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Inspired by the song Silence - by Marshmello feat Khalid.
In a world where the threat of gangsters is impossibly high. Anastasia Adler finds herself thrusted into their life of criminal activity, killings and racketeering. All for the love of one man who makes her feel at peace in the wake of violence.
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A real Peaky Blinder. Studio pin-up @milkandhoneyy_28 is adorned in an embroidered Hustla Cap from our snapback collection. Embodying an effortless sensual allure where stunning ink and vibrant green contrasts with our iconic street-chic aesthetic. Discover FPS headwear via link below.
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An Announcement! (Where I’ve been and what’s next)
Hi lovelies!
I'm doing a bit of an in-depth check in to let you all know where I've been in recent weeks.
First of all, I wanted to let you all know that I am safe and doing relatively well. Recently school - on top of personal things- has kept me occupied and unable to find happiness in writing. As well as that, I also went through a somewhat traumatic experience the other day which I won’t get into for safety’s sake. But just know I am seeking help for it and recovering and should be doing better very, very soon as it wasn’t life changing.
Second of all, I wanted to let you all know that I will be going on a hiatus for the holiday season. This is not only to give myself a break and re-spark my love for writing, but also to dive deep into my requests and smash them out when I return from the hiatus.
This means my requests are now closed at this time, but should be opened again in early January. I will let you know as the date arrives closer.
I’m sorry for any inconvenience I have caused, but I wish you all a happy and safe holiday season nonetheless!
Thank you all so much again for the activity and love I have been receiving <3
Best wishes and with much love,
Milky, xx
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the last of the patrons stumble from the garrison,ㅤthe fading singing of the drunken customer silences as the door swings shut and grace is left to wipe down the tables and clean the mess left behindㅤ-ㅤa mundane task nowhere near dire to her wider mission,ㅤand yet she finds enjoyment in it.ㅤsimple.ㅤa distraction.
lilted birdsong falls from pink lips as slender hands wipe away grime and spilt alcohol,ㅤthe hum of melody accompanied by the tapping of her toes and the rhythmic movements.ㅤfor all the dire and melancholy she is brought on through her orders and reports,ㅤthere is joy in the facade she portrays here.
starter call / @peakyblinder
#peakyblinder#conversation ✧ grace burgess.#main verse ✧ grace burgess.#am i testing grace just for you? yes
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❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜
"Yea, I can tell."
Considering either most simply didn't want to sit at the bar, or they were all too worried of remotely sitting near the other - something she doesn't seem to care too much for, considering she's taken the seat next to him, with just enough gap so they weren't shoulder to shoulder.
"-If you don't mind me saying, you look like you've gotten in a fight recently. . ."
@peakyblinder || random dialogue
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✧ ˚ · . @peakyblinder : ❛ 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗 ' 𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 ? ❜
𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄 . a scent that had become familiar whenever time was shared , even years ago ( a time that seemed like a long lost dream ) . there was little affection for delving in what ifs , for fantasizing about withered opportunities . reality was rarely of a kind nature and neither was thomas shelby . what was the point in digging up old wounds , picking on poorly healed flesh ? ? a sigh leaves red lips as the younger woman wraps her coat back around her shoulders - to at least protect herself from the biting cold that would await outside their previously shared room . ❝ awful . ❞ , amelia repeats with a low voice , almost as if she was gauging the meaning behind his words .
there is always a meaning to what he says , so she thinks . calculating in each and every step , choosing every word with the mind of a chess player planning his next move . there must be more to their scandalous affair than reviving nostalgia . ❝ i was not aware that your feelings towards me were ever that deep . ❞ there is no spite in what the noble says , but rather the knowledge that this man only ever cared for one woman ( and that was , to her experience , not amelia ) .
#peakyblinder#✧ ˚ · . answered ask . 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎#✧ ˚ · . v / peaky blinders . 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎#✧ ˚ · . arc / peaky blinders . 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝟺#this should work with season 4#i really need to re read our MASSIVE plot#but anyway#after amelia came back from america#and the changretta war took off#somewhen in this chaos#watch me crying over this
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@peakyblinder asked: no task is beneath you.
" you're right. and god knows, mr. shelby, i've enough blood on my hands to know this task is no worse than any i've done before. " yet, that's not the point. is it? not when she's the cause of many a heartache back home, and many more in this part of the world. but something shifts within her. something threatens to snap and yield no more. from where she sits in front of his desk, she feels none of the smallness she used to feel in his presence. certainly, he still frightens her. there's not a soul alive able to say anything different. but at those five words and the flood of memories they unlock, she finds the volume drowning out the urge to bow her head, apologize meekly, and shuffle away to complete this job.
she still might. most likely. almost definitely. but studying her hands reminds her of the dozen mugs of tea she poured last night, and the eleven faces grinning around the table as they enjoyed them. eleven people she'll do this task for. eleven people she'll dare to say no for.
" i suppose... i find myself questioning if there's a limit, of late. a certain line that we can't cross, but happen to be facing. how many tasks? how many before someone decides to put a stop to it? i'm not sure if i could claim myself to be a religious woman. i know for a fact that there's no task, no element that can be beneath me. but i do wonder... what sort of legacy am i really leaving behind for my kids when i keep doing these things? what message do i send? will they grow up and think these things are okay? that they're tolerable? we do things that can't be defined in terms of morality, mr. shelby, but for our children. for those that come after we go. but there is a line, i think. " her eyes close. bitten nails soften the fists that ball up in her apron pockets.
" what's the task? "
#peakyblinder#( ' a soul for a soul... ' / reply. )#( v 001: cathair na aisling. ( main verse. ) )#( aisling babe where did this come out of-- )#( BUT ALSO )#( IDK IF THIS IS SMTH U WANNA CONTINUE )#( BUT IF IT IS AND IF U WANT ME TO CHANGE SMTH REGARDLESS )#( LMK )
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❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜
CURT STATEMENT earns him raised brows that scream excuse me? heels click against hardwood floor while approaching the male's desk, leaning over it while sliding glass of scotch away from reach ( just to be a brat. ) 'distraction?' a huff of laughter falls passed the swell of plump lips. of course he'd deem her as nothing but a hindrance. after all, what use could a woman provide in a man's world of power, corruption, contraband, and war — other than PLEASURE. 'you think i'm only good for spreading my legs, tommy?' eyes narrowing, almost as if daring the male to admit it. 'because i can assure you, i'm far from interested in that.' isabella luciano was more than just a pretty face. being the daughter of one of the most formidable men in new york city, earned her a higher role. 'i could help, you know? if you weren't so damn STUBBORN.'
#╰ ✩. writing prompts ╱ answered.#peakyblinder#hope this is ok !#looking forward to writing with you <3
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You see someone dressed like this standing in your garden. What do you do? Oh btw, does paisley work? I hear it's controversial. 😂 • I don't show my braces too oft, only because it is more like an undergarment. Not a big fan of showing it off all the time. However, today was just too hot. Technically it's still winter for many of us, but we've already got summer-like heat. I'll be breaking out the boater real soon! 🎩 • 🌿 What I'm Wearing 🌿 • Hat - Botvela • Shirt - Jack Martin • Tie - Jack English • Vest - N/A • Suit/Coat - N/A • Trousers - Unknown • Socks - Polo Ralph Lauren • Shoes - Cole Haan Please like and comment below to let me know what you think! 👇 #1920s #1930s #yourvintagesoul #vintagestylenotvintagevalues #darkacademia #vintage #vintagestyle #ootd #fashion #vintagefashion #flatcap #peakyblinder #thomasshelby #peakyblinders #suspenders #tie (at Corpus Christi, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpOGOj3gxrM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#1920s#1930s#yourvintagesoul#vintagestylenotvintagevalues#darkacademia#vintage#vintagestyle#ootd#fashion#vintagefashion#flatcap#peakyblinder#thomasshelby#peakyblinders#suspenders#tie
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❝ what’s done is done. ❞
｡ﾟﾟ 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 ᵃᵘᵗᵘᵐⁿ’ˢ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᶦᵈᵉ , ᵖᶦᶜᵗᵘʳᵉˢᵠᵘᵉ ᵍᵉᵐˢ 𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ᶦⁿ ᵘⁿᶦᵗʸ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵘˢᵗᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ 𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕟 , ʰᵉʳ ᶦʳᶦˢᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ 𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗬 ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿ ᵃᵖᶦᵃʳʸ ᶠʳᵉˢʰˡʸ ʰᵃʳᵛᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ----- ---- -- ᵃˡˡ 𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 & ʳᵘᵗᶦˡᵃⁿᵗ . ❝ 𝚋𝚞𝚝 could have you 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 ｍ ｏｒｅ ? ❞
ᵉᵖʰᵉᵐᵉʳᵃˡ 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚 ʳᵉᶦᵍⁿˢ . she sits , ᶜʰᶦⁿ ‘ᵖᵒⁿ ᵖᵃˡᵐ , ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵒᶦᵈˢ ᵒᶠ 𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 ᵒᵖᵗᶦᶜˢ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 ᶠʳᵒᵐ flesh 𝐭𝐨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 : ᵒʳᵃᶜᵘˡᵃʳ , ᵘⁿˢᵉᵗᵗˡᶦⁿᵍ , 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 . ᵃⁿ ᵉᵐᵇᵉˡˡᶦˢʰᵉᵈ ᵐᵉʳˡᵒᵗ - ᶠᶦˡˡᵉᵈ ᵍᵒᵇˡᵉᵗ ˡᶦᶠᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃʷ , ᵛᵉᶦˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ smiling ᵒᶠ ˢᶜᵃʳˡᵉᵗ ᵗᶦᵉʳˢ . ❝ .... ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ what you said ᶦˢ 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 ᵗᵒ ˡᶦᵛᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ expectations , ᶦˢ ᵃˡˡ . ❞
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New pics of My Irish Angel!
#cillian murphy#thomas shelby#cillianmurphy#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#cillianmurphy/thomasshelby#cillian murphy thomas shelby#peakyblinders#thomasshelby#i love you cillian#oppenhiemer#i love cillian murphy
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Silence - Chapter 37
Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader
Summary = Ana’s parents return from London and reveal some upsetting things for Ana.
Warnings = Language, Grammar, Sexual Themes, Pregnancy announced, Violence mentioned, Gang Activity mentioned.
Word Count = 3352
“Good morning” I greeted walking into the tailor shop the next morning. My parents having returned from London yesterday evening when Tommy and I were sharing our news with his family.
It had turned into such a celebration. Arthur disappeared into the betting shop only to return with bottles of rum and whiskey calling for a celebration. John had told Esme to tell the sitter they needed her to stay longer.
I had never seen a family so happier, so excited to welcome a baby into the world it filled my heart with so much love, I had to excuse myself for a good cry.
“Good morning Ana, how are you?” My father smiled glancing up from his work schedule to spare me a glance whereas my mother eyes lifted from her cup of tea to send daggers my way.
I had to refrain from rolling my eyes at her actions. Clearly she was back to hating my very existence, again. Choosing to ignore it, I removed the coat from my shoulders hanging it on the rack beside the door, getting myself ready for the day ahead.
Most of the morning went by without a word, my father and I busy fulfilling orders or fixing whatever came through the door with ease while my mother potted around the shop, turning her nose up at certain fabrics or making unwarranted comments about my work, which I simply choose to ignore.
By late evening, I had started to pack away most of my things, tidying my workspace for tomorrow when my father appeared next to me, a small smile on his face.
“Ana, did Thomas talk to you about the shop?” He asked quietly checking over his shoulder for his wife. “It’s just I haven’t received anything yet and I wondered if he was having second thoughts?”
“You mean about the sell of the shop?” I asked, squinting my eyes in confusion at his choice of words.
“Yes, I know it’s not an investment for him but I am rather desperate.” He nodded, tongue swiping across his bottom lip, a nervous habit he had picked up over the years.
“You’re desperate?” I repeated in question.
“Yes, I thought Thomas would be interested in buying this place because of you. You are an amazing seamstress Ana and deserve your own place, it’s not much now but you can make it your own, Thomas will help you with that.”
“You approached Tommy about the sell, he didn’t approach you?”
“Oh no, no. It was me. Did he tell you otherwise?” My father asked, eyebrow raised in surprise as he looked at me.
“Father why do you want to sell the shop?” I asked employing the Shelby trait of answering a question with a question.
There was just something about this entire situation that felt wrong. Tommy never mentioned considering buying the shop until he slipped the contract into my purse. Unusual but I believed his reasoning as I had learned over the years that Tommy was a big gesture kind of man, especially after a fight.
But my father, he poured his heart and soul into this place, just like his father and grandfather before him.
I knew he wouldn’t have handed it over so easily, not to mention I was under the impression that Tommy made him an offer that was too hard to refuse. My father’s only stipulation being that he wanted the shop to remain under the control of an Alder, that being me.
“That’s not something…”
“Father I am not a little girl anymore and if you expect my partner to buy the shop from you, you will tell me why. This shop is your life so something has clearly happened to make you want to sell it.” I inform him sternly, pushing my shoulders back so I appeared taller, stronger.
“Ana…”
“No father, I am a grown woman not a China doll that will break. I have seen things, been involved with things that will make your head spin at the thought of your daughter being in such situations so you will tell me or I will tell Tommy it’s not happening.”
“You have certainly grown into a fine young woman” He smiled reaching forward stroking my cheek, a sad smile on his face. “Thomas Shelby is one lucky gentleman to have you on his arm.”
“Dad please, just talk to me.”
“You are gonna hate me for this.” He sighed dropping his hand from my face, his head dropping to his chest so he could look at the floor beneath his feet. Inhaling deeply I leaned against my desk, waiting for him to continue.
“It all started with James. We are a small tailor shop in Small Heath, not one of the bigger ones in the bull ring. Money is few and far between Ana, always has been. You know we only made enough to cover the bills, pay for some fabrics that’s it.”
“Yeah but that’s because your savings went to the Shelby’s.” I nod at him remembering him taking a black bag with a large sum of money to the Shelby family the night Arthur had beaten James to a bloody pulp.
It was that night I started taking over the books, monitoring everything that came and went from the shop.
“No, there was no savings Ana. We had nothing, have nothing still.” He continued with a long sigh, his shoulders dropping in sadness.
“But the black bag, it was filled with money. I saw you walk out of here with it.”
“The bag was empty Ana. That night I went somewhere else, somewhere to get the money.” He spoke, finally looking up at me, tears filled his eyes, a few escaping to roll down his cheeks.
My heart began to beat out of my chest as I waited for him to continue, my mind going back to that night. I hadn’t actually seen my father put money into the bag, in fact I hadn’t even seen him go near the safe, I just assumed.
“There was other conditions with the money. Conditions involving you Ana, but then their son left for America after some trouble. We hadn’t heard from them for a long time we thought it was over. Until word got around that you were dating Thomas Shelby.”
I felt vomit rising in my throat at the thought of my parents making a deal with someone and using me as a pawn to secure the money. I knew they didn’t care that much about me but to use me as part of a deal was a brand new level of low.
“They weren’t happy, you were promised to their son. A wife to settle his wild ways…”
“Stop” I held my hand up stopping him mind sentence, my head suddenly becoming light due to everything he was saying. “Stop talking father.”
“I’m sorry Ana, I never wanted this but…”
“You were selling me off to pay a debt?” I spat back, angry tears filling my eyes as I glared at my father. “The Shelby’s would have given you time to pay the money father, free tailoring services probably would have been enough.”
“Then why did they take the money if they are such good hearted people.” My mother’s voice spoke from the doorway.
I wasn’t sure how long she was standing there but with the sour look on her face it had been a while, she was just waiting on her moment to jump in to defend her actions.
“Who wouldn’t take money that was handed to them mother? They are business men. If you wanted to offer above and beyond your means they aren’t going to stop you. They had no loyalties to you, not then.”
“They are monsters who take everything they can to get rich and render the rest of us poor.” She growled back, her frail body barely managing to march over to stand next to her husband who couldn’t even make eye contact with me.
“They are the monsters? You were selling off you daughter to the highest bidder because you couldn’t just sit down and discuss a deal with them and you call yourselves business people?” I scoffed, shaking my head at the pair of them.
“It’s not something I’m proud of Ana…” My father started to say only to stop himself when he realised he actually didn’t have the words to say. The truth had finally come out.
“But it had to be done.” My mother finished for him, a hateful look on her face as she looked over at me. “Then you had to go and mess it all up, letting that devil in your bed.”
“What is the difference between him and the devil you were trying to marry me off to mother?” I asked knowing that the only people in a town like this, with a lot of money were in fact gangsters just like the Shelby’s.
I watched my mother’s face contorted into shock at me words, her eyes blinking at least ten times a second as she tried to come up with a answer to my question but I knew I had her stomped. She had nothing.
Tommy may be a devil to some, I wasn’t naïve I knew he did bad things. Killed people, hurt people but he always had a reason behind it. He didn’t do it because he wanted to. In his own words, he did bad things to a good end. Mostly.
Shaking my head I walked over to the door, grabbing my coat to place it around my shoulders. My mother stood in shock at the realisation of what I had said.
Tommy was no better than the man she was so hell bent on me marrying, the past two years of her hatred was for nothing and she knew it. She was just blinded by whatever ransom these people held over her. And now she had ruined whatever little relationship we had and there was no coming back from that.
“Tommy and I are expecting our first child together, we found out yesterday so consider this my resignation father.” I tell him. My words bringing his head up from the floor to look at me with an unknown expression behind his eyes.
I didn’t want to resign, I loved this shop, I loved tailoring but I couldn’t work here anymore, not with the total strangers I once considered my parents. Watching the realisation of the words, their jaws dropped at my words just as I closed the door tightly behind me.
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It was only when a drop of rain hit off my nose did I break from my thoughts. Since leaving the tailor shop I had walked, just walked becoming completely lost in my thoughts that I was unsure of where I actually ended up.
Looking around I noticed I had walked to Tommy’s office in town. Everything around me was closing. It had just gone after 6pm, people were starting to go home for the day to their families, something Tommy will be doing within the next nine months.
Smiling at the thought I pushed open the large black door, a welcoming warmth hitting my face as I closed the door softly behind me.
“As long as there is more coming in, we are alright.” I heard Tommy’s voice, sighing a breathe a relief that he was here. I just really needed him right now. I needed his arms around me and his chin resting on my head as I inhaled his scent.
“The decorators in the Garrison want paying, Arthur forgot and pulled a gun when they asked so, they’ve stopped.” Lizzie told him, her hands resting on the edge of her desk as she rattled off the information.
“Tommy?” I spoke softly making my presence known as I walked into the room. For once Lizzie wasn’t throwing herself at him, if anything she looked rather stressed with the workload she had been given.
“Alright, just pay em Lizzie.” Tommy brushed off, concern in his eyes when he saw me.
Immediately he knew something wasn’t right as he took in my face. Nodding his head at me, silently summoning me to join him before turning his attention back to the taller, dark haired woman.
“Oh and we need to put an advert in the mail, Garrison grand reopening.” He pointed his index finger at her, immediately Lizzie had a pencil writing his words down.
“And you said there is a letter to go today, special delivery. I wrote it in the diary.” Lizzie spoke up just as Tommy nudged me towards the office door, leading to the staircase and to his office.
“Yes.” He sighed out a heavy breath, his eyes cast down to me before returning to the other woman. “I haven’t written it out yet.”
“Well you can just tell me and I’ll write it down. I learned short hand.” Lizzie explained allowing herself to sink into her chair, pencil at the ready to write, a proud look on her face.
“Fair enough” Tommy nodded, leaving me by the door to walk back into the room, clasping his hands behind his back, he began to speak. “Dear Mr Churchill…”
“Is your pencil broken?” Tommy asked after a moment.
Lizzie just looked over at him with wide eyes due to the nature of the letter whereas I stood by the door wide eyed as Tommy had his back to her the entire time, how did he know she wasn’t writing? The man never ceased to amaze me.
“No, no do go on.”
“Dear Mr Churchill…” Tommy began again.
I felt my eyebrows pull in confusion at the mention of him having to carrying out a task that remain unspecified after being approach by a person of the crown. My mind immediately went to what Major Campbell had said to Tommy at the hospital.
He said he would be back in touch with Tommy once his health had improved and clearly he had been. I dreaded to think how deeply Tommy was involved if this went right up to Churchill. Was everyone corrupt? Was Tommy the good man in all this?
Once he finished speaking, Lizzie informed him that she will have it written up and posted before 7pm. Thanking her, Tommy came to stand next to me once more taking my hand in his with a light squeeze.
“Oh and this came for you today, from America. A place called Poughkeepsie.” Lizzie spoke after him, pulling a letter from her desk, holding it out for him to take, her face unbothered.
“You’ve go to be fucking kidding me” I growled pulling my hand from Tommy’s roughly.
This was the final straw today. I had enough.
Growling to myself, I held back the tears as I looked over at Lizzie who was taken back by outburst, confused by what was happening.
Shaking my head, I walked towards the main door, unsure of where to go but I just couldn’t be here right now. I couldn’t take anymore, I felt like I needed to be alone right now. Everywhere I went to seek comfort, something happened to ruin it.
“Stace, Stace…” I heard Tommy call after me but I chose to ignore him, the tears already starting to fall. “Fuck sake Anastasia.” He yelled, voice vibrating off the walls. It was a tone he had only used once before in the Garrison when I tried to give back the money.
Stopping in my tracks, I held my head high, inhaling through my nose as I wiped the tears away on my coat, refusing to turn around. A big change from the shaking, scared mess he had me in before with that voice.
“Go to my office.” He instructed. Without moving my feet, I looked towards the main door leading out to the street, considering my options. When he spoke again the tone of his voice dangerously low. “Don’t you dare walk out that door.”
I felt something inside of me snap when he said that. Everyone around me was treating me like I was made of glass, afraid that I would break at the slightest touch or cruellest word.
I wasn’t the same Anastasia Adler I was two years ago, I had grown, a lot in those past two years and it was about time everyone had seen it.
“Stop telling me what to do.” I glared over my shoulder at him.
In my peripheral I saw Lizzie’s eyes widen at my disobedience. With a shake of my head I walked outside the rain fully coming down now, soaking me within seconds.
*****
Tommy didn’t follow after me when I left his office, at least not right away and not that I knew of. After spending some time at the cemetery I walked home, wanting to get out of the wet clothes that was clinging to my skin, what started out as a good day turned into something so horrible and I prayed it was nothing more than a nightmare.
My head was pounding by the time I arrived home, in the space of a few hours I felt like my world had been flip on it’s head once more and I didn’t know how much more I could take.
“Welcome home.” Tommy’s voice carried from the kitchen, he appeared around the corner with a cup of hot tea in his hands, dressed only in his white shirt and waistcoat. The first two buttons of his shirt undone.
“Thank you” I whispered, taking the hot cup from his hands after fighting with my coat. It was so wet it had attached itself to me like a second skin making the material harder to get off.
Walking further into the room, the letter from Poughkeepsie sitting on the kitchen table glaring at me. With a scoff and a roll of my eyes I slammed the cup on the table turning on my heel to head back to the bedroom only Tommy stood in my way.
“Read it” He instructed, eyes staring down into my own, the fingers in his left hand pointing towards the table.
“No”
“Why?”
“I’m not reading your whore’s letters Thomas, I do not care for them, nor her” I inform him, making a move to walk around him only he held out his hands taking my upper arms into his carefully stopping my movements.
“Nor do I.” He stated with a shake of his head. Without warning he walked with me back towards the table but he didn’t press me against it. He reached over taking the letter into his hands. “You are who I care about and this baby.”
Releasing me from his grip, he reached into his pocket pulling out his box of matches and taking one from its confines. Striking the stick against the box, a beautiful orange/red flame started to dance between us.
Staring up into his eyes he held the letter between us, the back still sealed, the letter remaining unread. I watched as he put the lit match against it, almost immediately it went up in flames. Tommy’s eyes never looked away from mine as he held the burning letter in his hand.
Feeling the flame getting closer to his fingers he dropped the paper to the ground stomping on it with his foot so it wouldn’t set fire to anything else.
Lifting my gaze from his foot to his face, his face was emotionless but his eyes were hungry not with lust but with love. He was silently telling me everything I needed to know.
I was his, and he was mine and together we were going to get through anything.
Needing to be in his arms I threw myself into his body, wrapping my arms around his back, burying my face into his chest. His scent bringing a feeling of calm over me.
Tommy placed his arms around me, pulling me tighter into him, his head coming down to rest his chin on my head just like I had wanted, just like I had needed.
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@peakyblinder inquired: Some fates are guaranteed, no matter who tries to intervene.
‘practical magic’ prompts ⤷ open!!
“No, that’s why you have to take matters into your hands.” Wanda smiled ruefully, turning her head slightly to steal a glance at the man beside her.  She stared at him momentarily before turning around to face the window once again. She sat in a chair that faced away from the man, but still keeping a watchful gaze on him through the glass reflection.
“Tell me, Mr. Shelby, what is the fate that has you bound? Frankly, I say to hell with predermined destinies, it's yours to begin with and yours to decide.” She delicately lifted a tea cup up to her lips before taking a tiny sip.
#peakyblinder#଼⠀ ݁⠀✴︎〝𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 ¦ ask.#଼⠀݁⠀✴︎〝𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ¦ v.6#(sorry for the wait i hope you like it!)
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𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 are still trembling , wrapped around the dark wooden frame of the crib she sat next to . imagination had always been vivid , yet the terrifying things that unfolded when rest was promised etched themselves into tired mind . IT WAS JUST A DREAM , amelia wants to respond , but she knows better . words of damnation , of a boding ill would lie heavy on her husbands mind . eyes remain focused on the sleeping child , breathing steadily and without any further concern . too young to understand , to sense the oncoming storm that clouded star painted night sky . ❛ i ▬▬ ❜ usual wit is buried underneath anxious thoughts , the smothering weight of possibility . ❛ its fine . im sorry i woke you up . ❜
@peakyblinder 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 : “ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 ? ” ╱ 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐
#peakyblinder#╰ ☆ red right hand ╱ verse ╱ peaky blinders#season five tbt#the season in which everything is finally good#and goes to shit at once
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PEAKY BLINDERS
↳ Season 1 : Episode Five
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this is un fucking believable.
#cillian murphy#tommy shelby#thomas shelby#peakyblinders#his ass is bigger than mine.#why is his back arched like that#what the fuck
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