#(also i love peaky blinders so much; with all my soul)

[lukesfrag]

Me and my bros going to defend Sam/Jared from haters:

[greatlydelirious]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞

Peaky Blinders x F!Reader

What [blank] Dicks Look Like Masterlist

summary: “An extremely detailed description of different Peaky Blinders dicks.” Hex Color Codes, predictions of exact measurements, what sex would be like; basically, I went crazy with it once again.

warnings: pure debauchery, very much my own opinion

Arthur Shelby:

Height - 5′ 9″ (1.75m)

Body Type - Lean, Taut Muscles 

Tip - #EEA091

Shaft - #FACCB0

Length - 6.4in (16.25cm)

Girth - 5.8in (14.73cm)

Details - Uncircumcised, hair is trimmed, one especially sensitive, one especially thick vein on the topside of his shaft near the base. Low balls.

Arthur has very well-rounded sex appeal. His cock is the perfect length, thickness, and a pretty color; he’s a nice height and his build is strong enough to carry you while also being a sight for soar eyes. This old dog has the stamina of a young man. Which in his case is a blessing and a curse because of all the trouble he gets himself into. 

When Arthur first saw you, it was like an angel came down from the heavens to grace him with its presence. He’s the type of man to think you can fix him and maybe you can. Not in all aspects but some. Arthur will always be boiling with violence and anger but the aura you give off when you’re around him calms his wild soul.

Say what you will, when Arthur falls in love with you, he falls IN LOVE with you. No more whores and still some but significantly less snow. Although he will need a good bit of convincing to stay home with you and not go out to the pub. The best tactic is to use your puppy eyes and pretty pout while wearing one of your thin nightgowns. Gets Arthur to his knees every time without fail.

He doesn’t necessarily have a daddy kink, but he has a thing for showering you with affection and whispering sweet words through his gruff voice.

“Come on sweetheart. Let good ol’ Arthur treat that pretty pussy of yours.”

Definitely loves eating you out the most. Arthur will always have a seat reserved for you on his face. His mustache tickles and his stubble gives a delicious bite that perfectly laces with the pleasure he is giving you with his skilled tongue. He moans into your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. Arthur tells you that you taste better than any liquor he’s ever drowned himself in.

Arthur has an unspoken praise kink. The way he groans and his cock throbs when you tell him how wonderful he makes you feel is all the evidence you need. All he wants to be is a good man. You have no problems with telling him as much. Especially he groans from deep in his chest and buries his face in your neck to leave sloppy kisses whenever you call him a “good boy”.

Despite his violent tendencies and strong emotions, Arthur will lavish you with sweetness. He may need extra reassurance, but how could you deny him when his favorite thing to do is sit by the fire with his head buried in your lap? (His second favorite thing to do is fuck you bent over the couch by the fire with his balls slapping your clit from the intensity of his thrusts.)

Tommy Shelby:

Height - 5′ 8″ (1.72m)

Body Type - Wide, Strong

Tip - #F5B2A8

Shaft - #FAD1BB

Length - 7.5in (19.05cm)

Girth - 5.2in (13.20cm)

Details - Uncircumcised, clean-shaven, thin veins that are a deep purple on his shaft. Tilts upward, balls sit high.

Tommy Shelby is a possessive, all-consuming force of a man. He doesn’t just simply date you but owns your body and soul. Property. His property. It’s not as crude as it sounds when you put into perspective what he means by that single word. You’re his to take care of, nurture, own, and cherish. You’re not easily replaceable or easy to let go. Not that he ever would. The thought of another man laying a finger on you makes his jaw clench and blood boil.

Sometimes you like to test his patience and resolve though. Tommy leaves you by your lonesome for so long that you begin to become bratty. You’ll talk back, give him the cold shoulder, or even flirt with someone in his office. Big mistake.

“Need I remind you of your place? I have no qualms fuckin’ the attitude right out of you, love.”

Tommy will bend you over his lap in his office to deal out punishment. He doesn’t care that there are people outside and the door is unlocked, you need to learn that testing his patience never ends nicely for anybody (if you acquiesce fervently enough, you’re usually the exception).

Cock-warming under his desk and on his lap are his guiltiest pleasures. On more than one occasion Tommy has gone through a meeting with his huge cock stuffed down your throat. He doesn’t falter on a single word; even when drool slides down his shaft as you struggle to swallow around his thickness. The second the person leaves his hands dive into your hair to fuck your mouth. Other times when you keep whining about not getting enough attention Tommy will sit in his chair with you impaled on his cock while he works. It doesn’t matter how much you mewl for him to move. You’ll cum get to cum when he says you can.

“Good girl… take all of it. Such a lovely tight cunt.”

Tommy is the KING of dirty talk. The things he whispers huskily in your ear are absolutely filthy. He wants to make sure you know how much he wants you. Words, touches, and gifts are never lacking when you’re with Tommy. Anything is never too much for his girl.

He secretly loves when you take charge in and out of the bedroom. There’s an authoritative side of you that comes out in serious situations. The night Tommy saw you beat a man bloody for coming onto a woman who kept telling pushing the man away, he had no doubt in his mind that he loved you. Heated arguments end with Tommy on his back with you riding him with your hands wrapped around his neck. Sometimes he liked giving the burdens of control to someone else for at least a night.

Being with Tommy is dangerous, but the pros far outweigh the cons. Thankfully because of his reputation every single person in Birmingham knows better than to mess with you. The bolder few will quickly face the end of Tommy’s gun.

John Shelby:

Height - 5′ 11″ (1.80m)

Body Type - Muscular

Tip - #EFB0B0

Shaft - #F3C8B1

Length - 6.1in (15.49cm)

Girth - 5.0in (12.7cm)

Details - Uncircumcised, clean-shaven, very smooth, and even-toned. Tilts to the right.

He’s the youngest and the funniest of the Shelby brothers by a long shot. He’ll drink you under the table but he’ll also carry you home and help take care of your raging hangover the next day. John and your marriage is by far the healthiest and the happiest out of everyone. It’s like you both are stuck in the honeymoon phase.

“You like when I fill you with my cum, baby?” Each tease is whispered affectionately and through a gentle smirk. “My lovely wife is such a whore for her husband’s cock.”

You truly are though. Any chance you get your throwing yourself into John’s arms (the feeling is wholeheartedly mutual). The man will pin you onto any available wall and fuck the sense out of you. Anytime you’re drunk he can’t resist the pretty blush that spread across your cheeks and the way you practically melt into him. It doesn’t take long for you to lose all inhibitions when it comes to a quickie in the alleyway next to The Garrison.

John has a very vocal breeding kink. Every time he fills you with his cock, he groans about how he’s going to pump you full of his cum and make you his forever. Nothing turns him on more than stuffing any cum that leaks from your pussy back into you with his fingers. It’s primal and sloppy, yet strangle intimate at the same time.

It doesn’t take long for you to get pregnant but when you do, John finds you even more attractive. No matter how many kids you have together, your husband is insatiable for you. Tommy often jokes that the two of you, “fuck like rabbits”. A true statement when you always seem to be knocked up.

His favorite position is the mating press for obvious reasons. Not only does the position bottom out his sizeable cock in your pussy, but it leaves you at his mercy. John is so tall and muscular that it makes you feel tiny under him. Youngest does not mean weakest. Not by a long shot.

You’re the reason for John to get up and fight to strengthen the family name every day. Although it’s not always so serious. John has a charming sense of humor that has you giggling like you’re a young girl again. Want to settle down and have a family with a husband who adores you more than anything else? John Shelby is the man to be with.

Michael Gray:

Height - 5′ 7″ (1.70m)

Body Type - Lean

Tip - #DF968B

Shaft - #EBC1AA

Length - 5.7in (14.47cm)

Girth - 4.6in (11.68cm)

Details - Uncircumcised, hair is trimmed, grower not a shower. Sits pretty straight when erect, if not slightly down.

Talk about being two completely different people. Michael is an entirely different man when it’s just the two of you. He’s sweetly seductive and it’s a toss-up for who truly had the power in the relationship. Although in the bedroom Michael is very dominant. You give him a sense of power he doesn’t have in the Peaky Blinders.

The man has a corruption kink he wasn’t even aware he had before meeting you. He was enamored by your innocence when he met you at another dull socialite party. When during your conversation he makes a salacious comment to you and you respond by saying you’ve never laid with a man before, his cock instantly grows uncomfortably hard in his nice trousers.

Despite his extreme attraction toward you he’ll “wine and dine” you first. Michael will take you to fancy dinners and shows and let you know the facets of his job. He woos you with gifts and tender nights in his bed. Whatever it takes to make you his, he will do it.

“Tell me, love. Do you enjoy having me wrapped around that pretty finger of yours?” Loves to say this while kissing each one of your knuckles and losing himself in your eyes.

It’s the truth. You’re the only person whose interests outweigh his own. He knows your nature. He sees the twin flame burning in your soul that calls out for you to be near him, to be claimed by him.

Michael loves to dress you up. Whenever you need to get ready for an event Michael will pick out your dress and accessories and help you put them on. His hands always linger while they trail across your skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses in their wake. You’re the envy of every man and woman wherever he takes you with your arm draped in his.

He has a thing for fucking you while you only wear high heels, pantyhose, and expensive jewelry. To him you’re perfection. Michael loves watching a proper lady like yourself become a droopy-eyed mess on his cock. All because of him and no one else. You make Michael feel special like he’s a capable man.

Teasing is commonplace in the bedroom. Michael likes to push you to the edge of desire before pulling you back. He needs to hear you beg for it. More often than not you’ll find yourself bent over a hard surface with Michael pounding into you like a beast, grunting like one too.

Michael is eager to prove himself and his strength, but it’s all because he wants to give you the best life possible.

Alfie Solomons:

Height - 5′ 9″ (1.75m)

Body Type - Muscular Dad Bod 

Tip - #D99792

Shaft - #E7BAA8

Length - 6.8in (17.27cm)

Girth - 6.3in (16.00cm)

Details - Circumcised (he’s Jewish), unkempt like his beard while being only slightly trimmed, thick raised veins on his shaft. Tilts to the upward, huge balls.

Alfie is an aggressive lover in all facets of your relationship. He’s aggressive in the sense that he often yells passionately in an argument about your safety which leads to rough sex on the closest surface he can get you.

“If anyone even slightly raises their voice to you, I’ll cut their cunty tongue out and feed it to their fuckin’ dog, yeah?”

The man has the mouth of a sailor, the rants of a madman, the aggression of a wild animal, the intellect of an ambitious businessman, and the cock of a God. Equal parts thick and long, Alfie stretches you full and leaves an aching reminder of his cock for a week.

He may not soften his words in the slightest, but he does say sweet sentiments to you very often. When you both are alone, whether that be on a walk with Cyril (who absolutely adores you), at home, or in his office, Alfie likes to gently hold your hand. Alfie will stroke your cheek with his thumb before moving down to take your hand in his, marveling at how small you are compared to him, how fragile. The thought makes his heart lurch and ache in a way no one was able to do in years.

“What on God’s green bloody earth did I do to get such a beautiful thing like you in my fuckin’ bed.”

What he did was charm your panties off. You met Alfie when he came into his office after seeing an advert in the newspaper by a bakery that needed a female baker. The real bakery that actually sold white and brown bread. He still remembers every detail of the pretty pink dress you were wearing and the way you smiled when you reached a gloved hand out to introduce yourself. Maybe you were the real charmer between the two of you. It’s safe to say Alfie was smitten with you the second his eyes landed on your innocent face.

A face that he loves so much that he only fucks you in positions where he can see it. Missionary and cowgirl are Alfie’s personal favorites. The way your tits bounce and face scrunches when his cock is buried in you makes the man an absolute wreck. Think he curses too much during the day? In the bedroom, he is unhinged, loud, and curses enough to even make a mobster blush.

Another pussy eating king. Alfie likes to hoist your legs over his broad shoulders and watch you from between your legs while he eats you out. His facial hair intensifies the fevered pace in which he sucks your pussy and his nose rubs against your clit to give you toe-curling friction.

At the end of the day, Alfie loves you more than anything and will never hesitate to protect you. No questions asked. One time he beat a man bloody with his cane just because he was standing to you a little too close while flirting with you. He respects your autonomy, but no one should even as much as look at his woman funny.

Luca Changretta:

Height - 6′ 1″ (1.85m)

Body Type - Lanky, Taut Muscles

Tip - #FEBFAE

Shaft - #FFD4B7

Length - 7.8in (19.81cm)

Girth - 5.1in (12.95cm)

Details - Uncircumcised, hair is trimmed and slightly curly, has one thick vein that runs along the underside of his shaft and a couple blue hued thin ones. Hangs low.

I WANT THIS MAN SO BAD, HE IS SO-

Fate had you thrown into Luca Changretta’s world after he came to your shop to have a dress made for his mother. By the time you finish it, Luca gets not only a nice gift but a woman to call his. You’re the type of girl to take home to mom and to say his mother loves you is an understatement. He thinks your heaven-sent, the Beatrice to his Dante. Luca will not hesitate to travel through the depths of hell to get you.

Power and daddy kink to the MAX. Luca needs the power dynamic in your relationship. He needs to be the one to pay for your pretty outfits and nice apartment nestled in a secret corner of the city. He needs you to rely on him. That’s not to say he stops you from making dresses or having your own friends. One of his men will just be following you from a distance the whole time you’re out. Luca is just the type of man to give in to all your whims while only asking for your company and affection in return.

“My spoiled little principessa... show Daddy just how much you missed him.”

Luca isn’t the type of man to rush into things. That not only applies to his mentality in the mob but in his sex life. He loves a soft, slow blowjob. His hands thread through your hair not to dictate your moves but to message your scalp tenderly as you take his cock so beautifully. Each slow drag of your lips along his shaft makes a satisfied rumbling noise emanate from Luca’s chest. His eyes never leave you for a second. He’s hypnotized by the way your eyebrows slightly pinch when his long cock slips down your throat and the way your thighs clamp shut to soothe the ache of your own arousal from sucking him off.

He loves when you ride him on the couch but it often devolves into him fucking up into you from the bottom. Luca is always in control. Another position he loves is missionary with your legs folded so your shoulders are near your ears. The angle of your hips helps his impossibly long cock bottom out in your tight pussy. Luca wants you to be completely consumed by him, filled to a point where all you can do is moan his name like a prayer.

Intimacy is extremely important. Your lips are practically locked together while he is fucking you. The only time he pulls back is so he can look down at his soaked cock disappearing into your pussy. The man is obsessed with you. Every noise and expression you make, every touch you give, every word you say drives Luca mad.

He ALWAYS leaves a wet, reverent kiss on your pussy before fucking you. It’s his thing. Luca wants you to understand that he doesn’t just fuck you, but makes raw, unadulterated love to you.

Luca has men stationed outside your apartment at all times. Nothing is too much when it comes to your safety. He’s a family man through and through. Luca will make you his wife after going through the proper channels and will make it his mission to get you pregnant. He’ll pump you full of his cum until you’re a whining mess. Afterward, he likes to lay in bed with you wrapped in his arms and his cock buried in your pussy.

You’re his just as much as he’s yours. In simple terms, you’re what’s going to hurt him the most.

Oswald Mosley:

Height - 5′ 11″ (1.80m)

Body Type - Defined Muscles

Tip - #DE847E

Shaft - #E9BDA0

Length - 6.5in (16.51cm)

Girth - 4.9in (12.44cm)

Details - Uncircumcised, clean-shaven, thick tip. Tilts to the left, hefty yet nicely rounded balls.

No description for obvious reasons.

Any and all interactions are greatly appreciated.

a/n: People LOVE to fight me on height, but I looked up each and every actor’s height for this so it is what it is! When you look at the brothers together it’s actually pretty obvious that John is taller than the other two.

[red-riding-wood]

Hi! :) first of all, I love your blog and your writing is amazing!

I'm obsessed with peaky blinders for years now and i would love to request a fic about arthur shelby (cause he's my comfort character :') is it possible that you write a fic/imagine about him and a younger female reader (in her early 20s) that had a traumatic past and as a result resorted to unhealthy coping mechanisms (hurting herself, drinking,.etc.). Arthur and her are dating, he gets more and more protective over her cause he wants to keep her safe and as they get more intimate with each other (smut) and he notices her scars etc., he tries to make her feel more comfortable by praising her. So a mix of feelings, smut and a slight power dynamic (arthur is more dominant/caring and the reader is a little insecure). I hope that makes sense!

Also, if the topics make you uncomfortable/you don't like to write about said things, i can totally understand that you turn my request down. :)

~sending you positive vibes ! ♡

Ruined

moodboard by @shelbydelrey

Arthur Shelby x F!Reader I Peaky Blinders

Warnings: smut, mentions of self harm and scars, allusions to past sexual assault, angst, reader has body issues

WC: 2415

AN: Thank you so much for the request and the support, anon! It means so much to me and I'm SO sorry it's taken me so long to get this written. You've been in my thoughts a lot and I hope you're doing well! Actually was holding onto this one for a little while, too, because I didn't think the smut was very good, but I'll give myself a break because it's been a while since I've written anything spicy. Also, apologies for cutting it short; it was getting to be quite a long oneshot. I hope you like it!

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“He wasn’t even looking at me, Arthur.”

“Nah, Y/N, you didn’t see him. I’ve seen enough bad men in my life to know he was up to no good,” Arthur disputed, aggressively hanging his overcoat on the rack.

You sighed, and closed the gap between the two of you; your hands went to the stubble of his cheek, and you sought his gaze with your own.

“Arthur,” you said, softer this time. “Just because I…” Your words hitched in your throat, your tongue bound from speaking of the assault as if admitting it would make it real. “… just because I’ve been hurt in the past doesn’t mean it’s going to happen again.”

Under your touch, he settled, if only slightly; it had been proven, time and time again, to tame the beast inside him. But his chest still heaved, and with a gentle finger you wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.

“Arthur,” you said again to ground him, as his gaze began to wander anywhere but your face. “I hate seeing you like this, picking fights everywhere you go.”

Sometimes you wondered if you had made him worse. Ever since you’d started dating the eldest Shelby brother, he’d found more and more excuses to punch or bludgeon whoever looked at you the wrong way. Though your touch may have soothed him, your existence only stoked the fire that burned bright in his damaged soul.

“What am I supposed to do, then, eh?” he said, exhaustion working its way past the thorns of his tone, and his forehead brushed yours, unruly locks of brown hair tickling your lashes. 

You inhaled his scent – the sharp spice of his aftershave, the sweat of his ire, the musk that was so uniquely him that you couldn’t help but feel at home each time you breathed it. Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you cocked your head at him slightly as an idea formed in your head.

“Maybe some kind of…” You drew a finger from his jaw down the bare of his chest before it disappeared beneath his shirt, and you swallowed as your heart beat faster against your ribs. “… physical therapy?”

Winter-blue eyes clouded in lust, and his Adam’s apple bobbed along his throat. Despite seeing him for a while, the two of you hadn’t gone all the way yet, but it wasn’t that you didn’t want him, or didn’t trust him. You had always been afraid that, when he saw the scars on your flesh, he would discard you for another young woman who didn’t ruin her body.

Ruined, indeed, you thought, with a bitter jolt in your chest. Your eyes lowered from his winter blues so that he wouldn’t see the self-hatred in your eyes.

“Now, don’t tempt me with that, love.” His breath fanned the hair from the side of your face as his hand slid from your shoulder down to your hip. “That somethin’ you want?”

Repressing your anxiety and your sullenness, you drew closer to him, pressing yourself against the heat of his body as you tried to formulate a verbal response.

“Hm?” His fingers tipped your chin back up to look him in his eye.

You nodded, biting your lip as your hips connected and you felt him hard beneath his trousers.

“Yes,” you breathed.      

“C’mere, then,” he growled playfully, his hands scooping your legs up. You wrapped your thighs around his waist for balance, and you chimed out a giggle as he carried you to his bedroom.

Though you knew he tried to be gentle, he practically threw you down on the bed, but you didn’t mind. A puff of air escaped your lungs and you sank into the mattress, your head spinning and heat pooling between your legs. Your pointed toe ran down his waist, not wanting to part from him even for the seconds it took for him to shed his shirt. You tried to prop yourself on your elbows to get a better look, biting your lip. A grin stretched apart his lips as he looked down at you, undoing his belt. And he said, with that gravel in his tone that you’d come to adore,

“Going somewhere, love?”     

You shook your head, but you managed to sit up, your breaths cast across his navel as you looked up at him from bright, playful eyes. “Not without you.”

Your fingers ghosted over his, knuckles rough against the softness of your palms. They stilled, and you pried them from his belt, your index slipping between the hem of his trousers and the heat of his flesh, your heart skipping a beat when you felt the coarseness of his hair.

Arthur’s breath hitched in his chest as you rose, on your knees, to place kisses along the ridge of his collarbone, tasting his sweat on the tongue you dragged down his clavicle to the center of his chest. An animalistic groan rumbled beneath your lips as you cast his belt aside and tugged the buttons from his trousers.

“Seems I’m not the only eager one,” he rasped as his fingers wove through your hair, seeming to light a trail of fire from the nape of your neck to your scalp and sending a shudder through every nerve of your body. For a brief moment, you stiffened, the sensation of his fingers tightening around your hair familiar to you in a way that had once been most vile but, in this moment, you were most ashamed to find thrilling. You reminded yourself that he wasn’t pulling as hard, and that at any moment if you asked him to stop he would. You reminded yourself that this time it was Arthur. And it was okay for it to feel good.

Heat suffused your cheeks at his words, and you cast a small moan just above the hem of his trousers, having worked your way down in loving kisses. His hand loosed from your hair, and his other came around to tilt your chin back up to look at him, hair flopping in front of those lustful eyes and the light of the chandelier framing his head in a halo, like he was some kind of fallen angel.

“As I much as I want you to continue…” he said, voice coming out ragged. “… I want to see what we’re dealing with.” His fingers ran along the outline of your breasts beneath your shirt, another shiver passing through you as his thumb brushed a pert nipple.

“I want to see you, love,” he said, thumb dragging down to the lip of your breast, your heart rate increasing the further he explored. You wanted to sit still, and be a good girl for him, but the pounding in your ears and the clamminess of your palms just wouldn’t subside.

You shuddered this time out of fear, that jolted through your veins, intense and cold and criminally contrast to the heat that inundated every other fibre of your being. But you hid it well. How could he had known he’d just traced over a scar you’d never shown him?

Your stomach twisted as you wondered what he would think when he saw them… all of them. And while you wanted nothing more than to be laid bare before the man who owned your heart and your soul and who deserved your body, and you wanted to give him it, you also couldn’t help but wonder, what if he thought you were ugly? What if he thought you were ruined?

And in that moment you scorned yourself for ever laying a blade to your thighs, or your stomach. You hated yourself for ruining something you could never have back, something that would’ve been beautiful had you not squandered it, time and time again.

“Arthur.” Your lip trembled, and your hands were shaking as they left the hem of his trousers. You panted out your breaths, your head even lighter than it had been before. And on your lips you could taste the words you yearned to say, to tell him why you ached so badly to do this but feared so cruelly unveiling a gruesome body that he did not deserve.

But all that came out was, “I’m scared.”

Something in his eyes softened at that, and any trace of his grin vanished as his weight sank into the mattress beside you. His hands were on you, but not in a frightening way; one ran across your trembling back and the other rested reassuringly on your thigh. You felt yourself leaning into his touch, as if it would vanquish any trace of fear or doubt that made your body tremble with such pitifulness. As if it would cleanse your impurities and make you whole again.

Arthur’s words seemed to catch on his tongue, and a flicker of his own uncertainty darted through those winter blues. “You’re not… scared of me, are you?”

“No, Arthur.” You cupped his cheek in your hand now, forcing his gaze to yours, even if yours was brimming with unshed tears. “I want you. And I trust you. I just…”

I’m ruined.

The words froze before they could even reach the back of your tongue, instead strangling your throat, your eyes bugging wide as you swallowed against them. All the while, Arthur’s gaze dragged solicitously across your face, and this time, he was the one to press his forehead to yours, his fingers tangling gently in your hair and rubbing soothingly along your back.

“Y/N,” he said, his heavy breath tangling with your short, frenzied ones. “So long as you ain’t scared of me, you don’t have to be scared of anything. I’m going to take care of you.” His lips dragged to your neck, placing a gentle yet firm kiss along your clavicle. “You don’t have to worry about a thing, love. Just let me take care of you.”

A soft moan stirred from your lips as you felt the heat of his lips on your neck, and your heart pounded in your core. Physically, you had never felt so conflicted, but his words, they were all you needed to hear. You trusted him, and that was what was important. Whether or not you deserved to be taken care of, that was a whole other demon, but Arthur Shelby had a way of making you want to submit to his every whim, to let him do with you as he pleased. This was how you would take care of him.

“Is that a ‘yes’?” he said.

You licked your lips, and said, “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

His hands lowered you to the bed, his stronger, sinewy frame looming over you and making your heart pound wilder in your chest. You licked your lips again, mouth dry, and swallowed back your fear as you felt his fingers begin to undo your blouse, revealing more of you until you were certain he could see what you had so desperately tried to hide. But his kisses were trailing between your breasts, and you helped shrug the garment off as he was absorbed in his work. Had your heart not been beating so fast and had your stomach not been turning so much in fear of what he would soon discover, you would’ve enjoyed the attention a lot more.

And there it was. He hesitated, the bristle of his moustache lifting from your skin and a hot breath exhaling across the scar, still fresh, still burning from the other night.

Your heart practically stopped.

“Y/N…” he breathed, the stubble of his chin brushing your skin to indicate that those blue eyes were on you. You peered back at him reluctantly, expecting horror in those eyes.

And they were filled with adoration.

“Is this what you were scared about, love?” he murmured against your stomach.

“Yes.” Your breath came shattered from your chest, still not quite able to believe your eyes.

For a moment longer, he held your gaze, with a pity you weren’t sure you wanted, but a love that eased your frenzied heart. And then, saying nothing, his lips brushed the scar ever-so-gently, as if to pay it reverence, and though the wound stung, you didn’t care in the slightest.

He still wanted you.

Once he had spent time on the first scar, he let his lips trail all across your stomach, with a surprising tenderness, his fingers gripping your hips tightly but in such a way that felt as if you were safe within his touch. He laid kisses across older scars, that had been slashed across your stomach, and as his lips grazed the lowest, you rocked your hips against the bulge in his trousers, drawing a moan from him and casting it hot against your belly.

“Don’t stop,” you murmured. “Please don’t stop.”

“Y/N, you’re fucking perfect. Have I ever told you that?”

“No,” you laughed, a tear pricking your eye but your anxiety and your tension all dissipating in wake of the sensations that the heat of his lips and the firmness of his hands and the tickle of his moustache sent racing along your skin.

“Well, you’re fucking perfect,” he said, as he pulled your skirt from your waist, and you helped kick it off, your legs instinctively crossing over to shield the scars along your thighs.

He seemed to notice this, and cast you a reassuring look before prying your knees open with strong fingers, and saying, “I’m going to have my way with every bit of you, love. Gonna kiss you everywhere because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had in my bed.”

Your head rolled back into the sheets as he began kissing and running his hands along your inner thighs. Chapped only slightly, his lips were hot as hellfire but soft as heaven as they explored each scar in a way you never had. In a way that was loving rather than shameful.

“Arthur,” you moaned, bucking your hips impatiently as his lips fell in the crook of your thigh.

“What’s the matter, love?” he asked, coming up between your legs and cupping your cheek in his hand.

A streak of a playful grin pulled at your lips, and you whispered, “Fuck me.”

That devilish grin that you knew so well plastered itself across a handsome face, and as you felt him shift his trousers down, he murmured into your ear,

“Told you wouldn’t have to worry, love. Because if that wasn’t the plan for even a goddamn second…”

---

MASTERLIST • REQUEST

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[zablife]

Peaky Blinders Rec List

I've been thinking of doing this for some time to show my appreciation to those who have given me hours of entertainment with their stories, moodboards and GIFs. Recently I've seen a few posts asking if there are any writers left in the Peaky fandom. The short answer is YES!! The longer answer of just how many incredibly talented writers there are and their amazing work is listed below the cut. Go follow them, read their work and please comment and reblog! Happy reading and thank you to all these lovely people who share their work with us!

Updated 5/6/24

@peakyscillian Masterlist Incredible Tommy smut!

@inkwolvesandcoffee Masterlist The most creative Alfie content I've read with gorgeous moodboards.

@dandelionprints Masterlist Amazing new writer with fresh Tommy fics!

@buttercupsandboys Masterlist One of my new fave Alfie series!

@moral-terpitude Masterlist So much amazing Tommy content from one shots to series!!

@raincoffeeandfandoms Masterlist Lovely, creative fics for Alfie, Tommy and Luca. As well as the most inspiring moodboards.

@dreamlandcreations Masterlist Amazing Alfie writer and incredible moodboard creator.

@cillmequick Masterlist Amazing series for both Cillian and Tommy that will make you laugh and cry in equal measure.

@notyour-valentine Masterlist Thoughtfully crafted stories that will touch you deeply.

@pherelesytsia Masterlist Tommy fics written in the language of pure poetry. Soft, romantic and utterly beautiful.

@little-diable Masterlist One of the best Tommy Shelby smut writers I've read! Inventive and smart, not to mention devilishly clever!

@xxblackballoonxx Masterlist My fave John Shelby writer!!

@evita-shelby Masterlist Series writer with a strong heroine OC I adore.

@peakyswritings Masterlist A gold mine of Peaky content! One of my fave writers.

@flysafepapi Masterlist Creative genius, horror, vampire AU, so many incredible ideas here.

@shelbydelrey Masterlist Tommy fics with an edge. Mysterious, intriguiging, never dull and always accompanied by amazing moodboards.

@look-at-the-soul Masterlist Cillian and Tommy fics that are so heartfelt and emotional.

@noforkingclue Masterlist Writes the best dark!Tommy ever!

@garrison-girl-08 Masterlist Cillian and Tommy series that are so so addictive!!

@runnning-outof-time Masterlist Consistently amazing Tommy content! No one works harder, but makes it look so easy!

@murderousginger Masterlist One of the most creative writers who never runs out of good ideas. Truly awe inspiring.

@amysteryspot Masterlist Delicious, descriptive writing for Tommy and Alfie one shots and series.

@madame-wilsonn Masterlist A lady of impeccable taste who writes beautifully. Check out her Tommy, Alfie and Arthur fics!

@solomons-finest-rum Masterlist My fave Alfie writer of all time!! Captures his voice like no other.

@theshelbyclan Masterlist A wonderfully gifted writer who provides heartwarming Shelby family fics and the most amazing OC of all time Teddy Shelby!

@pacifymebby Masterlist Writes incredibly detailed headcanons and preferences for the Peaky men that are perfectly in character.

@red-riding-wood Masterlist Specializing in Luca Changretta fics with rich descriptions and compelling narratives.

@thesoldiersminute Gorgeous GIFs I can't stop staring at!

@midnightmagpiemama Masterlist Lovely combination of fluffy, smutty Tommy fics.

@peakyblinded Amazing GIFs and all around lovely person to chat with

@toms-cherry-trees Masterlist Some of the most gorgeous prose I've ever read for Tommy as well as a few other Peaky characters.

@sneakyblinders Masterlist Creator of two separate Tommy AUs that are so creative and immersive.

@anonymooseforever007 Masterlist Writes for many Peaky characters, specializing in humorous, witty dialogue.

@brummiereader Masterlist Amazing series writer for Tommy!

@call-sign-shark Masterlist Mainly writes an incredible series for Arthur, but also one shots for Tommy.

@peakyltd Masterlist Lovely one shots for Tommy, Arthur and John along with the most gorgeous moodboards.

@everythingelseisextra masterlist Formerly @priceofasapphire. Writing under a new blog now with loads of wonderful content.

@darklydeliciousdesires Masterlist Series and one shots for Alfie and John. Incredible smut and fluff!

@rysko Masterlist New writer with amazing Luca content!

I am certain I have missed writers I admire so I will add to this list as I remember people. If I have missed you, I apologize!

[runnning-outof-time]

A Call For Help… | Tommy Shelby (written through letters)

Request: no - part of @raincoffeeandfandoms ‘s Peaky letter writing event

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC (written in form of letters)

Summary: Tommy tries to find a way to better an old flame’s current situation while also hoping to make her aware of the fact that things have changed since they last saw each other.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, starvation and isolation, mentions of an arranged marriage

Word Count: 1413

A/N: this is unlike anything I’ve ever written before…thank you Flor for creating this super unique event, and Aimee ( @dandelionprints ) for writing the first letter - it was so fun to respond to…I hope it’s ok that I took a bit of an angsty route, and I hope that it makes sense. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: the woman mentioned at the end of the second letter is not Grace (or at least I did not imagine it to be as I was writing). She doesn’t have a name though, so it could be her if you want.

— letter writtten by @dandelionprints —

Dear Tommy,

I'm sorry if it comes as a surprise that I'm writing you this letter, I'll completely understand if you decide to read no further than this part, throw it into a fire and scatter the ashes as if ridding yourself of me for good.

I fear you were not told the truth about why I went away. I'm sure my father told you that I'd had a change of heart, that I could never truly love someone who called themselves a 'Peaky Blinder'. Oh how wrong that could be.

The truth is that it was not my choice to be parted from you, in fact I kicked and screamed with all my might to stay but it did no good. I was still manhandled into a car and driven off to Scotland to wed a man that I cannot stand, a man who knows nothing of loyalty or love. A man who is nothing like you.

My father told me that it had been agreed between himself and my now husband's father that I were to be married into their family, all to settle a debt that my father created by drinking and gambling his way through his wages. If I married this man then his father would rid mine of his debts and make sure that my parents would live a comfortable life.

Why they wanted me of all people, I don't know. I have no money to give them, only services that I'm forced to do against my will, otherwise a beating is in order. Sometimes I take the beating, I'd rather that than to do the things they want me to. All I do know is that I wish it could be different, wish that I could have stayed back in Birmingham with you...

Anyway, I'm sorry. You probably don't need to know about that and also probably don't care. It's been two years since you last heard from me so I completely understand if you want nothing to do with me. You might even have a new love now, I wouldn't blame you if you do.

They stopped me from sending letters to anyone but my parents, I have to be chaperoned everywhere I go.

I've lied and said I don't feel well today and the man whose job it is to make sure I don't do anything I shouldn't has left me in my room to sleep though I fear he will be back soon. I knew I had to use the time wisely and write to the person I've wanted to speak to since the moment I was dragged from my house by the arms all that time ago. You.

I'm planning an escape soon, I can't take much more of this life. The beatings, the withholding of food to the point that my clothes hang off my frame, the feeling that there is not a soul around that I can turn to for comfort.

I don't know where I will go but I won't be able to leave this God forsaken place for at least another month. If you write a letter in response to this then please find a way to get it here without having to go past other people in this house first, I'll never get the chance to read it if it does.

As I said before, I'll understand if you have a new love or if you just want nothing to do with me, time has passed now and feelings change. I'll leave it up to you to decide what to do.

Yours, always,

Aimee

— letter written by myself —

Aimee,

I'm sorry.

I haven't a clue of how long your letter has sat on my desk. A lengthy trip to America took me away from Birmingham for some time and I've just finally gotten back to my office now.

It's been too long, Aimee. Since I've seen you; since I've heard from you. And the reason behind it makes sense now, but it was a struggle to figure it out in the interim.

I hate to know what has happened to you; what the reason behind the silence was. I would have fought against it had I known what type of situation you'd be taken into. I wish this letter would have found me sooner. Maybe if it had, things could have been resolved before they got to their current point.

I looked for you around Small Heath, and when it turned up empty; I widened the search to the whole of Birmingham. The decision to write this letter came when those efforts returned unsuccessful. I write it with the hope that you have not since left this address, and that you will receive it when I send it out.

Help will come, Aimee. I cannot give all of the details here for fear of interception, but know that I will do all that I can in order to improve your situation.

The man that your father struck a deal with is easily influenced, as I am sure you might have already figured out. I have spoken to him and have managed to get him to switch some of his operations around. He has hired some of my men onto his payroll, and they will allow us to trade correspondence in the future; if you feel inclined to, that is. When the time comes, you will be able to leave, and if things go according to how I have planned them, that time will arrive sooner than later.

As for the man you were made to marry...the things he does are worse than anything I have ever carried out. How your parents cannot see that perplexes me and makes me wonder if there was more than the debt that needed to be paid back. I could have helped, Aimee. I could have made your father's situation disappear; I could have changed your entire family's life for the better. How can he be wary of me but yet sell his daughter to a man who so clearly resembles the devil in all of his doings? I never understood how he conducted things; how he could be so scornful at times, but I withstood that to continue to be with you.

I was told that you moved away. That you had dreams bigger than Small Heath and you were finally going to work towards achieving them. I should have recognized the dullness in your mother's eyes when she told me these things, but I was not one to over-analyze what was put forth as the truth then. I understood what it was, and is, like to hold dreams that others think are too big to become reality. I've worked hard to make the Shelby Company Limited into what it is today, and I guess a part of myself was content with thinking that you were off wherever it was that you went, also working hard to make your dreams a reality. Had I known what your actual reality was…

So much has changed over the years we’ve been apart from each other, but I cannot deny the fact that reading your words allowed me to escape back to a time when things were easier. When there wasn’t much else other than you and I. I often think of those times; of you in the summer, sitting under a blue sky with not a care in the world. You always felt much better outside, and thinking of those times makes me feel better…like the weight of the world is lifted off of my shoulders, even if only for a moment.

But like I said, things have changed since then. I’ve found someone whom I love. She has become my wife and has given me a son. They ground me in a way that you used to.

I couldn’t wait for you, Aimee. I had to allow myself to continue on with my life while thinking that you were bettering yours. I thought I’d never hear from you again. I needed to move on.

I want to help you though, and things will get better. They just may not get better in the way that you’d hoped upon writing your letter.

I hope to hear from you again,

Tommy

Tagged: @zablife @call-sign-shark @shelbydelrey @look-at-the-soul @cljordan-imperium @there-goes-thefighter

MASTERLIST

[lethargicmouse]

lizzie and tommy (:

I’ve always been a fan of Lizzie. I found her character so interesting, solely because I found her to be so tough, but also have so much love and femininity to her. However, I also liked Grace– she was strong and cunning and dang she fell for a gangster! However, I felt her character was underbaked (because she literally died. Great for Tommy’s character development– bad for Grace). What prompted me to write this all out was me running out of Lizzie and Tommy fics to read and turning to Tommy and Grace fics. The first (and frankly only one I read), was Thomas Shelby laughs in his sleep, or at least he used to.  by @i-just-look-at-pictures on AO3, and it really fleshed out Grace’s character for me, it filled in the holes in their relationship that the show didn’t cover. It made me realize how stark (haha), the differences between both relationships are. Grace gave us the forbidden love, marriage trope, love at first sight type deal whereas Lizzie gives us the redemption arc (literally RUBY.) and a slow burn. 

In my first watch-through of Peaky Blinders I loved Tommy and Grace’s dynamic– and I still do; however, after watching it back it was not the most healthy thing on the planet. But really what relationship with a man like Tommy can be? For me Tommy’s love for Grace was an obsession– she was a perfect posh girl and man, how could a girl like her fall in love with a guy like him?! But she did, because Tommy really liked her so he was soft Tommy with her. (That is why she fell in love with him, not like May who liked him for the thrill of a gangster– no shame on May, though. She is a strong woman who knows who she is. And I would totally fall for a hot gangster, too.) Grace challenged Tommy in ways women hadn’t before (excluding Polly because she’s more like a mother figure to him); however, she accepted him for the dirty gangster he was and didn’t try to fix him (because she was just as dirty as he was. Also, a lot of people say that Grace was Tommy in girl form– but helloooo ADA?!). For me, this is neither good nor bad, well maybe a little bad. Like I said before, Grace challenged him, but not in the ways that I feel like could’ve benefitted Tommy as a person, but then again Tommy wouldn’t have dared to soil his perfect Grace with the dirty dealings of the illegal business. So it was a fault all around, really, in my opinion. Grace could’ve thrived in the illegal business dealings (she’s a smart girl!), but it was the illegal business that was her demise. (I don’t believe for a second Lizzie had any intention of starting a war, and she didn’t start it. John did. Lizzie just wanted a normal life. But did she really like Angel, orrr was he a distraction from Tommy? We all know the truth.) Tommy ruined Grace, but look at how her death ruined him. Her apparition (originating from the stupid drugs) is the personification of his guilt. Grace doesn’t call him to the afterlife– his guilt for his gang business does! 

Lizzie however, was different. She was involved in the dirty business from the beginning. She knew who Tommy was pre-war, and she knows who he is now. And look at how she hoisted herself up out of the gutter. She took those typing classes to stop whoring. She tried to get out of it with John (but we all know how that went– and I personally don’t think that was Tommy keeping Lzzie for himself, that was Tommy protecting John). She took the initiative to clean up her life and Tommy just aided her in the fact by giving her a job (truthfully, all he has ever helped her with was money). Regardless of all that, I truly believe (and it’s evident–blatantly obvious even) that she was in love with Tommy from the beginning. Two of my favorite Tommy and Lzzie scenes are as follows: the one where she asks him to pretend like they’re ordinary people (kills me every time. Hurts my soul. My poor baby Lizzie girl.) and the typewriter scene where he offers her the job (the manner in which he went about it was stunning. I would’ve died.) 

As the story goes, Tommy goes back to Lizzie relatively quickly after Grace dies (excluding the Tatiana madness). I’ve seen posts that blame Lizzie for this, that she jumped on Tommy after Grace died because she was jealous. I have no doubt in my mind she was jealous– but she has enough decorum to withhold that and act like a lady. Lizzie grounds Tommy. Yes, they were toxic (My property? Not cool. Infidelity? Not healthy! Telling her to abort the baby? Nooo thanks– and she was so excited! “A piece of me and you” CRYING); however, I feel like they understood each other on another level. They’ve known each other for what, 15+ years? And they’ve been married for what, 8 of those years? Gosh, they know each other inside and out. Their relationship, obviously, is very sexually based. Lizzie was a whore for pity’s sake, and Tommy himself is probably the biggest whore on the show (literally seducing poor Jessie Eden for personal gain?!). I’m sure Lizzie was able to read Tommy like an open book and vice versa! Just look at how they push each other's buttons! Him telling her he still pays her for it, and her giving him the bullets in the mud. Neither was a good situation– a) that’s a horrific way to push someone when you know that bothers them b) that is not how you deal with a suicidal person. But look at all that harm and trauma we see they cause each other because of years of hurt from each other and others.  This is where we see Lizzie break for the first time, in my opinion. For her family comes first, even over her one-sided love, and Tommy was willing to break that family. 

Lizzie’s two best qualities (but perhaps it was also these that lead to her demise) were her unwavering loyalty and her ability to care. The former is probably why I relate to her so much. Even after Tommy screwed up her first chance at a normal life with John, left her to get raped at Epsom, told her she was property, let Diana publicly humiliate her, mocked her attempts at divorce, told her to abort their child, (I’m sure there’s more) she stayed. Because she freaking loved him and cared for him. He trusted her as a secretary to have a foot in both businesses, but he never trusted her like he trusted Grace (which is completely ironic to me because Grace betrayed all of them. But look at how much he is like Lizzie in this way. Forgiving personal transgressions because you love them sooooo much.), because he trusted Grace with his head– not the business. Lizzie was the opposite. Her loyalty to him was intertwined with her ability to care. Like the man himself said, “It was you who stopped my heart from breaking”. I’m not the best writer, but aniray conveys this perfectly in their fic A Bit of Soft (In a Broken Place). Lizzie is always there for him and cares for him. She fulfills his needs. Her ability to care was shown really, though, with the children. Charlie calls her mum (which I know a lot of people don’t like– but she took the child of the woman who she probably was jealous of and genuinely loved him as her own) and Charlie’s bond with Ruby is so adorable. Lizzie was meant to be a mom! And Tommy gave her that. And like I said earlier when Tommy was willing to give up his fatherly duties to be reunited with Grace, Lizzie reminded him of his duties at home (albeit in a not-so-nice way). Because that’s what really important to her. The well-being of those children. And that’s what finally drove her to leave, was Tommy’s craziness about Ruby’s illness and his lack of presence at her death. There is no doubt in my mind Tommy loved Ruby, and he really went to the ends of the earth to save her. But when he wasn’t there to hold her hand (and Lizzie’s hand) as she died, that’s what did it. Not the infidelity, not the sham of a marriage, not the drugs (she knew what she signed up for. A marriage for looks. She was ok with being the one who cared more.), but the lack of care (in the way she thought, and really it was the way that he needed to be, mattered). This is also why she couldn’t have been the black cat. A) She wanted to get as far away from her whoring days so she isn’t talking to Mosely B) she loves Tommy too much (to her own disgust) to betray him like that C) it’d hurt her family D) She was for sure at that violin recital! She wouldn’t’ve missed it for the world!

But really he did love her, Lizzie– definitely like he loved his family (she was family), and I think he definitely had the potential to be in love with her. He’s now realizing that she was essential to his life (because he likes nice, soft things). However, Lizzie (thank goodness) has realized he’s never brought anything good into her life (excluding Ruby, her angel), and the hurt outweighs the crumbs of kindness and left him. She doesn’t deserve him. Like I said earlier Lizzie, I believe, will be the catalyst for his redemption (Just look at how Ruby saved him!). Yes. They are toxic and their relationship in the show is most certainly not healthy one bit! But, there is potential for love. 

Here’s some fic recs that really illustrate their relationship:

For me all of these authors are amazing, I just stick to Lizzie/Tommy really. No Tommy/Alfie for me. All are on Ao3

@aniray:

* a lot of these are things that happened in the show with alternate happenings. The third one down though is stunning though. Like bro, it’s canon for me! 

Open Hands

A Touch of Change

A Bit of Soft (In a Broken Place)

A Different Kind of Love

Into the Mist

Slipping into Dreams

Everything

@deadendtracks :

*these two are series

Get it wrong, get it right

Possibility of a Blade

justrosey:

Someone is digging your grave right now, someone is drawing a bath to wash you      clean

No more canaries in the mine

@divinekangaroo:

*series

The Last Second Ending

Emma_Perlman:

*series that’s au after season 6! Redemption! Strong Lizzie!!

The Siren Sings

@xxsparksxx :

*series

Armistice

@emjenenla :

Even though you don’t mean to hurt me, you keep tearing me apart

ANYWAY! Please talk to me about them I'm losing my mind.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s14e1 stranger in a strange land (w. andrew dabb)

pre-ep recap being ac/dc shot down in flames much better fit than metallica's nothing else matters from 13x01 vibe-wise and matching the pace of the clips. good job, guys. and smooth segue to it being on in the car

s14e1 / the matrix

wtf jackles, what is this speaking voice/cadence. reminds me of keanu reeves?? usually when i make really out there sound associations, i'm a little high. but that is not the case today. he's acting more like an agent than neo, but getting the keanu vibes :p i can't think of what movie specifically i'm thinking of. the devil's advocate and constantine are the other two keanu movies i've seen a bunch, but i dunno

never good when i'm pulling a clip in the first few minutes 🥴 gonna be a 2-3 day watch i'm guessing.

also don't really understand the styling choices. i get that it helps make a big visual difference between michael and dean, but like. dude wasn't dressing like this old timey fancy man with a flat cap in the au world. is this 20s-ish? never seen peaky blinders but this seems kinda similar? reading about collar pins and bars now. lol

is this the grief beard i've heard about. well maintained, if so

MARY Sam, we’re gonna find him. Ketch is working that thing in London. Castiel is in Detroit. I know it’s been three weeks since Dean… Something will break. It has to. SAM Yeah. Yeah, you keep saying that.

so like why does sam need to be in charge and involved in this vampire thing with this bunker full of people? they were fully self organized and fighting before they came here. even if sam is de facto leader for whatever reason; delegate, my guy. no help to anyone if you're not sleeping. call jody in, i bet she could talk some sense into him. also vaguely funny that we're all Team Family Go! but the family i connect with the most for them is jody and her girls

CASTIEL Does any demon know where Dean Winchester is? KIPLING I’m sorry, did you just say you lost a Winchester? Because, one -- that’s… interesting. And, two, how is that you lost Dean? I thought the two of you were joined at the… [Kipling glances down in a suggestive way.] …you know, everything.

in a way i wish i could have watched this without any knowledge of fandom because my knee jerk response is, ew. because i just don't see anything between dean and cas, i have a hard time grasping they're even close, i've just tried to accept it because the show tells us all the time. but maybe i could have come around to it more if i didn't know about the screaming zeitgeist that is destiel. or maybe i'd have the same reaction, i don't know. but anyway perpetually disgruntled knowing that my reaction is always colored somewhat due to fandom. i try to watch objectively but i know my feelings on things outside the show color my feelings of stuff inside the show

oh, cas. what have you gotten yourself into this time.

mmmk

SISTER JO Why would he say “yes” to you? MICHAEL Love.

short and sweet

man i know jackles is trying to do something different but i do not enjoy the way he's speaking as michael. ok now i'm getting umm. brad pitt in interview with the vampire?? like when he's talking to what's his face. for the interview. lol. christian slater! kind of slow, flat fairly emotionless narration.

um. how in the world is nick's soul in his vessel? didn't crowley remake it or whatever? or did he not die at any point in the ... 7 years intervening between lucifer dumping him in s5 and getting popped back in during s12

from 12x13 CROWLEY I managed to pervert that spell. So your essence wasn't sent back to the cage, but instead, we found your discarded vessel a few years ago… repaired it, improved it, making it a fitting final home for the real you.

whatever, man. nothing makes sense to me anymore. also thinking about jimmy novak called being possessed by castiel like "being chained to a comet" - for all those years

NICK Ow. I don't get it. I don't understand how Lucifer could die and I could live. SAM Yeah, um… I think that maybe it's because the archangel blades were made to kill the archangel inside a-and not the person they, uh -- NICK Possesses and uses to almost end the world twice?

sure. SURE. that makes sense. not at all how anything else ever works on this show, but sure! i mean, i love mark pellegrino too but come on, guys.

SAM Stop saying that, please. MARY What? SAM “It's gonna be fine,” that everything's gonna be fine, we're gonna find Dean, and -- MARY We are. SAM You don't know that. Dean's gone, and we have no idea where he is or -- or if he's even still alive. You know, Michael could have… burned him out or… worse, and… MARY I know. I know he's out there, scared and alone. I know. I know he might never come back. Never think I don't know that. But -- I can't -- I have to think about the good, Sam, because, if I don't, I will drown in the bad. For Dean's sake, I can't do that. We can't do that.

that's fine and reasonable but it's also reasonable that sam doesn't want to hear a baseless placation.

jack getting a grandpa bobby now too apparently

completely zoning out on this demon monologuing. why did they bring the girl along who isn't a hunter. what happened to the devil's trap bullets? and couldn't they make the bullets made out of the angel blades they had on the au world? because with all the dead angels they surely must have a stockpile. wouldn't get this several minute action sequence with fake tension though so

SAM Enough! There will be no new King of Hell. Not today. Not ever. And if anybody wants the job, you can come through me. Understood? (breathing heavily) So, what's it gonna be?

lol okay

SAM It's the -- It's the magic egg that kicked Lucifer out of the President. I thought we could use it on Michael, but -- Ketch can't find it. So, that's another dead end, which is just awesome.

i'm glad the show remembered because i completely forgot about that thing. thanks for preemptively ruling it out

CASTIEL Sam, are you all right? SAM Yeah, I've been better. I've been worse. You? CASTIEL I'm -- I'm just sorry. I should never have gone to those demons. SAM Cass, I -- No, I-I-I don't blame you. I… Honestly, I-I wish I'd have thought of it first. If it meant finding Dean, I-I'd work with -- I'd do anything.

❤️ take what i can get. (still need to sleep, sammy)

MICHAEL Now, you -- you know exactly what you want. You don't pretend to want to help people or save the world. Your want is pure and simple and clean. And that's why you are worth saving. That's why we are going to work so well together. Because you -- you just want to eat.

LOL what. michael loves vampires!

!! omg lol i just reread my 13x23 with my whole "can't kill michael now that he's wearing dean" is that the whole reason we get pellegrino back as nick, so we can find out that archangel blades don't kill the vessel?? 😂

[notyour-valentine]

i love love love all of your peaky blinders fics!! i've just finished reading all of them hehe so i was just wondering if you had any good fic recs??? xx

Thank you so much for the compliment - I am so happy you enjoyed my writings 🤍

There are so many incredible writers on here so I am sure you will be able to spend many more hours reading their incredible works.

As I don't know which type of writing you prefer, I'll just present some of the many incredible writers for this fandom and their masterlists. I am sure you know most of them already, but you never know

@zablife writes for nearly all Peaky Characters (all I write for and many more). She writes incredible angst, fluff and smut, from series to short blurbs. She also writes incredibly haunting dark!stories. Here you can find her masterlist. Definately check her works out - she also creates incredible moonboards.

@runnning-outof-time writes for Tommy, Arthur and John. Her masterlist are mainly one-shots but recently she has a series called "Birmingham". Her incredible moonboards, and quite a few of her stories are from time to time inspired by songs so if you enjoy music, I'll think you'll have a lot of fun there.

@madame-wilsonn writes mainly for Tommy, but also Arthur and Alfie, as well as other roles played by Cillian Murphy. You can find her writings here. A few of her Tommy stories are modern!aus you might enjoy.

@cillmequick mainly writes for Cillian, but she has also written for Tommy and Alfie. She also writes smut and has written some darker stories Here you can find her masterlist.

@retromafia also has an amazing back catalogue of Peaky Blinders stories, mainly Tommy. She is also a very versitile writer who has sweet fluff, angst and smut in her masterlist. There are also works for Cillian Murphy's other roles or characters similar to Tommy from other media.

@gypsy-girl-08 probably has several of the most longest, intricate series on this site, but also many one-shorts you can find in her masterlist. She writes for both Tommy and Cillian and has a modern!Tommy series called Blind Date which gave me the courage to attempt a rather long series of my own.

@dearshelby also has incredible stories you should definately check out. She writes for Tommy but has also written canon confirming. Her angst is incredible. Here you can find her masterlist.

@look-at-the-soul also writes for Tommy and other roles of Cillian's. She also has a few OCs and series of her own. You can find her masterlist here.

@theshelbyclan does her name honour and has written all sorts of stories for the members of the Shelby family. She has also created the addition of Teddy Shelby, an OC who is the youngest Shelby sister, and has incredible stories about her adventures throughout the series. Check out her masterlist.

@noforkingclue is an incredibly versitile writer, both in what she writes and what she writes for. In regards to Peaky, she has mostly Tommy, but also Luca, Arthur and Michael.

@l1-l4 has a few Tommy and Tommy x reader x Michael stories but also creates stunning moonboards. If you are interested, here is her masterlist.

@pherelesytsia has a very distinct poetic writing style. She also has a lot of incredible Tommy works which you can find here.

If you are interested in OC stories, @evita-shelby has written a lot about her OC, pairing them up with Tommy and Luca, but also a few reader inserts. Here is her masterlist.

There are many, many more incredible writers in this fandom and I am sorry if I missed anyone. I think you will certainly find things in their masterlists which you will enjoy greatly.

Have fun!

xx Val

[wisteria-lodge]

I have a couple ideas for tv shows and movies to sort, if you can and have the time and energy. Just pick and choose, or whatever else you feel like.

Raya and The Last Dragon

Ms Marvel

Fate: Winx Club

Ghostbusters, both versions.

High School The Musical The Series

High School Musical 1, 2, and 3

Legend of Korra

Out in the Outback

Anne with an e

Moana

Frozen I and II

And is the tv show of Sherlock Holmes different than in the books?

I'm not sure which you sorted earlier, so if you sorted the show already, ignore me.

Also, take your time with this ask, if you do it at all. It's a lot and more than is fair to ask you , I just had some ideas that may be interesting to analyse so I wanted to give them to you. However, do not tire yourself out, overwork, be overwhelmed or stress. This are just ideas, not even suggestions or requests. Just do whatever you both want to and can, whenever you can and want to and IF you want to and can.

Thanks for creating your blog, it's awesome!

I am totally planning to sort Raya, Moana, and Frozen when I get there in my Disney Ladies sorting series... but I'm not totally sure when that would be.

I do think Doyle!Sherlock Holmes is a Badger Snake (I'm willing to entertain the possibility that he's a particularly chaotic rapid-fire bird, but I do think Snake is more likely.) Either way, he models a 'I play the game for the game's own sake' Bird primary over the top, and built himself a data-collecting Bird secondary, and possibly an Actor Bird as well, although a lot of that is Snake shifting.

Elementary!Sherlock Holmes actually is a Double Bird, and falls in queer-platonic love with Watson because she Helps With His Work. Honestly in order to make the show's premise work as well as it does you have to shift Holmes in a more Bird Primary direction, because Badger primary Holmes would would not have made the shift away from his beloved London nearly as easily. And Elementary!Holmes is much more of a I-Know-A-Guy Bird secondary than the others, which is charming.

Sherlock!Sherlock Holmes is a morally bored burnt Snake primary who starts to latch onto people like Watson and Mrs Hudson (Irene, Mycroft, and even Lestrade to a degree) and the moral choices he makes revolve around them. The nicer explanation is that he's SO used to working alone that he's bad at letting these guys in on his plans, which leads to a lot of miscommunication. The less-nice explanation is that he's still young, and still unBurning, and still pretty selfish. Sherlock's "Mind Palace" Bird secondary honestly seems consciously constructed to me, in the same way that Doyle!Holmes' bird secondary is. (He's also got sort of a mind palace in the books, although he calls it a "brain attic," which is adorable.) So I suspect there might be a Snake secondary underneath there for Sherlock as WELL... but I also couldn't say for sure. It'd be a whole lot easier if we actually knew *how* he faked his death. The later seasons especially really don't like to engage with the specifics of HOW Sherlock Holmes does anything, being entirely focused on WHY.

Underneath the cut, I'm putting a list of all the properties/characters people have asked me to sort, in case someone out there is maybe looking for inspiration. (The bolded items are the ones multiple people have asked about.)

Romeo & Juliet

Frozen

Othello

Umbrella Academy (S2)

Doctor Faustus

Wuthering Heights

Dawn Summers (BtVS)

Pride and Prejudice

This is How You Lose the Time War

Hannibal

Silence of the Lambs

Euphoria

One Piece 

Death Note

Star Trek: Discovery

Dragon Ball Z

Soul

10 Things I Hate About You

Queen’s Gambit

Batman Beyond

Danganronpa

Lord of the Rings

The Hobbit (films)

BBC Sherlock 

Gone With the Wind

Invisible City

Penumbra Podcast

WandaVision

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Angel the Series

Gilmore Girls

Macbeth 

The Originals

Bridge to Terabithia 

Percy Jackson Series

Orange is the New Black

White Collar

Peaky Blinders

Never Have I Ever

Shadowhunters

Anne With An E

Powerpuff Girls (OG)

Homestuck

Sense and Sensibility 

Vampire Chronicles

Temeraire Chronicles 

Book of Life

Dracula 

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

[ice-and-starlight]

It's been a few days, but if you were still interested in that ask meme....

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

=D Yeay! An ask!

Hooooo, okay, so, I have a LOT of fanfic that I'm theoretically working on/daydreaming about that doesn't get shared, but, uh, lets see what's not too horrifying to share...

I spent a couple of weeks a few months ago binge-watching Criminal Minds, and got infected by a plotbunny of Dean Winchester/Aaron Hotchner(/Haley Brooks) as a sort of... fix it crossover where, because they're both protagonists from rather different genres, their different approach manages to fix things in the other 'verse.

As in, Dean kills Foyet in proper I'm-fresh-out-of-hell-and-you-did-WHAT-to-my-boyfriend?! style. With added bonus 'you think you're good with a knife? Boy, have I got some things to show you. Say hello to Alastair for me when you get down there'.

And Hotch (and the team) profile the fucking devil so well they manage to talk him down from trying to wipe out humanity. (He goes off to fuck up heaven instead.)

I've gotten bits and pieces of, well, backstory written up, plus some 'Dean meets the BAU' and 'Hotch meets hunters' scenes that I love, but I've gotten stuck on something really stupid and just haven't managed to get my brain to move past it, so I haven't actually written the parts I started writing the story for yet ^^" (this happens to me a lot).

What else?

I have been working, on and off, on a Critical Role Time Travel AU that's actually kind of a spin-off of my very first Critical Role fic which is 'Molly lives rent-free in Caleb's head for the entire rest of the campaign' because as I was watching it I was constantly thinking 'but how would Molly react to this?!' so I wrote it (some of it).

And then I thought 'okay, but what if, okay, I know time-travel is supposed to be semi-impossible, but what if it is technically POSSIBLE, it's just that going backwards through time essentially destroys the soul/spirit/whatever, EXCEPT, of course, that when Caleb does it, he has a BONUS SOUL coming along for the ride, and it's basically enough for Molly to get through more or less intact?'

And then the Moonweaver is like 'fuck, you are my Most Troublesome Worshipper, what am I going to do with you?' and Molly is, you know, themself, so the Moonweaver, also being a goddess of lovers trysts, nudges things until Lucien ends up with twin baby brothers (Molly and Kingsley are both Aspects of the same being, and thus inextricably linked, so bits and pieces of Kingsley got dragged along for the ride, only not enough for him to have more than Weird Instincts) and a bonus Moonweaver Cleric mum.

Was this an excuse to write canon!verse Tealeaf triplets? Yes. Yes it was.

Did it turn into a Ridiculous Epic Saga of the Tea Leaves (Molly, Kingsley, Caduceus, Keg, and Ophelia Mardun) treking across all of Wildmount trying to save people from the future and stumbling into messes along the way? Yes. Yes it did.

Did I actually manage to write any of the actual story? No. I wrote backstory instead, and ended up mostly writing about the adventures of two separate Parent Squads that are probably... 40-60% OCs? doing a tiny little Molly's bidding. It very much became a And You Get A Parent And You Get A Parent And You Get Three Parents story.

I have Such Plans for this AU (including, importantly, a Shadowidomauk endgame), but, alas, actually writing it is proving... difficult.

One more for luck?

Hmm... I have Ideas for a Peaky Blinders AU based on my Little Sallyanne fic? It's not very well fleshed out yet, but it definitely results in Sally murdering the shit out of her brother's terrible wife, adopting her nibling, and going on to severely fuck up nazis when WWII rolls around.

This one is Percolating, and I'm really not sure what I want to do with it, exactly. Just general Vibes of Tommy being the feral gremlin mentor to my beloved feral gremlin child. (Also, Sally getting semi-adopted by Alfie Solomons, maybe, because here's this child going around claiming to be Jewish when she's not, and Alfie's like 'no, either you fucking Stop That, or you commit to the fucking bit' and Sally's like '-starry eyes- Okay Dad'. I would have to do a lot of research to do this justice because I'm aware that I don't know enough to know how to write this properly ^^" Basically, I just want everyone adopting her like a starving feral cat who will absolutely bite the hand that feeds her)

Technically, I think you can say that things like Never Simple, Not All Who Wander, and the various other unfinished things on my writing blog are all on a backburner right now? As well as the next instalments in my Somewhere Just Beyond My Reach and Gramarye and Trapped In The Amber series also count. I am Thinking About Them a lot, but there's either not enough for me to get my teeth stuck into, or my teeth are stuck and I can't chew on them properly =P

[peakyswritings]

The Danger We Come From

CHAPTER V

A Peaky Blinders x Hunger Games crossover

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Nina Ferrante

Summary: as the training period comes to an end, Nina has to come to terms with the fact that it’s time to let the kids go. A year before, it was the possibility of her own death she had to come to terms with.

Warnings: mentions of violence, killing, smoking, English is not my first language, no proofreading.

A/N: Eva belongs to @evita-shelby , Aveline and Rose to @justrainandcoffee

Nina Ferrante is the OC from my Tommy Shelby x OC series Heart, Body and Soul

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72nd Hunger Games

Standing in the main room of District nine’s apartments, Nina poured herself a glass of water. Tomorrow the kids would enter the Arena, and there wouldn’t be much she could do for them anymore. She wondered what they were doing, if they were sleeping in their beds, tired from days of training, or if they were still awake, unable to close an eye, just like se was exactly a year before.

The good news was that they could have the chance to get some sponsors. With seven points out of twelve, they were among the tributes who had received the highest scores. Also, the interviews with Caesar had gone brilliantly. Lucas’s stories about the days he spent working with his father and Nora’s memories of her sisters had breached the audience’s hearts, eliciting a long series of oooohs, and aaaaws. Those fuckers loved sentimentalism.

“Can’t sleep?”

Alfie’s voice resounded in the room, snapping her away from her thoughts.

“No.”

“Me neither,” he said, sitting on a chair. He had dark circles under his eyes, and looked wearier than she had ever seen him. Nina didn’t know what it was, but she was sure there was something else worrying him, besides the Games.

“Rose found two sponsors,” he said, folding his hands in front of him.

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, good,” he groaned, starting to crack his knuckles, his gaze lost in thought. It was clear his mind was somewhere else. There was definitely something more going on, but she knew better than to ask now. “We did the best we could,” he added after a while, seemingly coming back to reality.

“I hope so.” Nina observed the water in her glass as if it would show her the answer to all of her questions. About the kids’ fate, about herself. She hadn’t imagined it would be so heavy to step foot into that place again, and she wondered if it would get any easier, with time. “Feels like going back a year,” she murmured, before taking a sip from her glass.

“I know,” Alfie nodded. It was the same for him every year.

71st Hunger Games - The night before the Games

Nina’s naked feet made no sound on the cold floor as she turned down the corridor to go back to her room. She had left it in the hope that getting out of bed for a while would help her sleep, but she wasn’t sure it would work. She was too agitated, her mind hadn’t given her a second of peace since she had come back from the interviews. Thoughts of the Games had been haunting her the whole time, making it impossible for her to even stay still, let alone sleep. The sight of a lanky frame walking toward her in the semi-darkness made her stop in her tracks, and it was only when the moonlight shone on the person’s face that she was able to make out who it was. Oliver stopped in front of her, a tired look in his eyes.

“Still awake?” He whispered.

She nodded, soothingly rubbing her own arms. “I can’t sleep.”

“Same,” he mumbled, running a hand through his curls. “Maybe we can keep each other some company,” he suggested after a moment of hesitation.

Nina could see it on his face that he was expecting her to refuse. Most of the times she preferred to stay by herself, and usually kept her distance from him, despite his attempts to be friendly. Truth was, getting reaped with somebody she used to know had been a hard blow, and she was scared that if she let herself be close to him it would make everything way harder. But that night the prospect of being alone with her thoughts scared her. She could use some company. So she accepted, letting him into her room. They both sat on her bed, Nina leaning with her back against the headboard, and Oliver on the opposite side, in front of her. After making himself comfortable, he took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

“Where the hell did you get those?” Nina’s eyes widened in bewilderment.

“I have my sources,” he said vaguely, before putting one in his mouth. “Want one?”

Nina thought about it for a moment. The first and last time she had tried was when she stole a cigarette from Salvatore’s pack at the age of fifteen. Maybe it would help her relax, it seemed to work for him. “Why not,” she sighed, leaning forward to take a cigarette from the packet. When she placed it between her lips, Oliver lit it for her before lighting his own.

In the districts, the cigarettes only came from the black market. They were awful, the tobacco was mixed with God knew what, but they were cheap. Salvatore usually exchanged one hundred grams of the grain she provided through the tesserae for them. It wasn’t that much.

Oliver seemed to be used to it, though. Nina figured he must’ve picked up the habit early. She still remembered the day he was suspended from school for being caught smoking in the boys’ lavatory, when he was fourteen.

She grabbed the glass sitting on her bedside table and put it between them so that they could use it as an ashtray. After a few drags, she came to the conclusion that despite the awful taste, they did their job.

When Oliver went to flick the ashes, he missed the glass, accidentally making them fall on the bedsheets. “Oops,” he raised his eyebrows.

“This is the finest cotton of the entire Panem,” Nina scolded him in a high-pitched, exasperated voice, suppressing a grin. You’ll never see bedsheets like this ever again in your life. Literally.

The boy let out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re terrible.”

“C’mon, my Ella impression is pretty good.”

“It’s Elle,” he chuckled, amused by the fact that after a whole week Nina kept on getting the escort’s name wrong.

“Same fucking thing,” she muttered under her breath, before inhaling the smoke.

For a while neither of them said another word. It was Oliver the first to break the silence, voicing the thought that had been in the back of both of their heads since the Reaping day, but that none of them had ever dared to voice. “I’m scared.”

“Me too,” Nina admitted, the words heavy on her tongue. It felt strange to tell the truth after days of pretending she wasn’t afraid to die, that she was completely in control of herself. All bullshit. She was scared of dying, of being killed in a horrible and painful way, of leaving her family and causing yet another irreparable breach.

“Let’s make a deal,” Oliver said, catching her attention. “If one of us wins, the other’s family will never go hungry again.”

“My family’s too proud to accept help from anyone,” Nina shook her head. If there was something that hadn’t changed, it was the Ferrantes’ unbending pride and stubbornness. “But I promise I’ll take care of yours, if I win.”

Sitting on a couch in the Stockyard, Nina ran her fingers over the bump in her arm, where a woman had injected the tracker that would make sure the Gamemakers always knew her whereabouts. She had taken a shower, brushed her teeth, and was now waiting for Rosebeth to bring her uniform. She was strangely calm, as if it wasn’t her the one who was would be facing death in less than an hour. She felt disconnected, and that was not a good thing. She had to be focused if she wanted to survive the bloodbath.

The uniform consisted of black trousers with several pockets, a black t-shirt and a black jacket. In one of the trousers’ pockets, Rosebeth slipped the small bouncy ball Nina had brought as her token. It belonged to Vittorio.

“The jacket is waterproof,” Rosebeth commented, helping her to wear it. “You might wanna expect rain. It’s thin, but the material will keep you warm at night.”

“If I last until night, that is.”

“Don’t say that,” the stylist scolded her before grabbing a hairbrush. She skilfully styled her hair in four french braids which ended in a braided ponytail. It was a practical hairstyle to wear. It would last over time, and it would keep her long hair out of her face.

They spent what was left of their time together sat on the couch in silence, both aware that there wasn’t much to say at that point. Except for goodbye. Despite trying to keep a brave face, Nina couldn’t stop her leg from bouncing up and down. The wait was definitely the worst part. At that point, she just hoped it would begin soon. A hand rested on her knee, and when she turned her head Rosebeth gave her an encouraging smile. “It’ll be alright,” she said, but even she wasn’t too convinced either.

When a voice announced that it was time to prepare to launch, Nina took a deep breath, getting up from her seat. Rosebeth was soon next to her, but before she could step on the platform, she gently stopped her to fix her jacket. She had the impression the stylist was trying to take some time, for some reason.

“If I…” Nina started, but the lump in her throat prevented the words from coming out. “If I don’t come back-”

“Nina…” Rosebeth tried to stop her, but the younger girl shook her head.

“Please, listen,” she interrupted her. Rosebeth sighed, but stayed silent, giving her the chance to speak. “I know you can’t reach my family, but Alfie can. If I don’t come back, my brother Salvatore needs to know it wasn’t his fault. He’ll need to hear it,” she stressed the last words, looking right into the other woman’s eyes.

Reluctantly, Rosebeth nodded. “Alright.”

That response brought Nina a small glimpse of relief. Salvatore already beat himself up enough after not having the courage to volunteer for Vittorio, he didn’t need other guilt dropped on his shoulders. After one last look, Nina stepped on the metal plate, and the glass lowered around her. It was time.

As the platform slowly started to lift her, bringing her to the place where she’d have to fight for her life, Nina’s brain began to work incessantly, pondering what would be the best thing to do. She could just run away from the Cornucopia while the other tributes were busy fighting, but then she’d have nothing. No weapons, no water, no food or whatever tool she might need. But if she decided to grab something, she’d have to join the fight, and her chances to stay alive would dramatically decrease. However, if she went away with nothing, her chances would decrease all the same. Especially considering the sponsors weren’t on her side.

A light came into her view, and she understood that it was a matter of seconds before she was in the Arena. She had the impression her heart would jump out of her chest at any moment, or stop and kill her before anyone had the chance to. A crippling fear was starting to gnaw at her, making her hands shake, clouding her mind. She closed her eyes, letting out a ragged breath, trying to calm herself. That wasn’t the moment to panic. The humid air hit her face, and she knew she was officially inside. It was only when she opened her eyes that the reality of what was happening crashed down on her.

A voice resounded in the Arena. “Ladies and Gentlemen, let the Seventy-first Hunger Games begin.”

The countdown started. Sixty seconds.

Nina frantically looked at her surroundings, but she was too agitated to actually take in what she was seeing. She had to get a grip on herself, or she’d die within the first minute. Taking a deep breath, she tried her best to focus on what was around her, and find a solution before the countdown ended.

Forty seconds.

A rainforest, it seemed. The platforms were arranged in a circle around the Cornucopia, which was placed in the middle of a huge grassy space, mostly empty, but surrounded by trees in the distance. She’d have to run a lot before reaching the actual forest. If she gave up on the goods the Cornucopia offered, she could make it without fighting. But if she found herself in another tribute’s path without a weapon, she was dead. Fuck. She had to decide, and quickly.

Twenty seconds.

Or she could jump now and let the landmines blow her up. The audience wouldn’t like that. She pushed away the idea, horrified that something like that had even crossed her mind. She had to stay alive. She had promised herself she’d go back home, she couldn’t afford to indulge in that kind of thoughts.

Ten seconds.

There were backpacks, just outside the Cornucopia. She could take one of those, it would be better than nothing. She was fast, way more than the others, if she wasn’t wrong. But what if she was wrong?

Three. Two. One.

Fuck it. Nina jumped off the platform and ran in the Cornucopia’s direction, following her first instinct. As some tributes directly ran away into the woods without and others made the same decision as her, meaning they didn’t have a weapon yet, she reached it almost without trouble. She grabbed the closest backpacks and hid behind one of the multiple corners of the metal structure. She was right, she was the quickest among them, and she had managed to get there first. Chances were, the others hadn’t even seen her, too focused on their target. She figured the Careers, more confident after years of training, would venture into the mouth of the Cornucopia to grab the most valuable supplies, such as weapons and food, while the tributes from the other districts would grab the first things they found in their way and run. If she was right, she’d to wait until all of the tributes who chose take something from the Cornucopia were inside before getting out. Then she’d have to be quick.

Once again, Nina was right. As soon as the Careers entered the giant horn, she fled, her feet barely touching the ground as she ran in the forest’s direction. Behind her, the bloodbath started, and piercing screams reached her ears as the weaker tributes started to die at the hands of the stronger ones. But she ran without looking back, ignoring the screams and the pain in her legs, and kept on running even when she got to the forest, diving into its depths. She’d have plenty of time to study it later.

Nina only stopped when the adrenaline started to wear out, the fatigue threatening to make her knees give out. Panting, she sat on the roots of a tree, taking a few minutes to breathe. She was deep into the forest, probably far away enough from the others to allow herself to rest for a while. And she could take advantage of that moment to check what she had managed to snap up. She opened the black backpack and took out one item at a time.

A bottle. It was empty, much to her disappointment, but she could fill it, if she found a source of water. It was rather small, but capacious enough to last almost a day, if she rationed the water. Not bad.

An apple, half rotten on one side. Delicious.

A napkin. A fucking napkin. She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Were they kidding her? What the hell was she supposed to do with it? She shook her head, putting it back in the backpack with an annoyed huff. A napkin. Was that some kind of sick joke?

However, Nina’s disappointment disappeared when she went to grab the last item and something sliced her finger. Her gaze lit up as she took the object out. A knife. A sharp knife, with a thick blade. She had barely touched it, yet it had cut her. At least she could put the napkin to good use, she joked to herself, wiping the blood away with the white fabric. She placed the knife in her belt and the rest of the items in the backpack. Then she checked that Vittorio’s bouncy ball was still safe in her pocket, and got up. It was time to explore the Arena a bit.

72nd Hunger Games - First Day

Lucas and Nora had left that morning with the stylists. In a few minutes, Claudius Templesmith would announce the beginning of the 72nd Hunger Games, and they would appear on the screens of the whole Panem, along with 22 other kids sent to the slaughter. In the Training Centre, the room where they would transmit the Games was filling with mentors, who were taking their seats in front of the big screen. Everybody’s nerves were on edge, and the tension was so dense one could cut through it with a knife. Even the older mentors were in a clear state of agitation.

Nina sat in the third row with Alfie, and shortly after a dark-haired woman joined them. Eva Smith, District ten’s mentor. They had never spoken before, but she remembered her from the training, the previous year. District eleven’s mentor, Aveline Young - or Volcano Girl, as everyone called her -, on the other hand, glared at Alfie before walking past him. If she had to be honest, the dynamic between the Victors confused her, and she had been one of them for too short a time to make any sense out of it.

Suddenly, the lights went down, the screen lit up, and Claudius’s voice resounded through the speakers.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, let the Seventy-second Hunger Games begin.”

NEXT CHAPTER

@call-sign-shark @justrainandcoffee @evita-shelby @emotionalcadaver @lunarubra

[blueywrites]

Come and get your love by Redbone is my favorite song of all time. One of my other favorite's is September by Earth Wind and Fire and I recently found a mashup of the two and I've had it on repeat ever since.

As for a movie/tv or book recommendation I'd have to say Dark on Netflix. It's a German show about time travel and it is one of the best told stories I've ever watched. There's murder and mystery and twists and turns and a sprinkling of love (although definitely not in the way you might think) and it's just so so so good. Another one I really like is a Korean Drama called Reply 1988. It's about a bunch of families who live in the same neighborhood during the 80's, centered on the teens mostly during their final year of high school and the years after that as they become young adults. The main storyline has to do with the female lead and the boy she ends up marrying in the end. They cut back and forth from the present when she's married and in her 40's if remember correctly and back to their past as teens but the thing is you don't find out who she marries until the very end. It's one big guessing game and it's done so well. There's so much heart in this show it's insane. So much to do with familial love and first love and friendship and the families are so adorable and the whole series is incredibly funny. I have to warn you that there is some heartbreak there too but overall, the show feels like the biggest bear hug or coming back home to fresh, steaming bowl of your favourite soup after a long hard, cold day.

What are some of your favorite songs and shows?

Thanks so much for sharing!! I really enjoy Childish Gambino, when he released his album 3.15.20 it became my COVID anthem. I played it on repeat haha. And I've heard great things about Dark, too! I'll have to look into the other one, I've never heard of it before, but it sounds really interesting.

I have such a wide variety of taste in music, it's hard to narrow it down to favorites. But right now I'm listening to a lot of Agnes Obel because her music is kinda spooky and witchy. Here's one I like!

As for tv shows... One of my all-time favorites is North and South with Richard Armitage. It's a historical romance/drama, and it has some great themes about class. I also like Call the Midwife, which is in a similar setting but is very heartwarming. I enjoyed Peaky Blinders too, but I haven't seen all of it!

Oh! And one of my favorite favorite favorites has to be Over the Garden Wall. I felt like it spoke to my soul when I watched it the first time haha

[duderosiers]

the big old au post

hello.

here's a full rundown of au's i enjoy doing and if i can find the relevant roles for my ocs to fit in. some are more based on media than others, however im open to a lot of other aus as long as i know what I'm doing or have a idea haha.

WESTERN AU ; basic wild west au. settings depend on the oc used. i see rafael as a bounty hunter living in texas, ophelia as the pastors daughter and j.c as an outlaw. these are all malleable, and most of my knowledge comes from rdr2.

REGENCY AU; bridgerton. basically just bridgerton au. happy to change the setting and time. this is for j.c and ophelia. i could fit in rafael as well but i don't see the setting so clearly for him. ophelia is still unmarried due to a scandal a few seasons ago. j.c is the restrained son of a duke who hides many secrets. he also doubles as a lowborn ready to be someone's dirty little secret.

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE / TWD AU; the world ended and the dead came to life. join all 3 of my ocs in this world. scenarios include simply trying to survive and find some happiness, trying to escape the city to a safe haven, or perhaps escaping people who've gone nutty. happy to begin this as the virus spreads and chaos ensues, or a few years into it. kind of based on a variety of zombie media.

BIRD PEOPLE AU; they're just all birds. or types of bird people. maximum ride BAYBEEE. they could be escaped experiments or this is literally just a world populated by bird people. for all 3.

SPECIES SWAP AU; just a general exploration of my characters as different species. this includes siren j.c, fae j.c and wolf j.c, fae ophelia and vampire ophelia, and fae rafael and vampire rafael. their backstories will be edited to reflect these changes.

CYBERPUNK AU; based on the videogame & tabletop game cyberpunk 2077. this is more of a specific au where in the future the world is owned by huge megacorporations. its basically the world we live in now but x10 exacerbated. everything outside major cities is dust. gang violence is the only way to really make it in the city if you're not rich. all 3 of my ocs fit into this au ; rafael is a leader of a sect of the valentino's and carries a gold arm, ophelia is a heiress who's 60% chrome and has her own line of beauty cybernetics and j.c would be a braindance tuner who sells XBD on the down low.

COFFEE SHOP AU; its the classic. more of a ship type setting for fluff. a chance to explore ✨️ships✨️

MOB AU; they're gangsters. very peaky blinders, goodfellas, the godfather, gangs of london. characters can be part of the same gang or different gangs. can also be set in a different time period. all 3 are included in this au.

GODS AU; in which the gods of various religions and cultures walk among us. they might know eachother, they could all be friends or exes. maybe they've given up godhood. all 3 are included in this au. maybe there's like a summit of them all. like a big old meeting of the old world gods and they attend.

ANGEL/DEMONS AU; good omens au but more flexible. much like the gods au they walk among the living. some enjoy humanity, some want to see it burn. a good old forbidden love au. can fit lots of dynamics in here. for all 3.

SOULMATE AU; one of those dumb old school fanfiction aus where you get a tattoo at 12 that matches to your soul mate somewhere around the world. or like you see colour when you touch or you get their signature on your wrist. another more shippy one. all 3 are included.

im up for a lot of things so. you know I can hash stuff out and shoot the shit in dms. i know a lot of pop culture, happy to slot them into pre existing molds.

[lilyrachelcassidy]

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Close to all the peaky blinders and likes to tease the Shelbys

Words: 739

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, slightly embarrassed Tommy 

Drawn 

"Four Scottish Whiskies," a familiar voice said beside you.

Turning away from the bar where you were simultaneously preparing other orders and wiping a counter, you turned, shooting a wide smile at him. "Certainly, sir," you said playfully. "Good to see you back Arthur."

"Likewise," he responded with a smirk, briefly lifting a newsboy cap from his head and giving a quick nod in your direction. "Anything new?"

You shrugged. "Not much. Same old: debauchery, chant, and boisterous lads.” 

"And us," Arthur added to the top of that, a grin gracing his lips again.

"And you," you repeated after him, nodding, a smirk never dissipating from your face. "Don't want to keep you waiting, Arthur. Why don't you go and wait with the rest of your brothers, and I’ll be there shortly with your drinks.”

The idea was deemed to be quite appealing to him as he started to nod. “Eh, alright...” And then he retired, once more leaving you with your previously abandoned undertakings.

It took around two minutes for you to deal with all of the orders and now you were briskly concocting the last drinks for the guests in the secluded area of the pub -- Shelby brothers. They were frequent visitors of the place and from what Harry had taught you, also the most important ones. With that nagging thought which had rendered you quite timid before your first face-to-face, you had eventually found out that Shelbies weren’t actually all that bad. More than that, you could also easily say that you actually found common ground.

Someway, with each of them.

With drinks on the tray, you started to make your way to the last table in swift prances. You knocked on the door three times as you reached it, and when a muffled ‘come in’ issued, you obeyed without further ado.

“Here you go, boys.” You set the tray on the table, allotting a glass of Scottish Whiskey to each one of them. The last one was Tommy’s and when you were taking a glass off of the container, your gazes met and lingered on each other for longer than needed. If not for the fact that after a moment of just staring some whistles and provocative comments were made, you were pretty sure that you wouldn’t have torn your eyes away from him so quickly.

“Thank you, love,” said Arthur, a stupid, almost maniacal grin on his face. If others weren’t around, you would certainly smack him on the arm. “Although, I reckon I shouldn’t be the one thanking.”

That bastard.

A robust blush welcomed your face and you felt warmth spreading across your chest. If only eyes could kill, Arthur certainly would be a victim of your ocular homicide, judging by the glance that you had sent him.

“Eh, what do you say, Tommy?” Now, it was John's turn to chaff.

Tommy glared at him but remained silent.

In lieu, he glanced back at you with your cheeks now raging red and gave you an apologetic look of an embarrassed adolescent. You responded with a sweet smile on your lips which was hardly perceivable by those who weren’t staring, so as not to raise another reason for whistles.

Obviously, you were profoundly attracted to Tommy. Who wouldn’t be? With his stirring blue eyes which you believed could pretty much penetrate your soul, and his long eyelashes, he gave an appearance of a man you could have trusted and been vulnerable with at the same time. And with his sturdy physique and his angular face, he sure made women fall head over heels for him. You wondered--

“Y/N, can you please give me a hand? A bunch of new customers just came in and I won’t manage on my own,” Harry interrupted your train of thoughts, and you mentally thanked him for his sudden reappearance. You loved chit-chatting with Shelbies, but in the situation of a definite tease when you were brought into a high pitch of embarrassment, you preferred to retreat.

“Coming, Harry,” you replied. “Sorry, boys, but I have to get back to work. But you enjoy yourself, yeah?”

“We sure will,” said John simply.

With nothing more to add, you excused yourself but not before sending them the last smile. They responded with the same, slowly supping on their drinks. When you left, however, you could still hear that the conversation continued. “Are you idiots out of your freaking mind?”

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A/N: Anon, sorry once more for the delay. I hope that the embarrassed Tommy Shelby would make up for it;) And an FYI, I’m already in the process of writing a surprise that I have mentioned before. I still have to process some ideas that I’ve equipped, and oh boy, I just hope it’ll be as nicely written as it is in my head.

Thank you for your feedback and I literally love reading your comments/thoughts:D In any case, do not hesitate to DM me, I love talking with y’all. Idk, if I should make a taglist for Tommy Shelby fanfics, but if someone is interested, pls let me know:)

[look-at-the-soul]

500 followers, 500 thank yous’!!!!

What?! Can’t believe this, I never thought I’d reach 10, let alone 500!!!

✨ I’d like to start my Oscars speech with a sincere thank you to each one of you beautiful souls reading, liking, sharing and writing back… this wouldn’t be possible without you.

Trust me, I now recognize each of the ones constantly sharing the stories, the ones leaving lovely messages part after part, the anonymous comments and I treasure everyone of you.

I wasn’t sure to make a celebration or not, but honestly, I wouldn’t be here writing and staying up late (sometimes very late at night) writing the crazy ideas I get… so why not? Since we’re at different time zones, I thought of two celebrations, one for PM and one like a brunch (yeah, I’m that extra hostess 😉).

I’d love to see you all raising your glass with me, there’s a drinks table full of 🍷, 🍺, 🥃, 🍹, 🥂,🍸, mimosas, margaritas, and also non-alcoholic drinks, whatever you want🥰

I hope you don’t think it’s too much alcohol 🤦🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ Goodness what you must be thinking of me, I only drink a glass of wine every now and then, on special occasions… So I prepared a table of desserts for you! Brownies, cookies, oatmeal bars, eclairs, lemon tart, scones, macaroons… brunch, whatever you fancy! Be my guest

So you (lovely reader!) can send me a gif or a photo of the characters I write for Cillian, Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders), Lenny Miller (Anna movie), Robert Fischer (Inception movie), Emmet (A quiet place 2), Raymond Leon (In time movie), William Killick (The Edge of love movie), Damien O’Donovan (The wind that shakes the Barley), Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow in Batman), Martin (Retreat) (am I forgetting someone????) with or without a prompt you choose and I’ll write a small blurb.

🔮 Send one of these in my ask box and I will answer your question(s)… anything you want to know about me 😉

🗳 Send me something you would like to see in my stories and we’ll see what we can do (a quote you love, song, poem, situation).

Some prompts in this link you can send me or choose for yourself👇🏻

Link to prompts

✨You’d like to see your love story be part of a fanfic? Send it in! I’m always looking for inspiration.

📖 Or you can also write your own blurb/one shot inspired by my celebration (totally free) and I will be forever grateful and honored 😊, moodboards are always welcome!!! (Tag me!)

♥️ Last but not least, send me what you love/like about a story, I always love to hear from you. Your comments feed my soul.

🍀I don’t want to set an specific end date because I don’t know how long it will take me to fit this with the on going stories and we all know that inspiration can’t be forced, but let’s say you have July to send whatever you feel like.

💕I’m adding some lovely accounts I highly recommend you start following in case you don’t know them. Some of them are incredible writers some make gif/moodboards and some are the biggest cheerleaders of this fandom, these go in no particular order… and I’m glad I came across everyone. (I wanted to add everybody) 🥰🥰

@missymurphy1985 @gypsy-girl-08 @lyarr24 @zablife @theshelbyclan @thesoldiersminute (thank you for all your incredible gifs!) @holacia2 @peakyv @queenshelby @cillspropertea @madame-wilsonn @theshelbyslimited @runnning-outof-time @l1-l4 @gretelshelby @allie131313 @cloudofdisney @heidimoreton @killmecillian @retromafia @tatianapetrovna @2000snostaalgiia @seleneshelby @ange-thoughts @cillmequick @datewithgianni @peaky-cillian @anonymooseforever007 @yrli8 @celticmelody @toms-cherry-trees @shaddixlife @padfootdaredmetoo @evita-shelby @shelbydelrey

[runnning-outof-time]

Happy 2 Years, To Be Alone 🎉🎉

Thanks to the lovely Flor @raincoffeeandfandoms and her decision to include my OC Celia Farraday in her OC asks that she has been sending out, I realized that I posted the first chapter of To Be Alone two years ago today.

This story was my first endeavor into the world of fic writing for Peaky Blinders, and it was the first story I’d written in a few years. On top of that, it was the first time I’d ever posted a piece of my writing on Tumblr — I remember being so nervous about getting it right but at the same time so very excited to be writing again. My goodness what a journey I’ve been on since I posted that first chapter.

I’d like to quickly shoutout some of the people who have been supporting me since the beginning, because if it weren’t for you showing interest in my story, I’d probably not still be posting on here. @mootiemoose (you were my first follower after I posted my story, the first username I added to a taglist and the first person to comment on it — I’ll remember that forever), @theshelbyclan (you were the first big Peaky blog to share my story — thanks for giving me the recognition) and @look-at-the-soul (you were the first mutual that I really talked to and built a friendship with) — I know there were others who have been along for the ride with me from early on and this post would get super long if I listed everyone…my heart goes out to ALL OF YOU. Thank you for joining me in this fic writing journey!!

So I figured I’d do something special for Celia on the 2nd anniversary of her story beginning … after so much scrolling on Pinterest and many different Google searches, I think I’ve finally found a faceclaim for her ………..

Everyone, meet Celia Rose Farraday!!!!

This is Rose Williams as Charlotte Heywood from the series Sandition. The time periods aren’t the same, but I felt that she could mesh well into canon. — the only thing I believe may be different is that Celia has hazel eyes.

The second I saw a picture of her smiling, I just knew that she had to be Celia’s faceclaim — her smile instantly made me feel happy and that’s exactly what Celia did while I was writing her story, and as I’ve gone back and re-read her story.

I hope you’ll also find that she fits the part!!

I’ve also been in the process of giving the story a facelift and fixing minor things that I’ve been able to find. I’m only on Chapter 7 with that because I’ve actually started reading the story (because I haven’t read it since I posted it on here). So if you see some formatting changes, this is why!

One last time, thank you for joining me on this journey!! 💕