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zodiyack · 4 years

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Peaky JR Boys On Your Birthday Would Include...

Included: Finn Shelby, Isiah Jesus, Bonnie Gold

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, alcohol

Note: Happy Birthday to @peakysputain!! Hope you like these! I’m working on your fic currently!

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Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @simonsbluee, @peakysputain

Finn Shelby

Finn will most likely sleep in, cuddling into you, if he’s not woken up by Polly or Ada

If they do wake him, they’ll demand he makes you breakfast or at least brings you the breakfast they made and takes credit for it.

he does so

no one argues with an angry Polly

when he goes to wake you up, he thinks back, not really wanting to interrupt your peaceful resting

but the smell of food gets to you

“Y/n? You’re up? Oh um- Happy birthday, I made this for you.”

His brothers are snickering outside of the room and you can’t change my mind.

He refuses to let you do anything yourself, that is, unless you make him bugger off

“Finn. I can feed myself.” ”Oh-”

tries super hard because he’s babey behind his ShelbyBrother™ exterior

all he wants is for you to have a good day.

he brings you to your favorite bar, making sure the drink is on the house with a simple tilt of his cap

“She’ll have whatever she wants. Free of charge, right?”

*fidgets with the cap if anyone does so much as looks at you funny*

Really he’s just nervous they’ll tell him no

is always wondering how much you’re enjoying your day, but is too shy *cough stubborn cough* to ask

by the end of the day, he’ll have taken you to drink tea and eat cake (or cakes cause we all know you two’re gonna eat as much sugar as you can before Polly stops you) and has a final surprise for you

“Close your eyes” shut your mouth, dream a dream and get us out, dream dream dream dream dream dream

sorry

he brings you to the store with the dress you’ve been eyeing for a while, something neither Polly or Ada had to help him out with

You wear it to dinner and the family surprises you with presents before Polly asks the question that’s been on her mind for a while

“Oh by the way, how much cake did you have while you were out?”

cue you and Finn falling out of your chairs and scrambling to his room

giggling and cuddling before sleeping

he may or may not have done other stuff, but that’s up to you 👀👀

Isiah Jesus

Isiah’s a sweetheart. Trust me.

He works with his father to tell people to tell you happy birthday if you like talking to the people of Birmingham

if not, he at least tells the Shelbys and gets them to give you a free drink at the Garrison

they agree because they like you and Isiah

He makes sure to “man-up” for you

Someone wants to fight?

One Jesus punch for you

Michael and Finn are told beforehand not to try and hang out cause he wants today to be specifically about you

You tell him to have fun

he looks at you like you just let out the loudest burp he’d ever heard

“Today’s about you, not me and my friends causing mischief.”

Unlike Finn, he’s not afraid to ask it, but he does ask you quite often how much you’re enjoying your day

So... he’s not afraid to ask- he just asks too much due to being afraid... if that makes sense

But like Finn, he does try to put his Blinder tributes to use

He too wants to cuddle you

but getting drinks is important as well

He’ll do anything you want as long as you’re happy and he’s still alive

you have to be alive too, he didn’t forget about you, don’t worry

If you don’t look like you’re having fun, his world is crushed

but he won’t let you know that, he’ll just move on and try to find something else that he’s sure will cheer you up

if you aren’t actually sad, you have to let him know before he actually does drive you insane

I’ve never written for Isiah before, so I’m sorry if any of this is ooc, but yeah

👀👀 this too

Bonnie Gold

You can’t tell me this boy doesn’t ask his father for advice and take it right away.

“Buy her flowers.” “Whatkindofflowers?” “*chuckles* Her favorite kind, Bonnie.”

He buys you flowers.

If you like seeing him box, he’ll train you in a “special” way that involves him standing behind you and helping you.

So he is helping/teaching you, he’s just guiding you at the same time

If you don’t, he’ll promise that the day will be fight free.

you best believe he stays true, no matter how hard it is not to bop the asshole hitting on you in the nose

Just like the other boyos, he wants to make sure you’re okay and having a good time

Offers to let you pick

Lets you pick

Follows his father’s AND your parent’s advice

Listens to an extreme level

months before your birthday, you tell him what you want, on your birthday, you get what you wanted

He’s down to do anything

If you want something, you’ll get it within the first few seconds you start your sentence.

May be really open and happy about it but he knows his limits just as well as he knows yours

You look uncomfortable? Time for him to make up a lie/excuse and gtfo

Will make sure you get out as soon as you can

asks you, once you guys make it out, if you’re alright

if you’re not, he’ll ask if there’s anything he can do

lots of surprises

I’m just gonna leave these here... “👀👀”

I also haven’t written for Bonnie oops, so pls be kind

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murswrites · 4 years

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Fallin’ for Ya ⎯ Bonnie Gold Drabble

Pairings: Bonnie Gold x Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders (modern au) MASTERLIST Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, cursing as usual because I’m a fucking pirate SUMMARY: Bonnie’s been your best friend forever and you’ve loved him forever. Who knew that getting drunk off of cheap champagne and singing along to a Disney movie at 3 am would get you to admit your feelings? Request from @peakysputain: Could you please do a something for my boy Bonnie with anything you like?

A/N I love Bonnie and since I’ve been struggling with long works, I decided to do a shorter Bonnie one shot <3 Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy darling :D Also this song ‘used’ is “Fallin’ For Ya” from the Teen Beach Movie (1)’s soundtrack, I recommend listening to it either while reading or beforehand cus it’s a really cute song

“Please don’t start singing, Y/N.” He clearly didn’t know what song was coming up. And he clearly didn’t know why you loved it so much.

“I’ll have you know, my singing is...” You searched for an outrageously long word to use, “...stupendous!” Bonnie raised his eyebrow as if to challenge you. Childishly, you stuck your tongue out at him, sat your glass down and picked up the remote as a microphone.

You began singing with Lela aka Grace Philips, watching Bonnie watch you instead of the movie. He had a lazy grin on his lips, the one that made your heart stutter whenever he fixed his gaze on you. “I'm not the kind to fall for a guy, who flashes a smile, don't usually swoon, but I'm... over the moon,” You were a little bit slower than the movie due to the champagne but Bonnie got the point.

When it came to the chorus, you felt your heart speed up. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was how goddamn cute Bonnie looked that night. Or how the dim lighting accentuated his already high cheekbones and just how brown his eyes truly were. “And now I’m...” You paused, nervous.

“Falling for ya, falling for ya. I know I shouldn't but I... I just can't stop myself from falling for ya, falling for ya, can't hold on any longer.... and now I'm falling for you.” The alcohol made a stupidly wide grin plaster itself onto your face. Bonnie raised his eyebrows as if to ask you a question.

He looked at the floor before looking back up at you, “Do you mean that?” You nodded slowly, biting your bottom lip nervously in anticipation for either crippling rejection or wonderful affection. What surprised you was the equally wide smile that covered Bonnie’s face, “Seriously? You’re not pulling my leg or anything?”

“Why would I lie about that, Bon?”

“Y/N, I love you too–” Your breath caught in your throat. Holy shit, he loves me back. The thought reminded you of the days you’d spend in your small backyard picking apart daisies mumbling about ‘he loves me… he loves me not’.

You didn’t know what to do, but apparently Bonnie did, he crossed the room and stopped once he stood before you. Looking down into your eyes carefully as if too heavy of a gaze would break you, he rested one of his hands on your cheek, clearly testing the waters.

When you leaned into the touch, Bonnie seemed to take that as a silent yes, which it was. He then held your face between both of his hands and you tipped your head upward to kiss him. Which he gladly complied to. Kissing Bonnie Gold was like basking in the sun on a perfectly sunny day, where there isn’t a cloud in the sky and it’s just all… blue expanse.

It’s such a rare occurrence in Small Heath, but perhaps… Bonnie could be your blue sky. Your hands held onto his shoulders, anchoring you to him as his tongue met yours. When his hands tangled with your hair and tugged, you found yourself moaning into the kiss, giving him a larger area to explore.

He kissed you with such tenderness that while a heat grew in your nether regions, a much different fire warmed your heart. It seemed too soon when you had to come back for air and Bonnie appeared to have the same idea as he placed a few quick, but equally sweet kisses on your swollen lips afterward. You felt winded, as if you’d just run a marathon.

Suddenly, Bonnie chuckled and you gave him a confused look, “I cannot believe it took you singing to Teen Beach Movie for me to get my head out of my arse.”

This caused you to giggle and bite your lip, “Neither can I…” You gazed at his handsome face lovingly, your vision blurring a bit since you weren’t really focusing on anything in particular.

“Y/N?” Your vision cleared at the sound of his voice, “You know your singing is… actually really fucking bad though, right?” Bonnie caught the hand that was going to hit him, “Oi!” He shouted and he knew he started a battle he could not win, so, like the coward he is… Bonnie bolted toward his bedroom.

“You’re so gonna get it Gold!” You chased after him after grabbing a pillow off of the couch.

#bonnie gold x reader #bonnie gold imagine #bonnie gold #bonnie gold x modern read #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders modern au #bonnie gold one shot #amirahs oneshots #peaky blinders one shot #bonnie gold fluff #jack rowan

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delusionalteenagewhispers · 4 years

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Calling Blue Jay Series Masterlist

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS! Mentions of sex, mentions of death, cussing, slight violence, drinking, mentions of age gaps( not between Ransom and reader), mentions of cheating, mentions of drugs, mentions of neglect, mention of depression, mentions of anxiety, lots of fluff, lots of angst, lots of fluffy angst

Summary: Ever since the age of 14, life was never easy knowing the Thrombeys. But hell, they were family, maybe not by blood but they were.It was never easy being best friends with Ransom Drysdale. Two of the most reckless of people turned into the most reckless pair of friends. The trust fund playboy and the sarcastic drunk. It gets even harder at age 30 when the main man passes away.The man that gave her a better life than what was given to her. And it gets even harder when his death becomes a murder investigation.

Disclaimer: GIFS aren't mine, Some dialogue is from the movie, that dialogue is not mine! Characters from the movie and the movie Knives out is not mine and all belongs to Rian Johnson

A/N: HELLO!! So I have made the masterlist so long ago and have not made any chapters yet! But I am working on it!! Sorry I am making you lovely people wait but I will get them out soon!! I’ve been busy with school and personal stuff and mental issues!! But I promise I will get them out as soon as I can!!!

Chapter 1: Blue Jay

Chapter 2: Interrogation

Chapter 3: Don’t Make Me Kick Your Ass

Chapter 4: Memorial

Chapter 5: The Will

Chapter 6: Phone Call

Chapter 7: Last Time

Chapter 8: One Year later

Chapter 9: What would Harlan want?

Chapter 10: Hugh

Chapter 11: Get a Job

Chapter 12 Drunken Nights

Chapter 13: Old Friends

Chapter 14: Lazy Day

Chapter 15: I still hate you

Chapter 16: Drunken confessions

Chapter 17: Forgetful nights

Chapter 18: First Time

Chapter 19: Linda?

Chapter 20: Party

Chapter 21: Fuck you

Chapter 22: Flowers don’t fix shit

Chapter 23: Thanks Smartie

Chapter 24: About time

Chapter 25: Sometimes Flowers do fix things

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If you wanna be on the taglist please tell me!!

Also it’s been SO LONG since I atcually started this. And I’m so terribly sorry for those of you that have been waiting but I’ma get them out VERY soon.

And I will post a chapter or two once every one or two weeks maybe three.

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Taglist so far:

@bval-1

@van0405-blog

@sksushak

@peakysputain

#ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #knives out #knives out x reader #x reader #please read

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Happy Day Of Birth

Requested by @peakysputain: Hello beautiful! It’s my birthday soon ( June 2nd) and I was wondering if you could do a Peaky Blinders one with either Finn, Isaiah or Bonnie? Okay if not ❤️

Pairing: Finn Shelby x Fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, suggested alcohol?

Note: Happy birthday, love!! So this is a full oneshot, which I assume was what you meant when you said “one”, of Finn and reader’s day from the birthday hcs (here)! Sorry if this is shorter than/not what you expected!

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @simonsbluee, @peakysputain

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Finn woke with a start, Polly and Ada trying to shake him awake without accidentally waking Y/n, who was sleeping soundly next to the Shelby boy. He groaned and hopped out of his bed, following them to the kitchen whilst rubbing his tired eyes.

“What do you want?” He mumbled sleepily.

“It’s Y/n’s birthday, right?”

He took a second, processing the date and time along with Ada’s question. “Yeah, so why couldn’t you’ve let me stay with her?”

“Because! You need to surprise her!” Polly shoved past her nephew, grabbing the tray and handing it to him, “Give this to her, tell her it was from you.”

“Why??” He examined the tray’s contents. Y/f/b, y/f/d, and y/f/t (your favorite breakfast, your favorite drink, and your favorite treat) sat upon it, his stomach growling in response to what his eyes were blessed with.

“Well you woke up too bloody late to make your own food for her, so go and wake her up!” They rushed Finn back to his room, his brothers joining behind, and waited by the door impatiently.

Finn closed it on their faces, just wanting to be alone with his lover. He made his way to his bed, sitting down slowly as not to wake Y/n. He had to do it, but something in him couldn’t bring himself to do it. Just one little nudge, he told himself.

“You watching me sleep? That’s not creepy, is it?” His face paled, mouth opening only to stutter over his words. Y/n giggled as she turned and sat up, “I’m only kidding, Finn.”

“Right..” Finn placed the tray on her lap, reaching for a small piece of food and popping it into her mouth. “Happy birthday, Y/n/n.” His careful eyes studied her, anticipating her reaction.

“You remembered! And you made my favorite food! Thank you Finn!” She leaned forward, kissing him softly. As she leaned back, Finn reached for another piece, raising it to her lips.

“Finn.”

“Yes?”

“I can feed myself, ya know?”

“...Oh..” He slowly lowered his hand, stopping when she grabbed his wrist. She raised his hand back to her mouth, taking the food and thanking him with a laugh, matching smiles making their way onto both faces.

Chortles of laughter could be heard from outside the door before they turned to yelps and curses paired with Polly muttering for the boys to leave their brother alone. She opened the door slightly, poking her head inside, “Happy birthday, Y/n. You and Finn go have fun, I’ll take care of the rest, alright?”

“Thank you Pol.” Y/n waved. The door shut and Y/n hopped up, “So, what’re we going to do today?” She began to sort through her clothes that she kept in Finn’s closet.

“I was thinking I take you out for cake, if that’s alright?” He followed her actions, grabbing his usual Peaky outfit and sliding the clothes on. Then came the hat, which he could not find for the life of him.

“Looking for this?” She rested it on her head, smiling at the boy goofily. “You’ll have to fight me for it, and I can assure you, Mr, you don’t fuck with the Peaky B-” He swiped it off her head, “well that was rude-”

“Sorry ma’am, didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

Y/n took it from him, moving to place it and adjust it on his head. Once she had it where she liked it, she kissed him softly and smiled, “Apology accepted, as long as you buy me a drink to make up for it.”

“Birthday girl gets what birthday girl wants. Let me guess.. the usual?” She nodded, grabbing Finn’s hand and rushing down the stairs with him. John and Arthur, being the only ones present aside from Polly, greeted Y/n with a hug and a quiet, “happy birthday”.

Arthur snuck a small bit of money into Y/n’s hand during the hug, flashing her a quick grin and wink when she realized what he’d handed her.

“Make sure you don’t fill your stomachs too much, or eat too much sugar, it’s not good for you. Got it?” Finn and Y/n nodded to Polly’s request, running outside before she could add anything else. “I tell you, their not going to listen to a bloody word I say.”

John snickered, “Wanna put a bet on that?”

She rolled her eyes and blew smoke from her mouth, putting her cigarette down and stopping next to her older nephew. “How much?”

“Oi, no unaccompanied...girls...” The bartender’s sentence began to fade away when Finn walked in after Y/n. “Sorry, um... What can I getcha?”

"She’ll have whatever she wants.” He moved his cap slightly, praying internally that the bartender would at least fear it a bit. "On the house, right?”

The man studied Finn for a second, deciding it was better to do what he wanted and gave him a nod. “Yes sir.” Finn released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, hands shaking ever so slightly.

“Good.” Finn gestured to the counter, smiling at Y/n, and went to sit down. His nerves were doing him no favors, but he tried as hard as he could. He wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers, waiting for Y/n to sit with him.

The afternoon was beginning, and Finn was starting the final parts of his plan. They sat at the beautifully decorated table, stuffed to the brim with cake. The complete opposite of what Polly told them to do.

“Polly’s gonna kill us.” Y/n laughed, hugging her stomach. Finn mirrored her, reaching for the last bite of his cake.

“Yup.”

They finished their tea, payed for their cakes, which was quite a lot due to how many they bought and finished, and left. Y/n held Finn’s hand, cuddled into his side, and asked him, “where too? Are we going home now?”

“Yes, but we’re going to my room first. I have something to show you.”

“Oh? She pulled a way, an adventurous, still curious, smile tugging at her the corners of her mouth. “Do tell!”

“It’s a surprise, Y/n/n, but I promise, love, you’ll love it.”

She rolled her eyes as Finn chuckled, “But I already love everything we did today, why should you have to do more?”

“Mmm, I have a feeling you like this one a lot more.” The stopped at the corner. “Now, close your eyes...” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, “please? Just- trust me, alright?”

“Fine, but my life is in your hands, got that, Shelby?”

“Got it.” He guided her around the corner and to another stop, opening a door and continuing their, in her eyes, very dark journey. “Now, open!”

Y/n did as her lover asked, gasping at the sight of the gown in front of her. “Finn! You didn’t have to!”

“I did though. You said you liked it...” He could hardly think of anything else to say before she tackled him with a hug, both falling to the ground with laughter.

“Thank you, Finn.”

The door creaked open, “Oh!” Ada smiled at the couple lying on the floor, “Uhm, Pol said to tell you supper’s ready... Happy birthday, by the way.”

Y/n laughed, standing up before helping her beloved up. She walked over to the dress, pulling it off the stand and preparing to undress. “Go, I’ll catch up, alright?” Finn nodded, walking out of his room and to the table.

A couple minutes later, Y/n joined the family. Polly subtly kicked Finn from under the table, making him stutter and stand, pulling out Y/n’s chair and waiting for her to sit before pushing it in. He sat back down and held her hand, his smile bright as ever.

“What he means to say is, you look beautiful, Y/n/n.” Finn looked down with a furious red streaking across his cheeks. Polly was pleased with the effect of her comment. “Happy birthday, Y/n L/n.” The family members sitting with them repeated Pol, smiling at the birthday girl.

They ate dinner, small conversation as usual, and gave Y/n her gifts. She opened the last one with her smile still holding as big as ever. Polly waited, collecting any trash before asking the question of the night, “So, Finn, Y/n, how much cake did you have while you were out?”

The two exchanged glances of horror before darting away from the table and up the stairs, Finn tumbling out of his chair and tripping over it in the process. Polly sighed while the other three Shelby brothers broke into laughter.

John was tomato red, wheezing as he spoke, “Guess that answers your question, eh Pol? How much was our bet again?”

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zodiyack · 4 years

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I am so happy that I’ve found another Crüe Head 🖤

Awh!! It makes me happy to know that you’re happy if that makes sense and I’d love to chat with you about the Crüe lol 🖤

#motleycrue #the Crüe #Mötley Crüe #Crüe head #peakysputain #asks #the dirt #about moi

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Can I be on the Elizabeth Shelby taglist please 💗

Of course, love! 💖

Edit: I forgot- since you’re already on the “Everything Peaky Blinders” taglist, you’re already tagged in those too 😅

#peakysputain #elizabeth l shelby #elizabeth shelby #asks #taglist

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Hello beautiful! It’s my birthday soon ( June 2nd) and I was wondering if you could do a Peaky Blinders one with either Finn, Isaiah or Bonnie? Okay if not ❤️

Hello, lovely! Of course! My requests are closed right now but since I’ll probably have finished the others and opened them again by June 2nd, plus because it’s your birthday, I can make an exception. Happy early birthday darling! ❤️

#peakysputain #happy birthday!#request #requests #asks #peaky blinders

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Hi could you do an angsty Shelby sister please?

Hello, of course! Thanks for requesting!

#request #peakysputain

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Hi noticed that you haven’t been as active recently, just checking in to see if everything is okay? 💗💗

Hey! Yesh, I’m fine, thank you for checking! I’m just using a different computer and it seems to hate the charger, like it’s rare that it actually charges, and now it’s on a low battery but has yet to die unless I were to take the charger out oof

With it’s low battery, it works slower and I don’t want it to die midfic or something or have like.. a lot of errors due to it, but after I sort it out I’ll definitely be writing a lot more! I was actually going to start writing now, but I decided to check my inbox first haha

Anyways, yes I’m okay. I’ll try my best to post every now and then, my main worry is the it’d die and then I wouldn’t be able to post at all... thank you, love, for asking though, that means a great deal to me 🥺💕💕

#peakysputain #personal health check #about moi #request #requests #requester #info #updates #update #guys it's okay-#my computer is just a bitch #not a problem i thought i'd have but a problem i can try to fix

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zodiyack · 4 years

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I don’t know why but when I think of Elizabeth Shelby I think of Stormi Webster 🥺 shes sooooo cute and adorable and happy with life 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

IOJMOIERJMIOEOIJR 🥺🖤 awww!! the way you put it-

1) This made me smile, and I needed that, thank you so much oml

2) I agree!! Like I can imagine she’s super forgiving, laughs if she smacks face first into something, cries if something like a butterfly dies, pretty much all soft n cute- mkay, imma go cry now lmao

#feedback #elizabeth shelby #peakysputain #stormi webster #bebes #bebe #BABIES #🥺#🖤

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Can I be on your tag list please?? 💙💙

Of course! 💕💕

#peakysputain #taglist #asks

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zodiyack · 2 years

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Who's Watching (2)

Originally Requested by @cai-neki: May i ask a request; Youngest Shelby!reader one an angsty again, where someone's haunting the reader (she couldn't grasp if it's a past memory or person) ending up into various looks from her brothers thinking she may have a trauma but it turns out there is really someone following her around. Kinda long and messsy but yeah.

Pairing: Shelby & Gray Family + Shelby!Female!Reader

Warnings: Stalkers, angst, death/gun, swearing

Words: 945

Summary: (See Request)

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @cai-neki, @simonsbluee, @marquelapge, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @thewarriorprincessxoxo, @hxrxr15, @sweetheart0217, @fromforeigntofamiliarity, @stuckysslag, @psychkunox, @peakyxtommy

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlists

(Part one)

Weeks had passed, the brothers far more protective of their sister than ever. Arthur doubled down on teaching her how to fight, bringing her to the ring with him every now and then. John was the one who taught her gunmanship, however, he did serve as a helping hand with Arthur's boxing lessons. Tommy taught tactics, uses of clever words to either stall or frighten attackers, amongst other things.

Polly and Ada were more than supportive of the training, especially Pol. She may not have been Y/n's mother, but the motherly urge to protect her at all costs was far more superior than her worry with the boys had ever been. That same urge was creeping up on her right now, as she and the Shelbys sat around Y/n's room, trying to comfort the panting girl.

"They're in prison, Y/n." Tom tried to reason with his sister. "You're safe now. And if anyone is dumb enough to try to pull something with you again, you have your gun."

She moved her hand to the pillow beneath her, relief filling her slightly at the feeling of the weapon resting under it. "I know...but what happens if they come back?"

Hands clapped together, bringing the attention to their aunt. Sighing, Polly shooed the rest of the family out and closed the door softly behind them, leaving her alone with Y/n. "You're a Shelby. Sometimes that makes you untouchable...and other times... Other times it makes you a target. Despite that all, you are a force to be reckoned with." Her hand cupped Y/n's cheek, "Should anyone threaten your safety, they'll not only have the peaky blinders to deal with, but you. They'd have a death wish to seek to harm you."

"Even so, they still tried-"

"Tried and failed. You didn't even know how to properly use a gun then and you still knocked that bastard down."

"He's still alive though." She looked down, feeling as though she'd failed herself. But Polly lifted her face to meet her own.

"You don't have to kill someone to be strong. If anything, living to tell the tale can build up that reputation slightly more than the latter. After all, who's going to want to go after a girl who shot down a man twice her size with no experience using a gun?"

"A bloody madman, that's who."

Y/n walked into the house, stunned to see the ghastly pale faces staring back at her. "What's wrong?"

"You may want to sit down, sister." Arthur looked down, his tell. Arthur always looked away when something brought sorrow to him.

She did as her brother advised, looking around with confusion and concern. "So? What's the meaning of this?"

"Your attacker was released today."

Her blood ran cold, all expression dropped from her face and her heart began to beat out of control. "Pardon?"

"He was released and we're unsure of where he went. All we know is that he hasn't left Birmingham." Arthur mumbled to his glass, the alcoholic liquid within it looking much more interesting than the face of his little sister right this moment.

Y/n didn't know how to respond. She was upset. She was scared. She was worried. She was sick to her stomach. "I need to be alone." No, she needed the opposite of that. But in order to process the information, she needed time to think, and that was rare around her family.

"We'll be on watch." John patted his sister's shoulder assuringly, his gaze similar to Arthur's; pitiful and obviously full of guilt. The family watched as she descended up the stairs, disappearing into the bathroom as the door clicked shut behind her.

Movement, too quick to know for sure what it was, but surely not one of her family members. h could be free from all burdens. She'd been soaking in the tub for almost a full hour now. Deciding it was time to get out, she stepped up, wrapping the towel around her body and stepping fully out of the tub. She'd barely gotten her second foot on the ground when she spotted something in the mirror in front of her.

Movement, too quick to know for sure what it was, but surely not one of her family members. They would've had no reason to sneak into the room. That, and they'd all known she was in no mood to be talked to right that moment.

Readying herself, she reached for the drawer. There was bound to be some weapon within the bathroom. There was one within every room of the Shelby household, right?! She rummaged desperately, looking over her shoulder ever other moment. Finally, her hand came across the cold metal of a small gun deep within the drawer.

Her left hand held her towel in place, her right hand held the gun steady despite her racing heart, locked on her target. Intuation told her to just shoot, whilst a Tommy-voice in her head shouted "wait!". She followed her gut, knowing it was the wiser option, and breathed before firing.

"Gah!" A figure fell from behind the partition, the same man who had originally attacked her in the first place was now fallen, bleeding out on her bathroom floor.

Seconds later, knocks pounded at the door, demanding an answer. "Y/n?! Y/n are you alright?!" Ada cried out, a heartbroken tone to her voice. "Please! Open the door! Please, Y/n!"

Pulling her robe over her body, Y/n pushed the door open. "I'm fine... He however, learned not just to fuck with the peaky blinders, but above all, not to fuck with Y/n Shelby.

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Who’s Watching

Requested by @cai-neki: May i ask a request; Youngest Shelby!reader one an angsty again, where someone's haunting the reader (she couldn't grasp if it's a past memory or person) ending up into various looks from her brothers thinking she may have a trauma but it turns out there is really someone following her around. Kinda long and messsy but yeah.

Pairing: Shelby & Gray Family + Shelby!Female!Reader

Warnings: Stalkers, swearing, my horrible reference in the title, angst

Words: 1,642

Summary: (See Request)

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @cai-neki, @simonsbluee, @marquelapage, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @thewarriorprincessxo

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Her chest heaved with uneven breaths as she slammed the front door shut behind her, back pressed against it. Her brothers walked in to see what the noise was about, surprised to see their sister’s disheveled body blocking the door.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Arthur exclaimed first. He eyed her with wide curious eyes, not all that sure whether he should be mad at her or getting revenge for her.

“S- some- someone-” She couldn’t form a full word with how heavy she was breathing, gasping for air as she rested her hands on her knees.

“Someone what? Did they follow you?” Tommy moved to the windows, looking around before drawing the blinds. “Are you alright?”

“W-wat-wah-”

“Water. Get her some water, Finn!” Arthur yelled before turning back to his sister. “Nod or shake your head. Are you alright?”

She shrugged.

“Do you need help?”

Again, she shrugged.

“Did they want to kill you?”

She shrugged once again, this time taking the water as Finn passed the glass to her.

“Can you stop fucking shrugging?”

A few gulps of water later, the cold liquid soothing her dry throat, she spoke up. Her breathing was still off, but she was recovering. “Someone was following me. I don’t know if they’re trying to kill me or if they followed me home, I just know that I did the thing you taught me-”

“What thing?” Finn furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Tommy. He told me that if I got a bad feeling about someone walking in the same direction as me, to turn a couple times, walk in directions off-route. This person followed me even then. As soon as I realized that, I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t even take the time to look back.”

“Good girl.” Every head in the room turned to Pol, who leaned against the door-frame of the family room. She slowly walked forward, moving her niece aside to look around outside the door before shutting it and locking it. Tommy gave her a questioning glance, to which she replied, “all clear at the front door.”

“Alright. Finn, go check the back, Arthur, can you patrol the house? If one of the doors were unlocked, they could have gotten in while we were talking.”

“Yep.”

The three waited in the main room for over an hour. Tommy and Polly took turns comforting Y/n as they waited for the boys to return. When Finn and Arthur did indeed return, Tommy was suddenly more doubtful than Y/n expected. Finn confirmed that all the doors were locked, Arthur reporting no one but themselves in the home.

Thomas turned toward his sister. “Are you sure someone was following you? Did you forget a turn and assume they were?”

“What?” Y/n’s face morphed into an expression of disbelief, hurt that her brother would question her. She was horrified, looking as if she’d seen a ghost, when she ran inside. The entire time she was running, her body felt uneasy, like she would faint had she stopped for even a second. It felt like her stomach had dropped.

“Are you one-hundred percent serious?”

“Yes- well- I-” It was ironic. She’d looked like she’d seen a ghost and for a split second, she thought it was a ghost. Had she been hallucinating? No, the chase felt too real. Whether it be a person or something from long ago, she knew it was after her. “I don’t know if they were human but-”

“You don’t know if they were human?” Arthur cackled. “Tommy, she thinks a mummy ran after her!”

“I never said that!”

“Was it a werewolf? Was he going to eat you? Gobble you up?” Arthur continued to poke fun. Only Thomas, Polly, and Y/n remained straight-faced. Polly noticed Y/n tearing up, the genuine hurt in her eyes saying that whatever it was, she was still terrified for her life.

“Arthur. Stop.” Although he continued to chortle, Finn’s laughter faded as he made eye-contact with his aunt. “Arthur.”

Finn nudged Arthur harshly. He stopped laughing and turned to Pol. “Yeah?”

“Stop teasing your sister right this damn moment or I’ll find whatever was chasing her and let it have you instead. She was beyond terrified. Look at her!” Polly snapped. “Can’t you see she thought she was literally going to die?!”

As the arguing went on, Y/n sighed and headed to her room. Her aunt was a great save, but that didn’t mean she believed her either. Only defending her due to catching how mortified she was. The embarrassment gifted to herself by a simple overthinking thought. ‘What if I was only imagining things...’ her brothers made her second guess herself.

The night went on, lights turning off, Shelbys and Grays lying in their beds, until everyone in the home was fast asleep. The windows and doors were locked, blinds drawn, and home quiet. The creaking of the wood, however, was new. It sounded like someone was stirring, but no one was awake to hear it.

Screaming awoke the members of the Shelby home. John had just returned, Ada as well, and had a head start to their sister’s room. She had sat up so quick it felt like she should’ve gotten whiplash. When the other four got to Y/n’s room, Ada was sitting on the bed beside Y/n, holding her close to her, and John was sitting on the edge of the bed, shooting her a sympathetic look.

“Did you see them again?” Finn inquired. Arthur slapped him up the back of the head, earning a glare from his little brother. “I’m being serious!” He whisper yelled at Arthur, only to be ignored.

“See who?” Ada looked at her family with widened eyes of confusion. She turned to her sister then back to her brothers and aunt. “What happened?”

“Ada. I’ll um...tell you in the study, okay?” Polly mumbled softly. Ada nodded and rose from the bed, hugging Y/n reassuringly before walking to her aunt. Both women stopped in their tracks as Y/n’s voice sounded again.

“I had a nightmare. The same person. They were in...here. My room. They opened my door and began to walk over to my bed. I couldn’t move. I was terrified. I thought it was all over, but another door opened and the person ran away. I screamed when I could, but for some reason, it was delayed.” She didn’t even take a break to breath or rethink details. It was like she was reliving it even at that very moment.

Tommy looked concerned. He whispered something to Pol before gathering his brothers and the other two females. They left the room, Tommy closing the door behind him, and left Y/n by herself to meet in the study.

“She’s got some kinda flashbacks or something like that.” Finn commented.

“We went to war, she...well, whatever happened, it wasn’t as bad as war. I doubt it’s some kind of thing she’d seen. Perhaps it’s her imagination again.” Arthur grunted in response.

The three older brothers had dealt with PTSD before, the effects similar to Y/n’s awakening, but Arthur didn’t believe she was hurt. He couldn’t bring himself to believe it. The man wanted his little sister to be safe, and knowing he couldn’t keep her so would hurt him more than the war did.

“I say it’s a trauma.”

“What kind?” Ada was quick to question Thomas, as per usual. “Injury related or event caused?”

“Either. If she hit her head, perhaps walked into something on the way home, or if she saw something she didn’t want to see...”

Unbeknownst to the family in the study, Y/n was on the other side of the doors. She pushed them open with a furry. “I’m not traumatized. Nothing that happened is from my imagination or some injury! This person is real and no matter what you do or say, they won’t stop.” She stormed out just as quickly as she stormed in, leaving her family to dwell in her warning.

She hadn’t left the home all day. It concerned the family, but they understood. No one had spoken a word to her since she’d made her point. When it was time to sleep again, Ada and Pol were the only ones to bid her goodnight, the boys cowardly, even more so when it came to admitting it.

The creaking occurred again. Y/n was awake this time, wide awake. The dream felt just as real as her escape had. Last night, she’d fallen asleep, given the person an advantage. Not tonight, she swore, not tonight.

Footsteps grew louder as they neared her door, the small squeak of the door opening causing Y/n to clench her eyes shut. Cold air followed the stranger; Y/n thought to herself, the person must have opened a window...but they were all locked, were they not?

She couldn’t be certain.

They stood over her bed, hesitating for whatever reason. Y/n had her own advantage this time. She wasn’t in sleep paralysis, she wasn’t incapable of showing the stalker what Shelbys learn since birth. Right as they reached for her, the mirror next to the wall by her bed positioned so she could see them, she slid under their squatted legs and darted out her bedroom door.

Behind her was not her concern as she ran for a specific room. Their footsteps thundered loudly, yet not loud enough to wake the rest of the family. Hot on her trail, they aggressively swung for her, but her distance was just far enough that they couldn’t reach her fully.

Reaching the room, she grabbed the first gun in sight, turning and firing. A few seconds later, steps padded throughout the house and stopped at the door. There they saw their little sister with a gun, standing over the person who’d been stalking her, wounded but not dead.

“Told you.”

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Little Things On Sunday Mornings

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, swearing(maybe?), me not proofreading + writers block

Words: 1,224

Summary: Although Sundays in the house are usually pretty lazy, a little company would make it much more enjoyable.

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Little sock covered feet padded through the halls. Despite it being early in the morning, Charlie was full of energy. He stumbled often, still very young and very new to walking, but made due. Charlie stopped in front of his parent’s door.

It was already opened a crack, so he pushed his way in and waddled over to their bed. The two were fast asleep in each other’s arms. It was Sunday, so sleeping in was a norm for around everyone in the home.

The little boy struggled to climb onto the bed due to his little legs and equally as little arms. Nevertheless, he didn’t give in. A few more tries later and he’d managed to crawl onto the middle of the bed. Y/n let out a small moan and adjusted under the sheets, the new weight on the bed likely the cause of her movements.

He took her spacing from Tommy as the perfect opportunity and crawled between the two, sliding under the sheets. Charles grinned to himself as Y/n’s arms wrapped around him and her soft voice whispered a sleepy greeting with a lazy chuckle. “Good morning little man.”

Charles nuzzled into Y/n and relished in the attention. Her eyelids flicked open slowly and she pecked the tip of Charlie’s nose. He gave her a look of confusion as she pulled away and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Noises left his mouth, babbles and attempts of forming real words to prevent her leave.

“It’s alright, Charlie. Mummy will be right back.” She pinched his cheek before she left the bedroom.

Five minutes had passed before she had returned. Y/n stopped in the doorway and smiled at the sight before her; Tommy’s arm was slung over his son, who played with father’s face and giggled heartily. Thomas looked as if he slightly enjoyed the odd actions- and he did. His heart was content with the three people that often these mornings in his bed doing nothing but being together.

“Are you just going to watch, or would you like to have your turn getting a visit from the little doctor?” Even through his raspy voice, you could practically hear his smile.

“I would love to...” Y/n walked over the bed and sat back in her spot. “But I think he’s having a wonderful time playing with your face, daddy.”

“Oh nooo, I’m sure he wants you to have a turn, mummy.”

The occasional “mummy” and “daddy” were just something they’d picked up after referencing to each other with said names whilst talking to Charles. Ada had commented that she found it cute while John snickered and Polly slapped his arm lightly, scolding him under her breath.

“See?” Thomas lifted Charlie onto Y/n’s lap and scooted beside the two. “If not, you can always get a refund.”

“And how exactly am I paying doctor Charlie?”

The boy responded with more giggles and babbles, causing the couple to chuckle softly. He clapped to himself and smiled brightly. His smile grew as his parents clapped along with him.

“By...” her hand moved to his foot, her fingers slowly gaining speed as they began to tickle his sock covered foot, “tickles?”

Charlie squealed and squirmed. His feet kicked and thrashed without his consent and giggles erupted from his little mouth uncontrollably. Slowly, he attempted to crawl over to his father, to escape his mother’s evil hands of tickle.

However, Tommy was not the right person to go to. He too began to tickle Charlie and a small smile made way to his lips. Y/n lied next to them with her head resting on her hand that was held up by her elbow on top of the pillow. She watched with intrigue and adoration; her boys, Tommy’s smile, and Charlie’s giggles.

The tickling stopped as Tommy lifted Charlie up and set him between him and Y/n. Charlie scooched to the end of the bed and hopped off, running out of the room and disappearing as he ran further out. Y/n and Tommy turned their heads towards one another and exchanged small looks of curiosity.

Their curiosity was solved after five minutes, surprisingly. Charlie’s rushed stomps echoed through the halls, followed by occasional tiny grunts. And there he was; the little Shelby with an arm full of stuffed toys from his room, bear, dog, rabbit and everything.

“Charlie? What’ve you got?” Y/n tilted her head at the boy.

He babbled excitedly and surged forward, face planting in the bed with his stuffed animals to break his fall. Charles’ laughter brought them relief with the knowledge that he hadn’t gotten hurt. One stuffed animal at a time, he placed his friends on his parents bed and climbed up after them.

“What’s that? Is that Mr. Bear?” Tommy decided to indulge Charlie and played along with the game he’d just started. He picked up the fuzzy bear and held it up beside his ear, “Did you say something?”

Despite his tough exterior, Thomas was a goofy man. He was amazing at voices, perfect with children, and great at cheering someone up when he wanted to be. The only people who’d been lucky enough to see such a thing were his family and some of his friends.

Charles’ expression changed when Thomas picked up a voice and messed around with it. He talked in his normal voice, then the one he came up with; acting as if it was the bear.

Noticing his mother’s lack of a role in his attention, since he’d been carried away with watching Mr. Bear talk to his father about silly things, Charlie crawled closer to his mother and sat on her lap. He watched as Tommy set the bear down and leaned over to kiss Y/n before returning to the stuffed bear in his lap. A new idea in mind, Charlie grabbed his mother’s face, smooshing her cheeks together.

“And he- oh? ‘Ave you got mummy’s face, little man?” Tommy chuckled.

Little squeaks were spoken in return as Charlie stared Y/n dead in the eyes. She felt only slightly intimidated- but found it extremely cute and amusing. “Bubba, whatever are you d-” Y/n was cut off by tiny lips hitting hers. Charlie looked at his dad with a smile just as equally amused as his.

“I think he just initiated some kind of contest.” Tommy stared at his child with a lopsided grin. “Bring it on, little man.”

“Oh quit it. You’re just jealous that I’m giving Charlie attention.” She joked. Charlie clapped with joy as his mother pressed little pecks on his cheeks. The door creaked open, Charlie’s nanny standing tall with her own arms full of toys Charlie dropped in the halls. Y/n nodded and sent Charlie with her, waving until the door clicked shut.

“I’m not jealous.”

“And I’m the queen of England.” Although Y/n rolled her eyes, her smile held strong. “I’ll give you some attention too, my handsome man-baby.”

“I’m not a man-bab-” Y/n rolled over, so she was straddling her husband, and kissed Tommy softly, smiling at him when she pulled away. He too grinned in return, lips up from ear to ear, and tossed the bear, which he had yet to let go of, aside. His hands gripped Y/n’s hips, her arms resting around his neck. “You really are the queen, ya know?”

“Yep.”

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first of all, i really love your blog. you write so good✨🥺 i binge read ur works a lot. i wonder if i can request a shelby!sister wherein her family comes home one day and see her sleeping on the sofa, tired but all bloodied because she fought back to some drunk dudes before coming home. then they fuss around her, being protective and angry asking who did it and she just gets annoyed cuz they woke her up while she was sleeping and then her saying she dealt with it and just goes back to sleep.

Thank you, my love! That means so much to me! I’m happy you enjoy my works!

Your request is under the cut, thank you for requesting 🥺💕 Had to add some Pol luhv and I’m sorry I might’ve strayed a tinsie-bit so uh- enjoy

A Shelby Like The Rest

“What the fuck?” John is the first to walk through the door, toothpick dropping from his mouth as it falls open wide, similar to his eyes.

“What is it?” Arthur grunts behind him, gun at the ready. He too stops when he sees what his brother had seen, expression similar but only for a second. His skin begins to turn a shade of red. “Tommy! Get in here!”

Right on cue, Tommy and Pol make it through the door. Ada following shortly, Finn soon after. Ada and Polly are the first to get any closer to you as you slowly rise from your horizontal to them- vertical to you position on the sofa, both giving silent glances at each other in agreement to inspect you carefully. You rub your eyes before squinting at the two.

“What are you doing?” Your groggy voice informs them that you’ve only just woken up from a seemingly deep slumber. “Pol? Ada? What-” Your eyes lift to your brothers, narrowing more as you scan their faces. “The fuck you lot staring at?”

Finn snickers but quiets when John nudges him harshly. The boys all stand back, allowing their sister and aunt some space to check you for injuries. When they come up empty handed, they make their ways forward at a calm pace, as if any faster would scare you. Like you were some wild steed in need of care.

It clicks in your mind as they grow closer, a rage bubbling inside of you just barely strong enough to push past your sleepiness. “I’m not a child! I’m alright!”

“What happened?” Tommy’s voice is stern and the question that leaves his mouth comes off as a demand more than the inquiry it actually is.

“Nothing!!”

“Nothing? Fucking Nothing!” He looks at your other siblings and aunt before facing you again. “If it was fucking nothing, why the fuck are you bleeding, eh?”

You snap with annoyance. “It’s not all mine!”

They all wait with anticipation yet mutter quietly in shock. “Who’s blood is it then? If it’s not all yours-”

“I don’t know. Someone’s.”

“Y/n. Who’s-”

However, it’s just his luck that you’re too tired to continue dodging his questions. In all honesty, you would do anything just to return to your comfy little spot on the cushions. “Some drunk bastards! They picked a fight with the wrong Shelby, that’s all.”

“What drunk bastards?”

“Some.”

“Y/n. Answer your brother’s question. What ‘drunk bastards’? Do you know their names?” Polly intervenes, just as upset as your brothers.

“No.” You huff, having had enough. “I don’t know their names, and no, they did not hurt me. I am fine, and I would like to go back to sleep if you’d be so kind.”

The silence is awkward but gives you time to lie back down and turn, your back facing them as you huff and readjust in the sheets. You get comfortable, sighing contently and yawning. Just on the edge of sleep, your brother decides he’d like to participate in interrogating you.

Finn shrugs. “So you’re alright then?”

“Yes! I’m alright!! I dealt with it! Can I please just go back to sleep now?!”

Your family stares at you a minute longer before nodding and walking to the other room, each bidding you goodnight as they pass. Your aunt is the last person to exit the room, the noise of her heals layering over the small cackles of the fire. Polly bends over the side of the sofa, face lit with an orange tint due to the hearth’s dancing flames in front of your makeshift bed, and kisses your forehead softly.

She rubs your head with just the right mix of roughness and tenderness, your eyes fluttering in relaxation until she pulls away. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

You return the words with another yawn. Polly is about halfway to the door before she stops and says one last thing. Her voice sounds sweet but the hint of sarcasm dripping from her tone snaps your eyes wide open and a nervous laugh leaves your lips.

“Just- don’t get blood on my sofa.”

Aka, I dunno how to end this

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Meeting The Golds

Requested by anon: Can you do a Shelby sis!fic where they’re all super protective of her

Pairing: Shelby Family & Gray Family + Shelby!Reader, some slight Bonnie Gold x reader

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, Shelbys being protective, Peaky Blinders, maybe some accidental OOC-ness?

Words: 840

Summary: (See Request)

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @thewarriorprincessxo

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For business and defense purposes, the Shelbys were working with the Golds. Y/n wanted to go with her brothers and meet Aberama and his son, Bonnie, however, her brothers weren’t too fond of the idea. Despite her many attempts to plead with her brothers, they turned her down.

She came to her aunt with the pleas and begged her to talk to the boys. In the end, Polly’s determination and stern expression won them over. Whether or not she threatened them, it was none of Y/n’s concern; she was happy she at least got to tag along.

“Hello, little Shelby.” Aberama greeted her with a small wave and held his smile even when Arthur moved in front of his sister with his arms crossed and a disapproving expression upon his face.

“Leave her be. We’re here to do business with you and your son. Nothing to do with our little sister.”

“No need for the warnings, Arthur. I was simply greeting her.” Aberama’s tone was practically overflowing with sarcasm, just as fake as his smile. “Shall we?”

They continued through the building until they reached Bonnie’s ring. Bonnie came down when he was called and followed them to another room. Arthur kept Y/n behind him as they walked, shooting glares at Bonnie whenever his eyes wandered over to Y/n.

He didn’t like the way the boy was looking at his baby sister, and he really didn’t like the way she giggled in response. As they entered the empty room, Arthur pushed his sister ahead and pulled Bonnie aside for a quick second. He grabbed his jaw with one hand and pulled him within whisper distance.

“You stay away from my sister, Gold. Or I’ll be cutting your eyes next.” Spit flew from his mouth with every word that left it.

Thomas poked his head out of the room and rolled his eyes. “Arthur- Let go of him-” He poked Arthur lightly, murmuring around the cigarette hanging from his lips. Arthur glared at Bonnie a second longer before letting go of him and patting his back harshly then walking into the room. Tommy took out his cigarette and nodded at Bonnie, pointing his thumb to the doorway.

As they sat, talking over plans with one another, Bonnie continued exchanging flirty expressions with Y/n. His half-smiles made her giggle which caused him to chuckle softly. Arthur couldn’t focus with the effect the boy had on his sister, ready to explode with each suggestive look he gave Y/n.

Arthur jumped up in a flash, chair hitting the wall behind him. “Sorry, am I interrupting you, boy?”

“Arthur!” Y/n rose to her feet, “He’s not doing any-”

“Anything wrong? I can see the way he fuckin’ looks at ya! Wanna get in me sister’s pants, huh? You’ve got the wrong girl, Gold. She’s off limits.”

“I’m sorry-” Bonnie’s face was red, caught in the act and exposed in one sentence. He couldn’t help but sink a bit lower in his spot.

“It’s a bit too late for that, huh?” Tommy stood up and put his hand in front of Arthur, preventing his advances towards the cowering boy. He casually continued smoking as he sat back down with Arthur.

“We’re sorry for that. Now. What was it you were saying, Aberama?”

Mr. Gold didn’t reply right away. His eyes fixated on Y/n as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. He licked his lips and put on a smile, leaning towards Y/n with a joyful expression. “You know, you would look rather nice in my boy’s arms. Mrs. Y/n Gold. I’m sure you two would make a lovely pair.”

She smiled and bit her lip nervously, Bonnie mirroring her with embarrassment. But the younger Shelby’s actions were quite the opposite of her older brother’s. Arthur was on his feet for the second time, however, his rage was directed at Aberama rather than Bonnie.

“What the fuck did you just say?!” Aberama was ready to repeat himself, smug grin sitting upon his features, but Arthur turned to Tommy. “What the fuck?! Did he just say?!”

Tommy was harder to read. Y/n observed her brother, pleading silently that his reaction wouldn’t be as embarrassing as her oldest brother’s. Tommy rose to his feet with a sharp inhale and cleared his throat. “We’ll talk over this another time. Unfortunately, We shall not be bringing Y/n with us when we do.”

Y/n gave an apologetic nod to Bonnie as she began to exit the room with Arthur. “Was it something I said?” Aberama’s voice halted the three Shelbys. Tommy turned to Aberama, the anger finally breaking through. He shooed his brother and sister away, promising to meet them outside.

“Bonnie and Y/n are not to be together at all. If I see him with Y/n, I will do things I would prefer I didn’t. Be grateful, Mr. Gold, that it is me making these threats, and not Arthur.” Tommy’s dead eyes bore into Aberama as his smile faded. ”We’ll call you when we’d like to meet again. Good day, Aberama.”

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