#john shelby headcanon

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requested by the lovely @zablife . thank you for being so patient i feel awful but i hope you enjoy

prompt this was always how it was going to end

‘What is wrong with you?’

‘What’s wrong with me? What the bloody hell is wrong with you?’

‘With me?’ You stopped strutting, stepping towards his face. ‘Me? Are you fucking insane?’

John reached out for your arm, his tight grip making it impossible to walk off, leaving you in his embrace that no longer gave you the same warmth it used to. It was cold and wet, cold and dark. All you wanted was to go home, eat the food your nan had made you and sip a cup of tea by the fireplace as she talked about her golden age. John had apprehended you as you sat inside of the Garrison, patiently waiting for Pete to show up but as the clicking of the clock continued to burn into your head, you had given up and pitifully ordered four shots, all burning the back of your throat and you wiped your lips with saddened eyes.

‘Don’t touch me,’ you tried to pull back, your heels almost making you trip every time you tried to get away from him but he was also the one that saved you from the dirty streets of Small Heath. John had loosened his grip, enough to get rid of the burning sensation on the skin of your arm. His eyes were dark, no joy, no tears, no pain; just soulless.

‘You are mine.’ He growled at you not caring for the people that eyes the scene in front of them.

‘You don’t own me!’

‘You’re mine. Stop going on these stupid dates. Do they know you’re married? That they’re committing adulterous acts against me?’

‘We divorced, John!’

‘There’s no such thing as a divorce, sweetheart,’ he inched his face closer to yours, his hot breath clashing against the cold air. ‘Til death do us part.’

Your eyebrows softened with the released tension of your forehead. Who was he? What happened to John?

‘Pete won’t come.’

‘Why?’ You asked. Each second letting his words settle, his grip on your arm slowly fading as you tilted your head to look at him. Legs barely supporting your weight. ‘What the fuck did you do John? What did you do? Where is he?’

‘Receiving the punishment any man should.’

‘What the fuck did you do?’

‘I shot him in the head and watched all of his blood spill next to him as I watched life leave his eyes, his breathing stop, as he looked at me and realised that the last thing he would see was me.’

You stared at John processing what he said. Going over every word he had just uttered, not realising that your shaking hand had made its way to your lips, anxiously pulling the skin. And then it dawned on you… ‘Freddie, Roy, Kennedy, Albert…they never showed up, they…never returned any of my calls…John, what did you do?…Oh no no no,’ your tears silently fell.

‘Do you think I share what is mine?’

Sobs

‘If you think it was ever going to end any other way you are a stupid girl. This is how it was always going to end. You can run as far away as you want. Date who you want. Kiss who you want. But I will always find you. And I will take back what is mine. Always’

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prompt 37 with john shelby, please? <3

37. “You have 5 seconds to get your hand off my ass.”

"What? I thought we were supposed to act like a couple."

Tommy had sent you along with Arthur and John to have a chat with the Italians in order to start the negociations while he could figure his shit out.

"I think it'd make it less tense if they thought y/n and I were dating," you looked at John confused, hoping that Tommy would find it as stupid as you did.

"Mh. Could be a good idea, yeah. I suppose that way they wouldn't see this dinner as serious as it really it," Tommy shrugged nonchalantly while a boyish smile appeared on John's face.

"Stop grinning like an idiot, that'll be your only opportunity to get a taste of what it's like to be with me," you scoffed, already annoyed. You quickly bumped into his shoulder on your way out, which led him to turn to Michael, who was leaning against the wall, very entertained. "Ooh, feisty is how I like her," John chuckled.

When the time came, the three of you arrived at the Garrison and were then led to the closed booth which was reserved to the Shelbys' affairs.

There, you were greeted by three Italian men, two of whose eyes widened when they landed on you. This didn't go unnoticed under John's attention, who quickly brought you closer to him with a firm grip on your hip.

"Well, finally we meet. Gentlemen, this is Arthur, my brother and y/n, his lovely woman," John couldn't help but grin proudly, even though he was aware that it was all fake.

He nodded, "Isn't she beautiful," he remarked as his eyes scanned you in one motion and that's when you felt his hand slide down your back only to land on your butt.

Aware of what was at stake at the end of this meeting, you did your best to contain yourself and not ruin it. So, you looked at John — whose cocky smile showed how much fun he was having —, smiled the men and placed your head on his shoulder and your arm went behind his back to circle it.

However, you just couldn't help but squeeze his side a bit too tight which made him jump ever so slightly.

While Arthur told them about Tommy's absence at this encounter, you jumped on the opportunity to turn your head so that only John would hear you and started whispering. "You have 5 seconds to get your hand off my ass," because of course, it was still there.

He looked down at you, "What? I thought we were supposed to act like a couple," joining your silent conversation which made him feel like a kid again.

"Well, that I know but that's not what I was thinking about when Tommy-"

"Well, shall we sit, lovebirds?" asked one of the three men who were already sitting on the booth along with Arthur, which cut off your frustration.

"Right," John sat first at the end so that he'd be in the corner, his favourite spot. He then lifted his arm in your direction and motioned you to join him and only smiled when you sat close enough so that your thigh was touching his.

Under the table, he placed his hand on your thigh but that oddly didn't feel like he was trying to annoy you.

That's when you looked at him, then who he was staring at that you understood. Indeed, the one guy that wasn't talking with Arthur or his own was trying to catch as much glimpses of you as he could which made John's blood boil.

He knew he couldn't shoot the guy — obviously — so the only thing he did to reassure himself was holding your thigh protectively.

Seeing him actually being protective made you realise that John might've actually been serious each time he was flirting with you.

You liked him too but never took him seriously because you knew how he was and how many girls he'd been seen with all across Birmingham.

Though, what you ignored but now suspected, was that they were excuses for him to stop thinking about you since you'd always denied his advances.

So, you decided to do something as to show him that he could, in fact, "have" you for real when the time will be right.

His body immediately relaxed when he felt your hand cover and slide in his before squeezing it reassuringly, making him smile softly and give you a quick wink before finally, talking with Arthur to lead the meeting.

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[notyour-valentine]

First Period ~ Shelby!Sister Headcanon

Summary: Of course their youngest sister would start getting her period with Ada in hiding and Polly out of the house

Note: Thank you for the request, anon! I've chosen to take the Sister!reader approach and instead of writing one for each of the brothers, I tried to combine them all. I hope you like it. Here is my [Masterlist].

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes

Warning: Blood? I don't know what you expect...it's kind of in the title. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. 

Request: yes, by anonymous

Wordcount: 1077

Finn

Finn was the first to notice something was wrong with his sister. She was just a few years older than him and his favourite playmate- his favourite person in the whole world. So when she started acting funny, no longer wanting to play chase or the like, got grumpy when he asked and slept far longer than she usually did, he got suspicious right away

Then she started getting these pains in her back and stomach, especially at night when he could see her tossing and turning, keeping them both up. 

The next morning she didn't get up with him but when she didn't join him after an hour or two he went up to check on her only to see her sitting on the edge of the bed with blood all over her hands and on her nightgown, looking at him with wide, panicked eyes

At once, Finn ran down the stairs, falling over in the process but not stopping on his way to the betting shop. 

He pushed the doors open with both his hands and screamed on the top of his lungs that his sister was dying! 

For a single second there was shocked silence, but the movement came to the other Shelbys. 

John dropped the books he had been working on, fearing they had been playing with his gun again. Arthur abandoned his cigarette, reaching for the gun in his desk drawer. Tommy knocked over his office chair in an effort to get up as quickly as possible as they followed Finn up the stairs. 

John

John reached the children's bedroom first, and stopped in his tracks once he grasped the situation, making both Arthur and Tommy bump into him, until they too saw the truth of this matter. 

Their relief was short-lived however, as this was a situation neither razor blade nor gun could solve. 

She was still so young, younger than Ada had been, but here they were- and of course his sister would start her monthlies with Ada in hiding and Polly out of the house. She really picked her times. 

But John had been married, and he knew what she would need and quickly excused himself with a muttered "I'll get the stuff."

There were probably some of Martha's things left and if not he knew where to get them from. Or he could ask Lizzie- she would have things at her place and would know what to say or do

It also gave him an excuse to go, leaving Arthur and Tommy to deal with it. 

Arthur

Arthur took a long while staring at the two panicked children, with their tear stained faces and, in his sister's case, blood stained hands. 

This was women's business alright, but with no women in the house, it fell to him. He was the eldest and the head of the family and someone had to do something to calm them down. 

So he told Finn to shut it before announcing almost ceremoniously that there was no cause for distress and that this was a normal thing to happen if someone became a grown woman and could have a baby. 

That only resulted in panicked "I'm having a baby?", screeches from his little sister and equally shocked responses from his youngest brother. His protests were drowned out by her pleas that she didn't want a baby, that please, please he could make the baby go away

Tommy

Tommy's "Enough!" cut through Finn's frantic questions, their sister's panicked sobs and Arthur's poorly worded explanation attempts. 

"No one's dying. No one's having a baby" (apart from Ada, but that was a whole other topic)

Crouching down in front of the bed, he gave his sister's knees a squeeze and told her that this happened to every woman and every girl, despite the work taking the time to answer her questions. “I don’t know why it’s blood.”, “Yes, that’s why your belly was hurting.”, “No it’s not just you.”, "Yes Ada too", "And Aunt Pol.", "Maybe not Mrs. Drew- she's sixty". 

He tried to explain to her in as simple terms as he could, without going into any more details than he had to, that it was her body's way of telling her that she wasn't going to have a baby, even if she could. 

That reduced her frantic sobs to understanding sniffles until she forced out a "Never ever?"

If it were up to him, he'd have confirmed that but instead he told her that it would be years and years and that one had to be married before having a baby (Ada should have remembered that!)

The rest of the fears were taken away by a long hug, before Tommy suggested she take a warm bath (he knew that helped with some of the pain) and drink some of that tea which he had seen Polly give Ada around that time of the month - that mix of camilla, yarrow, alchemilla and damiana 

She couldn't meet his eyes when she told him that during their hug she had stained the back of his shirt with the blood on her hands and whispered an apology, but Tommy only cupped her face and assured her that she shouldn’t worry. He had had suffered far worse bloodstains in his time. 

When Polly came home, she cried tears of laughter when a disgruntled Arthur told her what happened, and she made a note to talk to her youngest niece and tell her more than the boys could

Finn didn’t find it funny at all. He was glad of course, that his sister wasn’t dying, but something still kept him up at night

Finally gathering the courage, he slipped his blanket off and snuck over to her bed. It was boiling hot in comparison, as Polly had given her a pillow of cherry seeds she had warmed in a pan to put on her belly or on her back. 

“Are you still hurting?”, he wanted to know, a little relieved that she told him it was better than last night. Slipping in under her covers he whispered what had been burning in the back of his mind

“Arthur said you’re a woman now. Does that mean you won’t be playing with me any more? That you’ll be like Ada wearing dresses and skirts? That you’ll stop running and racing and riding with me?”

Only when she promised she wouldn’t, did he sleep easy, all the worries from the last few days vanishing into thin air as he drifted off to sleep next to his sister who was and would always be his favourite person in the whole wide world. 

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[amazingmaeve]

Headcannons/Preferences (all/most of them)(peaky blinders)!

so these are the headcannons/preferences that are for most/all of them so that’s why I decided to just put it in one area!

“so you stay” ➵ @retromafia

some peaky blinders dudes and their perfect date ➵ @og-danny-dorito

lazy afternoon naps/waking each other up ➵ @peakyxtommy

how they confess their love ➵ @imaginesbymk

“im gonna marry you one day”/“im gonna have kids with you one day” ➵ @peakyxtommy

how they react to your compassion ➵ @myriadimagines

finding out that you’re a painter ➵ @myriadimagines

how they look after you when it gets bad ➵ @byorder-fanfic

how they steal your first kiss ➵ @locke-writes

how they deal with jealousy ➵ @justafairytailofinnocence

preference masterlist ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

you receive sex before marriage ➵ @fanficwrit3r

pillowtalk with the Shelbys ➵ @rayodelastrorey

an arranged marriages with the Shelby men ➵ @rayodelastrorey

comfort ➵ @randomoutsiders

“no kids in the house” ➵ @retromafia

pda ➵ @fanficwrit3r

how the shelby's react to their sons's friends having a crush on you ➵ @rayodelastrorey

getting caught ➵ @mythos-writes

passing out ➵ @fanficwrit3r

first period ➵ @notyour-valentine

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[mythos-writes]

It's Twins! (A Preference)

Plot: The Shelby boys (+Alfie) find out (Y/N) gave birth to surprise twins [Went a little overboard on some but enjoy :)]

Warnings: Description of childbirth, swearing, smoking

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Tommy Shelby

When she told him that she was pregnant, he was excited, even if he was bad at showing it

He had always wanted kids with her, and now it is finally happening

Tommy was always protective over (Y/N), but as her pregnancy continued, the more his protectiveness grew, 

He never left her alone, if he couldn’t be there, one of his brothers (or Polly) was with her

As (Y/N) stomach grew, Tommy loved placing his hands on it, it turned into a guilty pleasure of his 

They both noticed that (Y/N) was a little bigger than what was ‘typical’ but they just chalked it up to a big baby

When it came time to give birth, it started out like what (Y/N) had been told

Tommy waited downstairs with his brothers, while Polly and Ada were helping (Y/N)

The labour was intense, her screams caused the men downstairs to worry a little

But once the cries of the little baby were heard, everyone relaxed a little

Ada went to get Tommy, while Polly helped clean up the baby

"It's a boy," Polly softly tells him as he enters the room, Tomy's heart almost stops at the news

As they admire their precious baby boy, she felt another wave of a contraction come over

“Polly!” she whimpers out, Polly checks on her and sees another head coming

“Oh my god, you are having another baby,” she quickly says 

“What!?” the couple yells out

“(Y/N) you need to push again,” Polly comments, she gestures to Thomas to place the baby in the basket

Tommy takes (Y/N) hand to use for comfort (might be the last time he does that) 

As quickly as the contractions started, another crying baby is brought into their lives

“A girl!” Polly proclaims

The couple sit in silence at the news that was dropped on them

Twins. (Y/N) just gave birth to twins. 

The two just look at each other, stunned but happy

“Fucking hell,” she says, holding her daughter against her chest. Tommy just laughs at her reaction

He goes and gets their son and places them beside each other

“They’re perfect” Tommy whispers, observing their sleeping forms. 

Arthur Shelby

Arthur almost passed out when he found out that (Y/N) was pregnant

Arthur never expected to be a father, nervous that he might be like his own, but, she was always reassuring him that he was already a better man than his father was

He cut back on his jobs with Tommy, spending more time at home (He still kept working at the Garrison) 

Arthur would clean up his act little by little, drinking less and stopping his cocaine use

Arthur would try to be by her side 24/7

When the morning sickness hit, he tried his best to help her feel better

If her back was sore, he would give a little massage

When they would sleep, sometimes (Y/N) would catch Arthur talking to the growing bump, which she always found sweet and adorable. 

When it came time to give birth, Arthur couldn’t sit still, he was in the kitchen with his brothers and they were trying to calm him down

When he heard her screams he wanted to run upstairs, but Tommy and John held him back

Arthur felt like he was going to throw up, his girl was in pain and he couldn’t do anything to help her, he hasn’t felt this useless in a long time

But when the sound of a baby's screams echoed through the house, Arthur just about fell into a seat

He was now officially a father, his brothers were hollering and patting Arthur’s shoulders 

Polly came down to get him, at (Y/N)’s request and did Arthur’s nerves kick into high gear

He nervously followed Polly up to the room, when he laid eyes on her, he was blown away. 

(Y/N) beckoned him over, wanting to show off their child

“It’s a little boy,” she whispers, softly showing the swaddled baby

With Polly trying to get the afterbirth out, she gasped “I don’t believe this,” 

“What is it?” Arthur asks nervously

“ADA! GET MORE TOWELS AND WATER, THERE IS ANOTHER BABY!” Polly yells down 

“WHAT?!” The couple gasps, then the contractions returned

Arthur almost passed out at the news, but quickly moved beside (Y/N) to help her

With a few more pushes, another set of cries fill the room

“Another boy,” Polly says

(Y/N) looks up to Arthur, and he all but crush her with kisses and hugs

Poly cleaned her and the babies up and handed them to the waiting parents

“They’re so precious,” he whispers, gently brushing his finger against his son’s small cheek

(Y/N) admires the gentleness he has with the little baby, she could see that he will be with both sons

John Shelby

With John already having four kids before he met (Y/N), it was just a matter of time before (Y/N) got pregnant

She told him as a picture was being taken of them, and let's say (Y/N) has it framed along with the rest of the portages of John and his kids

He was over the moon excited to have a kid with you

He loved the way that she treated his kids, so having a kid of their own together was exciting

When it came time to give birth, just like the man that knocked (Y/N) up, the day was full of trouble and chaos

From a storm magically showing up when Polly was trying to get to John’s house, to the levels of contractions she was feeling

John kept the kids occupied while Polly helped (Y/N)

When the kids started to hear the screams from upstairs they started to get concerned

“Is she going to be ok?” Katie, the oldest, asks

“She will be ok, and she will be bringing you a new sibling into the world,” he replies, trying to reassure them, but it didn’t really help the kids’ nerves

John walked into the room and saw his wife holding a little bundle

His joy filled the room quickly as he made his way over

He placed a kiss on her cheek before looking down at the sleeping baby

“It's so precious,” he whispers, not wanting to make any more noise

“We did this,” she whispers back and places a kiss on his cheek

John was going to make another comment but he noticed some movement in the bassinet, he looked down at (Y/N) and she was trying to hide a smile

When he looked into the bassinet, he saw another little bundle

He walked closer and saw another baby looking up at him

He quickly looked back at (Y/N) with a bigger smile

“Two?” he questions. 

“Twins,” she replies. “A little boy and a little girl” she informs him 

John almost passed out at the news, he stumbled a little before almost bouncing over to her

“Oh I love you,” he says moving over to her and giving her a big ol kiss

Alfie Solomons

Alfie was over the moon ecstatic when (Y/N) told him she was expecting his child

She almost didn’t get the words out before she was smothered in a hug

It also pushed him to leave Camden and may be out of London altogether

But for now, the happy couple were going to make their life in London for their starting family

Alfie would make sure (Y/N) wouldn’t lift a finger when it came to anything she needed

At first, it was sweet, and then it started to annoy her

But Alfie being Alfie, he would just keep doing it

Cyril would become overly protective too

Sometimes he wouldn’t even let Alfie touch her, it would cause (Y/N) to giggle and Alfie to curse the dog

“You daft dog, let me near my wife,” Alfie would argue, but the Bullmastiff would just growl and place his head on (Y/N) stomach 

When the nine months were up and the day that her labour started, Alfie was a nervous wreck

He got the best midwife he could find and tried to stay out of the way, he also tried to keep Cyril out of the way too

Any time he heard her screams of pain, he had to stop himself from running into the room

When the midwife came out, she told him that he could go in now, and if anything changed call her

He walked into the bedroom, to see (Y/N) sitting up, cleaned up and in a new nightgown

He smiled at her, and she returned it

When he saw the two little bundles in her arms and he almost fell to his knees

He sits beside her and looks at the two little sleeping angels 

“Our little girls,” she whispers, which caused Alfie’s heart to sore

“How could I have missed us having two, I just thought it was one big babe we made,” he comments, causing (Y/N) to glare at him, but it only caused him to giggle to himself

But the twinkle in his eyes when looking down at his little girls was something that she would never get tired of

These little girls would be the most protected in all of London, if not the England

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[mindful-of-ideas]

Headcanon: Peaky Blinders

-Being the second youngest Shelby and being really close to John and Esme (fem!reader)

A/N: requested by anon right here, thanks again! Sorry for being a little late, I hope you like it.

As a kid, John always tried to shelter you. All of your brothers did, maybe trying to protect your innocence for just a bit longer, but John was the one who was trying the hardest. Arthur just didn’t know how and Tommy, as much as he wanted to shelter you, needed to make sure the rest of the world wouldn’t eat you right up.

Not having a mother was really hard. Sure, you had Polly and Ada, but it never felt like having a real mom.

Still, your childhood was filled with beautiful memories. You remember the boys taking you and Finn out whenever they could. You would go to the beach or just run in a field of flowers. Every day out of Birmingham was like a blessing to you. You couldn’t stand its ashy damp streets and its misery that seemed to seep out of every crack in the walls. John was always there to make sure you wouldn’t forget those beaches and fields.

“Y/N!” John called out coming up to you and Finn sitting on the ledge of the bridge, throwing rocks in the water. “What?” you asked, trying to slick back your hair that was getting frizzy from the humidity. “Look what I got for you,” he said pulling out the prettiest seashell out of his pocket. “Wow! It’s for me?” “Of course!” he said stuffing it in your hands and ruffling your hair.

Seeing you happy was enough to make him smile.

Then John got married and had children, and already you could feel the two of you drifting apart. You hated that. You hated it because you were jealous of his kids. You, you were his kid for so long and now you could see how easily you could be replaced. You hated it because those kids had a mom, which you could never have. But mostly, you hated it because you felt so bad about being jealous that you were the one who decided to put some distance between you and John. But it didn’t last very long.

“Y/N? Come here!” John said, hearing you walk in the house, “Come here I said!” he said grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, “Come sit with me for a second, will you? We barely talk anymore, what’s going on?” He pulled you onto his lap “I don’t know…” you said, “Why would you even want to talk to me anymore…” you mumbled. “What was that?” “Nothing…” “Y/N?” he said putting his hand on your head and pulling you close to his chest. “You’ve got your own kids now, why would you spend your time caring for me?” “I will never stop caring about you, Y/N. You’re.. you’re like my own kid, okay? Don’t ever forget that.”

After that, you stop being afraid to hang out at John’s place and you grow quite close to Martha too.

But that all stopped when the war started.

You got really scared when John was sent away to fight. It felt like the world had decided to rip away the only beautiful thing in your life. You were scared that everything was going to go dark while he was away. And what if he never came back…

While John was away, you were always around to help Martha. You helped her with the groceries, watched over the kids or even cooked. She was really nice to you too. She would brush your hair, braid it, let you try on makeup, and dance with you in the kitchen.

But John came back and she was the one who ended up leaving you. It was really hard on you. You stayed locked in your room for days, barely coming out to eat. John would sit in front of your door trying to coax you out. You could hear him cry sometimes. And you cried too. Because you missed Martha. Because you wanted to be there for the kids. Because you were supposed to be the one making John smile.

You got out of your room, slowly sitting down on the floor by John’s side. You weren’t crying anymore, but couldn’t really bring yourself to smile. You rested your head on his shoulder. “Do you remember her favourite song?” you asked quietly. “Of course I do,” he said,” she will dance to it all the time. You did too.” “So did you,” you added. “Maybe we could put it on… and dance…” “I think I would like that…”

At first, you were completely against John marrying Esme. Why would he marry someone he doesn’t even know! And why replace Martha! You understand it, of course, from a business and strategic point of view, but that’s all.

It doesn’t take long for you to notice how happy John is with her. So as much as you want to hate her, you can’t bring yourself to do so. When John finally presents you to her, you can’t hide how happy you are.

“Y/N, this is Esme, my wife,” John said proudly. “Hi,” you said, waving your hand shyly. “So you’re the famous Y/N,” Esme said, crouching to be on your level. “Famous?” you asked curious. “Yeah, famous,” she said pushing back a strand of hair behind our ear, “John can’t shut up about you, acting like a proud dad and stuff.”

And that was enough to make you fall in love with her. After everything, the war, Martha’s death, you felt like you were going back to your old self. You were happier than ever, always smiling and ready to help out.

Esme was really grateful for you too. John’s kids were still young, and seeing you close to Esme, trusting her, made them feel more comfortable around her. Very much like Martha, she took care of you, but unlike her, she wasn’t trying to keep you in the house. She would push you to go out and explore the world on your own.

You could tell something was wrong when her cocaine addiction was getting out of hand. You tried your best to be kind to her but she always seemed down and moody.

“Esme,” you said unsure. “What is it, sweetie?” “You… you… you look like you’re not feeling well,” you finally said. “I’m okay,” she mumbled, “don’t worry about me.” “But I can’t help it!” “Come here,” she said, quickly wiping and tear from her face, “Come on, smile for me, you’re our ray of sunshine aren’t you?” “Yeah…” you said smiling weakly, “But Esme, I really am worried…” “Shhh, let me do your hair for you,” she said spinning you around, “That will put a smile on your face, right?

Moving to the countryside estate is probably the best thing to ever happen to you. Esme was the one to invite you, saying that this could be your first step to getting out of Birmingham. It feels like living in a childhood memory. You would enjoy long walks in the field with the dog, drinking tea on the terrasse and watching the sunset over the trees. You were older now, of course, but you would still fall asleep to John telling stories to his kids.

It all gets destroyed, torn apart, when John is killed. A big red stain is spreading across your perfect life. You can’t stay there anymore, it makes you feel sick. You try going back home, spending time with Finn, then going to Ada’s, but nothing seems to be working. You start to spiral down

If people doubted you were a Shelby, they believe it now. You’ve been up to all sorts of troubles, petty crime, drinking, and fights, but nothing could fill the hole in your chest. Ultimately, you wound up getting a bunch of guys really pissed off. Something about you being a prude or something. You were so drunk by then that you could barely remember what they said. You could however remember how scared you were when they cornered you in an alley near the Garisson. You could remember how badly you wanted John to just show up and get you out of there.

It was Esme you showed up. She had been looking for you ever since you left the countryside estate. She brings you back home and tends to your wounds, making you feel at home once again. 

“I didn’t mean to cause that much trouble,” you said. Esme was finishing up the bandage on your arm. “It’s alright Y/N,” she said,” don’t worry about it.” There was a long silence before any of you spoke again. “Why are you doing all this?” you finally asked. “Cause I care about you,” she said, picking up a hairbrush and sitting behind you. She was taking her time, slowly detangling the knots in your hair. “But…” you started, not knowing what to argue. “Cause you’re like my kid,” Esme said, cutting you, “And I’ll be there for you no matter what!” You turned around, suddenly hugging her. “I love you,” you whispered in her ear. “I love you too,” she whispered back hugging you tighter.

#mindful-of-ideas #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders #john shelby headcanon #john shelby #esme shelby headcanon #esme shleby #requested #shelby!reader #shelby!sister

[og-danny-dorito]

[ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 ]

no particular reason for this, i just kinda miss writing for them sdjjkdn. this is a pretty select few but if yall want i can make headcanons for some others if requested :]

𝐓𝐖: brief period of sexual content. marked with a yellow [ ⟢ ]

𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

⟢ it kinda depends! for the most part he doesn't really go on dates, but when he does they're pretty private and discreet

⟢ a nice dinner in a high-end restaurant out of town would be nice, preferably in a territory that he has connections with so nothing interrupts you two

⟢ there’s something really sweet and domestic about getting all dressed up, picking you up at your place, and having a casual conversation over dinner that feels like normalcy for him in the hectic shitshow he calls his life

⟢ because of that he really likes just,, spending time with you?? like not really on a date persay, but more like you hang around in his office doing your own work while he does his

⟢ it may not seem like it, but he really appreciates you being there considering how lonely he can get drowning himself in work. when you notice him getting too consumed by it you place your hand on his non dominant one, making him break his eyes away from the paper and let out a little sigh so he can give himself a break for a few seconds

⟢ but yeah anyway something slow paced and calm would be more his style, he’s not really into very social events or loud areas now that he’s grown older so a date at home or a quiet cafe/restaurant would be nice

⟢ (can’t stay out for too long with you though, he’s worried you’ll end up with a bounty over your head because of him)

𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

⟢ honestly dude he just wants to relax like

⟢ he’s not “boring enough” that he doesn’t wanna go out and have a few drinks, but he really appreciates calmness

⟢ like going see a movie is a nice middle ground since you could go hit up a bar after and talk about what you liked and didn’t like over a glass of liquor

⟢ outside of his job he really likes the races too!! he’s not gonna bet anything cause he doesn’t feel like that’s appropriate on a date in his case (unless you say you’re cool with it, he’ll try his best not to start a fight with anyone there for your sake)

⟢ he thinks that going dancing is nice too. he’s not particularly good at it and he finds himself laughing a little when you trip over your own feet, but when he looks at you enjoying yourself it gets harder and harder to pay attention to the world around him enough to feel embarrassed

𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

⟢ dude honestly?? i feel like he’s a sucker for the “night on the town” trope

⟢ like yeah all that sappy stuff is cute and all, but he wants to have fun. more so he wants to have fun with you.

⟢ of course his definition of “fun” is just running around starting shit, but if you’re into causing a little trouble and then messily making out in an alleyway what’s there not to love??

⟢ he’s all about starting a ruckus, and if he has a gorgeous person by his side to do it with him he’s over the moon

⟢ going out with him means you’re probably going out with a few of your friends too since he really likes being surrounded by people, but he’s probably going to just grab you by the wrist and drag you off somewhere halfway through his drinks anyway

⟢ the two of you either end up back at the base (somehow) missing half of your clothes, or woken up by a cop cause you were sleeping in the park cuddling like it was your bed back home

𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

⟢ i have had the headcanon that this man is soft since the beginning of my writings for peaky blinders and i refuse to go back on it goddammit

⟢ he’s SO sweet. like so sweet it’s almost painful he just loves all that sappy shit

⟢ dude picnics? sign him tf up. he likes to eat and he likes to watch birds, and he likes the little laugh you let out when he groans to sit down properly because his back doesn’t cooperate with him anymore

⟢ like tommy he’s not really into anything terribly social or loud now that he’s mature and has to deal with that on a daily basis, but he doesn’t mind going out for a drink with you in the places that be knows you’ll be safe in

⟢ that, or if you’re not feeling up to it you could come over to his house and he could make you dinner

⟢ alfie’s a really passionate guy, so if you’re not averse to sex he’s more than happy to spend the entire date just lazily sucking you off/eating you out on his couch

⟢ it doesn’t feel like any of the sex you’ve ever had before, especially with how much he pays attention to and how his pleasure seems entirely focused on your own

⟢ it’s almost like he gets off to feeling your body constrict and writhe underneath him, even somewhat having a conversation with you if you’re not too breathless (you are, he’s insanely good at pleasuring you with his mouth it’s actually kind of aggravating)

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚

⟢ he wants to take you out to eat almost every time you two go out

⟢ he usually just makes the excuse “im italian, we like to eat” but it’s also because it’s the safest option considering he owns a lot of the restaurants y’all go to

⟢ that and he likes to eat

⟢ if you wanna try something different he’s all ears, down for almost anything you want since he’d do anything to please his angel

⟢ hes also just down to walk around New York City and look at the lights, talking about things that most normal couples would like bad coworkers and weather preferences

⟢ when he's around you he doesn't like to focus on work too much since it makes him feel like he's not giving you enough of his attention

⟢ likes to say that he's not into the sappy shit but he's a hopeless romantic at heart

⟢ will definitely take you to a nice dinner in a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant and asks you to dance like you haven't done it millions of times before

⟢ he sings the lyrics of the song to you in your ear while you sway and you giggle every time he places kisses on your neck and whispers things into your skin

⟢ generally just very soft and romantic, and most definitely walks you home/walks home with you after

{ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :) }

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[pherelesytsia]

I have always loved you,

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Y/N finds out Thomas is warming another woman's bed and suddenly she finds herself in John's arms.

Warning: Fluff, Cheating, Swearing,

Word Count: 2.3k      

a/n: Part Two

The world was cold and remote, yet laughter ruled over the land. The branches of the trees swayed back and forth in the rising breeze. Her eyes sparkled in delight and again Y/N thanked John for spending the day with her in London. John flashed a sincere smile and carried the bags as if they were lighter than a feather toward the mansion.

The sparkle of delight was dying and an unsettling feeling rooted deep in her heart. Y/N was about to bid farewell, was certain John was planning to return to the city, but Y/N realised he didn't seem to want to leave her. Y/N slowed and John realised it immediacy. Lights were burning in the mansion, but Y/N was sure nobody was meant to be in the building she called home. Hesitantly, Y/N continued her journey and breathed a prayer. John followed her hurriedly, setting the bags down by the main door and let his dominant hand rest on his gun.

The keys sang out and Y/N hid her face under a mask of confidence. Fear feasted on her aching heart longing for love.

The moment she entered the house, she knew something was off, horribly wrong. A smile, false as the cold of summer days, spread across her lips. Voices echoed, and she knew no intruders were in the house. They sounded so loving, full of desire and love. She recognised the voice among hundreds, but Y/N didn't want to believe her ears, thought the one glass of whiskey fooled her senses. She left her shoes and long coat on, put the shopping bag on the floor, and turned to face the man a few steps behind her. John halted. The smile was false, unnaturally twisted, and did not suit Y/N, and John noticed it, trying to find the cause of the flaring pain in her eyes shrouded by a veil of sorrow. His brows almost touched as his features paled, heard the chanting of delight.

The world greyed, a heartless winter.

She walked on, as if guided by an invisible force, deeper into the house, not hearing John closing the door of dark wood. John tried to stop her, telling her to turn, but Y/N was deaf to the words.

Wordlessly, Y/N looked into the distance, unable to form her lips into a single syllable. Candles beamed light on her features. Her hands clenched into fists. Y/N aged horribly fast, stared at the kissing couple. Moans escaped the throat, filled every corner of the house. Her heart broke into a thousand pieces, an orb of glass clashing with the ground.

Y/N knew Thomas had not married her out of love and sometimes she wondered why she had chosen him as her husband. He desired money, wealth, materialism as her parents blinded by gold.

Her blood turned into poison, dark as the deep night. She swallowed noticeably. Pieces of clothing lay scattered on the cold floor, not chanting under her weight, did not announce her coming.

Hundreds of words rested on the tip of her tongue, bold as the head of an old man, thunder and lightning, a ruthless ocean, but none of the many words escaped. Like a tree, Y/N rooted deep into the ground. Glasses and open bottles of wine and whiskey lay on the table and all at once, it all made sense. Understanding why Thomas had asked her hundreds of times when she would return, how long she would stay there. I am a fool of a woman, Y/N thought to herself, realising how foolish she was for believing that Thomas cared about her welfare. It all made sense, and she knew it wasn't the first time another woman had warmed the shared bed. Sound of giggles echoed and Y/N, for the first time in the still short marriage to a Shelby, was thankful she wasn’t carrying his child, knowing it was the next step, something the wife was required to do.

Y/N´s eye grew wide. A name she had heard a thousand times before escaped her husband. An excited voice gasped. Her heart broke, convinced Thomas had never said her name like that before. The ring she never removed burned dreadfully. She twisted it between two fingers and stood in silence, unable to do something.

            "What the hell?" a voice screamed angered.

Y/N flinched. A masculine scent enveloped her and Y/N was glad John was by her side. Heads left the hiding place. The screaming colours died in the wind, deep autumn ruled over the land and suddenly winter was reigning with iron fist. His face paled, white as milk, resembling a corpse. Y/N´s gaze slipped further and at once she regretted it. The grin spreading on her lips was challenging and Y/N knew Grace had planned it, knew it, saw it in her eyes shining wickedly. The candlelight touched her evil face. The hair was unmade and the lipstick, deep as crimson was smeared.

Darkness rooted in her heart. A whisper echoed through the house. Y/N was numb, unaware of the hands resting on her shoulders, trying to force her to leave the house. Shooting words escaped John in delicate tones, tried to ease the pain but the wounds were too deep. Gently John pressed the woman against his body. Deep hatred no words could shoo away spread in every fibre of her body.

Words escaped him, cursing under his breath. Troubled, Thomas laid a blanket on the woman beneath him, breathed words in her direction, hid all Y/N had already seen under a gauzy dark green blanket.

John positioned himself at the side of the woman gazing emotionlessly off into the distance. He took his hand off his gun and spoke reassuring whispers. John had always loved Y/N, since the night the eyes met. His hands lay on her form, stroking her skin in soothing touches, but Y/N struggled, unsure of whether to kill Thomas or to leave rapidly, never returning.

            "You are disgusting. I hope it was worth it." Y/N didn't mention names, spoke directly to both of them.

John rose, the last wall of defence.

            "I didn't mean to. I love you," spoke Thomas in a believable tone.

Weakly Y/N smiled. Don’t believe him, Y/N told herself, daring to fall for the twisted words, sounded way too believable.

            "You need two people to dance tango, Thomas," Y/N said coldly.

Deeply she wished it was just a terrible dream, that she would wake up in his arms, but it was the moment she realised she had never really loved him, realised she wished to wake up in Johns' arms.

            "So I was right after all. She was here last week, wasn't she?" Y/N screamed.

Her voice quivered, rising and breaking. Y/N stepped one step back. She knew the answer, not needing to hear one, knowing well she would never wear such awful-smelling perfume.

            "So you first slept with this weak excuse of a woman in our bed and then you did the same to me? How can you even look in the mirror in the morning, Thomas?” she whispered.

Everything made sense.

“How could you tell me this morning at breakfast that you love me? How could you tell me you were looking forward to having children with me?" Y/N screamed in pain.

Her clenched fists wanted to collide with his chest, to scream like a witch, to curse him, to let him know how much she hated him, but Y/N stopped, didn't want to touch him, didn't even want to speak to Thomas. Taking a step back, Y/N felt the pairs of joyful eyes resting on her. Sadness spread through her heart. Y/N had expected a lot from the man, knew exactly what the family she had married into was known for, but never she had assumed he would play with another woman's skirt.

Y/N smiled weakly, feeling the heavy burden settle on her shoulders.

            "I wish you a good life, Thomas. I hope we will never meet again. I will take my automobile and the money I have earned. You can go ahead and tell everyone I have been killed, that I have found another man, or whatever you want, I don't care. Do what you desire, I am sure you won't tell anyone you have found someone else; I don't want your good image to be tainted by me," Y/N said, feeling a stabbing pain spreading through her heart.

Y/N flinched back, had to control herself to not scream like a banshee in the midst of the night.

            "Stay, she means nothing, my love.", "How many times have you slept with her in our house? In our bed? How long have we been married?" replied Y/N.

Hatred oozed but no tears streamed in screaming torrents. Thomas wrapped himself in silence. His lower body was barely concealed by a cover, but Y/N did not venture to let her gaze drift further.

            "I trusted you, Thomas. Don't search for me. I hope your needs are met; you have found what I could not give you. Maybe I would understand if we had been married for over ten years if you didn't like me anymore, if I was boring you in every aspect of your life and had nothing more to offer you, but we haven't even been married for three months. Wait a minute, because in two hours it will be our adversary." her voice broke like a shield.

Y/N shook her head.

            "I will leave. Thank you, John, for a wonderful afternoon and I hope you're not in cahoots with your brother and accompanied me into town to lure me out of the house so he can pleasure another woman." Y/N breathed in John's direction.

"I had nothing to do with it Y/N, I really didn't," John said almost desperately.

Her voice was low, but John had heard every word. Hastily Y/N was ready to leave the house, had nothing more to say. Thomas stepped forward and John tensed. Waves crashed, but John feared not. Y/N halted, noticed Thomas trying to stop her, knew she wasn't swift enough to get away, and stepped ahead. Fingers clawed into the fabric of his grey suit. Pressing her lips to a fine line, Y/N hid behind John, unable to look at her husband anymore.

The candlelight brushed his face, his naked torso, and the eyes from which desire and lust had drained flickered in amusement. Thomas´s eyes were telling his wife a lovely tale, about accidents and trust, love and adoration, but Y/N didn’t trust him anymore.

Protectively, John arose between his brother and the broken woman, making it impossible for Thomas to dare not look at her nor try to touch her. Y/N breathed unintelligible words, but John understood every one of them.

"Go. Let me talk to my wife." angered Thomas said.

            "All of a sudden, you know you have a wife? Did you know it five minutes ago?" John laughed.

            "Fuck off.” "No. Let her alone.” John responded in a tone unlike his own.

Eyes of light blue flickered in delight.

            "What are you doing, Johnny? Don't you think I know you're in love with her? I heard you talking about it to Polly, but we both know you don't have a chance with a woman like her." Thomas sneered.

Y/N swallowed, not understanding how she could have fallen for the man shifting into a different man in front of her eye, into someone she could never love. Tears stained her vision and her heart was in pieces, realised the only thing he desired was wealth and a politician as a father-in-law.

            "You can have her, but she won't last long in bed, I tell you." Thomas laughed and stepped back.

John huffed. Fire blazed in his gaze. He intended to make him repent, make him regret he had dared to speak about the woman he loved in low tones, but her touch extinguished the hatred blazing in his body.

Y/N turned around, not looking at the woman lying naked on the sofa she had read a book on in the early hours of the morning, knowing the moment their gazes met she would feel the urge to put a bullet through her body and make her suffer. Closing her eyes, the hatred disappeared. As John felt her hands no longer resting on his back, he turned, oblivious to the curses, the chanting of thunder and lightning, and followed Y/N in great haste storming off, hearing the words laced with poison and wounded pride.

Jewellery, dresses, garments and all the things of matter, the rings her mother had gifted her rested on her body. Running swiftly, she ignored the bags waiting at the front door and raced away, with no idea of where she was heading, but she had to get away. Rivers were streaming. The hair stirred in the wind. The chilly breeze brushed her face and dried the salty tears. Running wild, a scream escaped her throat. Her clenched fists collided with the figure. Questions, and cries ripped, pouring from the deepest depths of her soul, and suddenly her knees buckled under the burden, unable to stand, but strong arms embraced her. Pain ceased. Opening her eyes, she found herself in the arms of a man whispering words of love and Y/N realised she had found a harbour.

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[mxpseudonym]

Explain it to me like I'm stupid

Alt title; 17 Months for a Peach

Pairing: John Shelby x male!OC (or characterized reader)

Summary: John’s proposal gets shot down in a meeting, and his book smart crush is there to cheer him up. John uses this moment to make a move. It’s giving himbo x nerd vibes a little bit.

Length: 2986

Warnings: Sex happens, also the use of "idiot" but affectionately

A/N: I know I closed this blog, but I’ve been feeling kinda down lately then found this when I was cleaning out my fanfic database (I should show you all how I organize my fics one day lol) and it made me happy to finish and share. So here we are.

Evan adjusted his glasses and watched John talk in the meeting. The youngest Shelby was hot-headed, and at his worst, he was clueless about how things worked. Life seemed to happen to him in many ways, but he certainly had charisma.

Evan looked at him with a glint in his eyes. What an absolute idiot. Of course, Tommy wasn’t going to go with his idea that was sure to start an unnecessary war amongst the Small Health rabble-rousers. But boy, did this kid have heart. He showed up fully and earnestly for his family, country, and city. He couldn't even last in London; he was so used to the Romani lifestyle.

He was completely different from Evan, who, with his glasses and correct to the decimal ledger, was used to a tidy upbringing with a mother who was more into the motions of catholicism than the God behind it and a father who was, in a word, docile. John and Arthur had teased him for his bowties and suits and how he'd never gotten into a fight. John had protected him in a few bar fights. That was a good word for him—a protector.

The meeting was over, and everyone dispersed. Evan's eyes followed John, who kept a smiling face but let it waver when he snuck off into the halls of Arrow House. It took a moment for Evan to be able to follow. The dinner party continued, and he took a glass and a bottle of champagne to look for John. Surprisingly, he found him in the library looking at all the books Evan knew Tommy had never read.

"Is John Shelby actually reading during a party?" Evan asked out loud, closing the door behind him as John turned with a book in his hand.

"Got lost, didn't I? Told Tommy we need a bloody map in this place." John grumbled before tossing the book on a settee. "What've you got there?"

"I knew you'd probably like this when I found you."

"Savior status."

"Amen. One glass, though,"

"We can share," John said with a shrug, completely unaware. Evan smirked and handed him the tools. He picked up the book John had thrown down and huffed when he saw it.

"Economics? What are you doing reading about economics?"

"Oi, don't tease. Tried to ask Pol why my idea wouldn't work. She got mad at me for asking too many questions again.”

"The key is not to lose sight of the forest for the trees."

John gulped down his first drink and started another. “Whaddya mean?”

“On the surface, taking over the new casino and nightclub in Small Heath makes sense, even if it means expanding our territory by any means necessary. More money, right?”

“Exactly.”

“But, the Riley Gang is in deep debt to us. If we wait and see how well those spots will do, which they are expected to do well, as you mentioned, we can approach them later, and they’ll be persuaded to funnel their money to us with interest. Meanwhile, we don’t have to pay for manpower or maintenance. No damages or insurance either.”

“And we can keep expanding to London,” John concluded.

“Exactly.”

“Why’s it gotta be so complicated? We’re the Peaky fucking Blinders. We should just get what we want when we want it,” he complained, making Evan laugh.

“I can’t say you’re wrong about that. It’s what we’re after. Tommy’s got his vision, but the rest of us lowly dogs will live and die right here in Small Heath. Would be nice to have some perks if that’s the case,” Evan agreed as he filled the glass flute with bubbly. John watched intently as he sipped. “What?”

“Thanks for explaining that without me feeling stupid.”

“You’ve got the spirit,” Evan told him before ruffling his hair. John smirked softly, then began leaning in. Evan tilted his head in confusion, which John took as an invitation to cup his neck and go for it. It being the one thing Evan never thought would happen in all 30 years of his life.

He was pretty sure John Shelby was the only one who could make a risky first kiss feel coy and smug at the same time. The kiss was teasing and slow, and John pulled his bottom lip between his teeth before they parted.

“Fuck,” John groaned, the sound burning straight to Evan’s lower belly. “That was bad, right? Shouldn’t be acting on my wet dreams like that, not with our resident smart ass.”

John chuckled as Evan blinked at him. He could hardly process the groan, the flirting, the admission of the wet dream, and the cheeky insult in one go. Turning, he took a swig from the champagne bottle before pointing at John.

“Explain yourself.”

“Right now? Just when things are getting good?” John looked at him, surprised. “Mate, you’ve got to learn good timing. I might not know numbers and cents, but I know wanting eyes like nothin’ else. On the other hand, you don’t know shit and-” John stood, making his way to him and taking the bottle, having a drink of his own. “Have kept me waiting for 17 fucking months.”

“17?!” Evan choked on the number. “You didn’t run out of patience?”

“Almost did. But you started swimming with us last summer, and it was the death of me.”

“Is that all you think about?”

“Are you asking if you are all I think about? Or if seeing more of what those swimsuits were hiding is all I think about? Real prick to not skinny dip like the rest of us, by the way,” John grumbled. Evan nodded, then took two gulps of the champagne.

“So you’re saying,”

“How can you think when you’re this hard?” John asked curiously. Evan became ruefully aware that he was swelling in his trousers only when John’s hand pressed on the front of him. His eyes looked down at his fondling hand, then to the front of John’s trousers that were nearing a similar state.

“Nothing cohesive is really happening up here,” Evan admitted, pointing to his head.

“Then, can I kiss you while you think of your next interrogation question?” John asked. Evan could only nod.

Thoughts flew in and out of the running for the most cohesive sentence as Evan’s mind swirled. He had several questions, including ‘why now?’ and ‘are you sure?’ but John’s hands had untucked his shirt and roamed his skin, all while the Shelby shamelessly whispered the most salacious things.

“You’re just as soft as I thought, or more probably,” John murmured. Evan groaned, letting his head fall back while John pressed his thigh between Evan’s legs and against his hardening self. He hated that he subtly rutted against it as they kissed but hated even more that John pressed against his thigh without hesitation, making them both even hotter.

“I don’t know a lot about this, but I learned a thing or two in France. I think you should receive,” John muttered, never changing tone. He was so nonchalant Evan nearly missed it.

“What are you saying right now?”

“Huh? That you should take my dick?” John leaned away just a bit to speak clearly. Evan felt the heat rush straight to his face to even come from his ears like steam from the ears of a cartoon character.

“Did you say you learned in France?” He asked though John was moving already.

“Just a couple of things over a few times,” he rushed through the small talk as his own cheeks blushed.

“Teach me then. Explain it without making me feel stupid, please?” Evan asked, and John groaned.

“Stop. You’re making my dick harder when you ask like that.”

“Romance is your strong suit.”

Evan was a liar. Well, not entirely, but a little. He wasn’t asking John to tell him how two men had sex, per se; he just wanted to know what John knew. Because, in truth, Evan’s stint in France wasn’t just helpful; it found him with a few close friends who knew where others like them convened. Some bars, restaurants on certain days, and parks at night were all common meetings for men. And while he did pine for John, Evan had also had his fair share of romps.

“-and spit is the worst. Use oil or the medical lubricant if you can,” John concluded thoughtfully. He wasted no time leaning in and connecting his lips to Evan’s shoulder. The explanation was twice as long, at least for all the times John’s eyes couldn’t leave his lips, and he’d kiss him.

“I can’t believe you held on to that information for such a long time. Can you wait a little longer?” Evan asked.

“Because you need to think?” John asked, suddenly leaning back.

“Because we’re in the middle of a dinner party.”

It was John’s turn to blink before laughing. Evan could only chuckle. The idiot had definitely forgotten.

“Like a peach,”

“Oh god, stop saying that,”* Evan whined.

In the confines of his apartment, far enough away from Watery Lane to be a haven, Evan writhed under John’s touch. An arm slung over his eyes while John kneeled between his legs, making them wrap around his waist. In the meantime, he was being too gentle about pressing into Evan’s freshly cleaned hole.

The oil would have been enough, and Evan expected to deal with the consequences of John’s recklessness later. Actually, he thought this would never happen once the champagne wore off, but John showed up at his door with flowers on a Saturday morning they agreed on two weeks later, and here they were.

John was so tender with him that it almost made Evan mad. He was expecting the lug to toss him around, not make him dizzy, and from kisses and sweet nothings, coaxing him out of his clothes and onto the bed.

Fingers dipped in oil stroked his cock first, and John had no hesitation in rubbing their cocks together while telling him this was just like a dream he had. Before Evan could tell him he was insane, John told him he needed to be inside him while groaning into his neck.

John circled his tight hole, with his thumb, but selected his right pointer finger as the designated one for the job. Evan thought about the skill the man possessed. To put men all over the country in their place, tossing explosives in politicians houses, roughing people up left and right. And now this. Those rough hands flexed and prodded until Evan could no longer stand being seen so openly. John slid his finger into him with some ease.

“Oh? Have you been doing this on your own. You took me so easily,” he said like nothing.

“How can you say that with,” Evan started, ripping his arm away from his face, only to see John red and half covering his own face. John gave him the most boyish smile that nearly sent him into cardiac arrest, but instead made them both chuckle. “It feels good.”

“Yeah? You’re soft here, like a peach.”

And he continued with that reference, more surprised that it held up when he drizzled more oil and put in one extra finger then another. Evan couldn’t catch two full breaths consecutively. His cock twitched and leaked over his lower belly, but John refused to touch him beyond squeezing his thigh and sliding into him to the knuckles, then to the hilt, then pressing in until Evan gasped. It was finding the precious spot within him that fucked it all up.

“Oh, here?” John asked when Evan’s back arched and he called for him and the heavens. “I’ll remember that for later.”

“John, just fuck me,” Evan pleaded. “You can’t just say that and expect me to not be like this.”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” John chuckled.

The bed shifted, sheets wrinkling and pillows adjusting. The morning sun hit perfectly on Johns naked form as he ran a hand through his hair before grabbing his cock. Evan watched it glisten with a thick coating of oil before it pushed against him.

For a moment he thought he was in trouble. His eyes rolled back. He couldn’t see straight, and he felt like he was leaving his body. His voice trembled as John’s pelvis pressed against his thighs, filling him to the hilt, “I’m gonna cum.”

True to his word, he spurted across his stomach while John groaned.

“Evan, you’re so lewd right now,” John breathed, his hand running up his side. He leaned down and ran his tongue over a small smattering of the milky substance, ignoring Evan telling him not to. John licked his stomach then up to his nipples before capturing his lips. “Your punishment for cumming at the start is that I get to fuck you as much as I want, alright?”

John was making him hold his knees up before he could agree to the binding vow. But the feeling of John’s cock stretching him and sliding against that spot in him would have made him do it. The strokes were exploratory, accompanied by moans and praises for Evan fitting him like a glove. He sped up, smacking against him after he adjusted. Evan could only take him in.

“Fucking hell, you’re handsome. Shit,” Evan groaned. John grinned then leaned down, the position putting him deeper as he helped press Evan’s legs back as he did it.

“You’re literally the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, you know how that makes me feel?” John asked. He paused while Evan shivered at the new position. “Luckiest fucking man.”

“You’re a square,” Evan moaned back. John’s rolling hips against him was enough payback, and he happily waved a white flag that left their foreheads pressed together and fingers interlaced. Evan couldn’t help joining his lover in being sappy though he’d never admit it. He gasped against the stubble on John’s jaw, “I’m so happy it’s you.”

John ripped himself away with a groan and quickly sat back, hand shooting to hold the base of his cock. “Fuck, I almost came.”

Evan huffed and sat up half way, wiping the sweat from his temple before caressing John’s waist, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. He watched the intense furrowing oh his brow, eyes clenched and teeth biting mercilessly at his bottom lip. Evan chuckled and laid back, rolling onto his stomach, glad that he was sending out laundry soon.

“I’m so empty now,” he sighed.

“Shut it,” John snipped. Evan simply raised a thigh and reached a hand between his legs. His fingers stroked his cock gently, massaged his balls, then found his tender entrance. He was aching, pulsing, and John was holding out? Bastard.

“I don’t think it’ll feel the same,” Evan groaned as he began prodding his ass.

“I just wanted a second, christ,” John laughed. He smacked away Evan’s fingers, and Evan happily shifted onto his knees, happy his fussing worked.

“You said you’d fuck me as much as you wanted, so I just want to take my punishment,” Evan told him over his shoulder. John tsked him while adding more oil to himself.

“You’re impossible.” Whether or not this was true didn’t stop John from sinking in at the new angle, deft fingers sinking into the plush of Evan’s hips to pull him back. The sound of squelching slickness filled the room with their pants and groans. With a squeeze to the ass, John praised him, “You’re sucking me in, love, well done.”

His hand slid to the natural line in his back and pushed Evan’s chest to the sheets to drive into him at a deeper angle. The strangled gasp he let out was one he’d make John take to his grave, but the depth of his cock was worth it.

“Never, stop, ugh god don’t stop,” he begged.

“As if I would, you’re leaking all over yourself and your ass is as soft as I thought,” John explained, squeezing him again. A shameless man. Evan would think of a comeback when he wasn’t burying his face in the sheets, trembling as the head of John’s cock firmly pushed against his prostate with every firm thrust. “I knew I’d find it again. Shit, you’re so **good, I’m gonna,” John rambled for a moment, hips starting to stutter before he pulled out and Evan felt his seed paint itself on his back.

They sat in bliss for a moment before John laughed and hopped up. Evan ignored the teasing he received for not moving from his face down ass up position by the time John came back with a warm cloth. Even when they laid next to each other, cleansed of fluids and oil, Evan still reveled in how his body felt now. John made use of their closeness, kissing him and never letting his hands still against his skin. They settled beside each other as the sun warmed the room and lulled them into a daze. It wasn’t even noon - they had a whole day to enjoy. Evan’s eyes closed first, and he felt bruised lips brush his forehead.

“Next time I won’t be so nice since you made me wait so long.” John’s dozing voice didn’t make the promise any less exciting.

“I look forward to it.”

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This isn’t “goodbye”, this is simply “see you later” - Series Part 2 : Without you

Summary: John is far away in France to fight in a terrible war. And you stayed behind, you wait for him. But everything has consequences and when you find out about your pregnancy, the construct of lies that once was your life falls apart and you are alone, without your fiancé.

Pairing: John Shelby x Y/N Words: 8796 Warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy, family problems, talking about abortion (please let me know if i forgot something)

A/N: Timeskipes are marked with — English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own. Part 2/3    -> Part 1

GIF not mine 

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                                           Part 2: Without you 

It hasn't rained in 3 days and the air is a little too warm for this time of year, but you don't mind. You enjoy the sun while you can, autumn would come soon enough. You are walking down the streets next to a school friend, Emily. She said goodbye to her brother yesterday and is obviously worried about him, so you figured you'd distract her a little. "Who do we pick up again?" asks Emily. "An old friend of mine, Ada." you answer her. Polly asked you to look after Ada, she have gone into her room and won't come out. Ada's aunt worries that she will get sick and at least you go to nursing school. But you know she doesn't get sick, you know why she doesn't come out of her room. Freddy also went to France 1 week ago. Ada is like you, her lover went to war and left her behind. So Ada needs a little distraction too. You all need distraction, and a good tea and an afternoon with friends would be good for you all. You've cried a lot since John went to war, and every night you lie awake for hours hoping he's okay. The last 6 weeks without John have been difficult for you, but he would surely be back soon. A light wind blows through your hair and your dress blows around your legs. It's your favourite dress, maybe because it hugs your body so softly, or because John gave it to you as a gift. Probably both. "Hey sweety." you hear a loud whistle, but you don't turn to the voice, it's probably just another drunk worker, of whom there are more than enough here. Emily looks over her shoulder and tenses a little, but you keep walking down the street towards your destination. "Come on ladies, don't you fancy a little fun?" You roll your eyes and quicken your pace a little, Emily grabs your hand uncertainly. She is not often in this area and is more used to socializing with other people. Suddenly someone grabs your arm and holds you tight. Angry you turn around and Emily next to you looks at the small group of men in shock and fear. "Let me go." you say and try to tear yourself away. The self-assured look of men suddenly becomes insecure. "Let go of her, that's John's girl." says one of the men. "He said he would kill anyone who touches her." The stranger lets you go. "Excuse me, Miss Shelby." “It's all right,” you say, grabbing Emily's arm and pulling her down the street. "You are John Shelby's wife?" asks Emily in shock. "His fiancée, it's a secret." Meeting this men confused you. You know John and his brothers do a few things that are not legal. But you didn't know that the Peaky Blinders are causing so much horror in Birmingham that these men would listen to his threats. What does John do when he's not with you? "You really lead a double life." says Emily, her eyes glowing with excitement. "I don't. But please don't tell anyone." "Of course not." You arrive at Pollys house, and you open the door to the betting shop, there isn't much going on inside. Polly is sitting at Tommy's desk, concentrating on a few papers. "Hello Aunt Polly." "Y / N, nice to see you." her gaze goes to Emily. "A friend of mine. We wanted to pick up Ada." Polly nods, she looks a little tired and suddenly you have a bad conscience, you haven't been here the last few days. You have a hard time being in John's home when he's not there. Everything reminds you of him and then you miss him even more. "Do you need help?" you ask "No, it's okay. Could you just take a quick look at Finn's writing practice?" "Of course." you go through the shop to the back where Polly's house is. Finn sits at the kitchen table and writes a few simple words in a messy script. "Hello little one, how is it going?" "Good. I can already write my name." he tells you proudly. Then he sees Emily. "Who is this?" he immediately asks sceptically. "A friend of mine." "That's fine then." he tries to sound older than he is, which makes you smile. You correct a few small mistakes and then send him out to play. "You will be back before the sun goes down." "Yes Sister." he calls out and then disappears out the back door. Emily looks around the small kitchen a little. "You really lead a double life." she says again. "The Shelbys are my family." "Does your real family know that?" she asks, but a slight smile plays around her lips. "No, and that's better that way. Come on." you go up the stairs and knock on Ada's door. No answer. "Ada? Ada open the door, I know you're there." you say and knock again. It takes a moment and Ada opens the door. "What do you want?" "I told you I'd come over today. Come on, get ready. We'll spend the afternoon together." Ada rolls her eyes. "But I don´t want to." "I don't care, you have 5 minutes or I'll drag you out of here in your nightgown." you try to put on Polly's stern look, but you're pretty sure you won't quite make it. Nevertheless, Ada sets herself in motion and gets ready. 20 minutes later the 3 of you are outside and let the last warm rays of sun shine on your face. And you were right, the day was really good for all of you. In the evening you accompany Emily and then Ada home. As you step into Polly's house, the smell of food envelops you. "You have perfect timing." Polly greets you. "The food is almost ready." The back door opens and Finn comes in, he's full of dirt and dust, but his eyes are bright and his cheeks are flushed from running. "Letters have come. From France. Y / N here, your name is on it." You will instantly recognize John's handwriting and your heart will skip a beat. Finn hands you the letter and when you are excited to hear from John again you pack him the bag of your dress. "You don't want to read it?" asks Polly, she's also holding a letter in her hand, with Arthur's handwriting on the envelope. "Yes, of course, but calmly. I read it at home." Polly nods, then opens Arthur's letter, her eyes darting quickly over the lines. "They are fine." she then says and then passes it on to Ada, who also quickly skims the lines. You read over her shoulder, but Arthur's handwriting is so messy that you can barely read his words. It doesn´t take long and you  all sitt at the dinner table. Finn tells a little about his adventures down by the river today. His childlike light-heartedness does not fit into the mood of the depressed and warlike mood that prevails in England, but it gives you the feeling of home and cheers you up. After dinner you help Polly clean up while Ada forces Finn to take a bath. Then you say goodbye and make your way home. "Y / N there you are finally. You missed the meal." your mother greets you. "I'm sorry, I went shopping with Emily, we forgot the time." Your mother shakes her head, but she's not really mad. "I'll ask the maid to reheat the food." "I'm not hungry. But I am very tired." Your mother had to give you a critical look. ,,Okay. Good night my child." "Good night mother. I love you." "I love you." your mother gives you a kiss on the forehead and you run up the stairs to your room. You quickly lock the door behind you and take John's letter out of your pocket.   My beloved princess, I hope you are alright and you don't miss me too much. Just a little bit, so you don't forget me. I am sorry that I will only get in touch with you now. The trip to France took longer than we all thought. I don't want to bore you with details about the war. But France is really beautiful, the landscape, the cities, the weather is also a little better than at home. It doesn't rain that much, but it's very cold. I think you would like France, maybe one day we will travel here when the war is over. I think about you all the time, about you and about our future. Tommy is joking about me, but I don't care. I wake up every morning and look forward to coming home to you. I miss you so much. How is it in England? Are Finn, Ada and Polly all right? Arthur is always in a bad mood, I think he misses the English alcohol, and France is probably too cold for him. But otherwise, he's fine, we're all fine. I'm supposed to give you best regards from Tommy and Arthur. I love you so much. And I'll see you soon, I promise I'll be back before Christmas. John   You lower the letter and take a deep breath. Even if it's total nonsense, you imagine that the letter smells a little like John. Your heart contracts painfully and you feel like you're going to throw up if he's apart from you for just a second longer. It's been the same for six weeks, you can distract yourself easily during the day, but as soon as you're alone in your room you miss him so much that it hurts. You sit down at your little desk and start writing an answer to his letter. ---   The sun shines through your curtains and blinds you a little. You blink a few times and then turn away from the sun. Your eyes still sting a little from all the tears you cried that night. Not every night is that bad, but most are. John has been in France for 3 months now, but you still miss him as much as you did on the first day. You climb out of your warm bed and get ready for the day. "Y / N, are you coming for breakfast?" your mother's voice shines through the house. You look again in the small mirror in your room, with a little make-up you don't look that tired, but you can't get rid of your tearful eyes. You quickly run down the stairs and meet your parents in the dining room. The maid has already set the table and prepared breakfast. Like every morning, your father has disappeared behind his newspaper and your mother is trying to have a casual conversation. But you're too tired and too sad to play the happy girl you were a few weeks ago. Before John left. "Are you coming to my office today after school? The books need to be checked." asks your father after reading the newspaper. "Yes of course." not even your favorite task is giving you anticipation. You go to nursing school because your mother wanted it, but only on the condition that you can still help in your father's office. You love numbers and math. "Actually, I had thought that Y / N would not go to school today and would spend the day with me instead." your mother interferes. "We hardly have mother daughter time because she has so much to do with school, then the study group and the practical hours in the hospital." There is neither a study group, nor practical hours in the hospital, they were all excuses to be able to spend more time with the Shelbys. "All right, but then tomorrow." says your father and you nod. After you've finished the family breakfast, your father goes to work. Your mother puts a cup of tea in front of you and looks at you carefully. You are uncomfortable with her look. "Who is the father?" "What?" you ask in surprise. "Who is the father Y / N?" your mother's voice sounds very calm and she smiles at you understandingly. "What are you talking about?" you ask, you have no idea what she means. "You are tired all the time, but you sleep a lot, you look a little bloated and your pain pills in the bathroom are still full. So you didn't get your monthly bleeding. Who is the father?" You feel your heart start beating faster in your chest, you didn't even notice. You were so busy with school, taking care of Finn and missing John that you didn't even notice. Are you pregnant? That can't really be. You notice how tears well up in your eyes as you sink onto the soft sofa in the living room. Your mother is by your side and hugs you. "That can't be. It was only once." "That's enough dear." says your mother and then sighs. "So the father, who is it and will he marry you?" Your hand goes to the engagement ring hanging on a chain around your neck. ,,Yes. He promised. As soon as he comes back from France. " Your mother sighs again. "That can take a while." "No, he said he'd be back soon, before Christmas." You can see in your mother's eyes that she doesn't believe it. Still she smiles. "Will you tell me his name?" You swallow once and look down at your hands. Even if she's not mad just yet, she will be as soon as she knows that John is the father. How many times has she told you stay away from the Shelbys? They are not good company, they will ruin you, they will drag you into their criminal activities. Your mother had told you all this so many times. "John Shelby." you whisper and now the tears are running down your cheeks. Your mother gets up in one quick motion. "That gypsy!" she pronounces it like a swear word. "Mom please. I'm so sorry, I didn't want this to happen." "Did he force you?" "What no! Of course not, he loves me and I love him. And we will get married as soon as he is back in England. He promised that." "Men promise a lot if they want under your skirt. I thought I taught you that." ,,Mom please. He loves me.” Your mother sighs. "Did he tell you that?” "Yes! And that he will marry me. And that we are a family." you answer and cross your arms stubbornly over your chest. "Men lie! Believe me, they all lie." "Not John. Mama believe me, he loves me. And we're engaged." "Another lie, he won't marry you. Please believe me, men like him get bored of women easily." "You don't even know him. He's a good man and he won't be bored with me, we've been together for years." "What?" asks your mother in surprise. "We've been together for years, secretly. Because you and Dad would never have accepted him. Although you don't even know him, he's a gypsy who cares? But he's also friendly, loving and good. And his family treat me like I'm one of them already. The Shelbys are good people, please believe me. " Your mother takes a few deep breaths and is silent for a long time. "He's living with his aunt right?" You nod. "I want to speak to her." your mother gets up and rings the bell for the maid. "Please get our coats, we're going out." "You want to meet Polly? Right now?" you ask in surprise, you would have expected your mother to scream and be angry, but definitely not that. "Yes." The maid brings your coats and you make your way to Watery Lane. Your mother's gaze is sceptical of the run-down houses, the children walking barefoot across the street and the drunk workers. "Nice environment." she snippets off. "Can you please not be so biased?" "I'll try." You keep walking down the street, a few of the men glare at you and your mother grabs her expensive coat tighter. But you don't worry, in the last few months you've realized just how big the influence of the Peaky Blinders is in Birmingham. Everyone respects John and his brothers, and their word applies even when they are far away in France. "You don't have to be afraid." "Here you will be robbed if you look the wrong way." "Yeah, maybe, but we don't." "And why are you so sure about that?" "Trust me." You arrive at Polly's house and you open the door. Immediately you feel at home. "Y / N!" Finn yells and comes running towards you. He jumps into your arms and hugs you tightly. "Finn, not so stormy." you say, but you also hug him. In the past few weeks you've always been too tired to really play with him, and of course the little boy noticed that. Since Finn doesn't know how to deal with the new situation and no one has taught him how to express his feelings properly, he reacts either angry or clingy. You're glad he's clinging to you today. "Mum, may I introduce you. Finn Shelby, John's brother. Finn, this is my mother." you introduce the two of them, your mother holds out a hand to Finn, but he only tilts his head. "You have to shake her hand." you say softly and nudge Finn. He nods and grabs your mother's hand with his dirty little hand to give her a quick shake. "Is Aunt Polly here?" "In the shop." "Will you get her please? And then go upstairs." "But.." "Do not discuss with me." you say in a stern tone. You don't want to be mean or dismissive to him. But you're too tense to care for his feelings at this moment. You have no idea why your mother would want to talk to Polly and to be honest you're terrified. Finn rolls his eyes, but then turns to get Polly. Polly enters the small kitchen. "Y/N, what happened? Lot to do today." she stops when she sees your mother standing next to you. Polly closes the door to the betting shop behind her and forces a smile on her face. "Mrs. Y/L/N. How can I help you?" "Your nephew got my daughter pregnant." your mother says with suppressed anger in her voice. Polly doesn't react at all surprised, she just nods slightly. "I know." "Since when?" you ask shocked. "About a week. I read your tea leaves. It will be a healthy girl." At her words, a strange feeling of happiness and calm washes over you, even if it doesn't completely replace the panic. "Gypsy nonsense" spits out your mother. "It's not that. Did you just come to insult my family or is there anything else I can help you with?" Polly now asks your mother and you admire her self-confidence once again. Your mother is used to always being treated with kindness and respect, and because of her family and her good marriage, she is used to getting what she wants. "I'll take Y/N to a doctor in London tomorrow, after that the problem will be solved and I don't want any more contact between my daughter and your nephew." "The two are engaged, I can hardly forbid John the contact with his future wife." "Oh please! We both know that this marriage will never happen. We both know that John will never marry my daughter, he never intended to, all he wanted was someone to warm his bed. " You want to yell your mother that John will keep his word and that he loves you. But Polly is faster. "Get out of my house! I will not have you slander the honesty and honor of my nephew and my entire family with your lies. John is a good man, he will keep his word and he loves Y/N . If you accept that, you're welcome back here, not until then." "Gypsy pack." says your mother. "Y/N, come on, let's go home, there's a lot to do until tomorrow." "No!" you say and take a few steps away from your mother. "I won't come with you, and I won't go to London tomorrow either." You put your hand protectively on your flat stomach, even if you can't imagine that a small person is really growing in it. "You have no choice Y/N! What do you think happens? Do you think you can stay here? And wait for John to come back and then you get married and live happily ever after?" your mother's tone is taunting, but you don't care. "Yes! That's exactly how it will be." you know yourself that you sound naive. But you know that John loves you and that you will be a family. Your mother shakes her head. "Fine, make that decision! But don´t come back when you're out on the street in a few weeks." she throws another disparaging look in the direction of Polly and then disappears from the small kitchen. As the door closes behind her, tears begin to fall from your eyes, even though you can't really believe what just happened, even if you can't believe your mother just really let you down. Polly is quickly at your side and hugs you. "Take it easy dear, everything will be fine. Don't get upset, it's not good for your child." "I don't know what to do now." you bring out tears. Polly strokes your hair soothingly. "First you stop crying, then I want you to get some rest and then we'll see, alright?" you nod "Well, then go up to John's room and get some sleep, I'll tell some of the Blinders to get your things from your parents' house." "No! My mother will freak out if the Peaky Blinders show up at her door. She'll call the police." Polly sighs. "Maybe you're right. There are only the younger ones here and I really don't have time for problems with the police right now." she thinks aloud. "I still have a few things here." you say weak "That will be enough until everyone has calmed down and until John is back." your voice sounds hopeful, as soon as John comes back in a few weeks everything will be fine. Polly nods. "All right, we'll take care of that later. Rest now." You nod and leave the kitchen to go up the stairs to John's room, when you've just reached the stairs Polly calls after you. "And of course you won't end up on the streets, no matter what happens here you will always have a home." Polly's words bring tears to your eyes. "Thank you Aunt Polly."   You sleep most of the afternoon and only wake up when Ada knocks on the door and sticks her head in the room. "Can I come in?" "Yes." you sit up a bit in bed, Ada slips out of her shoes and sits next to you on the mattress. "Polly told me everything. How are you?" "I don't know. I'm scared and I'm sad about my mother's behaviour, but at the same time I've never been happier in my life. I'm having a baby! A real little human. I want to believe that everything will be fine. " "It will be for sure! John will be home soon and so will Tommy and Arthur and then everything will be like before." says Ada. "Freddie will come home then." you say and lightly nudge Ada in the side, she sighs. "I haven't gotten a single letter yet. And he said not to write to him, he doesn't want Tommy to find out." Now you have to sigh too and take Ada in your arms. "It'll be all right. You said he said he loves you." "But men lie." "You sound like my mother." Ada grimaces. "Don't say something that horrible." she then says with a slight laugh. "Polly says your mother was pretty mean." her tone becomes serious again and this time you sigh. "She practically threw me out of the family." you reply, you want it not to matter to you, but it doesn't. It hit you hard. Ada rubs your back. "She's coming to her senses." she then says. "And besides, now you really are my sister." she tries to cheer you up. "What did I do to deserve this?" "Hey." Ada nudges you lightly in the ribs, not as hard as she used to, but gently. Like you're fragile, even if you're not. But now a little human is growing inside you, and that little human is fragile and weak. You must protect him, whatever the cost. "Everything is going to be alright." you say, more to you and your child than to Ada, but she nods anyway. "Would you like to help me in the kitchen, or do you want to rest?" ask her after you've been silent for a while. "I'm rested, I'm happy to help you."   In the early evening Finn comes home completely dirty, you send him to bathe first and then start to heat up the food with Ada's help. Polly closes the betting shop for the day and then joins Ada and you. "How are you Y/N?" she asks first. "I'm better, I slept a little." Polly nods and smiles at you, then she goes to help Finn and a short time later they are all eating together. But domestic peace does not last long. Your father comes barging into Polly's house. "Y/N!" he yells. "How could you be so irresponsible? Your mother told me everything. You don't really think I'll let you get away with this stupid idea, do you? A gypsy in our family? Never! You're coming home with me right now and tomorrow morning I'll drive you personally to London to see Dr. Conner." Your father is walking towards you, your whole body is rigid with fear, you have never seen your father so angry. Finn jumps up from his chair and stands in your father's way. "No! Y/N stays here with us, she's family." You don't know who told Finn everything, or maybe he's just getting more than you think. "Get out of my way kid, who do you think you are?" "I'm the man of the house! And I take care of the women and the business." he says, he can't help the trembling in his voice, but you're so proud of him that it doesn't matter. Your father looks at Finn confused and angry, the vein in his throat throbbing violently under his skin. "You heard the boy." Polly says, unbeknownst to you and Ada, she has drawn her gun and is now tapping it on the kitchen table. "Get out of my house. Like your wife, you are not welcome back here until you can talk to us in a reasonable and civilized manner about the future. Until then, have a good day, Mr. Y/L/N." To your surprise, your father leaves the house without saying another word. "Eat on children, otherwise the food will get cold." Polly says after a moment and puts the gun back in her skirt pocket. "You did well Finn." The little one is beaming with pride, he has done his job as Arthur told him to do. You and Ada also start picking at your food again, even if you're not hungry you have to eat for your baby. ---   You won't hear a word from your parents for the next few days. You're trying to get into a normal daily routine. You go to nursing school, do the shopping and take care of Finn with Ada, even if you realize that it all costs you more energy than before and you often sleep a few hours before eating. It takes you over a week to sit down and write a letter to John.   My dear John,   I hope you're doing well, I hope you're all doing well. I miss you so terribly. But I also have news. Good news I think, at least that's what Polly says all the time. I wish I could look you in the eye and deliver this message to you personally, but unfortunately I can't. I'm pregnant, we're going to have a little baby. I don't know if you're happy or not, I hope you are. I hope it's good news for you too. My parents are very angry, not only because of the pregnancy, but also because they know about us now. About us and our engagement. Father was very angry, I think he would have liked to get on the next train to go to France to put a bullet in your head. I hope he comes to terms with the new situation. Mom wanted me to have an abortion, but I want to have this child even though we're not married yet. I'm staying with Polly now. It's okay, although I'm saddened by my parents' reaction. But everything will be fine. Once you're home everything will be fine. I know that! I just hope you'll be with me again soon. I can't wait to see you again.   We're waiting for you at home.   Love Y/N     Polly will make sure the letter gets to the post office the same day. You're nervous about John's answer, but deep in your heart you know that everything will be fine.   ---   The next few weeks go by far too quickly, your belly is growing all the time and it's becoming difficult to hide it under loose clothing. On a Tuesday afternoon, after your class, the director of the school comes up to you. "Miss Y/L/N." you startle, but you smile. "How can I help you sir?" his stern gaze doesn't soften for a second, he first looks at you, then his gaze goes to your stomach and then to your finger, on which the engagement ring is stretched but no wedding ring yet. In that second you know he knows and you swallow the lump in your throat. "Your tuition has not been paid so I have spoken to your father and he has clarified your situation to me. I hereby inform you that you are no longer welcome at my school. Have a nice day." with that he turns away and leaves you standing. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you swallow them and turn to leave. You just want to get out of here. Emily slips past you, when she sees your face she stops. "Y/N, what happened?" ask her worried. "Nothing." you say, but your voice trembles way too much. Emily doesn't believe you. She grabs your hand. "You're lying, tell me what's going on." her voice is soft, but you still shake your head. "Believe me, you don't want to be seen with me." you say, break free and just run away. As you enter Polly's house, you finally let the tears roll down your cheeks. Ada looks at you, startled. "What happened? Is something wrong? Is something wrong with the baby?" she asks immediately. "The baby is fine." you say quickly to calm her down. You didn't want to scare her. "I was kicked out of school. My father stopped paying and told the principal everything. Of course they don't want unmarried pregnant women at their school." Ada hugs you. "What assholes." "Don't curse in front of the baby." you say softly which makes Ada giggle. "I try it." You wipe the tears from your face and try a smile. "It's not that bad, I never wanted to be a nurse anyway." you say and carefully stroke your growing belly with one hand. Even if you never wanted to become a nurse, you enjoyed the training and it was a nice feeling to have something of your own, to be able to learn. But because of your pregnancy, that's being taken away from you now. It's unfair, the whole world is unfair. But then you have to think about the little baby growing inside you and you know it's worth all this trouble. You would go through hell for your little baby and it's not even born yet. "Letters have come from France." says Ada suddenly. "Why don't you say that directly?" you say, all sadness and anger is suddenly forgotten. "I thought it was something with the baby." Ada takes a letter and holds it out to you. You immediately recognize John's handwriting and rip the letter out of Ada's hand, but when you try to open it your hands are shaking too much. "What if he wants an abortion." you say in a toneless voice. "We're still so young, and don't get married either." Adam sighs. "I don't think so. But you have to read the letter for it. I can stay here and hold your hand if you want." You nod and sit down next to Ada on the small sofa. Her warm hand encloses yours and you carefully open the letter.   My beloved wife,   I know this is a difficult time for you, but nothing in my life has ever made me happier than reading that you are pregnant. I don't care that your parents hate me, but I'm sorry you're suffering. I wish I could do something. Maybe your parents will forgive us once we're married, after all we're family then. I miss you so much my princess. I just think about you and our little baby all the time. When I come home we'll get married and I'll buy a house and we'll be a real little family. Just that thought makes me happier than I've ever been in my life. You're my reason to stay alive and come home and now you've given me another reason, I swear I'm coming home to you and our baby. I'll be back before the baby comes and I'll hold your hand during the birth, I promise.   I love you. your husband John     His words lighten your heart and are all that keeps you going for the next few months. You can no longer hide your stomach under baggy clothes and you notice people's looks. They look at you like an outcast, some even shouting snide remarks after you. You try to ignore it, but you find it difficult. You write a letter to your mother asking her to come visit you. But she doesn't answer you. Ada tries to cheer you up all the time, but she doesn't succeed. You're sitting in the living room with Finn, practicing reading with him, when there's a knock and Emily enters. "Hello Y/N. I hope it's okay that I visit you." You nod, surprised that she is coming to visit you, but she sits down next to you and smiles kindly. "Everybody talks at school. They say you got pregnant and now the Shelbys are forcing you to have the baby. Some also say that Polly put a gypsy curse on your family." she says calmly. "I'm sorry." You don't know what to say and just nod. "How are you? What does the doctor say? Is the child healthy?" "I'm fine. I miss John and yes the baby is fine. The doctor says he's a bit big for his age so it's probably going to be a boy but Polly swears it's going to be a girl. I am it doesn't matter, I just want the baby to be healthy and for John to come home." "Would you like to go into town a little, maybe for some tea? I invite you." Emily still looks at you kindly and you nod. Distraction would certainly do you good. So the two of you hit the road and spend a relaxing time together, Emily shielding you from most looks, she doesn't seem to care that you're pregnant and unmarried. She seems like a really good friend. "I often get letters from my brother, he says it's terrible in France. He says war makes frightened children out of the best men. He says soldiers are dying like flies in summer." You set the tea aside, sickened at the thought that John might die. Emily catches your gaze. "Oh my god Y/N! I'm so sorry I wasn't thinking. Isn't John writing you?" "Yes, often. Just not about the war. He writes that he misses me and that he loves me. And he writes that he is happy about our child." you answer. Emily nods. "I didn't mean to make you sad. John is in a different unit, so maybe it's not so bad for him." "Yes, perhaps." you answer and try to find your good mood again. It's late when Emily escorts you home, the sun has set and the streets are dark ahead of you. Suddenly you hear a whistling from the side and three drunk men come towards you. Not again! Somehow Emily and you attract bad luck. "Nah sweethearts. Why so late on the road?" says a man, but you ignore him and walk on. But of course the men stand in your way. "Come on honey, I can see you're just a stupid whore. After all, you got yourself pregnant and that without a husband." his cold hand grabs your arm and you try to pull away. "Leave her alone." Emily intervenes, but she is held by another man. You panic, but you try to stay calm. Suddenly a loud bang cuts through the evening silence. You jump, startled, and only when the man collapses in front of you do you realize that the bang was a shot. The other men stare in horror at their friend, who is bleeding on the floor. "Nobody touch this woman! By order of the Peaky Blinders." Jeremiah Jesus is standing across the street, stowing his gun. He'd been in France for the last year, you know that. You didn't know he came back already and you didn't know he was in the Peaky Blinders. "Go home now." he says to you and Emily. You nod and then start walking. The shock is still deep, Jeremiah had just shot a man for you, on the orders of the Peaky Pictures. By order of John. Your whole body is shaking when you and Emily come home. "So much excitement is not good for the baby." Emily keeps saying, you can see from her pale face and her trembling hands that the whole situation upset her too. "Let's never talk about this again." you say in a cold voice and stroke your stomach. You are safe now, John saved you. That's the only thing you want to think about right now.   ---   John's next letter contains not only declarations of love and promises that he will be back soon, but also a list of children's names. You read through this list a hundred times and talk to Ada about which name she likes. "You don't have to worry about boy names. It's going to be a girl." says Polly with a slight smile on her face. "But the doctors say it will be a boy." or so you say. "The doctors are wrong my child." Polly strokes your hair once and then makes her way back to the kitchen. Finn runs into the living room and jumps on Ada's lap. "What are you doing?" he asks. "We're thinking of a name for your nephew or nephew." "For John and Y/N Baby?" "Right." you say. "I'm looking forward to the baby." Finn says. You kiss his head. "I'm looking forward to the baby too." you say and smile at the little boy. "Would you like to read us something?" asks Ada. Finn thinks for a moment. "I can't read very well yet." "That's not true. You read great, please." "OK." Finn jumps up and gets one of his exercise books. He really can't read very well, but it's Ada's and your job to boost his confidence and support him. You lean back on the small sofa while Finn reads, stuttering. You're incredibly tired again, but you're trying to stay awake. There is an incredible stillness in this moment and you look forward to your future life as Shelby. With John by your side and your little baby. He'll be home soon and he promised to hold your hand when your baby is born.   ---   John didn't keep his promise. When your water bursts you are alone with Ada and Polly, the men are still far away in France. You've never been in pain like this, the birth drags on for hours and you curse John for doing this to you and for not being here now. At the same time, you want nothing more than to hold his hand. But he's not with you, so you hold Ada's hand and cry with her. But when you hold the little bundle in your arms, everything is forgotten. There's nothing more important than your little girl and that she's okay. "She looks healthy and strong." says Polly. "You did well dear. I'm proud of you." You want to write John a letter right away, but you're too weak, you can't even sit properly by yourself. Besides, you'd have to let your daughter out of your arms and that's the last thing you want. "I can write him a letter." Polly says and you nod. "Please hurry, it's supposed to be out in the mail today. John must know we're fine." Polly nods with a smile and brushes a strand of sweaty hair away from your face. "I will write immediately." she says in a soft voice. "Sleep a little now, the birth was exhausting for you." "But.." "No but Y/N. Your daughter is sleeping anyway, and Ada can watch out for that." "I will not leave your side." Ada says, sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. "I'll take care of you and the little one." "Her name is Katie." you say in a low voice. You try hard not to fall asleep, even if your eyes keep falling. "That's a beautiful name." says Ada. "Sleep now Y/N. It's all good." Ada says soothing words and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.   You always thought John was the love of your life and nothing could replace him in your heart. But the second you looked into your daughter's eyes for the first time, you knew that John would be number two in your heart. You have never felt such unconditional love. Polly and the doctors say your little girl is doing well. And you couldn't be prouder of her. Your new favourite activity is watching Katie all day long.   Finn never leaves your side, he loves his nephew and takes care of her as best he can. Even though Katie takes up all of your attention and time, you try to take care of Finn as much as possible. You don't want him to feel replaced by Katie and get jealous of the little girl.   It takes about two weeks for John's reply to come from France.   My beloved wife, I'm begging you, never let Polly write a letter for you again. When I saw her handwriting and not yours, my heart almost stopped, I thought I lost you. Please don't ever do this to me again. But nothing in my life has made me happier than to read that our little girl is born. I'm sorry I couldn't be with you. I know I promised, but the war is still going on and unfortunately there is no end in sight. I never thought I'd be gone for so long. I'm sorry. I hope that I can come home soon. I miss you and our little girl even though I haven't met her yet. I'm also supposed to give you congratulations from Tommy and Arthur. They are also looking forward to getting to know our little girl soon. I hope you are doing well and you are happy.   I love you and Katie. Please tell her every day that her father loves her.   John   ---   One afternoon, you've just laid Katie down, there's a knock on the door. Polly is in the shop and Ada is shopping, so you answer the door. Your mother is in front of you. "Mom?" you ask surprised and let her into the little house. "Hello my child." says your mother, she looks around the little house a little bit, she seems out of place but she smiles at you. You don't know exactly what she wants from you. "I heard you had your baby." she says. "Yes. A girl, her name is Katie." you say. Your mother smiles and her eyes gather tears. "May I meet her?" "She sleeps." you answer. You feel the need to hug your mother and cry. But you're still angry anyway. You needed her and she wasn't there. "Y/N. My dear child. I'm so sorry. I know I reacted wrongly. I was just so angry that you didn't listen to me and kept your relationship with that Shelby boy a secret from me. And then the pregnancy, without marriage." "I know I shouldn't have kept it a secret from you. But I didn't know what else to do. Mom, I love John and he loves me. You and Dad would never have accepted the relationship and sent me away." Your mother sighs. "I understand you. It took time but I understand you now. And when I heard your baby was here my only thought was that I missed the birth and how sorry I was that I wasn't there for you. I know you needed me. I can never make it up to you. But please Y/N. I want to be a part of your life again and I want to be a part of my grandchild's life too." "Her name is Katie." "A beautiful name." You sigh and then you jump over your shadow and hug your mother. All your feelings are boiling over, the strain with Katie, the heartbreak for John, that he miss the first year of his daughters life and missing your mother. You don't want to be mad at her. You love her. "I like to watch Katie sleep. Would you like to sit with me?" "Of course. Thank you." You quietly go up the narrow staircase to John's room, which is now more yours and Katie's room. Your mother quietly enters the room behind you, her eyes immediately go to the small cot. Your little girl is sleeping peacefully. Tears come to your mother's eyes when she sees Katie for the first time. "She is beautiful." she whispers and grabs your hand. "She looks like you when you were little. Only the nose is different." "She has John's eyes too." you answer quietly. You spent hours looking at Katie, looking for similarities to you and John. You sit on the edge of the bed, your mother stands by the cot and looks down at the baby. There is only love in her eyes and you are so relieved that your mother has forgiven you. But you also know your father didn't. Otherwise he would be here and your mother wouldn't have come during his working hours. You know she's here secretly without her saying it. You don't know how much time has passed, but you hear Polly downstairs in the kitchen. She now closes the betting shop for a few hours in the afternoon. Enough customers only come in the evening, so that it wouldn’t be worthwhile to open the Shop the whole day. Katie slowly starts to wake up and cry. She is hungry. Immediately you are at her bed and pick her up. "I have to feed her." you say, your mother looks at you and you can see in her eyes that she is proud of you. "I have to apologize to Ms Shelby." your mother whispers, turning away from you and Katie. you nod "She's downstairs." Your mother takes a deep breath and then leaves the small room. You'd love to be part of the conversation, but priority is now on Katie. With her in your arms you sit down on the old bed and start breastfeeding her. When Katie is full, you wrap her diaper and then go down the stairs with her in your arms. In the kitchen, Polly and your mother are having a cup of tea and seem to be talking peacefully. When you enter the room, they both look up. A smile appears on Polly's face as always when she sees Katie. She stretches out her arms and you put the little girl in her arms. She immediately starts babbling happily as she lies in Polly's arms. Your mother looks at Polly with a sad smile, you know she would love to hold Katie too, but to Katie she is a stranger and you are not sure how your baby will react. "Your mother apologized to me." Polly says to you as you pour yourself a cup of tea. "She is now welcome back in our house." You're relieved to hear that. "Thank you Aunt Polly." then you turned to your mother. "Father doesn't know you're here right?" "I'm sorry. He's still mad, he says he doesn't have a daughter anymore." Actually, you would have thought that you would start crying now, but all you do is nod and pet your daughter's head. It's his bad luck if he doesn't want to meet your little miracle. "Would you like to hold her?" Your mother's eyes well up again. "Yes of course." You nod and Polly carefully hands Katie to your mother. Katie looks at your mother skeptically. "This is my mom. Your grandma." you whisper and kiss her head. Katie grabs your mother's finger and holds it tight. Now tears are running down your mother's cheeks. "Hi Katie. Nice to meet you. I'm sorry it took so long." she whispers. From that day on, your mother will come to Watery Lane at least once a week, bringing something with her each time. Dresses, hats and toys for Katie, coats for you, Ada and Polly. Even books for Finn. Sometimes she slips a little money in your skirt pocket. "We don't need the money." you say, even if it's a lie. "I know, but I want to support you. Please let me do that for you." When your mother is with you, she never mentions your father, but you've come to terms with the fact that your father will hate you forever. For the so-called mistake you made, but you wouldn't give up on Katie for the world, she's not a mistake, she's the greatest happiness of your life. The only thing missing from your life now is John.   Katie starts crawling without meeting her father. Katie starts walking without knowing her father. Katie stutters her first words, she says “Mama”. And even if at this moment your heart is overflowing with happiness and love, you would like to start crying because John is not here to hear her first word.   ---   Autumn is slowly coming to an end and it is getting colder and colder. You wrap yourself in your coat while you carry the groceries home. A cold wind whistles around your ears and you are glad when you finally step into the warm house. Finn and Katie run towards you immediately. "Y/N, Katie is stealing my toys." says Finn and clings to your legs. You place the heavy basket of groceries on the table and bend down to the ten-year-old. He has long been too heavy for you to pick him up. "Ada says I can." says Katie, you brush her blond curls away from her face. "Share the toys." you suggest. "I don't want to share with her though, she's still a baby." says Finn. You sigh "You're right Finn. But if a baby wants to play with your toys, doesn't that mean you're too old for them?" you ask and tilt your head. Finn thinks for a moment. "You're right, I'm too old for toys like that." he says and hands Katie the carved wooden horse. "These are toys for babies." Katie doesn't care, she grabs the horse and hugs it to her chest like it's her greatest treasure, she knows the little wooden horse used to belong to her father. Suddenly the door behind you flies open and Ada storms into the kitchen. The newspaper in her hand. "The war is over. They're coming home." Tears run down her cheeks and she laughs with joy. "They're finally coming home."

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John never shuts up, but that's alright with you bc he loves to compliment you. He never stops praising you and normally that would be fine, but tonight it's a problem. He has you next to him in a darkened booth of the Garrison, one leg slung over his and impossibly close to his large, rough hand as he explores your wet folds, venturing one finger and then another inside you. You drop your head to his shoulder as he begins to pump his fingers lazily and place kisses to your temple. His face belies the pleasure he's giving you, but you're quickly coming undone beneath him. He's quick to notice your sharp gasps, whispering praises in your ear, "My sweet girl, you look so beautiful. Bet you'll look a picture when you cum on my fingers. Will you let go for me so I can see it?" And he seduces you with such charm, you do, just for him, hiding your face in his neck to muffle your cries.

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Lilac And Lilacs | John Shelby

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summary: thomas wants john to marry esme lee to finally put an end to the shelby-lee family war. john’s heart however belongs to francesca wellington, the barmaid at the garrison who finds john’s romantic talk charming but is oblivious to his intentions with her

pairing: fem! oc x john shelby

words: 2.2k

a/n: john is more romantic in this fic than canon, still i find it to be somewhat believable. my choice of words for john are more proper but nonetheless believable in my eyes if john really tried to impress a girl. even if you aren’t a fan of oc fanfics i promise y’all will love this

The door to the Garrison flew open with a loud bang, eyes of the customers already enjoying their pints fixated on John Shelby as his heavy footsteps weighted the old wooden floor of the pub. His gaze met the emerald eyes of Francesca Wellington, who gave him a defeated look; a reminder to leave the building unharmed at his expense.

‘Sorry, darling, old habits.’ His soft tone rang bells inside her head. A light blooming in the pit of her stomach as John sat down at the counter and grinned, his pearly white teeth nothing but inviting.

‘Old habits still have an urge for whiskey?’ Francesca returned the smile, her eyes reflecting the sunlight only he seemed to take notice of.

‘They do.’ John lifted his cap off his head and set it aside, the rough and violent part of him too.

Harsh walls let down that were only ever meant for her. Francesca was the only one that John ever allowed himself to be more relaxed with. More calm and less tough. A yin-yang relationship that turned heads even inside of the room, though it was no secret that the two of them were close.

‘Coming right up, Mr. Shelby.’ Her cheery voice echoed deep into his mind, the colour yellow coming to mind. Just like the sun.

‘I told you to call me John on more than one occasion, Frankie.’

‘I know,’ Francesca briefly turned around to grab a bottle of whiskey that was standing on display. ‘But it feels so informal, you know…you being a Peaky Blinder especially a founder.’ The gradual high tone that made her statement sound more like a question made him chuckle.

‘We are friends, are we not?’ John’s fingertips grazed the rim of the glass.

‘Depends how you define friends, John.’ She raised an amused eyebrow, annunciating his name with a grin, her hair the colour of wheat and sunshine more beautiful than John had remembered.

‘I believe that friends always listen to what the other has to say.’

‘I’m a barmaid, that is quite literally my job.’ Francesca placed an ashtray next to the glass. ‘To listen to old men wail about their wives and children, how they regret the life they chose and how everything is so awful, but that I am the highlight of their day…though I believe they’re talking about the bottle of whiskey more than me.’ Her giggle warmed his heart on the cold November morning.

‘Why wouldn’t you be the highlight of their day?’ John leaned forward, his breath so close she could feel it on her neck as he removed a piece of dust that was sitting on top of her hair.

Collecting herself, Francesca let out a small cough. ‘I’m a barmaid walking around in filth. Dirt all over myself, messy hair,’

‘You’re still gorgeous to me…’ The seriousness in John’s tone and face let a light blush warm the cheeks of Francesca, her fingers rubbing against each other under the counter that was the only thing separating their bodies.

Francesca’s mind wandered to Thomas Shelby. John’s older brother and the head of the Peaky Blinders. If he set something in motion then it would happen. No one dared crossing him. Why John ignored his brother’s orders was beyond what she could imagine.

‘John,’ she coughed, shaking her head at the same time. ‘You can’t say that,’ her eyes scanned to see if anyone was listening in. ‘I can’t be found being courted by one of Small Heath’s most eligible bachelors. It’s not proper for me or you.’

‘I never intend to marry Esme.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I don’t love her.’

‘Marriage is about convenience, John.’ Francesca said, her mind forced back to reality when she found herself thinking of the life she could lead with him if the circumstances were aligned with their fate.

‘Not in my eyes.’ He downed the rest of the amber gold liquid that burned his throat. ‘I want to marry for love. For a partner that matches my half…not too perfectly though because that would feel too artificial.’

‘Such a romantic at heart.’ She poked at him, his love hidden behind his eyes as clear as the summer sky the day he first saw her.

‘You have no idea, Frankie.’

For a short moment it was quiet. Cars driving past the Garrison, the sound of clanking metal, and worried mothers running after their children. John’s eyes were on Francesca the entire time she had turned her back to him, trying to gather a moment of clarity, hidden by the cleaning of various glasses that had piled up beside the sink.

‘I want to be with you, Frankie.’ His soft tone had once more invaded all her senses.

‘John, I— I don’t think you would want to be with me.’ She turned around.

‘You’re everything that I want.’

‘And what do I have?’ Her hands slammed onto the counter. Her face was pained with all of the confessions he had made the past minutes, yet she struggled to be angry at him.

John leaned forward, his pink lips pulled into a smirk as his breath met her rosy cheeks. ‘My name written all over you.’

Francesca pulled away hastily, head turning in every direction to make sure no one had heard the thing he had said. ‘John!’ She half yelled before lowering her voice, ‘You’re making me blush.’

‘I like seeing you red because of me. Makes my ego a little bit bigger than it already is.’ And he was met with a firm slap on his upper arm.

‘I don’t think I’m built for the life you lead…All the violence? Not only would I constantly be worried about my safety but also yours.’

‘So you worry about me, huh?’

‘John.’

‘I would protect you from all violence.’ He reached out to firmly hold her soft hand that felt like it already belonged to him. ‘My hands carry the weight of blood and punches so that you can wear the finest jewellery in the world.’

Francesca’s head tilted to the side, her fingers brushing against his wrist.

‘I mean it.’

She retrieved her hand, ‘You’re flirting with me in a bar full of men that have nothing better to do than to listen and eye us up and down.’

‘I’m a Shelby. I can do whatever I want, and this lady,’ he turns around, all men staring at him. ‘Feels uncomfortable with all of you listening in so unless you want to keep your ears, you keep to your business and your business only. Have I made myself clear?’

Men muttered, turning around instantly and didn’t dare to turn their heads once more. John too turned back around again, his smile painted back on.

‘John has gone all soft.’ A voice said from the back, the smile quickly dropping off of John’s face as he turned around, grabbed his cap and stormed to the direction of the voice where he grabbed a fistful of the man’s collar bringing him to his knees.

John’s free hand took the cap, the blades close to the man’s face who was now panicking.

‘I have not gone soft.’ John breathed through his teeth. ‘I merely treat a woman how she should be. Now remember what I said about the ears of the men inside this building? Same goes for your lips and tongue. I hate to repeat myself, so leave this establishment before I ruin this new suit I just got. Hate to ruin such fine work with a man’s blood not worth it.’

The man stumbled, his friends following him outside of the door. The rest of the room stuck to their business as John had instructed them moments ago.

Francesca met John’s face with widened eyes.

‘Frankie, I would never let a scratch on your body. If I did it would be the day I’d stop existing.’ He cupped her cheeks with one hand, his thumb stroking her cheek.

‘How are you ever going to make sure that I don’t get hurt? That’s practically impossible. What if I fall into a river?’ She smiled, still stern.

‘Then I will bleed every river dry that flows on this earth to stop you from ever falling into one.’

John’s grip on Francesca’s cheek grew tighter as he slowly yet steadily pulled her closer, close enough to let him kiss her as he had imagined over a hundred times. Her lips melted into his. Engulfed by his desire to deepen the kiss and push himself against her then was physically possible but it was enough that for this moment he could feel her beyond her hand and cheek. Her lips as addictive as cocaine.

John dreaded pulling away from her but held her close. ‘I’m addicted to you.’

‘What,’ she breathed deeply, her mind still processing what had just happened.

‘Every time I’m away from you, my heart only wants to feel you. My eyes want to see you. My ears want to hear your voice that’s sweet like honey. My nose wants your smell, my skin your touch. My lips melting into yours until we both forget our names.’ He paused for a brief moment, his eyes holding hers. ‘I’m addicted to you, Francesca Wellington. My heart, body, and soul belong to you. Yours to love, yours to hate, simply and utterly yours. You don’t have to be mine but I will always be yours.’

Words.

Simply just words, but they had made Francesca forget everything and anything that wasn’t John. She forgot that he was to marry Esme despite what he wanted. She forgot that she wasn’t enough, that she couldn’t give him what he needed despite his every belief.

‘John,’ her breaths drew heavier, ‘I— I told you that this cannot happen.’ She pulled away, stumbling back and steadying herself against the back counter. ‘You are marrying Esme! You are setting me up to be the girl discarded by Shelby when I already work as a maid and had a daughter out of wedlock! I’m a whore and it wouldn’t do a Shelby good to be seen with a whore. With me.’

‘You have bewitched me.’ John’s hand shot towards Francesca’s wrist, her breath caught in her throat as her lips trembled, looking at the man she felt for but could not be able to feel anymore. ‘On days I do not see you, even the warmth of the sun does not make the coldness of your absence any more bearable. The flowers hang as the dry soil does not give them what they need to survive. My heart feels an ever pit of loneliness when you are not around me. You are the sun my heart, mind, soul orbit around. They can only be complete if you are my center. Without you nothing makes sense.’

Francesca’s tears had stained her lilac dress, the colour now a deeper purple. A growing pain in her chest that made it hard to breathe. Her hands felt weighted and felt the urge to drop down to the wooden floor but she fought back, her eyes not ready to part from John’s face that has never looked the way it did at this present moment.

‘If I marry Esme, every waking moment until I close my eyes I will long for you. For your touch, your smell, your laugh, my heart clenches at the thought of a future without you. Every day I pass the lilacs that are planted in front of the flower shop and every day I fight the urge to not buy you every lilac I see because the colour reminds me of the ribbon in your hair. I don’t care what Tommy has planned for me because if you are not in his plans, there is no reason for me to continue breathing as I do now.’

‘John, I—‘

‘If you do not say that you feel the same way about me, it is better to not say anything at all. The pain would still be great but I couldn’t stomach it if you would speak the words that would break my heart.’

The urge to kiss him felt tiresome as Francesca fought every nerve in her body, blood pulsing through her veins, trying not to give in. But what happens if you leave a cheese trap for a mouse? They take it, no matter how often they do it. They take the risk.

Francesca pulled John in for a kiss. Her hands on either side of his head as John leaned over even further to taste the sweetness of the woman he had longed for.

‘Yes.’ Francesca breathed out heavily, her chest rising and falling.

‘Yes what?’

‘I’ll be with you.’

‘You will?’ John’s eyes lit up brighter than the light that shone above them.

Francesca nodded, her lips curling into a warming smile.

John pulled her in for another kiss, this time savouring her taste that he would taste and cherish for the rest of his life.

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[thewritersaddictions]

Peaky Blinders: The Shelby Master List

Thomas Shelby

Sparkling White (07/27/22)

Bloody Fight (06/12/23)

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

The Shelbys-

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[notyour-valentine]

PDA ~ John Shelby Headcanon

Masterlist

Out of all the brothers, he is the least shy about PDA. He doesn’t care if he’s at the Garrison, at one of Tommy’s fancy fundraisers or at the races.

His display of affection also hasn’t changed since he met you, being the same since you had been at sixteen.

He’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder or whirl you about in his arms when he’s excited about a horse winning

Another of his favourites, however, is heckling you from afar, either from across the Garrison or straight through the owner’s enclosure, whistling or throwing compliments at you so loud that everyone could hear, making all their heads turn while you would implode with embarrassment

Occasionally he’d even use really cheesy pick up lines, actively picking the worst ones

Sometimes they’d make you groan, sometimes they’d make you laugh, but sometimes you’d pretend to be strangers and stun all the people around you when you act like they actually (seem to) work

John’s also not shy to kiss you in public, in fact, it doesn’t bother him in the slightest if people are watching - so no wide brimmed hats for you that could get in the way

He also loves to have you sitting in his lap. Tommy hates it if its in the owner’s enclosure, but he has long given up

There had been one attempt where he had ordered you two to stop and John had promptly attempted to sit in your lap just to annoy his brother (although to be fair that was more your idea than his) Since then, Tommy has stuck to disapproving looks

Of course, it irritates the toffs, but you don’t care at their sneers and pearl clutching

Besides, it’s not like a Shelby is thrown out anywhere, no matter what you two would get up to

Thank you for reading- I hope you enjoyed.

Here you can find my Masterlist as well as Tommy and Arthur

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[peaky1wh0re]

Smash.

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[mythos-writes]

john shelby falls in love with a nurse, pretty please?

John Shelby x Reader

Plot: (Y/N) is a nurse at the hospital, one night she was walking home and found someone beaten almost to death, so she decides to help him out...

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Beaten up John, smoking, swearing, mentions of getting jumped, stitches

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

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It was a cold spring night in Small Heath. A storm was rolling in for the night, making people want to get home before it started. Most people spent some time within the pubs, but not long into the night. 

(Y/N) was making her way home from the hospital after a shift. It was a long shift, with many close calls, many stitches and gunshot wounds, and a few death calls. She just wanted to get back to her small house and relax from her trauma. As she passed one of the alleyways a few blocks from her house, she hears a groan. A groan that she had heard so many times before. 

She stopped and looked down the dark alley, not seeing anything directly. She inched closer, following the small sound. She saw a man battered and beaten lying lifeless on the ground. She gasped and quickly moved to check on him. (Y/N) checked his pulse, hoping that it was still there. She let out a sigh of relief when she felt a soft one.  

“Hey,” she says, rubbing up and down his sternum, trying to get him to wake up. The man groans out trying to move her hand. 

“Sir, I am going to need you to get up. You are hurt and we need to get these wounds cleaned and stitched up,” she firmly states, still rubbing his sternum. The man starts to come around, he tries to open his eyes, but one is swollen shut already. 

“Where am I?” he questions, very confused at the whole situation. 

“You are in an alleyway and you need to be stitched up. We aren’t far from my house and I need to get you there. So can you stand?” she quickly questions, making sure he doesn’t go back unconscious. He starts to move, (Y/N) keeping her hands on him in case he falls. 

“Yeah, I think,” he slurs. He stumbles a little, trying to get his feet under himself.

He takes a limped step, (Y/N) and wraps his arm around her shoulder, helping keep his balance, getting out of the darker alley. She directs him towards her house, slowly but quickly walking. 

Eventually, they arrive at her door. She fishs’ out her key from her pocket, letting themselves in, and goes towards her kitchen. She sets him down before finding what she needed. She doused a rag in alcohol before handing the man the bottle. He took a swig as she placed it against his head. He winced, causing her to pull back a little, but then just returned to her spot. 

“So does my patient have a name?” she questions, breaking the silence that was setting in. Her gaze moves from the rag to his blue eyes. 

“You don’t know who I am?” he questions, clearly surprised at her words. 

“If I knew who you are, I wouldn’t be asking,” she sassed. A dry laugh leaves his mouth. 

“John. John Shelby,” he states. (Y/N) stopped her movements to take in the information. She had heard about the Shelbys and the Peaky Blinders. She had tried to ignore any rumours about them and to stay away from their pub and work. 

“So you are part of the Peaky Blinders?” she asks, already knowing the answer. 

“So you do know who I am,” John says, he tried to raise an eyebrow but one is swollen and the other has the rag on it.  

“I know what you and your family do, but I didn’t know what you looked like. I try to stay away from your family's work when I can,” (Y/N) states while placing the now bloodied rag down. She observes his face for a moment before getting the sanitized needle and thread. “Unfortunately for you, that cut won’t heal properly without a stitch,” she states while threading the needle. 

John took another swig from the bottle before nodding, making her continue. He winced again when the needle went through. 

“So what did you do to get beat up this bad?” she asks. 

“Not sure, there is a list,” he comments, a small laugh leaves her lips as she continues. “You are really good at this,” he compliments. 

“I would hope so, I have to do this for a living,” she says finishing up. 

“You work at the hospital?” he questions again. (Y/N) nods while tieing off the thread.  She reaches for a new rag and the bottle from John’s hand. Pouring some more alcohol onto the clean rag and placing it on the fresh stitch. 

John quickly reaches out and grabs her thigh and gives them a big squeeze. He didn’t think about it at the moment, just needing something to help cope with the pain. Once she finished, the realization of where his hands were set in. 

“Ah, sorry,” he says while hastily removing his grip on her. (Y/N) just nodded before checking the time. 

“I don’t want you walking home this late, you’re going to stay the night. I have a spare room that you can stay in,” she states while placing the rags in the sink. 

“I don’t think that's nec-” he tries to say while getting up, but falls right back down into the chair. She sends him a pointed look.

“Where is the room again?” he asks in defeat.

It has been a couple of days since when (Y/N) found a beaten-up John Shelby in a dark alleyway. Even though she hadn’t seen him around, she had noticed more Peaky men wherever she went. It could have been just a grown awareness of them, but if this was a way that John was repaying her, she thought it was kinda sweet. 

It was (Y/N)’s day off and the weather was nice. She was sitting outside on her stoup, reading a new book she had picked up that morning, and smoking a cigarette. A pair of footsteps caught her attention away from the words on her page. She looked up and saw John walking towards her. His black eye was still prominent, but his cuts had healed up nicely. 

“Hello Mr. Shelby,” she states, putting out her smoke and putting down her book. He smiles at her before stopping a few steps away. 

“Hello, Ms. (Y/L/N). I hope I’m not bothering you on this rare afternoon,” he replies, his natural cockiness returning. 

“Not at all. I am glad to see you healing up nicely,” she says, gesturing towards his face. 

“Uhh, I just wanted to stop by and say thank you. For not leaving me in that alley… and for stitching me up,” he says, hands in his pockets. She observes his body language and gives him a gentle smile.

“You’re welcome. Even if you weren’t a Shelby, I would have helped you. It comes with my job,” she says. He nods before looking up the street. 

“I also came by to ask you to the horse race this weekend,” he says, moving closer. 

“Are you asking me out on a date Mr. Shelby?” she asks, trying to make him squirm a little. 

“I might be,” he retorts with his cocky smile adorning his face. 

“Well then it’s a yes,” she says, getting up and moving closer to the gangster, returning his smile.

“Alright, I will see you Saturday morning then,” he says, taking her presence in again before he starts to leave.

A couple of months have passed since John started seeing (Y/N). Things have been pretty smooth. If (Y/N) had a late shift, he would make sure he was waiting outside to walk her home. If she had a night shift, he would try to do her house chores when he was in town so she could get some sleep. (Y/N) would try to do things for John when she could, but John never minded that, he enjoyed the company that she brought.  

Tonight was just like most nights when she was done and John was waiting outside. He looked a little more annoyed than on a normal night, with him puffing out smoke from his cigar like a train engine. 

“John?” she questions, him snapping out of his daze. “Are you ok?” she asks. John moves closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, making their way back to her house. 

“I’m fine. My brothers were getting on me before I came here is all,” he replies, throwing his bud onto the ground. 

“Oh yeah, and what were they bugging you about this time?” she asks. 

“You,” he states. She is kinda shocked by his answer, but he continues. “ They were pointing out how you have me around your finger, with me walking you home at night and taking care of you when you come home in the early hours of the mornings.” 

(Y/N) stops her steps, John moves to be in front of her. The streetlamp illuminates them in the darkening surroundings. She looks deep into his eyes, seeing the emotions that he hides. 

“I don’t know if this is too early to say this but I am in love with you (Y/N). I’ve loved you since that night you patched me up,” he confesses. 

“John you had barely known me,’ she rebuttals. His face went from a frown to his signature smile. 

“Yes, but you took care of me like we had known each other forever. You stole my heart that night (Y/N), and I became smitten with you, love,” John admits. (Y/N) felt her heart warm at his confession. She has to admit, that her feelings for the third oldest Shelby have grown immensely. Before he could get another word out of his confession, she grabs his suit jacket and brings him down for a kiss. It shocked him at first but quickly started to kiss back.

“How about we take this back to my place,” she suggests, breaking the kiss before John took full dominance. He smiles before kissing her again.

“How about we take this back to my place,” she suggests, breaking the kiss before John took full dominance. He smiles before kissing her again. 

“Oh darling you will be the death of me,” he comments before wrapping his arm around her shoulder and moving towards her house.

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