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nsfw-kill-me-now · 2 years

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Blood

Instead of Bonnie dying on the cross, the Billy Boys decide to have some fun with the young Gold's future wife. They beat her, have their way with her until she's bloody and unconscious, shoot her in the chest, and tie her to the cross. By some miracle, if you could call it that, the girl survived, but she'll never be the same.

THIS FIC IS VERY MUCH INCOMPLETE. I DON'T KNOW WHEN I'LL FINISH IT, OR IF I WILL. I WILL TAKE CRITICISM BUT KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS MY FIRST FIC EVER POSTED.

Warnings: fem!reader, heavy angst, allusions to rape, blood (mentioned), miscarriage, paralysis, likely inaccurate depictions of a Birmingham-based hospital in the 1920s, abortion themes, childhood abuse (mentioned), verbal abuse (mentioned), MASSIVE TRIGGERS ALTOGETHER

While there are absolutely no religious themes or allusions in this fic, I did partially base this on my own experience being raised Catholic (tho not in an ideal, "good" Catholic household if that makes sense), as well as events that have happened in my extended family, including but not limited to: mental/verbal child abuse, rape, disability, and miscarriage.

Let me know what you think in the comments!

"Was it a girl? A boy?"

A pause. "A girl."

"I want to hold her."

A gasp. "No."

"Give her to me."

"I-I'm sorry, th-the fetus has already been--"

"DON'T CALL HER THAT!" I roared, attempting to lung at the poor nurse, but my legs were numb. The girl leaped away, her eyes wide with terror. I wanted to blind her. "SHE'S A BABY! SHE NEEDS HER MOTHER! GIVE HER TO ME! GIVE HER BACK! GIVE HER--"

Arms wrap around my shoulders and I screamed. Back in the forest, the Billy Boys' chanting rang in my ears as their hands groped my body. One of them sliced the front of my dress, cutting flesh down to the stomach. Another squeezed my breasts. Someone slammed his boot into my gut. I couldn't even cry out with a hand covering my mouth. In the hospital, nurses and doctors surrounded me, then I returned once again to the forest. Memory and reality blurred into one. I struggled against the arms wrapped around my midsection, only vaguely processing that I couldn't kick my legs, try as I may. Hot tears spilled from my eyes in the struggle, screaming and scratching the unwelcome touch of my captors. There were no words, only rage and fear and a desire to not be touched. The telltale BANG of a gunshot echoed in the country air. My abdomen felt sticky and warm. Vaguely, I register a cloth covering my mouth, it's sickly-sweet scent all too familiar. My world, hazy and warped, once more fades into darkness.

The next time I woke up, the room was different. A heavy door, white brick walls, and a single window with light streaming through. I went to shield my eyes, but my arms were too heavy. I couldn't even muster out a word, only what could be called a grunt.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

"I can't, Bonnie. I can't get up."

A pause. "Why?" His voice was so small.

I sighed, and looked up to him with sad, tired eyes. "I can't feel my legs."

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"I..." My breath hitched. "I... didn't want a baby." I stared at the wall. I couldn't look at her. I didn't want to see her eyes. "I could never be...a good mother. H-How could I? Didn't exactly have the best example."

I paused. "Sh-she'd always held it over my head. 'I could'a 'ad ya killed,' she'd say. 'Should'a let the doc cut ya into pieces an' be done wi' ya,' she'd shout. Like my life was an inconvenience, e-even before my first breath. My own fuckin' mother. And I'll have been just like 'er, wouldn't I?

"B-But.. I still wanted my-- I still wanted her to... have a chance. Bonnie's a good man, and she would have known her father to be a good man. He didn't force me, and I think he knew I didn't want... but I knew he really wanted to be. I tried for him. A-And I get why other people would just get rid of it, there are serious reasons to, but... but I never saw this child as an "it." She was there. She was moving... dancing, even. She was alive. How could I take that away? Even now, I don't understand how anyone believes they have the right to do something like that, even if the m-mum would d-die otherwise. And God, I'm a fuckin' terrible person for saying that, aren't I?" I paused, breath hitching, then continued. "But to me, I'd have killed her. I-I didn't want a kid, but I wanted her to live."

I saw Ada's shoes approach my chair, and she surprised me by wiping my cheeks. When had I started to cry? She gingerly turned my face towards hers, stood back an inch, and opened her arms.

Another pause.

A sob ruptured from my throat. I lunged into her bosom, clung to her satin dress, and cried.

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leenieweenie12 · 30 days

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You’re chasing the ghost of a good thing

Haunting yourself as the real thing is getting away from you again

While you’re chasing ghosts

Peaky Blinders, S5E1

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #grace shelby #tommy x grace #peaky blinders season 5 #still on my emo shit #dashboard confessional

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theshelbyladiesclub · 1 year

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HEY BITCHES LOOK WHOS BACK

#it’s me sofa #peaky blinders #sofascreams #pbs5 #peaky blinders season 5

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fallingforfictionalmen · 2 years

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i KNOW michael gray is not trying to get tommy to give the company to him

michael may be smart and he may have the americans, but he doesn’t have the experience or expertise tommy has

i mean, mans just lost millions of dollars and he expects tommy to just hand over the company????

“natural succession” michael you are not next in line hate to break it to you. the company would go to lizzie before you

also gina is a bad ass and she is wearing the pants in this relationship

#watching: peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #peaky blinders #michael gray #tommy shelby #gina gray #peaky blinders season 5

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userttpd · 2 years

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"For the champagne and brandy you bought me. As I recall, it was the booze that put you to sleep a little prematurely."

#peaky blinders #peakyblindersedit #peakywomen #lizzie stark #lizzie shelby #tvedit #cinematv #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #perioddramagif #natasha o'keeffe #peaky blinders season 5 #always serving looks!#my gifs

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theebeekeeper · 2 years

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Ultima temporada de Peaky Blinders

Ultima temporada de Peaky Blinders vem para desvendar o destino da tia Polly. Além de mostrar quando o show se despede de Helen McCrory. ALERTA DE SPOILER: Este post contém detalhes sobre a 6ª temporada de Peaky Blinders. Por mais que não pareça, já se passaram 889 dias desde que a BBC One exibiu o final da 5ª temporada da saga dos gangsters Peaky Blinders. Com a expectativa em alta, o primeiro…

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justins-foley · 23 days

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Lmao I’m watching 5x2 of Peaky Blinders and it’s the scene where Lizzie and Tommy are talking about the letter she wrote him and he says he burned it after reading it. And then he says “didn’t help that you can’t fucking spell”

He said it so casually when really, it’s such an asshole thing to say to her face lmao. Tommy Shelby is unintentionally funny, I had to pause because I couldn’t stop laughing. The things that he says sometimes - while keeping a straight face the whole time 😂😂 He would’ve never talked to Grace like that. Lizzie is so pissed at him yet he says that, and then he says “do you wanna fuck?” Lmao it’s such a sad situation but I find him too funny

#peaky blinders #Peaky blinders season 5

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sparksetfire · 2 months

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any other peaky blinders giffers out there just despise season 5 like they put something in that season that makes everything low quality and grainy and dark and annoying and they did it to spite me personally. anthony byrne when i fucking get you

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders gifs #peaky blinders season 5 #is this just a skill issue

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hacked-wtsdz · 10 months

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First three frames, this is it, this is the scene of peaky blinders. Most episode ever.

#season 3 drives me insane every time I watch it #I love season 5 for the symbolism but nothing will top this one imho #maybe the film tho idk #back on my pb shit #the sapphire #peaky blinders #grace Shelby #tommy shelby #steven knight

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moral-terpitude · 1 year

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Hello!! I’d love to read what you come up with for the prompt: “You promised..." with Tommy! I believe it was #12 or 13 on the angst list :)

Anon, thank you for sending in this request! I enjoyed writing this all too much!

“You promised…” your words faltered as you sank down in the chair opposite Tommy on the other side of his desk, pulling your robe tighter around yourself as an impossible chill wracked through your spine, your hand coming to rest on your stomach impulsively to feel the small kick there in response.

It was late. You had went to bed once already with a knot in your stomach about what you had found earlier, tucked away in a book in the shelf in his office, just like any other.

Letters. Pressed between the pages and stuffed away, forgotten with time.

It was no mystery to anyone, you knew before you had been courted by him, that Tommy Shelby was no bluenose. Whores. Drugs. None of them were unfamiliar to him.

You had been optimistic. He had told you he only had eyes for you, and while not a lie (you believed him when he said there had been no one else, truly, and possibly unfortunately), you felt a sickening twist in your stomach as you stared at the photograph in your hand, flicking at the crinkled corner that told you it had been looked at occasionally, pulled from its hiding spot when doubt became a weight heavy on your husbands mind.

The portrait of a little girl, with dark hair, and who without a doubt would have the same bright blue eyes as her father staring back at you if it were in color, sat with a stuffed bear in her lap.

The same Steiff ones that could be found in Germany, where Tommy had went some years ago for business.

You clenched the letters tighter in your hand, a fear coming over you that he would take them from you, the only proof you had, other than the photo, of the child being his.

The only proof that you weren’t crazy. Weren’t crazy despite the number of time you had asked him to just be honest and tell you the truth, a truth that you knew deep down in your gut existed somewhere out there.

He had bought the woman a house. Paid her money from the company every week so that her and his bastard child weren’t for want.

“That’s the awful thing about a promise,” he spoke, not looking up from the papers he was marking up, as if the whole situation was another business meeting not worth his time, “it makes the lie hurt even more than the truth when it’s broken.”

Send me a request from THIS prompt list, and I’ll write some lines to go with it!

#tommy Shelby X reader #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby angst #self insert #peaky blinders fanfic #season 5 asshole Tommy Shelby #😂

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teenwolf-theoriginals · 2 years

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tommy shelby + licking his lips

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #cillian murphy #season 4 #season 5 #gifs #edit #mine

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milkywaybottles · 2 years

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The Way Things Were | Tommy Shelby x Reader

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A/N: I have decided to start putting pictures at the top of these posts again to help set the scene! I have also changed the timeline just a smidge so that the family finds out Grace betrayed them sooner (roughly a day sooner) to make the plot run smoother xx

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Chapter 10: You’re a fool, Tommy Shelby.

Word Count: 2.2k

It had been the loveliest day for a walk, and on your lunch break, you had posed the idea to Finn to get a breath of fresh air. Being a giddy young boy, he jumped at the idea, leaving you rather pleased with yourself as you both stepped out of the shop. A gust of cool air swept past you both, lifting your hair into the air as Finn let out a boyish laugh. A blush rose to the tip of your nose and ears.

"Hey!" you called playfully, watching as his hair was swept over his wide eyes. Already, you felt your mood lighten from the dreary and smoke-ridden atmosphere of the shop. The boy trodded alongside you, occasionally kicking up small pebbles with his shoes.

With no clear location in mind, you continuously walked until coming across a clearing that housed a garden. Finn had leapt towards the moulded concrete architecture in the centre of the hedges, which had been shaped as a circle. He planted his bottom on the seat and began to kick his legs before jumping off just as quickly as he had sat down. You stared at the boy curiously,

"What was that for?"

"Bored" he stated in a matter-of-a-fact way, "Besides, I'd rather explore"

You couldn't argue with that but reminded yourself you were his caretaker, and that you would be devastated if anything were to happen to him, "You can have five minutes to go run around, but don't go too far, eh? Gotta come back in one piece". He nodded instantly, taking off down a passage lined with roses and disappearing like an ant in the distance. Sighing, you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your coat and rested your weight onto one foot.

Perhaps the sun had decided to retreat behind the clouds, but you shivered, feeling a chill in your bones. Leaves gathered at your feet, fluttering like a butterfly in the breeze. You licked your lips, running your tongue over every stinging crack as you stared out into the garden.

You could never paint yourself as a particularly jealous person, but again, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something terribly wrong with Grace. She was too perfect for your liking. Every single woman you knew was strong and independent to some extent, flawed beyond belief, but filled with so many likable characteristics. But instead, when presented with Grace, your face always turned into a scowl. The woman had no fibre of being, no outstanding personality traits other than being 'Thomas Shelby's personal slave', which irked you to no end.

You had known her for a while now and she had not revealed a single part of herself, which she would have done by now if she wasn't intentionally withholding information.

Safe to say, you were either extremely jealous of her encroaching on and threatening your relationship with Tommy, or suspicious, or both. And you were mature enough to admit that perhaps you were jealous that your best friend had been snatched out from under you.

You would ask him time after time, "Do you want to stay for dinner after work? Polly's cooking" or something along the lines which involved him spending time with you, always to be met with the same reaction; that he was busy, or that he was going for a drink at the Garrison. You knew all too well what that meant, and eventually, you just stopped bothering altogether.

You were drawn from your deep and swirling thoughts at the sound of breathless laughter, eyes drawn to Finn nearing you. At the sight of his broad smile, you couldn't help but simper as you placed a supporting hand on his dark, cotton jacket and readjusted his cap.

"Better be gettin' back before anyone notices we're gone" you concluded, preparing for protest. But Finn only nodded understandably.

That was when you saw it.

At first, your mind couldn't comprehend the sheer familiarity of the figures, blinking back your surprise. Your jaw hung on the floor as your eyes focused on two people talking at the seating, where just moments ago, you and Finn stood. The shorter one, blonde hair pooling at the sides of her head, was wearing a dark jacket, a blue knitted scarf and a floral sapphire-coloured hat. The other person's head was adorned with a bowl hat, covered entirely in a black coat and wearing leather gloves.

Grace and Inspector Campbell.

Together.

Talking, with his hand on the small of her back.

Part of you wanted to scream with joy, to approach her and laugh, pointing as you shouted to the heavens that you knew it. But the other part of you burned with anger, your veins boiling hot as your hands clenched onto Finn's shoulder. "Ow!" he exclaimed, pulling away from you like he had touched a hot iron. Your attention snapped to the boy, face softening sympathetically,

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it"

His hand found his shoulder and began to rub circles on it.

You needed to tell someone fast.

Your eyes flickered to the sky, clear as day, painted with pillowy clouds.

Grumbling, you turned to the youngest Shelby, "It looks like it's going to rain" and broke out into a fast pace in the opposite direction. Finn was still for a second as his brain processed the lie he had been fed, then gazed at the sky with a raised lip and scrunched nose.

"Huh?" to be met with no response. Determining it was better to follow you than be left alone and to ask questions, the boy trailed quickly behind you. During the trip back to the store, Finn stumbled over your feet multiple times in an attempt to keep up with you, causing your toes to sting with numbing hot pain.

This didn't bother you as it was the last thing on your mind while you bumbled into the store, exhausted child at your side. Scanning for any sight of a family member, you were left unsuccessful. Frowning, you looked again and only saw workers. "Please go find your brother for me, eh?" you told Finn rather softly, contrary to your previously abrasive behaviour. As he sprinted down the hall, your thoughts wandered.

If Grace was really feeding information to the inspector...

You shuddered at the implications.

It didn't help in the slightest that today was race day, and the shop was filled to the brim once again with eager, greedy customers. There was not a single patch of open space, leather oxford shoes packed together, followed by their owners.

"Lovelock!" you burst, catching sight of the tall man making his way across to one of the main tables, "Where's Tom?"

In the pure chaos, Lovelock was unable to answer before Polly found her way through the door, eyes landing on you. She appeared to shout something, but alas you couldn't make it out, even in your desperation, from the mess of voices. As she approached, your hands pulled on each other with anxiety until she was by your side.

“What’s he done now?” She questioned, running a bony hand through her salt and pepper hair. You were wordless, her scrutinising gaze upon you. “Right... I haven’t seen him, love. Last time I saw him, about an hour ago, was at the Garrison with…”.

Her hesitation was enough to turn you bitter.

And what made it worse, the heart shattering detail of it all, was that she had the nerve to walk back into the Garrison after that meeting, and put back on her pretty face.

Your teeth clenched, apprehensive about telling the matron. You had no idea the extent of her knowledge of the situation, and if you were wrong, you would lose all the trust placed in you by Polly, by the family, but most importantly, Tommy, for incriminating a woman he clearly held affection for.

Luckily, she didn't seem to want to ask, and you decided to take the problem directly to Thomas. You weren't going to risk anything until you were certain she was a backstabber.

Night had come and gone, and yet the rain, which you had foretold, had been relentless. It battered against the roof, echoing throughout your whole apartment as you tossed and turned in your humid and sticky bedsheets. By morning, the outside road had been saturated and was more akin to a river. All of the gutters were spilling and splattering like miniature waterfalls.

John had dropped by in the early hours of the morning to slide a piece of, now-saturated, paper under the door. With ink dripping, it read,

“Dear (Y/N), no need to come into work today. Pol said you were feeling under the weather and we don’t blame you

Feel better soon,

John”

For all the grief she gave you, you loved that woman to death.

For the rest of the day, you were left alone with a tall pile of clothing that needed to be mended and your thoughts. Shame lingered above you like a storm cloud for not speaking up about about your suspicions, but you were truly left with no choice. You promised yourself then when the time presented itself, you would tell one of the Shelby brothers. Though, you couldn’t jump to rash conclusions either.

You were stuck.

The day had transformed into night once again, but you barely noticed as time ticked on. The only indication you were given was the foreboding hourly chime of the clock. The downpour had slowed to a gentle patter and you felt yourself drifting off, a sewing needle wedged between your thumb and pointer finger.

Two thuds, one proceeded by another, caused you to leap from your sofa in surprise. A glance at your hand watch indicated that it was too late for any proper visitor. Your lips pressed together in a thin line

“(Y/N)!”

You rushed to the entryway with a newfound speed at the voice. There was not a single ounce of hesitation as you peeled back the door to meet his face.

This was your chance, and all your anxieties about who could have been at the door were squashed.

“You couldn’t have used the key?” You mused, staring at the man up and down. His coat was dripping, water sliding off it and into the mud. His face had even been dusted in the mist, hair splayed in strands across his forehead. Yet there was something charmingly ruggish about his appearance.

“Didn’t want to scare ya’” he responded, slipping one foot in the door. You stepped backwards towards the safety of your house to provide space.

“Thomas Shelby, scare me?”. With a hand to your chest, you grinned at your friend, only to be met with a frown. Clearing your throat, you directed your hand towards the doorway, “Interesting night for a visit. Is there something bothering you?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Polly said you were asking for me”. As he spoke, his head tilted towards one side, the light skimming over his neck. Your stomach dropped at the sight of a ‘bruise’, your eyes darkened, flickering away and hands crossing over your torso.

Fuck, your job had just become much harder.

Emotions began to course through you, prompting you to bite back your tongue in regret. You weren't sure why the wound stung, but the feeling you were losing your best friend overcame you.

"I..." you coughed, finding it best just to blurt it, "I saw Grace talking to Inspector Campbell in a very involved manner yesterday"

He blinked, and blinked again, letting out a cocky laugh, “I knew you were jealous, but really, (Y/N/N)? That’s impossible, she was with me the whole day”. His lip curled, waiting for your response. Hands finding their way to the pockets of his coat.

You rolled your lip in between your teeth, “I know you were, but she was at the park with him too. You think I’m lying to you?”

“I think you’re jealous”

Your fists were bawled, beginning to feel the effects of the burning anger within your throat, “So what if I am? You’re just going to believe her over me? You would rather risk your relationship with me and your business as a whole over some pretty little barmaid that popped up coincidentally at the same time that Campbell’s investigation began?”

His hand inched towards the doorknob once again, instinctively reaching for the exit. It was clear that he didn’t want to do either of those things, but didn’t want to admit you were right. “I don’t want to waste my time having this conversation, love”. Despite the usual affection in his tone, the pet name was dripping with mockery, sarcasm and malice. Your stomach lurched as the door was thrown back, letting in a sharp draft of wind.

The rain was picking up, the wild winds sweeping swelling storm clouds in your direction. Without another word, Tommy began to advance into the saturated street, the faint light of the outside lamp casting a glow on his face. You shook your head, refusing to let him go,

“Tommy!”

His head snapped back.

“She’s playing you and you know it… You’re a fool, Tommy Shelby”. His head readjusted back onto the cobbled road. Doing his best to block out the venom of your words, he turned and disappeared down the corner of the street, leaving you alone in the chilly doorway of your apartment.

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#the peaky blinders #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x you #female reader #she/her #cillian murphy #season 1 episode 5

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