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cheekypeakyblinder · 1 year

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

Its been a few days. Franny had been in cloud nine knowing she would be able to go to the races. But it had taken a rather dark turn fast. She knew Thomas wanted to take over the races. And beat Billy Kimber to it.

All the same, she heard that Freddie and Ada had been married. They did it small because of the search warrant for Freddie's arrest. But not even she had been invited. She was Ada's best friend and it stung a little. Franny had promised to be speaking with Thomas that evening. So she went to the small pub where they poured to a woman with a few friends. The Marquis was a place under the guardianship of the Peaky Blinders.

The time was getting late and the men in the pub were getting more handsy. Franny knew how to handle a drunk. But usually, they let her alone because she was being shadowed by John, Arthur, or Thomas. So when she went to bring their glasses back to the bar for a refill, a man came standing behind her.'I see no ring.' The man said leaning in closely by her neck. She saw two other men gather around the table with her friends. There were a few things she had picked up from the Shelby boys.

The first thing was to stay incredibly calm and not show any emotion. Because if she showed fear or a shocked presence it would trigger them even more. The second was to speak calm and really politely back. And the third thing was to always have something to defend yourself. Franny had ignored his previous comment to hopefully just shake him off. And when she had gotten the glasses of beer and turned around the man was still there. 'I asked you something girl.' he said again wanting to take a glass of beer. But Franny took the glasses closer to herself and put them back on the counter.

'I'm sorry sir, but I'm not interested.' she said. 'You don't have to be interested you need to get home sometime soon yeah? It's late already.' he said with a nasty grin 'I'm actually waiting for someone to give me the information I need so I'm not going home just yet.' Franny said. 'Well I can wait girl.' the man said with a smirk and he grabbed one of the cups off the counter. When the door opened.

'Leave the girls alone.' A Thick and low voice spoke. It was Thomas. The man froze and looked down to her. 'There's my information.' Franny said sweetly and she took the cup back and the others and walked over to the table. 'Fran didn't I tell you to bring a gun when your out alone?' John said. He had come in after Thomas and walked up to her friends.

'Good evening ladies, I'll be the one escorting you home tonight.' John said while putting his head off. 'I have your gun.' Franny said as she raised her skirt revealing a gun in her sock. She turned around to the man who had just talked to her. His face had turned as white as a sheet. Franny just winked at him as she walked over to Thomas and gave him a beer. She gave the other to John who threw it back directly nudging her shoulder before escorting Franny's friends out of the building.

'So tell me what was the urgent matter.' Thomas said picking out a cigarette out of his box 'Ada and Freddie Thorne were married today.' She said quietly. 'Freddie defied your orders, they haven't left the city.' Franny said while getting a cigarette out of Thomas his box. Thomas looked down as he lit his cigarette and passed her the matches. 'Me and Polly will deal with it.' Franny said lighting her own. And taking it between her fingers. Thomas had his eyes focused on something on the floor. You could see he was deeply in thought.

'Tommy.. We'll deal with it.' she said again. 'Where are they?' Thomas just asked. 'Freddie's comrades have safe houses. Why do you want to know?' Franny asked. 'I want to send them flowers Fran. Why do you think?' Thomas said looking up at her. ‘Would it be so bad if they stayed?' Franny tried to bring the subject around to Thomas not killing Freddie. To which Thomas waited a few seconds to respond but he hung over the table more to get to her closer. 'I promised I'd run Freddie out of town.' Thomas said looking in her eyes.

'Promised who?' Franny asked leaning in. Thomas stood up and put his coat back on. He waited for Franny to join him she put her hat on and her coat and walked after him. When they were outside and almost alone on the street he started talking again.'I told the coppers Freddie wouldn't come back.' Thomas admitted.'It was part of the deal.'Franny stopped walking.'What bloody deal?' She asked getting frustrated with Thomas.'Are the others on board with this? Did you take a meeting? Because I haven't heard anything from the others.' Franny said getting a little worked up.Thomas pulled her at her arm to walk with him again.'If you let me and Pol deal with Ada and Freddie, it'll end in peace.' Franny said looking him straight in the eye.'You get Freddie out of town, Fran. or else I'll deal with him myself.' Thomas said as they stood in front of her house.'Wear something red for the races tomorrow.' Thomas said before he left her at the door walking home.

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nymphadorajulia · 1 year

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Y/n lee POV

After so long I'm back

Well tonight I have to dance so I hope to recognize new people until you think before I was not a child but my weight loss is the Shelby family again I miss Tony and Arthur from Aunt Polly and especially John

time cut

The night had already arrived and I'm getting ready to dance the stage too but people should sit down too look look at a curtain party and I see that there are a lot of people the musicians so I'm going down amateur I go in...

pov john

I learned that a group of gypsies had arrived together by speaking to my brothers

John: Tommy, Arthur about a group of gypsies arriving I said it has a very magnetic message and it drives people crazy

Arthur: and how much would Johnny boy be that I think about three of us will see this beautiful lady dance

Tommy: I think das Chile pays our tickets So my brothers better get my decent haircut that's going to be tonight

John: after that we are all messed up we wait until the time comes and we pay our entrance we sit on some rug pads that were there in front of us at a small table we wait until we go the scales come in i don't know when i start that bike like this already I knew

POV y/n

Y/n: Hello gentlemen, welcome my name is y/n lee as I think you've noticed I'm a gypsy and today I would dance some songs and dances of my people

And in the middle of the disease and even 3 men who were there that I think they are gypsies too but I don't know close to him and then I threw old thread to cover my face

After that, the dance ends and talks

Y/n: the dance I'm going to dance now is very old among my people because it's very dangerous and also and I think that of all the gypsies I know from my family I'm the only person who knows how to dance - (speaks and picks up a sword) - because if I give any swipe that sword can cut my body

Arthur: so be careful princess

Tommy: yeah we don't want to see her beautiful body get hurt (the three men laugh)-

Y/n: Of course I will sir

(Sword Dance)

The dance is over and I'm too say goodbye and go back to my carriage

(Carriage)

#imagines #paeck blaider #john shelby x yn #john shelby

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themultifandomgal · 1 month

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Hey I got a request for peaky blinders

So basically tommy is a single dad to a girl she is 2 years old and you got you was I’ll and tommy was in a meeting and you was bored she u walk. In and tommy yelled at you So you run off and started crying you find John and Arthur and told they what happened how u was I’ll and they find tommy to tell him he was a dick about yelling at you then he told u he was sorry

Hope that make sense x

Tommy Shelby- Just Want To Protect You

I hope this is what you wanted.

YN and Tommy haven’t been dating all that long, she knew he was a single dad and his daughter, Mary, came first no matter what. YN also knew that he was a dangerous man, but she didn’t care. To her Tommy was a caring man who loved his family (even if he didn’t show it), all he wanted to do was keep YN and his daughter safe.

Unfortunately Mary had been ill with a cold the last week so while Tommy was in meetings YN would take on the roll of looking after her, however today YN woke up feeling rough. She has a headache, stuffy nose and scratchy throat, but still being a mother figure to the young girl YN takes on the task of looking after her and and house while Tommy is in his office working.

“I want daddy”

“I know” YN replies bouncing the crying girl in her arms “but daddy is busy. Why don’t you take a nap. You might feel better and when you wake up, daddy might be finished”

“Ok” Mary sniffles snuggling into YN’s neck. YN takes Mary to her bedroom and puts her down. She stays with Mary until she’s asleep. Feeling rough herself she decides to go and have a nap herself, however due to her blocked nose and now cough, YN gives up after half an hour.

Making her way down stairs she decides to make herself and Tommy a cup of tea. Feeling bored YN knocks on Tommys office door before walking in

“Hi love, I made you a drink” YN says walking in placing the tea on his desk, Tommy just grunts in response “Mary is asleep, still has this awful cold. I said maybe once she wakes up you’d be finished with work”

“And why would you tell her that?” Tommy looks up to YN

“I just thought that you could have a break, you can sit in your chair and work all the time. Mary misses you”

“I can’t just stop working because Mary wants me to”

“I’m not saying that. You’ve been in here since 6 this morning. It’s now 1 and you’ve not had a break or anything to eat”

“I can’t”

“Fine. Guess I’ll be looking after your sick child all day again”

“I didn’t ask you to”

“Then who will? Your to busy with you fucking businesses to even notice that she’s been crying for you this morning”

“Don’t you swear at me!” Tommy yells standing up “Mary isn’t even your daughter so if she’s so much of a bother why don’t you just go!” Feeling taken back YN takes in what Tommy just said

“Fine” YN replies keeping her tears back.

Asking one of the maids to keep an eye on Mary, YN leaves the house and makes her way to the Garrison where she sees Arthur and John

“YN” John waves his brothers girlfriend over

“Hi” she sadly says

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s our brother done this time?” Arthur sighs

“It’s just that, I don’t feel well but ive been taking care of his daughter who’s also ill. When I told him to have a break from work he just blew up”

“Our brother is an idiot YN, I’ll speak with him” John replies

“No don’t. He will know I’ve spoken to you and he will probably have a fit. I’m gonna get a drink”

That evening YN sits her home with a book in her hands, when there is a knock at her door. Putting her book down she heads over feeling confused to who could be at her front door. Opening it up there is Tommy holding flowers in his hands

“I’m a dick I know. I’m sorry”

“You better come in” YN opens up her door wider so Tommy could enter “where’s Mary?”

“At home. Ada has her. I know I shouldn’t have shouted at you, your ill and been looking after my daughter. You didn’t have to but you did. I just get so scared when it comes to you and Mary. I just want to keep you safe and we have a problem with the business. I didn’t want you involved, I didn’t want to worry you”

“Tom, I’m your girlfriend. If we want this to work you can’t shut me out”

“I know I know. Arthur and John knocked some sense into me. Let me make it up to you. Let me cook supper for you. Treat you like a queen”

“I’d like that” YN smiles.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby

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warnersister · 4 months

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“Tea in the Cotswolds” Michael Gray x Reader

Michael Gray x Reader

When Thomas has business with Archibald Wentworth, a prestigious delegate in the Cotswolds, Michael is tasked with occupying the man’s adult daughter - getting more acquainted than expected.

The Blinders had expanded their business - all the way to the Cotswolds, Tommy had taken John and Michael for the ride; leaving Arthur back in Birmingham as he didn’t find this the right environment for any sort of negative articulation to be breaking out; especially at Wentworth Family Manor.

The houses became progressively larger as the carriage rolled down the cobbled street, some with drives too large to be able to see the house it belonged to at all. But eventually, the vehicle came to a stop at the looming house; substantially larger than all others. In his head, the only similar build Michael had seen to this was Buckingham Palace - large and awe-inspiring enough to be the encasings to a proud museum, contents sacred and protected.

But potentially Michael’s imagination wasn’t too far from reality.

“Right,” Tommy began, eyes flicking between the two men whom had accompanied him. “Today is a very important meeting. And i need to leave a good impression on the Wentworth’s. So we leave our egos and our guns in the car.” John’s brows creased in confusion. “Leave our guns?” “They’re not dangerous. This is legal business; real estate - dabbling a bit in the illegal side of things but not enough go start a fight. Mr Wentworth is an extremely prestigious man, as is his wife and daughter.” He told them calmly. “I’ll talk with Mr Wentworth, John you’ll talk with his missus and explain what we do: nicely. Michael - I’ll leave you to get acquainted with his daughter, yn.” “You’re leaving me with the child?” He asked, confused. “Yn is twenty.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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wednesdayismyfunday · 1 year

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The last sip

Summary : Tommy and y/n are childhood friends and both want more .

Warnings : mentions of drinking . Swearing . Smut . No story line . Not enough metaphors

Pairings : Tommy Shelby x y/n

It was a hard day . Tommy was in desperate need of a drink . He went to the living room to find his golden nectar. He was ready to leave his troubles in a bottle . As he walked in he saw yn and an empty bottle of bourbon. She had a glass in her hand with bourbon in it . Tommy watched with horror when he saw yn tip the bourbon out the window . Y/n had taken it upon her self to look after Tommy . They had been childhood friends then lost contact after Tommy went to war . Yn came back into Tommy’s life when John died . She saw how much he needed someone to care for him. Even if he didn’t want it .

“ what the f**k are you doing ?” Tommy yelled. Y/n turned to face Tommy . No sign of fear or regret on her face.

“ I am tired of you drinking until you pass out. You have a child and a family . Grow up Tommy , this drinking thing is so childish. Alcohol isn’t gonna fix your problems.” Yn spat .

“ Is this all because I kissed you last night.” Tommy replied. Tommy got drunk and kissed Yn .

“ Yes. It is Tommy . You treat people like trash . Then you expect them to treat you like a hero. You kissed me and then told me I am not worth it . That I was a waste of a kiss.” Yn yelled .

“ I was drunk Y/n. I didn’t mean it.” Tommy yelled back.

“ You still said it . I can only imagine what you say to the rest of the family when you have been drinking.” Y/n spat.

“ They don’t see me drunk. It’s only you. You’re the only one who sticks around.” Tommy said .

“They don’t stick around because you keep hurting them Tommy.” Yn said gently . Tommy sighed and walked to a couch. He put his head in his hands and mumbled.

“ How do I stop ?” Yn walked to Tommy and put her hand on his shoulder.

“ Well for starters let’s get rid of the alcohol.” Y/n whispered .

“ Then?” Tommy said. He looked up at Y/n who still had her hand on his shoulder. She knelt down and moved her hand to his cheek.

“ Let someone in.” Y/n held Tommy’s gaze . Trying to read his expression. He was quite for a while. Trying to process the right thing to say. Tommy looked at y/n then back down to the ground . He too in a deep breath and spoke.

“ The kiss wasn’t a waste because it was with you, it was a waste because I had done it drunk. You are worth more then a drunk kiss. I should have kissed you under the stars or near a fire. It should have been different . I am sorry.” Tommy explained . He moved closer to y/n and pulled her into his lap. She didn’t say a word , too scared it would ruin the moment. He closed his eyes and leaned into the couch . Y/n let a smile slip out . She moved closer so that her mouth hovered over Tommy’s .

“ You smell like bread.” Tommy muttered . Y/n laughed and nudged Tommy .

“ Aren’t you supposed to be a smooth talker? What kind of foreplay is that?” Y/n said smiling. Tommy opened his eyes and laughed . He had meant it to sound soothing , maybe he had lost his touch.

“ I mean you smell like bread in the oven.” Tommy corrected himself . Y/n laughed once more . Tommy started laughing with yn . They laughed until tears formed . Tommy had no idea how to tell her that when he smells bread it reminds him of her . It was warmth and home . Every time he tried to get it out they burst into laughter .

“ Ok , ok Tommy . Will you stop trying to seduce me with all this bread talk and just kiss me already .” Y/n said. Tommy moved his hand towards her face and pulled her in for a kiss . It was a kiss they would remember for years to come. Filled with love and passion . Tommy held her so close he could feel her heart beating . He gentle pushed her away making y/n concerned. He gently moved his hands to her blouse , slowly unbuttoning each button with shaking hands . Tommy had never felt so nervous before . Y/n put her hand over his and took over . Once she finished taking her blouse off . She pushed Tommy further into the couch . She stood up and took her skirt off . Leaving her in her underwear . Tommy took a deep breath and covered his face with his hands .

“ You make me so nervous,” Tommy mumbled through his hands. Y/n moved forward and kissed Tommy’s hand. Tommy moved his hands and pulled yn in for another kiss. This time with hunger and passion. Y/n moaned into the kiss. Tommy no longer nervous started stripping his clothes off, leaving him in his underwear. Yn sat on Tommy again and started grinding against his length. Tommy began pushing Yn further onto him so they could feel each other through their underwear. He had never felt this good from just rubbing onto someone. He desperately needed more.

" Tommy please," Y/n begged. She didn't even know what she was begging for, all she knew was that she needed him.

" Darling , tell me what you want." Tommy whispered.

" I need you to be in me. Please. " Yn begged. Tommy lifted yn and moved her so she was lying on her back. He gently took off her underwear. Y/n wiggled underneath Tommy. Tommy held on to y/n by the hip. He began kissing her inner thigh. Slowly making his way to her core. Y/n moaned at the sensation. Still needing more.

" Tommy please," Y/n begged again.

" What a desperate girl," Tommy said. He stood up and took off his underwear. He pushed himself into her . Both eliciting a moan at the sensation. He began slow, letting yn get used to his size. Then when she began begging he moved faster. Y/n felt dizzy from Tommy. They made love for hours. Both climaxing multiple times. Years of tension washing away with each thrust. They had made there way to Tommys bedroom and were lying on his bed. They were holding each other, soothing each others muscl. Y/n eyes closed and she sighed contently.

" I love you."

" I love you too."

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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On My Mind (Part 7)

Finn Shelby x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Just a short chapter. Getting back into writing for Peaky Blinders.

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Summary: F/Reader is the niece of Luca Changretta and Finn Shelby takes a special interest in her.

YN's POV:

"Well, well, well, will you look at that." Finn and I stepped back from one another, and there at the entrance to the bedroom, stood Tommy and Arthur.

They both had a blank expression on their faces and I could feel my palms getting sweaty with how intense their gazes were.

I was hoping that I wouldn't be seeing them for atleast a few more days, but here they are, and they both look as intimidating as ever.

"Hello Tommy. Hello Arthur." I said, hoping I sound confident.

"Hello YN, long time no see." Tommy said to me. I gave him a thin smile, not wanting to say or do anything that can set these two men off.

The air was tense and Arthur was just looking at me, hardly blinking. When I heard the news about John, I knew Arthur would of taken it the hardest.

Underneath that tough exterior is a man who does have a good heart and cares very much for his family.

"We should get downstairs, dinner will be ready soon and we know how Pol is about us being late." Finn said, trying to break the tension.

Arthur just mumbled something but shut up once Tommy turned his gaze to him. Arthur turned and stomped his way down the stairs to the direction of what I assume is the dining room.

Now it was Tommy, Finn and I. Tommy took one step into the room and his hands were in his pant pockets.

"Finn, I would like a word with YN."

"But Tom,"

"I will not hurt her. Now leave Finn."

I wanted to grip Finn's hand to keep him from walking, but he just squeezed my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I will be just outside this door Tommy." He said to his older brother.

"I know Finn."

With one last look at me, the door was closed and it is now just Tommy and I, just staring at one another.

"You can relax YN. I am not going to hurt you." I couldn't relax though. Not when I am alone in the room with Tommy Shelby.

A man who I have known most of my life and who I once considered a brother to me, but that was before the war between our families.

"When Finn told me he bought a ticket for you to come back here, I will confess that I was angry. He went behind the family's back to bring a Changretta back here."

I didn't say a word. I have no idea where he is going with this.

"We didn't talk for days, so much so that Pol got involved. He threatened to leave us behind to spend his life with you." I didn't know that part.

"Ada and Pol sat Arthur and I down to talk to us about you."

"And?" I asked quietly.

"They had to remind us that you are not your family. That you had nothing to do with any of this. I do not blame you for Grace or John's deaths YN."

A huge wave or relief came over my body.

"Tommy, may I say one thing?" I asked him as he turned towards the door. He turned to look back at me.

"Of course YN, this is your house after all."

I took a deep breath. "I am sorry for what my family did to yours. Grace, was a wonderful woman who welcomed me in with open arms and John...when I heard about John, I cried myself to sleep. I begged my Uncle not do this."

"I can imagine you did, but he did what he thought was right to avenge his Father and Brother. If I could take back one thing about about that night when we took your Grandfather, was that I shouldn't have had my men hunt you and your Grandmother down."

"Tommy, you were angry and upset and what's done is done. We can not change the past."

A rare smile came over his hard features. "You have gotten smarter since I last saw you YN Changretta." He opened the door and clapped Finn on the shoulder as he walked past.

Finn had a worried expression on his face and I smiled at him, to let him know that things were okay.

I could hear Pol calling for us to come down to dinner, just like old times.

Ada and Pol hugged me once they saw me. I was introduced to Linda. She seemed okay. Very religious it seems, and not at all who I thought Arthur Shelby would of married.

There was one person I was not expecting to see and that was Lizzie Stark. She has married Tommy and he seems to be happy with her.

Now Arthur through out the meal refused to make eye contact with me. I tried to speak to him, but he just wasn't having it.

Even Pol and Tommy were trying, but no one was getting through to him. He just stayed quiet and ate his meal.

Finn had a massive smile on his face the whole time. His arm was over the back of my chair and he would lean down to whisper in my ear throughout the evening.

Finn stood up at the end of the meal. The whole room went quiet and I was more shocked that the Shelby family actually knew how to be quiet.

"Thank you for all coming tonight to be here for me and YN." The family raised their glasses to me expect for Arthur of course.

"But I am not up here just saying thank you. I want to ask YN something very important and I hope she will say yes."

Finn placed his glass on the table, with out ever taking his eyes off of me.

"I know this is all very sudden, but YN with you being out of my life for so long, I knew I couldn't spend another moment without you by my side."

Finn is now on one knee and he has reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a very familiar ring.

"Will you marry me YN?" I answered with no hesitation.

"Yes Finn." He slipped on the ring and family clapped and cheered for us, except for one.

Arthur slammed his hand on the table and slowly stood up. He was looking right at the ring that is now on my finger.

"Is that what I think it is?" He asked in a low tone.

"Yes Arthur." Finn said.

"You gave her our Mother's ring." The air was thick with tension once more.

"Enough Arthur." Tommy said as he lit a cigarette.

"Arthur sweetheart, have a seat." His wife said, trying to defuse the situation.

"No, I will not. I have no idea how any of you are okay with our traitor of a brother bringing the likes of her into this family."

"Calm down at once Arthur." Pol said.

"I will not. He stole that ring from us. It was in the safe at the Shop."

"Finn did not steal it. I gave it to him." Ada said. Arthur's glared turned his sister, who didn't even looked fazed.

"You what?"

"I gave it to him. It was left to me and I wanted to keep it in the family. So when he was talking about going shopping for one, I talked to Tommy about it and he also agreed."

"The lot of you have lost your whole damn mind! She probably has people on the way here as we speak."

"I don't Arthur. I came alone."

"Shut up." He snarled.

"Do not tell her to shut up Arthur." Finn said as he stood to his full height.

"I think we should go." Linda said as she stood next to her husband.

"I believe that would be best." Finn said. I stood next to him as we watched them leave.

Well, this went better than what I imagined actually. No one hurt or dead.

Part 6 ♤ Part 8 coming soon

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enchantedsoulofmine · 2 years

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Misunderstandings...

Thomas Shelby x Female!reader

Summary: Misunderstandings can lead to problems far ahead than our imagination. Some times these misunderstandings can break the most beautiful and pure bond in just a second.

Warnings: Angst?/kinda emotional/ fluff in the end/ Some grammatical mistakes because english is not my first language.

The weather was at its worst ; bitterly cold with the leaden clouds that gave no visibility. The sound of the thunder was all that was heard in the town. In a little while, rain drops started falling from the sky. In between the sounds of shoes colliding with the puddles on the street and the sounds of cars splashing water on the road there came a car to a halt. Stepped out a man wearing a white shirt underneath a black vest with a pocket watch attached to it and a heavy black coat over his outfit underneath.

The door to the Garrisons opened with a loud thud and entered Thomas Shelby. All rain - drenched, the tears which fell from his eyes mixed with the tiny droplets of water running down his newsboy cap. He took long steps towards the people who were looking at him sympathetically.

"Don't look at me like that" came a hoarse voice. Thomas sat on the chair infront of the bar stand and leaned his back on the chair, his blue orbs staring at the ceiling. His face blank. " Everyone, go home" he said, sadness filled his voice. "Arthur?eh, go to Linda, John? Go, Ada? Karl must me waiting for you, Go home everyone" Thomas rapidly said everything, finishing the last sentence with a loud voice. They all agreed to him as they knew that Thomas was not in the situation to argue.

Thomas felt a hand on his left hand which was on his lap while his right hand was holding a glass of alcohol. He looked up and saw that it was Polly. Before he can say anything Polly cut him off. "Thomas, listen. All that happened was just misunderstandings between you and her. Thomas, misunderstandings can lead to problems far ahead than our imagination. They can break the most beautiful and pure bond in just a second. Now go to her---" Polly was cut off by Thomas shouting " I went to her but her mother didn't let me meet her" he ran a hand over his face and then ran his fingers through his disheveled hair.

"Go to her. Her mother can't stop you from meeting your wife. She is your wife. Just talk like two adults and solve it. This all are misunderstandings Thomas between you and Y/n" That was all Polly said and left the bar after giving a sympathetic smile to him.

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Thomas thought and thought and thought about Polly's words. She was right. And he hated it. Albeit he wanted to talk to his wife, he was reluctant. He thought that she hated him now and didn't even want to see him.

He slammed the glass on the table and stood up from the chair. He can't let his family break. He took his car keys and went out of the Garrisons. He started the car and with the hope to reunite with his wife he left for Yn's house.

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Thomas banged the door of Y/n's house and before he can band the door for the third time, the door swept open revealing a lady wearing an elegant white dress with a necklace made of emerald on her neck. Mrs Y/l/n. She was Y/n's mother. "Go away!" She spat and tried to closed the door. Thomas stopped her from closing the door and looked at her through his glassy eyes. "Let. Me. Meet.My.Wife." Thomas grit his teeth. Y/n's mother taking a deep breath opened the door and stepped aside to let him in.

Thomas took long steps towards Y/n's room and he quickly climbed the stairs and within seconds he found himself facing the door of his wife's room. He knocked on the door lightly and when no one opened the door, he banged on the door. He was infuriated, annoyed and irritated with the situation he and Y/n was in.

The door opened revealing a woman who looked completely tired with tear stained cheeks and her hair disheveled. "Thomas" came a broken voice which made Thomas' heart break into pieces. "Y/n" he whispered and entered the room as Y/n stepped aside to let him on. He closed the door and looked at Y/n who was looking at him with her eyes which were filled with shine and sparkle that was most loved by Thomas.

"Y/n, we need to fix this" he exclaimed. "Yes" Y/n went and sat on her be looking at her fingers. And that was when Thomas noticed how pale she looked, she looked so weak and broken, the sparkle he loved to see in her eyes was now lost. 𝑂ℎ ℎ𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.

"I am not in love with Grace anymore Y/n" Thomas said in a crisp voice and Y/n looked at him blankly. "Really?" she asked, "yes" said Thomas bluntly. "And i didn't cheat on you Thomas" she said sniffling a little. "When i came to know that Grace was also there in the exhibition, i thought you might have rekindled your past love for her. I became insecure and went to a bar to get drunk and forget all about that. I was drunk but really not that drunk to not notice that a man tried to force himself on me when i was on my way back home. And Michael saw him getting close to me and thought that i was cheating on you. He gave you the wrong information. When i went home, we got into a big fight, we both didn't gave each other a chance to explain ourselves. " Y/n couldn't help but cry when she finished her last sentence.

Hated it. Thomas hated it. He hated his wife cry. He got close towards him and put a hand around her shoulder and pulled her to his chest. He let her cry. He let her sadness flow out. He hated how he got tears welled up in his eyes. But at this time he had to comfort his wife.

When Y/n sat up straight on the bed and her tears with her sleeves of the robes she was wearing, Thomas decided that it is the time to ask her something. "Why did you think that i have rekindled my love for Grace?" He asked her in the softest voice he could speak. "Nobody forgets their past lovers Tommy..." she paused and Thomas didn't say anything waiting for her to speak again. "And look at me then look at her... she is beautiful, knows how to shoot, she's all that i'm not" Thomas knew she was getting insecure. "Y/n, stop!" He exclaimed. "Y/n, i Loved her and now i love you!" He emphasized the word 'Loved' and 'Now'. "I love you for who you are, Y/n you are you and that's the reason why i love you." as he finished, he pulled her towards him and ran a soothing hand on her hair. "I love you Y/n" he pulled her chin up and made him look at his eyes. "And i love you Tommy" she whispered and that was it. They both locked their lips together forgetting about all their problems and misunderstandings.

"I guess, we were both misunderstood..." Y/n sent a soft smile to Thomas. Secretly Thomas thanked Polly for making him understand that he needed to talk to his wife and solve the matter between them. He smiled back at her and pulled her into another hug.

They both just needed to talk.

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Reblogs and comments are welcomed. Thankyou for reading. Don't copy my work and post it anywhere or translate it without my permission.

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ithebookhoarder · 2 years

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Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Alfie Solomons x Reader (Y/N):

Relationship A-Z

The Shelby Family x Reader (Y/N):

(Head-canons): Valentines day

Tommy Shelby x Reader (Y/N):

‘I’m worried about you’

‘Oh, you’re jealous’ (Jealous!Reader)

‘Oh, you’re jealous’ (Jealous!Tommy)

The one where you put Tommy in his place

(Head-canons): Taking care of Drunk!Tommy

The one where Arthur finds out about your relationship

All’s Fair in Love and War (Assassin!Reader)

One of the Family (Secretary!Reader)

The Enemy of My Enemy (Rival!Reader)

The one where Tommy Cheats

John Shelby x Reader (Y/N):

Suit-ability

Michael Gray x Reader (Y/N):

Michael-mas

The Gangster’s Daughter:

The Gangster’s Daughter: Chapters: 21/? Updates: Sundays

TGD One shots:

The one where he finds his child drinking

Cold Feet

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mythos-writes · 2 years

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Snowball Fight

Shelby Siblings x Reader

Plot: During a boring cold winter day, (Y/N) decided to make it a little more entertaining (Inspired by @syven-siren story with Finn Shelby)

Word Count: 904

Warning: Cute family moment, soft Shelby boys,

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

I do not give permission for anyone to repost/ post my stories, with or without credit. Reblogs, comments, etc. are more than welcomed, but please DO NOT copy and paste my stories that you may like onto another platform.

It was a cold January day in Birmingham. The family was supposed to be at the Arrow House for the day, but then got snowed in. They just had to make due for the weekend. Ada was in helping Polly, and her older brothers were working on their normal business. (Y/N) was stuck inside, being too young to help out, but too old to join the local kids enjoying the snow. Being the youngest Shelby was a little lonely, but she managed. She sighs, watching fresh snowfall from the grey clouds.

“What’d got you down?” a voice breaks her thoughts. She turns away from the window to see Finn standing in the doorway.

“Nothing, I just want to go out in the snow,” she replies.

“You can go, no one is stopping you,” Finn states.

“Yeah but I want someone with me. I’m too old to play with any local kids and I am too young to help out with anything in the business, and Polly always tells me to go away,” (Y/N) states, sitting on the couch. Finn sits next to her, bringing her into a side hug. (YN) sits up abruptly, making Finn jump a little.

“ I have an idea, but I’m going to need your help,” she states, moving towards the door. She quickly put on her shoes and coat before running out the door.

“(Y/N) wait!” Finn yells, catching the attention of the other Shelby siblings.

“Oi! what's going on?” Tommy questions. Finn ignores his question while he gets his things on, running out after her.

He sees her footprints in the untouched snow. He quickly follows them around the house. As he turns the corner, he looks up from the prints, he is greeted with a face full of snow. Finn falls back, getting the snow out of his eyes. (Y/N)’s giggles fill the once quiet exterior.

“Alright, what’s going on-” Arthur’s words died when a snowball hit him in the face as well. Tommy and John were surprised at the attack on their older brother. John and Tommy couldn’t get any words in before getting hit by their sister. More giggles fall from the youngest Shelby.

They brush the melting snow off them, before looking at her. The once serious atmosphere that surrounded the three, was replaced by the silly goofy one. John was the first one to throw a retaliating snowball back at her. It quickly turned into a 4 on 1. (Y/N) tried to run, but with the snow and her taller siblings, they quickly caught up to her. Tommy picked her up and threw her into a snowbank. Fits of laughter filled the Arrow House lawns as the siblings tried to catch their breaths.

“I’m cold now,” she says, still stuck in the snowbank.

“Mmmm, I wonder why,” John laughed while leaning over her. She sticks out her hands, silently asking for help. He rolls his eyes before helping her out of the snow.

“Alright, let's get you inside,” Arthur states while pulling her onto his back. They were all soaked, head to toe. When they walked in Polly, with Ada standing behind her, was standing in the hallway, watching them all stumble in.

“What on earth happened?” she questions, the snow melting onto the floor.

“(Y/N) decided she wanted to play in the snow,” Arthur replies, placing her down so she can take off her coat. Polly sighed annoyed but is secretly happy that (Y/N) had gotten her brothers out of the office.

“Ok, you lot go get changed, I don’t need any of you getting sick. Especially (Y/N) and Finn,” she points to the youngest ones.

“Come on, let's get you warmed,” John states while picking up (Y/N), throwing her over his shoulder, and marching up the stairs. He drops her off in front of the room that she uses when staying at Tommy’s. John ruffled her hair before going to change himself. (Y/N) changed into an old pair of Finn’s pants and an old shirt from one of the brothers. She fixes her hair a little before making her way to the same room that she was sitting in before. But now it was full of her family, just relaxing and sitting in front of a fire. Arthur and Tommy were sitting on the couch while John and Finn sat in some chairs.

(Y/N) sits on the floor, between Arthur and Tommy. She just watches the fire, relaxing against her brother’s legs. Her eyes grew heavy and softly leaned against Arthur’s leg, falling asleep. When they realized that she was out, Arthur softly moved her from the ground to have her lay across him and Tommy. Tommy placed a blanket across her. Before the rest knew it, they were all drifting off to sleep as well.

Polly and Ada came to check on them and saw the cutest picture. John and Finn scrunched up together on the bigger chair, Arthur and Tommy’s heads leaning off the back of the couch and (Y/N) across the two.

“(Y/N) tuckered them all out,” Ada whispers. Polly nods, trying to gawk at the cuteness that lies in the room.

“Let's not disturb them, god knows that they need the sleep,” Polly says while the two quietly leave the room.

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cheekypeakyblinder · 1 year

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

It was an early start for Franny this morning. She had brought Finn to school and had done some finances in the vault. Counting the money and trying to make Tommy's expenses seem less big.

Polly had picked up Finn from school around midday and he had been playing out by the cut for almost the whole afternoon. While Franny had been cleaning up around the house, it was stained with blood after Arthur's whole bloodbath.

Polly came in and sent Finn to get a bath. She sat down and Franny handed her the newspaper while sitting down with her. 'You should look at what they wrote about the fire.' Franny said with a small smirk on her face. When Ada came downstairs. She walked over to the kitchen and cut a piece of bread from the loaf. 'Good of you to join us.' Polly said while looking over her newspaper. 'Where have you been all day?'

Franny was sipping her cup of tea while holding a cigarette waving at Ada to say hi. 'In bed. Couldn't sleep. Then I couldn't wake up. Then I was cold, and then I had to go for a wee.' Ada said while putting the piece of bread on a plate and fetching the jar of marmalade. She sat down next to Franny.

'Then I was with this bear on a boat, but that was just a dream.' Ada said as put a bit of marmalade on the bread and took a bite. Polly was looking over her newspaper to Franny. Who was looking confused back.

'Then I was hungry.' Ada said. 'Why are you reading the paper?' She asked her aunt. 'Why wouldn't I be?' Polly asked. 'I've never seen you read the paper. I've only ever seen you light fires with them.' 'The BSA is on strike. The miners are on strike.' Polly said putting the paper down and picking up her cup.

'The IRA are killing our boys, ten a day.' Polly was looking at Ada's bread and then they looked at each other. 'What?' Ada asked. 'Ada stands up.' she said while standing up herself. 'Why?' she asked. 'Stand up.' Polly said again but not as a question.

Ada let her bread fall on the plate and shoved the crumbs off her hands while standing up. She just stood there looking at Polly like 'Is this what you wanted.' 'Side on.' Polly said. And Ada turned to her side. Polly suddenly grabbed Ada's boob and held it firmly. 'Polly what are you doing?!' Both Ada and Franny said.

Ada pulled back her robe and Franny stood up. 'Ada' Polly said looking firmly at Polly. 'How late are you?' Ada said nothing for a second and then she closed her eyes. 'One week..' She admitted. To which Franny her eyes turned big. Ada was silent for a second when she admitted it had been five weeks. Franny gasped and Polly her eyebrow raised.

'Seven if you count weekends. I think it's a lack of iron..' Ada said. 'I got some tablets...' Polly sat down. 'But they didn't work.' Ada sat back down. 'No..' She said mocking and looking at Polly. Franny was sitting there in disbelief. Ada and Franny exchanged a look. And the look Ada gave her was one of death. She didn't give that much often but Franny knew to shut up. It was for the better that she did.

Franny took her to the woman's clinic. It was late and dark. Polly insisted on coming. She was dressed completely black and almost not recognizable. When Ada came out both Franny and Polly walked toward her from a different angle.

'I'm not getting rid of it Aunt Pol.' Ada said while lighting a cigarette. 'Just come home and we'll talk about it.' Polly said to Ada pulling her with her. 'You get off me or I'll scream it.I swear.' Ada said ripping herself from the grip of Polly.

Polly was looking around. 'All right, you wanna do this on the street, let's do it on the street.' Polly said standing on the opposite side of Ada. 'Whose is it?' She asked.

'If I tell you, you'll tell them and they'll cut him to pieces.' Ada said with a lump in her throat. 'Not if he marries you, they won't' Polly answered directly.

Ada took a deep breath and another hit of her cigarette. To which Franny who had been listening to all this time ripped the cigarette out of her fingers. 'Will he marry you?' Franny asked. 'I don't know. I don't know where he is..' She said on the verge of tears. 'Jesus Christ Ada!' Polly said. 'Look he's gone away but he said he'll come back.'

'But they all say they'll come back.' Polly argued. 'He's not like that...He's a good man. He promised.' Ada exclaimed now really crying and pressing herself in a hug from Polly. 'He will come back aunt Poll I know he will.' Ada said.

The next day was race day. Franny was up early and had made the whole betting shop clean. She was writing down numbers and counting the money that had been spent on the bets. Just like most of them. Finn was running around with counted money brought to the pile. Thomas came into the shop. Where everyone was happy and drinking whiskey while counting the money. 'Hello, Mr. Shelby how's it going?' 'Hello, Frank, how's the leg?' Thomas asked. 'Not bad.' He answered.

Thomas walked past him so he could make it to the other side of the room. 'Morning Charlie.' Thomas said while walking over to Scudboat. 'All right Scudboat, how are we looking?' Thomas asked him. 'Looking good, Tommy.' he answered. 'Grand stuff.' Thomas said leaning over to the big book. When John came up from behind him.

'Tommy, Tommy, they are all here for Monaghan Boy.' He said enthusiastically.

'That's what I like to hear Johnny boy.' Thomas said while patting him on the back. He saw Franny walking by but she ignored his look and walked further to her desk. To which he frowned. 'Oh and Aunt Pol wants to see ya.' John said before walking over to Franny.

Thomas walked over to the living room where Polly was standing.Within seconds Thomas his facial expression changed. and he was out of the door. 'What was that about?' John asked lighting a cigarette. Franny said nothing for a minute when John snapped his fingers in her face. 'Hey.. you know what's going on?' he asked her.

To which Franny frowned and she took the cigarette out of his hand. 'Like I know the serious shit that's going down.' She sat back in her chair and let out a deep breath. She was just hoping Ada would come out of it alive.

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nymphadorajulia · 2 years

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my gypsy girl

Y/n: John! I scream, mud and dirt from the streets of Birmingham clinging to my back shoes and socks as I run from my best friend.

Y/n: John Shelby, slow down! JOHN !

The shrillness of my scream stops it and stops quickly, it momentarily causes me to be in trouble. He frowns when he sees the cheeky little smile on my face.

John: You know Aunt Polly doesn't like it when you come over while I'm working.

His brothers, now 12 and 15, began spending time with the Peaky Blinders in hopes of soon joining the gang. At just seven years old, John is stuck with a newspaper as a natural way of earning money for the family.

Y/n: Polly went to church She doesn't know I followed you.

I smile, a piece of my short hair in the morning breeze. John shakes his head but can't stop the crooked smile from spreading across his features.

John: damn it - He sighs, pushing the lock of hair back into place behind my ear - But if I tell you to hide, do what you once said, huh? Do it y/n Do it y/n That's all you do is boss me around all day. - John rolls his eyes. "

John: You hear how stories Arthur and Tommy tell about the streets of Birmingham Let me take care of you

Y/n: not holding a pile of newspapers by your side

John: He puffs out his chest with pride - Nothing. Not while I'm around.

JOHN POV

"Y/n Lee!" I scream, seeing her on the bridge over the cut. She's walking along the edge like it's a tightrope, a bottle of whiskey in her hand and a boy with her. I don't remember his name, but I recognize him from school. Y/n is startled by the noise, regrets it and starts to lose balance. The boy grabs her waist in an attempt to stabilize her. All I see is red.

John: Get your damn hands off her! - I shout, quickly crossing the maintenance stairs and climbing in record time to join them on the bridge.

Y/n: John-She says, sobering up livid immediately when she sees how livid I am. Y/n places her small hand on my forearm and I relax. It lasts just a moment while the school boy speaks.

Alex: I took good care of y/n She doesn't need you to follow around like a toy soldier.

My hand clenched, making a tight fist. Y/n feel the muscles in my arm grow tight and wide, pulling away to increase distance and a fight she knows is about to begin. She acts on instinct, reading my mind, knowing me better than I do sometimes. My fist hits the kid in the face and a sickening crack resounds with the first punch. I hit two more before y/n's voice snaps me back to reality.

Y/n: John - She says. It's just a whisper, but it's enough to stop me. I grab the boy by the collar, lifting him up so we're nose to nose. A little of her blood stains my face, but I don't mind as I mock him.

John: No closer to sn again. Are you listening to me ? - Don't even head close to the scale and I'll give him one last bridge back while he goes out across the bridge back a city.

Y/n: You didn't have to do that. I was fine

sn is quiet, not sure if I'm mad at her. I don't say anything at first, taking a bottle of whiskey from her hand. Slamming the bottle back, I take several sips before looking her in the eye.

Y/n: What were you doing with him? it was my idea so you can't blame him for that.

She explains. I scoff and shake my head softly.

John: sn, of course he is kind to you. He wants to fuck you is You don't know that - She folds her arms, stubborn as ever - You're beautiful sn I mean look at you. Any guy would die for a chance with you. I realize I'm still angry, but not at her. Sn sits on the cobblestone, feet dangling over the edge of the bridge and pats the space beside her.

Y/n: Are you jealous?

John: Christ, sn. I don't know.” She leans to the side, wiping the boy's blood off my face before resting her head on my shoulder. I take off my beret to clean the razor blades sewn into the beak of my pocket and hand it to her - I won't be around as much - She plays developed like blades, understanding I'll be busy now that I'm a Peaky Blinder.

Y/n: Are you trying to keep me safe because you won't be too close or because you don't want to see me with other guys? For the love of God.

when she makes me talk about things like that.

John: Both - I finally admit it.

Y/n: Do you like me - sn smiles returning the hat and taking my hand - To be honest I expected you to be jealous - I drop your hand, turning quickly to face her, my hands teasingly pinching her skin above hips

Y/n: You brat. You did this shit on purpose - sn screams, begging me to stop

tickle her- Alright, alright! You got me admitting that you only have feelings for me.

John: Why does it really matter?

Y/n: Because I have them for you - She says softly, suddenly unsure. I look at her lips rosy the lower one a bit than the upper one of my right hand more against her beauty before leaning in and being big already her gently. It only takes a moment for her to rebel, kissing me back, and the moment for her to rebel, kissing me back intense, and the sweet kiss becomes intense. When we finally pull away, sn laughs, biting her bottom lip.

John: You're drunk-her eyes widen

Y/n: Don't tell Aunt Polly - she begs

John: Don't tell her what? That you're drunk or do we kiss?

Y/n: Both. I'm only thirteen. She's going to kill me.” Sn swears. I'm bursting with laughter right now.

Y/n: John! - She whines. - Do not laugh at me!

John: I can't help it. You're afraid of Polly and you're cute,

Y/n: You're scared of her too - sn argues. I snort.

John: Yes, I have common sense. Of course I'm scared to death of the woman - Everything about this is uncharted territory for -

Y/N POV

I'm almost at the end of the street when two young men approach me. They are gypsies, about the age of Arthur and Tommy and I know instantly They are, two members of the Lee clan are family I'm coming flame cause of me catch throwing me on a horse screams for John when I see it walks out the door with his brothers running after us we arrive at the Caravan puts me inside a carriage and the caravan and from the window of the carriage door of John and his brothers running behind when I hear John scream -

John: SN WHEN YOU COME BACK I WILL MARRY YOU

Y/n: JOHN I LOVE YOU - after that I started to cry and the carriage starts to go faster and faster from a John away from this I've never seen John

{your hair}

#john shelby x yn #john shelby #paeck blaider

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call-sign-shark · 3 months

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Tangled Desires (and Broken Innocence)

Summary: In the gritty streets of Birmingham, the Shelby brothers rule with an iron fist. The source of their success in the criminal underworld? Their loyalty to one another. Yet, everything changes when a mysterious girl named Lola Haze and her family arrive in town. Young, bratty, and irresistible in her short sundress, she stirs Tommy, Arthur, and John's curiosity. In her attempt to flee from a toxic home and the awful secrets she hides, Lola decides to ignite the three brothers' desire. Yet she soon understands that these violent delights can only have violent ends and that she will never escape this hell she created: a hell located between love and abuse with three men.

TW: Extreme violence, M/M/F/M, kidnapping, porn with plot, rough sex, huge age gap (Lola is legal), Dubcon, mention of child abuse, highly inspired by Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov and Lana Del Rey's song. We don't know Lola's real name so consider her (Y/N).

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🫧 Theme Song: Lolita by Lana Del Rey

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Coming soon on Tumblr too.

Chapter 1: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 2: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 3: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 4: c o m i n g . . .

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

(More to come?)

🫧 Author's notes:

This will be a multi-chapter fic but the posting schedule will be irregular and I really don't know where I'm going with this. All I can tell you is that don't get fooled by the pink - this was supposed to be Halloween so it’s extremely dark, noncon and disturbing.

Also, I don't expect this to be popular. If you still want to be tagged just leave a little comment.

Please don't force yourself to read because you're my mutuals. It's okay to stay safe.

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fandom-puff · 3 years

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Bun In the Oven

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Shelby!sister reader

Requested by: anon

Warnings: swearing, some threat, pregnancy

Gif creds to owner

“Alfie would you just sit down,” you sighed, watching your husband pace up and down the parlour. Admittedly, you were just as antsy, fidgeting in your seat and looking over at the clock constantly.

“Right,” Alfie said, rounding on you, fiddling with the hem of his waistcoat. “It’s alright for you, yeah. You’re not the one who’s gonna be murdered by those fucking brothers of yours,”

Smiling softly, you moved to stand in front of him, cupping his cheek, his beard tickling the palm of your hand. “It’ll be fine,” you murmured, reaching to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “And if it’s not…”

“Then I pray for your brothers. Hell hath no fury like my missus… especially with those hormones of yours,”

“Fuck me, they’re here,” you murmured, smoothing out your skirt.

“Already have, love,” Alfie smirked, patting your bottom. “That’s why we’re in this little fucking predicament,”

You opened the door carefully and you couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across your face as you saw your big brothers. “Come in,” you smiled, but as they made to go into your parlour, you stopped them. “Ah! Get those peaky hats on the coat hook. No, John, I will not have any risk of blood on my fucking rug,”

Arthur was the first to obey- you had always been his little Princess ever since you were a baby- followed by John, and then a reluctant Tommy.

Narrowing his eyes as he hung the hat up, Tommy asked “and why would there be bloodshed in the Solomons residence, eh?”

“Just go in the fucking parlour, Tom,” you said, giving him a playful shove. Rolling his eyes Tommy obeyed his baby sister’s command, and as you went into the kitchen to fix cups of tea, Alfie followed his brothers-in-law into the parlour.

Urging your hands to stop trembling, you carried the tea into the parlour, frowning as you saw all four men sat bolt upright, not making eye contact.

“You’ve not said a word to one another, have you?” You observed, arching your eyebrows. “Honestly, we’ve had tea together loads of times, especially since Alfie and I got married,”

“Why are we here, YN?” Tommy asked, reaching for his cigarettes.

“If you’re going to smoke, do it in the kitchen,” you chided. Alfie put his hand over yours, giving it a quick squeeze. “And am I not allowed to invite my brothers to tea?”

“Course you are, darlin’” Arthur added quickly. “But what Tommy means is… well it’s all a bit sudden. And a bit… off. Normally we’ll go to the pub or one of them Camden nightclubs, and always on a weekend. It’s Wednesday.”

“I didn’t want booze,” you mumbled.

“That’s a fucking first, YN. You’re still a shelby even if you sign your name Solomons,” John teased.

“and believe me, she can give every one of my men a run for his money when the rum comes out,” Alfie added, nudging you gently and smiling. You gave a weak smile, letting Alfie, Arthur and John joke about how well you could drink and how funny you were drunk, shrinking out of the conversation slightly, fidgeting with your wedding ring.

“Tell you what, YN, shall we go to that club you like? The one that does the American cocktails?” Arthur said brightly.

“Yeah, I mean, the tea’s gone cold now,” John added.

“And we could sleep off the drink in your guest room, yeah?” Arthur suggested, but Alfie pointed at him.

“You are pushing your fucking luck, mate,”

“Fine, we can go to Ada’s then,”

“But what about little Karl? Ada won’t have us around him pissed,”

You stood up sharply. “For fuck’s sake, we’re not going to the fucking club that does the American cocktails!” You said exasperatedly. “We’re not going to any clubs or pubs, or even touching a drop of alcohol. I invited you here for a reason!”

“Why can’t we go for a drink, eh?” Tommy piped up.

“Because I said so, Tommy. I’d like to spend time with you lot sober, funnily enough,”

Alfie sighed, giving your hand a little tug to get you to sit down. “What YN is trying to say, right, is that she can’t exactly go for a drink at this moment,”

“Is it one of them fads from the magazines, YN? What have me and Tommy always said, eh? Have as many drinks as you like, but not as often as you like,” Arthur said.

“That’s what you say, Arthur. Tommy’s against her smoking and drinking and fucking,” John grinned, nudging his brother and trying to egg a smile out of you, but your lips wouldn’t budge, not even for John.

“Well it’s a bit fucking late for that, considering why we’re all here,” Alfie muttered.

“And why’s that?” Tommy said sharply, his eyes darting between you and your husband.

The playful grins dropped from John and Arthur’s faces as Alfie pressed his hand gently against your tummy.

“Bad for the baby, drinking, Innit,” Alfie said simply, and you looked at your lap, the silence that filled the room now deafening.

“Bad for the- what fucking baby?” Arthur mumbled, more to himself as his face dropped into a bewildered expression.

“Now Arthur, I’m not being funny, but surely you know that when a man and a woman love each other very much- yeah, see, John knows what I’m on about. He’s got about a hundred sprogs running ‘round Small Heath,” Alfie said, his face deadly serious, contradicting the humour laced within his words.

You finally looked up from your lap, looking your stony eyed middle brother in the eye. “Is what Solomons says true, YN?” He said in a quiet voice.

“I- yes,” you said, nibbling your lip. “We’re expec- well… I’m pregnant,” you mumbled.

“You had no fucking right!” Arthur growled, springing up.

“Arthur, I will shoot you, then bring you back to get the stains out of YN’s rug,” Alfie warned. “And I had every right, especially when my wife was fucking begging for me to f-“

“Shut the fuck up, the lot of you!” You yelled, your voice cutting across the increasing unrest in the parlour. “Like it or not, but I’m going to have a baby. Alfie’s baby. It’s about time you all grow the fuck up, grown men acting like five year olds in the playground! Now drink your fucking tea and talk like grown fucking men!”

And with that, you stormed out of the room, into the kitchen. Shakily, you leaned against the counter, blinking back angry tears that still rolled down your cheeks despite your best efforts.

After a while, the creaky kitchen door sounded and just by the sound of the footsteps you knew it was Tommy. He didn’t say a word as he approached the sink, pouring out his tea.

“Thought I told you all to drink that,” you grumbled.

“YN, I love you dearly. But I won’t drink cold tea for anyone,” he turned around, and caught on to your quivering lower lip straight away. “Hey… come here,” he said softly, and you hurried to his arms, crying into his chest. He let you cry for a bit, before patting your hair. “Pregnant, eh?” He said gently. “We’re all made up for you, YN, you know that, right? Arthur’s just…”

“Arthur?” You supplied, and he nodded. “He means well I suppose,”

“That he does. We all do,”

You were silent for a moment, before looking up to him. “So you’re not mad? Not even at Alfie?” You murmured.

“Oh, I’m fucking furious at Alfie for defiling my little sister,” he said. “But it’ll pass. He’s made an honest woman of you, and I know for a fact he treats you properly,”

“The others will come round, won’t they?”

“Of course they will. You’re still our baby sister. Give it a month or so and Arthur will be getting Linda to do all sorts of knitting. And I’ll have a word with Solomons that you’re to have the top doctors and round the clock protection,”

You leant into your brothers chest for another minute or two before standing up straight. “Come on,” you murmured. “We best go in there before Alfie and Arthur kill each other. I don’t think Arthur’s wholly come round to the idea just yet,”

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themultifandomgal · 5 months

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Oh, oh, I have a request! ~~

I have had this one in my mind for a long time. What about Tommy Shelby X sister!reader where before the war he knew her as his sweet naive sister that chokes on cigarette smoke, doesn’t like whisky and looks exactly like their mother. After he returns she is a complete different person, while the men were at war she had to take on the family business with Polly, so she has become a kind of criminal genius? Cold, calculated, unhinged at times and highly intelligent. Tommy is so shock that at first he can’t even recognize her, the look in her eyes is completely different. Maybe that shock turns into fascination, and that fascination into concern as soon as he sees what she has become.

I hope I’m not in difficulty to you with this request, I just need to get it out of my mind. Feel free to ignore it. Thanks. 🫀

Shelby Sister- A Different Girl

Before the war YN was an innocent sweet girl who never smoked or drank. She was the Shelby's pride and joy having being the only one who would rather sit and read a book instead of going out getting pissed. Tommy remembered the first time John gave YN a drink and she almost threw up from it. He also remembered when she tried one of his cigarettes and couldn't stop coughing. YN was your typical sweet doe eyed girl. So when Tommy and his brothers returned from the war they almost didn't recognise the sweet girl. Before the war she would wear dresses, have her long hair braided with a bow now she was in trousers, her hair cut short and the smile she once wore on her face was now gone.

While the boys were away YN took on the family business with her aunt Polly, dealing with many men she had to learn to grow up and how to keep herself safe.

YN walks through the door of the betting shop with her head held high. She walks over to John who's writing the bets on the bored. Rolling her eyes YN snatches the chalk from her brothers hand leaving him shocked

"Your doing it wrong" YN says rubbing off his work "oh and since it's a Friday, Mr Johnson will be in. If you don't deal with him straight away he will cause issues"

"Issues" John scoffs

"Don't say I didn't warn you"

"YN go home. Your not needed" YN turns around to see Tommy walking in with Arthur. YN raises her eyebrows

"You need me"

"No we don't. We dealt with the shop fine before we went away"

"Polly and turned the shop into what it is today. So no. I'm not going home" YN and Tommy end up having a stare off which Tommy becomes fascinated with how much his sister has changed.

YN stays at the betting shop dealing with difficult men with ease which surprises all of her siblings. One man in particular enters the betting shop, a man YN has dealt with many times. The shop had not long closed

"I told you last time to piss off" YN says barley looking at the man while she carries on doing the books

"And I told you last time I'd be back"

"Look" YN sighs now looking up at the man "Mr Harris. I'm a bit tired of removing you from the the shop. So since my brothers are back I'll let you keep that last shred of dignity you have and let you walk out of here on your own" Mr Harris starts laughing as YN stands up from her seat. Tommy watches from his office ready to intervene and any second. But what took him back was seeing his once sweet and innocent sister take out a gun and give the man a warning shot. But when the man started laughing Tommy whiteness his sister shout the man in the head. Fascination turns to concern as he watches YN place her gun back in her holster then wipe the blood off her face

"I actually liked this top" she sighs

"YN?" Tommy slowly walks out of his office slowly "why did you shoot him?"

"He's been a pain for months. Good riddance if you ask me. Now I best get rid of this body" YN says placing her hands on her hips. Long gone has Tommys sister, and she's been replaced with almost a new person. Someone Tommy knows doesn't need protecting, someone he knows he can rely on.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #tommy shelby #sister shelby #shelby sister #peaky blinders sister #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder fanfic

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warnersister · 4 months

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“Your Lethal Hand” Michael Gray x Reader

Michael Gray x Reader, Thomas Shelby x Reader(platonic)

Extremely sad ending.

You looked up at Thomas Shelby from where you were sprawled on the ground. The man you’d once called a friend; a brother. Your cousin in law after your engagement and eventual conjoining in a holy matrimonial ceremony to his cousin Michael. The man that walked you down the aisle.

You couldn’t breathe. Your chest was constricted, trachea suffocating in shallow breaths as you drowned in the salty sadness of your own tears. The world around you was the way it was before you’d met Michael - a constant bleak midwinter. Cold and grey. Shallow and painful. He’d introduced you to a magnificent make-believe that romanticised every crack and crevice and every misfortune divot of imperfections in this world into something incredulously beautiful.

Michael had shown you how to live. He’d taught you to breathe after removing that metaphorical bag you had constricted around your own head in a suicidal fashion. He’d treated you like the princess your parents refused to humour as a child and would dress you up in lavishly expensive gowns and insist on doing your hair for you - to be paraded as his and only his. He’d encouraged you to run before you could crawl and goodness did you sprint. He’d taught you who you belonged to, who you were, your reason for living, he’d introduced you to yourself and for once in life you felt free.

“No one close to you makes a choice without your opinion, Tom.”

“You selfish bastard” you’d breathed out between desperate breaths.

“Not Arthur, not me, not Ada.”

“You satanic monster” your eyes were sore now from the chlorine-like waters that pooled in the overflowing viaducts of your eyelids.

“We can’t escape you!”

“I can’t live without him Thomas.” Your heard lunged out of your chest. “You killed my husband”

“Your lethal hand is always on our shoulders”

“He was my reason to live and you took him away from me for some stupid fucking Vendetta” you clawed at nothing.

“Give me the gun, Thomas.” You say and he calmly hands his pistol to you, now unarmed himself as he felt he owed you this much. You had done nothing wrong. You were mourning.

“Killing me isn’t the answer yn” you shook your head “you and I have been friends since you punched that lad for pulling my hair when I was befriending Finn” you say. “And when I met Michael and you introduced us. You weren’t like that then. Your eyes sparkled and you picked me up and spun me around when we announced our engagement.” The gun rattled in my shaky hands, hardly able to focus on the man before me through blurry vision.

“You walked me down the aisle, kissed my cheek, gave me away and cried. We got married in your house for goodness sake.” I shout, and he remained quiet. “It’s gone on long enough. John, Polly, Michael, Grace, the Italians; the Mafia, the Peaky Blinders.” I exhale calmly. “It’s all that ever mattered to you. Not your aunt. Not your brothers. Not your cousins. Not your wife. Nothing but business.” He looks down at his feet.

“Don’t you dare look away from me.” I seethe. “I understood, for our sake. It’s the family business for crying out loud. But Michael was the only thing I had in this world and my own brother from no blood took him away from me. I loved you Tommy.” I said, lip quivering. “Yn, I understand-”

“Bury me with Michael.” You say, turning the gun on yourself as the bullet accurately punctured the space between your eyes and you collapsed forwards, Thomas catching your lifeless body as you bled onto him. He screamed in pain, looking at the woman he called a sister as a tear ran down his cheek.

“I’ll bury you with him.” He slid down the wall, looking at the red brains dripping down the adjacent one. “A lovely plot near the tree we used to swing on.”

“I’m sorry yn.”

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Hi! I’m sorry for rambling! Let me know if this is too much!😅

Can I please request a Finn Shelby x shy!fem!reader where Y/n (same age as Finn) is the youngest daughter of Vicente Changretta, but he doesn’t know she exists (she doesn’t know he’s her father) because her mother hid her away from him. After her mom passes, she finds herself in Small Heath as a teacher of young kids. As Small Heath is a dangerous place, something happens but the four Shelby brothers save her, the Shelbys essentially taking her in as their own. The Shelbys absolutely love her, and see her as a part of their family & are super protective. Awhh & it’d be cute if Finn & Y/n became best friends, eventually much more. But when Changrettas & the Shelbys find out she’s Vicente’s daughter, Tommy & Vicente decide stop the bloodshed by bringing their families together… Through Finn & Y/n (So John lives🥺💜). I imagine she would have mixed feelings about this, shook that her father is a mobster, upset that the Shelbys would use her as a pawn, but she does love Finn (& he loves her) 💜

Better Together

Finn Shelby x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos DO NOT belong to me.

Warnings: swearing, assault, attempted rape, someone getting killed.

So sorry it took me this long to get it out.

Hope you like it

Main Masterlist ♡ Peaky Blinders Masterlist ♡ Finn Shelby Masterlist

Summary: f/Reader is the unknown daughter of Vincent Changretta. She meets Finn and the rest of the Shelby clan.

YN'S POV:

I never thought I would end up in Small Heath. My Mother always told me to stay away from it as it is a disgusting, crime riddled place that no good woman should ever find herself in.

But that all changed when she passed away last year from consumption. It has always been the two of us and I am still reeling at the fact that I am now alone in this world.

I never knew my Father. I learned at a young age not to bring him up as my Mother refused to tell me about him.

And as a single woman with no income, it was either work in a factory in the town I grew up on or take on a job as a school teacher in Small Heath that was desperate for a teacher.

So I became a teacher and realised that I made the best decision once I saw the children.

The children I taught were quite young and I realised that they needed me. Many times for lunch, many of them didn't have any food so I would bring extra food for them and made sure that they got their full.

A few times the students would show up at my small home looking for food, and I always fed them. I could never turn them away.

But besides me teaching and going to the local market, I didn't venture out much. I kept to myself as I knew that was the best way to survive in this place.

But that all changed one night.

I was late leaving the school as I needed to set up the board for the next days lessons. I didn't realise how dark it was and I looked at the small watch on my wrist and noticed that it was almost 6 PM!

It was autumn now, almost winter so our days were shorter and our nights were longer.

I wrapped my shawl tighter around my body as there was a nip in the air and took my usual route to my home.

It was a quiet night and hardly anyone was outside, either enjoying their dinner or down at the local pub.

So I heard the footsteps following me. I looked back quickly and noticed two men following me.

I walked faster, hoping I was wrong and that they just didn't understand personal space.

But they sped up as well.

With my heart beating like crazy, I ran. I ran as fast as I could but the two men caught me.

I was tackled to the ground by one and I screamed as loud as I could as they forced me on my back, hoping someone in this godforsaken place will hear me and come running.

The skirts of my dress were lifted and I tried to push the person off, but he just punched me in the face.

My eye was already swelling as the tears streamed down my face. I knew what was about to happen as I saw him pull down his pants.

I closed my eyes and prayed for some type of miracle.

That is when I heard the gun shot and felt the splattering of blood. The man on top of me collapsed, his body heavy.

I heard the other man try to run but another gun shot and he too went down.

My body was shaking as the dead body was removed from a top of me. I felt a hand touch my face gently and I flinched.

"Shh, it is okay. You are not in danger anymore." I opened my eyes, well the one good eye as the other one did not want to fully open now.

I was not expecting to see the face of Finn Shelby kneeling next to me.

I was most definitely not expecting to see his older brothers there as well.

I knew who they were. How could you not know the men who own and run Small Heath and are slowly making their way through the rest of Birmingham.

"Are you alright Miss?" Arthur asked me. I couldn't speak but I just gave him a thumbs up.

Finn helped me to my feet and had my face in his hands as he looked at the damage those men did to me.

"We should take her to Pol to make sure she is good." Finn said to his brothers.

"Are you okay if we take you to get checked over?" John asked me.

"Yes."

Finn had his arm around my back, guiding me through the cobblestone streets towards a building I have walked by many times, Shelby Company Limited.

I never dared to ever try to knock on the door, as I had no idea what happened behind those doors.

The one neighbour I have become close too told me to stay away from their shop and I have, until this very day.

The five of us walked through the front door and towards the back. I could make out a woman who I am assuming is Polly Gray and her son Michael.

"Pol.." sounded like Tommy was going to speak but she cut him off.

"Sit her down here Finn. You boys know what to grab." I could of laughed at her calling them boys but I didn't.

I felt the calming hands of Polly on my face, her checking me over.

I never imagined that after what happened tonight I would become almost like family to them.

Arthur, Tommy, John and Michael became almost like brothers to me.

Pol became like a mother figure to me. Ada I met later on, and I enjoyed spending time with her and shopping.

But Finn....Finn became my best friend. We became almost inseparable after our first meeting.

And I am thankful to have him in my life. I don't make friends easily but when it came to Finn, it just felt natural. Like he was always supposed to be in my life.

I thought back to that day almost one year ago I was just finishing up my day of teaching.

John's son Andrew is in my class and usually I will walk him home, along with his other siblings but not today.

As I was talking with Mary about her day at school, I heard Katie say, "Dad?" I looked up and there was John, along with Finn, Isaiah and Johnny Dogs.

John walked towards us and any other child or parent that was in his path, made sure to move.

"What is going on?" I asked him, trying to remain calm.

"We have to go now. Family meeting at Tommy's." I could of groaned at the thought of driving all the way to the country side, but I didn't.

I just followed John and the children towards the three automobiles that were waiting for us.

Finn took my hand in his and and walked the two of us over to the one, which had Katie and Andrew in it.

I turned to whisper to Finn as the automobile started to move. "What is going on Finn?" He just squeezed my hand.

"I shouldn't say it, but it deals with the Changretta family." It felt like my body went numb. I knew there was a feud between their two families.

The Shelby's have done everything in their power to keep me out of it, but something must of happened if I am now involved.

I didn't ask anymore questions, so I just stared outside the window as Finn and I held hands.

Him trying to be the comforting best friend and me, worrying about not only my life but of the man who I secretly love and his family that have taken me in as their own.

We finally got to Tommy's place and we were all escorted inside by members of the Peaky Blinders.

I noticed that other members were walking around the property on high alert. That just made me grip Finn's arm as we walked inside and headed straight for his office.

I was expecting to be left to deal with the children but all I heard was Tommy call my name and point to a chair that was infront of his desk.

I sat there, looking around at the faces of the Shelby family. Even Uncle Charlie was there.

Finn stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders in comforting way.

"YN you are probably wondering why I have brought you here."

I nodded my head yes, as I dared not to speak. "Well I was sent an envelope full of documents from Luca Changretta and to my suprise, your information is also in the envelope."

I sat there stunned as he continued to talk.

"It is an envelope filled with all the information the Changrettas have on us and everyone who is closely associated with us."

I am confused and it showed on my face. "YN, you always said you didn't know the identity of your Father."

"No, my Mother never told me his name." My voice I notced sounded panicky.

"I believe you, so no need to panic, but one document that was in the envelope was your birth certificate."

Tommy slid the folded paper across the desk at me. With shaky hands I grabbed it and opened it.

I looked over the information and it was in fact my birth certificate. There was my Mom's name and I felt my eyes go wide at the name of the father.

'Vincente Changretta'

"No, no that can't be." I tried to say.

"You are the youngest child of Vincent Changretta YN."

"Tommy, I had no idea I swear.".

"YN, calm down. I know. I actually had a talk with Vincente over the telephone and he too was shocked at the news as your mother never told him."

"So what happens now Tommy?" Arthur asked.

"Because our family has treated YN like one of our own, Vincente and I came to an agreement that will stop this war from going any further."

The whole room waited with baited breath. I felt Finns' grip on my shoulders get tighter.

"There will be peace between our families. YN and Finn will marry by the end of the week."

I can feel each and every Shelby family member look at Finn and I. Finn moved his hands from my shoulders and before I knew it, I was running out of the room and down to the kitchens.

Heading for the entrance outside. I ran until I reached the end of his property and I collapsed on the green grass.

I have no idea how long I stayed out there, my mind trying to wrap around everything that has happened.

My Father is Vincente Changretta. One of the most feared men in England. Who has direct ties to the Mafia in New York.

The man who literally just found out I existed and has decided who I should marry.

Tommy who is using me to end this war between the two families. The man who I get doesn't want any harm to come to his family but to use me?

And poor Finn. Finn has no say at all in this but he knows this could of happened to him. It happened to John when he had to marry Esme to stop the feud between the Shelby's and Lee family.

I heard footsteps coming from my right and I looked over. I saw Finn walking towards me his head down and his hands in his pockets.

"Can I sit." I patted the spot next to me.

"How are you holding up?" He asked me.

"This is all just so much to take in. I find out who my Father is and I don't know how to feel about it being Vincente Changretta. Being used to end a war and marrying a man who I have no idea if he wants to even marry me."

"I want to marry you YN."

"Finn you're just saying that because you are being forced to marry me."

"For someone who is so smart, you sure are acting very foolish. I love you YN. I have since that day you decided you were going to help me learn how to read and write."

"That long?"

"Yes and even though I wanted to do this on my own terms and take you out on dates and show you how you are the one for me, I am thankful and very happy that it is you I am marrying."

I wanted to give Finn a kiss but I always told Finn I want my first kiss to be on my wedding day.

The week ended and now I am walking down the aisle on my father's arm. If I had my way it would of been Arthur but I got to meet Vincente a few times over the last couple of days.

He told me stories about my mother and how they met. I am still not a fan at the fact that I am the result from a four month long affair but I can't change the past.

Luca and Angel seem nice enough, but I know I won't be seeing Luca again after the wedding, which is fine with me. Angel, who lives here, had his own restaurant to run.

Vincente and his wife will be going back to America with Luca, which I am thankful for.

She seems like a nice enough woman, but she is holding it together well for someone who found out their husband cheated on her and had a child and is walking said child down the aisle.

Now I am standing next to Finn, saying our vows and I do's.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Finn held my face in his hands, looking into my eyes to make sure this was okay. I nodded softly and he smiled.

Our lips connected for the first time and it felt like fireworks went off. Finn deepened the kiss but we broke apart to as his brothers were hollering at us.

I looked into Finn's eyes and then into the small crowd of people. This isn't how I expected my wedding day to be or how it waa planned.

But I am sure glad I got to marry the man I love and now be officially apart of his family.

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