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Heading home from NYC :(…back to writing soon! :)

[dixonsstinkysock]

Crying.

Hii I just wanted to submit a request! <3 I love your fics btw. Could you write something about Daryl struggling with intimacy because of his scars on his back and the reader reassures him and stuff. Thanks <3

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Scars

⌇daryl dixon x reader

summary⌇daryls never shown you his scars, but tonight you saw them

warnings⌇smut (just a little bit), body insecurity (daryl)

word count⌇0.9k

a/n⌇i’ve been wanting to do this request for like a month i’m sorry this took so long bae i hope you like it :)

You’d learned, early on, that love with Daryl Dixon was quiet.

It wasn’t flowers or grand declarations or touching under the stars. It was smaller than that. Quieter. A fresh apple slid into your hand on a rough day. A blanket folded neatly at your feet without a word. A grunt in place of goodbye, or hello, or I missed you more than I can stand.

And you were okay with that.

You didn’t need noise. You’d been too loud in past lives, too bright for people who never really knew how to hold something soft. But with Daryl, you could be still. You could be gentle. He made you want to whisper.

That’s why you’d never pushed.

Not when the nights passed with barely a kiss. Not when his hands stayed on your back, your waist, your shoulders—but never strayed lower. Not when you crawled into bed beside him and he curled around you like a shield but never let the last layer of armor fall.

You’d known, somehow. There was something in him that feared being seen.

You just hadn’t expected to see it like this.

The moment had been so ordinary, so easy. A teasing smile, the sound of your towel dragging across the floor, your voice light as it drifted back toward him.

“Wanna join me?”

He hadn’t looked up. Just shook his head, head ducked, hands still moving across the bow he was cleaning. It was his way of saying no, and you knew the language well enough by now.

“Suit yourself,” you hummed, walking over to press a kiss to the crown of his head. “Don’t go to sleep without me.”

He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. You could feel the way his shoulders relaxed just a bit when your lips touched his hair.

And that was the last ordinary moment of the night.

——

The shower was longer than usual. Maybe because you were humming to yourself, letting the water run warm against the curve of your spine. Maybe because it had been a long day and your bones were tired, or maybe because, in your softest heart, you wanted him to change his mind and slip in behind you.

He didn’t.

But what you found when you stepped out, hair damp, towel clutched at your chest—was something you weren’t prepared for.

He didn’t hear you. You could tell by the way he stood frozen in front of the mirror, shirt discarded, back bare.

It stopped you in your tracks.

The scars weren’t just lines. They were stories. Stories he never told. Pale against his sun worn skin, some old and faded, others deep and jagged. They climbed across his shoulder blades, dipped below the waistband of his jeans, layered themselves like a language only pain could write.

You remembered them. From the prison. Just once, a flash of his back as he changed his shirt and turned away before anyone could really look.

But you had seen.

And you had never said a word.

Not because you were scared of him, never that. But because you knew, somehow, that silence was the greatest act of kindness you could offer then.

Now, though—seeing them again, seeing the way his jaw clenched when he spotted you in the reflection—your heart ached.

He turned, eyes wide like a boy caught stealing. Not angry. Just ashamed.

He grabbed for his shirt like it burned him to be seen, tugged it back on with jerky hands and wouldn’t meet your eyes.

You turned away gently, giving him the illusion of privacy he needed.

“Didn’t see anything, Dar,” you murmured.

A lie. A loving one.

When you looked again, he was already under the covers. Still as stone. Facing the wall.

You moved slowly, quietly. Put your towel away, slipped into one of his old shirts that hung down to your thighs, and padded barefoot across the room. The sheets were cool when you slid in beside him.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Until you did.

“I saw them once. At the prison.”

He didn’t move. Not even a breath.

“I didn’t say anything then. I figured you didn’t want me to. And that was okay.”

Still nothing.

But you could feel it. The way his body was holding tension like a rope pulled tight.

“You don’t have to hide from me, Daryl.”

His voice came quiet. Broken.

“Ain’t nothin’ you need to see.”

You shifted onto your side, your hand hovering above his ribs before resting gently on them. Warm. Steady.

“I want to,” you whispered. “You’re beautiful to me. All of you.”

That made him turn. Slowly. His eyes were darker than usual. Not with lust—but with something heavier.

“Ain’t nothin’ beautiful about me,” he mumbled.

You leaned in. Not to argue. Just to kiss the corner of his mouth. Soft. Tender.

“Let me show you what I see.”

——

It wasn’t rushed.

There was no fire in it. Just warmth. The kind that builds in the hollow of your chest and spills out through every gentle movement.

You kissed him. Soft lips against rough skin. You climbed into his lap, thighs bracketing his hips, and waited for him to say no. He didn’t.

He just stared at you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

You helped him take his shirt off again. This time slower. Your eyes never left his as you let your hands trace the planes of his chest, the line of his collarbone, the healed ridges of old wounds.

He flinched when you kissed one near his shoulder.

“Hey,” you whispered. “You’re not broken. You survived.”

His eyes flickered shut.

You kissed another. Then another. Down his back, along his spine, until he was trembling under your touch.

“You’re not just worthy of love,” you said against his skin. “You’re mine. And I love all of you.”

When you slid down between his legs and kissed the insides of his thighs, he gasped like he’d never been touched like this. He hadn’t. You knew it. You could feel it in the way he shivered, in the way he whispered your name like it was too big to hold in his mouth.

When you finally let him sink inside you—slow and deep, wrapped around him so gently he nearly sobbed—you cradled his face between your hands and kissed his lips through every second of it.

“You’re not disgusting,” you breathed. “You’re beautiful. You’re mine.”

He came with a broken sound and your name on his lips, forehead pressed to yours like he was clinging to the only lifeline he had.

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THANK YOUUUU!!! HAPPY EARLY/LATE BIRTHDAY TO YOUUU 💚💚

Happy Birthday, Woman.

summary - It’s your birthday!!!! 🎉

pairing - daryl dixon x reader

warnings - noneeee

notes - Ahhhhhhh!!!! ITS MY BDAYY!!!!

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A subtle crash from downstairs wakes you from your slumber. Usually, random loud noises meant danger but now you don’t have to worry about that anymore—well…not as much as you used to. Sitting up, you hear faint whispering and footsteps making their way upstairs. A smile paints its way across your face as you lay back down, facing away from the door.

“Shh…Don’t wake her up yet, Uncle Daryl!”

“Yer the one yellin’..”

It’s hard to stifle your laughter when they come in, you can’t see them yet but you assume it’s all of your little family, including dog. You were right about that when he jumps on the bed, licking your face. “Ah! Dog, Stop it!”

“Damn it, Dog.” Daryl sets the tray with your breakfast on the bedside table while Judith and RJ jump on the bed.

“Happy Birthday, (Y/N)!”

You look at the full tray at your side and your eyes widen. There’s 4 slices of surprisingly good looking cake, instead of the burnt eggs and toast you were expecting. Nothing against Daryl he just…couldn’t cook sometimes. “Wow…Cake for breakfast?” Daryl recognizes that look and decides to ignore it, sitting by your feet on the bed.

“Yeah…It’s a special day.” You smile at him, moving the blanket back and leaning towards him.

“Thank you…” Your lips meet, “It’s amazing.” A lopsided smile can be found on his face as well.

“Hurry up and eat, you got presents to open.”

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THANK YOUU SO MUCHHHH 💚💚💚💚

Happy Birthday, Woman.

summary - It’s your birthday!!!! 🎉

pairing - daryl dixon x reader

warnings - noneeee

notes - Ahhhhhhh!!!! ITS MY BDAYY!!!!

main masterlist | daryl dixon masterlist

A subtle crash from downstairs wakes you from your slumber. Usually, random loud noises meant danger but now you don’t have to worry about that anymore—well…not as much as you used to. Sitting up, you hear faint whispering and footsteps making their way upstairs. A smile paints its way across your face as you lay back down, facing away from the door.

“Shh…Don’t wake her up yet, Uncle Daryl!”

“Yer the one yellin’..”

It’s hard to stifle your laughter when they come in, you can’t see them yet but you assume it’s all of your little family, including dog. You were right about that when he jumps on the bed, licking your face. “Ah! Dog, Stop it!”

“Damn it, Dog.” Daryl sets the tray with your breakfast on the bedside table while Judith and RJ jump on the bed.

“Happy Birthday, (Y/N)!”

You look at the full tray at your side and your eyes widen. There’s 4 slices of surprisingly good looking cake, instead of the burnt eggs and toast you were expecting. Nothing against Daryl he just…couldn’t cook sometimes. “Wow…Cake for breakfast?” Daryl recognizes that look and decides to ignore it, sitting by your feet on the bed.

“Yeah…It’s a special day.” You smile at him, moving the blanket back and leaning towards him.

“Thank you…” Your lips meet, “It’s amazing.” A lopsided smile can be found on his face as well.

“Hurry up and eat, you got presents to open.”

words: 243

Thank you for reading!! C U L8TER!! 💚💚

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Happy Birthday, Woman.

summary - It’s your birthday!!!! 🎉

pairing - daryl dixon x reader

warnings - noneeee

notes - Ahhhhhhh!!!! ITS MY BDAYY!!!!

main masterlist | daryl dixon masterlist

A subtle crash from downstairs wakes you from your slumber. Usually, random loud noises meant danger but now you don’t have to worry about that anymore—well…not as much as you used to. Sitting up, you hear faint whispering and footsteps making their way upstairs. A smile paints its way across your face as you lay back down, facing away from the door.

“Shh…Don’t wake her up yet, Uncle Daryl!”

“Yer the one yellin’..”

It’s hard to stifle your laughter when they come in, you can’t see them yet but you assume it’s all of your little family, including dog. You were right about that when he jumps on the bed, licking your face. “Ah! Dog, Stop it!”

“Damn it, Dog.” Daryl sets the tray with your breakfast on the bedside table while Judith and RJ jump on the bed.

“Happy Birthday, (Y/N)!”

You look at the full tray at your side and your eyes widen. There’s 4 slices of surprisingly good looking cake, instead of the burnt eggs and toast you were expecting. Nothing against Daryl he just…couldn’t cook sometimes. “Wow…Cake for breakfast?” Daryl recognizes that look and decides to ignore it, sitting by your feet on the bed.

“Yeah…It’s a special day.” You smile at him, moving the blanket back and leaning towards him.

“Thank you…” Your lips meet, “It’s amazing.” A lopsided smile can be found on his face as well.

“Hurry up and eat, you got presents to open.”

words: 243

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Happy Birthday, Luv.

summary - It. is. your. birthday. 🎂

pairing - everyone. (…sorta) tommy x reader at the end…

warnings - noneeee

notes - ITS MY BDAYYYYY 🤩 i also dk how this got to tommy x reader but…whatever also one nickname used

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A banging at your front door woke you, rushing down in your black slip and robe. It was none other than Finn Shelby, the youngest of the Shelby siblings. He was a sweet boy, just having turned 13. You couldn’t help but wonder what got a teenage boy so excited. Opening the door, you come face to face with the boy. “(Y/N)! Finally..Come on, Let’s go!” He grabs your wrist, trying to yank you out of your house.

“Finn, Wait—“

“Tommy needs you at the Garrison, Let’s go!”

“Finn!-“

After a few more pulls he successfully pulled you out. You were happy you put your slippers on before you opened the door. Luckily the Garrison was only a short walk from your house, at least you weren’t making a fool of yourself walking around in your nightwear. As the Garrison comes into view, Finn lets go of your hand, rushing to open the door for you. “Thank you, Finn.” You give him a smile as you walk in, still holding your robe shut.

“There she is! Our lovely fookin’ birthday girl!”

Arthur’s arms are in the air, a whiskey in one hand, a huge smile across his face as his face as his voice bounces off the walls. John, Tommy and Polly are there too, all in the snug. “What the fook are you wearing, angel?” John spins the toothpick in his mouth with his fingers, giving you a sly smirk.

“Your brother didn’t give me enough time to change, said I needed to come immediately.”

“Bloody ‘ell, Finn, you let her walk out like that?” Said boy turned red, scratching the back of his neck in nervousness. “I got excited…sorry, (Y/N)” You smile and tell him no harm done.

“So…What did you need me for, Tommy?”

“I’ve got a special delivery!”

Before he could answer the voice of one of your favorite Shelby’s finds your ears. Ada Shelby walks in with multiple boxes in her hands, heading towards the snug where all of you were already at. She gently sets the boxes down on the table, carefully wrapped. “What’s this?” You ask, trying brushing your hair back, just realizing how horrid it might look. “Birthday presents! Speaking of, Happy Birthday, (Y/N)”

“Thank you, Ada.” She waves you off and hands you 1 out of three of the boxes.

“Open it!”

After opening all of the presents, you realize it’s an entire outfit. A dress, new shoes, and the softest coat you’ve ever felt. All of this must’ve cost a fortune. “Oh, Ada…I—“

“Shh! I’m not taking anything back.”

“Go home, get dressed. We have business today, (Y/N).” Tommy stands finishing his cigarette and goes to leave the snug. “I’ll be by to get you. Wear that dress!” You roll your eyes, putting your presents back in their boxes and gathering them.

“Thank you all but apparently I have work. Can you believe this?! Working on my birthday!” You say your thank yous and goodbyes to everyone, taking your presents and heading home to change. After a while, Thomas pulls up to your apartment in his new car. Don’t tell anyone but you were sort of jealous…Sexy man in a sexy car. Life for him couldn’t get any better.

“So, where are we heading?” Thomas shuts the car door behind you, getting in the driver’s side.

“London.”

“For what?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“I’m your secretary. It’s my job.”

A long car drive later, Tommy pulls into Ada’s neighborhood, stopping just a few houses down from hers. Surprisingly he doesn’t light another cigarette before he gets out of the car to open your door. It’s like those are his meals somedays. You get out, walking up to the steps of the house with Tommy behind you. “Who’s here?”

“No one.” He steps up to unlock the door.

“What are we storing here?”

“Hopefully? Something very valuable…” He opens the door and steps aside to let you in. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside. It was a big house, an expensive house. “It’s beautiful.”

“Good.” He shuts the door and hands you the key, “It’s yours.”

The key drops into your hand, your mouth open in disbelief. You look from the blue-eyes gangster to the metal key in your hand. “Tommy…Wha-…Why? How?” Said man hides his hands in his pockets, a smug look on his usual stone cold face. “Long story short, it’s easier to buy land with the money we’re earning. I’ve already got something for Polly and Ada…Now it’s your turn.”

“God, Tommy…Thank you.”

“You’ve done a lot for us, you deserve it.”

If the house looked huge before from the front door, you couldn’t imagine what the rest looked like.You walk into each and every room, taking in your new space. It was already furnished, which was nice and you could always add your own decorations. Making your way to the living room where Tommy is, you plop down on the couch next to him, taking a deep breath. “Thank you again…This means everything.” You take his hand in yours, giving it a small squeeze.

“No need for you to thank me. Mind if I smoke? This is your house after all…”

You smile, “Of course I don’t mind.” He lights a cigarette, smoke leaving his nostrils and mouth. He lets his head fall back against the sofa like yours. Your eyes meet, the silence with the smell of his soap and cigarettes comforting. You’d known Tommy since you were both kids, you helped keep the business afloat when they went off to war and you still work there after they’ve come back.

“How would you feel about…christening the house?”

“…You ask a lot of questions.” Your hand goes to his navy blue tie, loosening it.

“I’m your boss, it’s my job.”

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Charmed 2.

summary - it's was always john, you should've known.

pairing - john shelby x reader x past! tommy shelby

warnings - it gets a little freaky in here…you have been warned.

notes - ya’ll didn’t expect this huh 😈😈 btw im trying to expand my writing to more spicy stuff so please dont make fun of me this is my first time writing freaky things. Also ending was kinda shitty but it’s fine…

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"Fuck...John-" You can't stop the words from spilling out of your mouth as his hips slam into yours, the metal bedframe hitting the wall with every thrust. Thick, calloused hands grip the thin, white bedsheets next to your head. John's lips attached to your neck, kissing and sucking his way up to your jaw.

"I know, I know."

A few more hard thrusts bring you to your climax, him following after and collapsing next to you. The room, 15 degrees warmer than when you started. Your hair sticking to your forehead, your blankets halfway on the floor. The only sounds now were yours and John's heavy breathing. That and quick, light, thumps of someone's boots heading towards the room you were both in. John jumps up, grabbing the blanket and sheets to cover your naked bodies "John!" The door slams open—

"Tommy's always taken what's mine. I think it's time I take something of his, ey?"

"Oh, John...l-" You lean back in your seat, brain muddled with everything that's happening, everything that could happen. He stands from his seat, moving to be closer to you. He leans forward, grasping your hands in his, his thumb running back and forth gently over the soft skin.

"Hey..." Your eyes meet his, tears threatening to fall. You tend to get too worked up when you overthink, it was one of your biggest flaws.

"There's so much that could go wrong, John..."

He presses a gentle but firm kiss to the back of your hand.

"What about all that could go right...?" A comforting silence falls over the room, even though you are stressed, John's presence made everything better. It was scary. You didn't want to admit, in fact you pushed it down. You pushed it all down the day he got with Martha, he seemed happy, who were you to break that apart? It had to come out someday, the truth. You loved him. You've always loved him, you've wanted him, and now that you have him...you're scared.

This was a dream come true for young adult you. John Shelby, a cassanova, one of your best friends, is asking you to marry him. Out of all the women in Birmingham he wanted you. A kiss on your clothed shoulder snaps you out of your head, John's glittering blue eyes locking with yours.

"Tell me you don't want this, don't think, just tell me."

You could've sworn the room was bigger than this...and cooler. The seat cushions felt different, uncomfortable?

Or maybe it was just you, your legs needed to move, to run. Do you want to run anymore? "Johnny...l can't."

"I'm sorry, John, I just can't. Not now." He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"...What?" Breathlessly, he is able to respond, "Wh-What do you mean? Why?" You can hear his heart shatter as you refuse.

"This isn't right John. Not for you-or me, or Tommy-"

"Fock Tommy!" His hand hits the table hard as he abruptly stands. You jump, not expecting the outburst.

John stares at you for what feels like hours as you keep your own locked on your glass, finally breaking his gaze he rubs his hands over his face. He walks to the door of the snug and back to the red-leather booth, taking his seat. "Look, (Y/N) I'm sorry-*

"I have to go." You stand, downing your drink and quickly walking to the entrance of the Garrison. John was so stunned at your sudden exit he didn't bother trying to follow you, he still sat in the snug, nursing another whiskey.

"Didn't go as planned, eh brother?"

John spins towards the new voice in the room, immediately recognizing who it came from.

"Tommy..."

Tommy's face is slowly illuminated by the Garrison's lights as he walks out of the shadows. He grabs his own crystal glass as he walks by the bar, snatching his favorite whiskey right after. He sets his glass down,opening the bottle of brown liquid and pouring a generous amount.

"I'm sorry it didn't go as you wanted it to, John."

"Bullshit. You could fookin' careless, Tom." Thomas sits down across from John. "I bet your fookin' glad, huh? Bloody fookin’ stoked you get to keep another thing from me!"

"You must not know me then, John..."

"Oh fook you, Tom!" John continues to go off on a rant, throwing whatever he could at Tommy but also holding back. John knows where exactly to get into Tommy's head but he prefers to use that in dire situations...After a few moments, Tommy lights a cigarette, breathing in and blowing out the smoke.

"You done?"

John nods, “Yeah…I’m fookin’ done.” He takes his coat, stomping to the first exit he sees.

“John.”

“…”

“John.” He stops in his tracks, fists clenched as he holds back from yelling anymore at his elder brother.

“What, Tom?”

Thomas takes a drag from his cigarette, filling up his glass once more. “Don’t let this get you down brother, she’s one woman.”

That night, you sat on your bed, head in your heads. Did you make the right decision? Of course…not. Well, you can’t go back on it now. Or…could you? Okay stop. No. You made your decision and now you must stick with it…

Fuck. You need to clean yourself up, you look like a mess. Besides, It wouldn’t be nice for John to see you with black streaks down your face.

It would be hard to win his trust back, you thought as you sped walked to the betting shop. You had checked the Garrison and all you found was Tommy. Yeah..you got out of there pretty quick. John usually tried to distract himself with whores or work when he was upset, you could only hope it was the latter. As you quietly shut the wooden door of the betting shop behind you, you hear the scribbling of pen on paper. Yes. He is here.

“John?”

You hear his pen drop and his chair scrap against the floor as you walk around the corner, coming face to face with him. He looked disheveled, his eyes were red, most likely from crying. “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

“John, I…” You clasp your hands in front of you, slowly walking closer and closer to his desk. “I wanted to say, I’m sorry.” He visibly deflates, obviously previously expecting something different.

“Oh..Uh don’t—don’t worry about it, yeah?”

“I’m not finished, John.” You’re standing in front of him now, hands by your sides as your eyes lock. “You uh…you still want to get married?” He doesn’t answer you for a hot minute and for a second you think he might actually kill you. There’s no response from him or a slight hint that he doesn’t want to murder you for playing with his heart. So, in an attempt to not die, you try to explain yourself.

“Listen, John, It’s no excuse but I was overwhelmed. I mean…I didn’t realize it—or maybe it didn’t want to realize it but, I’ve been in love with you—“ You can’t finish before his lips crash onto yours. He tastes like his cigars and whiskey, it’s wonderful. He brings you up to his old room, your little makeout session turning into something else.

"Fuck...John-" You can't stop the words from spilling out of your mouth as his hips slam into yours, the metal bedframe hitting the wall with every thrust. Thick, calloused hands grip the thin, white bedsheets next to your head. John's lips attached to your neck, kissing and sucking his way up to your jaw.

"I know, I know."

A few more hard thrusts bring you to your climax, him following after and collapsing next to you. The room, 15 degrees warmer than when you started. Your hair sticking to your forehead, your blankets halfway on the floor. The only sounds now were yours and John's heavy breathing. That and quick, light, thumps of someone's boots heading towards the room you were both in. John jumps up, grabbing the blanket and sheets to cover your naked bodies "John!" The door slams open—

It’s fucking Tommy. What are the odds?

“Tommy!” You and John say in unison, eyes wide and muscles tense. As usual, Tommy’s face is stone cold, no emotion, no nothing. You notice his eyes are locked onto John’s though, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was happening during their brother-telepathy or whatever it was. After a moment, Tommy shuts the door and you could tell that wasn’t the end of it. God knows the hell he’s going to bring in the next couple of months.

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Vampire!Shelby family is set on my mind right now…might be drooling over it idk.

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Blurb 1.

“You think I’m fookin’ scared of you?” You walk back to your younger brother’s desk. His gun pointed right between your eyes. You press your forehead against its barrel, leaning on the desk.

“Do it! Fookin’ do it, Thomas!” Your hands slam against the dark wood, shaking everything on it. Speaking of shaking, Tommy’s hand was still but he couldn’t hide the emotion in his eyes. He was nervous, maybe even a little scared and angry. He was so angry. He’d been stressed all day and when he asked—no, commanded you do something, you got on his ass. Of course, that was the last straw for him so he pulled his gun on you, in front of the whole family. It didn’t scare you, you and your twin, Arthur, practically raised him. You knew what he was like.

He pulls the trigger, but not before pointing it at the ceiling. Debris falls onto the desk as you step back, walking around the desk to get to Tommy. You unarm him, “Next time you point your fookin’ gun at me,” You open the cylinder, bullets falling and hitting the ground with a clink! “You better make sure I’m fookin’ dead.”

Tossing his gun onto his cluttered desk, you turn and walk out. The family’s eyes are pointing towards the ground as you walk past, slamming the door behind you. Tommy is stuck there, staring at the door.

“Get out.” One by one, the Shelby family leaves his office, minds full and mouths shut.

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Trying to get all of these drafts out before I go on my Birthday/Grad trip…soooo many draftssss 😴😴😴

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POLLY GRAY MASTERLIST.

Works related to a Holiday! : ✩

SERIES.

I’ve Forgotten Who I Am.

MINI-SERIES.

I Can’t Explain, But I’ll Find A Song That Can.

ONESHOTS.

Coming soon…

BLURBS.

Coming Soon…

PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST.

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ADA SHELBY MASTERLIST.

Works related to a Holiday! : ✩

SERIES.

I’ve Forgotten Who I Am.

MINI-SERIES.

I Can’t Explain, But I’ll Find A Song That Can.

ONESHOTS.

Coming Soon…

BLURBS.

Coming Soon…

PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST.

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THE SHELBY FAMILY MASTERLIST.

Works related to a Holiday! : ✩

SERIES.

I’ve Forgotten Who I Am.

MINI-SERIES.

I Can’t Explain, But I’ll Find A Song That Can.

ONESHOTS.

Are You Laughing At My Brother?

Happy Birthday, Luv. ✩

BLURBS.

Coming Soon…

PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST.

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FINN SHELBY MASTERLIST.

Works related to a Holiday! : ✩

SERIES.

I’ve Forgotten Who I Am.

MINI-SERIES.

I Can’t Explain, But I’ll Find A Song That Can.

ONESHOTS.

Dance With Me.

BLURBS.

Coming Soon…

PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST.

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JOHN SHELBY MASTERLIST.

Works related to a Holiday! : ✩

SERIES.

I’ve Forgotten Who I Am.

MINI-SERIES.

I Can’t Explain, But I’ll Find A Song That Can.

ONESHOTS.

Charmed. 2

I Was Born To Tell Stories.

Orphic.

How Do I Taste?

BLURBS.

1 2 3

PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST.

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THOMAS SHELBY MASTERLIST.

Works related to a Holiday! : ✩

SERIES.

I’ve Forgotten Who I Am.

MINI-SERIES.

I Can’t Explain, But I’ll Find A Song That Can.

ONESHOTS.

Sing For Me.

BLURBS.

1 2

PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST.

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ARTHUR SHELBY MASTERLIST.

Works related to a Holiday! : ✩

SERIES.

I’ve Forgotten Who I Am.

MINI-SERIES.

I Can’t Explain, But I’ll Find A Song That Can.

ONESHOTS.

Agape.

BLURBS.

1 2

PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST.