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charliehoennam · 22 days

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gentle giant

Summary: The Solomons enjoy quality family time with their young baby daughter as per request by @j23r23

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x F!reader

Warnings: fluff, language, mentions of pregnancy and natural childbirth, oc!daughter, hints at smut

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG.

"She can't even play with that yet, Alf. She's too small" you told him when he brought home a large and lavish dollhouse, carried up to your daughter's nursery room by a couple of his men.

"Course she can't now. But, she will someday. Nothing but the best for my little Laura."

You chuckled and shook your head at his excitement, deciding to let him be happy because he genuinely was.

He has never been prouder of anything in his life.

It was needless to say that Alfie wasn't like most fathers of the time. Every day, you woke up feeling blessed and fortunate enough to be his wife.

Now, you are the mother of his child. Of his first born princess that he was already spoiling with all the finest little clothes and toys.

It's been a few months since you'd brought Laura into the world and Alfie's pride radiated as if he'd just learned he was going to be a father. Having expected the high of newfound fatherhood to fade away with late night nappy changes and early morning hungry cries, you were surprised to find that he was still so thrilled about being a father.

Not only was he proud of his little Laura, but he was still amazed beyond comprehension at your body.

During the pregnancy, he constantly marveled at the growing bump in your belly. Alfie was no fool; he understood perfectly well how a woman's body works, yet it was still the greatest miracle to him.

He never stopped calling you a Goddess for having the power to create life.

The birth of your daughter left him complete ecstasy.

Most men, especially in Jewish traditions, it was uncommon for the father to be present in the room for such a thing. But, then again, Alfie was no common man. He was always far from ordinary.

He insisted on being present to watch the miracle himself.

You'd talked about it before and assured him the midwives would take care of you. After all, he had hired the best staff to take care of you before, during and after the pregnancy.

He still continue to insist on being present - as long as you were comfortable with his presence - to watch his beloved daughter come into the world. He would've brought her out of you himself if only he knew how.

You wondered if it might have been instigated by the jealous thought of having a doctor between your legs.

You were more than grateful that he had insisted so strongly because you truly believe that, if it hadn't been for his motivating words and endearing support, you couldn't have done it by yourself.

Alfie had never cried so much in his entire life as he did when he first heard Laura's cries. You knew right away that Laura would have him wrapped around her wrinkly little finger.

And you were right.

It's late evening when Alfie comes home from an exhausting long day of work.

After hanging his hat and coat, he greets his favorite dog and heads off to search for you and his little Laura only to find you naked in the luxurious porcelain tub of your bathroom with your young 6-month-old daughter, sharing a warm bath.

"Well, ain't this a sight for sore eyes, eh?" he smirks from the doorway.

His heart warms as he sees your eyes light up.

"Baths always help her sleep better."

"Can't blame her," he nods unbuttoning his shirt. "Any room for me?"

"There's always room for you."

Of course there is. You hardly get much time to spend with your husband. The absence has him yearning for his family just the same.

He sinks into the opposite side of the tub with a tired groan, raising the water level to your swollen breasts.

"Give 'er here. Give 'er to poppa."

You carefully handed your daughter over to his hands.

Alfie holds her against his naked burly chest, kissing her head and cheeks as he informs her how much he's missed her in the softest tone.

"Daddy's missed you so much, princess. Yes, I have. Barely got see my little angel today. But that's alright, yeah? Poppa's here now, ain't he? You been good for your mother? Behaved yourself?" he questions as if she could respond, taking the small bowl to fill with water before gently pouring it over her back.

You watch leaning back against the porcelain, and admire the vulnerability of the big bad Alfie Solomons.

The word that spread around only spoke how cruel and cunning he was; of the horrors he was capable of and enjoyed inflicting upon those who betrayed him.

Yet, only you know how he could be the complete opposite. This version of him was for your eyes only and, for that, you felt blessed.

With his large hand cupped over Laura's little bare bum, he smiles as he relishes in the sounds of her giggles emitted every time he pours water over her back.

"Yeah, you like that, eh?" Alfie chuckles. "Want another go?"

She squeals happily as he repeats the action, excitedly pulling at his burly chest hair.

He yelps as he tries to unlatch her tiny fingers from his hairs.

"Got the grip of the Devil, don't she?"

"Tell that to my hair. Have to keep it up all the time so she doesn't turn me bald" you smile at him.

She giggles more enthusiastically as she pulls at them again.

"Ow! Laura, I am your father, young lady" he playfully chastises her.

"I think she takes after you."

"How so?"

"She enjoys hurting others."

"No, I enjoy hurting those who deserve it. I done nothing to deserve this" he chuckles at you.

"That's nothing compared to her biting my tits. If you think she's got hands of the Devil, try her teeth."

"They're starting to come in, innit?" he asks gently pulling her chin down to examine the two little white spots on her lower gums. "You never complained when I nibbled on them" he continues shooting a smirking glance at you.

"That was different" you chuckle back.

"I can be gentle" he replies with a wandering gaze at your chest.

"No. They're sore as fuck, Alf. They're off limits tonight."

"They're irresistible, they are. Fucking tripled in size, innit?" he chuckles. "Fucking 'ell, love. God is a cruel bloke, He is."

You laugh shaking your head. Alfie never fails to make you feel like a goddess, despite the worries you had about your changing body. It was exactly uncommon at the time for men to lose interest in their wives after pregnancy.

You'd seen many women go through it and you feared your fate would've been the same.

Thankfully, pregnancy had the opposite effect on Alfie. He was already eager to get started on the second child.

"All I'm saying is Laura will need a sibling when she's older."

Alfie's debating continued even after your shared bath. You're trying your cotton robe closed as he carries Laura into your bedroom where you had laid out her sleeping clothes beforehand.

"You say that all the time."

"Doesn't it make it less true. Besides, the fun part is trying."

Laying Laura down on the bed with a smirk, he stands upright and faces you.

The way he holds your waist has you melting under his touch. You take advantage of the moment to admire his details.

The wrinkles on his forehead, the disheveled light brown locks shining in the warm light of your room, the hairy tuffs that were peeking out from his robe.

You slide your palms up his strong arms until they rest on the back of his neck.

"Alright. I'll put her down for bed and we can have some fun time of our own" you smile sweetly at him.

His plush lips - hidden in his bushy brown beard - spread widely with mischief and excitement, infecting you with arousal as they made their way to press against your own.

You kiss him deliciously, letting his hand rest against your soft cheek. His tongue flicks against your bottom, already begging for entrance. You allow him it.

The kiss is more than enough to fuel the fire already sparked inside, in the depth of your cores. But you're both brought back to reality when Laura tiredly whines and rubs her sleepy eyes, kicking her chubby legs in the air out of frustration.

You part from Alfie's loving hold on you and bend down to scoop Laura up into your arms, assuring her everything is alright in gentle whispers.

Alfie watches how your loving nature is quick to soothe your fussy daugther in admiration. He loves watching you with her. His wife with his daughter in arms. His family.

All the words in every language would never be enough to describe the joy and pride you bring out in him.

Getting Laura to fall asleep is hardly a challenge. She was already tired from the long day and from staying up a bit past her bedtime.

Once you get her warmly dressed for the night, you sit in her nursery's rocking chair to give her one last feed.

She latches onto your nipple quickly, staring up at you with big doey eyes. The mixture of blue and gray remind you of Alfie. Her long lashes flutter as she slowly blinks, suckling for milk as she holds your index finger in her tiny hand.

You hum as you let her drink her fill, hoping to lull her sleep.

She can't resist the building sleep no matter how hard she tries. At this point, she's not even trying to drink anymore. Her eyelids grow heavier with every blink.

Gently tucking your breast back into your robe, you rest Laura's head against your shoulder as you gently pat her back to burp her.

She tries to fuss about having her favorite source of nutrition taken away, but her exhaustion dominates.

It doesn't her long to fall asleep.

Before setting Laura in her crib without stirring her too much, you kiss her head and thank the universe for blessing you such a precious little angel to care for and love.

Walking back to your room, you search Alfie but you find he's no longer there. So, you walk down the hall and the stairs in search of your husband, knowing exactly where to find him.

The office door is open as the light shines, providing the only light in the hallway. As you lean in the doorway, you smile and tap against the wooden door.

"She go down alright or put up a fuss?" Alfie smiles looking up at you from his paperwork.

"No fuss tonight. I think she was really tired." You walk into his office with a smile as you make your way towards him. "Now it's time for the grown-ups to have some fun."

Alfie smirks as his chair spins, watching you struct over to his side. His eyes scan over your frame, drinking in the sight of you as you untie your robe, letting the fabric part and shyly reveal your naked body.

"Unless you'd like to stay down here and work?"

He chuckles as he stands and kisses you tenderly, holding your face in his hands as if you're made of the most delicate and precious glass with his rough fingertips gently propping your chin up to make you face him.

"Love, the only work I've got to do is fucking you until you can't walk."

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons x y/n #tom hardy #peaky blinders #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons fic #alfie solomons fluff

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ceirinen · 4 months

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December 2023

I decided to make a list of every fic I read each month.

I would like to interact more, but life has been complicated recently and when it comes to interacting, I get very anxious which is something I'm trying to overcome.

So, here I made this to appreciate such amazing writers and stories that inspire me and others everyday. To the authors, I want to thank them for their dedication and time spent on writing to offer us fascinating stories.

I totally recommend their work.

(If you are in this list and you don't want to, please let me know so I can fix it).

@cillianmesoftlyyy

So New | Cillian Murphy x fem!reader Method Acting | young!Cillian Murphy x Reader

@runnning-outof-time

Research | Tommy Shelby x Reader Bedtime Stories | Tommy Shelby x Reader & Daughter

@zablife

teacher!Luca Changretta x Reader Funeral | Tommy Shelby x sister!reader A Visit to the Peaky Blinders Set | Cillian Murphy x wife!reader

@gypsy-girl-08

Festive Spirit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader All I Need... | modern!Thomas Shelby x Reader A Gentle Warning | Thomas Shelby x wife!Reader

@pacifymebby

Arthur Shelby x Reader

@fkmarrycill

Pre-Gaming | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@holacia3

Lost and Lucky | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader Surprise visit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

@beastofburdenxo

Let Me Praise You | Tommy Shelby x Reader Raising Catherine | Tommy Shelby x Reader

@look-at-the-soul

If I let you go | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@your-nanas-house

What does my princess want? | sugar daddy!Cillian Murphy x sugar baby!reader I'm pretty sure you're mine | sub!William Killick x dom!fem!Reader What are we, idiot? | Neil Lewis x best friend!Reader Thirsty | Tommy Shelby x secretary!Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

@lis-likes-fics

Loner | Edward Cullen x Reader At the End of the Day | Tommy Shelby x wife!Reader

@rafeology

Mentor!Finnick Odair x victor!reader

@wife-of-all-dilfs

Flower Therapy | Finnick Odair x Reader

@darlingsfandom

Cillian Murphy x Reader Tommy Shelby x artist!reader Soft sugar daddy | Robert Fischer x Reader

@pinguwrites

Home Is Where the Heart Is | William Killick x future!reader

@http-finnick

Skin to skin | Finnick Odair x fem!insomniac!reader

@acewritesfics

Lost Love | Tommy Shelby x Reader 36 Minutes | modern! Tommy Shelby x Reader

@dearshelby

Had you first | Tommy Shelby x Reader Little Tommy | Thomas Shelby x oc

@lau219

Red Carpet | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@peakyswritings

I Do Bad Things | demon!Tommy x Reader

@shelbystales

Ceramic Lessons | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@darthannie

Day eighteen: breeding kink with Lenny Miller | Lenny Miller x f!Reader

@hllywdwhre

Afterglow | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@red-write-hand

I'll be home for Christmas | Thomas Shelby x Reader

@mysaintkitten

Bad Behaviour | Mike Kiernan x fem!Reader

@notyour-valentine

The Spirits that I summoned | young!Tommy Shelby

@brummiereader

No Son Of Mine | Tommy Shelby

@youbyradiohead

Strawberry Syrup | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillianthinker

British accent | Cillian Murphy x Reader Young and in love | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillspropertea

Coming home | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillmequick

Operation Christmas Tree | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

#cillian murphy x reader #tommy shelby x reader #neil lewis x reader #finnick odair x reader #thomas shelby x reader #lenny miller x reader #arthur shelby x reader #mike kiernan x reader #william killick x reader #alfie solomons x oc #robert fischer x reader #edward cullen x reader #tom buckley x reader #luca changretta x reader #fic rec #monthly reads #fic recommendation

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rysko · 3 months

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Rysko's guide to the galaxy - Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Hiya! Welcome to my Peaky Blinders blog, i've been in the fandom for a few months now (late to the party, i know xD), but i've only started writing in late december. I'm finally doing a masterlist so i have an easier way of accessing shit (and maybe ya'll will as well). It'll be updated after every published work.

Want me to write something? My requests are open, rules are posted here.

Ongoing Series:

Kings of Spades - Luca Changretta x OC

Other fics (sorted by character):

Tommy Shelby -

(Coming Soon)

Luca Changretta -

Too old for this - Luca Changretta x f!reader

Arthur Shelby -

(Coming Soon)

Alfie Solomons -

(Coming Soon)

Aberama Gold -

(Coming Soon)

- MORE CHARACTERS TO COME -

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #luca changretta #aberama gold #alfie solomons #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders oc #kings of spades #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #luca changretta x y/n #luca changretta x reader #luca changretta fanfic #arthur shelby fanfic

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runnning-outof-time · 3 months

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K’s Reading List — JANUARY

Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.

January was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!

As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!

💜 — denotes a story written for my 4K celebration

@garrison-girl-08

F*ck Buddies - Tommy Shelby x Reader (ongoing mini-series) — some parts contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

A Moment of Happiness - Tommy Shelby x Reader (mini-series)

Blind Date - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — some parts contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

Paranoia - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@apricotg0rl

Dangerously yours - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

@cillmequick

Ignoble Sins - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

The Lockdown Sessions: Oppenheimer Edition - Cillian Murphy x Reader (on-going series) — all parts contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

Dangerous Liaisons - Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons — contains VERY 🔞 NSFW themes!

@darklydeliciousdesires

Devastating - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

First Bloom - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

John Shelby blurb

@call-sign-shark

Of Bending and Breaking - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

The Lonely Rose - Alfie Solomons x OC (Fairytale AU)

Anon - Alfie Solomons x OC blurb

@zablife

All Mine - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Ada’s Tour of the Library - Ada Shelby & Reader — dark fic use caution!

@blueeyesandaflatcap

Inferno - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@noforkingclue

Misunderstandings - Carmen Berzatto x Reader — from The Bear

@mayfieldss

Point Blank - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Girl Dinner - Carmen Berzatto x Reader — from The Bear

@hereforhalstead

Pretty Girl - Jay Halstead x Reader — from Chicago PD

Interrogation - Jay Halstead x Reader — from Chicago PD

@sublimecatgalaxy

Tommy Shelby Blurb

@heavencanbeaprisontoo

Luca Changretta Headcannons

@dearshelby

Dues ex machina - Arthur Shelby x Reader

@peakyscillian

Back On Watery Lane - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@emotionalcadaver

Broken Pieces - Henry Wilson x OC — from Dunkirk

@toms-cherry-trees

Don’t Hold My Hand (I’ll Break Your Heart) - Tommy Shelby x OC (on-going series)

@calummss

John Shelby blurb

@disasterofastory

Haunt Me - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@cljordan-imperium

Tommy & Charlie blurb — 💜

@halsteadlover

Our Little Family - Jay Halstead x Reader — from Chicago PD

@padfootdaredmetoo

Fathers - Tommy Shelby & Finn Shelby

Sacrifice & Survive - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@saintmuses

“when she laughs, the heavens hum a stun gun lullaby” - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

“your breath in my face, your body close to me” - William Killick x Reader — from The Edge of Love

@red-riding-wood

Lost in the Rhythm - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 💜

@writeroutoftime

Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

@peakyscillian

Lazy Mornings - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains slight 🔞 NSFW themes!

#k’s reading list #k’s fic recs #k’s recs #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x oc

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buttercupsandboys · 2 years

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Bubbles: A Lockdown Story

Alfie Solomons x Livy (OFC) x Esme Lee

I wrote this for @cillmequick’s 100 follower “lockdown” themed celebration. 🎉

It was inspired by a tongue and cheek conversation between us about Livy (the female OC from my chapter fic, Sunshine & Rainbows), her BFF Esme Lee, and of course, Alfie.

I hope you enjoy it, lovely! 😘

Summary: The Spanish Flu has come to Camden Town and Alfie is in lockdown with Livy. Turns out she’s not alone …

TW: implied threesome (m/f/f), but this is actually pretty wholesome for me! 🙈 If there’s much interest, maybe I’ll write a smutty part two.

Word count: 929

Note … In this AU, Esme is NOT married to John.

“Livy? You won’t fucking believe this.”

“Alfie? Is that you, darling? I can’t hear you. I’m upstairs.”

Alfie grunts as he hangs up his coat and removes his scarf, still grumbling under his breath about the latest news.

The Spanish Flu has come to Camden Town, and apparently, the health authorities want everyone to stay home. A fucking lockdown, they’re calling it.

He scoffs, shaking his head.

Alfie knows he doesn’t have to follow the quarantine rules if he doesn’t want to; it’s one of the benefits of being the King of Camden Town (of which there are surprisingly fewer than one might think). But he remembers the flu from the war, and he doesn’t want to be a cunt—especially not here, with so many members of the Jewish community either older or vulnerable.

So fuck it, he thinks, trudging up the stairs. He’ll just stay home for a few days and wait for this all to blow over.

It’s a thought that’s infinitely more appealing when he reaches the top landing and spots Livy’s dressing gown draped across the floor.

And then he spots a silk stocking.

And then another.

And then … wait a second.

That’s a lot of fucking clothing.

“Livy?” he shouts. “Where the fuck are you, pet?”

“In the bath, darling!”

Alfie shuffles across the hall, already lost in thoughts of Livy, wet and waiting for him.

But then he hears something.

Something strange.

…

Is that two sets of giggles?

Alfie opens the door, and his jaw drops.

Livy looks gorgeous, as always, with her thick red curls piled on top of her head and her full creamy breasts just barely covered with bubbles. She smiles invitingly, and under normal circumstances, the sight would have his full fucking attention.

But these are definitely not “normal circumstances” by any stretch of the imagination.

“Sweetheart … who the fuck is this?”

“Oh, hello!” Livy looks up, eyes wide like she’s surprised to see him in his own fucking house.

He shakes his head, scanning the room for clues, and spots two bottles of wine on the floor, one of which looks suspiciously empty.

Well, that explains the slightly dazed look on Livy’s beautiful face. But it does not explain the brunette.

Yes, the brunette.

Sitting across from Livy, stark fucking naked, is a beautiful dark-haired woman. Gypsy, if he had to guess, judging from the curls escaping her topknot and the eyes that look like they could pierce a man’s soul.

Alfie swallows thickly, doing his best to avoid looking at her breasts, which are also barely covered with bubbles.

“Livy,” he prompts, still waiting for some sort of explanation.

She sputters—somehow Livy manages to be surprised yet again by his presence—and pink wine drips down her full lips and onto her cleavage. Alfie’s gaze hungrily follows the damp trail, and now he’s the one not paying attention.

“Did you hear, darling?” Livy giggles as she passes the half-empty bottle to the still unnamed mystery woman. “The news about…”—she taps her finger against her lip—“What are they calling it? Oh yes, lockdown!”

Livy smiles, looking quite pleased with herself, and he nods, trying hard to be patient but failing miserably.

“Yeah, I heard the news, pet. Now get on with it. Who is your … friend?”

Alfie would just introduce himself, except it feels wildly inappropriate—although, in fairness, any sense of propriety seems to have gone out the window a long fucking time ago.

“This is Esme,” Livy blurts out happily. “You must remember, darling? From Birmingham.”

Birmingham. Oh no …

“Oh, yes!” Livy replies, and he vaguely wonders if she can read his mind. “Her cousin is married to one of the Shelbys. Thomas! No, no. Not Thomas. One of his brothers.”

“John,” says Esme, finally breaking her silence as she passes the wine back to Livy. He wonders if she’s feeling shy, which would be fucking reasonable given the circumstances, but then he realises that she’s looking him over like he’s one of the whores from down at the docks.

“He’s nice, Livy.”

“I told you, didn’t I? And he’s hung like a fucking—“

“Oi!” Alfie interrupts, snatching the half-empty bottle out of Livy’s hands. “Love, I’m going to ask you one more fucking time. What is Esme doing in our bathtub?”

“Well, there’s a lockdown, Alfie,” explains Livy as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. She shoots him a strange look before lowering her voice to a deafening whisper. “Hung like a horse, Esme, but not very bright sometimes.”

“Ok, that’s enough,” explodes Alfie, standing up to grab towels while the two women burst into laughter.

He holds one out for Livy, who is surprisingly graceful despite the copious amounts of wine, expertly wrapping it around her full breasts. He then places another on a stool alongside the tub before turning to give the other woman some privacy.

“Now, Livy, please, for the love of god—“

“Esme was visiting when someone knocked on the door and told us that everyone has to stay home for a few days. So we thought we might … have some fun.”

Right.

Alfie is grateful to finally get some straight answers, but suddenly he’s very aware that he’s sandwiched between two very damp, barely dressed women.

“Fun,” he repeats, pulling at his collar.

Livy smiles, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief as she drops her towel with a heavy thud.

Then he hears the exact same sound echo from behind him.

Hmm … Maybe lockdown won’t be so bad after all.

#alexbreaks100 #livy x alfie #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x esme lee x ofc #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons fanfiction

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marvelandimagine · 2 years

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I Caught Fire

Pairing: (Alfie Solomons x baker!OC Annie Murphy)

Word count: 3,500

Summary: Alfie never expects things to go smoothly. He doesn’t expect his date with Annie to go so incredibly well, and he definitely doesn’t anticipate her wanting to go back to his place. But he’ll take it just the same.

Warnings: 18+! Dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight praise kink, piv (unprotected), cum marking

A/N: Um this took forever but I'm pretty dang happy with the end result! *self five* Title from the song of the same name by The Used. “We could take our heads off, stay in bed and just make love, that's all ... And I’m melting in your eyes, like my first time that I caught fire. Just stay with me, lay with me. Let’s sleep ‘till the sun burns out.”

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Alfie always had a back-up plan. Usually, at least 3. To succeed in his line of work, you had to not only accept that things would go awry, you needed to know how to pivot seamlessly when they did.

The downside to this constant state of vigilance was that it bled over into his life outside of the criminal underworld, forever waiting for the other shoe to drop when things felt too quiet. Too good.

So, it was only natural that as he knocked on the door of Annie's flat to pick her up for their date, bouncing the sunflowers he brought against his thigh, he was steeling himself for one of the following worst-case scenarios.

A) There's no response at her door. Plan: Pick the lock, go in, and see if she’s with another man. If so, tell him that if he hurts her, the Wandering Jew will cut his balls off and have him watch as he feeds them to stray dogs. Exit immediately. Go shoot something or someone. If Annie isn’t home and there are signs of a struggle, burn Camden to the ground until he finds her.

B) She answers the door BUT says she changed her mind. Plan: Say he understands, leave, and go shoot something or someone. Drink copious amounts of the rum he "never" touches. Cry?

C) She answers the door and has not changed her mind. Plan: Try to not have a goddamn nervous breakdown in front of her because holy fuck, when was the last time he went on a date, and would Annie actually have a good time, and did the blue vest Edna told him to get actually look ok or did he look like a cunt, and -

And then she opens the door, and he stops worrying about his head going to shit, because his whole body promptly stops working. Was this what people meant by lovesick? Dizzy and feverish and incapable of rational thought, incapable of focusing on anything other than her luminescence. There she is, beaming at him in a sparkling black and gold short-sleeved dress with matching bracelets and heels. It’s the first time he's seen her with her hair untied, and all he wants to do is run his hands through those dark, silky waves.

By some miracle, he manages to pull himself together, breathing out the first words that come to mind:

“You are fuckin’ radiant, love.” He presses the flowers into her hands, and she inhales happily.

“You’re sweet.” She steps closer until she’s practically against him, her green eyes scanning, drinking him in. She smiles, running a hand down his chest, and Alfie feels like his veins are tangled up with power wires.

“And you clean up very, very well yourself, Mr. Solomons.” She kisses him and Alfie kisses her back, the tiniest part of him nudging, pleading to, for once, trust that things can stay this good. To trust her.

She puts the flowers in a vase and as she takes his hand in hers and leads him out the door, he finally feels like he can exhale. And he tells his doubt to politely fuck right off, if only temporarily.

Remarkably, it works. At dinner, he just gets lost in her, in how easily their conversation flows, in their game of imagining backstories for other patrons.

“That couple at the bar there lookin’ like they’re ‘bout to fuckin’ poison each others’ drinks, yeah, you have got to ask yourself, An: did he sleep with her sister or her best friend?”

“Nah, their maid. His wife fired her when she found out, is now without a cook and won’t do it herself, so he brought her here in a feeble attempt at reconciliation — and so he wouldn’t starve.”

“…. You are a fuckin’ genius, An.”

“Cheers, love.”

She’s as effervescent as her champagne, bubbling and brimming with life and laughter that fills up the dark and hollow spaces in his chest. And that buoyancy sustains him, nourishes him even more so than their lavish dinner.

Buckwheat blinis just like his mom used to make, vessels for the salty, sinful caviar that Alfie justifies to a thoroughly amused Annie: “If ya squint in this light, yeah, it's just like scales on a little fish. Proper kosher, then, innit?” Succulent lamb with crisp potatoes and a vinegary cucumber salad, delicate lemon sole alongside fresh asparagus with creamy hollandaise. And, of course, the fabled toffee pudding Annie is dying to investigate. “There’s fuckin’ whiskey in it, no wonder my drunken Irish brethren all fancy it!”

Alfie can't remember the last time he felt so at ease, this peaceful. When they finally get up to leave, a quick look at his watch reveals that three hours have flown by, and he smiles. The King of Camden and his beloved queen, together in their own little realm. And he's desperate for it to continue, to stay in this paradise just for a second, a minute longer with her. His wish is granted as she tugs his hand, guiding him through the warm August air to walk alongside the winding Thames, where the glow of the street lamps reflect like golden sparks. They fall into a comfortable silence, lulled by the current, by the magnetic pull that keeps their hands, their bodies, close together. And it's a good thing he's got one arm slung around her shoulders, because her heel catches on a crack in the stony path. He steadies her as she yelps and tilts toward the dark waters, shaking his head.

“Easy there, love. It’d be my fuckin’ luck, wouldn’t it, takin’ you out and you catchin’ your death in the bloody Thames."

“Dunno why you’re worried, I’m incredibly graceful.” Her lofty tone doesn't mask the grin in her voice.

“Pet, I watched you walk right into a fuckin' door last week.”

"Only because you distracted me!”

"And I am not the least bit sorry, yeah, because it was one of the funniest fuckin' things I have ever seen in my miserable life.” He kisses the top of her head as she huffs. “Kinda cute too, seein' ya lose focus over me."

Annie rolls her eyes, lightly checking him with her hip. “Shut it.”

"Why dontcha make me,” he replies, brushing his lips against her ear.

And she does, stopping abruptly and pulling at the front of his vest as she kisses him, deep and warm and intoxicating. She is the taste of toffee and champagne and home, and Alfie clings to her, letting her flood his senses.

Annie breaks the kiss and her eyes are embers.

“I don’t want to stop.”

“So … don’t,” Alfie replies, his brow furrowing slightly with confusion.

She shakes her head, framing Alfie’s face with her hand. “Let me be more clear.” Her voice is quiet yet confident, every syllable dripping with honey and molten fire. “I want you. All of you. Yeah?”

Alfie’s eyes widen slightly, and Annie smirks, sending his hair on end as she traces his jawline lightly with her nails. He catches her hand in his and squeezes firmly.

“First order of business, love. I am categorically fuckin’ keen on the idea, make no mistake.” He exhales deeply. “But the tiny part of my soul not yet utterly consumed by complete fuckin’ darkness feels compelled to emphasize that there is absolutely no expectation of you rushin’ into anythin' with me. That said, I am properly thrilled to devote myself wholeheartedly to studyin’ the noble fuckin’ art and science of bringin’ you pleasure.” His tone softens, brushing her hair behind her ear. “But there is no pressure, yeah?”

“I know. But I’m sure. Just like I’m sure how I feel about you.” She tilts her head slightly. “But categorically fuckin’ keen, huh?” A sly grin spreads across her face, and she punctuates her next sentences with slow, searing kisses that cause Alfie’s head to spin.

“So, you can't tell me you haven’t thought about it. About me. In bed. With you.”

“I could but I’d be a fuckin’ liar, then, wouldn’t I?,” he replies, his breath hitching slightly. He puts his hands on her shoulders. “Annie, you are absolutely sure-"

She cuts him off, rolling her eyes. “C’mon. Your place is closer.”

"Right.”

He grins and grabs her hand once more, but this time, instead of a slow stroll, they hustle across the busy cobblestone streets together.

Alfie unlocks his door and is immediately met by Cyril, who quickly pushes his owner aside to greet Annie.

“Cyril! I missed you, my sweet boy.” Annie’s laugh echoes throughout the house as the massive dog jumps on her, pinning her against the wall with a barrage of slobbery kisses.

With great effort, Alfie heaves Cyril off Annie, grumbling.

“Come off it, you daft dog.” He gets down at eye level with the bull mastiff, who is unmistakably pouting. “Sorry, mate, my woman, not yours.” Cyril continues to stare and Alfie sighs, reaching into a massive bin in the corner to pull out a well-chewed bone, and Cyril decides that all is forgiven. “There ya go, that's a good lad, getcha treat and trot on.”

Once Cyril lumbers away, Alfie stands up and strides over to Annie. “C’mere, you.” He picks her up easily and she locks her arms and legs around him, dipping down for an off-kilter kiss.

He carries her down the hall to his bedroom, his heart thrumming in his ears as she untangles herself from him and slides onto his bed. He plops down right next to her, bracelets clinking as he cups her face with his hands.

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” he murmurs, placing his forehead on hers. He kisses her deeply and their bodies connect, his hands sliding down to hold her waist as her tongue meets his own. He's so alive and so in love, so completely dumbfounded as to why God decided to offer a man like him a woman, a goddess, really, like her.

He starts tugging the bottom of Annie’s dress up and she shifts to her knees, helping him guide it off and over her head. Alfie's breath catches at the sight of her, swathed in scraps of dark silk and lace. His eyes dance across her, transfixed.

“Fuckin’ hell," he exhales. “You really are a vision, An.”

His rough hands trace across her arms, smattered with burn marks and taut from the labor of kneading and carrying, from transmuting stress and grief to the boxing bag in her basement. But the rest of her is so, so soft, and his hands linger on the curves of her breasts, her hips, her ass. Every part of her he's privileged to caress sends blazing heat straight to his gut, his cock. He is reverent in this new religion he’s discovered, worshipping at the altar of her sacred form.

His awe-struck reverie is suddenly broken when, her eyes smoldering into his, Annie unfastens both clasps of her garter belt. It's a simple, subtle motion, and Alfie can't explain why it sets something off in him, but he doesn’t care. Because now he’s tackling her flat against the mattress, and she's crashing back into him, and the fire tethering them to each other is the only thing in the world that matters.

It's frantic and slow all at once as his brain tries to keep up with all the separate sensations. His tongue dancing with hers and her teeth sinking into his neck, his hands ripping the delicate lace off her chest, watching her nipples harden as he grabs at her breasts, sucks hungry kisses along their curves.

All the while, Annie's fingers fly through undoing the buttons on his clothes, tearing them off him. And when she glides her hand across the tip of his cock, gathering his precum before she starts pumping him, he can't stop the groan and obscenities that fall off his tongue, utterly powerless under her touch. Fuck, does this woman, his woman, know what she's doing.

“I can’t wait to feel you in me,” she says beneath him, using her free hand to massage his balls. It takes all his concentration to just not cum right there on her pretty tits, knowing full well he’s nowhere near being finished with her.

“I want a taste of you first." He hooks his thumbs underneath the waistband of her panties, and she lifts her hips, letting him strip her bare.

"Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, sliding his ring-laden fingers through Annie’s pooling arousal, relishing the elated gasps she gives when he draws circles on her clit, pushes two fingers into her and pulses.

"This all for me, love?”

“Uh huh.” She nods fervently, biting the corner of her lip.

He stares hungrily at her as he fucks her with his hand, adding a third finger and feeling his cock grow even harder at the way Annie’s walls clench around his digits. He’s entranced by how desire physically transforms her. The color rising to her cheeks, her half-parted lips, the little moans and mewls she gives as she grinds against him. Fluttering emerald irises that give way to a greater expanse of black as her pupils blossom with lust and pressing need. For him.

He suddenly stops and he chuckles at her groan of frustration. He sucks his fingers clean and trails a line of kisses down her inner thigh, wrapping his well-muscled arms around her legs to hold her in place as he begins devouring her. She whines with pleasure as his tongue deftly licks and swirls through her folds, and she grips his hair in her fist.

She isn’t shy and Alfie loves it, her hips bucking against his mouth: “Fuck, Alfie, yes, oh my God, right there.” It just turns him on more. He’s got her spread apart with his fingers, sucking directly on her clit, when she abruptly tugs his head up, her tone alight with wildfire.

“Get in me. Now.”

For once, Alfie doesn't have a smart reply. He just works his lips back up her body, watching the goosebumps rise on her flesh.

"You want this, love?" he murmurs in her ear, drawing the head of his throbbing dick through the wetness between her thighs, lining himself up at her entrance.

“God, yes, I want you.”

Lust and love burn through him as he enters Annie slowly, eyes rolling back with a groan as he sinks deeper and deeper into her, her nails clawing into his biceps when he bottoms out. He stays still for a moment, giving her a second to adjust to his length and giving himself time to savor the unparalleled feeling of her enveloping every last inch of his hardness. It’s indescribable how good she feels and being able to be fully one with her.

He blinks open and there she is, her gaze burning right through him, and he pulls back and starts thrusting into her steadily. Their hips and moans and praise come together in a delicious rhythm, a sinful cacophony that Alfie wants on full-blast repeat until the end of his days.

“Alfie, fuck, you're amazing.”

“You are perfect,” he pants, fucking Annie’s tight, soaked core with increasing ferocity. “Fuckin’ made for me.”

He stays on top, drilling her intro the mattress, until she murmurs beneath him, pleading.

“Let me be on top.”

He acquiesces immediately, shifting her into his lap, and they both moan in pleasure as she starts riding him.

“You feel so good. So good to me."

“That’s right, love. Look how fuckin’ gorgeous you are, takin' my cock like that."

“Please keep talking.” She is unashamedly begging, and fuck, is it hot. He smirks, lowers his husky tone and starts playing with her nipples, absorbed in watching her come undone.

“You just love bein’ filled up with my big cock, don’t ya, An? Stretchin’ out that perfect, wet lil' cunt of yours. Now, be a good girl and tell me who you belong to.”

"You, Alfie. ‘M yours.”

"Fuckin' right you are," he growls back, hands smacking against her ass, causing her to gasp with pleasure as she continues gliding up and down his cock. Her nails dig into his shoulders, back arching as he shifts one hand to her clit, and Alfie grunts as he feels her tight walls clench around him further.

“Oh my fuck, Alfie, you’re gonna make me cum,” she whimpers.

"That’s right, that's my fuckin' girl, show us how much you need us, An." His fingers grip her hips as she rides him desperately. "Let me feel you cum all over my cock, love."

"Oh, oh, Alfie, fuck, Alfie!" She cries out and she all but collapses into him as her orgasm rip through her entire body, spasming around his dick in release.

She slowly pulls back to face him with a lazy smirk, cheeks pink and her voice breathless with satisfaction, but still managing to purr.

“Your turn.”

He's already lasted way longer than he thought would be possible, and now, all Alfie wants is to take his woman like a fucking animal. So, that's what he does.

He shoves Annie down onto the mattress, pistoning in and out of her with an absolutely brutal pace. It's a completely obscene soundtrack, his balls slapping against her, the sucking sound of her dripping cunt taking every last inch of his thick, rock-hard length, frenzied grunts and moans and profanities.

He hikes her legs around his waist and she instinctively locks her ankles on his lower back, letting him use the angle to drive down even deeper, harder, faster into her. His fingers seek out her own as he pounds into her core, and he knows this duality between carnal and tender, of being utterly consumed in every last hidden corner of each other, is going to send him over the edge.

That, and Annie’s crooning voice in his ear, her nails marking up the muscles of his broad back.

“Take what’s yours, Alfie. I love your cock inside me, you make me so fuckin' wet, I love you so fuckin’ much-“

“FuckinhellchristfuckAn!”

Amid his stream of tangled curses and Annie’s name, Alfie pulls out just in time to finish on her stomach, chest heaving as he watches the warm, milky rivulets trail down her body.

Still catching his breath, he grabs Annie’s face with both hands and kisses her, pulling back with a grin.

“Fuckin’ hell, you are incredible, woman.”

“Likewise. I’m very, very much lookin’ forward to doing that again.”

“I do like the sound of that.”

He rolls off the bed with a slight groan, haphazardly pulling drawers open to find a clean handkerchief. He lays down next to Annie and gently cleans her off, tossing the soiled scrap of fabric to the side.

He brings her into his arms and as she nestles into his chest, he chuckles softly.

“What’s so funny?” she asks.

“Nothin'. Just properly fuckin’ delighted, ain’t I, by the fact that my sweet little Annie, Camden’s beloved baker, is also a filthy, dazzlin’ little minx.”

She grins, lifting herself up slightly to plant a kiss against his jaw before snuggling back into him. “What can I say? I’m versatile.”

He hums and kisses the top of her head, fingers tracing lightly across her back. He just lays there intertwined with her, the room in complete stillness save for the rise and fall of their breath. And it’s sweet and serene and safe, the complete opposite of what Alfie Solomons has come to expect out of the wicked world, out of himself.

“What’re you thinking? I can practically hear the gears turning ‘round in your head.”

He’s surprised that she doesn’t even need to look at him to sense something’s up, but decides it’s just part of the dual blessing and curse of being known so intimately.

He replies slowly, continuing to draw patterns against her skin.

“Honestly, An, I still cannot fuckin’ believe you are here with me, in my arms, in my bed, because you are a fuckin’ angel that I categorically do not deserve to be in the presence of. Let alone inside of.” His dry laugh morphs into a sigh, speaking more to himself than her. “Gotta be some kinda dream, innit?”

Suddenly, he feels a pinch on his arm, and he looks down to see Annie looking back at him expectantly.

“Anythin’ change?”

The corner of his mouth twitches and he shakes his head.

“Well, that’s settled., then. Not dreaming.” Her gaze is both soft and piercing, seeing straight through all of him, the light and dark. And yet, she stays.

Alfie feels himself melting, falling even further than he thought was possible. She taps the center of his hair-covered chest softly, then taps her fingers against her own. “Trust this, trust us, yeah?”

This time, his sigh is contented.

“I love you, Annie.”

“I love you too.”

They both fall back into the quiet, limbs tangling, and Alfie feels himself starting to drift into sleep, soothed by the warmth of Annie’s body against his. A warmth that transfers straight to his heart.

He shuts his eyes and finds his mind wandering back to just a few nights ago when he lay in this exact bed, unsure and alone, wondering what he’d feel like if Annie was next to him. Now, he has his answer.

He feels whole.

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🎃 Week 1 of Kinktober 🎃

Below you’ll find the listing for all the fics coming out on Oct. 8th! Below the cut, you’ll find a sneak peek of each fic. If you see something you’d like to be tagged on, please feel free to let me know in the comments.

Call of the Wild: Alpha!CEO!Bucky x Omega!Fem!Reader Summary: There are some things that are unavoidable in a world such as yours. The first being: no matter how careful you are, encounters with an alpha can be dangerous. And the second: there is no other alpha that you’d rather have ravish you than your boss, James “Bucky” Barnes. Warnings: 18+ / risky sex / primal play / alpha-omega / breeding / creampie / hyperspermia / taunting / praise kink / danger / rutting / dry humping

Crystallized Yearning: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader x Alfie Solomons Summary: Finding new partners, ones that won’t betray the trust of the relationship, can be difficult; especially with the shady characters Tommy does dealings with. But if there’s one thing you know, it’s how to pick the man for the job and Alfie Solomons is just right to put you in the position you’ve always coveted. Warnings: 18+ / voyeurism / cuckolding / double penetration / degradation / praise kink / size kink / power play / taunting / multiple creampie

Sounds of Silence: Loki x Fem!Reader Summary: The god of mischief is known to be confident, arrogant even, but when it comes to you, he’d go to the ends of universe if it pleased you. Luckily for him, you just want him to put his silver tongue to use. Warnings: 18+ / domme-sub / oral sex (f receiving) / implied fingering

Veiled Innocence: John Shelby x Fem!Reader Summary: John Shelby is unpredictable but if there’s anyone that can keep him on his toes, it’s you. And he loves to generously reward you for doing so. Warnings: 18+ / oral sex / fingering / panties kink / teasing

Eternal Pleasure: Eddie Brock x Immortal!Fem!Reader Summary: There’s a delicate balance in this life and Eddie has always struggled with it. Yet you are there to help quell his fears and douse the temper of his otherworldly companion; showing both of them the care and attention they desire. Warnings: 18+ / intimate sex / pegging / handjob / biting / restraint / primal play / domme-sub / marking / praise kink / fluff / comfort

Shards of Reflection: MafiaBoss!Bucky x BAMF!Fem!Reader Summary: You and Bucky have a ritual of sorts, a way to release pent up energies before meeting a prospective business partner. And it just so happens that each time you do, everything falls into place and deals become bigger and better. To others it may seem odd but to the two of you, fucking is your good luck charm. Warnings: 18+ / spanking / hair pulling / mirror sex / mutual degradation

Love on the Line: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (ft. an OC) Summary: The love and intimacy you and Bucky share has always been amazing but with neither of you wanting to take the dominant role in your sexual relationship, you both go in search of someone who can. That exploration takes you both to the most unexpected place and perhaps the most sinful of discoveries. Warnings: 18+ / sex / oral sex (m & f receiving) / webcams / online sex / domme-sub-sub / sex work

Fragments of Fertility: Sharon Carter x Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Sharon has been working to attain everything she wants. Now with all her plans in place, she can focus on the one thing that has been on the forefront of her mind: seeing you pregnant. And with a bit of help from a friend, she’ll make sure that she sees this goal through to the end. Warnings: 18+ / breeding kink / creampie / hyperspermia / dumbification / talks of fertility & pregnancy / insemination / light domme-sub / threesome

Below the cut, you’ll find a sneak peek of each one!

Call of the Wild: Alpha!CEO!Bucky x Omega!Fem!Reader

“Omega.” Each letter of the honorific is elongated and roughened before forcing their way through his clenched teeth and out his mouth. “Fuck. (Y/N). Are you about to...” The words rumble deep in his chest, bouncing off the walls and targeting your core with exact precision.

“Mr. B-Barnes.” Time seems to slow to an inching pace. The minutes now measured in the heightening of your senses.

One shuddering breath that gets caught in your lungs.

The scent of him is overwhelming you all at once. It’s so strong that you can taste the pine and sandalwood on your upper palate.

Crystallized Yearning: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader x Alfie Solomons

There’s something about joining Tommy on his business meetings that is quite enjoyable. Though it’s been quite a few years since your initial accompaniment, there’s always something new to discover. It certainly isn’t the men that Tommy deems worthy of his time that you find intriguing. More so, it’s the opportunity to curate your skill of observation. Most leer, just after their initial fascination wears off, forgetting their decorum while others scoff at your very presence in the room. Those men believe a woman’s place is in the home or by her husband’s side while minding her words and tending to their children.

Alfie, like many of the other men you’ve come to know, directs his words towards Tom. “I see you brought the missus then. Could have warned me. I’d ‘ave cleaned up the place a bit.”

You interject, the words flow easily with the sharpness of the blades hidden with Tommy’s cap, “He didn’t bring me. I decided to come and I’m not his wife.” You’ll forgive his mistake this one time, if only because you’ve come with a one certain objective in mind.

You are a blazing spirit, unabashed nature, and blunt words all held together in beautiful physical form. As most have outwardly exclaimed with no such eloquence, you are a truly blasphemous entity.

They assume, incorrectly, that you are a weakness, both to yourself and Tommy. Taking control of the situation is fairly easy when your opposition assumes they assume, incorrectly, that you are a whore Tommy totes around. Being a whore or housewife, has never been and will never be your place. You may not have the ring on your finger, yet, to announce your status in Tommy’s life but you have never been one that needed material symbols of commitment.

Sounds of Silence: Loki x Fem!Reader

And just like that, he’s sent you crashing over the edge. His gaze flicks up to your face, watching as your head falls back and your mouth opens with praise for him.

“Fuuuuck,” his words are merely whispered against your pussy but it’s enough to yank you from the waves of euphoria you are currently experiencing.

In a flash, his jaw is pinched between your fingers, forcing his moistened lips into a pout, “Did I give you permission to speak?”

“No, my queen.”

“Then put that silver tongue of yours back to work, before I punish you.”

Veiled Innocence: John Shelby x Fem!Reader

The first swipe of his tongue through your glistening folds has your head falling back and mouth parting with a needy mewl, “John...”

“Shh. Let me eat.” One heavy arm weighs down on your hips, trapping you against the counter, “Is the only thing I’ve been thinking about all damn morning.”

A contented hum vibrates against your clit as his mouth suckles on the small pearl. His middle and ring fingers have no trouble slipping into your velvety cavern. The coolness of his wedding band does little to soothe the blazing heat of your pussy. If anything, you might be tipping over the edge far sooner than you expected.

Eternal Pleasure: Eddie Brock x Immortal!Fem!Reader

There is a delicate balance in your relationship. While you could be as bloodthirsty as the symbiote, lurking just beneath the surface of Eddie’s skin, you had learned in your centuries of life that humans, though flawed, were very deserving of all protection, love, and respect. And you are certainly devoted to ensure their welfare, and in particular that of one human, Eddie Brock.

“Color?”

The man beneath you shudders as you place a kiss along his shoulder blade. When he doesn’t answer, you give a slight squeeze to the heavy cock that is within your grasp.

“Hmmm. Fu-Fuck. Green.”

“Good. So good.” You kiss his heated skin again before nipping at his ear, “Just relax, Eddie. Let me take care of you.”

Shards of Reflection: MafiaBoss!Bucky x BAMF!Fem!Reader

“Fuck, doll. Look at yourself. You look so pretty split open on my dick.”

When you don’t acknowledge his command, thick fingers grip the nape of your neck, forcing you to look at the sinful reflection in the mirror. Your eyes are trained on where you both are connected, watching as his cock disappears within your tiny battered hole.

“Buck. You feel so good. Want more.”

“Yeah? You want me to ravage your holes? You were made for taking my cock, babe.” His declaration is accented by a sharp thrust of his hips, one that has his cock hitting that oh-so-perfect spot once again.

Love on the Line: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (ft. an OC)

“Doll, this is stupid.”

“It’s not. You’re just nervous and that’s okay. I am too.” You peck his lips before turning back to the open browser on your screen. There are listings for several different women. Rows and rows of scantily clad outfits, some lacy negligée sets and others in skintight vinyl lingerie. Below each is a description with a short bio, age, and how many years they’ve been active in this particular realm of service. Your teeth sink into your lower lip. Bucky’s apprehension has now started to elevate your own, “But if you truly don’t want this, that’s okay too. We can stop now.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try....just this one time.”

“Mhmm.” You agree, mindlessly scrolling through the offerings so as not to give indication of your looming nervousness.

“Wait. What about her?” Bucky’s hand comes to rest atop your own on the mouse, forcing you to stop and directing your sight to the woman adorned in a cobalt blue lingerie set.

Eden.

Fragments of Fertility: Sharon Carter x Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

Sharon kisses you, swallowing the little moans and gasps that Steve pounds out of you. Her hands massage your sides, soothing the skin of your hips which will no doubt be bruised later.

“You’re doing so well. Isn’t she being such a good girl, Steve?”

“Fuck, yeah. Gonna give her another load, that's how good she’s squeezing me.”

“More. Mo..re,” You babble as the two of them lavish you with praise. Your brain is no longer able to form full sentences. Sharon chuckles as you collapse into her, you face nestling between her breasts.

Quick reminder: Each Friday, a new batch of fics will be posted. On the Wednesday prior, there will be a sneak peek of each one. Again, feel free to let me know if you’d like to be tagged on any specific fic (or all of them).

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sirensmojo · 3 years

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"KINDRED",5 - Tommy Shelby x Reader (x Alfie Solomons).

Warnings: Alfie is a warning, mention of abduction, swearing, guns, fluff & slight angst at the end.

Summary: You're an ex war-nurse reconverted as the leader of a feminist organisation. You join forces with the leader of the backstreet Birmingham gang, Thomas Shelby, to cut the head of the Fascist serpent, Oswald Mosley.

Word Count: 5K+

AN: Gina's family is totally OC as we know nothing about her in the show / POV alternate between characters' and Y/N's.

*Masterlist*

❰ Previous Chapter

*Margate, Solomons’ residence*

“Alfie!” You exclaimed. You were wearing a white woollen coat with fur around your neck, the same coloured futrzane at the top of your head flattening your finger-waved hair on each part of your face.

Under the woollen coat, you wore a light brown satin dress covering your full body with white high heels. Your look wouldn’t be complete without your blue stones jewellery collection of necklace and earrings. Your golden rings complimented her fingers above one of your white lace gloves.

That was the sound of your heels that made the man turn his head, his mind was elsewhere and he didn’t hear your call.

“Eh, eh, eh. Who that might be, huh, none other than Y/L/N.” He muttered to himself, squinting his eyes looking towards you.

You got closer to him and met with a frowning maid that looked at you with envy at the back of her eyes. You offered her a genuinely warm smile that let your white teeth out, which confused the maid.

“Glad to see you’re still breathing, Captain.” You reached to him.

You were always seemed to be open and all heart with women whereas you were the opposite with men.

“And what you be doing here, love? Thought I left you back in the smoke, innit?”

“Well I’m here Alfie, that war’s done, but there’s another one coming.” Y/N said outright. You stopped in front of him, took off the glove free of rings and passed your fingers through his hair, down to his cheek. Alfie remained silent as Y/N's fingers sprinkled his skin with sparks.

You grabbed his chin between your index and thumb, moving his head to the side, you were examining the damage that has been done to his right eye. “I met him.” You solemnly let out.

He already knew who you were referring to.

“He a fucking bookmaker, what you have with him?” He innocently let out, which made you chuckle a bit as you sat down on the sofa in front of him.

You clicked your tongue before slowly putting back your glove. “I love you, Alfie. There’s no bad blood between us but you know me. So don’t fucking try me.” Your threat was covered with an implied mention of your intertwined past, so you would reason with him with both reason and sentiment.

He grabbed the binoculars laying down next to him and raised it vertically towards the sea. “Fucking birds making noise all day annoying my peace of mind... If our mate didn’t shoot me I’ll be shooting ‘em, you know.”

“He was here before me, so you know he entered politics, Alfred.”

He glanced at you hearing his full name on your lips. No one but you ever called him that, and he had forgotten that habit of yours.

“I mean, he would’ve shot me anyway, right. But aiming right is free, innit?” He looked away. “Even at night, they be fucking screaming, mate. Try sleeping in some fucking screaming box.”

“You have trouble sleeping?” You snapped back, interested, catching the man's attention. He knew exactly what you were referencing to, shared memories about sharing beds during war.

“Not like that.” He got back to looking in his binoculars, choosing not to go on to that path.

“Not like that, huh?” You raised your brows at him, he had opened the gates and shall have what he asked for.

You let your coat fall on your arms, showing your naked shoulders and tilted your head. “We could still work it, like good old times, eh?” You teased the man, your Y/E/C piercing eyes not leaving his face.

Alfie didn’t even look at you. “Where’s your gun, Y/N?” He asked, presenting his palm to you, waiting. “Care to give it here for a sec?”

And without even thinking twice you grabbed your little gun from your shoulder holster under your coat and placed it in Solomon’s hand. You were watching his movements as he cocked the gun and aimed something outside the house you surmised to be the birds he was talking about.

“Thought you’d hand me one of your rifles, mad deceived ‘am now” He followed the targets with the gun without daring to shoot.

“War’s over, Alfie.” You put back on your coat and lit a cig before leaning backwards on the sofa, making yourself comfortable.

“Came in here telling me some war coming, now telling me it’s done…Come on, pick a struggle, love” He grumbled to himself as shifting his position.

“I lied. Actually, the war’s already here, and I have both feet in.” You raised your brows, smoking your cig.

“Me none.”

“Not yet.” You snapped back, getting up. “Look, Alfred. Margate’s not doing you any justice. Get back in business, come back to London.” You encouraged him. “You didn’t welcome me when I set foot in town. Didn’t even kiss me ‘bonjour’ *talking french* (=hello). I need my Captain back.” Your voice lowered on the last part as if you were pouting.

“Did you ever put your palm on one eye, eh? When child, you do that to see if life is any different seen by one eye or the other. You cover one eye with your palm and look fucking far away, yea. I used to do that often, you?” He stops what he was doing to glance at you, that was standing near him.

“No.”

“Well, life’s fucking different. Yeah” He nodded to himself confirming his story. “It really is, one eye doesn't show what you see with the other. I’m fucking blind, now. Can only see one side of life, can’t I?” He turned to you, staring. Under his confusing metaphor, he was talking common sense, and it wasn’t difficult for you to decrypt his code as you knew the character.

What he was saying was simple, the experience with Tommy & the Italians made him insensible to the things that used to interest him before. Business and power weren’t things he cared about now.

You silently nodded before sitting right next to him. You put a palm onto one of your eyes and looked to the sea, searching for the screaming birds. Once you found one, you rushed your hand under your dress, to the inside of your thighs, your hand came out with another gun that you pointed straight forward before shooting.

A bird’s helpless scream was heard before Alfie’s mouth opened. “Damn, woman. You still got this.”

“You just gotta picture what’s behind the black spot, Alfred. You fucking draw the lines in your head, because you’ve seen them. They’re here, somewhere in your mind, you just gotta draw them.” You muttered to his ear and he let out an “Um.” before trying to also shoot a bird.

(...)

When Y/L/N's foot touched the gravels of Small Heath’s ground, each women’s head turned to her as a disturbing silence spread over the crowd. She got out of the car when Lizzie opened her mouth, catching the attention of Polly, “He’s fucking her.” She spat with disgust, her eyes filled with jealousy and fear of losing Thomas once again.

Once a month, the peaky girls joined the reunion of women in Small Heath’s streets. This meeting's purposes were to one, show men that women, too, could gather, and second, to scare the institutions and politics about the numbers of women ready to fight for their rights. It was originally organized by Jessie Eden, a communist & feminist leader, but quickly was taken over by Y/F/N and her organisation.

Deleting the "communist" part of this meeting surely helped women gathered even more as they knew they weren’t directly taking sides in political matters, so the risk of getting arrested was low.

Polly’s eyes went from Lizzie to Y/N, who was shaking hands with some women wearing a soft smile along with a determined gaze. “Saw her once, going out of Tommy's office.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Every woman he be fucking went to his office.” She seemed fed-up, one of her feet angrily taping the ground back and forth.

“What business does Tommy have with a feminist?” Pol’ utterly murmured to herself, frowning. What was her surprise when she recognized the other woman coming out of the car, being none other than Ada.

The Thorne, initially Shelby woman, stood right next to Y/N, her brown hat set down on her finger waved hair. She wore her cream woollen coat with fur on her neck and ends of sleeves with pale rose heels. Her nails were bordeau-painted and complimented the red of her lips.

Polly never thought of Ada being interested in anything but communism, but here her niece was, and the thing that hit the Gray woman the most was that Ada seemed to belong there, talking to women and shamelessly shaking their hands. She wasn’t as reserved and distant as she usually was when around people.

“Let’s get out of here.” Polly started to walk away.

Lizzie frowned, “No reunion today?” She seemed relieved, she will not have to face the blonde woman that troubled her most lately.

“No reunion today.” Pol responded. She didn’t want to learn anything from Ada’s activities by spying, but she’ll surely try to draw it out of her later.

(...)

“You what?”

“Ada, sit.” You motioned to the nearest chair.

After the reunion, they both went to the house you bought for the organisation. It wasn’t big, nor elegant. It was a simple Small Heath’s house reconverted in an office.

If you wanted to stand a chance in changing the traditional standards toward women’s place in society, you needed to expand your organisation. You would put cabinets at each corner of the streets if needed. Women needed to know they stood a chance, they needed to know they weren’t alone in their battle and they needed to know they are protected, and that part, you made sure to honour.

“No, I’m not going to fucking sit. You didn’t talk about abducting somebody’s daughter, Y/N!”

Even if you didn’t have the police in your pocket, Tommy did, and their deal gave you the assurance you'll be able to run your business the way you wanted to. It was always better to have someone else command people to leave you alone than you using your high social status to get what you wanted. This way, if things went bad, it wouldn’t be you that’ll take the blame.

You sighed while raising your brows at Ada’s reaction. You pulled out your cigarette case and lit one that you handed her. Thorne took it and went to sit on the sofa, leaning her back to get comfortable.

“Damn, you’re just like him.” Ada let out, glancing at you who let out a “Huh?” of confusion.

You were intently looking at her as she also seated on the couch in front of you. You ignited yourself a cig and puffed on it, waiting for the other woman to process the information of you abducting Gina Gray.

“It’s like I’m in a meeting with Tommy.” She sighed. “It’s always about business and I can’t read him.”

In other words, you didn’t need Tommy to keep the police away from your activities, you could do it yourself if you wanted to. But taking care of this yourself meant to jeopardize each person in your organisation, and you couldn’t afford to risk it all.

“I saw you leaving the library with one of my women.” You blatantly let out, smoking your cig.

Ada frowned and shifted her position, she was uncomfortable. “She’s interested in communism.” She tried to defend herself as her cheeks reddened.

“I’m not judging you, I’m showing you it’s not always about business.”

“I was talking about you, not me.”

“This organisation is me, Ada, and you’re in it now. I know everything I need to know about it and I do everything I need to do for it.” You leaned towards the brown-haired woman.

In fact, it wasn’t at all about the expensive jewellery, nor the luxurious heels. It was about you having a family you cared about even if your kin weren’t blood-related.

Even if Ada understood what the woman in front of her meant, she couldn’t help but to roll her eyes, she heard this speech many times before, upon her brother’s lips. “Yeah, totally Tommy.” She tilted her head to the side. “You’re always avoiding the subject when I talk about him.”

“He’s not my business.”

“Lizzie would argue otherwise.” Ada raised a brow at you, meaning she knew what happened when you and Lizzie first met in Tommy’s office.

You chuckled, crossing your legs.

“What is it between my brother and you?” She asked.

“You’re bored, Ada. That’s why you want the details. Get back with that woman you found and spend time together, huh?” You dismissed the Shelby woman. And this time, Ada scoffed because Tommy once told her the exact same thing about her being bored.

You gained composure again and straightened back up, “You with me on that or what?” Your tone suddenly went serious again, and Ada’s expression changed.

“Why do you ask about my opinion, don’t you like giving orders all the time?” Ada teased the Y/E/C eyed woman. Y/L/N liked that about the Shelby sister, she was always pushy without being aware.

“Stop being petty, Ada. You’re more of a thinker rather than a doer.” She dismissed the remarks.

“So why do you want my help in the first place?” Ada pondered, confusion in her eyes. The things Y/N struggled to understand was how Ada didn’t see the potential that resided in her. She would always diminish herself and her power for some reason when Y/L/N thought of her as a force of nature that begged to shine.

“I just need that pettiness and fearlessness of yours. Like a kind of representative.”

“Of you?”

You shook your head. “Representative of the organisation.”

“It’s Michael’s wife and I’m a Shelby, meaning she’s family.”

“You’re a Thorne, Ada. And these fucking people out here don’t give a fuck whose side you’re on. They’ll kill you whenever they get the occasion to. I know you don’t like this, but it’s a Shelby I need on this field.” You were pointing your index at the windows, leaning toward Ada.

“You know Gina's people?” Ada exclaimed, raising her hands in exasperation.

You tilted your head to the side to confirm, your eyes deeply in Shelby’s.

“Am a Thorne or a Shelby on the field?” Ada raised a brow to you.

“Both are strengths.”

(...)

You were sitting at the counter of the Garrison, sharing a drink with Arthur when the doors opened on Tommy. You didn’t see him come your way, but Arthur did. He glanced at his brother and grabbed his own drink before joining people elsewhere ignoring your presence.

You looked at him, frowning, and that’s when you turned around you noticed Tommy’s presence. You rolled your eyes at him. “You like to scare off my dates?” You sat back down, sipping on your drink.

“I like the dress,” Tommy said, ordering a whiskey. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, but God knows it was because of the look he gave you while entering the pub that Arthur went away.

“Yeah?” You questioned quite surprised Tommy noticed you weren’t dressed as usual. “It’s different from the suits.” You added, seeing he wasn’t going to pursue the conversation.

The blue-eyed man glanced at Y/N's drink. “You drink rum now?” He grabbed his cigarette case and ignited one before handing it to the woman that gladly took it, a smile on her lips. He lit another one for himself.

“You’re alcoholic enough to tell the difference between whiskey and rum without tasting it?” Your suave voice made him look at you as clenching his jaw at your remark, this was all you would get from him.

“I’ve met with Mr Solomons, I thought it was the least I could do to buy some bottles of his.” Tommy’s eyes that were staring at Y/N's lips went up in a hurry when hearing her confession.

“You did what?” Thomas turned so his body faced the woman, his eyes anchored deeply in hers.

He was never so sure about your intentions, nothing was ever sure with you, whereas it was your feelings or what was in your head. And your unreadable face didn’t help a bit.

“I’m drinking rum, now.” You raised your brows at him, cheerfully.

The warmth your smile ignited in him wasn’t enough to make him forget about what you just said. Tommy’s lids fluttered as he remained silent, blankly looking at you. He was aware you thought of Alfie to run the south, as well as himself, but he didn’t expect you to be so direct and visit Alfie Solomons that fast.

“Stop looking at me like that, Tommy. You knew about Alfred and me.”

A wave of questions flowed through his mind, from the tender tone you worded Solomon’s name to the hidden message behind your words. What did you mean by he and you? Something was screaming at him that your relationship went beyond business at a certain point.

His brows raised. “Alfred, eh?” He scoffed, turning back to the counter, puffing on his cig.

He suddenly remembered the war records, informations hitting him like thunderbolts. You were in the same section. Alfie was the Captain of a battery in the artillery where you were sent. You knew each other.

“I also made him talk about the little arrangement you didn’t tell me about.” You let out dismissively. You weren’t blaming him for not telling you he asked Solomons to send his men to create a riot when Mosley will do his speech, you simply voiced your surprise. You thought he trusted you and were deceived to discover that he, in fact, did not.

A minute that seemed to last centuries passed, and you glanced at him. You were silently smoking as he was deep in his thoughts, not even looking at you.

“Well, it seems I’m not aware, no.” His voice was deep and he coughed before drinking his whiskey, his icy eyes looking straight forward to him.

You squinted your eyes in confusion before realizing he didn’t listen to you, he was still on that Alfred thing.

“You don’t listen to me.” You got up, blankly looking at him.

Tommy feigned not to see you, but when you raised a hand to his that was leading his cup to his mouth, a shiver ran down his spine in anticipation.

Even if he wanted to ignore you or how you made him feel, his body betrayed him.

You tenderly grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm towards you. Your piercing eyes met with his cold ones, as you dangerously neared your face.

Y/N ended up connecting the tip of their nose before slowly teasing his lips with hers. He was looking into your soul hidden in your iris and you were doing the same, you were the same.

You might be using flirt along with charm to get what you wanted from men, but with Thomas, it wasn’t the same. He had the exact same hold on you that you had on him, and both could feel it when in an intimate moment.

Their intimacy wasn’t simply about sex, a hunger due to an innate desire or need, no. It began the minute they would shamelessly dive into the being of the other. When he was undressing your soul with the most usual look.

You ultimately sealed your pleading lips together, considering they stayed apart for too long. Their warm breaths intertwined as both of you forgot everything around you, this moment belonged to no other than you, this instant was yours.

You could pretend you weren’t emotionally involved as long as you wanted when alone. But you couldn’t lie when in front of him. You didn’t feel the need to. You could just be yourself, it was more than enough there, at the mercy of his fingers.

Out of breath you pulled away, you opened your eyes to Tommy’s one looking straight at you again, and that made you laugh. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your rare giggles.

Nothing needed to be said when your eyes were connected, as well as nothing needed explanation when your lips were sealed, you were him and he was you. The urge of feeling your inner worlds collide again, Y/N came kissing him some more, to Tommy’s greatest pleasure.

“I know about using Alfie's men.” You murmured without leaving his lips, and he nodded slightly.

“I knew you would find it one way or another.” He answered. One of his hands went to your back as he was fondling you with his thumb above the fabric, he pulled you closer to him as your fingers were passing over his lips in a tender way.

You hit his chest with your other hand, realizing he wittingly kept his deal with Alfie from you just so you would get a little mad. It was his way of teasing you about the fact you cared.

He was purring under your touch when the doors opened. Polly’s eyes directly dropped on Tommy and the librarian before quickly glancing around the pub, meeting with Arthur’s. They both marked a pause and looked back to the two bill & cooing birds...

It wasn’t Tommy’s type to be that open about his relationship with a woman, but Polly already knew what was in his mind. He was convincing himself it was solemnly business, as with the other women he works with, but she knew he was starting to fall in love without even noticing it.

You both got back to reality and pulled away when Pol walked to you, going back to your respective drinks as if nothing happened. She placed herself in between you two, forcing you to take a step aside.

Tommy coughed, looking into his drink as if there was the most interesting thing in there as Y/N grabbed her things, she then started to walk away. And without even looking back, she passed the Garrison’s door.

Polly was staring at Thomas, her words useless in this situation. He glanced towards her and quickly went back to drinking, he wasn’t going to have that conversation with her.

It was Arthur, coming back to the counter that brought up the previous display between his brother and the librarian, “See Polly, my brother got another singing bird.” He was smiling before encountering Tommy’s eyes telling him to shut up, making his smile fade.

“And what you think it is, Thomas? Business?” Her deep trembling voice made him close his eyes a long time as he sighed. “It is love, Arthur.” She glanced at the man behind the counter. “You’re brother’s in love.” She continued, leaning to Tom, dramatically making him know in what he trapped himself.

He opened back his eyes and firmly dropped his fist on the wooden board in a thud, coughing away her words.

The Peaky Blinders head drank from his drink before quickly glancing to the doors you passed minutes ago, lost in thoughts. And as he was sure to think with his head, Polly knew he was thinking with his heart.

(...)

The man was walking slowly, each of his steps was heavy as the whistling escaping from his lips echoed on the concrete walls.

Ada that was on the other side of the wooden door looked through the window, trying not to overthink this situation. Since her first day as a book counsellor under the management of Y/N's organisation, she was never given major tasks. Rather kept at the very back of everything illegal.

But these past few days, she noticed Y/N was taking her to the important reunions, and Y/N's right hand, Ana, had been ordered to introduce Ada to “the work” as Y/L/N called it.

She didn’t know why it was her that had to meet with Gina’s father as Y/N was the one knowing what she needed from him, but Thorne kept away any negative thoughts, focusing on what needed to be done.

The door opened and a tall man entered. He was wearing a creamy long jacket, beige pants. Under the jacket, Ada glimpsed a shirt topped by a Roman collar similar to the priests’. His arms were crossed in his back.

He was pretty imposing, with large shoulders. Even under the fabrics, his browny chest and body could be seen.

Her gaze went up to his face, encountering his deep hazel coloured eyes staring straight at her. He got little eyes, their corner dropping as if he was sad. But she knew this type of man didn’t feel that emotion. Even if his iris were warm coloured, his gaze was cold, almost as if he wasn’t alive anymore, his eyes didn’t shine, they were glassy.

All those informations made Ada nervously gulp, continuing to examine the man’s face.

He had thick straight brows and he wore his brown curly hair slick on the side, one curl falling down his forehead.

He didn’t close the door behind him and walked to her until he was inches away. “You’re not Y/N.” His deep hoarse voice worded. And his remark made her instantly roll her eyes at him.

“Just sat, already. Can I offer you a drink?” Of course, she wasn’t Y/N, if he knew her, he would know it wasn’t as simple as that to meet with her.

“I don’t drink.” He squinted his eyes.

“Well, I do.” She turned to the counter to pour herself some whiskey and gladly started to sip on it as going to sit down. On his side, the man was walking in the room, stopping himself from time to time to examine the objects and frames he was surrounded by. “Is this your house?” He was fidgeting with a woman’s body paperweight.

“Your daughter doesn’t seem to be delighted by the fact you’re here.” She let facing him head-on.

He turned to her as she was staring at his face fearlessly. He delicately dropped the paperweight and went sitting down in the armchair in front of the brown-haired woman that followed his every move with her gaze.

“How’s your son? Mrs--” He feigned to search for her last name, but Ada knew he wanted her to understand that whoever she might be, he could get to her and her family if he decided to.

Of course, it wasn’t Ada’s house, but everything was made to make him believe so. They put some of her personal photographs with her son along with other personal effects.

“Thorne. Ada Thorne. And my son’s alright.”

This way, he will think he has the advantage over her, and if he wants to try anything, this is this house that will be targeted. But in fact, this house was one of the many business properties Y/L/N owned in the neighbourhood.

“Oh my.” He chuckled, raising his brows. “She got political alliances.” He crossed his legs and leant backwards in the chair, his arms laying on each of the armrests.

“You’re interested in politics Mr Rice?”

The man gave a faint smile hearing she knew about him more than he knew about her.

“Everything’s politics, Mrs Thorne.” He raised his gaze to her. He wasn’t being pushy or aggressive, but the atmosphere around him was heavy. His presence made her uncomfortable, and if she wasn’t a Shelby, she’d be unable to face him and stand the stare.

She nodded to him, thinking he answered right.

“I’m no longer in business, Y/L/N knows that very well. I left my brother in charge, it is him you need to see.” He was choosing his words meticulously, and each sentence he spoke was filled with unsaid things.

Not only was he implying that Y/N might be incompetent cause she picked the wrong guy, but he underlined the fact it was a family business, meaning abducting his daughter, wasn’t the best idea.

For a second, she thought her boss may have committed an error by forcing this Mr Rice to come to England, but she was quick to understand he was trying to destabilize her.

“Did you come all the way from Chicago to tell me I need to address another man? Wouldn't it be more intelligent to tell that in a call? ” She raised a brow, and now she was the best match for this meeting.

The man remained silent as he was smiling again, understanding his strategy will not work with her.

“It’s not about a man, not your brother, not you. It’s about Gina, your daughter, using your own methods to manipulate her husband to take control of something bigger than her, something she couldn’t even manage to take care of if she succeeds at having it. But we both already know, in reality, it’s your brother using her.” She returned him his evil smile before tilting her head. Her words sounded like bombs in the man’s ears. Acknowledging the fact his brother might use Gina for his own needs made Mr Rice gritted his teeth as one of his hands clenched into a fist.

He had been trying to get into her head, manipulating her into believing their actions were useless and that nothing could be done about the plan his daughter and Michael had. But being a Shelby as well as a Thorne, Ada knew how to handle those types of people.

“Well, you saw right through me. I see now why Y/N chose you.” He raised both his hands in admittance of his defeat.

Even if the man in front of her seemed harmless, she didn’t want to stay alone with him any longer. He was peculiar, from the way he was standing to his aura, she knew Gina's father was a weasel. She could read in his eyes he was lurking for the moment she'd let down her guard to get to her.

“Now you will meet with her.” Ada decided it was the end of this interview, surprising herself into taking such a decision. Maybe Y/N wanted her to do something more?

She gasped when getting up, which helped her get her mind clear. She understood her role was to make him realize he wouldn’t escape until they have what they wanted from him.

She went to the table, writing an address, a day and an hour on a piece of tissue paper. She then walked to the bearded man and handed him the fabric.

“Now business can begin…” She paused, keeping him from taking the paper. He glanced at her, sighing. “And leave your shenanigans at the door for this meeting, bring your will to cooperate instead... She way worse than me.”

(...)

*Shelby Company Limited*

Tommy opened the door to his office, he intended to walk towards his desk when hearing a low voice. “Arthur asked whose side I’m on.”

He turned around to a curled up Polly in the chair at the corner of his dark office. She wasn’t facing him, her body was halfway turned, as well as her face, leading her to look at him with side-eyes.

He didn't need to ask her what she was talking about. Since the meeting where Michael offered to run the business family, taking Tommy's place, she was distant, as if thinking about her son's proposal.

Tom surmised tonight was the time she'll give her final answer.

It was raining, the wind violently slapped the windows as well as the raindrops, the outside storm perfectly reflecting the conflictual atmosphere settled between the two. The climate deprived the office of any light, but a shy desk lamp faintly illuminated the place.

He took off his black gloves, throwing them on the table separating them. He then sighed and went sitting on the chair, raising his gaze to her, waiting for her to continue to speak.

“There will be a war, and one of you will die.” Her deep trembling voice along with the lapping of the rain on the windows added to the dramatic atmosphere.

Tommy sighed, he knew she was right. He was, indeed, waiting for a war. “But which one I cannot tell.” Her black eyes were staring straight into Tommy’s blue one.

He let out a “Hum.” surmising she’ll not add anything else. He nodded to himself, “he’s gonna do it anyway.” he continued. It wasn’t a question, this would explain her presence in his office that late in the night.

“Yeah.” She responded.

“You should know, if Aberama takes his side I will kill him.” Tommy said upfront.

She looked down before raising her gaze to him again, “And what about me?” She wasn’t blinking, patiently waiting for the confirmation of Tom’s determination to stop her son.

Tom paused, he was aware she was trying to know his intention and he was debating within himself if he could afford to let her know.

“I’ll do what I have to do, Pol” He dropped his definite sentence, he didn’t move his stare or body a bit. He didn’t need to let her know how determined he was, it was already showing.

“Kill… And kill.” She sang with a low voice, slowly blinking. She seemed tired of this situation, as well as tired of it all.

“It’s the only way to make people listen” He nodded his head to the side as murmuring his words.

Since her near-death experience with the noose, she wasn’t the same Polly that he knew. She was only a mere shadow to the person she once was. But this time she seemed truly fed-up.

The thunder was rumbling outside when she got up with slow movements. The sound of her high heels nearing him mixed with the sound of the rain racing down the windows.

She grabbed an envelope as well as her drink. “Soon, you will have a stage to stand on. Millions of people will listen to you. And you will run the country like you run this family.” Her head was held high.

She was looking down on Tommy.

He knitted his brows, holding the stare even if he had to raise his head to meet her. “It appears to be what people want.” He nodded to himself, trying to convince him, or her of what he was saying.

“But not me.”

He blinked.

“Not anymore.”

He blinked again.

“My resignation.” She concluded while dropping the envelope on the table before him. She also put down the empty cup and looked at him some more before turning her back at him and walk toward the exit.

He stared at the empty space in front of him where the woman used to stand prior as he heard her steps receding. Tommy inhales deeply before sighing, dropping his head forward. Her words hit him as bullets would’ve. She was the only thing that kept him from losing his mind. Polly had always been more to him than what he ever showed, and the fact she let him down now did hurt him.

Tommy grabbed his gun from his shoulder holster under his suit jacket and looked at it while exhaling. He moved his hand, turning the gun on both sides, looking at it as looking at a let-out.

Nothing would stop him from founder now. He could embrace his demons and play how he wanted.

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Peaky Prompts Requests:

Thomas Shelby:

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mistakes” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

John Shelby:

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

Finn Shelby:

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

Michael Gray:

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

Alfie Solomons:

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

Bonnie Gold:

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

Imagine/Oneshot Requests:

Thomas Shelby:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ada Thorne:

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

Bonnie Gold:

“North Star” ~ Bonnie Gold x F!Reader

Johnny Dogs:

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

“New Beginnings” ~ Johnny Dogs x F!Reader

Arthur Shelby:

“Mending Hearts” ~ Arthur Shelby x F!Reader

John Shelby:

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

Isiah Jesus:

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

Shelby Family:

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

Requested Fics & Original Works:

Thomas Shelby:

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

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

“Tea Party” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Just Business” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

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

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

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

“Swan Lake” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

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

Shelby!Sister:

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

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

Finn Shelby:

“Trust Issues” ~ Finn Shelby x F!Reader

Bonnie Gold:

“Whiskey Glasses” ~ Bonnie Gold x F!Reader

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

Michael Gray:

“Letting Go” ~ Michael Gray x Reader

“The Mask” ~ Michael Gray x F!Reader

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

Tatiana Petrovna:

“Russian Roulette” ~ Tatiana Petrovna x Thomas Shelby

Holiday & Other Headcanons:

“Friends & Foes” ~ Arthur Shelby x Johnny Dogs

“Ring Leader” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

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

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

“College Headcanons: Modern!Alfie Solomons Ask”

Holiday Mood Boards & Blurbs/Drabbles:

“Father Christmas” ~ John & Esme Shelby

“Under The Mistletoe” ~ John & Esme Shelby

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

#katiesmasterlist #katiespromptlist #peakypromptslist #peakyprompts #katiesfics #katiesanons #peaky blinders #moral-turpitudes

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Masterlist

Okay, so this is my masterlist for all the oneshots and headcanons I have so far! I will do my best to keep it up to date! If there are any issues with links not working or anything like that please let me know!

Star Wars

Fics

Arranged Marriage; General Hux x OC; Angst

Armitage Hux engages in an arranged marriage with Princess Bedelia of Vaela.

A/N: As of right now this is a oneshot, but I am considering expanding upon it.

fight me you handsome stranger; Obi Wan x OC; Angst, light fluff

Obi Wan and his lover must part in the wake of Anakin’s turn to darkness.

A/N: While I can’t technically call this a reader insert, the oc is not very fleshed out.

quiet moments; Obi Wan x Reader; Fluff

A chronology of all the times Obi Wan almost confesses his love for the reader, and what happens when he finally does.

Headcanons

kissing obi wan

Alphabets

Orson Krennic; full alphabet

Mando; I, J, K, M

Obi Wan; full alphabet

Harry Potter

Fics

only a kiss; Severus Snape x Narcissa Malfoy; smut and angst

Narcissa visits Spinners End for comfort after realizing her life is falling apart.

a bit of studying; Remus Lupin x Reader; fluff and smut. Wee bit of angst.

Remus and (y/n) put off studying in favor of a more physical activity

Alphabets

Remus Lupin; full alphabet

Evil Dead/Ash Vs Evil Dead

Fics

Dumb and Arrogant; Ash Williams x Reader; smut

Ash and Y/N have been mutually pining for a while. A bit of time alone allows them to explore their growing affections.

Headcanons

Halloween with Ash

MCU

five stages of grief; Pepper Potts x Tony Stark; angst, grief

Pepper has to adjust to a life without Tony.

Fics

In The Night; Bruce Wayne x OFC; angst

It’s a quiet night in Gotham, and Bruce can’t seem to stop thinking about her.

Peaky Blinders

Fics

Hell Doesn’t Freeze; Alfie Solomons x OC; angst, fluff, smut

Nobody knew that when Tommy shot Alfie, someone would miss him.

Cobra Kai/The Karate Kid

Fics

waking up together; Johnny Lawrence x Reader; fluff

Johnny wakes up with his girlfriend.

Alphabets

NSFW Alphabet with Johnny Lawrence

#masterlist #beneathstarryskies masterlist #up to date as of 9/10/2020

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My F/O list

Finally getting around to making this thing, so here we go. I don’t have ship names for most of them (yet), so in the mean time, I’m using emoji’s that fit closest. I don’t have an issue with sharing, but if you do, feel free to block the appropriate tag! I’m doing my best to try and tag everything.

Names in Bold I am not comfortable sharing romantically

Main F/O’s:

My mains fluctuate all the time, but currently the Main ones are:

Porter Gage (Fallout) 🏴‍☠️🖤 #OTP: Underestimated to a Fault

Husk (Hazbin Hotel) 😼❤️ #OTP: Watch Your Cards

Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe) 🐍💚 #OTP: Green is our Colour

Touya ‘Dabi’ Todoroki (My Hero Academia) #OTP: Lighters in the Dark #gdi Dabi #jfc Touya

Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders) #OTP: Bow to the Bakers

Allison / Texas (Red vs Blue) #OTP: Houston We Are the Problem

Hiei Jaganshi (Yu Yu Hakusho) 🐉💜 #OTP: Hiebe

My Kids:

“Child” Familial F/O’s, and Fankids. I love them very much

Angel (Borderlands) Step-Daughter #Angel [Calls me Gabe]

Nero (Devil May Cry) Step-Son #Nero [Calls me Gabe]

Hitoshi Shinso (My Hero Academia) Son #Rocker Bee Kittens [Calls me 'Mom’] #HK-57 the Malfunctioning Protocol Assassin Droid [Because of course I brought my son into Star Wars]

Eri (My Hero Academia) Adopted Daughter #Everything in Flux [Calls me ‘Mom’]

Cailean Elijah Solomons (Peaky Blinders) Son #Cailean Elijah Solomons [Calls me ‘Mom’]

Romantic F/O’s:

I still love them very much, but my current attention is on the mains <3

Wolf (10th Kingdom) 🐺🌕❤️

Shaun Hastings (Assassin’s Creed) 📚❤️

Handsome Jack (Borderlands) 💪💔 #OTP: Are We the Heroes

Dr. Nigel Townsend (Crossing Jordan) #OTP: Cryptid Crypts

Skulker (Danny Phantom) 👻💚 #OTP: Compatible Hardware

Vergil (Devil May Cry) 🔵💙 #OTP: The Power to Protect You

Alistair Theirin (Dragon Age) 🌹💙

The Iron Bull (Dragon Age) 🐂💝

Cullen Rutherford (Dragon Age) 💰❤️ #OTP: The Ones Who Remain

Fenris (Dragon Age) ⚡💙

Anders (Dragon Age) 🚑💙

John Hancock (Fallout) ☀️💖

Robert Joseph MacCready (Fallout) 💸💕

Charon (Fallout) 🔫🖤

Vincent / Angel (nikkzships OC from Halo/RvB) No Tags Yet

Arackniss (Hazbin Hotel) 🕷️🖤

Poly!Husk + Arackniss #OT3: Running the Speakeasys

Sesshomaru (Inuyasha) 🐕💜 #OTP: The Dog The Witch and The Broken Well

Dean McCoppin (The Iron Giant) #OTP: Scrapyard Shindigs

Garrus Vakarian (Mass Effect) 🌌💙

Vetra Nyx (Mass Effect) 🌌💁💜

Shouta ‘Eraserhead’ Aizawa (My Hero Academia) 💤🖤 #OTP: No Rest For The Wicked

Hizashi ‘Present Mic’ Yamada (My Hero Academia) 🎤💛 #OTP: Loud Blondes Club

Poly!Shouta + Hizashi 💤💜🎤 #OT3: How to Speedrun a Family

Kisame Hoshigaki (Naruto) 🦈💙 #OTP: Fish Out of Water

Hanzo Shimada (Overwatch) 🐉💙🐉 #OTP: So Much for Stealth

Jesse McCree (Overwatch) 🐎❤️

Mako ‘Roadhog’ Rutledge (Overwatch) 🐷💗

Aleksandra ‘Zarya’ Zaryanova (Overwatch) 🏋️💗

Carasynthia 'Cara' Dune (Star Wars: The Mandalorian) ⭐💚 #OTP: Looking in Alderaan Places

Dean Winchester (Supernatural) 🥃🖤 #OTP: The Other We Deserve

Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) 🗡🖤 #OTP: Yyou’re Jusst Like Me

Eddie Brock + Venom (Venom) ☣️🖤

Lambert (Witcher) 🐺💚 #OTP: Prickly Pair

Gambit / Remy LeBeau (X-Men/Marvel) 🎴💜

Queer Platonic F/O’s:

Not quite Romantic™, but Platonic™ isn’t enough to describe it.

Gaige (Borderlands) ⛧❤️

Nisha (Borderlands) No Tag Yet

V (Devil May Cry) #OTP: A Facade of Memories

Merril (Dragon Age) 🌼💚

Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age) 🐍🖤

Butch DeLoria (Fallout) 🕳️🐍💙

Cait (Fallout) No Tag Yet

Atsuhiro ‘Mr. Compress’ Sako (My Hero Academia) #TheShowmen🎭

Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes (Overwatch) 💥💖

Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy (Witcher) 🐦🖤

Addison ‘Addy’ Carver (Z Nation) #OTP: Blended Bats

Platonic F/O’s:

I will probably be constantly adding to this list as I forget all the time. These guys don’t have tags, if you want me to tag them, let me know!

Maya (Borderlands)

Krieg (Borderlands)

Axton (Borderlands)

Mordecai (Borderlands)

Brick (Borderlands)

Timothy Lawrence (Borderlands)

Wilhelm (Borderlands)

Nicoli Technus (Danny Phantom) #TechDeck9000🤖

Dante (Devil May Cry)

Lady (Devil May Cry)

Niko (Devil May Cry)

Zevran Arainai (Dragon Age)

Leliana (Dragon Age)

Oghren (Dragon Age)

Sten/Arishock (Dragon Age)

Isabella (Dragon Age)

Aveline Vallen (Dragon Age)

Varric Tethras (Dragon Age)

Cole (Dragon Age)

Cremisius 'Krem’ Aclassi (Dragon Age)

Sera (Dragon Age)

Blackwall/Thom Rainier (Dragon Age)

Cassandra Pentaghast (Dragon Age)

Deacon (Fallout)

Piper (Fallout)

Curie (Fallout)

Preston Garvey (Fallout)

Dogmeat (Fallout)

Amata (Fallout)

Niffty (Hazbin Hotel)

Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)

Charlie (Hazbin Hotel)

Wanda Maximoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Liara T’Soni (Mass Effect)

Ashley Williams (Mass Effect)

Tali’Zorah Vas Normandy (Mass Effect)

Cora Harper (Mass Effect)

Jaal Ama Darav (Mass Effect)

Liam Kosta (Mass Effect)

Pelessaria ‘Peebee’ B’Sayle (Mass Effect)

Nemuri ‘Midnight’ Kayama (My Hero Academia)

Hidan (Naruto)

Itachi Uchiha (Naruto)

Din Djarin (Star Wars: The Mandalorian) #TheDadalorian🦏

Fennec Shand (Star Wars: The Mandalorian) #TheStoicShitstarters😈

Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

Castiel (Supernatural)

Eskel (Witcher)

Triss (Witcher)

Ciri (Witcher)

Keira Metz (Witcher)

Yennefer (Witcher)

Yusuke Urameshi (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Kazuma Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Shuichi Minamino/Kurama/Yoko Kurama (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Yukina (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Botan (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Keiko Yukimura (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Shizuru Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Familial F/O’s:

I keep getting adopted by people 👀👀👀

Kai Hiwatari (Beyblade) Twin

Dr. Zed (Borderlands) Weird Uncle

Moxxi (Borderlands) Motherly

Marcus (Borderlands) Fatherly

Tina (Borderlands) Twinsies

Jack Napier ‘Joker’ (Batman 1989) Father Figure

Vlad Masters 'Vlad Plasmius' (Danny Phantom) Father #Vlad Dadsters

Trish (Devil May Cry) Sister

Wynne (Dragon Age) Grandmotherly

Leandra Amell (Dragon Age) Motherly

Vivienne de Fer (Dragon Age) Elder Sister

Nick Valentine (Fallout) Uncle

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) Fatherly... Patron... Thing 🦌♡

Lilith (Hazbin Hotel) Motherly

Todd ‘Squee’ Castle (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac) Younger Brother

Frank Castle (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Older Brother Figure #CastleGuard

Dr. Karin Chakwas (Mass Effect) Motherly/Grandmotherly

Admiral David Anderson (Mass Effect) Fatherly

Nakmor Drack (Mass Effect) Grandfatherly

Just the Entirety of the LOV (My Hero Academia) Siblings, the whole lot of ‘em #Leaguenanigans

Jin ‘Twice’ Bubaigawara (My Hero Academia) #TwiceTheFun

Kurogiri/Oboro Shirakumo (My Hero Academia) #TheOtherParent

Shuichi ‘Spinner’ Iguchi (My Hero Academia) No Tag Yet

Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia) No Tag Yet

Magne (My Hero Academia) #Miss you Mags

Inko Midoriya (My Hero Academia) Sisterly/Motherly (Dabi Ship Only) #MamaMido #NewtonsFirstLaw🔄

Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya (My Hero Academia) Nephew (Dabi Ship Only) #Curveball

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia) Younger Brother (Dabi Ship Only) #GlareOfTheLimelight

Natsuo Todoroki (My Hero Academia) Younger Brother (Dabi Ship Only) #BrothersForACause

Fuyumi Todoroki (My Hero Academia) Younger Sister (Dabi Ship Only) #TeachingGrace

Rei Todoroki (My Hero Academia) Mother-In-Law (Dabi Ship Only) #MamaRei

Tomura Shigaraki (My Hero Academia) It’s Complicated (Dabi Ship Only) #NotInKansas

All For One (My Hero Academia) Father Figure...ish? (Dabi Ship Only) #Dad For One

Kakuzu (Naruto) Fatherly

Ana Amari (Overwatch) Grandmotherly

Reinhardt Wilhelm (Overwatch) Grandfatherly

Aberama Gold (Peaky Blinders) Uncle, Mum’s Brother

Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars) Motherly Mentor

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) Father #Ben Dadnobi

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) The Fun Uncle Mentor

Mace Windu (Star Wars) The Bullshit Filter Mentor

Grogu (Star Wars: The Mandalorian) Nephew

Donna Hanscum (Supernatural) Motherly

Jody Mills (Supernatural) Motherly

Bobby Singer (Supernatural) Uncle

Vesemir (Witcher) Grandfatherly

Logan / James Howlett / Wolverine (X-Men/Marvel) Father #SupBub

Genkai (Yu Yu Hakusho) Grandmotherly

Tommy ‘10K’ (Z Nation) Brother

This got really long, really quickly. I have been doing this for a while, so that makes sense. Don’t really know how to end this, so... Don’t be afraid to self ship, no matter how old you are!!! Your F/O’s love you!

~ Gabe

#f/o #f/o community #familial f/o #parental f/o #paternal f/o #maternal f/o #platonic f/o #romantic f/o #fictional other #f/o x s/i #s/i #Self Insert #Selfship #Selfshipping #op #f/o list #folist #okay to rb

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hethrewmyheartinthecut · 6 years

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The Complete Peaky Blinders + Characters of Color Masterlist (edit: no longer complete)

Edit: this masterlist is no longer complete, as I am no longer using this tumblr very much and won’t be around to update it

All works on this list are set in the world of Peaky Blinders and FOCUSED on at least one canon or original character of color. (This means no Michael-centric fics with only one or two scenes involving Isaiah, etc.) All works should be longer than 500 words and located on tumblr or archiveofourown.

Last updated 10/16/18.

WARNING: I have not read all the fics on this list, and fully abandon all responsibility for their quality, content warnings, etc. Read at your own risk.

🎖 indicates a personal favorite of mine + notes on why I like it

TABLE OF CONTENTS

FIC W/ A CANON CHARACTER OF COLOR - This is any fic that focuses on at least one canon character of color.

FIC W/ AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER OF COLOR - This is any Peaky fic or imagine that focuses on at least one original character of color.

READER x CANON CHARACTER OF COLOR - This is any Peaky imagine that focuses on the relationship between Reader & a canon character of color.

READER OF COLOR x CANON CHARACTER - This is any Peaky imagine that focuses on the relationship between a Reader of color & a canon character.

CONCLUSION - some parting thoughts

1. FIC W/ A CANON CHARACTER OF COLOR

This is any fic that focuses on at least one canon character of color.

🎖 ISAIAH-CENTRIC - me aka Ashling on ao3 // Isaiah Jesus and the Sucker Punch Heist // Multi-chapter heist fic focusing on Isaiah, w/ side helpings of Isaiah x WOC, other original characters of color, action, friendship, drama 🎖 notes: really did my damnedest to make this a fun, good one

ISAIAH x FINN - rxttenk1d on ao3 // Finn Has A Choking Kink // smut, written in the second person

ISAIAH x FINN - me // picnic // short modern AU romcom fic

ISAIAH x FINN - me // coffeeshop // Finn has been waiting a long time for his goddamn espresso.

ISAIAH x MICHAEL - cyrusbarrone // change // exquisite prose, incredibly short

ISAIAH x MICHAEL - cyrusbarrone // saint dymphna // exquisite prose, perfect 100-word drabbles

ISAIAH x MONA MALLORY - @danceyreagan // several fics on this masterlist //a black OC, Mona Mallory, is cute as hell and dating Isaiah Jesus

ISAIAH x OC - @justaclichewhitegirl aka justaclichewhitegirl on ao3 // Hell is Empty and the Devils Are All Here // Alexandra wanted the past to stay in the past, but when doing a business deal with the Shelby's that doesn't always happen.

ISAIAH x OC - wishfulwriter on ao3 // Don't forget where you came from // Living with the Blinders is no walk in the park, especially not if you're somewhat involved with some of them.

🎖 MR. ZHANG x TOMMY - KeithKoenar // For what are we but weak men in a mad world on ao3 // In which Mister Zhang is terribly sick for two weeks and Thomas Shelby ultimately ends up stealing a damn prostitute, because he is a foolish, weak man. 🎖 notes: intriguing, original, smutty

2. FIC W/ ORIGINAL CHARACTERS OF COLOR

This is any Peaky fic or imagine that focuses on at least one original character of color.

CHADDA “SAM” SAMRA x ISAIAH - @peakyposts // The Art of Sneaking Around // Multiple Chapters // Finn Shelby, Isaiah Jesus and Chadda “Sam” Samra had been friends since they were children, but as Chadda gets older her responsibilities become more important than hanging out with her friends. How is she supposed to juggle helping out at her mother’s hair salon, going to school, and eventually falling in love with one of her best friends? Especially when one of those things is completely forbidden by her traditional parents?

MONA MALLORY x ISAIAH - @danceyreagan // a black OC, Mona Mallory, is cute as hell and dating Isaiah Jesus. There’s over half a dozen small fics on danceyreagan’s masterlist about this couple, plus some moodboards.

RADHA CHAKRAVATI x FINN - @peakyarthurs // “It was all about helping a friend in need.” (Indian OC)

UPCOMING FIC PROMOS:

UNNAMED OC x MICHAEL - [PENDING] @alfiesolcmons plans to write a fic set in America, where the OC is a woman of color. More info forthcoming.

EVE CHEN x TOMMY - [PENDING] I plan to write a multichapter fic about Eve Chen, a fiercely guarded and independent Chinese woman who develops an enemies with benefits situation with Tommy. Moodboard here, more info forthcoming.

3. READER x CANON CHARACTER OF COLOR

This is any Peaky imagine that focuses on the relationship between Reader & a canon character of color.

Reader x Isaiah Jesus

🎖 by @birminghamblinders

🎖 notes: haven’t read these imagines but I know birminghamblinders can write

son of a preacher man // Isaiah had been in your life for what seemed like forever, but was really no time at all.

love, in phases // Isaiah, quite honestly, knew he wanted to marry you from the first time he spoke to you.

by @blindersbeach:

dad’s plan: pt 1 / pt 2

with purpose // “Isaiah and the reader are best friends spending Valentine’s day together, but become more”

by @blinder-baker

Brown Eyes // Reader reassures Isaiah

🎖 by @blinder-secrets

Perfect // Reader marries Isaiah

🎖 notes: tooth-rotting fluff

by @bonniebird

untitled // Imagine hiding that you and Isaiah are dating

by @collecting-stories

untitled // sex worker Reader falls for Isaiah

🎖 Visiting // Isaiah meets a black girl from America and is completely smitten: pt 1 / pt 2 🎖 notes: sweet stuff

morning // protective Isaiah

untitled // reader stands up for Isaiah against some racist

by @ijustwant2write

“Let me help you!” // Reader helps her friend get out of an abusive relationship & Isaiah gets caught up in the mix

by on Jordy___9 ao3

A Long Time Wait // Michael x Reader; Michael invites Isaiah to join them, and he agrees to the idea.

by @la-dame-fleur

untitled // SMUT

by @lucachangretta

give over // jealous!Isaiah

by @michaelshelbys

dramatic // in which isaiah jesus is quite frankly sick of sneaking around with the youngest shelby sister

by @nogods--nomasters

untitled // You and Isaiah having to hide your feelings

“Please don’t cry. I hate to see you cry.” // Shelby sister Reader

“Why are you so nice to me?”

by @peakyxshelby

Item // Reader is John’s daughter

Forbidden Flame // Reader is a Shelby sister: pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4

by @peaky-blinders-lit

Savior // country girl gets lost in Birmingham, meets Isaiah

by @shelbylimiited

blissful unawareness // Reader is a Shelby sister

helping hand // Reader is a barmaid at the Garrison; Isaiah helps

disapproval // Reader is kicked out of her home for dating Isaiah

by @theshelbycompanyltd

of fire, fighting, and other “f” words // You went to the Shelby wedding in search of a little excitement. You found Isaiah.

Reader x Jeremiah Jesus

surely somebody has to have written this, and yet I cannot find anything?

Reader x Colonel Ben Younger

the universe is nothing but a vast disappointment. that man was CUTE

4. READER OF COLOR x CANON CHARACTER

This is any Peaky imagine that focuses on the relationship between a Reader of color & a canon character.

Alfie Solomons

by @peaky-yamyam

Wisdom and War // “Alfie falls for a beautiful black lady who is strong, intelligent, curvy, badass, and is as nutcrackers as him”

by @mrschangrettawrites

[PENDING] untitled [promo post] // (Persian reader)

by me

🎖 A Curious Correspondence // WOC reader gets to know Alfie Solomons through writing him letters as a volunteer during the war🎖 notes: I reread this one sometimes for kicks and giggles

by somebody

I KNOW somebody has an adorable fic that I think is titled Habibi which is ROC x Alfie but I can’t for the life of me remember where I saw it???? please send help

Finn Shelby

by @twistedrunes

untitled // Isaiah’s sister is rescued by Finn.

Isaiah Jesus

Note: These are only the Isaiah Jesus imagines with a reader that is explicitly a POC; see above (pt 3) for all Isaiah Jesus imagines

🎖 by @collecting-stories

Visiting // Isaiah meets a black girl from America and is completely smitten: pt 1 / pt 2

🎖 sweet stuff

John Shelby

by @xxdearlybeloved

Among the Stars (masterlist, 10 chapters) // the reader is Jeremiah Jesus’ niece, forced to return to Small Heath from London.

Luca Changretta

by @mrschangrettawrites

Acquisitions // (Turkish reader) “Every person has their purpose, and yours has just come up.”

[PENDING] untitled [promo post] // (Indian reader x Tommy x Luca)

Tommy Shelby

by @mrschangrettawrites

Another Kind of Language // (black reader) “You couldn’t speak the same way others could, but you still knew how to communicate.”

[PENDING] untitled [promo post] // (Indian reader x Tommy x Luca)

5. IN (MESSY) CONCLUSION

Isaiah is deeply beloved by all. do you have any idea how many fucking tabs I had to open to sort through the Isaiah fic and imagines? I had to bust my ASS

WOC are desperately underappreciated, but at least we’re doing better than fucking Steven

someone: “I want to write fic but I am not a POC/not that kind of POC/unsure of how to do this”

me: “listen, just use google & your common sense, then you’ll already be 2 steps ahead of steven fucking knight”

AGAIN, if you have any additions, subtractions, recommendations, send me an ask or a message or whatever. talk to me

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders masterlist #character of color #characters of color #Isaiah Jesus #Isaiah Jesus x Reader #Jeremiah Jesus #Jeremiah Jesus x Reader #Mr Zhang #Mister Zhang #Chadda Samra #Mona Mallory #Eve Chen #Finnsiah #Isaiah x Finn #Finn x Isaiah #Alfie Solomons x Reader #Finn Shelby x Reader #John Shelby x Reader

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