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By Order Of The Crimson Brotherhood.

(peaky blinder!harry)

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in which, the year is 1921, and the city of manchester is under the control of the ruthless gang the crimson brotherhood, so when there leaders wife gets mobbed in the streets on her way home from the farmers market, the styles brothers make sure they know she is one of there own.

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authors note - ik this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but i have 100% been in my peaky blinders era as of the beginning of the month, im already on season four 🙈🙈 and thought it would be kind of cute to join the two worlds together, don’t know if this will turn out any good but who knows?? anywho enjoy angels 💗💞

January, 1921.

Harry Edward Styles, a man born and raised in the city of Manchester, a man known for his ruthlessness, his strong will and his dangerous antics.

Him aswell as his brothers roamed the streets of Holmes Chapel, with razor blades down into the flat caps which ultimately led to fear seeping into the bones of there enemies.

Which they had a lot of.

The Styles Brothers were well renown around those ends, the family always had been, there father wasn’t present and there mother died when the youngest brother was barely a year old.

Harry met you, his gorgeous girl at the age of nineteen, the two of you were childhood sweethearts, destined to be together no matter the circumstances.

You were wandering around the streets, when you bumped into him and his elder brothers Charlie and George. You were about to fall to the floor but your wrist was captured in the hands of the leader, who caught you and raised you back to your feet carefully.

You asked how you could return the favour and he muttered something along the lines of ‘you could let me take you out for a night on the town’

And the rest was history.

When the war broke out, Harry knew for a fact that he would be getting called up to represent his country, and at the point the two of you were already engaged, but he demanded that the two of you be husband and wife before he was shipped off, explaining that if he was to die, he wanted to die as your husband.

So, the two of you had a small ceremony and you officially became Mr and Mrs. Styles.

When he returned home from war, he demeanour was slightly colder due to everything that he had seen and been through, he was colder to everyone around him, except for you.

He could never be angry, harsh, callous or aggravated around you.

People feared him before he went to war, but when he returned it was like he was a ticking time bomb, one wrong move and heads would be blown.

He ruled Manchester.

And that would never, ever change.

In the heart of Manchester, you move with the grace of a queen, your every step echoing the legacy of the Crimson Brotherhood, the notorious gang led by your husband, Harry Styles.

Despite the weight of your marital ties, you refuse to be confined by the expectations placed upon you.

Alone at the market, you weave through the stalls with purpose, selecting the finest ingredients for the dinner you plan to prepare for your husband, and his brothers.

Determination fuels your steps as you pick out fresh produce, savory meats, and delicate spices, each item chosen with care to create a meal worthy of the Crimson Brotherhood.

You approach the butcher's stall with a slightly sense of innocence, the scent of freshly cut meat mingling with the bustling atmosphere of the market. As you exchange pleasantries with the butcher, you can't help but admire the array of cuts on display, each one a testament to the skill and expertise of the person behind the counter.

"Good afternoon, love. What can I get for you today?"

Returning the smile, you reply, "I'm looking for four round beef steaks, please."

One for you, one for Harry, one for Charlie and one for George.

The butcher nods, already reaching for the desired cuts. "Ah, excellent choice. Coming right up."

As they expertly select the steaks, you engage in friendly banter. "Busy day at the market?"

The butcher chuckles, their hands deftly working the meat. "Always is, especially with the sun shining like this. But I can't complain, keeps me on my toes."

You nod in agreement, admiring their skill. "I can imagine. Thank you for always providing such quality cuts."

With a satisfied grin, the butcher presents the four round beef steaks, neatly packaged and ready for you. "There you go, love. These should do the trick."

"Thank you so much," you reply gratefully, accepting the package. "I really appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure," the butcher says warmly. "Enjoy your meal."

With the package of steaks safely tucked into your basket, you bid farewell to the lively atmosphere of the farmers market. The sun's warm rays still linger, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets of Manchester.

As you walk, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having secured the ingredients for tonight's dinner.

Reaching into your basket, you retrieve a pair of gloves, slipping them onto your hands with practiced ease.

Just as you're about to slip the second glove onto your hand, a sudden grip tightens around your arm, pulling you forcefully backward.

Startled, you gasp as you're dragged into the dimly lit entrance of a secluded alleyway, the bustling sounds of the market fading into the distance behind you.

Heart pounding, you struggle against your assailant, your fingers instinctively tightening around the basket's handle, the package of steaks forgotten in your grip.

Panic surges through you as you're dragged deeper into the darkness, your mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

As the man's grip tightens around your arm, you're suddenly face to face with a stranger whose features are etched with menace. His blonde hair falls haphazardly across his scarred face, the jagged line drawing your attention to the intensity in his eyes.

The overpowering stench of rotten egg fills your nostrils, sending a shiver down your spine as he speaks.

"Just the girl I've been looking for," he growls, his words sending a chill through your trembling body. Tears blur your vision as you stare back at him, unable to comprehend the terror unfolding before you.

He was Irish.

In a voice thick with malice, he continues, his words slicing through the air like a blade. "Your husband and his brothers owe me, and I aim to collect. And what better way to send a message than through his darling wife?"

You try to speak, to plead for mercy, but fear has stolen your voice. Before you can utter a word, his fist connects with your jaw, sending you sprawling to the ground.

Gasping for breath, you curl into yourself, the pain radiating through your body like fire.

The man's laughter echoes off the walls, cold and cruel. "They crossed me, and now it's time to pay the price. And you, my dear, are the perfect pawn in this little game of ours."

As he delivers blow after brutal blow, each impact driving the air from your lungs, you cling to the faint hope that someone will come to your rescue.

But as the darkness closes in around you, you realize that you are utterly alone, at the mercy of a man whose cruelty knows no bounds.

With aching limbs, you muster the strength to push yourself upright, the world spinning around you as you struggle to focus through the haze of pain and fear.

Casting a wary glance over your shoulder, you retrieve the basket of food that had fallen to the ground during the attack.

With trembling hands, you wipe the dried blood from the corner of your mouth, the metallic taste lingering on your tongue as a grim reminder of the violence you've endured.

Summoning every ounce of willpower, you force yourself to take a step forward, the basket clutched tightly to your chest. Your movements are slow and unsteady, each step sending waves of agony rippling through your battered body.

As you reach the end of the alleyway, you pause, casting a furtive glance around to ensure that no one is watching. The last thing you need is for someone to see you in this state, vulnerable and exposed.

With a silent prayer for strength, you begin the agonizing journey home, every step a testament to your resilience in the face of unspeakable cruelty. Tears threaten to spill from your waterline, but you refuse to let them fall, determined to maintain a facade of strength until you reach the safety of your own four walls.

With each agonizing step, you inch closer to the familiar sight of 24 Spring Lane, your sanctuary from the horrors of the outside world.

The journey that once felt like a mere stroll now stretches out before you like an eternity, every movement a testament to the relentless ache that pulses through your battered body.

Finally, you reach the doorstep, the key trembling in your hand as you struggle to insert it into the lock. Your fingers fumble with the familiar motion, the simple act of unlocking the door now a monumental task in your weakened state.

As you push open the door and step inside, relief washes over you, tempered only by the searing pain that courses through your body with each labored breath.

The injuries inflicted upon you by your assailant are beginning to take their toll, the dull throb in your ribs now accompanied by a sharp sting at the top of your eyebrow.

Unaware of your husband's presence, you stagger into the living room, your focus consumed by the overwhelming need to seek refuge from the torment of the outside world. But as you drop the basket to the floor and collapse onto the ground, a cry of pain escapes your lips, the weight of your injuries too much to bear alone.

In the dim light of the room, you catch a glimpse of Harry sitting in the corner, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

His expression is unreadable, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond your line of sight.

As you collapse onto the floor, your body wracked with pain, Harry's instinct kicks in, propelling him across the room in a blur of motion. With a sense of urgency, he drops his cigarette and rushes to your side, his hands reaching out to catch you before your skull can meet the unforgiving wooden floor.

His eyes widen in shock and concern as he takes in the extent of your injuries, his heart clenching at the sight of blood staining your face and clothes. Gently, he cradles the back of your head, his touch both tender and urgent as he ensures your safety in the midst of the chaos.

"M’Love, what happened?" Harry's voice is thick with worry, his usually steady demeanor shaken by the sight of you in such distress.

He carefully brushes the hair from your face, his touch feather-light against your bruised skin.

You struggle to find the words to answer him, the pain making it difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone speak. But as you meet his gaze, the unspoken understanding that passes between you is enough to convey the depths of your suffering.

Without hesitation, Harry gathers you into his arms, cradling you against his chest with a fierce protectiveness that belies the tenderness in his touch. As he holds you close, you feel a sense of safety wash over you, a comforting reminder that no matter the trials you may face, you will always find refuge in his embrace.

As Harry holds you close, his voice filled with concern, he gently urges you to tell him who is responsible for your injuries. But fear grips you tightly, paralyzing your voice as you shake your head vehemently, unable to form the words to convey the terror that still grips your heart.

"Please, love," Harry implores, his eyes searching yours for any sign of reassurance. "Y’need to tell me who did this. I won't let ‘em hurt you again, I promise."

But the memory of the man's cruel laughter and the violence he inflicted upon you looms large in your mind, filling you with a sense of dread at the thought of facing him again. How can you trust that Harry's promise will hold against such ruthless brutality?

Tears stream down your face as you cling to Harry, your body trembling with the weight of your fear and pain. You long to confide in him, to share the burden of your suffering, but the words remain trapped within you, a silent scream of anguish and despair.

In response to your silent plea, Harry's grip tightens around you, his arms a shield against the darkness that threatens to consume you.

"I swear to you, (Y/N)," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil raging within you. "Whoever did this won't ever be able to hurt you again. I'll make sure of it."

"I... I don't know his name," you manage to say, your voice trembling with fear and pain. "But he... he had blonde hair and... and a scar."

Harry's expression darkens as he processes your words. "Patrick McDonald," he mutters, his voice laced with anger and recognition. "Bloody hell."

Another wave of pain radiates from your ribs, causing you to instinctively turn your head into your husband's chest, seeking comfort in his embrace.

As you lean against him, Harry's arms tighten around you, a silent vow of protection against the threat that looms on the horizon.

"I'll deal with him," he promises, his voice a low growl. "No one hurts my wife and gets away with it."

“George, Charlie!”

You hadn't even realized they were in the house, lost in the chaos of your own pain and fear, but now they appear, their presence a welcome relief amidst the turmoil.

With wide eyes, George and Charlie rush into the room, their expressions shifting from confusion to concern as they take in the sight of you battered and bruised on the floor.

"What happened to ‘er?" George demands, his voice edged with worry as he kneels beside you, his hands hovering over your injuries.

Harry's jaw clenches with barely contained fury as he speaks the name that has haunted your nightmares since the attack.

"Patrick McDonald," he growls, his voice thick with anger and determination.

Charley lets out a harsh breath, his expression darkening with recognition.

"Bloody hell," he mutters, his fists clenching at his sides.

As the gravity of the situation sinks in, George's gaze flickers between you and his brothers, his features set in a steely resolve.

"We need to find him," he declares, his voice firm with determination.

Harry nods in agreement, his eyes burning with a fierce determination.

"And when we do, he'll wish he'd never laid a hand on her," he vows, his voice a low growl.

With trembling hands, you grip tight onto your husband's waistcoat, your eyes pleading with him not to leave your side.

"Please, H," you beg, your voice wavering with fear and desperation. "Don't leave me."

Harry's gaze softens as he looks down at you, his heart aching at the sight of your pain.

"I have to, m’love," he murmurs, his voice laced with regret. "That bastard deserves hell f’what he did to you, and he's going to get what's coming to him."

You shake your head frantically, tears streaming down your bruised cheeks.

"But I need you here," you plead, your voice barely a whisper amidst the chaos of the room. "I'm scared, H. Please don't leave me alone."

For a moment, Harry's resolve wavers, his love for you outweighing the thirst for vengeance burning within him. But then, with a heavy heart, he gently extricates himself from your grasp, his eyes filled with determination as he rises to his feet.

"I promise, (Y/N)," he says, his voice firm with resolve. "When we find him, he's going to hurt just like he hurt you, s’a promise, and I never, ever break promises. He’ll get what’s coming to him one way or another.”

“By order of the Crimson Brotherhood."

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“A Rivalry for the Ages”

*RalphxFem!reader*

Series Summary : You have know The Penbury twins since you were in nappys. As the years went by You and Victoria grew close ,but as for you an Ralph, you only grew to resent each other. Being the hardheaded people you are you willing to let your rivalry get in the way of your newfound feeling for each other.

*Authors note: hi! Very 1st fic ever. I wanted to write a fix for Ralph that I hadn’t seen yet. A enemies go lovers! I love to think of him as a big feisty and the ideas just made me so happy. Also btw I wrote this at 12-2 am in my phones notes I am also like criminally dyslexic so please forgive me for any spelling errors. And please be free to give me helpful and constructive feedback. I would really appreciate it. Also know this is a slow burn.* a/n: 25/9/22 currently working on part 2 rn. Almost done but been busy with my son. If you want to be tagged just let me know ❤️

Tw: swearing, slight misogyny but come on it the 1920’s it’s expected, physically touch, and just pure Angst, and mention of death!

Chapter 1: Welcome home darling

Chapter summary : after a year long trip to the states you are more then eager to be back in the arms of you beloved best friend Victoria but that also means you had to see her brother an your sworn rival as well.

Looking out the back window of your brand new automobile you couldn’t wait to see your closest friend in the whole world, well more like platonic soulmate if you were being honest, and tell her all about your trip to the states. The only downside would be having to see the pain in your ass that was her twin brother, Ralph Penbury, even the thought of him make your blood boil with anger and detest.

The stupid way he would just lull around the manor like he owned the place, well technically speaking he did by the stupid fact of being born a male, and the way he would play that god forsaken ukulele of his day in an day out.

He was your sworn enemy since childhood for one reason an one reason only, A decision that was made for you not long after your second Birthday. The thought of it made you sick to your stomach as you get lost in it, so lost in fact you hadn’t even realized you had come to a stop till your chauffeur was pulling open your door startling you in the process

“Sorry my lady. It wasn’t my intention to scare you.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding once you realized what was happening.

“It’s okay Albert, it’s not your fault that I was day dreaming” you said you with a small smile earning a chuckle from Him. He offered you his hand to help you, which you graciously took with a thank you.

As you existed the automobile you were greeted with the sweet sound of your Victoria singing your name and running full force towards you with open arms, of course you follow in her footsteps, and soon you are both engulfing each other in a bone crushing hug and squealing each others names. After what felt like seconds but was truthful more like 5 minutes, you reluctantly release each other’s opting to hold hands instead

“my darling Persephone ,How I have missed you so! The photographs and letters you sent have done you no justice.” Victoria says in one quick breath as if she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“My beloved Aphrodite, how I have missed your presence! My memory seems to have failed me because you are even more beautiful then it gave you credit for!”

The comments earned a string of giggles from you both as you embraced again.

Once you both were ready you locked arms an turned towards the house to see her Father an ,begrudgingly to you, her brother.

You walked up the steps leading to the town house with a big smile plastered on your face As Mister Penbury pulled you in a tight bear hug with a kiss on the cheek which you returned.

“Ahh the all mighty Zeus, how I have missed these hugs”

“(Y/N) you have grown into quite the women this last year. I hope America was good to you?”

“It was more then good…it was simply…spectacular, but nothing could hold a candle to great England.”

“That’s what I like to hear love” he said with a small pat to your cheek.

And with one last squeeze he you let go.

Turing you were now face to face with the one person you couldn’t stand. The look on Ralph’s face matched the one you had gave the moment you layed eyes on him. Nose scrunched up ,lips pursed into a pout of disgusted an eyebrows pulled together in a scowl.

“Hades.” Was all you could muster up in the most hate filled voice ever.

Ralph looked you up an down with a roll of his eyes.

“(y/n) how many times do I have to tell you call me by my name, and how I do hate that you an my sister still insists to call me that ridicules nickname.”

Ah the nicknames, how you did love them so. A little backstory, when you and Victoria were younger you had both decided to give everyone a nickname after you read a book of Greek mythology. The story’s had intrigued you both as children and had become the normal for anyone who knew you personal. The fact that Ralph hated his only made it that much sweeter.

With a smirk you an Ralph got into one of your famous ‘who will backdown first’ stare downs. It was something that had started at your 16th birthday party. The year you has Celebrated becoming a Women because now you could officially entire Society, Something you despised with a passion but did because of your dear Victoria.

“Oh good heavens. I can’t do this anymore. Move Hades! “ Victoria practically yelled while shoving Poor Ralph out the way much to his Protest Earning a maniacal laugh from you as she pulled you in by your arm.

Once settled in the amazing townhouse that the Penbury twins resided in, you all met in the Drawing room for a late afternoon tea ,via Victorias doing much to her twin brother protest.

As you sipped on that cup of tea you couldn’t help but close your eyes let a small sound of delight and relief escape you as you let the taste and smell of the tea consume you.

You blushed as you realized what you had done, feeling slight embarrassed as you looked around as saw all eyes on you.

“The tea that good dear?” Mister Penbury laughed shaking his head sipping his cup.

You laughed setting your cup down “my apologies, truly. As much as I enjoyed America and all the cuisine they had to offer it seems they just couldn’t get a simple cup of English tea right. So this is a simple pleasure I’ve been looking forward too for sometime”

Victoria smiles and coos at that. She always told you how much she appreciate your joys for the little things In life that other took for granted so often, even her. You always brought her down to earth when you were around And with her larger then life personality it was nice to have that around.

As tea continue and you talked about your time in America, Ralph hadn’t said a single thing, not that you cared to hear what he had to say, but you could tell his father was starting to get frustrated with the lack of communication from his Only son. With a clearing of his throat mister Penbury got Ralph’s attention, earning a sigh of reluctance from the young man before he finally joined the conversation.

“So (y/n) why is it you went to America again? I seem to have forgotten. All the days of peace and quiet must of cleared my head of whatever it was you last squaked out before you left”

You looked at him and rolled your eyes. The anger practically radiating off you towards him.

“Well Hades scene you seem to have forgotten, which isn’t much of a surprise seeing as you have the IQ of a chimpanzee, wait no that’s a insult to all chimps out there and i simply can’t do that to them, but Anyways to answer your question I went to finish my studies and live with my great aunt Hellen while I help get her finances in order.”

Ralph hated that he had to bit his own tongue an fake some interest in your explication and ignor the insult to his intelligence.

This made you happy to see an earned a small snickers from you.

To anyone not familiar with your whole situation with the Younger of the twins it would of been awkward an uncomfortable with the tension Ralph and you gave off when simply talking. they simply didn’t understand the backstory that has formed this tension over the years.

For you see As the only child of your late mother and father you were to be married off to a wealth man only for him inherit what was rightfully yours by blood. Your father has decided that his best friend an business partners son would be the best choice for a husband. You were a measly two years old when you were promised to a four year old Ralph.

The thought was a joy when you were young an naive and knowing you were growing up with your future husband and would eventually die with his too made your stomach flutter with butterflies ,it was quite poetic when you thought about it. But as you grew older an the reality was finally revealed at the ripe age of 8 that he would inherited your fortune all because of the fact that you were a female and he was a male, Well it made you fill with rage an disgusting for the boy you had thought you loved.

Because of this you tried your hardest to be better then him in all things academically and leisurely just to prove you were just as worthy as him and all the things he was give simply due to the fact that he has a penis.

It had driven a wedge in between you two over the years as you constantly outdid him in everything. He was versed in literature so you became and expert , he has a great ear for music but you have a better one, he enjoyed math well guess what you excellent in it. You could tell it made him resent you for making him seem less then to his father, who was already disappointed in the man his son had become over years but it wasn’t your problem that you were simply better. You couldn’t help it and to add insult to injury you were also more physically inclined as well. Being a pro in hunting not just with a gun but also a bow, being a award winning equestrian, and lastly always being able to beat him in an arm wrestling match. Now it may not seem like much but to make him lose to a female at a simple arm wrestling match was your biggest conquest an what had really cemented Ralph’s hatred for you after you had beat him at his 14th birthday in front of all his friends an Victorias as well at only the age of 12, Not even a lady yet still just a child.

you were pulled out from your thoughts of being a better human by mister Penbury informing you of his departure of the townhouse to go away for business. You frowned and felt you stomach ack a little at the news

“Aww you aren’t staying for the party? I was so hoping to steal a dance with my favorite dance partner.”

Mister Penbury could see the pain in your eyes leaning down to give you a small kiss on the crown of your head as he stood up

“We’ll as much I would love to stay an take you up on that offer my love I have business to attend too. I do hope you enjoy the party it’s costing me a pretty penny.” He said eyeing Victoria as he said it. The thought made you laugh, knowing as much as he hated to spend all that money on a simple party he just couldn’t say no to his dear daughter especially when said party was for you ,see you were also his daughter, well god daughter but still he treated you like one. Always buying you gifts an having you over at his house all the time spending to time with the twins. And after the death of your father not even a year after losing your mother he really took his roll of being your father figure seriously. It meant a lot to you for you always though of him as a second father growing up. So as much as it pained you see him leave after such a long time apart you know you had to let him go tend to the business that both he and your father worked so hard to grow into what it was now. So with a long strong hug an one last kiss goodbye he was gone, and in almost an instant Victoria was pulling you toward her bed room so she could finally prod you for the more devious details of you year abroad as you both got ready for the party that was to take place that night. Giggle and laughter all the way up the stairs you couldn’t help but see Ralph in the corner of your eyes with what almost looked like a happy smile on his face looking at… you?

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