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pandoraslove · 2 years

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Finn Shelby x Reader (Part 3)

summary: Y/n has a rough family history, not knowing whether to contact her brother after he sends her a letter... Finn helps her out and So does the rest of the Shelby family, Little did she know her brother tied her back to them as well.

She was exhausted. The walk back home felt like it took an eternity. She always forgot to lock the door so it was almost always open. Finn and y/n both walked in the house and they both sat on the couch.

“you really don’t have to stay...” Y/n says.

“what if I want to?” He says.

“Then you are sleeping on the couch.” She says yawning and walking into to the kitchen. she grabbed a glass of water and drank all of it. She walked back out and saw Finn simply laying down on the couch. “I was joking come on.” He follows her to her room and then both lay down. after a while neither of them fell asleep so y/n turned over to face him.

“Why’d you help me today?” she asks softly.

“you’re too pretty to die falling in that river.” Finn says turning to look at her as he said it.

“Ha ha. funny.” she whispers.

“why were you there?”

“I used to go there to calm down when I was younger, it was a little prettier back then.” she tells him.

“and you needed to calm down today?”

“I guess.” she sighs, “I think I’m leaving Birmingham.”

“Why?” he asks getting up slightly putting his head on hand.

“I have nothing keeping me here, I might as well leave.”

“To somewhere you don't know anybody?” Finn asks, she stays quiet. “Is staying here really that bad?”

“It’s difficult to explain, Finn. I feel like no one needs me here. like I’m better off leaving.”

“Are you an only child?”

“No, I have an older brother but I don't think he’d care about me.”

“Why not.”

“The last time I say him I was 6. He walk right past me and wouldn’t recognize me.”

“hmm. and you’re mad at hime because of that?”

“I’m mad because he’s had 5 years to contact me. but instead he spent them away from me because my mother told him to, I’ve known for the last 4 years. An entire year after his return.”

“He’s your brother maybe let him explain himself then judge him after that.” she hummed closing her eyes and letting herself fall asleep. she never had trouble sleeping, she loved sleeping. it was an escape for her.

…………………….…………………….…………………….

the next morning Finn woke up before y/n and decided to grab some biscuits and tea from a bakery not far from her apartment. when he came back he set everything down and went to wake her up. He walked in and she was simply laying there watching the ceiling.

“Good morning,” He said, leaning against the door frame.

“Morning.” she replied. “Where’d you go?”

“To get some breakfast it’s on the table, come on.” Y/n was wearing a short night gown she had changed into in the middle of the night. She followed Finn and they both sat on the small table.

“I think I’m going to talk to him...” Y/n said quietly. She took a small bite out of her muffin, as Finn looked at her.

“Who?” He asks.

“Freddie- My brother.” she had stayed up most of the night contemplating whether or not to do it. He’s the only family she has left and she never much liked being lonely.

…………………….…………………….…………………….

It’s been 4 days, 4 days since she sent a letter back stating that if he truly wanted to talk then they should meet today at the river their father used to take them to. She’s been feeling a little less alone the last week, she's been spending time with Finn and Isiah, Polly talked to her the day after then incident and Y/n opened up. Polly comforted the way she wished her own mother had done. That night she stayed for dinner next to Finn and Isiah and saw how the Shelby family truly acted in the walls of their own home. Ada was the only one missing, but she didn’t ask where she’s gone to, since it wasn't any of her business.

Y/n sat with her feet barely of the water, almost touching it.

“Y/n?” She heard him say behind her. She stood up and faced him. He hasn’t changed very much.

“Hi, Freddie.” she says, swallowing the knot in her throat, She didn’t know what to do or say.

“you’re so... grown up now.” he says smiling slightly.

“That’s what usually happens after not seeing someone for 10 years.” She didn’t bother masking her hurt and pain in her voice.

“I’m sorry...” Freddie says, “At first it was just because I didn’t want to put you in any danger and then life just got a hell of a lot more complicated. And then mom... she said it wasn’t worth contacting you, that you’d made your choice to leave the family.”

“...you were my best friend...” she mumbles.

“I fucked up. I’m sorry.” He says putting his hands on her shoulders.

“I’ll only forgive you on one condition...”

“what?” he asks.

“Don’t leave me again. please.” She says into his chest hugging him. His arms wrap around her small frame.

“I, Freddie Thorne, Promise to never abandon you again.” She giggle slightly at his elegant way of saying his promise, but hugged him tighter none the less.

“I have someone I want you to meet.” He says.

“Who?”

“My wife and son.” Freddie led y/n through Watery Lane with his arm around her shoulder. She should of known who his wife was by the time they walked through Polly’s front door.

“Ada meet Y/n, my sister.” He said right when they walked into view of everyone there. And of course to her luck everyone was there, even Thomas, Micheal, and Isiah. she stood there frozen, Freddie noticed her tense state.

“I’m guessing you know what family she belongs to?” He asks with a small reassuring smile.

“that, and I already know all of them...” she says sheepishly.

“How?” He says.

“Thats a long story not one for today or ever for that matter...” she smiles up at him. “now you said you have a son?”

“Karl.” Freddie says and a little boy ran up to him. He had blue eyes but his face was just like Freddie’s also meaning he looked exactly like their father.

“He looks like him.” She says quietly.

“You never said Freddie Thorne was you brother.” Polly says.

“I didn’t think he was your in law. I honestly would have stayed away if I’d known.” They laugh.

“Well I guess now you’re officially a part of this family since you are Ada’s sister in law.” Tommy says.

“Doesn’t Ada have to decide whether she likes me or not? She could hate me for all I know, I would not stay somewhere I am hated.”

“Don’t worry, I like you, You’re a part of this family now.”

“fun.” she says sitting down next to Finn and Isiah.

“Welcome to family, Y/n.” Finn says.

“Why, Thank you, Finnegan.” She says, making Finn roll his eyes. Her and Isiah laughed.

“So, where have you been staying since...” Freddie asks sitting next to Ada with Karl on his lap.

“I got a small place near The Garrison.”

“Mom said you live with a boy.” He said, scowling a little.

“I did, but I dumped him and moved out, He bother me for a while but I threatened to cut his dick off if he didn’t leave me alone.”

“He didn’t call your bluff?” He says in a bit of a jokingly manner.

“who said anything about it being a bluff?”

“I doubt you have the balls to do it.” He says challenging her.

“I wouldn’t mind cutting yours off, I’m more than okay only having Karl as a nephew.” She says staring at him directly in the eyes with a small sinister smile.

“Do you not want anymore nephews or nieces?” Freddie asks changing the subject. She laughs a little.

“I think Ada is more than capable of finding another... sperm donor.” She says leaning back, ada laughed along with polly.

“So unladylike.” Freddie says shaking his head jokingly.

“you’re right I’m not a lady, I am a woman. Why would I ever want to be lady like, it sounds so... imprisoning.” she says with a funny face of disgust. For some reason Karl laughed making her laugh as well. She was leaning her head against Finns shoulder.

“God, I wish I would’ve written sooner.” He says.

“Don’t dwell on the past, it’s not worth it, we’re here now aren’t we?” She says sighing slightly.

“right.” Freddie says.

“I’ve heard that there’s this job opening at a dress shop nearby, I applied earlier today.” y/n tell Finn, but of course everyone was listening.

“What position is it?” Arthur asks.

“I’d be sewing and fixing clothes in the back or Designing dresses, skirts, trousers, stuff like that.”

“You’ve always been good with a needle and thread.” Fred says. She nods.

“Because of that simple skill, I've been able to make clothes last longer.”

“So, you’ll definitely get the job.” Thomas says.

“IF all goes well then yes, but if not I think I’ll leave Birmingham for a while.”

“Leave Birmingham?” Polly asks.

“Maybe... I’m not sure, I’ll always come back but London sounds amazing.”

“You’re staying here.” Freddie and Finn says at the same time.

“You can’t force me to stay.” she sighs.

“I’m your older brother, you’re staying.” he says giving me the hard eye which she hold.

“shush Freddie, you’re weaker than a mouse against a snake, I’ll have you on the ground in seconds.” she says.

“Cocky much.”

“I guess it’s because I’ve got a much bigger one.” everyone laughs at my comeback.

“You and your weird words.” Freddie sighs, “I’m sending you to a convent.”

“Over my hot dead body, you weirdo.” she shrieks loudly, Tommy and Arthur smirk, John laughs, and Polly and Ada watch us bicker in amusement.

“I’m joking, but you’re coming to live with me and Ada.”

“I like my home here thank you very much.”

“you’re alone here.”

“No, I’m not, I’ll be fine, I’ve managed so far.” she say.

“And school?”

“I finished early.”

“how?”

“I got all my work sorted out before leaving, my diploma is under my bed.”

“you didn’t tell us that.” Polly says. She has become a little bit of a maternal figure.

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“You graduated early... It’s a bit of a big deal. especially in this family.” Tommy says. y/n smiles at them. Freddie watched her interact with everyone, It felt nice being surrounded by them all.

#peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #finn shelby #finn shelby x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #ada thorne #freddie thorne #john shelby #arthur shelby #polly grey #isiah jesus

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emotionalcadaver · 2 months

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Jumping on the bandwagon with this one! Shout out to @justrainandcoffee for finding this! Also tagging my other Hunger Games AU peeps @evita-shelby, @call-sign-shark, @peakyswritings, and @lunarubra!

Simulation can be found here!

The Bloodbath

As the tributes stand on their podiums, the horn sounds.

Freddie Thorne runs away from the Cornucopia.

Aveline Young runs away from the Cornucopia.

Arthur Shelby runs away from the Cornucopia.

Heaven Lavey grabs a backpack and retreats.

Jack Nelson finds a backpack full of camping equipment.

Tommy Shelby runs away from the Cornucopia.

Luca Changretta runs away from the Cornucopia.

Gina Nelson grabs a backpack, not realizing it is empty.

May Carleton, Michael Gray, and Polly Gray get into a fight. Polly Gray triumphantly kills them both.

Johnny Dogs runs away from the Cornucopia.

Charlie Strong snatches a bottle of alcohol and a rag.

Lucy Winters runs away from the Cornucopia.

Alfie Solomons scares Johanna Mason away from the cornucopia.

Finn Shelby runs away from the Cornucopia.

Grace Burgess takes a handful of throwing knives.

John Shelby and Rose Coldwell fight for a bag. Rose Coldwell gives up and retreats.

Isiah Jesus and Ada Shelby fight for a bag. Ada Shelby gives up and retreats.

Eva Smith snatches a bottle of alcohol and a rag.

Nina Ferrante clutches a first aid kit and runs away.

Day 1

Gina Nelson camouflauges herself in the bushes.

Alfie Solomons stalks Johanna Mason.

Rose Coldwell goes hunting.

Nina Ferrante runs away from Jack Nelson.

Grace Burgess tries to spear fish with a trident.

Eva Smith receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Luca Changretta runs away from Freddie Thorne.

Ada Shelby receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Arthur Shelby diverts Lucy Winters's attention and runs away.

Finn Shelby scares Johnny Dogs off.

Charlie Strong questions his sanity.

John Shelby, Tommy Shelby, and Polly Gray hunt for other tributes.

Aveline Young pushes Isiah Jesus off a cliff during a knife fight.

Heaven Lavey hunts for other tributes.

Fallen Tributes

3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

May Carleton District 4 Michael Gray District 3 Isiah Jesus District 11

Night 1

Heaven Lavey, Jack Nelson, and Aveline Young sleep in shifts.

Charlie Strong screams for help.

Finn Shelby receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor.

Johnny Dogs questions his sanity.

Alfie Solomons loses sight of where he is.

Polly Gray tends to Freddie Thorne's wounds.

Luca Changretta receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Johanna Mason receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Eva Smith and Ada Shelby tell stories about themselves to each other.

Tommy Shelby and Lucy Winters huddle for warmth.

Grace Burgess thinks about home.

John Shelby cooks his food before putting his fire out.

Nina Ferrante, Rose Coldwell, Gina Nelson, and Arthur Shelby tell each other ghost stories to lighten the mood.

*slams hands on desk* Lucy x Tommy is canon you guys my babies are cuddling sajfhsdjkgfhsd 😭😭😭

Day 2

Charlie Strong questions his sanity.

Ada Shelby, Freddie Thorne, Aveline Young, Johnny Dogs, and Polly Gray hunt for other tributes.

Rose Coldwell collects fruit from a tree.

Tommy Shelby and Gina Nelson work together for the day.

Alfie Solomons camouflauges himself in the bushes.

Grace Burgess tries to spear fish with a trident.

Arthur Shelby runs away from Jack Nelson.

Johanna Mason scares Lucy Winters off.

Nina Ferrante, Finn Shelby, Eva Smith, and Heaven Lavey hunt for other tributes.

Luca Changretta hunts for other tributes.

John Shelby makes a wooden spear.

Night 2

Johnny Dogs fends Polly Gray, Grace Burgess, and Luca Changretta away from his fire.

Nina Ferrante stabs Freddie Thorne in the back with a trident.

Finn Shelby overpowers Heaven Lavey, killing her.

Alfie Solomons and Aveline Young sleep in shifts.

Lucy Winters decapitates Rose Coldwell with a sword.

Tommy Shelby screams for help.

Jack Nelson goes to sleep.

Johanna Mason receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Arthur Shelby tends to Charlie Strong's wounds.

Ada Shelby, John Shelby, and Eva Smith sleep in shifts.

Gina Nelson attempts to start a fire, but is unsuccessful.

@call-sign-shark Finn overpowering Heaven has got to be the most hilariously ooc things I've ever heard. As if he would ever actually stand a chance against her. And @justrainandcoffee oh my god please tell Rosie that Lucy is SO SORRY she doesn't know what came over her 🫣

Day 3

Gina Nelson scares Grace Burgess off.

Nina Ferrante tends to Finn Shelby's wounds.

Arthur Shelby receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Charlie Strong bashes Luca Changretta's head in with a mace.

Ada Shelby hunts for other tributes.

Johnny Dogs goes hunting.

Tommy Shelby diverts John Shelby's attention and runs away.

Aveline Young defeats Polly Gray in a fight, but spares her life.

Lucy Winters receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Eva Smith sees smoke rising in the distance, but decides not to investigate.

Jack Nelson and Johanna Mason work together to drown Alfie Solomons.

Fallen Tributes

5 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Freddie Thorne District 5 Heaven Lavey District 7 Rose Coldwell District 8 Luca Changretta District 1 Alfie Solomons District 9

Night 3

Charlie Strong thinks about home.

Eva Smith, Tommy Shelby, and Jack Nelson sleep in shifts.

John Shelby sees a fire, but stays hidden.

Polly Gray questions her sanity.

Nina Ferrante climbs a tree to rest.

Lucy Winters passes out from exhaustion.

Aveline Young screams for help.

Grace Burgess, Finn Shelby, Gina Nelson, and Johanna Mason sleep in shifts.

Ada Shelby receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Arthur Shelby sets up camp for the night.

Johnny Dogs questions his sanity.

Day 4

Johnny Dogs, Ada Shelby, Lucy Winters, John Shelby, and Arthur Shelby hunt for other tributes.

Aveline Young constructs a shack.

Grace Burgess travels to higher ground.

Eva Smith is pricked by thorns while picking berries.

Polly Gray travels to higher ground.

Tommy Shelby and Johanna Mason fight Gina Nelson and Jack Nelson. Gina Nelson and Jack Nelson survive.

Nina Ferrante kills Charlie Strong for his supplies.

Finn Shelby explores the arena.

Fallen Tributes

3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Tommy Shelby District 12 Johanna Mason District 7 Charlie Strong District 4

Night 4

Aveline Young bleeds out due to untreated injuries.

Arthur Shelby receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor.

Lucy Winters, Finn Shelby, Grace Burgess, Polly Gray, and John Shelby sleep in shifts.

Gina Nelson and Johnny Dogs talk about the tributes still alive.

Nina Ferrante tries to treat her infection.

Ada Shelby dies from thirst.

Eva Smith and Jack Nelson tell stories about themselves to each other.

@evita-shelby Do I sense something potentially happening between Eva and Jack? 👀

Day 5

John Shelby stalks Lucy Winters.

Gina Nelson constructs a shack.

Polly Gray severely slices Nina Ferrante with a sword.

Grace Burgess fishes.

Finn Shelby attacks Jack Nelson, but he manages to escape.

Eva Smith questions her sanity.

Johnny Dogs dies from thirst.

Arthur Shelby makes a slingshot.

Fallen Tributes

4 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Aveline Young District 11 Ada Shelby District 6 Nina Ferrante District 9 Johnny Dogs District 10

Night 5

Finn Shelby and Gina Nelson talk about the tributes still alive.

Arthur Shelby, Polly Gray, and Grace Burgess get into a fight. Grace Burgess triumphantly kills them both.

Lucy Winters forces John Shelby to kill Eva Smith or Jack Nelson. He decides to kill Eva Smith.

The Feast

The cornucopia is replenished with food, supplies, weapons, and memoirs from the tributes' families.

Gina Nelson decides not to go to The Feast.

John Shelby decides not to go to The Feast.

Finn Shelby decides not to go to The Feast.

Jack Nelson and Grace Burgess get into a fight over raw meat, but Jack Nelson gives up and runs away.

Lucy Winters decides not to go to The Feast.

Day 6

Gina Nelson discovers a river.

John Shelby goes hunting.

Grace Burgess attacks Jack Nelson, but he manages to escape.

Finn Shelby sprains his ankle while running away from Lucy Winters.

Arena Event

Monkey mutts fill the arena.

Lucy Winters dies from internal bleeding caused by a monkey mutt.

Grace Burgess dies from internal bleeding caused by a monkey mutt.

Gina Nelson uses Finn Shelby as a shield from the monkey mutts.

John Shelby survives.

Jack Nelson survives.

Noooo my girl 😭 At least she made it pretty far!

Fallen Tributes

6 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Arthur Shelby District 6 Polly Gray District 3 Eva Smith District 10 Lucy Winters District 12 Grace Burgess District 1 Finn Shelby District 8

Night 6

John Shelby receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Gina Nelson destroys Jack Nelson's supplies while he is asleep.

Day 7

John Shelby shoots an arrow into Jack Nelson's head.

Gina Nelson cannot handle the circumstances and commits suicide.

Fallen Tributes

2 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

Jack Nelson District 2 Gina Nelson District 2

The Winner

The winner is John Shelby from District 5!

#the hunger games au

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sleepypeaky · 4 years

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Butterflies- finnsiah

wc: 972

finn shelby x isiah jesus

summary: finn is jealous that isiah and michael are friends, but for a reason

note about the ages: cannonically i think isiah and michael are the same age but i made him younger so it wouldnt be creepy, so michael was born in 1904 (18) isiah 1906 (16) finn 1908 (14)

Finn sat in misery between his brothers.

Sitting between two drunk brothers who refuse to speak openly in front of you is bad enough. But in addition, everyone’s new best friend michael was out with isiah.

No one payed him any attention anyway, but now there was a new and better option to look at. So Finn felt even more snubbed than usual.

But michael and isiah got to him deeper than the others. Even as much as finn pretended it was just a wish to be involved, he knew it was more than that.

But he also knew isiah must prefer michael. Not some family runt.

“Oi finn cheer up!” John slapped the boy on the back and handed him his beer.

“john not the booze again, ‘ez only a kid.” Arthur grunted.

Finn rolled his eyes and passed the nearly empty glass back to john.

The door to the private room opened and in walked a very ruffed up looking Michael and isiah. Finn felt his small breath catch as he saw the blood on isiahs hands and a cut on his face.

Upon arthurs questioning, they discovered the cause of the situation was some bastards wouldnt let isiah drink with michael.

A hot pool of anger grew inside of finn.

“oi, which pub?” Arthur demanded.

“The marquis of lorne”

“Righ’ then.” Arthur and john got to their feet, finn followed suit only to be pushed back down.

He wanted to do something just this once, but it was in vain, theyd never let him.

Through his muddled thoughts Finn heard isiah sigh ‘shame, it was a good pub.’ So at least the pub would get what it deserved, finn thought.

A short while later, finn kicked the pebbles of the street as he walked home, not that he had to go home, no one was there.

Up ahead Michael and isiah were chatting as they walked. Finn stared longingly at the pair.

“Fuck this.” he muttered.

He kicked a large stone and ran down the street home. This both used some of the anger he felt and took the pair away from his immediate sightline.

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Michael watched in confusion as his cousin darted past them and into his house. Isiah had a similar expression of bewilderment.

“Wha...?” Michael started.

Isiah shook his head,

“No idea. Ill check on him later.”

Isiah brought Michael to his door and thanked him for helping fight at the pub. Then he doubled back to the shelby residence.

The door was open as usual, and isiah let himself inside.

“Finn?” He called.

“He’s upstairs isiah.” A woman’s voice (probably esme) yelled back.

So he took the stairs up to the second floor and made his way down a fightfully dark hallway to finns room. There was light coming through the nearly closed door. He entered to find finn sitting on his bed, scowling.

“Oi wha’s the matter with you then?”

Finn turned his head away,

“Nuthin’s the matter, no’ that you’d care.”

Isiah got closer and sat down heavily next to finn on the bed, causing him to scoot away out of spite.

“Wait, are you upset ‘cause of me an’ michael?”

Finn turned his head back and glared into isiahs eyes.

“well everyone seems to care about ‘im more than me. Just thought you were different.”

Isiah took his hat off.

“Finn, tha’s not true and you know it. Me and michael are jus’ mates. He’s new here and needs someone to hang with.

“Im just sick of being left behind! and by you of all people!” he was yelling now, and he could feel a prickle in his eyes as angry tears formed.

Isiah looked confused,

“Finn we’re pals, ill always be your mate.”

Finn wrung his hands, his emotions were reaching a breaking point.

“No its just-“ He stopped yelling.

In an act of boyish courage he leaned down to the seated isiah and kissed him.

Almost immediately finn realized the grave mistake he made.

He quickly pulled himself back and cowered into the corner.

“Oh god im sorry , oh god please....that didnt happen....”

He shook, frightened tears starting to dribble from his eyes, and went to run out the door when isiah stood and grabbed his arm. One swift tug brought Finn close to him and he, now the taller, kissed finn back.

Finn felt new tears mix with his own and butterflies, thousands of them, erupted in his entire body. It felt like warm wind was stirring through his body. It was euphoria, love, happiness; all overriding the fear he felt just moments before.

When their lips parted, Finn couldnt find the words to speak. Everything came out all jumbled.

“I... How long.... i never thought-”

His ramblings were silenced by a shhh from isiah as he pulled him into an embrace.

“Wha’ do we do now?” Finn whispered

He now lay beside isiah with his head on isiah’s chest.

“I dont know. i really dont know.”

Finn sighed,

“We could move ta london, i know ada is ok with people like us.”

Isiah nodded.

“Th’ would be nice, but i think we can make it here, im a blinder and you’re a shelby afterall.”

Finn looked up to him and smirked,

“quite the duo huh.”

Ada knew, tommy knew, john and esme knew, polly,... no word yet on arthur. his skull’s too thick.

But by far their gretest champion was Michael.

He became the unofficial defender of isiah and finn, both because of their youger age, and also because he knew people wouldnt mess with all three of them.

No one dared speak or gossip about them alone, but when michael was there. No one even looked in their direction.

and all was as well as it could be

and they were happy

as always i suck at endings, hope you liked! Im also ready to write for any established!finnsiah things so i thought this would be a good beginning point

#finn shelby imagine #finn shelby x isiah jesus #isiah jesus #isiah jesus imagine #isiah jesus x finn shelby #finsiah #finnsiah #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fic #gay peaky blinders #isiah x finn #finn x isiah #finn shelby #michael gray

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kikikeeks · 2 years

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The Fair

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x Sister!OC

A/N I don’t own peaky blinders blah blah

Plot: Arthur Shelby takes his little sister to get a teddy from the fair

1910

Emilia tugged on her brothers hand, pulling him out through the stalls and tables full from families eating goodies bought at the fair.

“C’mon Arthur,” she said, pulling him towards the stall that had caught her eye.

Her tiny legs Weaved through the crowd, Arthur’s tall frame hunched over to keep hold of his little sisters tiny hand.

When Milly finally reached her destination she looked up at Arthur, arms stretched above her head signalling for her brother to pick her up.

Arthur picked his sister up resting her on his hip.

“That one Arthur, Tha’s the one Ada wouldn’t let me get” Emilia huffed a frown gracing her sweet face.

“Ok then, Oi!” Arthur called getting the attention of the man running the stall “how much for the bear?”

”it’s a prize sir, ya have to win it by knocking down the cans”

Arthur hesitated “how much to play then”

“Sixpence for three throws sir”

Arthur looked down at Milly, a grin now spread across her face head resting on Arthur’s chest.

“A’right then” he said passing the Coins to the man who in turn handed him the ball.

“Sit ‘ere Milly and watch your big brother win you that teddy eh”

He placed Emilia on the bench beside the stall and stood up straight inspecting the ball before changing his stance. Taking his aim. Growing the ball.

A loud CRASH was heard as all of the cans tumbled to the ground, Emilias tiny hands coming up to cover her ears.

The man managing the stall was in shock , barely anyone had been able to hit the cans, let alone knock them all over.

He with a dumbfounded look on his face passed the brown teddy to Arthur who was grinning from ear to ear.

A small “Yay Arthur” was heard as Arthur spun round grabbing his little sister and spinning her round relishing in her giggles.

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The oldest and littlest Shelby made their way towards the exit when a woman holding the hands of two wild children called out to Arthur.

“Your daughter is beautiful sir” she called referring to Emilias sleeping form.

Before Arthur could correct the woman she spoke again “wish my Fred would take these two out like that” and off she walked.

Arthur looked down at his sister, while he wasn’t her father what else did she have.

Not his father that was for sure, Arthur supposed he was as close as the small girl would get to having the love of a father.

#shelby!sister #arthur shelby #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby x sister!reader #emiliashelby #shelby!reader #tommy shelby #ada shelby #finn shelby #Finn shelby x sister!reader #Finn Shelby twin sister #isiah jesus #isiah jesus x reader #Isiah Jesus x Shelby! sister

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syven-siren · 2 years

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On Thin Ice

Summary: Michael, Finn and Isaiah think skating would be the perfect activity for the day. Unfortunately, you don’t know how, but Michael convinced you he’d be the perfect teacher. You should have known given your group’s history of mishaps that it may not have been the best idea to trust them.

Warnings: mentions of injury // fluff Word Count: ~700

Requested by Anon: “...Can I request something with the younger peaky boys like Finn and Isiah and maybe Michael where they are all at Tommy’s hours with reader and her friends trying to teach them how to skate? And may the reader falls and knocks her head so one of the boys carries her up to Tommy’s house to make sure she’s ok. And then after checking in her they all have hot coco?” A/N: Happy Holidays Everyone! 🎁 Also, I know his name is spelled different but I’m so used to seeing ‘Isaiah’. Apologies if anyone prefers the proper spelling of his name.

“Are you sure it’s safe?”

Like a fawn new to the world, your first step onto the ice is cautious. The frozen pond beneath your feet crackles in response to the added weight and your muscles and joints lock in terror of some expected catastrophe. To stabilize yourself and your confidence, your fingers dig into the coat sleeve of your closest companion.

“Of course.” Michael’s statement of reassurance does little to quell your rising dread, especially when Finn and Isaiah nearly fall as they collide together.

“Listen to the farm boy! He knows what he’s talkin’ ‘bout.”

“See, even Isaiah knows. Have I ever led you wrong, love?”

“There was that time you had us sneak in to see that picture. You said we wouldn’t get caught, but we did.”

Skating past, Finn pipes in his own anecdotal evidence, “There was that time you thought it’d be funny to steal from Polly’s liquor cabinet. And she chased us for three blocks.”

“Yeah, mate. And what about when you made us be lookouts when you went to see that London girl and her father nearly—”

Michael interrupts Isaiah, not wanting you to back out based on previous history, “Alright. Alright. So maybe I have once or twice, but you can trust me on this!”

You follow his instruction, taking a few marching steps and then allowing yourself to glide over the ice. Your body adjusts to the slippery surface, and you find it much easier to balance as your posture becomes less rigid. Confident enough with the combination of directions and Michael's support, you finally release him from your grasp and begin to skate on your own.

You circle the pond slowly while the boys rough house and rush by in competition. While you enjoy the spectacle of Isaiah and Michael tumbling to the icy surface in a tangle of limbs, you fail to notice the Shelby boy who creeps up behind you. Finn captures you by the waist and twirls with you on the ice before releasing you and sprinting away as you squeal in fear. He roars in laughter as you give chase. But much like every scenario you seem to find yourself in with your boys, it goes to shit. The blade of your skate slips, and your leg buckles under the unbalanced weight of your body and dashing your hopes for retaliation.

Rather than falling onto your butt, your body pitches forward. The skin of your palms is seared with the sting of the ice’s first touch. Forced into a starfish pose, your head harshly smacks against the ice, and the next few minutes are a blur of pain and frantic questions from the boys.

“Fucking hell!” Isaiah skids to a stop beside you, aiding you in righting yourself, “You alright, love? Took a real good spill.”

“Don’t cry. Just please, don’t cry.”

“Finn, I’m not crying but you look like you're 'bout to,” You tease before squeaking in pain as Michael inspects your scalp, “Ow. Ow. Stop touching it!”

It takes them several long minutes of debate for them to conclude that you should not walk back to the house on your own. And it is quite a few more as they argue on who gets to carry you. The journey through the snow consists of the trio distracting you from the pain by telling tales of their comedic failures while on errands for Tommy as Finn carries you on his back.

Set by the fireplace, you soak up the much needed heat; feeling your fingers and toes thaw. The boys putter about you, inspecting your head again and cleaning the raw red scrapes on your palms.

“You were wrong,” Your bottom lip pokes out in a pout, and you glare at Michael as he offers you ice to soothe the aching knot that is growing on the side of your head, “Again.”

“Okay. Okay. No more skating for a while. How about I make it up to you, hmm?”

“How?”

“There’s some cocoa in the kitchen.”

“I could forgive you but…”

Finn presses for you to continue, “But?”

“I want extra marshmallows.”

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MIDNIGHT GRAY – Part III

Michael Gray x female reader (OFC / OC) – A Peaky Blinders™ fanfiction

Summary: You needed a drink after the meeting with Tommy Shelby and Michael Gray. Unfortunately some drunk men harassed you...will someone save you?

Characters: Michael Gray, OFC, Tommy Shelby, Lizzie Stark (Lizzie Shelby), Isaiah Jesus, Finn Shelby

Word Count: 6k

Status: Incomplete

Warning(s): English is my second language, melancholy, smoking, drinking, strong language, non-con elements

Published: March 2022

Part 3 of the ‘Midnight Gray’-saga

Author's note: Slow burn, (Fr)Enemies to lovers

Song recommendations for this chapter:

She Remembers – Max Richter

Oh My God – Adele

In a Sentimental Mood – Ella Fitzgerald

Music To Watch Boys To – Lana Del Rey

Just When I Thought – Jacob Banks

WTF – Sasha Alex Sloan

Pervious Chapters:

Chapter 1 – Serendipity – a fortunate happenstance

Chapter 2: Zemblanity – the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know; the opposite of serendipity

꧁ ________________________꧂

Chapter 3:

Drapetomania – an overwhelming urge to run away.

What a troublesome night, haunted by bad dreams you thought once you opened your eyes after a very sleepless rest. You needed a moment to adjust to the still foreign environment. Then it hit you like lightning, your whole body shivered in return.

Realization like an avalanche – Shelby Mansion, my new gilded cage. Furthermore the meeting with Thomas and Mr. Gray. What a nightmare and you just woke up from one…

You sat up in your canopy bed, starring out of the window for several minutes. You hugged your knees and your head rested on top of them. The grey sky so gloomy and drab, resembling your own inner mood.

You couldn’t decide what will turn out to be worse today – signing over your property, your goods and chattels, to Thomas Shelby or enduring Michael Gray while doing so?

Your heart felt torn even though a little spark of joy kept on resonating within your stomach but you decided to ignore it and let it drift by like the cloudy weather waiting outside.

He betrayed you. It hurt, badly. Don’t trust him again! Keep yourself locked from his charisma and the undeniable chemistry the two of you shared. It will be for the better...you thought.

You decided to go for a ride. Feeling the warm horse skin galloping under your saddle was a pleasant distraction. Once you came back after a couple of hours you took a bath, ate and enjoyed a few cups of tea while finishing Thomas Hardy’s Far from the Madding Crowd – you always enjoyed reading this novel, no matter how many times you’ve already delved into this fictional masterpiece.

It was time to get dressed you thought after observing the watch hanging on the forest green wall. You chose a black dress, tight around your waist with a pleated skirt. A white collar and matching wristbands should be suitable for today.

You mascaraed your greenish blue eyes, added some rosy blush and lipstick. You tied your gold-coloured hair back in a ponytail, little curls swinging in the back around your rips. Modest pearl earrings would be enough for this meeting you thought and took a look in the mirror.

Your reflection showed a perfect image but it was the exact opposite to your troubled mind. Luckily you always seemed calm and firm on the outside, never allowing others to know how you really felt – today would be a good day to use this special boon.

You walked down the stairs and asked one of the servants for Thomas. She informed you that he left the mansion hours ago and you were told to wait for one of his men to drive you to Birmingham.

It’s funny how all the things that used to be ordinary and so very taken for granted seemed to become way more important once you’ve lost your freedom – you loved to drive ever since you got your first car; however you gave in to this strange, almost comedic situation and let one of Thomas’ men drive you to his city office.

If only you could get rid of his henchman in the driver's seat and escape – out of Birmingham, out of this perdition. The vehicle abruptly stopped in front of the meeting spot – The Shelby Company Limited.

Your driver got out of the car, lit a cigarette and attentively watched you while opening the door of Thomas’ city office. Liberty, more like self determination lost.

You walked down the wooden corridor and a beautiful raven-black haired woman sat in front of you. She stopped writing and looked up.

‘Miss Huntington-Coldwell?’ She assumed, navy blue eyes studying you.

‘Yes. I am about to have an appointment with Mr. Sh…’ You said and she interrupted you.

‘Mr. Shelby will arrive a little bit later than scheduled.’ She stood up and added. ‘Please follow me.’

The secretary was a very tall and attractive lady, no wonder that Thomas hired her. Guardedness aside, he still is just a man after all.

You came along an empty office, the inscription on the door saying ‘accountant’.

Assuming that Michael Gray would most definitely be in his office by now gave you some hope and you inwardly sent up a quick prayer that he won’t attend the meeting.

She gestured to the door that was left ajar and your eyes instantly locked with his. It seemed like someone cheered too soon.

‘Mr. Gray.’ You greeted him, not out of joy but out of manner.

‘Good afternoon, Miss Coldwell.’ He rose to his feet and walked over to the bar.

‘What's your poison?’ He asked while pouring himself whiskey in a crystal glass.

‘You!’ You thought. His eyes met yours again and it seemed like the severity of your hatred towards him got the better of you.

His signature brow lifted in a suspicious way, the other side of his mouth formed a smirk.

‘Did I just say that out loud?’ You asked yourself and started to panic.

‘I can’t blame you, Miss.’ He said casually, almost sounding amused.

Fuck! I said it out loud.

‘It’s shortly after 5 o'clock and you’re already drinking?’ You asked him, wanting to distract him from your awkward remark.

‘Wakeful night.’ He drank some of the whiskey and continued. ‘Helps me to endure the long days.’

You stared at him, wanting to read his body language, slightly tilting your head while doing so. Apparently I haven’t been the only one having troubles sleeping tonight? He surely deserved it…you tried to persuade yourself. He indeed looked tired. It didn’t made him less handsome but the dark circles under his midnight blue eyes were a testimony to long working days and probably nights as well – you almost felt sorry for him...

‘…it might help you to endure me, Miss.’ He cockily stated.

‘Right enough!’ You replied.

‘Whiskey?’ He asked again.

‘Scotch.’ You retorted.

He wanted to pass you the glass filled with Scotch but you pretended to be occupied with something in your handbag. He sighed but he still had a smugly grin resting on his face.

You grabbed the crystal glass from the table and raised it in the air.

‘Here’s to cheating, stealing and drinking.’ You uttered mockingly.

‘Cheers.’ He raised his glass in approval, fully aware of your spiteful undertone.

The taste of the Scotch was heady and now you had to agree – day drinking might become your new passion. It will most definitely help you to endure the upcoming months.

‘Miss Coldwell.’ He started and slowly strode a few steps inside the office. One hand still holding his whiskey glass, the other one nonchalantly resting in his pocket.

You weren’t in the mood for his speech, he didn’t even gave you enough time to let the alcohol work and reach your blood – you exhaled deeply. He put his glass down on the table and his hands leant on the chairback, opposite from you. He avoided your gaze for a few silent moments.

‘I know I’ve hurt you.’ Then his eyes pierced yours, gleaming with truthfulness.

‘I know that.’ He insisted so very intense.

‘I…’ He arose again and rubbed his temple.

‘It wouldn’t have made any difference.’ He declare himself.

‘On the contrary! It would have made a difference…to me.’ Your voice broke. You needed to swallow and drank some more of your Scotch.

‘The moment I knew who you were…I.’ He paused and looked away, lost in thought. He deeply exhaled and regained his posture.

‘I couldn’t dare to put you in danger.’ He reached for his drink and took another sip of his whiskey.

‘It would have made everything worse, trust me.’ He laughed in a cruel way to himself, starring into the distance and lightly biting his full bottom lip.

Thereafter he fastened his eyes with yours again and they begged for your forgiveness. You sat there in silence, studying him and trying to judge the trueness in his words.

‘Sure, I could have smuggled you out of Birmingham, perhaps even the country…but Miss, I know what my family is capable of.’ His blue eyes matched his sad smile.

‘I couldn't reconcile your destiny with my conscience and move one like I wouldn't be the one to blame for your death sentence.’ He lit a cigarette and audibly exhaled the first drag of tobacco, then absentmindedly shook his head.

‘Not after I met you.’ He confessed, just above a throaty whisper.

Your eyes locked again and you knew that he was telling the truth and it almost tore you apart.

‘I know.’ You breathed and looked down, not longer able to hold his gaze.

He came closer and sat down in the chair next to you, knees almost touching.

‘Now I can do everything in my power to keep you safe, Miss. To protect you.’ You looked up again, apprehending his face – sincerity written all over it.

‘Like I said yesterday, I will make up for it.’ He repeated sternly.

‘I promise.’ He breathed calmly.

This moment was intimate. No physical touch needed, to feel connected to him... Suddenly the door opened and Tommy entered his office.

‘Miss Coldwell, Michael.’ He shortly greeted and exhaled deeply while removing his coat and sat down right beside you.

Michael once again caught a fleeting glimpse of your greenish blue eyes and you wondered – how could he affect you like this? He was right. It would have made everything worse…hearing that he truly cared for you isn't helping matters.

Thomas spread dozens of documents all over the table.

‘Miss Coldwell, you know that once the signing over is officially confirmed, your father’s hereditary debt is repaid. It becomes legally binding on your next birthday.’ Thomas informed you and it upset you but you kept your stoic facade.

He kept on talking like you didn’t know that you would have to sell your soul to the devil, simply because your father made one wrong choice; trusting his friend who betrayed him in the end. One fatal decision let to this moment.

‘If only your father didn’t get involved with the Shelby clan!’ You let your thoughts spin around in your head...

Surely they ended the feud between your father and his former friend but the Shelbys weren’t there to protect your father from being killed by one of his old friend’s followers.

Down to the present day you couldn’t believe that your father agreed to this covenant. Transferring everything to Thomas Shelby in exchange for their help. That was very unlike him – he would rather die than shaking hands with some notorious gypsy gangster…

‘Let’s begin with the properties.’ Thomas decided and lit a cigarette, smoke tarnished the yellowish lamplight.

Michael cleared his throat and laid down one paper after the other. Starting with Gosford House in Scotland, Drumlanrig Castle in Scotland next, Dyffryn House in Wales, followed by Bodrhyddan Hall in North Wales...

You’ve stayed silent the whole time, signing countless of papers and just like that your estates vanished. Funds, cars, stocks as well as art and paintings weren’t yours, not any longer.

You felt an overly forceful stare coming from Thomas and you looked right back into his sky blue eyes.

‘Is there a problem, Mr. Shelby?’ You held his gaze straightfaced.

‘You’re surprisingly calm, Miss Coldwell.’ He acknowledged, his brows a bit furrowed – a sign of suspicion.

You didn’t response but your eyes kept on saying everything you wanted him to know.

‘Jewellery next.’ He said and his eyes ogled down to the platinum charm around your neck.

‘No!’ You implied.

‘You can take everything but you certainly won’t take this away from me!’ You insisted, your eyes ready to fight, your hand around the charm, gripping it so tightly as if your life depended on it.

‘It’s my mothers. It’s the only thing she left me.’ You said sternly, eyes drowning in wrath now.

How could he be so greedy?

‘You can have everything else…but not this.’ You were trapped in a hopeless situation but wouldn’t go down, not without a fight.

‘Tommy!’ Michael appealed urgently, subtly admonishing his uncle.

‘I respect that.’ Thomas replied and lit yet another cigarette.

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Hours passed, ink dried.

‘Alright, seems like we’re done for today.’ Thomas declared and looked at his gilded pocket watch.

‘What about my Cousin?’ You asked Thomas, eyes wide open.

‘We will discuss this topic another time, Miss Coldwell.’ He replied dryly.

‘This topic?’ You said disgusted by Thomas Shelby’s arrogance.

‘But you said you would agree to get him out of captivity, once I cleared my father’s debt.’ You almost shouted.

‘So it will be.’ He replied so calmly, you felt the infuriation heating up your entire body.

‘You will get him out...right? I signed over all that I had. You said you’re a man of your word, Mr. Shelby!’ Your eyes full of pleading and also temper.

‘Miss Coldwell, the signing over covered the contractual conditions. Your cousin wasn’t a part of the deal.’ He said and lit a cigarette.

‘You’re kidding, right?’ Your voice filled with fury, your rib cage raising from suppressed tension.

‘Everything I have ever owned is yours now… What could I possibly offer you to get him out?’ You looked at him perplexed.

You could barely contain yourself anymore, being on the edge of your seat. All of a sudden you felt Michael’s left hand on your thigh, resting on top of your pleated skirt, trying to calm you down – you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

Thomas stared at you wordlessly and it felt like half an eternity until he finally responded.

‘I will try to get your cousin out of his captivity and you will fulfil tasks for me?’ Thomas finally answered.

‘What kind of tasks?’ You asked and crossed your arms, brows furrowed.

‘It depends on upcoming events. Once you’ll be needed, you will comply with my wish.’ He declared.

‘Settled!’ You stood up, grabbed your handbag as well as your coat and walked down the corridor.

You pushed the front door open, not caring about the loud slam. You put on your gloves and the cold air was surprisingly refreshing, cooling down your nerves and mind.

The man who drove you to Birmingham approached you.

‘God!’ How much you hated this insanity. Your whole body stiffened and you couldn’t regain control over your mind. It was overwhelming, simply too much for you. Tears slowly building up and you didn’t want to show this kind of emotion, not in front of one of Thomas’ henchmen nor anyone else. Everything seemed forlorn, tears kept on running down your blushed cheeks.

It felt harder to breathe. Each gasp hurt more than the last one. Suddenly two hands grabbed your arms from behind.

‘Miss Coldwell.’ A familiar velvety voice lingered in your ears.

You turned around and Michael repeated his gesture, now facing you while his hands found their way around your upper arms.

He kept some distance between the two of you in order to make you feel comfortable.

‘Thomas wants me to driver her back.’ The driver said non empathetically.

You shot him a questionable look – he couldn’t be serious?

‘Fuck Tommy’s orders! I will take care of her.’ Michael gave him a warning and the man finally drove off.

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your reddened cheeks. Your feeling heart betrayed your otherwise usually emotional cold and reserved composure – how much you hated yourself for being so vulnerable, so very lost in this moment. You wanted to be the strong young women you always aimed for others to see, each and every single day – and there you stood in a complete turmoil.

You walked a few steps back in order to evade his touch and create distance between the two of you. Suddenly you felt bricks behind your back.

Michael came closer and closer, ignoring your personal space which would have been more than appropriate and embraced you, tightly. You just stood there, unable to move, unable to think but still able to feel - and it scared you. It felt so right standing there, in his arms.

Mixed feelings overwhelmed you and you suddenly pushed him away.

‘Don’t you dare touch me!’ You screamed in a hoarse voice. You wept bitterly and his eyes softened. You wondered if he honestly cared?

‘Just leave me alone!’ You whispered scarcely audible, your head hung low.

He couldn’t endure to see you like this – looking like a picture of misery.

‘Come here.’ He said so self-evidently.

This time you couldn’t fight back and truth be told, you even welcomed his tight embracement. It made you feel surprisingly safe, as if he prevented you from falling apart entirely.

You smelled the rich smell of his musky cologne and inhaled it deeply. One of his hands holding your back, the other one resting at the back of your head, in the utmost gentle way.

You didn’t know how long he held you in his strong arms but he made sure to hold you as long as you needed it.

‘Thank you.’ You breathed, so very sore from crying.

You ended the embrace and reached for your handkerchief, wiping away your fluid sadness.

‘I don’t know if you should keep it or if I want it back?’ He said with a cheeky smile, never leaving your eyes.

‘Pardon me?’ Your eyes widened in bewilderment.

‘Your handkerchief. I mean...actually mine.’ He said showing you his perfect teeth now.

‘Oh.’ Your glazed eyes looked down at the tear-flooded fabric in your hand.

‘I will clean it and give it back to you…this time.’ You replied shyly, your voice sounding innocent.

‘No! Keep it…though I hope you won’t ever need it again.’ He replied compassionately.

Your eyes locked with his blue ones and you gave him a sad smile in return before you absentmindedly let your head fall again.

He put his leather gloves on, drew closer to you and his now gloved finger tenderly raised your chin, his action demanding you to look at him.

‘Want to drown your sorrow, Miss?’ He raised his signature brow and awaited your answer.

‘I bet you won’t want to waste your whole life listening to my melancholy woe, Mr. Gray?’ You couldn’t hold back a small smile.

‘I think I could spare a lifetime.’ He jokingly remarked and his facial expression reassured you.

He led you through a few of Birmingham’s streets, his hand never leaving the small of your back.

‘Thank you, Mr. Gray…’ You struggled for words, not looking at him, yet you continued. ‘…and also for letting me vent, again.’

‘That goes without saying, Miss.’ The corner of his mouth forming an honest smile.

‘If you please…’ He opened the door of a pub called The Garrison.

You walked in first and he helped you out of your black fur coat.

‘Thank you. I’m about to powder my nose.’ You spoke out and disappeared in the pub’s lavatory.

You refreshed your maquillage and wanted to rebuild the perfect mask – powder, lipstick and some blush would definitely help to recreate your formerly neat appearance. You put some perfume on both sides of your neck, gently applying it by using the back of your wrist.

You observed your reflection and were surprised that once again the old saying is indeed true – Appearances are deceiving.

There was no evidence left of your emotional outburst, except for the mournfulness in your eyes but no make up in the world could possibly hide it.

You headed back to Michael, past dozens of men who eyeballed you, yet you didn’t pay attention to their staring nor comments, also a few whistles now and then – both of your eyes fixed only on one another.

Michael’s hand casually rested in his pinstriped suit pants pocket, the other one holding a glass of whiskey. He looked so very attractive and his intense stare made you wonder what he thought about…

Michael lifted his head and he let his captivating blue eyes wander from your eyes down your body and up again, taking his time observing you – like a hunter and his prey.

You didn’t mind his attention, in fact you liked the idea of making him aroused, swinging your hips a little bit more than usually, while approaching him.

You saw an unfamiliar man standing next to Michael. He was tall, dressed just as dapper as the other Shelbys and his skin was tanned, shimmering amber-brown.

‘Well, look who it isn’t!’ The stranger addressed me, visibly delighted.

‘Princess Harlow, right?’ He smirked smugly.

‘I am not a princess. I’m Harlow.’ You calmly mentioned.

‘Isaiah.’ He introduced himself and placed a kiss on top of your delicate hand, never leaving your eyes.

‘Well...you can be my princess any time.’ He said and he was so charming, you couldn’t be mad at him. His golden brown eyes winked at you in a flirtatious way.

You smiled but didn’t replied anything.

Michael stood there watching you and his friend Isaiah silently while sipping his whiskey.

‘Your eyes are mesmerizing.’ Isaiah asseverated truthfully.

‘I just wanted to say the same! I have never seen eyes that golden…like the sun is shining through them.’ You said sounding innocently.

‘Not as hypnotizing and beautiful as yours, Miss Harlow.’ He refuted.

‘Beautiful eyes?…I bet she never heard that before.’ Michael snorted and shook his head in annoyance.

You shot a glance at Michael and didn’t understand his constant moodiness.

You decided to focus on Isaiah and also Finn, who just came back from the bar; a beer mug in one hand, a champagne flute in the other.

‘Thank you Finn.’ You said with kind eyes.

‘I didn’t know what you wanted and I guessed you would like some champagne?’ He said a bit nervous, his ears reddened.

‘Yes, that‘s so kind of you!’ You gratefully replied.

‘She prefers Scotch!’ Michael said even more displeased than before.

You bit your lip, trying to contain the aggravation inside of you. You couldn’t believe what he just said – your blood began to boil in your veins.

‘I also like the taste of champagne, Mr. Gray…and you aren’t my spokesman, are you?’ You stated levelly but your eyes certainly showed the ire you were trying to hide.

Both of you started a staring contest.

Isaiah spoke again and you faced him instead.

‘Your eyes, Harlow, are they grey or green?’ Isaiah asked but it sounded more like a statement.

‘Blue!’ Finn interposed.

Isaiah came closer and closer until you felt his breath on your skin. You knew he would jump at the chance to be this close to you.

‘Her left one is silvery blue, her right one icy green.’ Michael interrupted him and shot his friend Isaiah a warning glance, while his jaw tensed.

You furrowed your brows and pierced Michael, not understanding why he suddenly acted like this.

‘I would say…’ Isaiah came even closer now and you guessed he did on purpose, also enjoying to provoke Michael even more.

‘He’s right.’ You declared, addressing Michael.

Michael raised his brow, smugness written all over his face.

‘I know.’ He added shortly, his voice so very self-pleased.

The mood was so tense, thanks to his arrogance.

You drowned your champagne with one gulp, the little bubbles tickling your throat in a refreshing way.

‘Two things are missing in here, gentlemen...’ You started to say and looked around the pub, all 3 men listened to you.

‘…some music as well as a goddam Scotch. Therefore I am about to go to the bar and get myself one, now!’ You facetiously exclaimed.

‘…unless someone…’ Your eyes locked with Michaels again and you continued. ‘…disagrees with my reckless and bloody deed?’ You smiled so very alluringly in order to mock Michael knowingly and also willingly.

His tongue slid over his lip and he gave you a daring glimpse. You knew that he didn’t want you to carry this joke too far.

You went to the counter of the bar and your pent-up tension might added to the swing of your hips - and it seemed to work. Several men whistled at you and tried to gain your attention but you focused on the pecan brown liquid. Still you felt flattered, mainly because it drove him mad.

His jaw clenched constantly on your way back to the them.

‘As far as I can gather you already turned every poor blokes head in here.’ Isaiah commented buoyantly.

‘Guess we’re not the only ones fancying you?’ He joked and smiled coquettishly.

You laughed out loud and and shook your head.

‘No!’ You stated and narrowed your eyes to underline your honest negation.

‘Or she simply enjoys to tempt all men?’ Michael retaliated, his dark blue eyes sharp as a blade.

‘All men?’ You repeated slowly, your voice broke slightly. His rude comment hit so very deep and he knew it.

‘I need some fresh air.’ You blurted and avoided everyone’s gaze, while you put on you leather gloves and raven-black fur coat.

Finn wanted to accompany you, same as Isaiah but you denied.

You pushed the door of the pub open and closed your eyes, inhaling the cold air of the night. How much you hated him!

‘Bastard!’ You spoke out to yourself.

You felt ashamed for trusting him, again – crying in his arms not even one hour ago. Why did he do this to you? It seemed like he wanted to tease you in such a callous way. He enjoyed this game, his game. But why? You asked yourself.

Buried in thought two men approached you. One of them made you move back, till you felt the hard bricks of the house wall behind you.

‘Today’s your lucky day, kitten.’ He reached for your hair and closed his eyes smelling the light scent of peonies and roses.

You smelled the alcohol in his boozy breath, then you heard the clang of church bells in the distance.

‘Seems like my fortunate day just ended, gentlemen.’ You stated and walked past him.

His other friend came closer and blocked your way.

‘Where are you going, kitty?’ He firmly grabbed you by your hair and pulled you back. He opened your coat and it made you shiver. One of his hands grabbed your rip cage now, the other one squeezing your bum.

‘Let me go!’ You pushed him away but he stood his ground and both men laughed menacingly, as his grip tightened even more.

‘Don’t fucking touch her.’ Michael came into view, his hands rested in his coat pockets.

It worked! Due to the distraction the man loosened his solid grip and you freed yourself from his touch.

‘Well, look for another slag, mate!’ He spat out.

‘I won’t say it again.’ Michael threatened him overly composed.

Isaiah and Finn joined the situation and their footsteps became harsher.

‘What's going on here?’ Isaiah’s voice blazed.

‘I think we need to teach those fucking bastards a lesson.’ Michael addressed both of his friends.

The other drunkard saw Finn and his mimic changed instantly.

‘Fuck Pete! These kiddos are Peaky Blinders!’ Fear was visibly inked on his whole face.

Michael exchanged a few words with Isaiah and turned to you again, his hand on the small of your back guiding you out of the street – his pace way faster than before. You turned around and wanted to see what would happen to the two drunk men.

‘Come along! Let’s go to the car.’ He uttered resolutely.

‘What are you about to do to the…’ You questioned him uncertainly but he interrupted you right away.

‘We take care of them.’ He answered vaguely and you turned into the left alley, where his car parked, not very far from you.

‘You don’t kill them...do you?’ You asked obviously alarmed and searched for an answer, scanning his profile.

Michael stopped dead in his tracks.

‘Are you serious?’ His tone full of disgust and he drew nearer to you until you felt his heavy breath on you face.

‘You tell me!’ You countered and mirrored his rage.

Your eyes stayed locked for moments – then he regained his composure, lit a cigarette and his jaw tensed, yet another time.

‘What difference will it make, if those bastards live to see the next dawn?’ He distanced and turned his back on you.

‘They don’t deserve to die!’ You protested and ran after him.

His right forefingers pointed at you and his eyes narrowed.

‘Such unworthy rabble…’ He pointed in the direction of the men now but kept his eyes fixated on you.

‘…they won’t deserve the air in their lungs!’ He yelled out every single word.

‘…but death? I know they were dishonourable but…’ You began to speak.

‘Dishonourable?’ He spat out in disbelief and threw away his burning cigarette.

‘…but they only did what they did due to the alcohol!’ You responded in defence.

He came closer again, eying you with squinted orbs.

‘It’s true.’ He testified.

‘What?’ You asked annoyed and frustrated.

‘You really want to tempt every men.’ He smiled but his eyes told a different story.

‘How dare you speak to me like that?’ You shouted equally hurt and outraged.

Your gloved hand found its way on the left side of his chiseled face. Surely, you were mad at those men but you hated Michael even more – nonetheless you whispered an apology straightway.

His head turned to the side, once you hit him and Michael laughed cockily.

‘Son of a gun!’ You thought – he liked it!

‘A little fire in you? I like that!’ He scoffed haughty.

‘Really?’ Your brow raised but you remained serene.

'In that case I will never hit you again.’ You promised, your eyes showed your incomprehension.

He reached for your gloved hand but you pulled away.

It physically hurt to fight back the tears, swelling in your eyes.

‘Fuck!’ He cursed and took a few steps back, both palms of his hands resting on either side of his temples.

‘Miss Coldwell. I am sorry.’ His expression changed.

‘I can’t stand to…’ He started to say but inhaled and it seemed like the oxygen tamed his grudge.

‘The way those bastards…’ He pointed in their direction again. ‘… as well as all the other guys in the pub undressed you with their filthy eyes.’ His jaw didn’t stop clenching and he looked away and stared into the distance.

‘Even the way Isaiah looked at you!’ His tone became sharper.

Your eyes met and his mimic was imbued with revulsion, disapproval and even...jealousy?

‘You looked at me even more blatantly, Mr. Gray.’ You laughed out of frustration – he nodded.

‘That’s true.’ He agreed and his proud overconfidence bothered you even more.

‘You should not provoke their reaction like this!’ He exhorted you as if he had the right to do so.

‘...and now you will kill them?’ You asked him again, this time even more irritated.

He turned his back on you and his exhaled breath overclouded the weak streetlamp light.

‘Are you serious? You better shoot me right away too! Problems solved once and for all.’ You shouted, your body shuddered and it felt like you were on the verge of collapse.

‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ He disgorged, visibly scandalized.

‘I would never want to hurt you!’ If looks could kill, his eyes would have.

‘You are doing quite a fantastic job doing the opposite, Mr. Gray!’ You smiled at Michael in a taunting way and even clapped your hands.

‘If you were mine I would…’ He retorted but you stopped him.

‘…lock me in a cage? Too bad! Your family already did that!’ You eyed him up and down and mirrored his angered mimic.

‘I trusted you! Unfortunately again!’ The annoyance in your shouting voice filled the whole alley.

‘Funny how I lost your trust, even though I never betrayed you. How tragic!’ He mocked you and showed his perfect teeth in an evil half grin.

‘You are also a liar!’ You counterattacked while your hands profusely gesticulated.

‘A liar?’ He furiously asked the truth behind your accusation, almost sounding hurt. ‘You can't be serious!’

‘Yes! A fucking liar!’ You repeated stoically. ‘You lied and told me that you would take the next train to Southampton and still you came from London!’

He guffawed but not in a heartfelt kind of way. He turned around and came back to you, even closer than before. His lips were so close to your ear that the heat of his breath ran shivers down your spine.

‘…it never crossed your mind that I had business in Southampton first and London afterwards?’ He raised his brow and his smile became cocky but also unusually charming.

‘Oh.’ You closed your eyes for a few seconds, shame written all over your body.

His blue eyes searched for yours and when you opened them again he looked all the way down to your soul.

‘I’m not a fucking liar, Miss.’ His voice was soothingly even again as he repeated excessively smug.

You looked to the floor, then up through your long lashes again. You gazed at each other – lost in this tense, almost intimate moment. He looked away, wetting his bottom lip and clenched his jaw thereafter.

Out of nowhere he forced you to walk a few steps back until you hit the wall behind you. He supported his weight with both of his arms, fists resting on the bricks – his body encircled you.

The intensity of his steady gaze was inexpressible. You instinctively moistened your plump lips, while his eyes followed your unconscious gesture. Michael bit his own in return and his eyes shot back to look at yours. He drew even closer, your foreheads nearly touching.

Lips only a knife blade apart – you could almost taste the whiskey in his breath. Your heart was beating so fast and erratic, he must have heard it. All at once he let his right hand fall, shortly after the left one too – yet he didn’t walk away, didn’t take a step back nor loosed the closeness between you, coat hems already touching.

Both of you leered at each other. You were furious with him as he drove you mad – but still you wanted to carry on this heated dispute, more like battle. It would have been so easy to grab him by the collar of his coat, pull him even closer to you and kiss him. Let your tongues continue this war.

A few heartbeats past by and he abruptly slammed his right fist against the wall, right next to your head. He inhaled deeply, not even blinking once and sternly kept a straight face – all while the blood ran down and covered his fingers crimson red.

You reached for your, well, his handkerchief and observed the fresh cuts on his knuckles. You wanted to stop the bleeding and gently pressed the fabric against his wounds.

Your eyes met and shared meaningful glances...

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The ride back crowned it all.

Not a single word came out of your mouth, Michael emulated your deeds.

‘Thank God!’ You finally arrived at Arrow House and you would have never believed that you would actually be happy to be back at the Shelby mansion – just the absurd thought was ridiculous and beyond your wildest dreams.

He parked next to the waterspout fountain, in front of the entrance. You reached for your handbag that you placed on the rear bench seat. The car door opened – of course he had to open it and you tried your best not to roll your eyes.

You walked the few steps to the front door and before you could even think through your next action, your head turned. Your gaze met his and you stared at each other – a mixture of regret, sadness, so much temper and also longing in each of your eyes.

You couldn’t stand his glare anymore and opened the door and shut it close behind you, the sound of tires rolling over the pebbles caught your ears.

You hated him with every single fibre of your whole being – if only it wasn't for that damn unnecessary little thing called heart...

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To be continued...

Thank you so much for reading my third chapter – sending you all much love & positivity! ✨💕💫

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When you fall asleep on their shoulder

Thomas:

Finds it ridiculous that you even fell asleep on him but doesn't move while you continue to rest against him and if asked he'll simply say he was already busy and that it wasn't for you.

He's noticed that you start out with a little lean, your head resting on his shoulder. Soon that turns into a full-on nap. He finds it endearing and makes him feel like an old softy. He'll give you a little kiss on the forehead. He'll sit around thinking to himself, "Maybe there's more to life than violence" and that he could get used to this.

Doesn't let anyone wake you up and quietly threatens anyone who dares to make too much noise when your resting on him, will act like nothing happened when you wake up nor does he say anything as he sits down next to you the next time he sees how tired you are.

Arthur:

If you fell asleep on his shoulder, he would feel touched and humbled. It would remind him of the great trust you have in him, and he would be incredibly moved by the vulnerability and intimacy of the moment and would be careful not to disturb your sleep.

He feels like he can't describe it in detail because it's such an amazing feeling. If you're relaxed enough to fall asleep on his shoulder, that says that you feel safe with him and that's the best feeling in the world.

Will try to keep noises to a low volume but simply can't help it especially when someone starts messing with him which will cause him to get loud but will try to help you fall back to sleep if your still tired.

John:

He thinks you are nothing short of adorable but that does not save you from him messing with you as you fall asleep on his shoulder.

He'll poke at you, try to move you, make jokes to you even as you sleep, and makes fun of it when you are awake.

It is a moment of intense intimacy, a moment of deep connection which he values. It’s like you're showing him this softer side of yourself which he's only been honored to see a handful of times.

Ada:

She'll smile to herself once she realizes this and gives you a kiss on your head as she sits still so you stay comfortable.

Loves that you found comfort in her to do this and feels a protective need come over her.

Checks up on you afterward to make sure your doing okay and getting enough rest while making sure you don't feel too embarrassed.

Finn:

He would be smiling to himself, leaning his head closer to yours. And then try to sleep with you, but he would be in his head not able to fall asleep. He would kiss your forehead and pull you closer.

He loves it. There’s no better feeling in his world. He hopes you are comfortable and will lay his jacket over you. Thinking about how peaceful you look. So content. In love. All around him.

This has never happened before and he can't help but find it very cute and endearing, and he would be very comforted. He would feel so grateful for the trust that such an act would demonstrate, and he would be very inclined to protect and support his partner’s well-being.

Polly:

She would let you sleep. She would try to keep everything quiet so that you wouldn't wake up from those noises. This love would mean the world to her, and she wants to make sure you have the best sleep possible even if she does tease you a little after you wake up.

It's very sweet. It's like a sign of trust. It doesn't happen a lot, so, when it does she knows that you really trust her. She feels like she needs to protect you, and will force everyone to quiet down especially if they want her attention.

She will let you sleep as long as you need. She will make sure no one wakes you up, she will stay by your side and hold you closely. She will protect you from anything or anyone that tries to do you any harm. You are her world.

Micheal:

He would be thrilled. This would be a sign of great trust, and, as someone who craves intimacy with the people he loves, this would give him a great sense of contentment and safety.

He can get annoyed because it’s an inconvenience if he's busy or meant to go do something. First of all, this shouldn’t be happening because if you were tired you could've gone home. Secondly, now he has a dead weight on his shoulder and he can’t move but will try to gently move you so you can keep resting but would make anyone regret waking you up.

He would let you sleep peacefully. You both would have plenty of time to speak once you wake up. He would try to keep others quiet, but he would not be upset if they were not perfectly silent. His partner is sleeping and deserves to rest without being disturbed.

Isiah:

You’ll never believe this but it makes him happy. That you feel safe with him and comfortable enough to just drift off. It’s nice, and it means you need him in your life. He's never felt anything like it before in his life. It feels right to him.

He's feeling pretty lucky to have you and he thinks you're an absolute sweetheart. He knows that sounds cliche, but it's true. He does love it when you fall asleep on his shoulder because it's a sign that you feel safe and content with him. It's something he cherishes and values. And he also just finds it really, really cute.

He'll give you a hard time and tease you but does also flirts with you to show he enjoyed having you close for however long you slept for.

Bonnie:

Can't help but enjoy this tender moment with you and how innocent it all is or how warm he gets from getting to hold you while you rest, can't help it as his thoughts start to wander about what life with be like with you and does bring it up to you once you wake.

It’s like a little victory for him when you fall asleep on his shoulder. It’s the biggest compliment for him because then he knows he's been doing something right. He loves you so much and it always brings a big stupid smile to his face when you do this.

Adores this with you and thinks you are so cute when you do that. He loves the feeling and tries his best not to move so you won't wake up. He can stay in that position for hours, just looking at your beauty while you are sleeping and knowing that you feel safe with him. This might be his favorite moment in life.

Alfie:

Thought it was adorable. You were tucked into his shoulder all snug and he knew at that moment that you and him were gonna be all right.

He's an absolute sucker for the quiet, close intimacy - when you're sleeping on his shoulder he feels like he could be in this moment for an eternity.

Another absolute menace on the list, he'll be teasing and messing with you by blowing in your ear, tickling you, poking at you, giving you kisses. You're vulnerable and he's in control, the possibilities are endless.

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Peaky Blinders- During Pregnancy

Arthur

For the first couple of months of your pregnancy you had terrible morning sickness, lasting from the moment you opened your eyes until you fell asleep at night. Thankfully it didn't last longer than most peoples morning sickness and once you hit 16 weeks you stopped feeling so ill. You didn't really have any cravings until the very end of your pregnancy when all you wanted to eat was chocolate cake. Polly would bake you one a week

"Bloody hell woman have you eaten that whole thing yourself?" Arthur asks walking into the kitchen to see his wife taking the last bite of cake "didn't save me any" Arthur chuckles

"I haven't eaten it all today. I ate half yesterday and half today"

"Polly isn't baking you another until the end of the week"

"I'll just go into town tomorrow"

"Don't go on your own. Take a blinder with you"

"Of course Arthur"

Tommy

Morning sickness was a bitch, but not only that everything ached especially your breasts. Anytime Tommy came home smelling of whiskey you felt like you could throw up, or you did. You were also tired all day for the first couple of months. So tired that you stayed in bed most days

"Hi love. How are you feeling today?" Tommy says bringing you a cup of tea in bed

"Like shit" you groan taking the hot drink from Tommy

"I'm going to take Charlie out to see the horses. If you need anything shout Mary or Francis. One of them will come and get me" Tommy places a kiss on your forehead making you smile

"I'll be alright. Been through this once before. I know the drill by now. Stay in bed drink tea and eat ginger biscuits" you chuckle making Tommy smile

"We won't be to long"

Morning sickeness lasted the first couple of months of the pregnancy, but once you started to feel better your energy came back. During your pregnancy you craved fruit. Any fruit. Be it watermelon, strawberries, bananas, pineapples, anything Tommy could get his hands on you would eat.

John

Morning sickness only lasted for the first month after finding out you were pregnant. You still had quite a bit of energy and John would often have to tell you to slow down

"What on earth are you doing?" John shouts running over to you and taking the mop out of your hands

"John calm down I was just mopping the floor"

"You should be resting”

"I'm only pregnant. I can mop the floor and anyway if I don't do it who will?"

"Me. I will" this cause you to laugh

"You? your going to mop the floor?"

"If it gets you to rest, yes" John gets you to sit down on a chair at the table

"Won't your brothers make fun of you?"

"You won't tell them and I sure as hell won't be telling them"

"Fine" you cross your arms and watch as John starts mopping.

You didn't have cravings at all during your pregnancy and by the end your ankles had swollen and your back hurt so much the John had to take over most of the house work.

Finn

Your pregnancy was pretty easy. You were one of the lucky ones. You had no morning sickness, you weren't tired, no aches and pains. Everything was easy. Mood wise you were mostly happy and so when you cried it was usually because you we so happy

"I hate you" Ada says looking at you

"Why?" You chuckle

"Because your pregnancy has been so easy. Your not grumpy, tired or any sickness" Ada huffs making you laugh

"It's ok Ada. Easy pregnancy means painful birth"

"Isn't giving birth painful anyway?" you frown at Lizzie

"Yes but yours will be 10x more painful" your eyes widen then hear chuckling behind you

"Don't listen to her YN. Everything will be ok" Polly soothes your worries

"You'll be there though won't you Pol?"

"Of course love"

Your cravings were anything salty. You'd put salt on everything, even if it tasted shit.

Michael

Morning sickness was pretty normal. You suffered at certain points in the day, but once you ate you felt so much better. You tried to make sure you ate as healthy as you could... or well Polly would make sure you ate well because she wanted the best for her grandchild

"YN eat up" Polly places a plate down on the table

"Polly you know I hate parsnips and broccoli" you groan

"I know but you need to eat healthier now your carrying my grandchild. You look at Micheal

"I told you we shouldn't have told her"

"She would have found out on her own. Just hold your nose when you eat"

"If I throw up I'm blaming the two of you"

As your pregnancy went on and going to doctors appointments, you were told told you were expecting twins. This scared you knowing your birth would be more difficult and many other woman have in the past, passed away due to twins. This is why during the later months of your pregnancy you had to stay in hospital so that you could be kept a close eye on.

Your cravings were for anything sweet. Fruit, chocolate, fudge, anything sweet.

Isaiah

Bed rest was horrendous, but the fear of loosing the baby was much larger. You were scared to even go to the bathroom, worried that you would see blood. You barley slept during the first few months out of fear, but the fear continued until the baby was born.

"And how are you feeling Mrs Jesus?" the doctor asks. Tommy made sure you were seeing the best doctor in the area

"Scared all of the time"

"Well I can say your babies heartbeat is very strong. Have you felt the baby move yet?"

"Errm I don't know"

"For this stage of pregnancy it will feel like bubbles in your stomach or wind"

"Oh then yeah"

"Ok and sickness?"

"Gone now"

"Ok every thing sounds good so far. I'll see you again in a couple of weeks"

You only had morning sickness for the first 3 months. You didn't crave a thing but you were always hungry so Isaiah always made sure that you had food.

Alfie

Morning sickness only came around when you got tired. Your breasts ached and grew which Alfie loved!

Your brothers were constantly checking in on you and Polly said she would be staying with you and Alfie for the last month of your pregnancy so she could be there when you went into labour

"Shes going to kill me"

"No she won't"

"A month YN!"

"I already said yes to her"

"Because your afraid of her, right" he point accusingly at you

"No" you cross your arms over your chest "ok maybe a little, but I really do need a woman here for when I go into labour"

"But her?"

"Who else would you have aye?"

"I could..."

"I'll stop you right there because you will not be in the room with me"

"Why?" he crossed his arms

"Because my love I can hear you now. Eww that's what happens. Fucking hell love. I feel sick" you do your best Alfie impression

"Fine but once the baby is here she goes"

You craved cheese and Alfie always bought home some after work. Sometimes he even bought home crackers to put the cheese on.

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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Reblog if you write reader inserts for peaky blinders and have been shadowbanned this year for no apparent reason

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murswrites · 2 years

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Crushed ⎯ Bonnie Gold One-Shot

Pairings: Bonnie Gold x AFAB!Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders MASTERLIST Word Count: ~ 1,500 Warnings: Cursing, blood, drinking/smoking, violence, (kind of) misgendering. SUMMARY: You enact revenge on a fellow Blinder after he disrespects you.

A/N This was written before I used to do GN readers so I had to work around the changes. If it makes you uncomfortable to be referred to as a girl then correcting it, please don’t read this, it’s right at the beginning. Thank you for reading, I know this isn’t really a Bonnie fic but I haven’t the energy to finish it.

You met Bonnie Gold under bad circumstances, in the middle of a war and a vendetta. Well, you didn’t meet him, you merely observed from a distance how he too became a Peaky Blinder. And you couldn’t help the crush that grew with the passing time. Maybe it was not knowing who he was that made Bonnie so appealing… or maybe it was Tommy’s rule… the stupid bloody rule that made you angry to no end.

“The Peaky Boys and you aren’t to ever date, that’s my one rule.”

At the time, you agreed with a smile, not interested in any of the Blinders because you knew all of them and they weren’t your type at all. But Bonnie? He was that perfect mix of shy and cocky with a dash of pretty… and how he truly deserved the name Gold because that boy appeared to have a heart made of the very metal.

But you couldn’t have him… so you worked around it, finding every excuse you could to be around the boxer. May it be while impersonating a male Blinder by covering your face with your cap that’s far too big for you or just observing him while in the Garrison.

Finn Shelby and Isiah Jesus found your crush on Bonnie amusing, so amusing that they wouldn’t shut up about it…

“I can’t believe that Y/N’s got a crush…” Isiah mumbled under his breath and Finn nodded in agreement.

“Took them bloody long enough!”

You smacked Finn up against the head and glared at them, “Oi! Shut the fuck up, just because I don’t get a hard-on for every person I see doesn’t mean anything,” Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Bonnie enter the Garrison. “Do not say a fuckin’ word, you hear?” You threatened.

They nodded and Isiah saluted you dramatically before standing up, “Bonnie! Come over ‘ere, join us eh?!” He shouted across the crowded pub and you sighed into your hands, boys and their stupid need to ignore everything you said…

“Hey, ‘Siah, Finn, Miss.”

You cringed and scooted over in the booth, “Don’t call them miss, makes them feel old,” Finn knew you hated it when people referred to you as such a thing. You weren’t a lady, you were a Peaky fuckin’ Blinder and nearly everyone knew that. The Shelby family was practically your only family despite there being no blood connection.

“And I’m no girl.” You grumbled

With a late mother and father who left before you can remember, there isn’t a place for you except with the blinders. Your adopted family and allies. “Oh, ‘m sorry,”

“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.” Bonnie nodded with a shy smile as you struggled to meet his eyes, when you looked up at Isiah, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively so you kicked him under the table. “I’m gonna get us some drinks, what do you take?” You knew what the idiots across from you liked, but Bonnie? You only knew his name.

“Uh, a pint is fine.” Bonnie hurried out of the booth to let you out and you were on your way to the bar.

“Harry,” You said with a smile, “Can I get the usual with a pint?” He asked if you wanted ice and you nodded, leaning against the bar with your back pressed to it. The men avoided you, but a stray young man who clearly didn’t know you were a blinder smirked at you.

“What’s a pretty one like you doin’ at the pub alone?”

Your smirk wasn’t flirtatious, it was a warning as your nostrils flared at his audacity to try and flirt with you. “Mindin’ my own fuckin’ business. Get away from me before I cut ya.” His face blanched when he saw you reaching for the clip in your hair, it was shaped like a clamshell but the edge was as sharp as a razor.

The perfect weapon. You thanked Harry for the drinks and enjoyed how–even though drunk–the men parted for you as the red sea did for Moses. “Two specialties and one pint for the Peaky Boys.” You didn't expect much to come of that night, but it seemed you and Bonnie finally became friends through the alcohol and smoke, getting closer than any friends should through the haze.

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The rule that Tommy made sure to reiterate still rang clear in your head as you stood among the other Peaky Blinders. Sure, you were the only female but they treated you with respect… and if they didn’t… well, nobody knows what happens to the odd blinder who looks at you wrong.

Some say they stumble home with cuts on their faces… others say they float ashore in the cut. Nobody knows the true fate of those who dare to cross Y/N L/N… but it seemed to steer trouble away from them, most of the time.

But of course, someone had to go and fuck up. You told John nearly a week after the fact, after one of the newer blinders grabbed your bum and called you a Peaky whore… he was rightfully livid, “Who the fuck did it, eh? Who’s going to get cut?”

At the time, you didn’t know what to do, you knew not to harm your fellow Peaky Blinders… but the arsehole groped you, but you were too stunned to do anything. The eldest Shelby’s stood at the front of the group, their menacing faces on. John and Arthur walked back and forth in front of the group while Tommy stood in front with his hands in front of himself.

“Now none of you know why we’re here!” Tommy paused, “Except for our honorary Peaky Blinder, Y/N. And you’re probably wondering why, eh?” A few boys nodded and you spotted Finn toward the front, his head sticking out above nearly everyone else’s.

“That’s because, some fuckin’ prick decided to disrespect our best blinder!” John shouted loudly.

Arthur practically snarled, “Y/N, get up here and identify the fool who did it!” You knew there should have been a sense of guilt washing over you as you made your way toward the Shelby men, but alas, you felt nothing.

You glanced across the many faces that stared straight ahead, but one head was facing the ground and you knew. “Him,” Everyone followed your pointed finger and stepped back to give you a better view. And like an exposed nerve, he looked up with fear in his eyes. “He did it,”

John nodded at you as Arthur began yelling, “Everyone else fuck off!”

“Y/N, you may go, we can take care of this.”

“No,” You said.

Tommy’s eyebrows shot upward as he gave you a look of surprise, “No?”

You fell silent for a moment, staring into the coldness of the eyes of the man who practically raised you, “I want to do it.” John and Arthur immediately protested, “I said I want to fucking do it! You lot have always taken care of my problems, it’s about time I do it meself, innit?”

“You sure you can handle it?”

“What the fuck Tom?! You’re not actually considering it, are you?”

“Of course, I am, John. They say they need to become independent, and their right. They’re nearly nineteen. We stopped helpin’ Ada far earlier.” Arthur grumbled about the war and Tom just shook his head, “Go on then, cut ‘im.”

The young man apologized to you repeatedly, “Men never mean what they say,” You grabbed his chin and forced him to meet your eyes, “I’m takin’ your eyes… so you can hear my footfalls on the cobble when I come for you. But the next time you disrespect someone, I won’t just blind you, I’ll kill you.” He struggled against you as you brought the hair clip down against his eyes.

When Arthur and John tried to help, you glared at them and ignored the feeling of blood splashing on your face and clothes. The young man’s cries for mercy and help fell upon deaf ears as you made him pay for his actions. When you were finished with him, you dropped your weapon and the boy on the ground before stepping away from him,

A strange numbness covered you completely, you didn’t understand why an overwhelming amount of guilt hadn’t yet creeped up on you… but you could care less. Tom’s eyes followed your bloody figure and he merely raised an eyebrow at your silent state.

“Take care of him, boys. Y/N here needs to wash up. Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

“I’m alright, I’m going for a drink,”

He sighed but agreed with a nod, “Don’t let anyone fuck with you,”

“Believe me, Tommy, I know the phrase better than anyone. Don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders.”

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