#Peaky blinders story

[saintsir4n]

HAPPY WITHOUT ME

where tommy shelby feels jealous.

WARNINGS: slight angst

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1919

TOMMY Shelby was a jealous man.

He had been apart from his family for four years. Four gruelling years. He had been to war and back, literally. He had seen things that he could never forget and lost people he had thought he would forever know. And the only thing that kept him going was his family. His Aunt Pol, his sister Ada, his little brother Finn. Other extended members like Isaiah, even fucking Dorothy Martin and her annoying quips. But most of all, between the fighting and the battling beside Arthur and John, his fiancé's wife and child was what pulled him out of the mud.

So when they returned from the Great War, with half brains and half minds, Tommy knew he had to keep pushing. Retake the family business and pull them all up to the highest of places.

Seeing what’s changed in Eden was a shock at first. She was more sure of herself. She wasn’t a nurse anymore. But one of the accountants at the bookies. She could shoot a gun, unlike the last time he had been beside her. And much to his chagrin, she earned more attention than he would have liked.

His Eden was a looker. But he made sure that anyone who leered for too long knew they would be cut a smile each.

“Tom, calm the fuck down,” Eden rolled her eyes, “It’s just lunch. Ada will be there. Little ‘Nara is off with my mum. Finn and Isaiah are off doin’ god knows what.”

“I am calm,” Tommy said gruffly, leaning against their bedroom door, watching his wife fix her earrings whilst looking at her reflection. “Perfectly fuckin’ calm.”

“Tell that to your bloody jaw,” she scoffed.

Tommy dismissed her retort, just as she stood up from the stall she used. The navy blue dress she wore flowed down to her calves. It was bad enough that she wore the hell out of the dress but it was his favourite colour.

“You’re wearin’ that?” He gestured when she turned around.

“A dress? Yes, Tommy. I’m wearin’ a dress.” She flattened it out with her hands, huffing when he blinked at her. “I love you but fuckin’ hell your jealousy is somethin’ I haven’t missed.”

Tommy’s brow arched up, “You sure about that?”

The distance between them had closed with his long strides, making her suck in a deep breath.

“Maybe not.” Eden muttered, “It’s only lunch and then I’ll be back beside you. Steerin’ the ship that is our future.”

His arms had reached out and found her waist, tugging her closer, “Fuck steerin’. We’ll be dragging this lot with us.”

“Whether they like it or not? Why am I not surprised with you.” She snaked an arm around her shoulder, teasingly stroking his bare neck. “Calm down. I’ve been to lunch with Ada plenty of times when you were away.”

“But I’m back now,” he stated firmly, senselessly tightening his grip.

Her amusement faltered, “And what, my freedom goes away?”

“No. I didn’t mean that,” he sighed when she shrugged him off.

“I’ll be safe alright? You trust me?” She asked, frowning at his previous insinuation.

“You’re one of the few people I trust,” Tommy said, running a hand through his hair.

“Good.” She moved away to grab her bag, “Now I’ll see you later.” She could feel him watching as she walked passed, and so she threw a grin at him as she said, “I’ll make sure my other husband drops us off on the way to the betting shop.”

Tommy warned, “Watch it.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

—-

Requested by @jbrownta

[cheekypeakyblinder]

𝕋𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪'𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕

Do you see?

If shits going down.

Arthur is on Tommy's left side and John's on his right side?

Every goddamn time

[awakeningnostalgia]

Peaky Blinders

THOMAS SHELBY

[duahauuoplanh]

Thomas and his pain they let you pass through but they wouldn't' let me pass!

[sl-newsie]

My biggest strength is my biggest curse.

Imagination.

For the rest of my life it will plague me.

Writing stories of passion and romance that will never be real.

Never can be real.

I spin tales of love and in doing so I doom myself for thinking I could ever be the lucky character in my own story.

[red-riding-wood]

PSA - Community Predator

Over a series of months, myself and other Tumblr users -- fic writers, gif makers, fans of created content -- have been victimised by @mrkdvidal1989, who has extensively lied about who he is, preyed on multiple women and denied involvement -- therefore ruining friendships, reputations and feelings, and promised me life-saving medical treatment that he never followed through on.

More information including mine and their stories under the cut.

The reason I am going public with this is twofold:

A) To protect others from being hurt. He is known to reach out to many tumblr users, especially young women in the Cillian Murphy fandom -- but he may have a wider reach beyond this circle. B) Since his "disappearance" three weeks ago and the unravelling of his lies, this man has ruined my life and the only hope I had of obtaining treatment for a condition that has been plaguing me for four years.

Killian Vidal is the name he has chosen to give us, and has claimed to be both a officer commander and general in the mobility troop in the SAS (the general rank does not even exist), has beaten cancer a while ago (but said to another mutual that his "time was running out" and he is currently struggling with it), and a plethora of other life experiences and general knowledge about him that varies in consistency when talking to different people and is questionable in its validity. He has also shared pictures of "himself" that when reverse image searched, belong to different people.

I got to know Kill when he reblogged one of my fanfics (as the story seems to start with a lot of his victims) and he reached out via DMs. We quickly became close friends who called nearly every day on Discord and when I told him about my health issues, he immediately offered to pay for my medical treatment wherever I could find willing doctors.

I was hesitant to believe this at first since all of this seemed too good to be true (and was). He claimed to be very wealthy, enough to afford private jets like it was nothing and to rent me an apartment in the UK in the same building as him. Over time, I grew to trust him because he felt like such a genuine person and friend, which was made all the more believable by the fact that he has such a huge following on Tumblr and was, at the time, part of a vast social network of fans and friends (one of which he even claimed to know IRL -- who will remain anonymous unless they decide to speak out). I decided to ignore the little red flags because I was so desperate to receive this treatment that for me would be life-saving.

For four years, I have been plagued by an array of (mostly) undiagnosed digestive issues that have made my life almost unbearable and have on numerous occasions nearly killed me due to malnutrition. I've spent months in hospital, endured years of malpractice and misdiagnoses, undergone heart surgery, and have tried absolutely everything I can to get better. In the winter of 2023, I was told by my doctor that I was refused in the TPN program (a treatment that may have slowed or stopped my weight loss) and that with or without it, I was looking at mortality. Refusing to stop fighting but having exhausted the public health care system in Canada, I went into 2024 not really having much hope of anything anymore.

So, when Kill came along, that changed. He promised -- and I mean, from the bottom of his heart, promised -- that he would help me get treatment, that he would get me out of my abusive home and fly me to the UK, that he would be there for me as my friend, etc. I was beyond grateful, and as my trust with him built, so did my hope.

The travel plans kept getting put off; originally, he would fly me out as soon as the apartment became available, which was the 11th of Feb, 2024. He kept finding excuses to not book the jet. Finally, it seemed as if around the 15th/16th I would be flying. My health had been declining rapidly and the situation was becoming all the more urgent, and he said he was in contact with a pilot and would send the ticket soon and call me.

That was the last I heard from him. The 16th.

Initially thinking he had ended his life (he had discussed thoughts of suicide with me prior to this), I was beside myself with worry not only thinking one of my closest friends was gone but also that my chance at life was. I reached out to his other friends, and I made several calls to the UK authorities and emergency services and ended up requesting a welfare check be made to see if he was even alive.

They reported that no one under the name Killian Vidal was in the records of the building name he gave me -- the same building that I was meant to live in within that week.

After reaching out to my now beloved friend @kittenonpluto (A.K.A., Cas) on Tumblr, I learned that Kill was in fact alive, and had told her that he was in hospital for digestive issues in Indianopolis, United States (though again, no record of his name in their medical system). He still wouldn't talk to me, but told her to tell me that he would reach out when he was out of hospital.

Cas and I compared information he'd told us (her story will be attached to this post) and looked into the mystery more. He constantly dodged confrontation and questions about the fake photos and information he'd sent her, and seemed to use his completely fabricated hospitalisation as an excuse to not fulfil his promises to myself and her, as well as a means to garner sympathy.

It was quite obvious that he didn't know how the American medical system worked, and he even incorporated elements of my actual story and used them in his. When asked about his treatments, he responded with medically false information. He reported digestive issues, reflux, and having both an NG tube and TPN -- both of which I have experience with -- and let me say, I am beyond disgusted and infuriated that my real life trauma was used as a ploy in all this.

How do we know for a fact this is false? I checked the police case for his welfare check again, and they said that they confirmed him being in the UK at the same time he had told Cas he was in hospital in the States.

After a final confrontation from both Cas and myself (and a desperate final plea for the medical aid he promised me), he was never heard from again from either of us or our friend circles.

I'm now having to pick up the pieces he's left me in and to be honest, I have little to no idea of what the hell to do or how to save myself. The fact that he strung me along for a month and built up my hope that I was going to live only to abandon me without even a word is deplorable to me.

And mine isn't the only story. I've heard from four women on Tumblr (who, again, will remain anonymous unless they choose to speak out) who he has been romantic or sexually involved with (and lied about his involvement, made them out to seem insane or toxic, created rifts in our friendships, toyed with their emotions, and made false promises to of relationships, marriage, and finances).

And that's not including the ex-wife who came back to Tumblr to claim that her and Kill had never met nor married. She was promptly silenced by a "lawyer threat" that we have strong reason to believe was a bluff.

At the end of the day, there are so many lies, half-truths, inconsistencies, etc. this man has wrapped himself in and we don't know for the life of us what his motives are, but from the information that we do know is false, he isn't genuine. He toys with people. He hurts them. Myself and the others that have been affected by this want that to stop.

And at any point, he has the ability to make a new account, and take on a new persona, pretend to be someone else. Tumblr is a wonderful place and I have met so many cool people on here, but please be careful about who you interact with and what you share, because aside from making this post, it is beyond my power to stop him from doing what he does. But after what he did to me, I could not remain silent.

Other Stories

If you have an experience or story with Killian that you would like heard, please reblog it on this thread or make a post. With your consent, I can include a link to it below.

kittenonpluto's story

aurorag98's story

everyoneisawhore's story

your-nanas-house's story

hllywdwhre's story

Final Note

Lastly, if you have read this far, thank you.

If you want to reach out to me about this issue -- whether it's to anonymously share your experience, ask questions, ask for evidence (of which I can back up these statements with), or anything at all --, please do not hesitate to do so. <3

For those who may be worried about the potential legality of this post, everything that I have stated as fact is fact and it is not my intention to slander or spread false information.

[borgialucrezia]

peaky blinders — 4x04 'dangerous' created by steven knight

[tommyshelbyontop22]

𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 : 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛!

Summary: When a young Thomas and Y/N have been best friends since born, glued at the hip go through a series of events when Thomas thinks love has given up on him and he’s just to late for Y/N who always loved him but will something happen for the better?

Hey guys! i know i haven’t posted in a while or finish my story but ill try i’ve just been busy with exams and such! hope you enjoy this story and part one will be out soon and a another trailer!

I’ve kind of also based this story off of one of my favourite songs! anyway part one coming soon! ♡

‘I will’ - The Beatles

[normalbrothers]

Arthur: Tommy Shelby? How about fucking Arthur?! Fucking nice to meet you.

[mcumorningstar]

Masterlist

[ all of my fics will be linked on here. do not post without my permission. otherwise, enjoy and my requests are open !! ]

Riff (WSS)

• Bang Bang

• Friday Nights

• Behind Closed Doors (Or Not)

Larry Durrell (The Durrells, ITV)

• Do Not Disturb

• His Muse

Dodge Mason (Panic)

• Prove It, Cowboy

Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

• A Rose By Any Other Name (on hiatus)

~ Part One

~ Part Two

~ Part Three

[wonderlanddreamer]

Echoes of a Shelby Heart.

[1918] Watery Lane, Birmingham.

In the stillness of the Shelby family home, young Lydia's innocent curiosity leads her straight to Tommy's study.

[Part of The Lydia Saga]

The dim light of the waning evening sun filtered through the dusty, ornate windows of the Shelby family home, casting elongated, mysterious shadows that danced across the time-worn wooden floorboards. The grand old house, an imposing structure of brick and timber, stood as a silent witness to the countless serious discussions of business and heavy presence of its inhabitants. It seemed to hold its breath for a moment, as if suspended in time, enveloped in an almost reverent stillness as the day surrendered to dusk.

In the heart of the house lay the study, a room steeped in the rich scent of aged leather and pipe tobacco, where Thomas Shelby, the formidable leader of the family, conducted much of his strategic planning and intricate scheming. The walls were adorned with shelves crammed full of well-thumbed books, their spines bearing titles that whispered tales of power and ambition. Maps and papers lay strewn across the broad mahogany desk, while trinkets and curiosities collected from his various exploits adorned every available surface, each with its own story to tell.

Amidst this sanctuary of intellect and strategy, a small, almost ethereal figure moved quietly, exuding a sense of awe and wonder. Lydia Shelby had found her way into her brother Tommy’s private retreat. Her big, curious eyes, filled with innocent fascination, scanned the room, taking in every detail with wide-eyed admiration. Her heart raced with the thrill of venturing into a place that felt both sacred and forbidden.

As she tiptoed around the study, her tiny hands clasped securely behind her back, Lydia was careful not to disturb anything too much. Her delicate fingers itched to reach out and touch the intriguing objects that surrounded her, but she resisted, knowing instinctively the importance of preserving the sanctity of her brother's domain. The soft rustle of her dress was the only sound that broke the profound silence, a gentle reminder of her presence in this world of grown-up endeavors.

Her attention was irresistibly drawn to a shelf brimming with intriguing oddities, each item a silent keeper of secrets from distant places and times. There was a pocket watch, its surface worn smooth from years of handling, the intricate hands frozen at some forgotten hour. Beside it lay a small knife, its handle adorned with elaborate engravings that hinted at a story of craftsmanship and adventure. A compass, its brass casing tarnished with age, suggested countless navigations across uncharted territories. Among these treasures, a photograph of a woman she didn’t recognize stood out, its edges slightly curled and faded by time. Lydia’s fingers, delicate and tentative, traced the edges of the photograph, her young mind swirling with questions about the enigmatic woman captured within its frame. Who was she, and what part had she played in her brother's life?

As Lydia carefully picked up the small compass, marvelling at its weight and the way it fit snugly in her palm, a soft, almost imperceptible creak echoed from the doorway. Startled, she turned quickly, her heart skipping a beat to find Tommy standing there, his piercing blue eyes softened with a touch of amusement as he observed his little sister's exploration.

“Lydia,” he said gently, his voice a soothing blend of authority and affection that only a loving elder brother could master, “What are you doing in here, little one?”

Lydia’s eyes widened in surprise, and she hastily returned the compass to its rightful place on the shelf, her small face flushing with a mix of guilt and embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Tommy. I was just looking,” she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

Tommy walked over to her with a calm grace, crouching down to her level so that their eyes met. He gently lifted her chin with a finger, ensuring she could see the understanding in his gaze. “It’s alright, love. You’re curious, aren’t you?” he reassured her, a warm smile playing at the corners of his mouth, inviting her to share in the stories behind the objects that had so captivated her young imagination.

She nodded, her previous nervousness dissipating like morning mist under the warmth of his voice. “Yes. I wanted to see what you keep in here. There are so many interesting things,” she admitted, her eyes wide with genuine wonder.

Tommy smiled, a rare and genuine smile that reached the depths of his often reserved blue eyes. It was a smile that softened the hard edges of his demeanour and revealed a glimpse of the brother beneath the leader. He stood up, extending his hand to her with an inviting gesture, and led her back to the shelf that had captured her curiosity. “These things,” he said, gesturing to the array of items, “they each have a story. Would you like to hear one?”

Lydia’s face radiated with excitement, her earlier trepidation forgotten. “Yes, please, Tommy!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with anticipation.

He picked up the compass she had been examining so intently. “This compass,” he began, his voice steady and filled with reminiscence, “was given to me by an old friend. It helped me find my way when I was lost. It’s not just a tool, you see. It’s a reminder that no matter how far we wander, we can always find our way back home.”

Lydia’s eyes sparkled with fascination, captivated by the tale woven from the simple object. “Did it really help you, Tommy?” she asked, her voice a blend of awe and innocence.

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Yes, it did. And it reminds me of all the people who have helped me along the way. Just like you help me, Lydia, by being here and reminding me what’s truly important.”

Moved by his words, she threw her arms around him, her small embrace filled with the pure, unconditional love only a child could offer. “I love you, Tommy,” she whispered, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

Tommy held her close, the weight of her affection grounding him in a way that few things could. In that moment, he felt a profound sense of peace, a rare and cherished respite from the burdens he carried. “I love you too, Lydia. Always,” he replied softly, his heart full with the simple yet profound truth of their bond.

In that quiet, tender moment, enveloped by the relics of his past and the promise of the future held within his sister’s embrace, Tommy Shelby experienced a rare glimmer of hope. The harsh, unforgiving world outside might remain unchanged, a relentless storm of power struggles and vendettas, but within these walls, with Lydia’s innocent curiosity and unconditional love, he discovered a deeper reason to keep fighting. It wasn’t just for power or revenge, as he so often convinced himself, but for something far more profound: family.

As the evening sun slipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of amber and violet, the Shelby house resonated with the sounds of love and laughter. This harmony, a fleeting yet precious respite, filled the air, momentarily shielding the inhabitants from the turbulence of their lives. The warmth of these echoes lingered, a gentle reminder of what truly mattered, offering solace and strength amid the chaos that awaited beyond their doors.

[cheekypeakyblinder]

The Peaky brothers and children are making my ovaries explode

[markiafc]

[dopedillin]

[sl-newsie]

For the sake of everyone can we please have a Funko Pop made for every TV character?