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lilacsnid · 1 year

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Don’t You Think It’s Time? — 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙒𝙊)

PART ONE ✘

It had already been a couple of weeks since the night of the encounter. Y/N didn’t let the incident stop her from going to work and seeing her patients. As she rode through the streets of Small Heath, she would often catch glimpses of Finn Shelby. Whether it was outside The Garrison or anywhere else where he seemed to of been running errands.

Whenever the pair would lock eyes, it’s almost as if time stood still.

Y/N would blush, and Finn would feel his heart pick up it’s pace just from the mere sight of her. She was driving him crazy. They would smile at one another or perhaps even wave. However, no words were ever said due to the fact that both of them were busy whenever their paths would cross.

On this particular day, something was different. It was another early start for Y/N, though she didn’t mind. As much as she loved her job, she couldn’t deny how excited she was to have the weekend off.

Finn had woken up that morning with that same feeling in his chest he’d get whenever he would see her. He hasn’t been able to think of anyone else apart from her since that night. She was all he could seem to think about. It didn’t help that the vision of her would visit him in his dreams, almost every night.

He couldn’t go on another day. The thought of her this time simply wasn’t enough. He wanted to see her before he really did go crazy.

The youngest Shelby sat up against the headboard of his bed, slowly rubbing his hands over his tired face. Flicking open his pocket watch, it read to be 11:37am. Usually he would be up much earlier than this, but fortunately for him; his weekend had started early.

Tommy was away on business in London and Arthur had everything covered in his absence. With the amount of jobs his brothers have had him doing these past couple of weeks, Finn wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity of having a weekend off.

To do whatever he wanted. With a particular someone.

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The day went by fairly quickly for Y/N. It was around 4:00 in the afternoon, which meant her weekend had finally started. She didn’t have any plans, but she didn’t seem to mind. After a busy day, there was nothing else that excited her more.

That’s what she thought, until she caught a glimpse of Finn Shelby. Suddenly, there was nothing else more exciting than seeing the man she had been longing for since he had walked her home only weeks ago.

He was in his typical Peaky Blinder attire. He was wearing a dark grey suit with a typical white dress shirt and a matching vest underneath. He wore a blue tie, having a diamond pattern on it. Y/N liked it, she thought it suited him.

He wore the signature cap with pride, and she noticed a cigarette between his fingers as he leaned against the wall. He looked confident this way, and it made her nervous. But in the best way possible.

As she began getting closer to the bike shed, he noticed her out of the corner of his eye. His head turned, as he was met with the girl he hadn’t managed to stop thinking about since he had first laid eyes on her.

She was already smiling, which lit up her whole face. Her eyes were bright, and Finn knew it was going to be a challenge to not stare into them and make himself weak in the knees. He took one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it on the ground an making his way over to her.

Y/N put her bike away, grabbing her nursing bag before turning to face him.

“Well if it isn’t Finn Shelby!” She said, her heart going a million miles an hour due to the fact that she was finally standing across from him.

Finn gave a cheeky smile in response, taking his cap off as he stopped in his tracks, “Hi love.”

Love, he was using pet names now. If he kept going she wasn’t sure how she would be able to cope.

“How you doing?” he followed up, running a hand through his hair and looking down at her.

“I’m good, yeah,” She nodded her head, “Just been keeping myself busy.”

Finn tilted his head to the side slightly, “I know the feeling.”

Her gaze narrowed slightly, in a humorous sort of way, “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here?”

Her words caused him to look at the ground for a second before glancing back into her eyes, those beautiful eyes.

“Well,” Finn started, a wave a nerves suddenly washing over him.

A few seconds went by, the two of them just staring into each other’s eyes as if everyone in the whole world had stopped existing for a short moment and they were the only ones left.

Finn broke the silence, “Fancy getting out of Small Heath for a bit?”

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The pair were now in the car. Finn in the driver’s seat with Y/N next to him. As they drove out of Small Heath, watching brick buildings being replaced with green fields, it’s like they could feel all their worries disappearing away.

Y/N had changed into a dress before they left and had taken her hair out, letting it fall free over her shoulders and back.

She was leaning against the window on the passenger side of the car, looking out of her surroundings. While she was admiring the landscape, Finn couldn’t seem to stop admiring her. She looked so comfortable and it was invigorating for Finn to see her this way.

He couldn’t help but steal glances between her and the road ahead of him. He loved hearing her comment about how lovely the land looked, or how she would smile at him, or even how her hair would be picked up by the wind coming through the window.

He was growing rather fond of this girl, even more so with every minute that passed while they were together.

The pair of them were beyond glad that they were finally spending some time alone together, on happier circumstances this time. She knew she had nothing to worry about while she was with him.

Y/N had this overwhelming feeling of adoration and proximity, he made her feel alive.

“Where exactly did you say we’re going again?” She giggled, the sound making him grin from ear to ear.

“I didn’t,” he joked, “But we’re nearly there.”

She shook her head at him with a smile, leaning back into the seat.

Finn wasn’t sure what came over him as he took one hand off the steering wheel, reaching out for her own. Y/N placed her hand into his, loving how it felt so familiar.

She took notice of his family ring that he wore on his index finger. It was a gold ring with a black gemstone, which glimmered in the light.

He squeezed her hand, taking his eyes off the road momentarily to glance at her, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she beamed, “I trust you Finn Shelby.”

That was all he wanted to hear in that moment. His heart fell back into it’s normal rhythm, feeling reassured in the fact that she still felt safe with him.

Without a second thought, Finn lifted her hand to to his face. His eyes were still watching the road as he placed a kiss to the back of her hand, his lips lingering for a few seconds.

Y/N was in awe of him, wanting to commit this exact moment in her memory forever.

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It was only about 15 minutes before Finn pulled the car over near a bridge.

He turned the car off and faced her, “We’re walking from here, it’s not far. Is that okay?”

Y/N nodded, opening the car door, “That’s fine!”

The two of them jumped out of the car. It felt good to stand up after being sat down in the car for at least an hour and a half. As Y/N was waiting for Finn to walk around to her side of the car, she closed her eyes momentarily.

The air around them was pleasantly warm. The sun was low in the sky, meaning the sunset shouldn’t be too far away.

Finn stood beside her, looking down at her with a smile, “You ready?”

Y/N nodded, taking his hand as he reached out for her’s once again.

Finn led the way down a concrete path, surrounded by trees. The pair chatted comfortably as they walked for a few minutes.

“Not long now,” Finn reassured her as they kept walking. She noticed the path had started to end and they were now walking on grass, down a small hill. She held onto Finn’s hand tightly, not wanting to trip and embarrass herself.

Y/N could start to hear the sound of flowing water getting increasing louder as they kept walking through the trees. Finn soon halted as she stood beside him, swinging their arms slightly to which their hands were still linked.

“Wow,” Y/N exclaimed, taking in her surroundings.

In front of them was a large bed of crystal clear water, in a clearing surrounded by trees where the sun was starting to cut through. There was a small waterfall at the very top. The soft sound of running water was like music to her ears.

The sun was visible behind the trees as it was slowly setting.

She dropped Finn’s hand, making her way over to the edge of the water. She knelt down on the soft grass, running the tips of her fingers through the water.

“What do you think?” Finn questioned, placing his hands in his trouser pockets while smiling down at her.

Y/N marvelled the beauty in front of her. She glanced over her should to look at him, “I think it’s beautiful.”

In this moment, she decided to act on her impulsive thoughts. To Finn’s utter shock and surprise, Y/N stood to her feet rather quickly as she started to unbutton the front of her dress.

Finn’s eyes widen at this, “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going for a swim, care to join?” She chuckled, still trying fiddle with the buttons on her dress.

“Y/N,” Finn spoke, trying not to let the thought of her unbuttoning her dress do things to him, “It’ll be freezing. I’d hate for you to end up getting sick!”

She grinned, glancing at him over her shoulder as her dress began to fall slowly off her shoulders, “The water feels fine. C’mon! I thought you were a Shelby; you’re not scared are you?”

Finn breathed out through his lips, shaking his head with a grin plastered across his face as he started taking off his suit jacket.

“You’re a lot braver than me Miss Y/L/N,” Finn spoke as he turned around, wanting to give her some privacy.

She took another glance over her shoulder and watched as Finn took his gun holster off from around his shoulders. She couldn’t help but think about how attractive he looked and how he made her feel certain ways that gave her butterflies in her stomach with excitement.

Once Finn had stripped down to his boxers, he turned around, the sight nearly making his eyes pop out of his head.

There she was, standing in the water just up to her ankles in nothing but her undergarments. Finn instantly stopped from trailing his eyes down her figure, shaking any inappropriate thoughts out of his head. He respected this girl too much.

He made his way down to her and stood by her side, hardly being fazed by the temperature of the water. Purely to be bold; instead of staying by her side, he kept walking until the water was up to his waist. Turning around, he noticed she still stood in place.

“Who’s scared now?” Finn raised his eyebrows, staring into her eyes from where he stood.

Y/N chuckled, “It’s actually colder than what I once thought.”

He smiled softly, slowly holding his hand out to her, “C’mon sweetheart, I promise it’s not that bad once you get used to it.”

By god, she adored the man standing in front of her. She already knew she would follow him anywhere.

Y/N sighed, crossing her arms over her chest and she slowly made her way towards him. She resisted the urge to squeal as she kept walking, but she couldn’t control the way she screwed her eyes shut at the feeling of the cold water making it’s way up her legs.

She glanced up to find that as she was slowly making her way forward, Finn took a couple of steps back, starting to trek a little deeper.

“Don’t you dare move, Finn Shelby!” She warned, not wanting to take her eyes off him.

He chuckled in response, now standing completely still in place, “I’m sorry. I won’t move.”

As she neared closer to him, Finn met her halfway so she wouldn’t have to walk as far.

“You doing okay?” Finn questioned as he stood in front of her.

The two of them were so close to one another that she could feel the warm radiating off him. Just like the night when he saved her and the way he sheltered her from the rain.

“I’m better now,” Y/N looked down momentarily before starting to look back up at him through her eyelashes.

Finn smiled, reaching his hand out once again, “Still feeling brave?”

She shrugged her shoulders with a growing smile, taking the hand he was offering in her own.

He nodded; slowing starting to walk back further into the water, expecting her to follow him. She took one step forward and squealed, yanking him back. Finn laughed at her reaction, stepping forward to stand close to her once again.

“It’s freezing!” She whined, not daring to let go of his hand.

Y/N reached up before Finn had the chance to speak, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. He chuckled at her reaction and felt her legs start to snake around his waist, holding onto him for dear life. Finn carefully wrapped his arms around her back and slowly started to walk further into the water.

She had her head resting against his, shutting her eyes as they were now almost completely submerged in the water.

He could hear her whimpering and laughing into his ear, “See how brave you are?”

The pair chuckled in unison and soon fell into a comfortable silence. Finn stood his ground, swaying slowly as they continued to embrace. Y/N hoped he wouldn’t be able to hear her heart thumping against her chest. The only sounds to be heard were the water flowing, the call of birds and their breathing. It was pure bliss.

“Don’t hate me,” Finn said out of nowhere. Instead of waiting for a response he slipped under the water for a couple of seconds, taking her with him.

After they resurfaced, they still held on tightly to one another.

“Finn!” Y/N screamed in disbelief, wiping the water from her eyes.

He laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest and against her skin. Y/N kept her arms wrapped around his neck, but loosened her grip slightly as she glanced up at the sky.

“Look at all those colours,” she whispered, taking in all the beauty above them.

The sky had now changed colour. Turning all different shades of blue, purple, pink and orange. It made this place feel like she was in a dream.

As she glanced up to the sky, so did Finn. However, his eyes were only on the sky for a few seconds before they began trailing over her face.

He took in every single detail. The way her cheeks were a light shade of pink, the subtle freckles that grazed over certain parts of her face, her long eyelashes, even the way small droplets of water fell down her face. He couldn’t control his ever growing feelings for her.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Y/N instantly glanced down at him, not believing she had heard the words correctly that had just toppled out of his lips.

She noticed the way he was intently looking at her with hooded eyes. A look of astonishment. He was in awe of her, and he wasn’t trying to hide it in any way.

They both stared into each other’s eyes, neither of them wanting this moment to end.

Y/N smiled, leaning forward to press her forehead against his. She kept playing the words in her head, over and over again.

“Say it again,” she whispered, her breath hot against his face.

Finn kept looking at her through hooded eyes, moving closer to her if that was even possible. He kept one of his arms wrapped around her and trailed the other up her spine until he reached the back of her neck, cradling her.

“You,” he started, dropping his head down to place an innocent kiss to her chest; right over her heart, he could feel hear her hum in contentment.

“….Are so beautiful,” he finished the sentence, his gaze never once leaving her plump and pink lips.

Y/N smiled, not being able to contain the trapped words anymore, “Kiss me, Finn Shelby.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Finn met her eyes one more time before gently placing his lips onto hers. The two of them sighed in relief against each other’s lips. He pulled away slowly, just for a moment before leaning back in.

They kissed slowly and sensually, never wanting it to stop. Y/N felt his hands rubbing comforting circles into her back, making her feel like she was floating. Finn then moved his hands from her back to her thighs, keeping her in place against him.

Y/N hummed against his lips, not being able to hide how good he was making her feel. She let her arms unwrap from his neck, and placed her hands against his shoulders instead.

Finn could feel her start to run her nails gently up his neck and to the back of his head, running through his hair before she cupped his cheeks, not wanting him to ever pull away.

A few more minutes had passed before they both pulled away, giggling as their foreheads rested against each other once again.

“You’re all I’ve been able to think about since we first met,” Finn whispered against her lips.

Y/N grinned, rubbing circles into his cheeks as she continued to cup his face, “So have you.”

Finn groaned, causing her to laugh as he pecked her lips once more, “Can we just stay like this forever?”

“I have no objections against that, Mr Shelby.”

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majesty31 · 2 years

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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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No Man's Land.

Summary: Lizzie's friend happens to be too busy for the day, so she recommends that you take on the job of helping the youngest of the Shelby brothers out.

Warnings: mentions of prostitution and sex, allusions at abuse, society rooted in misoginy.

Pairings: Finn Shelby x f!Reader (platonic for now!)

Characters: Finn Shelby, Prostitute! f!Reader.

Word Count: 2306.

This is set in Season 4! <3 Hope you enjoy your reading!!

You looked at yourself in the framed mirror that hung on one of the corners of the crowded room. The image that greeted you did not at all reflect what you felt inside. Make up helped hide your sunken eyes, and gave you and the rest of the world the comfortable illusion that everything was just fine; that you didn’t loathe every single second of your day with a burning passion.

Sleep was hard, but then again, it was that way for most women, at least in your line of work.

Your lips looked nearly naked, swollen and numb, but it was ok. The next one wouldn’t notice, you doubted he would even care at all if he did. You covered your skin in a disguise anyway; cheeks flushed, alive, and lips fresh, eyes hungry for more, fingers willing to please.

To please a man, you thought, a Shelby man.

That should mean something, should make you feel nervous, scared even, but you were surprisingly calm as you brushed your hair into place.

No matter the name before it, a man was a man, and that you knew how to handle. Even though dangerous, like any wild animal, once you learnt their language, your chances at survival increased greatly, to the point where sometimes you may even feel safe around them.

That, you had learnt the hard way, was as much an illusion as the smile that automatically grew on your face when you heard the doorbell ring outside, signaling for you to get ready. As was the curve on your back, or the confident tilt of your head as a man made his way into the room, deciding your fate for the rest of the day.

“Mr. Shelby, is it?” the young man nodded his head, but his face was tense and hard, he closed the door behind him almost hesitantly. He waited a few seconds before he met your eyes, then hastily proceeded to avoid your gaze. A flash of wild blue was what you had expected when you were told that a Shelby would be visiting today, or even a pair of dark stones, menacing, hungry for what laid beneath your clothes.

That wasn't what you found in his face for that brief moment though, his eyes were not as dark as caves nor as cold as ice; they felt bashful, innocent, like a fawn wandering a little too far away from home for comfort.

That, you thought at that moment, must've been one of the many illusions that surrounded you these days. After all, this was one of the Shelby brothers standing in front of you, and the blood on their hands was something nearly impossible to overlook, as was their infamous reputation.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he stood at the entrance for a bit too long, which meant that you had to stand up to go and greet him first. You groaned internally as your body ached in protest, your legs sore, your skin burning in tender places, but you didn't let him see that. You offered a hand, and he took it; sweaty, and warm, but that didn't matter. You gently pulled him towards the center of the room, to the foot of the bed, where you sat and waited for him to follow suit.

He was a good looking young man indeed, but this was not enough to fool you. You had witnessed beautiful forest fires; but that never stopped them from burning everything down to ashes.

Albeit you would've thought a Shelby man to be quite rowdier than this one was.

Once again, it was you who broke the silence.

“I know that the plan was to meet with Lizzie’s friend and not me, so I apologize if I can't reach your expectations. I promise I will try, Mr. Shelby,” as you spoke, you performed what you had memorized expertly, exposing your bare breasts to the dusty air of the room. He didn't need to talk, you knew what was expected of you, and you were sure he’d make you know otherwise, so you paid no mind to his silence.

“It’s fine.” his eyes darted towards your hands as you placed them on his leg, and he shifted in place.

“There's no need to be nervous, sir, I will do anything you ask for,” squeezing one of your hands, you took his with the other and gently led it towards your chest, trying to show him the way, but he wriggled it out of your grasp before any contact was made, scooting away from you uncomfortably. It didn’t leave your hands any colder than before, but his body language did cause a sting at the pit of your stomach, even if for a second. You pursed your lips then, slightly shocked as you tried to decipher his behavior.

“You really don’t need to,” his face was pointing opposite from you, and you wondered what could be of more interest to him than what you had to offer.

“I’m confused.” trying to gain his attention back, you spoke, searching for his gaze with a lean of your body. He barely glanced at your face.

“This is not right, I don’t want to… to force anything, ‘right?” you tried to make sense of his words, looking elsewhere. You were starting to feel frustrated. Was this some sort of game? Was he making fun of you? He didn’t look like he was having fun, precisely. Why was he here, then?

“Do you find me unpleasant, Mr. Shelby?” there wasn’t as much honey tangled in your voice anymore as there was a moment ago, words coming out sharper than you intended them to. Time wasn’t something you enjoyed spending, let alone waste it. If he wished to change whores, he should be a man about it and just say it.

“Please don't call me that.”

“Isn't that your name, though, sir?” your patience was wearing thin, but your voice remained calm.

“My name is Finn, and, I don't,” he stopped himself, seeming to think his words over before he spoke. “it's not that I find you unpleasant, believe me, I’m just… I don’t want this, not this way…”

“Right…” you busied your hands with buttoning up your blouse, concentrating on each button individually. This gave you time to think as the man paced around the room aimlessly. “but you paid for this service.” you carefully pointed out.

“Yes, I know. Look, my family just expects me to, and I thought that I could do it, but… I don't like the way I’m feeling right now.” you couldn’t stop the small frown that made its way to your face. Of course, he was one of those.

“Ashamed?” you wanted to get this over with.

“No, not ashamed!” he looked at you then, and he must’ve seen something lingering in your gaze, because his eyes opened slightly more than usual, and he rushed to say his next words. “This has nothing to do with you and everything to do with my family, I promise.”

You sighed.

‘’Why does your family expect you to?’’

‘’I thought it might be a good idea to tell them that I was, well… a virgin.’’ his last words were soft, like a shameful confession, but you heard them clearly.

‘’Oh,’’ your gaze dropped to the floor for a second. A virgin. That concept was so far away from you, it felt strange to hear it again, to reflect on its meaning like you did once, when you were a child. You do remember the fear, though. Knowing that someday it would be taken from you, painfully, ripped away like a wobbly tooth by someone that did not understand, nor care.

Because they couldn’t understand, not one bit.

Yet, how could you explain the fear that you could see dancing in his soft green eyes? Suddenly you felt as if you were looking at yourself, a version of yourself lost long ago, that knew no delusions; not yet. The one you would do anything to keep safely wrapped around your arms.

How could a Shelby, out of all people, feel so fragile under your eyes?

And how was he alive?

‘’Apparently they think it's time for me to become a man, so,’’

‘’You’re not a man?’’ tilting your head to the side, you questioned.

‘’Not until I’ve fucked, I’m not.’’ you exhaled a laugh at that, getting up from your seat by the bed, and walking up to the small cabinet under the mirror. Opening it, you pulled a small bottle of rum out, pouring it out into one of the glasses that sat on top. Finn Shelby observed your movements from his side of the room, fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves.

‘’I mean no offense by this, but that's a weird logic to have.’’ you walked up to him then, offering the glass up. He looked at it for a moment before taking it, with a nod of his head. You went back to fill your own.

‘’You think?’’

‘’I know.’’ you turned to look at him again, leaning back against the cabinet and stopping to sip on your drink. ‘’I’ve met all kinds of people, and I can assure you, no matter how many times they’d visit our whorehouse, or whomever they chose to fuck each night, that didn't make them any more of a man than they were before. Not in my eyes.’’ you shrugged.

‘’So fuck, or don’t. It’s the shit that you do outside of that what will tell everyone else what sort of man you’ve chosen to be.’’

He was silent again, but pain was visibly haunting his face. This was an intense chat to have with a stranger, but somehow this room, the very same room that held countless wars each day, some of them bloody and terrifying, had become no man’s land for the both of you, the sounds of guns and screams too far away for you to hear, and a strange sense of calm filling your chests.

‘’You don’t need to worry about me, I won’t tell anyone,’’ setting your glass down, you busied yourself looking for something else, giving him time to think, since he seemed to need it.

Once you found what you were looking for, you approached him again.

‘’Here,’’ you reached out your hand again, this time holding up to him a considerable amount of money; the same amount that you had received for the job. He seemed to snap out of his small trance then, knitting both eyebrows together softly.

‘’No, no, please keep it!’’ he held your hands and pushed them back gently.

‘’You payed for the fucking, and we’re not fucking, are we?’’ he didn’t let go of your hands, stubbornly holding them close to you.

‘’Let me pay you for your time, otherwise I’ll feel awful,’’

‘’Alright, if that's what you want, I thank you.’’

‘’I should be the one to thank you, really, uh… uhm… ‘’ he stared blankly at you for a second. You noticed his ears turning red, beneath all the freckles that adorned his skin.

‘’Something the matter?’’ you quirked one eyebrow up.

‘’I just realized I never asked for your name, that’s all.’’ he shook his head with an embarrassed smile, and you turned to look at him for a moment while you put the money back in its former place.

‘’My name? And why would that matter?’’ with a light groan, you fully rose back to your feet. God, you felt like sleeping. You hadn’t felt like sleeping in weeks.

‘’How can we become friends if I don't even know what to call you, miss?’’ his smile took you off guard, you had to admit. Lips folding into themselves with a soft curve, bared teeth never seemed so harmless in your eyes.

‘’I suppose you're right,’’ after you told him your name, you reached for your glass and took a final swig, the both of you falling into a silence that could not be described accurately, for it didn’t make you uncomfortable, but at the same time, it gave you a sense of vertigo that felt deeply unusual.

Finn, on the other hand, looked way calmer than before, and you didn’t know him enough to tell, but you could swear there was a hint of the smile before lingering at the corners of his mouth.

‘’Well, I… will be taking my leave now, I’m supposed to be making money. But I’m glad to have met a man as respectable as you’ve proven to be, Finn,’’ you figured some theatricals wouldn't hurt, so you courtly bowed at him with a smile, turning to go for the door.

You stopped when you heard him call your name, however.

‘’Will you stay? I’ve some money left to spend, and I did enjoy our chat, you’re honest.'' when you turned to look at him, he was sitting on the bed again, a light smile while he looked at you. You couldn't help but return it.

''You’re paying me to speak to me? Shouldn't that be the other way around? You’re the Shelby, I’m just…''

“You’re you, and I’m me. At least in this room,'' he didn't stop looking in your eyes whilst you approached his sitting figure, waiting for some sort of confirmation, some mutual agreement. You pursed your lips, looking around for a moment.

''No man in sight?'' he shook his head at your words, and you stepped closer to the bed, to the free spot beside him.

''No woman either,'' he dared say as you sat down finally, letting your back hit the soft bed, and stretching your arms comfortably. You agreed, silently.

''Man, woman, what in the fuck does that mean, anyway?'' you whispered back, and he followed you down onto the softness.

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subparslytherin · 2 years

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eviegray · 2 years

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❛ dating finn shelby would include ❜

。perhaps you wouldn't expect it, but finn is the most romantic person in the world.

。there is absolutely nothing but love behind his eyes when he looks at you. all he wants is to make you happy.

。sometimes, he sneaks into your room at night just to give you a kiss and to remind you how he loves you a little bit more every day.

。finn can be quite cheesy sometimes... but you love it.

。"darling i have loved you since 1908. you are everything i know."

。he is good with words, so he will often use that against you and makes you melt just like that.

。is the softest person in the world when you care for him in public. like when you tell him to take care or even do something as simple as brushing your hand against his face.

。could stare at your eyes for hours.

。"your eyes stole all my words away."

。loves you dearly and endlessly. will not hesitate to demonstrate his feelings for you.

。whoever tries to hurt you will be a dead man.

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Matchmaking (Heaven)

Finn Shelby x reader (Johnny Dogs daughter)

Summary: A match is made between Finn and Johnny Dogs' daughter. Although uncertain about becoming a husband at such a young age, Finn becomes his wife’s fiercest protector.

Author’s Note: This was suggested by @cokcola4112 who asked for a fic with an arranged marriage between Finn and Johnny Dogs oldest daughter. I wrote a dark version Matchmaking (Hell) and this version which shows a much more optimistic view of their marriage for @wandawiccan60. Thanks to @the-makingsofgreatness for providing inspiration.

Warnings: language, arranged marriage, fighting, mention of blood

The wedding festivities lasted late into the night. There was drinking and raucous dancing in the camp as everyone celebrated the union. While Tommy was satisfied by the outcome, Finn was less than pleased. His bride was beautiful, but he still held great resentment at being forced to marry. Although Finn had agreed, he was not yet ready to take on a wife, especially someone he barely knew. He thought back to Tommy’s words earlier in the day about you running wild and wondered what he had meant.

Watching his bride dance cheerfully, arm in arm with other members of the camp Finn couldn't help being mesmerized by your lively spirit. Everyone wanted to be near you. He found himself drawn to you as well, feeling entranced by your inner light. In that moment, he began to think perhaps this wouldn’t be such a hardship after all.

When you caught him staring at you in a lovesick way, you bit your lip and returned his gaze with a sweet smile. Reaching your hand out for him, he pulled you from the tight inner circle of revelers.

You giggled as he took you somewhere more secluded. Looping a strong arm around your waist, he guided you between the vardos and whispered how beautiful you looked. Just as you were feeling relaxed and happy, you passed several members of the Lee family who were too drunk to stand. Apart from the other guests, two men sat at a table oblivious to your presence. Finn strained to hear them over the sounds of celebratory gunshots and fireworks going off in the sky.

“Johnny finally married her off. Never thought I’d see the day,” the first man babbled.

His companion replied, “Stupid diddicoy doesn’t know his sweet little bride is a slag.” Both men roared with laughter.

Finn’s ears burned and he clenched his fists tightly at the insult. On instinct he barreled toward the man and pulled him from his chair, shoving him against the side of the vardo with enough force to knock the air from his lungs. He held him there by the collar as he asked, “What the fuck did you just say about my wife?”

The man coughed, wheezing for breath under Finn’s tight grasp. The whisky had clearly impaired his judgement because he continued, “Ask her what she’s been up to in them mountains, lad. Nothing good, I’m sure,” he said as though he were doing Finn a favor. Finn pulled back, delivering a punch that caused a sickening cracking sound. The man lurched forward holding his nose as blood gushed forth.

His companion backed away slowly. “We was only trying to tell you the truth, boy,” he said clutching his whisky bottle in his hands. Finn snatched it from him and smashed it against the side of the vardo, holding the bottle neck toward him.

“If you speak about her that way again, I’ll kill you. Do you understand?”

Tommy said you were wild, but Finn didn’t care. And no matter what you’d done, you didn’t deserve to be talked about so viciously he thought.

As the men stumbled away, you backed yourself into the shadows of another vardo scared by Finn’s show of temper. You hated it when the men fought at the fair and you’d never been able to stomach the sight of blood. As a sick feeling came over you, you slumped onto the steps, pulling your arms into your body tightly.

Finn looked around trying to find where you had gone and when he spotted you, he let out a defeated sigh. He could tell by your posture you were scared which had not been his intention. Approaching you slowly, Finn held up his hands to show he meant you no harm. “Y/n, I’m sorry if I frightened you, but I couldn’t let them talk about you that way,” he said speaking so softly and gently you began to uncurl from your position to look up at him.

Thinking of something to take your mind off what you’d just witnessed, he asked, “Do you want to go for a drive in me new car?” You nodded slowly. He wiped the blood from his hand and extended it to you carefully, searching your face to see if you would trust him.

You found that his eyes held nothing but kindness and you were no longer afraid. As you stood to face him your heart nearly beat out of your chest smelling the scent of his aftershave and feeling the heat of his body radiating over you. Finn reached down to lace his fingers with yours and you let out a sharp cry. He had grabbed the hand Johnny Dogs had cut open during your wedding for the mingling of the two bloods. When Finn realized how the fresh cut still burned, he brought your upturned palm to his lips to offer a gentle kiss over the wound. “I’d never hurt you, you know,” he whispered.

“I know,” you replied letting your gaze linger on his lips for a moment before allowing him to kiss you gently.

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As you drove away from camp, you nestled into Finn’s side. He draped one arm over you while he navigated the bumpy road. When you were several miles away with nothing around but fields, Finn pulled over and said, “Let’s get out and have a look, ey?” He helped you gather your dress as you exited so it wouldn’t get caught in the door and hoisted you up to sit on the car. Standing between your legs, he ran a hand through your hair, loosening a few of the flowers that remained from the delicate updo your mother and sister had woven this morning. Plucking one flower free, he handed it to you as he asked, “Will you tell me about your travels?”

You twirled the blossom in your fingers as you thought for a moment. Turning serious, you looked at your lap before answering, “Finn, if you’re wondering about my running off…”

Finn jumped in before you could finish, trying to convey that he would love you regardless of your past. “You don’t have to explain, love. I don’t care what you’ve done,” he said.

You shook your head gently and gave him a small smile at his misunderstanding. “No,” you said clutching onto his wrist to make him listen. "What the men at camp said isn’t true. I’ve never slept with anyone. In fact, I ran away to be alone because I was scared about getting married,” you admitted.

Finn returned your smile. He would have accepted anything you had to tell him, but he couldn’t help feeling relieved. He cupped your cheek in his hand as he assured you, “We don’t have to do anything until you’re ready, love. I’m your husband and that means I’m here to protect you.”

You inhaled deeply, finally feeling heard and valued. Your nerves about being with Finn were melting away and to show him how much you adored him already, you leaned forward for a kiss. He cradled you to him, one hand curled around your hip to keep you from falling and the other resting at the nape of your neck. As his tongue massaged yours, his thumb stroked the delicate skin beneath your ear. You laced your arms around his neck, feeling his quickening pulse thrumming in his veins before he pulled away.

As much as he wanted you, he would respect your boundaries until you were completely comfortable. Knowing you needed more time to get to know one another, Finn spent the rest of the evening peppering you with questions about your family and your life on the road. You told him about everyone and everything, including your love of flowers, books and dogs.

In return he told you about his business and his brothers. His eyes sparkled most when he talked about his Aunt Polly though. He claimed she was gypsy royalty. He promised you would get to meet her when you moved into your new home in Small Heath and you felt excited at the prospect.

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You’d settled into your house on Watery Lane quickly, making it a real home in no time with your hand stitched blankets and the smell of your delicious bread and stews wafting through the kitchen. Finn doted on you constantly. He even surprised you with a puppy as soon as you arrived.

Early on he had admitted that he couldn’t read and you had spent your evenings by the fire ever since with a book in your hand and Finn’s head in your lap as you worked your way through some of your favorite novels. When you would begin to doze, Finn would carry you to bed, despite your playful protestations that you didn’t need help up the stairs.

Finn had told you you didn’t have to work, but you still accompanied him to the betting shop to help take bets. You enjoyed gossiping with Polly and Ada in any case. They had already told you many hilarious stories about Finn’s unusual upbringing. You realized his caring nature had come from these remarkable women and you took their advice to heart as much as Finn did.

One day when you mentioned how much you and Finn wanted a child, Polly took you to the kitchen and slipped a bundle of herbs into your pocket. She told you how to prepare a special tea that would increase your chances of pregnancy. You didn’t actually think it would work at first, but you still made the tea, having faith in Aunt Polly.

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The next day, you had just made yourself a cup of tea when you heard Finn’s footsteps on the stairs. You rushed to hide the small package in your apron pocket.

Finn entered the kitchen just then wanting breakfast. He leaned in to give you a good morning kiss, but when you pulled back from him, he was suspicious. “Can’t give us a kiss, love?” He began to joke, pulling you by the waist. Your body crashed into his suddenly and he felt the lump in your pocket. A puzzled expression came over his face and he looked down at you. “Are you hiding a present for me? Let’s see, what could this be?”

You hid your face quickly as Finn’s large hand dove into your apron pocket. You were slightly embarrassed to admit what the herbs were.

He retrieved the small bundle and brought it to his nose to sniff. “Hmmm…right,” he pronounced, wheels turning in his head. Finn had seen other women come to Polly for such things. A smile spread across his face as he looked down at you. “Are you pregnant?” he asked hopefully.

You shook your head sadly. “No, love. I do want to be though. We’ve been trying with no luck so I asked Polly what to do and she gave me these,” you explained. You gestured toward your tea cup. “I was just about to drink it.”

Finn caressed your cheek with his thumb and said, “Well, I’ve got a better idea and one that’s got to be more effective. Come on,” he said hoisting you over his shoulder. You laughed as he jogged through the house to your bedroom with you in the same precarious position. Setting you down gently by the bed he said, “You’ve made me so happy, y/n. I love you.”

“I love you, Finn,” you replied as you both collapsed onto your bed, forgetting all your cares as you gave into your passion for each other. It had only begun as a spark, but your love was burning brightly now.

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How about "I just want a nice, easy life! Maybe a couple cats and a house in the middle of nowhere. What's so wrong with that?" with Finn Shelby, please? 🥺🙏🏼

"I just want a nice, easy life! Maybe a couple cats and a house in the middle of nowhere. What's so wrong with that?"

Finn stared you down for a moment, lips parted as he thought of what to say, but no words left him.

"I don't want all this," you lamented, arms crossed over your chest. "I've lived with it my whole life! I can't keep doing this, Finn."

He let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. He knew. He understood what you meant. And when it came to you, he knew he would do anything. Even if it meant leaving the family business behind to give you the life you deserved.

"You don't have to," he softly said.

You were prepared to continue your tirade, having formulated an argument in your head long before the conversation had even begun.

"Every day is just—wait," you turned to face him, eyes searching his face to see if he was just pulling your leg. It wouldn't have been the first time. "You mean it?"

Finn's lips curved into a small smile. "Is the sky blue?"

You blinked slowly at him, your bottom lip tucking in between your teeth.

"When do you want to leave?" asked Finn.

You tilted your head. "What?"

"You really want me to repeat myself, love? I'll leave. Right now, I'll get my shit and we can go. Anywhere. I'll find a place. If that's what you want."

You reached forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"You are the best husband anyone could ask for, Finn Shelby."

"I know," he said, a cheeky smile forming soon after. "Now, come here. We'll have to find a way to... well, tell Tommy."

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collecting-stories · 1 year

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The Lakes - Finn Shelby

Summary: reader contemplates all the ways they’ve fallen in love with Finn.

A/N: this is just some fluff nonsense that I found half finished in my drafts.

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✰ and I want you right here ✰

“You know what that’ll do to you?” Finn was already lighting up your cigarette as he asked the question, watching you draw in a breath of smog before blowing it back out, hazy and white in the dusk of Small Heath. His own cigarette lingered between his fingers as he waited for your answer, as if he was dependent upon a reply. 

“I’ve a mind to find out,” you replied, looking away momentarily, back down the street where he’d come from, the looming church in the distance. “My mum says it’s not proper.” 

You could hear her voice in the back of your head, lithe but shrill, warning you that bad habits would chase away good suitors. There was only one you had in mind, the same one you’d been saying since you were small. You could remember still, even looking at him now all tall and lean like his brothers (save for Tommy who’d inherited his mother’s height), toking on a cigarette as if he were contemplating the whole of the world, the way your heart had pounded up into your chest the first time you laid eyes on Finn Shelby in a different light. 

Ten years old, troublemakers in your own rights, Polly used to remark that the pair of you were thick as thieves whenever she saw you playing together. When you were little, dirty knees and scraped palms seemed like the perfect forever. You couldn’t imagine a different kind of life, the world was only as big as Small Heath and you had everything you needed right on Watery Lane. It wasn’t all true anymore, you’d seen London and Edinburgh and heard stories from Grace about America. The world was vast and you had an itch that begged for exploration. But everything you needed was still right there, in the middle of Watery Lane behind a black door. Tall and lean and ginger, with a smile that melted your insides and made your heart feel warm. He had freckles like constellations across his face and shoulders and other places that would make your mother blush if she knew you’d seen them.

“If your mum wanted you to be proper she’d have kept a closer eye on you,” he teased, eyes lighting up as he smiled. 

“You think that would’ve stopped me?” You asked, as if Finn wasn’t as magnetic as the sun, pulling you into his orbit with little effort. A smile directed at you was enough for him to have your whole heart. 

“Not at all,” he replied, curls bouncing as he shook his head. His hair was unusually unkempt, soft ginger curls enticing and free of gel. His typically shaved sides and back grown out just enough that you could run your fingers through it but not grasp it yet. He’d trim it by the weekend for the party but for now, he’d let it go. Finn liked the uniform look of the blinders, mostly because it meant that people recognised him immediately. If not instantly as the youngest Shelby brother than at least as a blinder. But he knew you liked when he didn’t bother with fixing his hair. The beeswax tended to make you break out in hives when you came in contact with it and more than looking like a blinder, Finn liked the feeling of your hands in his hair. 

He was rewarded for going without the product when you reached out and brushed some fringe out of his eyes, fingers dancing along the freckles on his face as you cupped his cheek. Your other hand held your cigarette, somewhat over the idea of smoking with Finn. You’d suggested it, if only because he said he had to get back home and you were trying to stall him. 

“Are you still going to London this weekend?” You asked, a faint smile gracing your features as he turned his head into your hand and pressed a kiss to your fingers. 

He hummed, green eyes meeting yours, “are you going to come with me?” He’d been asking you to go back to London with him whenever the opportunity arose. You’d been once with your family and once with him (something that your mother had not been thrilled to discover) and Finn had been clear about wanting to take you back to the city. 

There was a charm about London that didn’t exist in Small Heath. This town was your whole world but sometimes it felt suffocating, everyone knew Finn and by association, you. There wasn’t a place you could go that you could just disappear into the crowd, where it could just be you and Finn without the pressure his brothers provided. 

London meant work but it was also a city too big for everyone to know who Finn was. When he got away from whatever his brothers needed him for and it was just the two of you, there was something distinctly peaceful about it. 

“My mum’s not keen on me going down to London,” you replied, even though it was silly to mention. Finn was well aware of your mum’s opinions though it always surprised him that she didn’t try to keep the two of you apart. 

“Is that a no?” He asked, taking another drag of his cigarette when you pulled your hand away. 

You placed your own between your lips but then removed it just as quickly, as if it was only a place holder while you were debating what to say. “No.” You shook your head, “I’ll go.” 

Finn’s face lit up, eyes sparkling and smile ear to ear. You swore a little piece of your heart ached at the look of absolute happiness he gave you, so much like the ten year old boy you once knew, and folded away the image for another time. You could’ve spent the rest of your life carefully annotating every look that crossed Finn Shelby’s face, every emotion that he felt charted for you to recall someday when he wasn’t with you anymore and it was all memories. 

“Someday you won’t have to worry about your mum’s permission,” Finn mentioned it as if it was something he’d considered before. 

“Doubt it’ll matter if I’m married, she’ll be there giving me her two cents about whatever I’m doing,” you replied, “though I’ll hopefully not be under the same roof.” 

“Pol‘ll just drive you mad instead,” he mused, “though she’s always had a soft spot for you.” 

“I’m moving in with Polly when I get married?” You asked, mirroring back the happy expression he’d had moments ago.

“Maybe just at first, then we’ll get a place. Like Tommy, out in the country and away from the smog.” 

“Wouldn’t matter to me,” you mused, “I’d brave the smog for you.” 

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call-sign-shark · 6 months

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Cut - Micheal

Marked - Finn

Oral - Bonnie

Car - Tommy

Hi dear Anon! Thank you for your participation. I took some of your suggestions but not all. Yet, I’ve particularly loved working on the marked prompt with Finn. I hope you’ll like it too.

Here it is: Engraved in The Flesh

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thosepeakyboysimagines · 2 years

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*not my gif*

Arranged (Part 4)

Pairing: Finn Shelby x Y/N

Warning:

Summary: You were the youngest child of you fathers, being part of a mob family in the heart of New York, your family had many enemies in the city, and even further away, and your life was about to change after a Peaky Boy barged into your life.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK!

"Fuuuuuckkkkk." You groaned out as you opened your eyes the next morning with your head still on Finn's chest. You rolled over and held you head in your hands.

"You okay love?" You heard a deep groggy voice say.

"My head." You said sighing out.

"Look in your bed side." He said as he flipped onto his side to look at you. You looked over and there was some tablets and water.

"Your the best." You said to him and grabbed them off the table and took them quickly. You laid back on your back and closed your eyes.

"So what are the plans today?" You asked.

"Well, I was thinking I'd show you around the city a bit. Go to the Garrison, which Tommy owns. Meet some new people. Then we can go back to my house and get your all set up." He said placing his hand softly on your forehead.

"Sounds good to me. I'd just like to get the alcohol out of my system first and not feel like shit. How bad was I?" You asked not ready to hear how big of an ass you made yourself look like.

"Not too bad. You were pretty mad at me because I wasn't around you. You caused some good laughs but nothing near the shit that normally goes on here." He said rubbing your head softly now.

"Here. I'll run you a bath and you can get ready for our day, then come downstairs and have breakfast wit everyone." He said getting up from the bed only in his boxers. He pulled his pants on and walked to the bathroom. You stood wrapping the sheet around your body to keep somewhat warm and went to the bathroom.

"Come on. It nice and warm." He said motioning you over. You dropped the sheet, exposing your completely naked body now to him. Trying to cover up slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

"I'll let you know right now, your body is beautiful, I saw you naked last night, and you never have to hide from me." He said standing and looking over at you. You smiled and walked over to the bath he stood in front and got in. The bubbles he put in covering you completely. The water was so warm on your skin, and relaxed all the muscles in your body.

"Are you excited to see England today?" Finn asked kneeling beside the bath tub and putting his arms on the edge of it.

"I am never left New York. So, I'm excited to see new things." You said looking at him. He smiled at you and put hand arm over and out his finger tips into the warm water you laid in. He looked down at the water as he caught bubbles in his hands and just kind of looked like he was thinking hard.

"Hey." You said putting your finger up to his chin to lift it up to look at you.

"Everything okay?" You asked looking into his eyes.

"Oh yeah. Just thinking." He said with a small grin.

"About?" You asked trying to understand him.

"Just thinking about my future. What will become of you and I. What you want from me. If you really want to be in this marriage. I've seen how arranged marriages go and most of the time, the couple ends top hating each other." He spoke up explaining his thoughts to you.

"Well, it is only day 4 of being married, so I can only tell you what I think at this moment. Right now, I think I would very much like a future with you. Do I think we will get along all the time? No, of course not. You have Shelby blood flooding your veins, I know there is anger in there somewhere. I have Italian blood, Gotti blood to be exact, running though my blood. But, I could see us having a beautiful family, kicking ass, and growing old together." You said explaining what you thought. He smiled and kissed your forehead softly.

"Well, I'm happy you feel that way. Now go ahead clean ups and I'll see you downstairs." He said standing and walking out. You smiled at yourself. He was a good man, he may not do some not so good things, but the people he loves, they know he loves them. That's ask you needed. To know you were loved, and safe. You finished up your bath and gout, wrapped your self in the robe that hung on the back of the door. You walked out drying your hair with a small towel. You opened your suit case that laid on the ground on your side of the bed. you grabbed out the pinstripe blazer, with a black button up shirt, and leather pants. Also, grabbing your fedora, and black heeled boots. You slipped into all your clothes and looking at yourself in the mirror before stepping out of the room. You made your way down the stairs and heard the talking coming from a few rooms over. You made your way to that room and entered it.

"There she is!!" Arthur yelled. You smiled at everyone, scanning the room to find Finn, and finally your eyes landed on him on the other side of the table with an open seat next to him. You began to round the table.

"You need to give me the name of whoever makes that suit. I need it." Polly said as you passed her.

"I'll have one specially tailored for you from New York." You told her with a smile and made it to Finn. You sat next to him and pushed your chair in.

"You look amazing." He whispered to you. You smiled at him giving him a thankful look.

"Alright, so Item one Welcome to the family officially Y/N. Hope you wont get to annoyed with all of us." Tommy said standing from his seat and clanking a knife on his glass. Everyone cheered and hooted.

"Item two, not with Y/N in the family, we have made amends with the Gotti family, which means we've made amends with pretty much all of New York. So we can began our move into America. We may have some trouble with Jack Nelson again, but with the Gotti family, and our men there now. We shouldn't have too much trouble." Tommy went on to the next topic. Thinking to yourself that you married Finn, for the business, but looking over at Finn and thinking even if it was just a business transaction you might actually have feelings for this man. Everyone ate and talked over their breakfast for about an hour longer.

"alright well I'm sure everyone has their own things going on today, so everyone have a nice day. Finn & Y/N have fun around the cities, but Finn remember to be careful." Tommy said before everyone broke away from the table. You stood along with everyone else.

"Alright you ready?" Finn asked as you both stood.

"Yes." You said with a smile and followed him out of the house and to the Bentley that sat out front for the two of you. You got in and Finn rounded the car to get in and drive off.

It as an amazing day with your husband. You drove around London met some Peaky boys that you'd be seeing around a lot. You danced, ate, sat and watched people walking around town, learned more and more about each other. You two were back in the car and on your way to Small Heath for the last stop of the night. You pulled up to the Garrison where it seemed like the place was packed.

"Here we are where everything started." Finn said before getting out of the car and coming to open your door. You took his hand and stepped out lightly.

"Wow. This place seems popular." You said with a smile.

"Well it is run and owned by the men who own and run this city, so they know where the best stuff is. Come on in, have a few more people for you to meet." He said leading you into the Garrison. It was covered in gold and beautiful lights hang from ceiling.

"Wow, thus place is beautiful." You said looking around.

"Yeah, had somewhat of an upgrade after it got blown up." Finn said. You looked at him with wide eyes.

"Business." Was all he said and you understood.

"Finn!!!" You heard a tall, blue eyed, black man say from a booth on the other side of the pub.

"Y/n, I'd like you to meet Isaiah. One of my best mates, and one of the Peaky Blinders." Finn said as you met with Isaiah.

"Well fuck Finn, look at you, finally got yourself a pretty one. No more slags for this guy, ey?" Isaiah said laughing and putting Finn in a headlock.

"Very nice to meet you Y/N." He said holding his hand out for you to place it in his and he kissed the top of it.

"Nice to meet you to Isaiah." You said with a smile.

"Y/N!" You heard your name called from behind you. You turned to see Polly stood at the bar waving you over.

"I'm going to go et a drink." You said before walking away from the two men.

"Hey Pol." You said meeting her and sitting st one of the hightop seats at the bar next to her.

"So, how was your time being introduced to the city?" She asked lighting s cigarette and motioning it to you. You took it and took a drag off of it.

"It was very nice. I think I'll like it here." You said with a smile.

"Hey! can we get a whiskey over here for the women?" Polly yelled at the bartender. The bartender hurrying to get that whiskey of you. You took a sip and relaxed a bit more.

You and Polly sat and talked for what felt like hours. Getting to know more and more about the family.

"Scuse. miss." You heard a man say from behind you and brush your hip with his hand.

"Mrs. and you can back up." You said turning to the man who wanted to get severely close to you.

"Sorry. Mrs. But you are beautiful, and I don't see your Mr. next to you. So I'm sure it'll be okay if I just." He said as he began to move his hand towards you waist again. Pulling out the knife from your boot, standing up, flicking it open and pushing it to his throat causing him to push back up against the bar.

"You didn't let me finish. Mrs. Shelby it is." You said and his eyes widened as you felt a presence behind you knowing it was Finn and Isaiah. Polly just sat and watched you, studied your movements.

"I suggest you don't come back here." You said backing up and he stood straight up.

"Fucking, Peaky Blinders." He said as he ran out of the building. You turned to look at Finn.

"Well. Didn't think you had that in ya." Finn said grabbing ahold of your hips and pulling you into him.

"I think there's a lot you may not know about me Finn. But you will learn as time goes on. But for now, let's dance!" You said pushing him to the middle of the room where everyone danced and joining in.

You and Finn danced through the night, drinking, laughing, even kissing every once in awhile. It rounded just about morning time when you and Finn sat in a booth just talking and realized there were people passed out in other booths and even on the floor.

"Well shit, we should probably get home. Get you acquainted with the house, and get some sleep." He said standing up sliding out of the booth. You followed behind him, and to the front door. You walked out, it wasn't sunrise yet, just before the sunrise where it was light out, but no sun appeared. You got into the car and Finn drove about 20 minutes away from the Garrison. Pulling up to a house secluded with trees around it, and a big farm. The house wasn't as big as Tommy's, but still big and just enough room.

"This is beautiful Finn." You said looking around the property.

"Yeah. It not huge, but I don't need huge. Just need enough room for the horses, and somewhere I'm able to get away from all the craziness." He said as pulled into the driveway.

"Its perfect." You said smiling and becoming more happy to be here by just seeing where you'd live. You got out of the car and met around it to Finn who wrapped his arm round your shoulder and walked with you into the home.

"Welcome home, Love."

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themultifandomgal · 11 months

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Finn Shelby

Evil- YN gets jealous of the girl flirting with Finn.

Double Trouble- Finn and YN always get themselves into mischief.

Sweet Treats- YN’s family own a bakery and Finn asks if YN can teach him to bake.

Blackmail- YN has always been close to the Shelby’s. They helped her through an abusive relationship and when YN’s ex comes back into the picture the older Shelby brothers deal with him for good while Finn comforts his girlfriend.

Hungry- YN and Finn are expecting a baby and YN feels hungry all of the time. Finn makes sure his wife is fed even in the middle of the night.

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lilacsnid · 1 year

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Don’t You Think It’s Time? — 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀)

Part 2 ✘

warnings: mentions of violence, swearing & blood.

There was always something about Finn Shelby that made Y/N feel more alive than ever before.

The mere sight of him would make her heart swoon. The thought of him would make its way into her mind at almost every moment of the day, filled with his kind words and his gentle gaze.

She has had a yearning for him from the very first moment they had set eyes on each other.

Y/N L/N, the young 22 year old was fresh into her Nursing & Midwifery career. Riding around the streets of Small Heath on a bicycle, turning heads wherever she went. To begin with, she was utterly terrified. But she soon became more comfortable with every moment that passed and the streets of Small Heath soon became familiar to her.

She would never forget the night her path crossed with Finn Shelby’s. A wild turn of events that would soon lead to a beautiful friendship, and perhaps something more.

It was quite late into the evening, Y/N had just helped a mother to deliver another beautiful and healthy baby. The father had gifted her a small bottle of whiskey, followed by a chorus of kind and gracious words for her helping to bring his daughter safely into the world.

Even though she didn’t drink, she took the bottle, concealing it in her nursing bag that was strapped on the back of her bicycle.

She hopped on her bicycle, preparing herself for the long cycle home. The night was that cold that she could see her breath. She bid the family one final farewell before setting off into the night. She listened carefully to the sounds around her as she rode through Small Health. She could hear the sounds of rowdy men in the pubs, the occasional sounds of chatter and cars. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

Much to her despise, it had started to rain not long after she had left. She began to pedal a little faster, wanting to get back to the Nurse’s home as soon as she could. She still had around 20 minutes left of her journey.

She became extra vigilant, as her vision became impaired due to how hard it was starting to rain. She rode past The Garrison, another pub filled with music and rowdy men. She came across a darker part of the street that wasn’t lit up quite as well as near the pub. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something. Or rather, someone. They seemed to be hunched over from what she could make out.

Out of pure instinct, she came to a complete stop. She hopped off her bicycle, mounting it against the brick wall. Remaining cautious, she decided to approach the person.

“Excuse me,” she announced herself, hoping whoever it was could hear her over the rain hitting the pavement, “Is everything alright?”

As she came closer to them, the person started to stand up. She was now able to make out that it was a man, who turned to her with a smile that she could only describe as evil.

The man snickered, dropping the bottle of alcohol she had failed to see him holding in his hand. She flinched at the sound of the glass hitting the pavement quite loudly, smashing into a thousand pieces.

“I reckon there is something you can help with, sweetheart.” The man spoke in a low voice, before grabbing her and slamming her against the wall before she even had time to run away.

“No!” she screamed, trying to fight her way out of his strong grip, “Stop! Leave me alone!”

She could smell the vile, strong scent of alcohol on his breath, turning her head away as his face kept coming closer to hers.

The man chuckled, tightening his grip around her wrists, “I’m going to have some fun with you, stop fucking moving you whore.”

Her knees felt weak, like she could topple to the ground in fear any second. She fought harder and more desperately as hercoat buttons were ripped from being pulled open so forcefully. Her tears were hot against her cheeks as the rain that kept hitting her skin.

She screamed. Wishing that someone, anyone at all, could hear her cries. The man kept clawing at the buttons of her uniform, trying to get them undone.

She had started preparing herself for the hell she thought she was going to face; but she soon heard someone yell out from behind them.

“Hey! Get the fuck off her!” she managed to glance up to see the man being pulled away from her. She had never been more grateful for being able to breathe properly now her attacker was no longer crushing her with his weight.

She was quick to wrap her ripped coat back around herself as best she could, watching with tired eyes as the scene unfolded before her. Whoever had saved her life was now above her attacker, throwing punches over and over again that she had lost count.

Her attacker was then slammed against the brick wall on the opposite side of the road to her, his face bleeding and broken. The other man, who she still couldn’t make out, took his hat off before turning it inside out. Even though it was dark, she couldn’t mistake the shine of razor blades hidden on the inside of his hat.

Whoever he was, he was a Peaky Blinder.

She knew who the Peaky Blinders were, and in any other case would be petrified. But in this moment, she felt somewhat safe. She knew she should probably make a run for it, but she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from him.

The man slashed her attackers face, and she cringed after hearing him yell out in pain.

“If I ever see you again,” he then points in her general direction, making her breath hitch, “And if I ever see you near her again, I will cut your eyes out of your fucking skull and I’ll watch you bleed. Do you understand?!”

He then proceeds to throw him to the ground, not waiting to hear for her attacker’s response. The two of them watch him scramble to his feet and flee from the scene.

Y/N was stiff and hadn’t dared to move a muscle from the moment she was saved. There was something about her saviour that drew her in. She watches him turn around to face her, quickly making sure that her attacker ran completely out of his sight. They were still a few feet away from one another, staring at each other, not daring to look away once.

Looking closer, she realized that he was a young man who didn’t look much older than herself. She could see his shoulders moving up and down from how hard he was trying to catch his breath. His hair was now damp, droplets of water running down his face. He held his bloodied cap in his hand with a tight grip, not daring to let go.

There was something about him that made her feel a particular type of way.

“I’m sorry, please, don’t be scared.” The young man broke the silence, beginning to approach her slowly, “Are you alright, did he hurt you?”

As he approached her, she couldn’t seem take her eyes off him. Not only was she grateful, but she was also mentally scolding herself for thinking about how attractive the young Peaky Blinder standing before her was.

Blood covered his white shirt that he was wearing underneath his dark grey suit, but she ignored it.

“I’m okay,” she whispered.

She could see his face drop as he let out a small sigh, “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

For the first time since the encounter, she offered a small smile towards him, “You didn’t. Thank you for helping me.”

“I wasn’t going to let that prick hurt you.”

Despite him being a Peaky Blinder, she could see something in his eyes. It was kindness, she could see it as clear as day. It was this kindness that had saved her from something awful. Something everyone fears.

She glances down at his side, and without thinking, reaches out for his hand. His knuckles were red and bruised, there was blood from the amount of punches he had been throwing.

“You’re bleeding,” She spoke, concerned no longer for herself but for the young man standing in front of her.

Her touch sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes for only a quick second, wanting to etch this memory in his mind of how soft her skin against his was.

It surprised him that this girl, who was only seconds away from pure terror, was no longer concerned for herself. She was concerned for him. He stole a glance at the nursing uniform underneath her coat.

“I can barely feel anything, don’t worry about me,” he shook his head as he spoke, gently placing that same hand on her arm.

After seeing her involuntarily flinch, he instantly felt bad. It was out of instinct, but she couldn't help miss his touch after he had taken his hand away.

He led her out from the rain, into a small eve that sheltered them both from the rain. Again, they stood opposite one another; there being not much room between the two of them. She could the warmth radiating off of him due to the close proximity.

He looked down at her small frame, noticing she had started to shiver. Without a second thought, he started taking of his suit jacket.

As he took of his suit jacket, she spotted the signature pocket watch tucked into his vest, along with the gun holster that was sitting on his shoulders that had been concealed underneath his jacket until now.

He looked into her eyes, not needing to speak as he silently asked for permission. The space between them was small, but he managed to wrap his jacket around her.

She glanced up at him gratefully, meeting his gaze and holding onto the front of his jacket to stop it from falling from her shoulders. She was engulfed by the smell of his cologne and the faint smell of cigarettes, it made her heart beat all the faster. It was comforting.

“I’m Finn Shelby,” he spoke, his hands not once leaving her waist.

“Y/N L/N,” she responded.

Her eyes trailed his face, admiring him.

Finn smiled down at her, wanting nothing more than to make her feel safe. He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her small frame until she stopped shaking. Resting his head on top of hers, the pair gently swayed in one another’s arms, listening to the rain as it began to fade away.

“Would you let me walk you home?” he asked, pulling his head away to look down at her, suddenly becoming shy at the close proximity of their faces.

She nodded, resting her forehead against his, “I’d like that.”

The pair soon set off into the night, Finn never once leaving her side.

Y/N felt comfortable in his presence, knowing there was something special about him. It was like she had known him for her entire life, his eyes were so alive with promise.

They had talked the whole way, both of them blushing when their arms would brush together.

Their hearts fell just that little bit when they arrived underneath the bike shed at the Nurse’s home.

Finn leaned against the wooden post as he watched Y/N put her bicycle away, unbuckling her nursing bag from the back. She held the bag by her side and glanced in his direction, smiling like she couldn’t help it.

“Thank you for walking me home, and for being there for me. I can’t bear to imagine what would have happened to me if you didn’t show up.”

Finn smiled, leaning off of the post and standing up straight as she handed him back his suit jacket, “Anything to keep you safe.”

He could see that he had made the girl blush at his words, she’s so beautiful he thought.

He shrugged his suit jacket back on, his gun holster now being concealed once again. The two of them stood in a comfortable silence for a few seconds, dreading the thought of having to leave one another.

Y/N then rummaged through her nursing bag, Finn being confused once she pulled out a small bottle of whiskey.

“Been drinking on the job?” Finn joked, looking back into her eyes.

“No, uh..,” she chuckled, clearing her throat, “I was given this tonight from a grateful patient, I delivered her baby.”

Finn nodded, putting his hands in his pockets, “Boy or girl?”

“A little girl,” she smiled, “I don’t drink so I thought you could take this, consider it a thank you.”

Finn laughed and took the small bottle she offered him, his fingers brushing against hers, “I’ll take it, but there really is no need to thank me.”

Y/N kept eye contact with him, unsure of what to say next. Finn managed to beat her to it, stepping closer so he was right in front of her.

“Will I see you again?” he asks in a sort of hushed whisper.

“You will,” she responded, a wave of confidence suddenly coming over her.

She took one more step, her body now being pressed up against his. she slipped her hand through his jacket, placing her hand over his heart. She could feel it pounding through his chest as she reached up and placed a kiss on the corner of his lips, teasing him.

“I’ll see you soon, Mr Shelby.”

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plspls can i have a finn shelby x reader where they run away to america for a few years and have a whole family bc the shelby's dont approve of their relationship? and they only come back after their kids ( 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls ) kept pestering them about meeting their relatives. cue a big sappy emotional reunion with a dash of some relationship reveal in it.

We've Got Work to Do (Finn Shelby X Reader)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Requested: Clearly (I loved this and kinda ran with it. I hope you like it! Also shout out to Anon who wanted Finn content.)

Warnings: Fem-Reader, language, reader is called a whore, runaways

Summary: Finn and the reader run away from Small Heath, but some family business brings them back. What will the family think?

W.C. 1341

As always, my requests and ships are OPEN

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It was the eve of my eighteenth birthday. My boyfriend of four years took me out to meet his brothers at the Garrison which did not go well. I heard Finn’s brothers call me unspeakable names, and they told him that I was just another whore who used him for his money. I know this is untrue, and he knows it’s untrue, but it still hurt that this was their first impression of me. I left the Garrison without hearing from any of them because if they did not approve of our relationship, there was no way we would be able to continue.

I was laying in my room, crying and thinking that my relationship was over. That is until a knock from my window caught my attention. It was difficult to see through the uncleaned window and heavy rainfall, but I could still make out the figure of Finn. “What the hell are you doing? You’re going to get sick!” I lectured, pulling him into my room. “You are freezing, Finn!”

“I had to see you. You need to know that they hate everyone’s girls,” he explained, walking more into the room. “They say every one of ‘em is a traitor. But I don’t care what they think!”

“Finn, I do. They’re your family,” I said as I moved to take his soaking clothes off and replace them with spares he left at my house. “Their opinion matters to me.”

“Well, it doesn’t to me,” he stated, leaving no room for debate, as he changed his clothes. “I’ve got a wicked idea.”

“I’m listening,” I laughed as I helped him button his shirt.

“What if we left?”

“I'm sorry?”

“We are eighteen. We can do whatever we want,” He explained. “I’ll quit the business, and we’ll go away. We don’t have to stay here.”

“Where would we go?”

“Wherever you want. Anywhere in the world.”

“I like the sound of America.”

That was the night we left Small Heath without a trace. We were on the first boat out of Birmingham and made it to America the next morning.

We started in New York. We started for a week or so, but it was too flashy. Then we decided to move West. We stayed in all types of places until we reached Santa Fe. It was a place I had heard nothing of, and it was secluded. No gangs, no illegal business, and no judgment.

We decided to build our own life here. We were free. Free to be us without having to worry anymore.

“John, Ava, Maya, Seb, come inside to wash up for supper,” I shouted from the kitchen window. The rest of the family, consisting of Finn, our five-year-old John, four-year-old Ava, two-year-old Maya, and one-year-old Sebastian, had been down by the creek since lunch while I had been writing for the newspaper I worked for. “Finn, help me set the table?”

“On it,” Finn responded as he lifted up Seb and Maya, the two youngest. “Come on. We gotta listen to your mum.” They all ran up the hill

“We were having fun, momma,” John said, running through the doors first. He pulled one of the dining chairs over to the sink, so he could wash his hands with some help from Finn. “Can we play more after we eat?”

“Sorry, baby, we can’t,” I replied, moving over to help Ava and Maya as Finn helped John and Seb wash their hands. “Got a call and we gotta leave early in the morning. That means bedtime right after dinner.”

Complaints rose from all four children, but they immediately became quiet once the food was served. I moved to serve Finn, but he stopped me, telling me to sit. Then, he places food onto both of our plates.

“Who called?” Finn started as we began to eat.

“Ada. She saw my article in the paper in Boston and reached out. I made her promise not to tell the family. But now, they’re in trouble, Finn.”

“When were you going to tell me?” Finn cut my explanation short.

“When it involved you,” I replied just as quickly. I leaned in to whisper, “Finn, everyone in the family got sent a black hand. Including us. We will discuss this more once the children are in bed.”

“Momma,” Seb cried.

“Are you all finished?” Finn asked as he started collecting all of the empty plates while I handled the crying child. He put all of the plates and utensils in the sink before leading the two older children toward the restroom. I took the two youngest to our room to clean them up before putting them into their separate cribs in the next room over.

Finn came into our room about an hour later and changed from his dirty clothes. He walked over to where I was sitting at my vanity, brushing my hair, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He leaned in to kiss my cheek before hiding his face in my neck and attacking me with small kisses. “Can we talk about it now?”

“I’ll tell you everything I know.”

“Who is it from?”

“Changrettas. The Italian mafia from New York.” I answered. “Ada said that Tommy is calling a family meeting on boxing day. Said we need to be there. Everyone from the family got the same card.” I stopped to stand and face Finn. I lifted my arms to circle his shoulders, one hand moving to cup his cheek. He moved his hands down to rest against my hips. “It’s not just us running from them anymore, Finn. This involves our children. John, Ava, Maya, Seb. They don’t deserve to be in this business. We have to go.”

“As much as I hate my brothers for calling you a whore, I know we need to go back,” he replied, leaning into my hand as we swayed back and forth. “I’ll drive us to New York and we’ll catch a boat out to Birmingham.” We stopped for a second as he pulled me into a kiss. When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead on mine before whispering, “You’re not telling me something. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know I can,” I whispered back. “I just wanted to make sure before getting your hopes up.”

“Make sure of what?”

“Make sure it wasn’t a one-off thing, but I’m confident to say that I am with child. Again.”

“How long have you known?”

“Been thinking ‘bout it for three months when I missed. Then, I got sick this morning.”

“Now we’re really going,” he laughed, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist. “I’m not risking my family.”

“Momma, was I named after Uncle John?”

“Yes, you were John Boy.”

“Momma, was I named after Auntie Ada?”

“No, but her name made me think of yours.”

“Momma, what is Uncle Arthur like?”

“That’s a question for your dad.”

“This is going to be a long drive.”

“Has anyone seen Finn? Someone had to’ve known where he went,” Tommy asked the group in front of him.

“They’ll be here. Just give them enough time to get here,” Ada responded with a snap. “Takes time to cross the ocean, ‘specially when you’ve got so much baggage.”

“They? Who’s they?” Arthur snapped right back at her. “What do you mean? Did he move to America?”

“Yeah, when you lot pushed him away when you called his girl a whore who was only there for the money,” Ada laughed. “Surely, you were smart enough to know he left the day after you met her.”

“Sorry we’re late,” I stated as we walked into the room. Finn holding the sleeping girls, John walking between us, and me carrying Seb. “Did we miss a lot?”

“What’s she doing here?” Artur seethed. “She is not part of this family.”

“She happens to be my wife and mother of my children, Arthur. So watch yourself.”

“Well then,” Thomas said, amused, “Let’s focus on Finn and his wife later. We’ve got work to do.”

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On My Mind (Part 7)

Finn Shelby x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Just a short chapter. Getting back into writing for Peaky Blinders.

Main Masterlist ♡ Peaky Blinders Masterlist ♡ On My Mind Masterlist ♡ Finn Shelby Masterlist

Summary: F/Reader is the niece of Luca Changretta and Finn Shelby takes a special interest in her.

YN's POV:

"Well, well, well, will you look at that." Finn and I stepped back from one another, and there at the entrance to the bedroom, stood Tommy and Arthur.

They both had a blank expression on their faces and I could feel my palms getting sweaty with how intense their gazes were.

I was hoping that I wouldn't be seeing them for atleast a few more days, but here they are, and they both look as intimidating as ever.

"Hello Tommy. Hello Arthur." I said, hoping I sound confident.

"Hello YN, long time no see." Tommy said to me. I gave him a thin smile, not wanting to say or do anything that can set these two men off.

The air was tense and Arthur was just looking at me, hardly blinking. When I heard the news about John, I knew Arthur would of taken it the hardest.

Underneath that tough exterior is a man who does have a good heart and cares very much for his family.

"We should get downstairs, dinner will be ready soon and we know how Pol is about us being late." Finn said, trying to break the tension.

Arthur just mumbled something but shut up once Tommy turned his gaze to him. Arthur turned and stomped his way down the stairs to the direction of what I assume is the dining room.

Now it was Tommy, Finn and I. Tommy took one step into the room and his hands were in his pant pockets.

"Finn, I would like a word with YN."

"But Tom,"

"I will not hurt her. Now leave Finn."

I wanted to grip Finn's hand to keep him from walking, but he just squeezed my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I will be just outside this door Tommy." He said to his older brother.

"I know Finn."

With one last look at me, the door was closed and it is now just Tommy and I, just staring at one another.

"You can relax YN. I am not going to hurt you." I couldn't relax though. Not when I am alone in the room with Tommy Shelby.

A man who I have known most of my life and who I once considered a brother to me, but that was before the war between our families.

"When Finn told me he bought a ticket for you to come back here, I will confess that I was angry. He went behind the family's back to bring a Changretta back here."

I didn't say a word. I have no idea where he is going with this.

"We didn't talk for days, so much so that Pol got involved. He threatened to leave us behind to spend his life with you." I didn't know that part.

"Ada and Pol sat Arthur and I down to talk to us about you."

"And?" I asked quietly.

"They had to remind us that you are not your family. That you had nothing to do with any of this. I do not blame you for Grace or John's deaths YN."

A huge wave or relief came over my body.

"Tommy, may I say one thing?" I asked him as he turned towards the door. He turned to look back at me.

"Of course YN, this is your house after all."

I took a deep breath. "I am sorry for what my family did to yours. Grace, was a wonderful woman who welcomed me in with open arms and John...when I heard about John, I cried myself to sleep. I begged my Uncle not do this."

"I can imagine you did, but he did what he thought was right to avenge his Father and Brother. If I could take back one thing about about that night when we took your Grandfather, was that I shouldn't have had my men hunt you and your Grandmother down."

"Tommy, you were angry and upset and what's done is done. We can not change the past."

A rare smile came over his hard features. "You have gotten smarter since I last saw you YN Changretta." He opened the door and clapped Finn on the shoulder as he walked past.

Finn had a worried expression on his face and I smiled at him, to let him know that things were okay.

I could hear Pol calling for us to come down to dinner, just like old times.

Ada and Pol hugged me once they saw me. I was introduced to Linda. She seemed okay. Very religious it seems, and not at all who I thought Arthur Shelby would of married.

There was one person I was not expecting to see and that was Lizzie Stark. She has married Tommy and he seems to be happy with her.

Now Arthur through out the meal refused to make eye contact with me. I tried to speak to him, but he just wasn't having it.

Even Pol and Tommy were trying, but no one was getting through to him. He just stayed quiet and ate his meal.

Finn had a massive smile on his face the whole time. His arm was over the back of my chair and he would lean down to whisper in my ear throughout the evening.

Finn stood up at the end of the meal. The whole room went quiet and I was more shocked that the Shelby family actually knew how to be quiet.

"Thank you for all coming tonight to be here for me and YN." The family raised their glasses to me expect for Arthur of course.

"But I am not up here just saying thank you. I want to ask YN something very important and I hope she will say yes."

Finn placed his glass on the table, with out ever taking his eyes off of me.

"I know this is all very sudden, but YN with you being out of my life for so long, I knew I couldn't spend another moment without you by my side."

Finn is now on one knee and he has reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a very familiar ring.

"Will you marry me YN?" I answered with no hesitation.

"Yes Finn." He slipped on the ring and family clapped and cheered for us, except for one.

Arthur slammed his hand on the table and slowly stood up. He was looking right at the ring that is now on my finger.

"Is that what I think it is?" He asked in a low tone.

"Yes Arthur." Finn said.

"You gave her our Mother's ring." The air was thick with tension once more.

"Enough Arthur." Tommy said as he lit a cigarette.

"Arthur sweetheart, have a seat." His wife said, trying to defuse the situation.

"No, I will not. I have no idea how any of you are okay with our traitor of a brother bringing the likes of her into this family."

"Calm down at once Arthur." Pol said.

"I will not. He stole that ring from us. It was in the safe at the Shop."

"Finn did not steal it. I gave it to him." Ada said. Arthur's glared turned his sister, who didn't even looked fazed.

"You what?"

"I gave it to him. It was left to me and I wanted to keep it in the family. So when he was talking about going shopping for one, I talked to Tommy about it and he also agreed."

"The lot of you have lost your whole damn mind! She probably has people on the way here as we speak."

"I don't Arthur. I came alone."

"Shut up." He snarled.

"Do not tell her to shut up Arthur." Finn said as he stood to his full height.

"I think we should go." Linda said as she stood next to her husband.

"I believe that would be best." Finn said. I stood next to him as we watched them leave.

Well, this went better than what I imagined actually. No one hurt or dead.

Part 6 ♤ Part 8 coming soon

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CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 2

PUBLISHED: 15/05/2022

!!FIRST PART + MASTERLIST HERE!!

Part 1

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FINN'S POV

Arthur was now dragging me down to the Garrison. Apparently (Y/N) and her elder sister Esmeralda were there, waiting for us. Fuck 'em. I didn't want to see any of those Golds, especially the one Arthur told me I had to marry. This would be the first time I'd be seeing you properly.

"Why the fuck are we meeting at the Garrison? She's too young to drink anyway," I complained as Arthur fixed my suit as we walked down the cobblestone streets, feeling slightly buzzed from my whiskey.

"She can drink if she wants, I wouldn't be surprised if she could drink you under the table - and behave, you're going to be tied to this girl until one of you die because Shelby's. Don't. Divorce." Arthur warned before we walked in.

Arthur strutted in, and I followed, automatically reaching up to touch the bottom of the door jamb, then we walked to our private booth, passing Harry and saying hey on the way.

You were there, looking out the open window, your hair shielding you from my gaze (and Arthur's), your hand near your mouth. From the soft 'click', it was safe to assume you were chewing your nails.

I closed the door and locked it behind me, making sure no one could enter. Your sister nudged you, saying something softly, making you tuck your hair behind your ears and look at us. Your eyes met mine, and breath caught in my throat. The sun coming through the window made your eyes look like they were glowing.

You scowled, then faced the window again.

Arthur ushered me into the chair and I slid across, stopping next to the window. I immediately started bouncing my leg. Arthur sat down next to me, saying greetings. Esmeralda replied, but not you.

"Have they organised a date for the wedding yet?" Esmeralda asked Arthur, her eyes flickering to me and back.

"Sometime next week, I suspect. Don't worry, we'll get a seamstress to sew her up a nice dress." Arthur reassured the pair of you — mainly Esmeralda.

"I don't want a white dress," You spoke, turning to look at Arthur, "I like yellow — I want yellow. If I'm going to get married against my fucking will, It's it going be in my favourite fucking colour."

Arthur nodded thoughtfully, "That can easily be arranged."

You settled back into your seat, looking somewhat content at the little say you had, "Good."

We fell into an awkward silence.

"I'll go get us some drinks," Esmeralda said, slipping out of the chair and out of the booth.

Arthur shifted uncomfortably as you openly glared at us now that your sister was gone.

"I hate you both," You announced, then looked back out the window.

I opened my mouth to say something back but Arthur raised his eyebrows at me. I quickly shut my mouth, knowing he would tell Tommy.

Esmeralda quickly came back in, a jug of beer and four glasses on a tray. Arthur flew up to help her set the tray on the table without breaking anything.

"Have they told you of your new living arrangements?" Esmeralda asked her sister as she poured her a glass.

You shook your head slowly. I perked up in my seat as Arthur slid me a glass, wondering what was going to happen. Esmeralda nodded towards Arthur.

Arthur pointed to himself, and Esmeralda nodded. You cocked a brow as you crossed your arms over your chest.

Arthur cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, leaning his arms on the tabletop, "You're moving to Watery Lane — with Finn. Orders of Tommy and your father. You're expected to move as soon as possible."

Your jaw dropped, as did mine.

"Fuck off!" You said at the same time I whipped out my pocket flask and took a long, hard swig of the whiskey.

This was the first I was hearing about it.

You stood up and stepped up onto the chair, then the table. You kicked the jug, effectively shattering it, making us all shout. Drops of beer landed on the yellow ribbon intertwined with your shoelaces, but you didn't seem to care as you walked down the table and hopped down onto the ground, and walked out of the booth.

"I'm sorry," Esmeralda said hurriedly as she got up and followed you.

Quite a fucking exit, if I do say so myself.

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READER'S POV

I locked myself in my vardo, this time I was adamant about not coming out. This was my home, not some cobblestone street where all the houses looked the same.

"(Y/N)! Get out here, girl!" Dad called out, knocking on the door again for what must have been the eighth time in two hours, "I'll tow this fucking vardo into Watery Lane if I must!"

The thought of my precious home touching that filthy street made me blanch, so I quickly got up off my bed and stepped across the van to the door, taking a deep breath in through my nose and letting it out of my mouth before I swung the door open.

There stood Dad and none other than Tommy and Finn Shelby. I grimaced at the trio. Finn didn't have his cap on, the sun shining freely on his face. I could see the freckles spread across his pale skin. Tommy continued puffing on the cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

"What are you lot doing here?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Finn's staying the night with you, so hand over your weapons." Dad ordered, stepping past me and grabbing my rifle and knife, "Tommy was kind enough to let you have one last night in the vardo."

My jaw dropped once more. He couldn't be serious! I looked at Finn, who looked away.

Oh, he was very fucking serious.

"We've decided you're to get married on Friday, five days' time — we'll do it here, at the camp, and you're going in to get your yellow dress on Tuesday, in two days' time. Sound alright?" Tommy questioned as Dad stepped back down the stairs.

I didn't have very much of a choice, did I?

"Sounds divine." I said through gritted teeth, making Tommy nod and walk off.

Finn stood there awkwardly, hands clasped around the black bag.

I stepped back and opened the door to the caravan wider, tilting my head to the side, "Take your boots off on the stairs. I don't want mud."

Finn handed me his bag, and I went and placed it on the table. He sat on the stairs, slowly unlacing his boots and removing them, then stood up and came in, reaching up and touching the top of the doorway as he did so, looking around.

I sat on my bed, watching him as he trailed a finger along the table and looked at the trinkets I collected at fairgrounds lined up on the shelf on top of the stove.

"So?" I asked, cocking a brow.

He turned to face me, looking confused.

"Do you like my caravan?" I elaborated impatiently, feeling slightly nervous.

He nodded, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"It's nice, really — just not what I'm used to," He replied, settling himself down on the seat next to the bed.

His leg immediately started bouncing. We settled into an awkward silence, and I brought my hand up to my mouth out of habit, making Finn reach over and grab his bag. He rummaged around for a bit then threw a little packet onto the bed.

I looked at it, and opened it. Chewing gum.

"To save your poor nails," He explained as I ripped the foil off of a piece and popped it into my mouth.

I pulled another piece from the packet and threw it to him. He unwrapped it carefully and placed half of it into his mouth and bit down, then threw the remaining half into his mouth, chewing like a cow.

I opened the window above my bed wider, to let breeze in more. I could smell something cooking on the fire, probably soup and flatbread again.

"Erm, should we figure out who's doing what role in the wedding?" Finn asked, scratching the back of his neck, leg bouncing a bit faster.

"No, not now, not ever." I hissed, glaring at the boy.

Finn threw his arms up, "Fuck me, (Y/N), I'm just trying to make things easier on us!"

I scoffed in disbelief as Finn ran a hand over his face, "They're marrying us off together because it's for the good of our families, (Y/N), can't you do this for your family?"

I closed my mouth, halfway through thinking of an insult, then opened it once more, "How will it help my family? I'm not doing it if it's not worth it, Shelby."

"I don't know, you can figure it out and we can make it happen. Tommy wants me to marry you because we could use a strong family like yours tied to us." Finn said, using his thumb to twirl the ring on his index finger around.

I thought for a bit.

"Can — can you keep the Lees away from us when we're passing through, keep it civil when we're camped close? Can you use Dad whenever you can? And can you promote Bonnie to the best of your ability?" I asked as the boy leaned back onto the seat.

Finn nodded, "I'll pass the message onto Tommy."

I thought about it for a bit, then narrowed my eyes at the boy, "How will it help me?"

"It doesn't, I think. I don't get many benefits either." Finn said softly.

I nearly felt sorry for him as I turned my head away to look out of my window, staying silent for a few moments.

"I'll do it for my family, don't think for one second that this is for you. And I sleep on the right side of the bed, with the window open. I can't stand a still room." I stated.

"Well, can we keep the curtains closed at night? I can't sleep with light." Finn informed me, making me groan and roll my eyes.

We weren't even properly married yet and I already hated it.

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Chapter two done and dusted

Also - I find that Peaky Blinders continuity is a bit iffy, so I’m playing around with it, which in turn may make a few things feel funny time-wise.

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