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🥰🥰🥰🥰 Hope you're well!!

Hi Nova! 🥰 I am, a bit busy but managing! How are you?

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are you going to finish new endings?

Yes! I am planning to add some more chapters but it will take some time so unfortunately I can’t tell when, because I don’t know either. But I’ll make sure it’ll continue! 🥰

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shelbys & speaking with the dead

peaky blinders 6.03 “gold” (dir. anthony byrne) // peaky blinders 6.05 “road to hell” (dir. anthony byrne)

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TOMMY SHELBY ▸ Peaky Blinders, 4.4

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peaky blinders: season 1 // The Shelby Brothers + pinky ring

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Peaky Blinders Thomas Shelby + rolled up sleeves /requested by anon

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Bonniebirddoesgifs:

John Shelby (Peaky Blinders) - Credit if using

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Thomas Shelby - Peaky Blinders - S2E6

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Thank you so much for reading, I’m glad you liked the modern twist! ❤️

It is so clear there’s so much more between them, but they’re quite stubborn 👀

Aaah thank you so much! I’m working on a second part already so I’ll make sure to tag you in it!

Before the Lights Go Out

Modern John Shelby x female reader

A/N: It's been way too long and I missed every single one of you so much! I came up with this angsty story of a modern John with a few twists here and there. Might become a multiple part story but we'll see how it goes!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, lingering threat.

Word count: 1,071

The black Range Rover rolls to a slow stop in front of her. The engine goes quiet before the door opens.

He doesn’t rush. He never has. Like he owns time itself. John steps out in a tailored black coat, cigarette balanced between fingers that have seen more than their share of smoke and blood, and that infuriating Shelby confidence painted across his face like armor.

“26 minutes.” She taps her red manicured nails on the expensive watch that John once gifted her.

“That watch’s still ticking? Guess some things don’t fall apart.” A small grin appears on his face. Before she can breathe, he’s leaning in, brushing a kiss over her cheek. A habit that he forgot to break. She doesn't flinch, the gesture does not move anything within her.

He takes a step back to look at her. The black shades covering her eyes, her face giving him little to read. The wind tugging at her hair, pulling loose strands across her face.

“I almost didn’t come.” She says finally, not looking at him but keeping an eye on their surroundings.

“I know.” His voice is rougher now. “I wouldn’t blame you if you hadn’t.” He continues while flicking his cigarette, sending sparks to the concrete.

She nods lightly. The silence between them is heavy, filled with things unsaid. She knows he's leaving, the word reached her yesterday. A job gone south, people aiming for blood and whispers of a bounty that’s no longer just talk.

“Why here?” She asks coldly, breaking the silence. He looks around before moving to the entrance of the building. “You know why.” He answers before opening the door for her. “Ladies first.”

She rolls her eyes before entering and making her way to the rooftop with John.

Faint sounds of the city reach them, cars roaming the streets, faint sounds of glasses clinking, music somewhere playing below. The pulse of a city that will keep beating long after he's gone.

“Where are you going?” She wonders, as they stand at the rail. The wind pulling on their coats. John shrugs. “Somewhere they don't know my face. Somewhere warm.”

She lifts her sunglasses, eyes sharp and unguarded for the first time. “Taking anyone with you?” He glances at her for a minute. “Just me.”

“I wanted to see you.” He admits. “That’s the thing, John. You always want to see me when it’s too late.” She returned bitterly but still trying to hide her annoyance.

“I thought maybe…” He continues, finally daring to say something he didn't want to admit in the first place. “Maybe you’d ask me to stay.” He finishes before getting his pack of cigarettes out of his coat and lighting one.

She laughs humorlessly, shrugging her head in the process. “And I thought maybe you’d try without needing me to ask.” She turns her head to watch the city lights.

He exhales the smoke, parting his lips in order to say something but nothing is coming. None that matter, nothing that would make a change. So he chooses to watch the same city lights as her instead.

The wind picks up as they're stood in silence once again. Long enough until the city begins to feel too loud.

“Why did you come?” He wonders, turning his head slightly to look at her as she does the same. “I came to make sure you’re not faking it for sympathy.”

He let out a sharp breath through his nose, meant to be a scoff, but catching it halfway into a chuckle. The sound of it, earns a small smile of herself.

“I’m faking it so badly that even I almost believed it.” He grins before taking another drag of his cigarette. There it was, a crack in the armor. Her smiles widens a bit more before shaking her head again. “But really,” He starts. “Why did you come?”

She holds his gaze for a moment, thinking about her answer. “Because I was never good at leaving you behind.” It was the most honest thing she had said to him in years. And it was the truth because even after everything, she can’t quite stomach the thought of him bleeding out alone.

He nods slowly, exhaling the smoke. “Neither was I.”

“Are you so sure about that?” She raises her eyebrows. “I am.” He answered. “Hm.” She hummed softly, not satisfied with his answer.

After a few glances at the streets below them, she turns to him once again. Her voice softer than before. “You've got people following you.” She notices as she let her eyes wander the streets once more for a few seconds. He nods his head, crushing his cigarette under his foot. “Yeah, I figured they wouldn't be stupid enough to hit me tonight.”

She cocks her head slightly. “Because you're with me?”

“No.”

“Do they know we're here?” She questions, narrowing her eyes a bit.

“Probably, but this place? Too exposed.” He explains. “So you're using me as a bait?” Her voice sharpens.

“No.” He steps closer, his voice quieter now. “I just wanted to see you before it all blows up. In case...”

“In case you don’t make it out.” She sighs softly. He nods. His hand brushes hers briefly, before she pulls away.

She steps back, taking a deep breath while wrestling with the truth, each thought pulling her in a different direction.

“If they come for me, I’ll handle it.” She assures him. “But if you survive this, John, you don’t get to walk back into my life like you always do.”

He nods again, slower this time. “I know.”

“And if you don’t…” She hesitates while exhaling sharply. “Then I’ll make sure they don’t forget who you were.”

That’s as close as she’ll ever get to saying I still love you.

She adjusts her coat before giving him a short nod. “Please take care of yourself this time. For once.”

He smiles, the gesture not reaching his eyes. “I'll try.”

If he could he would've stopped the time, even if it was for 5 more minutes, but all he can do is watch her turn away and disappear into the night.

And above the city, John stands alone, fully aware that this night could be the last time anyone sees him alive.

Because the threat wasn’t a maybe. It's real.

And it's closing in.

Tagging some people who might like it, obviously no pressure to read it if it's not your cup of tea! @brummiereader @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings @zablife @runnning-outof-time @justrainandcoffee @novashelby

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Ooh I like the vibe of something futuristic! That would be really awesome!

There are a lot of threats but it won’t stop at threats alone 👀

I’m already working on the next part so you’ll find out more very soon 🫢

Thanks for reading Flor! ❤️

Before the Lights Go Out

Modern John Shelby x female reader

A/N: It's been way too long and I missed every single one of you so much! I came up with this angsty story of a modern John with a few twists here and there. Might become a multiple part story but we'll see how it goes!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, lingering threat.

Word count: 1,070

The black Range Rover rolls to a slow stop in front of her. The engine goes quiet before the door opens.

He doesn’t rush. He never has. Like he owns time itself. John steps out in a tailored black coat, cigarette balanced between fingers that have seen more than their share of smoke and blood, and that infuriating Shelby confidence painted across his face like armor.

"26 minutes." She taps her red manicured nails on the expensive watch that John once gifted her.

“That watch’s still ticking? Guess some things don’t fall apart.” A small grin appears on his face. Before she can breathe, he’s leaning in, brushing a kiss over her cheek. A habit that he forgot to break. She doesn't flinch, the gesture does not move anything within her.

He takes a step back to look at her. The black shades covering her eyes, her face giving him little to read. The wind tugging at her hair, pulling loose strands across her face.

“I almost didn’t come,” she says finally, not looking at him but keeping an eye on their surroundings.

“I know.” His voice is rougher now. “I wouldn’t blame you if you hadn’t.” He continues while flicking his cigarette, sending sparks to the concrete.

She nods lightly. The silence between them is heavy, filled with things unsaid. She knows he's leaving, the word reached her yesterday. A job gone south, people aiming for blood and whispers of a bounty that’s no longer just talk.

"Why here?" She asks coldly, breaking the silence. He looks around before moving to the entrance of the building. "You know why." He answers before opening the door for her. "Ladies first."

She rolls her eyes before entering and making her way to the rooftop with John.

Faint sounds of the city reach them, cars roaming the streets, faint sounds of glasses clinking, music somewhere playing below. The pulse of a city that will keep beating long after he's gone.

"Where are you going?" She wonders, as they stand at the rail. The wind pulling on their coats. John shrugs. "Somewhere they don't know my face. Somewhere warm."

She lifts her sunglasses, eyes sharp and unguarded for the first time. "Taking anyone with you?" He glances at her for a minute. "Just me."

"I wanted to see you." He admits. "That’s the thing, John. You always want to see me when it’s too late.” She returned bitterly but still trying to hide her annoyance.

“I thought maybe…” He continues, finally daring to say something he didn't want to admit in the first place. “Maybe you’d ask me to stay.” He finishes before getting his pack of cigarettes out of his coat and lighting one.

She laughs humorlessly, shrugging her head in the process. "And I thought maybe you’d try without needing me to ask.” She turns her head to watch the city lights.

He exhales the smoke, parting his lips in order to say something but nothing is coming. None that matter, nothing that would make a change. So he chooses to watch the same city lights as her instead.

The wind picks up as they're stood in silence once again. Long enough until the city begins to feel too loud.

"Why did you come?" He wonders, turning his head slightly to look at her as she does the same. “I came to make sure you’re not faking it for sympathy.”

He let out a sharp breath through his nose, meant to be a scoff, but catching it halfway into a chuckle. The sound of it, earns a small smile of herself.

"I’m faking it so badly that even I almost believed it.” He grins before taking another drag of his cigarette. There it was, a crack in the armor. Her smiles widens a bit more before shaking her head again. "But really," He starts. "Why did you come?"

She holds his gaze for a moment, thinking about her answer. “Because I never was good at leaving you behind.” It was the most honest thing she had said to him in years. And it was the truth because even after everything, she can’t quite stomach the thought of him bleeding out alone.

He nods slowly, exhaling the smoke. “Neither was I.”

"Are you so sure about that?" She raises her eyebrows. "I am." He answered. "Hm." She hummed softly, not satisfied with his answer.

After a few glances at the streets below them, she turns to him once again. Her voice softer than before. "You've got people following you." She notices as she let her eyes wander the streets again for a few seconds. He nods his head, crushing his cigarette under his foot. "Yeah, I figured they wouldn't be stupid enough to hit me tonight."

She cocks her head slightly. "Because you're with me?"

"No."

"Do they know we're here?" She questions, narrowing her eyes a bit.

"Probably, but this place? Too exposed." He explains. "So you're using me as a bait?" Her voice sharpens.

“No.” He steps closer, his voice quieter now. “I just wanted to see you before it all blows up. In case..."

“In case you don’t make it out.” She sighs softly. He nods. His hand brushes hers briefly, before she pulls away.

She steps back, taking a deep breath while wrestling with the truth, each thought pulling her in a different direction.

“If they come for me, I’ll handle it,” She tells him. “But if you survive this, John, you don’t get to walk back into my life like you always do.”

He nods again, slower this time. “I know.”

“And if you don’t…” She hesitates while exhaling sharply. “Then I’ll make sure they don’t forget who you were.”

That’s as close as she’ll ever get to saying I still love you.

She adjusts her coat before giving him a short nod. "Please take care of yourself this time. For once."

He smiles, the gesture not reaching his eyes. "I'll try."

If he could he would've stopped the time, even if it was for 5 more minutes, but all he can do is watch her turn away and disappear into the night.

And above the city, John stands alone, fully aware that this night could be the last time anyone sees him alive.

Because the threat wasn’t a maybe. It's real.

And it's closing in.

Tagging some people who might like it, obviously no pressure to read it if it's not your cup of tea! @brummiereader @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings @zablife @runnning-outof-time @justrainandcoffee @novashelby

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JOHN SHELBY ▸ Peaky Blinders, 1.6

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Oh my gosh, Daisy! Are you back? I just saw someone reblogging you on my dash and had to sprint to your blog to see. Hope you’re doing well love, xxx

Alex! I am! I’ve missed you all so muuuch. I’m doing well. How have you been? 🥰

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Before the Lights Go Out

Modern John Shelby x female reader

A/N: It's been way too long and I missed every single one of you so much! I came up with this angsty story of a modern John with a few twists here and there. Might become a multiple part story but we'll see how it goes!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, lingering threat.

Word count: 1,071

The black Range Rover rolls to a slow stop in front of her. The engine goes quiet before the door opens.

He doesn’t rush. He never has. Like he owns time itself. John steps out in a tailored black coat, cigarette balanced between fingers that have seen more than their share of smoke and blood, and that infuriating Shelby confidence painted across his face like armor.

“26 minutes.” She taps her red manicured nails on the expensive watch that John once gifted her.

“That watch’s still ticking? Guess some things don’t fall apart.” A small grin appears on his face. Before she can breathe, he’s leaning in, brushing a kiss over her cheek. A habit that he forgot to break. She doesn't flinch, the gesture does not move anything within her.

He takes a step back to look at her. The black shades covering her eyes, her face giving him little to read. The wind tugging at her hair, pulling loose strands across her face.

“I almost didn’t come.” She says finally, not looking at him but keeping an eye on their surroundings.

“I know.” His voice is rougher now. “I wouldn’t blame you if you hadn’t.” He continues while flicking his cigarette, sending sparks to the concrete.

She nods lightly. The silence between them is heavy, filled with things unsaid. She knows he's leaving, the word reached her yesterday. A job gone south, people aiming for blood and whispers of a bounty that’s no longer just talk.

“Why here?” She asks coldly, breaking the silence. He looks around before moving to the entrance of the building. “You know why.” He answers before opening the door for her. “Ladies first.”

She rolls her eyes before entering and making her way to the rooftop with John.

Faint sounds of the city reach them, cars roaming the streets, faint sounds of glasses clinking, music somewhere playing below. The pulse of a city that will keep beating long after he's gone.

“Where are you going?” She wonders, as they stand at the rail. The wind pulling on their coats. John shrugs. “Somewhere they don't know my face. Somewhere warm.”

She lifts her sunglasses, eyes sharp and unguarded for the first time. “Taking anyone with you?” He glances at her for a minute. “Just me.”

“I wanted to see you.” He admits. “That’s the thing, John. You always want to see me when it’s too late.” She returned bitterly but still trying to hide her annoyance.

“I thought maybe…” He continues, finally daring to say something he didn't want to admit in the first place. “Maybe you’d ask me to stay.” He finishes before getting his pack of cigarettes out of his coat and lighting one.

She laughs humorlessly, shrugging her head in the process. “And I thought maybe you’d try without needing me to ask.” She turns her head to watch the city lights.

He exhales the smoke, parting his lips in order to say something but nothing is coming. None that matter, nothing that would make a change. So he chooses to watch the same city lights as her instead.

The wind picks up as they're stood in silence once again. Long enough until the city begins to feel too loud.

“Why did you come?” He wonders, turning his head slightly to look at her as she does the same. “I came to make sure you’re not faking it for sympathy.”

He let out a sharp breath through his nose, meant to be a scoff, but catching it halfway into a chuckle. The sound of it, earns a small smile of herself.

“I’m faking it so badly that even I almost believed it.” He grins before taking another drag of his cigarette. There it was, a crack in the armor. Her smiles widens a bit more before shaking her head again. “But really,” He starts. “Why did you come?”

She holds his gaze for a moment, thinking about her answer. “Because I was never good at leaving you behind.” It was the most honest thing she had said to him in years. And it was the truth because even after everything, she can’t quite stomach the thought of him bleeding out alone.

He nods slowly, exhaling the smoke. “Neither was I.”

“Are you so sure about that?” She raises her eyebrows. “I am.” He answered. “Hm.” She hummed softly, not satisfied with his answer.

After a few glances at the streets below them, she turns to him once again. Her voice softer than before. “You've got people following you.” She notices as she let her eyes wander the streets once more for a few seconds. He nods his head, crushing his cigarette under his foot. “Yeah, I figured they wouldn't be stupid enough to hit me tonight.”

She cocks her head slightly. “Because you're with me?”

“No.”

“Do they know we're here?” She questions, narrowing her eyes a bit.

“Probably, but this place? Too exposed.” He explains. “So you're using me as a bait?” Her voice sharpens.

“No.” He steps closer, his voice quieter now. “I just wanted to see you before it all blows up. In case...”

“In case you don’t make it out.” She sighs softly. He nods. His hand brushes hers briefly, before she pulls away.

She steps back, taking a deep breath while wrestling with the truth, each thought pulling her in a different direction.

“If they come for me, I’ll handle it.” She assures him. “But if you survive this, John, you don’t get to walk back into my life like you always do.”

He nods again, slower this time. “I know.”

“And if you don’t…” She hesitates while exhaling sharply. “Then I’ll make sure they don’t forget who you were.”

That’s as close as she’ll ever get to saying I still love you.

She adjusts her coat before giving him a short nod. “Please take care of yourself this time. For once.”

He smiles, the gesture not reaching his eyes. “I'll try.”

If he could he would've stopped the time, even if it was for 5 more minutes, but all he can do is watch her turn away and disappear into the night.

And above the city, John stands alone, fully aware that this night could be the last time anyone sees him alive.

Because the threat wasn’t a maybe. It's real.

And it's closing in.

Tagging some people who might like it, obviously no pressure to read it if it's not your cup of tea! @brummiereader @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings @zablife @runnning-outof-time @justrainandcoffee @novashelby

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It's so nice seeing your name pop back on my dash. I hope you're well. 🥰❤️

Nova! It’s so good to see you too! How have you been? Big huuug ❤️🥰

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Hope life's treating you well, Daisy ❤️. Miss you!

Hiiii lovely Brummie ❤️

I’ve missed you too! I would’ve loved to say that things are going great but I’m a bit struggling the last few months. Nothing too serious but just my body telling me that I might’ve done a little too much and that I should choose me more than I did before.

But it’s getting better and I’m slowly trying to get back on here because I’ve missed writing, reading and above all; my moots so much!

How are you doing? 🥰

Big huuuuug 💕

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Uh oh… i know now that Santa really exists 😳

Oh Santa Shelby made me very curious, so I can’t wait to find out if I’m naughty or nice 👀

❌ NAUGHTY: Shouldn't you be working, instead of surfing the web during office hours... NAUGHTY LIST FOR YOU!

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Naughty or Nice?

Tommy is burdened with the knowledge of this year's naughty and nice list. If you're wondering which category you fall into, send an ask and I'll be happy to share 🤭