#michael gray x bonnie gold

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Peaky blinders headcannon ->

“the boys finding out the reader is a virgin”

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Tommy🪖

🪖Tommy had been courting you for a good few months now; much longer than he would any other woman. But he quite liked you so he was more than willing to make an exception for the lovely young lady that had just moved to the area.

🪖You’d moved for a fresh start, away from your past and to Birmingham. You’d packed your bags and left home and got on the train - taking it as far as it would go and got out when the conductor pleaded with you to disembark as they’d start the journey back to your beginnings.

🪖You’d accepted the job at The Garrison, noting the sign in the window as you aimlessly wandered the streets, mindlessly questioning your intentions. The sign in the window was almost a call from God and you hurried inside, being greeted by the bar man and a few raised eyebrows at the young girl with her life in a suitcase and hair all tangled. “Y’alright love? Look like you need a drink.” You shook your head. “A job is what I need. Still hiring?” You asked and he looked you over once. “When can you start?”

🪖So eleven months deep with a flat and a job you were quite happy in Birmingham. Your specialty straying away from being a barmaid and more towards being a hostess and front of house staff. You’d seat people and prepare the hotel lodgings upstairs, and arrange rooms and port for pesky business when it came down to it. And in the process you’d captured the attention of a certain blinder who believed he had no business interfering with the life of a young maiden just getting back on her feet, but you entertained him so who was he to be so austere and deny himself such pleasures?

🪖You were shutting shop on a Saturday night, footfall substantial and you’d finally managed to kick all drunkards out of the pub after much struggle and a bit of help from John Shelby, who’d tipped his hat and went on his merry way. You’d grabbed your coat of the hanger, hearing the door bell chime behind you “we’re closed” you announced, pivoting on your heel “I know.” That all familiar voice sounded and you peeked your head. “Alright, Tommy?” You ask, getting your bag and fastening your coat; preparing for a cold winter night in Birmingham.

🪖He stepped closer and you, in turn, stepped backwards until you were trapped against the bar. “This has gone on for long enough,” he says gruffly, staring deep into your eyes and studying your face. You’d raised your brows “what has, Tom?” He shook his head and chuckled slightly. “You and I; ‘m so sick of seeing you and not being able to have you for myself.” He tells you, right arm wrapping around your waist and head dipping slightly.

🪖Your hand came up to hold him where he was and he stopped, in question. “Not like this Tommy.” You say, looking away but he grasps your chin gently to pull you back to face him. “Not like this?” He hums “Thomas, I’ve never..” you lead off hoping he’d understand what you were implying. He thought for a moment before it clicked. “Never?” You shook your head “never.” His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed a lump in his throat “never.” He mumbled. “And how should I go about this the right way?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips and smiling slightly.

🪖“Dinner and a nice walk.” You say and he nods with a hum. “How’s tomorrow?” You shake your head “not leaving Harry to deal with your lot on a Sunday.” “When you next off?” He asks “Friday.” “Then we’ll go out on Friday.” You nod and smile, but point a judging finger at him. “No guns” he smiles “yes sweetheart, no guns.” “And no peaky business” he shakes his head “no business.” “No fighting either, at all” you warn and he chuckles “I promise” you lean your hand up to caress his face and he leans into your touch. “Take that bloody razor blade out of your cap too.” He raises a brow “how do you know about that?” “You underestimate the amount of times I’ve carried Arthur out of this bar and nearly sliced my hand on that thing.”

🪖“I want to see Thomas. No Shelby.” You say and he blinks. “Then Thomas you shall have.” “May I walk you home?” He asks and you smile up at him “you may” and he offers an arm to walk you to your house, looking forward to taking the last of your innocence the following Friday.

Alfie🧸

🧸Alfie recently started attending his local synagogue, at first yes: to reconnect with his faith, but now it was to see the young woman who attended every day, volunteering as your father was the rabbi. Albeit that sounding wrong, Alfie thought the rabbi was bordering on ancient and you were younger than him, but you were nearly twenty six so that wasn’t too bad.. right?

🧸“Ah Mr Solomons, back again I see” the rabbi commented, noted the recent inclination of Alfie’s presence at the house of God. “Well, been trying to reconnect.” He told his superior. “With God or with my daughter?” The rabbi asked and Alfie’s brows rose. “E-excuse me?” He choked on his words. The rabbi smirked with a slight twinkle in his eye “I’m not stupid” “no, of course you’re not-” “I’ve seen how you’ve been eyeing her.” Alfie quietened for a moment. “Well, y’see she’s a lovely young lady” “I agree, that’s how I raised her.” “And I’d like to ask her for dinner, with your blessing, f’course.” Alfie began to ramble but his elder cut him off.

🧸“Not with the business you’re in, Alfred.” And his mouth ran dry. “For her I’d get out of it, move to Morecambe, open a bakery, marry, have kids, y’know I’d raise them proper.” Rabbi Kaplan again hummed “but that sort of business isn’t the kind you can get out of, is it?” “You did, Abe.” Alfie corrects him and there’s a moment of contemplative silence. “You’re right I did. But no one hurts a rabbi.” “Then I’ll get ordained.” Alfie shrugged. Abraham looked at the man before him. “Gods punished me enough. He knows how much physical pain I’m in. And ‘m not gettin’ any younger. Neither’s she. ‘nd I never wanna be in this business anymore. Wanna settle down, dogs, kids, grandkids, the works.” Alfie says and Abe’s tongue protrudes from his lips to lick his dry lips as he thinks.

🧸“If I allow this, he’s watching.” The man looks up “I know.” “And if I allow this, she calls all the shots.” Alfie nods “wouldn’t have it any other way” “as in she says no, means no. She wants to go for a walk at two in the morning, you take her. She wants to come here, you bring her. She wants to get married, you wed her.” The man took two steps closer so him and Alfie were closer than any Rabbit should be with his child “she tells you to jump of the docks, you jump.” Alfie’s eyes don’t falter. “Done.” Abraham closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face “alright, you have my blessing.” Alfie nods, trying to suppress his glee, shaking the rabbi’s hand and walking towards the front of the synagogue where you were sat counting donations.

🧸“Excuse me missus” Alfie clears his throat and you look up at him, swallowing with a lump in his throat “yes?” “I was wondering if you’d like to go for an eat to bite, I mean a bite to eat, I mean-” you giggle at him “yes Alfie I’d love to go out with you.” Alfie sighed in relief and smiled down at you noting how the rabbi had wandered off elsewhere. You sealed and locked the cash box, storing it where I belonged and Alfie held his arm out for you to take “shall we?” You grin back at him “we shall”

🧸You’d been seeing Alfie for going on several months, and today he’d arranged for a restaurant to be shut down in order for the two of you to enjoy some peace and quiet together. You’d enjoyed a lovely romantic meal, accompanied by a bouquet of white tulips and a sneaky kiss to Alfie’s cheek, which he was grateful that they were covered by a large beard - disguising his beat-red features.

🧸Alfie was walking you back to his house, as you’d both previously agreed that you’d stay for the night and head towards Morecambe Bay the following day: to pick out a cottage on the seafront.

🧸You had some clothes at Alfie’s house, for events such as this where you’d decided to stay or go elsewhere the following day without needing to drop back home for anything. You were uncoiling your hair, and your gentle giant came around to hug you from behind, kissing up your neck until you giggled from being tickled, turning to kiss his lips.

🧸Your eyes surveyed one another’s for a moment, him leaning back down to kiss you in a more seriously insinuating manner - sciatica obviously not bothering him today as he managed to pick you up and lead you to his bed. “Alfie wait,” you say quickly and the man immediately stopped “what’s wrong treacle? If y’don’t want to we’ll stop here ‘nd-” “no it’s not that” your left hand fiddled with the rings on your right “what’s wrong flower?” He caressed your cheek gently. “Alfie I’ve never done anything before.” You say and his brows form a line in confusion. “Y’what?” “Alfie I’m a virgin.” You say and time almost stands still, Alfie nearly felt sick as he’d been handling you like a woman of the night and not a dignified young lady of whom was vastly inexperienced. “‘M sorry alf.” You say, looking down. Alfie grasps your chin and forces your eyes to connect with his “it’s me who should be apologising, sweetness. Your old man didn’t know. ‘V been handling y’ like ‘y know what you’re doin’.” He says gently. “And if y’ don’t want to, we don’t have to.” “No Alfie I want to.” And you could swear you could see the hearts forming in his irises, lenses constricting into something unnatural but simultaneously not animalistic. “I’ll take good care ‘f y’ love, just lay down for Alfie and let ‘im work his magic, yeah?” He says, laying you back gently on the bed, vowing to handle you like a porcelain doll in a box of feathers.

Arthur🍺

🍺You were several years younger than Arthur, he never felt like you were - he was as immature as any lad two decades his senior, but with you he never felt his age.

🍺The peaky blinders had been invited to a lavish banquet, black tie, chandeliers, live orchestra, the works. And Arthur never shied away from an opportunity to show his lover off, especially when that dress hugged you perfectly and your matching black gloves made you look so dainty and proper. He was proud to waltz into that event, feeling almost smug with ‘such a babe’ on his arm.

🍺The evening began wonderfully, three courses, all of which Arthur found laughable as he questioned the waiter why his entree was only a piece of rocket and slice of undercooked stake. Drinks were flowing and he was happy to get tipsy while to congregated with Polly and Ada, smitten to see you engaging so well with his family and them requiting his adoration for her.

🍺You’d stood at the bar, trying to gain the attention of the bartender to order yourself another rum and coke and your date an umpteenth pint. “Hiya can I just have a rum and coke and an apple juice?” You ask the man and he raises an eyebrow. “He’s so drunk I don’t think he’ll tell the difference.” He laughs and nods, heading off to get the top of shelf rum Arthur had requested he’d serve you earlier.

🍺“Gorgeous night, isn’t it?” A voice asked from beside you and you peer left, a young gentlemen with slicked back black hair asked as he knocked back the rest of the whiskey he’d been nursing for a while, requesting another as well as your drinks being on him. “Yes lovely.” You say shortly. “Well I was just thinking-” he begins smugly, before hissing and you look back at him quickly to see whatever is the matter. His finger was drawing blood as the new glass he’d been given was chipped on the end, in turn slicing the edge of his finger. “Oh dear, here let me help” you grabbed one of the inscribed handkerchiefs from the pile and applied pressure on his finger, only noticing your proximity when he chuckled. “What a first acquaintance” you laugh and agree. “You’re good at this” he hums “nurse in the war.” You say, not really wanting to reflect on the past.

🍺“May I buy you another drink for your troubles? Or possibly dinner?” He inquires with an up quirked lip. “No thank-” “I think she’s quite happy with the fella she’s got, son.” An angered voice quipped from behind you through gritted teeth, an arm snaking around your waist as the boy’s face ran pale. “Mr Shelby, sorry she didn’t say-” “she shouldn’t have too. Now fuck off before I kick the living daylights out of ya.” Arthur threatens and the previously smug man makes himself scarce.

🍺“Arthur,” “c’mon. We’re leaving.” He says, dragging you through the crowds of people and hailing a taxi, still gentlemanly opening the door for you but clambering in beside you, the smoke billowing from his ears fogging the windows. “Fucking little boy thinking he can talk to my fuckin’ woman, fuckin’ bastard” he reiteratively mumbled under his breath until he reached his house, roughly taking you from the car and throwing a wad of cash at the driver.

🍺As soon as you entered the house you were trapped against the closed door, his lips attacking yours unexpectedly as you struggled to keep up with his might. “I’ll show him who you fuckin’ belong to” “Arthur” “little boy makes up nothin’” “Arthur” “scream my name so the little bastard will fuckin’ hear me” “Arthur I’m a virgin” the man stopped immediately, expression stopping form angered to a more gentle one. “Y’what love?” He asks quietly, tight grip on your trapped wrists loosening “I’ve never had sex before Arth, sorry for not telling you.” You could see him visibly sobering up. “Oh my darlin’ m’sorry I didn’t know.”

🍺This was the only time you’d made Arthur feel his age, his lover a virgin. “I’ll take good care of you sweetheart, if y’let me.” “Show y’ what you’ve missed out on” he chuckles and you laugh, allowing him to pick you up to carry you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

John🥃

🥃Waking up this morning and getting married to a stranger wasn’t on your bingo card. But here you are. Kneeled at the alter beside a smirking young lad who was in a similar situation. “By the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The stranger smiled and you and kissed your lips sweetly.

🥃The reception was just as hazy. Drinks were flowing and laughter was heard. Your father and Thomas Shelby seemed at peace for once and all was right with the world. When slow dancing, John had held you close and embraced you like you were young lovers wed, not total strangers at the chapel. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and smiled as you giggled back at his remarks, fighting with icing on the cake and having an overly fun time with one another’s families after the initial shock from the morning. After all, he was incredibly charming and you couldn’t get out of a gypsy marriage that easily. Not in post-war Britain.

🥃You headed back to the Shelby Manor in a car strung with cans, attached by young children earlier in the day. You looked out the window to the vast house, feeling a hand tugging gently on your hair, the owner tucking it behind your ear as you looked at home. “Glad we’re married cause I could never pull you if I tried, gorgeous.” He comments and you laugh. “You’re joking. One drink and I’d be a gonner.” “At least we got to skip the funny business” he took your chin between your forefinger and chin “cause your all mine now, darling”

🥃He’d hurried you to your room quicker than anticipated, giggling like school children up to no good. He’d kissed you tenderly once inside, behind closed doors and away from the interference of all other prying eyes.

🥃He spun you gently, hands dropping to focus on the details of the backing of your dress; unthreading and untying the intricate lacings applied to keep the gown tight to your person. The dress fell and pooled at your ankles, him attacking the now bare skin with open-mouthed kisses and gentle pecks to the untouched skin.

🥃Coming to your front, he cornered you backwards in small steps until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto it - him on top of you, kissing down your bodice animalisticly. “John?” He stopped and looked up with a hypnotic gaze in his eye “yes love?” “I’ve never had sex before.” You say shakily and he stops all movement. He falters for a moment, before climbing slightly higher in order to be face to face with you “never? You’re a virgin?” You nod back and he swallows the heavy lump in his throat as his briefs tighten.

🥃“Well then what an opportunity to consummate the marriage, aye darling?” He smirks “if you’ll let me that is” you smile and offer a kiss to his lips, him getting the green flag and go ahead to give you the absolute night of your life.

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie was an old fashioned lad. From a young age he drempt of the stereotypical traveller lifestyle - never a singular home, him the homemaker, wife on his arm and umpteen kids running wild. It sounded like heaven. And from the moment he’d set eyes on you Bonnie had decided that that was your role - destined to be by his side. You weren’t a gypsy yourself, but he was certain he could sway you but either way he was happy to compromise as long as he had you.

🥊Tonight was one of, if not the, biggest night of his life thus far. The largest and most important fight he’d ever partake in, not only against the reigning champion which would secure his fate of being the new ruler, but also performing in front of the Peaky Blinders - prove himself to the trust Tommy Shelby had bestowed upon him. And most significantly, you were watching.

🥊He was stood in his changing room, allowing you to gently wrap his hands while his father gave him a pep talk. “Five minutes son.” His dad said, patting his back and nodding at you as he left to give you a minute alone before his spotlight moment. You finished wrapping the cloth around his palms and took his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. “How we feeling champ?” You ask, trying to wake him up from his dystopian trance. “‘m scared m’love.” He mumbled as you frowned slightly. “Why’re you scared? Talk to me Bon, get it all out. You scared about the Shelby family? I’ll kick ‘em out-" “scared ‘m gonna disappoint you.” He says and you falter.

🥊“Bon you could never disappoint me, why would you think that?” He sighed, looking away before beginning to admit his desires. “Just wanna make you proud. I want to marry you and give you my children and travel as a family. But if I lose you won’t want to do that.” He grumbles. You chuckle slightly. “You’re such a dafty, Bon.” You say and his eyebrows crease. You lean into kiss him as he happily requites the gesture. “Bonnie of course I want to be with you either way. I don’t care if you loose, hell I don’t care if you don’t want to fight and walk out, I’ll walk right out with you.” You say.

🥊“I never knew you felt like that but I’d love to marry you Bon and have your children and I’d be willing to travel with you. I just need you to stop fretting and go win this. I love ya Bonnie.” You say, leaning your forehead against his. “You mean it?” He asks, giddily. You nod “I do”

🥊“God if I win this we’re gonna get started on those kids.” He says, getting riled up as the minutes tick down. You laugh at him “anything you want, Bonnie. Always wanted my first time to be with you.” You say and time stops. His father knocks on the door to hail his son out to the ring.

🥊“BONNIE!” “You’re a virgin?” “Yes” “BONNIE COME ON!” “And you want me to take your virginity?” “Yes Bonnie I trust you. Now go.” He hurries out of the door reluctantly, all riled up and heading for the ring.

🥊The knockout was inevitable, his opponent out cold in a matter of rounds, blood flowing freely from Bonnie’s nose as he celebrated by raising his hands victoriously above his head, father and Blinders crowding him to pat him on the back and exchange congratulations. But none of that mattered. It was just faint ringing in the background. All he could see was you stood a fair way back from the celebrating men climbing over the limb body on the ground no one had seemed to care too. He looked upon your innocent doe eyes and soft smile staring back at him as he blew you a kiss; and never has he been so desperate to get away from his own party.

🥊And after a good few hours and countless attempts to get you all to himself, you were back in Bonnie’s humble beginning: laid on your back as your boy thrust into you gently, trying not to hurt you while simultaneously trying to adhere to his desperation for you. “Faster Bon, please.” “Wanna give me a child? Is that it?” He asks and you nod meekly, as he quickens his pace desperate to bed his maiden in his own place called home.

Isaiah♟️

♟️Isaiah had been trying to get to you for many many years. Countless attempts proving fruitless from not only your rejections, but also your elder brother’s: Finn’s. Any time Isaiah had any suggestion on courting you he was shot down by his friend, who’d smack the back of his head and scold him for thinking such things. “I’ll cut your dick off and shove it in your ear if you keep thinking about my sister with it” he’d tell him.

♟️But tonight, oh tonight. Darling you looked ravishing. The Blinders were celebrating a grand festivity at Shelby Manor, someone was getting married.. or someone was dead, Isiah needn’t have cared less. Because when you cascaded the stairs, Mary Jane’s on foot and tight black dress clung to your bodice, Isaiah had to physically refrain himself from grabbing you from the get go.

♟️Sure, he’d mingled with others and drank freely with the brothers; but not once did he stray his eyes away from your figure, never letting you out of his sight. Not when you looked so delicious and drinkable, mouth running so dry he’d have to reiteratively lubricate it with whiskey. A bit of the good ole’ ‘Dutch-Courage’, aye?

♟️Finally noticing an opportunity when you brother wasn’t lingering over your shoulder, scolding you for wearing such a gown, Isaiah made his move. He slivered to the bar beside you, where Harry was offered a well-paying job serving for the evening and told him to get you another of whatever it is that you were drinking. “Your brother lets you wear a dress like this?” He questions, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and hailing for another.

♟️“No. But I am not Finn and he is nor I” you tell him, nursing the edge of your glass with your finger absentmindedly trailing it. He leant closer. “Tell you, if you were my woman that dress would be on the floor of my room right about now.” He promised and you shivered at the thought. “But I’m not your woman, am I Isaiah?” You rhetorically ask, sipping and please to feel the alcohol running down your throat.

♟️“Oh god if you were.” He said, trailing off. “I’d have you married, knocked up, never not pregnant. Have your last name Jesus. My dad would do the ceremony, y’know. Get you a nice little bouquet and pretty white dress I get to ravish you in afterwards.” He said “well you’ve got it all planned out, huh Mr Jesus?” You snort but you are backed against the bar, two hands either side of your waist as your belittled by the taller between you.

♟️“Believe me I’ve dreamt of the day since I first saw you, just your fucking brother wouldn’t let me.” You eye his lustful expression. “As I said, Isaiah. I am not my brother, nor is he I.” You repeat slowly, relaying that your older sibling(s) had no say in what was going on at that moment. “You’re playing with fire, little girl” he warned “then let me get burned” you say, batting your eyelashes doe-like and innocently, as you dared him to make the move your core had been dying for for decades.

♟️His nostrils flare as you wrap his tie around your hand and yank at it harshly, bringing an ear close to your lips to offer a promise never before foretold. “Isaiah I’m a virgin” you whisper, before releasing his tie and straightening his suit. He follows the lump in his throat before surveying the room once and looking down at you, grabbing your hand to drag you through the crowds of people and into the safe proximities of his bedroom for newly discovered events.

♟️The evening died down and the chatter faltered, as Thomas Shelby announced a new betrothal in the family. However he was unable to promise the two, because the bride and groom were missing.

Michael🎱

🎱Oh god I’ve been waiting for this one. Michael absolutely eats that shit up.

🎱You and Michael were first acquainted when himself, Thomas and John travelled to the Cotswolds in order to engage in some legal business with the Wentworth family - Tommy spoke business with the ceo of the family, while John entertained the mother and Michael; the daughter.

🎱Michael was an old fashioned man with old fashioned views. He liked his women obedient and untouched and willing to listen to his every word - just like they were supposed too.

🎱They were welcomed into the home by several butlers, two to open the grand doors - three to take their caps and the others to lead the family to their guests. “Thomas Shelby.” They heard, and a dignified gentleman descended the stairs, an unnecessary cain in one hand, the other wrapped around his wife as they descended the central staircase to the visitors, a young lady trailing behind.

🎱“Archibald Wentworth.” Thomas smiled at the man and nodded out of respect. The man walked up to him and shook each of their hands firmly. “How longs it been old chap?” He asked Thomas. “Too long, old friend.” Thomas replied, and they engaged in friendly conversation as neither had seen each other since their fathers dealt with similar business in their own youth. The elder woman approached John who kissed the back of her hand and she curtsied, him remaining respectful as their shared introductions. You however, approached Michael who looked back at you fondly. You curtsied to him and he bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure Mr Gray.” You say, voice soft and unbroken. He took your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “All mine, Miss Wentworth.”

🎱“And please, do call me Michael.” He told you, smiling gently. “Well in that case you’re compelled to call me Yn.” Michael studied your face; never in his twenty one years of existence had he seen such beauty before. Your skin was fair and undamaged - soft to the touch. Your nails were clean and manicured with a neutral colour. Your hair was cascading down by your ears, as if instructed to sit perfectly, framing your face. You eyes were innocent yet appeared all-knowing - your mouth formed into a graceful smile. And you carried yourself with such proper dignity; it was admirable.

🎱“Yn my darling?” Your father spoke from beside him and you turned to face him on command - trained to do this. “Yes father?” “Please will you accompany Mister Gray into the living area? I’m sure you’ll both be quite comfortable in there.” You nodded once at the man. “Certainly, father.” “It was a pleasure to meet you gentleman, and see you again Mister Shelby.” You say to the other two, before leading Michael into the living area - which was nothing short of double the size of his childhood home.

🎱“May i offer you some tea?” You ask, as you settle in the room. “That’d be lovely, thank you.” You nod as the maid by the for stepped out to grab tea. “Normally I’d make it myself, however it is improper to leave your company unaccompanied.” You joke and he laughs in response. Soon, the tea arrived and you served it for Michael, who took the cup and saucer thoughtfully and nodded in thanks.

🎱“It’s a lovely home you have.” You smile up at him. “Thank you, I’m sure my father works tirelessly to afford it.” “You’ve no job?” He asked, awaiting the words that he was utterly and totally in love with you. “No, I’m trained in etiquette - to be polite, to cook and to clean.” Michael listened to you thoughtfully. “So you’re kept awfully busy then?” You nod. “Busy however I don’t mind it, I get to live in this glorious building with a loving family and life skills. What more could a girl want?” You confirm and he was sure his eyes were forming hearts.

🎱“And I’m sure you have quite the line of suitors with your beauty.” You giggled but tried to compose yourself. “No sir.” His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Surely you’re already married, how has a man not captivated a lady such as yourself. I’d do it myself if it wasn’t for the line of men ahead of me.” You looked down, blushing, before looking back up at Michael. “There is no line and there are no suitors. It is simply me, myself and I.” You tell him.

🎱“And you Michael? Have you a wife?” You asked, batting your eyelids. “No, in your words it is simply… ‘me, myself and I’.” “And what business do you do yourself, Mr Gray?” You ask. “That is not the sort of information for a lady’s ears. It is not good business.” He almost scolds and you nod. “Oh I understand, my father is not too dissimilar. Staying safe in your business, I hope?” He basked in the way you simply understood, didn’t pry. “Not quite.” He said, raising an eyebrow. He rolled up his left sleeve slightly and you gasped. “Oh you poor man,” you say. “You must treat these with oil, that way they shall heal better.” You scold, touching his skin gently. “Well if you were my wife you could sort it out for me.” “Oh certainly Michael, I wouldn’t allow you to come home damaged as such without properly patching you up.” You say, seriousness written all over your facial features.

🎱“And what do you do with the rest of your time, this afternoon per se?” He ponders, sipping his tea. “Well as you said yourself I’m quite a busy person regardless of what I occupy my time with.” You peer down at the dainty wristwatch wrapped around your wrist, Michael estimated the small device at a hefty sum. “At two o’clock I have etiquette lessons.” You say “and at three?” “At three I read in my library” “how about four?” “At four I have a date.” His face dropped. “A date? With who?” “William Wordsworth.” You giggled at his expression which sighed a breath of relief. “Oh I see, she lives the poems she could not write.” He says, quoting the famed poet. “More like she writes the poems she could not live.” You reply, and Michael notices a longing stare as you probably imagine the life you would have, if not the heir to an infamous delegate.

🎱“And no man has yet compared me to a summers day.” You admit. “You have not yet met your Shakespeare.” You smile, enjoying how he understood your references. “Nor my Victor Hugo” “ah but you have not yet died so nobody may quote ‘Demain, dès l’aube’.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “For I am always the poet, never the poem.” You speak; in words of your own. And Michael cannot stop himself from reaching up with his free hand to caress the soft skin of your cheek gently. “It is impossible. How can a man write anything short of a novel about a maiden so fair?” He question, and you find yourself absentmindedly leaning into his light touch.

🎱“You’re a charmer, Mr Gray” you speak, voice barely above whisper “I’m no charmer, just a man who knows what he wants” he leans to whisper in your ear “is it working?” He meets your eyes with a cheeky grin on his face. “Certainly.” You both finished your tea and the trolley was taken away, miscellaneous chatter arising from each of your lips.

🎱“Madam?” A voice squeaked from the door behind you both. You spun on a pivot to look at the young maid by the entrance. “Yes Beth?” “Mister Wentworth has requested you and Mister Gray return to the foyer” she said, avoiding your stare. “Thank you Beth, we shall be there shortly.” The woman nodded before clicking the door shut behind you to allow you to make your own way there along with the company. Michael’s face contorted: annoyed, but relaxed it when you faced back to him.

🎱“I believe it is time for us to depart.” You tell him. “When may I see you again?” He asks, holding your hands in his own. “Whenever you wish, Mister Gray; should my father allow.” You tell him, before slowly leading him back to where you originally met. There, the rest of the men along with your parents stood as you’d left them - engaged in unwavering chatter. “Ah, Mister Gray - treated well I hope?” Your father asks and Michael nods at the man. “Certainly.”

🎱After some goodbyes and a hug for your father’s old friend Thomas, Michael smirked at you and kissed the back of your hand and whispered promises that you shall meet again.

🎱The men walked back to the car in silence, Thomas lighting a cigarette once inside. “How’d you like her?” He asked, eyeing Michael before nicotine smoke billowed from his lips. “She’s a lovely young lady.” Michael tore his eyes away from his cousin and back to the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as you drove away; but to no avail.

🎱“She’s a gentle lass. Innocent and proper.” Thomas continued and Michael squinted at him, wondering what the man was getting at. “Doesn’t need corrupting.” “I know that Tommy, what you on about?” “We’ve come to a business agreement with Archibald Wentworth. They in exchange for protection and a good deal of Shelby business, his daughter would marry a gentleman.” Thomas stubbed the last bud out on the leather of the car. “I trust you can fit that role?”

🎱Before either of you really knew it the two were being wed on the great estate of the Wentworth Mansion, both smiling at each other at the end of the aisle like giddy school children with a secret. Within the hour you were husband and wife and Michael had the life and wife he had so hoped and dreamed for.

🎱The reception was a glamorous event; dancing and drinking and the celebration of you being safe, and the Shelby name moving up in the social hierarchy of local reputation. Yourself and Michael had snuck off for a moment alone with one another, to discuss the whirlwind of a day and plans moving forwards together. “May I say my darling you look absolutely divine.” He comments, taking your hand to make you do a full 360 turn to display your attire to him. He swore the dress was adorned entirely in Tiffany crystals. “Thank you, you are too kind.” He tuts “I can never be too kind to my wife.” He smiles.

🎱“And may I be so reckless to say I cannot wait to get this dress of you either” he smirked and you raised your brows as your cheeks reddened. “If that is no problem of course, my lady?” He confirms and you nod. “I apologise for my experience, for I have never before been with a man.” You admit, bashfully and his mouth ran dry. “Never?” You shook your head in confirmation. “Never, Michael.” You say and he gleefully picks you up to spin you around as you laugh at his response. “Well my darling, I hope you know I am prepared to take more than good care of you this evening. And of course continue the family name.”

Finn🎞️

🎞️You were the first girl Finn really cared about. Sure, he’d been on dates and hired whores to satisfy his desires. But he’d never really given much thought into actually taking his time with a girl. Until he saw you working at the bookshop two streets in the wrong direction from the Garrison.

🎞️Him, Isaiah and Bonnie were basically being little shits on the streets of Birmingham when he’d saw you organising shelves through the window, brow furrowed and tongue slightly protruding from your lips as you struggled to place an old hardback on the top shelf. The other two lads had carried on walking whereas Finn had stopped, the other two halting a few ways down to road to figure out where their third had gone, turning to see him awestruck at the bookshop window.

🎞️They hurried back, laughing at the boy who was notably illiterate. Finn could not read, nor write but was staring into the bookshop. “What y’ doing Finn? No picture books in there!” Isaiah joked, straining to see what Finn was so intently staring at. “Ah the girl” Bonnie elbowed him. “She won’t want you mate.” Isaiah informed him “she’s got Shakespeare and Wordsworth. You don’t even know who I’m on about.” And Isaiah was right. You did look dignified and well read because you were. And he was just Finn.

🎞️But he found himself two street in the wrong direction every day nearly, at least when he could find time to slip away. And Isaiah and Bonnie were sick of their lovesick friend ditching them to stare at a stranger awkwardly through a window. Then one day, when the three were repeating their galavant from the first time they saw you, Isaiah shoved him in the door.

🎞️The bell chimed and you turned from your stepladder “just a minute!” You climbed down and approached the disheveled boy at the door. “Can I help you?” You ask “book” he says and you crease your brows “…book?” Isaiah chimed in behind him “he wants to buy a book” he confirms as he smacks Finn around the back of the head. “Any book in particular?” “My first alphabet!” Bonnie exclaims, and the two boys begin cackling loudly and Finn grits his teeth and pushes the two out of the door.

🎞️“Eh what do you recommend?” He asked, scratching the back of his head and his eyes wander on all the paved backs of untouched literature. “What do you like? Fiction? Non-fiction?” Finn looks at you gone out. You look around for a simple poetry book you know is easy to understand “here, try this it’s one of my favourites” Finn nods and turns the book over in his hands and has a quick flick through. “How much do I owe you?” He asks, pushing his hand into his pocket. You shake your head “just come back and exchange it once you’re done.” Finn nods. He could do that. He thanks you and begrudgingly heads out the door to his friends who were still hounding him for the situation and he just smiles at you through the window.

🎞️Finn was getting ribbed week in and week out by both his friends and older brothers, Arthur drunkenly questioning in front of everyone why he hadn’t hired any whores recently and why books were appearing by his bed when he couldn’t read. The family laughed as his face reddened, Isaiah explaining that the lovely young lady down the bookshop had his interest peaked.

🎞️“Y’got her in bed yet?” John asked with a smirk and the younger boy elbowed him sharply. “No.” He mumbled. “No? Ol’ ‘just want a shag’ here hasn’t gotten a lady in bed?” His brother joked. “No she’s not the kind of lass I want to put off.” “Ah” Tommy ruffled his hair. “She’s the real deal then?” He smiled while lighting up another cigarette. Finn thought for a moment before nodding. Yeah, you were the real deal.

🎞️“Date” Finn said as he crashed through the door of your bookshop. You raised a brow at him. “Date with me, please.” He says, panting. “Finn are you alright?” You ask, placing a hand on his back. Me nods, heaving and placing his hands on his knees. He’d just ran here from being with his family. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked when he’d finally gotten his wind back. You smiled and nodded. “Yes I would Finn, when?” “Now.” You raise your brows. “Right now?” “Yeah. If you’d like.” You look down at the dainty wristwatch you were wearing and decided it was wishful thinking if you thought that you were going to get any more footfall in the next hour before you closed. You hummed and nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”

🎞️Finn took you to one of the nicest restaurants in Birmingham in walking distance, waiter seating you quickly after he noticed who Finn was, handing the two of you two open menus. You looked over the options, but was soon distracted by Finn’s conflicted face. “You alright, Finn?” He nods. “What’s up?” He ponders for a minute before mumbling something. “Sorry?” “I can’t read and this has no pictures.” He admits sheepishly, averting his eyes from yours.

🎞️“You can’t read?” You ask, mulling over the past several weeks where you’d be too-ing and fro-ing with Finn with your book recommendations. “But you’ve been borrowing books for months-” “just to see you.” He says, looking down as a smile began to grew on your lips. “I understand if you want to leave. You’re smart and pretty and I’m just an illiterate gangsta.” He says, mentally readying himself for your leave. You placed your hand on top of his where it was laid on the table. “Finn that’s so sweet.” His brows shot up. “You did that for me?” You ask, biting your lips as he affirms your question. You place a chaste kiss to his cheek as you realise just how much the blinder truly cared about you.

🎞️“Let’s get out of here.” You say, breaking the silence. “Seriously?” He asks, moving closer for a more private conversation. “I’m serious. Let’s go.” You say, “really? We don’t have too if you don’t want too-” “Finn Shelby. Let’s go.” And you didn’t have to tell him again, running back home like two giddy school children, hiding away in his room for the rest of the evening, ended by you laying on his bare chest while he drew shapes into your relaxed shoulder.

🎞️“That was better than I expected for my first time.” You admit, staring at the ceiling. It takes a few minutes for Finn to clock onto what you’d just said. He looks down at you, movement of his thumb faltering. “You were a virgin?” He asks, lump in his throat growing as he forced himself to swallow it. “Yeah.” He smirks.

🎞️“Nice.”

[pacifymebby]

Bonjour daddy 😉 can I request the peaky boys with cuddling? Like who’s the big spoon, which positions who’s the most cuddly etc.. me has gotten her period so I’m feeling all 🙍🏼‍♀️

Hahaha a total side note, i made that same joke to b and he just smirked like, if thats what you'd like to believe I won't ruin ur moment haha

Tommy

🌿 Is very big on the standing up cuddle, opening his arms up to you and holding you nice and snug against his body, wrapping his arms right around you, one hand stroking through your hair or cradling the back of your head.

🌿Will rest his chin on top of yours, kiss your parting and close his eyes, breathing in your scent

🌿Is a very doomed man and is always lowkey aware that every hug could be the last time he gets to hold his angel so every hug is savoured. He focuses on memorising exactly how he feels in the moment he's holding you, every detail filed away in his memory.

🌿He likes to be big spoon, but more than that he likes to lie on his back with your body on top of his.

🌿Drawing patterns down your back quietly, again trying to remember every detail. Obsessed with the sensation of your light restful breaths tickling his bare chest

🌿Loves the skin on skin feeling, always chasing purity in love and it makes him feel so connected to you, so intimate.

🌿 When you're on your period he recognises the change in your temper and is very careful with you, he will try not to snap at you or show any sign of irritation because he's aware how easily wounded you are... He makes sure to hug you and hold you even more than usual

🌿Modern! Tommy would make sure you had a hot waterbottle and all the blankets you needed, get you cosy in bed or on the sofa in front of the tv to watch your favourite movie. He'll humour whatever trash you want to watch and lie there behind you, kissing you and playing with your hair, more focussed on you than the tv.

Alfie

🐻 Big spoon always because he just wants to hold you, wants to be able to put his hands wherever he likes.

🐻 Likes to hold you in sexual places in a non-sexual way. What I mean by this is that if you're little spoon he'll hold one of your breasts in his hand, but just that, simply holding it just because he can... And not because he wants anything more than just to hold you

🐻 Also likes to tickle you on purpose with his beard, his stubble brushing your cheek or your neck, making you giggle and squirm rousing you from your sleep for just long enough he can ask for a kiss.

🐻 His favourite place to cuddle with you however is in a rocking chair by the fire, you bundled up in his lap under a blanket, him holding you safe and snug, your head resting on his chest or shoulder. You're the most precious thing in the world to him so he likes to have you bundled up in his arms at any opportunity.

🐻 You could be busy around the house talking to him about your day or mithering and worrying, or asking him about business and he will refuse to talk to you about any of it until you've gone and sat down in his lap. He'll pat his thigh and open his arms for you, "now now zieskiet, whatve I told you eh, if you're gonna come home talkin me poor old ears off about that nonsense you've at least got to let me hold my little girl whilst I listen eh... Take pity on your old man yeah poppet?"

🐻 Very possesive, can't keep his hands off you ever so when you're cuddling he's constantly rubbing his palms over your arms, or holding your thigh, always doing little things to let you know he's there, that youre all his and he's got you.

🐻 Gives big squeezy bear hugs holds onto you so tight, keeps your face burried into his chest, blocks out the rest of the world so that all you can feel his him all around you.

🐻 Alfie's too old to be immature about your period and if anything he feels a little sorry for you, he doesnt like that he can't do much to help you but he always makes sure he's very gentle with you. Even more doting than usual.

🐻 Gives the best belly rubs, like he ubderstands that you need to do more than just rub your hands lightly over your tummy. He'll rub his hands together to heat them up first and then gently massage you until you're feeling a little better.

🐻 Modern Alfie wouldn't be embarrassed about going to shops to get your pads but he also wouldn't be going... He'd be sending Ollie so that you and him could have a good laugh at Ollie expense.

Arthur

🍂 Doesn't realise until one day you climb into bed after him and make yourself big spoon, wrapping your body around his, nuzzling into the back of his neck and kissing down the bumps of his spine, kissing his shoulder too, but he loves being little spoon.

🍂 It makes him feel so safe and loved, makes him feel cherished which is a very new feeling for him, not one he's ever experienced in adult life.

🍂 He loves being able to close his eyes and feel your fingers scratching and massaging his head. You like stroking the backs of your fingers along his jaw where his stubble is.

🍂 He doesnt admit that he loves this for a long time though, and you never ask about it because you know that if you do he'll get embarassed and deny it and then potentially never let you hold him again.

🍂Feels almost ashamed that he likes it because he's the man, so isn't he supposed to be the one making you feel loved and cherished and safe?

🍂 Blushes when you prop yourself up on your elbow looking down at him, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

🍂Will fall asleepy like that so quickly because its the safest he's ever felt.

🍂 He will however insist upon being big spoon at certain times of the month or when youre feeling unwell. He won't know how to deal with your period at all, he'll only know that youre more argumentative and that he has to be careful not to start a fight with you...

🍂 Doesnt like seeing you cry and you cry at everything when youre on your period so he will spend a lot of time hugging you close to him so that no one can see your tears. Leaves those long held kisses in your hair and you feel protected by him for as long as his lips remain pressed to your head.

🍂 Modern Arthur definitely gets embarassed about having to go to the shops for period pads, like, he definitely panics doesnt know what to buy, goes red, feels like he has to say something at the till even though he really doesn't need to.

John

🌼 Favourite way to cuddle you is to start by tackling you to the ground, play fighting or tickling you. Its like he can't just ask for a hug he has to play a game or trick you into it first...

🌼 Because he loves holding you and cuddling you and he loves kissing you too but he doesn't really know how to persue non-sexual affection without laughing it off and being unserious? The boy just wants a cuddle with his flower but he doesn't know how to ask because cuddling is "soft"

🌼 Definitely big spoon. Similar to Alfie, likes to have possesion of you, when youre wrapped up in his arms youre completely at his mercy and he can do whatever he likes to/with you.

🌼 Loves to tickle you and feel how with nowhere else to go you scramble and squirm further into his hold. And if he makes you jump even better because they you flinch and reach for something to hold onto, so you end up gripping his shirt or throwing your arms around his neck and clinging onto him just the way he likes it.

🌼 Isn't very good at tummy rubs alas, but thats because he can't get his head around the idea that pressing on your tummy when its sore, will help make you feel better "won't that just hurt more?"

🌼 Gives you lots of kisses though, will try to tease and tickle you to make you laugh and smile to distract you from the pain. I guess his cuddle style is playful.

🌼 Loves a naked skin to skin cuddle the best, likes to hold your bare body in his arms and draw patterns all over your skin as you fall asleep.

🌼 Lets you bite him very gently on the shoulder mid hug (one for the girls if u know u know)

🌼 9 times out of 10 cuddles with John lead elsewhere... Like, cuddling definitely puts john in a certain kinda mood

🌼 Oh you just wanted a nice sleepy cuddle? It might start off that way but after a minute or two of having his body pressed up against yours his minds wandered to... Places

🌼 Definitely does stuff like "got ur nose" just as you're drifting off and relaxing.

🌼 Surprisingly serious about your period, perhaps he wouldn't have been once, as a younger lad he'd have teased you or told you off for even telling him about that.

🌼 But he's a man now and he firmly believes real men need to take care of their woman, so he'll make sure you have everything you need. Will pretend to be embarrassed about having to go to the shops to get your period pads or whatever but actually doesn't care at all. He's only teasing you, trying to make you laugh at him by pretending to get really flustered about it.

🌼 His favourite thing to do is pick you up, sling you over his shoulder and then throw you down on the bed to cuddle you.

Bonnie

🍀 The cuddliest sweetheart you can imagine, always finding an excuse to give you a hug, always coming up behind you and making you jump when you're concentrating on something else, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your neck, kiss your shoulder, just rest his chin on your shoulder or have his cheek pressed against yours.

🍀Loves having you sitting in his lap and will always choose a table at the Garrison with not enough seats for everyone so that he has an excuse to pull you into his lap. Really does just like to have a hold on you at all times. Even if you're not talking or interacting in any other way. He just likes to be physically near you.

🍀 Definitely similar to John, play fights, chases around the house/fields always just as an excuse to get his hands on you.

🍀Always pulls you in for a hug when you first see eachother/say hello. Will give you the tightest squeeze and lift you up off your feet.

🍀Loves carrying you, your legs around his waist, you holding onto him nice and tight, dependent on him.

🍀Dreams dreams dreams of the day you've lots of wee kids to cuddle with, the five of you getting huddled up and cosy in mammy and daddys bed for a bedtime story.

🍀When its you and him all cuddled up in bed for the night he likes to either be big spoon or have you asleep on his chest, his hand resting on your back. He often gets worried about the home being broken into or an attack in the middle of the night so he feels most comfortable when you're right there sleeping as close to him as possible. Means he can know you're safe as can be and he can be there to protect you.

🍀Loves naked cuddles, skin on skin, legs tangled, feels so close and warm and intimate and he's so in love with you, so devoted to you that he craves that closeness and only feels complete when he has you in his arms and he can feel your heartbeats sinking up.

🍀Will hold you/spoon you all night!!!! You will wake up wrapped in his arms and if you need to get out of bed for anything in the night sorry but Bonnie will not be letting you go without a fight. Loves to hold your head burried in his chest.

🍀 Probably not phased by your period and if he is he isn't going to show it at all. Doesn't like you being in pain at all and he's very good at giving you back massages and tummy rubs. He also knows that theres another way to help with period pain and he isn't scared of touching you when its your time of the month. (Bonnie and Aberama are the only two peaky men I think would finger you when you're on your period tbh, tommy might but I'm not entirely sure?)

🍀 Modern bonnie sends you a photo of the period aisle at rhe shops because he's confused but determined to get the exact right things for you.

🍀 He's always lowkey dissapointed when you get your period because that means no babies

Isaiah

🐀I think it probably takes him awhile to get particularly cuddly and affectionate. For all I imagine he's a tactile, flirtatious playboy type, I don't think he knows how to just hug it out or have soft sleepy cuddle you know?

🐀You probably initiate most of the cuddles, and he always tries to pull away before you're ready too, so you have to grip him extra tight and put up a fight...

🐀But then he gets a taste for that, feels good how you practically beg him for just a hug... You always ask him "Saiah can I have a hug please?" because unless you tell him you want to be hugged he won't think to do it... But he LOVES hearing you ask for that. "Saiah I wanna hug" when you're tired and whiny. He sometimes denies you just to make you ask again. "Say please love..." "God what am I to you? A fuckin hug dispenser?"

🐀He's always big spoon, because he's a fragile masculinity adolescent... He hasn't grown out of the complex of needing to be the man, so he's always the one cuddling you... He won't ever let anyone think he enjoys all that soft shit...

🐀But when no one is around he's actually very cute and sweet to you. Nose kisses all the time. A secret fan of the penguin kiss (where u rub noses idk?)

🐀I think he learns to be affectionate with you over time and is cuddly but mostly only in private. You have mastered the "hug me" eyes now and if you get them just right and you sit there looking at him like that for long enough he'll say "Right.. You've brought this on yourself y/n" as if you're in serious trouble, then he'll march over and sit himself in your lap squishing and crushing you until you can't breath for laughing. Only then will he give you a proper hug - but the cuddles are worth the torment you have to go through first.

🐀As bad, if not worse than john on the horny cuddler front. Is genuinely so confused about how he's supposed to tangle you up like that, bundled up against his chest so that every part of his body can feel every part of your body pushing against him, and not get turned on... A nice peaceful cuddle can become pretty heated pretty quickly. He'll feign innocence (sometimes he won't and he'll just slip his hand into your underwear and take you buy surprise) all his little caresses and kisses seemingly innocent at first but really, not at all...

🐀When it comes to your period Isaiah pretends he's man enough not to care, he'll screw his face up all "ew no way y/n fuck no..." then crack a grin and make out like he was only teasing you, but secretly he feels really awkward about it and doesn't know what to do. He'll panic at the shop, get annoyed when he buys the wrong thing and you send him back. But he's trying, he wants to be a good boyfriend so over time he'll do his best to learn.

Michael

☘️ Secret cuddler...

☘️ You have to work so hard to get him to trust you but once you secure his trust (once he knows you aren't going to laugh at him or tell his brothers what a sook he is) he will reveal his soft side to you and oh my god is he soft

☘️ He loves cuddling and being cuddled. Bug spoon, little spoon, sitting in an arm chair, picking you up and swirling you round, carrying you to bed for more cuddles, having you lie on his chest, him lying on your chest (secretly his favourite way to cuddle) any cuddling at all, he loves it

☘️ But his favourite is definitely lying with his head to your breast, your hand in his hair maybe giving him head scratches or playing with his hair, your legs closed around his body so that he's completely secure. He could fall asleep here so easily. He loves it. Especially after a hard day at the office or when his cousins are being particularly demanding.

☘️ He loves to cuddle you too, loves being big spoon when you're naked in bed, likes getting to hold you anyway he wants. Your legs tangled together, perhaps one of his hands holding your hands, kissing your shoulder, your neck, between your shoulder blades. He loves waking up in that position after a nap, the two of you nuzzled into one another.

☘️ Isn't awkward about you getting your period as such, he doesnt think its gross but he's very concious of social taboos so if you come right out complaining about period pain or saying that you've accidentally bled on your dress he'll turn such a bright shade of red. You always forget and it always makes you laugh.

☘️ Gets annoyed when you tease him about it

☘️ Is very worried that youre in pain. Worried too that you'll lose too much blood. It takes a lot to explain to him that you're not going to bleed out on your period...

☘️ Tries to dote on you but gets overwhelmed by all the demands and the things you need. Because he's so worried about getting things wrong or upsetting you.

☘️Won't give good tummy rubs or massages because he's too scared he'll hurt you. Will run you a hot bath and wash your hair for you.

[call-sign-shark]

The Month of Sin Masterpost

A masterpost for all the works that are related to the requests sent for event “Peaky Blinders Kinktober”.

If you want me to add you in the taglist so that you don’t miss the kinky and steamy stories, please comment or reblog this post. It’s even more important considering how Tumblr tends to mess with us lately.

Thank you again for your participation, you’re the best community ever and I hope I’ll do Justice to your fantasies.

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Day 1: BREATHE - Breathe With Me (Tommy x Reader)

Day 2: CUT - Cut Your Wings (Alfie x Reader)

Day 3: MARKED - Engraved in The Flesh (Finn x Reader)

Day 4: AFTER CARE with Finn

• with May

Day 5: ROPE BUNNY with Arthur

Day 6: DRUNK with Tommy

Day 7: BLINDFOLD with John

• with Aberama

Day 8: CREAMPIE with John

Day 9: PRAISE with Bonnie

Day 10: SIZE with Alfie

• with Luca

Day 11: POWER with Michael

Day 12: ORAL with Bonnie

Day 13: BREEDING with Alfie

Day 14: BLOOD with Tommy

Day 15: TAMED with Arthur

Day 16: DENIAL with Tommy

Day 17: DADDY with Michael

• with Aberama

• with Alfie

• with Arthur

Day 18: PUBLIC with John

Day 19: THREESOME with Tommy and ??

Day 20: LEASH with Arthur

Day 21: KNIFE with Isaiah

Day 22: STRIP with John

Day 23: OVERSTIMULATION with Tommy

Day 24: CAR with Tommy

Day 25: PUNISHMENT with John

Day 26: WORSHIP with Luca

Day 27: BEGGING with Tommy

Day 28: CORRUPTION with Arthur

Day 29: BLASPHEMY with Arthur

Day 30: AGE GAP - Tangled Desires

[zablife]

Weathering the Storm

Bonnie x pregnant wife reader

Summary: When Micheal comes to your camp for protection, Bonnie is unsettled by his arrogance and hostility toward you.

Author’s Note: This part two to the fic Stay was requested by a lovely anon. However, you do not need to read that fic to understand this one. A bit of angst, but mostly fluff as Bonnie protects his wife.

Warnings: hint of smut, pregnancy, language, ethnic slurs, fighting

Bonnie slung an arm over your waist in his sleep. You clung to him tightly, waking him and he asked, “Everything alright, dove?”

“I’m fine. Just cold,” you said, burying your face against his bare chest. 

“Well, let me warm you up,” he said with a smirk, covering your body with his in an instant. 

He hovered over you for a moment as he arranged the blankets and you looked up at him adoringly. When he lowered himself to you once again, he slipped a hand beneath your neck, cradling you gently and placed his mouth to yours, slipping his tongue inside as softly as possible. Bonnie was always delicate with you, never in a hurry and always so loving. He began rolling his hips over you and you giggled into his mouth.

You let out a quiet moan and he stroked your hair, watching you in adoration. “Do you still want the child we’ve been speaking of?” he asked sincerely.

“You know I do,” you answered, raising your hips toward him suggestively. He smiled at your admission, quickly ridding himself of his shorts and hitching up your night dress. “I love you so much, y/n,” he said as he seated himself within you fully. The rest of the early morning hours were spent with your husband pumping himself languidly within your walls, pulling the sweetest sounds from your throat as you enjoyed one another. As newlyweds, it was expected. However, you had recently become aware that your efforts were redundant.

You would have liked to tell Bonnie of your suspicions, but the recent excitement surrounding the Shelby family and their war with the Italians had made it difficult to find the right time. This morning wasn't ideal either as Bonnie reminded you to dress quickly in preparation for the arrival of a visitor.

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You held Bonnie’s hand tightly as you heard the rumble of a car engine heading down the dirt path toward you, an inconspicuous meeting spot only travelers knew how to find. Bonnie had informed you there would be someone coming to stay in your camp, but he didn’t tell you much else. In truth, that was all he knew himself. So much of his work for the Shelby family was shrouded in mystery. You didn’t like secrets. You and Bonnie had never had kept things from each other and you didn’t intend to start now.

The car came to an abrupt stop directly in front of you and your eyes went wide at the sight of such an expensive automobile. Polly Gray sat in the back seat with a young man in a dapper looking suit and elegantly combed hair. He eyed you suspiciously and you averted your gaze, looking around anxiously before whispering to Bonnie, “Is this the fella we’re waiting for?” He quickly nodded twice before Polly opened the door and exited with a small suitcase.

“My son, Michael,” she said by way of introduction as a young man stood anxiously on the running boards, surveying his surroundings cautiously as he stepped from the car with the assistance of a cane. 

Suddenly he shook his head in disagreement. Then in a firm, clear voice he said, “No. No fucking way!” He jerked his gold cigarette case from his pocket as he warned, “I’m getting back in this car.”

Polly rolled her eyes at him and you looked at Bonnie with a confused expression. Michael acted as though it was an imposition on him to be here and not the other way around. His haughty behavior floored you as he argued with his mother about staying in a hotel rather than following your family to camp with the Palmers and the Boswells. From their heated conversation you could tell that he was a wanted man and his life was in grave danger, yet he acted as though it were a trifle.

Aberama stepped in at that moment to reassure him that your family would put up a fight for him if necessary. Polly nodded appreciatively before diving into the bag she had brought with her. “Take your medicine,” she instructed her son. However, he didn’t seem to be listening as he concentrated on his cigarette.

“I’ll take that for you, Polly,” you said helpfully reaching for the brown glass bottle. Turning to Michael you said softly, “The hills will heal you much quicker, you know.”

Tossing his words in Polly’s direction he mumbled, “Fucking witches, the lot of them.”

Bonnie pushed forward, hands clenched by his side as he issued a warning, “Show some respect, Mr. Gray. We’ve agreed to welcome you on account of your blood.” You could tell he wanted to throw a punch after hearing the insult hurled at you, but thought better of it when Polly’s dark eyes met his. 

You rushed to your husband’s side, placing a hand on his chest to calm him, then led him away as Polly conversed with her son. As you walked away you heard her remind him to take his medicine once more. Then you watched out of the corner of your eye as she handed him a gun and mentioned something about making a plan. Despite your desire to help the family, something about this newcomer made you shiver. You nuzzled into Bonnie's side and he ran a hand down your back to comfort you.

“Mr. Shelby says it won’t be long,” Aberama said to you and Bonnie. “We'll be returning him before you know it so keep the peace, eh?” He looked Bonnie in the eye as he clamped a hand on his shoulder, a silent assurance, but also a warning not to start trouble. 

Bonnie bit the inside of his cheek, a habit he had whenever he disagreed with his father. You gave your husband a small smile as he helped you inside the wagon that would take you back to camp. As Bonnie climbed up front with his father, you snuck a glance at your visitor who had seated himself opposite you in the back of the wagon. He leaned against the side, stretching out his bad leg as he closed his eyes in repose.

“Michael?” you asked hesitantly.He grunted in reply and you decided to continue. If he was going to be joining you for any length of time it would be useful to build a good relationship now, you thought. “Even if you’d rather not admit it, you belong here with us and you know it.”

Michael’s eyes flicked open suddenly as he sat up and looked at you with hatred, “Fucking what?” 

You gulped as he stared you down, wondering if it was possible he didn’t know his lineage. “Aren’t you aware of your grandmother, Birdie?”

“What are you on about?” he asked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

You searched his eyes, realizing he had no idea who you were talking about. That’s when you decided to inform him, hoping it would make him feel more welcome. “Birdie Boswell was a gypsy princess,” you said with a note of reverence.

Rolling his eyes, Michael scoffed, “Well I don’t believe in that stuff.”

“Don’t have to. Up in them mountains, you’re royalty,” you replied matter-of-factly. You looked down at your hands nervously. You couldn’t understand why he was so rude and unfriendly. He was completely different from Polly. “I-I just wanted you to know that we’ll take good care of you. We always take care of our own,” you added quietly. The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Bonnie came back to join you and you leaned into him for support as the terrain became more uneven. The wagon pitched you back and forth and he held you tightly, keeping you from Michael’s side of the vardo as much as possible. You could tell your husband didn’t trust this man. 

It was evening when you arrived in camp. The stars were mapped out brightly in the sky and a crescent moon hung above the roaring fire your father had made to keep everyone warm. As Michael was shown where he would be sleeping, you brought a plate to your husband.

“Thank you, dove. Not hungry?” he asked, trying to offer you some of his food, but you declined. The events of the day were still weighing heavily on your mind. As he sat down to eat, you joined your father on the other side of the campfire. Bonnie waved, "Evenin Johnny."

As you approached, you furrowed your brow. Your father knew something was on your mind, but he avoided your gaze, unwilling to discuss your visitor until you asked him first. “Da, I don’t understand,” you began, watching your father stoke the fire.

“What’s there to know?” he asked and suddenly you knew you shouldn’t be asking. However, your curiosity had gotten the better of you.

“He doesn’t want to be here,” you stressed.

“Well, it’s not his decision. It comes from the Shelbys,” your father replied, shoving his hands in his pockets

“Aye, he’s a Gray and he’s kin to the Shelbys, but he doesn’t know the first thing about where he comes from. Told me so today. Why is that?” you prodded.

Johnny let out a long, deep sigh and sucked his teeth while considering whether or not to tell you what had happened so many years ago. Was it worth mentioning now? In the end, he realized he had no choice. Michael’s demeanor was very different from anyone else in the family. You'd already noticed he didn't belong.

“Michael doesn’t know about himself because Polly didn’t raise him,” he said, looking up at the moon. He felt ashamed for having revealed the secret. 

“He lived with his father then?” you inquired.

“No!” Your father called out to the sky. You wondered if you should be quiet. Perhaps asking these questions was forbidden somehow based on the agreement he had with the Shelbys, but he continued. “The parish authorities took him away when he was small. Him and his sister, but Tommy brought him back a year ago to work in the family business," he explained in a hushed tone. 

“And now people want to kill him because people want to kill Tommy?” you added.

Your father grunted an affirmative reply as you sat in amazement. A boy who had grown up without his family only to return years later. And a criminal family nonetheless. How jarring that must have been for him. You suddenly understood his confusion and anger at having been sent to a gypsy camp he knew nothing about. You vowed to keep trying with the man who was around the same age as you and Bonnie. You felt it was the least you could do for someone who had had such a difficult life.

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Three days later, you plucked clothes off the line and turned just in time to see Micheal exit his vardo. You crossed to greet him and hand him a freshly washed shirt. 

“Good morning, Michael. Thought you’d like to know, we leave tomorrow,” you informed him. 

He looked at you quizzically. "I thought we were staying on another night."

“We follow the patron and the crows. And as your mum said, it’s safer for you to keep moving so your enemies can’t find you,” you explained, although you weren’t sure he was listening.

Moving toward the pot placed over the fire, you removed the lid and stirred the stew that had been cooking there. “Are you hungry?” you inquired.

“What is it, fucking hedgehog again?” he asked disdainfully, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. You’d noticed he often preferred smoking to eating, but you still urged him to take a few bites to aid his recovery.

You continued ladling out a generous portion of stew into a bowl with a smile. “No, it's rabbit stew today. You’re in luck, Bonnie caught a buck,” you said extending the bowl, hoping to entice him.

“So?” he asked, not understanding your meaning.

“Buck’s taste better,” you explained patiently, offering him the meal once more.

He took it from you hesitantly, keeping an eye on you at all times.

“You don’t have to fear us, you know. We’re not bad people,” you said, coming to rest beside him.

“Didn’t say you were,” he grumbled, picking at the stew.

As Michael ate, you noticed the sun disappear and the wind begin to pick up. You sensed a storm approaching and you began to shiver involuntarily. Wrapping your shawl around your shoulders to stay warm, you tried to take in a deep breath the way Bonnie reminded you to do when he was away from you. He said it would help focus your mind on something besides your fear of the bad weather.

Just then Bonnie arrived with an armful of firewood. He glanced at you with sympathetic eyes before looking up to assess the clouds rolling in overhead. “Y/n, dove, go inside. Michael can help me clean up out here,” he promised. 

“M eating,” Micheal mumbled without looking up from where he sat. “Besides, that’s women’s work,” he said jerking his chin toward the clothes line and the empty plates.

You noticed Bonnie's whole body tense at Michael’s words, hands curling tightly around the firewood he held. He had tried to be civil after Aberama's warning, but it had been difficult the past few days. Michael refused to do any chores. While his injuries prevented him from doing men’s work like lifting and chopping firewood, there was plenty of work he was capable of and chose not to do which bothered everyone, but couldn't be said aloud. Bonnie knew a thing or two about working while injured and had complained to you that he felt Michael was capable of more than sitting by the fire day in and day out.

You gave your husband a pleading look to remind him Michael was an important guest and Bonnie took a deep breath before he answered with an impatient toss of his head, “The work goes faster if we all help.”

Michael snorted stealing a glance at you, “Can’t your fucking witch say a spell and be done with it?” You froze at his sharp tongue and gulped waiting for Bonnie’s reaction, knowing your husband wouldn't stand for Michael talking about you that way a second time.

Bonnie dropped the kindling where he stood and stalked toward Michael. Grabbing him by the lapels of his coat he hissed, “My wife has cleaned your clothes, cooked for you and served you. How dare you disrespect her?” You could hear the anger rising in his throat as he spoke. “You want to stay here under our protection, now you have to earn it. Fight me,” he challenged, throwing Michael away and beginning to remove his shirt as the thunder rumbled overhead.

"Bonnie!" you called out to him, feeling a soft rain begin to fall all around you.

“No, I’ve no problem with that,” Michael interrupted, pushing his overcoat from his shoulders. “Didn’t want to be here in the first place with a bunch of fucking gypsies,” he spat.

Stretching his neck and cracking his knuckles, he assessed your husband carefully. He wondered if he had any chance at all with a professional boxer especially one with a personal grievance against him. However, he would not back down from a challenge. He was too stubborn. 

As the men began to circle one another a deafening crack of thunder broke the silence. You knew your father would be angry with you and Bonnie if something happened to Michael, but there was nothing you could do to stop the fighting now. You heard Michael grunt as Bonnie landed the first punch to his gut. It sounded painful as he wheezed out an aching breath. Then suddenly you heard your husband wince and you looked up to see him jerk his head back, licking a bad cut to his lower lip. Blood ran down his chin as the first sliver of lightning illuminated the sky behind him. He nodded at you assuring you it would be alright, but for the first time, you were scared.

 As you looked over at Micheal, you saw a gleam of pure devilment in his eye and you wondered if he was actually enjoying this. He ran at Bonnie again with brute force and it dawned on you that while your husband had the training and skill, Michael had the advantage of his wild anger and hatred. It was a force more powerful than you had originally realized and you shook violently as the fear of the confrontation in the sky and on the ground hit you fully. You shrieked as you realized Micheal had produced a knife from some hidden place and Bonnie’s fist came up swiftly to block Micheal’s wrist. The blade was mere inches from your dear husband’s face and you screamed, not recognizing the sound as it ripped from your throat. 

“Christ almighty, what do you boys think you’re doing!” your father cried, rushing toward them. Michael’s eyes, wide with fear froze in that moment, his hand suspended over Bonnie. As Johnny rushed him, he dropped the knife to the ground and as it hit the dirt below, his trance was broken. You watched him stumble backwards, affecting a limp once more as he went to sit on a nearby log as the rain began to pour down upon you.

“Does one of you want to tell me what the fuck this is all about?” your father asked, looking back and forth between Michael and Bonnie. Then his gaze shifted toward you and his face fell, realizing the quarrel had started over you. You looked at him with wide eyes and somehow managed to nod you were alright before hanging your head shamefully. You hated for him to worry though you knew he would no matter what. 

With that small bit of reassurance, he began again more softly, addressing his son-in-law. “Bonnie, no matter what’s happened, it ends now. Do you understand? Polly will have my balls if that boy doesn’t come home safe.” 

Bonnie clenched his jaw tightly as he glared in Michael’s direction.

“Bonnie, did you hear what I said, lad?” Johnny asked more firmly.

“Aye, I did,” Bonnie replied with a loud sigh. He knew better than to question your father. He moved to offer a hand to you and you clung to him as the lightning illuminated the sky. Bonnie led you to your vardo and you entered without speaking, looking between you both at your soaked clothing.

Bonnie sat on your bed with a plop and you retrieved a flannel, dipping it in a bucket of cool water before bringing it to him. As you ran it over his face, cleaning his lip and chin he grasped your wrist. “M sorry, dove. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t. It’s alright,” you said softly, as reassuring as you could muster. You continued to clean his wound gently as Bonnie fixed his eyes on the wall. 

“He’s arrogant,” Bonnie said, beads of water dripping down his tightly clenched jawline.

“Camp is unfamiliar to him. He’s trying to act brave,” you countered. You discarded the cloth and removed your boots and wet cardigan, crawling into bed behind your husband and wrapping your arms around his waist. Leaning your cheek against his back, you felt his warmth radiate through you as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heart, albeit a bit quickened under the stress. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, hoping it would calm him. After a few breaths, he steadied under your touch.

“He’ll be gone soon and then life will be as it was,” he promised, placing his large hand over yours and giving you a gentle squeeze. 

You nodded against him, knowing he didn’t like the intrusion anymore than you did. 

Hesitating a moment, you began slowly, “He doesn’t know where he comes from, Bon. He doesn’t realize he’s just like us.”

“Even if he did, he’d just reject it. Thinks he’s so much better,” Bonnie said with a shake of his head.

You rubbed a hand down Bonnie’s arm soothingly as you said, “He’s Polly’s son. No matter what he does, you swore to protect him, remember?” 

“Not when he treats you the way he did today,” Bonnie said, voice strained with emotion.

You moved to straddle him and took his face between your palms. “Bonnie,” you said softly, making him look you in the eyes, “I know he made you angry, but he’s a lost soul. And if it were our child. I’d want someone to look after him. That’s why I’ve been trying so hard to help him find his way.” 

You guided Bonnie’s hand to your stomach and bit your lip, gulping as a harsh clap of thunder boomed overhead.

“It’s storming, y/n,” he observed, eyes watching you anxiously. 

“I know,” you replied hesitantly. “But I’m not scared anymore. Can’t be frightened when I have this little one to protect,” you explained.

The lightning outside your window illuminated the vardo and you saw a flash of recognition in Bonnie’s brown eyes. You watched tears gather as he stroked your abdomen slowly with his thumb, a look of awe and disbelief washing over him as he stared at your belly.

Bonnie leaned forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, unable to break from you in his urgency until you finally pulled away for much needed breath.

You sat back admiring his flushed cheeks, stroking your fingertips along his cheek as you asked, “You’re happy then?” 

“Course I am, little dove,” he said, a tear falling down his cheek in unreserved emotion. “Can’t believe how strong you’ve become. You’re going to be a wonderful mother, you know,” he said staring deeply into your eyes. 

“I hope so,” you whispered as you pressed your forehead to his. “We’ll weather the storm together, won’t we?” you asked, brushing your nose against his.

“Of course, we will, my darlin’,” Bonnie replied, lifting you up and placing you on the bed with ease. You smiled as he came to rest beside you, your Bonnie there to watch over you as the wind and rain pelted the side of the caravan. However, you had no need to fear it any longer. 

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The next morning as Bonnie kissed you goodbye at the doorway, you worried for your growing family. Your husband had confided that today they were going to plan strategy against the Changrettas who had sent several men to the area. You also selfishly worried for yourself. With Bonnie gone, it was up to you to look after Michael. 

As though he sensed your inner thoughts, Bonnie turned to you before he reached the last step and extended his hand to you. “No matter what happens, it’s you and me, dove,” he reminded you. “We’re going to leave this place and soon enough we’ll have our own little one to worry about instead of a grown man, eh?” he said with a smirk. You had to chuckle at his remark. You felt exactly the same, ready to move beyond the dark shadow the Shelbys had cast over your lives.

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Do You Think It's Easy? - Michael Gray x OC

Plot: Thea Sikes had been previously engaged to the infamous, Michael Gray before he was forced off to America due to the Vendetta of the Italians. However, she was left pregnant and a few months later, without a fiancee. Now, Michael has returned however with a new pregnant wife on his arm.

Inspired by Season 2 of Friends (where Ross with Julie and he discovers Rachel's feelings for him.)

disclaimers; swearing and angst.

“We got the books.”

“Oh, that’s…” Thea trailed off, unaware of what to say to Michael’s comment, as she stood there in front of him, tea towel in hand from cleaning up after their daughter. “…interesting.”

“No. Its not interesting, okay?” Michael responded, shaking his head back at her. “Its very very not interesting, Theadora.”

Oh, did Michael strike a nerve there. She never let anyone speak to her if they were planning on using her full name. She hated it as it reminded her of the mother that long abandoned her hence going her nickname instead.

“I got it, Michael!” Thea interrupted, raising a hand to stop the boy from going on any further.

“You had no right to tell you that you still kept feelings!” He snapped back, pointing a shaking finger in the direction of the young mother.

“What?”

“I’m doing brilliant with Gina! Didn��t you hear that we’re fucking married and she’s got one in- “

“Do want a fucking medal?” Thea yelled back, thanking the Gods that Polly was keeping her daughter for the night. “Can’t you see that she’s bloody using you!?”

Michael refused to listen to the accusations (which were probably true) as they didn’t matter to him, at this point in time. “Whatever, just I was doing well with Gina before I found out about you!”

“Hey, I was doing great before I found about you!” Thea snapped back, the tear ducts threatening to break. “You think it’s easy for me to see you with Gina?”

“Well then, you should’ve said something while you had the chance!” He cried back, bringing his hands to run through his gelled curly hair.

“You refused to answer your fucking phone!” Thea was becoming overwhelmed. Hearing those words come out of Michael was much too unlike him. Much different to the boy she fell in love with, all those years back. “How come you didn’t do that!?”

“There was a never a good time!”

“Oh, that makes perfect sense!” She smiled sarcastically, waving her arms around. “You only had a year, and you were sulking in your penthouse all night!”

“How did you—”

“Your mother told me.”

“It wasn’t every night.” Michael responded in a firm stone, his brown eyes glaring back into her green ones. “And it’s not like I didn’t try, Thea, but things got in the way! Like the Italians and Gypsy boys!”

He was referring to her brief fancy with Bonnie Gold, Thomas Shelby’s other kestrel. He couldn’t blame her on the inside. She was on her own, especially due to John’s death and Esme taking off with the kids. Polly was there, as was Arthur and Aberama, but they felt more of parents to her rather than someone she could fling around with.

“Hey! There was only one Gypsy boy!” Thea reminded, pointing her finger back at him. “I’d show him some fucking respect considering he convinced his family to let you travel with him to avoid your fucking death. Do you even have a point, Michael!?”

Michael stepped closer, the gap becoming them now mere centimeters as the tension increased. “The point is, I don’t need this right now. It’s too late.”

“So, you’re just going to put away your feeling or whatever the bloody hell that was?” Thea sniffed, the tears spilling out as she trying to hide them back; refusing to let Michael see her ever so vulnerable.

“Hey, I’ve doing it since for five years, I’ve gotten pretty fucking good at it.” He hissed, his face inching slightly closer, his view was fixated on the wet red cheeks of hers.

“Alright, fine, you go ahead and do that, Michael!” Thea ordered, pushing his chest as she held out her arm, moving him closer to her front door.

“Fine! Fine!”

“I don’t need this!”

Michael followed her request, not even shutting the door, just walking straight out as Thea ran up to the door, stepping out to shut it herself.

“And you know what!?” She yelled, so he could hear. “Now, I got closure!”

With that sentence, she slammed the door, refusing to look back at her once lover, walk down the cobbled streets of Watery Lane. Collapsing on the front step of the staircase, she let the tears dance freely down her pale cheeks.

Her memory became clouded of old memories of the two. The oldest one being of when she first made eye-contact with him in Polly’s old kitchen after he was finally reunited with his mother, thanks to Thomas Shelby. She never thought someone to be so handsome as Michael did in that moment. He wasn’t a Peaky Blinder then. He was a country boy with a true heart and a bold love for horses, especially bay-mares.

However now, it was all corrupted. He no longer had that look of astonishment in his eye whenever they caught each other’s gaze but rather a look of despair and victim as hers was full of shame and worry once she saw Gina approach him, the stupid little smirk playing on her lips.

‘This was silly’ she thought. Realizing she needed her rest, she brushed down her dress, as to avoid any reminders of her crying and went to lock the door however was interrupted by a rather violent knock.

It wouldn’t be Polly, after all she had the baby. Arthur would be at the Garrison or flat out in his armchair, which Thea wished she could be there to look after him. Aberama? He never visited through the night, knowing sleep was the love of her life currently.

Her hand grasped the doorknob, carefully pulling the wood open to see who was frantically asking after her.

Michael.

The two refused to move. Just staring back at each other.

He was soaking wet from the heaving rain and yet he remained adamant to stay in his spot, taking in her appearance, fearing it would be the last time they would lay eyes on one another.

Taking his shot, he stepped a polished shoe forwards towards the entrance of the house of Watery Lane and cupped the two cheeks as he connected their lips as quickly as he could.

Thea gasped at his action however kissing him back as if it was her source of life. Reaching her arms around his back to cradle him close; from what she had seen of Gina, this type of passion was hardly welcomed in his new life.

Michael kept his lips locked onto hers, wanting to live in said moment rather than sulk back to his wife however he knew of Thea’s morality. She relied upon it like Polly relied on God itself. As Thea, brought her hands to rummage through the gelled hair, not seeming to give a flying fuck whether it was messy or not, Michael smiled into the kiss lightly, pulling her closer with the grip he had on her.

Despite her determination to carry on, Thea pulled away, giving herself the chance to stare back at the country boy (now turned Gangster). She ran a soft finger over the now puffed lips while all he could do was melt at the sight of her worrying eyes, soaking every inch of his thoughts.

“Its always been you, Thea.”

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Up in Smoke- Chapter 1.6

Masterlist

Warning- Usual PB violence and swearing

Within the next few days, Arthur had returned back to normal. At least for now. Tommy walked into my room. My nose was too busy in a book to realize he had walked in. I finally glanced up.

"Hey, Tommy." 

"Check your gun."

"Why? What's going on?"

"We're doing it today."

"Doing what today?"

"Family meeting, half ten." He walked out. 

I walked down to the kitchen to sit with Aunt Polly and Ada. She was finally speaking to us again. We talked as her baby, Karl, was asleep. Aunt Polly smiled as she looked down at Karl. 

"Mine were terrors for the tit. Both of them. You girls never knew my children, did you?"

"I was a child myself then."

"No. Why don't you ever talk about them?"

"Never had a reason to. My heart breaks even when I think about them." She walked away from the basket Karl was sleeping in. "But today, I do have a reason to. Sit down, Ada."

Ada sent me a look as she sat down. I shrugged as we both turned our attention to Aunt Polly. "They were three and five years old. Sally was three, Micheal was five. Well, two weeks away from being six. It was Sunday morning. Uh, I was at church. 'You are not forgiven,' this pinch-faced bitch said to me. 'You are not forgiven.' You see, some sheets I had washed and hung on the line had the name of a hotel on them. They'd been stolen in a robbery and they said some porter at the hotel had been coshed. A woman from around here told the police about the sheets. Jealous, you see, of the new sheets. When the police came, they found a spirit still...making a few drops of gin." Her eyes started to gloss over. 

Her eyes darted around the room. She started to break down. "And for that, they took my children from me. They never told me where they took them. They did it because they could and because I was weak. But they will never take your baby away from you. Do you know why? Because Tommy won't let them. Tommy will not let them walk all over us. Tommy has brought strength and power to this family. Cause he knows you have to be as bad as the above in order to survive. I'm telling you this because I want you to forgive him."

"How can I? My Freddie is rotting in jail because of him."

"Ada, Tommy had nothing to do with this. He didn't tell the police he was here, I swear." I said as I looked over at her. 

Aunt Polly looked over at me, unsure if she'd believe us. "There's something about today you need to know." Aunt Polly went on to tell Ada what was going on today. We had to break away from this conversation here in order to get to the family meeting. Everyone was inside when we got there. Tommy stood in the front of the room with his hands deep in his pockets. 

He looked around the room at all of us. "I've brought you all here today because this is the day that we replace Billy Kimber. This is the day we become respectable. The day we join the official National Association of Race Course Bookmakers. But first, we do the dirty work. We've all known this day has been coming. I just haven't told anyone the date." He turned to look at the board behind him. 

"We're going to the Worcester races. The track opens at one. We'll get there at two. Now, Kimber thinks we're going there to help him to fight the Lee brothers. But thanks to the efforts of our John and his lovely new wife, Esme, the Lees are now our kin. So it'll be us and the Lees against Kimber's boys. We take them out but leave the bookies. I expect a swift victory which will send a signal all the way to London that we believe in letting legitimate businesses run peacefully."

"What about Kimber himself," John asked. 

"I'll deal with him. Any more questions?"

"Yes," Polly said as she walked towards the door. "Does anybody object if I bring a newcomer to the meeting?" 

I smirked as I watched them confusedly look at each other. Polly opened the door, "come on." She whispered to Ada who was on the other side with Karl. "I'd like to introduce the newest member of the Shelby clan." Ada walked through the door with Karl in her arms. Arthur started clapping when she walked toward the crowd. Everyone joined him. 

Tommy smiled as he watched them. 

"Welcome home, Ada." 

"We named him Karl. After Karl Marx."

"Karl Bloody Marx," Arthur joked as he walked towards them. "Let me get a look at him." "Here we go," John shouted. 

Arthur put his hat on Karl before holding him up. Everyone laughed. "Hey, look. He looks just like me."

"That's his ass that looks like you, Arthur." John joked. 

"He's all right. He's a Shelby." We all started to walk out of the room with him. 

We made our way to Garrison to have a few drinks. Well, the boys were going to drink. I preferred to stay sober for this. I had to watch out for Finn. Tommy seemed to be in a really good mood. He was even helping Grace pour drinks for everyone. 

"The next family meeting, I'll make sure you're there." 

"If I were family but I'm not."

"That could change."

"Tommy-"

"We'll talk about it more when I get back. Alright?"

"When will you be back?"

"Oh, is this how it's going to be? You waiting at home for me saying 'what time do you call this?'" He smiled at her as he chuckled. 

"The barrel needs changing." She walked to the back room. 

What the hell just happened? I thought they liked each other. He just told her he wanted to be with her. One of Tommy's friends, Jeremiah, walked into the pub. "Two vans are driving up Stratford Road. An old corporal of mine said he recognized some of the men. It's the Kimber boys, they're heading this way." My stomach turned as he stood there. 

None of this made sense. Someone betrayed us. Now, we were outnumbered. The Lees were on their way to the races. Tommy took off to tell Ada and Aunt Polly to get ready for anything. The phone in the pub rang. It was Aunt Pol. 

They had made the realization that Grace was working for the other side. She had been betraying us the entire time. Aunt Polly was going to deal with her. We had to get ready to fight Kimber and his boys. They were going to need everyone they could. Tommy walked up to us. 

"Alright men, you were mostly in the war so you know the battle plans always change and get fucked up. Well, here it is. Things have changed. We fight them here. Today. Alone. Now they're gonna come for the pub. They're gonna try and break us up for good. We'll have no help from the law today. That pub there is called the Garrison. Well, now it really is one. And it belongs to us, right?"

"Right!" All the men and Finn screamed.

"How many are there?" Arthur asked.

"Jeremiah says two Riley vans. I reckon we're outnumbered three to one."

"Fuck," I mumbled as I looked at the ground. 

"It's us, boys. It's us. The Small Heath Rifles. We haven't lost a fight yet, have we?"

"No!"

"All right. Jeremiah. I know you vowed to God to never pick up a weapon again. Can you ask him from me if you can help us today?"

"God says he doesn't deal with Small Heath, sir."

"Good man. Arthur, Scudboat. You'll take the flanks. Just like St. Marie."

"Curly, if any Shelby's die here today, you bury us side by side. Alright, we have about 10 minutes. Make your peace with whoever." I talked with John and Arthur for a few minutes. 

I headed into the pub to finish off our minutes with Tommy. He put his drink down on the counter to hug me. He rested his chin on the top of my head. I listened to his heartbeat as we stood there. "Tommy," I whispered. Tears started to prick my eyes. 

"If anything happens, I want you to know how good of a big brother you are."

"Don't get all sappy on me now."

"Whatever." I looked up at him with a smile. 

Finn bursted through the doors. "Tommy, they're here." Both of us headed outside. We made sure our guns were ready and loaded. The men came from the opposite end of the street. We were severely outnumbered. We started to walk toward each other. 

They all started to hold their weapons at us. They were showing us what they had. Once the groups got close enough to each other, they stopped. "All guns and no balls, right, Billy Boy," John shouted. It went quiet. "What do we do now? Just give the order," Arthur mumbled to Tommy. 

We were all waiting for something to happen. 

"It doesn't have to be like this Kimber."

"Too late for all that. You bit off more than you can chew, you little toe rag. And now I'm gonna take over this shit hole."

"Well...if we have to use guns, let's use proper guns." Danny and Freddie walked out of the garage next to us. 

Freddie looked like shit. He had a giant machine gun in his hand. "Sergeant Thorne reporting for duty, sir." Tommy looked back at Kimber. "You were saying something about being out-gunned?" Everyone held their guns up at each other. Well, everyone except for Tommy and Kimber. 

"Move," Ada's voice came from the back of Kimber's group. She pushed her way to the front. She was dressed in all black. She was pushing Karl in a buggy as she walked between us. Freddie shouted, 

"What are you doing?"

"I believe you men call this no man's land."

"Ada!"

"Shut up and listen."

"Have you lost your mind?"

"I said shut up!" Kimber turned to look at his men. 

He was just as surprised as we were. "Now most of you were in France. I've got brothers, a sister, and a husband here, but you've all got somebody waiting for you. I'm wearing black in preparation. I want you to look at me. I want you all to look at me! Who'll be wearing black for you? Think about them. Think about them right now. And fight if you want to, but that baby ain't moving anywhere...and neither am I." No one said anything. 

Freddie and Ada stood there staring at each other. I didn't think this would end things this easily. I did like the effort though. "She's right, you know." Kimber looked around at all of his men then ours. "Why should all you men die? It should just be them who's caused it." 

A gunshot went off. I felt a pain rip through my right shoulder as I nearly flew onto my back. I fell to my knees as everything turned into a blur. I slowly reached up to touch where it hurt. My whole hand was red. It took me a minute to process what was going on. I was shot, Kimber shot me. 

Another gunshot went off. I looked up to see both Danny and Kimber laying on the ground. Tommy's voice echoed through the street. "Kimber and I fought this battle one-on-one. It's over. Go home to your families." After collecting Kimber's body, they left. 

Tommy ran to me, carrying me into the pub. My body was numb. Well, it was numb until they started to fish the bullet out. They sat me down on a table before stripping off my jacket and half of my shirt. "I'm so sorry," Tommy looked into his eyes. Jeramiah took the end of a spoon to the wound. They all surrounded me as I screamed and wiggled in agony. 

They all cheered me on. "Come on, An. You can take it." After a minute or 2, he got it out. "There. I still have the knack." He smiled as he put it in a glass. 

"Have a drink," Arthur handed me the bottle. I took a swig before handing it back to him. "Deep breath." Before I realized what was happening, he was pouring it on the wound. I screamed as he held me still. "It's done, it's done," he took a step back. I took a few deep breaths as they wrapped it up.

Aunt Polly and Ada came into the pub. Aunt Polly was not happy. We all gathered in the private room to say goodbye to Danny. His body lay on the table. The only one who was crying was Curly. The boys all kept their composure. 

John lowered his head.

"We can bury him properly. In the grave, we dug for him."

"Yeah. It's high on a hill. He'd like that." Tommy held up a bottle. "To Danny Whizz-bang. May we all die twice." They all passed the bottle around to say their goodbyes. "Come on, the day is ours. Let's celebrate." We all left the room.

The pub started to get crowded as our party started. I had to sneak out for a second to breathe. Tommy was actually standing out there. None of us said anything for a second. I asked, 

"Do you think he shot me to get to you?"

"He knew my biggest weakness."

"Biggest weakness and pain in the ass." He laughed as he lit his cigarette. 

I headed back to the pub to finish parting after standing there for a few minutes. Slowly everyone started to go home. The only ones left in the pub were Aunt Polly, John, Arthur, and me. John and Arthur were too drunk to go anywhere. They were passed out together in a booth. The door opened and Tommy walked in. He went to see Grace before she skipped town. 

He walked into the pub with his head hung low. 

"There he is."

"Tommy," John called out.

"Drink?" Polly offered.

"Not whiskey. If you check behind the bar you will find a bottle of champagne."

"The one she bought." Aunt Polly placed it on the table. 

"Today was a good day. All of Kimber's men were busy here. The Lee boys took all their pitches at the Worcester races. It couldn't have gone better even if we planned it. Shelby Brothers Limited is now the third-largest legal race track operation in the country." He started to walk over to John and Arthur. 

"Cheers," Arthur and John drunkenly cheered. "Only the Sabinis and the Solomons are bigger than us, boys. And all my family is here to celebrate." He popped open the bottle. 

"To Shelby Brothers Limited."

"Shelby!" Arthur cheered before groaning. 

Tommy put his head on the counter. I rubbed the back of his head. 

"There will be others." Aunt Polly soothed. 

"To others."

"To others." The 3 of us clinked our glasses. 

He walked out of the pub without another word.

[lilahisntsadanymore]

A special sparkle blinked in Y/n's eyes the first time she met Bonnie Gold. Tommy noticed what's going on, so he helped the love blossom between these two young people.

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x gray!reader

Words count: 6.7k

Warnings: bad language, mentions of sex, season 4 spoilers, probably typos because it's so long I didn't proofread it

I planned for it to have a second part but considering how long it is... A second part is pointless.

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Young Lovers

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All roads lead to Small Heath, that was what Y/n found out soon after moving out to London. She lived there, alone, for a short period of time, until she got the black hand. Y/n contacted Thomas about it as soon as possible and he advised her, or rather ordered, to come back.

So there she was, back in Birmingham. Back in a place where the whole family could be together, because it was the safest option at the time. Whether they wanted it or not, they had to unite to survive.

Although, not all of them survived. Death seemed so surreal to Y/n, it couldn't happen to any of her family members. It simply couldn't, because Y/n said so. She was a Shelby, not by the name but by blood, so everything in the universe was supposed to listen to her.

Why did it happen then? Why did death approach one of the Shelbys? Why hadn't the universe listened to Y/n? Why did she have to put on a black dress? Why couldn't everything go accordingly to her will? This wasn't real, this was a nightmare. It truly felt like a nightmare.

"Are you ready?" Polly knocked on the door of her daughter's room.

"Yes, come in."

Y/n thought she calmed herself down, but when she saw her mother's face the tears were burning her eyes again. It was too difficult to hold them back, so Y/n just let them slowly fall down her cheeks.

Polly gently took her daughter's face in her palms, thumbs rubbing the girl's wet cheeks. The older woman didn't cry, she had to stay strong.

"He wouldn't want you to cry," she whispered.

"How can you know, mum? Has his ghost already talked to you?" Y/n mocked, but then quickly changed her voice to normal, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I just... I don't know, I still can't comprehend it."

Y/n couldn't believe her mother suddenly got the power to talk to dead people after putting her head through the noose, but it wasn't the right moment to mock it.

Polly changed the topic. "Others are waiting for us, for you, let's go."

The women walked outside their flat at Watery Lane. A colourful caravan stood out from the dark and dirty street. The streets of Small Heath had always been like this - you couldn't spot a light colour there, so something as colourful as the caravan was the first thing you paid attention to.

Y/n didn't feel real when she was looking at it, she didn't want to believe John Shelby's dead body was laying inside it. The same John Shelby that so recently stood in front of Y/n, talking about various things, throwing an inside joke into the conversation from time to time.

Y/n shook hands with Arthur and Tommy, passing condolences. They were soldiers prepared for each other's death, but not in that way, not because of vendetta. Then Y/n went to hug Finn and Ada.

The small crowd that consisted of the Shelby family and their closest people walked to a field where the caravan was set on fire.

Y/n didn't stand close to the fire, but she could feel it burn holes through her. Invisible holes in her soul, that would never be filled again. She didn't even listen to what Tommy's speech, she was too absorbed in wondering why did it hurt so bad to lose a family member. John was Y/n's cousin, but he was like a brother to her. Growing up, Y/n had no idea about Michael, so the Shelbys played that role. Well, Finn, Ada, John and Tommy were like Y/n's siblings, while in some ways she treated Arthur as her father figure.

A sudden gunshot brought Y/n back to the real world. As soon as she heard it, she crouched down and so did everyone else instead of Thomas, Arthur and two other men.

The men were ready to shoot, but Thomas stopped them.

"Don't return fire," he spoke, "the people doing the firing are on our side. I invited Aberama Gold."

Y/n could see anger making its way on her mother's face. Polly was about to scold Tommy like she hasn't before.

"You did this on purpose," she accused, walking up to Tommy, "you used John's funeral fire as a fucking beacon. You set a trap! You used us as bait!"

Tommy tried to explain everything to Polly, but she didn't seem to understand it. After all, he used his own brother's funeral as a trap. This felt so wrong.

Y/n looked around and spotted men on horses walking in their direction. This must've been said Aberama Gold and his people. Two men were walking next to their horses because the animals had dead bodies on their backs.

"Who's dead?" Polly pointed in that direction.

"Our enemies."

Y/n decided to speak her thoughts, agreeing with her mother. "Tommy, this isn't right. Everyone is saying Gold and his people are bloody savages."

"This is vendetta's language. Changrettas kill one of us, we kill two of them."

Thomas Shelby was a respected person and everyone knew not to question his decisions nor argue with his ideas. But there were people not afraid to express their opinions, even the negative ones, and Y/n was one of these people.

However, the girl fell silent when she saw a particular boy. With not a single emotion on his face, he sat firmly on a black and white gypsy cob. The boy seemed young, he could be Y/n's age.

Y/n didn't look away when the boy's brown eyes locked with her y/e/c ones. As the horse he was on walked by Y/n, the boy nodded his head as a form of greeting. Despite the sadness that ruled Y/n's body that day, a spark appeared in her eyes for a brief moment. The whole scene lasted for seconds, but Y/n replayed it in her head many times.

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On the same day at night Y/n decided to make some tea, she couldn't sleep. Her mind processed John's death, it was very real, almost touchable. Michael had to live, because Y/n wouldn't be able to survive another death of a family member.

This was the language of vendetta. It was brutal. An eye for an eye. Now Y/n could understand it. If she didn't get murdered by Changrettas, she would die from all the mental pain, with a heart shattered by sorrow. John's death brought an awful pain to Y/n and it was just the beginning. Hopefully the rest of the Shelbys would manage to survive. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to engage the Golds into this.

Tommy came back to the flat to a deadly silence. It was late and Y/n was drinking tea on the sofa, but it didn't surprise him. Everything was different since the day John died and Y/n must've had a hard time dealing with it, especially because it happened so recently. She wasn't a trained soldier, she was sensitive, barely twenty years old, her young mind wasn't used to going through loss.

"Hi," the girl said, looking at Tommy, "here's some tea if you want," she gestured at a porcelain teapot that stood on a nearby table.

"I'd rather have something else."

Thomas walked across the room and grabbed a bottle of whisky, pouring a bit of it for himself into a glass. Then he took a place on the sofa next to his cousin. They didn't speak for a while, just sat there staring into nothingness.

"Where were you?" Y/n asked suddenly.

"Doing business."

"It was you who said we're only safe together. You can't just disappear, we were all worried something happened to you."

Tommy sighed. He didn't want Y/n to raise hell in the middle of the night. It wasn't him who was in the most danger. If anything, he would die last, because Changrettas wanted to hurt him by killing people he was close to, one by one.

"I wasn't alone, alright? I was with Aberama Gold."

Y/n opened her mouth, but didn't speak, not having the right words. She scratched the back of her neck and began thinking of how to say what she wanted to say.

"Speaking of him..." she began. "Who was the other man, next to Aberama?"

"There were three other men next to him." Tommy knew exactly who Y/n had in mind, but decided to mess around with her. Back at the funeral, he saw the way she and Aberama's son looked at each other. It was hard not to notice.

"The youngest one. What's his name?"

"Why do you need to know his name?"

Y/n set an empty cup on the table and crossed her arms on her chest. "Business. I need to know who we work with."

"Business, eh?" Tommy smirked. "He's Bonnie, Aberama's son. Don't get your hopes up, he's devoted to boxing, I don't think he'll find time for love."

"Love?" Y/n scoffed. "I told you it's for business, I don't look for love neither."

"Of course, Y/n. Of course."

Y/n stood up and with a faked grimace of anger walked up the stairs. When she was in her room where Tommy couldn't see her, she smiled to herself. She smiled for the first time in a while. Now she had to just find an excuse to get close to Bonnie.

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The second time Y/n met Bonnie Gold was at Charlie Strong's yard. Bonnie and his father came there, because Aberama had a wish to buy the yard. As a part of the deal.

Nobody was allowed to disrespect Thomas Shelby's family and friends, so he quickly showed Aberama how disrespectful his offer was.

During their discussion, Y/n was sitting by the makeshift table on a makeshift chair. She couldn't help but look at Bonnie. Once again, Y/n couldn't read his emotions, except blinking his face didn't move. And this time he wasn't looking at Y/n, he was focusing on the discussion between his father and Tommy.

When everyone, except Tommy, thought Aberama will toss the coin, he backed out. Even if he would won the yard, there were witnesses. People would talk, they would call him the man who wagered his own daughter for a messy, dirty yard.

"We missed Christmas, let's have it now," Tommy ended the dispute. "Peace on Earth, goodwill to all men."

Tommy, Arthur and the two guests took a seat by the tables. Bonnie sat almost in front of Y/n and since the table wasn't very wide, they were about three feet apart.

The oldest Shelby poured alcohol into every glass and cup. "Let's have a toast to John," he said, "raise your glasses."

"To John Shelby." Echoed through the yard and everyone drank.

When everyone picked up on conversations, Y/n's eyes wandered to Bonnie once again. This time she caught him already staring at her, so she decided to send him a light smile. To the girl's surprise, Bonnie blushed, which only made Y/n's smile wider.

Y/n sighed in her mind. Only if she knew how to start a conversation with him... She needed a moment to catch him when he's alone.

Discussions continued, several topics making their ways in Y/n's ears, but she didn't pay much attention. She would just nod from time to time or give a one word answer. She was mostly focused on silently flirting with Bonnie from across the table.

It was amusing to Tommy, who was able to focus on many things in one time. He both talked to everyone and observed his cousin's actions. From the beginning he knew what's going on.

Tommy stood up and walked up to Y/n. He put a hand on her shoulder to make her look at him.

"Get up and come with me." He demanded. "Polly and the rest are on the way, we don't want them to get lost, do we?"

Y/n nodded and stood up, a bit annoyed. She was really absorbed with sending seductive glances to her love target and tapping his legs with her feet under the table. She would rather keep doing this, than help Tommy with something he could as well do on his own.

"Mum knows this place like the back of her hand," Y/n protested when they walked away from the table, "she doesn't need us to guide her."

"Well, I figured you might need something else to do apart from eyefucking Bonnie."

"What are you talking about? I- I wasn't-"

"Don't waste your time to think of an excuse, I see you're into him and apparently he seems interested in you. Later on I'll be going to the stables to discuss business with Aberama, I suppose Bonnie will also be there, so you can come with me."

Y/n was kind of speechless, in a good way. Sometimes it was a useful skill of Tommy's to see through people's minds.

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Not much later Y/n followed Tommy to the stables. Bonnie was brushing his horse, he seemed to have a strong bond with the animal.

Thomas walked up to Aberama and set down three bottles on a table the man was sat by.

"No need for security," Aberama gestured to Y/n, who walked behind Tommy. "The girl always follows you like a shadow."

The comment was supposed to be a joke, but Y/n felt insulted.

"I'm Y/n Gray," she spoke, "Tom doesn't need security, I'm his business partner."

"Let's talk business then, shall we?"

Thomas took a seat and lit up a cigarette, while Y/n walked up to Bonnie and his horse.

"That's a beautiful horse," Y/n slowly touched the horse's back.

"Be careful, I advise you," Aberama warned, "she doesn't like strangers and has quite a temper."

"I could say the same about Y/n," Tommy joked, gaining a chuckle from Aberama. "But she's right, the horse's a fine beast."

"Nothing you see here is for sale, Mr Shelby."

As Aberama and Thomas continued their discussion, Y/n decided to start a conversation with Bonnie. Finally.

"What's her name?" She asked, running her hand through the horse's mane, but looking at Bonnie.

The boy hesitated for a second. "She doesn't have a name."

"How come?" Y/n smiled. "Such a beautiful creature should have an equally beautiful name."

"Beautiful creature..." Bonnie repeated, mumbling. He acted really shy, Y/n wouldn't expect that from him. He looked like a tough man. "I just never named her."

"Can I braid her hair?"

"Under one condition."

"And what might it be?"

"Teach me how to braid hair?"

"Sure, you just grab a part of it and section it into three parts..."

As Y/n was showing Bonnie how to braid hair, he tried to copy the movements of her hands. Their hands were not even inches apart, dangerously close. Eventually, Y/n and Bonnie touched each other, which made them both stop and look at one another.

It didn't last long, maybe only a few seconds, but Y/n's brain processed this moment in slow motion.

Until then, Y/n wasn't really keen on the whole theory of soulmates, but in that moment she understood it's true. When she looked at Bonnie from such small distance, she immediately knew he's the one.

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On the same day Bonnie became a peaky blinder. Tommy made a deal to help him achieve his boxing dream after a test fight in the Shelby factory. Bonnie won the fight, otherwise Tommy and Arthur wouldn't agree to promote him.

When Y/n watched the fight, she felt mesmerized. It was surprising how quickly Bonnie switched from a shy boy blushing at her words to a tough fighter not afraid to knock out his opponent. It was impressive. Y/n could get used to watching Bonnie's fights.

"Why did you walk alone?" Polly inquired as soon as her daughter stepped into their flat. She saw Y/n through the window.

"Tommy and Arthur had some more business to attend to," Y/n answered truthfully, "and I wasn't alone the whole time. For half of the way I walked with Bonnie and his father."

"I don't trust them. And what about the half when you walked alone? You know about vendetta, you know in how much danger we are. You're back in Small Heath, but it's not the same Small Heath you remember. It's full of Italians who want us dead!"

"Calm down, mum. I know how to defend myself. Kick the crotch and if that's not possible, ears rip off the easiest."

"They have snipers, Y/n! You wouldn't even know something's about to happen."

Y/n fell silent, she didn't want to argue with that. Her mother was right. If a sniper was about to shoot her, she wouldn't notice. Her dead body would fall on the ground and that would be it, the death of another Shelby.

"Mum?" Y/n wanted to change the topic. "Do you believe in soulmates?"

"Of course I do, darling. Why are you asking?"

"Because I think I've met mine."

Polly was astonished. Her daughter never seemed interested in romantic relationships and one day she comes home to announce she found her soulmate. Definitely something Polly wouldn't expect.

"I'll read your leaves if you're not sure, make yourself a cup of tea. Remember to focus on the intention."

Polly hoped Y/n didn't fall for Aberama Gold's son, she hoped it would be a temporary interest. They were savages and Polly didn't want her daughter to end up marrying someone like this. There were better candidates.

To Polly's disappointment the tea leaves indicated that the relationship has big potential to work out. It reassured Y/n and boosted her confidence.

"I'm not sure about this, Y/n."

"Why not? Mum, he's a good person-"

"No, nobody coming from the Gold bloodline can be a good person. They're-"

"Savages? I've heard that and even used to believe that until I met Bonnie. If you met him, you'd change your mind."

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Days had passed and apart from the time during which Bonnie was training for the big fight, he also found some time for dates with Y/n.

Something beautiful blossomed between those two, it wasn't just love. It was like two souls from a past life finding each other in a new life. Y/n didn't need any more confirmation.

As they rode on horses through a forest, Bonnie stopped by a pond, considering it a good place for a date. He dismounted the horse and tied it to a tree.

"I told my mother about you," Y/n said as she dismounted her own horse, "a while ago actually, but I hadn't told you before, because you'd think I'm crazy." She laughed, hoping the boy won't take the last part of the sentence seriously.

"And what particularly did you tell her?" Bonnie chuckled.

The couple sat down on the grass next to each other. Well, they weren't a couple yet, as neither of them asked one another out. They were two people, who barely knew one another, showing each other romantic affection.

"That you're my soulmate," the girl brushed the boy's arm up and down with two of her fingers, "I knew that since the day I saw you."

A light blush appeared on Bonnie's face once again. "How's that possible?"

"I just...felt it, I can't describe it. One look and I knew you're the one. Didn't you feel it?"

"Well, there are moments I feel like I've known you my whole life, or even longer. It's probably weird, I've never felt it before."

"You've just described what I couldn't," a sympathetic chuckle left Y/n's mouth. " I wish I could say I love you, but that would scare you off, wouldn't it?"

"I don't know, say it and find out."

Y/n's heart rate sped up, now she was the one that flushed. That clearly wasn't a sentence the girl would expect to fall from Bonnie's mouth. Y/n wondered if her blushed cheeks were visible, she couldn't recall a time a boy had made her turn red before.

"Bonnie Gold, a man full of surprises. I'm afraid that, despite the fact I barely know you, I.. love you."

"Now that I'm sure of your feelings I can admit that, unfortunately, I might love you too."

Both of the lovers laughed at the scene. It was so silly, they were glad nobody else was there to witness it.

When their laughters silenced, they looked deeply into each other's eyes. The pupils inside them were almost heart-shaped.

Bonnie gathered confidence from every part of his body and decided to kiss Y/n. He knew she won't stop him and he was right. Y/n put her hands on his neck, pulling him in as if skin on skin contact wasn't enough.

Bonnie lightly pushed Y/n as a sign for her to lay down, so he could hover over her. His left hand was under the girl's back, while his left wandered up and down her naked leg. She was dressed in a long, black dress, but the fabric wasn't too difficult to slide up.

Out of a sudden, a single gunshot sounded in the lovers' ears. The sound was somehow especially loud in a forest.

Y/n and Bonnie were quickly brought back to earth. They pulled away from each other. Bonnie pulled out his gun, while Y/n was ready with a gun she borrowed from Tommy the other day.

Another gunshot. Looking around, they couldn't spot anyone. Changretta's people were the only explanation in Y/n's mind.

"We should go." The girl whispered, gaining a nod from Bonnie.

They untied their horses from the tree and took off as fast as possible. The horses were disturbed as well and didn't mind a moment of a quicker ride in the order to stay alive.

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Before Y/n even walked back into her flat, she could hear her mother's voice arguing with Tommy and Arthur's voices. They fell silent as soon as they heard the door opening.

"What was all that about?" She asked, as a naturally curious person, without suspecting anything.

"Tommy and Arthur-" Polly started, but was interrupted by Thomas.

"Are curious where you were."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "In the morning I told you I'll have a, uh, meeting. Business meeting with Bonnie."

"How was it?" Tommy kept questioning, his arms crossed on his chest. "How was the meeting? What did you talk about?"

Y/n's lips parted, she searched for an answer in her head. She haven't even thought about that. Why did Tommy ask so many questions though? Y/n thought he wasn't against her and Bonnie. Maybe she shouldn't have lied that it was a business meeting. She should have been honest from the beginning and told them she's going on a date.

"About his career, you know?" Y/n finally found an excuse. "The fight is really soon and-"

"And?" Arthur hit his fist on a nearby wall. "Why do you keep lying?"

"What do you mean, Arthur? I'm not lying, how could I lie to my family?"

"So you weren't about to let Bonnie fuck you? In a fucking forest. Like a whore!"

Arthur's furious voice scared Y/n. She heard him yell before, but never at her. This was the first time Arthur raised his voice at Y/n.

"And you would let him do it," he continued, "if I didn't fire my gun, you would let him fuck you!"

Y/n's eyes visibly widened. "It was you! We thought Changrettas sent somebody! I was fucking terrified!" The fear Y/n had for Arthur's anger evolved into her own anger. She was so furious. How could he scare them like that? Especially in times where they're being hunted by an Italian mafia.

Tommy walked closer to Y/n and put his hand on her shoulder. "It's for your own good. We don't want anything bad to happen to you, like the thing that was about to happen."

"Damn it, Tommy, I'm twenty years old! I can have sex whenever I feel like it! You have no problem with Finn messing around with girls! You even encourage him to do it!"

"Because he won't be the one walking around Small Heath with a fucking bun in the oven!"

A loud sound of slap filled the room and right after it an awful silence that spoke more than a thousand words. Y/n ran to her room. Tommy stood there, with a hand on his cheek. He was used to women slapping his face, but that was the first time Y/n did it.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

After the argue, Polly decided to have a chat with Y/n. She was way better at this than Arthur and Tommy, she just had a way with words.

Y/n was told to limit the time she spends with Bonnie, for his good. The fight was going to happen in a few weeks, so he had to focus on preparing for it. After it, he would be free to spend as much time as he wants with Y/n.

After Michael left the hospital, Polly decided it'll be best if he stays with the Gypsies. And who could help with it if not Aberama and Bonnie?

"No fucking way." Michael himself didn't seem to consider his mother's idea a good idea. He has never lived that way. Until a few years ago he probably had no idea there's any Gypsy blood in him.

"Have you ever eaten hedgehog?" Aberama joked, causing others to laugh.

"I'm getting back into the car."

"Aren't you curious about the way our ancestors lived?" Y/n asked. "Just imagine that. No work, no worries, slow life with plants and birds. And Changrettas won't be able to find you."

"Then go and live this life, Y/n. We can switch roles, I won't mind."

"I wasn't the one who got shot," Y/n chuckled, shaking a bottle of Michael's medicine right before handing it over to Bonnie.

"And the healers," Aberama added, "they'll heal you quicker than any medicine."

"Fucking witches." Michael cursed under his breath.

This caused Bonnie to switch from the typical nice boy he was around his people to more of a harsh person.

"Show some respect, Mr Gray," he said, "they've agreed to welcome you on account of your blood."

Michael raised a brow at the comment. He was ready to reply to it, but Y/n was quicker.

"Don't be so negative, Michael. You're gonna be a fucking royalty there. Our grandma was a Gypsy princess."

Michael looked at Polly. "Is that true?" By the expression of his face, Y/n could tell he thinks she's joking or lying.

Polly nodded. "Birdy Boswell."

As Polly was giving some last advice to Michael, Y/n spoke in private to Bonnie. As much private as possible it was in a forest, a few feet away from others.

"Tommy said we can't meet until the fight night," Y/n said, secretly rubbing her hand on Bonnie's hand so that nobody could notice.

"Thankfully it's soon. One more day," Bonnie intertwined his pointing finger with Y/n's.

"Even one day without you is a torture."

A smirk made its way on Bonnie's face. "What were you doing before you met me? Your life must've been so boring."

"I'm trying to be romantic," Y/n chuckled, lightly pushing Bonnie.

"Marry me then, that would be romantic."

If Y/n thought Bonnie was surprising before, this time he reached the apogee of it. The girl looked at him with eyes wider than a full moon.

"You've just said to Michael how interesting the life of your ancestors was," Bonnie continued, "if you marry me, you'll get to live this life every day. It'll be amazing, I promise."

"Bonnie Gold, once again, you're a man full of surprises."

Their conversation was interrupted by Polly's voice. "Y/n, we're going. Come here to say goodbye to your brother."

"I'm coming." She answered and looked back to Bonnie. "I'll think about it, okay? I wasn't prepared for this."

"Yeah, yeah, let's wait and I'll buy you a ring with the money I get for winning the fight."

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Time was passing so slow for Y/n. She was told to not leave home, which made everything even worse. There was nothing to do, so she walked outside to the tiny backyard.

It brought back so many memories. Maybe she had missed Small Heath, maybe she was going to miss it once she leaves for good. Bonnie wouldn't agree to live in a house, probably, that would be a big discomfort for him. They shouldn't get married so soon, Y/n felt a special connection with him, but they were too young for marriage.

Sure, when her mother was her age she already had a child, but maybe this wasn't what Y/n wanted. She wanted to live a happy life and so far she did feel happy, if she didn't think about the whole vendetta going on. Maybe it wasn't just a right idea for Y/n to get married at twenty. It would be a big change. And both families would probably start expecting a pregnancy announcement, while Y/n didn't need children to feel fulfilled. Just her and Bonnie and their horses and that slow, calm life in a forest would be enough.

Y/n was so glad when the evening finally came. She couldn't wait to watch the fight. Bonnie was sure he's gonna win, but many people thought otherwise considering his opponent's size. Y/n didn't want Bonnie to get hurt too badly, Tommy even pointed out she looked more stressed than Bonnie.

Y/n hung her arms around Bonnie's neck the moment she saw him in the room he was getting ready for the fight.

"Win this for me." She whispered.

"And for the twenty percent cut Mr Shelby will give you if you knock Goliath out in the fourth round," Aberama added with a chuckle.

Arthur pat Y/n's back. "Let's go," he said, "you have a special seat next to the rest of Shelby ladies."

It was a seat in the front row, between Polly and Lizzie. Y/n was going to have a good view of Bonnie knocking out Goliath.

The fight turned out to not be so pleasant for Bonnie in the first round, or so everyone was supposed to think. After the second round, his face was covered in blood. People didn't think he would win, so they were placing their money on Goliath. Everything was going according to plan.

Polly and Lizzie went to the bathroom, but didn't come back for quite some time. Ada went after them, but seemed to get lost there. Linda offered to go to check on them, but it was taking her a lot of time so eventually Y/n decided to investigate the situation herself.

The women were, indeed, in the bathroom. They seemed to be having a lot of fun with booze didn't care much about the fight. Linda was even snorting coke by the sink.

"Welcome to an extraordinary meeting of the Shelby ladies, Y/n!" Polly exclaimed. "Lizzie has something to announce."

Y/n looked at Lizzie. The woman didn't look very happy about the announcement she was about to make, but eventually she spoke.

"I'm pregnant. It's Tommy's, but I haven't told him."

"Oh my God, congratulations!" Y/n cheered. She hugged Lizzie, hoping that would give her some assurance. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Polly says it's a girl. Her name will be Ruby."

"Ruby Shelby," Y/n beamed, "perfect, I love it."

Y/n was genuinely happy for Lizzie. She was glad Tommy managed to find someone to be with after Grace's death. He was devastated after it happened, so everyone was worried he would never get over Grace.

Everyone was a bit tipsy and in a good mood, so Y/n felt like it's a right moment to make her own announcement.

"I as well have something to tell you."

Lizzie gasped. "Are you pregnant too?"

Then, Linda spoke before Y/n could deny.

"I told them that Bonnie boy will get you knocked up."

"I'm not pregnant." Y/n stated harshly. "But...he proposed to me."

"He proposed to you?" Ada's face expressed worry.

"That's so great!" Lizzie embraced Y/n.

Polly didn't say anything about Y/n's announcement. She stood in one place, leaning on a wall, her face having one if these expressions no one could read.

She walked to the door. "Let's go back to our seats. The fight will soon be over."

She wasn't wrong. Accordingly to the deal, Bonnie knocked out Goliath in the fourth round. The crowd cheered, even though many people lost their money.

Y/n was ecstatic seeing Bonnie so proud of himself. He walked around the boxing ring, stopping in every corner to express his happiness.

"I announce Bonnie Gold the welterweight champion!" Referee's voice said through the speakers.

Bonnie gestured for Y/n to come to him, and so she did. He leaned down over the ropes to hug her. When he put his arms around Y/n and had her in a tight embrace, he lifted her over the ropes so that she was also standing in the ring with him.

"You're fucking crazy, Bonnie," Y/n took her lover's face in her hands. "I fucking love you."

She didn't care about getting her hands dirty in Bonnie's blood. It wasn't the first time Y/n had her hands dirty in blood and at least this time it was for a good reason.

"I won this for you," Bonnie said, still breathing heavily, "now I can buy a ring and propose to you properly."

"There's no need for that. I would marry you with paper rings, Bonnie."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Yes. And I'm accepting your proposal. I want to marry you."

Suddenly, the scene was interrupted by Tommy. He jumped into the ring with a gun in his hand. Bonnie and Y/n were in too much shock to understand what's happening. They looked at Tommy with fear and confusion when he fired the gun.

"Close the doors, no one fucking leaves!" He shouted, firing the fun two more times. "My brother is dead! Arthur Shelby is dead!"

Everything was over, all happiness Y/n felt was gone. Arthur was dead? Who killed him? It couldn't be true. Not again. Not another Shelby death.

"Tommy, give me the gun." Y/n demanded, walking up to her cousin. She had tears in her eyes, but had to stay strong this time, she promised that to herself.

"Y/n," the man grappled with the girl.

"Calm down, Tom."

Y/n firmly held Tommy after grabbing his gun. She didn't trust him with a gun in such moment. She felt her naked shoulder getting wet, whether from sweat or tears, or both, but it didn't matter in that moment.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Another Shelby died. Another funeral was held. Oh what a surprise it was to everyone except for Tommy when Arthur Shelby turned out to be alive. Thomas used his death in the order to kill Luca Changretta and win the war.

On the same day Luca died, Thomas held a party in his mansion in the evening. It was a small party, just for the family and friends. Thomas and Arthur raised toasts and Arthur insisted Tommy should take some time off.

Y/n looked at Bonnie, who was standing next to her. She didn't need to say anything, he knew what's on her mind and nodded. This was the right time to announce their engagament to everyone. So far only four people knew about it - Polly, Ada, Lizzie and Linda - and they kept it a secret as Y/n asked them to.

"Now that all toasts are done, we would like to say something," Y/n spoke solemnly, taking a step forward.

Bonnie, who walked forward as well, finished the announcement. "We are getting married."

The room sounded with people clapping their hands. Until Polly cleared her throat.

"I think you forgot about something, Bonnie boy." Thomas reminded.

"Oh, uh, right," there he was, blushing again, "we would like to get married if you agree, Mrs Gray."

Polly gave Bonnie an amused smile. After all, was better than a random men Y/n could've met in The Garrison or somewhere similar. The woman walked up to the young lovers and stood in front of them, putting her one hand on her daughter's shoulder and the other hand on Bonnie's shoulder.

"You have my blessings," she spoke, "may your love thrive in marriage. In joy, health and success."

"Thank you, Mrs Gray."

"Oh, you can call me Polly."

Everyone clapped their hands again, Polly got back to her place on the sofa with a big smile on her face.

"One more thing before we start celebrating and get drunk," Bonnie said, looking for something in his pockets. He turned to Y/n and got down on one knee, pulled out a small box with a ring. "I promised you a ring. You said you don't need a ring, but I want to keep my promise."

Y/n gave Bonnie her hand, so that he could slide the engagement ring on her finger. It fit just perfectly and looked expensive. A golden ring with a green gem, most likely an emerald.

Now that was the time to celebrate. The Shelby brothers were pouring alcohol into everyone's glasses. Women formed a circle around Y/n, wanting to check out the ring.

"So when is the wedding?" Ada asked.

"We'll see." Y/n answered. "Probably as soon as possible."

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

In this case 'as soon as possible' meant 'in a week'. There weren't many preparations needed, Tommy insisted on Y/n wearing Grace's wedding dress, Finn bought wedding rings and Jeremiah agreed to do the formal part, although the wedding didn't take place in a church.

Neither Y/n nor Bonnie wanted to get married in a church, so they did it on a meadow, in the middle of a forest, surrounded by nature and Romani caravans.

"You may now kiss the bride."

These words were enough. The freshly married couple kissed in front of other people for the first time, this time without even Arthur firing a gun to stop them. Arthur and Thomas were happy with their cousin's choice.

After the formal part, the party started and it was so loud, people danced as some girl from Bonnie's side of family played on a violin. Everyone had so much fun after sad and scary times. They deserved it.

"Nearby my house there's an empty house, ready to be sold," Tommy said as they sat down to eat, "I already talked to them, I could buy it for you."

"Nearby your house?" Y/n laughed, "Tommy, you have so much land, I don't know what does nearby mean to you."

"Besides," Bonnie interjected, "we'll live with my family. Y/n said she wants to try that life out."

"That's alright," Tommy was visibly tipsy, "but I can buy that house just in case! If Y/n gets bored, you could just bring her there to spend some time with the Shelbys."

"I don't think another house is needed for that," Y/n herself started to feel the alcohol take effects on her, "we can just stay over at yours. Or mum's. Or Arthur's."

Suddenly, they heard the sound of violin once again, the violin girl was playing another song.

"Let's dance!" Y/n dragged her husband to the 'dancefloor'. He didn't protest.

The music was cheerful and rapid, the freshly married couple used a lot of jumping in the dance, spinning one another around from time to time. It was a really refreshing sight to everyone. They could forget about all the worries and problems and just live the moment, enjoy it.

Aberama took a look at his son and smiled widely. The boy couldn't make any better choice, Y/n was perfect for him. They matched so well, Aberama knew there's a bright future in front of them.

Polly's opinion was the same. Maybe it all happened very fast between Y/n and Bonnie, but that was just meant to be. Fate wanted it to go this way. Polly sensed Bonnie is a good man, who will take care of her daughter well.

It was the happiest moment of Y/n's life so far. If everything went so smooth until the wedding, she wondered how amazing it was going to be all the way through the rest of their lives. And who would've thought Y/n would meet her future husband at her cousin's funeral?

[christinasyellowflowers]

Chrissy's 100 Follower Celebration! 🌼

Welcome to my summer party!!

Below there are two lists. Send me a prompt #number & a character, and I'll be writing a short (or long) blurb for you.

⛔IMPORTANT⛔:

Each prompt will be used once. Now when it comes to characters, I won't have a limitation yet, unless I feel there are too many ( Tommy Shelby I'm looking at you!).

Also I will accept requests from the same person three times maximum!!

One prompt x character per request.

Read my requesting rules before requesting.

Summer Prompt List:

Night swimming with Michael Gray

Sand castle

Homemade lemonade

Sunbathing with Alfie Solomons

Lighthouse with Tommy Shelby

Sunburn with John Shelby

Late night talks with Alfie Solomons

Beach camping

Bike rides

Stargazing with Tommy Shelby

Going to the fair with Bonnie Gold

Build a fort with Alfie Solomons

Hiking

Sunrise with Polly Gray (platonic)

Outdoor concert

Ice cream with Tommy Shelby

Picnic

Roadtrip

Hot air balloon

Water balloon fight with Finn Shelby

Bonfire with Luca Changretta

Cabin

Drive-in movie

Sunset

Skinny dipping

Front/Back porch

Bowling

Surfing

Scavenger hunt with Tommy Shelby

Waterfall

Paint rocks

Ferris wheel

Early morning walks with Alfie Solomons

Late night walks with Matteo

Sleeping outdoors

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Acceptable Characters List:

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Polly Gray

Michael Gray

Bonnie Gold

Isaiah Jesus

Alfie Solomons

Ollie Solomons

Luca Changretta

Matteo (Changretta I presume)

Jack Nelson

BBC Sherlock

Jim Moriarty

Greg Lestrade

John Watson

Sherlock Holmes

Mycroft Holmes

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Tagging some lovely friends and mutuals: @kind-wolf @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds @runnning-outof-time @zablife @retromafia @solomons-finest-rum @peakyswritings @cillmequick & @thomasshelbee (I turned you down last time because the blurbs were close, so feel free to request from these if you like!!)

[amazingmaeve]

MESSAGE!!!

okay I’m done with doing the links tonight I’ll finish them tomorrow.

mean while there were some fics that I haven’t found in the ether you could say so if you like this one or rebloged it pls send it to me. So that means you won’t be able to click on any of the fics below under they’re own masterlist.

anger — Harry Potter x reader

realization — Ron Weasley

like I would — Draco Malfoy x reader

are we ready — George Weasley x reader

cookies — George Weasley x reader

never knew — Neville Longbottom x reader

cardigan — sirius black x reader

rosētum — john Shelby x reader

took us long enough — john Shelby x reader

crush — michael gray x reader

after party — michael gray x reader

supporting — bonnie gold x reader

sweet — bonnie gold x reader

drunk — damon salvatore x reader

cuddling — landon kirby x reader

years later — edward cullen x reader

distracting — steve harrington x reader

[sleepypeaky]

weeping willow

michael x bonnie

request: michael gray × bonnie gold with 68 from the big prompt list except let's just pretend in this au that polly and aberama aren't dating so it doesn't make things weird lol

68. “Let’s carve our initials into the tree.”

Warnings: homophobia, some slurs, yearningg

a/n: i love this ship so thank you so much <3im sorry i made it a little darker, i feel like their ship requires a bit of accuracy i dont normally add. also yearning.  im gay and so are they. also pretend that teh golds just moved down there for no reason

Michael opened his eyes.

He was lying on the grass with his head in Bonnie’s lap. Bonnie leaned against a willow trunk, his hands twisting through michael’s hair.

This had become their spot. This particular tree had be mangled as a sapling, probably by a farmer who then changed his mind about removing it. Now, at nearly a century old, it grew at an odd angle, which led its leaves to touch all the way to the ground. It was here, beneath the leaves of the weeping willow which curtained them from the outside world, that they fell in love.

3 months earlier

Michael had been assigned to welcome duty. Typical.

A new ally was moving down to birmingham, what michael had been told was it was a skilled marksman and his boxer son. Michael and the son were roughly the saem age, and therefore michael was stuck with the task of showing him around the city.

As the car pulled up, Tommy and Michael stood shoulder to shoulder on the steps. In the next whirlwind of seconds, tommy introduced them all and ushered Aberama inside, leaving Michael and Bonnie to stroll the streets of small heath. 

After about 20 minutes of empty touring, Bonnie asked,

“do you have any natural places around here?”

“what? the raining coal dust and brick streets aren’t your slice of heaven?” Michael said sarcastically.

Bonnie chuckled. 

Michael led him to the northern outskirts of the city. He explained that when he moved here he had also longed for the nature he was accustomed to. It was a little ways off, but still on the northern hills surrounding the city there were farms and fields and forests. They walked for a while, meandering through the grass. They talked, oddly enough. Something between them allowed this simple communication. 

After a bit, bonnie looked off into the corner of the field they were in. A large weeping willow crowned the corner of the field. Michael wondered how he had never noticed such a magnificent tree before.

“Lets go see it.” Bonnie grinned. 

Then, as if once more boys, they raced to the tree with the giddiness of someone who finally found a treasure. It seemed that with that short sprint, they were now the closest of friends.

Bonnie climbed up a branch at once. As if he had done so with this tree many a time. Michael, ever afraid of heights, watched him from the ground. 

“What d’you say michael?” Bonnie asked as he once more stood on the ground.  “Let’s carve our initials into the tree.” 

Michael tilted his head, inviting an explanation.

“Well, seeing as we are the only people around here who value the outdoors, i say we mark the tree as ours.”

Michael smiled, “I do believe you are right.”

Bonnie took out a pocketknife, unhinging the blade and approaching the tree. Before long, a ‘B.G’ was carved in surprisingly nice fashion into the grey bark. He handed the knife to Michael, resulting in an ‘M.G’.

They stepped back to observe their handywork.

~

Of course Michael had heard it, the mutterings followed by harsh spits at the ground. The bodies so badly mutilated they were no longer recognizable. But everyone always knew who they were– that is to say, why they were in such a state. 

Michael heard it used as insults to other men, he heard it yelled from fathers to sons in furious disappointment. 

Michael heard it from him, and as a permanent tormenter Hughes’ voice echoed in his mind. He felt sick.

fag.

sodomite.

poof.

They all heard it, everyone did. but most could walk by without notice.

Michael tried.

And then Bonnie came, and the fear took a deeper,  tighter hold.

Bonnie already knew who he was. He got away as a ‘rumored homosexual’, living in relative safety knowing that anyone who tried anything would get their skull blown off by his father. he knew he was lucky.

Michael denied it all, then all of a sudden he was tasked with showing him around and he fell hard

As the weeks past, they talked, shared their pasts –to an extent– with each other. Normally michael wouldnt do this but there seemed to be a connection that made communicating easy, made it seem ok.

And michael was consumed. It was everything, his dark curly hair, his manor, the way his cheekbones caught the light, the intensity of his gaze. His heart beat red, but the fear and confusion he felt encased it.

He remembered what he had been taught, what was said, what he had been told by that evil man and the society around him.

And then he slowly he grew more silent, reserved. The friendship that sprung up so quickly seemed plugged, like a stream with dwindling water.

Such was the case today as he quietly followed bonnie to the willow.

As usual, Bonnie was in high spirits. He hoped his cheery attitude would raise michaels, he desperately wanted the old michael back.

“Race you!” He called, beginning to dash across the field. He thought perhaps a sudden spark of competition would snap him out of it.

But Michael kept his pace, waving his hand to suggest he would not be racing today. 

Bonnie sighed in defeat and allowed michael to catch up.

“Michael” He started as they pushed through the leafy curtain, “What’s the matter?”

Michael looked at bonnie as if surprised, 

“What? Nothing’s the matter.”

But this statement fell short as his eyes refused to look up from the shadowed ground. He felt the bubbling wave in his chest rumble. He refused to cry.

Bonnie sighed and crossed his arms, starting in a hushed tone

“Michael i know something has been wrong for a while now, please tell me.”

Perhaps it was the softness of his voice, or the light hand on his arm. But to michael keeping it in seemed no longer to be an option. 

He opened his mouth and found a large lump in his throat, he tried to swallow it but found his throat now dry as a bone.

A tremor stared throughout his body, and the tingly sensation of fear coated his skin. His lips quivered

‘bonnie–” he tried and had to clear his throat. his eyes still unblinkingly linked with the earth.

“i-” the tightness of his chest became unbearable. He couldnt breath, and his mind went elsewhere.

“I love you.” He whispered, the tears he promised to hold in fell freely from his eyes, traversing the faint sunspots on his cheeks. 

Bonnie watched as michael’s shaking form wept in silence. His own cheeks became wet. He crept his hands up to michael’s face and lifted his chin. He pressed his forehead against his and whispered against michael’s soft sad lips,

“I love you too.”

Michael looked up at the love of his life with bright watery eyes, translucent pearls continued to leak out and roll to the ground. He moved his chin just a fraction to connect his lips with bonnie’s. 

perhaps the willow knew, for the wind seemed to subside and pull the curtain of the leaves closed around them. 

~

Now, reclining in the new warmth of spring, that day seemed so long ago. 

Michael once again looked up from his place in Bonnie’s lap, he reached up and caressed his cheek. Bonnie leaned into Michael’s touch.

“I love you so much bonnie.” Michael said, gazing in utter adoration at the face above him.

Bonnie shifted his body so he could lie down beside michael and kissed him.

As they lay intertwined, the warm aromatic breeze fluttered through the willow’s branches. A beam of sunlight entered as if through a door, and shone upon the bark of the tree. In the light were two names carved; now encompassed in a heart.

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[artedimichelangelo]

Morning! I have a FinnxAmericanReader request if you’d be willing to do it! Reader is a university student from US (but not New York) and is dating Finn but hasn’t met his family yet, then for some reason she has to go back to the US for 3 months so after she leaves he’s kinda bummed. His brothers notice and ask why and Bonnie says it’s cuz his American girlfriend left. But his brothers don’t believe she exists so they make fun of him for it, until she comes back early to surprise him❤️❤

The Sun and his Moon - Finn Shelby x American! Fem! Reader

Author's Note: Thanks for the request! I feel like this is the longest I've ever written so far, but I enjoyed every single bit of it.

I decided to add a story that I found a few days ago on the internet, I'll link it, so you can read the original story of the Moon and the Sun.

As always, thank you all for the love and support, I really do appreciate it.

OH, one more thing: the long part in italics is a flashback.

Story of The Sun and The Moon.

Pairings: Finn Shelby x American! Fem! Reader.

Warnings: English is NOT my first language; possible grammatical errors; fluff; cuss words.

Word Count: 3250.

It was a quiet Saturday morning.

The rays of the summer sun caressed the sweet face of a girl, her head resting on the chest of the youngest of the Shelby brothers.

If someone had asked Finn what his favourite moment in the world was, he was sure he would have answered when he opened his eyes on a new day, knowing he was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend in his arms.

The slight tickle of the boy's fingertips along her back was enough to wake her up, but it didn't bother her. It was one of her favourite things.

When she looked up, their eyes locked, and just like the first time they met, Finn felt butterflies in his stomach.

"'Morning." He whispered in the raspy voice of someone who had just woken up.

"Good morning to you." Y/N reached out a hand towards his face to touch his freckled cheek. "Sleep well?"

"Yes, I always sleep well when you're around."

"Oh, you're so cheesy."

"It's true, though. It's like I don't have to worry about anything when I'm in your company."

"And that's one of the things I really appreciate about you." She replied, stretching before trying to get out of Finn's grasp. "Um, I should go get ready, Finn, and unless you want to come with me, you have to let me go."

You have to let me go. That sentence sent shivers down his spine. He hated those words, but he knew this day would come sooner or later.

With a sad and downcast look, he let his girlfriend go to get ready.

"Do you really have to go?"

"Yes, if I want to become a good nurse, I have to study and do well on those tests. It won't take long."

"How long do I have to wait for you to come back?"

To that question, Y/N didn't know what to answer. Or rather, she didn't know how to answer because she didn't want to make him feel bad.

Y/N had come to Birmingham from Washington D.C. to spend some time with relatives who would help her with her studies.

During this time, she met Finn, they fell in love with each other and got into a relationship, and he had already met her relatives and obtained their permission to stay at their house at night.

What stopped them from spending more time together was her return to America to finish her studies. Studies which, according to her, would have taken a long time.

"How long, Y/N?"

"Three months..." She sighed, knowing she certainly couldn't hide the truth.

To the young Shelby boy, three months were equivalent to an eternity.

"Fuck." Finn huffed, putting his hands through his tousled hair, gaze fixed on the ceiling so the girl wouldn't see the pain of his answer and his eyes glazed over with tears.

Y/N crawled back onto the bed, the sleeves of her white shirt fluttering in the light morning breeze as she reached out to wrap her lover in a warm embrace.

"I know, I know," she murmured into the loose red curls not yet fixed by the gel. "But if you think that after these months you'll have me all to yourself, time will pass so quickly that you won't notice, yes?"

"Mm-hmm." He managed to reply, his head resting on the soft chest of the girl who was comforting him.

Finn hoped that this precise moment would never come to an end, but he knew better than that.

At the port, the two lovers hugged once more under the eyes of the others passengers.

The smell of salt in the air did not improve the melancholic atmosphere created before Y/N's departure. It seemed as if he was immortalising them in a sad poem.

"I will come back to you, Finn. No matter what happens in the future, I will always come back to you." She reassured him. "And when I come back, we will do whatever you wish, even looking into each other's eyes for hours without speaking is fine." She laughed against his lips before kissing them.

"I love you."

That was the first time he said those three words, and it definitely wouldn't be the last.

"I love you too… in fact, I love you as much as the Sun loves the Moon."

Finn smiled, understanding the reference to the story Y/N so loved to tell him before bed whenever he asked for it.

"Tell me the story of how the Sun loved the Moon so much that he died every night just to let her breathe." Insisted young Shelby, like a merry schoolboy.

"Once, when Earth was a simple place and mankind was still in close contact with nature and the various deities, the Sun shone brighter than anything else. People were grateful and rejoiced whenever the Sun shone. It brought them joy and was even the source of their warmth."

"However, he felt sad as he was all alone in the vast skies. He looked at the people dancing in its radiance and wondered if he was simply destined for a life of solitude. That was the price to pay for being the brightest, he thought."

Y/N decided to stop after noticing that Finn had closed his eyes, but he motioned for her to continue, so she did.

"Then there was the Moon. When the Sun grew tired and began to fade, the silvery ball rose into the sky, flanked by millions of stars. Her glow was a sad kind of beauty, which went unnoticed as the people slept."

"The stars watched her with woefulness, hoping that one day they could get close enough so she wouldn't feel so empty. But they couldn't. The Moon was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness through the cold nights.

Until one day, when the Sun was sliding out of the heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare side of her being exposed to the light. And while the Sun could shine, he knew the Moon could glow, and a faithful whisper trumped an arrogant shout any day.

So just as the stars were wandering into the night, the Sun fell in love like a snowball hurtling down a mountain. How he wished to see her more than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk."

"But the Moon was untouchable. Incurable. Unfreeable."

" 'Go,' she whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning, 'Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day, and I cast a glow on the night. We will never be together. Our connection would go against what all people believe. But know that I too love you.'" During the summer he would stay a little longer just in case she would change her mind. It was no use.

"'Don't you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness.' Those were the last words the Moon was strong enough to speak to the Sun before she vanished again in the sky."

At the end of the story, Y/N looked down and smiled at who she considered being her Sun.

With the memory of the story of the two lovers in the sky, Finn kissed the young woman again, eyes closed too tightly to see a familiar figure approaching them.

"My friend, what an effort I have made to reach ya." The dark-haired boy had gone all red from running and could do nothing but bend down to catch his breath. "Your brothers have been asking about you for hours before they sent me to Liverpool on business with my father, they threatened me to find you and tell ya to go to The Garrison. They are furious because they are convinced ya’ve got into more trouble."

"Fucking pain in the arse..." Finn cursed under his breath. "Alright, I'll go now. Bonnie, make sure she gets on that ship, yeah?"

"Sure."

"Y/N..."

"Go ahead, duty calls, but expect an avalanche of letters when I get home."

The young Shelby gave her one last peck on the forehead before rushing off, and as he got into the car, he cast an apologetic glance from behind the front door of the vehicle.

"Let's go before it leaves without ya." Bonnie grabbed Y/N's luggage and helped her carry it on board before leaving her too to get back to business.

"Finn, may I ask where the fuck you spend all your time when you're not here? Because if you disappear without a word, one might even think you're dead, huh?" Tommy sounded more than a little annoyed, as he didn't like being oblivious to the whereabouts of his family members.

"Yeah, brother, we don't want you hanging around with your little cap and blades, what if one day you accidentally cut your cock off?"

"Arthur, don't be a jerk… Finn, we're just saying this for you, not because we want to piss you off." Aunt Polly clasped a hand around the shoulder of the youngest of the Shelby brothers, who had been silent the whole time.

"If you've gone to whores say so, we won't get mad, as long as you don't tell me you've fallen in love with one of them because then it would be a load of rubbish." Thomas continued before taking a long drag from his cigarette.

"I was minding my own business, now leave me alone. I have things to do with Isaiah." And with that, Finn grabbed his jacket and motioned for his friend to follow him, leaving everyone speechless.

"That boy had the balls to ignore every question you people had... I'm so proud of him."

"Shut up, John." Tommy and Polly said in unison and then walked out, leaving him alone with his older brother.

"Good morning Finn!" Ada exclaimed, leaping into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, but all she got from the other was a grunted reply.

"Don't mind him, he's been doing this for weeks, he'll be a fucking amoeba before long."

Polly continued to watch her nephew suspiciously. It was strange that he had started to behave like this, as Finn was always the most active and energetic one in the family, no matter what time of day it was.

Just then, Isaiah and Bonnie burst through the kitchen door, followed by the other Shelby siblings.

"Good morning princess, how are we?" Bonnie greeted Finn with a firm pat on the back.

"So boys, can you tell me why he's sulking and barely speaking?" Aunt Polly asked in curiosity.

"Must be because he misses his sweetheart."

At Isaiah's reply, all the movement that was going on in the kitchen ceased and everyone turned to the three boys, gaze mainly focused on young Shelby.

"Do you have a girlfriend? And how come we've never seen her?"

"Must be one of the boy's many fantasies."

"We actually," Finn's friends interjected, but they were not listened to by the older boys, who began peppering him with questions and jokes.

"Didn't I tell you not to fall in love with a common whore?" Tommy recalled, his head shaking in disappointment at how naive his brother was.

However, that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

In a gesture of anger, Finn slammed his hands down on the wooden table, not caring that it would cause an intense redness in his palms.

"She's not a whore! In fact, she's more than a respectable girl! She wants to be a nurse because it is her dream to save lives, especially of those returning from wars and conflicts," The red-haired boy then turned to his older brothers. "And you three, more than anyone else, should understand what that means, especially you, Tommy."

The tension in that small room could have been cut with a butter knife. If it hadn't been for Michael's entrance inside the house, the atmosphere would have heated up even more.

"Letters have arrived..." Young Gray murmured. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No, Michael, and thank you for these." Finn took the letters his girlfriend had sent him out of his hand and walked out of the house with his friends, leaving the rest of the family in sombre silence.

"My guess is, it's a sexual fantasy of his."

"Shut the fuck up, Arthur." They all yelled at the oldest Shelby.

On a late Wednesday afternoon, at the Peaky Blinders' betting shop, amidst the chaos and confusion over the new races, the phone inside Michael Gray's office began to ring incessantly.

"Yes, I'm coming, Jesus!" Complained the young man working in the room, clearing his throat before answering the call. "You've reached Michael Gray from the Peaky Blinders betting shop. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

"Hello Michael, this is Y/N, Finn's girlfriend." Spoke a shy voice on the other end of the call.

The young man swallowed, not expecting a call from her, especially his office phone and not the Shelby home phone.

"How did you get this number?"

"Finn gave it to me in case of an emergency, told me I could trust you."

"Oh, I see... anyway, you can trust me completely."

"Perfect, because I'd really like to surprise your cousin, and I could use your help." There was audible excitement in Y/N's voice at the thought of surprising Finn and finally being able to see him again. "Would you be willing to help me?"

Michael briefly mulled over the girl's words, trying to calculate if it would be possible to carry out a plan behind everyone's back and trying to avoid prying eyes.

"Alright, tell me how we should proceed."

"'kay, Finn, get your ass out of the chair and come with me." Michael interrupted the intimate moment between his cousin and the glass of Irish whiskey in his hands, hoping the alcohol hadn't completely clouded his mind.

"What do you want, eh?"

"I have a surprise for you, she's waiting and you know how women get when they're impatient."

"I told you I don't want to go with any whore. I have a girl I love and I promised I would wait for her return." Despite his words, Finn followed Micheal anyway, swinging between people and then arriving before the door to The Garrison's private room.

"You go in and be polite. If you don't like the girl, call me, yes?"

Finn nodded several times before being pushed by strong hands into the room, which was lit by a single dim candle.

A strange grip on the young boy's heart made him recover from the several glasses of whiskey.

Not only that but there was a comforting and familiar smell of roses and vanilla that gave him butterflies in his stomach, as it did when he was in her presence.

In the shadows of the room, however, Finn still hadn't been able to quite decipher the face of the girl sitting behind the table.

"I don't want to waste your time, I'm not interested." He sighed, letting himself fall back into the leather armchair.

Y/N got up from her seat and joined the boy. A sweet smile on her lips after seeing him up close after so long.

"Not even if it was your Moon, finally back to you?"

With eyes as wide as an owl's in the night, Finn's gaze landed on her face, kissed by the white aura of the candle, and with a jump, he threw himself at her, wrapping her in a warm embrace.

"Fucking hell, is that really you?" Young Shelby had to touch his girlfriend's cheeks and arms to see if she was really there with him. "What are you doing here so early? It hasn't been three months..."

"I managed to finish my studies early and asked Michael to help me arrange a little surprise for you. Did you like it?"

"I fucking loved it! Who wouldn't enjoy getting a nice surprise like you?" Finn laughed, resting his head in the crook of Eva's neck, her delicate skin finally under the touch of his lips. "I've missed you like crazy! I've been a huge burden on my family during this time... but now you're here, and I have you all to myself." He winked at her and lifted her off the ground, spinning in a pirouette between happiness and laughter.

"What's all the racket, Finn? You're making more noise than bells on a Sunday morning!" Shouted Arthur throwing open the doors of the private room, expecting to find his younger brother in the company of an easy woman, behind him, Thomas and John, almost shocked by the scene before their eyes.

The girl in question was anything but easy. She was very respectable and was dressed in one of the most elegant outfits ever made on the chaotic streets of Washington D.C., all to surprise Finn and present herself in the best possible light to his family.

"So it wasn't a fantasy."

"And why didn't you tell us this before?"

"I tried, but when have you ever let me talk?"

"So my grandson was all nervous and grumpy because he couldn't spend time with this beautiful young lady... Where are your manners, Finn, not introducing us to her?" Aunt Polly asked, intrigued by the new figure before her.

"This is Y/N Y/L/N. She has just returned to Birmingham from America after a period of study."

"Yes, yes, I remember, you mentioned that to us." Tommy squared the girl up and down, trying to see if she was intimidated, but everything shone through her sweet gaze except fear towards him. "So you're American?"

"That's right, but some of my family members live here, especially those who work in the medical field and helped me with my studies."

"Hmm... do you have a gun? Do you have contacts with American mobsters?"

Polly gave her nephew a slap on the wrist, making him immediately apologise to the girl, who did nothing but giggle in amusement.

"No, I'm not armed, nor do I belong to any gang. Yes, I'm aware of the activities of the Peaky Blinders, and, again, no, I don't have a problem with that, in fact... I could come in handy as a nurse, couldn't I, Finn?"

The young Shelby nodded, moving his gaze from Thomas to Y/N to see if such an arrangement was possible.

"Sure, why not."

An odd silence descended on the room, everyone exchanging glances and looks to figure out what to do.

"I think the two of us will go for a ride. See you in the morning for the family reunion." Said Finn after not long.

"Alright, feel free to join in, Y/N, it would be a pleasure to have you." Suggested Tommy without looking at the two lovers, too intent on arranging his cigarettes in the nicely decorated metal box.

"I won't miss it." And so she walked out, followed by her boyfriend, a much quieter and lighter atmosphere around them as they left the pub.

"We're like the Sun and Moon in the story you read before bedtime, only, unlike them, we can now see each other all the time and spend time together."

Finn whispered into Y/N's hair before leaving a gentle kiss on her earlobe, an arm around her waist to pull her closer to him during a leisurely stroll through the streets of Small Heath.

[davidsons89]

you’re mine, got that?

pairings: michael gray x female reader

summary: you flirt with bonnie gold, leaving michael angry and jealous. he teaches you a lesson by showing you that you’re his.

warnings: 18+ smut: oral sex (m on f) and unprotected sexual intercourse — light swearing, teasing, choking. this one is filthy lol

a/n: this is set around season 4 🫶🏻 i’m so sad peaky blinders has ended, but my love for michael will never end. hope u enjoy xx

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michael is considered to be birmingham’s luckiest man. his girlfriend is the prettiest girl in the whole city, not just in small heath. you make people’s heads turn in the street, you’re drop dead gorgeous.

people still question how michael got a girl as beautiful as you, especially arthur and john. they sometimes like to tease michael by making sexual comments about you just to rile him up.

with the peaky blinders being involved in dangerous business recently, some new boys have been introduced to the gang. bonnie and aberama gold. they’re a father and son duo that everyone should fear with a gun.

you get along well with bonnie. you’re roughly about the same age and you both love horses. you stumble into the stable to find him grooming his horse. “hey bonnie” you say, making his head turn to look at you.

“oh, hey” he responds, shyly smiling at you before setting eyes back onto his horse. “i like your horse. gypsy cob’s are one of my favourite breeds” you say, inviting yourself over to him to pet the horse.

“yeah, he’s the best” he says, petting him with you.

bonnie is shy, and you like that. he’s quiet for a boy that could kill you without hesitation. but of course, he wouldn’t do that without a reason. his dad taught him how to do everything he knows, including shoot.

“you know they say animals look like their owners?” you say, grinning as you turn to look at bonnie while still petting the horse’s hair. “what?” he shyly asks.

“he has the same hair colour as you” a giggle left your mouth as you reach the same hand up to bonnie’s hair to toy with it. “it’s cute” you say while both laughing.

“y/n there you are” the voice of your boyfriend michael appears from nowhere. you drop your hand and quickly turn your head in his direction, walking over to you.

“hey michael” you innocently smile at your boyfriend as if he didn’t just see what you were doing. “bonnie” michael fakes a smile toward bonnie before grabbing your arm to pull you out of the stable.

“what are you doing?” you ask, trying to pull back from his harsh pulling. “what am i doing?” he emphasises, dropping your arm while you got outside. “what do you mean?” you ask in confusion.

“don’t pretend like you weren’t flirting with him” his head leans towards yours in anger. “aww, are you jealous?” you start to mess with him. “bonnie is innocent, you know that” you say trying to calm michael down.

“no man is innocent enough to not wanna fuck you” he huffs with frustration. “what makes you think he wants to fuck me? i was just looking at his horse” you try to defend yourself before he got angrier.

“yeah, it definitely looked like you were just looking at his horse” michael rolls his eyes with sarcasm. “jesus, am i not allowed to touch other boy—” you begin by rolling your eyes, but got cut off by michael’s hand grabbing your jaw.

“no, you’re not allowed to touch other boys. you’re mine, got that?” his face is inches away from yours as his grip on your jaw tightens. seeing him angry and jealous is incredibly sexy, you can feel your legs weakening right now.

“why don’t you prove it?” you ask with a cheeky smirk on your face. his grip on your jaw loosens a little bit to let you speak. “prove to me that i’m yours, and that i belong to you” your eyes innocently look into his. a smirk grows on his face.

“is it?” he asks, watching your head nod. you both must remember that you’re not just anywhere, you’re at tommy’s house. michael grabs your hand and leads you inside into one of tommy’s many guest rooms upstairs.

he locks the door and throws you down onto the bed, falling with you as you refuse to let go of him. without hesitation, you both start making out with each other while stripping yourselves off.

“right here? what if tommy finds out?” you pull away from the kiss to ask. “i don’t give a shit, he’s done worse things than me” he responds, instantly crashing his lips back onto yours to continue.

once all your clothes are off, he trails his kisses down to your neck, letting a small moan escape your lips as he starts to use his teeth to mark his territory on your skin. “michael” you softy moan.

moving on from your neck, he starts to kiss down your collar bones to your chest, reaching his favourite place, your boobs. you continue to let out soft moans as he kisses your boobs, starting to suck on your nipples.

his hand slowly reaches down to your pussy. “you’re so wet already” he lifts his head up to smirk at you. “yeah, why don’t you do something about it?” you ask him. “my pleasure, love” he responds, grabbing onto your waist as he lowers himself down until his head is near your pussy.

he starts by giving it kisses, smirking as he feels you wriggling with torture underneath him. you want nothing more than him to eat you out right now. “michael please” you whimper, trying to lift your waist up to get more of his mouth on your pussy.

“how bad do you want it?” he asks, continuing to tease you by planting light kisses every now and then. “really bad” you whine at him, feeling his hands on your waist pin you down.

“beg for it then” he looks up at you, seeing how much of a horny mess you are. “please” you look down at him, watching as his hands trail down to your thighs to spread your legs even further.

“baby, please” you whine again, reaching your hands down to push his head, but he grabs them and pins them down before you can attempt. “stop being a needy brat, then i’ll give you what you want” he teases you more.

you listen to him and stop whining for a minute, he finally gives in. you instantly throw your head back and let out a moan of relief as you feel him starting to eat you out. “you taste so good, love” he moves his head up to say before going back in to continue.

“jesus, michael” you moan, grabbing a fistful of the bedding. if there’s one thing you love about your man, it’s that he enjoys eating you out. there’s nothing better than a man who eats pussy for fun, rather than treat it like a task.

“right there” you whimper, reaching your hand down to entangle your fingers in his hair as you moan his name. “don’t stop” your eyes shut tight as you feel a knot in your stomach.

“no, not yet” he pulls his head away to wipe his mouth. he can tell when you’re about to cum, and he’s not going to let you.

“no michael, don’t stop” your lips form an upset expression on your face, practically begging him with your eyes to carry on eating you out. “i said no” he says.

“if you’re going to cum, you’ll do it on my dick” he says with a smirk on his face, lifting his head back up to yours so that your bodies are perfectly aligned. you both start to heavily make out again, your hands roaming around each other’s naked bodies.

“i need you” you break the kiss to tell him. you swear you’ve never felt hornier in your whole existence. michael just does something to you no other man ever could. “you need me to do what?” he smirks.

“i need you to fuck me” you practically beg with your innocent eyes, not so innocent at this moment in time. “how bad?” he continues to tease you. “really fucking bad, michael” your hand reaches to his face, grabbing his cheeks. his smirk grows bigger.

“anything you want, darling” he says, pushing himself into you without hesitation. there’s no better feeling than that first stretch of him entering you. a desperate moan escapes your mouth, causing your hand to drop from his face and fall to your side.

“fuck” you throw your head back and close your eyes, your hands tightly gripping the bedding underneath you. “no, look at me” michael demands, grabbing your jaw to pull your head back down. your eyes open and stare right at his.

“that’s it, look at me while i fuck you” he says, balancing on his other arm as he thrusts into you, going deeper and rougher each time he re-enters you.

“take it like a good girl” he tells you, watching your face change each time he thrusts. “are you gonna take me? all of me?” michael asks, he loves making you talk when you’re filled with his dick in your pussy.

“yes…” you manage to say in between pants, you’re already out of breath. you love how rough he gets. you want him to wreck you so no other man will ever be able to have you, you’re all his.

“good” he responds. he stops talking for a moment to really concentrate on pleasing you and himself. he moves one of his hands up onto the headboard to hold onto it as he deeply pounds into you, making you moan and scream his name.

“michael… i’m close” you lift your head up to say, making michael grab your throat to pin it back down. “hold it love” he says, wanting both of you to finish at the same time.

“i cant… mich—”

“yes you can, just for a minute” he tells you.

he pushes you to your climate, where you cant hold it any longer. your legs are shaking like crazy, and your throat is aching from screaming your boyfriends name.

you feel michael’s dick tense and twitch inside of you, meaning he’s close. “i need to cum” you whimper as you hold onto him, panting out of breath. “do it, cum for me” he says, going faster than he already was so he can release too.

you both moan as you cum at the same time. michael’s sweaty body collapses on top of yours as you both pant and try to catch your breath. you feel his juices leaking out of you, which is the hottest thing you could ever imagine.

“that was amazing…” you breathily say as michael holds himself up on top of you. “i love you” he says, reaching his head down to yours to kiss your lips.

“i love you more” you smile.

the both of you hurry to get dressed again before sneaking out of the guest room while holding hands.

you both pass by one of tommy’s maids. “you might want to change the sheets in the guest room” michael turns to say, making your eyes widen. “michael” you laugh, lightly smacking his chest. he snickers and walks away, pulling you along with him.

“now, go see bonnie’s horse” he taps your bum. “but if i see you touch him again, i’ll drag you for round two” he points in your face to warn you, making you smirk. “whatever you say, mr gray” you playfully roll your eyes, making your way back to the stables.

[pacifymebby]

Christmas Morning

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For the Christmas asks what do you think each of the Peaky Blinders men would get for their partners? How would Christmas morning look for them when they’re opening their gifts?

Tommy

🌿 I think for Tommy he's torn between feeling like Christmas should be a totally sacred day for family and family only...

🌿 the football match in the trenches on Christmas is probably something he holds dear and so he believes that Christmas is a day of peace and goodwill to all men... After many Christmases alone, Christmases of loss and sorrow

🌿 But he's also all too aware that not everyone else honours the day in the same way as he does, especially his enemies... so Christmas is a half and half kind of day to him, he wants to spend it with his family relaxing and being in the arms of everyone he loves, but he also knows he can't afford to put his schemes on hold, can't afford to drop his guard...

🌿 so he still sleeps with a gun beneath the bed on Christmas Eve and he still lies awake listening for the sounds of intruders, paranoid as he is... You tease him, "who's that for? Father Christmas?" And he lets you get away with your teasing because it's Christmas...

🌿 Tommy doesn't sleep well, but he knows half of the fun of Christmas morning for the kids, is that it's the only day of the year they're allowed to wake mummy and daddy up as early as they like...

🌿 so even though Tommy would usually be up at the crack of dawn, on Christmas morning he forces himself to go back to sleep, or at least to pretend to be sleeping until the little ones come bursting in jumping on the bed to wake him up..

🌿 he's usually so relieved to hear their little footsteps down the hall, and most of the time he wakes you when he hears them so that their jumping on you doesn't come as a sudden scare... Sometimes though he can think of nothing better than to let them make you jump... Because when they do and you squeal and get that little fright, it's the perfect excuse for him to wrap his arms around you and play your protector as he gathers the little ones up for cuddles too.

🌿 He probably pretends to have some order on Christmas morning, pretends he's going to make the kids wait until after breakfast to open their presents, but really he likes to see them be wild and excited...

🌿 he didn't get so many of these childish gleeful Christmases as a boy and he wants to give you and his children the loveliest Christmas mornings...

🌿 Tommy gives the servants the morning off on Christmas, he makes breakfast and tries his hand at remembering where he came from... Plus he enjoys the two of you getting to spend time together in a domestic way like that, with the kids sitting waiting impatiently for their breakfast.

🌿 he definitely thinks he's being low-key with his gifts, "oh that's just a little something from me angel..." as you unwrap a little box which rattled when you shook it.. and of course it's something beautiful and divine, something you can't believe was crafted on earth and not in heaven...

🌿 Tommy kissing the back of your neck as he scoops your hair up and helps you put the necklace on you...

🌿 he spoils you with so many pretty things, dresses, a silk kimono style dressing gown, glamorous and pretty things, pearls, jewellery but also does like to get you more low-key things, the thing he'd be most looking forward to giving you is an old first edition of your favourite book, your favourite poets latest work, a record, music he's seen you swaying with yourself to as you hum the melody.

🌿 and when you tell him he shouldn't have he just smiles, cups your cheek and leans in, whispers the words over your lips "prettiest girl in the world deserves the prettiest gifts doesn't she?" And with his nose nudging yours you're not about to argue with him. Him lacing his fingers with yours as the children interrupt jumping up onto daddy's knee to show him what father Christmas bought them...

🌿 After Christmas Lunch Tommy suggests a little stroll through the snowy gardens down to the stables where another gift is waiting for you... A beautiful horse which you adore... Her sleek black mane, her calm eyes... Tommy promises that this year he'll take more time away from work and teach you to ride.

🌿 I reckon Tommy's more devoted to the "father Christmas" thing than you'd expect him to be, I feel like he'd think it was really important, that's kids need that kind of magic in their little worlds...

Arthur

🍂 Arthur definitely gets quite flustered around Christmas, he worries that he can't think of the perfect gift, he begs and begs you to just tell him what you want, "really darlin please, don't care it it's expensive or if I have to go fuckin Timbuktu for it it'll be easier than this bloody guessing game!" "Arthur if I knew what I wanted I'd tell you but I don't..." "Please love!* You'd be giggling at his despair as he starts reeling off guesses and you keep telling him they all sound lovely, that he should just get you whatever he thinks of...

🍂 "but y/n what if I get it wrong!" "Arthur Shelby for the last fuckin time you won't get it wrong! You've never been wrong before..."

🍂 and the reason he's never been wrong before is that he really does just buy you everything he can think of that he thinks you might like, and sometimes things he's heard your friends ask their husbands for... he buys so much in the hopes that you'll like at least something...

🍂 But really all you want for Christmas is to be with him, that anything he gets you is perfect to you because it will be a sign from him that he cares about you and that he put thought into your gift.

🍂 he's always a little worried he's going to ruin Christmas in some way, he worries that he'll get too drunk or that he'll end up fighting with one of the reletives it guests... and when he's anxious and stressed out he'll have a drink... so he gets pretty merry on Christmas...

🍂 but most of those things he worries about are irrational worries... Arthur cares so much about the whole family getting together for Christmas because he sees himself as the head of the family, and he because he cares he tries really hard...

🍂 he's everyone's favourite flustered uncle and poor Arthur is unfortunately the kids favourite uncle to fuss around... they find it so funny seeing him a little red in the face going slightly crazy trying to make sure everything's going well... always asking you if you think the days going well, if the kids are happy... "look at em Arth, they're having the best time you dafty..."

🍂 He's so nervous watching you open your presents and you're kind of conscious of that so you're always making sure you're extra grateful and that you smile and say thank you for every single gift, and that you tell him he definitely isn't to buy you so much next year...

🍂 because apart from anything else you'd be self conscious about giving your gifts for him, because there's no way you've bought him as much as he's given you...

🍂 and so many of his gifts are so thoughtful too, there'll be a bottle of wine you'd tried to describe to him when you'd come back from a little weekend away with Ada, you'd been telling him how divine it was and how you'd love to drink it again (you were drunk when you were telling him about this) but you couldn't remember it... Arthur had gone to an unhinged extreme and visited the hotel to find out and then buy you a crate of the stuff...

🍂 You'll be really surprised by the levels of thought Arthur's put into your gift and when you stop beneath the mistletoe to thank him for all your gifts he'd cup your face in his hands and tell you that he wanted to make your Christmas perfect... "Was always gonna be if I got to spend it with you Arth..."

🍂 and then he'd get emotional, Arthur definitely gets a bit misty eyed after all the fuss of Christmas, because it's so important to him to see the whole family together, as a family... It wasn't like that when he was a kid and he's always wanted to give the family the kinds of warm happy Christmases they all wished for as youngens.

🍂 he definitely dresses up as Father Christmas for the little ones and brings in their sack of toys... Lets them clamber all over him and doesn't complain once even when in their excitement they're a little rough...

🍂 exhausts himself and falls asleep on the sofa after lunch, cuddled up with you of course...

Alfie

🐻 grumpy when you wake him up early... "You youngens spare no thought for us old men do ya? Wakin us up at the first sign of light over that godforsaken horizon just because its bloody Christmas Day..." you pouting, telling him you're sorry, trying to be convincing but he sees your smile and mirrors it

🐻 "No you're not..." he chuckled pinching your cheek, pulling you up into his lap and trapping you there, demanding compensation for the inconvenience of being woken up at such an ungodly hour in the form of s good morning kiss...

🐻 "This ain't what jesus woulda wanted darlin... Reckon Jesus yeah much like myself right, was probably quite fond of a little shut eye, yeah I reckon he was you know..."

🐻 but of course its mostly just an exaggerated act he's pulling, and mostly he's only grumbling so much because he loves the sound of your giggling, loves the way your laughter leaves you wriggling in his lap trying to escape him when he starts grumbling again...

🐻 he will force you to lie back down, your head on his chest whilst he gets a little extra sleep. He kisses your forehead and tells you to go back to sleep too... "Got a big day ahead of us my little ziskeit, an I wouldn't want my pretty poppet wearing herself out before she's even had her breakfast right... So me and you yeah, we're gonna lie here just a little bit longer right... And I know you can manage waiting right because I happen to know you're a very good, very patient girl... Ain't you ziskeit?"

🐻 Alfie drags Christmas morning cuddles out for as long as possible and insists that all presents are opening in bed... If you've got little ones they drag their stockings into the bedroom and climb up into bed with mum and dad to open their presents too.

🐻 Alfie would have quite a low-key chilled out Christmas I think, you'd have lots of cute little personal family traditions (like the aforementioned opening presents in bed). He'd want there to be as little fuss as possible and a quiet but cosy Christmas by the fire would suit him best ...

🐻 that being said he always tries so hard to be charming and polite when your parents come over for christmas lunch...

🐻 he can't get down on the floor to play with the children so instead he sits in his arm chair and invites them up to play in his lap, letting them make their toy horses and soldiers climb up his left arm, conquer his right shoulder in battle and then claim victory over all on top of his head.

🐻 has a deadly sweet tooth and eats more dessert than Christmas dinner...

🐻 you mix Christian and Jewish traditions on Christmas day and Alfie spends a lot of time in the kitchen with you on Christmas Eve preparing babka and other treats from his own cultural background to share with the family...

🐻 modern Alfie would absolutely threaten deal or death on anyone who even considered reading a christmas cracker joke to him...

🐻 he spent the run up to Christmas being a big mard arse, threatening you with the naughty list every time you said no to him or didn't do as he'd asked. Whenever you were cheeky or sarcastic with him he'd told you you he wasn't bothering with gifts this year, telling you not to bother getting him anything...

🐻 But of course Alfie would never neglect his little ziskeit and come Christmas morning you're unwrapping the loveliest gifts from him... mostly music... the best gift Alfie has bought for you however can't be unwrapped and certainly can't be given to you in bed... it's waiting downstairs in the lounge... a new piano with the most gorgeous intricate design engraved in the body.

🐻 Alfie is terrible for spoiling the kids far too much too... Every year you end up getting them more and more between the two of you, but that's because for as cynical as Alfie is about the whole Christmas ordeal as he calls it, he does know the joy it brings to children and he does believe wholeheartedly that children should be able to have perfect happy childhoods.

John

🌼 Christmas with John is chaotic from the second the sun rises to long after it has set...

🌼feral children everywhere, and one adult man who isn't much better.... John loves to see the children excited and so he'll do anything to feed the fire, ramping up the excitement at any opportunity...

🌼 definitely a chocolate for breakfast household...

🌼 but before the sun rises, before the kids wake up and start shaking the house down... You're woken up by John, his arms wrapped around you, nuzzling into your hair, kissing your neck from behind you...

🌼 because it might be Christmas but he isn't sacrificing cosy, sleepy morning sex for anything and this his own special way of wishing you a merry Christmas...

🌼 so when the kids come bursting into the bedroom you're already awake, cuddled up with John making the most of the last few moments peace before the big day really starts.

🌼 And once the children are up that it, you're both being dragged down the stair to the living room where the children's stockings are full of treats and toys galore... And John's gifts to you are much the same

🌼 John buys you gifts which bring out your inner child, your favourite sweets, dancing frocks and feather hair bands to match... Chocolates too.

🌼 the best gift of all however arrives in an excited bundle of fluff and fur... A bright eyed puppy John had been keeping hidden in the kitchen, a gift not just for you but all the family... The children are over the moon, all shouting names to call her, and you're overjoyed too.

🌼 There's music on the gramophone and John's been mixing you Christmas cocktails since breakfast time, he dances you around your living room and picks your daughter up to dance with you too. Letting the kids dance with their feet on his feet, playing all sorts of silly Christmas games with them too. John is the life and soul of Christmas and there isn't a second goes by without laughter and general merriment on Christmas when John is around.

🌼 trying to gather the children (including John tbh) up to visit his brother's at Arrow House is a nightmare and you definitely all arrive late to Christmas lunch... Not that anyone was expecting you all to be on time... John and the children put the feral in festive?

🌼 He drives Tommy insane all day and you finally get a little peace and relief sipping gin by the fire with Ada and Polly.

🌼 And John definitely still makes time for you, stealing you away when the children are worn out from playing all day. Everyone's a little sleepy in the afternoon, even the puppy is dozing by the fire. John catches your hand and steals you away to a shadowy corner of the house to steal a Christmas kiss from his very own Christmas miracle.

Bonnie

🍀Going to bed on Christmas Eve, the smell of smoke from the fire, cinnamon and citrus from the little garlands of oranges and holly sprigs that you made and hung up around the vardo... In the morning when you wake there's fresh frost on the window and you can feel the chill in the air...

🍀so you snuggle in closer to Bonnie and he wraps his arms around you a little tighter than before. Youre cuddled up together beneath layers of blankets, listening to the birds outside, the hush of Christmas morning before the children wake up... with your eyes closed you're just enjoying being wrapped up together in the arms of your love...

🍀his scratchy morning voice and lilted accent as he kisses your cheek, nuzzles in closer and says "merry Christmas little dove..." "merry chrismas Bon." You whisper against his neck, your breath tickling him as you press a kiss to his skin.

🍀Christmas day is always busy and a little chaotic at the camp, many families all gather together for a huge celebration, which means brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and old friends all gathered together with a fire and feast... Children running round with their new toys, snowball fights, all the little girls making snow angels and getting little ice crystals in the tangles of their long wild hair.

🍀And one day Bonnie can't wait to watch his own children running around all rosy cheeked on Christmas morning, scoffing chocolates and treats from father Christmas...

🍀but for now it's just you and him wrapped up snug and warm inside, sharing a little peace and tranquility before the chaos of Christmas

🍀Your stockings would be quite small, humble little things, but you'd have filled them with sweet little gifts, many of them handmade, for one another.

🍀You have carved bonnie a gorgeous new knife, it's engraved beautifully with little woodland vines along the handle. He's really pleased with it. And Bonnie has carved you something just as beautiful, a hair slide adorned with dried white flowers... It takes your breath away. Bonnie's gifts would be a mixture of practical and pretty....

🍀And because he has big dreams of wealth and riches Bonnie would have saved all the money from his boxing winnings to buy you something stunning and expensive... Something he definitely shouldn't have bought you! A necklace or a set of earrings made with your birthstone.

🍀 Bonnie would definitely get very broody and sentimental at Christmas, especially after a drink and having spent a lot of the day looking after some of the youngens. You'd be feeling the same too after watching him teach the younger lads to box, watching him dance with your younger sister around the fire and give her piggy backs when she's tired.

🍀And he'll want to dance with you too, there'll he no escaping him and you won't be able to keep the smile off your face when he's swaying you slowly to a softer Christmas song. He'd be singing it softly to you as you danced.

Isaiah

🐀 After a wild Christmas Eve you'd both be very tired and perhaps a little hungover... So you'd wake up tangled between the sheets together, sore heads and sleepy eyes... And that's where you'd stay for as long as possible.

🐀 you wouldn't have any Christmas commitments until it was time for Christmas dinner with Isaiah's father so you would drag the morning out in bed with a cup of tea, both of you feeling lazy...

🐀 When you finally wander downstairs you'd both be wearing Isaiah's pyjamas, him wearing the bottoms and you wearing the top. You'd sit together under a blanket to exchange gifts by the tree...

🐀 Deciding to cure your hangovers with another drink

🐀 luckily for you Isaiah has gifted you a cocktail shaker and set so you can mix up a cure for your Christmas morning hangover.

🐀 he's also bought you some truly gorgeous lingerie, red and lacy and he can't wait to see you in it later...

🐀 It would be quite a relaxed Christmas, you'd probably just about manage to be on time to Christmas Lunch, just about manage to look presentable and hide your hangovers from your parents.

🐀 Cheeky kisses under the mistletoe at every opportunity, you having to remind Isaiah to behave himself in front of your parents... He gets amusingly shy about having to wear a party hat on his head and take his turn in charades... He's actually blushing!!

🐀 You'd end up reengerised by the evening and you'd be back down the garrison come the night to meet with Finn and some of the other Peaky lads, music turned up loud, dancing and getting up to no good. Isaiah knows him and Finn will get a bollocking from Tommy when he comes back to the city but he doesn't care, anything to impress his girl.

Michael

☘️ With Michael Christmas morning is luxurious, it's slow and relaxing but it isn't low-key by any stretch of the imagination...

☘️ Tea and breakfast brought up to your room by the house keeper. The two of you eat breakfast in bed, sharing a peaceful good morning cuddle beneath fresh white sheets...

☘️ You go downstairs wrapped in your silk house coat and you exchange gifts beneath the tree, the fire burning in the place, the peaceful crackling of smouldering wood a tranquil soundtrack to your morning.

☘️ Michael has spoiled you, he's bought you a dress which is truly divine, a beautiful shade of jade green, you know he wants you to wear it today... He wants to show off his riches and also his girl... It's probably an attempt at making Tommy jealous... And you're determined to aid your man in whatever he desires so you make a note to do your make up perfectly, a little extra smoulder to your eyes shadow, a little extra rouge on your lips...

☘️ He's also tries to spoil you with the most modern, trend setting gifts... A state of the art gramophone, a home video camera which you're excited to use later to record the Shelby family Christmas.

☘️ Then you and Michael take a hot, steamy bath together, relaxing in eachothers arms, washing one anothers hair, closing your eyes and enjoying the peace, making the most of it before you have to visit the rest of the family at Arrow House...

☘️ Michaels a little begrudging about having to spend the day in Tommy's shadow so you do your best on Christmas morning to stroke his ego and give him the self esteem boost he needs to face his older cousin...

☘️ He's also paid for a trip to New York, he's been many time on business but he wants to take you with him and spoil you, show you Broadway and the skyscrapers which have stolen his heart.

☘️ Aunt Polly meets you at the door to arrow house and takes you under her wing, introducing you to everyone else and stealing you away with the women to drink whiskeys in the kitchen whilst the men play with the little ones who are running riot in the snow covered garden.

☘️ Michael has to rescue you from them because he catches them giving you the third degree, trying to work out if he's going to propose, trying to work out if you're pregnant.

☘️ if he was planning on proposing I think Michael is most likely to propose at Christmas.

Luca

🪽 Christmas starts at midnight when you're attending mass together, recieving communion, you resting your head on his shoulder as your lips move sleepily to the melody of another hymn.

🪽 Luca is never particularly impressed by mass in England, he always scowls and shakes his head, give you an earful on the way home about how the English are all uncultured heathens...

🪽 you just shake your head and smile, stroke his cheek as he's driving, place a cigarette between his lips and light it for him, you plant a kiss to his cheek to calm him and he settles down, remembering that it's Christmas... a happy day, a day of peace...

🪽 Luca has always found Christmas time to make him a little more romantic than usual and when he pulls up the car in the driveway he lifts you out of the car like a bride and carries you over the threshold as if it were the very first time. Smothers you in kisses as you make your way up to bed.

🪽In the morning when you wake it is to his low husky singing, an old hymn from his homeland which sounds all the more lovely for his lethargic tone. He strokes your hair from your face and brushes a kiss over your lips wishing his darling a merry christmas...

🪽 He lights your cigarette for you and you lie back against your plush set of pillows feeling like a princess, and you look radiant with the Christmas morning light streaming through the windows.

🪽 Luca can't resist you in the mornings and finds it impossible to keep his hands off you, slipping beneath the covers to wish you a merry Christmas in his own special way.

🪽 When the children wake they're full of excitement, bubbling over with Christmas spirit as they drag you and their Papà from your bed to go downstairs and open their gifts...

🪽 Now of course the children have been spoiled rotten as always, new toys and enough sweets to rot their teeth in under ten seconds... But you... You're Luca's Angelo, every gift he's given you is addressed to "cuore mio" (my heart) and every present is more beautiful than the last.

🪽 he spoils you with classy gifts, a string of pearls, a new gramophone and a collection of your most treasured records...

🪽 but his main gift to you plays towards Luca's dramatic tendencies, his need to show off and shower you in all the adoration his wallet can give... In the driveway with a red ribbon tied around the body is a flash sports car just for you.

🪽 "But... I can't... Drive..." "Not yet cuore mio, but don't worry, you'll have the best teacher..."

🪽 tickets to the opera and the most gorgeous black velvet dress for you to wear when he takes you into the city for an evening of luxury and music.

🪽 Luca dotes on you throughout the whole of the festive period, he dotes on you normally but in December and early January he really layers it on thick, all day Luca makes sure your every need is attended to... He is always the one to top up your wine glass, always planting little kisses to your hands and fingers, using any excuse to touch you...

🪽 Helps you get ready in your finery to greet your guests before dinner, Luca combs your hair and helps you into your dress, fastens the clasp of your necklace and can't resist peppering your neck in teasing kisses...

🪽 He doesn't mind playing host to his huge family, it's an excuse to show off after all, but he tires of social interaction quickly and you can see him growing impatient as the day draws on, you stop to massage his shoulders beneath the mistletoe and then you let your kiss linger on his lips, "not long now tesoro," you remind him, "then it'll be just me and you and the children, you'll have us all to yourself..." "Trust me cuore mio that moment can't come soon enough..."

🪽 When you try to pull away and return to the dining room Luca drags you back for one last kiss and really makes the most of the little moment of peace he gets to have with you.

Aberama

🥀 There was a time when Christmas was a particularly lonely time for Aberama, a time when he remembered all that he lost when he lost Bonnie's mother.. he used to find the winter season to be a harsh, cold, long and lonely winter...

🥀 but with you in his life things are finally beginning to thaw out, he has hope again for the first time in a long time. Your sweetness makes him feel warm despite the winter frost on the ground...

🥀 So now Christmas is a time when Aberama finds himself feeling grateful, more than anything else. He finds himself reflecting on his life and how much his family means to him, finds himself reflecting on you and all the joy and peace you've brought to his conflicted world.

🥀 His favourite part of winter is going on long walks through the frosty countryside with you tucked up in one of his big coats, seeing your little head poking out of a scarf he's wrapped tight around your neck to keep the chill at bay, your little rosy cheeks, is one of the prettiest sights he's blessed with amid the grey of December...

🥀 On Christmas morning he wakes up before you to prepare the fire and to start brewing tea and preparing breakfast... You're a little younger than him and he has a tendency to dote on you at the best of times, but on Christmas morning in particular you look so adorable, so at peace tucked away beneath the blankets that he can't bare to disturb you...

🥀 so you awake to a slight breeze tickling your cheeks, the sound of fire crackling, the hiss of the kettle coming to boil... And when you join Aberama by the fire you're still hazy with sleep. He opens his arms to welcome you into his embrace and lets you sit between his legs on the floor as he carries on attending to the fire.

🥀 As the camp slowly comes to life and everything gets busier he keeps you tucked away nice and close to him... With his own children grown up there's a little less chaos around his vardo and so you are both able to watch the festivities from a slight distance... You know it won't be long before you're swept up in it all however, you know it won't belong before one of the little ones comes running to show you their new toys...

🥀 and so you make the most of the peace whilst the children are distracted by their stockings to exchange your own gifts by the fire...

🥀Aberama is a practical and sentimental gift giver, he gives you a huge cosy woolen jumper, one to keep you snug and wrapped up in the cold months ahead, new boots for riding and accompanying him on those long rambles through the woodlands, he's also bought you a new pony, shes gorgeous and your heart swells with pride at the knowledge he'd have needed to pull a mean trick to get you a creature so beautiful, the thought you're worth that much to him almost brings you to tears.

🥀 Definitely takes a lot of pride in preparing the perfect Christmas feast and he keeps himself plenty busy in the morning with some of the other men and women preparing a fine spread for everyone to share... Definitely saves you the best carving of meat and the best looking potatoes.

🥀 Honestly despite the fact his children have grown and that even his youngest is an adult now, I thinn Christmas time makes Aberama a little broody, a little nostalgic for the days when his own little ones were running riot playing with their new toys... You might find he starts talking a little sentimentally when he's had too much wine, that when he's dancing with you by the fire in the evening he pulls you a little closer than usual...

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The Month of Sin

Hey loves,

Something is in the air, can you smell it? October is approaching and what's the best way to celebrate my favorite month with the unleashing of your wildest Peaky Blinders fantasies? This combined with the fact I'd like to train my smut skills resulted in the idea of hosting a kinktober event dedicated to our lovely Peaky Blinders' characters. For the event, I'll be opening my requests.

How to Make a Request:

Send me the name of the character + the prompt in my ask box and I'll write a reader insert for you. I write for all the characters except the creeps like Mosley or Hughes. Also, I know y'all love Tommy and I'll write for him but please, try to give some love to the other characters too. :)

Ideas: Tommy, Arthur, John, Polly, Ada, Michael, Finn, Bonnie, Isaiah, Alfie, Aberama, May, Heaven etc. I also accept OC x Canon so if you wanna send me a request featuring your OC's favorite pairing, feel free.

Rules:

This is mainly smut but if you're really uncomfortable with it and still want me to write something for you, add (vanilla) to your request.

No date limitation. You can ask for any number no matter the date.

There is no limitation on requests one person can ask. Anons are welcome.

One character per prompt. Prompts are listed below.

Prompts list:

1 - Breathe with Tommy 2 - Cut with Alfie 3 - Marked with Finn 4 - After Care with Finn / A Peaky Lady 5 - Rope Bunny with Arthur 6 - Drunk with Tommy 7 - Blindfold with John / Aberama 8 - Creampie with John or Author's choice 9 - Praise with Bonnie 10 - Size with Alfie/ Luca 11 - Power with Michael 12 - Oral with Bonnie 13 - Breeding with Alfie 14 - Blood with Tommy 15 - Tamed with Arthur 16 - Denial with Tommy 17 - Daddy with Michael / Alfie / Aberama / Arthur 18 - Public with John 19 - Threesome with Tommy and Author's choice 20 - Leash & Collar with Arthur and Heaven 21 - Knife with Isaiah 22 - Strip with John 23 - Overstimulation with Tommy 24 - Car with Tommy 25 - Punishment with John 26 - Worship with Changretta and Eva 27 - Begging with Tommy 28 - Corruption with Arthur 29 - Blasphemy with Arthur 30 - Age Gap (surprise dark!fic) with the three brothers

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Lee's on holiday! Check out this summer reading list 😎

Putting those troublesome WIPs next to my undies in the icebox to cool a la Marilyn 🤭 In the meantime, enjoy some of my other work inspired by this time of year. I'll be soaking up sun and listening to the ocean, thinking of new ideas to share with you lovelies soon!

Summer Smut 🔞:

Give Me a Hand Jack Nelson x female reader

Heatwave Jack x wife reader

Salacious Consumption of Ice Cream Tommy x female reader

The Appleby Fair Tommy x female reader

Welcome Home Michael Gray x female reader

Smile While Kissing John x wife reader

Summer Theme (No smut):

Gelato Luca Changretta x pregnant wife reader

A Tomb by the Sounding Sea Alfie Solomons

Holding hands Alfie x female reader

Stay Bonnie Gold x fiance reader

A Night for Celebration Tommy x female reader

Wake Up Kisses Tommy x female reader

Snakes and Suitors John x female reader

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Peaky Blinders Masterlist

 MODERN!READER

ALFIE SOLOMONS

The one with a diary

The one with kinks

The one with pet names

The one with a tall building

The one with 7 cigarettes

The one with magnesium deficiency

The one with a spoon

series

Mixed signals masterlist

TOMMY SHELBY

The one with a coin

The one with a shootout

The one about decomposing

The one with a joke

The one with Linda

ARTHUR SHELBY

The one about anger management

FINN SHELBY

The one with the garrison

MICHAEL GRAY

The one about a fear

BONNIE GOLD

The one with a phone

X PEAKY BLINDERS

reader being a shit

The one with the documents

The one about me time

The one with pranks

The one about intelligence

The one with a pocket knife

dark humor

The one with a body

The one with fake blood

The one with a gun

The one with a mental breakdown

The one with a death wish

The one with a desk

The one with a risk of getting shot

random

The one with a plan

The one with destruction of humankind

The one with modern songs

The one with an experiment

The one with a nightmare

The one about a fight

The one with modern slang

The one with memes

The one with vines

The one with pets

The one about musicals

series

The Halloween series - part 1, 2, 3

headcanons

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Alfie with a plus size reader

Troubles Alfie got into as a kid

Watching horror movies

TOMMY SHELBY

Helping him cope with everything

Wholesome time