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hb-writes · 9 months

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The Way Things Used to Be

Summary: 1925. Esme tolerated Clara’s updates on Ada or Karl. She allowed her sister-in-law to speak about their nephew, Charlie. And she even enjoyed when Clara voiced her complaints against Thomas Shelby, but anything that was accompanied by a positive emotion…well, talk like that was off limits, better left off the agenda…even if John didn’t mind it so much.

Characters: John Shelby, Esme Shelby (mention), Sam Shelby (John and Esme's baby) & Clara Shelby.

Request (from anon): 51, John y Clara <3

Content Warnings: Season 4 vibes.

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Clara stroked her nephew’s small cheek with a gentle finger and tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling stirring in the pit of her stomach. In the distance she could hear the other children playing—their occasional shouts and giggles traveling back to Clara’s ears from out behind the barn where they’d been playing for hours now.

Esme had gone through the back door nearly fifteen minutes before, and the door that slammed in her wake seemed to set a quieting spell over the property. Even the baby who’d been screaming along with his parents' argument had fallen into a calm slumber after being transferred to Clara’s arms. No words had been exchanged when Esme handed her the baby. She hadn’t even met Clara’s eye before setting off on her march away from the house. Clara had lost sight of her quickly, Esme’s body disappearing beyond the far treeline with a quickness that shouldn’t have been possible.

Not that Clara needed Esme’s explanation at that moment. She’d heard the argument from her spot by the backdoor. And even if she hadn’t, as far as Clara could tell, Esme and John’s fights always seemed to be sparked by the same thing these days, the same person—Tommy.

And by extension, by Clara, who often brought with her news from the side of the family John and Esme no longer associated with. And even when she wasn’t bringing news, Clara simply reminded Esme of everything that had come to pass with John.

Clara didn’t blame Esme for being angry with Tommy, or with her, for that matter. When Clara allowed herself to think on it, she was angry with him, too, for all that passed and the ways it was handled. She’d come to understand that what had happened wasn’t necessarily Tommy’s plan, and that they’d all had a role to play, but that understanding only extended so far. Her heart housed a rage that could rival Esme’s if she allowed it, but once upon a time Clara had tucked it away deep, allowing herself to get by when she had needed to, to forget the things that hurt too much to remember, the things she felt powerless to alter in any significant way.

Clara allowed herself to hold onto that narrative—that she had no choice in it, but the truth was she didn’t want to make a choice. As unbearable as it was being in the middle of a family divided, Clara couldn’t fathom choosing between them, siding with one brother over the others. She couldn’t fathom losing any of them. And moments where she was able to talk freely about one to the other reminded her of a time when things were okay. Perhaps it was selfish, but Clara allowed herself to enjoy those moments.

Clara pulled her eyes from the sleeping baby in her arms as John stepped out of the back door, his gaze sweeping over the back fields. She cleared her throat and John glanced at her, watching where Clara gestured with a small movement of her head, indicating where Esme had gone.

John’s chest heaved with a big breath as Clara looked back to her nephew. John wouldn’t go after his wife. It would only cause more trouble, trying to bring her back before she was ready. While John dreaded being alone, especially in the wake of an argument, Esme needed time to sort herself on her own. She needed time to be free.

The baby opened his blue eyes, bypassing his aunt’s gaze to find his father, somehow subconsciously aware of his presence. John took the now squirming child into his arms as he took a seat beside his sister, quickly soothing the baby back to sleep against his chest.

Clara smoothed out her dress before settling her arms over her chest, unsure of what to do with herself without a nephew to hold in her arms, unsure of what to say to her brother’s silence.

“She’ll be back,” Clara offered after a few more moments of quiet.

John scoffed. “Did she tell you that?”

Clara gave a slight shake of her head. “Just, she won’t stay mad about this, I don’t think.”

It was more Clara’s hope than it was her thought though. She hoped Esme wouldn’t stay mad at her brother over something Clara had brought to her door step, a silly little story about Tommy she should have likely just kept to herself.

“I’m sorry,” Clara started, barely getting the words out before John shook his head.

John knew it was as much his fault as it was Clara’s. Some part of him had encouraged her, eager for the story of their brother even though Esme was growing riled with every sentence Clara shared about him. Esme tolerated Clara’s updates on Ada or Karl. She allowed her sister-in-law to speak about their nephew, Charlie. And she even enjoyed when Clara voiced her complaints against Thomas Shelby, but anything that was accompanied by a positive emotion…well, talk like that was off limits, better left off the agenda.

“You and Esme were fighting because—”

“How exactly would you know what Esme and I were fighting about?” John asked.

Somehow the feeling of being very small and very much in trouble took Clara over in that moment. John’s words and tone reminded her of a different time, a time when everyone was always getting after her and Finn for listening in on things that weren’t meant for their little ears.

Before Esme’s voice had a chance to rise, John had sent Clara out to check on the children, sparring her from the lecture she’d half-earned for her brother. Clara had done the task quickly, ensuring the kids were all present before heading straight back to the house, catching more of their argument than she’d missed. So maybe this wasn’t much different than all those times she’d gotten told off with Finn. Maybe Clara should have given John and Esme their privacy. Maybe she shouldn’t have lingered by the door, listening in. Maybe she shouldn’t have known what exactly they’d fought about, but the time for maybes had passed them by now.

“Did you eavesdrop on me, Clara Shelby?” John interrupted his sister’s thoughts, a bit of laughter sneaking into his voice. “Never did learn to mind your own business, did you?” he asked, nudging her foot with his as he tsked her. “Curious Clara, always creeping about. Not the first time you’ve heard me get told off.”

Clara shook her head, much of her concerns about being caught out falling away as John’s gentle teasing lifted her spirits.

“Bloody hard to mind my own business with the two of you shouting so loud,” Clara answered with a smirk. “I imagine Ada heard you all the way in Boston.”

“Could be,” he scoffed. “Our Ada’s as nosy as you, so it’s bloody likely she was straining her ear anyhow.”

Clara allowed herself a chuckle at that and John’s gaze strayed to the treeline once again. His eyes fell closed for a short moment as Clara’s laughter dissipated in the breeze.

“I am sorry though,” Clara said again.

“Don’t be.” John shook his head.

“I shouldn’t have—” she started, unsure of her wording. “We don’t need to talk about…him.”

John shrugged. They didn’t need to talk about Tommy, but somehow the conversations always ended up there in one way or another. It was the same way when John spoke with Finn or Arthur, or Ada if she got him on the phone while Esme was out.

John met his sister’s eye. “You want to know a secret?”

Clara’s nod came as if the movement was automatic, as if her brother’s secret had to come to her whether she actually wanted it or not. But like old times, Clara did want her brother’s secret. She wanted his confidence. But more than whatever it was John was about to tell her, Clara craved the intimacy of it. The closeness. The return to a relationship of years that seemed far gone now.

John bit his lip, considering his words before he spoke. “I don’t mind the stories,” he offered. “Reminds me of the way things used to be.”

Clara smiled, the shift of her face lubricated more by a sense of sadness than joy as a handful of memories flashed through her mind, a complicated mix of emotions tangled up inside her.

“But Esme…she doesn’t like it,” he continued, “So let’s keep the stories about Tom between you and me, eh?”

The baby called out, stretching his arms and clenching his fists as he opened his eyes. “You want to hear, too?” John asked the little boy. “Nosy as your aunties then, eh?”

John snorted at the baby before he looked back at his sister. “Well, go on, then. Tell your nephew what that arsehole did next before Esme gets back. We’ll keep it between the three of us.”

John settled back in his seat then and prepared to hear the rest of the story almost as if the fight with his wife hadn’t happened. He listened almost as if he hadn’t spent half a year in prison. He held onto his sister’s words almost as if he hadn’t nearly been hanged. He smiled almost if he was still close with the brother he hadn’t spoken with in over a year. He laughed almost as if things were still the way they used to be.

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scorpiussage · 1 year

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Tommy Shelby + Airdrop Nudes

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none, swearing

For anon

It’s definitely an accident, your cherry red face and that you’re a total stranger tells him that, but he’s never seen pictures so hot.

In one you’re dressed in lacy red lingerie that cinches in your waist and pushes your breasts up. That one, in his opinion, is almost more obscene than the fully nude ones.

His pants tighten uncomfortably and his eyes track up to you, the only person in this cafe that shares the face of the sexy goddess in the photos. Except you are hastily gathering up your things, fully abandoning your coffee and bagel to make a dead sprint exit out the door. You knock over some poor man who was trying to enter the establishment and you’re so desperate to get away that you don’t even stop to apologize.

Tommy is fast to follow, not even realizing how it might look that he’s chasing after you, after you accidentally air dropped him your nudes. He catches up to you as you’re stopped at the crosswalk, your escape hindered by the quick moving traffic in the street.

You jump nearly a foot in the air when his long fingers wrap around your upper arm. You’re moving before you even really realize it and whacking him upside the head with your purse while screeching, “Fuck off perv!”

He curses colorfully and stops your hand before you can hit him again, “Wait!”

There you are in a standoff, him holding both your arms and looking down at you with wide, too-blue eyes.

You gape at him stupidly, still cringing visibly from your mistake in the cafe and now from this scene on the sidewalk.

“I just wanted to talk to you,” the man tells you, his voice husky and the spice of his cologne intoxicating. You feel even worse about what’s happened, oh god he probably wants to make fun of you. And with how hot he is, he’d be totally justified, you think.

“Just get on with it,” you practically sob. You just hope he has a heart enough to not post them all online.

Once he’s certain you’re not going anywhere, he gently drops your arms and tucks his hands into his pockets in a terribly masculine display.

“I— uh, really liked those pictures,” he says, his own face flushing a bit but his eyes never straying from yours. They’re almost hypnotizing with how heated they are, “I just wanted to introduce myself.”

He tugs his hand out of his pocket and sticks it out towards you, “I’m Tommy.”

You tentatively take it, shaking it with visible confusion. You introduce yourself in return.

“Please don’t post those pictures online,” you beg, already imagining the horror of having to explain everything to your family, “I’ll do anything.”

His eyebrow cocks at that and then he’s pulling out his phone. He pulls up his pictures app and selects all your racy pics and then deletes them. You stare slack jawed at him, he actually deleted random free nudes like it was nothing.

“I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me,” he tells you after putting his phone away, “And you don’t have to bargain with airdropped nudes or anything.”

His chuckles are warm and surprisingly kind. You had been so prepared to be humiliated by this handsome stranger, but he was proving all your preconceived notions wrong.

“Yeah, okay,” you agree and you actually mean it. You want to go out with him.

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#I really enjoyed this prompt and I def think I’m gonna add more to this pairing in the future #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby imagines #tommy shelby x reader #baddie bingo

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dr-george-ordell · 2 months

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Yellowjackets (2021-2023) 'Old Wounds' Episode 4 Season 2. / Peaky Blinders (2013-2022) 'Black Tuesday' Episode 1 Season 5. / Google Dictionary, Oxford Languages.

#web weaving #mixed media #prompt: hallucinations #cw: hallucinations #peaky blinders #yellowjackets #lottie yellowjackets #laura lee yellowjackets #thomas shelby #grace burgess #tragic blondes #tommy x grace #lottielee #tommy shelby

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windsweptinred · 2 years

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London 1920s

A man swaggers into the White Horse Inn. Stopping briefly in the doorway, his eyes land on his unsuspecting targets and in a voice, self satisfied and cocksure announces...

'The Devil and the Wandering Jew.'

Dream and Hob stand, Alfie and Tommy stand. Both double take and stare at the other with curiosity and suspicion.

One hour later...

Tommy and Dream, intensely involved in a blue eyed, stoic, cat fight.

Meanwhile...

Alfie: So after three months of the most wanton f*cking stares a man has ever been subjected to by a hellion such as he, I said to him, Tommy, I'm going to kiss you now. And he pulls a gun on me. Now I tell you Mr Gadling, I am a man of many unholy tastes, but that was not part of my lustful imaginings. Then out he storms like the venom of God. All wrath and tempests. And a month later, I am set upon by his circus of a family!

Hob: You are preaching to the choir Mr Solomons.

#dreamling #tolfie #dream of the endless #hob gadling #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #the sandman #peaky blinders #The 1920s AU you never knew you wanted #fic prompt

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evita-shelby · 6 months

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Historic

Another Tom Bennett x Diane Shelby. Ft. Eva and their universe's Jack Kennedy, Jack Nelson Jr.

Some day drinking, some blasphemy

There is an historic heat wave during his leave. And given his wife’s and her mother’s commentary about certain guests, that wasn’t the only historic thing about this fucking garden party.

Tom has no idea how Tommy Shelby deals with it when he knows the man has the same dislike for these fuckers as he does.

“Here, let me.” His hostess and mother-in-law takes his iced tea, stirs nothing into it and then returns it to him.

When Tom takes another sip of the disgusting American version of tea, its has magically turned into whiskey.

“Reading cards and seeing the future isn’t all I do, kid.” He hates the word kid, but coming from Eva its not as bad as when it comes from her husband.

Thomas Bennett had become an officer in the navy and yet to Thomas Shelby he is still the young man who refused to be bribed away from his daughter. Looks down on him despite barely reaching Tom’s chin.

Though his disapproval is nothing like the one he gets from their guests. Well, not all of them. There were others here who came from a background just like his and had used their talents to get where they are.

Then there was the Nelsons and those who knew Diane had refused to marry the all too perfect Jack Jr.

Tom had never met the man who had been in Diane’s heart before him, and now that he knew him, he hated him with every fiber of his being.

Jack Fitzgerald Nelson was tall and broad shouldered and handsome. Not as lean as Tom, but everything about the young man had him wanting to punch him in the face.

Even worse, he was also a sailor and got along well.

Nothing about him could ever compete with Mr. Future President.

“Di said he’s gonna be president.” He mentions as he tries his damn best to restrain himself. Diane laughs at something he or his sister said and Tom’s fist clenched.

He'd give his right arm to ruin his face.

“Yeah, youngest American president in history.” The witch said making feel worse “and the fourth sitting president to be assassinated.”

Tom chokes on his whiskey with her casual way of delivering her message of doom.

“Oh, look, there’s Madame First Lady feeling just as jealous as you are, Tommy!” she gestures to Miss. Jacqueline Bouvier who looks at Diane in a more ladylike version of how Tom looks at Jack.

Lucky for him, Diane comes and joins them with a certain look in her mismatched eyes. One she only gets when she sees him.

“I hope you haven’t been too bored without me, Tom.” His witch takes his drink and sips it before grimacing at being sucker punched with Irish Whiskey instead of cold tea. “Jesus Christ, ma.”

“Christ wishes, mija.” Her mom said with a wink.

#tom bennett x oc #tom bennett world on fire #tom bennett x diane shelby #tom bennet x reader #tie your heart to mine #eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #world on fire bbc #peaky blinders au #november writing prompts #ewan mitchell

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writerdream22 · 1 year

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requested by: no one, but I hope you like this anyways 💛🌻✨

pairings: Thomas Shelby x reader, Arthur Shelby x reader (platonic), John Shelby x reader (platonic), etc.

warnings: cursing

a/n: this came out more like a one shot, tbh, but I really liked writing this piece so I got carried away!

feedbacks are always appreciated!

There wasn't any other place like Small Heath. That little yet full of life suburb in Birmingham had something that enthralled you and made you go back each time you were able to get some time off from your job as a writer.

Something. Or rather, someone.

That someone being none other than the second-born of Polly Gray's nephews. Thomas Shelby. You could say that he played a great role in your life; a central role, even.

You fiddled with the ring that you wore on your left hand's index finger and took a deep breath before walking into the Garrison pub. It was nightfall, and the place wasn't as crowded as you remembered it to be.

“May I— oh, Y/n! Didn't recognize ya for a moment!” Henry, the pub's owner, exclaimed, as you stepped closer to the counter. You smiled at the familiar face, then, before you could even formulate the question, the auburn-haired man pointed to the private room that was usually reserved for the Peaky Blinders “They're having a meeting. I suggest you wait here, but I doubt they'll shoo you away”.

You muttered a 'thanks', smiling once again before turning to the door that led to the aforementioned room. You knocked twice, then paused and knocked three times more.

There was a distinguishable chattering coming from the inside, and more than one of the Shelby brothers cursed in annoyance. After a few moments someone asserted that you could come in, and you did so almost immediately.

Fuck. If you'd been able to say that word out loud, you definitely would've.

The first thing you set your eyes on was the bottle of Gin that was on the table, along with a few glasses and cigarettes.

“Y/n.” those words made you raise your head in order to meet the man's eyes. It was Thomas himself who'd spoken, whereas his brothers were speechless. “Thomas.” you responded “Arthur. John. It's a pleasure to see you again”.

Silence reigned in the room, and you fiddled with your ring once again. You were starting to regret going back to Small Heath— maybe, you thought, you could go to Galway instead and find new sources of inspiration there.

“Uhm... I'm writing a new novel” you began “Yeah. That's why I'm here”.

“You're lying” John pointed out, smirking “We all know why you're here, Mrs. Shelby.” “ You and Tommy have some unfinished business, eh?” added Arthur, who was promptly invited to fuck off by his younger brother.

After a few interminable moments of silence, John turned to Thomas and not-so-discreetly asked him whether he and Arthur had to leave the two of you alone. Thomas nodded, and soon after it was only the two of you inside the room. You sat down in front of him, and he softly smiled when he realized that the ring you were wearing was the one he'd gifted you many years prior.

“Mrs. Y/n Shelby... that sounds nice, eh?” Thomas observed, while lighting a cigarette. You nodded in response, and he kept on talking “We should have made the leap, a long time ago”

“Yes, we should've” you replied “But we were too young, Tom. The war— it has changed the both of us. Me, after the serving in the Red Cross. You, after the battle of the Somme. We couldn't take such an important decision when we were about to be sent off to God knows where and didn't know whether we would have come back alive or in a casket”

Thomas took a drag of his cigarette and puffed out the smoke before he spoke.

“Well, now that we're back... What do you say we continue from where we left off?”

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divinekangaroo · 3 months

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either way you take the pill - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Between S4-E4 and S4-E5. A slice of Michael's thoughts during the night after he chooses not to warn Tommy of Luca and Polly's ambush.

Michael was a quick study: brother, son, accountant, obedient child. Only Michael never really knew what Tommy wanted him to be. At least he thinks he knows what's to be done to be a good son.

Michael Gray & Tommy Shelby, Mentions of Mrs Johnson, Mr Johnson, Henry Johnson's Brother, Father Hughes | Resentment, Fear, Disassociation, The Lasting Legacy of Catholicism, Regret, Post-Rationalisation, Symbolism, Dysfunctional Family, Triple Drabble

#my writing #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #michael gray #tommy shelby #i really want to do a matching pair one of this event from polly's POV because...yeah...#a bunch of little fics/sketches have fallen out of doing these xmas 2023 prompts; in casual process of tidying them up #where michael's god complex/positioning of tommy far exceeds anything tommy ever actually did or thought of himself #albeit this was a pretty fucked up setup for all parties involved #michael wants to have/be/be better than #i can never write michael meta so it'll always be ambiguous drabbles

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thepaperpanda · 1 year

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💘FLUFFEMBER🐑 Masterlist

🐼Hiya! 🐼 We are pleased to present you with our Fluffember 2022 Masterlist ♡

Essential information:

♡ the following post will serve as the masterlist for this event and will be updated with the links upon posting

♡ all works are SFW

♡ following the cut, you'll find the full list of the fics written for Fluffember 2022

Picnic [Moon Knight]

Stargazing [Vikings]

Dinner Cooking [The Hobbit]

Bed Sharing [Genshin Impact]

A Helpful Ally [Peaky Blinders]

The Emotional Reunion [Harry Potter]

A Little Nervous [Moon Knight]

Bad Hair Day [Genshin Impact]

A Rainy Night [Don't Worry Darling]

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hb-writes · 5 months

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A Good Scare

Summary: It’s 1926 in the Little Lady Blinder universe. Tommy and Clara have recently come to an agreement regarding her comings and goings at Arrow House. Turns out their understandings on the subject are a bit different. Turns out their understanding of one another is a bit different these days, too.

Prompt: "It’s Halloween. Everybody’s entitled to one good scare.”

Characters: Tommy Shelby & Clara Shelby

Warnings: It's a tad bit angsty, Between S3/4 vibes.

The lights in the halls of Arrow House lay extinguished, put out hours ago when Tommy arrived home and sent Frances off to bed before losing himself in a pile of overdue paperwork. The house had been silent during the hours he passed in his office, an eerie sort of quiet Tommy had become all too familiar with over the years. It was nearly a part of himself now.

Just like this time of night was a part of him—late enough that it was nearly morning.

It seemed like he'd only just left London. Only just arrived home, but it was hours ago that he had shrugged out of his jacket. Hours ago that he had dragged himself up the stairs to confirm that his son and his sister were fast asleep, some part of him needing to lay eyes on their sleeping forms, to see them, since he hadn’t made it home for dinner.

Tommy had half-expected Clara to still be awake, half-expected his homecoming would consist of an earful from her for his lateness, but when he pushed open the door, darkness had greeted him. Clara had been as still and quiet as her nephew in his own bed a few rooms down.

Relief and grief warred in him at that, some part of him recognizing that Clara's silence, her overwhelming lack of complaint at his absence, spoke louder than any argument between them ever had.

But she was safe. She was home, just as he'd asked. And that was something that gave Tommy a bit of peace. He retreated to his office without lingering too long, knowing it was no use to seek out his own bed. Tommy needed rest after a long week in London, but he wouldn’t sleep tonight. He knew that sleep was out of his reach, even as his vision nearly blurred as he looked to the papers in front of him.

Tommy set down the stack of documents, removing his glasses and rubbing at his eyes as he leaned into the arm of his chair. He extended his free hand, reaching out for the near-empty whiskey glass, pulling it to him with a finger hooked in the rim.

The scent of the whiskey wafted as the liquid swirled and Tommy stilled, the glass mere inches from his lips as his ears tuned in on something that prickled the hairs on the back of his neck.

He glanced towards the windows, his own reflection gleaming back at him. The yard was dark, but someone was approaching, the scuffle of gravel somehow reaching his ears.

Tommy stood from his chair before he had time to consider who precisely would be approaching his house at this time of night, who would dare approach his door, walking right the front steps.

There hadn’t been any lights shining on the drive, no warning of a car's approach.

Tommy pulled a handgun from his drawer, checking for bullets as he crossed the room and stepped out into the dark hallway. Step after step, Tommy felt the pump of his heart in every part of him, each beat sounding in his ears as he moved through his house, his eyes adjusting to the dark.

His whole body strained with the effort of listening for some sort of clue, some indication as to who awaited him on the other side of the door, his muscles taut as he pulled his eyes from his path just long enough to ensure the stairs were clear—neither the kids nor the help had heard anything. They were all still safely tucked in their beds.

Better that way, Tommy thought, better that the only person at risk here was him.

Well, him, and whoever the hell was on the other side of that door.

Tommy inched nearer, his gun cocked and ready, his hand extending towards the handle he rarely had reason to open for himself anymore even though he was still a few steps away.

When was the last time Tommy greeted a guest at his front door? The last time he admitted somehow to Arrow House?

Tommy batted away the useless questions that floated into his mind.

He wouldn't likely be ending the streak. He wouldn't be admitting whoever had come to call on him now. Tommy imagined, if anything, he’d be calling pubs, looking for Johnny before the night was through, employing him to get rid of the body. To take it out in the woods somewhere and burn it. To get it away from the house, from the kids…

The door clicked before Tommy could clasp his down over the handle and a cool breeze blasted at him through the small crack in the door.

“Fucking hell,” Tommy groaned as the door was pulled open a bit further, the light above the doorway casting a light glow over the intruder.

Heart painfully thrashing against the confines of his ribcage, Tommy stashed his gun away in his waistband.

Clara squeezed through the open door. “Tommy...Hi," she said as she took a few steps beyond where her brother stood, turning to watch as he shut and latched the door, the sound echoing through the hollow halls.

Even in the dark, Clara could tell he wasn't impressed. Clara flinched at the sound, at the tightness evident in her brother's form. She hadn't expected him to be awake, hadn't expected her quiet approach would alert anyone, let alone him, but Clara should have known better. Tommy was awake this time of night more often than he was not, and even if he'd been asleep, it was a rare thing for Clara to get anything past him.

Tommy stared at her. "Hi?" he asked, the word halfway to a pant as Tommy willed his body to calm, to recognize there was no threat. Just his pain in the ass little sister. He shook his head as he stripped his gaze from her to pull a cigarette and his lighter from his pocket.

Clara shifted on her feet, her toes and heels burning in the high heels she'd planned on slipping off the moment she was through the door.

"That's all you have to say to me after breaking into the house at this time of night?"

Clara didn't have a snappy response ready for him. She was still basking in a bit of the glow of alcohol, her fuzzy mind desperately clinging to it even as Tommy's countenance worked to leech it from her. But even if she had the words, Clara would not have had enough time to get them in before Tommy continued on, speaking around the cigarette he rolled against his lips.

"You sneak out of my house and—"

"If I remember correctly..." Clara interrupted. Tommy's words were like a lash, sharpening her focus as she slipped out of the infernal shoes. "I am allowed to come and go as I please."

Tommy avoided her eye contact for the time being, letting the words hang between them as he lit the cigarette and stashed the lighter away in his pocket.

Clara's words were technically the truth. Technically, it was a sound objection, but there were stipulations, of course. A laundry list of things Clara had agreed to do in order to ensure that Tommy allowed her to spend more of her time at their childhood home in Birmingham, to come and go through the doors of his home as she pleased, but at the simplest, most basic assessment, that had been their agreement. And yet, despite Clara's cool conviction, some part of her was certain that her sneaking out of bed and then coming home in the small hours of the night wasn't what Tommy had in mind when he afforded her a bit of slack.

Even if it was a Friday.

Even if it was Halloween.

Clara knew she was pushing it, straining against the boundaries he settled her within. She'd known it when she tiptoed down the back staircase hours before. She knew it as she passed a few hours at the Garrison, drinking more than she intended and she knew it as she made the long walk down the drive on her own.

But it wasn't as though Tommy had been meeting Clara's expectations either. After all, he had ordered her home for the weekend and hadn’t even deigned to arrive for dinner her and Charlie...

"We both agreed, Tommy," Clara added when the silence between them became too stifling.

"Come and go as you please..." Tommy mused. He hummed to hide his smirk. "Was that our agreement?" he asked, taking a long drag off the cigarette before removing it from his mouth and directing it at her. “Seems to me there was a bit more to it, eh, my girl?”

Clara scoffed though that was certainly true. There was an overwhelming bit of more that came along with it. More about who with and where she was allowed to go. Stipulations about her responsibilities—about work and school and spending time with her nephew. Though he'd given her more room, Clara thought she might drown in the conditions.

“I was with Finn and Isiah on the lane,” she allowed, a small offering before her tone grew sharp. “And I'm back now so what does it matter?"

Part of Tommy was inclined to accept she was right—it probably didn't matter. It probably wasn't worth the fight. Not at this time of night. Not when he was this tired and Clara was apparently feeling a bit brazen, emboldened by whatever she'd imbibed with the boys and the layer of Birmingham mud slathered on the London-made heels she'd probably taken from Ada's closet.

No, it probably wasn't worth it. Not when Clara was home and she was safe. Things Tommy was glad for. He was glad to know that she'd just blowing off a bit of steam with Finn and Isiah, too—company he generally approved of—even if the idiots had been stupid enough to drop her alone at the end of the drive rather than bringing her home properly. It had probably been Clara's idea, her insistence, but the boys knew better, something he'd contend with later.

Clara looked away from him, towards the stairs, and he cleared his throat, pulling her gaze back to him.

“If I’d known you planned to be out all hours of the night, I—“

"You what, Tommy?" Clara snorted. "You’d tell me no?” Clara tugged the scarf from around her throat. “Do you even care that I was gone or are you just scared you're no longer in control?"

Tommy didn't rise to the taunt, simply watching as Clara began the business of unbuttoning and shrugging out of her jacket.

Clara turned from him to set her coat on the bench. "Why don't you lighten up, Tommy? It's Halloween, after all." Clara kept her back to him, slowly folding her scarf and settling it atop her coat as she continued. "Everybody’s entitled to one good scare."

Clara finally turned back to her brother in the wake of her words, making an effort to meet his eyes.

"You looked scared..." she said, her voice growing less steady and a bit quieter as Tommy continued to gaze at her, daring her to continue. "When I opened the door, you..."

Tommy snorted at the girl's show, at her dwindling words, declining to confirm or deny or admonish her words, simply dismissing them instead.

There was a time when Tommy might have been vulnerable enough with his sister to tell her the truth, at least a sliver of it. There was a time when he might have called her to task for the naive indifference she now showed him, too.

But he wouldn't do either of those things now, some part of Tommy barely able to recognize the girl stood in front of him as the same girl he'd once shared a certain confidence with. Not anymore.

And while Tommy wasn't particularly afraid of intruders in the night or relinquishing a small bit of control over where Clara Shelby passed her time, there were other things in the world that scared him, things he didn't speak about.

Things like the fact that his sister barely spoke to him anymore, seemingly tied to him through nothing more than a bit of duty and obligation.

Or the fact that when Clara came through the door, Tommy’s gun had been trained to shoot, to kill, the smooth metal in his hand unaware and unconcerned that it was his sister who stood on the threshold, there in the balance...

Clara had been right in her assessment. Tommy had looked scared. He'd been terrified out of his fucking mind, but she had read him wrong, blinded by her own anger and the buzz thrumming through her because Tommy hadn't feared an intruder. He hadn't feared loss of control, but Tommy certainly feared loss. The loss of what had once been easy between them, and fact that he could've lost her for good had he not stilled his finger as she came through the door.

Tommy's unease was still a harsh echo in his blood as he shook his head, the shuffling of Clara's bare feet alerting him that the silence between them had dragged on a bit long, her call to a fight cooling, shifting to concern as she watched him, the burning cigarette in his had nearly forgotten.

Tommy glanced to Clara's face, and seeing the sudden concern there, he cleared his face of emotion, bidding her good night as he stepped away, leaving Clara alone in the dark hallway as Tommy headed back to his office, where he could be alone with his thoughts, alone with the things that scared him.

Lingering by the front door, Clara was left sifting through a few unvoiced fears of her own.

Little Lady Blinder (Peaky Blinders) Masterlist

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby #clara shelby #little lady blinder #halloween prompts 2023

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 months

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January 2024 Music Prompts - Spotify Wrapped edition

♪ Hello again! Yes, I'm finally back, at last. Let's start new year with something great: music prompts ♪🎵🎶

♪ Since getting your Spotify Wrapped is such a huge event every year (at least for me, who listens to the same 5 artists and even tho I still get surprised, lol), I decided to surprise you with a little prompt event.

♪ I've chosen 15 songs from my 2023 Wrapped playlist and a lyric (or few) for each one of them that just has THE vibe (y'know):

1. Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin I'm prayin' at your altar if you know what I mean.

2. Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me/What you'd do to me tonight.

3. Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

4. Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys Tell me something I don’t already know/Like how'd you get your kisses to fill me with electricity?

5. Francesca ♫ Hozier Though I know my heart would break/I'd tell them, "Put me back in it".

6. Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin I'm gonna show you how this Italian amor/It's gonna love you harder than ever before/You will like it.

7. Don't Blame Me ♫ Taylor Swift I would fall from grace/Just to touch your face.

8. For Your Love ♫ Måneskin I wanna be the first man you look at tonight/I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild.

9. Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon/The more I drift, the closer I get to you.

10. Mammamia ♫ Måneskin They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano.

11. Nobody ♫ Hozier I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint/I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave/But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love.

12. I Can See You ♫ Taylor Swift But what would you do if I went to touch you now?/What would you do if they never found us out?/What would you do if we never made a sound?

13. Baby Said ♫ Måneskin Baby said, "Let me taste your silhouette/You can talk between my legs"/Uh-uh, uh, uh, know you really want to.

14. Cuff It ♫ Beyonce I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you?

15. I Wanna Be Your Dog ♫ John McCrea So messed up, I want you here/In my room, I want you here/Now we're gonna be face-to-face/And I'll lay right down in my favorite place.

♪ You can now start making request for the following list of characters:

1. Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies:

John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise,

Constantine & the movie,

Johnny Utah & Point Break,

Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula,

Neo & The Matrix,

dr Julian Mercer,

Jack Traven & Speed;

2. Riccardo Scamarcio along with:

Santino D’Antonio;

3. Andrew Hozier Byrne;

4. Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies:

Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak,

Loki & Avengers/Thor,

Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive,

dr Robert Laing & High Rise,

Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager;

5. Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies:

Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher,

Walter Marshall & Nomis,

Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle,

Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E.,

August Walker & MI: Fallout,

6. Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies:

Eric Northman & True Blood,

Leo Beiler & Mute,

Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl,

sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill,

7. Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters:

Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby,

Alfie Solomons,

8. Supernatural franchise along with the following characters:

Dean Winchester,

Sam Winchester,

9. The X Files franchise along with the following characters:

Dana Scully,

Fox Mulder,

10. Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies:

Jack Bauer & 24,

president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor,

David & The Lost Boys.

Please send in a number with the song/lyric you fancy + a character from those listed above, first come - first serve, as always.

If there are any questions don’t be afraid to ask them, I’m always all ears for y’all!

♪ LET'S CELEBRATE THE BEGINNING OF 2024 ✨

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scorpiussage · 1 year

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HOW TO PLAY: Send in a request with a character + a bingo spot and I’ll write a short oneshot!

Character Options:

Most of these will be 18+ so be warned!

#batman nolanverse #johnathan crane #jackson rippner #red eye movie #prompt bingo #request bingo #baddie bingo #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #alfie solomons

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ganseybois · 2 years

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now that you mentioned it... tommy crying while or after alfie fucks him

here you go! i hope you like it :)

Sex was a very complicated thing for Tommy Shelby.

Now that he was in a very serious relationship with Alfie Solomons, those complications had become only more pronounced because of the very intense sex that they had.

Tommy liked sex, in fact, he loved it, it was just that his trauma mixed in with his current emotions mixed in with the strange painandpleasure painandpleasure that Alfie enjoyed had Tommy feeling all sorts of things.

He was still reeling from the painful bite mark that Alfie had left on his shoulder, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Alfie had angled himself in a way that hit Tommy's most sensitive spot over and over and over again. He was trying to gain some kind of balance, trying to find his footing with his heels, scratching his way down Alfie's back, trying to kiss his shoulder, but he couldn't manage any of it. Alfie's ruthless (and welcomed) thrusting left him feeling empty-headed, leaving his body feeling like honey. How was he supposed to feel anything else but pure bliss?

It was when Alfie bit him again that Tommy let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and three fat tears fell from his eyes.

Alfie noticed immediately (he noticed everything Tommy did) and slowed his thrusts, making Tommy panic.

"What are you doing?" he snapped, blinking. A few more tears fell as he did.

Alfie frowned at him. "Am I hurting you?"

"What? No. Get on with it."

"Get on...mate, you're fucking crying."

Tommy hurriedly wiped his tears, trying to find a way to exclude his normal detachment and confidence while his lover was deep inside him. Quite a difficult mission to accomplish.

"It's fine, Alfie."

"Tommy, mate--"

Tommy grabbed Alfie's face and smashed their lips together. He was feeling very unlike himself, full of chaos and intense need. Alfie made him feel like a completely different person.

"It's fine," Tommy whispered against his lips. "It's good crying."

Alfie grinned as he pulled back. "Right, I am just that good of a lover yeah? That I move the great Tommy Shelby to tears?"

"Something like that." Tommy rolled his eyes and smacked Alfie's chest. "You can fucking get off me, if you're going to be an arrogant prick about it."

"Well," Alfie murmured, rolling his hips. He kissed a quick tear that slipped from Tommy's eye, "thing is mate, yeah, I don't think you want me to move."

"God," Tommy breathed, his eyes fluttering shut. The warm slide of Alfie moving in and out of him would never get old.

"He can't help you now mate."

Just to shut him up and spur him on, Tommy pulled Alfie in for another kiss, a few tears from his pleasure mixing in with their kiss.

#prompt #tommyalfie #sholomons #peaky blinders #tommy x alfie #ask

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