#by order of the peaky blinders

[vittoriamurphy]

Ohhhhhhh what can i do?

[imnosuvu]

bounded by business (1)

peaky blinders x fem!reader, thomas shelby x fem!reader

type: fluff/angst(?)/smut(ish)

summary: a second class powerful gang in the south of london reaches out too a strong working class gang in the south east of birmingham for a union. Both families unite by an arranged marriage, however the soon-to-be wife is against it.

timeline: preferably at the start of season 2, maybe even before, but after grace’s betrayal. (Arthur is not married to Linda yet.)

warnings❗️: swearing, gang talk, arranged marriage, mentions of slight sexual interaction, cheating,

note: this is my first series, so please lmk how i did😭

masterlist.

requests are open❗️

“Y/N.” a strong, stern voice bellowed through the corridors of the L/N Foundation establishment and to your office. You instantly recognised it - it’s your uncle. This man was not to be messed with, kept waited or even looked/thought lowly at. Though he’s your uncle, he still has high expectations for you, regardless of being a woman, and expects you to meet them. Standards he only upholds for you, higher than others. Without wasting any time, not having the set mind to anger him for your tardiness and causing another one of your stubborn arguments, you walk out your office and make your way to one of the meeting rooms that he’s located in.

You peer through the doorway, your hair framing your face. “Yes uncle, is everything alright?” you ask in your usual london accent, acknowledging the three men, recognising them as the Peaky Blinders, men you’ve heard about - working class gangsters showing society just what working class people can achieve.

“Come in, my darling,” your uncle says softly, a bit too softly. You walk in, warily due to his unusually gentle behaviour. Sitting into the seat he indicates you to sit in, you look at the three men sat infront of you. They stare at you as if interrogating you, eyeing your long navy dress, noticing how it defines your curves. The man on your left seemed the eldest, his upper lip holding a firm moustache and has short slicked-back hair. On the right seemed the youngest, his face is neat, no facial hair identifiable and has short back and sides haircut. But the one in the middle caught your eye, he seemed like the leader of the working class gang in Small Heath, his ocean blue eyes are captivating and his defined jaw and cheekbones look as if they can cut.

“Y/N, these fine, young lads are the Peaky Blinders, the gang i’ve been telling you about this morning,” Your uncle looks at you and gestures to the three men. “The Shelby brothers.” You nod your head, slightly confused on why he seems so eager for you to know them.

“Right..” you reply, in a more unbothered tone, clearly unbothered by them. This doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but lets it slide, not wanting to cause a scene.

He then turns to the Blinders, to introduce his niece. “Mr. Shelby’s, this is my niece, y/n l/n, she upholds a high rank within the L/N Foundation. She’s practically my right hand - carried out many successful plans within the business. She’s quite a fierce young woman and has a strong reputation within London. Our successor.” The Shelby’s stay quiet, slightly fazed at how a woman can be able to uphold such a reputation.

“Thomas Shelby,” the middle brother reached out to you for a hand shake, “These are my brothers, John and Arthur.” he gestures at the two men. You can’t fail to hear his strong brummie accent that strikes many women. His name confirms your suspicions about him leading the Shelby Company Limited. Your uncle nudged your leg under the table, motioning you to shake the hand he’s offering. You then glance at your uncle, then shaking Thomas’ hand, you feel how his rough, thick hands come into contact with your slender soft ones, significantly smaller than his. “I’ve heard a lot about your work, Mr. Shelby.” you address, taking your hand back, as you eye their expensive suits that working class men can’t afford, except the Peaky Blinders.

“Care to elaborate, Miss. l/n.” Thomas states, in his rough tone, noticing how the gold you wear highlights your wealth.

“Your business expansion, to not only spread across the country, but also expanding to overseas, it’s truly impressive.” you comment, “And your reputation… not many can believe how easily you took down Mr. Billy Kimber.”

“And I believe we could become even stronger together. By having my niece marry you, Mr Thomas Shelby.” your uncle interrupts you, and in return, you snap your head towards him, eyes widened in utter shock and disbelief. Thomas doesn’t even flinch, seeming as he’s already been informed of this, his two brothers snap their heads towards him, asking if he’s serious.

“Tommy you surely not agreeing to this?” his brothers mutter to him.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” you yell out in downright distress, protesting against this, the Peaky Boys get taken aback, thinking you were just some eye candy. “Why can’t (female cousin’s name) do it? She’d marry him!”

“Your cousin’s already got a lad.” your uncle calmly replies.

“Oh so Andrew disappears?” you sarcastically snap back, not caring less that the Peaky Blinders are sat infront of you, witnessing such a scene. Andrew’s your boyfriend of 2 years. Instead of your uncle replying, he walks over towards the meeting room’s telephone and connects to your boyfriend’s telephone line. Handing out the receiver for you to take, you hesitate but then get up from your seat, snatching the receiver from you, placing it onto your ear, your heart breaks. The man that you’ve been with for two years, is fucking another woman. You hear moans from the other end, hearing the dirty words Andrew would say to you, now saying it to the whore in his bed, who’s begging for a release. Taking the receiver away from your ear, you look at your uncle with eyes hinting with guilt and regret, yet you’re too stubborn to show him fully.

“So I take that as a yes?”

You don’t respond to him, still in shock from what you’ve just heard.

“Right Mr Thomas Shelby, as long as you are alright with this proposal, I believe we should wrap this meeting up.” Your uncle responds respectfully and calmly, as if you’re not going mental over this beside him.

“Yes, Mr. L/N, as I’ve previously told you, i’m more than happy to marry your niece.” tommy replies, his deadly eyes not leaving you. His two brothers now taken aback at his quick agreement.

“Wait- he knows? And I’ve just found this out?” your brows are furrowed, glaring at not just Tommy, but John and Arthur as well, in betrayal how he’s told Thomas before you.

“y/n, darling, I don’t have time for this,” he mutters under his breath, audible to only you, then watches you as you storm out.

“Like I previously said, Mr Thomas Shelby, she does need a man like you to put her in her place.”

part two out now!

dm to be added on the taglist!

[spaghettixgarlicbread]

[ellisthomaslavigne]

Thomas Shelby portrait i just made with alcohol markers and posca wax pencils to celebrate the official announcement of the Peaky blinders film!

[wejustvibing]

pack it up, torger wolff.

[the-mentalists-world]

“Self-respect is the root of discipline: The sense of dignity grows

with the ability to say no to oneself.”

― Abraham Joshua Heschel

[cillianmurphysdimples]

It isn't Christmas until your mammy makes you snowballs! 🤦😂

[lucien-calore]

couples that "😐" together, stay together

[leilamarie99]

Finn Shelby -you and Finn are sneaking about until bonnie catches you which later Tommy and your dad find out and your dad gets violent

Ever since you ,your dad,and bonnie have entered Birmingham and dad working for the peaky blinders and bonnie boxing you met Finn you 2 have been secretly dating eachother for a couple of months you haven't told your dad because he will kill Finn and Tommy would just want Finn to marry me you walked into Finn's office isiah walking out Finn getting up and closing the door and grabbing you

"I missed you last night "Finn kissing you

"I had to help bonnie with training

"when will we tell them "

"when my dad doesn't kill you he will be mad that I'm messing around with a boy let alone a peaky blinder "

"I just want to show you to the world that your mine "

"I know I just want it to be you and me as long as possible "

Finn kissing you and getting heated you about to undo his belt but got interrupted

"hey Finn have you ....seen my sister "bonnie walking in

Fuck

Finn trying to do his belt but bonnie grabbed him throwing against the class

"What the fuck " bonnie shouting

"bonnie please don't hurt him "you covering your mouth in shock

"you and him how long "

"a couple of months "

"you do you know dad's going to kill but not if I don't kill him first "punching Finn in the stomach

"bonnie please don't say anything to dad "

Walking out and chasing him along the road and out of the office

"bonnie please don't tell dad I will but I'm not ready just not yet "

"you should of told me we tell eachother everything I don't want to talk to you again stay away from me "

Bonnie walking around you grab him

"bonnie please "

"just fuck off " pushing you so you landed on the floor cutting your hand and knee

"bonnie "dad shouting walking toward you 2

"darling are you ok "

"I'm fine "

"what was that about hurting your sister like that what's going on with you 2 "

"nothing "walking off

A couple of days later bonnie was training dad was watching you walked him with Bonnie's lunch to give to him like you did everyday

"what is she doing here "

"I thought I bring you lunch "

"well I don't want it and certainly not from you " looking away sad

"right what is going on with you 2 you 2 never fight so what's happened "

"why don't you ask her your little angel "

"bonnie don't "

"what scared he will hurt funny boy "

"bonnie " you shouted

"what's Finn got to do with this "

"it's nothing dad bonnie just being silly "

"she's sleeping with him "

"what " dad looking at you

"bonnie how could you "

"Finn Finn Shelby as in Tommy Shelby's little brother"dad looking at you but out your head down looking at the floor

"FINN" dad shouted

Walking out your dad got out if the boxing ring you looked at bonnie

" thanks alot" running out after your dad knowing where he was going you got to the betting shop seeing your dad walking over to Finn and punching him loads of times

"dad no "

Arthur and Tommy dragging him off Finn you ran over to Finn and picked him up he was bleeding

"what's going on "Arthur shouted

"your brother has been messing around with my daughter "

"Finn " Polly said

"it's not like that I love your daughter I would never hurt her I promise we should of told you sooner I promise I would never hurt her "

"dad please I love him " your looking at you

" but him hunny "

"please dad "

" as long as you are happy and you if you hurt her in any way next time it will be a bullet in your head "

"I promise sir " dad walking out hugging Finn Arthur and Tommy looking at us

"you idiot" Polly said whacking Finn around the head and walking off you gave him a kiss

"well that went better then I thought " you grabbed the first aid kit helping get fixed up

Suddenly bonnie came walking in

" you got some nerve coming here have you seen what dad has done "

"I know and I am sorry I just thought you would of told me before I found outline that I was angry you normally tell me everything "

"I know and I am sorry I just didn't want you to get mad at me that's all your opinion means everything to me "

"well all I can sorry is that I am sorry the way I treated you and pushing you I didn't mean to and I really think he likes you I saw the first day we got here I just didn't want him to take my sister away that's all but your growing up now you need to experience these things "

You 2 hugging eachother Finn walking up to you

"Finn I am really sorry for all this "

"I understand she's your sister I would be protective myself "

"just so we are clear tho if you hurt I will come back here and finish the job "

"I promise "

Them hugging eachother

You walking over to Finn and hugging him

"should we go back to mine and cuddle "

"yeah " kissing finn

[survivingthursdays]

Cillian Murphy has eyes like the water on an irish beach on a stormy morning... I'm in love

[vittoriamurphy]

Meow meow

[lovebitesimagines]

Delicate- Chapter 2

[1] [2]

It's funny how much can change in the blink of an eye, once you allow yourself time to contemplate it. Wars have been declared by power drunk men, quicker than one can bat an eyelid. Relationships have been tenderly formed and shattered, lives have been lost, all before the most basic of human functions has been carried out. For me, I could feel the once tenacious flame of luck sputter out, the moment I felt his fingertips lay claim upon my shoulder.

A cold chill spread throughout my body, icy chills sparking out from the tips of his fingers, settling heavily in the pit of my stomach. My skin responded to his touch, covering itself with goosebumps, as if it was a knight throwing on armour to prepare for battle. I'd experienced human touch before, my fathers arms having been wrapped around me once in a hug cast by a second thought. However this felt...different. The rough edges of the floorboards dug against my knees, scraping against the fabric of my dress, as the panic continued to pulsate.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. His hand weighed heavily upon my shoulder, securing me firmly to the floor. I enjoyed the prison his touch created, far more than I allowed myself too. My mind was a tsunami of thoughts, drowning out each idea of escape, until I was no longer able to prise them apart from each other. I silently cursed myself, and my foolishness.

"I think you...you may be mistaken" the words stuttered out from between my lips, my voice sounding croaky and pathetic. My mouth was dry with alarm, dread scratching it's long claws down my throat as I swallowed.

There was a pause so brief, that if you blinked, it would have felt like it had never taken place at all. However, I knew for certain that it was no figment of my imagination. The split second for me felt like it was being cruelly dragged out, taunting me with its wicked smile.

"I enjoy the sight of a woman on her knees" the voice began, cutting sharply through the silence. The notes of his calm Birmingham accent sliced up my thoughts, a contrast to my inner dismay, which continued to grow by the second. He gripped my shoulder tighter, before switching his hand to my arm, roughly dragging me up to my feet. He pulled my back tight against his chest, the buttons on his clothes digging into the exposed section of my back. I remained still, not wanting to move. His spare hand gripped a pistol which he had now pressed to my temple. My eyes flickered to the cool metal, my throat constricting in response to the sight, as I felt his breathe tickle against my ear. He felt warm, the scent of cigarettes and an unidentifiable alcohol filling my nostrils. "Lets see what your boss has to say, eh?"

You know that feeling when time just...slows down? When something terrible happens, and just seems to lull everything around it into a dull sedation? And the worst thing is, that you are just completely powerless to stop it, having to stand by on the side-lines as a spectator, as everything slowly crashes down around you. I was now the helpless bystander, in the shambolic aftermath of my own actions.

The World froze in shock, the moment his foot forcefully kicked open the office door, slamming against the wall so hard that you could feel the vibrations travel up your feet. He let go of my arm, pushing me into the room. I stumbled slightly, the palm of my hand scrapping against the wall, as I fought to right myself.

My father was sat at his desk, my eyes latching onto the brief flicker of horror that scattered upon his face, disappearing as quickly as it showed. My father would like to think that he is an expert at hiding his emotions, at playing the perfect poker face. I guess I have just found out what shatters his perfect illusion. I just wish that it didn't involve me, and the barrel of the gun I didn't doubt was still aimed in my direction.

Three wooden chairs were placed opposite my fathers' desk, two having been claimed by two of the men from the car. They had both sat up straight in response to my surprising arrival, their hands reaching into the inner pockets of their coats. The final seat had been left empty, awaiting the arrival of the third member of the party. The third member who, after process of elimination, was the one who had spotted me in my bedroom window. The one with the eyes that held a million silent stories. The one who was now continuing to devastate the uneasy stillness with his voice.

"Brothers! I found one of Solomons spies against the door. I say our business here is null and void" his voice commanded attention, and attention it was given.

Pandemonium erupted within the office.

Books spilled from the shelves of the bookcase, as I got flung against it. My eyes met the grey hues of one of the men who had previously been sat down, my panic reflected in his pupils. His gloved fingers gripped my throat, the leather slick against my skin. My eyes welled in response to the restricting of my airways, his breath scalding my skin as he shouted angrily at me, his ash-blonde moustache twitching with each facial movement. I could hear my father yelling at the men, the crash of his desk slamming to the floor as he uplifted it, the smash of glass as various delicate objects met their end with the impact.

I screwed my eyes shut, fear rising in me for the grey eyed man whose words continued to slam against my skin. If this was what the outside world was really like, I couldn't fault my father for having chosen to shut me away. It was nothing like I had read about, having been sold false fantasies of beautiful landscapes and handsome gentlemen who threw their coats upon the ground for you to walk upon. I just wanted to lock myself away, and forget I was here and that this had ever happened. The fingers that continued to tighten against my throat had staked its claim upon my attention. This was, unfortunately, reality.

A singular gunshot reverberated throughout the room, an unforgiving silence falling heavy upon us in its wake. My eyes flew open, my gaze brushing past my current captor onto my father. He held his gun up in the air, his chest heaving with the frantic breaths of a broken man. I'd witnessed my father in his differing moods before. I was no stranger to the violent sounds of his raised voice, having heard it one to many times before through the walls. I had seen him before, filled with rage, his thoughts having no say in his actions. The version of him that stood before me now though, was unlike any version of him I had seen before. I knew the sight of me in that room, with these people, crippled him. That frightened me more than any man wearing a cap and waving about a gun could.

"That gal there ain't a fuckin' spy, yeah? She's my daughter" he spat, his eyes feverishly alight as they scanned each of the men in the room, watching as his words fell upon them. I felt the fingers around my neck loosen a touch, enough to allow breathing to be slightly more comfortable. "She is MY fuckin' daughter, right?"

I could feel him contemplating me, my skin warming in response as his eyes scanned across my body, before our gazes latched onto each other once more. Those blue eyes where now surveying me in a new light, as if I was a dangerous prize he wanted to win. I felt a tremor in my stomach, unable to identify if it was awe or terror.

"Arthur. Let her go" he raised his hand slightly as he spoke, his eyes moving onto the man in front of me. Arthur scowled. He tightened his fingers again for a brief moment, a silent warning, before wrinkling his forehead with disgust as he obeyed his orders, stepping back towards the other two men. He didn't move his focus away from me.

"Adina. Come 'ere" my father snapped, lowering the gun to his side. I swallowed hard, the spell shattering as I drew my eyes away from the stranger, hurriedly moving towards my fathers' side. The room was still for a moment, waiting in anticipation for the next move. The bulbs upon the walls cast an artificial light across the room, humming softly with excitement. Open books upon the floors stirred, entranced by the aftermath of the incident.

"Run along to daddy little girl" one of the men spat, a smirk playing across his lips. He was clearly the younger of the three brothers, and I assumed lower down in the pecking order.

"Hush now John" the blue eyed man stated, "Clearly our esteemed friend Mr. Solomons here, has had enough fright this evening". My father grunted in response, his eyes flickering between the three brothers. The nameless brother stood in the middle, flanked by Arthur and John on either side. If I wasn't so afraid, I'd be awed at the picture the trio portrayed. "Maybe we can sort out a little...alteration in our business agreement, hmm?"

"Tommy, what the fuck are you doing?" Arthur growled, watching as his brother stepped forward out of the trio. He made to move as if he wanted to stop him, but thought better of it.

Tommy. I had finally put a name to my blue eyed stranger. Tommy. I hated that my body prickled with happiness at being able to do so.

"Alteration? What sorta' fuckin' alteration?" my father barked, drawing himself up as Tommy continued to walk forward. He raised his gun once more, the two other brothers mimicking his actions in retaliation. "Listen here, yeah? I ain't sortin' out no fuckin' alterations with you Shelby fucks. Fuckin' gypsy bastards".

"I see that we've managed to uncover the great Jewish Kings greatest secret. I wonder what Sabini would pay to get his hands on this sort of information?" Tommy smirked, coming to a stop a few feet in front of my father. Sabini. I had heard that name been shouted angrily on more than one occasion, a thorn in my fathers side.

"You wouldn't fuckin' dare" my fathers words hissed out from between clenched teeth. Tommy raised an eyebrow in response, a clear signal to state that he sure as hell would. My father lowered his gun, his shoulders drooping as he did so.

"You want us to work with you, eh? You want us to sign on the dotted line that we will share business? Share dealings? We'll be able to keep your pretty little secret safe" Tommy paused, letting the words he was saying sink in, briefly glancing over at me. "If she works for us. I will see you in a week, Adina Solomons".

And in a blink of an eye, the Shelby brothers upturned my whole life. 

[alabamasuhn]

Choosing to stop watching Peaky Blinders when Aberama proposes to Polly so in my head no one dies is so valid...

[fuckyou-tumbl-r]

When mother tells me no more pudding

[damsel-in-mistress]

Every time I rewatch the entirety of Peaky Blinders, I notice another Arctic Monkeys song sneaked into the soundtrack. Probably bc they use a lot of instrumental versions only.

It's either that, or I've got a goldfish memory...

[ziggyplayedguitar96]

I just started watching Peaky Blinders and I already love Ada so much she’s such a slay