Tommy is fine. What are you three doing here?" He asks, allowing the handshake as easily as breathing. Arthur and John seemingly have followed him and them talking attracted Rabbit and Jon's attention.

"Okay, uh, Tommy it is then. It seems we've been shipped to the wrong continent," Spine starts, but Rabbit hops up behind him and looking over his shoulder, says, "Yeah, we're supposed to be in San-Diego! This ain't San-Diego!"

"No, this is Birmingham, boys," Tommy answers the obvious. Or was it so obvious to people who have never been there? Who knows.

"Tommy, these are my siblings, Rabbit and The Jon," Spine introduces, gesturing to the two of them as he names them. Rabbit stares at Tommy over Spine's shoulder, but doesn't move, while Jon just gives a smile and a friendly wave.

"Oh, it's just you guys!" Arthur rumbles happily from behind Tommy. John looks a little lost, but Spine happily greets Arthur as well.

"Let's get out of the immediate public and see what's happened for you to end up here," Tommy suggests, throwing his cigarette to the side and turning to head out of the yard. Arthur and John glance between him and the automatons.

Spine shrugs and starts to follow him, Rabbit skeptically following along. The Jon just shrugs and follows after his siblings happily.

"Where are we gonna go?" Spine asks as Arthur and John fall into step at the back of the group.

"To our house in Small Heath. It's not very big, so we'll likely be a bit cramped until we can find a place for you to comfortably stay, but it's better than nothing for now," Tommy answers, lighting another cigarette.

Spine can't help but notice the heavy smoking habit. He hadn't always smoked this much, but ever since the tunnel collapsed..... Well, he can't really blame Tommy for it, really.

Charlie and Curly are left staring in confusion at the backs of the three brothers and the three metal men walking away from the yard, presumably to their home or a pub somewhere.

(Disclaimer, I know Rabbit is trans and I swear I'm not misgendering her to be a dick. This is in 1919, when she still had her vintage look, so they mistake her for a man. This will be corrected in future chapters and/or when one of her brothers is the narrator.)

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[peakyltd]

Injuries

With Arthur Shelby.

A/N: I’m currently writing a one shot (my first!) but I was completely stuck so I decided to make a moodboard and write this little drabble with Arthur. I hope you’ll like it! :)

Warning: Mentions of injuries. Nothing too serious.

“It’s just a cut, love.” Arthurs low voice assures her, watching her grabbing bandages and a pair of scissors. “Just a cut?” She softly answers as she walks back to him. “I see multiple.”

Arthur looks at her, she looked beautiful as always. That alone was already a great medicine to ease the pain. “But they’re not that serious.” He added. “The one in your hand is. What happened?” She asks him as she moves a chair next to him, carefully grabbing his hand.

“Just a little scuffle.” “Of course it was.” She couldn’t help but chuckle at his obvious lie. It made him laugh as well. “It really was.”

“It looks like you were stabbed. Or at least they tried to.” She continues. “Like I told ya, just a scuffle. They didn’t succeed anyway.” He answers, grabbing the carafe filled with whiskey from the table with his other hand.

“Let me help you.” She says as she puts the bandages and scissors on the table. She takes the carafe from Arthur and pours the whiskey in a glass. “Thank you, love.” He thanks her, taking it.

She grabs a cloth and pours some alcohol on it. “This might sting but I don’t think I have to tell you that.” She chuckles. “Just do it, I can take it.” He tells her, taking a sip from his whiskey.

As she presses the cloth on his hand, he tightens the grip on his glass. The burning sensation going trough his body as she cleans his wound. “Fuck!” He hisses. “I thought you could take it?” She jokes, putting the cloth on the table. She pats his knee gently.

“I can. Doesn’t mean it feels nice.” “I know, I’m just kidding, darling.” She says as she kisses his cheek softly. “I know.”

He watches her as she bandages his hand. She makes sure to be careful, not wanting to hurt him more. Once she’s finished, she grabs the cloth again, cleaning the cut on his cheek. Arthur winces a little, a soft groan escaping his lips.

“You’re all set.” She gets up to tidy up the stuff she used when he grabs her wrist. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles, apologizing to her as he let her wrist go. “Don’t be. I’m glad you’re okay.” She sits back down, carefully taking his hands in hers.

“Just be careful, okay? I’d love to have you here a little longer.” She continues. “I will, love. I promise.” He says as he leans closer to kiss her forehead. “A lot more has to happen than a little scuffle to get rid of me.” He chuckles.

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[somemydayy]

Unrequited

She was, but a young girl when she loved him. But a fragile and naive child he called her. At sixteen her family moved to small heath, burgmingham. It was there that she met the young shelby boy, and fell head over heels in love, for the very first time.

She was just short of seventeen when she found herself harassed by a group of rowdy boys, and was saved just in the knick of time by the young Shelby.

She was just shy of eighteen when she confided her undying love for the young shelby, to her dearest friend and confidant; Ada.

At the age of eighteen, she heard he loved another.

It was then she released her heart broke, for him. Thomas lost the love of his life, and went away to war. He wouldn’t, couldn’t be the same again.

At eighteen she but wrote him a single letter and he went away to the front lines to fight a war he held no motivation, or cause of affection for.

He was just a boy, who had to shoulder that responsibility. But that was some many years, ago. And since then Tommy has never been the same again. And neither was she.

They say the first love is always the strongest, and regardless of time it will always lives inside our hearts. It was years since he lost her, the love of his life.

The hardest part about being around him is knowing you can’t have him, and that he’ll never want you. The same way he did her.

Because no matter the alcohol, the drugs, and all the trauma; you weren’t her. You couldn’t be, you just couldn’t. He was nothing, but a unrequited love. Nothing less, nothing more. But oh did you love Thomas Shelby, that atleast was true.

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“You love him?”

“Yes.”

“How do you know?”

“Because seeing him smile is the only thing I ever wanted to see, even if it’s not because of me.” The most glum expression was cast across the youngest Shelby’s features.

“I’m happy; for him. Truly.”

“Come on, it’s a wedding. Why the sullen look? Your brother is getting married!”

© Somemydayy 2022 | Please do not copy or alter this writing on Tumblr or any other platform.

#drabble #image #scenario #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #grace shelby #michal gray #polly grey #finn shelby #ada shelby #Thomas x reader #Thomas shelby image #shelby drabble

[justmoreocs-writing]

The pub was alive with noise. Lou loved it, loved the constant bustle, the little titbits of conversations she heard. She didn’t like the leering looks, the way people - men especially - seemed to think she was something lesser because she was a barmaid, but she could bear it, for the moment. It was just a mask she needed to wear to get information. She’d be glad when this was all over. When she could return to Chelmsford where people knew not to underestimate her. She’d almost forgotten what it was like elsewhere. How people treated you without the threat of a gang. She wasn’t going to forget again, but she was determined to do something towards changing it.

A door banged open. Every nerve in Louisa’s body tensed. No one in the pub even seemed to notice the noise, too lost in their own worlds. But, as the three figures wandered in, a ripple of unease ran around the room. There was no ignoring the Peaky Blinders.

Lou barely suppressed a smirk as she sauntered over to them, head bowed ever so slightly. It turned her stomach, but she knew it was the way of Small Heath. For now, at least.

‘How can we help you, Mr. Shelby?’ She nodded ever so slightly to each of the brothers in turn, knew that the rest of their little razor gang had to be outside. Instinctively, her hand strayed to her own cutthroat razor, but she hid the gesture by smoothing down her skirt.

Tommy Shelby’s cool blue eyes skimmed the pub before finally resting on her. There was very little emotion behind them, impossible to even begin deciphering. 'I want to talk to the boss.’

Lou dipped her head. 'I’ll go find my brother,’ she simpered, trying not to catch Ade or Jake’s eyes. The two men were sat either side of the door, seemingly focused on their own conversations. Well, Jake was at least; though there was no doubt in Lou’s mind that the new blood would be ready for action at the drop of a hat. Ade sat with people around him but was as openly watchful as ever; he probably had no idea what was being said by those he was supposed to use as a cover.

'Not him,’ Tommy said, voice low. 'The other boss.’

'The boss of the gang fucking with our cousin,’ spat John.

Lou gasped, placed a nervous hand to her lips as if startled by the outburst. After a moment, she carefully drew her hand away. 'I’m sorry, Mr. Shelby, I have no -’

Arthur shifted behind his brother, flicked his coat out to highlight the fact they were all armed.

Lou felt a muscle twitch in her cheek.

'Anything the matter here?’ came the silky voice of Vinnie. He rested a hand on her shoulder, a sign of protectiveness to the Blinders but a way of calming the storm raging inside Lou. How dare they come in while people were trying to enjoy themselves? Thinking they own everything. 'Ah, I’m sorry gentlemen, but Mr. Williams would rather -’

'I’ve heard,’ Tommy cut him off smoothly, 'that you’re the bastard in charge of the Cutthroats.’ In one swift movement he pulled a gun, levelled it with Vinnie’s forehead.

Lou was only vaguely aware of the rush of movement around her. The Shelbys ushering the patrons out, reminding them that the Garrison would accommodate. The only people who stayed behind had come to the city with her.

'But I don’t think that’s true,’ Tommy continued, as if nothing had happened.

Over his shoulder, Louisa saw Jake reach for his own gun, saw Ade’s hand hover over his razor. She tilted her head ever so slightly, warning them to hold.

'Would you like a drink, Mr. Shelby?’ Cam asked softly from the bar. It took all Lou’s willpower not to look at her brother, to check he was all right. She just hoped Clary had stayed out back, at least one of them might be able to go home and rally the troops if this all went sideways.

A flicker of a wolfish grin passed across Tommy’s lips. 'When we came in,’ he said slowly, 'attention didn’t go to you, Mr. O'Connor. I’d have thought seeing us, every eye would go to the person in charge. To figure out what to do.’

John snickered from behind him. Lou’s grip on her own razor tightened ever so slightly. She didn’t remember properly reaching for it, but was grateful for the instinct.

'No, see every eye of people I don’t know went to you, Miss Williams.’

Lou scoffed, refusing to falter under the eye of Thomas Shelby. She’d dealt with worse than him on day trips to London. 'Perhaps they’re all concerned for my safety,’ she said sweetly.

Tommy chuckled, lowered the weapon. The tension in the room no way diminished though. 'You picked up the gang when your brother didn’t want it.’ It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. Which, incidentally, irritated Lou far more.

'Not everyone usurps their elder siblings,’ she said coolly, shaking off the mask of barmaid easily. She folded her arms, felt the cool handle of her razor. Not open yet, but the promise hung in the air.

Arthur shifted forwards, as if to attack, but John held him back. Behind them, Ade and Jake were closer in an instant. Stilled in their movements only by a dismissive wave of the hand from Lou.

'I’m guessing,’ she said lazily, her attention fixing on Tommy, 'that you’re not here to trade barbs or for a bloodbath. So, will you talk business with me, or do you need to be shown the door?’

Tommy was silent for a moment, his own eyes never left hers. It was as if the both of them were trying to bore a hole in the other. He inclined his head, the only indication that they could indeed talk.

'Vinnie,’ she said, placing a hand on his shoulder, 'be a dear and get us that Merlot, please. And whatever else you think we need.’

Vinnie’s eyes snapped irritably to the Shelbys, as if daring them to try something, before he moved away. Even though Lou could already hear her brother getting the alcohol, she needed to know that Vincent could get his guns, and whatever other weapons they may need against the Shelbys. Though, deep down she knew this was more a battle of wits than anything else. Exactly what she’d been looking for.

She motioned to a table in the middle of the room. 'Shall we?’

#Repost #Made By Me #Drabble #Peaky Blinders OCs #The Chelmsford Cutthroats #Louisa Williams #Ade Zephaniah #Jacob Luxton #Vincent O'Connor #Cameron Williams #Lou Williams #Jake Luxton #Cam Williams #Lou Williams & Tommy Shelby #Lou Williams & Arthur Shelby #Lou Williams & John Shelby #Lou Williams & Vinnie O'Connor #Cam Williams & Tommy Shelby #Cam #Vinnie O'Connor & Tommy Shelby

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Please note - All stories smutty unless otherwise stated.

Nobody's Girl (Luca/OFC Series)

Immortal Beloved (John/Vampire!OFC Series)

La Dolce Vita (John/Cosima Changretta OFC Series)

Your Touch Builds a Bonfire (John/Reader one shot)

The Art of Pleasure (Modern day!Dom!John/Reader) - Part One Part Two

The Promise of Rubies (John/Reader one shot)

Wet Sheets (John/Reader one shot)

Baby Face (John/Reader one shot)

She Belonged to the Wild (Tommy/Reader one shot)

Buffed Brass and Baritones (Arthur/Reader one shot)

Animal (Luca/Reader one shot)

~*~ Drabbles & Shorts ~*~

Twitch (John/Reader)

Burn Bright White (John/Reader)

Little Sunshine (John/Reader)

Tiny Shelby Feet (John/Reader)

Never Forgotten (Arthur/Reader)

First Bloom (Tommy/Virgin!reader)

Devastating (Tommy/Reader)

Hungry (Luca/Reader)

Dance with the Devil (Luca/Reader)

Prompt short - "I know he's the one you're getting married to, but he'll never love you like I do." - (Tommy/Reader)

Prompt short - "Really? You're pregnant?" - (Tommy/Reader)

Prompt short - "If I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the rest of the week." (Tommy/Reader)

Prompt short -  “Stop being a tease, or I’ll take you to the nearest darkened corner and fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.” (Tommy/Reader)

Prompt short - “Good with your hands, hmm? I think I want to know more.” - (John/Reader)

Prompt short - “No, we’re not going anywhere yet. Not until I get to show you just how gorgeous I think you look.” - (John/Reader)

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[geeky-politics-46]

Intro & Masterlist

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

This is my 2nd time participating in Kinktober as a writer. Fingers crossed I can make all 31 days. You will find all the prompts I picked, as well as who they are with below. I'm going to be revealing them one week at a time. Some will be full length stories, some will be blurbs or drabbles, and maybe even a couple headcanons. I also wanted to add in a few NSFW alphabets because I love doing them. So that prompt does repeat.

Let me know if you want to be tagged in my Kinktober stories. Enjoy! And Happy Halloween 🎃🎃🎃

Day 1: NSFW Alphabet with Arthur Shelby - click here

Day 2: Adultery with Arthur Shelby - "Just One Bite"

Day 3: Thigh Riding with Doctor Strange - "Relief"

Day 4: NSFW Alphabet with Tommy Shelby - click here

Day 5: Caught Masturbating with Tommy Shelby - "Caught In The Act"

Day 6: Sex Tape with Doctor Strange - "A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words"

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Day 7: Sex Toys with Bucky Barnes - "The Gift"

Day 9: Facesitting with Arthur Shelby - "A New Addiction"

Day 10: Exhibitionism with Doctor Strange - "Something To Keep You Occupied"

Day 11: NSFW Alphabet with Cap. Ed Mercer - click here

Day 12: Titty Fucking with Arthur Shelby - "Pearl Necklace"

Day 13: Somnophilia with Sinister Strange - "Sweet Sinful Dreams"

Day 14: Lingerie with Tommy Shelby - "A Kept Man"

Day 15: Roleplay with Captain Ed Mercer - "Captain's Orders"

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[xxsycamore]

🏹💘𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝‼️

—❥ 𝐱𝐱𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

REQUESTS: OPEN

Hello everyone!! Back in June last year my blog reached 1500 followers, but I only got around to celebrating it now! Thank you so much for your continued support!! This year I want to play Cupid again so prepare for your faves to steal your heart all over again! (´ ε ` )♡

↪ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎: Pick a prompt and a character - one per ask! Please include the fandom as well to avoid confusion. Example: "Can I please have 😘 with William (ikevil)?" ; You'll receive a drabble (~300 words) about the character's reaction to the prompt. Please go wild with those! If you have something specific in mind for the prompts, like a certain hobby for prompt #10 🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together, or maybe for prompt #7 💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you", you thought of playing their favorite song, giving them a warm cup of tea while they work, or maybe hugging them from behind? Don't be afraid to share your idea and unleash your creativity, I'd love to make your vision come true! Of course, that's only if you want to! The limit is three requests per person. This event is sfw and anons are allowed.

For drabble examples: Check out last year's Valentine's Day celebration here!

💌 event masterlist ⊂⊃﹒␥

↪ 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

🪱 - Ask them if they'd love you if you were a worm

🥺 - Tease by calling them cute

🤲 - Play with their hair

🌸 - Breathe in their soothing scent

💌 - Leave a love note in their pocket

🤭 - Whisper something embarrassing in their ear

💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you"

😈 - Linger in for a kiss, but never kiss them

💅 - Help them unwind with a self-care routine

🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together

🤪 - Crack a joke to make them laugh

🙏 - Warm their hands between yours

🤸‍♀️ - Strike a sexy pose to distract them

👔 - Steal their clothes to cuddle when you miss them

🍰 - Share your sweets with them

💋 - Demand for a kiss, right here, right now

💘 - "Be my Valentine?"

😘 - Keep smooching them until they protest

🥄 - Ask to be their big spoon

😊 - Present your cheek for a goodbye kiss

↪ 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝟷𝟸𝟿):

Ikemen Villains: Wiliam; Harrison; Liam; Elbert; Alfons; Roger; Jude; Ellis; Victor

Ikeseries MCs: Mitsuki (Ikevamp); Alice (Ikerev); Mai (Ikesen); Emma (Ikepri); NEW: Kate (ikevil)

Ikemen Prince: Leon; Chevalier; Yves; Nokto; Licht; Jin; Luke; Clavis; Rio; Sariel; Gilbert; Keith; Silvio NEW: Cyran/Cyril; Kagari; Matthias

Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon(pls); Leonardo; Mozart; Arthur; Vincent; Theo; Isaac; Jean; Dazai; Sebastian; Comte; Shakespeare; Vlad; Faust; Charles; Drake; Galileo

Ikemen Revolution: Lancelot; Ray; Jonah; Fenrir; Edgar; Sirius; Kyle; Luka; Zero; Seth; Blanc; Oliver; Loki; Harr; Mousse; Dalim; Dean; Levie

Ikemen Sengoku: Nobunaga; Masamune; Shingen; Hideyoshi; Mitsuhide; Kanetsugu; Ieyasu; Mitsunari; Yukimura; Sasuke; Kenshin; Kenyo; Ranmaru; Motonari; Keiji; Kicho; Yoshimoto

Midnight Cinderella: Alyn; Giles; Louis; Leo; Byron; Nico; Albert; Robert; Rayvis; Sid

NEW: Ikemen Genjiden: Minamoto no Yoritomo

NEW: CONSOLE OTOMES:

Shuuen no Virche/Virche Evermore: Ceres; Scien; Ankou; Yves; Adolphe; Lucas; Mathis; Jean; Capucine; Hugo; Dahut

Piofiore no Banshou/Piofiore Fated Memories: Yang; Dante; Liliana; Gilbert; Nicola; Orlok; Leo; Oliver; Rui; Yuan

Cupid Parasite: Lynette; Claris; Gill; Allan; Ryuki; Shelby; Raul; Owen; Peter

Variable Barricade: Ichiya; Taiga; Hibari; Shion; Nayuta; Kasuga

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