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anonymooseforever007 · 2 years ago

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The Engagement

(Luca Changretta x Shelby sister reader)

Summery: You had made it very clear already. You had absolutely no intentions of marrying Luca Changretta for a business deal.... So your brothers really should have been suspicious when you eagerly requested for them to set up a meeting for you and your fiancé one neutral ground.... And they should have been scared when you choose Alfie's shipyard as that neutral ground....

A/N: Hi Y'all! No trigger warnings besides peaky language and threats I think! There are talks about an arranged marriage, but once again we'll see how that goes over.... This is the first time I've like written Luca besides just mentions so I hope I did alright! Also I write this like two weeks ago but forgot to edit it until today oops! Enjoy!❤️

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Part 1- The Proposal Main Masterlist

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"Remind me again why the fuck we're we're here Tom?"

"Ask her. She was the one who choose the meeting place."

"Keep in mind that she can also hear you perfectly well brother darling, and if you ask that question one more time you won't be so lucky."

Arthur raised his hands in surrender as he took a seat by John as you all sat waiting for your company to arrive. Well, Tommy didn't sit. He just stood with a cigarette hanging from his mouth watching the entrance gate of the loading dock.

"All I don't understand is why you wanted to meet him here. After all, we're Romani blood right?"

"Yes Arthur."

"And Luca's Italian blood?"

"Correct"

"So why the fuck are we meeting at the fucking Jew's shipyard?"

"I actually agree with that. Why are we here? Isn't it suppose to be neutral ground or what not?" John chimed in and even Tommy tilted his head in concession. Even he wasn't sure why you choose to meet Luca in Alfie's territory. He would have rather met in Charlie's yard, but you'd insisted on being here, in the small boat yard on the edge of Alfie's territory.

"Simple. If he hates both of you he can't favor either of you. Thus neutral land is formed."

"That's some wise fucking words if I've ever heard them, poppet."

Turning around you smiled at the approaching gangster, his loyal dog strolling a few steps ahead. Reaching out you began to coo at the large dog who was eager to receive his belly rubs. Playing with Cyril always improved your mood. You ignored the groans of your brothers and John grabbing on to Arthur's coat to he decided to lunge.

"Hello Arthur!"

"Fuck off!"

"Oi! No fighting," you interrupted getting between the two men, "Now he may hate you all, but he can still hate one more than the other so let's not push it."

Alfie nodded his head mockingly behind you as you gently shoved your eldest brother away. Sending him back to his seat, you gave Tommy a short glare for not stepping in, to which he just shrugged, and then turned towards Alfie again.

"But really why are you here?"

"Can't a man walk his own property?"

"Sure, but you said everything would be ready for when Mr. Changretta arrived. You're not suppose to be here. It's to be a private affair."

"And it is. Just making one last check to see if you lot are all ready and make one last proposal of my own. Also I wanna remind ya not to get any blood on my dock. Just had it redone all nice and such. I wouldn't want your ugly guts staining the finish. I saw their ugly fucking cars pulling up down the street on my way in. Should be here any minute. It's a shame thou init? Pretty thing like you is too good for any of these cunts. If you'd like I can kill them all now and you can run with me, eh poppet? You can play with my dog any day you want."

You laughed as both Arthur and John stood up this time with indignant protests. Even Tommy tensed up and turned to glare at the man who had spoken.

"Alright then Mr. Solomons," you drawled, patting the man's chest, "While that is just a lovelyoffer, unfortunately I am already taken for," a quick glare at Tommy, "though you're welcome to leave the dog anytime. He's such a lovely boy." Cyril wagged his tail at the attention shoving his head into your leg like an over grown cat looking for head scratches. Ones you were more than happy to oblige.

"Well then, I best be off now haven't I mates? Unlike you lot I know to appease a pretty woman with her desires. Y/N." Alfie nodded his head as he stared to head off, Cyril waiting until his master had called thrice before leaving your side. It wasn't until they'd both rounded the corner when the company you'd finally be waiting for arrived. Three black cars pulled up smoothly before coming to a halt. From your place in the shipping yard you watched nine men exit the cars. A few more than you had expected but still not any issue.

Your brothers walked up first, and you saw Tommy moving to shake someone's hand. The man was tall with dark slicked back hair and he wore his hat slightly tilted on his head. He looked stupid. In his mouth sat a toothpick that he seemed to enjoy munching on as he listened to your brother speak. He looked like a cow when he did that you'd stubborn decided. A stupid cow. A handsome cow. But a handsome stupid cow. Stupid. handsome. cow man. asshole.....ok so obviously still you weren't happy to be there. After all, this was the man who threatened to kill your entire family. Even the children, and you made a habit of disliking anyone willing to harm children. They didn't have to want any of their own or even like them in general, but to be willing to harm something so innocent to the crimes being punished seemed wrong to you. So even without meeting the man you knew you despised him. What kinda lowlife monster would be willing to hurt innocent kids to get his revenge? ....Evidently one you're brothers we're willing to marry you too. But was there really no other deal he'd make for peace? Well....If things went to plan you were about to find out.

"I'm glad you were able to consider my proposal Mr.Shelby, I think it's much nicer this way isn't it?"

You didn't even try to hide your disbelieving laugh as the New York Gangster's words reached your ears. Immediately the attention went you, and since he was closer now, you could see the faint outline of a permanent stubble outlining his lower face. Stupid veryhandsome cow man. As he looked towards you for the first time Luca raised and eyebrow.

"Do you find something amusing?"

Tilting your head slightly, you smiled with a false sweetness. Out of the side of your eye, you noticed your brothers tensing up slightly. Be it from the fact Luca was so close or that you interrupted their conversion. Either way, they began to notice the glint in your eye. And slowly they were regretting allowing you to meet Luca before the wedding. As if an introduction at the alter would have been any better.

"Yes. Very amusing in fact. See, I came here thinking it was ME being proposed to," clasping a hand mockingly to your chest you continued, "But here we are and the only one being romanced is my beloved brother. ...Well, romanced isn't the word, that's got to be the shittiest proposal I've ever heard. 'I'm glad you've considered my proposal'.... poppycock! Aren't you Italians suppose to be good at this romance shit?"

Arthur choked on his tongue besides you as Tommy spoke your name in warning, which you ignored. Luca moved his toothpick around his mouth and he gave you a once over. If you hadn't already been set on hating this man, his stare would have sent a pleasant shiver down your back in a way few could these days. Finally, letting out a small but still amused hum, Luca reached out to shake your hand.

"Y/N, I presume?"

"Shelby. Y/N Shelby....Miss Y/N Shelby is my name. And you are too close, back up," you stated firmly. The special emphasis on both 'Shelby' and 'Miss' was more than enough to let anyone know your feelings on the current situation. Luca only raised his eyebrow again and rescinded his unaccepted hand.

"I'm Lu...."

"I know who you are," you interrupted.

"Really," Luca queried. Surely you didn't know enough about him then if you were treating him so flippantly, he thought. He was the man determined to end you entire bloodline only a few weeks ago. You should be terrified of what would happen if he decided he didn't want to marry you!! But no, he thought, instead you were....

"You're the man who thinks finger paintings are scary."

Luca's toothpick fell from his mouth, while John could be heard covering his laugh. Then his eyes narrowed and his voice became slightly darker.

"What did you say?"

Tommy put a hand on your shoulder as he stepped forward to put himself between you two. But before he could open his mouth to take control of the situation again, yours opened first. You waved your hands around in sarcastic excitement as you spoke, imitating the man's voice.

"What were you helping 'mama' with her lesson plan one day, making hand turkeys and decide, 'ohhh THUMBS! Terrifying?! That'll be a great way to show people not to mess with me!'"

Luca's eye twitched and if he hadn't already lost it, you were sure he would have snapped the toothpick between his teeth, his jaw was clenched so tightly.

"Watch your tone with me woma..."

"OR WHAT? You'll send me a finger painting?"

Arthur wrapped an arm around your waist and began to pull your back. No, he didn't like how Luca was speaking to you, but he also didn't want you to start a war of your own today. Even if he had a good idea you'd win. And yet still you weren't deterred.

"Can it be pink and have confetti? OOHH or maybe it can be red like the blood that's gonna run down your throat when imaamuahhh," Arthur hissed as you bit the hand covering your mouth, but it was enough time for Tommy to finally step in again. Briefly...

"She doesn't mean that. It's the fa..."

"He's right! I don't!" You interjected again, freeing yourself of your eldest brother, "I'm not actually a fan of blood, so I won't slit your throat, but I'd be carefully of the champagne at the after party. Never know what slips in the cups these days..."

This time it was John who grabbed you, though not as roughly as Arthur, but luckily for everyone you had finished.... for now. The entire yard was silent and even Tommy was at a small loss for what to say. Truth be told he didn't know if there was anything to say. It was a long enough shot to convince Luca that marriage would be a way to end the vendetta and now here you were, possibly ruining that chance within half an hour. While he could understand your anger, there was still a part of him that was annoyed at the fact you could be so tactless. Another part though, the part that was still your big brother, was incredibly proud and resisting the urge to laugh at your comments. Luca however, remained unimpressed.

"My apologies, Miss Shelby," Luca restated, started to become more than annoyed with your antics. Surely, you knew that he was the one holding the power here? If your family had it, there was no way they'd have even considered the marriage. He was the one holding all the cards and you were instead choosing to act as though this entire plan was your idea. In a quieter, and deceitfully threatening voice, Luca ignored your demand for space and leaned closer to your ear. "Though, one would think for a woman in your situation, you'd be a little more welcoming to your fiancé. After all, I've been so generous to reconsider my previous message of vendetta, haven't I Bella?"

John could be heard whispering to Tommy, probably demanding to be allowed to hit the taller man, but he was held back. Again, you ignored your brothers instead focusing on the man before you, who's just said one of the worst things he could have.

"Generous? You think you're generous to try and force a woman into marriage and take her away from her family? Is it generous to not to kill children in exchange for someone else's freedom? Do you expect me to be happy, fucking happy, to have to spend the rest of my life with you when I don't even know you? I don't who you are or what you might do to me. You expect me to just follow your every whim and play housewife, knowing that one day you may kill me to go after my brothers? Is that what you define fucking generosity as," you fumed, just as angry as you were when you first learned about the new deal. "Well, if that's generous then damn all of the generosity in the world to hell! I agreed to come here today to meet you for my family. I am agreeing to consider giving up some of my freedom for their safety, when I'm not even the one who started this whole mess. I could have said no. I could have left them to fend for themselves and likely die over a needless feud, but I didn't. Because I was the one who decided to be generous. I am the one willing to give up something good that I have, to keep spending bad from happening to someone else. That is generous. My drawback for their benefit. I didn't have to do it but I did. Because I love them. So unless you're more incompetent than you've come off so far, I'd try thinking of a better word than generous for that little statement if I was you," speaking tersely you dared Luca to question your speech. Then taking a deep breath you closed your eyes off a moment.

His last comment had thrown you off, setting you off in a way you hadn't meant to go. And while your words were true, this isn't where you wanted the conversation to go. Not if your plan was going to work. It couldn't work if you'd pushed Luca too far too fast. He needed to be in just the right spot for the biggest blow to make the most efficient impact. Sighing, you straightened your shirt and looked down at your shoes. Your glare dropped and an almost desperate look appeared in your eyes briefly.

"Besides.... is it too much to ask for a proper proposal? Like the one from a story that makes you dream of true love," Tilting your head in an almost wistfully sad way, you'd met Luca's gaze again, noticing that by some miracle he's eyes had softened just slightly. "Even if it's not true it would be nice to pretend wouldn't it? To actually be asked to be one's forever even if it seems there's only one answer? Can't I at least be granted that?"

Luca thought for a moment, taking the time to pull a new toothpick from his pocket. Shooting a brief glance over your shoulder, he saw your brothers staring at him intensely from a few steps behind. It crossed his mind that if he truly did want to, he could kill you here and now. Because he really did have the power in this fight. You stood within half an arms reach and the eight men he'd brought with him far outnumbered your three brothers. It could be an easy fight, over in mere seconds, damned how neutral this ground was suppose to be. He could kill you all now and the vendetta would be settled, AND he wouldn't ever have to deal with your infuriating brothers or your even more infuriating comments ever again. You had showed him no respect up to this point and if it were anyone else they'd have been dead after the first interruption. But you weren't dead, and for some reason, some unknown feeling brewing in the pit of his stomach, Luca wanted do keep it that way. So he unwittingly did exactly what you wanted him to do.

"You want a proper proposal," Luca drawled, his eyes falling to your lips once and his voice was calmer now, almost softly curious, like he sympathized with your plea, "Is that it? Me asking you, and that's all it'll take for this to be done? You'll be good and stop fighting?"

Smiling sweetly again, a more genuine smile this time you nodded, clasping you hands together and placing them behind you almost shyly as you rocked your feet. It was a complete change from your attitude moments ago. Like all it took was to believe someone was listening to you, for you to become this sweet little demure creature from the fairytales his mother taught in her class.

And somehow, naively Luca didn't realize the fairytale of your own act now. Giving a pleased smile, at what he assumed was your acceptance of the deal, he nodded, silently agreeing to your desires. Despite your beliefs Luca didn't think of himself as a monster, nor did he want an unhappy marriage either. He didn't necessarily care if you loved him, but it would be nice if he knew you wouldn't betray him. And if he could please his wife, he figured life would be so much easier for him in that matter. So he supposed he could give you this one thing you seemed to so closely desire. Besides, there was, again, this almost funny feeling that had settled in Luca's stomach. He couldn't say what it was but there was apart of him that was almost.... excited to be able to actually propose to you instead of just meeting you at the alter. It was something he couldn't explain and wouldn't admit yet but it was there. And so the next words from his mouth would seal both your fates.... or so he thought as he took the toothpick out of his mouth to fulfil your wish.

"Y/N Shelby? Would you like to..."

"Wait, not like that!"

Luca froze, his head tilting in confusion at the light frown that has formed on your face. Your brothers, as well as Luca's own men could be here whispering in the background. None of them were really sure what was going on now, but none of them moved, all equally curious to see where this was going.

"Not like that? Didn't you just say you wanted me to propose?"

"Yes, but I also said propose properly," you insisted, "if you don't do it the right way it may as well mean nothing."

"And what exactly does 'proper' mean by your standards? What do you want me to do?" There was a small amount of sarcasm in his words due to a voice in his mind that was starting to get annoyed again, but Luca ignored it. It didn't even take you a second of thought before your smile returned. As had the look that worried your brothers in the first place.

"It means get on your knees Mr. Changretta."

Silence echoed across the entire shipyard. Almost all the men present stood in shock, eyes wide, even Tommy at what you'd just said. Luca however just tilted his head to the side, his hat looked straight now, processing. The deceptively sweet smile still lingered on your face as you waited for a response.

"You said to get on my knees.... to propose to you?" he repeated slowly, wanting to confirm you'd actually just demanded that of him. He wanted to be sure you had the audacity to order such from him.

"I want you on your knees Luca....now."

....

Luca listened.

For some reason, one nobody would ever be able to explain, he did as you said. The toothpick was clenched tightly between his lips as he slowly lowered himself to one knee, eyes locked with yours the entire time. His men could be heard whispering to each other behind him, and Luca knew he'd have to have a talk with them later about what they saw. Luca took a deep breath in, contemplating if this was actually going to happen, if he was actually doing this....Evidently he was.

"Y/N Shelby..." he paused a moment as you stuck out your hand indicating he should take it... He did. You couldn't see it, but Tommy was looking up at sky, lips tightly together trying to hide his smirk. John and Arthur did have to turn around to hide their grins now too. Luca started again. The words were spoken with a slight hint of sarcasm as he repeated by the title you'd reminded him of earlier. Luca tilted his head in question, and if he did it any more his hat probably would have fallen off.

"Y/N Shelby, Miss Y/N Shelby.... would you do me the honor of marrying me, Luca Changretta, and become my wife?"

"No."

Luca almost choked on his toothpick, he inhaled so quickly, his cheeks darkening a slight tint of red. You hadn't even paused for a moment to think, bluntly rejecting the man on his knees before you. Squeezing his hand lightly, you smiled again, though now Luca could see the true meaning of the look and realised that you never had any intentions of accepting his proposal at al. You just wanted to make a fool out of him down on his knees. Quickly, that embarrassment turned to anger as Luca shot to his feet, pulling you closer by the hand and seething in your face. Behind you, your brothers shot into action as well, all tensing up and reaching for their guns. But they knew that even if necessary, they'd have no shot as you were practically shielding Luca with you body because if where they stood.

"That's is enough! Who the fuck do you think you are to fucking make me kneel..."

"Step back Luca," you interrupted, undetected by his ranting, but he ignored you.

"Don't tell me to fucking step back woman. If you think you can treat me...."

"Step back Luca," you repeated again calmly, but it only served to anger him more.

"STEP BACK! Step fucking back!! I will stand wherever I fucking want to stand," and with that he stepped even closer, to where the tip of his nose was touching yours. "You don't seem to understand anything going on."

"Actually I..."

"NO! Your precious brothers are going to have a bullet coming out of every fixing hole they have in ten seconds in you don't fucking listen," His hands were on your shoulders know gripping you roughly. The toothpick in his mouth almost stabbing you in the face as he spoke. "You are not the one in power here, I am. You do not make the calls, I do. I am the one who can tear apart everything you hold dear." Luca leaned his head back arrogantly, looking down at you over nose. He was still less than an arm's length part. "I have nine men and you have three. So who's to fucking stop me from killing your brothers and having my way with you right now?"

A shot rang though the air.

Luca's toothpick was still in his mouth, but now half of it had been blown to sawdust by the bullet passingly cleanly before his face.

You just smiled...

"I told you to step back Luca..."

Every man in the ship yard ignored you, reaching for their guns, trying to find the shooter. Even your brothers looked around, slightly panicked, not knowing who fired the gun.... Or whose side they were on. The surprise of the shot, had loosened Luca's grip on you as you freed yourself and took a few steps back. Two more shots rang out from somewhere, landing close to Luca's feet, creating more space between the pair of you as he stumbled back. Then the shipyard went quiet again. Not a single man moved, for fear the next shots wouldn't be so harmless. Still searching for the ambusher Luca turned towards Tommy.

"I thought you said this was neutral ground! It's suppose to be private," He demanded, completely ignoring the fact he, himself had just threatened you on the very same neutral ground.

"It is. Or it's fucking suppose to be. I have no clue what's going on," Tommy replied, just as concerned. He should have known Alfie would play dirty. He hadn't counted on you doing it either though.

"But it's just that Mr. Changretta," clasping your hands together, you started towards the Italian man again, having no fear of getting shot. "As I told my brothers earlier, 'If he hates both of you he can't favor either of you. Thus neutral land is formed.' And I promise, Alfred Solomons hates both of you."

Luca huffed and narrowed his eyes. "I suppose this was your doing too?"

"Of course. See that 'you' is spelled without an 'me'.....and me, well I, have a very good relationship with a certain man's dog. And it is just amazing what a man will do when his dog likes you."

No one spoke so you continued. Though your face remained composed in an accomplished grin, you were almost bouncing on the balls of your feet due to your excitement. Your plan was going very nicely. Laughing, you carelessly spun around once, observing the mass of boxes and boats and building around you.

"They're amazing are they? Snipers? Could shoot your hat off from half a mile away and you'd have never even heard the shot. Do you know how many snipers during the war were Jews? I don't, but I understand that Mr. Solomons employee a decent number of them. And when my dear friend heard of this whole marriage ploy?.....Well he righteously shared my outrage and offered to help me." Now you had taken to walking circles around your target. Now Luca realised that it was in fact you who had all the power, since the moment his tires hit the yard's ground. "And luckily for you, I did manage to curve his "help" from something a little bit less...murdery? Perhaps. After all, I do prefer to avoid violence if I can. There are so many more civilised methods than that...And finally we settled on this. The 'official engagement' taking place in this very yard, where I politely ask you to rethink your offer. And if you don't, we try to renegotiate.... and if you don't agree to that.... well. Luca you were wrong earlier..... I have far more than three men. All of who are very inclined to keep me safe. Now they've been instructed not to injury unless necessary, but that doesn't mean they can't give a warning shot. It doesn't mean they have to either. They were being very very nice just now. And you can't see them, but I promise they've had their sights on you for a while now. Why not give them a smile and then I'll tell you how this is gonna go." You opened your arms wide as if showing off everything. Luca just watched chewing on the half of his toothpick that remained.

"How what's gonna go?" It actually wasn't Luca who spoke up. Nor was it your brothers. One of Luca's men, had asked the question. You turned and smiled at the man nodding you head once as if pleased that someone was participating. Luca made a mental note to beat the man later for encouraging you.

"See I really don't want to marry you. I don't love you. I don't even know you. There's also the fact you threatened everyone I love. But I also understand you and my brothers' small minds are incapable of imagining deals involving anything other than fighting or fucking and I don't particularly want to do either of those things with it right now. So I've come up with a new plan and who knows, maybe it'll work out in everyone's favour. Are you ready to hear it?" You paused waiting for a response. When none came you raised and eyebrow and made a point of glancing towards a rooftop over Luca's shoulder. "Do you want to know how this will work Luca?"

"Fine."

"Perfect! So you WILL take back your little finger paintings, but I will NOT be marrying you anytime soon. However, for the good of our families I am presenting another option. Luca Changtetta, I will NOT marry you on a whim, but," You paused for a moment for dramatic effect, waiting until Luca tilted his head. "Should you agree... I will let you take my hand in courtship for one year. And I promise it will not be easy for you. If you manage to whoo me, the you can have your marriage. If not.... Well then I should hope by that day we are close enough friends to put the past behind us and everyone can go their separate ways."

Luca tilted his head in confusion, "What?"

Bloody hell, this man needed to pick up a romance novel. Huffing slightly your reworded your demands.

"Luca, you have a year to date me and make me fall in love with you. If you do I'll marry you. If not the you have a whole year to give up or come up with a better plan than killing everyone. Got it?"

"Why the fuck didn't you just say that in the first place? And what if I don't want to court you?"

"Because I didn't wanted to. And if you don't want to play then you can give up now or let the snipers play target practice."

Luca nodded his head and thought for a moment. The right choice was obvious as the fact that you were crazier than Alfred Solomons. After all, first you were threatening to kill him for trying to marry you, and now he had a year to change your mind. Luca's hand was still wrapped around his gun and he had half a mind to use it. The only thing keeping him from shooting you was the fact he knew, he'd have at least five bullets in him before he pulled the trigger. The obvious choice was to walk away now and give up the vendetta. You had just told him he could stop and you all could go your separate ways. No one else would have to die. All he had to do was give up, admitting you'd outsmarted him. He'd have to admit that you did hold all the power.

"Well, Mr. Changretta? What do you think of my proposal?"

Luca didn't like admitting anyone else had the power... Even if looked very good on you. And so his choice was made.

"I suppose I better learn your favorite type of flower amore."

"Whatever kind you're most allergic to Romeo"

.....

And so it began...

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evita-shelby · 1 year ago

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Persistence

Luca Changretta x shelby sister!reader.

Reader is younger than John and Ada, but older than Finn

Cw:mentions of sex, loss of virginity, older man/younger (consenting adult)woman

Gif by @daebom

He has wanted you since he last saw you.

You had grown up from the little girl who’d lost her mother into a beautiful young woman. He had seen you at his cousin’s wedding and known he’d do anything to have you.

That night he spent between your legs wasn’t enough, your virginity wasn’t enough. He needed to own you, to marry you and make you exclusively his.

So when Angel began seeing the Shelbys whore turned secretary sometime after Christmas, he took his chance. It was bound to blow up and it had by February. Angel had been beaten within an inch of his life by John Shelby, Angel’s right hand completely missing John Shelby and leaving Grace Shelby injured enough to divorce her husband and best of all, forcing Thomas Shelby to negotiate a peace.

Luca choose you. His little sister in the flower of womanhood, looking like an angel waiting to be ruined.

“I’ll be good to you, carissima.” He promised with a kiss of your hands.

And he has, treats as you deserve, gives you all you could possibly want and shows you how good a real man can make you feel.

You don’t love him, not yet anyways, but you will. Persistence was the key to success.

Luca has always been a patient man when it comes to love.

#luca changretta x fem!reader #luca changretta x shelby sister #luca changretta x reader

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lucyswinter · 1 year ago

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Request guidelines

Requests are : OPEN<3

Masterlist

Who/what I write for:

-Cillian Murphy/ characters: (Jackson Rippner, Tom Shelby, Neil Lewis, Jonathan Crane, Kitten Braden, Jim: 28 days later, Emmett: a quiet place part II, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tom Buckley)

-Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, JJ,

-The Bear: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Sugar Berzatto

-Saw: Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Jill Tuck, Lynn Denlon (for ships: I’ll do chainshipping, coffinshipping, and shotgunshipping/lynnmanda!)

-American Horror Story (All seasons up to Cult with the addition of 1984. Only ships if they are canon (by season, I mean)! i.e: I won’t do Kit Walker (s2) x Madison Montgomery (s3) or anything! And for canon relationships, I will do any season besides NYC and Delicate as long as they are already together. For example, I would do Montana and Richard from 1984.)

-Nip/Tuck: Sean McNamara, Christian Troy, Matt McNamara, Julie McNamara, Liz Cruz, Eden Lord, Sophia Lopez, Kimber Henry

-DC villains (from the Nolan trilogy or Gotham tv show! I will specify from which one I mean. I’ll also write Batman but that’s the only “hero”/vigilante)

-Peaky blinders: Luca Changretta, Tom Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Finn Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Oswald Mosley

-Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick: any characters! (For ships, I only rlly know IceMav 😭 but I’m open to others! I’ll also do penny!reader)

-Bridgerton/ Queen Charolette: Daphne x Simon, George x Charolette, Anthony x Kate, Colin x Penelope (and all of these characters individually as well as Benedict, Violet, Eloise, and the Featherington sisters! *Edit for season 3*: Lord Debling, Lord Stirling, Lady Arnold, Lord Anderson, Francesca Bridgerton, Cressida Cowper)

-Community: Professor Ian Duncan, Jeff Winger, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry , Annie Edison, Troy Barnes

-Impractical Jokers: Joe Gatto, Sal Vulcano, James Murray, Brian Quinn

-Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Destiel (will not do Wincest or Wincestiel)

-X-files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, MSR

-BBC Sherlock (only JohnLock)

-Good omens (only Ineffable husbands)

-Hannibal (only Hannigram)

(Any other characters im open to! Just PM me to see if I know the fandom/media they’re in, or rec with a few options! I’ll ignore if I don’t know them <;3)

I will write: A bit ooc (depends on scenario 🤭), fluff, smut, small-ish age gap, AU’s, non romantic pairings, alternate endings, fem!/gn!/afab!reader, character x reader, character x character

I won’t write: Male!/nonbinary!/trans!reader (im a cis female so I will write gender neutral reader if requested, but most fics (unless specified) were written with a fem reader in mind :)), incest, underage reader (or character), dub/non-con

Thanks for reading! Feel free to PM requests if you aren’t comfortable sending them through the question button or want to work through the request :)

#fanfic guidlines

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dragonsneversharetheirtreasure · 1 month ago

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You know that I’d just die to make you proud. The taste, the touch, the way we love

It all comes down to make the sound of our love song

Love Song: Lana Del Rey

New OC: Sabrina Changretta (eventually Shelby)

Aliases: Sab, Sabby (by the Du’Martel sisters) amore mia, mia cara moglie, Cara Mia, il mia amore, la mia vita (by Luca) love, darling, sweetheart (any other British term. all by Tommy)

Date of birth: 21st June 1888

Place of birth: Florence, Italy

Parents: Adele Laurent (Mother) Ottavio “Otto” Balotelli (Father)

Siblings: two brothers: Riccardo and Matteo

Children: Isabella and Beatrice Shelby (Legally Changretta) Enzo and Anthony Shelby

Love interests: Luca Changretta (husband) Tommy Shelby (Lover, eventual husband)

Appears in: Tommy x F!OC fic (untitled right now)

Faceclaim: Lana Del Rey

Backstory:

Sabrina Balotelli was born on the longest day of the year. And if you asked both her parents they’d give different answers. Otto would tell you his daughter was born late at night where as her Mother Adele would tell you she was born in the early hours of the morning.

She was a spoiled child, anything she wanted - she got. Even if it was as simple as a kiss from Papa before he went to work but her demeanour was meek and mild. She was soft spoken and sweet natured, rarely speaking out of turn.

Her older brothers are her world: Riccardo is a race car driver, staying clear of family business and Matteo an Italian Mafia Prince - Set to take over when their father steps down or dies.

When Sabrina was sixteen, she met Thomas Shelby while on a trip to England. The eighteen year old struck her as pretty with his light blue eyes and his deadly smirk. She gave her virginity up to him resulting in twin girls named Beatrice and Isabella.

At twenty three she married Italian-American Mobster with as thirst for vengeance after the death of some kinsmen. She’s the calm to his storm and keeps him on the straight and narrow in return for him raising her girls.

At twenty five, she crosses paths with Tommy Shelby once again. She gives birth to twin boys who are named Enzo and Anthony. She buries Luca who is killed in a gun fight between a few of the Changretta boys and Tommy and John Shelby

At twenty eight she’s married to Tommy and living in Arrow House.

Taglist;

@queenzee27, @munstysmind, @red-write-hand, @sherwoodknights, @gothicacetheatrekid, @watermeezer,

#peaky blinders oc's #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfiction #tommy shelby #tommy Shelby x f!oc #new oc: sabrina changretta (eventually shelby)

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year ago

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K’s Reading List — SEPTEMBER

Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.

September was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!

As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!

🧡 — denotes a story written for my 3.5k celebration

@call-sign-shark

Perfect Lines - Arthur Shelby x Reader/OC — 🧡

Boxing!Arthur thoughts/blurb - Arthur Shelby x OC

@evita-shelby

Happy wife, Happy life - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🧡

@youtifulsunshinelixfics

September Drabble Challenge - features several different Peaky characters

@notyour-valentine

Come Hell or High Water - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@little-diable

I Remember Everything - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Tommy Shelby Blurb - Tommy Shelby x Reader

The Woman In the Painting - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

Fly Away, Butterfly - John Shelby x Reader

Behind the Green Door - Interactive Fic set in the Peaky Blinders World

Storks and chimneys… - Alfie Solomons x OC

One Last Kiss - Alfie Solomons x Reader

In his arms - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@cryingforlife

Daddy’s Bad Girl - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Until We Meet Again - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@strayrockette

A Daughter’s Letter - Wartime!Tommy Shelby x Reader

@zablife

Tommy Shelby Blurb - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🧡

The Changretta Calls 4 - from ongoing series

Michael’s Wedding Gift - Tommy Shelby x Mrs Shelby

@moral-terpitude

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie - Tommy Shelby

@anotherblinder

The Ring - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@sneakyblinders

summer beach house pt. 1 - Modern!Tommy x OC (on-going series)

@loverhymeswith

Forever is the Sweetest Con - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@cillmequick

Behind Closed Doors - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Til Death Do Us Part - Tommy Shelby x Reader

The Dress, Part 4 - Cillian Murphy x Reader (on-going series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@gypsy-girl-08

Blind Date - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (ongoing series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Seventeen Days - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Just A Minute… - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@mystcldydrms

Always On Your Side - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@darthannie

grand gestures - Tommy Shelby x Reader

water works - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@hb-writes

“I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.” - Ada Shelby & Sister!Reader

@emotionalcadaver

Nocturnal Me - Tommy Shelby x OC (Succubus AU!) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@toms-cherry-trees

For This Love - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Arthur Shelby Blurb

Tommy Shelby Blurb 1

Tommy Shelby Blurb 2

@darklydeliciousdesires

She Belonged To the Wild - Tommy Shelby x OC — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@jakeotters

Dating Tommy Shelby - headcannons

@peakyswritings

Lullaby - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@there-goes-thefighter

Check On You - Tommy Shelby x Reader

#k’s fic recs #k’s reading list #k’s recs #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x oc #posting this early cuz i’ll be busy later and didn’t want to forget about it

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zablife · 1 year ago

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Weekend Reading

Looking for something to read this weekend? Here are some of my newer fics 📚 and some older ones that have been shown love recently ❤️. If you enjoy them, let me know with a reblog or a comment! Happy reading!

📚 Do You Even Miss Me? Tommy x reader

📚Part 4- As Long As I Live (completed series) Tommy Shelby & Amelia Holland (OC) x Bonnie Gold

Tommy's long lost daughter appears at Arrow House and quickly becomes a beloved part of the family. What happens to their relationship when that peace is shattered by his newfound political aspirations and the only way to protect her is to send her away again with the one person she cannot abide?

📚 Call #4- My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars (ongoing series) Luca Changretta x OC (Aurora Sabini Changretta) x Tommy Shelby

Luca and Aurora Changretta come to the UK to avenge the murder of Luca's brother and father. However, as their volatile marriage unravels, events take an unexpected turn.

❤️ Partners in Crime John Shelby x Y/N Solomons (Alfie's sister)

Their unique skill sets and their older brothers' greed have brought them together against their will. Can they learn to get along? Not a series, but an ongoing list of blurbs about an AU I can't stop thinking about where John and Alfie's sister are problematic besties.

❤️ A Handsome Stranger John x female reader

You meet a handsome man one night in a club who makes you feel a powerful desire for him. The events of the evening grow increasingly strange and difficult to comprehend.

❤️ Before Sunrise Tommy x female reader

One autumn evening, as you and Tommy cause mischief in the forest, you wander away until you find yourselves on the grounds of a grand estate. Too late to return to your family's camp, Tommy breaks a window to gain entry to the empty house and you spend a memorable night together.

❤️ Liar and a Thief Alfie x female reader

You borrow Alfie’s hoodie and he has a unique reaction.

❤️ The Fight Bonnie Gold x gf reader

After Bonnie loses his first fight, you’re worried he’s been seriously injured.

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Tommy Shelby fanfic #tommy shelby x you #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x reader #john shelby fanfic #john shelby x reader #bonnie gold imagine #bonnie gold x reader #luca changretta fanfic

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justrainandcoffee · 10 months ago

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Vendetta is not over (Luca Changretta x fem!oc)

Part 1: Ada Shelby.

And there's only two left.

Masterlist - Prologue

Summary: Almost 25 years ago, a black woman visited the Garrison. She was Luca Changretta's wife. Arthur Shelby remember that day very well because from that moment he lived his days thinking about her and the promise of death. He knew that she wasn't lying. Those black eyes... No matter what Tommy says. Vendetta is coming for them. Killed, one by one. And the first one is his sister Ada.

Warnings: Murder.|| Finn died in the second world war.

Words: 2.5k

1950

Mr. Changretta for his men. Just The Musician for the outsiders. That was his nickname, because the young man was a talented saxophonist. His mother, people said, was an extraordinary singer. Both passionate about jazz and blues. When he was a kid and accompanied her to her shows he always wanted to play an instrument and at the age of nine, his mother bought him his first saxophone and took classes with a prestigious friend of hers. Over a decade later the kid, now a man, was still playing music as a hobby.

His work was one very different.

The Musician's slender fingers, touched his sax the same way he pulled the trigger. With extraordinary precision.

"Don't give these bastards a second chance, Fabrizio."

"No, Mr. Changretta."

"Good boy, Fabrizio."

The Musician let out a sight before lit a cigarette. The lighter illuminated his face a brief second. His new white shirt was the only thing visible in that almost dark room. His skin was dark, same as his mother, he's tall -really tall- and thin. He never knew his father, but his mother always said to him that Luca was equally elegant as he was.

The Musician had a mission.

Kill the Shelbys.

One was dead. Sadly. The less important. The youngest one perished in war. His source in England told him that the news were devastated for the once numerous clan.

The Musician had three names now. Ada Thorne, Thomas Shelby and especially: Arthur Shelby.

His mother was against of killing a woman, but it just happened that Ada Thorne wasn't just a woman. She was the head of the Shelby company. And despite she was over 50 years old, Ada Thorne was dangerous like her brothers.

The Musician knew that her son was now living in France. Karl Thorne was a collage teacher but had no contact with his mother. His half sister was there in New York, married to a man and pregnant of her first child. Elizabeth Younger was a beautiful black woman a bit younger than him.

As far as the Musician knew, John Shelby's children were dispersed around Great Britain, minding their own business. Raised by Esme Lee, the once kids, grew up far away from the Shelbys business. Same as Billy Shelby, Arthur's son, who was now a priest something that Linda was proud about.

The cigarette smoke helped to create a mysterious atmosphere around him. Augustus Caesar Changretta, also known as, The Musician, smiled.

He had to go home. His wife was waiting for him. His beautiful, beautiful… Elizabeth Younger.

He loved her. She's sweet and tender. For her, he was just a saxophonist. A saxophonist named Caesar Young, his mother's last name. 'Ces', for her.

Little Elizabeth knew, that her husband was about to kill her mother, Ada Thorne.

The war is part of the past. For almost five years now.

Arthur left the cemetery. Finn Shelby didn't survive the battle. Being too young between 1914 and 1918, the boy didn't know about the horrors that him, Tommy and John had to witnessed.

"He was forced to kill for the Peaky Blinders, it's the same" his mind said to him.

Arthur tried to ignore that voice. He didn't expected another war two decades later, but humanity never learn. So, Finn went to fight for his country. Like millions of men. Like many other millions, Finn returned inside a coffin.

Of five Shelby siblings only three remained alive. He saw his face reflected on a window. He was old now. Finn was a still a young man. Poor Mary and the kids.

Lizzie left Tommy, Linda left him, Esme and Mary left the family. Freddie died ages ago. Love and Shelby apparently weren't compatible.

Arthur planned to go to London to see Ada. Maybe the next day, now he needed to rest.

On the corner of the street, he saw a young handsome black man. He was playing the saxophone for some pennies. He was really good.

The blood of Luca Changretta will chase you.

Those words returned to his mind. Changretta's wife warned them about a black man, Luca's son, seeking to revenge his father. Adelina was her name? Alina?

Aveline.

Aveline Changretta. The tall and beautiful black woman. The one who swore that Vendetta wasn't over.

For a moment the saxophonist and Arthur stared at each other. If it wasn't because he was playing the instrument, Arthur could've sworn that the young man was smirking.

"It was him, brother. It was him."

Arthur was in front of Tommy. Both men now had grey hair and wrinkles on their faces. Arthur was 62 years old now and Thomas, 60.

"You don't know that, Arthur. World is full of black men."

"I fookin' know! Why don't ya believe me?"

"You've been paranoid about a black kid the last 20 years or more, Arthur. Nothing happened, eh? We're still here. People always threatened us, no one succeeded."

"No one of those were a black woman with cold eyes talking about Changretta like that, either. Tommy…"

"Arthur, stop! I'm busy! That life it's part of our past. Women are impulsive, maybe she forgot. Maybe she married another man and have other kids. When back then I sent people to investigate, they found nothing. So, calm down!"

"Ya are underestimating this, Tom. Don't tell me I didn't warn ya. I'm goin' to visit Ada tomorrow."

"Ok. Maybe a a little trip will help you to think something different. London is full of black men, don't think that evry single one of them is his son."

Arthur didn't respond. He knew that Tommy was pretending that nothing of his past happened. He was a member of the parliament and wanted to be Prime Minister. He was a busy man. But the things they did… Arthur left his brother's office and went to the streets again. That corner where he saw the saxophonist, was now empty.

"I wish I'd be there with you," Elizabeth said. "I miss England. Isn't a coincidence that you have the opportunity to go there, Ces?"

The Musician was in his hotel bedroom speaking with his wife by phone. On the table was a gun and several bullets.

"It's a coincidence, my dear. But planes aren't safe for pregnant women. The air pressure…but I'll be back soon."

"Will you go to visit mom? I can call her and tell her about it."

"I don't know if I'll have time, Liz. But if I can, I'm going to pay a visit to her. I need to know my mother-in-law, sooner or later, after all."

"She's nice, Ces. People say that she's severe and some fear her, but she's nice. Don't ask Karl, tho. Their relationship is quite different."

"I'm sure of it. I'm going to sleep, Liz. It's late here. Love you."

"Bye, Ces. Rest well."

He hanged the phone and stared at his reflection on the mirror.

"I'm already planning to visit your mother, my dear," he thought.

It happened that the first time visiting his mother-in-law, it was going to be the last time, too.

The Musician smiled.

Arthur went to London the next day as he had planned. Good thing about cars now that they increased their speed considerably. Their old cars from decades ago had nothing to do with those made after the second war.

God bless the 50s.

London was the same as ever. Chaotic, noisy, polluted. People barely paying attention at those in front of their noses. Men reading newspapers sitting in benches, women walking their dogs, kids running…

Ada lived in a new house. This one was smallest than the previous one considering that she lived alone there. No one of her children were there anymore. Sweet Elizabeth even was pregnant. When Arthur knew the good news was extremely surprised. Where time went? Ada was about to be grandmother? How old was he, then?

Arthur knocked on her door and his sister opened. He always had a soft spot for her, she was still the little girl who was born in that old house in Watery Lane.

Arthur also noticed how small was his family now. There was a time where it was easy to mistake Karl and John's kids when all of them were running around. Arthur didn't know where they were. Fuck, he didn't even know where his son was, only he was a priest.

All of them put distance between them and their fathers. And mother.

Who could blame them? They killed. They tortured.

"Arthur!" Ada's voice brought him back again to reality.

"Ada."

"Get in. I just finished a call with Tommy. Same as ever."

"Yes. I know. He's just too old now to change."

"Talk to me about that," she said closing the door behind her.

Arthur never noticed that a black car was following him from the moment he left Birmingham. He never never noticed that a young man was standing in front of Ada's house. Neither did she. Far away in time were those days where she was hyper alert about everything and everyone around her around her.

The Musician felt his heart beating fast. But he was a patient man. If his mother was capable of waiting 25 years for this moment, he could wait a couple of hours.

"Are you sure?" Ada asked when at night Arthur was ready to leave her house after spending there the whole afternoon.

"Yeah. I need few drinks and then I'm going back home. Good to see ya, Ada."

"Same, Arthur. Take care right? Don't do nothing stupid."

"I'll be fine," he said hugging her for the last time.

One more hour passed. Arthur was in a pub very similar to the Garrison he owned once. The tv there was showing a contest show. Three men and a woman were participating. But he wasn't paying attention, he was thinking about other things.

"The blood of Luca Changretta will chase you."

Why was he so obsessed with it?

The black saxophonist. He couldn't stop thinking about him, even when he had seen plenty of street musicians before.

Aveline Changretta was in his mind. Smiling at him. And so was Luca. He could see the Italian man so clear like he was right in front of his eyes.

Vendetta.

Ada was in her car. She was looking for some papers she had forgotten inside it. The street was empty but the lights inside the people's houses were on. Families at that time used to enjoy tv programmes or they just were reunited to listen to the radio.

"Ada Thorne?"

A deep male voice made her shiver. And Ada was a woman who feared nothing. Through the opposite car window he could see a black man wearing a hat. He was smartly dress.

"Can I help you?" Under her car seat was a gun. She just needed to extend her arm and grabbed it.

"No. I'm just here because my father was killed by your brothers, long time ago. I just wanted tell you why I'm going to kill you…"

A woman occupied the seat next to his in that pub and asked for a Martini. Arthur didn't look at her, until her black hand brushed his. Arthur looked at her and his heart stopped.

"Hello, Mr. Shelby. So long… how are you?"

"The fook are ya' doing here?"

"Enjoying the night, like any other person."

Aveline smiled but Arthur didn't. She looked older, clearly the time passed for everyone, but she was still beautiful. Arthur remembered that she was tall but not that tall. Her lips were red as her dress. A white fur coat was over her shoulders.

"How life treated you, Mr. Shelby?"

Arthur didn't respond. He was staring at her, trying to read her thoughts, but Aveline was just smiling.

"I'm good," she continued "I kept singing, I learnt to play the piano… I raised my child…"

Bang. Bang

Two shots and Ada Thorne was part of the past now. She had time to grabbed her gun, but The Musician was faster.

He put a match in the fuel tank. The car started to burn immediately. When the neighbours could understand what was going on and go out, The Musician wasn't there anymore. But they saw a shadow.

In that street, in front of that white house, a car was burning and inside it was the only Shelby sister. Dead.

"It's a beautiful night, Mr. Shelby," Aveline said. "In other times, I used to go out and sing in front of a bonfire. By the way, Arthur… how is your sister Ada?"

Her smile was tremulous. Arthur stood up immediately. His brain was screaming Ada's name.

"Fook ya! Fook ya, ya bitch!"

No one listened to the conversation. The only certain thing was that people at the bar just saw a white man yelling at a black woman sitting there.

Aveline looked at Arthur ran out. There was a ghost of smile on her face.

Next day was a nightmare. Tommy went to London as soon as he knew what happened.

Police was asking them about the night before. Tommy was far way. But Arthur… As far as the police knew, Arthur was the last person who saw her alive.

"I didn't kill my fookin' sister!"

"Easy, Mr. Shelby. No one is blaming you," the detective in front of him was a black man in his forties. "You say a black woman is behind this?"

"She is! She fooking is!"

"But you don't have any proof. And witnesses say that you yelled at black woman last night."

"Are ya implying that I'm a fooking racist?! My sister is dead and ya say I'm a racist!!" Arthur stood up abruptly.

"I didn't say it. And please calm down or I'm going to arrest you."

"Fook ya," he said once last time.

One hour later, the detective ended the questions and finally they let him go. Still, he was a suspect.

Tommy was at Ada's house when Arthur returned. As always, his brother didn't express any emotions and that was what Arthur found more annoying. Their sister had been killed like a dog, or worse, and he was there cold as ice.

"What do you want me to do, eh? Scream at a police officer? Yell at God? To throw a tantrum?"

"I fookin told ya! I fookin told ya! The Changrettas! I saw her fookin last night! And now Ada's dead!"

"I heard you insulted a black woman. It's the only thing I know."

"You too? Ya fookin' too!! It was her, Tom! It was his wife!"

Tommy lit a cigarette and sat down in Ada's sofa. She was in the morgue now. Once the autopsy was over, police will give them her body.

"I called the cemetery," Tommy said "we're going to bury her in a good spot. There are trees there."

Arthur was crying.

"After the funeral I'm going to make some calls and see if there's a place where Mrs. Young is staying. Hard, considering her last name is quite common."

Tommy stood up again and patted his brother shoulder before going to Ada's office searching one of her bottles of whiskey.

Alone in that room, the man made of ice, cried too.

Very few people went to her funeral, three days later. Karl's flight landed that very day and for the first time in years he saw his uncles. Neither of them talked to each other and after it, Karl left England this time forever.

Police didn't have any news and Arthur was still the main suspect, but they didn't have any proof. And the black woman Arthur talked about was nowhere to be found.

Tommy knew he needed to focus but he was tired. The last person who deserved to die was Ada. She wasn't part of the business like the rest of the Shelbys. But her last name…

A vinyl record was over his table when Thomas Shelby arrived from the cemetery. Nothing but the silence received him. His mind was still processing the death of his sister. Tommy could read the legend:

"Mafia Records. Black Hand vol I"

There was a short message next to it "listen to me."

Tommy put the vinyl on his record player.

He could hear a soft music and a female voice humming. Then, she started singing. Her voice was indeed beautiful… except for the lyrics:

"Thomas Shelby, Thomas Shelby… are you there?

Thomas Shelby, Thomas Shelby… you're next."

#luca changretta #luca changretta x oc #arthur shelby #ada shelby #ada Thorne #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #vendetta is not over

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queenofkings1212 · 3 years ago

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Alone in the End 2

Summary: Truth is bound to be told.

Warning: none; NOT EDITED

friend!reader x Shelby family

Author's Note: no idea what this is actually.

Blurb(?)

Words: 0.8k

Thomas Shelby was a man of few words, and now, he was a man of no words as he read the letter that was addressed to him in a handwriting he’d known instantly. The grief that held his body was strong and he knew it wasn’t going to fade with time.

Tears fell silently, never seeming to end or slow down as he read the four words that adorned the paper over and over again. Never seeming to end.

Patience and hopefully, forgiveness.

Y/N was never one to say more than what was needed. Her words were carefully chosen before speaking. Elegant, Polly used to say. A woman of few, but wise words. She was like a younger Pol running around. She’d always been that way, and in due time the Shelby’s understood her without much of a thought. They never complained, that was just how their sister was, but now Thomas wished he didn’t understand her way of speaking. He wished he never understood a single word that came out of her mouth, because maybe then his heart wouldn’t hurt and his body wouldn’t ache.

He knew full and well what her letter meant. Patience. Thomas knew Y/N never did anything that would jeopardize their future plans. He should’ve known that there was a reason she got acquainted with their biggest enemy. He should’ve known, but when he had walked into Changretta’s office and found Y/N standing over his right shoulder after not seeing her for 3 months, he couldn’t help but see red. His brothers and cousin stood dumbfounded as they looked at Y/N who didn’t seem bothered by the slew of nasty words that were thrown her way by her best friend and brother. After the betrayal of Grace, he wasn’t holding back. He said things to Y/N that he wanted to say to Grace. The harsh words that were meant for his ex, and now current, lover were now thrown to a woman he deemed a friend and sister.

He never regretted his words, not until now. Not when Changretta was dead, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was the inner-workings of Y/N’s plan. The reason why she stood by that foul man for years, seeming to do every dirty work he threw her way. With her help, Changretta’s reach was world-wide. There wasn’t a continent his business wasn't on. The wealth never seems to end. And now? Now, Changretta is dead and his power, reach, and business was at the palm of Shelby Company Limited.

Y/N was a prowess in their line of work. No one would’ve thought of it at first glance. She was of average beauty. She wasn’t slim, nor overweight. She was average weight, and slightly more built than women of her time. She had beautiful locks, but it wasn’t noticeable. Always in a bun, and oily from days without washing her hair. She was too busy with this or that to properly take care of herself. This woman was average to the normal person to a stranger and passerby’s. But to the Shelby’s and the Peaky Blinders, she was so much more. If Thomas was the brain of the operation, Pol was the backbone, John and Arthur the muscles, then Y/N was the legs of it all. She was always there to support them to get them where they needed to be. She was the reason the company had moved forward when the siblings seemed to want different things. Y/N had kept running when the rest seemed to lack the will and courage to move on. The legs learned how to walk at an early age, and now it moves without as much of a single thought from the brain. It carries the load, and keeps the rest moving forward. They move with little to no thought, knowing what it’s purpose is, but always in command of the brain, no matter how small the command may be. It moves itself, but it’s destination is always predetermined by the brain. And now, it seems that the legs have moved faster than the brain could think.

Forgiveness. There wasn’t anything for Thomas or the rest of the Shelby’s to forgive. She was there through their struggles. When they didn’t have enough to get a meal, or get proper clothes for the seasons. She was there when they were dirt poor, and when they finally got a little money to spare. She knew their ambitions, and never batted an eyelash when they had slaughtered their way to the top. Hell, she partook in those killings. She knew their ambitions, because she had the same. She wanted to succeed. She didn’t want to suffer for food, see her family starve or ever need anything ever again. It appears that her ambitions were bigger than theirs.

#tommy shelby fanfic #john shelby fanfic #arthur shelby fanfic #tommy shelby x grace #peaky blinders #finn shelby #polly gray #luca changretta #ooc #fanfiction #peaky fookin blinders #sister!reader #friend!reader

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peakywitch · 4 years ago

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Little Hands - Michael Gray

PART TWO

MASTERLIST

word count: 2k

warnings: none (i think this one has angst?)

gif: @oberelias

It had been a year since Henry had told Y/N that he loved her.

It had been a year since they had kissed for the first time.

But a week had passed since his disappearance.

"He left." said Rosemary, her mother “And I don't know if he will come back, Y/N. I'm sorry, but I only know he's in Birmingham…” she sobbed “In a town called Small Heath.”

Y/N knew Henry would be back.

So every night during the rainy month of November she waited for him. In the afternoons she was with Rosemary, trying to calm the sadness of his mother and his little brother. At night she would stay up late, looking out the window of her room with cup of tea in her hand, waiting to see her boyfriend return from another town. To which, he had left without giving explanations. He disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving a simple note:

“I went to Small Heath. -Henry"

No goodbye, no explanation.

In the morning, Y/N woke up before the rooster from the neighboring farm. And by the time the rooster crowed, the tea was already poured into two cups. One for her, one for him.

Meanwhile, Y/N did not lose hope. Henry wasn't like that, he was coming back. She was sure.

When the thirty days of her departure were marked on the calendar, Y/N had her birthday. She turned 17 on a beautiful sunny afternoon, it was the only day in November without rain or clouds. Her family, the Johnsons, and some of her friends filled her with happiness when they gave her a new dress. They had all collaborated. Y/N was the soul of the town, always giving smiles and taking care of flowers. So her relatives wanted to give her back a bit of that happiness.

The day was beautiful, laughter, cake, some flowers and the dress.

But when the day was done and her parents fell asleep, Y/N waited by the fire, with a slice of the cake for Henry. She had saved the center, the sweetest piece. Wrapped in a blanket, the fire burned in her eyes, as tears fell and she realized the truth: Henry would not return again. He was not there for her birthday, he would not return again.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that the fire was dying; giving her to understand that she had to go to bed. With rage in her soul, she threw the slice of cake into the fire.

“Burn in fucking hell, Henry Johnson. Burn for breaking my heart.”

When the calendar marked ‪January 16‬, Y/N opened her eyes, feeling worse than ever.

After a sleepless night from throwing up, her body was taking its toll.

"Honey?" her dad asked, knocking on her door "It's late, are you okay?" He was still behind the door.

"No." His daughter whispered, it hurted her to breathe.

"Eve!" the alarmed cry of her father was heard, calling for her mother "You have to come, Y/N is feeling bad!"

There was agitated little chatter, and then her mom peeked through the slot left by the open door.

"Sun? Are you okay, love?" Her mom asked curious and concerned.

"No..." Y/N cried.

Her parents entered the room, after asking permission. Her mother sat next to her, touching her forehead, and her father stood in the doorway, nervous.

“You don't have a fever, darling. What do you feel? What’s hurting? "

Y/N recounted the horrible night she had just had, her pains and asked if she was dying, worried.

"Will, would you leave us alone, please?" asked her mother.

He left the room, leaving his daughter and his wife together.

"Y/N, did you sleep with Henry?" her mother asked, concerned.

"No!" she blurted out nervously.

Yes. But she was afraid of punishment.

“Y/N, you don't have to be afraid. It is something natural and normal, as long as you wanted and he did not forced you, your father and I will be fine. "

Y/N sighed.

"Yes."

"When was the first time?" her mother was a teacher, but sometimes, if she tried hard, she could guess things just by looking at a person. She was trying now.

"I don't know..." she thought "A year or so ago."

"And when was the last time?" she asked.

“A few months ago, Mom. Before…” she couldn't finish the sentence. First it was out of sadness, but she realized it was out of fear.

His mother closed her eyes and exhaled.

Shit.

It was ‪January the 18‬, and it was ten in the morning.

Y/N was standing in front of the Small Heath Police Station.

She was showing off her new dress, as she hadn't had a chance to leave her small town.

She took a deep breath and coughed a little as she exhaled. The smoke was disgustingly heavy. She entered the station and found only one man, asleep. Well, apparently it was a quiet city if a policeman was sleeping.

What I do? Do I wake him up? Do I let him sleep?

Among so many doubts, a robust man with a gray mustache appeared.

"Are you lost, miss?" the lord spoke, presenting a strong Irish accent.

"Oh, excuse me, I..." Y/N whispered, doubtful and nervous.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Inspector Campbell…and you are?" smiled the man.

"My name is Y/N, Inspector." She smiled.

"Well, Miss Y/N, what is a young lady like you doing at the police station in such a dark area?"

"Do you know Henry Johnson?" she blurted out, no introduction.

"Henry Johnson..."

"Yeah… um… He has dark blue eyes, a freckled nose, brown hair…" she tried to describe Henry.

"Does he have a mole on his forehead?" asked the inspector.

"Yes!" Y/N smiled excitedly. Then sadness washed over her: she had slowly forgotten how to describe Henry.

The inspector laughed.

"Don't you mean Michael Gray?" he asked.

"Pardon?" she asked, oblivious to the name.

"Watery Lane, house number 65." He said, while he wrote the address on a small piece of paper.

After a thank you and a goodbye, she heard the man scream:

"Stay away from the Shelbys, princess!"

Y/N walked aimlessly for a few minutes, passing houses, horses, and drunken men in the street. Watery Lane seemed never to appear. And she was getting tired.

It was official, after wandering for ten minutes, she was lost. Her feet ached and she felt like she would never find Henry. Y/N looked around, she was in the middle of the street trying to get help. At the end of the street, there was a bar: "The Garrison" read the sign. Being eleven in the morning, how many people would be inside? Sure was closed. But she would loose nothing if she tried. Determined, she walked over to that dark bar and knocked on the door. She waited a few moments, since she did not want to annoy by entering as if it were her home. A tall man opened the door for her.

“Did you knock on the bar door, love?" asked the man, with curiosity and amusement in his voice. Y/N looked him quickly up and down, it was the bartender.

"Yes, I didn't mean to disturb, sir..." Y/N smiled, making the bartender laugh.

"Do not worry, love. Need help? I'm sure you're lost "

"Am I so obvious?" she asked embarrassed, the bartender laughed “Actually, I do need help. Where is...” she looked at the paper the Inspector gave her "Watery Lane? "

“You're on Watery Lane, miss. What number do you have written there? "

"Sixty..." she looked at the paper to corroborate "sixty five"

"Oh." The man became uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. His voice cleared "It's at the end of the block, on the right side, has the number on the door."

"Thank you, Sir." She smiled.

“Harry, miss. Harry." Smiled.

They said goodbye, and Y/N went to Henry's house. In a minute, she reached the black door, which featured two clean numbers. The knot in Y/N's stomach intensified, she was afraid. Because she knew the two results of this visit: either Henry stayed with her, or he left her alone. Again.

Determined but scared, she knocked on the door. Stepped back and waited a few seconds.

“Well, well, well..." smiled a boy "Did all my wishes come true?" the stranger's flirtation made her uncomfortable.

"Excuse me, is Henry Johnson here?" she asked, exasperated and almost hopeless.

"Oi, Michael, a damsel in distress is waiting for you." the boy yelled, without taking his eyes off the girl.

There was that name again. Michael. Y/N had too many questions.

"John, fuck off. I don't have any..."Henry appeared, pulling “John” out of his place at the door "Y/N...”

Henry paled, and Y/N looked closely at what he was wearing.

He had a perfectly pressed white shirt, a blue tie and a vest that matched his pants.

Henry closed the door behind him, leaving the house.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Was it disdain and disgust, what Y/N perceived in that question? No, impossible. It was Henry.

"Why did you left?" she answered with a question.

"I asked you first."

"Has your question been in your head for months?" Y/N asked angrily.

"No but..."

“You left us. All of us." Y/N spat with pain "Your mother cried every day, your brother...Henry, your brother...!"

"My name is not Henry, Y/N!" he yelled out of the blue.

“My name is not Henry, she is not my mother and he is not my brother. My name is Michael Gray, my mother's name is Polly and I have a sister who died in Australia. I...”he tried to continue to expand angrily, but Y/N cut him off.

“You, fucking idiot, you had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who waited for you every night with your favorite tea, waited for you every morning with fresh toasts and all afternoon hugging your crying mother. I waited for you until my birthday. I had saved you cake, your favorite part. I went to bed at three in the morning and got up at five everyday, so I could be attentive in case you arrived. But you never came, Henry."

"I am Michael!" he screamed, his voice raised with every letter he said.

"I'm talking to who my boyfriend was!" Y/N yelled in response “I don't know who the fuck is Michael Gray. But I know that Henry Johnson left me alone, and that he got pregnant. So I'm talking to Henry Johnson, not Michael Gray."

Michael clenched his jaw, and Y/N wiped away his tears with his shaking hand.

"What?" Michael asked.

"Four months. I thought you should know, Henry...Michael...whoever the fuck you are."

Adrenaline rushed through Michael's body, everything was shaking. Y/N saw in her boyfriend's eyes how he didn't know what to say or what to do.

"Get rid of him." he said.

"What?" Y/N asked, flustered.

“I won't be with you, get rid of him. It would be easier."

Nausea invaded the girl's body, making her dizzy.

“Everything is so easy for you. If you don't want something, you run away, right?" she laughed sourly, through tears of hatred.

They were both silent.

"Why did you left without saying goodbye? Or a letter...Michael.” the name escaped the girl's lips nervously.

"I didn't want to hurt you..."

Y/N laughed. While Michael was being honest, she couldn't help but get even angrier.

“So you decided to disappear. Disappear from the life of a seven-year-old who sleeps in one of your sweaters so he can stop crying to you. Disappear from the lives of your adoptive parents, regardless of all the effort they put into raising you. Disappear from my life, the person who loves you. Like nothing in the world."

"Y/N..." Michael began.

"No, you don't get to say anything. Because there is nothing to say anymore. Except I'm sorry, but you're not sorry. Everything is perfect now for you. Look at you." She smiled wistfully “You have the perfect outfit that you always wanted, so I imagine you have a job. And a good one, as you always dreamed of. "

"But you..." he began.

“But I” Y/N interrupted again “But I'm going to have a child of yours. As we always dream." Y/N laughed “I dreamed, actually. Because you had other dreams."

And just like that, she began to walk away.

"No, Y/N, wait..." Michael yelled, starting to run towards her.

“I already waited too long for you. I won’t wait for you anymore, never again.” she sentenced, without looking at him as she continued walking.

Michael's chest sagged as he watched her walk away. He entered his house again, with a heavy heart.

"Michael" said Tommy, Michael looked at him heavily "A word?"

Both men locked themselves in the major's office, Tommy stood still and Michael sat in one of the chairs.

“Arthur had a girlfriend, before he went to war. The day before...” said Tommy, lighting a cigarette" The day before our departure, they fought. Shit, it was hell for him. They were so, so angry about something that I can no longer remember, that he went to France without saying goodbye. You know how much of an arsehole he can be." Tommy was going through a drawer, took out a sepia photo.

"She died within two weeks of smallpox, he never forgave himself." Tommy handed him the photo as he sat down in his chair across from Michael.

“We kill men, bad men. Hell, we even torture some. But we never break women's hearts, Michael. Because it is dying in life. So bloody go, and fix all the shit you've done." Tommy said, with an angry tone in his voice, but still not yelling.

"She won't even want to think of me, she'll kill me with her little hands..." Michael smiled sadly, remembering how Y/N's hands looked like baby hands compared to his.

“If she kills you, she will bring you back. Or have you not heard how she waited for you? Go, bloody idiot. Go and don't come back until you come back with her smiling and on your arm.”

PART TWO

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smallheathgangsters · 4 years ago

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Guardian Angel | G!S

A/N: Sorry if this is bad, I’m only just getting back into writing lol. This one is for @maggiescarborough. 💛

Requested: by @maggiescarborough

Gold!Sister Reader

Word Count: 1333

Type: some fluff, violence, description of murder

Summary: Bonnie’s older sister is known for helping with the dirty work. Lucky for her, she always has her brother by her side.

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The ambush was perfectly planned. Your father had mapped out every move, every single step. There was no chance Changretta would get out of this alive. At least you hoped it would be that way.

It had been a challenge convincing your father to let you be part of it. Even though, in the end, you would always join and help the men do the dirty work, your father tried explaining to you, that this specific one – compared to all the other jobs – was too dangerous for a woman.

Luckily, you could rely on your younger brother Bonnie. Chuckling and shaking his head at his father’s desperate tries to make you stay at home. “Dad, you know she’ll be joining us, no matter what you say. And that she’ll be more than useful.”

A deep sigh.

An eyeroll.

But he gave in. As usual. And you knew it wouldn’t be the last discussion you would have regarding the job. Only half an hour later, you were staring at your father tauntingly, an eyebrow raised.

He shook his head violently. “Absolutely not.”

“Stop resisting, you’ll only make the bad decision of sending one of the men up on the bridge.”

“You’re going to get hurt, Y/N,” he tried to explain, clearly unhappy with your stubborn behavior.

You huffed. “If someone would get hurt, you wouldn’t be executing it this way. Or is your plan not as good as it seems?”

“No!” your father exclaimed, a little too loud.

“No,” he repeated with a lower voice, running his hand over his face, sighing for what seemed like the millionth time. “No, the plan is good.”

“So, what’s the problem? I’ll clearly be quicker and quieter. They won’t notice me, I promise,” you told him, sending him a kind smile.

His weak spot.

The gorgeous smile of his second-oldest daughter. The tough one. The one he would never, could never tame. A wild, but lovely soul. And if Aberama were truly honest with himself, the daughter he was most proud of. She was fearless, courageous and completely independent. She didn’t need a man to rely on. The only person she had to rely on was herself. And he knew, she’d be safest on her own.

“Fine.”

As a result, you were now crouched behind a large bush, as close to the bridge as possible, watching Changretta’s vehicle roll past you, directly towards the wagon you and Bonnie had tipped to the side only five minutes earlier. A police car was positioned on the other side, waiting for our carriage to be cleared out of the way. The automobile abruptly came to a halt and you heard mumbling in a language you did not understand. A police officer went over to the Italians and spoke to them through the window.

“What’s that accent?” you heard the officer ask.

An incomprehensive answer.

“Well, you gonna have to wait – we waited for you fucking yanks until 1918. It’ll be clear in twenty minutes.”

With that, the officer turned around and went back to his vehicle.

Your father knew he would get out of his car. He knew Changretta would not be patient enough to wait twenty minutes for the path to be cleared.

It took thirty seconds. You almost chuckled to yourself. Thirty seconds. What a child.

The slamming-shut of the doors was your sign. You straightened yourself up and stepped out from behind the bush. You had to be fast, probably only had a few seconds to complete your task.

Your feet silently carried you over the road, the coolness of the knife against the palm of your right hand. Your grip on the weapon was tight, but not in a nervous way. You weren’t nervous, you were cautious. Your father, your brother depended on you. And as much as you hated to think about it – Thomas fucking Shelby depended on you.

A few steps later, you were stood next to the driver’s side. A man in a black coat and a black hat was sat behind the steering wheel, watching the men in the middle of the bridge. He was so focused, that he didn’t notice you appearing beside him and lifting the knife. You also raised your left arm.

Just to be sure, you thought to yourself, before covering the driver’s mouth with your glove-covered hand, startling him and most likely scaring him to death.

Almost literally.

With a swift and precise movement, the silver blade ran over the poor man’s throat. Blood spilled out of him. He started chocking and coughing, but you kept your hand over his mouth, keeping him from making any noise at all.

When he eventually stopped splattering blood all over himself, you let go of him and began taking careful steps back to your hiding spot, constantly watching the Italians’ movements. You knew you would succeed. You knew your father would have nothing to worry about. And you knew the plan would work. It always did.

Positioned back behind the large plant, you suddenly heard a whisper.

“Y/N!”

You whipped your head around, spotting your brother a little further down between the trees. He nodded his head, gesturing you to join him and abandon your hideout. You shook your head, grinning and mouthing no.

But Bonnie wasn’t satisfied with your response. He began waving his arm, signaling for you to move down. Please, he mouthed back, sending you a smirk.

Eventually, you sighed and looked back to the happenings on the bridge. Maybe it really was best for you to get away from Changretta’s car. You were still super close.

You noticed the Italians getting fed up with the officer and returning to their vehicle. If you wanted to move, it had to be now. They would notice their dead friend at any point now. So, you sent a last glance to the enemies before hurrying down to Bonnie, ducking the entire way, so nobody would spot you.

“That was smooth!” Bonnie complimented. “Let’s make sure the next few minutes work out just as amazing.”

You gave him a wink and crouched down beside him. “I told dad there would be nothing to worry about.”

Instead of replying to you, your brother nudged you with his elbow. “They noticed.”

A blink of an eye later, you heard a shot. Your father and one of your men had started shooting, hitting one of Changretta’s guys. Bonnie quickly loaded his gun in response and started shooting as well. Unfortunately, none of his shots hit a target. Instead, Changretta and his fellow grabbed their own guns, firing back at us. Since they did not know where the shots came from, they pointed their weapons aimlessly into the woods.

Though, as it turned out, you were not paying enough attention, because you did not realise that Changretta eventually spotted you and Bonnie. For some silly reason, you were so inattentive, that you did not notice the gun barrel pointed towards the two of you.

Suddenly, you heard a gunshot. Simultaneously, you were pushed out of the way by your brother.

It only took you a splint of a second to comprehend what had happened.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Bon!”

He was bleeding. A lot.

“Fuck, I should’ve seen that coming,” you exclaimed, pressing your hand against his wound. Luckily, the bullet had only hit his arm.

“It’s okay,” he groaned, trying to smile at you.

You frowned. “Stop smiling, why would you do that?”

“Smiling or saving your life?”

He chuckled lightly.

“Both. But mostly, why would you take my bullet? I could’ve handled a shot wound, trust me. It would not have been the first time.”

“I would die for you, sis,” he said, the widest grin on his face. “I’m your personal guardian angel.”

You snorted at his ironic comments. “You’re a fool, Bonnie Gold. Thank you, though.”

And without feeling even a tiny bit bad, you pressed a little harder on his wound, making your sweet brother scream out in pain.

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blindersbeach · 7 years ago

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the italian job pt. 2

requested// pt. 1 pt. 3

Tommy had left to do some business. You weren’t really paying attention to what he was saying and didn’t really notice him when he left. Your head was resting on top of your arms that were on the table.

“It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” Polly said softly as you started to cry more.

“No it’s not Pol! Sooner or later he is going to find out that I am a Shelby. And–And then he is going to die. The one man that I love is going to end up dead and I am going to have to watch. I am going to watch my brother kill Luca. I am going to watch the bullet go straight through his head and watch him–” You didn’t want to finish your statement. You were frustrated with yourself and the situation. Polly sighed knowing that you were right. She didn’t think that you were going to fall in love with him, especially since she knows you are almost parallel to Tommy. You both were stubborn, strong, independent and rarely fell in love. The only thing that really set you apart from Tommy was that you showed your emotions more than he did. Any time that Tommy ever really did show feelings was around you and Polly. As Polly was thinking about you and Tommy more, she realized that you both fell in love once and they died, well your situation was coming soon. She didn’t want you to go through the pain because she knew you were going to keep it in like Tommy.

“Would you like me to run you a bath? I’ll stay with you tonight so you don’t have to be alone.” Polly said as she put a hand on your shoulder trying to comfort you as much as she could. Through your sobs you mumbled a yes. Polly knew this would be a long night with possibly drinking that shouldn’t be done while a heart begins to break, especially with you.

You heard the phone ring and ran to it. The same Italian screams were heard and you were instantly awake realizing them. You began to rub your eyes trying to push the rest of the grogginess off of you. Polly was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. She was glad that she stopped you and herself after the two glasses of the liquor Alfie supplied you constantly. It would’ve gotten a lot worse.

“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” You whispered away from the phone.

“Because you needed to rest.” Polly shrugged.

“Pick us up at the hotel. Be prepared for a long drive.” Matteo said and hung up. So did you. You rested against the small side table that held your telephone that was placed on top of a doily that Polly made when you were younger along with the picture of you and her that Luca had noticed. You shot up realizing that you had to leave in less than five minutes and weren’t even ready. You rushed into your room and changed into a simple dress and stumbled into your shoes. As you returned back into the kitchen, Polly realized something.

“You are going to Alfie’s today right? Well you might need that.” She pointed to your small handgun. You strapped it onto your thigh under your dress and then froze.

“Alfie’s?! Polly I totally forgot. What am I going to do? Did Tommy tell him anything? Did you tell him anything? I hope none of you did other than not to say anything about me.” You grabbed your coat and said your goodbye’s.

“Don’t forget your keys!” Polly said tossing them to you as you left out the door.

You had some small conversation with Luca and Matteo as you drove to London to Alfie’s distillery. They also said somethings in Italian about the deal they were going to make, which you already knew that Alfie was going to have some smart remark towards it. When pulling up to his distillery, you were relieved to see that he wasn’t outside. You went out and opened the door for them as usual. Matteo got out first and then Luca, he pressed a kiss against your cheek. You just blushed and then felt sad again. You were trying to be in the moment as possible even if you knew the inevitable.

“What’s wrong, Baby? Was it the long drive?” Luca stopped for a moment.

“No. It’s nothing.” You smiled and kissed him back, hoping he would buy it. He did and walked in with Matteo. You waited a moment watching them walk in. You reached in your car feeling for the spare pack of cigarettes that you kept in there. You found them and lit one. Leaning against your car, you closed your eyes and tried to relax. The cold air played at your neck and hands. Every so often there would be a small gust of wind that caused gooseflesh. You sat back in your car and closed your eyes and sat with the cig dangling in your hand outside.

“Lists of costs for the assassination of a dear friend because Tommy Shelby, like me is from an oppressed people. Then, I need you to put another ton on that because his brother is a fookin’ animal and he will come after me. I will also need another £200 because of my very close friend that as been driving you around since you got here…” Tommy had told Alfie the night before about what happened and said not to say anything, but Alfie would do anything to protect you even if he wasn’t. Luca’s balled his fists due to confusion and frustration. “Ah, you didn’t know that she was a close friend of mine or that she was a Shelby?” “She doesn’t matter to our business.” He simply shrugged you off, trying to make it seem like you and him weren’t in any form of relationship.

“For what I heard, she does to you.” Alfie continued to get under Luca’s skin, but continued to talk business. “Another…”

There was a cold and stiff object pressed against your temple. The burned out cigarette fell out of your fingers and your eyes opened. As you looked in your side mirror, you recognized Luca with his handgun. Your eyes instantly started to water after you realized what was happening. You didn’t expected Alfie to say anything about you, especially if Tommy said to protect you. If he really wanted to, he would be out here stopping Luca.

“Give me one reason not to pull the trigger.” Luca says with the part that scared you the most, his cold beak expression. “You lied to me. You lied to me about being a Shelby. See, where we come from we don’t like to be treated like that.”

“Because…” You didn’t want to say what you were about to, but it was true. Luca’s hand started to shake slightly. He didn’t want to do this.

“Why? Why shouldn’t I kill you like the rest of your family?” He pulled back the hammer on his gun. The sound that you’ve heard many times before, but never rendered your reaction now. Tears started to fall down your face.

“Because, Luca, I love you.” You couldn’t believe that you said that. You were never really the one to say or let alone feel it half the time. Almost every relationship you had been in before meeting Luca, you had settled. No one had really ever lived up to your expectations or you really didn’t want to be in one, but you thought might as well and not be lonely. You were never happy in your relationships and you usually ended them before they had time to develop or confess deeper feelings.

“How do I know you are being honest? You lied to me all this time.” Luca still didn’t drop his gun from your temple, although he did move his finger off the trigger.

“I have never loved anyone until I met you. Yeah, it was technically part of the plan, but I fell for you and that wasn’t.” He lowered his gun to his side. His face dropped from stubbornness to confusion.

“Leave… Just go.”

“Be careful tomorrow, please.” You put your hand on top of his for a brief moment. He rushingly kissed you before you drove off. While you were driving, you ended up on a road near a river. After deciding that it was a good decision to stop driving, you parked and stayed by the flowing stream. Your tears never seemed to stop.

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anonymooseforever007 · 2 years ago

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The Proposal

(Technically Pre!Luca Changretta x female Shelby reader)

Summery: Despite the assumption of many others Thomas Shelby didn't like unnecessary bloodshed and neither did Luca Changretta. So before a full out gang war could begin, they came up with a plan to make peace between the families.....And obviously the best plan they could come up with was an arranged marriage. And even more obviously not everyone one was pleased....namely the bride.

A/N: Hi Y'all! No trigger warnings other than usually Peaky Language and discussion of arranged marriage. Y/N is furious. Luca isn't in this one but he's technically the groom so....I wrote this purely to prequel another part I'm still writing! Also this is technically S4ish but it breaks away from cannon and is my idea of how a Shelby sister may react if Tommy tried to marry her off to prevent the vendetta! Enjoy❤️!

WC- 1.5k

Main Masterlist Part 2

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You walked into the Shelby Company Limited, waving and exchanging happy greetings with those who offered them. Lizzie looked at you as you approached her desk.

"Hi Lizzie! How have you been today? I absolutely love your dress today, the color is brilliant! You wouldn't happen to know if my brothers are in would you?"

Lizzie smiled, "Hello Y/N. Thanks, I got it at this new shop. I can give you the address of the store later if you'd like. I've been alright, your brothers are planning something though. Been in since this morning I've got no clue what it is though."

"Ohh that would be perfect! Thanks. It was, as always, nice seeing you," you nodded pleasantly to your friend as you started to move to the private office. "Oh and Lizzie? I'm sorry about the noise,"

"Wha..."

"THOMAS MICHAEL SHELBY!!! I WILL STRIP YOUR FUCKING BALLS AND USE THEM AS SKIPPING STONES!!"

The entire betting shop went deathly silent as the you stormed in, heading straight into your brother's office. Slamming the door behind, you ignored everyone else in the room and went directly for your target, grabbing him by his collar to bring his face closer to your attacking fist.

Unfortunately you, and luckily for him, Arthur and John had just barely managed to grab you by the waist and drag you back a few steps before your fist could make contact. Unluckily for them, you turned your wrath another way, practically jumping in the air to land a foot of yours on each of theirs, before dragging them both forward so their heads collided with a hard thud. Both men groaned while you made another break for your older brother. This time he was expecting it and grabbed you in a hold that would be harder to escape. Your hands were trapped between your two bodies and Tommy had one arm around your back, preventing you from pulling back. He'd even managed to wrap one on his legs tightly around the back of yours to prevent any attacks aimed in "softer areas". If someone hadn't heard your words previously, it may have even looked like he was hugging you. And not just that, but hugging the way Charlie liked to do whenever you saw him, wrapped as tightly around you as possibly, keeping you from moving away. And while you absolutely adored such cuddles with your young nephew, this was most certainly not like those times.

The entire company seemed to be frozen in silence waiting for what would happen next. Those outside the office listened for the sounds of more yelling of even the possible shot of a gun. And those in the office looked on at the brother and sister locked tensely together, seeming to have a ferocious conversation without a single word. The furious glare you were giving Tommy would make any man question himself, but your brother only met your glare with an equally strong stare of his own.

Then with an annoyed sigh you finally relaxed in your brother's arms. You looked at your captor with a raised eyebrow signalling to him that this is the part where he lets you go. Tightening his grip slightly, Tommy raised an eyebrow of his own.

"Are you done?"

".....Yes."

"Really?"

".....Yes."

"You're not gonna shout anymore?"

"....Yes."

"You won't punch me?"

".....Yes."

"You gonna apologize to John and Arthur?"

"No."

"Alright," he concluded, finally relaxing enough to let you step back from his grip.

...

You lied...

It was mere seconds later when Tommy's head was turned to the side with an echoing smack. His glasses cracked when they hit the other side of the room. You started to bat your hands at any brother trying to approach you.

"How fucking dare you!!! FIRST of all: sending Finn, FUCKING FINN, OUR BABY BROTHER, MY FINN to tell me because you don't have the balls to do it yourself! I was so worried when he came looking like he was going to throw up, you fucking bastards!! I thought he was hurt or someone died because he was so FUCKING anxious. But NO! He thought that I was going to STOP LOVING HIM because he was the one who had to tell me about your little WEDDING PLAN! DING DONG RING THE FUCKING WEDDING BELLS," you spat venomously, thinking of the absolutely miserable look on your youngest brother's face as he came to see you only an hour ago. Apparently, your other brothers thought if he was the only to break the news of your impending engagement you'd take it willingly, maybe even happily if it came from your favorite sibling. And to be fair, from him you had. You knew it wasn't his idea and given the fact he honesty looked like he was going to cry possibly, thinking you'd hate him forever because of his message. Like it was him who signed your death warrant. No, for Finn and only him you'd taken the news calmly, telling him it was alright and you'd didn't hate him. Reassuring him once again you loved him, and that he could come to you for anything at all anytime and that you also wanted him home by midnight; you'd left him with a tight hug, quick kiss on the side of his head, and some money to take the sweet girl he'd been talking with to the movies....

Then you set out for your older brothers....

Now here you were, giving them your real opinions which they hoped Finn would soften the brute of.

"AND on that note! Who THE FUCK are you? THINKING YOU THINK YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING RIGHT TO MARRY ME OFF FOR YOUR LITTLE PISSING PARTY," your volume increasing as you raged, while dodging around your brothers to climb on Tommy's' desk so you could yell at them without being cut off as easily. "JUST BECAUSE YOUR LITTLE BIRD BRAINS ONLY UNDERSTANDS PLANS INVOLVING FIGHTING AND FUCKING DOESN'T MEAN THEY'RE WHAT YOU SHOULD USE!!," John yelped as you stomped on his hand trying to grab your ankle to pull you off the desk. "I!! I WILL NOT BE USED IN ONE OF YOUR SHITTY LITTLE SCHEMES TO MAKE PEACE BECAUSE YOU MEN FUCKED SOMETHING UP AGAIN!! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME! I AM NOT SOME BARGAINING CHIP TO BE BET IN YOUR GAMBLING GAME," you kicked Tommy's stapler backwards towards Arthur's head as he tried to grab you from behind. "I WILL WORK WHERE I WANT. I WILL LIVE WHERE I WANT. MEET WHO I WANT. FIGHT WHO I WANT. AND FUCK WHO I WANT!! DO YOU YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!"

Again the room was silent as you and Tommy stared at each other. You from on top of his desk holding his empty whiskey glass, ready to throw, and him right in front, a bright red handprint blooming in his pale skin. Tommy opened his mouth to speak and you opened yours, still angry and ready to refute whatever he said. But then Tommy raised his arms in peace and took a few steps back slowly, keeping his eyes on yours in a show of surrender.

"Alright. Alright Y/N we've heard what you have to say..."

"Don't fucking patronize me Tommy. I'm not a fucking horse you can calm or sell on a whim," you refuted, sighing as the fight finally left you. You were still furious yes, but you were tired of yelling. It wasn't something you did often and even now you were really only doing it to keep yourself from hitting your brother again. He couldn't listen to you if he was unconscious. Still moving forward with his arms slightly raised Tommy tried again.

"Alright," Tommy repeated raising one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose like he did when he was stressed. Sure he expected you to be mad, you had even been pissed when he arranged John's marriage with Esme, and you adored the women as much if not more than John himself did. He knew your feelings on marrying for Love and not business and to be fair he didn't disagree. And even if it made him slightly sick to think of having to do this, a pact bound with marriage was the only was Luca would agree to reconsider the black hands.

'A bond thorough blood bound or blood spilled' those were his words.

"I get you're angry Y/N. And I'm sorry it had to be this way," Tommy spoke firmly but vaguely, and there was almost a slight pleading there, ask if he was asking you to let it go just this once. As if he was asking you to grab his jacket instead of tie yourself to a man you'd never met. "But you don't understand the situation we're in." Tommy moved to grab one of the papers you'd knocked off the desk in your ranting. He reached up to hand it to and you grabbed it before staring at it for a moment processing what was before you. And for some reason you couldn't explain but that paper was all it took for your anger to return full force. Who at kind of death threat even was this?

"YOU EXPECT ME TO GET MARRIED TO A STRANGER BECAUSE OF A FUCKING FINGER PAINTING?!"

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#Peaky Blinders #Peaky blinders imagine #luca changretta #luca changretta x reader #luca changretta imagine #peaky blinders x reader #shelby!reader #shelby!sister

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Shooting Stars

Cw: mentions of attempted murder, miscarriage, blood, death, visions of death, illness, a lot of angst

Mostly Diane in her aged up version, with some Tom Bennett x Diane at the end.

She’s always known when there’s shooting stars, ever since her parents would take them to the woods and sleep underneath the stars.

The first wish she ever made was for a sister when she was four going on five and they went to the Canary Islands. Her parents had shared a look between them and right before Easter, Diane knew her wish had come true.

Shh, don’t tell anyone yet, her mother had whispered with a wink as she put on the sapphire as large as a Diane’s fist around her neck.

Diane had not kept her secret, lost in the euphoria of having her wish come true she told everyone who listened to her.

That same evening, her mother was shot at a charity gala and the shock and injury had made her lose the baby.

From then on, Diane Elizabeth Shelby learned wishes don’t come true if they aren’t secret.

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Diane was six years old when she Uncle John dying in Aunt Esme’s arms during one of those secret visits she and her mother did to them.

And just like that time in the villa in Tenerife, she felt the rush of excitement of a star falling from heaven.

This time she didn’t pray for a sister or a brother or a new pony, this time she wished for uncle john to live.

For extra measure she didn’t tell a soul.

And sure enough on Christmas Day, they get a call from a frantic Esme telling them of the ambush by the Changrettas and John Shelby surviving to tell the tale.

Wishes only came true if they were secret.

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She is ten years old and dressed up as Marie Antoinette complete with a wig as big as she and period accurate undergarments.

Versailles wishes it could be this great, her dad said as she danced standing on his toes.

Her mother had drawn a blood red line and fake stitches to make it look as if her head had been sewed back on.

Her mama can barely stand waltzes, her eyes grow wide with horror and her skin turns into gooseflesh before she runs off to scream or cry as her past rushes back into her head.

Diane had never understood that, she only knows that its like the shovels her daddy hears some nights.

Its as he spins her one last time that she understands why.

Aunt Polly’s laugh triggers a vision so strong Diane screams like she’s never done before.

A knife in the dark, Polly struggling and then choking on her own blood as her throat is slit.

That night Diane holds the Black Madonna she gave her and prayed her aunt polly never dies.

And yet the morning after her father tried to kill himself in the empty field, her body and that of Barney Thompson and her fiance, Aberama Gold are dumped on their doorstep.

It was then that Diane learned not all wishes come true.

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Diane is fifteen. She has had her quinceanera, she is to debut in society on her fifteenth birthday as her mother did and most girls in Mexico do.

Life returns slowly to the Shelbys after Polly’s murder. Her father no longer drinks, her uncles do their best to keep themselves clean and no one speaks to Michael because he blames them for his mother’s death.

Her father for his plot to assassinate Mosley, her mother for not stopping it.

Diane gets comes down with the same cold her best friend from school, Cathy, does around December. Both had been friends since grammar school when the teacher assigned them together because Cathy needed to grow out of her shell and Diane needed to be mindful of others.

When they move Christmas up so they can go to Boston with daddy, the young witch finds herself so sick she could stay standing after coughing so terribly her handkerchief comes away with splatters of blood.

Diane is fifteen when she is diagnosed with tuberculosis.

She is given the best of care in an institution built up by her father because his first love died of consumption and what better way to honor her by making sure no one has to die like she did.

He refuses to leave her side no matter what the doctors try. They talk to pass the time, he does mainly because he knows she’s dying.

Diane tells him about the shooting stars as she starts to feel the tingling of one about to a fall.

And because Thomas Shelby would do anything for his family, he picks her up from her bed and both make a wish on a shooting star as they watch it fall to its death from her hospital window.

On Christmas Day, Diane is carried out of the institution by her parents alive while Cathy’s carry her out dead.

Sometimes magic comes with a price, she can hear her Aunt Polly say.

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Diane is twenty when she meets the love of her life.

He is charming, carefree and makes her heart sing as if he himself were a shooting star.

Thomas Bennett doesn’t even know her name and yet both feel as if they have known each other before. Perhaps in a past life, she thinks as they dance to his sister’s song like all young lovers do.

She has known desire before but not so strongly. It was like a thousand shooting stars had begun to fall around them.

He is so much more than he appears, insightful and caring and so unlike others see him.

“Haven’t seen a shooting star in years. Used to make wishes on them.” He mentions as they stop and see the streak of light that has the young witch almost vibrating from the heady feel of her connection with Tom and the meteorite burning to nothing in the heavens.

“So did I, well, I still do.” Diane admitted quietly and found herself wishing for the boy standing right beside her.

“Are you free tomorrow?” he asks holding out his hand and she takes it while keeping her wish and her last name a secret…for now.

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #diane shelby #diane shelby x tom bennett #tom bennett x oc #tom bennett world on fire #world on fire peaky blinders crossover #november writing prompts

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