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[murswrites]

I Do ⎯ Isiah Jesus One-Shot

Pairings: Isiah Jesus x Shelby!Sister, Shelby!Family x Shelby!Sister Fandom: Peaky Blinders MASTERLIST Word Count: ~ 1,315 Warnings: None SUMMARY: It’s your wedding day and despite the tensions between yourself and Tommy, you hope he shows up to walk you down the aisle.

If someone told you that you’d be getting married at sixteen, you would have laughed in their faces. But here you were, standing in your room with your sister, Ada, helping you with the finishing touches. You refused to look in the mirror, not wanting to spoil the surprise until Ada was done. “Oh, Y/N, you look absolutely beautiful.” Polly leaned against the doorway with a smile on her red lips.

She wore a deep maroon dress that showed off her tiny waist while Ada wore the trademark bridesmaid dress. The cream colour looked wonderful on her pale skin and the length showed off a bit of ankle. Your dress, however, is long and touches the floor even with the short heels you have on. 

The golden white colour compliments your skin tone and darker hair. (A trademark Shelby feature) When you told Polly and Ada you didn’t want to wear a white dress, they were a bit confused but agreed when they heard you wanted not to look like an angel, but to feel like one.

“Thank you, Pol…” Your voice was a bit sheepish and a grin widened on Polly’s face. The box in her hand confused you as she extended it toward you, “What is it?” It felt as though the box was empty due to its lightweight. 

She smirked, “Open it and see…” And so you did, inside sat a beautiful hair comb with pearls and what appeared to be authentic diamonds. 

Your jaw dropped and you shook your head, thrusting the box back toward your aunt, “I can’t take this, it’s too much.” The comb was easily the prettiest accessory you’d ever seen. 

Instead of taking the box back, Polly shook her head and picked up the comb. She moved to stand behind you and slipped the comb in place above your curls, a small bun held it in place. “Yes, you can. I wore it at my wedding… and my mother did at her’s. It’s been in the Shelby family for generations, my love.” You turned your head slowly in the mirror, wanting to relish in the sight of you ready to wed your beloved Isiah. 

“Why didn’t you offer it to me for my wedding?” Ada pouted and Polly rolled her eyes.

“You married in secret, Ada,” She mentioned and Ada blushed brightly, you shook your head at them.

—

“I think I might be sick–” You move your hand to cover your mouth and Ada just rolls her eyes. You’re standing inside the church and Ada’s your only bridesmaid, so she’s going to walk down the aisle before you do. You’re so thankful for the support system you have backing you up on this rather odd decision. 

Even Jeremiah supports you and Isiah, he’s even been gratuitous enough to marry you two. “You are going to be just fine, Y/N. Believe me,” Ada held your shoulders so you were forced to meet her eyes, “when you see him, it’ll all be worth it. The backhanded compliments, the dirty looks, because at the end of the day, you get to return home to your love. And that’s all that matters and, Isiah is the best man for you. I believe in you, you’ve got this,” 

Ada’s pep talk helps your heart calm down, the rhythm slowing to a healthier beat. “Thank you, Ada, I love you,” Your big sister smiled down at you and nodded once her cue to walk sounded. You glanced around, the nerves hitting you like a truck. Despite Ada and Polly supporting your decision to marry Isiah, Tommy has been cold about the entire relationship. 

It hurt you to know your brother didn’t like what you were doing, but your love for Isiah held more weight than Tommy not talking to you for a few weeks. Well, more like a few months. It was strange, going from talking everyday to suddenly not at all. The last time you interacted with Tommy was when you sent a letter to him, inviting him to be the one to give you away.

Although Arthur is your eldest brother, he wasn’t a father figure, more or so the fun uncle who let you do whatever you wanted if you didn’t snitch. The sound for you to go rang through the lonely hall and your head fell, maybe Tommy wasn’t coming after all. Just as your hand ghosted over the handle of the door, the familiar sound of the shoes all Shelby men wear made you pause as none other than Thomas Shelby rounded the corner.

A beaming smile broke out on your face as you picked up your dress and ran toward Tom. You practically threw yourself at him in a hug, luckily he was expecting such a reaction and caught you with ease. “You made it!” Your arms tightened around his neck as he twirled you around, trying to contain his smile.

“Of course I did,” Tommy set you down and smiled at you, “You look like an angel, Y/N.”

Your face heated up at the compliment and couldn’t contain your happiness, “Now everything is perfect,”

“I think you should save your enthusiasm for your fiancé, little one.” Tommy stuck his arm out and you looped yours through it.

“You’re not still mad?” You asked as he walked you toward the door.

He shook his head no, “I never should have been… love comes earlier for others, I just didn't understand since it took me so long.”

“Thank you, Tommy, really,”

Your older brother looked down at you, “Anything for my favorite sibling,” He covered your surprised face with the heavy veil before you could say anything, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.” 

—

Before you knew it, you made it to the altar. And soon, the thick veil was removed from your face and Isiah stood before you with a grin on his handsome face, he took your hands into his and squeezed. Ada was right. You thought, finally seeing Isiah did make all of the pain worth it. Especially knowing Tommy was the one to give you away. 

You two turned away from the audience and toward Jeremiah, both beaming from ear to ear. He nodded toward you two slowly and began to read from his bible. Despite your lack of religion, you wanted Isiah to have a proper one, plus planning it was so fun! You kept looking at Isiah and turning away with hot cheeks because he’d smirk at you.

With your ring in hand, Isiah turned toward his father for a moment while he spoke, “Do you, Isiah Jesus, take Y/N Y/M/N Shelby to be your lawful wedded wife?” Isiah met your eyes and he nodded quickly.

“I do.” Your heart skipped a beat at the pure love and tenderness in his beautiful brown eyes. It made you want to weep. Isiah slipped the ring onto your finger with ease and the simple golden band was perfect.

"Do you, Y/N Y/M/N Shelby solemnly swear to love, honor and, cherish till death do you part?” Jeremiah asked slowly to which you practically shouted your answer.

“Of course I do!” The pews filled with laughter at your response before Jeremiah closed the bible in his hands. You pushed Isiah’s matching ring onto his finger.

    Jeremiah took a deep breath and smiled at you alone, “I now pronounce you man and wife. Son, you may kiss the bride,” Isiah took your face in his hands and nodded toward you, you agreed silently and kissed him with as much love as you could muster.

You could hear everyone clapping and hollering as you and Isiah finally married. It was a dream come true and you could only imagine how fun the reception might be. “I love you,” You both said at the same time once you drew back.

[smcc212]

Fearless

Word count- 1, 077

Pairing- Tommy Shelby x Son!, Finn Shelby x nephew!, Isiah Jesus x Male OC(platonic)

Warnings- None really? Referenced bullying, and my awful writing.

A/N- We’re all just gonna big fat ignore the fact the I haven’t posted in 238 days, okay? Okay. Great.

Thank you to @fandoms410 for requesting this, I’m so, so, so sorry it took this long xxxxx

Tommy always worried about Liam, he couldn’t help it. Having a son that couldn’t feel pain, and was bullied as a result of that, well, who wouldn’t worry? After the incident with John kids, and the kids from Liam’s school, however, that fear only grew worse.

He felt himself just wanted to bundle Liam up in bubble-wrap and bring him everywhere with him. He was even nervous about letting Liam go out to play with Finn. Although, he knew he couldn’t keep Lee locked away forever.

He watched from his office window as Lee waddled after Finn towards Jeremiah Jesus’ house. A very excitable Isiah quickly hugging his dad before joining the Shelby boys. Liam rushes to hug Isiah, and the older boy didn’t hesitate to hug him back before picking him up and heading off towards the cut.

Tommy sighed, sitting down at his desk and attempting to get on with his work. He trusted Finn, and Isiah for that matter, with Liam; It was the other lads he didn’t trust. He just hoped, prayed that they kept a close enough eye on his little boy.

Finn watched as Isiah pretend to be much slower than he really was, letting Liam catch him as they were playing tig. He fought to keep in a laugh as Isiah dramatically acted shocked that Liam caught him.

“How are you so fast, Lee?” He pretended to wonder as Liam broke out in a fit of giggles.

“You’re just really slow, iz,” he laughed. Isiah gasped in mock offence.

“You little monster,” He said before launching into an attack of tickles. “How dare you.” Finn stopped holding in his laugh at that and instead joined Isiah’s attack.

“Stop,” Lee stammered in between laughs.

“Not until you admit that I’m a fast runner.”

“B-but you’re not.” Isiah gasped again, continuing to tickle to boy. After a couple of minutes Lee caved in. “F-fine! You’re a fast runner,” He exclaimed.

“Thank you,” Isiah said stepping away, Finn did the same. “That wasn’t so hard was it?” He beamed at the boy. Liam moved his hand to rub at the tears of laughter that had formed on his face, trying not to press down too hard.

After that the boys went to Charlie Strong’s yard to see the horses. Isiah making sure to hold Lee’s hand as he had a tendency to run in the stables excited and spook the horses. Isiah remembered clear as day the ice-cold fear he felt when he saw the horse buck, he only just managed to grab Liam before the horse cracked his skull open.

“Hello, boys,” Charlie greeted.

“Hi, Charlie. We were wondering if we could see the horses?” Finn asked politely. Upon seeing the hesitation on Charlie’s face Isiah spoke up.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got Lee. I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.” Charlie nodded.

“Alright, but only for a little bit, Curly and I have to clean the stables soon.”

“Thank you, uncle Charlie!” Liam exclaimed, pulling on Isiah’s hand.

“Hold on, Lee,” Isiah started, crouching down to the boy’s level to make sure he had his attention. “I need you to promise to be calm around the horses, okay? I know you love them, but you don’t want to scare them, yeah? And I don’t want you to get hurt. So, promise me, yeah?”

“Okay, I promise, iz.”

“Okay. Good.” He stood up again, keeping a hold of Liam’s hand. “Let’s go then.”

Tommy had tried, and failed at getting his work done. His mind to preoccupied by his anxiety over Liam’s safety to be able to focus on the business. Liam was the only thing that could keep Tommy from working.

He decided to go see Charlie and see if he’d seen Liam. He knew his boy loved horses, so that was the most likely bet.

“Morning, Charlie,” He greeted in his usual emotionless voice.

“Morning, Tom. Finn, Isiah, and Liam are in the stables if you’re looking for them.” Tommy nodded, heading to find his boy; he needed to calm his disquiet. He stopped at the door, seeing Isiah holding Liam on his hip.

“Slowly, Lee. You don’t want to scare her, do you?” He heard Isiah say quietly. Liam shook his head softly, and cautiously lifted his hand up towards the mare. It sniffed softly at the boy’s hand. Liam let out a little giggle, making the corner of Tommy’s mouth curl slightly.

“Tickles,” He whispered to Isiah.

“Yeah, they do that,” Isiah chuckled back. Finn was just standing in the corner watching the other two boys, much like Tom was doing. He and Tommy locked eyes, sent each other a small smile and a nod-silently agreeing to not interrupt.

The mare tilted his head down slightly, giving permission for Liam to pet her. Lee turned to Isiah, his blue eyes full of awe and a silent question.

“Yeah, go on, Lee,” Isiah encouraged, cause Liam to smile and gently run his hand along the mare’s head.

“I’m doing it, iz,” He whisper-yelled excitedly.

“I know,” Isiah replied in a breathy laugh. “I’m proud of you.” If it was possibly, Liam’s smile got even wider. Tommy felt like someone was pulling on his heartstrings. His beautiful boy seemed so thrilled to do something as simple as pet a horse, he wondered if Isiah being there with him made the little boy more excitable.

Suddenly, the bubble was burst as Charlie walked in, followed by curly.

“Right boys, sorry but times up.” Isiah pulled Liam away, placing him back on the ground and taking ahold of his hand. When he turned around a saw tommy, a look of pure shock covered the boys face.

“Hello, Mr Shelby,” He said. Tommy smiled at him.

“Hello, Isiah.”

“Lee, wanted to pet the horse,” He explained nervously.

“I know, Isiah, I saw. I was just checking on on him, but I can see he’s in good hands.”

“Iz,” Lee said, pulling on the older boy’s hand.

“Yeah?”

“Can we play hide and seek? Me, you, and Finn?” Lee looked at Isiah with pure awe, as if the boy was a prophet.

“Yeah, of course we can. Coming Finn?”

“Yep. See you later, Tom.” Finn chirped, following his best friend and nephew.

“See you, boys.” Tommy watched them walk away for a moment, before heading back to work. The worry he once held gone after witnessing the love Isiah seemed to have for his boy.

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[fandom-puff]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This

Pairing: Isaiah Jesus x Shelby Reader

Requested by: @beth-winchester21 ‘Where I'm the youngest and I fancy isiah and my boyfriend breaks up with me so I go and get drunk and esme snitches on me to the boys and isiah they come look after me and I confess to isiah I'm in love with him and we get together thanks xx’

Note: I feel like this song describes the mood of this perfectly!

Warnings: breakup, alcohol, swearing, protective older brothers

“Fine! Fuck off then!” You yelled, begging your tears to not fall. Your now ex boyfriend walked away from you.

“Stupid little slut! At least Fran lets me fuck her. And I won’t have to even worry about your idiot fucking brothers. Good riddance, Shelby whore!”

***

The landlord at the Rusty Anchor knew better than to cut you off. The pub may not be Peaky territory, but you were still in Small Heath and you were still a Shelby, albeit barely old enough to drink.

“Come on, Miss,” the bartender said gently, sliding you one last (slightly watered down) drink. “Time to go home, especially now the lads are coming in. Don’t want them causing you any trouble. You gonna be alright getting home,”

You nodded and stumbled home, taking a detour and winding up in the warehouse that had been turned into a boxing ring. In your drunkenness, you didn’t recognise the late hour, expecting Isaiah to be here, the thought of the slightly older blinder comforting. Over the years you had harboured somewhat of a crush for him, but knew your brothers would never allow it. But right now, as tears streamed down your cheeks and you drew your knees to your chest, you hoped he would come, as he was there so often.

***

“John, you better get down the Anchor,” Esme said quietly to her husband as she walked into the Watery Lane dining room.

“Eh? Why?” He asked, looking up from his card game with his brothers. “Anchor’s not one of our pubs, love. It’s the Ruby Track that’s one of ours,”

“I know that. But... well I nipped in to fetch my cousin for my Auntie and... YN was at the bar. She looked rotten,”

“What’s our YN doing down the Anchor, eh?” Arthur said, laughing slightly. Tommy and John didn’t seem to find it funny.

“You’re right, Arthur. What’s our YN doing there when she could get drunk in the Garrison, eh? Anyway, I thought she was seeing that butcher’s boy. The Peters kid,”

Finn piped up. “She still seeing him? I saw him snogging the postie’s girl this afternoon,”

Everyone was quiet for a moment before Arthur stood up. “I’ll bloody kill him, the little fucker. I told him, Tom, if he hurts our YN I’ll cut him a smile,”

Tommy sighed. “You can cut him a smile once we’ve found YN, brother. John go to the Anchor and see if anyone’s seen her around. Arthur, you can come with me. Finn... get to Charlie’s yard. Check the stables. She goes there when she’s upset,”

The brothers set off while Esme sighed, sitting herself at the table, waiting for Polly to get back from the chemist.

***

“Oi, Finn, where’re you off?”

Finn skidded to a halt, turning as he saw his best friend. “‘Siah, have you seen YN? She’s drunk and wandered off somewhere. Think that lad she was seeing cheated on her,”

Isaiah frowned. He had always cared for you, even if you were barely a year younger than Finn. “Havent seen her, no. Where’re you lookin’” he asked, falling into step with Finn.

“John’s gone to the Rusty Anchor, Arthur and Tommy are patrolling the streets and I’m meant to be going to the yard,”

Isaiah nodded. “I’ll... start looking too. I think my dad’s out preaching tonight, I’ll tell him to keep an eye out,”

The boys nodded to one another as they ran off in opposite directions.

***

Isaiah almost walked past the warehouse when he heard a bang and a sharp gasp of pain. Curious, he pushed the door open, holding his bladed cap at the ready.

As he rounded the door, he saw you cradling your hand as you sat on the edge of the ring, face blotchy with tears.

“YN, that you?” He asked. “It’s Isaiah,”

“I know,” you said quietly, voice still a little slurred.

He walked over to you slowly, stuffing his cap away before sitting next to you, about two feet away. “What’s up?” He asked you gently. You sighed, shuffling a little closer to show him your quickly bruising hand.

“Punched the wall. Hurt,” you shrugged. “And he’s a bastard, you know that lad I was seeing. Kept wanting me to do stuff with him... didn’t want to so he cheated on me and then got shot of me. Then I went to the Anchor because the garrison don’t serve me when I’m pissed unless one of the boys are there. And I got cold on my way home and I wanted to see you so I came here instead,”

As you rambled, isaiah smiled softly. “I’m sure Tommy will see to that lad,” he said gently and you nodded. “And your aunt Pol will see to that hand,” you nodded and sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. He stiffened slightly before relaxing, putting his arm around your shoulder. You smiled sleepily.

“This is nice,” you said. “I’ve fancied you since I was fourteen and you were sixteen, you know,” Isaiah gulped, thinking it was just your drunkenness talking. “I’m not saying it because I’m drunk. Well I am. But it’s true. Promise,”

“Tell you what, YN, if you remember this when you’re sober, we’ll talk about it, okay?” He said quietly, brushing his lips over your forehead gently. You nodded, nuzzling closer.

“I wanna go home, ‘Siah,” you mumbled and he nodded, helping you up.

“C’mon, put this on,” he said gently, draping his black cloak over you. You smiled sleepily, pulling it closer to your body and inhaling the smell of his aftershave.

Sensing your sleepiness, he slung your arm around his waist, his around your shoulders as he guided you to walk home. As he walked you down Watery Lane, Tommy, Arthur and John came the opposite way.

“S’alright, I found her in the warehouse,” Isaiah called as John ran over to you, taking your other side and helping you walk.

“I’m drunk, John,” you giggled softly, eyes already slipping shut. “Don’t tell Tommy,”

Arthur took over from Isaiah to help you upstairs, where Polly and Esme helped you into your pyjamas and then to bed. As the men came back downstairs, they stared hard at Isaiah.

“Where was she?” Tommy asked.

“Warehouse, the boxing rings. Said she was making her way home and she got cold,” Isaiah said, omitting the part about your waiting for him.

“What about the butcher’s boy. She say anything about him?” John asked.

“Said he cheated on her and got shot of her because she wouldn’t let him... you know... sleep with her,” Your brothers briefly looked away, feeling a little out of depth when it came to your romantic relationships and sex life (they’d left that up to Ada and Polly). “He hasn’t hurt her,” Isaiah said quickly. “At least not physically. She’s upset. And she might’ve broken a finger or two,”

“So she got a good punch in then?” Arthur said proudly, quickly shutting up when tommy glared at him.

“Er... she punched the wall. Pretty hard by the looks of it,”

It was quiet for a moment before tommy cleared his throat. “Thank you, Isaiah. For bringing her home safe and looking after her,”

Isaiah nodded before rubbing the back of his neck. “I’d do anything for her,”

John let out a laugh. “Alright, mate. One step at a time, yeah? She may have been giving you the look for the last four years, but she’s still our baby sister,”

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[moral-turpitudes]

Out of All People

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Mentions of Blood, Fluff.

Characters: Isiah Jesus x Shelby!Sister

Word Count: 1,512

Summary: Y/n is tired of being seen as the baby of the family and runs off. Her brothers are used to her antics and leave her on her own as she wished, but Isiah can’t shake the feeling that she’s in trouble.

Requested by: @niamhshell​ 

Summary of request: “I wanted to ask if I could have a oneshot if you’re not too busy. The oneshot I had in mind would be with Isiah Jesus x Shelby!Sister  and the scenario would be along the lines of the sister getting lost in a storm and Isiah finding her and looking after her.”

Isiah and Finn had been best friends ever since he could remember, running through the stone streets playing make believe games whilst his dad met with the Shelby’s at their meetings. As he and Finn grew older, he was welcomed into the Peaky Blinders, where he eventually met the infamous Y/N Shelby. She was Finn’s twin sister and older by 5 minutes. When he first saw her, she took his breath away. She had a smile that lit up the room and a laugh that sounded like the sweetest of songs. But she had one hell of a temper, just like all her siblings. 

One day, Tommy had gathered their family for a meeting and got on Y/N for going to the Garrison late at night. This normally wouldn’t have set Y/N off like it did, but earlier that day she had awoken with nightmares which always put her on edge. Throughout the day everyone would ask her if she was okay and she grew more annoyed at answering them, so being called out during the meeting with her brothers was the last straw. She was seen as the baby at times despite Finn technically being the youngest, but nevertheless they were all over-protective of her.  Isiah watched near Finn as she went off on Tommy, yelling that she doesn’t have to answer to him every second of the day. That she’s an adult and fully capable of taking care of herself and could do what she pleased. And in a final act of defiance, she threw her shot glass on the ground, the shards glistening on the polished hardwood floors of Tommy’s office. Isiah watched, a worried expression on his face as she stormed out with only her handgun in her holster and her purse.

Later that night, everyone was drinking at the Garrison when Finn invited Isiah. They both ordered drinks and watched as the older blinder boys drank their woes away, ogling at the girls who would walk in with their friends. Meanwhile, Isiah stood there silently, thinking about where Y/N was. He had only told Finn he had feelings for her a couple of weeks ago, which Finn took surprisingly well, but that was the least of his matters. Her big brothers were far more harder to get around to. Letting his mind wander, he sipped his drink ignoring the icy burn that ran down his throat. 

Not longer after finishing his drink he heard Tommy and Arthur arguing over something, and that’s when he heard Arthur yell, staggering to the bar near them. 

“Tom wants ya to find Y/N, Finn. Go. She’s being a bitch again runnin’ off like that. Probably out being an adult huh Isiah.” He mumbled, pouring himself another drink. Isiah looked at him angrily. He could tell she grew tired of them and needed an escape. “If only he could’ve been her escape at the time instead of wherever she ran off to...” He thought to himself. 

“Oi! Finn ya fuckin’ knucklehead! Are ya gonna go or not? She’s ya fookin’ twin for fucks sake!” Arthur yelled as Finn slowly put on his raincoat, he looked like he wanted to run away as well. 

“Arthur, I think you should calm down mate...” Isiah said, putting a hand on Arthur’s shoulder. 

“Arthur, Y/N probably doesn’t even want to see any of us right now. Not even Ada or Poll. I think we should let her be, she’ll come ‘round in the morning.” He said slurring a bit as he knocked back the last of his drink. Isiah grew angrier on the inside, none of them really cared where she was it seemed. Tommy went back to drinking like it would numb the ghosts in his head, yelling and joking with the other peaky boys as Arthur went off to his own drunken world, nodding as Finn spoke.

He went to leave, to find her, when Finn grabbed his shoulder stopping him.

“Where the hell are ya going Isiah?! You can’t leave your best mate man c’mon.” He said handing him another shot. Isiah put it back on the bar and turned to look at him, rage filling his eyes.

“Would you just fuck off? You lot clearly couldn’t give a shit less about where your sister is. Hell she may not want to see anyone, but I’ll be damned if she’s out there alone. I’ll go do your jobs for ya. I’ll find her.” He said, pushing past Finn, getting his coat and leaving.

The rain was coming down heavily, huge cold drops slamming onto his skin relentlessly. He had to squint into the night to see and decided to check the betting shop. When he came in, he saw Polly doing work on the reports for the previous day. 

She looked up and gasped, shocked to see him coming in so urgently. 

“What on earth! Isiah you scared me. What’s wrong?” She asked getting up from her desk. 

“It’s Y/N. She hasn’t come back. Tommy sent Finn to find her but none of them are willing to. They’re too busy getting drunk off their asses.” He said wringing his hands a bit. 

“Dear god...” Polly said looking around, a worried expression overcoming her features.

“Where would she go when she’d get upset in the past?” He asked, hoping she’d remember something from raising them all those years ago.

She paced around and thought for a moment, her eyes lit up slightly. 

“I remember she used to run to where the forested areas started near the road we went on the other day just outside town. Remember that road?” She asked.

Isiah thought a moment and then it clicked. He looked at her and nodded, grabbing his cap and putting it on. “Can-can I borrow the keys?” He said urgently. Polly nodded in response. That was all it took for him to burst out the door and to the car, starting the engine and heading toward the edge of town. 

Once he got to the road, he got out and walked reluctantly into the forest, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness as the rain hell heavily again. 

“Y/N!.....Y/N?!” he yelled as loud as he could. After waiting a couple of minutes he heard a whimper and a slight scream in the distance. He ran, following it, grabbing hold of his gun in his holster. 

The cold rain fell on his skin as he ran through the trees, twigs and bushes catching on his coat and pants. His shoes were gradually soaked through with a thick layer of mud coating them as he ran, calling out her name. Once her cries got closer, he saw her curled up under a tree holding her arms close to her, as they bled.

“Y/n? what are you doing out here?” He asked slowly walking towards her. 

“I-I wanted to get out. I wanted to leave that fucking place for a while. This is the only place I feel okay...” She said sobbing in the cold rain. He sat by her and took his raincoat off and draped it carefully around her. 

“Y/n...what happened? You can tell me.” Isiah said as she curled up to him. 

“I wanted to let off steam so i ran here, took forever-” She chuckled lightly as she shivered. “-but I got here and wanted to run to this spot. I-I always came to it when I was younger after Finn or Ada and I would get into a fight, but this time I took a wrong turn and tripped and scraped my arms to high hell cuz of the fucking mud...” She said examining her arms under his jacket. 

“I know they’ve been assholes Y/n, believe me. They told Finn to get you while everyone was at the Garrison, but they were too busy drinking so I went instead. I couldn’t spend another minute knowing you ran off somewhere. Just know you can run to me if you need to next time okay?.” He asked softly.

“Thank you.” She said nodding and looking up at him, the moonlight catching in his eyes. 

She stared at his lips and it was as if he read her mind, quickly bringing his lips to hers. When they pulled away from each other they smiled, savoring the moment. 

“Um Y/n?...” Isiah asked nervously.

“Yeah?” Y/n said raising her eyebrow at him.

“I’m surprised Finn hadn’t told you, or well, everyone. But...I like you and when we get back in town and get you cleaned up, I’d like to take you out.” He said.

“I’d like that.” She said, smiling before attempting to get up and almost falling again as Isiah steadied her. As they walked back to the car, a question plagued her mind.

“Why out of all people, did you come looking for me?” 

Isiah thought for a moment and smirked.

“Because I, out of all people actually care about you.” He said. 

She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder as they continued walking, the pale moonlight guiding their path to the car.

[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Language of Flowers *Finn ShelbyxOC

Summary: Finn fancies the florist’s daughter. 

           “Finn fancies the florist’s daughter!” Isaiah ducked to avoid a sloppily aimed punch from Finn. The youngest Shelby attempted to stop his friend from bursting into the betting shop and announcing the news, but Isaiah was persistent.

The shop was closed so it was only several family members and a few employees left lingering.

John and Arthur both burst into laughter almost instantly. Finn’s face went completely red and he shoved Isaiah. “I do not!” He attempted to save face but it was too late.

“Yes, you do.” Isaiah grinned and pulled the younger boy into a headlock, tousling his hair roughly. “He’s been hanging ‘bout the storefront all day. She said hi to him and he nearly came in his fucking pants.”

“Shut up!” Finn wrestled away from him. “That’s not what happened.”

Tommy looked amused but gave his brothers a look to settle down. “The florist’s daughter. Lucy’s her name, right?” He asked in a gentler tone.

Finn looked at his shoes and nodded sheepishly. “Lucy Welch.”

“Look at him.” Arthur stood up and wrapped an arm around his brother. “Little Finn’s gone off and found himself a bird.”

“He’s growing up so fast.” John pretended to wipe tears from his eyes and clutched his cap to his chest.

“Fuck off!” Finn grumbled.

“Want us to help?” Arthur didn’t let up. He felt it was his duty as the oldest to give him a hard time. “Say she’s gotta go out with you by order of the Peaky Blinders.” He teased.

“No!” Finn could never tell if he was serious or not. “Don’t do that!”

“M’just yanking your chain.” Arthur chortled. “Sure she’d love to go dancing with ya.”

“He can’t fucking dance.” John was laughing so hard he nearly tipped backward out of his chair.

“Alright, alright, leave him be.” Tommy used the newspaper in his hand to whack John in the head. “How about you ask her out to dinner, you can take the car.”

Finn’s eyes widened. “You mean it?”

“As long as it comes back in good condition, of course.” Tommy agreed. “Just let me know and I’ll give you the keys.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Finn swiped a pack of Tommy’s cigarettes before walking down towards the Bull Ring where the Welch’s florist shop was. He smoked every so often, normally when he was with family just to fit in. But he brought them along just to give him that Peaky Blinders image. Maybe it would win over Lucy.

As luck would have it, the young woman was arranging a few flowerpots outside of the store. She had striking red hair that had caught Finn’s eye a few weeks back. Ever since then, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head. She’d said hi to him a few times in passing and it had made his day.

Finn was a nervous wreck by the time he reached the store. But he did everything in his power to try and come off calm. He’d seen his brothers attract the attention of the opposite sex many times before. They were confident and level-headed without a lick of anxiety to be seen. It was a trick he hadn’t quite gotten down yet. His palms were sweating and he couldn’t ignore his heart pounding in his chest.

Lucy looked up and smiled when she saw him. “Hello.”

“Hi.” Finn’s voice cracked and he could already feel his face heating up with embarrassment. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, uh, hi.”

“It’s Finn, isn’t it?” She continued adjusting the arrangement of lilies in the ceramic pot by the door. “You’re Tommy Shelby’s brother.”

“Oh, yes.” He nodded. It wasn’t completely surprising that she knew him. Most people in Birmingham were familiar with the Shelby family. He just didn’t think he was that important that people knew him by name.

“I’m Lucy.” She responded politely.

Finn knew that already. He’d asked around to get her name but didn’t want to admit that. “Think my brother knows your family.” He nodded.

“Yes, my father places bets with your brothers often. A very loyal customer of yours.”

Finn laughed a little nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well…I’ve got me brother’s car for the night. Or I mean, s’the family car. Not just his…”

Lucy smiled and bent down to scoop up the watering can by her feet. “Everyone knows you Shelby boys are trouble.” The playful glint in her eyes grabbed hold of Finn.

“Small Heath has always been full of trouble.”

She laughed softly and studied the youngest Shelby. He was dressed to the nines just like his brothers always were. With the signature flat cap, he was growing right into the role of a gangster. “Well, I don’t want my family’s shop getting blown up like the Garrison.” She smirked and raised an eyebrow at him.

“N-no, no, you don’t hafta worry about anything like that. Don’t feel like you need to say yes or…”

“You’re sweet. Not like your brothers.” Lucy interrupted him she didn't want to make him have a heart attack over her coy remark. “I’d love to go out with you.”

Finn’s eyes widened, the answer completely taking him by surprise. “You would?”

“Pick me up at eight?” She nudged open the shop door. "Bring that car of yours."

He nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I will." The two exchanged shy smiles before Lucy was called back into the shop. The youngest Shelby grinned and started to walk away, a new skip in his step. That'd show his brothers and Isaiah.

Masterlist

[flysafepapi]

masterlist

Decided to update the old one because I got rid of some old fics that I wanted to rewrite. Oneshots (or fics I’ve only written one part for yet) will have the whole title linked, series will be numbered.

Boardwalk Empire:

arrowhead (The Mist AU) 

empty chairs at empty tables

houses of chaos

heart of the ocean (Titanic AU)  1 2 3 4 5

can’t fill the hole inside of you with money drugs and cars 1 2 

i know that you’re so much more (Richard x Jimmy)

between us (Charlie x Meyer x Benny) 1 2

Peaky Blinders:

stay with me (requested Tommy Shelby x reader)

siren song (Vampire AU) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

the sin factor (Scream AU Isiah x Duke) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

best interests (John Shelby x platonic!OC) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

whisper of broken things + screaming of shattered beings - this one has too many parts so the link goes to it’s own masterlist (Arthur Shelby x OMC)

don’t you (Ruby Shelby centric) 1 2 

someone got violent and did not think twice (Tommy Shelby x OMC) 1 2 3 4 5 6 

i made brothers of a different kind instead

surprise (requested Tommy Shelby x reader)

the parting glass

sharpshooter (Tommy Shelby x Barney Thompson)

The Jack Shelby series (Alfie Solomons x OMC) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

hurricane (Bonnie Gold x OFC) 1 2 3 

so much to say (Isaiah Jesus x Michael Gray) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 

so empty so used up (requested Tommy Shelby x reader)

lines on your hands (requested Aberama Gold x reader)

dangerous (Johnny Dogs x OFC) 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

a fate that befell me (Alfie Solomons x Arthur Shelby) 1 2 3

[fuelled-by-fanfiction-archived]

Here’s the characters I’ll be taking requests for from today (19th June), till I want to reopen them fully. I’ve been writing for the same dozen or so characters for the last month and the mundanity is driving me up the wall. I’ll include my request guidelines at the end.

I’m mad to write for some new fandoms, so please shoot me any and all requests you’ve got! 

* = these characters especially!

🔥Chicago Fire🔥

Stella Kidd*

Blake Gallo

Leslie Shay

Gabby Dawson

Brian “Otis” Zvonecek*

Joe Cruz

Peter Mills

🏥Chicago Med🏥

Sarah Reese

April Sexton*

Ethan Choi

Crockett Marcel

Natalie Manning

Noah Sexton

🚨S.W.A.T🚨

Jessica Cortes*

Victor Tan*

🚔Chicago PD🚔

Vanessa Rojas*

Kim Burgess*

🧬Prodigal Son🧬

Malcolm Bright*

Dani Powell*

JT Tarmel

Edrisa Tanaka

🧠Criminal Minds🧠

Emily Prentiss*

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

⚖️Law & Order: SVU⚖️

Olivia Benson*

Amanda Rollins

Sonny Carisi*

Kat Tamin

Rafael Barba

Peter Stone

🥃Peaky Blinders🥃

Tommy Shelby*

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Ada Shelby*

Finn Shelby

Polly Shelby

Isiah Jesus

Request Guidelines

Character x reader requests only, please. No pregnancy/miscarriage of the reader, no hospitalisation of the reader, no heavy gore, no abuse, no infidelity, no heavy smut, no mental health, no hate speech. 

Please send your request in an ask and not in a reply or in a message.

I write oneshots, blurbs/drabbles, headcanons, GIF imagines, preferences (specify the characters), as well as moodboards, icons, and fake social medias.

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Normal

Pairings- Arthur Shelby x male reader(platonic), Polly Grey x male reader(platonic), a little bit of Isiah Jesus x male reader

Word count- 1,969

Warnings- Period-typical homophobia, internalised homophobia, underage drinking(is that a warning??), swearing. I think that’s it, let me know if I’m wrong.

A/N- Soooo Instead of writing things people have requested I’ve written this, I might write a part two(if people want one). Anyway! Enjoy some accepting Arthur Shelby, lads!!

I started working for the peaky blinders a few months ago, they never made me do anything dangerous, they always said I was too young. I went to them after getting kicked out by my parents. My father had caught you kissing another boy, dragged me home and told my mother. They disowned me immediately. With tears streaming down my face, I went to the peaky blinders in hopes of finding a job. Taking pity on me, they let me work in the betting shop. I’d be forever grateful.

I never told them that I was homeless. They didn’t need to worry about me, they’d helped me enough, in my books. They knew my parents disowned me, but that was all they knew. They thought I was staying with an uncle. Until...

After a long day of work, the Shelby’s invited me to the Garrison with them. They allowed me to have a few glasses of whiskey. However, while no one was looking I stole a bottle of whiskey, placing it in a hiding spot. After I’d finished the whiskey they said I was allowed, i was stuck drinking water, but I really didn’t mind.

I left about fifteen minutes before shutting time. I went into the alleyway next to the Garrison and started to drink the stolen whiskey. At some point tears started cascading down my cheeks. I couldn’t help the thoughts that plagued my mind. How much easier life would be if I liked women. How I wished my family never found out that I don’t. Thoughts of ending it all, however, were the loudest.

I was so caught up in my head and thoughts that I never noticed Arthur Shelby sitting next to me. I was close with Arthur. He’d taught me how to fight, he’d talk and joke around with me, and he was always there if I needed to talk to him. I knew that I couldn’t go to him with the thoughts I were having though, or...at least sober me did.

“Why’re you crying, lad?” He asked, voice surprising soft. He was also surprisingly sober. “Eh? Come on, you talk to me.”

“I’m not normal, Art,” I mumbled, loud sobs escaping me, shaking my body. Arthur rubbed my back soothingly.

“Whatcha mean by ‘at, eh?”

“I don’t like women,” I cried, too drunk, too overwhelmed to remember to lie. “I like men.”

“And? I asked how you’re not normal.” I looked up at Arthur, shocked by the fact he didn’t start beating me.

“That’s what wrong...” I trailed off, staring at him in disbelief.

“Why’s that’s wrong? You like a bit of cock? So what? Doesn’t matter to me, does it?” I couldn’t respond, too taken aback by his words. A couple minutes passed before Arthur realised I wasn’t going to say anything. “Where’d you stay? I’ll walk you home.”

“No, it’s fine,” I quickly said.

“You’re far too drunk to walk home, let me help you, kid.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Where’d you stay?”

“Leave it.”

“No. Where?”

“Wherever I fall asleep,” I murmured sadly.

“What does that mean?” Arthur’s voice was thick with concern.

“I don’t have a home...” My tears, that had started to slow down, sped up again.

“Right then.” Arthur stood up, dragging me up with him.

“What’re you doing, Art?”

“If you don’t have a home, then you’ll stay with me until you do,” He said like it wasn’t it a big deal. How could he not see how big this was?!

“Th-thank you, Arthur.”

“It’s fine.”

The next day, I woke up to the smell of coffee.

“Up and at ‘em, sunshine,” Arthur said from his seat at the table. I smiled at him before I remembered what I’d told him last night. I jolted up, staring at him with wide, panicked eyes.

“Arthur, please, please don’t tell Tommy,” I begged. “I need that job! Shit, please don’t go to police! Please-“

“(Y/N), calm down, lad. ‘m not gonna tell anyone, alright?” He cut me off, speaking slowly to make sure I understood.

“Thank you, Arthur, thank you. I-I’ll get out of your hair, thank you, Arthur.” I stood up and started to make my towards the door, but Arthur’s hand wrapping around my wrist stopped me. I froze. This was it, he was gonna beat.

“You’re not going anywhere,” He said. I froze, tears burning my eyes as I tried to accept my fate. “For fuck sake, (Y/N), I’m not gonna hurt you. I don’t care if you like men, doesn’t effect me, does it? But for the love god, you’re not leaving, you don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Wh-what?” I stammered, turning around to face him. “You’re not... disgusted?”

“Disgusted?” Arthur let out a chuckle. “No, I’m not disgusted that you like something I don’t.”

“O-okay.”

“You’re gonna stay with me, yeah? Just until your old enough to get your own place, okay?”

“Okay,” I breathed out, still not fully believing that he was so excepting.

“Great! Now drink your coffee, have a shower and then we’ll go to the shop.” I nodded. “I’ll get you some new clothes today while you’re working,” He said as I sat down.

“It’s fine, Arthur, you’re already doing so much for me. Thank you.”

“First of all, stop thanking me. And secondly, you need some new clothes, kid. Don’t fight me on this,” He concluded, voice firm.

“Okay, Arthur. Tha-“ I cut myself off.

“Good.”

Work was the same as it always was, except, after Arthur talked to Polly, she was looking over at me the full day. Something in eyes...pity? Either that or something akin to it.

“Tommy! I’m gonna take my break!” I shouted.

“Aright, lad!” He shouted back, I stood up, put my cap on and started to head for the door. I was gonna go to the boxing and see Isiah. I fancied the Jesus boy too much, even though I knew he liked women. He was just amazing. Polly however had other plans and she stopped me, asking if we could talk.

“(Y/N), Arthur told me,” She said once we were alone. My eyes widened, I subconsciously took a step back. “Calm down. He told because he knows I don’t care, everything to do with my family’s illegal.” She laughed at the end of her sentence. I smiled softly at her.

“Okay, why are you talking to me then?” I asked, confused by the turn of events.

“I want you to know that if you need anything, I’m here. Also, if anyone says or does anything to you because of it, tell me, or Arthur, and we’ll sort it out, okay?”

“Okay, thank you, Polly.” I smiled widely at her.

“You’re welcome. Now fuck off,” She joked.

“Yes, mam.” I jokingly saluted before heading off, her laugh following me down the hall.

I stood ring-side watching Isiah box Finn, well... really I was looking at Isiah’s body, his arms-

“(Y/N), you alright there, mate?” Isiah laughed. I’d been so caught up in my own head I hadn’t realised the ‘fight’ had ended.

“Y-yeah, sorry, bit out of it today,” I laughed, hoping he hadn’t realised I was staring at him.

“It’s fine, mate, come on. I need to get changed.” I followed behind him. Once Isiah was dressed, we left, and once we were alone he turned to me. “Like what you see?” His voice sounded smug.

“Wh-what?”

“I saw you staring at me, when I was in the ring, did you like what you saw?” He chuckled, cockiness oozing off him.

“I-I-I.” I didn’t know what to do or say. The honest was yes, obviously I did, he’s gorgeous. The safe answer, however, was no. Fuck, what do I say?! Fuck, I need to say something! Anything!

“I’ve seen you fighting before,” Isiah began, moving ever so slightly closer to me. “I liked what I saw.” My thoughts were racing. Did he actually like what he saw, or was he trying to figure out if I liked men? Did he like men? Did he like me? Or was he going to beat me for liking men? Fuck! Why can’t I just like women! “So, did you like what you saw?” Fuck it, you only live once, right?

“Yes,” I breathed out. He smirked at me, moving closer, backing me up against the wall of the empty alleyway. Fuck! Why did I say yes?! This is it. This is how I die. I closed my eyes, trying to be ready for his first punch... but it never came.

“Good.” I felt his breath against my face. “One day, I’ll let you see all of me. Unfortunately, we can’t do that in an alleyway, love,” He sighed. I slowly opened my eyes, his staring into mine. He placed his hand on my cheek, brushing his thumb across it. “One day, I promise you, pretty boy.” He looked around, making sure no one saw before placing his lips on mine. “See you later, pretty boy.”

“Bye,” I murmured quietly as he walked away. I smiled to myself as I walked back to work.

The rest of the day went by pretty easily after that. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Isiah said. He liked me, right? Or did he only like my body? Who cares?! Isiah Jesus, the preachers son, wanted to, at least, fuck me.

“(Y/N)!” I heard Arthur’s booming voice, tearing me from my thoughts. “Come on, we’re going home!” I nodded, grabbed my cap and followed him to his home.

Once we got in, Arthur made me a coffee and poured himself some whiskey.

“So... What did you get up to today?” Arthur asked, smilingly knowingly.

“Nothing much. Same as usual, why?” I stared intensely at the coffee in my hands. It’s one thing to say that you’re okay with a man liking other men, it’s another to actually be okay with it.

“It’s just... You went to the boxing, yeah?” I nodded. “And Isiah was there?” I nodded again, slower this time. “Right. Then the two of you came back to the office with this...this glow about you.”

“Glow?” At this point I was starting to question Arthur’s sanity.

“Yeah. Not literally glowing, obvious, both of you just seemed the have something on your mind.” That smile. That smile on his face, it was genuine. Almost like he was truly happy for me.

“Well, it was a good day,” Was all I said back, because, well what else could I say?

“I’m sure,” He chuckled. “Anyway, while you were off having your ‘good day’, I sorted out your bedroom.”

“My bedroom?” My eyes widened as I realised he was serious about me living here.

“Yeah, s’only small, but it should do for now. Tommy’s coming into some money so we’ll probably be moving,” He shrugged. A smile spread over my face.

“I know you said to stop, but thank you, Arthur!” I beamed, and, without thinking, leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Arthur. He seemed taken aback for a moment, but then he hugged me back.

“You’re welcome, (Y/N). You’re clothes are in your wardrobe. I’ll be honest, I got Ada to help me with the sizes. I’ll get some dinner on while you wash up, yeah?” He said, pulling back.

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you!” I shouted back as I ran upstairs.

After showering and changing into some clean clothes- not a full suit, just an undershirt and some trousers- I went downstairs to eat dinner with Arthur. It may not have been the best food in the world, but I loved it. It was a full meal and I hadn’t had that in a while. Then both Arthur and I went to bed. Tomorrow was the start of the rest of my life, a good life; a normal life.

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Uncommon, Yet Perfect

Pairings- Bonnie Gold x fem!Reader x Isiah Jesus(Bonnie x rem!reader, Isiah x fem!reader, Bonnie x Isiah)

Word count- 1,319

Warnings- Morning sickness, child birth(not in detail I pretty much just let you know it’s happened haha), People not understanding polyamory, fluff, not proofread. I think that’s all.

A/N- So... I wrote a thing... I don’t really know what to say about this. So... Enjoy!

P.S. Why is there only like two Isiah gifs??

You and Isiah had been together for a year when both of you fell in love Bonnie Gold. After a long and awkward conversation, the three of you started dating. The three of you had been dating in secret for a year when you realised...

“Are you okay, ves’tacha?” Bonnie’s concerned voice flowed through the door. Once you’d finished throwing up, you sat back, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand.

“Bon, do you know when my last period was?” You asked after you opened the door.

“Erm... eight weeks ago? Why? Is that ba- oh.”

“Oh my fucking God.” You rushed passed Bonnie and sat on the bed. “Where’s Isiah?” You breathed out.

“He’s making breakfast, want me to get him?” He asked, his voice shaky.

“Yes, Bonnie! Of course you have to get him!” You exclaimed.

“Okay.” He walked out of the room, returning a few seconds later with Isiah behind him.

“What is it?” Isiah’s face had confusion written all over it.

“I-I think I’m pregnant...”

“Wh-what? That’s amazing!” Isiah looked at Bonnie, both exchanging wide smiles.

“No! It’s not! We have to tell my family now!” You shouted. How could they not see the problem here.

“Yeah, but they can’t break us up anymore, can they?” Isiah chuckled.

“Yes they can! Once I give birth, they’ll make whoever’s not the father leave!” The smiles fell off their faces as they realised, one of them would have to leave. Either that or... they’d both leave you. This couldn’t get any worse.

“Alright, (Y/N), why have you called a family meeting? And why are Bonnie and Isiah here?” Tommy spoke sounding bored.

“Well... I, erm, I’m pregnant...” You trailed off.

“You’re fucking what?!” Arthur shouted.

“Wait, are one of them the father?!” Tommy shouted, suddenly no longer bored. I nodded. “Which one?” When you didn’t say anything Tommy got more annoyed. “Which fucking one, (Y/N)?!”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?! How can you not know?!”

“Because we’re both dating her,” Isiah spoke up, sounding a lot more confident than he really felt.

“What..?” Confusion was clear on all of your family members faces... all a part from Polly, who now decided to speak up.

“Fuck sake, you’re all blind if you’ve not seen the way they all look at each other.” She then turned to the three of you. “Congratulations.” She smiled, the three of you smiling back at her.

“Thank you, Mrs Grey,” Bonnie mumbled, smiling fearfully. “Mr Shelby, I promise that myself and Isiah will take care of (Y/N) and the baby growing inside of her. We’re both madly in love with her.” Tommy stared at you and your boys, perplexed.

“He’s right, Tom,” Isiah said. “We love her, more than you’ll ever know.”

“(Y/N), you love them...both...as well?”

“Yes, Tommy. I’m in love with both of them, and I know that they’ll both look after this baby, regardless of who the biological father is,” You spoke as clearly and with as much confidence as you could. Tommy looked at the floor, clearly thinking about everything that had been said.

“Okay, okay. I’ll allow this, but if either of you dare lay a finger on her, I’ll kill you both, blinder or not,” He stared the boys down. “Got it?”

“You don’t ‘ave to worry mr Shelby, neither of us would ever hurt the best thing that’s ever happened to us, right, Bon?”

“Exactly, Iz.”

“Well, one of you are going to have to marry her. You’ll have to choose one.” You hadn’t thought about that, having to get married to only one of your boys.

“Shit...”

“Isiah, you can marry her,” Bonnie spoke, looking down at the floor.

“Bonnie, are you sure?” Isiah asked, taking in the sadness that radiated off Bonnie.

“Yeah, yeah, you can do it. Your dad said that’s all he’s ever wanted for you, so you’ll marry (Y/N).” You had to speak up when you saw how upset Bonnie was at the thought of never marrying you.

“I’ll marry you both.” Your boys opened they’re mouths to explain that wasn’t possible, but you cut them off. “No, I know that I can’t legally marry you both. I’ll legally marry Isiah, but the ceremony will be for the three of us. I’ll marry both of you, even if they government won’t recognise that I have,” You explained, happiness flooding your veins when you saw wide smiles spread across your boys’ faces. Without thinking, the two of them kissed each other. If your family wasn’t confused before, they definitely were now. However, what confused them more was the smile on your face. Seeing how much Bonnie and Isiah loved each other always made you happy.

“We’re getting married!” Bonnie exclaimed, wrapping one arm around you and one around Isiah. The three of you stayed in that warm embrace for awhile.

“Right!” Polly clapped her hands, cutting your three-way embrace short. “We’ve got a wedding to plan! For once,” She mumbled the last part making you laugh.

The wedding was perfect. It was a small affair, just friends and family-for obvious reasons- but it was amazing. Both Arthur and Tommy walked you down the aisle, your boys waiting at you in front of a proud Jeremiah Jesus. Aberama Gold sat next to Tommy, smiling happily at the three of you. You couldn’t have been happier.

When you found out you were having twins, the boys would consistently joke about having a baby each.

You were at church with Isiah and Bonnie, listening intently to Jeremiah, when you felt a pain in your abdomen. It wasn’t long after that your water broke, you grabbed both boys arms making them look at you.

“What’s wrong?” Isiah whispered.

“My water just broke,” You panicked. The boys instantly stood up, helping you out to a private part of the church. An office, you assumed, but you didn’t really care at that moment in time. They put you down on the couch, panic coursing through all of you. “Polly. Get Polly here!” You demanded.

After about twelve hours, your babies were finally coming. You were breaking both Bonnie and Isiah’s hands as you pushed your babies out. Screaming out in pain as your first baby came out. Polly cut the umbilical core and handed the baby to Ada who quickly wrapped them up, cleaning off the blood. You were too busy pushing another human out of you to pay attention. Bonnie and Isiah, however, turned their heads and saw smooth pale skin on your baby’s face. They were, biologically, Bonnie’s... or so you thought, but seventeen minutes later your other baby is born. Ada hands you the first born.

“Congratulations you three, it’s a girl.” You smiled down at your daughter as Ada went to wrap up and clean your second born child.

“Oh my God,” You heard your sister mumbled.

“What?!” You panic.

“Your son, he’s-he’s... Isiah’s.”

“What..?” Confusion filled you and your husbands. When Ada turned around, however, you knew what she meant. In her arms was your son, with smooth dark skin, only slightly lighter than Isiah’s.

“That’s...possible?” Bonnie asked.

“Clearly,” Isiah responded, going to take a hold of your son.

“What’re you going to name them?” Ada asked, looking at your babies in awe.

“Jaheim and Roma,” You mumbled back, looking at your perfect babies.

“Jaheim?” Jeremiah asked with a smile.

“Yeah, Jaheim is a Caribbean name and Roma is a Romani name. Fits well with who their, biological, fathers are,” You laughed quietly.

Your families were in love with Jaheim and Roma, as you were the three of you. Yes, people weren’t very accepting. Yes they called you a whore. But you didn’t care. You had the best husbands in the world and two gorgeous kids. Plus, your family put a stop to the rude comments the only way they knew how, threats and violence. Your uncommon, yet perfect family.

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A/N- For anyone wondering, yes, it is possible to have twins that have different fathers. It’s incrediblely rare, but not impossible. It’s called hetroparental superfecdunation.

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You’re Not Bi Yourself

Pairings- Finn Shelby x Isiah Jesus, Finn X Shelby family

Warnings- fluff, swearing(obvs), I think that’s all but, as always, let me knew if I missed any.

Word count- 675

A/N- Thank you @the-makingsofgreatness for requesting this, took me a while, but it’s here. Hope you enjoy.

I just remembered I hadn’t uploaded this... ffs end me

Finn had known he liked men and women for a awhile, but most of his life he kept it hidden. He never even tried anything with a man, until he and Isaiah became close. He drunkly kissed him and, to Finn’s surprise, Isaiah kissed him back. After that night, the two began fooling around and it didn’t take long for them to admit they loved each other and start dating.

Finn and Isaiah’s secret relationship had been going on for a year and no one had noticed. Until they got careless.

The two had been drinking in the Garrison and as they walked home, Isaiah pulled Finn into an empty alleyway. Before Finn could register what was happening, he was pinned against the soot-cover walls with Isaiah’s lips on his. He wasted no time in kissing him back. As Isaiah’s hands started to wondered, they heard footsteps approaching and shot away from each other. Not quick enough however. As they turned to see Tommy standing in the alleyway only a couple yards away from them.

“Finn, come on, family meeting.” Tommy’s voice, as usual, carried no emotion at all. He walked away and Finn send Isaiah a nervous smile before following after him.

As the meeting was coming to a close, all matters of business talked about, all that was left to talk about was family matters; Finn was sweating. He was terrified that Tommy knew he liked men and that he would, probably, tell everyone else. The fear of being hated, disowned, or even beaten by his own family ate him alive.

“The last topic to discuss is about Finn,” Tommy announced. Finn locked eyes with his older brother that he’d looked up to for so long, pleading with him not to tell them, without saying a word. Tommy paused, seeing how scared his little brother was.

“Well...?” Polly said impatiently, cocking her brow.

“Finn-“ Tommy continued. “-if you want to be with Isaiah, that’s fine, but be careful, alright? Be a lot more careful that you were today.” Finn’s eyes widened, not only shocked that Tommy was fine with it, but also shocked by the unfazed looks of his family.

“Wh-what? You’re not angry?” Finn stammered, perplexed. Everyone was quiet until John spoke up.

“Of-of course we are-aren’t angry, Finn,” He said between his laughter.

“What...?” Finn has hidden his attraction to men for so long thinking his family would be disgusted, he just couldn’t wrap his head around them being okay with it.

“Little brother,” Arthur began (the person Finn worried most about). “John here is the only one of our siblings that doesn’t fancy the same sex,” Arthur said before letting out a hearty laugh.

“Re-really?”

“Aye, John here’s quite picky. If they don’t have a vagina he won’t go near them, but the rest of us? Myself, Tommy and Ada? We don’t give a fuck.” Arthur chuckled. “So, are you like the rest of us, or are you picky like John? Only men? Or do you fancy both as well?”

“I-I fancy both but... um, if things go how I want them too, I’ll never be with a woman again. I only want to be with Isaiah.” A smile pulled at Finn’s face and he let it.

“Aww, Finn, that so sweet!” Ada squealed, Polly nodding in agreement.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, Finny-boy’s whipped!” John laughed shortly before aunt Pol slapped the back of his head. “Ow...”

“So... if the meeting over... can I go see Isiah?” Finn asked, a sheepish smile on his lips.

“Alright, but invite him to a family dinner tomorrow, things we need to tell him if he’s gonna be with him our little brother,” Tommy spoke, looking Finn dead in the eye.

“Oh, come Tom, you’ve known Isiah forever, you know he won’t hurt me,”Finn argued, receiving a pointed look from Tommy that told him ‘to do as he’s told’. “Fine.”

“Good, now fuck off to your man,” Arthur grunted. Finn smiled at his family before bolting out the door. Leaving them to laugh at how ‘whipped’ he was.

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Guns and Jobs ⎯ SHELBY!Reader One-Shot

Pairings: Tom Shelby x SHELBY!Reader (platonic), (a lil) Isiah Jesus x SHELBY! Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders MASTERLIST Word Count: 1.5k (ish) Warnings: Cursing, gun use, mention of drugs SUMMARY: You are the youngest Shelby and Tom forbids you from dealing with anything that relates to the Peaky Blinders but you want to help. So you ask Finn and Michael to teach you how to use a gun. Since they don’t help you, you take it upon yourself to convince Isiah to teach you and Tom catches you two in the act. 

A/N This started as a headcanon, hence the beginning being a bit rough around the edges. This was also a request but I wasn’t doing good at following the prompt given so I decided to just go with it. Also, I did my best to keep the reader gender-neutral. Hope you enjoy <3 Sorry for such a long author’s note...

Being the youngest in the Shelby family means that Tom never lets you forget it. As the head of the family, he makes sure you don’t deal with anything related to the Peaky Blinders. But you’re a Shelby, you’re stubborn by nature. And you’re easily bored. So you rebel. Shelby Company Limited has taken off, which means you’re much antsier than you’ve ever been.

Tommy noticed it before any of your other siblings did, how you eyed the guns, and peaked hats. How you itched toward snow aka coke. Because you were bored out of your mind. Growing up as the youngest Shelby made you the most protected person in Birmingham. Which also meant you weren’t allowed to touch anything that dealt with gangs.

That didn’t stop you, no matter how many times Tom and Polly told you to stay home, to stay away from drugs. To be more than just the Shelby family. To be better than everyone else.

This is how you found yourself in front of Finn, asking him to show you how to fire a gun. “Please Finn?”

“No, Y/N! Are you tryin’ to get me killed? Tom would throw a fit!” Immediately he refused, so you went to your cousin, Michael. You hardly knew him due to him working all the time and him not being interested in knowing a “child”. 

“I think you’d be a good teacher, Michael...” You smiled at him, hoping it’d ease his mind. You knew he was prideful and that complimenting him may sway him. Michael showed some interest in showing you, but he offered to ask John. Which caused you to beg him to not bring it up to anyone else. 

After being turned down twice, you turned to Isiah Jesus, a young Peaky Boy who you’ve known forever. As a Shelby, you were born with wit and the ability to convince anybody to do anything you wanted. Besides your family of course. Only when you were younger would your big Y/E/C eyes and pout manage to get you what you wanted.

You’d managed to convince him to show you how to wield and shoot a handgun in a matter of minutes. Isiah didn’t know about Tom’s dislike of you being around weapons so he agreed without a thought.

So, this was how you and Isiah found yourselves in Charlie’s Yard, firing a gun at a barrel. It seemed dangerous at first, but you found that the bullets weren’t ricocheting off of the metal, so you two deemed it as safe. Isiah had his hand on your shoulder as he told you everything you needed to know. 

“Don’t forget to turn the safety off, when you’re ready to shoot.” He whispered in your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck raise. He showed you how to shoot before letting you use his gun.

The sounds of firing alarmed Charlie, who knew you weren’t supposed to be using guns. He had Curly tell Thomas, not that you knew. You found yourself jumping at the loud bangs but also enjoying it, laughing along with the boy.

It was fun, you decided after shooting a bottle or two. “You’re a natural.” Isiah sounded proud, which made you smirk. 

“I’m a Shelby.” You replied in a cocky voice, which was true.

But when Tom finally made it, he watched for some time. As you fired the gun with relatively good precision at the bottles Isiah set up before you. 

Before walking up behind the two of you silently. “Fun isn’t it?” You jumped at the sound of Tom’s voice, accidentally firing the gun in the air before Isiah took it from you, not forgetting to turn the safety off. 

Isiah saw the fury in Tom’s eyes and tried to defend you, but you cut him off, “I asked him! He had no idea, it’s all my fault.” You didn’t want Isiah to take the heat, especially not from Tom. “I promise!” You yelped when Tom didn’t move his gaze from Isiah.

Tom’s nostrils flared, “What the fuck is going on?” His blue eyes, trained on you. A bright fire visible on the surface of them, it terrified you. But you knew it was your fault.

“Y/N asked me to show them how to shoot a gun–” Isiah began but Tom cut him off.

“Did I fucking ask you? Piss off before I decide to punish you too.” Isiah nodded, holding his hat in his hands sheepishly before walking off. Not even looking you in the eyes as you stared at the muddy ground, biting your lip nervously. “What the fuck, Y/N?!” Tommy hardly ever yelled at you. 

Your head hung, staring intently at the ever-interesting mud puddle before you. “Fucking look at me!” The flinch that was sent through your body wasn’t supposed to be so obvious, but Tom saw it. And it made him feel bad for the harshness of his tone of voice.

Raising your head slowly, you gaze into Tom’s blue eyes. An ocean full of rage threatening to send a tsunami toward you. “I’m sorry.”

Tommy’s scoff was loud and dry, he held his chin for a moment, rubbing it thoughtfully. “Sorry? You’re sorry eh?” You knew he was angry and that the question was rhetorical but nodded nonetheless. To your surprise, Tommy began laughing. “I can’t fucking believe you’d run off to Isiah Jesus for firing lessons...” It felt like he was speaking to himself.

Which prompted you to gnaw at your bottom lip again. A nervous tick, due to Tom’s strange behavior. Whenever he got angry, he always threw fits... he never fell into strange silence and laughed. Tom never even laughed when he was happy. Not that happiness was a norm for the serious man standing before you.

Your brother was suddenly right in front of you, pointing his finger at your head, “Fucking touch a gun again, Y/N and you’re in for it–”

“Is that a threat?” Your boldness surprised not only you, but Tom as well as he narrowed his eyes calculatingly.

He shook his head, lowering his hand, “No, it’s a fucking promise.”

“Why?” You ask, the word falling on deaf ears as Tom began walking away. You’d expected much more than two sentences. You had expected rage, fury, fucking anything more than this... calm threat.

Tom stopped walking abruptly, turning on his heel and taking the few long strides he needed to tower over you. “Because I fucking said so and because it’s dangerous.”

Another scoff sounded from your chest, “Says the leader of the Peaky fucking Blinders–” Your brother cut you off. His eyes seemed to have softened since he walked away, as if space let him think straight.

“You’re my youngest sibling and if anything were to happen to you, I’d lose my bloody mind.” You wanted to retort with something nasty, something about how Tom’s never kind nor loving. How he’s only lost those who he loves because he’s an ignorant asshole who never thinks about how his actions cause a ripple in the world around them.

He drew in a long breath of air as you refused to look him in the eyes, “I won't let you near that shite because you’re young yet. You saw Finn go through the same thing-”

“But you let him use guns now!” You exclaimed loudly, sounding like a child.

“Because he’s an adult now! You aren’t, you’re hardly sixteen–”

“Some blokes get married at sixteen, you know–” The two of you were speaking practically over one another. It was a bad habit, due to Tom going easy on you very often. Except this time seemed to be the exception.

Tom shook his head, “Not you, not yet at least. Just fucking listen to me yea? I do it for your safety.”

“My being a Shelby will always put me in danger.” He nodded as you mulled over the new information. You knew Tommy cared, he cared about the entire family, but something inside you wanted to rebel. “If you teach me.” You stated.

He raised an eyebrow, “Teach you what? How to fire a gun?” Although Tom’s voice held humor, you knew it wasn’t because he enjoyed the idea. It was because he found it amusing that you wanted to fire a gun anyway, he found it funny that you were so interested in guns. He found that it was childish, not that he would say that. You nodded simply, that’s all you wanted.

“I’m a Shelby, I’m constantly in danger for fucking breathing,” The look of disapproval in Tom’s eyes made you roll your own. If he could curse like a sailor, so could you. “I should know how to defend myself. One of these days, the knife I have won’t be enough to evade death.” The words hit Tom in the heart.

He knew that was true, everyone did. Tom’s jaw twitched, “Fine.” His agreement surprised you beyond measure as a smile lit up your face. 

“Really?” The surprise was evident in your tone of voice.

“As long as you stay away from drugs and alcohol. I can’t have you addicted to anything if you’re gonna be working for me.” You tilted your head in confusion, “A new position has opened up at Shelby Company Limited–”

“And that is?” You quip in between his words.

Tom smiled, or at least you think he did. Tom smiling was so rare these days that whenever he did, you weren’t sure if it was real. “Junior accountant. Got to have someone for when Michael goes off to America.” It felt amazing. Being given a chance to prove yourself. 

You hugged your brother tightly, “Thank you! Thank you for not killing me that is.” Tom chuckled quietly and you smiled harder than you had in weeks.

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This may not be a surprise to over half my mutuals or followers on here lol but my blog is slowly morphing into a Peaky Blinders blog even though I’ve legit had this account for YEARS lmao. It’s seen so many fandoms omg 🥴. If you’re a mutual and haven’t gotten tired of my shit and changing fandom obsessions I just wanna say ily and you’re great. I stopped going on here for a really long time...and over the last month or two I’ve gotten more into this hell-site again cuz corona so it’s good to be back on my bullshit. With that said....

If any of y’all have any Peaky Blinders x Reader requests/would like an imagine or head canon type thing then I’m totally up for doing some! I’m a little rusty on the the whole thing but I’ll do my best! :)

***Details on what I do and don’t do for requests and how to request are in the link in my bio called Request Rules.

**Peaky related asks or general curious asks are also welcome, or if you just need to talk. :)

Also, I’d like to say thank you to any of the peaky writers who’ve written requests for me, or who I’ve began to follow recently, you all are so talented and I love and appreciate y’all so much! 🤗

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Request Rules:

I'm mainly doing Peaky Blinders requests but I am open to doing requests from other fandoms. :)

**Ok so here are the Rules/Info for any imagines, oneshots, or headcanons (these are also linked on my site and in my bio) :**

1. I will NOT be writing smut unless requested by someone 18+. If you are 18+ and would like to request something smut related, I would prefer if it was sent through messages or through anon if that is more suitable for you.

2. I will NOT write about abortion, suicide, rape/sexual assault, abuse.

3.  I will post a Content/Trigger Warning above each piece, along with what character it's for, the word count, and a small plot summary.

4. These will be "x Reader" imagines/oneshots/headcanons unless someone requests one with their name.

5. I will tag the person who requested something towards the top of the post and in the tags unless anonymous. In that case look under the tag #katiesanons.

Request Info:

- Your name (if you want it used) if not just put y/n or x reader.

- What type of imagine/oneshot/headcanon you want (ex: fluff, angst, etc).

- Small Plot/Scenario so it's not too vague.

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Masterlist:

// Prompt List //

(**) Indicates Smut (18+ Content)

Made: 9/12/2020

Updated: 7/14/2021

Do not repost my work.

Peaky Prompts Requests:

Thomas Shelby:

“There it is...that smile.” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

** “Lost Senses” **  ~  Based off fluff prompt 8. Dom!Tom xSub!Fem Reader

“Whatever Works” ~ Based off fluff prompt 11 and angst prompt 15. Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Bets & Beatings”  ~ Based off angst prompts 8 & 16. Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“I’m Not Letting You Walk Home Alone.” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“You Owe Me One.” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader  

“Mistakes” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Golden Ring” ~  Part 1 | Part 2  Thomas Shelby x Reader

“Borrowed Time” ~ Based off angst prompts 4 and 17. Thomas Shelby x Shelby!Sister Reader

“Caps & Crowns” ~ Based off humor prompt 6. Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Terrible Two’s” ~ Based off humor prompt 15. Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“I’ll Follow You Into The Dark” ~ Based off fluff prompt 1. Thomas Shelby x Reader (they/them)

John Shelby:

“Stay” ~ Based off fluff prompt 6. John Shelby x F!Reader

Finn Shelby:

“Horsing Around” ~ Based on off humor prompt 14. Finn Shelby x Reader (they/them)

Michael Gray:

“Revenge” ~ Based off angst prompts 2 & 3. Michael Gray x F!Reader

Alfie Solomons:

“Wakeup Call” ~ Based off angst prompt 15 and humor prompt 4. Alfie Solomons x Reader (they/them)

Bonnie Gold:

“The Fair” ~ Based off fluff prompt 10. Bonnie Gold x Reader

Imagine/Oneshot Requests:

Thomas Shelby:

“Drowning” ~ Thomas Shelby x Sister!Reader (OC: Evelyn Shelby)

“Piece by Piece” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Roses” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader, Finn Shelby x F!Reader

“What Friends Are For” ~ Thomas Shelby x Best Friend!/F!Reader

“For The Family” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Reap What You Sow” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Little White Lies” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“The Proposal” ~ Thomas Shelby x Reader (they/them)

Ada Thorne:

“Key to My Heart” ~ Ada Thorne x F!Reader

Bonnie Gold:

“North Star” ~ Bonnie Gold x F!Reader

Johnny Dogs:

“A Secret Life” ~ Johnny Dogs x F!Reader

“New Beginnings” ~ Johnny Dogs x F!Reader

Arthur Shelby:

“Mending Hearts” ~ Arthur Shelby x F!Reader

John Shelby:

“Cookies, Tea, & Ass-Grabs” ~ John Shelby x Esme (Lee) Shelby

Isiah Jesus:

“Out of All People” ~ Isiah Jesus x Shelby!Sister

Shelby Family:

“A Sister’s Intuition” ~ Shelby Family x Shelby!Sister Reader

Requested Fics & Original Works:

Thomas Shelby:

** “Deal with the Devil” ** ~ Multi-part Series ~ Thomas Shelby x Isla Maxwell (OC)

“Unfinished Business” ~  Part 1 | Part 2  Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Tea Party” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Just Business” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“House Calls” ~ Part 1 | Part 2  ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“To the Moon” ~ Part 1 | Part 2 ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader (Part 1) - Thomas Shelby x Anna Shelby (OC/Daughter) (Part 2)

** “The Day-Shift” ** ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Swan Lake” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

** “London Affairs” ** ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

Shelby!Sister:

“Burnt Toast” ~ Polly Gray/The Shelby’s x Shelby!Sister Reader

“Trouble Maker” ~ Thomas Shelby x Shelby!Sister Reader 

Finn Shelby:

“Trust Issues” ~ Finn Shelby x F!Reader

Bonnie Gold:

“Whiskey Glasses” ~ Bonnie Gold x F!Reader

“Butterflies 🦋 “ ~ Part 1 | Part 2 ~ Bonnie Gold x F!Reader

Michael Gray:

“Letting Go” ~ Michael Gray x Reader

“The Mask” ~ Michael Gray x F!Reader

** “Silver Linings” ** ~ Alfie Solomons x Adopted Daughter!Reader + Michael Gray x Alfie’s Adopted Daughter!Reader

Tatiana Petrovna:

“Russian Roulette”  ~ Tatiana Petrovna x Thomas Shelby

Holiday & Other Headcanons:

“Friends & Foes”  ~ Arthur Shelby x Johnny Dogs

“Ring Leader” ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

“Costumes” (Halloween Headcanons) ~ Peaky Blinders x Reader

“College Headcanons: Modern!Peaky Blinders Edition” ~ Part 1 | Part 2

“College Headcanons: Modern!Alfie Solomons Ask”

Holiday Mood Boards & Blurbs/Drabbles:

“Father Christmas” ~ John & Esme Shelby

“Under The Mistletoe” ~ John & Esme Shelby

** “Christmas Vacation” ** ~ Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

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What are you writing at the moment ? Are there some requests or story coming ??

Yep! I’m currently writing an Isiah Jesus x Shelby!Sister oneshot request 😌✨ and I have a Pt. 2 for a fic called “Unfinished Business” that’s in the works.