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Peaky Blinders Fandom Masterlist

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Polly Gray nee. Shelby Masterlist

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[lilahisntsadanymore]

The Shelbys find themselves in yet another war with one of other Romani families. Things get even worse when Michael and a girl from the other family mysteriously disappear one day.

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Michael Gray x reader

Words count: 3.2k

Tw: swearing, mentions of violence, lightly implied sexual intercourse

I see this happening somewhere in season 2 or 3, but it doesn't contain any scenes from the show.

Y/d/n - your dad's name

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Problematic Sweethearts

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A loud thud of the door sounded through the Shelby betting shop. Tommy walked in angrily, it could be sensed by his steps. He stopped by the table in the middle of the room, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

The rest of the family was very busy that day. Nobody paid attention to Tommy until he furiously hit the wooden surface with his bare fist.

"Fuck!"

John shifted his gaze from the chalkboard he was standing by to his brother. "What have you done this time?"

There were many options. Most things Tommy did brought trouble to the family. But this time it wasn't his fault.

"Not me, the Lovells." Thomas replied. "They stole a horse of mine."

Well, not entirely his fault, but at some point he could have prevented that by either stopping the conflict or not starting it in the first place.

It started when another pub opened nearby The Garrison. The Shelbys were afraid it might steal their clients, so Tommy's idea was to start spreading lies about the other pub to make people not wanna go there.

It worked. And when the owner of the new pub found out about it, he immediately traced it to the Shelbys. In that moment, a war started. Lovells fired back with sabotaging Shelbys' betting business (this one didn't really work, noticing how much work they still had) and then the Shelbys fired back with another 'brilliant' idea and now it was getting more dangerous.

Everyone in Small Heath, or maybe even in the whole Birmingham, knew how important horses were to Tommy Shelby. The Lovells knew that stealing his horse was going to hurt.

"So we're gonna go cut them now, yeah?" John asked, putting his hat on and walking to the door. He was being serious.

"John," Esme spoke, causing her husband to stop in his tracks, "quit being so rash, it could get you killed one day."

Polly would hate to admit that, but in this moment she thought Esme was right. Nothing else needed to be added, although John protested.

"I'm sick of them fucking with us," he gnarled through his teeth, "we have to do something to stop this."

"Cutting them clearly won't help then!"

The small dispute between John and his wife was interrupted by Michael entering the betting shop. He had a grin on his face. Others noticed that there was something dodgy about him lately.

"Morning everyone." Michael's enthusiastic voice said. He didn't sense the tense atmosphere.

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "What's up with you, eh?"

Michael chuckled and shook his head. "What do you mean?" Looking at everyone's faces, he finally noticed something's off. "What's up with you lot?"

"The Lovells stole a horse from Tommy's stable." Polly told him.

The taut atmosphere was ripped to shreds by laughter coming from Finn and Isaiah. At first, they were whispering to each other, but eventually they couldn't keep quiet.

Everyone's eyes were turned to the two youngest peaky blinders. They couldn't understand what's so funny about that situation.

"What're you two laughing at?" Polly asked.

The boys tried to put on straight, serious faces. They gave each other a look, deciding which one should do the explaining.

"It's just amusing," Finn was the one to speak, "how you are all so caught up with that little war between us and the Lovells, while Michael just sneaks out to shag Y/n from time to time."

Now all heads turned to Michael as he shot Finn a death stare. He didn't know anyone knew about his small affair with Y/d/n Lovell's daughter. It was supposed to be a secret, because otherwise some people could get hurt. Some people, including Michael himself.

" Y/n Lovell? Is that true?" Polly asked.

The question was targeted at Michael, but he didn't manage to say anything before Isaiah spoke.

"We're pretty sure he was so jolly when he walked in there, because he had just seen her."

A loud sigh escaped Tommy's mouth. "Michael, you know what our situation currently looks like. Why are you so irresponsible?"

"We started seeing each other before all this happened." Michael defended himself calmly.

"Seeing each other." Polly's quiet scoff sounded in the room as she lit up a cigarette.

"You have to stop it." Tommy continued. "We don't know her intentions, she might want to use you to investigate the whole company."

"We love each other!" Michael's eyes were looking at Thomas furiously, as if he really meant what he had just said.

"Love!" Polly emphasized dramatically. Her free hand found its way to her head to rub the temples.

"Call it whatever you want, Michael, but you're going to tell that girl that it has come to an end. As soon as possible."

"Y/n has no interest in your stupid conflict and neither do I. I won't end things with her."

"We'll make sure you do end it. But this way the ending won't be so pleasant."

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"They are so going to regret staring this war," Y/d/n chuckled as he took a sip of whiskey from his glass.

"Are we going to return it someday?" His business partner asked.

Both men were sitting in the Lovells' living room.

"Return? Are you out of your mind, Will? We are not going to return it!"

"Horses are living beings, they have emotions, they get attached to their owners..."

"That doesn't matter! That horse is now ours. It is now mine. Thomas Shelby shouldn't have started this conflict."

Y/n returned back home from a meeting with Michael exactly in time to hear the end of her father's conversation.

"What horse?" She asked. "And what does Thomas Shelby have to do with it?"

"We stole his horse. Silly threats have come to an end, now we're getting serious. If that doesn't help, we'll become handsy with his people," the man pulled out a dagger and started fidgeting with it.

"This is wrong. We came here a few months ago and the Shelbys basically run Birmingham, you should accept that."

"Are you telling me to give up? That would be an embarrassment to our family, Y/n!"

"This whole conflict is an embarrassment! You stole a man's horse to show him what exactly? It's like shooting someone in the back of his head! You were a soldier, should know what dignity is."

"Don't talk to your father about dignity," Will interrupted unnecessarily, "especially when you fraternize with the enemy."

Y/d/n looked at his business partner and then back at his daughter, who had confusion written on her face. She wondered, how and when Will found out.

Nobody was supposed to know. Y/n and Michael were always making sure nobody's following them.

"Fraternize with the enemy?" Y/d/n questioned, his nostrils flaring. "What is he talking about?"

Y/n panicked, she began stuttering and gesturing pointlessly. She wasn't prepared for this. Neither she nor Michael have ever thought of making up a spare, fake explanation in case something like this happened. And the girl wasn't very good at making up lies in seconds.

Noticing how Y/n couldn't find any words, William continued. "She's been seen with Michael Gray, a cousin to the Shelbys, Polly Gray's son."

"Were you spying on me?!" Y/n barked at Will. She never liked him and now she at least had a reason to yell at him.

"So you had been seen with that boy, you're not denying it." Y/d/n said.

"Yes, I'm not denying, because it's true. I love him and he loves me."

"Love? Please, what can you know about love? He is an enemy, you have to stop this!"

"The only thing that should be stopped is your stupid war! I will not be a part of this!"

Y/d/n squeezed his glass so hard that it broke in his hand. "Bloody hell," he cussed, "go to your room and don't even dare talking to me again without changing your mind!"

Y/n ran to her room on the same floor - the ground floor, her footsteps barely audible. It was a great skill of her - walking without making a sound.

The girl sat on her bed until late evening. She didn't cry, it wasn't a good reason to waste tears for. Instead, Y/n was making up a plan. A plan that would let her keep seeing Michael while her father thinks they are done.

Y/n's thoughts were interrupted by an interesting sound. Almost as if someone was knocking on her window. At first, she felt disturbed by the sound. Remembering a few books she read - this was never a good thing.

But Y/n immediately calmed down, when she saw Michael on the other side of the window.

Y/n opened the window. "What are you doing here?" She shouted in a whisper, not hiding her astonishment.

"My family found out about us," Michael informed, "they told me to break up with you."

"I was told the same. I don't wanna break up with you, we have to think of something."

"Come with me," the boy offered his hand to his girlfriend.

Y/n was hesitant. There was a voice at the back of her head saying it's a bad idea. "Where? We have nowhere to go, we have no money."

"I have some money! And a gun. I'm bad at shooting, but I'll figure it out. So, are you going?"

Y/n heard sudden footsteps. Fortunately, it was just someone walking by her door, not entering her room. She looked back at her boyfriend and took his hand, so that he could help her walk out of the window.

It was dark outside, the only source of light were lonely street lamps, many feet away from one another. Although, he lovers were still barely visible, because the light was dim.

"Where are we headed?" Y/n asked, lightly swaying her arm intertwined with Michael's arm by their hands.

"To the train station."

"And then...?"

"To the countryside."

In the morning the couple reached their destination, Michael took his girlfriend to the same village he grew up in. Of course, Y/n had no idea he was taken away from his birth mother as a young kid and Michael didn't feel like mentioning this. He just had to make sure they won't stumble across the family that adopted him.

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"Michael is gone," Polly bursted into her nephew's flat, "Tommy, Michael is gone!"

The man had just woken up, it was a very early hour. He didn't expect such sudden visit from his aunt.

"How is he gone?" Tommy asked, his voice even deeper than usual. He decided to lit up a cigarette in the order to wake himself up quicker.

"He wasn't home for the night. It is your fault! First the Lovells stole your horse and now they took my son!" The woman was furious. If it was anyone else than a member of her family, she wouldn't hesitate to cut his throat or put a bullet in his head.

Polly thought they took Michael when he went to tell Y/n this is the end of their relationship. The girl's father could have seen him and hurt him. In the worst case, Michael could be even dead. But Polly didn't want to give up at the beginning. No Shelby would ever do such thing.

And so, a sudden family meeting was called. Every Shelby gathered in The Garrison. Polly told everyone that Michael didn't come home for the night and Tommy proposed a plan. The idea was to locate where Michael could be, if alive, and then just break him out. Maybe they would even manage to get back the stolen horse as well.

Unfortunately (or rather fortunately, because it made them sure Michael is alive), the plan was greatly changed by an unexpected visit. The door of The Garrison opened, revealing Y/d/n Lovell.

"Where is my daughter?!" He yelled, looking around the pub. "How dare you kidnap her?!"

"Oi, no snooping around!" Tommy reminded the man that he can't just walk into a place and start searching it. He wasn't a policeman or anyone of that kind. "Did your daughter disappear?"

"Don't act like you know nothing about this! I know you sent someone to kidnap her. You broke into my house through a window in her room and took her!"

Then it clicked in Tommy's head. It clicked in everyone's heads. Maybe even in Y/d/n's head, but he didn't want it to be true.

"Mr Lovell, I'm afraid it wasn't an abduction," Tommy explained, "our Michael disappeared as well."

"What do you say then, Mr Shelby?" The man knew exactly what his rival meant, but hoped that wouldn't be it.

Arthur stood up. "The lovebirds ran away together."

"Exactly." Tommy agreed. "And we have to work together if we want to see them again in this lifetime."

"Don't be so dramatic, Tommy," Finn chimed in with a chuckle, "how far could they go?"

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Not so far, at least for now. It was the beginning of summer, so as long as the weather wasn't that bad for England, the lovers wanted to stay on the countryside. They would think of another place in the future.

For now, there wasn't a single worry in their minds. There in the countryside they could be themselves and do whatever they wanted.

Michael spotted a small barn he recognized. It had been abandoned for a few years before Tommy came to him and nothing seemed to change. It was a perfect temporary home.

On the day they arrived here, they decided to be lazy. There weren't any urgent things to take care of. In the evening they lit up a small fire nearby the barn and sat down by it.

"Do you really think it was a good idea to set up a fire by a wooden building?" Y/n asked, leaning her head on Michael's shoulder.

"I took all precautions," the boy assured, "I made more bonfires than you can imagine and none ended badly."

Y/n chuckled. "I see, you're an expert."

The couple sat by the fire in a comfortable silence, they didn't wanna talk for a while. Y/n straightened out her legs and as she did that, Michael's hand quickly found its way to her thigh.

Y/n felt goosebumps forming on her skin despite the heat the fire was producing. She turned her head a bit in the other to place her lips on Michael's neck. Y/n started pecking his skin, moving up to his jaw, then along the jawline to eventually end up connecting his lips with hers in a kiss.

Without breaking the kiss, Michael ran his hands to Y/n's waist and helped her straddle him. Then he felt his girlfriend's hands creep up his neck to eventually dive in his short hair, pulling it lightly. That small movement was enough to make him release a throaty moan.

Y/n pulled away for a moment. "Do you wanna take it inside?"

The couple walked into the barn and then up to the hayloft. There was still some hay left, which made them feel more comfortable, more cosy. It was a good replacement for a bed.

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"Michael!"

"Y/n!"

"I'll check the barn, you search the surroundings!"

Y/n slowly opened her eyes, the shouting outside woke her up. She was lying down, her head on Michael's naked chest that was calmly moving up and down as he still slept. That lad was a heavy sleeper.

The girl sat up and stretched her arms. Then, she quietly walked to the hole in the barn's wooden wall that was supposed to be a window. Looking outside, she noticed Thomas Shelby walking their direction.

"Michael," Y/n whispered, lightly shaking her boyfriend to wake him up, "Michael, wake up. They have come for us."

"What? Who?" Michael asked confusedly, his mind only half awake.

"Well, I saw Tommy, but-"

"Tommy? What the hell is he doing here?"

"Looking for us. We have to-"

The girl suddenly stopped talking and put a finger up in a sign for Michael to stay quiet as well.

One of Tommy's first ideas was to search for to runaways in the countryside. After all, that's where Michael grew up, he knew this place well and felt safe there. Too safe, that's why he could have wanted to hide here.

When Tommy noticed the freshly extinguished bonfire nearby the abandoned barn, he figured they might be hiding there.

In the silence, Y/n and Michael heard the ladder that led to the hayloft creaking. The girl mindlessly grabbed the gun that Michael mentioned on the previous day. Or a day before that.

"What the fuck are you gonna do with that?" The boy asked, trying to rip the gun form his girlfriend's hand. "Don't shoot him!"

"Relax, I'm just gonna scare him off!"

"I don't think Tommy Shelby is a person you could scare with a gun," he paused, "I don't think he is a person to get scared in general."

"Good day, lovebirds." Tommy said sarcastically, his head peaking into the hayloft.

Y/n set down the gun.

"Hello, Tommy." Michael replied, putting his shirt on.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question."

"Your mother is worried sick, Michael. You've had your fun, it's time to go back home. Y/n, your father is here. He's been worried as well."

"Tommy, we're not coming back."

"Sure, come down and we'll talk about this," he stepped down the ladder.

The couple looked at each other. Whether they wanted it or not, they had to come down, Tommy didn't give them a choice. But they knew he will try anything to talk them into coming home and even breaking up. That meant they had to fight.

When the lovers got down from the hayloft, they saw four men in front of them - Y/d/n and three out of four Shelby brothers.

Y/n had guilt displayed on her face, while Michael didn't show a single emotion. He looked each man in the eyes, stopping on his girlfriend's father.

"We are not sorry," the boy spoke, "we love each other and won't let your stupid conflict ruin what we have."

"How dare you-" the oldest man reached to his gun.

"At ease, Mr Lovell, at ease," Tommy stopped him, then turned to the boy. "Michael, care to explain? Or Y/n?"

It was a rhetorical question, Tommy wasn't asking. He gave an order. And he expected the order to be done.

"What else do you expect us to say?" Y/n snapped. "We're in love and that's it. Have you ever been in love, Thomas? Have any of you ever been in love? If yes, you would have known it's not a choice. It's a feeling you can't control or get rid of."

Then Tommy understood it. His mind wandered to the time he met Grace, to the time he started falling for her. Y/n was damn right, love is a feeling that cannot be controlled, predicted or prevented.

Arthur cleared his throat. "Gentlemen, I think she might be right."

Y/n crossed her arms on her torso and sent a triumphant look to her father. "Nothing can do us apart. Just think about it, our relationship is a great reason to stop this war. Kind of like Romeo and Juliet, but without anyone dying!"

"We can't forget about our past that easily," the father looked spitefully at Tommy.

"Not forget, but forgive."

"Let bygones be bygones." Michael added, taking Y/n's hand in his.

They were right. It was the time to end the ridiculous conflict. Maybe Y/n and Michael's relationship could even give a beginning to an alliance between the Lovells and the Shelbys.

[character-palettes]

Character: Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Colors (left to right):

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Program used: Coolors

[designercereal]

CHEERS

If u haven't watched season 6 are u even living?????

[theebeekeeper]

Ultima temporada de Peaky Blinders

Ultima temporada de Peaky Blinders

Ultima temporada de Peaky Blinders vem para desvendar o destino da tia Polly. Além de mostrar quando o show se despede de Helen McCrory. ALERTA DE SPOILER: Este post contém detalhes sobre a 6ª temporada de Peaky Blinders.  Por mais que não pareça, já se passaram 889 dias desde que a BBC One exibiu o final da 5ª temporada da saga dos gangsters Peaky Blinders. Com a expectativa em alta, o primeiro…

[mlys05]

[peaky-f0cking-blinders]

Polly, at Tommy’s funeral: I need a moment with him.

Everyone: Of course *Leaves*

Polly, leaning over Tommy’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Tommy: Yeah, no shit.

[catebody]

lizzie shelby is the most underrated character in peaky blinders. everyone keep talking about grace, but truth is she was so noob and boring. lizze understood tommy because she was working herself she gave up everything to him and tried to help him. but he was to far gone in his tactics and ambitions.

[warnersister]

“Peaky Blinders Masterlist”

Headcannons📽️🎞️

👩‍🍼How the Peaky boys react when you tell them you don’t want children

👼How the Peaky boys react when they find out the reader is a virgin

Isaiah Jesus♟️

♟️Dark! Isaiah Jesus x Reader -> you try to leave him

♟️Best Interest -> after your brother Tommy turns violent during an altercation about your love interest Isaiah; you run to your eldest sibling, Arthur for comfort (request)

Michael Gray🎱

🎱Intoxicating Toxicity -> song based headcannon

🎱Your Lethal Hand -> Tom killed your husband and now you shall retaliate

🎱Tea in the Cotswolds -> Michael is tasked with entertaining a wealthy business associate’s daughter while the rest talk business (author’s fav🩷🩷)

Luca Changretta🚬

🚬ultimatum -> your brother Thomas has a decision to make: your life or many

Alfie Solomons🧸

🧸the silent treatment -> you can’t stay quiet and mad at him forever, not if Alfie can help it

🧸if you’ll have me -> the oddly timed belated visit to his synagogue gave reason for Alfie to keep visiting (Jewish reader)

🧸by the book of liviticus -> how Alfie acts while his wife practises being a niddah (Jewish reader)

Finn Shelby🎞️

🎞️Pre Traumatic Stress Disorder -> Finn sees his brothers’ wives comforting them when they have a PTSD episode, why can’t he tell a little white lie and get the same treatment from you?

Tommy Shelby🪖

🪖Best Interest -> after your brother Tommy turns violent during an altercation about your love interest Isaiah; you run to your eldest sibling, Arthur for comfort (request)

Arthur Shelby🍺

🍺Best Interest -> after your brother Tommy turns violent during an altercation about your love interest Isaiah; you run to your eldest sibling, Arthur for comfort (request)

[best-series-forever]

[character-palettes]

Character: Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Colors (left to right):

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Program used: Coolors

[ongawdclub]

P e a k y B l i n d e r s

[thecolebrothers]

Finn Cole as Jamie in Locked In. The film is now available on Netflix.

[hotdilfs11]

Mafia Boss-Thomas Shelby x Reader pt 1

✩summary: The Shelby knew this girl when she was very little. However, when her mother passed away (at 16) everything changed and everyone drifted away from each other. Now after seven years Veronica is a mafia boss in her fathers business. Her father. sent her to Birmingham on business, will this play off well?

✩pairings:girl named Veronica(POC) x Thomas Shelby

✩warnings:mention of death

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I’m a mafia boss, or soon to be. My father is the boss of The Hawthorns Estate, along with my brothers, who are my father's right hand. A little backstory: I grew up in Birmingham with my mother. I was always around the Shelby boys, especially Thomas ever. since I was a little girl. They were all older than me. John was 17, Thomas was 18, and Arthur was 21. Anyway, Tommy and I were so close that anytime I had a complaint about anyone, he'd be the one to back me up and protect me. However, that changed drastically when my mother got ill when I turned fifteen years old. She never got better and died a year later, after my sixteenth birthday. It was devastating to watch my mother die slowly. The Shelbys were there for me when she passed away, and they were also willing to take me in since I didn't know who my father was.

DAY OF FUNERAL IN THE CEMETERY

As the Shelbys and I started walking through the cemetery to put my mother to rest, Four black cars pulled up in a straight line before my mother's funeral. Two Jeeps, one BMW, and one big Land Rover Polly was behind me, reassuring me. She had her right hand on my shoulder and her pocketbook in her free hand. Tommy was beside me on the left, close to me, making sure no one could hurt me, then John and Arthur on the left and right behind me. All four of them were ferociously protecting me.

"Who the fuck is that?" Polly said with a mean British accent. She didn’t want anyone to bother me at all, especially at my mother's funeral. Poll and Thomas looked at each other in concern as the cars started parking one by one in the line at the cemetery. “Tommy, sit here with her”, Poll said as she started walking up to these mysterious black cars. Tommy nodded and stood closer to me. He put one of his rough hands around my waist. I felt the warmth radiating off of his hands as he squeezed my waist letting me sink into him.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Poll screamed at the parked cars. As Poll was walking up to the cars, two men started getting out. Big, bulky, and scary, in black suits with sunglasses. The men began to open the doors of the BMW and the Jeep. Four other men climbed out of the cars with suits on. One had curly hair, was dark-skinned, slightly built, and tall; he kind of looked like me. The other two had olive-colored skin, jet-black hair; they were also tall; however, one was a little bit shorter with a strong build, and the other was tall with a medium build. Then the last guy He was old, maybe fifty years old, pale, big-boned, and also tall; he had to be about “6’7”.

Tommy pulled me a little bit closer to his warm, muscular body; he was practically hovering over me. John and Arthur also inched closer to me, also standing behind Tommy.

"Who the fuck are you?” Poll says she is concerned about realizing how tall all of these men are, but she doesn't let that stop her one bit.

"Who the fuck are you, I may ask?” the older one said in a heavy Italian, New York.

"I asked you first," Polly said, walking up to him.

"That girl over there, I’m her father, and these are her brothers now; what are your relations with my daughter along with those three boys over there?" He says

Poll looked back at us, concerned, and then looked back at the guy she was talking to with a brave look painted on her face. "What’s your name, I might ask?" she says, looking up at the older gentleman.

"My name is Hamilton Hawthorn; these are my sons," he says as he starts pointing at each of them.

"My oldest Ambrose," he said, pointing to the one with the curly hair. "My second oldest Cyrus," he pointed to the tall one with the jet black hair, and finally, my youngest Alexander," he pointed to the shorter one with the slightly bigger build.

"Now my daughter over there is the second oldest out of all of them. I’ve come to get her; she’s coming to New York with me.” Hamilton demands

“Fuck," Polly whispers to herself, looking at her feet.

She turns away from Hamilton to look back at all of us. "Veronica dear, come please!" she yells in a sorrowful voice.

I hesitantly started walking to Polly; however, I got stopped by Tommy. He grabbed my hand, tightening his grip, and gave me an unsure expression along with the other Shelby boys. Polly sees what’s happening and yells, "It’s okay, boys." Tommy slowly lets go of my hand as I start to walk over to the strange man. I was feeling apprehensive as I got closer and closer to Polly, unsure about what was about to happen.

When I got to Polly, she grabbed my shoulder and gave me a weary smile as she said, "This is your father, Hamilton, and these are your brothers. Ambrose, Cyrus, and Alexander"

I frowned at Polly in confusion. "So that means..."

"It means you're not staying in Birmingham, dear. After this, we’ll have to say our goodbyes," she says as tears start to form in her eyes, but she still keeps a brave face.

"But I,I, no Polly,” my voice started to crack, scared for what was going to happen. I look back to see the Shelby boys standing there for one last time, and then I look at Polly with sadness painted on my face. Polly stands in front of me with a fearless look on her face. She grabbed both of my shoulders tight and said, “You are the bravest girl I’ve ever met. Braver than me when I was your age, and braver than those boys up there. I’m so bloody proud of you and what you've become." We both start to tear up, and we gracefully hug each other for a long time, not wanting to let go of each other.

When the funeral ended, I said my heartfelt goodbyes to each of the Shelbys and went off to New York.

[peaky-f0cking-blinders]

Tommy: My only talent is being stress.

Ada: Don’t you mean stressed?

Tommy: No.

[simp-ly-writes]

Betting on Hearts

Cross-over: Contemporary! Peaky Blinders x The Gentlemen (2024)

Pairing: Edward "Eddie" Horniman x afab!Shelby!Reader,

Summary: Being the main face to the (legal*) Shelby Business Empire, you too dabble with the less than legal side when prompted to (against your Brother's wishes). So when a certain Duke and Glass Family start stirring things up on your doorstep, you decide to seduce the duke into compliance but maybe, Eddie had the same idea for you too...

Warnings: 5000~ words, depictions of blood, overprotective siblings, emotional manipulation (seduction), reader is a bit... much. Probably some other tags that I am forgetting

A/N: more notes later.

Masterlist | Taglist Request | read-through and edited.

↳ The Shelby empire was dominant in many industries and with you being among the middle children, just behind your three older brother's, you mainly took to the newer parts of the business but you of course wrangled your way to the darker sides as well no matter how much your family protested (except for Polly, she openly cheered you on before her untimely passing)

↳ You were the Queen of import/export, the face to the Gin company and co-owner to your new digital sports betting app, your younger sister Ada had stepped in to help you manage it all. Using the earnings from the gambling you put it towards the branding and advertisements of your other departments and the greater Shelby corporation

↳ Arthur, the spirited yet your mentally-barley-afloat brother as he drank half the gin you supplied to his section of the business or found himself high as a kite while insisting on keeping your hands as clean as possible, coming with you on every assignment. Arthur maintained his "Garrison" bars across the country, moving on to establish high dining and was currently trying to stick the Shelby name into hotel management.

↳ John, a man that carried a huge heart with his irresistible charm and humor. He (while trying to convince the youngest, Finn to join him) managed the productions and manufacturing of each one of your industries. Supplying the parts, the bottles and ingredients, alongside the construction materials for every one of Arthur's expansions alongside supplying for your... darker dealings. The company, to a degree, was self-sustainable

↳ And of course, you had Thomas, the mastermind of the whole empire and the one you reported every minuscule detail to at the end of the day. You wouldn't call him kind, but he was considerate to a degree. You could always count on him to protect you where other's have failed but that also caused the greatest conflict between the two of you. It was hard, managing family verses business with him, lines always threatening to be crossed as your relationship was strained. Thomas respected you deeply, you had stuck with him when the rest of the family fell apart and offered him new perspectives to cultivating legal business. Yet he was too protective of you, he couldn't stand to lose you and openly admitted that you where his first choice if he needed to choose who would live

↳ In recent times, your family was playing chess against with a rising power called the Glass family who not so suitably started poking their fingers into your sectors, fixing your gambling sites with their newest expansions. You chuckled to yourself within Tommy's house. The men reported on the new business the Glass family had established, a boxing ring as you shoved Arthur in his chair with a teasing smile.

"Remember when you wanted to become a boxer, brother?" Arthur flips you the finger, a frown emerging from his moustache as he pours himself another drink, mumbling about you being a spoiled little brat yet you don't bother to catch the end of it.

The spy coughs, returning all of your attention back as Thomas glares at you both to hold yourselves, John's face has gone red trying to conceal his laughter at the childish faces you pull at him as Thomas throws his hand up, signalling for the man to continue.

"They have been having some difficulties in expanding their weed enterprise as well, we are still trying to get to the bottom of as to why this is as the documentation we have stolen shows nothing out of the sorts." A series of copied folders and photographs are then spread against the hardwood table as your painted nails sort through each stack, categorizing them in sequential order. Your green nail taps on top of a dead mans face thoughtfully stroking his cheek as you look at the bullet hole placed in between his eyes, "And what is the backstory to this incident exactly?" you comment.

The spy looks towards Thomas who already looks bored, there was nothing of significance to be said just yet but this newest bit of information had him raising as eyebrow. "Well, that kill was confirmed to be done by the new Duke of Halstead as I were one of the men stationed to dispose of it."

The spy throws another bundle on the table labelled, "The Duke." You excitedly snatch the manila folder quicker than anyone else at on the table as your eyes dart across every picture and piece of information you can grasp. Captain, Aristocrat, Medals... More Medals, Service, First Place, Honour Roll, Head Boy, Family Strain, oh... Your thoughts pause, cheeks heating when you flick up a stapled bundle of papers, a defined uniform, blue beret. The next page a Polo champion in college and deep black suit for the funeral. Slamming the folder shut, all eyes snap to the sudden noise.

"We are joining the upper echelon of society, brothers! Do let me meet up with him- I promise not to disappoint," you plead, already knowing that you are perfect for the mission. You and the Duke were both public-facing faces with one foot in reality and another in the pits. It would be a simple mission really, you convince yourself and your brothers as they immediately protest to the idea. Step in, seduce, convince him to sign-out and step out- as simple as that.

You look at Thomas, eyes strong, eyebrows furrowed as you level his stare. "You know I'm the only who can properly do this job, Thomas and if it does not work out, we can just kill them off just like the last, right?" The spy departs, bowing his head before speedily turning out of the room as tension only rises in the room, getting caught in your throat as you hitch your breath watching as Tommy's mouth moves into an echoing, "fine."

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↳ So here you sat, in your covered box from the sun at the races. You clapped joyfully with a smile spreading your cheeks. You tip your hat down, seeing your bets adding up on your card as Ada cheered loudly beside you, leaning over the railing as she praises your chosen racer. Interviews for the sportsmen start as the Jockey casts a wink up at your sister. Ada throws down a business card the he clutches, placing it in his breast pocket with a tap to his chest before continuing to answer the post-race questions.

"Have yourself a date?" you tease out, picking up your spiked lemonade to hide your smile curving up into a knowing smirk. "Well you are one to talk sis, I heard down the grapevine that you had a certain duke chasing after you like Cinderella," Ada rebuttals, fixing herself a drink at the cart as you eye the three shots of vodka she stirs in, "isn't that a bit much for..." you look down at your wrist-watch, "...1PM? We do have dinner at Arthur's later tonight you know."

"We all can use a pick-me-up every now and then," she comments as you hum out, eyeing up your singular shot drink before shifting further down the couch to create space for her as she removes a pillow, placing it on her lap as she kicks off her heels and sets her feet up upon the coffee table. "Now, you didn't answer my question, go on then," she sasses, setting her drink down and leaning closer to you with knowing eyes gleaming into your own.

You roll your eyes, face going red while pushing her face away from your own as she laughs, "So you do have the hots for him!"

"No, its just that a second sun is bursting in my face and plus, we could never work," you retort, now refusing to meet her chasing eyes as she grips your hand. "Oh, come on (name)! details, details! don't leave me hanging here, thats brothers work," Ada presses forward just as your resolve crumbles. You place a hand to the bride of your nose, pinching as you eyes squeeze shut. "I won't repeat myself so listen closely," you start recalling the first day you met Captain and Duke, Edward Horniman.

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↳ Running around your house, asking various staff members of your estate as to where your old mail had been distributed you felt around the thin papers and pages till you felt weight and lifted out the invitation from the stack. Mr. Johnston's Estate invites you to his quarterly festivities, your fingers trace over the pressed letters and seal before looking towards your closet

↳ You had worn a tailored dress that perfectly accentuated your body for tonights assignment. Within a closer inspection, various hand stitched black branches and birds spread across the top sheer level of fabric set to a black backdrop. Your hair was pinned upwards, showcasing the glowing skin of your neck and upper chest that you spent way too much time blending in with your makeup.

↳ You suitably leaned against the bar-top, feet already sore from the high heels you wore to make your legs appear longer and by the looks around the room, your plan of seduction was already in the works as a woman ordered a drink for the two of you. Her red lipstick simmering brightly under the dim lights, beckoning you in closer yet you held your resolve. Thanking her for the drink while placing a hand on her own before walking towards the neighbouring room. Feeling her stare as you left, you offered her a floating kiss before turning the corner.

↳ The windows were open as you walked down the long hall towards the cheers as multiple guests played various card games within the billiards room, you pulled the sleeves of your dress down further as you dropped the drink on a floating tray- it's sickeningly sweet taste formed a headache as you pinched your temples.

↳ You strolled around the room, smiling at every face that met yours, shaking hands with others as you enjoyed watching every. single. face. fall in recognition to who they were just flirting with. Stuttering apologies, you grew disappointed when their eyes drifted cautiously around the room for a threat of a man, one of your brothers. You scoff at this, turning towards the next.

↳ With the most recent man that was trying to capitalize on the half-attention you were giving him, absent-mindlessly nodding along to his business proposition as you both strolled around the estate, you found yourselves back at the entrance as your eyes snapped over to the late party-goers just making their arrivals, one of them being just the man you were waiting for as he stumbles through the open doors.

His beauty stumps you in person, the blurry pictures you obtained from at the table do not do the man justice as he practically glows under the warm lighting above. His hair tussled in a wind-swept way as your hands itch to fix every strand. Chocolate eyes are all you want to drink in before your attention is being called back as you start to glare at the intrusion.

"So what do you think, Mademoiselle Shelby?" the man asks to you, hand starting to drift up your arm, another on your leg before your eyes snap back down to his face from over the crowd. You rip your arm away from his touch, sending him a cold smile as you fix the lapels of his jacket for him, gripping the suit closest to his neck as you pull him closer to you. Any outside looker would think your reaction to be a romantic display yet by the sweat starting to form at his hairline, you were receiving just the reaction you wanted.

"I have no interest in working with a boy who already starts to sweat at the mere touch of a woman," and with that you drop him, watching as he falls into a group of people who all glare down at him, stepping around as he scrambles out the backdoor. You fix your appearance in your phones camera before making your way towards your mission.

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Edward Horniman's Perspective

Re-buttoning his suit jacket, he places his keys in the hands of a staff-member while making his way up the stairs. Susie had been waiting for him in the lobby rather impatiently, her foot tapping against the tiled floors as she dully looked at the floral decorations that hug around the vaulted space before her eyes snapped to Eddie form spinning around to face her.

"You look a bit shit," she says while eyeing him up and down, taking notice to the small amount of blood beginning to form at his side with distaste.

"Remind me why we're here?" Eddie states, taking the conversation reigns as he begins to glance around the room. Susie begins walking closer to him, making their way out of the foyer.

"We are here to learn why Uncle Sam wants in to your estate and subsequently our Business," Susan replies, a subtle shake of her head as if ringing out the terrible idea of it all. Her feet start to falter as she instantly notices you stepping into the room behind them both with a champagne flute delicately place in your hand.

"Then whats his business?" Eddie pushes forwards, moving them both through the sea of people as Susie snaps her head back forwards, doing her best to maintain composure and not cause a scene as she allows Eddie to guide her further into the estate.

"Meth. He's made billions from it."

"Then what are you, Susan, a drug dealer with a heart?" Eddie question's, raising a brow as he stops to pick them both up a drink. A small smile spreading across his lips as they chime together before Susie proceeds to down the rest of it.

"Everything alright?" concern now rising in his features as he looks around the room, his gaze stopping, breath intaking sharply at the sight of you. He is unable to tear his gaze away as you turn your head to face him, you offer a small smile. Eyeing the man from his shoes, the seam of his pants, his neck that swallow deeply as your hand rises from your side, up to your collarbones as you delicately play with the necklace you wear. You finally stop at his eyes as you mouth a cheeky hello before turning around back towards the bar.

Susie still remains looking at her now empty drink, unknowing to Eddie's distraction by the sound of the crowd as she continues conversation normally. "We like money just as the next man, but his gear comes with a rather violent price tag. We stay in our lane because comparatively, its a peaceful one. We let him in, carnage will follow."

Susie now looks up, noticing that Eddie had not replied to her speech as she follows his gaze to your back as your fingers play with the lip of your cup. You laugh at whatever the bartender had just said to you before your glass has been topped off once more, you turn around, flashing them both a smile before slowly making your way closer to them.

Eddie takes a step forwards, wishing to meet you halfway before Susie reigns him in, nails digging into the arm of his suit jacket as she pulls him back to her side.

"I don't think you are quite ready for the big leagues, Captain-" Susan warns, looking at the side of Eddies face before he turns back to her, a charming smile accentuating his features before he speaks.

"I just killed a man, Susie. I think I can handle speaking to a woman-"

"Hm, well thats just not any ordinary woman, Edward. That is Miss. Shelby- the possible saviour to every one of our problems if we did not already... push some buttons," Susie states, smile waning as you get progressively closer, many people still try and gain your attention as you hold up your hand, wishing not to be disturbed.

"And there's room to fix that I'm sure, but what exactly did WE do?" Before Susie could answer, your heels are in front of Eddies dress shoes as you extend a hand forwards in greeting. "Miss. Shelby," Susie greets you with a composed look, her smile dropped as she tries to stare through you.

Edward picks up your hand, pressing a kiss on to the back of it as you hold hands for longer than necessary before pulling away. "Your Grace, Miss. Glass," you greet, "a pleasure it is to see you both here tonight." Your voice is like honey, hanging in the air as you smile at them both.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss. Shelby," Edward replies, noticing Susie's mock indifference as she shifts her weight slightly under your faux-gentle eyes; sharped to a cutting-stare as you strike her down. "You two make a rather charming couple, if I may ask, how recent is this development?" you question, hiding your growing smirk in your drink as Eddie's gaze falls to your lips and the print you leave against the glass, snapping back up to your eyes- yours crinkle in a second greeting.

"You have yourself mistaken, Myself and Miss. Glass are merely business associates," Eddie clarify as you set your glass gently on the bar-top, hand brushing against Eddies bicep in the movement. Your eyes continue to lock on to one another, a silent conversation being played as you lean a bit closer, taking a deeper look at his features as you notice Eddies gaze roam your's own. In that moment, Susie decides to step back into the conversation.

"What does your family want?" she deadpans, eyeing the closing distance between you and Eddie with hardened eyes as her hand threatens to crush the glass in her hand. "Well, by the looks of it, your business had became my business, thanks to your mingling," you charismatically charm, hand hovering on Eddies arm as you adore the jealous look brewing inside her.

"And if you two are merely just associates, I think this calls for a more... personal discussion with the Duke since our businesses are now becoming tied together, is that not tight Susie?" you finish with as Eddie looks between the two of you, undeceiving of who to follow alongside. But by the look of your eyes snapping to his lips once more as you tongue swipes across your own, parting them slightly- his decision is made.

"I will be back in a moment, Susie," Edward says, following in-step as you lead him out of the crowded space. Just as Eddie reaches the hall, he casts his head back, sending Susie a knowing look as if to say, I'm fixing it before disappearing. Susie glares at your lipstick stained glass sat on the counter with distaste before being led towards Mr. Johnston by his assistant.

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Your Perspective

Success, you cheer to yourself, as you loop your arm around Eddies arm, leading him towards a nearby study you know to be empty. The door softly closes behind you both. In the next moment, you pull Eddies arm to his side, shoving him against the door as it rattles from the impact.

Eddie's eyes are blown wide as he hisses out slightly in pain, forgetting about the gun-shot wound before becoming distracted by the feeling of your soft lips against his own. Your heels make you tall enough to capture his lips into a delicate battle of heated touches, your skirt being bunched up by Eddies hands, your gentle caresses of the stubble of his cheeks as playful bite his lower lip, wishing to explore more.

Gasping for air as you pull away, you further taint his skin a deep red to match his lips you coated in your lipstick. Pressing a kiss at the side of his mouth as he whispers out a tease before you trail over to his cheek, paving a way to his chin and down his neck as his head raises, exposing more skin for your greedy lips. He grips your hips, keeping you in place as you suck a mark onto the base of his neck. A soft moan escaping between his lips before an equally greater hiss as blood continues to pour out of his side.

You take a step back, gently opening his jacket, your eyes cast upwards, through your lashes as you playfully pout. You place a palm at his inner thigh, watching as his eyes grow in size as your hand drifts just past the growing bulge in his pants- stopping slightly before the wound as you hum out thoughtfully while looking at it.

"My, my, your grace. Whatever do you have here?" You rhetorically ask before pressing your hand into the opening, listening as he hisses out, hands swiftly moving off your hips and onto your hand as they pull your touch off of him side.

"You little fucking temptress," Eddie curses out, eyes darkened as his tongue sweeps over his lips, you take a few steps back. The Duke presses himself off the wall, taking wide strides as your hands begin to sweat yet you do not break eye contact. Continuing to swiftly walk backwards as best you can in heels before tripping over a rug and falling against the back of a chair.

Eddie's arms cage you in against the chair, your breath hitching as he places his face within the crook of your neck. His facial hair tickling your skin, a soft burn forming with every word he speaks, "Now tell me, Miss. Shelby, what is it you want from me?"

You swallow. Hard. Knuckles turning white at the force you grip the chair with before trying to compose yourself, a shaky breath you exhale conceal in a moan. Pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear, "I want you to kiss me, Eddie," you murmur, hand fixing those curls you wanted to from the start. Your fingers curl around a few strands within an instant as Eddie sucks a bruise to your neck, licking the area afterwards. "What are you here for?" he questions once more as you shake your head, wondering how far you can truly push this.

"No. That was not a proper kiss, sir. Kiss me." You state again, taking a deep breath in as victory when Eddie pulls away, eyes boring into your own, blood now tainting the band of his pants as your eyes flicker down to it. Your chin is gripped as Eddie pulls you into that proper kiss you were begging for but he pulls away too quickly as you press your lips together to hide your frown. Your cheeks were warm, hair a mess, your chest raises up and down like you had just ran a mile.

Edward appears in the same state as he stumbles back, hand gripping his side, eyes tipping down to your chest before snapping back up with a cold look- you needed to answer, couldn't have your signature bleeding out before he could sign.

"I need you out of my bettings, your grace," you breathily state, hand placed on your chest as you feel your heart-rate still bumping fast. You take deeper intakes of air, feeling for your heart starting to slow as you watch Eddie crunch over, blood-loss starting to make him go dizzy.

You swiftly stand and hobble towards the desk, finding a first aid kit in one of the lower drawers as you unknowingly bend down in front of Eddie as he curses you out once more, you look back, murmuring an apology before standing up straight and beginning to make work of his clothes, jacket off, tie discarded and shirt unbuttoned, you pluck the remnants of the bullet out from his side.

Eddie grits his teeth together, hands curled into fists as he watches you work, your tweezers poking into his muscle. "If you would stop watching me so closely, maybe I could focus more and poke you less," you sass, looking up at his while blowing the hair out of your eye. Eddie fixes the stand behind your ear before raising his hand once more. "Well just a minute ago you were practically on your knees begging for me to look at you," Eddie responds with a smirk, you huff and maintain your work, gathering the last bits of metal before treating the area and wrapping his torso snuggly.

The Duke's blood stains your hands as you look down at them thoughtfully. The thick liquid cascades off your fingertips, falling onto your dress, marking a pair of birds. "You owe me a new dress," you say, wiping your hands with the small cloth the kit provided before taking a stand. You start to walk away before Eddie grasps your arm, you pause mid-step, feet now plated in wait.

"Thank you, Miss. Shelby. I will sign to never fix a game with your business if you promise to have a meeting with Miss. Glass and I," Edward compromises, letting go of your arm and watches as you walk towards the exit, "I don't think you are in any position to make compromises, nevertheless demands, Edward. But... I'll keep you updated on my decision," and with that you close the door softly behind yourself for him to get dressed. Pressing your forehead to the wooden surface, you grip your hands into fists before settling your head up high as you descend the stairs and move towards the coat room. You sneak your keys and coat before slipping out the side door and walk towards your car.

A series of hastened footsteps against the gravel have you rolling down the window to your Range Rover, foot on the brake, hands on the wheel- ready to make haste. You do your best not to be surprised when the Duke's face greets you on the other side, a I know something you don't smile resting on his features as you raise a brow to it.

"We never exchanged contacts," he states to you casually, as if it were the weather. You hum out, analyzing his statement while look out the windshield before looking back at him. Light rain begins to fall as you press a lingering kiss to his cheek, "I will find you in due time, you and Miss. Glass. Have a good night, your grace." And with that, you roll up your window, and drive off underneath the moonlight.

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You take a deep sip of your drink as Ada sits still, mouth open as you swear to be losing circulation to you hand. Pins and needles start to form at your fingertips form how tightly she holds onto your hand. "Fuck, sis. Sounds like you got him good," Ada says, barley able to conceal her smile.

Shaking your head you take a deep sip of your near melted lemonade before clearing your throat and checking for the time, it would be an hour's drive from here, you both had to leave soon. "Well even if I have managed to, 'get him good...'" you raise your hands in quotations, starting to mock even the idea of you two together yet your heart speaks otherwise, beating rapidly in your chest as you recount the feeling of his lips on yours. The small hickey on your neck still bruised as you wonder if his has healed since then.

Ada raises a brow, watching as you absent-mindedly reach up towards your mark, fingers circling around the mark as you continue to speak, "...Tommy would never allow it-"

"Fuck what Tommy thinks, he's not you. Do YOU want to see him again?" Ada cuts you off, a serious look taking over every feature, tightening into sharp lines- as if daring you to say else-wise.

You refuse to meet her eyes, looking outside to the near empty tracks, "I mean..."

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↳ A/N: What did you all think? I am quite happy with this being a standalone but I am willing to write a pt.2. If you have any ideas as to where it could go- send an ask, DM, or comment and I'll see what can be done further :) (i'm also taking a break soon... maybe... probably).