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lambtotheslaughterr · 5 months

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500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

✨REQUESTS NOW CLOSED✨

updated: 05-13-24

rules & requirements below:

i know, or at least i think, most people celebrate at 1000 followers but considering i've had this blog for nearly two years 500 followers is a big deal to me. SO to celebrate i am opening my requests. now, before you go shooting me a request please read & acknowledge the following.

RULES:

must be following me. that’s a no brainer.

first come first served basis.

i will make an announcement after i have received 10 requests that requests are closed. please DO NOT make any requests after i have closed them. they will be dismissed/deleted. so just save your request for the next celebration. AGAIN those who request off anon will be priority.

because i don't want those whose requests don't get picked or didn't make it into the 10 qualifying spots to miss out on their request i will be saving requests to roll-over into the next celebration post (which will be at 1000 followers) so don't fret! however, a REMINDER that if you make a request AFTER i closed the requests those ones will be deleted.

you may only request oneshots. i will not be accepting any series or mini series requests. however, your oneshot requests can include requesting a sequel to any standing series or oneshots i have already written. for example, 'may i request a 'where are they now' oneshot for reader & rafe in 'always you''. or 'may i request a sequel oneshot to your ransom drysdale 'leatherbound' oneshot'. but of course, feel free to request something totally new!

no naming the reader. these requests are 'reader x whoever character you request'.

also! this is a dark!fic noncon!fic account. keep in mind that when making your request that you know exactly what you're requesting & from who. no fluff, no cutesy romantic stuff (unless it goes dark), etc.

i will include a list of characters below that i will write for that you can choose from, so please pick from there. if there is someone else you have in mind that isn't on the list DM ME first to ask.

along with a list of characters, i will also list the kinks/themes i WILL NOT write about. so be extra sure to go over those because any requests that include anything from my 'will not write about' list, will be dismissed.

lastly, after i recieve 10 requests, my other series i'm currenty writing on here (Rise & I Burn) will be on a momentary pause until i complete all requests. so to my dedicated readers for those two series, i do apologize in advance, but please be patient. they will be returned to.

that's all, folks! make sure you make your request via dropping an ask (i will not accept requests via dm (dm is only if you're asking clarifying questions about characters or boundaries)). be sure to REREAD my rules, too. it doesn't hurt to double check.

happy requesting! muah😘

oona<3

CHARACTERS by fandom: those in CAPS are who i really want to write for

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS: Ransom Drysdale | Andy Barber | CURTIS EVERETT | Lloyd Hansen |

OUTER BANKS: Rafe Cameron | Daddy Cameron (a.k.a Ward Cameron) |

DC: Clark Kent | Joker (Heath Ledger's joker) | KGBEAST

PEAKY BLINDERS: Thomas fucking Shelby (or any of the Shelby's) | Michael Gray |

THE BOYS: Billy Butcher | HOMELANDER | Black Noir

CALL OF DUTY: Konig | SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT: Frank Morrison ('The Legion' ) | The Trapper | GhostFace | Michael Myers

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Stefan Salvatore | Kai Parker | Klaus Mikaelson |

DIVERGENT: ERIC | Four |

STAR WARS: Darth Maul | Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker | Kylo Ren/Ben Solo |

HARRY POTTER: Aged Up Draco Malfoy | Aged Up Tom Riddle (don't you dare request that noseless snake version of him) | Young Sirius Black

AMERICAN ASSASSIN: Mitch Rapp | Ghost

THE WALKING DEAD: Negan | Nick Clark

WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT: these either weird me out or bore me & for me to produce my best work for you i ask that you not request any of the below

SPOTS:

1. alt!reader x rafe cameron one shot COMPLETED

2. untouched!reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends) COMPLETED

3. reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends boyfriend/roommate) COMPLETED

4. 'the night shift' reader x stefan salvatore sequel one shot COMPLETED

5. romani!reader x soft!roman godfrey one shot COMPLETED

6. ‘always you’ reader x rafe cameron sequel one shot COMPLETED

7. ex!reader x rafe cameron one shot (on the run w kid) COMPLETED

8. untouched!reader x stalker!rafe cameron one shot COMPLETED

9. amnesiac!reader x rafe cameron one shot COMPLETED

10. pogue!reader x rafe cameron one shot (kidnapped) COMPLETED

#dark!fic #non con fic #500 followers celebration #requests open #get in while you can

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2braincellslz · 2 years

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⚠️Request are not guaranteed⚠️

Request junk:

So heres what is will and wont write:

Will:

Fluff

Angst

Oneshots

Long storys

Aus

Headcanons

Y/n

Ships

Will nots:

Smut (for now atlest)

Really just smut

Fandoms:

Ace Attorney:

Pheonix wright

Miles edgeworth

Dick Gumshoe

Maya fey

Franziska Von Karma

Slashers:

Michael Myers

Jason Vorhees*

Brahms heelshire

Billy lenz

Bubba *

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Stranger things:

Steve Harrington

Eddie munson

Hopper (as a father figure)

The kids (no shipping tho)

Billy hargove

Lexi*

Marvel:

Captain America

Bucky barns

Iron man

Peter parker

Dr. Strange

Thor

Widowmaker

Quick sliver (age of Ultron)

Wanda *

Peaky blinders:

Thomas Shelby

Arther Shelby

Finn shelby

Ada shelby

(I can't remember the rest of the names lmao)

The sandman:

The Corinthian (gay only)

Morpheus

Satan

Death

Spiderman:

Spider man

Harry Osbourne

Otto octavius

Norman Osborne

The breakfast club:

John Bender (the criminal)

Claire (the queen)

Andrew (the jock)

Brian (the brian)

Allison (the basket case)

Game of thrones:

Robb stark

Theon Greyjoy

Jon snow

Little finger

The other guys lmao

Witcher:

Jaskier

Geralt

Yennifer

Others and such

Other-

Characters from Nightmare Before Christmas

Characters from Corpse Bride

Jack sparrow

Also i can write fanfic with your oc.

If there is a character you want (from a completely different fandom or one of the ones listed) then dont be afraid to ask!

When you send in a ask, do be sure to specify if you want male, female, or GN. (And for the dsmp characters tell me if you wan c! Or cc!)

*I dont really know all that much about them

#billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove #billy lenz #slasher x reader #slasher x male reader #stranger thing x reader #stranger things x male reader #requests #stranger things ships #marvel #the breakfast club fanfic #the sandman #thw sandman fanfic #the breakfast club #Spiderman #got fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #ace attorney #the witcher

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theshelbyclan · 2 years

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I am not sure if you plan to cover this in your Teddy Shelby series but I'd love to see oneshots of Teddy in events that happen in later series, examples include Teddy goes to London, Teddy and Polly's new house, Teddy meets Michael, Teddy moves to Arrow House or Teddy at the wedding (Tommy's wedding). You might be going to cover or have a plan for these events already so you don't have to write them. Also you don't have to write them all, just pick whichever one you like best. 😊

Yes! As soon as I finish the series, I probably won't continue following every episode after season 1, but I do wanna write some more one-shots including Teddy :) I'm so glad you like her this much btw, makes me so proud!

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mightyavngrs · 4 years

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dance with me | michael gray x reader

summary: in which tommy and grace's wedding changes everything

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You sat at your dressing table, eyes focused on your mirror as you did your makeup for Tommy and Grace's wedding. Ah, the wedding. You'd been looking for an excuse to party and relax alongside your friends for long now and events like these just made you so content, like everything in the world was right for just one day. But you weren't the only one gleaming with excitement. On the corner of your room, on your reading armchair, sat Michael Gray, your best friend, a grin adorning his face as he listened to your sweet voice humming a melody. He had gotten dressed up long ago, refusing to miss the moments of excitement leading up to a big event that always got you so happy. God, he'd do anything to keep you this happy forever, to make sure that beautiful smile would never leave your face.

A cough snapped him out of his thoughts as you turned around to lock your eyes on his.

"Alright, makeup's all done! Can you get Polly for me please? I'm gonna need help zipping this up." you said, a sparkle of excitement in your eyes as you held up the beautiful red dress Michael had offered you on your birthday.

"Polly? Why can't i help you?" the boy asked with a pout earning a giggle from you.

"I want to surprise you!" you explained with a smile as he got up from the armchair, walking towards you.

"Alright then." he replied with a smirk and he didn't know where the rush of confidence had come from when he placed a kiss to your cheek before finally living the room.

Your cheeks turned to a soft shade of pink when you shouted "And no peaking, peaky boy!" getting a laugh from the hallway as a response.

After only a few minutes you were finally all ready. In one last movement you smoothed down your dress before opening the bedroom door, your eyes immediately meeting Michael's.

"So?" you asked quietly, the smallest hint of uncertainty in your voice throwing Michael off. He took a few steps forward, taking both your hands in his. "You look beautiful y/n."

Grace looked mesmerizing in her purple dress and although you'd loved the ceremony, both you and Michael were excited to finally be at Tommy's house, where you were actually able to enjoy yourselves.

You tried not to let the butterflies in your belly get to you as your best friend offered you his arm (even though he'd done it a thousand times already just that night), effortlessly guiding you through the crowd and to your place on the table.

The meal went on better than you'd expected it to, with only a few hiccups along the way and soon enough everyone was up and chattering filled the house as everyone waited for the first dance.

Michael stood in a corner, his eyes trained on you as you moved across the hall, your happy personality brightening up the room while you made small conversation with anyone you crossed paths with. He wondered how he'd gotten so lucky as to have such a wonderful person in his life, it was almost as though the universe had put an angel on earth just for him.

On the other side of the room you had finally gotten the time to catch up with Esme when a voice interrupted. "Ladies and gentlemen, the bride and the groom will now dance alone." The loud chattering was replaced by a soft music and Tommy and Grace met in the center of the hall.

You watched with admiration as the couple swayed through the dance floor, but not being able to contain the heartache you felt. With a sad smile you let your eyes roam to where Michael was standing, the boy you loved had no idea of the way you felt and you didn't even have the courage to tell him.

Moments later the room was finally filled with couples. Everyone seemed so happy and in love and for a second you allowed yourself to hope one day you'd be sharing the same lovesick looks with your bestfriend. A tap on your shoulder snapped you from your daydream as you were met by none other than Michael Gray.

"Dance with me." he said, more of a plead than a request and without thinking your fingers immediately intertwined in his awaiting ones before he guided you to the dance floor.

He'd be lying if he said he'd never danced with you before but this felt different. Here with you in his arms, he couldn't help but think about the possibility of something more. He wondered if it would be worth it, possibly ruining your friendship over a love confession, but what if you felt the same way? Wouldn't everything be better then? Wouldn't life be easier? Happier?

The music changed to an even slower pace and you let your hand slip out of Michael's, wrapping your arms around his neck. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to him if that was physically possible. Your foreheads were rested against each other, eyes closed and your breathing was in sync and he didn't know where he got the courage, because he was terrified of ruining everything but he couldn't take all the "what if's" any longer.

"Y/n?" he muttered softly earning a low "Mhm?" from you.

"I love you." he finally said and when you pulled away from him, eyes open in disbelief, he was afraid he wouldn't survive being rejected by you. That his heart would break in two never to be fixed again. "I've loved you for years and i was afraid you wouldn't feel the same but-" he managed to continue through shaky breaths but you interrupted him with the most gentle voice.

"I love you too, Michael." you said just above a whisper as a smile made its way to your face and he swore he'd never heard something so beautiful in his life. Without another thought he leaned in and your lips were finally on his and he couldn't believe he could ever live without them. The fear of rejection you'd felt for years melted away as his soft lips moved against your own and when you had to pull away for air you let your head rest on his shoulder. You continued to sway as the song came to a close but you both knew right there and then that you wouldn't be leaving each other's arms anytime soon. Everything in the world was right and maybe now that feeling could last longer than just one day.

a/n: this wasn't my best work at all but i was just so excited to write for this baby i couldn't wait to post 🥺 hope you guys enjoyed, please don't forget to leave feedback if you'd like! thank you for reading <3

taglist: @aliciaxglasgow @pajerita19 @brummyshelby @queenoftheworldisdead @haildiggory @liviakomtrikru20

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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Deal With It

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested by: anon ‘please could i request a Tommy Shelby x reader where she is significantly younger than him and he brings her to a family dinner or brings her into the snug or something to introduce her to them but Micheal’s pissed because it’s the girl he likes’

AN: okay so this is biased bc I dislike Michael sorry to all the Michael simps

Warnings: swearing

“What if they don’t like me?” You asked softly, hesitating as tommy walked with you towards the door of the snug.

“Now, YN, would I have brought you to meet them if I didn’t think they’d like you?” Tommy asked, facing you. You bit your lip and looked down, wringing your hands slightly. “Hey,” he said softly, tipping your chin up so you were looking into his eyes. “I love you, YN, and I want you to meet my family, because, well... with any luck, you’ll be truly part of it soon, alright?”

You nodded, reaching for a quick peck. You had been seeing each other for about five months after Tommy first met you while he was in London. Five months later, you were arranging to move just outside of Birmingham (you didn’t want to go straight to Arrowe House) but before you did, you and Tommy had agreed to have you meet his family. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were younger than Tommy, and you had heard all about the Peaky Blinders, and his formidable Aunt Polly.

Tommy pushed the door to the snug open and guided you inside, shutting the door behind him and clearing his throat. “Everyone,” he said, commanding the attention of the entire room. “This... this is YN, the girl I’ve been seeing,”

The only woman, who must have been Polly stared at you for a moment. “It’s about time, Thomas. Have you been keeping this poor girl under wraps, worrying her head off?” she asked, arching her brows at her nephew. “Sit down, love,” she said kindly, nodding to a free chair. Tommy sat next to you.

“That’s my Aunt Pol,”

“Don’t go getting on her bad side,” a man with a moustache and gruff voice spoke. “She still slaps us and we’re grown men,”

“watch it arthur, don’t be scaring off Tommy’s girl,” another man spoke.

Tommy rolled his eyes. “My brothers, Arthur and John,” he pointed to them in order. “The youngest, Finn,” you nodded, your brain already racing to remember all the names. “You’ve already met my sister, Ada, down in London. And my cousin, Michael,”

You nodded, smiling and murmuring a ‘hello’. You knew Michael from before you met tommy. He had brought you a drink at a club, you’d chatted for a while, but nothing more came of it. You had rejected his advances the next few times you saw him while he was in London, and had completely forgotten about him.

He, apparently, hadn’t forgotten about you. “YN, it’s... it’s good to see you, how’ve you been?” He asked quickly. Tommy frowned, lighting a cigarette.

“You two know eachother?” He asked, staring daggers at Michael.

“We met in a club last July...” you said softly, looking away and placing your hand in Tommy’s, squeezing it slightly.

“You never did take me up on that offer,” Michael blurted and you frowned. “Dinner, in Chelsea,”

Tommy arched his brows, seeing you shift uncomfortably. He couldn’t help but feel angry towards his cousin, putting you on the spot.

“The same way I didn’t take you up on a hotel room in Soho, or a nightclub near Camden Town,” you said, unable to stop your temper rising. “And I hardly think it’s appropriate to even suggest I go for dinner with you when I’m sure you know I’ve been seeing Tommy for nearly six months!”

Tommy took a deep swig from his whiskey, trying to conceal his smirk, Polly glaring at her son.

“Bloody hell, Tom,” John laughed. “Sure you can keep up with her?” Tommy snorted into his drink as you huffed, going to get some gin for you and Polly.

“In all seriousness though, Michael,” tommy said once the door was firmly shut. “You say anything like that to my girl again, you upset her like that again, I’ll cut your eyes out and throw you in the cut. Kin or no,”

The snug was silent for a moment, before Polly spoke up. “You’d better marry that one, Thomas. She’s too good for you to let slip away,”

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spotofimagines · 3 years

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No Longer A Secret ~ Isaiah Jesus

A/N: A year later, here’s part 3. I think I’ll make this the last part because it took a lot out of me tbh. I hope you enjoy it!

Requested by: a bunch of you a while ago (sorry for the wait!) [ tagging: @anyasthoughts ]

Warnings: pregnancy, family fighting

Summary: Isaiah held up his end of the bargain, now you’ve got to do your part and finally tell your family your secret.

Part 1(Keeping A Secret) - Part 2(Unveiling A Secret)

gif by @pvkyblinders

More had changed for you in the past few weeks than you thought possible. Being a Shelby meant you were used to drastic change pretty often, but you, along with Finn, were usually the last of your siblings to know what was going on, being kept in the dark for as long as possible.

Being on the other side of the fence this time and having to tell your family this information was filling you with a lot of dread, especially when it came to Arthur. He was volatile with regular news at times, so how bad was he going to be when he heard that the little sister he protects with his life is not only pregnant and engaged but that you stole money so you could hide it from him?

Walking into the Shelby household had never felt so tense. The hallway so small. The dark walls so imposing. Isaiah's gentle touch on your waist made you jump a little bit as you were so trapped in your fear. "You alright, babe?" He uttered in your ear, truthfully knowing the answer would be no but needing some reassurance before you both faced your family. You didn’t answer him, struggling for once to cover how you felt with a lie, but luckily you didn’t need to; with Isaiah, you never really have.

Slowly moving through the house, you shouted out a hello and heard Tommy's voice reply from the kitchen. You were about to make your way to them when the hand you reached out behind you met thin air. Peering over your shoulder in search of the rock you need in Isaiah, he came just in time out of the living room, Finn two steps behind him and tucking an empty tube of tokyo in his inside pocket. You shared a silent greeting through a smile - weak on your side from nervousness and sheepish on his side from being caught - before grabbing Isaiah's hand and carrying on into the kitchen.

The first sight you were graced with was Tommy's frown as he lit a cigarette, nodding his head to you when you entered the room, his frown dissipating when he leant back against the counter and the smoke left his mouth. A stressful morning with business was the last thing you wanted. Everyone’s emotions would be heightened and their tethers near breaking point. The breath in your lungs almost got caught in your throat just at the thought.

But Arthur's voice filled the room before it could. "Y/N, Isaiah, y'alright?" He asked loudly, walking through the room to give an envelope to Tommy, and the cheerful tones told you maybe the stress was on Tommy's shoulders only. You hummed in response, not quite brave enough to open your mouth yet.

Finn nudging past your shoulder by mistake kept you alert to your surroundings as Isaiah went to give a quick greeting to Michael, who sat reading the newspaper with a cup of tea at the table, before pouring some tea for himself. "Watch out would ya," Arthur spoke, shoving Finn playfully to the side, Finn getting out of the way and sitting at the table with a grumble, wiping his nose a bit, "bloody boy." Arthur muttered to himself, his usual temper present but masterfully pushed down, before locking eyes with you still stood in the doorway.

"Y'alright love?" He asked, stopping in his tracks to make sure things were okay. You darted out of your thoughts to look at your brother properly. "Hm? Yeah. Can you stay here a minute though?" You responded, averting your eyes and turning toward everyone else.

Missing the way Arthur shrugged his hands and ventured back to the table, leaning his hands on the back of the last spare chair, you took a breath and steadied yourself.

A quiet rolled over the small room when you picked a slip of paper out of your purse, unfolded it and put it on the table, right under Arthur’s nose for him to read.

A cheque. The first cheque he’s ever seen signed off with your name. A cheque disclosing the exact amount that disappeared from the vault a month ago.

Arthur frowned up at you confused before moving to pick it up himself. “What’s this then?” He asked, looking around at the others for a bit of a clue but finding no help. Tommy rifled through the envelope he’d been given. Michael cast a glance at the cheque then went back to finishing his article. Finn sat scratching his head, keeping himself out of the conversation like he was used to, not that he’d be that much help to Arthur anyway.

When Arthur met your eyes again, you took a deep breath. “The money, from the vault. I’m giving it back.” Arthur’s eyes shot wide, surprised you had been the culprit of the incident (he’d had his eyes on a young blinder he was certain was responsible for a week now).

“You took it? How come?” He frowned again as he asked the question. This one was a little harder to answer. Not only were Arthur’s eyes on you, but Finn was watching you precariously and Michael had let the newspaper in his hand drop on his lap to focus on you too.

You didn’t dare look at Michael, knowing his gaze would stare straight through you and make you crumble under pressure. This money theft had been weighing heavily in the back of Michael’s mind so he wasn’t going to let the answer go without scathe.

“To go to the doctors. I didn’t have my own money to use.” You quickly added, wanting to justify your actions before they could blame you unfairly.

“The doctors?” Arthur repeated, looking over at Tommy again who was still reading through his letter. “What you going the doctor’s for? You’re alright, ain’t you? Nothing wrong?” He spoke, dismissing the reason and not believing you’d have a serious issue without him knowing first.

And that panicked you. Your heart speeding up already. There was something up, something that couldn’t be dismissed, something very well worth seeing the doctor for.

However, a second long glance at Isaiah calmed you down. He stood behind Arthur, porcelain cup of tea in one hand, the other tucked comfortably in his pant pocket. He wasn’t preparing for a fight at all, so why should you? One small subtle nod from him and you knew you’d be fine to speak, regardless of the outcome. He’d be there, Tommy would be there, you wouldn’t find a better chance to say it than now.

“Because I'm pregnant.” The words came out as feebly as you thought they would as you peered down at you feet. Arthur’s eyebrows raised in shock before clearing his throat with a cough that stopped the room from being silent.

“What?” His voice gravelled out of his chest. You looked up to meet his gaze, unnerving and unwavering, daring you to repeat the words he thought he heard the first time.

The movement of Isaiah putting his cup down on the counter had you squaring your shoulders a little. It was a change Tommy didn’t miss when he glanced up after the quiet lack of response, causing him to put the papers in his coat pocket for later.

You repeated yourself, louder this time, more assured despite the clear indifference Arthur's eyes held.

Smoke trailed out of Michael's mouth as he sat up straight in his chair, the cloud dissolving into nothing whilst he folded his newspaper up. Finn didn’t move, quickly inspecting the reactions of Tommy and Arthur before even thinking of speaking up.

Tommy stood still reclined against the counter, cigarette burning between his fingers as he kept his eyes on Arthur and on the door behind you in equal parts, making sure he was prepared for anything that might happen but refraining from acting on it yet.

Arthur’s hand tightened on the back of the wooden chair and his fixed look didn’t let up. He was angry, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on the reason why. Maybe it was because his sweet little sister wasn’t that anymore. Maybe it was because he’d let Isaiah recklessly get his hands on you. Maybe it was because you were young and silly and not ready for this in the slightest. Maybe it was because you hid it from him, and even went as far as stealing, right from the pocket of your family, to stop him from knowing. All of it was hitting him like a dagger in the chest.

His eyes hadn’t left yours before his gruff voice broke the silence again. “Y/N, you better tell me you’re joking now or I swear...” He spoke quietly and your chest shook as you breathed, your lungs tight from nervousness but your shoulders held strong. You weren’t backing down from him, no matter how much your hands trembled.

You shook your head at your brother. “I'm not playing. I'm having a baby, with Isaiah, and I'm keeping it.” Arthur’s eyebrows moved up and down quickly as he sighed out in order to keep his words down. He turned his head toward Tommy, whose face was stoic, not telling Arthur anything at all as he smoked. Arthur’s teeth clenched when he turned back to you, annoyed at the lack of backup from his brother and unsure where to start with his sister.

“You can’t be having a baby, Y/N,” Arthur's voice the only noise in the crowded room. “And why’s that?” You challenged him, his knuckles almost turning white against the chair. Finn's hands fidgeted with the cap on his lap, not wanting to be in the middle of this but not able to escape.

“Really? Well,” he huffed as he stood straight, fingers finally releasing the wooden seat, “you don’t have your own house, you have no cash, you can’t even look after yourself Y/N you’re too young for this!” He listed off the reasons on his hand, voice getting louder with each word that came out.

You put your hands on your hips, frustration mixing with the need to defend yourself as you matched Arthur’s level with your retort. “This is no different to John when he had Martha on her second kid at this age.”

Arthur waved his hand and shook his head. “That’s very different Y/N-"

“How is this different? Why is this any different at al-"

“It just is!” He shouted, slamming a hand on the table between you. You instantly jumped back at the sudden outburst, the boys both flinching too with Michael taking his elbow off the table and Finn scuffing his chair back a bit.

Isaiah stood firmly in his space now and toyed with the cuffs of his jacket to refrain himself from action. Another movement Tommy observed and he internally rolled his eyes at it. Isaiah knew well that this was your time and your situation to control, and that you needed to deal with your brothers in your own way for your own sake. A fight would help nothing right now.

“And before you’re married? Y/N, you aren’t even married for Christ’s sake!”

“You think I'm not married, do you?” You snapped, stopping Arthur from his inching closer and closer over the table top. Tommy’s head shot up in your direction and you could have sworn you found confusion on Arthur’s face before a second later, his and everyone else's attention was drawn away.

Polly opened the double doors from the shop to step through into the kitchen, shutting them behind her. "What in god’s name is going on in here? You're shouting the fucking street down." She chastises through her teeth with a scornful look sent Arthur's way. Neither you nor Arthur dropped your angry stares until Polly's demand of an answer had Arthur stepping away.

"Well," Arthur says, tension in every sound as he walked around the table to Polly's side, "it seems our darling angel girl has gone and got herself up the duff, hasn't she?" He said with bitterness in his words but a thankfully lowered voice as he shot his hand toward you. Polly met your gaze, concerned about the tears that lined your eyes but saying nothing about it yet.

"And that's just so terrible for you, is it?" You spite back, not giving Polly a chance to intervene. You guessed she'd be just as mad as Arthur for you being so silly and reckless, and you needed to fight for this on your own. To Arthur’s point, you had to look after yourself. If not now, when?

However, it isn't the news that's got her concerned, it's the venom in Arthur's words.

"You're not even married Y/N!” He continued his former point, “What are people gonna thin-"

"Well I am getting bloody married aren't I!" You interrupted, throwing your hands up in the anger that's finally caught up with you. Tommy raises his eyebrows questioningly as he keeps watching your movements, a quiet washing over the room again as the boys sat at the table wait for what's coming next.

"I'm engaged," You hold your hand up, your ring glinting in the light, "because Isaiah proposed to me, because he loves me," you drop your hand back to your side in defeat, "more than I can say for some..."

Tommy and Isaiah share a small glance before Isaiah turned to watch you again, leaving that conversation for later, or hopefully never.

After a moment of silent eye contact between you and Arthur, as his chest moved up and down with heavy breaths, he sighed and let his hands drop too.

“You think I don’t love you?” He uttered, “hm?” When he received only silence from you, faced with watching you stare at your feet to avoid him, he almost felt sick.

Everything he does is to protect you, to protect all the people he loves. Even now, as he’s in a blazing shouting match with you, it’s not because he’s angry - no, not truly - but because he’s scared you won’t be okay. Scared that you’re becoming something different to the little girl he practically helped raise. Scared you’ll be going into a world where he can’t protect you anymore.

He can deal with fighting and shouting, but he could never live with himself if you thought he felt anything but love for you.

His breath got caught in his throat and he could sense Polly's eyes burning a hole through his skull. Swallowing his pride, he tentatively asked, “Are you happy?”

“More than ever.” You immediately replied to his sincere-as-possible question.

He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, subtly meeting Tommy's eye across the room - who doesn't move an inch - then walked around the table with his arms out wide, inviting you to him.

He hugged you tightly and you felt his shaky hands settle on your back. “Then how mad can I be?” He muttered and a small smile etched onto your face, eyes squeezing closed which made the tears you’d been holding finally roll down your cheeks. All the strength you feigned left you as you hugged him back, thankful for your brother’s arms to be holding you up like normal.

With Arthur’s acceptance and lack of Tommy’s protest, Finn stood to his feet and as Arthur held your face, wiping your tears with a loving but faintly nervous smile, Finn made his way to you to give his own congratulatory hug.

Arthur took a second, watching his younger siblings before scanning the room to get his bearings again. And he went straight to Isaiah, gripping him under his arm and pulling him close, sternly muttering the typical older brother threats in his ear for only him to hear. You missed the words said but by the slightly distant look behind Isaiah’s eyes you quickly got the gist.

Pulling away from your hug with Finn, you met Tommy’s eyes across the room as he still leant unmoved against the counter, extinguishing his cigarette in the ash tray beside him. He sent you a wink and a nod, the corners of his mouth poking up for only you to catch sight of.

“Don’t worry Arthur, of course I will.” The words from your fiancé caused you to turn just in time to see your brother patting Isaiah’s neck before walking away, mumbling about a much-needed drink as he dragged his feet through the shop doors and the usual bustling noise of the building returned.

When Isaiah’s gaze met yours, the sliver of fear in his eyes was completely overshadowed by the confident love he held for you. You sent him a silent apology with your eyes which he dismissed with a shake of his head. He took a few steps toward you and gave you a quick kiss before squeezing you into his familiar tight hug, whispering not to stress about it into your neck. It was enough to stop you falling to pieces right in the middle of the family kitchen.

Isaiah rubbed his hand over your back and pulled his head back up, an inch from giving you a quick peck on the lips when his shoulders shot up with a hiss. He quickly turned his head with an angry scowl that instantly vanished at the sight of Polly. She tilted her head to the side, getting Isaiah to take his hands off you without a word. Isaiah left the two of you to yourselves to avoid the wrath of your aunt and went to join Michael across the room, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked.

Polly smirked at your shocked face and it grew when your surprise turned into a slight shocked laugh, shaking your head bemused at her actions. She held a cup of tea out for you and you took a step closer to her. Part of you was still wary of what she'll have to say about your pregnancy, but part of you was also comforted by her presence, knowing she'll never let your brothers step too far out of line with you.

"Are you mad?" You asked cautiously, never wanting to assume with her. She was pouring another cup of tea as she answered. "I was a little when I first found out, I thought I'd told you more than enough times to be careful," she shot you a nettled look before turning to face you properly, "then I had about two weeks for the idea to grow on me." Once again she smirked at the shock on your face. Of course Polly knew, you hardly had to tell her anything without her figuring it out for herself first.

"You'll be fine dear, he's not the worst." Polly joked sincerely, clinking your cups and taking a gulp before putting it down on the side again. You’d yet to move, stunned into stillness by her revelation, when her hand lay firmly on your small belly. She stared down in thought for a few seconds, her touch a stark contrast to the sharp slap Isaiah felt a moment earlier.

A feeling of relief you'd only ever felt once before - when John shot a bullet that skimmed your leg at 12 years old – had managed to fill your chest, almost enough to overwhelm you were it not for the grounding touch of your Aunt Polly.

You let her process her mystic prediction as you finally moved, sipping your drink and sending a smirk over to Isaiah to match his own.

Polly looked up at you with a smile spreading over her face and joy filling her eyes. “A beautiful baby girl.”

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riridontneedya · 2 years

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A continuation of helping a gal out !

A special thanks to all the babes that helped me out last time! this time I won't require that much brain power from you lol:) this post is to let you know I've started writing part 2 of "what's mine isn't yours" part 2 is delightfully angsty , if I don't say so myself haha and has quite the few twists and revelations! It explores a darker & possessive Tommy and a sweet talking Micheal ;)

Anywhooo long story short part 2 is coming along well and will be out this week!! so stay tuned ! and most importantly ..what I wanted is for you lot that are interested to let me know if you want to be tagged when it is published! so I can get to creating a wee tag list!

Thanks again guys! love you lots like jelly tots xx

Ps. I need to sort out the mess of a master list I have so in the time being you can click here for part 1! if you have no idea what I'm on about :) xx

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moral-turpitudes · 4 years

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Burnt Toast:

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Angst.

Word Count: 4,226

Characters: Polly Gray + The Shelby Siblings x Shelby!Sister Reader

Requested: Yes

Requested by: @atjafshelby, I hope you like it love!

Summary: After seeing her family turn to a life of crime, one incident causes Y/N to finally leave Small Heath in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the Shelby name. But when the family makes a sudden appearance after years of no contact, she soon realizes she’s not the only one with news to bear.

“Kids! Breakfast is ready!” Shouted Y/N from the kitchen, the smell of toast and crackling bacon snaking it’s way through the two story town house in the middle of suburban Manhattan. The sight of the meal reminding her of home when she’d help cook, practicing her craft until she rarely made burnt toast. The voice of her aunt telling her how long to toast it so it would be perfect, even if the family eating it was far from so.

As she prepared the table, the scurrying of little feet pattering away on the floorboards filled the room as they sprinted down the lavish hall. Giggles erupting as two bright eyed girls climbed into their seats.

“Now girls, you both have to get ready quickly today alright? I have some errands to run.” Y/N said, placing a mug of coffee in front of herself. Heavy footsteps came trotting down the stairs as her husband, a man of status in the banking industry, waltzed into the room.

“Morning love. I have to go in early today. Are you sure you and the girls are okay?” He asked, adjusting his tie.

“Yes, I’m going to take them with me. I have some...personal matters to attend to.” She said, her tone dropping slightly as the girls played with their food.

“I know plenty of children back home who’d love to eat what you’re playing with, now stop it...” She said sternly, memories of her mother swatting her hand when she’d go to eat with her fingers instead of the silverware.

“Is it your family again?” He asked, brushing a stray hair from her face as he sat down next to her.

“Yes.” She said, taking a sip of her coffee as her hands shook, the anxiety of ever seeing them again gnawing at her brain.

It seemed like only yesterday that it happened. Her younger brothers running out of the old shop in Small Heath to go on a another mission after their fathers business had been left on their shoulders after the war. The sight later that night making her swear off violence all-together.

Her younger brothers had a knack for messing with the wrong people, even before the war changed them. John was the feisty one, always rough-housing with the boys and bullies on the streets, always pestering her and Ada as they chased rats through town. “I’m trying to help you defend yourself sis! Don’t be such a baby!” He’d say after tackling her to the ground where she’d cry and hesitate to fight back, Ada always punching him in the shoulder to stop as their aunt Polly would come running out of the house with the Devil in her eyes.

“You’re too sweet for your own good, Y/N. Too sweet to be a Shelby.” Polly would say while bandaging any cuts or scrapes.

“You sure as hell didn’t get it from your father...” She’d say, looking at the oldest Shelby girl with a mixture of awe and pity. Y/N resembled her mother more often than not, her temper only shining through in certain situations. But she never thought she’d lose it like she did that night.

It was the night of her first real date, Polly helping brush her hair as she flipped through an old book she’d found in their house.

"That Tommy’s?” Polly would ask, looking at the cover to see a horse running wild in a field.

“Yeah.” She’d say, wishing she could be free like the horse.

“Where are you meeting this young man, Y/N?” Polly asked after a moment of silence.

“The pub down the road.” She said shortly. She remembered Polly’s grip on her hair tightening at the mention of it.

“Ow! What is it?” She asked yanking herself free and turning to look at her aunt.

“D-don’t go. Please don’t.” She said, a fearful look in her eyes.

“Why? Arthur, Tommy, and John get to go anywhere in town and I can’t?!” She said, angrily putting her hair up herself and adjusting her dress.

“It’s not safe...” Polly said, walking down the hall.

“Right...so you want to lecture me on what’s safe because I’m so nice aye? What do you fucking see in me anyway?” She asked loudly. She never really raised her voice to Polly, fearing her to a slight degree. But as her younger brothers went out on business more often, she was practically shoved away, only being able to see Ada and Finn even though she was the oldest.

Polly’s eyes welled up with tears as she spoke.

“I see hope for this god-forsaken family. You have more control over yourself than I care to admit and I can’t bare to see you squander it all away by becoming one of them. You should live for yourself, at least then one of us in this family would be doing something good for a change.” She said, sauntering off into the kitchen.

“Tommy’s planning something isn’t he? That’s why you don’t want me to go on the date.” She said, following her into the kitchen with tears in her eyes. Even if she was older than Arthur by two years, he and the rest of them never stopped being over-protective.

“Yes.” Was all Polly said before Y/N ran out the door. If she wanted her to live for herself then she was going to do as she pleased. She was tired of being seen as some family secret, some mystery sibling that was different. She never liked the violence she grew up in but was that such a crime? To know how to not hurt people? To be able to know when to call it quits? These were thoughts she still struggled with as she looked at her two little girls getting up from the table and racing up the stairs. Their hair wild and smiles a mile long. Carefree like she always dreamed of being, and like most of her aunts family always claimed to be.

“I want you girls ready in 10 minutes!” Y/N yelled as the girls moved about upstairs, her husbands voice breaking her from her thoughts.

“Well I’m off love. I’ll see you all at my lunch break.” He said, kissing her goodbye and heading off to his ordinary job. Despite him being successful and full of money himself, she couldn’t shake the fact that they led very different lives before they met. He’d go off to college while she stayed and helped Polly with Finn, and Ada occasionally staying to help as she was always wanting to be out and about. While he grew up with a silver spoon, she grew up with rusted broken ones. She couldn’t for the life her know why he chose her, maybe it was luck? But nevertheless they worked out together and she was grateful no matter how many times her past haunted her.

As she cleaned up the kitchen, she fell back onto the memories from years ago. Her heart still aching like it was yesterday.

Remembering herself sprinting towards the pub where her new date had agreed to meet her, seeing a rowdy group of men near the entrance. The sharp sound of bottles breaking and slurs being spewed as she warily made her way over. Her eyes landed on her date and her stomach dropped. Arthur was holding him by the neck as Tommy pulled off his cap, slashing the mans face open in one fell swoop.

Y/N’s screams soon pierced the air as she saw him fall limp to the ground, Tommy finishing him off with a harsh twist of his neck.

The blinders all looked up to see their older sister just mere feet away from their mess. Without thinking, she ran over to the man she had grown to know, his face almost unrecognizable after what they’d done to him. As she cradled him, her eyes blurred with tears as her brothers stood in silence, the rain washing the mans blood off Tommy and Arthur’s hands as they waited for her to speak.

“Tommy...” She said, seeing red as she started at the man she once knew, lying dead on the cold pavement.

Her brother walked over, a tired look in his eyes as he crouched down to her level and put his cap back on.

“We had to do it Y/N...” He said, trying to reach for her hand.

Without warning she slapped him across the face with all the strength she could muster. Her hand stinging with the impact.

Polly came running in the distance, stopping near John who’d been holding his rifle as he sat against the wall of the pub.

As she got up, she wiped the blood on her clothes as she stared down her brother. A red handprint forming on his cheek as she neared him. With one hand she took his arm and with the other she grabbed Arthur’s hand, leading them near Polly and John.

“I knew him you know. How was he so bad that you had to kill him? Why was this part of your fucking plan?!” She yelled as they all looked at her with sorry expressions.

“He was working with Kimber’s men. Remember him?” John asked.

She got closer to John as she spoke, her arms folded in frustration.

“No John. I don’t remember. I wasn’t part of the family meetings...remember that?” She asked, knowing they always kept her, Ada, and little Finn in the dark ‘for their safety.’

“He was bad Y/N...” Tommy said, sticking a cigarette in his mouth.

“Like you all are any better. You didn’t even know him!” She shouted.

“Y/N love, please calm down. We had leads on him. He was trying to get with ya in order to get to us.” Arthur said.

“No...he wouldn’t.” She said, shaking her head as her tears fell.

“He did. Not everyone has a good heart like yours alright?” Tommy said, lighting a cigarette.

“You know what? Fuck the lot of you!” She yelled, her eyes boring into Tommy’s specifically.

“I can’t even look at you all anymore. You took away my one shot at meeting someone that wasn’t associated with this family and you all ruined it. You all ruined everything I’ve ever tried to do and here I am, the oldest fucking Shelby and I can’t even leave me own house.” She said, giving a side eye to Polly. As she spoke she remembered her aunts words, her eyes tearing up as she spat out her frantic goodbyes.

“You know what? I’m listening to what you said Pol. I’m going to go live for myself and I don’t want any of you to come for me. I can’t stand to be around any of ya. Goodbye.” She said, walking through the familiar dark streets for what felt like the last time.

“Mum? We’re ready!” She heard her oldest yell from the front door, ripping her from her thoughts.

“Alright, c’mere you.” She said, swooping her youngest up in her arms and walking out the door. As she walked with her oldest hand in hand they noticed the rain falling slightly as the city life bustled around them.

“I wish daddy didn’t take the car. He’ll be at his lunch break before we get there.” The oldest girl said, her white dress flowing in the wind.

“We’re going right up to the bank. He’ll be there. I promise.” She said, her nerves getting to her as they entered the tall building.

“I got a call about a check being sent from Polly Gray?” She asked the teller.

“Ah yes! Here you are. She also left a note.” She said, handing her the envelope.

Y/N’s eyes widened at the figures on the check, having to clutch the desk for support.

“Jesus fucking christ.” She said quietly.

“Jesus fuckin cwist!” Her youngest mumbled excitedly.

“Hey! We don’t say that.” She said smirking down at the little girl.

“Darling! Didn’t expect you to be here so early!” Her husband said as he stepped out of his office.

“This was uh...one of the errands. Can we go outside for a moment?” She asked.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking at her with concern.

“Oh um...it seems me aunt gave us a check for...$100,000.” She said.

“My god...you’re kidding. How did they get that kind of money?” He asked, even though they were well-off in New York it was still a shock, especially since the shop back home was far from successful all those years ago.

“Oh...you don’t want to know.” She said, her eyes scanning over the letter.

“Dear Y/N,

I know you don’t want to hear from any of us especially after so long, but we wanted to let you know we’re planning a visit to New York. We have some business to take care of and Tommy saw it best to come there personally. We’d love to meet up upon our arrival if you’d like. We have some unfortunate matters we’d like to discuss. In the meantime though, I wanted to gift you this check, seeing as we’ve come into more than enough good fortune over the years.

With love,

Aunt Pol”

“I have to get to a phone. Watch the girls please? I’ll be back.” She said, running inside the bank.

“What’s mummy doing?” Their oldest asked.

“Calling her family.” He said, holding her hand.

“She has a family? Like us but somewhere else?” She asked.

“Yeah...” He said, not knowing much about them as well. She’d kept that part of her life a secret for a while, but she’d let a few things slip every now and then, and she always got a check from Polly despite her refusing her help, but they never got one for this much before.

“Shelby Company Limited.” The woman said over the phone.

“Yes, this is Y/N...Y/N Johnson-I mean...Shelby. Y/N Shelby....is Polly there?”

“I’m sorry miss. The family has left for America, they’re expected in New York at noon.” She said.

“Alright, thank you.” She said, her watch ticked towards noon at a fast pace, knowing they’d be arriving soon.

“Girls were taking a trip. We uh...have to meet some of my family.” She said rushing out of the bank, scooping their youngest up in her arms with the others following.

“We need to get to customs, now.” She said, hurrying towards her husbands car.

Within the next 30 minutes they’d scrambled to get there, seeing the passengers get off the ship in groups. Her heart sped up as she saw her family, more dressed up now than before, but still the same tired features give or take Finn growing up before her eyes.

“Stay here you three. It’s going to be a moment.” She said, taking a shaky breath as she walked towards them.

“Y/N? Is that you?” She heard Polly call out. She stood frozen as they walked to her, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Hello Polly.” She said with a small smile, her tears plummeting to the ground as she gave her a warm hug.

“Oi! Is that really you?! Look at ya!” Arthur said with a smile.

“Yeah it’s me. Same old Y/N.” She said, wiping her tears as her brother Tommy stared at her.

“Cat got your tongue brother?” She asked, he gave her a hug but it was half-hearted at best.

“Right...so what are you lot doing here aye? Why’d you send us all that money?” She asked looking at them, Tommy’s eyes were more dead than all those years ago. She couldn’t shake the feeling something had happened as Polly spoke.

“Can we talk about this somewhere private at least? We just got here love...” Polly said.

Y/N sighed as she turned to her little family, the ring on her finger glinting in the sun as she nodded.

“Of course...follow me. I uh, have some people I want you to meet.” She said.

“Y/N...” Polly said in a shocked whisper as she saw the two girls and her husband standing there looking at them with smiles on their faces.

“This is my husband. His name is Charles Johnson, he’s a banker in Manhattan. And these are our girls. Jane is 7, Polly is 3.” She said, picking the little girl up as she giggled and waved at them.

“You...you never told us you’d met someone. Never told us you’d gotten married...Never told us you had children...” Polly said, waving at the girls.

“Well the street goes both ways. Didn’t know you got married aye Tom...” She said nodding to him, he lit a cigarette as they walked ahead. The tension growing in the air as she nervously took her husbands hand.

“It’s complicated, but yes I did.” He said shortly, the smoke wafting through the air.

“No smoking...please.” She said, her girls looking curiously at the man with piercing blue eyes.

“You serious?” He asked.

“Yes, the girls don’t like it. You’re such a grump though love. You’ve turned into an old man, older than Arthur even. Jesus.” She said, none the wiser to what they’d all been through over the years. Tommy just nodded with a slight smirk, knowing his past couple years would’ve destroyed her.

As the Shelby’s made small talk with the little girls, Charles got them a ride to their house, the bustling city taking them a little bit by surprise.

“I don’t know how you live here. It’s hectic.” Polly said, sitting in a small armchair in their living room.

“Well you wanted me to live my life for me Pol. I came here and I loved it. Never saw a reason to move.” She said, pouring her a glass of wine.

“Anyone want a drink?” She asked as her worse-for-wear brothers sat around.

“Now there’s our sister. You got whiskey?” Arthur asked.

“Did you think I left all of Birmingham behind? Of course I do.” She said, pouring out a couple glasses and handing them out. Her husband taking one and giving her a small peck on the cheek, Tommy staring him down for a moment before she came to him with a glass.

“What kind?” Tommy asked before drinking it.

“Irish...what else would it be? You taught me that.” She said with a smirk.

“Right...” He said, fixing his golden glasses.

“So tell me, what’s life been like here? It seems...grand.” Polly said looking around the place as the girls ran around giggling.

“Jane! Polly! No running in the house...go out to the courtyard.” She said, taking a sip of her whiskey.

“You named the little one Polly? I’m touched.” She said, sipping her wine.

Y/N sighed before she spoke, her husband sitting near her on the large sofa, holding her hand as he knew she had some things to get off her chest.

“Look...I was....angry. I was angry at the world when I left and...I’ve held onto that for so long it’s eaten me up. I know you all don’t care for me now, hell I wasn’t invited to anything anyways, but I did the same. I did this for me. And I’m happy here. I’m happy with my children. I named her Polly because even though we wanted to rip each other’s throats out some days, you were the one that helped me realize who I wanted to be. You helped raise me and I couldn’t not name her after someone I loved dearly.” She said, the room falling silent.

“You want us to forgive you?” Tommy asked.

“No. Honestly Tommy I’m still trying to forgive you. It was because of you all that I watched you kill him. I moved here so you’d never take people away from me again, but no I’m not looking for forgiveness or anything, I just want it behind us.” She said finishing off her whiskey.

“That was for your protection, love. You can understand that now at least, since you have your own children now.” Polly said, clasping her hand over hers.

“I can. But I wouldn’t kill someone. That’s how we’re different. I’ve told Charles about it, because I’ve always been the nice one. He may think otherwise though.” She said smirking at her husband.

“But, I’ve tried to move on. I just want you all to know I’m happy and I’m honestly not that hurt by it anymore. I’m just plagued with the memories that’s all.” She said.

“What about back home? How’s Ada? I’m assuming she’s with her kid...Karl right?” She asked, trying to change the subject.

“Yes. She has another on the way as well. Different father. Deceased though.”

“That’s too bad, I know she’s probably torn up, the poor thing. Give her a hug for me will ya? God I haven’t seen her in so long.” She said and Polly nodded.

“What about John? Where’s the cheeky bastard at anyway?” She asked. Polly teared up as Tommy held her hand, which he never did unless it was something important.

“He....he got shot. One of the mafias with a vendetta against us got him...it was recent enough that we figured we’d come to tell you.” He said.

“No.” She said, getting up quickly.

“No...no I-I said the most hateful things the last time I saw him. He can’t be...” She said as tears poured down her face.

“Hey....shh it’s alright darling.” Her husband said attempting to comfort her as she clung to him, her tears staining his expensive suit as Arthur and the rest looked away, their hearts growing heavy after re-hashing the news.

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you sooner. We couldn’t get to you in time for the funeral though, love.” Polly said, walking over.

“I have to sit down.” She said, her face paling as she sat on the sofa.

Her hands shook as she wiped her tears away. Polly kissed her forehead as she walked outside, observing the little girls as they played in the garden to keep from breaking down as well.

As Y/N settled down, she took another shot of whiskey, wincing at the burn of it going down. Since having her kids and working, she didn’t have as much time to drink, at least not like they did back home.

“I should’ve came back sooner...I-I should’ve written you all more often.” She said.

“Y/N that wouldn’t have changed much. We’re just happy you’re happy alright love?” Arthur said, patting her on the back.

“Yeah...” She said.

“Say...I know you all are tired. Would you all care to stay? We have enough room...” Charles asked as Polly walked in with the girls.

“Mum! Who that?” Little Polly asked in her sweet voice.

“Hello! Oh you silly girls! I hope you loved meeting Polly! These are your uncles, Arthur, Tommy, and Finn.” She said wiping her tears away as they came in, letting them walk over to them. Tommy smiled at them and put on his best kind expression, knowing how impressionable kids were.

“So uhm...Tommy do you have kids?” Y/N asked, circling back to the ring on his finger and trying to lighten the conversation.

“Yeah. I have a boy name Charlie, and a girl named Ruby. Charlie’s mum was uh...shot...by the mafia, Lizzie is well, she’s working at the office and helping with little Ruby.” He said.

“Shot! Jesus fuckin cwist!” Little Polly squealed out.

Y/N’s mouth dropped as she picked her up. Arthur and eventually everyone erupted in laughter.

“We do not say that Polly! Don’t repeat bad words!” Y/N scolded her, trying to hold back her own laugh in the process.

“I’m sorry about your first wife Tom...I’m also sorry little Polly over here has the mouth of a sailor.” She said playfully eyeing her daughter and giving her brother a pat on the shoulder.

“It’s alright love. Things happen aye?” He said, his heart still hurting after the loss, but warming at the sight of his little happy and not so nicely-mouthed nieces.

“Maybe we can visit the rest of the family sometime? I’m sure we can arrange that.” She asked looking at her husband.

“Of course! We’d um...we’d like that. Very much.” Polly said a genuine smile on her face as she watched her niece with her children.

“I’m so glad you’re doing well for yourself dear. Truly. We all are, and if we haven’t said it yet, welcome to the family Charles.” Polly said, shaking his hand.

“My offer still stands though by the way...” Charles said after a moment.

“What’s that aye?” Tommy asked, finally loosening up a bit.

“You all can stay here. You all aren’t the only ones with big houses you know. You’re family after all.” Y/N said.

“Well it’s not like we have anywhere else to go. What to do you say?” Polly asked, looking at Tommy. He smirked a bit before answering, Y/N could see the conditions he’d have with their stay floating around in his head.

“Alright...As long as we get to have the toast you always made. I’ve hired many a housemaid and none of them could make it like you do, they always burn it up.” He said.

She chuckled at the memory, always making a bunch of it in the mornings before they’d all go running off in the streets.

“Deal.” She said, giving him a small smile, knowing that even after all the years and all the losses, she knew she could never fully be away from family.

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heraclecology · 3 years

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MASTERLIST

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created: August 2nd, 2021

updated: August 6th, 2021

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Luca Changretta

The Wedding Night

Alfie Solomons

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Finn Shelby

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Sherlock Holmes

Mycroft Holmes

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red-riding-wood · 2 years

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Currently avoiding my main WIPs with everything that I have but need something to distract my mind so if anyone has any Peaky Blinders requests, please send them in. Angst, fluff, smut, dark fics, etc. it's all good with me. (especially dark fics)

The only thing I probably won't write is anything involving pregnancy or kids in a really plot-centric way.

If anyone's having any trouble coming up with something but would like to send in a request, I can link some prompt lists!

#peaky blinders #requests #imagines #oneshots #fanfiction #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #alfie solomons #arthur shelby #john shelby #michael gray #polly gray #luca changretta #aberama gold #I am probably forgetting some major characters

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kaetastic · 4 years

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TROUBLE

pairing: Isaiah Jesus x Shelby!Reader

summary: The infamous trio of Isaiah Jesus, Michael Gray and the second youngest Shelby pay a visit to a bar, except, few unhappy passer-bys ruined the day.

word count: 2.6k

warning: mentions of blood, violence, 1920 racism, slightly nsfw at the end, invisble indirect mentions of sex

note: the racism in this story is used for writing purpose only. i do not advocate such acts. thank you for understanding.

Easiness twirled a ribbon in the air. A silk, delicate cloth of pounds and dim like the backdrop of the stars. The recent sinking of the sun had painted the sky a blur of black once the flashing orange blended in smoothly. Caressing exasperatedly against the canvas, the brush sitting in the painters’ grip danced over the abyss of colours. The moon tugged on the strings beneath the water body as if a puppet, causing crest to migrate, hurling waves; clashing into one another in a milling crowd. With an arm draped over her shoulder which felt nonexistent, Y/N let out an echoing cackle in the bustling night that was kept alive by overworked factory workers. Lips curling up at his success, Isaiah wore his signature charming smirk.

Dangling between Michael’s nimble fingers was a huffing cigarette whose strands of smoke had been engulfed by the exhaling wind. Since the pair had been pacing at their own pace which was way too slow for the man, Michael sauntered past, leaving them alone while he neared the bar they had desired to spend time at.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Isaiah’s warm lips brushed over Y/N’s ear-shells before yanking his head away, keeping a non-gossiping distance (despite his arm around her). Even though her infamous older brothers had been at London for a vital business meeting, it would take a pathetic fool to dare lie their lives on the quivering string. Even if they were hundreds of kilometres away, prodding eyes might linger to only whisper of the scandal sight of a Peaky Blinder and a Shelby.

The grip around his wrist faltered, her fingers unfurled to stuff her chilling hands in the warm pockets of her coat. The piercing edges of her nails hooked onto bulging looped strings, a tugging war between the article of clothing and her fingers. Isaiah’s eyes did not waver from her, still in shock as to what just happened. A giggle fell off her lips at his gawking eyes. The string of smoke she had just stolen from his cig breezed in the air, flying off to dance in the cloud.

“That’s why I do it.” Glancing down at her teeth chomping down on her bottom lip, Isaiah’s tongue poked to run over his lips. Despite his attempt to smear moisture, the chilly night was not merciful.

With a few more strides and transferred giggles, the pair neared towards the Gray who stood in front of the bar. From the inside, golden rays smeared onto the window panes of the French door. The hazy object obstructed passerby to glance a peek, only offering a puppet show of moving limbs over the light rays. Michael tapped his polished shoes onto the drenched valleys that seeped through the rivers between the stone-bricked roads, impatient to how slow the pair was, “You fuckers done fucking each other’s ears?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at her cousin. Michael had recently been not so easy to tolerate. With Gray blood swimming in his veins, it wasn’t simple to tug anything out of his head or whatever secret that lied deep in his chained up heart. A trait his mother had definitely passed down. However, Y/N believed the reason to his horrible mood for the week was caused by a woman they had come across not too long ago at the exact bar they were currently pacing towards (most likely to why they were even visiting it again).

Although Y/N was the one who insisted that he shouldn’t approach the girl since glancing at the diamonds anchoring the female to the ground connected all the doubtful dots in the Shelby’s head, she couldn’t help but to feel bad when Michael had been stranded alone as soon as he leaned against the bar, the targeted girl fleeing from the scene as if offended. Alone and filty rich. A combination a gang member would approach for only a night’s fun since a whole relationship was not guaranteed, though, the statement was an exception for Thomas Shelby.

“Keep babbling, cousin. You’re just mad no one sucked your dick in a week.” Isaiah threw his head back at her words. Straying pass the Gray, he patted on Michael’s rigid shoulder which had been tensed, stuffed with clenched muscles.

“She’s right, Mikey. Loosen up, no one’s ridin’ a horse.” As the pair faded into the warm glow of the pub, Michael flicked his cig that was once breathing. The clothing of the stick became drenched in a mixture of rain water and the liquid seeping out from the mysterious hole in the brick wall. Oh, how he’s going to prove them wrong.

Chatters swirled in with clinking of glasses. While a group of highly intoxicated men in the corner let out a rowdy, boisterous cowboy yell, the pair of women in the opposite corner sat with frowns on their faces, eyes darting at their empty fingers. Isaiah’s eyes grazed over the room, arm pulling the second youngest Shelby closer to rest her body onto his.

“Possessive now, are we?” He shook his head while a grin lingered on his lips. Making way through the weaving strands of people, his fingers drummed onto the wooden counter at a beat while he waited for the bartender to notice their presence.

“Three whiskeys.” Isaiah raised his cigarette in the air while he leaned his back on the prodding bar counter. The bartender’s tongue was ready to slice through the air, to kick in some sense in the mere boy who was demanding a drink without payement. When his eyes caressed over the accompanying lady who had been in his arm, the bartender froze on his spot. A Shelby. Without any opposition, he began to prepare the desired drinks. Shrugging off her heating coat which began to become a nuisance in the warm walls of the pub, Y/N rested the cloth onto the counter.

When Michael finally made his way to the pair, he rummaged through his pocket to pull out a crumpled sheet of paper he had yanked in the warm storage place. It was an impulsive decision. What could he have done? He was to complete the rechecking of the documents he had already jotted down the day before. Y/N’s eyebrows clashed at the amusing sight. Had he gone mental?

Seeing Michael indulge himself in scribbled numbers and smudged letters, Y/N let out a huff before she snatched the paper away, “Dear cousin, I know your balls are probably blue, but would you not? The night is still young, go find someone to fuck.”

Michael grumbled at her jest. Even though they were only a few years apart, she reminded him of a pestering child who was not able to zip their mouth shut for a mere second. Annoyed at her words, his eyes hurled a glance on the arm that were still weighed on her shoulders, “Yeah? Why are you so annoying lately? He’s not rough enough?”

Isaiah took a drag of his cigarette, a faint whistle seeped through his lips, “Low blow, Mikey, low blow. You know you don’t talk bad ‘bout another man’s fucking.” The Gray rolled his eyes before snatching the paper back as if it wasn’t critical for his task in the office, stuffing it back in his pocket without darting a glance of care. His reaction was uncanny when a teared piece off paper with scribbled numbers had been handed to him by a mysterious lady.

“Fine,” Michael scowled. Once the drinks sat in front of them, he downed the rock-glass worth of whiskey in one gulp as if he had been left to die. With a thump, the glass was slammed back onto the counter. “See there? I’m going to fuck them and when I come back, you better buy me a fucking bottle. Alright? Happy?”

Before the pair had a chance to hurl back a reply, the frustrated man stomped towards the sorrowful table of women. The grey smeared corner of the pub was dim, the absence of light played shadows on the pair of gloomy women.

Shrugging her shoulders at her cousin’s unexpected burst of emotions, Y/N threw her focus back to the cup. Taking faint sips, her eyes caressed over the bottles of liquor suspended for display. Isaiah shifted closer towards her, his hips resting on hers while an arm snaked around her waist. In silence, he wondered.

“Am I really not rough?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at his possible method of fishing for something to smirk or be smug about. Putting the glass on the surface after taking a sip, she turned her body to face the man, “Was the morning not enough evidence for you?”

The exhilarating and exhausting activity they both participated in seeped through his head once he rewounded the tape. The corners of his lips twirled up at the reminder of her cramped legs and her quivering knees. Sipping the rest of the brown liquid, he shot an eyebrow up as if in contemplation. His elbow rested on the bar, chest facing her while his other hand splayed on her waist, under her coat, thumb caressing the warmth radiated by the skin.

“I forgot about it, want to remind me?” Y/N chuckled, fingers brushing his smooth tie. Before she had the chance to throw back a coquettish flirt; tug on his tie so he was on her, a whistle echoed through the silent room which had died down of chattering.

Craning her head towards the man, her fingers furled against Isaiah’s chest, she blinked as she tried to figure out who he possibly was, “This darkie botherin’ you sweetie?”

Just a few thrown glances, Y/N was sure the man was not from Birmingham. The rough smeared accent and velvet suit was the cover that gave everything away. The mood of the room died down from the prominent presence of the trio of men. Hurling her attention back to her whiskey, she turned her back towards the man. To only give him satisfaction, “Fuck me, look at that ass, boys.”

Isaiah’s jaw clenched. Killing the cig within a push, he nudged himself off of the bar to stand in front of the taunting man, “Fuck off.”

“Isaiah...” Y/N mumbled, fingers gripped around his wrist. With a soft tug, she wished he would back away once she noticed the two accompanies at the back cracking their fingers which echoed sounds of bones snapping in fragments, however, his feet had been attached to the ground, ready to spring into action.

The smirk on the man intensified, the curl of his lips pointed a peak to the corner of his eyes, running up the scar that ran from the side of his face to weave to end at the droop of his orbs, “What did you just say to me?”

“I said, fuck off.”

Letting out a loud, amused cackle, he turned his head towards the two other men, who returned with the same hyena crying, “Hear that boys? The black’s telling us what to do,” Noticing the silent from the man much younger than the three was, he proceeded. “Why you with this dog, miss? Hm?”

Y/N pressed her lips, eyes darting to the back of Isaiah’s head. Her brothers were in London. To risk fighting in their absence doesn’t place good luck on their side. Even though a paper of their appearances could lead to mysterious death on papers, Y/N didn’t want to nudge another leaf onto Tommy’s plate, “Isaiah, let’s just go to the Garrison.”

“We just got our drinks, Y/N. I like it here. We’re staying.” Faltering into a tight line, Y/N’s fingers didn’t pull away from his coat, her fingers still pinching it as if a lost child.

“The darkie still talking?” The man chuckled. “I can’t understand what you barkin’ on ‘bout.”

There was one reason the three was going out tonight even though Michael had babbled on about a busy week. Y/N had managed to drag her cousin out of his working cave to drink. And she succeeded. Although she had considered no trouble for the night, her success deserved a celebration. No one was going to ruin that celebration, “Get the fuck out.”

With an amused twinkle in his eyes, he quirked an eyebrow, “You protectin’ this mutt?”

“No, I’m just tryna protect your face.”

His mouth creaked open, the sword rested on the tip of his tongue, ready to be flicked out. Except, a stinging pain tremored on his face. Like a rock had been rammed on his cheeks, he stumbled back from the great force. Oh, the night would’ve been long as she wanted it to be. Except, it wasn’t filled with fucking and drinking. Just blood and punches.

Isaiah’s purple smeared eyes creased at the faint pout sported on her lips. A hiss seeped through the cracks of his sparkly teeth when the taut bruised muscles around his eyes had been tugged too tightly. Y/N glanced up from his hands that were engulfed in hers, her thumb halted in the dipping bump of his knuckles. The strings of branching lines plastered on the scorching red line of hills had been thoroughly washed with water, the first thing Y/N did as soon as they entered the house.

“You’re poutin’. That bad huh?” His hands pulled out of her grip to tug her waist to stand between his legs. Y/N hummed. As her fingers caressed the purple smears on his face, she rested her forearms on his shoulders.

“They ruined your face.” Isaiah let out a chuckle.

“That’s the only thing you care ‘bout?” The words caused her teeth to slide out of the cave, pressing onto her bottom lip.

“That was an bonus point,” Resting her forehead onto his, she gazed deep into his eyes, noticing the plastered sparkles across the abyss. “Glad they didn’t take your cock.”

Without any more words, Isaiah hoped off the table with a creak. Despite the fresh streaks of red on his knuckles, he threw her on before making himself a place between her opened legs. Her mouth gaped open, soft moans trickling into the air in surges that tested his endurance. Isaiah’s lips brushed against the hollow column of her throat before placing a smacking kiss on her humming skin. With her fingers weaved through his hair, she tugged on the locks once he rolled his hips at an agonizing pace.

“‘saiah...” Y/N stammered, teeth chewing on her bottom lip. He let out a chuckle, muffled by the crook of her neck when her legs quivered, hips pressing against him for more friction. His pelvis sat in between her wide open thighs which gave him the best position for his bulging tent to prod against her clothed heat. A hum trickled down his throat while his fingers slithered up her dress to glide over her thighs. Hovering over the radiating barrier that blocked his fingers from her drenched

“For fuck’s sake!” John grumbled. The force he had exerted on barging the door open caused splints of wood to trip over, covering a bedding on the floor as if a neutral-coloured carpet. Y/N didn’t think twice before shoving Isaiah off who let out an ‘oof’ before she sprung off the surface.

Mumbling a a sorry under her breath, she turned towards her older brother, cheeks painted red, flushed from the disturbance, “John!” Y/N yelled, slightly annoyed.

With an irritated pace, Thomas stood by the door, a cig dangling between his fingers. The suspense trickled up her arms while he took his time to huff a drag, “We leave for two fucking days and you lot found yourself in trouble. Fucking unbelievable.”

#isaiah jesus #isaiah jesus x reader #isaiah jesus x you #isaiah jesus x y/n #isaiah jesus x shelby!reader #isaiah jesus x shelby! reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fluff #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders angst #peaky blinders oneshot #michael gray #john shelby #thomas shelby #arthur shelby

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 5 years

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Fanfiction Masterlist

Tommy

One Shots

Ice Cold Tommy returns from the war to his wife, daughter, and the son he's never met before.

What’s Written Emma Houseman is hired as Charlie’s nanny after Grace passes away. Tommy is indifferent to her until he learns something.

Blessing Tommy has a hard time accepting that his daughter is getting married.

Part 2 Little Blessings

Entirely Unexpected Young Tommy gets into a bind when he finds out his girlfriend is pregnant.

Part 2 Expect Me Home

Too Sweet Modern AU Tommy’s not a fan of Halloween but you change his mind a few times over your relationship.

Breakfast in Bed Tommy Shelby needs to go to work, his wife has other plans. It is Valentine’s Day after all.

June Young Tommy Shelby journeys to the Appleby fair with his family. There he meets a green-eyed girl and happens to lose his virginity as a result.

Lion Bruised and bleeding, Tommy Shelby ends up in Alfie’s office. Alfie doesn’t care about his condition, but there is someone who does. Alfie’s cousin.

Name on a Coffee Cup Modern!Tommy has become quite the coffee addict after he stopped smoking. But he didn’t realize he had become a constant in one of the barista’s life.

The Scent of Cigarette Smoke: *Platonic* Arrow House has been in Ally’s mother’s family for a hundred years. For the first time, she’s going to visit her uncle who lives there. While she’s spending her summer holiday there, she realizes quickly that Arrow House is haunted. And not just by anyone, but by her great-great grandfather, notorious Brummie gangster, Tommy Shelby.

Series

Rougish Women Kate Rosseau is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Promises Not Kept: Tommy Shelby made a promise to Jonah Ward while in the war. A promise he didn't keep. But it comes to haunt him when he tries to drown out his sorrows with a young woman.

Field of Poppies: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.

Alfie

Series

Dawn in Your Eyes: Alfie has little to no idea why Caroline ever gave him the time of day. The blind woman seemed far too sensible to even speak to him. But soon he finds himself falling helplessly in love.

Burned Alfie Solomons is in need of a secretary. Tommy Shelby mentions a young woman in need of employment. From there the two step into a dangerous dance together.

Blue Eyes After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.

One Shots

Life Story: Marianne has been lonely for a long time until she decides to meet her unusual neighbor.

Part 2

Misunderstandings The Shelby boys are shocked to learn Alfie Solomons is married.

Pancakes Modern!Alfie’s wife is down with the flu so he has to take care of their five children before they head off to school.

Hades and Persephone: Rachel works at her family’s bookstore where she’s surrounded by stories and myths all day. So what happens when Camden Town’s myth, Alfie Solomons, walks in.

Part 2 Deathless Gods

Part 3 Gods and Demigods

The Love Not Yet Known: Tommy Shelby needs to make sacrifices to ensure the safety of his family. So he concocts a plan to marry off his sister to the one and only Alfie Solomons.

Part 2

Part 3

TommyxAlfie

One Shots

Little Gem Modern AU Alfie and Tommy’s surrogate has gone into labor and Alfie has no chill.

Meeting Charlie Modern AU Alfie nervously meets his boyfriend’s son for the very first time.

Skin and Bones Alfie asks Tommy when the last time he ate was, Tommy does not like this game.

Crayons and Crying Modern AU Alfie manages to get Tommy to a therapy appointment

Finn

One Shots

Language of Flowers Finn fancies the florist’s daughter

General Finn learns the hard way what it’s like being a soldier.

Worth Finn comes down with Pneumonia

Three Colors Finn unexpectedly comes out to his family.

Isiah

One Shots

Until You Return From the Front Lines Tommy’s eldest daughter, Avis, falls for Isiah Jesus but before they can have a whirlwind romance they’d always dreamed of, Europe crumbles.

Feel free to message me about tag lists or requests. I’m also on AO3 as jubilee44 and Wattpad as tobie123.

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zodiyack · 4 years

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This Is The End...Or So I Thought

Requested by @jenepleurepasbaby: 16 or 39 with Tommy please? (you choose which, or it could be both! Whatever is easiest) I love you so much. 💕💕

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, sad stuffs, fluff, slight angst, ittie bittie S5 spoilers?

Prompts: [16] “Damn right I’m pretty.” “I said petty.” [39] He kissed her brow as the world around them burned. “See you in the next life, my love,” he whispered.

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy @stydia-4-ever @matth1w @redspaceace @jenepleurepasbaby @simonsbluee

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

He did it. Tommy fucking Shelby got everything he wanted. The shot on Oswald Mosley was successful, Barney went back to the asylum, Aberama got his revenge, Michael was put back in his place. All Thomas wanted to do was come home to his wife, finally.

When the time originally came to figure out new ways to put a cork in Gina and Michael’s plan, Y/n hopped up to the plate. She offered many ideas, but Arthur suggested a better one that at least included her. In the end, today, Y/n got a little carried away and slapped Gina. Hard. The New Yorker fell over from the hit.

Y/n’s messy hair was sticking to her face, her breathing was a bit off and her heart was racing. “That’s for trying to overthrow my husband, filthy bitch!” She laughed as she kicked the gun from Gina’s view.

She calmed on the ride home, but the action was still on Tommy’s mind. They managed to get Michael on their side, Gina too, somehow, but Y/n still did it. Out of all the times too, she did it now.

“You know, we already settled the argument.”

Y/n’s head turned to her husband as he drove, his hands were gripping the wheel tightly. “Okay.”

“Okay? That’s all you have to say is ‘okay’? You slapped Gina, after we came to an agreement!” He laughed, partially from amusement, partially from shock.

“Yep. She deserved it. If she never came around, Michael would still be loyal as ever.”

Tommy looked at his wife for a few seconds before chuckling and reaching for her hand. He pressed soft kisses to her knuckles, “you know, you’re honestly really petty.”

“Damn right I’m pretty.”

“I said petty.” he tried to hold in the chuckles, but all hell broke lose when Y/n turned to him and feigned hurt towards the comment. “I love you anyways, no matter how petty you are.”

“I love you too, meanie.” She was happy to see the softer side to Tommy, and when she married him, she couldn’t wait to possibly see littler versions of him with even more of his softness. Charles was her first child, and Ruby was her second.

The couple married after the war, engaged before it, and fought side-by-side. Y/n could fight for herself, and Tommy admired that. Before the war happened, however, he was a simple man attracted to her beauty and smarts, the way she cared for little Finn, how well she got along with Ada, he couldn’t help but fall so easily.

Now, they were married, a very well known couple, a feared couple to some, and still fought together with the same admiration for one another. When he was with her, it was like they were teenagers again, sneaking off to the little canal and sharing their first kiss.

The memories brought a smile to Tommy’s face as he continued driving. His thumb rubbed Y/n’s hand while she slowly drifted to sleep. Just one more night, he promised, one more night in Birmingham, then they’d be able to go back and be with the children again.

They got inside and headed to the bed almost immediately, falling asleep in each other’s arms. She kept the nightmares away, he brought her comfort and the feeling of safety. Y/n snuggled closer to Tommy. Matching smiles creeped onto their faces, both safe in each other’s embrace.

When Tommy woke up, he was greeted with a sight that wiped the smile clean off his face. He shook Y/n awake, then grabbed their things. He coughed every now and then, the room filling with smoke, and rushed to get everything ready to leave.

“Y/n! Come on! Get up! Y/n!!” She woke with a start, her hands rubbed her sleepy eyes. It wasn’t long before she too began coughing.

“What’s going on?”

“Someone bloody set it on fire! We’ve got to go! Come on!” Tom helped his wife up, pulling her to the door, but his plans were foiled. A chunk of burnt wood fell from the ceiling and blocked the doorway, preventing their leave. “The only other exit is the window, it’s going to be burning hot, so don’t touch it. Leave it to me, alright?”

Y/n nodded, concern lacing her face. Tommy went to the window and tried to open it. He hissed in pain, gripping his wrist and dipping his hand in the water of the tub that sat in the middle of the room.

“We’re fucking stuck. We’re fucking stuck!” Her hands flew up to her hair, gripping it tightly and breathing faster, slowly processing the realization.

“Y/n! Y/n! We’re going to be fine... um.. Just...” Although he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want Y/n to panic. He wanted her to feel safe, he wanted more than anything to protect her.

“Tommy... we’re gonna die in here...” Her arms wrapped around his torso, she hid her face in his chest and cried softly. “I love you, Thomas Michael Shelby.” She pulled away slightly and looked at him, shoving her face into his for one last kiss.

“I love you too, Y/n M/n Shelby.” He kissed her brow as the world around them burned. “See you in the next life, my love,” he whispered.

They closed their eyes, arms tightly wrapped around one another, and prepared for death to greet them. Any moment now. The sound of the fire and wood. Could be even seconds. The smell of burning, everywhere. Literally any time. The smoke infecting their lungs.

“You two just going to stand there or am I gonna have to drag you out of this place myself?”

Y/n peeled an eye open, looking towards the door. Behind the smokey haze was Arthur, with an ax, and a broken front door. “Arthur?”

“Yes? Well come on, we haven’t got all day, you’re going to die if you stay in here any longer, ya know?”

“Correct you are, brother.” Tommy’s usual exterior returned now, of course, but he strayed true to his wishes and helped his wife step over fiery piles of wood. Arthur reached his hand out and helped her out of the burning place. Tommy got out after and hugged Y/n with watery eyes.

Her hands came to his ash covered cheeks, “Awh Tommy, love!”

“What is it?”

“Are you crying?” She smiled, tears falling from her eyes.

“N-no, the um.. the fire, you know, made my eyes... watery.” He stuttered, then looking into her matching teary eyes and kissing her roughly, “Yes, I’m crying, darling.”

Arthur fumbled out with the couple’s belongings.

“Oh, Arthur! Thank you. Now, do you know who did,” he gestured to the, still very much on fire, building, “this?”

“Mhm. Lemme tell you something though, Tommy, you’re not even gonna be surprised.”

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mightyavngrs · 4 years

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hello loves!

might or might've not just spent three hours writing something for michael gray that'll be coming out soon 👉🏼👈🏼 any peaky blinders stans out there who would like to be tagged? lmk! hope you're all staying safe <3

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folkloresthings · 5 years

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LOVED AND LOST m. gray.

requested: no i actually had an idea

pairing: michael gray x reader

warnings: mention of death

notes: i just put all my feeling down on a page so it kinda sucks

For so many years, Michael Gray didn’t know who he was. He was replaced by Henry Johnson; a good boy who got a second chance. His life, trapped in the confines of a dull village, wasn’t worth anything. Snatched from his family, all he knew was the repetitive days passing through the countryside.

But there was hope. She came in the form of a young girl who lived a few doors down from the Johnson’s, with a smile bright enough to keep all of the village residents living for a hundred years. Every day she’d gallop through the tall grass, her dress flapping in the wind, on her way to visit her grandmother. The old woman lived on the other side of the green, and it seemed her only visitor was her granddaughter in the mid-morning. She’d bring fresh baked goods and share a pot of tea over idle chat, before getting on with her daily errands.

Henry first met the girl when they were both young. The five year-old was nervous and wary of his new home, until a little girl in a blue sundress came bounding into the garden asking to play. She was only three but could listen to Henry better than any of the adults in their lives.

At nine, Henry discovered a love for climbing trees. No matter how many times their mothers’ shouted at them to get down, they kept dirtying their hands until the reached the skies. One time, she fell out of the branches and wouldn’t stop crying until Henry pressed a kiss to her bloodied knee.

“There, all better,” He’d said, making her smile.

At fourteen, Henry asked his mother what love felt like. She sat him down and explained the complications over a cup of tea and a scone. Henry knew he was in love with the girl a few doors down.

He bundled a basket full with lots of nice things; a blanket, bread and strawberries, a bottle of lemonade. He held her hand as they wandered to the outskirts of the village, finding refuge under a willow tree next to the river. He kissed her a week later, under the same tree - shy lips knocking clumsily together, mixed with quiet giggles and tinted cheeks.

They spent every hour they could together, finding new things to do. He’d accompany her on visits to her grandmothers, and was there to wipe her tears dry after the funeral. They spent warmer days by the river, swimming and stealing kisses under the shade of the trusty willow tree. They spent nights listening to scratchy records playing through the old gramophone, dancing barefoot over the carpet covering his front room. Their mothers watched the love blossom with fondness in their hearts, trusting their children with each other.

At seventeen, Henry was visited by Thomas Shelby and asked to come home. That night he cried in the arms of the girl he loved, confused and torn between his two lives.

“Listen to your heart,” She told him, wise beyond her sixteen years.

He soon left with curiosity, in search of his birth mother. He only meant to test the waters of Birmingham, but he stayed. She waited, but he never came back.

Years passed and no contact was made. She wrote him letters, of course, but there was never an address to post them to. She kept them all in a little metal box, nestled under the willow tree, in case he ever returned.

Michael Gray never mentioned her, but his days were filled with thoughts of her smile and warm hands. Sometimes he could see her skipping over the cobbled streets of Small Heath, hair and dress flying freely behind her. His mother and cousins questioned his daydreaming on many occasions, but he never told them the truth.

At twenty-one, a woman appeared in Watery Lane with urgent news for Henry Johnson. Michael recognised her, as did Thomas, for she was his former mother - the woman who raised him.

“She’s gone, Michael. I’m sorry.”

Polly was shocked; growing defensive of the son she’d barely had three years. They were all worried when Michael’s legs collapsed from under him, his strong frame crumbling to the ground. A choked sob trapped in his throat and Michael swore his heart had been ripped from his chest, cutting off all the life in his body.

Pneumonia. She’d been sick for months. She went in her sleep.

He couldn’t answer Tommy’s questions, nor could he stop Polly’s threats that pushed the woman out of the doorway. The woman persisted, pushing through the family’s protests to drop a parcel at Michael’s feet.

“She wanted you to have it.”

A small metal box, filled with letters and a single willow tree branch. All she had left could fit in the palms of his hands, but she’d taken all he had with her death, leaving behind the shell of a broken man who had loved her with his entire being.

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