#Shark’s 1K

[runnning-outof-time]

@call-sign-shark Happy 1K Followers, Shark!! I love your celebration idea!! Thanks so much for allowing me to write something with a reader - I just knew that I had to write something for Arthur for you! I used the angst prompt ‘swear it to me’ … hopefully it makes sense! The moodboard doesn’t really match the fic…I was just thinking of Arthur’s angel and went went it. Enjoy! :)

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Swear It To Me

Arthur Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of a killing, season 3 spoilers

Word Count: 1080

Summary: Arthur needs some extra reassurance from (Y/N) after a day of rather unsettling events.

All of the lights in the house were off when (Y/N) entered it. An amber glow was shining through the archway that led to the living room, telling her that the fire was lit. She hoped that someone was occupying the room. Those hopes were answered just by standing in the archway.

The top of Arthur’s head was visible over the chair he was slumped down in. (Y/N) now hoped that he wasn’t drunk. She took a few steps into the room. The sound of her feet scuffing off of the hardwood made Arthur sit up straight, his head snapping in her direction.

“Hmm…it’s just you, sweetheart,” he mumbled upon recognizing who’d entered the room. He reassumed his relaxed position as she made her way to the couch that was positioned to the right of his chair.

“It’s just me,” (Y/N) affirmed as she situated herself on the couch so that she was turned to face him.

Silence filled the room then as Arthur stared straight ahead and (Y/N) kept her eyes focused on him. She wanted to know why he’d chose to sit in the dark here, but at the same time she didn’t want to open a can of worms that didn’t need opening.

After some time, Arthur finally spoke. “We saw Tommy today,” he started off, his voice soft in nature.

“You did? How is he handling things?” (Y/N) asked, a hopeful look in her eyes as her husband spoke about his grieving brother.

“He’s, ah…he’s still closed off. Sayin’ he’s back but he really isn’t. You know how Tommy is,” he answered, his words making all of (Y/N)’s hope flush out of her system within seconds, a frown forming on her face. “Anyway…he gave John and I some things to do…” he trailed off, looking down at his hands as he wrung them together.

(Y/N) sent him a knowing look. She already had an inkling of what those ‘things’ could have been. But she didn’t push him to share. At this point, she knew that pushing would make him shut down.

“He wanted us to go get Mr. Changretta from the docks and bring him to a warehouse. Mr. Changretta’s wife was traveling with him…they were going to New York,” he started off.

“She was our teacher,” (Y/N) recalled the lovely woman, smiling softly at the memory of her.

“She was,” Arthur nodded, “and Tommy wanted us to shoot her on site…take the husband and shoot her.”

The blood ran from (Y/N)’s face as she heard the added detail. “You, you didn’t…” she whispered out.

“We couldn’t,” Arthur shook his head, hanging it slightly. “We went against Tommy’s orders and let her go. Just took the old man instead,” he explained how he and his brother had handled things. “We took him to the warehouse, like Tommy wanted. And Tommy wasn’t himself there…said he was gonna keep him alive all night and wait for the birds to sing. I didn’t let him get that far. I, uh…” he paused, choking on his words and then clearing his throat in hopes that (Y/N) wouldn’t notice the fact that he was getting emotional. She noticed. “I shot the old man in the head…told Tommy I heard the birds. We’re bad men, but we’re…we’re not that.” he finished his statement by letting out a shaky breath. He shook his head once more before dropping it, his eyes focused on his lap.

“Oh Arthur…” (Y/N) trailed off as she moved from the couch to kneel beside his chair. She took his hands in hers and squeezed them, showing him that she was there.

“She remembered me you know,” he started, his eyes finding her again, “Mrs Changretta. She remembered me; remembered my smile and how she used to look the other way. And I…I killed her husband.” It was easy to hear how upset with himself he sounded. “I shoulda looked the other way too.”

“You did though,” (Y/N) was quick to point out. “Tommy wanted her dead. You and John spared her.”

“I still did the work of the fuckin’ devil,” he spoke in a dejected tone, removing one of his hands from her hold so that he could press his fingers into his eyes.

“You still have good in your heart,” she reminded him, “all that work you did on yourself…it isn’t for nothing. It hasn’t gone now that this has happened.” Her words were soft, and her heart broke as she heard him let out a choked sob.

“Swear it to me, angel.”

“What’s that?” (Y/N) asked. His voice was so soft that she wasn’t sure if she’d heard him properly.

“I need you to swear it to me…swear it to me that you’ll stay by my side; that even though I’ve done this, you won’t give up on me,” he expanded on his original sentence, finally dropping his hand from his face. (Y/N)’s heart broke at the sight of his red eyes and even from far away, she could see the tears brimming in them.

“I won’t, Arthur,” her answer was immediate. “I know the good you have in your heart,” she accentuated her words by squeezing his hands. “I know it better than anyone else, and I know that it’ll always be there.”

Arthur brought his hand up to run through his hair as he took a deep breath. He let it out slowly before he reached out and ran his hand down (Y/N)’s cheek. She smiled at the soft touch, letting her eyes flutter shut as he traced the line of her jaw before gently taking hold of her chin. Her eyes reopened when she felt him brush his thumb across her bottom lip, and her smile widened at the sight above her.

“I love you, angel,” he breathed, his words, and eyes, filled with love.

“I love you, Arthur,” she repeated the phrase back to him, her eyes not once straying from his.

The hurt in his heart was still present, but each second that her eyes stayed locked with his was making the pain feel more and more distant. He knew he’d have to continue to do the work of the devil, but he was thankful that he’d still have this angel by his side, and that she’d help him through it.

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MASTERLIST

[call-sign-shark]

Shark’s 1K Followers Celebration

Heyah, darlings! This blog has reached +1K few days ago and I still cannot believe it. Thank you so much for your love, your support and your friendship. Moreover, it has been six months since I joined the Peaky Blinders fandom and, to be honest, it has been the best internet decision I’ve ever made. When skies are gray, I know that opening Tumblr and interacting with you, as well as reading your work, always makes me smile. Especially these last two weeks, which have been harsh with me. Still now things aren’t 100% alright but I’m working on it. Anyway I am so thankful to have you all. 🥺🖤

To celebrate this significant milestone, I thought about a fun concept loosely inspired by my lovely @raincoffeeandfandoms ‘ events “Girl Wanna Have Fun”. So there are two ways in which you can participate in this celebration.

1. Dangerous Women

Write or create something about your OC and Heaven. Anything you want: a tea party, a fight, getting drunk together, an AU, a crack ship… They don’t even need to get along. Just be wild and free in your creativity. If you don’t wanna write it can be a moodboard, a playlist etc. All kinds of creations are accepted. You can obviously choose one of the prompt below if you need some ideas/starters.

2. Theme: Angel.

Choose one of the prompts below and write/create about your Peaky Blinders OC. The only rule is that the word “angel” should appear once. It can be your OC x A canon character, or just your character. I wanna show love to your lovely OCs. If you don’t have an OC and still want to participate, you can.

Fluff.

Angst.

Choose the Genre

[the-lonelyshepherd]

my dad turned on a. random movie and he said “you’ll like it” bc there were sharks in the trailer (?) and the whole thing is in french and like sharks are killing people in paris and there were lesbians but then one of them got eaten by sharks???? idfk what’s going on

[0fps]

So, you're the ones responsible for my overtime?

[lionfloss]

National Geographic

[clown-around-and-find-out]

[nemfrog]

The shark in pursuit of a meal. In ocean land. 1927.

Internet Archive

[nightfallsystem]

why r people so scared of sharks. theyre literally just a fish. u just leave them be and ur fine. they go blub blub.

[etchif]

[duskvortex]

Sharktober day 5 - candy shark

Who wants a fruit gummy shark?

[call-sign-shark]

Shark's 1K Celebration || Creation

A place to compile all the wonderful works made by the lovely mutuals that I love with all my heart. Thank you again for your never-ending love and support. Please check out their works, they are freaking talented and their talent is underrated. This is literally the best fandom in the world and I'm proud of all of you. Don't worry if you didn't participate: if we're mutual, I adore you.

Written Works:

Stolen Angel ( John Shelby x Heaven Shelby) @zablife

Pasts and Futures ( Eleanor Shelby / Heaven Shelby) @dearshelby

Not Yours (Tommy Shelby x Lucy Winters x Grace Burges) @emotionalcadaver

Snow on The Beach (Sonya & Sylvie Shelby / Heaven Shelby) @pacifymebby

Swear It to Me (Arthur Shelby x Reader) @runnning-outof-time

Inside the Truth (Modern!Arthur Shelby x Reader) @peakyltd

Visiting the Bayou ( The LaVeau / Heaven Shelby / Arthur Shelby) @cljordan-imperium

Visual Works:

Partner In Crimes ( Rose Solomons / Heaven Shelby) @raincoffeeandfandoms

Pierced By Cupid (Heaven In Your Eyes Trailer edit) @brummiereader

Partying and Causing Trouble (Nina Ferrante / Heaven Shelby) @peakyswritings

Moodboard (Cosmos / Heaven Shelby) by @jjovin3221

Dark Wings Dark Words (Eva Smith x Tommy Shelby) @evita-shelby

Angel (Pete Mitchell) @there-goes-thefighter

Her Hidden Fangs (Modern!Arthur x Vampire!Heaven) by @shelbydelrey

[kurozero]

[spadefish]

A collection of fish from this month and last month... all of these but one are real!

Cod, Fairy shrimp, Glass Octopus, Frilled Shark, Tully Monster, and String Cheese Fish. :)

[zablife]

Stolen Angel

Created for @call-sign-shark 1K celebration. Congrats again, darling! I chose the 2nd theme: angel with the angst prompt "This isn't right." I hope you enjoy it!

John Shelby x Heaven Lavey Shelby

A/N: Heaven Shelby is an OC belonging to @call-sign-shark and is Arthur Shelby's wife.

John always felt a deep connection to his brother’s wife, Heaven. When the enemy attacked him on his doorstep Christmas morning 1925, he swore he saw a blinding light around her small frame as she used all her healing powers to pry him from the cold embrace of death. Now he felt bound to protect the woman he thought of as his guardian angel. It was a vow he upheld when Arthur stole himself away from the Changrettas and everyone he cared about.

John was merely a brother doing his duty to family. However, the tenuous thread between friendship and something more suddenly snapped when Heaven confided she wished to stay longer. She needed time to herself after Arthur’s deceit which had been too much for their short marriage to bear. When Heaven realized they were crossing a line she warned, "This isn't right," and John had to agree.

Arthur was his flesh and blood after all, but he couldn't help the overwhelming feeling that his loyalties were shifting despite himself. Every moment spent in Heaven's intoxicating company convinced him they were meant for one another. Each morning with the children a glimpse of what their life together could be. When Arthur returned one day high on snow, angry and violent, it was all John needed to act swiftly and mercilessly.

He tortured himself with the memory of his fateful decision every day for years to come as he sat rotting in his prison cell without so much as a letter from the woman he was so enchanted with long ago. He was only certain of one thing when he thought of atonement for Arthur’s murder. He had attempted to bend the will of the heavens and fallen into the depths of hell in the process. He would spend the rest of his life praying to be forgiven for stealing God's most cherished creature from his own kin.

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Tag list:

@peakyswritings

@evita-shelby

@shelbydelrey

@alanadetigy

@severewobblerlightdragon

@lovemissyhoneybee

@theshelbyslimited

@kittycatcait219

@callsign-fangirl

@notyour-valentine

@areyenotfondofmelobster

@polishcrazyone

@elenavampire21

@little-diable

@lyarr24

@jomarch-wannabe

@the-fangirl-diaries

@helen06dreamer

@raincoffeeandfandoms

@dearshelby

@cillmequick

@cljordan-imperium

@pacifymebby

@peakyltd

@brummiereader

@multifandomwriter56

@runnning-outof-time

@emotionalcadaver

[brummiereader]

Pierced By Cupid

In celebration of @call-sign-shark 1k followers I made this little video. Since I don't have an OC I decided to make something inspired by one of my favourites, Heaven. This video is based of the first chapter of Sharks incredible series "Heaven In Your Eyes". Congratulations again hun! ( P.S sorry for the crappy quality, Heaven is a hard girl to find on video!)

Song credit: "My jolly sailor bold" by The Three Sirens.

"I'm not who you think I am…"

"No... you're an angel"

[kendallroygf]

i once read something that described kendall as taking up maximum space at the dinner table, scoffing everything down and even picking at the food stuck between his teeth at the end . and it’s like. what a wild misunderstanding of the character. he’s constantly wilting, has literally never finished his plate and it’s actually. odd how absent he is at every dinner table , constant dissociation that’s framed as normal as everybody chats around him