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Masterlist:

// Prompt List //

(**) Indicates Smut (18+ Content)

Made: 9/12/2020

Updated: 7/14/2021

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Peaky Prompts Requests:

Thomas Shelby:

“There it is...that smile.” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

** “Lost Senses” **  ~  Based off fluff prompt 8. Dom!Tom xSub!Fem Reader

“Whatever Works” ~ Based off fluff prompt 11 and angst prompt 15. Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Bets & Beatings”  ~ Based off angst prompts 8 & 16. Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“I’m Not Letting You Walk Home Alone.” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“You Owe Me One.” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader  

“Mistakes” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Golden Ring” ~  Part 1 | Part 2  Thomas Shelby x Reader

“Borrowed Time” ~ Based off angst prompts 4 and 17. Thomas Shelby x Shelby!Sister Reader

“Caps & Crowns” ~ Based off humor prompt 6. Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Terrible Two’s” ~ Based off humor prompt 15. Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“I’ll Follow You Into The Dark” ~ Based off fluff prompt 1. Thomas Shelby x Reader (they/them)

John Shelby:

“Stay” ~ Based off fluff prompt 6. John Shelby x F!Reader

Finn Shelby:

“Horsing Around” ~ Based on off humor prompt 14. Finn Shelby x Reader (they/them)

Michael Gray:

“Revenge” ~ Based off angst prompts 2 & 3. Michael Gray x F!Reader

Alfie Solomons:

“Wakeup Call” ~ Based off angst prompt 15 and humor prompt 4. Alfie Solomons x Reader (they/them)

Bonnie Gold:

“The Fair” ~ Based off fluff prompt 10. Bonnie Gold x Reader

Imagine/Oneshot Requests:

Thomas Shelby:

“Drowning” ~ Thomas Shelby x Sister!Reader (OC: Evelyn Shelby)

“Piece by Piece” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Roses” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader, Finn Shelby x F!Reader

“What Friends Are For” ~ Thomas Shelby x Best Friend!/F!Reader

“For The Family” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Reap What You Sow” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Little White Lies” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“The Proposal” ~ Thomas Shelby x Reader (they/them)

Ada Thorne:

“Key to My Heart” ~ Ada Thorne x F!Reader

Bonnie Gold:

“North Star” ~ Bonnie Gold x F!Reader

Johnny Dogs:

“A Secret Life” ~ Johnny Dogs x F!Reader

“New Beginnings” ~ Johnny Dogs x F!Reader

Arthur Shelby:

“Mending Hearts” ~ Arthur Shelby x F!Reader

John Shelby:

“Cookies, Tea, & Ass-Grabs” ~ John Shelby x Esme (Lee) Shelby

Isiah Jesus:

“Out of All People” ~ Isiah Jesus x Shelby!Sister

Shelby Family:

“A Sister’s Intuition” ~ Shelby Family x Shelby!Sister Reader

Requested Fics & Original Works:

Thomas Shelby:

** “Deal with the Devil” ** ~ Multi-part Series ~ Thomas Shelby x Isla Maxwell (OC)

“Unfinished Business” ~  Part 1 | Part 2  Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Tea Party” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Just Business” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“House Calls” ~ Part 1 | Part 2  ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“To the Moon” ~ Part 1 | Part 2 ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader (Part 1) - Thomas Shelby x Anna Shelby (OC/Daughter) (Part 2)

** “The Day-Shift” ** ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Swan Lake” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

** “London Affairs” ** ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

Shelby!Sister:

“Burnt Toast” ~ Polly Gray/The Shelby’s x Shelby!Sister Reader

“Trouble Maker” ~ Thomas Shelby x Shelby!Sister Reader 

Finn Shelby:

“Trust Issues” ~ Finn Shelby x F!Reader

Bonnie Gold:

“Whiskey Glasses” ~ Bonnie Gold x F!Reader

“Butterflies 🦋 “ ~ Part 1 | Part 2 ~ Bonnie Gold x F!Reader

Michael Gray:

“Letting Go” ~ Michael Gray x Reader

“The Mask” ~ Michael Gray x F!Reader

** “Silver Linings” ** ~ Alfie Solomons x Adopted Daughter!Reader + Michael Gray x Alfie’s Adopted Daughter!Reader

Tatiana Petrovna:

“Russian Roulette”  ~ Tatiana Petrovna x Thomas Shelby

Holiday & Other Headcanons:

“Friends & Foes”  ~ Arthur Shelby x Johnny Dogs

“Ring Leader” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Costumes” (Halloween Headcanons) ~ Peaky Blinders x Reader

“College Headcanons: Modern!Peaky Blinders Edition” ~ Part 1 | Part 2

“College Headcanons: Modern!Alfie Solomons Ask”

Holiday Mood Boards & Blurbs/Drabbles:

“Father Christmas” ~ John & Esme Shelby

“Under The Mistletoe” ~ John & Esme Shelby

** “Christmas Vacation” ** ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

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Hi love.❤️❤️ Can I please get a Tommy x reader with your prompt no 6. - You may wear the cap, but I wear the crown? Have a lovely day! Hope you're not piled up in work and hope I'm not being a bother. If you do decide to write this, do take all the time you'd like.

Hello! and thank you! I hope you have a nice day as well. :)

A/N: This ended up being more on the angsty side than the humorous side but I hope you like it!

Caps & Crowns:

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Slight humor, Fighting, Drinking, etc.

Word Count: 778 (Sorry it’s a little short!)

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: Y/n finds out her husband has left to go out with his friends, leaving her to pick up the slack in the company.

Requested by: @fifty-shadesof-tommyshelby

Arthur, Tommy, and John walked drunkenly through the streets of Small Heath, the fog from the cold night nipping at their exposed hands as they took sips from a shared bottle of whiskey. The hours prior were a blur to them while on their rare night out away from the business. The night consisted of drinking at various pubs, Tommy and John running amuck, and Arthur getting in one-too-many fist fights. 

As they giddily walked through the doors of the betting shop, they noticed how dark and empty it was, except for a dim light coming out of Tommy’s office. When Tommy walked in, he saw Y/n sitting at his desk pouring over countless stacks of papers, a look of frustration on her face.

“Y/n? why are you here so late?” Tommy asked, taking in her tired expression as his eyesight blurred. Arthur and John stayed outside the room sitting against the mahogany walls and drinking the rest of the bottle as they listened in, knowing something was bound to go down.

“While you all were out doing god knows what and god knows who, I decided Polly and the rest of us girls would take on the paperwork you received. I figured you wouldn’t mind.” She said, taking a swig of whiskey from one of the many crystal glasses he had. Tommy sighed audibly and looked at her as she signed the company name on another page.

“Y/n that was mine to go through. Who do you think you are aye?” He said, walking over to her and tugging the pen out of her hand before she could sign another document. 

Y/n stared at her now empty hand, feeling herself grow hot with anger. She turned in her seat and stood up, looking him in the eyes. She was often the only one who could talk any sense into him.

“First of all Thomas, I’m your fucking wife. The least you could do is tell me when you’re going to be going out with your brothers. Especially when it’s for the majority of the day. You know how scary it is not knowing where you are when you constantly have people after you. Secondly, because you were too busy neglecting your business, I picked up the slack for all three of ya. We’re supposed to help each other you know. It’s a two way fucking street Thomas.” Y/n said sternly before walking over to get her coat. 

“Do you want a cap? Are you the new leader now or something? Making all these decisions without me?” Tommy asked snarkily, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.

Y/n chuckled before walking towards him, a coldness to her eyes as she looked at her husband. 

“I might as well be with how you’ve been lately. But here I am trying to help you and the boys. I’m always helping you. But you know what? without me you’d be drowning. Drowning in papers, drowning in your thoughts, drowning in all the shit you get yourself into. Soon you’ll realize that I’m needed here, how else do you think we’ve kept the shop running recently?” She said and turning to walk out the door. Tommy stood there thinking about what she said, knowing she was right but not wanting to admit it.

She smiled before placing her hand on the doorknob, chuckling to herself. 

“What’s so funny aye? Clearly you have more to say.” He said coming closer to her.

“It’s so funny how you get so caught up in this life, forgetting who’s held you up for so long...I just want to you to remember that I’ll always have a bit of a say because I love you. I need you to realize that you may wear the cap...but I wear the crown.” She said before walking out, not bothering to kiss Tommy or say goodbye to any of them.

Tommy stood there as Arthur and John stood up sloppily from the floor, laughing as they did so.

“Damn Tommy, she really ripped you a new one. You sure she’s not taking your place?” John asked. 

“No, she’s not. Not yet” He said smirking and lighting another cigarette.

“So what are we to do Tom?” Arthur asked.

“Well boys, I hate to say it but our fun is over for now. John, you go fetch us some gin, Arthur you get the type writer ready.” He said.

“What are you going to do?” John asked, walking towards Tommy’s office.

“I’m going to pick up where she left off. We have work to do.” He said before reluctantly staring at the massive pile of paperwork on his desk.

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Whatever Works:

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Descriptions/Mentions of PTSD, Pregnancy, Swearing.

Word Count: 816

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Request: So I for real can’t remember if this was requested by anyone? Maybe I dreamed it up? Idk. All I know is that I may have seen it in my inbox and now it’s gone. My only proof of ever having it was bc I put it on my WIP list lmao. It’s fine. So anyway, if you’re reading this and feel that this was from the prompt list you requested, then I hope you enjoy lol. It’s from my Peaky Prompts List #11 under Fluff and #15 under Angst. 

Requested by: Anon?? Maybe?? Idk Tumblr is fucked up.

Summary: After a late-night episode keeps Tommy awake, Y/N tries her best to wait him out and tries to console him despite her own problems.

You looked at Thomas as he sat at his desk, the gears in his mind shifting as he thought of a plan, like always. He was always thinking of his next move, no matter the situation. His eyes were sunken, with dark circles making more of an appearance than before. Looking more like a dead mans eyes than your husband’s. The nights were long and grim ever since he got back from France all those years ago, not knowing himself or even his surroundings at times as he glanced back at his reflection in the dust covered mirror.

He stared aimlessly out the window, as you silently watched him from the doorway, the smell of his cigarette smoke filling your nose and inevitably your lungs as the night dragged on.

“Thomas?” You whispered, not wanting startle him completely.

“Have you been there this whole time?” He asked, turning around in his seat. His voice dull and terrifyingly low.

“If I say no will that make this easier on you?” You asked, walking in and sitting in one of the chairs near his desk.

“Make what easier, love?” He asked, taking another drag of his cig before darting his eyes to yours.

“All of this.” You gestured vaguely at him. He raised his brow at you as you continued. The moonlight shining on his slender face.

“The waiting Thomas...The waiting for the shovels to stop scraping. The waiting for you to come back to bed. The waiting for you to be here, and I mean actually being here, in the present, love. You think you can keep this up but you fucking can’t...” You said, taking a deep breath, trying not to get worked up.

“You don’t have to wait up for me Y/N. I can handle myself. I can handle my...whatever this is.” He said mimicking your gesture to himself and pointing at his head before sighing in frustration. You walked over to him, taking his free hand in yours, looking at his bruised knuckles and cut up fingers, probably from gripping his cap too tightly during a fight.

“You always say that Tommy...how about you let me help you for a change? Let me bring you back to reality for a second?” You asked. Bringing his sore knuckles to your lips as you kissed them.

He put his cigarette out and placed his hand over yours, sighing as he looked down at them.

“Help how?” He asked quietly.

“By letting me into that pretty head of yours....I am your wife after all.....I just want you to be okay. I just want you to be here for me...for us.” You said, hearing the last word slip out of your mouth that you told yourself a week prior to keep in until the right time.

“Us?” He asked, his sullen mood shifting.

“I was going to tell you this week, but I never got the chance...because you were on business. You’re going to be a father Tommy.” You said, desperately watching his face for any expression.

He looked up at you, a spark in his eyes appearing that wasn’t there before, and a small smile playing at his lips.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah. Found out last week.” You said as he pulled you in for a quick kiss. When you pulled away you sighed, putting your hands on his chest.

“I didn’t mean for that to be the reality check, but whatever works right?” You said, looking up at him.

“Whatever works.” He said staring at you as he held you in his arms, not wanting to let you go.

“You’re my good luck charm, you know that?” He asked.

“Yes.” You said, nodding.

“Then I want you to know that anything I’ve lived through, is because you were there to guide me. You were in the back of my mind when I was digging the tunnels, you were there when I got back, you were there for me when I took over the company, you’re here during my darkest moments, and now you’re here with me, by my side. You’ll always be with me. And I’m gonna try to be there for you now.” He said, seeing him slowly turn back into himself again.

You kissed him once more, letting your forehead touch his as you took in the moment.

“I know a way you can be there for me...” You said, draping your arms over his shoulders lazily.

“Yeah?” He said, smiling back for a change.

“Come back to bed. We both need the sleep love.” You said.

“Is that all?” He said looking down at you.

“Follow me and find out...” You said, gently breaking from his embrace and heading out of the office. His steps were dragging close behind, a smirk playing at your lips as you led him up to the bedroom where the plush queen bed was waiting for you both.

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Borrowed Time:

(Pic creds to YouTube)

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Descriptions/Mentions of War, PTSD, Anxiety, Mentions of Gore, Sibling Cuteness. 

Word Count: 1,261

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Shelby!Sister Reader

Request: “Hello hello, can I ask a angst prompt with 4 and 17? Thank youu in advance 💕”

Requested by: @dreamwastakenx​

Summary: Y/N visits her older brother Thomas after hearing of his arrival from France, but just like the rest of the men who were lucky enough to come home, they all brought part of the war with them.

Tommy sat with his back against the door, the yelling from downstairs pounding at his skull whilst the sounds of shovels scraped at his brain. He felt his throat tighten and his ribs ache as he looked around the room which was still made up like he left it. It had been a whole 24 hours since he’d gotten back from France, but it felt like he’d never left.

John and Arthur yelled downstairs about the business details and who got which jobs, nearly knocking each other out on the cold wooden floors with the dark cabinets taking the brunt of their blows. The business was left to them, and their aunt was the only one able to keep it afloat until yesterday.

Tommy listened as their shouting carried out into the streets of Small Heath, knowing they’d probably find a way to make up before the night was over, preferably over a bottle of whiskey and cigars.

Being the more level-headed and clever one of the three, Tommy agreed to run the business alongside their aunt Polly, despite his own issues that he hadn’t had the time nor the chance to think about until he got home.

“In and out....in and out.” He said to himself while he tried to calm his breathing and his racing heart. The shouts from the men and the earsplitting sounds of bombs wreaking havoc on his mind as he sat in the safety of his room. He stared anxiously at the intricate wallpaper, not knowing if someone would burst through to save him or to kill him. But he sat there, frozen as the shovels slowly stopped, the images of the tunnels flashing through his mind as he looked on at nothing in particular. Staring off into space like he did on many nights while on guard duty.

Putting his head in his hands, he ran his fingers through his hair and cried. The memories of mere hours ago coming back like a tidal wave. The haunting screams echoing through the tunnels, the stench of rotting flesh-wounds and decaying bodies filling the air of the trenches, and the moans of the wounded men filling his every thought.

“You’re safe. You’re safe. It’s over.” He mumbled as he curled into himself, putting his aching arms around his legs and bringing his knees up, like his little brother Finn would do when he’d been upset all those years ago.

Light footsteps coming up the rickety stairs broke him out of his trance-like state, making him jump a bit.

“Thomas? Are you there?” A voice asked. It was one he knew all too well. A voice that always pulled at his heart no matter how hardened of a person he had become.

“Wh-who is it?” He asked just to make sure, his ribs still aching as he waited for a response.

“It’s Y/N....May I come in?” She asked.

“Yes.” He said, wiping a tear from his eye as he got up from the floor and went to pour himself some whiskey.

“I came over to see if you boys wanted to go out and celebrate a bit...“ Y/N said, glancing around the room, both of their bodies distorted in the dust-covered mirror hanging on the wall nearby.

“What is there to celebrate?” He asked, sniffling as he ran a hand through his hair.

“What’s not? The wars over, all three of my brothers came home, and you get to have a new career.” Y/N said optimistically.

Tommy sighed and stared off out the window, the whiskey swishing in his glass as he spoke.

“We died there, Y/N. The war isn’t over, not for me. Not for John. Not for Arthur. It’s still going on. No amount of peaky business can take that away...Yes we made it home, but we’re still haunted...we’re all here on borrowed time.” He said.

Y/N sighed and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around her brother in a tight hug.

“I should’ve came over sooner, knowing that you were struggling... I’m sorry. I should’ve been there to help you just now even...We don’t have to go out if you don’t want to.” Y/N said.

He moved a bit to break free from his sisters embrace, watching her face sadden a bit at the loss of contact. He sat down on his bed, a tired look in his eyes as he spoke.

“I don’t know if I can do this....” He said.

“Do what Tommy?” Y/N asked.

“All of this. Living, running the business, keeping track of my brothers and you, acting as if everything’s back to normal...” He said, looking up at Y/N as she stood there, her hands fiddling with a pocket watch.

Y/N looked at it and then sat down with him, resting her head on his shoulder. He still smelled of gun smoke and the rich dirt from the tunnels, and his hands were still bruised and blistered from the shovels.

“Nothing is normal, and that’s okay. You can do this you know...I know you can. If my brother can make it through one of the scariest moments of his life still breathing, then he can make it through this too. Alright?” She said.

Tommy smiled slightly, his face not used to contorting in such a way after so many years of grimacing.

“Do you get the ghosts in your head? Like the other men talk about at the Garrison?“ Y/N asked after a long pause, feeling him stiffen up at the question.

“Yes. That’s a whole different war. That’s why it’s still going on for me, still haunting me. Always will.” He said, putting an arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

Y/N held his hand, gliding her fingers over the calloused parts of his fingertips.

“How do you escape the ghosts in your head, Y/N?” He asked, his heart rate calming down gradually.

“After you left, I found myself lying awake at night after the most horrible dreams. And I would use that time to write letters to you...when Aunt Poll was asleep. I did it so often not only because I care for ya, but because I wanted to convince myself that you were still out there. That you weren’t lying dead in a trench somewhere. And when it would get really bad, I’d take out my pocket watch and listen to it, and watch the hands click by. I had it set to the timing in France so that whenever I looked at it, I knew you’d be looking at the same thing. It grounded me when my thoughts got too much. It helped me know you were out there. That’s what helped me with the ghosts in my head when all my brothers were gone...” Y/N said quietly.

Tommy ran his hand over her small one, still clutching the pocket watch. For once, he couldn’t hear the shovels.

“I can’t hear them now....the shovels...” He said, smiling down at her.

“That’s because you’re home Tommy. You’re finally home.” She said, giving him the pocket watch.

“Take this Tommy. If I’m out with John and Arthur or with my friends one day and the ghosts come back, I want you to hold this and think of the family who loves you alright? You’ve always said I’m your favorite sibling.” She said hitting his shoulder lightly.

“Oh, and you can change the time back as well. France is behind you now.” Y/N said.

Tommy smiled again, embracing her as they sat there while the sun set throughout the room. They would always sit like that before the war, enjoying the silence that her other brothers never understood. Letting them talk about whatever came to mind.

As the night drug on, she let Tommy go to bed, peering through the cracked door at him, to make sure he was safe. This was the first time in years that he got a peaceful sleep, all while clutching the watch like a lifeline.

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heey can you do “There it is... that smile.” with tommy please? xxx

Of course! Ooo this is gonna be cute.

Trigger Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, and some angst.

Word Count: 691, sorry it’s a tad short. I hope you enjoy it though!

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: Tommy comes home after a long 3 weeks away doing business. He’s been told reader was acting different and he’s determined to get home to her.

Requested by: Anon

“She hasn’t slept, Thomas. The poor girl is going through something. She’s even stopped playing her music.” Polly said quietly over the phone. 

Tommy insisted Polly keep an eye on y/n as it was the first time in their relationship that he’s been away for that long. This business trip was a particularly risky one as he was going to take down a rival gang member in London. He brought along his brothers in case it got too out of hand, so it was the Peaky women who held down the fort for the time being. 

“Hey Poll, I’m going to go lie down. I’ll be in my room.” y/n said from the entrance to Tommy’s home office, one hand gliding down the mahogany door frame, the other resting on her hip. 

“Before you do, please sit with me for a moment y/n. I want to have a word with you.” Polly said, getting up to pour her and y/n a glass of whiskey.

“okay...” She said pulling up one of the leather armchairs. 

“As you know, Tommy sent me here to keep an eye on ya. But my dear, you’re not sleeping. I can tell you’re off. You’re not even listening to your records anymore. What’s wrong?” She asked, taking y/n’s hand. 

Y/n glanced out the window as the sun slowly set, casting a golden hue throughout the house. Tears pooled in her eyes as she thought about him.

“It’s going to sound so foolish, but I just feel empty when he’s not here. I’m up at night worried if he’s going to come home in his car or come home in a box. I have nightmares of him not coming back Poll.”

Polly shook her head and looked at her with sad eyes as she gently hugged y/n to her. She knew the feeling as her son Michael was out there with them, and she was all too familiar with the worry, especially waiting for the boys to come back from the war all those years ago. 

“I know it’s hard y/n, believe me I do. But you have to let Tommy do what he’s going to do, he’s just stubborn that way. I know Tommy more than anyone here and I know that he will do everything in his power to come back to you and to this family. He loves you too much to leave ya, I can see it. Besides, he has his best men protecting him. You can’t get rid of a Shelby that easily.” She said. 

Y/n wiped her tears and sighed, feeling relieved that she talked out her feelings, but the worry still consumed her thoughts. 

Later that night she decided to listen to her records again, which she hadn’t done since falling into a depression over his absence. It was something she would do every night to unwind, and she remembered how even if Tommy was busy, he wouldn’t mind the music filling the house because it made her happy. 

She smiled putting on one of her favorites and poured herself a glass of wine, deciding to sit on the floor by the fire in the sitting room. Looking into the fire, she sighed at the music that seemed to take away her worries, desperately wishing he was there with her. But just before she could linger on the thought, she heard heavy footsteps coming towards her. 

She immediately looked up and saw Tommy, his tired ice blue eyes looking down at her. He came over and sat behind her so she could lean back on him as he wrapped his arms around her, not daring to let go. She looked up at him and smiled which felt like a foreign feeling to her until now.

“There it is...that smile.” Tommy said smiling back and kissing her neck. Y/n savored the moment and chuckled as he moved his lips down to her collarbone. 

“Let’s get to bed yeah?” He asked.

“I’d love nothing more.” Y/n said, taking his hand as he helped her up and led her to their bedroom. She looked forward to sleeping again, as her love was finally home.

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Terrible Two’s:

Trigger Warnings: Some Angst and Fluff, Light Humor, Slight Swearing.

Word Count: 1,404

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader 

Request: “Hello! can I request a Tommy x Reader with humor prompt list 15?I know it’s humor but it can be serious as well I guess. Thanks a lot!”

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I’m changing my format up a bit so this one is part of the new look. I also don’t know how this came to be. I kinda just had an idea and ran with it, but I hope ya like it!

Summary: Y/n takes care of Charlie as her husband Tommy is off for the day on business, making her question her sanity and their future as a family.

You rummaged through Charlies closet, trying to find something appropriate for him to wear to this evenings dinner. Thomas had left early that morning on business leaving you to care for his son who was in the late stages of his “terrible-two’s.” 

Frantic sayings such as, “Hey! Don’t touch that” “Don’t put that in your mouth!” “No biting!” and “Oh please be chocolate, please be chocolate...” coming out of your mouth more times than you can count.

You sighed with him in your arms while you looked at three outfits spread across the table.

“Which one would you like to wear sweetheart? You have to dress all fancy like your daddy.” You said, watching as he pulled against you and towards one of the dark gray outfits, much like a baby suit with a small bowtie.

“Oh that’s a good one. Let’s put it on.” You said gently setting him down as he waddled away from you as fast as his little legs would carry him.

You looked up at the coffered ceiling and sighed, knowing it would be a long few hours until Thomas got home. 

“Charlie-boy c’mon. Daddy wants you ready for the party before he gets home.” You yelled lightly down the hall, peeking in various rooms as he was probably playing hide and seek.

“Charlie...where are you?” You asked, turning the corner into Tommy’s office. You saw his small silhouette behind one of the curtains in front of the window, overlooking the acres of land that was your all's backyard. You smiled and folded your arms over taking a couple steps towards him.

‘I wonder where on earth he could be?” you said getting closer.

“I bet he’s right......here!” You yell out, tickling him through the curtains as he giggled. 

Once he was freed from the fabric, he reached out for you to hold him and so you did. Smiling as his small giggles filled your ears. Your heart ached as you thought about how Grace must feel, watching from above as someone else cared for her child. As you stood there in thought, you glanced at the ring on your finger and the memories you’ve been lucky to have with Tommy these last few years. You wanted to try for kids, seeing how you were great at caring for Charlie, and how well you got along with everyone, but your heart still ached knowing it would probably be a long time until Tommy even had a moment to think about the both of you, let alone another baby due to recent blinder business. 

After a while of playing with Charlie, you were finally able to bribe him into putting on his outfit with a cookie. You sat on the floor with him as you watched him playing with a toy horse, trying to decide when to get ready.

Charlie lifted his finger up to you, murmuring as he looked at you with his fathers blue eyes.

“What’d you say baby?” You asked softly.

“Mama!” He said excitedly. Your eyes widened, panic and an odd feeling of happiness overtaking you as you heard him speak a word that wasn’t toddler babbling or saying “hat” “dada” and “horse.”

You didn’t know what to say so you just smiled and nodded, tears forming in your eyes as you glanced at Grace’s painting down the hall.

When you saw Charlie getting tired, you put him in his crib, turning the light out as a soft midday glow came in through the windows of his bedroom, and without hesitation you went to your bedroom to get dressed, getting as far as putting on your dress and plain makeup before hearing him wailing.

You rushed out, not worrying about any finishing touches as you opened his door, his face flushed red and tears in his eyes as he screamed bloody murder.

You scooped him up, rocking him back and forth gently as he hiccupped and screamed again, surely making you go deaf.

“What is it my love? What’s wrong?” You asked, walking with him down the hall as you bounced him in your arms. 

“Did you have a bad dream?” You asked as his tears subsided. He looked at you and pouted, his eyes about to fill with tears again as he buried his head in your neck.

You checked to see if he was warm, but he didn’t seem ill, just startled. As he calmed down you realized your silk dress was now tear stained, making it hard to dry before Tommy got home so you carried him into your all’s bedroom and sat him on the bed gave him one of Tommy’s non-razored caps to play with. You sighed as you looked at the expanse of dresses, knowing years ago you’d pass-out at the sight of even the price tag, let alone the intricate detailing and fabrics. You decided on a pastel blue dress almost aqua in color, as you turned to Charlie with approval. He smiled when you turned around and clapped his hands together as he watched you looking at it in your hands. After slipping it on, you heard Tommy come through the front door, with loud footsteps bounding towards his office.

You sighed, knowing he had a bad day, which given his line of work, it wasn’t surprising. If he had a fairly decent day, you knew something was suspicious most of the time. 

You picked Charlie up to keep him from running amuck, and headed towards his office. Your heels clicking on the wooden floors as you hesitantly walked in. 

He was nursing a glass of whiskey and smoking while looking out the window.

“Rough day?” You asked from the doorway. He turned slowly to you, his cold stare softening as he looked you up and down and saw Charlie in your arms.

“Yeah. Arthur got into some trouble. I had to go help out and keep him from killing someone at the ring.” He said putting his cigarette out in the ash tray on his desk.

“Oh lovely.” You said rolling your eyes and smirking. 

“What about you aye? What did my little one get into today?” He said making his way over to you and Charlie.

“Well...he tried to take your watch, tried to put it in his mouth actually...bit my finger when I tried to take it from his mouth, oh and he left a small present on his bedroom floor because he wanted to roam the house in the nude. I prayed it was chocolate, but...no.” You said laughing and shaking your head.

“Fucking hell...” He said.

“Well if that’s all the complaints for the day, I think it’s time we get going aye?” He said with small smirk.

You scoffed and walked away from him. “Oh I’ll give you something to complain about.” You said as you took Charlie to the car.

You sat there silently as he drove, his free hand finding his way to yours that was resting on your lap.

“I’m not too good with jokes sometimes. I’m sorry Y/n.” He said squeezing your hand. 

“Oh I know.” You said smirking. 

“Were there any good moments today?” He asked. You swallowed hard and decided to tell him.

“Well while we were playing he uh...called me “mama.” You said.

“Mama!” Charlie yelled, giggling from the back.

“I didn’t know what to say Thomas...I just smiled and nodded. I hope that’s okay.” You said. He smiled and glanced at you as he went to park the car.

“Well...in a sense you are now. Without you I don’t think we could’ve managed.” He said, kissing your hand.

You smiled as he helped you out, him picking up Charlie out of the backseat.

You thought for a moment before walking towards Polly’s house, daring to ask him the question that’s plagued your mind the whole day.

“Hey Tommy?” You asked, causing him to stop near the front steps.

“Yeah?” He said.

“How would you feel about another child? Obviously not now because I know everything’s busy, but that all just got me thinking...” You said trailing off nervously.

“I’d love that. But first, we have to get through this fucking party.” He said smirking. You sighed in relief and nodded as you followed him inside, music and  the murmurs of everyone filling the room. 

“That we do...” You said quietly to him as you both walked towards the family, bracing yourself for the onslaught of hugs, whiskey, and not-so-kid-friendly conversations.

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Golden Ring:

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Lil bit of Fluff.

Word Count: 821 

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Request: “Hi, I just wanted to say that I adore your work! Could you maybe do 11. “You’re my good luck charm” & 9. “You think you’re fucking invincible but you’re not!” With Tommy? :)”

Requested by: Anon

Summary: Thomas gets called late at night to help his brothers take care of a gang that has been giving them trouble. But due to past incidents, Y/N grows frustrated with watching him leave all the time, especially in the middle of the night, knowing he’s not up to anything good.

Part 1 | Part 2

“Hello? John what is it?” Thomas said with a deep groggy voice. The shrill ringing of the telephone having jolted him out of bed right in the midst of a nightmarish crescendo of shovels scraping away at his brain. The nights still haunted him after the war, the only solace being the daylight that would eventually come streaming in, and you laying by his side. 

“There’s been some trouble by the cut. You need to get here before it turns into a blood bath.” He said urgently.

“It’ll be a blood bath regardless brother. Did you keep an eye out for me at least?” He asked, knowing full-well John may have slept on the job.

“After a nap, yeah. That gang from over in London are here, same ones causing trouble earlier. They’re out to get our supplies again.” He said.

“Alright, do me a favor a stay awake or else I’ll cut your eyelids off myself. I’ll be there soon.” Thomas said.

“Alright Tom. Hurry though, or Arthur’s gonna go feral.” He said before hanging up.

Thomas sighed, and ran his hand over his hair and down his face, exhausted from the week already. It was 3 in the morning and all he wanted was one nights rest. He looked up at the intricate wallpaper, fearing the scraping would break through the thin walls and he’d be surrounded by the dirt in the tunnels again. But the sound of you waking up pulled him out of his trance.

“Tom? What’s wrong? You okay?” You asked gently, scooting up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

You could hear him sigh deeply as he put his hand over yours. 

“I have to go take care of some peaky business.” He said, not wanting to get into details if he could help it.

You sighed and let go of him and laid back down, causing him to slowly turn to look at you.

“You know I’d stay if I could. A gang we had trouble with is trying to get into our supplies and my brothers are about to stain the cut red with their blood if I’m not there soon. I have to go. You can trust me, Y/N.” He said.

“Trust you to come back alive? I highly doubt it.” You said angrily, getting up and quickly wrapping yourself in one of Thomas’ jackets. 

“I’ve faced worse Y/N, I swear I’ll be fine.” He said, getting up and putting on his pants and shirt, the buckling of his belt clinking as he fastened it.

You walked over to his whiskey stash, taking a glass and pouring yourself some before knocking it back and setting the glass down harshly.

“What?” He asked, an annoyed tone hinting at his voice as he gathered his things. He could see you were mad, the candlelight flickering near you only further highlighting the menacing curve of your brows.

“You think you’re fucking invincible but you’re not!” you said loudly, just enough to get him to stop moving around the room to look at you.

You were met with silence so you continued, finally letting your pent-up feelings out.

“It’s just hard seeing you go because you always say that. You always say you’re fine and you’re not. Fuck, you said that last year and you almost died Tommy! If Arthur hadn’t been there you’d be in the ground right now and I’d be widowed...” You said, a tear slipping down your face as you remembered a deal they had that went wrong one night.

He silently walked over to his desk and grabbed a gold ring, placing it on his index finger, and then walked over to you, putting his hands in yours.

“I know, but this isn’t like last time love. This is just some gang out there sticking their noses where they don’t belong. I’ll be fine...see?” He said pointing to the gold ring.

You calmed down a bit and looked at it, smiling slightly at the memory. You’d given him that before he got sent off to France all those years ago. 

“I wore this the whole time. I thought of ya the whole time I was in the tunnels Y/N. You got me through that, and you’ll get me through everything else. You’re my good luck charm, remember?” He said, leaning in to kiss you quickly. You kissed back, desperately wanting to hold on to him, to force him to stay, but you knew you couldn’t. This was his job now, his company, his “business” he had to take care of. 

You sighed as he stepped away from you, putting on his cap and lighting a cigarette before gently closing the door. You watched out the window as his car pulled away from the house and into the night, as your once peaceful sleep eluded you until the sun came up, anxiously waiting for him to come home again.

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[moral-turpitudes]

Hi can I request a TommyxReader one shot with 11. “If I’m not your first choice, then I won’t be a choice at all.”

Mistakes:

Trigger Warning: ANGST, Fluff at the end bc that gif broke me lmao.

Word Count: 1,572

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader 

Requested by: Anon

Summary: Y/n walked in on Thomas kissing the new member of Shelby Co. Ltd. making her assume the worst, but nothing is ever as it seems.

Thomas watched as Y/n ran out of the betting shop, tears streaming down her face as the chill of the winter air whirled around her, stinging her skin as she headed to the Garrison despite it being early in the morning. The bartender recognized her as Tommy Shelby’s girl and immediately poured her whatever she liked despite the emotional state she was currently in. He knew better than to talk to her now and so he left her with the bottle and went to clean the dirty tables. It was empty apart from a couple of the local drunks who might as well live there on a daily basis. 

Back at the shop Tommy stood frozen in the privacy of his office as his eyes welled up with tears. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he walked towards his desk, immediately grabbing the phone. 

“Poll. I know you’re not in today, but I need ya.” He said, his voice cracking at the end. He heard her hang up and so he waited for her arrival. He racked over the last hour in his mind, mixed emotions of anger, fear, and sadness taking hold of him. In one quick movement he threw a glass at the wall, watching it shatter as he drank straight from the bottle in his hand. His mind pulling him in a thousand directions. He should never have done what he did, and he knows that it would take a miracle for Y/n to take him back, but he was sure the two of you were done.

Polly came in as Tommy wiped his tears away, staring blankly at the glass on the ground. 

“What did you do?” Polly asked in a monotonous voice, clearly tired of cleaning up after her nephews mistakes. 

“I lost her Poll. I lost the only woman I’ve truly loved because of one damn mistake.” He said closing his eyes as he took a swig from the bottle of whiskey. 

“You cheated didn’t you...” Polly asked, taking a seat in one of his armchairs. 

“She may as well think I did. You know the woman we hired a couple weeks ago? The one from London?” He asked going over to his desk and placing the bottle down. 

“Oh that mess? Why did we hire her for? She can’t type as good as Lizzie and she can’t keep up with the bets.” She said lighting a cigarette. 

“Well, last night she came to my office abruptly. I was here late taking care of paper work while Y/n was helping with the rest down the hall. But that woman came right in, no knocking or anything and started talking about how I needed to go out and find a good woman. Find a better woman...better than Y/n, and I could tell she’d been drinking. But I didn’t expect her to make a move on me Poll. She waltzed right in and kissed me. She knew Y/n was here but she did it anyway...” He said looking at Polly, his ocean eyes pleading for help.

“And she saw you both right? Did you kiss her back” Polly asked, tapping her cigarette on the ashtray. 

“Yes she saw us. Poll you should’ve seen her face...she was broken. I tried to talk it over this morning when she got in the office. Tried to tell her I never kissed back, but it was no use. I tried to tell her what happened and that she walked in at the wrong time, but it was too late. I lost her as soon as that door opened.” He said.

Polly sighed as she watched her nephew sulking and got up and walked over to him.

“What you’re going to do is you’re going to find her and you’re going to apologize. Get straight to the truth and then let her be. She may not take you back but just know that our new employee won’t be working for us anymore. I’m going to write up a report and she’ll be leaving Shelby Company Limited today.” She said, shooing him away from his desk. He silently grabbed his coat and walked out following the dark streets to the Garrison to see if she was there. 

As he opened the door his heart dropped as he saw her crying next to an almost empty bottle of gin. Her makeup running down her face as she rested her head on her arm not noticing his presence until he sat next to her.

“I came here to talk Y/n.” He said quietly, the bartender taking away her bottle when Tommy nodded towards it. 

“I came here to drink.” She said slowly sitting up, her eyes narrowing as she realized the bottle was gone. 

“Oi! Give that back!” She hollered at the bartender, but Tommy shook his head at him and put his hand on her shoulder. She grabbed his hand and pushed it off, folding her arms over her chest in defeat.

“I’m not interested...in talking to you Thomas.” She said slurring slightly.

“I know, but I at least wanted to apologize and to get the truth out there aye?” He said, looking at her as she blinked back tears. 

“I saw you Thomas. I saw you and the new girl.” She said wiping her tears.

“That’s what you don’t understand Y/n, please hear me out.” He pleaded.

“Thomas...If I’m not your first choice, then I won’t be a choice at all.” She said before leaving the bar and going over to the coat rack. 

Tommy walked quickly over to her and put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from putting on her coat. 

“Please hear me out.” He said. Y/n sighed and looked at him with tired eyes and nodded, sitting down at a nearby table and chairs. 

“What you saw was a mistake. I made the mistake of letting her in my office. I didn’t know why she was there but she started spouting crap about ya. Saying how I deserved a better woman, better than you. And I told her to leave but she didn’t. Y/n what you saw was her making a move on me and I’m so, so sorry you saw that and if I could take those 5 minutes back I would. She kissed me and I didn’t kiss back, I promise you that. Look...I’m not expecting you to forgive me, but I just wanted you to know what happened before you opened that door. I wanted you to know that she’ll no longer be working with us anymore either. Polly is firing her today for it.” He said. 

Y/n sat back in her chair, slowly taking in the information. She only saw them kissing, nothing else, but it still hurt her nonetheless because she loved him, more than anything in the world.

“I don’t know if I can trust you again Thomas. I mean it.” She said looking at him.

He sighed and held her hand. “Y/n you were my first choice, you always have been. I love you and I swear on my grave that something like that won’t ever happen again.” He said, his voice stern but soft.

She held back tears as she wrestled with her emotions, the gin wearing off slowly.

“I love you too, but Tommy I swear to god if you mess this up the second time around then that’ll be the last you see of me.” She said, getting up and grabbing her coat.

“I know.” He said helping her put it on. 

“So can we try this again?” He asked.

“Yes. Now c’mon. We have work to do.” She said walking slightly wobbly to the door.

“I may have work to do, but you don’t. I’ll give you the day off and Polly will take you home. You deserve some rest.” He said, his hand wrapping supportively around her waist as they walked towards the shop. 

“Alright, but no funny business. I’m serious.” She said.

“No funny business. Now c’mon lets get you home.” He said helping her inside.

Later that evening Tommy came home early, wrestling around with the small box in his pocket. He looked at his girlfriend sleeping peacefully on the bed, her makeup off and her hair slightly disheveled. He planted kisses on her forehead and one on her lips until she woke up. She smiled slightly, holding her head after waking from her alcohol induced slumber, wondering why he was home.

“What are you doing here? You don’t get back until 9 usually. It’s only 5.” She said sitting up.

“I finished some work with the lads and then I got to thinking...” He said kneeling by the bed. 

“Thinking about what?” She asked.

“I got to thinking about how I’ve never been so in love with before with anyone...and everyone in the shop can see that. And I’ve never been so upset in my life as I was when you walked out last night and earlier today. I thought I’d lost ya. I’ve never loved someone as much as you Y/n. And i want to prove to you that I do and that I’d never let something so foolish happen again.” He said, taking the small velvet box out of his hand, revealing an intricately carved gold engagement ring with a diamond on top.

Y/n’s eye welled up with tears for what felt like the thousandth time that day, but this time they were happy ones. She thought about what happened and how truly sorry he was. And so after a moment of thinking through her options, she nodded, bringing him in for a kiss and watched as he slipped the ring on her finger, the diamond sparkling as the golden sun set amongst the room. 

[moral-turpitudes]

Could you write a story with 8 and 16 from angst Peaky prompts list? With Thomas Shelby x reader That would be great, thanks a lot! 😀

Here u go love!

Bets & Beatings:

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Violence/Fighting, Blood, Knives.

Characters: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 1,608

Summary: Y/n gets a first-hand look into some Peaky business while at a horse race with Tommy. She had been warned about them while out with friends, but sometimes people ignore what they know, for what they want instead.

Requested by: anon

You sat with your hand resting in his, not knowing exactly what you were getting yourself into. About 10 months ago you had met Tommy at the Garrison while out with your friends. You two hit it off instantly, not knowing at the time that the men jokingly cheering him on in the distance were his brothers. You distinctly remembered your friend tensing up when he came over, a cold yet unguarded look in his eyes. He was drunk, but still handled himself better than over half of the pubs occupancy. 

“What do you drink miss?” He asked, licking his lips before rubbing a cigarette along his bottom lip and lighting it.

“Oh...um whiskeys fine...” You said, watching his ocean eyes pierce through yours.

Your friend quickly leaned over to you as he struck up a conversation with the bartender, whispering in your ear.

“My god look at his hat Y/n...he has a blade in it. He’s one of those Peaky Blinder men...be careful, they’re no good.” She said.

You quickly glanced at the small razor glinting from the peak of his cap, your eyes widening a bit at the realization. They were some of the most respected - yet feared people in Small Heath. They were also very wealthy and you knew from town gossip that they would pay cops hush-money regarding some of their “actions.” 

As you turned back to your nervous friend, you put a hand on her shoulder to reassure her. You weren’t scared or really on edge about him, which was odd, but all it did was make you curious.

As you turned back to him, you watched as he nodded at the bartender as he poured two shots of the brown liquid. You lifted an eyebrow at him as he didn’t put any money down for them.

“I’m Tommy Shelby, and a Shelby’s drinks are on the house.” He said before clinking his glass with yours. You smiled and knocked back your shot, the cool burn from it flowing down your throat.

“and I’m Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n...” You said winking and extending a hand to him. Instead of shaking it, he took it and gently kissed the top of it. 

As the night went on, your friends grew tired so they went home, but not before checking to make sure you were okay. With a wink, you sent them on their way and continued talking with Tommy, and eventually meeting his brothers.

You smiled at the memory as your hand still rested in his, the smoke from his cigarette filling your lungs as you waited for the boys, aunt Polly, and her son Michael to come in for the latest family meeting. About a month into your relationship you got to meet everyone and they fell in love with you, which was a huge weight lifted off your shoulders at the time.

Soon enough everyone came in, except for John who strolled in a tad later looking disheveled. You and Tommy smirked at each other as you both knew he was with Esme not long ago. 

“Hey John, nice of you to join us.” You said, next to Tommy who smirked.

“Oh fuck off.” He said jokingly.

“Alright, enough with the pleasantries, we have business to discuss.” Tommy said shortly after your remarks.

Everyone looked at him as did you, awaiting whatever crazy plan was going to come out of his mouth this time.

“We’re going to the races, but keep an eye out for a certain group of people. They’ll be wearing white suits. They fucked with some of the Lee’s things and we’re going to help them out a little bit since we’re on better terms now.” He said.

Y/n smirked slightly. “Is Peaky business funny to you love?” Tommy asked, lightening his stern tone slightly.

The smirk you had only grew. “No of course not, but I find white suits to be a hilarious looking dirt trap.” You said, cringing at the thought of a dirt and horse-shit covered suit. Tommy smirked and nodded in agreement.

“These men never had a good fashion sense dear. Luckily, you’re with the people who do.” Polly said walking by you and placing a hand in your shoulder. You clasped your hand over hers and smiled as Tommy continued. 

“We’re going to take over their books because we know horses, we know the odds, and we know what we’re doing.” He said. 

“Alright, well I’ll go get the car.” Michael said and left. Polly pulled you along to get ready in some race attire. You wore a nice hat with bright flowers adorning the top in extravagant fashion, and a black lace dress with black heels to match. Tommy and you rode separately so he could scope out the scene and get a feel for the place. He looked around slyly and you sipped your drink and made pleasant conversation with some nearby women. Lost in the chit-chat, you briefly lost sight of Tommy, panicking a bit until one of the women pointed past you in the distance. He was talking to one of the men in a white suit. Your eyes grazed down the man, his hair barely visible from his matching white top-hat. You smirked as you saw the hems of his pants slowly browning from the dirt covered tracks and stables. You walked near them and before you get to Tommy you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Not so fast Y/n. He’s working the bastards, don’t interrupt.” Arthur said.

“Oh. okay, I’ll just sit with Pol, watch the races I guess.” You said, seeing Polly taking a seat in the distance. 

“If you hear a bell toll three times, that’s our signal that something’s happened. You’ll meet us round back in that case.” He said motioning towards the dimly lit area behind the racetrack, near the stables. 

“Alright, thanks for the heads up.” You said patting his shoulder as you took another sip of your drink and taking a seat with Polly. 

You watched as Tommy came back to the boys and discussed something and then went over to you both. He sat by you, kissing your forehead as he often would.

You heard the trumpet signaling the start of the races, the jockeys mounted and the horses ready to go. Then a shrill bell rang once as they sprinted out, passing each other as dirt flung from their hooves. The horses had different names, each with a number on the silks of the jockeys and draping under their saddles. You looked at the program in your hand at the varying numbers by each horse. You were handed it when you had walked in. 

“That horse there went up 5 to 1, instead of 15 to 1. We got them to change it. More people will bet on the 5 to 1 because it’s considered a favorite.” He explained, motioning to a black horse. But you had your eye on a leaner one. It was a beautiful gray color, and you read its name was “Up in Smoke.” You watched as it raced around the track, speeding past the others while still at 23 to 1 odds. “Oi. Now this gray one might do it though, it’s more of an underdog. Now that one will bring in some money.” He said and you smiled.

You saw them go neck and neck and you cheered as your favorite horse won.

“You liked that one aye?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah. It’s beautiful.” You said. You glanced at him as he looked at it’s trainers in the distance. You tensed as you saw a couple of the men in white suits near the black horse that came in second, their faces full of anger as they realized Tommy and the boys fucked with their earnings. 

Tommy noticed too and quickly left to head towards the back near the stables with the rest of the boys following in shifts to not cause suspicion. You nervously sat with Polly as the second race was about to start. Then your stomach dropped as you heard three bells in the distance. “Let’s go.” Polly said, guiding you to the back where Tommy and the boys went. You entered the dimly lit room warily, scared of what you’d see. 

You held back a scream as you saw Arthur, Tommy and two of the men in white suits fighting, each of them covered in blood. Polly took your hand and tugged you towards the exit but you stood there silently, watching to make sure Tommy and Arthur were okay. You shuddered as you caught Tommy pulling out a blade and slitting the mans throat, covering him in blood as Arthur beat the other man to a pulp. Tommy turned around panting a bit and saw you standing there, Polly looking down with her hands folded, waiting for them to be done, but you just stood there staring at him. He walked towards you as his brothers came through, Arthur going to the car after being dragged off the guy by John. 

“Y/n...” Tommy said, walking towards you carefully. 

“Don’t-don’t touch me.” You said, avoiding his hand moving to touch your shoulder, the blood dripping off it. “...not until you wash that shit off.” You said, gulping and looking away. 

“They warned me about you...they really did.” You said, thinking back to that night in the bar with your friends. 

He looked at your bewildered expression, and then glanced at the blood-stained white suits of the men he killed for the bets and for the Lee’s. 

Smirking at his handy work, he turned back to you. 

“That’s just business, sweetheart.”

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“I’m not letting you walk home alone.” with tommy? Thank youu!!!

Hope you like it!

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Fighting, Swearing, Drinking.

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader 

Word Count: 1,662

Summary: Reader gets some bad news and turns to the Garrison for a cure-all. What she encounters there leaves little to be desired until someone with icey blue eyes and a razor blade cap graces her presence. 

Requested by: anon

You walked down the dirty cobblestone street to the Garrison, desperate to drink away the woes of your terrible day. You had just been let go from your secretary job and had rent due in a months time, leading you to consider working in a brothel to make ends meet. You shuddered at the thought as you opened the doors, the smell of alcohol and smoke filling your nose and seeping into your lungs. The cool air from outside nipped at your legs and bare arms as you shrugged off your coat, revealing a ruby red dress. 

As you walked towards the bar, you could feel eyes on you as drunken, horny, older men gawked at you as you went to sit at one of the bar stools. You quickly placed some cash on the bar and ordered three shots of whiskey, the bartender obliging immediately. The glasses gleamed in the amber lighting of the bar, the whiskey pulling you into its trap with one whiff. You knocked back the first and twisted the empty glass around on the table, thinking about the last thing your boss told you.

“We got a new secretary y/n. She has a lot of potential and so we’ve decided to let you go. Your efforts aren’t needed here anymore.” 

You rolled your eyes and knocked back the second, feeling the light brown liquid burn as it went down. After sitting there for a while, you saw a group of men at one of the back tables, they were younger than a lot of the men in there, half of them around your age. They wore peaked caps with razor blades sewn into the front. You smiled lightly as you caught the eye of one of the members, his cold eyes staring into yours like he was in a trance. You quickly looked down at your glass and conversed with the bartender before putting some more cash down for two more shots. You finished your third, and as he slid the others over you felt someone behind you, reeking of whiskey and smoke. 

“How about we go have some fun around back aye?” He said, slurring his speech. You felt the three shots quickly going to your head and you felt your eyes going a bit out of focus. You laughed and tried your best to tell him off.

“I’m not interested. Especially not with you.” You said giving daggers to the man. He chuckled in your face and grabbed your wrist as you downed your fourth shot. 

You slammed the glass down and grabbed his hand hard with your nails digging into his arm. He winced and pulled his arm away rubbing the now red nail marks on his skin.

“Don’t you dare put your hands on me again.” You said loudly, knocking your last shot back and turning to leave the bar with your glass still in your hand. The man with the cold eyes watched as you attempted to get away from the drunk bastard.

When you turned to walk the man grabbed your arm again and tried to pull you back towards him, groping your dress. You stumbled a bit as your balance was quickly going to shit. You did your best to turn around, facing him and his rotten smile. 

“You can’t just walk away looking like that.” He said. 

You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the events of the past 24 hours that had fueled your anger but you took it out on the man who had you in his grasp. Luckily he had your free arm in his hand, so you held the wide shot glass at its base and slammed it on his head, the glass bouncing off his skull in bloodied shards. 

Panting from the effort, you yelled and looked to see most of the bar still going on like nothing happened. 

“I told you not to fucking touch me!” You said before going back towards the restrooms. 

You inspected your hands, they had been cut slightly, the mans head taking the brunt of the blow. You quickly washed them and applied pressure to stop them from bleeding, and taking a hanker chief and wrapping it around the one with the worst cut. When you walked out or more so stumbled out, you were met with the attractive, yet gaunt face of the cold eyed man. 

“Are you okay miss?” He asked, his expression barely changing except for a hint of concern in his voice.

“Do i look fucking okay? I’m getting a drink.” You said and slowly walked past him towards the bar. He followed closely behind you, shoving people out of the way so he had better sight of you. Before you could place more cash on the bar he lightly grabbed your better hand. 

“Don’t, it’s on me.” he said before nodding at the bartender.

“What kind?” He asked.

“Irish.” You and the cold eyed man said in unison. You smiled and looked at him. You could’ve sworn he had a slight smirk playing at his lips. After getting two glasses full, he led you to the table with the other men. 

“Who’s this Tommy?” The older man asked. 

“I don’t know, what is your name love?” He asked taking a drink of his whiskey.

“Y/n...and what is your name? Or well, all of your names actually.”

“I’m Thomas Shelby. that’s Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, and Finn Shelby.” He said pointing as he named them. 

“Alright, nice to meet you then.” You said taking a swig of your drink.

“I saw what ya did back there. I was going to step in but, from the looks of it you took care of it.” He said pointing to your hand then looking over at the man clutching his bloodied head in the corner of the pub.

“Well, the bastard had it coming.” You said sighing.

“That he did.” He said beginning to light a cigarette. He offered you one and you shook your head no. He closed the tin and put it in his pocket and looked at you, his ice blue eyes curiously studying your features.

“What brought you here tonight Y/n?” He asked.

You looked down, feeling your face frown a bit at his question. 

“I um, I got let go at my job today. Wanted to get away from the pain from it for a bit, but that didn’t seem to work so well as you can see.” You said shrugging your shoulders.

“What was your job?” He asked.

“I was a secretary for one of the banks a couple blocks down. It wasn’t the best but it paid the bills...now I’ll have to hit the streets.” You said finishing the rest of your whiskey.

“If you’re my secretary you won’t.” He said looking at you.

“Wait, are you offering me a job Mr. Shelby?” You asked, even in your inebriated state you could tell he was serious. 

“Yep, you can start the day after tomorrow...oh and call me Tommy.” He said blowing smoke away from you and towards his brother John who grimaced and smacked his shoulder.

You smirked. “Thank you Mr.-I mean Tommy. I won’t let you down.” You said touching his shoulder with your better hand. He put his hand over yours and stroked it slightly making your heart jump. When you pulled your hand away you looked at your watch and realized it was 1 in the morning. 

“Well, I should get going, I have to get some things situated at home.” You said and got up, stumbling a bit before Tommy placed his hand on the small of your back, keeping you from falling over. 

“I’m not letting you walk home alone.” He said getting up and standing beside you, his hand snaking around your waist slightly. You tried not to blush as he did so but you caught eyes with Arthur who smirked at the both of you.

“I’ll be back soon, I’m walking her home. Ya see that man over there?” He said pointing to the drunk man who tried to grab you. 

“Cut him a half smile.” He said and John and Arthur got up to do so as Tommy led you the other way to retrieve your coat. 

You both stepped out onto the cold pavement, the streets dark and desolate given a few stragglers wandering around. You wrapped your coat tightly around you and linked your arm with his as he helped you walk. You were growing more unsteady by the minute, so it took a lot longer to get down the street and  down the few blocks to your flat. 

“What business do you have Tommy?” You asked, the cold helping you sober up slightly. 

“I deal with many things, and many people. Bookies, bets, and guns, various things.” He said bluntly. 

You nodded, not quite understanding.

“Have you heard of the Peaky Blinders?” He asked as you both neared your flat.

You thought for a moment and nodded, knowing they were dangerous and had quite the reputation. You always wanted to be like them in a way, able to afford houses, whiskey, dresses, cars, all the things you were never fortunate to have the luxury of owning apart from a couple of nice dresses every once in a while. 

“Does that scare you?” He asked as you walked up the stairs to your flat.

“No.” You said looking up at him as he looked into your eyes searching for any signs of doubt.

“Good.” He said before gently caressing your chin and bringing his lips to yours. You felt your heart race and your face frown slightly at the sudden loss of contact from the short kiss. He pulled away and smiled slightly before tipping his hat to you.

“See you at 9 in the morning, the day after tomorrow y/n.” He said.

“Sounds great Tommy. Goodnight.” You said, smiling as he nodded and walked away, disappearing into the cold foggy night.

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Hi! Can I request a Thomas Shelby x reader one-shot with angst prompt list #14? :) Maybe they wouldn’t be a couple but they would be co-workers and would be doing some dangerous business together. The rest is yours! Of course, if you don’t like the idea or it doesn’t match your style, then leave it, no worries! Thanks!

Of course! xx

This gif is killing me slowly. ANYWAYS...

Trigger Warnings: Fighting, Swearing, Bombs/Explosions.

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 1,869 

Summary: Tommy, y/n, and the rest of the blinders get into some trouble with a mission, thanks to one of Tommy’s old “acquaintances.” 

Requested by: @msbzowy

It was 1 in the morning and you and Tommy were riding on horseback to a remote location. He had discussed the situation briefly with you and the boys before giving them orders and pulling you along with him. As you neared the mysterious location, you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up as the cold wind picked up. It was getting hard to see over the light snow flurries falling from the navy colored sky and you were growing weary as the night dragged on.

After a grueling cold trip, you neared what looked to be an abandoned warehouse surrounded by a couple of other decaying buildings. You couldn’t believe it at first, but they were in worse shape than some of the buildings back in Small Heath. You saw Tommy stop a good distance away from the building and hitched the horse to a nearby post. You followed suit, jumping down from the horse and quickly tying a knot. 

“The rest of them will be here soon. I’m going to have a look inside and you’re going to follow and keep an eye out.” He said looking at you with a cold expression on his face, his words coming out low and quiet. You nodded and followed closely behind him, your hand ready to reach for your gun at any moment. 

The mission at hand was simple. Retrieve the boxes of ammunition from his acquaintance Stewart Rollins, tie them to the horses, and pack some in the cars, then transport them to the boating dock to be sent to America. From there it was out of you and the rest of the Peaky Blinders’ hands and you all were expecting a big payout for doing so. It wasn’t easy hauling around thousands of rounds of ammo in the dead of night. For all you knew it could be going to a mafia from the states.

After picking the lock to get inside the mine-shafts entrance, you saw an old manual crank lift that led down into the mine. It was pitch black and you swallowed hard as you took a shaky step into the rusted box. Tommy grabbed you by the waist to steady you as you had stumbled a bit and then let go slowly. He cranked the wheel and it came to life with a creaky groaning sound that hurt your ears. Once you all got down, you got out and helped him crank the elevator back up so that the boys would be able to get in as well. Tommy took his lighter out of his pocket and lit a small lamp he had in a satchel he’d brought with him. Your eyes slowly adjusted as the light flickered from it, revealing 10 boxes of ammo near Tommy’s feet. 

“Hold this lamp while I inspect them.” He said, and you took the lamp with shaking hands. You hated cramped places like this but you never told anyone.

While he opened the boxes, you heard a motor nearing the mine.You heard what seemed to be the boys jump out and heading for the elevator. As the gears creaked and screeched you watched warily, as you only heard a dry cough and a chuckle. Usually they would be talking up a storm despite the quiet atmosphere. You had a bad feeling in your gut and pulled out your gun, aiming for the elevator. Tommy saw you and quickly got in front of you, pulling his gun out as well. When the door opened you saw two guys, none of them fit the description of Mr. Rollins. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” One of them said, in a thick Scottish accent.

“Why not?” Tommy asked clicking the safety off and aiming for the man. You aimed at the other person just in case. 

“You’re in a mine, it’s a sensitive place. Explosions.” He said smirking.

As your eyes adjusted, you quickly looked down and noticed a thin red and green wire snaking around a rock and sitting right near Tommy’s foot. Your stomach sank to the ground and you tried to think of a quick solution. You didn’t trust those men one bit, as they must’ve been sent here by Mr.Rollins as he was probably too cowardly to do the dirty work himself. 

“Oh my god, look who came for you bastards!” You said pointing up towards the entrance to the mine. They both looked up and you quickly shot them both, hitting one in the heart and one in the chest. Tommy looked at you wildly, not knowing what just happened. 

“Why the fuck did you just do that for eh?” He said slowly stepping forward. 

“Tommy! Don’t step any closer, look at your feet. Look where that wire is.” You said loudly, your voice shaking. He looked down and his eyes grew wide. 

“Fuck. God damn it.” He said, staying put as best he could. He looked around you and saw no signs of any wiring, and motioned to a big chunk of a rock near you.

“Alright, y/n I know you’re scared, but I’m going to need you to move that fucking rock over here. Walk gently towards it and push it over.” He said. You stepped carefully trying to distribute your weight evenly along the gravel. You got to the rock and pushed as hard as you could, scooting it over to him. You watched as he slid the rock near his foot and over where he was standing on the wire. Your hands shook as you heard the boys pull up finally. 

“Are you lot fucking down there? It’s almost 2 in the morning come on already!” Arthur yelled down the shaft. 

“Shut the fuck up Arthur! We need your help!” You yelled up at him. He cranked the lift up and gasped at the bodies of the two men. 

“Who the fuck were they?” He asked.

“They were probably here in place of Mr. Rollins. There’s a bomb down here Arthur and I’m not in the mood to argue with you. Get the bodies out of there and come down and help us.” You said as Tommy carefully moved the boxes near you. 

“Oh shit.” Arthur said and ran to John, Michael, and Finn.

They all ran over and looked down at the two of you, fear in their eyes no matter how well they tried to hide it. 

“I’m sending you up with the ammo y/n. I saw a small watch near it, ticking down. We have 5 minutes. Go.” He said, but you shook your head. 

“I know it’s not the time, but I’m lighter than you and I can move around here more freely. You go up. Now.” You said shoving his arm slightly. He stepped back and lifted the last of the cans onto the lift. Before you could say anything more he hit his head on a piece of rock hanging overhead when he stood up, causing him to loose balance slightly and almost tripping on the wire. 

You didn’t think at that moment, you just acted. The boys watched as you shoved Tommy with all your might away from the rock and wires and towards the lift, as you lightly stepped on the wire that was coming undone from under the rock. You held it in place so it wouldn’t move anymore, closing your eyes and bracing for the impact. 

“Pull him up! Go!” You yelled, tears welling up in your eyes as you heard them quickly pulling him up the lift along with the ammo. You glanced at the watch, it said 4 minutes.

“Y/n! Y/n! no!” Tommy yelled as he was hoisted up by his brothers. Finn and Michael grabbed the ammo cans and ran them to the car as Arthur threw Tommy on the ground and John held him back. Tommy wrestled with him as he tried to make it back to mine shaft but John wasn’t letting him. He pulled him away as Finn and Michael pulled the car back towards the horses in the distance. 

“Arthur! Hurry I don’t have much time down here!” You said sobbing. You watched as the small glass clock ticked down. 2 minutes. 

Arthur cranked the lift as quick as he could. His arms feeling like they were going to fall off any second. 

1 minute.

You clutched the wires and closed your eyes as you heard the lift slam down. Through blurry vision you hurled yourself into the lift and you felt yourself ascending as Arthur pulled you up. You counted down in your head as you neared the opening of the shaft.  20, 19, 18, 17, 16..... 

You continued counting down until you felt Arthur hoist you up into his arms carrying you off towards the car and the rest of the guys.

4, 3, 2, 1. You felt Arthur throw you on the ground and lay over you. The blast ringing in your ears as debris fell in small pieces around you.  

Arthur took his hands off his head and looked down at you, his eyes filling with tears at the noise and the rush of emotions overcoming him. 

“Thank you Arthur!” You yelled as he nodded and got up off of you. He helped you up and you gave him a hug.

When you could hear a bit better and had your bearings, you looked behind you in the distance and saw Tommy and the others getting up from the ground. You ran as quickly as you could towards them, tears flowing down your cheeks. 

You immediately ran into Tommy’s arms and he enveloped you in a strong embrace. When you let go he looked down at you and smiled. 

“You have a death wish, y/n I’m just letting you know that.” He said wiping the tears from your dirt-coated face. 

“I know, I know. I-I just couldn’t let you die Tommy.” You said moving away from him a bit. You looked at his head and gently brought your hand to his temple. He flinched a bit and looked down at you. 

“You hit your head pretty hard down there. Are you okay?” You asked. 

“I’ve been through worse, it’s only a scratch.” He said lighting a cigarette. 

“What about you aye? Jumping on a bomb for me? I should be asking if you’re okay.” He said looking out at the remnants of the mine, the flames and smoke lighting up the snowy sky.

“I’m...fine I guess. But...” You said looking down and smirking. 

“But what?” He asked. 

“You owe me one.” You said smirking and looking up at him. 

He chuckled lightly and put the cigarette up to his lips again. The blood slowly dripping down his face.

“That’s fair. What would you like?” He asked.

“I don’t know, maybe a raise...” You said. raising an eyebrow.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He said studying your face. 

“...and maybe a date?” You added, feeling your heart fly out of your chest as you realized what you’d just asked. You mentally slapped yourself in the face for it. 

“Now that...that I can definitely do.” He said, a small smile playing at his lips.

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Hi! I would like request a fanfic with Finn x reader they/them. Plot: Finn takes the reader to the stables and teaches them how to ride with this promt “If this horse bucks me off I’m going to get you.”

Hi love! I apologize if it’s a bit short but I hope you like it!

A/N: Couldn’t find a gif, but did find a cute pic. Credits go to the owner.

Horsing Around:

Trigger Warnings: Fluff, Humor, Just some downright cute shit.

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader (they/them)

Word Count: 1,344

Summary: Y/n learns the art of horse-riding while on a day off with Finn, making for an interesting experience. 

Requested by: @daleanjustwantstohavefun

It was an early-fall afternoon, the summer air still lingering amidst the falling leaves. Y/n had just arrived with their boyfriend Finn to the stables. He made sure to help them out of the car, holding their hand as he led them to the old wooden barn. It was a place he mentioned often, his family going to it when they needed a break from the business.

“Have I told you I haven’t ridden a horse before Finn?” Y/n asked, looking up at his sparkling eyes, his hair matching the color of the rust colored leaves falling every so often.

“No. But you’re in luck. I’ll teach you.” He said winking and leading them down the dirt to the stables.

Y/n grinned looking around at all the browning fields and warm toned trees, admiring how beautiful the scenery was. It was the perfect escape for them as they had been stressed due to the previous weeks blinder business.

“I didn’t think we’d be able to come, I thought they were needing us.” Y/n said, letting go of Finns hand so he could undo the locks on the stable doors. After a moment of picking the lock, he pushed the wooden doors open, the dust and dirt floating in clouds amongst the aroma of the horses.

“Nah, they have enough help. They don’t me doing a bunch of the dirty work anyways.” He said.

Finn laughed at Y/n’s facial expression as he spoke, the smell of the barn hiring them in the face.

“You’ll get used to it love. C’mon.” He said walking over to two beautiful horses one gray, and one white.

“Hey there beautiful girls. Yeah it’s me...” He said sweetly, rubbing their faces lightly. They huffed a little and squirmed a bit, clearly excited to see him.

“Awe they like you.” Y/n said reaching their hand out to let the horses sniff their hand and then gently patting them on the nose.

“They like you too babe, look.” He said smiling and pointing at their movements.

Y/n laughed and looked around at the empty stables nearby by as Finn guided them out and inspected their hooves and horseshoes. After checking them, he grabbed the saddles on a hanger nearby and strapped them to each horse.

“Would you like to lead one?” He asked.

Y/n gasped excitedly at the opportunity, always wanting to since they were younger, their family was never fortunate to own horses themselves so this was a treat To say the least. Y/n nodded, making their way over to the white horse, taking the brown leathered lead in their hands and following Finn and the gray horse out onto the field.

“You’re doing great babe. Just a little further until we get to the paths.” Finn said looking over at Y/n. Y/n smiled as the horse trotted carefully down the path, a bit wary of the new person leading them.

As they both reached the path, Finn stopped and demonstrated how to mount the horse making it look easy with his tall frame. Y/n gulped and took a shaky step up, reaching the foothold just enough to reach eagerly for the saddle. They used their arms to pull themselves up and eventually mounted, sitting high atop the white horse overlooking the fields below. Y/n smiled as did Finn, nodding in approval.

“I’m proud of you. Now, we’re going to try riding a bit alright love?” He said as he clicked his tongue and the horse gently started walking down the path.

“O-okay.” Y/n said, clicking like Finn did and patting the horses mane gently.

“Okay girl. Let’s go.” They said quietly, not wanting to startle it.

At that, the horse started walking at a steady pace quickly catching up to Finn. He looked over at them and smiled, as he let Y/n continue on leading the way.

After a couple of hours, the path got a bit rougher and Y/n got a bit nervous as the horse picked up speed. Tightening their grip on the reigns they yelled for Finn causing the horse to panic a bit. The horse jerked and turned around on the path as Y/n tried to get the horse to calm down.

“Finn! Help!” Y/n called after him. He tugged at his reigns, allowing the horse to go faster towards them hoping Y/n wasn’t in too dire of a situation. When he got there, he stopped and laughed at the scene before him.

Y/n was pulling the reigns and trying to sweetly talk to the horse to get her to calm down as it started trotting in various directions, not listening to her.

“Wha-Finn! Why are you laughing at me?!” Y/n yelled, being carried in every direction but the proper one.

“I swear if this horse bucks me off I’m going to get you!” They yelled, only further spooking the horse a bit. Finn quickly got down from the gray horse and walked over calmly and clicked his tongue grabbing the attention of the horse. It breathing roughly and trotting over.

“Woah girl. Calm....calm.....” He said taking the other part of the lead and pulling it’s face close to his. He stroked the horses head a bit and looked up at Y/n who was visibly shaken up a bit.

“You did great babe, you just have to be gentle with them and not yank the reigns too abruptly next time, trust that they know how to go on the paths.” Finn said taking the the lead and turning the horse around.

“Thanks. I just don’t know how the horses like you so much...I’m terrible at this." Y/n said their brows furrowing a bit. Finn reached up and placed his hand in their free one.

“I’ve just had a lot of experience with them thats all love. Don’t worry, we’ll come out here again and I’ll bring you to practice, I promise.” He said.

Y/n smiled at the thought of more weekend dates with him, which was rare given their lines of work, but they nodded and allowed Finn to lead the white and gray horses back to the stables.

As Y/n got off the horse, Finn helped them down, grabbing their hips to steady them. Causing Y/n to feel flustered. They had been only dating for a couple of months so even the smallest of interactions caused butterflies in their stomach.

After guiding the horses in and locking the doors they went and got some apples out of their car and fed them to the horses. Finn watched as Y/n fed the white one, gently petting it’s mane as they slowly bonded a bit with the horse.

“Ya know, maybe if I bring her an apple every time I come here then maybe we’ll be alright...what do ya say girl?” Y/n asked aloud, grinning as the horse chomped down on the last of its apple.

Finn laughed and nodded, leaving the rest of the apples in each of their stables, then taking Y/n’s hand and walking out, shutting the doors behind them.

As they drove back into the city, Y/n held Finns free hand as they looked out at the trees whipping past. The air crisp as the night drew near. Y/n could see the guys packing in to the Garrison after a long day as they parked near the shop.

“You want to go for a drink?” Finn asked.

“Sure! As long as you promise not to tell about my horse riding disaster.” Y/n said looking at him.

“Oh I don’t know about that...” He said before sprinting off towards the doors with a mischievous grin, Y/n was on his heels as they chased him. The smell of smoke and alcohol wafting through the building as they made their entrance. They earned a few startled glances from his brothers as they laughed and made their way to the bar. They were perfect for each other despite Y/n’s lack of horse handling abilities, but it didn’t bother Finn in the slightest, as long as he got to enjoy some time out with the one he loved.

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Hi Katelyn! How are you doing? :) can I ask you for angsty oneshot with Michael Gray and prompts 2. "if you touch her again it will be the end of you" and 3. "I could take a thousands bullets and none of them would hurt as much as seeing you like this. Its killing me.". Can I ask for something really angsty and emotional? Just struggling with pms and having drama queen mode:ON . Loads of love! :)

Hi love! I’m doing alright, thanks for asking! :) 

Here is some angsty shit to help you feel better as I too am a drama queen.

Revenge:

Trigger Warnings: ANGST, Dash of fluff, Mentions or slight descriptions of abusive/violent behavior, Trauma, Fighting, Blood, Slight Gore? Just your standard Peaky shit tbh. 

Word Count: 2,002 

Characters: Michael Gray x Reader

Summary: A shortcut gone wrong leaves Y/n in the hands of a rival gang member. After escaping, she warns the blinders of what happened causing Michael to exact his revenge.

Requested by: anon

Your breath hitched in your throat as you ran through the dimly lit streets of Small Heath, away from the alley you had just escaped from. Your feet numbing as they grew cold from the damp ground. With weak legs and trembling arms, you flung open the doors to the shop not caring who was there and went straight to the washroom. There you found yourself wincing as you inspected the bruises forming on your skin where the mans hand had closed around your arm too tightly, and the cut that stood out along your cheek where his blade had been. 

You shook as sobs came over you as you thought back to what happened. All you were trying to do was take a short cut to work as Tommy had called you in due to some drama with a gang in town, but it ended up taking you longer due to the man you crossed paths with. He blocked you from the main street, following your movements when you tried to walk to the side of him. When he got closer, you managed to hit him, grabbing the gun in your purse shakily as you made out his tall silhouette in the dark alley. You aimed it at him as he lunged forward grabbing your wrist and releasing the gun from your hand with a loud thud. His hand gripping yours so tight that you thought he’d break it. Before you could kick him or try to hurt him anymore, he pushed you towards the wall, making you face towards him as he pulled out a blade, waving it as you screamed. Unfortunately, it was a busy night as they were muffled by the cars and people milling about. 

“I”ll cut you if you scream again. Don’t make me hurt that pretty face of yours y/n.” He said, you could see his face as the moon illuminated his skin, a tattoo of a cross on his neck. You remembered in the meeting with your husband Michael, that he was one of the men Tommy was looking for in relation to the gang that was after Tommy’s guns and god knows what. 

“How do you know my name?” You asked faintly.

“Any friend of Tommy is an enemy of mine...and I know all my enemies names. Tell Tommy this is a surprise for him. Tell him I know where he is and that he’ll have to try harder to take us down next time.” He said before slicing your cheek, the cut deep enough that you were sure it would leave a scar. As he let you go, he laughed as you cried and held your cheek, blood running down and into your hand at a fast pace. You stood partly in shock as you saw him run north, towards the old factory where previous deals had been made by Tommy. 

And so here you were, nursing the gash in your face as your skin paled in complexion. 

“Y/n! Sweetheart are you okay?” Michael asked, knocking on the door. The taste of blood and the salt of your tears mixing in your mouth as you spoke. 

“N-no. No I’m not please help!” You yelled through the thick wooden door.

Not a second later he came in, seeing blood all along the sink, your dress, your face, and your hands.

He immediately crouched down next to you on the floor as you pulled him to you crying until you felt you couldn’t anymore. After you composed yourself, you pushed him back as you winced at your cut. He quickly got up and went to Tommy’s office to grab a bottle of whiskey, everyone eyeing him as he strode in with your blood on him.

He was fixated on you so much so that he didn’t hear Tommy’s questions about what happened or Polly’s responses, he just closed the door behind him and tended to you. “My god Y/n what happened aye? Did you get into it with someone?” He said dabbing the whiskey soaked cloth on your face gently. You just sat there in a stupor almost as the alcohol burned your cut, still processing everything, still remembering his face and his tattoo. 

“Please honey. I need to know what happened.” He said before taking your wrist in his, making you wince as he accidentally grabbed the area that was bruised. He immediately let go as he saw it and you could see his eyes turn dark with anger. 

“God damn it Y/n! Who the fuck hurt you?! Just talk to me!” He said yelling and throwing the towel down in defeat. He sat there holding you on the ground, waiting for you to speak.

“Y/n...listen to me, I could take a thousand bullets and none of them would hurt as much as seeing you like this. It’s killing me...please tell me what happened...” He said bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it, your wedding ring sparkling as he examined your hand mindlessly. 

You sighed and wiped the tears from your eyes and looked up at him and spoke, your voice raspy from screaming.

“I took the alleyway to get here quicker since Tommy called...and before I could get out of there...a man with a cross tattooed on his neck stopped me. Michael... he grabbed my wrist so hard I dropped my gun and he pushed me to the wall and cut me. He-he said this was a surprise for Tommy, that he knows where he is and that if he wants to take him down then he’s going to have to try harder.” You said, pausing a bit while you regained your composure.

“Michael...I’m thinking he cut me...to send a message. I know from these meetings he’s dangerous and - Michael!” You started to say, before he got up and quickly stormed off towards Tommy’s office. You slowly got up to look at your face, the cut looking better now that the excess blood was washed away, but you were sure you needed stitches. 

You walked with the bloodied cloth in your hand and sat next to Polly. She looked at you concerned as she examined your cheek.

“We’re going to get that bastard. Michael told me to get you to the hospital. You’ll need stitches.” She said grabbing her bag.

“Before we go I need to tell them where the man went, I was in shock and fortunately stood there long enough to see where he ran off to I think...” You said. Polly nodded and waited for you to finish up in Tommy’s office.

You walked straight in, not knocking as time was of the essence. Michael was yelling at Tommy as he stood there nodding along, the gears turning in his head at what move to make next as he kept a stone-faced expression as always.

“Michael...” You said, your voice still hoarse. The guys turned around and Michael stopped yelling once you said his name, looking at you with concern.

“I-I saw where he went Tommy. He took off down the street towards that old factory where you all did business last time. I swear he may be there.” You said looking into his ocean eyes.

“Alright. Thank you for the tip. Boys c’mon we have business to take care of.” He said before putting his cigarette out. He walked past you, leaving just you and Michael in the room. 

“Please, for the love of god be careful.” You said hugging him.

“I will love, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be at the hospital as soon as I can okay?” He said.

“Okay.” You said pecking him on the lips before he took off out the door with the rest of them. You sighed and walked to Polly who was putting her coat on. Your stomach tied in knots as you made your way to her car. Not knowing if you’d see Michael coming in as a visitor or a patient. 

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At the factory, the smell of smoke filled the air as a group of men sat around a burning pile of scrap metal. They each had cross tattoo’s on their necks and laughed as they talked about plans and various deals. Tommy was the first to show up, with Arthur and John flanking him, guns in hand as they walked over to the nearest people and shot them point blank. Tommy looked at the rounds in his gun and called out into the night. “You wanted to surprise me aye? You chose the wrong fucking way. Come out before I take out more of your men!”

A man quickly ran out from a nearby room of the old factory and stormed right towards Michael as two others shot at Tommy and the others. They ducked down and avoided getting hit and were soon wrestling with the men, trying to disarm them in the process. Michael recognized the man who went for him due to Tommy’s briefing at the meeting earlier and saw he had some fresh blood on his shirt, knowing that was the man who attacked his wife.

The man got to Michael and swung at him, hitting his face a couple of times, leaving a soon-to-be black eye in its wake, along with a couple of gashes from the rings on the mans finger. Luckily, before the guy could cause too much damage, he caught the mans arm and bent it harshly causing it to crack. The man quickly crumpled to the floor in pain and Michael got on top of him and punched him in the face before pulling his cap off. He slashed the guys face deeply, ruining his eye and cutting half a smile on one side enough to tear through his cheek.

The man screamed as Michael did so, as Tommy, Arthur, and John gradually gained control of the other men and shot them.

With an angry look in his eye, Michael threw his cap on the ground and grabbed the mans throat, squeezing until the mans good eye was bloodshot.

“If you touch her again, that will be the end of you.” He said as the man nodded desperately, gasping for air before Michael’s grip tightened, causing him to go unconscious. 

After the fight, Tommy let Michael go to the hospital where you were sitting in an exam room just having finished getting stitches on your face. Michael walked in carefully, his eye swollen and face bloodied with scratches as he came over to you. He still had an angry look on his face but it faded once he held you in his arms. 

“How are you doing?” He asked, kissing you lightly.

“I’m okay. Doctor said I’ll heal fine apart from a small scar.” You said sadly, hoping he wouldn’t see you as less than because of a small scar. 

“Don’t mind that. You look beautiful and I’d rather you have a little scar than be off dead somewhere love.” He said pulling you close to his chest.

You laughed a bit as you wrapped your arms around him, finally relaxing for once that night.

“Did you kill him?” You asked.

“No, I don’t think so. But Tommy and the boys killed the rest of his men. He’ll be sleeping with one eye open from now on, and maybe waking with one too.” He smirking down at you. 

“You cut him in the eye?” You asked picturing what happened and shivering at the thought.

“Yeah, and half a bloody smile. He won’t prowl anymore streets unless he wants to terrify all of Small Heath.” He said. 

As you both conversed further, the doctor came in to let you know you could go home, eyeing Michael suspiciously as he still looked pretty beat up. He disregarded her concern and smugly smiled at her, nodding as he helped you out, and into the car. You both went straight home per Polly’s orders where you relaxed the night away, remaining thankful for him and his crazy blinder cousins.

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Hello, i really really like your writing so i thought i could request an alfie one shot with 15 angst prompt and 4 humour prompt? It's absolutely okay if you don't want to write it, thank you anyway! (Could u also add me to you taglist? I wouldn't like to miss out any other of your masterpieces :))

Awe omg thank you! I’m so glad you like them! :)

Here you go love!

Wakeup Call:

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Slight fluff, Alcoholism, Swearing.

Word Count: 1,287

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Reader

Summary: Y/n comes to Alfie’s rescue after he has a little too much to drink one morning. 

Requested by: @inglourious-imagines

“Hello?” You said, putting the phone up to your ear, anxious about who would be calling at 7:30 in the morning. 

“Hello, am I speaking with Y/N Solomons?” The man asked.

“Yes. What’s wrong now?” You asked, knowing his mouth was probably getting him in trouble once again. 

“You need to get your man in line. He’s acting a fool again calling the workers scum and lashing out at everyone. If you don’t come quick, I fear they’ll try to walk out again.” The man sighed as he waited for your response. 

You rolled your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose as worry came over you. He was drunk again and you knew it. 

“Alright, I’ll be there soon. Thank you for calling.” You said before hanging up.

You got dressed, quickly putting on one of Alfie’s shirts and tucking it into your slacks, and then putting on your winter boots and coat before heading out the door. You started the car, your hands shaking as you drove through the cold wintery morning, the roads icing over in various spots. 

“Fucking christ!” You muttered under your breath as you parked and quickly ran into the shop, moving past the bakers and various on-edge workers. Your hands thawed slowly as you made your way up the stairs and into his office, not even bothering to knock.

He slowly turned in his chair and brushed his hands through his hair as you stood across from him, arms crossed and a disapproving look on your face.

“There you are beautiful! Aye! You came strollin’ in here nearly makin’ me take ya right here!” He said struggling to get up to make his way over to you. You rolled your eyes at his drunken comments before he engulfed you in a hug, reeking of whiskey. 

You cringed and hugged him back, but soon shoved your way out of his embrace. 

“What? Did I do summin?” He said slurring his words. 

You sighed and rested against his desk. 

“Alfie.” You said sternly.

“Whiskey? at 8 in the morning?” You asked smirking, pointing at the almost empty bottle on his desk. He followed your finger and stared at the bottle.

“Oh that? Yeah that’s what that is...damn good if you wanna try some love. Really. I usually save it ya know for business, but not today. Not today no...” He said mumbling. 

“Sweetheart we talked about this before. You can’t get drunk so often, it’s making you bad at your business. Bad at handling your men and the others who work for ya...” You said walking closer too him, taking the shot glass out of his hand and placing it on the table. 

“Wait wait wait, Y/n. You know full well I can handle my business an’ my men. Why did you say that? You’re really breakin’ my heart now.” He said raising his finger up as he talked. 

“Look, I’m not here to insult you love. It’s just that you need to dial it back on the drinking for your workers okay? You’re turning them away with all your yelling.” You said stroking his arm lightly. 

He walked away suddenly, grabbing his shot glass and staggering as he made his way to his office window, overlooking the rest of his business complex. You watched him, knowing he could go one of two ways. You saw him get angry when drunk but it was never towards you, so like today, you were the only one able to calm him down. Other times he was more loud and funny, letting his guard down that he held up so often. But today it was the former drunk Alfie. And his new assistant just so happened to come in without knocking, setting him off. 

On better days he always tolerated you doing it because he loved you, but to anyone else he’d give them a look and say something along the lines of “Now what you’re going to do mate, is you’re gonna turn back ‘round an’ go out that door an’ come back an’ knock like a respectable fookin’ man you hear me?” but today was not that day.

He stormed towards the young man, yelling at him incoherently before slamming the shot glass on the floor, glass shards flying everywhere making the dark wood flooring look as if it was sparkling in the dimly lit room.

“Alfie! Stop! He just needed your help. See I told you!” You yelled, mouthing an “I’m sorry” to the young man and ushering him out. He was most likely coming to ask about a new shipment but that all left his poor mind as he shakily ran down the stairs and back to his work. 

Alfie looked around at his mess and growled lowly as he grabbed the bottle off his desk. 

“Alf-” You started to say before being cut off by him yelling and towering over you.

“You think it’s easy for me innit? Just telling them all what to do, where to go, hell I feel like a fookin’ babysitter! This shit helps me, so sorry if I want to take the edge off. I have enough of a time dealing with em’ an’ the blinders.” He said looking down at you.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw the man you loved so dearly turn into a monster, yelling at new people, throwing things, and yelling at you which he never did. You knew that recently the blinders have been putting him on edge with some of their business, but you didn’t know that he was stressed out this bad. He never showed it when he got home. You stepped towards him raising your voice more than you have in a long while. 

“You think you can keep this up but you can’t!” 

You looked as Alfie’s face softened as he saw you crying, he took a step back and looked at the bottle of whiskey on his desk painfully, realizing what stress seeing him in his current state caused you. In silence he walked into the nearby restroom and stared at the brown liquid as he poured it down the drain. You calmed down and slowly walked in, putting your arms around his waist from behind as he breathed slowly, looking at his drunken reflection in the mirror.

“You know I love you right?” You asked.

“I know, I put that ring on your finger didn’t I?” He said. You chuckled as he turned around, looking down at you and wiping a stray tear from your face as you still embraced him. 

“That whiskey is no more alright? I know you were just trying to help. I’ll admit I’ve been a little...angry. It’s just...hard.” He said. 

“I know. But I’m here. Next time you’re ‘round the stuff you give me a call aye?” I’ll talk you down. You know I will.” You said lifting yourself up to kiss him.

“What’ya say we pick up on my offer from earlier or summin’?” He said.

“Oh about taking me here in your office huh? I’m surprised you remembered.” You asked, smirking up at him. 

“I always remember. Now let’s get to it. Might sober me up what’ya say?” He asked. 

“Alright, but you have to lock the door this time. No more intruders...” You said winking. He went to grab your hips, pulling you closer to him before you stopped him. 

“We also need to clean the glass up, can’t have us both hurting ourselves now can we?” You said, releasing his hands from your waist as you grabbed the broom nearby. 

He sighed, but slowly joined you in cleaning up, eager to get you all to himself after an eventful morning.

Tag List:

@inglourious-imagines, @ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes, @wowjeena, @tsolomons, @ta-ka-shi-ma

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Who I Write For:

Peaky Men:

• Thomas Shelby 

• Arthur Shelby

• John Shelby 

• Finn Shelby

• Michael Gray

• Bonnie Gold

• Aberama Gold

• Johnny Dogs

• Luca Changretta

Peaky Women:

• Polly Gray

• Ada Thorne

• Esme Shelby

• Grace Shelby

• Linda Shelby

• Gina Gray

• May Carleton

• Lizzie Stark

• Tatiana Petrovna

What I write:

• Headcanons 

- What character would be like in various situations with reader or with other characters. *I’m up for doing modern!character/reader ones as well.* In a bullet-point/list format.

• Imagines/Oneshots

- Around 500-2K words of a requested scenario or from my prompt list. I grouped them together bc to me they’re similar but everyone has a different definition.

• Fics

- Around 2K+ words of a requested scenario or from the prompt list. Usually has more than one part unless I feel it would be drug out too much.

• Occasional Smut™ (Must be 18+ to request)

- The dirty stuff. Usually in an Imagine/Oneshot format. 

My Rules for Requests are listed Here. 

My Prompts List is Here.

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Peaky Prompts:

I’ll be uploading more as I think of them but here is my Prompt List so far:

These are also linked in my bio. :)

Do not repost my work. Reblogs/likes are fine.

Fluff:

1. “You can’t get rid of me that easily…”

2. “Never thought I’d say this…but I’m pregnant.”

3. “I’ll always fight for you.”

4. “There it is…that smile.”

5. “Will you marry me?

6. “Stay with me…please?”

7. “It’s cold, don’t leave.”

8. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”

9. “I can’t lose you.”

10. “You’re part of the family now.”

11. “You’re my good luck charm.”

Angst:

1. “You’ll be 6 feet under by sundown.”

2. “If you touch her again, that will be the end of ya.”

3. “I could take a thousand bullets and none of them would hurt as much as seeing you like this. It’s killing me.”

4. “How do you escape the ghosts in your head?"

5. “I’m afraid…I’m so afraid.”

6. “Don’t say that. Promises just lead to disappointment.”

7. “Do you have a death wish?”

8. “They warned me about you…they really did.”

9. “You think you’re fucking invincible but you’re not!”

10. “I’ll burn this place to the ground.”

11. “If I’m not your first choice, then I won’t be a choice at all.”

12. “I lie awake at night wondering if I’ll have to plan our next date or plan your funeral.”

13. “I’m not letting you walk home alone.”

14. “You owe me one.”

15. “You think you can keep this up but you can’t!”

16. “That’s just business, sweetheart.”

17. “I don’t know if I can do this...”

Humor:

1. “I can’t tell which one you talk more out of, your mouth or your ass!”

2. “I’ll give you three seconds to shut the fuck up.”

3. “The risks I took were calculated…but boy was I bad at math.”

4. “Whiskey? at 8 in the morning?”

5. “I wouldn’t underestimate her.”

6. “You may wear the cap, but I wear the crown.”

7. “My god, what have you done now?”

8. “What’s that?” “oh…that’s blood.”

9. “For such a rich man you give a lot of poor excuses.”

10. “See? I told ya they’d get together.”

11. “Are you drunk?”…..“I’ll take that as a yes.”

12. “Congratulations, welcome to the Peaky fookin’ Blinders.”

13. “Ah, you’ve returned to the land of the living.”

14. “If this horse bucks me off I’m going to get you.”

15. “I’ll give you something to complain about.”

16. “Don’t tell Polly...”

17. “Nope. You go first.”

Song Prompts:

- Die For Me ~ Post Malone ft. Halsey & Future

- Free Spirit ~ Khalid

- These are just a couple ideas I had. If you have a song request just send me an ask and I’ll pull a quote from the song and use it for the story.