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season 4 alfie n tommy is alfie constantly making jokes abt wanting to sleep with tommy which tommy ignores/doesnt take srsly but alfie 100% means it
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But the truth is you are going to be fkin dead soon. Then your starlings will peck out your blue eyes, won't they?
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The Many Faces of Thomas Shelby ~ Peaky Blinders
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There is no better line in the whole show than
"Tommy Shelby is gonna stop the revolution with his cock"
You can't change my mind
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Imagine:Waking up from a nightmare the night before Luca leaves for Birmingham
“Please don’t go.” You try again, knowing all too well how useless your words are. He won’t change his mind after planning this vendetta for over a year.
He only holds you tighter and leaves a soft kiss on your head that’s buried under his chin.
Your tears soak through his shirt as he lets you sob on his chest.
Part of you is angry at him, for being so stubborn to the point he will put his own life at risk for the sake of one that’s already gone, for not caring enough not to leave you alone. But another part is too terrified to find the strength to unlock your arms from his body, so you let yourself bathe in his warmth for as long as you can.
“You’ll have everything you need while I’m gone.” He says, and you shake your head as the words are still coming out of his lips because no, you won’t have what you need.
“I need you..” A sob breaks your voice and the only thing he does is rub a hand on your back, trying to placate your shaking. “What if-“
“Sh..shh..” He interrupts you, knowing where this is going. “I’ll come back to you.”
He slides both hands on your cheeks, holding your face close to his, foreheads almost touching. It’s pitch black in the room, but somehow you can see his eyes.
“I promise.”
You ignore the nauseating feeling your brain sends your guts, and nod your head.
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A./N.How would you call this tiny little thing, is it a blurb or what? Anyways, I just thought I’d leave something concrete to compensate my absence. I only read it twice, so I hope it’s not too shitty. Enjoy ;)
xoxo-L
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I finished watching season 4 of Peaky Blinders and as usual, I have a few thoughts 😌💅🏻
Luca Changretta was such a great character to have on the show. Adrian Brody absolutely nailed it, I wish he were there throughout the whole show to be honest
I loved Alfie so much.. I know we’ll get to see him again but his dynamic with Tommy was so great. Their friendship and the mutual respect that they had for each other made it so much fun to watch. Both were also very clever and understood each other so well. Tom Hardy and Cillian Murphy are both so intense on screen and they have such great chemistry, it just made it so good
Polly is a Queen. She is a princess, a queen and a badass. She is the goal, she must be protected. She can do no wrong in my eyes. She is also so pretty… 😍🥰
I’m kind of already done with Michael at this point lol Though, truthfully, I never liked him
Lizzie is growing on me, but still… I feel like her character was so forced on us. I don’t get why they keep including her in everything. She is reliable but she is only reliable because she is desperate for Tommy to see her as an actual human being and not just a reliable prostitute who works for his company. Most of her scenes with Tommy are painful to watch, I wish she were just a woman working for the company but not interested in Tommy like that. Then I’m sure we would appreciate her more
Grace… has become an idea.. ?? I think? An idea of “what could have been”?? Obviously I loved them together, but I’m a bit uncertain when it comes to Tommy’s feelings for her. I don’t know. Again, I’m saying this and I know about the “Our love still remains” scene in 5x1. It just seems to me that Tommy might also feel that way about the girlfriend that he had before going to war.. 😬. But I’m uncertain
#peaky blinders#Peaky blinders season 4#I still LOVE the Tommy x Grace relationship but in insight I’m not 100% sure it meant that much to him… 🥲
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Title: Ch.1: First Impressions
Summary: The year is 1925. Main character Jacqueline Rose is part of an organized crime family in Chicago during the 1920s when a family rival Luca Changretta of the Sicilian Mafia over takes them. Desperate for help, Jacqueline travels to Birmingham where another crime family is experiencing the same thing, to try and join as well as make an alliance with the notorious Peaky Blinders. Meeting with the one and only Thomas Shelby, Jacqueline hopes to persuade him and his family he can trust her to take down their common enemy, but will he? Will the Shelby Family trust her?
Word Count: 2,483
Warnings: mentions killing
A/N: based off of season 4 of Peaky Blinders so spoilers if you have not seen season 4. Some events happened in the show and others I added my own. This is not the official chapter one title. I will be posting each chapter separate some in parts until I am done with the entire fan fic which will consist of 6 chapters total. Once done I will make a big post and link the official chapters in the post. Hope you guys enjoy I've been working on this entire fan fic for six years now lol. Anyway, hope you guys like the first chapter<3
I step out of the automobile and close the door behind me. Standing outside in the foggy streets of Birmingham in the neighborhood of Small Heath, winter of 1925 with my rose print coat and my mini black purse clenched tightly by my side. The cold breeze brushed through my hair as I walked down the lane. Watery Lane, they called it. I inhale sharply. This is what I have to do to save myself. My fear would be hard to conquer, but I had to do it if I wanted to survive.
My name is Jacqueline Rose. I am 23 years old and I am the daughter of once the most notorious gangster in the Midwest, Clifton Rose. My family was the biggest ruling gang in Chicago called The Blood Red Roses. Everyone feared us. Even Al Capone knew not to mess with us. I was born in downtown Chicago. I lived there my whole life. I am the youngest of two brothers. My other older brother, Alex, is still alive and is now the leader of our gang. My oldest brother Charles was killed in a shootout along with my father on the same day by our enemy, Luca Changretta. Leader of an Italian gang and part of the Sicilian Mafia in New York. They were good friends with my family until one day things changed and they turned their back on us. We have allies but once they found out he took us over, they all refused to offer aid because Luca threatened them not to help us. No one can beat their numbers, there are a ton of them.
For a year now there have been bloodbaths between our two families. More like a vendetta, you may call it. Most of the people working for us are not family but close friends. The majority of my gang escaped or were killed. Luca Changretta wants to erase my family's name from the face of the earth, but I won't let him. I was an assassin for my family’s gang and I was good at it. So what am I doing here in Birmingham England? To join a new gang, a notorious gang, to form a new alliance, and to have protection. They call themselves the Peaky Blinders.
I stand in front of the headquarters located on Watery Lane and stare at the two doors which read, SHELBY COMPANY LIMITED. The Shelby family runs it, and Thomas Shelby is their head. I’ve heard about the man and how handsome he is, kind, but also very manipulative. The Shelbys also hate Luca Changretta and his gang, so there’s one thing we have in common, which might help me get this job.
I walk towards the entrance to the building’s headquarters, almost being toppled over by pedestrians. As soon as I walked in, dozens of men with nice suits white collared shirts, gray vests, and peaked caps, were rushing past me. The paper was flying, the phones were ringing, and this was one busy place. I walk to the front desk, to see a woman with black bobbed hair and green eyes.
“Hello, can I help you?” she asks looking up at me.
“ I have an appointment with Mr. Thomas Shelby.”
“Hold on one moment please,” she tells me and picks up the phone. After a few seconds, she hangs up the phone and gestures to me to follow her.
“This way,” she says. Upstairs was more calm and less noisy. The woman told me to wait in the hall for a moment before she would call me into Mr. Shelby’s office. A few minutes pass and the woman comes back.
”Ma’am? Mr. Shelby is ready for you,” she says, taking me to a set of two tall brown doors that read Shelby Company Ltd. As the woman opened the doors, I took a deep breath, walked in, and saw a tall figure standing in front of the sunlit window with a straight posture holding a drink in his hand. The room smelled like cigarettes, whiskey, and cologne. There was so much space between me and his desk. He turns around and I am stunned by his facial features. His jawline was sharp as a knife, he looked to be in his early to mid-thirties and had the most beautiful ice-blue eyes. Not a wrinkle in sight on his gray vest or the sleeves of his white collared shirt underneath. Half of a golden chain hung out of his pocket, the rest tucked in his vest.
“Jacqueline Rose.”
“Thomas Shelby,” he says, extending out his hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shelby,” I say, walking up to shake his hand. He clears his throat.
“Please sit,” he gestures and I take a seat in a wooden round armchair, crossing my legs with my purse on my lap to appear a bit more charming. His long polished wooden desk had stacks of paperwork, a bottle of whiskey, a crystal ashtray, a telephone, a bowl-shaped lamp, and some letters. Behind him was a spinning globe and a big brown bookshelf filled with books, family pictures, and on the wall hung paintings of horses.
“Would you like some?” he asks, pointing to the bottle of whiskey in front of him.
“Yes, that would be lovely,” I reply. It would be rude to reject a drink since I am coming to his aid.
“My secretary recalls you are from America, yeah?” He pours me a glass and hands the drink to me.
“Yes. Chicago to be exact.” I take the drink in my sweaty hands, take a sip, and rest the glass on my lap.
“So, Ms. Rose,” he says, leaning back in his leather chair and lighting a cigarette. “What brings you here to Birmingham?” he asks, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
“I’m here because I want to work for you.” He blinks at me with no expression on his face and leans forward on his desk.
“My apologies, but I’m afraid all the women vacancies have been filled,” he says.
“Oh I won’t be working in the women's positions, I'll be working with the men,” I tell him, giving a half-smile. He stares at me unfazed and takes a drag of his cigarette.
“Are you a whore?” he asks bluntly.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Are you a whore?” he asks again nonchalantly. I clench my jaw slightly.
“No, I’m not a whore, Mr. Shelby,” I implied.
“If you’re not a whore then you’ve come to the wrong place then,” he says, exhaling a swirl of smoke. ‘Or you could be a barmaid,” he suggests.
“I’m not here to be a whore or a barmaid Mr. Shelby. I already told you what I came here for.” I was losing my patience.
“With all due respect Ms. Rose I don't think…I don’t think you are suited for it,” he says plainly. I stare at him, fixing my eyes on him.
“Do you know who I am, Mr. Shelby?”
“Only your name and that’s about it,” he replies, taking a smoke of his cigarette. I stare at him with a fierce look in my eyes and smirk.
“ I guess you can say I am part of an organized crime gang called The Blood Red Roses. As you can see by my coat,” I say, implying my black coat full of roses grinning proudly. He quickly takes back a smile as I continue. “We work with the mafia, we kill anyone who comes in our way, those who betray us, and we are known for showing no mercy. You must’ve heard about us, I’m sure.” He nods slowly.
“You know, I believe I might've heard of your organization.”
“I know you have. We’re hard to miss,” I tell him, smirking.
“I see, and what role did you play in your family's business?” he asks, taking a drag of his cigarette. I stare at him with hostile eyes leaning closer.
“ I was the assassin.” He swallows but tries to act unconcerned. He plays with his cigarette on the ashtray without looking at me due to fear but is forced to because of the information I told him.
“Why do you want to work for The Peaky Blinders?” he asks curiously.
“I want to work for The Peaky Blinders because I need help. My family is ruined and I need your family’s protection,” I tell him.
“Why us? I’m sure you have lots of allies willing to help you back in Chicago, no?” I shake my head.
“No. We don’t.”
“What happened to them?”
“They were all threatened by our common enemy. Luca Changretta.” His face becomes pale as if the blood was drained out of him from mentioning that name.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. I unclasp my purse and take out a white card with a black hand printed on it.
“I’m assuming he gave you this?” I ask, sliding him the card.
“They got you too eh?” he scoffs looking down at the card.
“For a year now,” I tell him.
“Fuck,” he says leaning back in his chair and rubbing his eyes. I grabbed the card and put it back in my purse, I took a look around the room. The pictures of the family were hard not to miss.
“I can see you’re a family man. You value family and you’d do anything to protect them.”
“It’s true, you’re not wrong,” he says, sighing. “ I grew this business for my family. Started you as a regular working-class family but then we moved up in the world, so yes, I agree. I would say I consider myself a family man,” he says, taking a sip of whiskey.
“If you agree then you should be open to the idea. The idea of me working for you, because Mr. Shelby I too value family and would do anything to protect mine. Even if it means doing sacrifices of the unthinkable. I assume you have made sacrifices for your family before.” He says nothing but looks at the pen he is fiddling with on his desk. “Help protect a family member as if it was your own. I am counting on you and your family Mr. Shelby. Let me prove it to you I can be of good help-”
“I don’t know! I don’t fuckin know, alright?” he yells getting up and walking to the window in frustration.
“I don't even know you,” he says, turning around.
“Then get to,” I tell him. He scoffs smoking his cigarette, fixing his attention back out the window.
“How can we trust you?” How do we not know you’re some spy of Luca’s?”
“Our fathers worked together for years,” I told him.
“Oh did they,” he says unimpressed.
“Yes, they did. They kept it a secret, which is why it makes me believe that if they did, and you let me work for you, then I am in partnership with a very decent family.” He slowly looks at me, switching his eyes to the floor before drawing his cigarette. He stands there gazing out the window, thinking.
“You need me.”
“No, I don’t think we do,” he says, clenching his jaw ever so slightly as if he changed his mind last minute.
“You don’t think you guys need me? How many of Luca’s men have you killed?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow. He doesn’t respond and instead looks at his feet.
“Mhm, exactly what I suspected. Zero.” He looks at me and rolls his eyes.
“ I killed four of his men. By myself, while my gang was under attack. Four versus zero here Mr. Shelby, you know who’s winning in this vendetta right now. My organization consists of five hundred and more members stationed all across the globe. How many are there of you? Twenty, thirty perhaps, and you guys couldn’t even kill one?” He doesn’t respond to my question and looks annoyed as he looks out the window.“Also Mr. Shelby I must add, it was so easy getting through the front door of this place, anyone could walk right in here,” I point out. “If I were you, I would invest some time for better security.” He scoffs at me and looks away, taking another drag of his cigarette.
“Although, think about this. Hear me out. Together we can defeat this son of a bitch. I know you want to defeat him as much as I do and be free of this burden,” I explained to him. This caught his attention slightly. Judging from the facial expressions, he doesn’t know what to do, to be honest. He doesn't know if he should say yes to me or no. I get up from my chair and stand in front of his desk. “Listen, Mr. Shelby, I am good at my job. I have killed many people. About half of those people were Luca’s.” I trace the outside rim of my glass. “You see, I’ve heard of the notorious Peaky Blinders of Birmingham and knew they’d be good. I know I can trust your family, knowing that I would get the same trust back, and this is why I came here,” I explain. There was a moment of silence before he gave me a response. I couldn’t tell if his face read terror or craziness from what I said. He probably never heard of a woman killing as many people before. He stepped back from the window, took one last drag of his cigarette before pressing it on the tray, and put his hands in his pockets
“If we hire you, what will we get in return?”
“An alliance with The Blood Red Roses. A partnership of course. We’ll provide you with anything you need. I heard you guys are into the liquor business, no? You already have relations in Boston, think of what Chicago can bring you. I’ll make sure to bootleg your product over here,” I say. He nods slightly leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.
“Please. I’ll prove it to you.” I plead.
“Alright,” he tells me. “You’re hired.” A sigh of relief goes through my whole body.
“Thank you, Mr. Shelby.”
“I may have hired you, but I still need to get my family’s approval. Meet me at this address tomorrow night at seven o’clock, wear something nice, but not too fancy, and don’t be late,” he says handing me a piece of paper.
“I won’t,” I tell him. He leads me to the door and opens it for me.
“It was nice to meet you, Ms. Rose and welcome to Birmingham,” he says.
“Thank you and I look forward to working with you Mr. Shelby,” I say, shaking his hand.
“Til tomorrow then,” he says.
“Til tomorrow,” I confirm with a smile on my face, walking away with my heels clicking behind me. Victory never felt so good.
To be continued of this chapter...
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No Man's Land.
Summary: Lizzie's friend happens to be too busy for the day, so she recommends that you take on the job of helping the youngest of the Shelby brothers out.
Warnings: mentions of prostitution and sex, allusions at abuse, society rooted in misoginy.
Pairings: Finn Shelby x f!Reader (platonic for now!)
Characters: Finn Shelby, Prostitute! f!Reader.
Word Count: 2306.
This is set in Season 4! <3 Hope you enjoy your reading!!
You looked at yourself in the framed mirror that hung on one of the corners of the crowded room. The image that greeted you did not at all reflect what you felt inside. Make up helped hide your sunken eyes, and gave you and the rest of the world the comfortable illusion that everything was just fine; that you didn’t loathe every single second of your day with a burning passion.
Sleep was hard, but then again, it was that way for most women, at least in your line of work.
Your lips looked nearly naked, swollen and numb, but it was ok. The next one wouldn’t notice, you doubted he would even care at all if he did. You covered your skin in a disguise anyway; cheeks flushed, alive, and lips fresh, eyes hungry for more, fingers willing to please.
To please a man, you thought, a Shelby man.
That should mean something, should make you feel nervous, scared even, but you were surprisingly calm as you brushed your hair into place.
No matter the name before it, a man was a man, and that you knew how to handle.
Even though dangerous, like any wild animal, once you learnt their language, your chances at survival increased greatly, to the point where sometimes you may even feel safe around them.
That, you had learnt the hard way, was as much an illusion as the smile that automatically grew on your face when you heard the doorbell ring outside, signaling for you to get ready. As was the curve on your back, or the confident tilt of your head as a man made his way into the room, deciding your fate for the rest of the day.
“Mr. Shelby, is it?” the young man nodded his head, but his face was tense and hard, he closed the door behind him almost hesitantly.
He waited a few seconds before he met your eyes, then hastily proceeded to avoid your gaze.
A flash of wild blue was what you had expected when you were told that a Shelby would be visiting today, or even a pair of dark stones, menacing, hungry for what laid beneath your clothes.
That wasn't what you found in his face for that brief moment though, his eyes were not as dark as caves nor as cold as ice; they felt bashful, innocent, like a fawn wandering a little too far away from home for comfort.
That, you thought at that moment, must've been one of the many illusions that surrounded you these days. After all, this was one of the Shelby brothers standing in front of you, and the blood on their hands was something nearly impossible to overlook, as was their infamous reputation.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he stood at the entrance for a bit too long, which meant that you had to stand up to go and greet him first. You groaned internally as your body ached in protest, your legs sore, your skin burning in tender places, but you didn't let him see that. You offered a hand, and he took it; sweaty, and warm, but that didn't matter. You gently pulled him towards the center of the room, to the foot of the bed, where you sat and waited for him to follow suit.
He was a good looking young man indeed, but this was not enough to fool you. You had witnessed beautiful forest fires; but that never stopped them from burning everything down to ashes.
Albeit you would've thought a Shelby man to be quite rowdier than this one was.
Once again, it was you who broke the silence.
“I know that the plan was to meet with Lizzie’s friend and not me, so I apologize if I can't reach your expectations. I promise I will try, Mr. Shelby,” as you spoke, you performed what you had memorized expertly, exposing your bare breasts to the dusty air of the room. He didn't need to talk, you knew what was expected of you, and you were sure he’d make you know otherwise, so you paid no mind to his silence.
“It’s fine.” his eyes darted towards your hands as you placed them on his leg, and he shifted in place.
“There's no need to be nervous, sir, I will do anything you ask for,” squeezing one of your hands, you took his with the other and gently led it towards your chest, trying to show him the way, but he wriggled it out of your grasp before any contact was made, scooting away from you uncomfortably. It didn’t leave your hands any colder than before, but his body language did cause a sting at the pit of your stomach, even if for a second.
You pursed your lips then, slightly shocked as you tried to decipher his behavior.
“You really don’t need to,” his face was pointing opposite from you, and you wondered what could be of more interest to him than what you had to offer.
“I’m confused.” trying to gain his attention back, you spoke, searching for his gaze with a lean of your body. He barely glanced at your face.
“This is not right, I don’t want to… to force anything, ‘right?” you tried to make sense of his words, looking elsewhere. You were starting to feel frustrated. Was this some sort of game? Was he making fun of you? He didn’t look like he was having fun, precisely. Why was he here, then?
“Do you find me unpleasant, Mr. Shelby?” there wasn’t as much honey tangled in your voice anymore as there was a moment ago, words coming out sharper than you intended them to. Time wasn’t something you enjoyed spending, let alone waste it. If he wished to change whores, he should be a man about it and just say it.
“Please don't call me that.”
“Isn't that your name, though, sir?” your patience was wearing thin, but your voice remained calm.
“My name is Finn, and, I don't,” he stopped himself, seeming to think his words over before he spoke. “it's not that I find you unpleasant, believe me, I’m just… I don’t want this, not this way…”
“Right…” you busied your hands with buttoning up your blouse, concentrating on each button individually. This gave you time to think as the man paced around the room aimlessly. “but you paid for this service.” you carefully pointed out.
“Yes, I know. Look, my family just expects me to, and I thought that I could do it, but… I don't like the way I’m feeling right now.” you couldn’t stop the small frown that made its way to your face. Of course, he was one of those.
“Ashamed?” you wanted to get this over with.
“No, not ashamed!” he looked at you then, and he must’ve seen something lingering in your gaze, because his eyes opened slightly more than usual, and he rushed to say his next words. “This has nothing to do with you and everything to do with my family, I promise.”
You sighed.
‘’Why does your family expect you to?’’
‘’I thought it might be a good idea to tell them that I was, well… a virgin.’’ his last words were soft, like a shameful confession, but you heard them clearly.
‘’Oh,’’ your gaze dropped to the floor for a second. A virgin. That concept was so far away from you, it felt strange to hear it again, to reflect on its meaning like you did once, when you were a child. You do remember the fear, though. Knowing that someday it would be taken from you, painfully, ripped away like a wobbly tooth by someone that did not understand, nor care.
Because they couldn’t understand, not one bit.
Yet, how could you explain the fear that you could see dancing in his soft green eyes? Suddenly you felt as if you were looking at yourself, a version of yourself lost long ago, that knew no delusions; not yet. The one you would do anything to keep safely wrapped around your arms.
How could a Shelby, out of all people, feel so fragile under your eyes?
And how was he alive?
‘’Apparently they think it's time for me to become a man, so,’’
‘’You’re not a man?’’ tilting your head to the side, you questioned.
‘’Not until I’ve fucked, I’m not.’’ you exhaled a laugh at that, getting up from your seat by the bed, and walking up to the small cabinet under the mirror. Opening it, you pulled a small bottle of rum out, pouring it out into one of the glasses that sat on top. Finn Shelby observed your movements from his side of the room, fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves.
‘’I mean no offense by this, but that's a weird logic to have.’’ you walked up to him then, offering the glass up. He looked at it for a moment before taking it, with a nod of his head. You went back to fill your own.
‘’You think?’’
‘’I know.’’ you turned to look at him again, leaning back against the cabinet and stopping to sip on your drink. ‘’I’ve met all kinds of people, and I can assure you, no matter how many times they’d visit our whorehouse, or whomever they chose to fuck each night, that didn't make them any more of a man than they were before. Not in my eyes.’’ you shrugged.
‘’So fuck, or don’t. It’s the shit that you do outside of that what will tell everyone else what sort of man you’ve chosen to be.’’
He was silent again, but pain was visibly haunting his face. This was an intense chat to have with a stranger, but somehow this room, the very same room that held countless wars each day, some of them bloody and terrifying, had become no man’s land for the both of you, the sounds of guns and screams too far away for you to hear, and a strange sense of calm filling your chests.
‘’You don’t need to worry about me, I won’t tell anyone,’’ setting your glass down, you busied yourself looking for something else, giving him time to think, since he seemed to need it.
Once you found what you were looking for, you approached him again.
‘’Here,’’ you reached out your hand again, this time holding up to him a considerable amount of money; the same amount that you had received for the job. He seemed to snap out of his small trance then, knitting both eyebrows together softly.
‘’No, no, please keep it!’’ he held your hands and pushed them back gently.
‘’You payed for the fucking, and we’re not fucking, are we?’’ he didn’t let go of your hands, stubbornly holding them close to you.
‘’Let me pay you for your time, otherwise I’ll feel awful,’’
‘’Alright, if that's what you want, I thank you.’’
‘’I should be the one to thank you, really, uh… uhm… ‘’ he stared blankly at you for a second. You noticed his ears turning red, beneath all the freckles that adorned his skin.
‘’Something the matter?’’ you quirked one eyebrow up.
‘’I just realized I never asked for your name, that’s all.’’ he shook his head with an embarrassed smile, and you turned to look at him for a moment while you put the money back in its former place.
‘’My name? And why would that matter?’’ with a light groan, you fully rose back to your feet.
God, you felt like sleeping. You hadn’t felt like sleeping in weeks.
‘’How can we become friends if I don't even know what to call you, miss?’’ his smile took you off guard, you had to admit. Lips folding into themselves with a soft curve, bared teeth never seemed so harmless in your eyes.
‘’I suppose you're right,’’ after you told him your name, you reached for your glass and took a final swig, the both of you falling into a silence that could not be described accurately, for it didn’t make you uncomfortable, but at the same time, it gave you a sense of vertigo that felt deeply unusual.
Finn, on the other hand, looked way calmer than before, and you didn’t know him enough to tell, but you could swear there was a hint of the smile before lingering at the corners of his mouth.
‘’Well, I… will be taking my leave now, I’m supposed to be making money. But I’m glad to have met a man as respectable as you’ve proven to be, Finn,’’ you figured some theatricals wouldn't hurt, so you courtly bowed at him with a smile, turning to go for the door.
You stopped when you heard him call your name, however.
‘’Will you stay? I’ve some money left to spend, and I did enjoy our chat, you’re honest.'' when you turned to look at him, he was sitting on the bed again, a light smile while he looked at you. You couldn't help but return it.
''You’re paying me to speak to me? Shouldn't that be the other way around? You’re the Shelby, I’m just…''
“You’re you, and I’m me. At least in this room,'' he didn't stop looking in your eyes whilst you approached his sitting figure, waiting for some sort of confirmation, some mutual agreement. You pursed your lips, looking around for a moment.
''No man in sight?'' he shook his head at your words, and you stepped closer to the bed, to the free spot beside him.
''No woman either,'' he dared say as you sat down finally, letting your back hit the soft bed, and stretching your arms comfortably. You agreed, silently.
''Man, woman, what in the fuck does that mean, anyway?'' you whispered back, and he followed you down onto the softness.
#peaky blinders#peaky blinders imagine#finn#finn shelby#prostitute!reader#oneshot#finn x reader#finn shelby x y/n#finn shelby x reader#season 4#s4#female reader#fem presenting reader#platonic
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tommy shelby + licking his lips
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14th Century AU
Lord: Tommy Shelby
Heir: Charles Shelby
Lady: Ruby Shelby
Chancellor: Lizzie Stark
Advisor: Ada Thorne
Champion: Arthur Shelby
Treasurer: Polly Grey
Controller (Accountant): Michael Grey
Huntmaster: (summoned from the dead) John Shelby
Knight: Johnny Dogs
Squires: Finn Shelby, Isiah Jesus
Minstrel: (summoned from the dead) Grace Shelby
Farrier/Groom: Curly
Blacksmith/Armourer: Charles Strong
Chatelaine: Frances
Herald: Alfie Solomons
Pastor: Jeremiah Jesus
#no idea what this is; random thought!#brought to you by looking at Charlie and Curly and Johnny Dogs and wondering what their positions would be if Tommy was an actual Lord#vaguely contemplated a 'Haunted House' AU where they all have to get together and roleplay to satisfy the classist poltergeist in Arrow#season 4-ish#peaky blinders
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Now I would never cheat on Thomas Shelby with anybody in the “Peaky Blinders” world but Luca Changretta 🤸🏾♂️💦🥰listennnnnn come on his accent, his suits, his swag, & his arrogance is intoxicating. He is perfect but he played in Tommy’s face so he had to go lol. But I would devote my life to him.
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The Shelbys ~ Peaky Blinders ~ Season 4
#peaky blinders#peakyblindersedit#peaky fookin blinders#peakyblinders season 4#thomas shelby#thomasshelbyedit#tommy shelby#tommyshelbyedit#arthur shelby#polly shelby#finn shelby#ada shelby#lizzie stark#luca changretta#alfie solomons
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Watching S4E2 is a kind of self inflicted torture I put myself through way too often
#bbc peaky blinders#peaky blinders#john shelby#s4e2#peaky blinders season 4#why do i do this to myself#marsie posts
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ARE YOU GONNA THROW THAT OUT??
I thank @zablife for tagging me and giving me the chance to post this because I seriously doubt this will ever come out.
I have MANY drafts left there to rot, so I’ll make a small list of my faves here.
Luca marries a very young Shelby sister (yes, I know it’s not original and yes, I have an age gap kink) to put an end to the vendetta. His family can’t stand the fact he’s brought a filthy gipsy girl home, he deserves better. Between the hate from his family and the nostalgia for her own, she has to learn how to live her new life. (Multi chapter-Angst and fluff, some violence, and a lot of race discrimination.)
Matteo accidentally catches feelings for his partner in crime, Frederico. (Meaning he accidentally surprises him going at it with another man and he accidentally gets hard from it). He gets scared, angry and confused, so He tries to convince himself it disgusts him, but his heart and his body lead him a different path. (One shot-Smut and fluff, there’s some homophobia throughout the story, it’s basically Matteo’s journey through his newfound homosexuality.)
Matteo sells Luca to the Blinders but it doesn’t end well for him. Luca survives, and he wants to show Matteo how much his betrayal made him suffer. He wants him dead but he can’t find the courage to kill the man he secretly loves. (Drabble-Angst, violence mixed with sex although it doesn’t go as far as r*pe.)
Luca and Matteo have a clandestine relationship, well, not a serious relationship, it’s more like Matteo whores himself for his boss and has some fun making him loose his temper. (Smut.)
They sound the same, I know, but they go different directions when examined in detail. You can ask anything about your favorite to get more information on the plot, I’d love to talk about them!🥰💕
#oc peaky blinders#peaky blinders season 4#peaky blinders smut#peaky blinders fluff#peaky blinders angst#luca changretta x matteo#luca changretta#matteo peaky blinders#frederico peaky blinders
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