#not pictured but i also like finn!arthur

[cyanide-butter]

Arthurs today

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

Hey so like many of you, I saw that article about how people are going into college having read no classic books. And believe it or not, I've been pissed about this for years. Like the article revealed, a good chunk of American Schools don't require students to actually read books, rather they just give them an excerpt and tell them how to feel about it. Which is bullshit.

So like. As a positivity post, let's use this time to recommend actually good classic books that you've actually enjoyed reading! I know that Dracula Daily and Epic the Musical have wonderfully tricked y'all into reading Dracula and The Odyssey, and I've seen a resurgence of Picture of Dorian Gray readership out of spite for N-tflix, so let's keep the ball rolling!

My absolute favorite books of all time are The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson. Classic psychological horror books about unhinged women.

I adore The Bad Seed by William March. It's widely considered to be the first "creepy child" book in American literature, so reading it now you're like "wow that's kinda cliche- oh my god this is what started it. This was ground zero."

I remember the feelings of validation I got when people realized Dracula wasn't actually a love story. For further feelings of validation, please read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson. There's a lot the more popular adaptations missed out on.

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier is an absolute gem of a book. It's a slow-build psychological study so it may not be for everyone, but damn do the plot twists hit. It's a really good book to go into blind, but I will say that its handling of abuse victims is actually insanely good for the time period it was written in.

Moving on from horror, you know people who say "I loved this book so much I couldn't put it down"? That was me as a kid reading A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Picked it up while bored at the library and was glued to it until I finished it.

Peter Pan and Wendy by JM Barrie was also a childhood favorite of mine. Next time someone bitches about Woke Casting, tell them that the original 1911 Peter Pan novel had canon nonbinary fairies.

Watership Down by Richard Adams is my sister Cori's favorite book period. If you were a Warrior Cats, Guardians of Ga'Hoole or Wings of Fire kid, you owe a metric fuckton to Watership Down and its "little animals on a big adventure" setup.

A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry was a play and not a book first, but damn if it isn't a good fucking read. It was also named after a Langston Hughes poem, who's also an absolutely incredible author.

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury is a book I absolutely adore and will defend until the day I die. It's so friggin good, y'all, I love it more than anything. You like people breaking out of fascist brainwashing? You like reading and value knowledge? You wanna see a guy basically predict the future of television back in 1953? Read Fahrenheit.

Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain and To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee are considered required reading for a reason: they're both really good books about young white children unlearning the racial biases of their time. Huck Finn specifically has the main character being told that he will go to hell if he frees a slave, and deciding eternal damnation would be worth it.

As a sidenote, another Mark Twain book I was obsessed with as a kid was A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. Exactly what it says on the tin, incredibly insane read.

If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin is a heartbreaking but powerful book and a look at the racism of the time while still centering the love the two black protagonists feel for each other. Giovanni's Room by the same author is one that focuses on a MLM man struggling with his sexuality, and it's really important to see from the perspective of a queer man living in the 50s– as well as Baldwin's autobiographical novel, Go Tell it on the Mountain.

Agatha Christie mysteries are all still absolutely iconic, but Murder on the Orient Express is such a good read whether or not you know the end twist.

Maybe-controversial-maybe-not take: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov is a good book if you have reading comprehension. No, you're not supposed to like the main character. He pretty much spells that out for you at the end ffs.

Animal Farm by George Orwell was another favorite of mine; it was written as an obvious metaphor for the rise of fascism in Russia at the time and boy does it hit even now.

And finally, please read Shakespeare plays. As soon as you get used to their way of talking, they're not as hard to understand as people will lead you to believe. My absolute favorite is Twelfth Night- crossdressing, bisexual love triangles, yellow stockings... it's all a joy.

and those are just the ones i thought of off the top of my head! What're your guys' favorite classic books? Let's make everyone a reading list!

[motherofdogs1010]

Letters to Juliet & Romeo II (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Heartbroken and in the midst of the Great War as a nurse, Y/N L/N writes to a person she never expected to write to before... her brother's friend, Thomas Shelby... But the war's over now and it is time to face the letters...

Warnings: angst, wartime talk, fluff, reunion, pre-Peaky Blinders Tommy, solider!Tommy, nurse!Reader, chubby!reader, age gap (everyone is of age)

Italics: contents of letters

🪖 Dividers by @firefly-graphics 🪖 Banner by @vase-of-lilies

June 1918, 5 Months before Great War Ends 4 Years of Letters

I picture what my life might be like when this war ends, I picture how I will ever continue to go about life after seeing the worst of men...

Y/N read Tommy's newest letter, she could see the dirt on it and the smudged thumbprints he left as he traced it; they were flooded today in the camp ever since they moved further onto the field. It was night now when she got to reading his letter, she wondered too how her life was going to be like when she got home.

I picture you there by my side, I imagine us together... I imagine you in my arms, holding you at night. You are the only one that knows me, the me that this war has crafted and spat out...

Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes as she read his profession, her lip wobbling as she read his letter before the tears soon began to fall down her cheeks as she heard some of her fellow nurses snore away into the night.

If we survive this war, I plan to make you a Shelby, make a honest woman out of you... dedicate my life to the woman who has held me together...

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11 A.M., November 1918, the Great War was declared over... she could remember patching up a badly injured man when the gun fire stopped. She had looked up and saw the confusion on everyone's faces when they realized the total silence around them.

And now, the train she was on that was taking her home stopped, the conductor announcing their stop in Small Heath. She stood, grabbing her suitcase as she was still dressed in her ward uniform since that's what they were told to wear home. She wondered if Tommy had made it home first, she knew there was soldiers on the train, but she prayed he was somewhere.

She had written to her mother, who told her that her brother had arrived home first since he was one of the first to head home and that they would be greeting her.

As she stepped off the train, suitcase heavy as she saw the crowded train station, witnessing the reunions happening and she felt a sadness come over as she began to look around for her family.

"Y/N..."

Her eyes widen as she heard that familiar voice and turned around...

Tommy was dressed in his uniform just like how many others were as him and his brothers stepped off the train, immediately seeing Polly, Ada and Finn waiting for them in the crowd.

"There you boys are", Polly said, embracing them.

Tommy's mind wandered as he hoped Y/N was close by, he needed to see her, hold her just as anyone needed air to breath. He tuned out whatever the others were talking about as he looked around and his heart stopped as he saw her, the glimpse of her face as she was dressed in those damned nursing clothes.

Here she was, the woman he wanted to make his wife...

"Y/N..."

He watched as she froze and began to turn, but he had already begun to move, pushing past people and ignoring the voices of his family as he watched Y/N also drop her suitcase and began to walk towards him.

"Tommy", she said with tears in her eyes as finally, they embraced.

It was a tight embrace, one that felt as if one of them let go, they would never be here again. Tommy buried his face in his neck, his hand accidentally knocking off her cap as he squeezed her, feeling her tears wet a part of his uniform as little sobs escaped her.

He felt whole as if the missing piece he never had was returned to him as he lifted her off the ground for a few minutes as they embraced...

"So that's who the bastard's been writing to", Arthur mused, John chuckled.

"Don't be mad that he had a bird waiting for him", John teased as Polly rolled her eyes.

She watched as her nephew embraced the girl tightly, the two lost in their own world as Polly's eyes widen at who the girl was.

"Blimey, that's B/N's sister", she breathed, Ada squinted and saw it too.

"Looks like we've got a wedding to plan for, huh Polly?" Ada said.

Polly let out a little chuckle and thought that at least something good came out of this war...

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[miiilowo]

May I ask for some info on characters in your gay boy summer drawing (Idk names sorry)

GRINS EVILLY. yes u may ( vvv pictures for people who havent seen em)

human dudes named finn, big monsters named arthur. arthurs not his actual name, but ill get to that in a minute. theyre ocs ive had for quite some time now but i've been renovating because i wanna make an actual digital horror series sometime in the coming years (everything would be posted to an in-universe youtube channel 'owned' by finn)

Finn is a shoddy paranormal investigator who lives alone in an RV out by the woods. While he's not too far from town, he's out there enough to get in trouble and not have anyone find out for ... A longer period of time than what would be preferable, let's just say that. Loves ghoul hunting. loves ghouls. ghosts and demons and whatnot. Uploads everything to a youtube channel.

One day, he decides to check out an abandoned house thats rumored to have demonic rituals and summonings happening within it, cause why wouldn't he? He gets there. snaps a photo down the hall. sees a numerous amount of red eyes staring back at him, and immediately books it back home! naturally he immediately gets followed home by the Thing he found. this is not preferable.

Arthur, when summoned, only has one way he can get back home. He needs a willing blood sacrifice in order to draw the portal and return- Emphasis on the word "willing". Typically, he would manipulate the summoner into being that sacrifice, by getting them emotionally attached in some way; making them reliant on him. Whoever summoned him last was aware of this, however, and booked it before he could do anything. With Finn being his first human contact in years, he's desperate, and tracks him down-So he can lure him in and use him.

issue one: there's been a string of murders in the woods nearby where he lives issue two: he's kinda thick skulled. since the murders happened recently, there might be some weird paranormal activity happening, right? issue three: the killer was visiting the scene of the crime when finn showed up, as killers tend to do. now he has a murderer coming for his ass

now, you can't really have a "willing blood sacrifice" if someone kills them before you do, right?

the series would follow the two as arthur tries his absolute best to keep finn from getting killed, and over time, arthur realizes he isn't being kind and loving to finn just because he needs to use him to get back home anymore.

anyways. handful misc information:

finn nicknamed arthur out of fear when he saw it staring at him through his window in the dark at like 2 am and it stuck

arthur cannot form words because of the way his mouth is, so he primarily communicates through technology, sort of forcing finn to be constantly recording. think of that one scare in the mandela catalogue where the date displaying on the recording changes to the words 'bad idea, mark' or whatever it says

eventually i want finn to strap a modified spirit box to arthurs neck so he can communicate like that. ideally this will resemble withered chicas voicelines in ultimate custom night

everything about them you can find in the #redux tag on my blog and also on @reduxblog cause i RB everything there :3

[dreamsandscenes]

My Thoughts On

FINN SHELBY

* Spoilers ahead for S1 - S6 of Peaky Blinders *

The way that Finn as a character was pushed aside and rendered useless 99% of the time is a shame. I wish Steven Knight had had different plans for him (or just any good plans at all would’ve been nice).

I do find the age gap between Finn and all the other siblings a bit too much. If we’re going by the wiki ages, which make sense within the show, Finn was born in 1908. This also must be his birth year, since in season 1 of the show, he says he’s about to be 11, and S1 starts in 1919. His oldest sibling, Arthur, was already 21, Tommy was 18, John was 13, and Ada was 11 when he was born. I can only imagine that the Shelby parents started having kids in their teens, because the age gap is massive. It would’ve made more sense for Finn to be Arthur or Tommy’s son, rather than their brother with that age gap.

It also drives a bit of a wedge between the older siblings and Finn, because Arthur, Tommy, John and Ada all grew up together. They experienced their difficult childhood together. Finn didn’t. Maybe this is part of the reason why I don’t see the same bond between Finn and his siblings as they all have with each other. Don’t get me wrong, they all loved him. I never doubted that. But as Finn grew into a man, I did wonder if all of them actually liked him.

We also know that Mrs Shelby died when Finn was a baby, and Mr Shelby left the family shortly after. Finn never had parents, but he had substitutes for those roles.

Polly was the only mother he ever knew. She raised him. That being said though, it did seem like when Michael came back into her life, Polly put Finn on the back burner. We didn’t really see much of them together at all, apart from in season 1. I don’t even know who Finn lived with in S3/S4, because he was still so young, he had to live with someone. I think Polly cared for him very well when he was a little boy, but once he got into his teens, and Michael was back in the picture, she didn’t seem to care as much. Maybe because he didn’t rely on her to take care of him so much because he was getting older, she took a step back, but I honestly don’t know why she didn’t seem to have more of an active role in his life from S2 onwards. Maybe we should just say it was a poor writing decision.

Both Arthur and Tommy seemed to fill the fatherly role in Finn’s life. They both looked out for him when they could. They, along with John when he got old enough, made sure to financially support Finn, and give him more than they had growing up. That being said, they weren’t the best role models. I mean, Finn was already doing cocaine at 13/14, something at least Tommy was apparently aware of. Granted, they didn’t necessarily understand the issues with cocaine at the time, but people knew it was a drug, and kids obviously shouldn’t be doing drugs, so I don’t know if Tommy should get a pass for that less than fantastic big brother behaviour.

After John’s death, Finn is clearly brought more into the Peaky Blinders fold, to fill the hole that John left behind. Unfortunately though, Finn lacked the ruthlessness that John had. He could never quite measure up. Perhaps because he never had to fight to get by, like his big brothers did, he didn’t have that drive to succeed. He just kind of skated by the whole time. He didn’t have the aptitude for violence that John had, so he disappointed Tommy/Arthur when it came to Peaky business because he couldn’t handle it, but that’s not really something I would blame Finn for. That’s more on his brothers for expecting & hoping that he’d be like John. Tbh, I don’t know why they didn’t just make him handle legitimate business, rather than the criminal stuff, because he clearly wasn’t suited to it.

I can’t really say a lot about his relationship with Ada, because I don’t remember any significant scenes between them, apart from the scene in 5x01 where Finn gets shot and talks to Ada for minute after the bullet is removed. It’s pretty brief though. You’d think he’d have more scenes with his only sister, and I think it could’ve been interesting to see the difference between his relationship with her versus his relationship with his older brothers, who he always felt like he had something to prove to.

In S6, we see that he gets married to a woman named Mary. We know nothing about Mary. She’s in maybe 2 scenes. We know nothing about their relationship. There’s no development or love story for them. I truly don’t know why this was included in the show because it added absolutely nothing. I can only assume that the marriage might have some sort of relevance in the movie. If it doesn’t, I just don’t see the point in including it all. It was a meaningless moment.

His friendship with Billy Grade is ultimately the thing that ruins him. He quickly becomes close friends with Billy when they work together. He trusted Billy, because he was always more trusting than his brothers, so he told him things he shouldn’t have.

By the time we get to the end of S6, where he has to choose between shooting Billy, or saving him by shooting Duke or Isiah, he has been friends with Billy for years. It doesn’t really feel like that as a viewer because of the time jumps between seasons, but Billy was presumably his best friend by that point. With that in mind, was I supposed to be surprised that he tried to shoot Duke to save Billy? He didn’t know Duke. Duke meant nothing to him. Isiah used to be his friend, but they seem to have drifted apart as they got older. Obviously he wasn’t going to choose Duke, or Isiah, over his friend.

If Tommy and Arthur were in that room, instead of Duke and Isiah, I think things would’ve happened differently. When faced with a choice between his brothers and his friend, I think he would’ve chosen his brothers. I definitely don’t think he would’ve ever pointed a gun at either of them or tried to shoot them. But when faced with a guy he barely knew and a friend he wasn’t that close to anymore, he chose Billy. Yes, Billy was an informant, albeit a reluctant one, but he wasn’t only that to Finn.

Do I think he deserved to be disowned by the family at the end of S6 for this decision? No. I think he should’ve been punished in some way, and moved to the legitimate side of the business, because he simply wasn’t smart enough to handle the criminal side of things. I just find it hard to imagine the Shelby’s disowning one of their own, even one that does stupid stuff like Finn. That’s still their baby brother. I don’t like that as Finn’s ending in the show. It was bad enough when SK turned Michael into an antagonist; I don’t want to see Finn meet the same fate in the movie.

I’m really hoping Finn isn’t an antagonist in the PB movie. I really don’t want to see that. I don’t think that one situation with Billy would fully turn Finn against his family anyway. Against Duke maybe, but not his brothers. If he is one of the villains in the movie, I’m going to be disappointed. I’d rather see his final ending in the movie be him coming back into the family, and in some way finally earning the approval of his brothers. Perhaps he could do the whole double agent thing, where the audience thinks he’s a villain, but he’s actually helping his family. I don’t know, I just want more from him as a character than an antagonist storyline.

That’s kind of the way I felt about Finn the entire series; I just wanted more from him. He was always falling a bit short as a character for me. Never quite hitting the mark. I hope that he can finally reach his potential in the movie.

[anonymooseforever007]

Tag Lists For Fics

Hi Y'all❤️ I don't know if anyone's interested but I'm gonna start making tag lists for stories if anyone wants to be on them. Y'all can jump on or off of them whenever you want and I'm going to try to start adding them to the ends of my fics or in a reblogged list. Also some of the list are for series that aren't official/haven't been started yet, but I have a plan to make them. Those ones are marked with ** by them. The lists I'm gonna try to make are as follows with some examples/explanation of the stories they may be attached to:

GENERAL TAG LISTS:

Peaky Everything - Every Peaky Related Fic, even if it's platonic or there isn't a set relationship or reader insert at all (Ex: Romantic Escape, Field Deer. Forest Horse, Shadow by The Bed, Pictures on the Wall, etc....It's literally everything)

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Peaky Romantic - Every Reader/OC Peaky Fic that involves a stated romantic/ non platonic relationship as part of the big focus (Ex: Romantic Escape, I know Him, Whiskey Kisses, etc...)

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Peaky Platonic - Every Reader/OC Peaky fic that involves a platonic relationship as a big focus (Ex: Field Deer. Forest Horse, I know Him, His Aunt's Stories, anything from the My Girl Series, etc...)

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Pure Peaky Peaky - Any non Reader/OC based Peaky fic I've written where the main focus of the story is on the show's characters (Ex: Shadow by the Bed, Pictures on the Wall, A Tour to Remember, etc...)

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Totally Top Gun- Any fic related to Top Gun once I am able to start making my way through planning those ideas again. As of now most of them will likely be about snippets in the life of Mrs. Y/N Floyd from Wanna Buy You A Drink.

SERIES TAG LISTS:

My Girl Series - Any new chapters to the My Girl Series. This is the one that alternates back and forth over the past and present life of Tommy Shelby's daughter (reader) who was raised in America after he died in France during the war.

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Pictures on the Wall Series - While this three part mini series Finn and his relationship with the Shelby mother is officially complete, I recently had one more idea for a mini epilogue that I'd like to write at some point. So I'm opening this list in case anyone would want to see that part when it comes to it!

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**Sweet Oblivion Series - Not a series that's been officially started, but one I have plans for. It would encompass some more fics in the same universe as I Know Him about Finn Shelby dating Alfie's bouncy sunshine stepdaughter who isn't aware of the men's real profession.

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**Woo Me Mister Series - This technically also isn't a series I have ongoing at the moment because I'm currently stuck plot wise, but it would encompass the AU that fics The Proposal and The Engagement are set in. This whole series would be about the year Luca spends trying to win over the Shelby Sister who is determined to avoid an arranged marriage, but also isn't above trying to live her best romance novel life.

INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS TAG LISTS:

*Note this would be for every fic romantic or platonic for when the character is one of the main subjects*

Finn Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Tommy Shelby

Michael Gray

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Luca Changretta

And yeah, those are the lists I would make for now if anyone wants to be one them. There may be a lot but I blame it on my ADHD induced desire to sub organise everything :D If you want to be on any of them just let me know through an ask, message, comment, or anything else you're comfortable with! (You could even try it on any other form of social media I have. If you do that I will be as impressed as I am terrified you'd obtained that information.)

ALSO! One more thing about them. So I know that even if someone really likes a character there may still be topics in a fic that just are not their thing. So if there really is a theme or topic that really bothers you feel free to let me know and I will try to make a note of it and temporarily take you of the list for those fics alone. (Ex: Hey, I want to be on your Alfie tag list but I am absolutely horrified of Cyril, please don't tag me in the fics where he's a big part." Can do! "Hi! I would like to be on the Peaky Romantic List but absolutely don't do pregnancy or OC kids." Sounds Fair. "Hello. Can I be added to the XXX Tag List? But I really don't like XXX. Is that ok? " Sure is!, etc...)

Let me know if y'all want to be on any of these list and have a great day❤️❤️

[skelezomperman]

It's autumn. Gen II kids go Giving Thanks too.

Who hates cranberries? Not the band. The band is great.

Who cracks jokes every five minutes (and laughs at their own jokes)?

Who tries to precisely cut the turkey?

Who confuses Thanksgiving with Halloween and may or may not have accidentally summoned a demon at the table?

Who gets into fistfight with a family member, over what?

Who keeps taking photos?

Who shows up with an unanticipated plus-one?

Oifey hates cranberries because it reminds him of Silesse and he didn't like being there.

Arthur cracks jokes every five minutes until Fee shoves him. He would also laugh at all of his jokes.

Ced thinks he can find a scientific way to cut the turkey perfectly. Unfortunately he forgot to account for the turkey being injected with a baster. Somehow he ends up making a mess of grease.

Julia falls in a trance and accidentally sings "This is Halloween" so Coirpre has to clean up the mess.

Ares gets into a fistfight with Altena because Altena insulted Ares' favorite wrestler. (Does he watch wrestling?)

Finn keeps taking pictures because he's the dad of the "family."

Showing up with an unexpected plus one...I feel like this would be Finn with Eyvel.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

I’m out with Emmerdale. I really didn’t think that show could reach the bottom of the barrel as much as they already have but they actually exceeded themselves. From what I have seen and, it was just one comment so it might be a supposition from the writer of that post is that Marshall was axed, which i would agree with what we know now. Notably due to the apparition of the aunt, we never heard about, of course it was supposed that he had other family than his father but why did she was never mentioned in any of the storyline he got. Now, if he got axed, I seriously won’t understand why, the actor wasn’t the actor of the year, he didn’t smash Emmerdale with his storyline and honestly him and Arthur could have been way better than they were, but he was a promising addition. I scoffed at the article that announced his departure after they said the ship was being compared to Heartstopper, I wished they had just an ounce of what Heartstopper got. I agree with the post you answered : what was the point of their storyline, how can they get together and then we hear nothing for months (because of the actors having exams) then they are back and they have a fight out of nothing and we are being told it’s been like this for quite some time and now departure. It just doesn’t make sense, it’s not a coherent story ( we know the writers suck but…) which also is the reason why I am thinking of the actor’s asked to leave. I mean at that age, he might not know what he want and decided acting was not for him. Also, I immediately thought about it when I saw the news and I hope it’s not the case but he might have had pushback from his classmates or others for playing a gay character or Emmerdale pushed back because they got told off by somebody that having a gay couple below the age of consent is not possible, especially with the ongoing issues in England with people pushing the lgbtq being gr**mer who lure children. Maybe also there has been criticism because the show is too “crowded” with lgbt character and of course Emmerdale being who they are decided to clean up just like they did when they killed Lawrence, Finn, made Kasim leave in an previous era. There is this new couple with Nicky and Vanessa is coming back so…

I am sorry, it was longer than what I intended it to be but if it’s Marshall that bite the dust, when there are dozen of others characters that should just leave, than Emmerdale is just the dumbest, most incoherent show that I might have ever come across. The funny part (that is actually very sad) is that the picture of his departure had the most intimacy, him and his supposed boyfriend had, since his introduction.

Let it all out anon, tell me how you really feel. 😉 Yeah the whole Marshall thing is stupid. I saw an article from DS though that suggested that this might have been the plan all along (based on a quote from one of the terrible trio). That the whole point was to have Arthur experience his first heartbreak... but then there are other ways they could have done that... and have them actually act like boyfriends. Alfie is 15 (thank you Google) and I'm guessing the kid who plays Marshall is too - even 15 year old actors can play a couple. Ok they can't throw them together and have a drunken one night stand (that's probably what they'll do with Nicky and Suni) but there are other ways to portray a couple than just sex. I think they get compared to Heartstopper because they're young - even though the Heartstopper boys are older (the actors - not sure how old the characters are supposed to be). But it does show how you can tell a romantic relationship story without throwing the characters into bed together. They would have to be careful (for lack of a better word) on how/what to do with them as a couple but I'm sure they could have come up with something in between random hook ups and what they actually got. And I know Alfie's mum is very involved in everything Emmerdale, and I'm guessing the kid that plays Marshall's parents/guardians are too since he's under age... so between the parents, the actors, the writers, and the terrible trio, i'm sure they could have come up with something that everyone was comfortable with and still gave us more of a story than whatever the hell this was. I don't think it's got anything to do with the facebook bitching. I saw comments about Suni today too - how Emmerdale needs to look at actual Yorkshire villages because that's not how it *really* is. Apparently brown people don't exist in Yorkshire - who knew! Just wait until they find out he's into guys too. But emmerdale has never given a shit about what's being said on social media and stuff. The only time I remember them ever addressing a reaction to a story was when they announced Laurel having an abortion after finding out the baby had down syndrome. People still bring that up and that was actually really well done (for a change). As for the show being too crowded - they can't seem to hang onto their actors for more than a year these days... Naomi, Marcus, Marshall, all left or are leaving. Liam Fox/Dan is apparently doing panto this year and hopefully at least leaving temporarily... and they just brought in Charles' parents and gave his dad an aneurysm so he's living on borrowed time too. If they really wanted to do a clean up they should bring back Meena and let her get rid of some dead weight. (not going to happen but a girl can dream)

[impossibleheartflower]

I also want to point how Arthur looks at his dad in this because he's not looking at the crowd and instead looking at his dad but yeah he does look at the crowd head held high after losing then he looks over at his dad when he praises him and finally says that he's proud of his son after 10 years of not seeing him yet still the same boy looking for his dad and his approval even when he's beatin' him in front of anyone there he doesn't care because at least for a moment he has his father after all these years there's still a flicker of hope of having him back, y'know it really shows how he doesn't care about what others say at the time but his father's approval checking to see if his father is proud of him.

Arthur Sr on the other hand is purely looking at the crowd and their approval, he's still thinking about himself and not being a father. The way I see it, Arthur Sr only sees his children as an extension of himself when he's in a good mood or when he needs something and when he's in a bad mood they're more of an asset whenever he needs something, almost as if they're nothing but a backup plan. Just before this fight he tells Arthur and Finn about a little fantasy of his about starting a casino of his own with the Shelby name all over it. He wants the fame and money and women which is what his children manage to get (not the casino but everything else they do his dream of being remembered, even if it's not what they imagined they manage to achieve what Arthur Sr could not) and he wants to achieve this by taking the fruits of his children's labor, manipulating his son's to get him the money to start his dream (which happens but he still manages to fail) Arthur Sr will always think about himself and how others think of him, in my eyes he sees the Shelby name as purely his and his alone and their accomplishments are his and whatever his kids do and have is his and deserves to be his, y'know like a 'whats yours is mine and what's mine is mine' kinda mentality. When Arthur lands a good hit on him he gets so mad that he keeps landing punch after punch and even headbutts him and then when he thinks that it might make him look bad or it might change Arthur's mind about getting him the money he tries to makeup for it by claiming that he loves his son and is proud of him to make both Arthur and the crowd think that they're okay and that everything's going to be alright. I see it that way because of the one-sided hug that we see them have, Arthur is clinging onto him as if he'll leave again (which is what he does later on) whilst still feeling that amazing feeling of when his father praises him, and then Arthur Sr just kinda brushes him off. It's almost as if he sees that his son is still loyal to him even after he does something like that, beating him son in a boxing match for everyone to see and then continuing to manipulate him all over again.

This picture shows the relationship that they have at that point in a nutshell, where Arthur doesn't care about whatever his father does to him or the effect that it can have on his family as long as he has his dad, and where Arthur Sr is still concerned about how everyone else sees him and how he can better himself while using his children to make himself feel better.

On the other hand Aberama and Bonnie are both looking at the crowd because Bonnie has won his match, they both have worked so hard to get to this point and they've made it (it's like their version of the casino is making Bonnie's dream come true and to better both of them and the rest of their family not just Aberama, in fact everything Aberama has done at this point is purely for Bonnie and his other daughters and he doesn't care about his reputation as this 'savage' gangster because he's doing it all for his family and he actually takes pride in this)

Bonnie might not fully appreciate his father but not once does he think that his father isn't proud of him or that he doesn't love him, we see this when he doesn't look at his dad in this picture instead looking at what all they've done has finally payed off. Bonnie enjoys this moment because he did kill all these people for nothing, he's a boxer at heart not a gangster. Boxers are preformers, he's not always soft and he has incredible self control and uses it in the ring (we see it time and time again and it's because Aberama showed him that, something that Arthur never got the chance to do which is sad) and he just embraces his dream of becoming this person in the ring with his father by his side. He doesn't need to look over at his father to see if he's proud because he can hear him cheering him on and feel it when he picks Bonnie up and bring him across the ring. He's having the time of his life and I love that for him honestly. The only time he'd ever question his father he doesn't even question him enough to bring it up to Aberama and it's only because of his doubts about whether or not the whole gangster thing is what they need or not and even then it's not like he doesn't trust his dad it's about the blood on his hands and I would like to see how Aberama handled the situation of bringing Bonnie into this world and how Bonnie managed to stay the way that he is or maybe how he managed to change as a person but still a nice and respectful person when he's not doing gangster shenanigans and what not

Aberama is not like Arthur Sr because he coaches him through out all of this gangster business and during his boxing career and especially during the match asking if he's okay and picking him up across the ring to quite literally show everyone about his son's accomplishment, like a father holds his baby in his arms and brings him across the room to show them about his first word that he's learned and even though Bonnie isn't a baby anymore he still likes to show everyone about how loving and supportive he is of his son but he also let's his son completely soak in the crowds roaring support of Bonnie because he's grown now and deserves to feel that amazing feeling of winning his first official match and last. Then after that we see Bonnie throw his arms up in the air and completely relishes in the crowds cheering him on while Aberama is screaming in joy and showing to everyone including Bonnie about how proud of him he is and he's actually genuine with it. We also see him take his son back to the locker room to patch him up because he needs his son safe and happy, and Bonnie's certainly happy but now it's time to clean him up so that they can celebrate alone together as they always have something we don't see Arthur Sr do. Aberama doesn't see the golds name as purely his and his alone it's their name and their legacy but what Bonnie accomplishment he earned himself even if he had a little help from his father and he makes it known to Bonnie and everyone else

This picture also shows their relationship in a nutshell, Bonnie even though he questions his dad sometimes he doesn't necessarily distrust his father in anyway but he's also he's still growing into his own person, and Aberama is and always have been unabashedly fully supportive of his son and loves him to no end and always willing to do anything for his son but not doing too much but instead helping him from the sidelines and celebrating his son's success when everything is done and over with and makes sure that everyone knows. They're a team whether Bonnie's in the ring or when Aberama is showing him the underbellies of the criminal world and how to navigate it, either way Aberama is not an overbearing parent or controlling because he knows what he does need to let Bonnie speak and do what he needs to do or say but he'll always be there to help and they both know it and don't ever need to question it.

Do you guys ever think Arthur thinks about his own dad when he sees the golds? Especially after seeing Abe's support before Bonnie's big match or when he realized that abe is Bonnie's coach?

Oh look! A father looking to avenge his son and walking trash looking at the son he abandoned for the first time in a decade

Bonnie and Abe hug so casually, and Infront of people (idk if this is a bts pic or not but in my mind it's cannon if it isn't already) while I feel like Arthur² hugged it was more one-sided :(

Bonnie and Abe are literally just celebrating a small win for them while Arthur Sr is pulling his bullshit again >:(

I like how Abe is genuinely so proud of Bonnie while Arthur Sr just introduced his son to a bunch of random people after beating him Infront of said random people, but his face while looking at his dad :(

[lupismaris]

Ruminated on one of my werewolf novels last night, made a few world building improvements and minor revelations that allow the setting to be built more freely, getting wilder with the character design in a fun and freer way

Now facing the consequences of being stuck with a head full of polyam werewolf OCS and the inability to get anything at all done today help

[multifandomwriter56]

Good Little Soldier

A/N: This is for @anyfandomfluffbingo​’s Any Fandom Fluff Bingo. Also for my Fandom Prompt List.

Square: “I... think I’m in love?”

Prompt: 11 “I wish I could, but I don’t want to.” and 19 “I haven’t given you permission to leave.”

Summary: Y/n wants freedom and she may have found a way to get some.

Characters: Polly Gray, Tommy Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Finn Shelby, Shelby!Reader, mentions Alfie Solomons

Warnings: langauge

Word Count: 1,801

*gif is not mine*

Y/n remembers the days when she would wish she was of age and could do whatever the fuck she wanted. No one to tell her where she can go and when to be back. To be free.

But she’s a Shelby. And Shelby’s fall in line like good little soldiers and march to the sound of Thomas Shelby’s orders.

For the women though, they must follow not only his orders, but Polly’s as well. 

Then you have to add that Y/n is the second youngest Shelby, so she has a list of brothers and a sister to listen to as well.

All in all, she’s not fucking free.

Which is why she is sitting at the kitchen table on number six Watery Lane, doing the books and checking Tommy’s diary before he comes for the meeting. 

Ever since Y/n has turned eighteen, men have been asking to walk her home or take her to the pictures. She talked to her aunt about it, but Polly said they would go away… except they haven’t. 

Two days ago, a young man Y/n went to school with, knocked on the door. When he explained to Polly that he wanted to ask Tommy for Y/n’s hand in marriage, the older woman decided that this is serious. 

So her aunt confined her to number six until Tommy returned from America with Grace. 

Fortunately for Y/n, her brother returns today and wants to have a family meeting as soon as possible. 

With that thought in mind, Y/n jumps from her seat when the door opens but her determination deflates when it’s John. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“Just me, eh? I’m the fucking best brother to walk through that door.” John says as he pulls his sister’s hair.

“Fuck John! Let go!” She glares at her laughing brother but gasps when she’s shoved from behind. 

“Let’s go, little sister. Tommy’s back. Family meeting.” Arthur announces as he guides her into the betting shop. 

Y/n easily slips around her brother to grab the diary and books off the table before following her brothers. 

“Hey Tommy, how was America?”

“Yeah, did you fuck on the streets of New York?” John teases.

Y/n makes a disgusting face as she sits, thankful Tommy ignores their questions.

“Right. Business first.”

Polly and Arthur update their leader as Y/n shows him the books. 

“You have an appointment tomorrow morning, Tom.” She informs him when Arthur finishes. 

Tommy nods, lighting a cigarette. “Good. Good.” He takes a puff before raising his eyebrows at his baby sister. “I heard you’ve been confined to the house.”

Y/n’s head snaps to her younger brother, glaring accusingly. 

Finn’s eyes widen, a twinkle of fear in them. “Tommy wanted to know how you were doing. And how the bloody hell did you know it was me that told him?”

“Cause you’ve always been a snitch.”

Polly smacks John and Arthur’s arms when they start snickering just a little too loud.

Y/n ignores them, focusing on the brother that matters right now. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Tommy. Polly is being overdramatic.”

“Oi! I am not.”

“They’re going to stop with Tommy being back, so let’s just forget it.”

“I don’t think so, Y/n.” Polly tells her sadly. She wishes she could leave this between them two, but when the last man asked; Polly knew Tommy needed to be involved. 

“I am me own person! I will fucking decide when-”

“Enough!” Tommy bellows, slamming a hand down on the table. He waits for everyone to settle and look at him. “What the bloody hell is going on, eh? Polly?”

Polly sends her niece a silent apology before answering. “There have been multiple men who have asked to marry our Y/n.”

“Did you tell them to fuck off?”

“Fucking hell, I’m leaving.” Y/n stands, but stops at her brother’s growling tone.

“I haven’t given you permission to leave.”

Y/n rolls her eyes. “Fucking tyrant.” She whispers but sits back down in her seat.

“Pol? Did you tell them to fuck off?” Tommy repeats the question.

“Of course I did. I’m not worried about them.”

Tommy frowns, annoyed with how vague his aunt is being. “Then what the fuck is wrong?”

“The last one to ask for Y/n’s hand in marriage was-” She pauses, hoping her nephew doesn’t blow his top. She sends a silent prayer for Y/n not to make this situation worse.

“Pol, I don’t have all fucking day.”

“Alfie Solomons. It was Alfie fucking Solomons. He sent me a letter.” She says the last part to her niece. 

“The fucking bastard!” Arthur booms.

Y/n breaths out a disbelieving laugh. “Alfie?” She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m okay with that.”

“Y/n.” Tommy warns, a finger pointing in her face. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Y/n.” Polly hisses.

“Drop it, Y/n.” Tommy orders.

Y/n tilts her head to the side, as if she’s thinking about it. “I wish I could, but I don’t want to. I mean, I… think I’m in love?”

The eighteen year old laughs when all four of her brothers glare at her. “Oh please. Do you gits really think Alfie Solomons would really want to marry me? I mean, he loves me; but he always said it's in a brotherly way.” She pauses to let them think she could be right. “Unless it’s changed since I started living with Ada part time to help with the distillery side of the business.”

Y/n smiles proudly as she watches their brains working, trying to figure out if their sister is right or not. 

“Well, I’m going to take a nap. I have a long train ride ahead of me.” She stands to her feet and turns to leave but stops, twisting her neck back so she can make eye contact with her fearless leader. “I do have permission to go, right Tommy?”

Tommy glares at his baby sister, wondering when she became so mischievous. He waves his head, the gesture to leave being the only response he grants her. 

Y/n heads up to her room, a victorious smile on her lips the whole way. 

As she lays on her bed, she pulls a piece of paper out from under her pillow.

Hello Y/n,

I’ve heard about the unqualified men who have been trying to snatch up the Shelby princess. I thought this would be a most opportune time to get back at one Tommy Shelby. I will be writing a letter to your dear aunt, asking for your hand in marriage. I do hope when Tommy gets back from America, he will be eager to answer me. Good luck, Princess Shelby. Your one and only, Alfie Solomons.

Y/n grins. She may still be bound by her brother’s ropes; but at least she can occasionally take back some of her freedom. 

Her grin falls when she hears a knock on her door before her brother opens it. “No bloody privacy.”

Tommy stops, his eyebrows raised high. “Would you like me to knock again?”

“Yes.” Y/n knows he wasn’t serious, but she wants him to know she is.

Rolling his eyes so she knows he thinks this is ridiculous, Tommy heads back into the hallway while shutting the door. He turns to face the door once again and knocks.

Y/n slowly counts to ten before bidding her brother in. 

The raised eyebrows are back, clearly telling her he didn’t like the pause, but she doesn’t give a shit.

“What do you want?”

“I spoke to Mr. Solomons on the phone.”

“That was fast.” Y/n thinks to herself. “What did he say?”

Tommy gestures to the bed, wordlessly asking his sister if he can sit. He waits for her to nod before sitting next to her. “I’ve been a lousy brother lately.”

Y/n snorts. “No argument here.”

Tommy pulls out a cigarette and lighter. Y/n waits for him to light it and is shocked when he offers it to her.

“I know you smoke.”

She blushes at her brother’s statement. She’s been smoking for about three months and she really thought no one knew but Ada. 

“Ada didn’t tell me. I figured it out on me own.”

Realizing her brother doesn’t disapproved, she takes the bud from him and brings it to her lips. She takes a few puffs, enjoying the taste as Tommy lights one for himself.

“I know you and Alfie were playing a prank.”

“You sure about that.” 

Tommy sends her a warning glare. “Let me finish.”

“Sorry.” Y/n mumbles. Yeah, she’s a bit rebellious right now, but in all honesty she’s a good person. She likes to obey her brother, make him proud of who she’s becoming. 

“I know about the prank. A well-deserved prank. Nevertheless-”

“It was well-deserved.” She can’t help but pipe in.

“Nevertheless, Y/n, you should come to me when you have a problem. Grace and I just bought the Arrow House. You are more than welcome to stay with us. But I will allow you to permanently live with Ada in London if that is what you desire.” 

“Allow? Allow me?” She shouts as she stands to her feet. “Tommy, that’s the whole bloody problem. You think I’m one of your soldiers you can order around. I understand when I was younger, but I’m eighteen now. I can decide for myself.”

Tommy stares up at his sister, waiting for her to calm down. 

Hating his steely gaze being directed at her, Y/n sits down.

“I’m letting you decide where you want to live and how much you want to be involved in the distillery side of this company.”

“Oh.”

Tommy can feel the corner of his mouth tugging upwards at how subdued his sister is now. “You are you’re own person; but you’re also my baby sister and I will do anything to keep you safe, even if you fucking hate me.”

Y/n hugs him, each careful of their own cigarette. “I know, Tommy. I do. Just sometimes I feel like all I can be is a good little soldier. That it’s all I’m good for.”

“Don’t forget babysitter.”

Y/n shoves him away as a small laugh escapes. 

Tommy lets her take a few more puffs before gently grabbing her chin. “No more deviant business with Mr. Solomons, eh? He’s a business partner but that can easily change.”

Y/n nods when he lets her chin go. “I’ll be careful, Tommy.”

He nods, believing she will try. “Good little soldier.”

This time he gets a punch to the arm.

“Oi!”

Before Tommy can retaliate, the little devil is out the door and running down the stairs. 

“See you in London, Tommy!”

Forevers: @desiredposion @theseakrakence @simonsbluee

Peaky Blinders: @psychkunox @theshelbyclan

[queenshelby]

Saving Each Other (Part Four)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Raeder

Words: 4,089

Warning: Loads of Fluff, Angst

Notes/Intro: This plays in Season Two. Lizzie is the secretary of Shelby Company Limited and comforts Tommy on occasion after Grace betrayed him and broke his heart. Kimber is dead and the Shelby Family is now moving against Sabini while Tommy deals with some ‘Irish Business’ as well. Then, all of a sudden, you enter the scene, a new Shelby Family Member, who will change Tommy’s life forever. Will you be able to heal his heart???

That evening, you left with Polly while Tommy and his brothers had to attend some business which, as far as you were concerned, was probably illegal.

When you arrived at a small terrace house in the middle of Small Heath, you were somewhat surprised by how warm it felt. Clearly, it was Polly who had decorated the house and you couldn’t help but look at all of the black and white pictures on the walls.

‘Do you all live here?’ you asked and Polly told you that John lived nearby with his wife Esme and his four children and that Tommy’s sister Ada had recently moved to London.

‘So, it’s just Tommy, Arthur, Finn and me’ she told you before showing you to your room.

It was upstairs and contained a single a bed, a small night stand and a chest of draws. It used to be Ada’s room until most recently and Polly had cleaned the sheets for you and bought some new clothes that you could use.

‘These should fit you just fine’ she said before handing you two satin night gowns, three dresses, a coat and several pairs of stockings and underwear.

‘But I cannot pay you for these’ you stammered, unsure why Polly had organised such beautiful and brand-new clothes for you to wear.

‘Don’t worry Love. I didn’t pay for them myself. The tailor down the road is in debt with us and gifted them to me’ Polly explained with a slight chuckle before telling you that Tommy’s room was next to yours while the other rooms were downstairs.

‘He often forgets to close the window so, if you do get cold, go into his room and shut it closed, alright?’ she told you before giving you some privacy. It was obvious to you that she was tired and so were you. You both needed to rest and get some sleep.

The First Night

After you washed yourself and got changed into one of the nightgowns, you climbed into your new bed which was soft and warm. It was much nicer than anything else you were used to and, whilst you couldn’t fall asleep, you felt comfortable and safe. At least for now.

You knew that, as soon as you would shut your eyes, the sense of security you were experiencing would likely going to vanish into thin air. Every night, your nightmares consumed you and there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

The things you were forced to do by your father were haunting you every night and you couldn’t sleep without the liquid solution the doctor had given you.

You hated taking it, wanting to be on guard, but you also needed to sleep on occasion and opium was the only thing that helped.

Eventually, after an hour of restlessness, you swallowed a few drops but, as soon as you did, you heard chattering in the room next to yours. Clearly, Tommy had arrived at home and all you could hear was his deep voice accompanied by that of a woman.

The woman’s voice sounded familiar and, whilst your mind slowly turned cloudy from the drugs, you realised that it was Lizzie who he was with.

Were they in a relationship together, you wondered? Surely, it would have been obvious to you when you were at the Garrison with them both. He kept his distance from her at this establishment so, perhaps, he was paying her for sex just as most men do?

In the end of the day, you knew that it was none of your business and you really had to ignore what was going on between them. But, for some reason, you couldn’t. It made you uncomfortable and you hoped that you would fall asleep before they got down to business as the walls in the house were thin and you could hear everything.

Luckily for you, you did and it wasn’t until 3 o’clock in the morning that you woke up and walked downstairs to get a glass of water.

To your surprise, you weren’t the only one who couldn’t sleep more than a few hours per night.

‘Can’t sleep?’ you asked as you saw Tommy sit at the kitchen table with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

‘I have trouble sleeping. What about you?’ Tommy asked as he offered you a glass of whiskey from his bottle.

‘As do I’ you said before nodding, thanking him for the whiskey and taking a seat across from him. ‘Although, I thought that Lizzie would have solved that problem for you at least for tonight’ you then grinned, causing Tommy to chuckle.

‘Trust me Love, my lack of sleep is a problem that cannot be solved’ Tommy said and, when you glanced over his naked upper body which was still covered in sweat from the apparent night terrors he was experiencing, you couldn’t help but ask him about it.

‘Polly tells me that you were a tunneller in France’ you told him and Tommy nodded reluctantly.

‘Is that what you dream about?’ you then asked.

‘Yes...every fucking night, but I really don’t want to talk about it, eh’ Tommy said before taking another sip from his whiskey.

‘Okay. I am sorry’ you responded before asking Tommy whether he wanted to play cards.

‘You want to play cards at 3 o’clock in the morning?’ Tommy chuckled and, when you nodded, he reached for one of the draws in the kitchen and pulled out a deck of cards.

‘What do you want to play?’ Tommy asked and, with that, you spent the rest of the night playing games, drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes until, eventually, you retreated into your separate bedrooms for another two hours of rest.

The Second Night

Just like the first night, you couldn’t sleep but, this time around Tommy and Arthur were at home and were plagued with the same problem. The war clearly took a toll on them both and the only way they could cope was when their minds were occupied.

Both, Polly and Tommy tried to keep you away from the illegal side of the family business until they were certain that you could be trusted but Arthur couldn’t keep his mouth shut when you were around.

‘Why aren’t you asleep?’ Arthur asked as you walked into the kitchen at midnight while he was discussing business with Tommy.

‘I can’t sleep’ you explained before taking a seat at the table.

‘We are kind of busy here Love’ Arthur said, hoping that you would leave but you had different ideas. You had heard them talking about taking out one of Darby Sabini’s men in London and wanted to offer your help.

‘I am aware. In fact, I have overheard your conversation. I worked in one of Sabini’s establishments. I can help you’ you told them, causing Tommy to sigh. ‘No’ he said firmly and almost immediately, wanting to protect you.

‘Please. I can be of good use to you. You took me in. Let me help you’ you said, wanting to be involved.

‘Y/N, what we do is illegal and dangerous. I cannot…’ Tommy began to say but you interrupted him.

‘I am not blind Tommy. I know that what you do is illegal. Polly took me to the betting shop today. I helped her with the bookkeeping and when I glanced at the safe, it was pretty obvious to me that this kind of money isn’t coming from your one legal gambling licence alone’ you explained and, after a few more discussions between Tommy and Arthur, Tommy agreed to involve you.

In two weeks, you would help him, Arthur and John to expand the family business into London by taking out one of the competitors and, when you found out who the competitor was, you were keen to kill the man yourself.

He was one of the men who did unspeakable things to you and you wanted revenge. In fact, you wanted revenge on all of these men but, at least for now, one at the time would do for you.

The Third Night

On the third night at the house, you sat down with Tommy and Polly to discuss a plan. It was a plan you came up with and Tommy was impressed while Polly was sceptical.

‘It will work, trust me. I know this man, although I wish that I didn’t. I also know what he likes and when he sees me, he will want me and will fall for my trap’ you explained and Polly realised that the man Tommy wanted to take out was one of the men who paid your father to have sex with you when you were rather young. He was one of Sabini’s most trusted advisors and quite obviously a pervert. In addition to that, he caused the death of two Peaky Blinders in the past week which encouraged Tommy to move against him.

Since this matter was personal not only to him but also to you, she was concerned. She knew that Tommy cared about you and didn’t want him to act on an impulse.

‘Perhaps John or Arthur should go with you instead of Tommy’ Polly suggested, causing Tommy to cock an eyebrow. He knew why she was concerned, but didn’t say a thing.

‘No, I am only going to do this with Tommy. I trust Tommy’ you responded.

‘She’s done this before Pol. It will work’ Tommy said.

‘You have poisoned a man before?’ Polly asked you with great surprise.

‘I have poisoned two men before. They forced themselves on me and I spiked their drinks and ran. It was the night I escaped from the hell hole my father kept me in’ you explained, causing Polly to sigh and reach for your hand.

‘Okay, you and Tommy will do it then but you need to be sure that you want to be involved in this. There is no turning back once you kill this man’ Polly said before agreeing to put the matter forward to be voted on at the next family meeting which was the first family meeting you were invited to attend.

The Fourth Night

Following the family meeting in the afternoon, during which you were introduced as a Shelby for the first time to the extended family, you made your way to the doctor who had saved you just two weeks earlier.

You were in need for more of the drops she had given you in order to help you sleep but, unfortunately for you, she refused to give you a second bottle.

‘You cannot continue to take this stuff Y/N. It will kill you and you will need to use more and more every night to gain the same effect. It is too dangerous’ she told you and, with that, you had no idea how you could cope with your nightmares moving forward.

You couldn’t sleep without the drops. They kept your nightmares and the sleepwalking at bay and, whilst you only managed to sleep about four hours a night, the sleep you were getting was deep and comfortable and, without the drops, you knew this wouldn’t be the case.

As such, that night, you laid in your bed with your eyes open. You were wide awake all night and you most certainly were bored as Tommy was staying at Lizzie’s lodging which was something that bothered you.

Clearly, she liked servicing him. Was she in love with him, you wondered? Was he in love with her? All of these thoughts were running through your mind for hours on end until it was time to get up again and start the day.

The Fifth Night

After you haven’t slept at all the night before, you were extremely tired. You needed to sleep and you struggled to keep your eyes open by about 9 o’clock that night.

You knew that you would likely be woken by night terrors again now that you had none of your medication left to take, but you gave in anyway. You had no choice. You had to close your eyes.

Unfortunately for you, however, your rest was short lived and it was at around midnight that Tommy could hear a scream coming from your room.

Without thinking about it, he reached for the gun on his bedside table and barged into your bedroom.

He immediately pointed the gun into your direction before flicking on the light switch, which is when he realised what was happening.

You were on your own. You weren’t being attacked. You were having a nightmare and you were sleep walking. He had seen it before with some of the men in France. They were sleep walking and even attacking each other in their sleep as their night terrors plagued them inside the narrow tunnels.

Tommy immediately placed his gun onto the chest of draws in your room and approached you, taking a firm hold of both of your arms as you continued to scream.

‘Y/N’ he shouted twice, trying to wake you up but all it did was cause you to lash at out at him, hitting him across the face.

‘Y/N, wake up!’ he shouted again as he tried to restrain you with his hands, using a little more force this time so that you couldn’t hit him again.

Eventually, after about two minutes of struggle and hysteria, Tommy managed to wrap his arms around you firmly.

‘It’s alright Y/N…’ he said as he prevented you from moving and stepping into the shattered glass on the floor from the vase that you must have knocked over earlier.

‘Shh…it’s alright’ he reassured you again, managing to break through to you bit by bit until, suddenly, you gasped, breathing for air and beginning to hyperventilate.

He knew that you were waking up and he held you tight against his bare chest.

‘Y/N, it’s me…Tommy…you are safe, eh’ he said as he felt your heart pound against his chest.

You were afraid and scared and tears began to run down your face as you leaned against him.

‘I am…I…’ you began to stammer but Tommy comforted you some more. There was no need for you to speak and there was no need for you to apologise to him.

‘It was just dream Y/N. You are safe, alright?’ Tommy reassured you and you nodded and sobbed against his chest as one of his hands began to stroke through your hair gently.

He held you like this for a while, five minutes at least, as he continued to comfort you and allowed you to calm down.

‘Lie down and I will get you some water, eh?’ he eventually said as he slowly let go of you once your heartbeat had returned to normal but, just as he moved away from you, you reached for his arm.

‘Don’t go Tommy, please’ you said, wanting him to stay with you regardless of how inappropriate it was.

Tommy didn’t know how to respond to your request and, instead, took you into his arms once again and comforted you some more.

‘You need to get some rest and I am right next door, alright Love?’ Tommy then told you after another two minutes had passed but you shook your head. You didn’t want him to leave. You needed him to stay.

‘Please, just stay with me. Just for tonight. Please’ you sobbed, still struggling with the nightmare you had experienced just moments earlier. It was the worst one yet and you remembered every second of it.

‘You want me to stay with you? In your bed?’ Tommy asked a little confused and surprised. He wasn’t sure whether you were asking him to sleep in the same bed as you since there was nowhere else to lay or sit in your room.

‘Yes…please…I beg you Tommy’ you stammered with a little embarrassment and, after giving it some thought, Tommy nodded reluctantly.

He then removed his hands from your arms and you climbed back into your bed.

You were unable to talk and struggled with your intrusive thoughts. What these men in your dream had done to you was pure terror and it was absurd to you that now you were asking a man who you barely knew to sleep in the same bed with you.

But, for some reason, you trusted Tommy in a way you never trusted anyone else before. You felt incredibly safe when you were with him and that was what you needed right there in this moment.

Without words, you watched Tommy open the window to let the lights from the street into your room along with the cold autumn breeze.

Then, he walked to his room, put on his night shirt and turned off the light as he returned to your room before approaching the bed.

‘You will have to move over a bit Love. This bed isn’t exactly big’ he chuckled and you couldn’t help but giggle momentarily as he lay down next to you.

‘Thank you’ you said while looking at Tommy. You could see his deep blue eyes reflecting against the light shining through the window.

‘You should get some rest’ Tommy said, looking at you and running his hand through your still wet and sweaty long hair.

‘It’s nice with the window open. I like listening to the rain’ you said as you turned to your side and tentatively rested your head against Tommy’s chest, hoping that he wouldn’t mind.

The sound of his heartbeat and his breathing calmed you down even more and you loved the scent of his skin and aftershave.

‘Me too. The rain is calming, isn’t it?’ Tommy said before wrapping one of his arms around you, indicating to you that he didn’t mind you being so close to him.

‘It is very calming’ you whispered and, with that, you closed your eyes again.

***

The following morning, you were the first to wake and tried hard not to move until Tommy began to stir.

He featured a large bruise on his cheek which you didn’t notice the night before and you were worried that you had hurt him while you were sleepwalking.

‘Did I do that?’ you eventually asked after he woke up.

‘You did Love. Your left hand is quite strong. I was impressed’ he chuckled.

‘I am so sorry about that Tommy and about making you stay with me. It’s just…’ you began to say but Tommy interrupted you. In his mind, there was no need for you to feel sorry.

‘It’s alright Love. In fact, I slept well in your bed’ Tommy then said with almost no intention to get up, enjoying how close you were to each other and feeling the warmth of your body radiate towards his.

‘You did?’ you chuckled, looking at him somewhat confused. How could he have slept well in a cramped bed like this?

‘Yes’ Tommy said before looking up at the ceiling. ‘For some reason, I couldn’t hear the shovels against your wall last night’ Tommy explained.

‘The shovels?’ you asked, wondering what he was talking about until you remembered the time at which he told you about his night terrors and his dreams about France.  ‘You mean, like the shovels in the tunnels when you went to France?’ you clarified.

‘Yes, just like the shovels in France. I can hear them against the walls in my room every fucking night but, in your room, I cannot hear them at all’ Tommy pointed out.

‘Well, I suppose that’s good thing, right?’ you asked and Tommy nodded before looking at you. His deep blue eyes gazed into yours and, for the first time in your life, you felt the desire to kiss a man, namely the man right there in bed with you.

Was he feeling the same, you wondered? What exactly was it that you were feeling? You weren’t so sure and, before you had the chance to ponder on about it, you both heard Arthur call out for Tommy from downstairs.

The Sixth Night

The following night, which was also your sixth night at the house, it wasn’t you who was plagued by nightmares. This time, it was Tommy.  

But this didn’t mean that you could sleep either. Once again, you were wide awake until the early hours of the morning and wandered through the house until you saw Tommy, sitting in front of the fireplace in the downstairs living room with a letter in his hand.

It was almost like he was contemplating whether or not to open it and his body was covered in sweat once again. He had another nightmare and looked exhausted and tired.

‘The shovels again?’ you asked as you sat down next to him, wearing nothing but your nightgown and handed him a glass of whiskey which he quickly put onto the floor in front of him.

‘Yes, the fucking shovels’ he said as he turned the letter around in his hands.

‘Who is she?’ you asked with some curiosity as you looked down into his hands. The letter he was holding onto had been written by a woman named Grace and she most certainly had been important to him at some point in time.

‘She is a woman who betrayed me and my family’ Tommy said with a deep sigh.

‘And yet you retained contact with her?’ you asked and, as soon as you raised this question, Tommy threw the unopened letter into the fire.

‘Yes, I did. But now it’s time to move on, eh’ Tommy said as you both watched the letter burn and, whilst you didn’t know the extend of Tommy’s feelings for this woman, you could tell that he was hurt.

‘Did you love her?’ you wondered and, when Tommy told you that he thought he did, you told him that you felt sorry for him and assured him that he will find love again.

‘Have you ever been in love?’ Tommy asked and you shook your head.

‘Well, then you are lucky’ he then said and with that you sat there, in front of the fire, for at least an hour and talked about pretty much everything.

Tommy opened up to you about his life, about France and about Grace and you enjoyed listening to him. It was the first time he spoke so freely and uncensored with you and it was obvious to you that he trusted you.

At around 2 o’clock in the morning however, you both became tired and you knew that you had to get some rest soon. You agreed that it was time to sleep, at least if you could and you wondered whether he would stay with you once more.

‘Would you like to sleep with me?’ you asked nervously as you stood up and Tommy looked at you as if he had seen a ghost.

‘Do I want to sleep with you?’ Tommy asked, clarifying the question.

‘Yes, in the same bed, just like last night’ you said, causing Tommy laugh.

‘I am sorry, I had misunderstood the question’ he said, causing you too giggle. Of course, you should have been clearer when you asked him if he wanted to sleep with you. Perhaps he was disappointed that you weren’t talking about sex.

‘Why do you want me to stay with you again? You seem alright tonight’ Tommy pointed out.

‘Well, you said that you didn’t hear the shovels in my room and you look like you could do with some more good sleep and I most certainly could do with some company. For some reason, I feel much safer with you than if I was on my own’ you admitted, causing Tommy to smile and nod.

‘I suppose why not, eh? Provided that you share your doona with me this time, because you didn’t let me have any of it last night’ he then laughed and, with that, you ended up the same way as you did the night before, in your bed together.

The wind was cold, drawing through the window while you kept each other warm in your small single bed.

‘If we do this more frequently, you need a bigger bed Love’ Tommy joked and whilst there was some awkwardness to this all, it felt just right to you both.

There were no night terrors for you and no shovels for Tommy. All you could hear was each other’s shallow breathing and the rain outside.

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[evita-shelby]

Five times we see Eva and Tommy during the pandemic

For @cillmequick/ @alex-in-the-wildeness 's celebration.

I hope i got the theme right

Btw: Tommy and Eva are in their 30s, Tommy is already an Mp, Mosley is his right wing nemesis and the names of their constituencies are the current names they have now.

Also #2 is smut(oral fem receiving) and the last one includes some description of Eva in labor

Not friendly towards right wing people or fans of the royal family

Gif by @valyriansorrows

1

“Who keeps texting you this late?” He asks after the sound of stifled laughter and Eva’s texting woke him up again.

“Izzy, he’s stuck in quarantine with his really weird hook-up. Apparently, Flavio the gigolo had covid and didn’t tell him.” She answered. “Its noon over there, I’ll just send him one last text and I’ll let you sleep, babe.”

And just as Eva put her phone back on the nightstand, Tommy’s phone buzzed with a text message.

“Finn again?” Eva asked as he scowled at his iPhone.

“No, Arthur. Linda made him take one of those at home covid tests and he can’t tell if it’s positive or negative.” Tommy shows her the picture with a positive covid test.

“Fuck. Do you want to do your test right now or tomorrow morning?” Eva groans as she gets up to find their stash of at home tests in the medicine cabinet.

2

“If I have to wear a mask while giving birth, he can wear one during work.” Esme vents to her as Eva tries her best to keep herself quiet.

Working from home was amazing. Usually, she and Tommy were done way earlier or he clocked out early to bother her while she was going over things with Esme who’s going on maternity leave for the next three months.

Too bad this meeting couldn’t be rescheduled.

Too bad that Tommy is bored and horny enough to get under her desk and eat her out like a man starved.

Her husband and business partner was insatiable, but there are moments when she did want to complain about it.

Like now that she’s biting her lip while one hand keeps Tommy’s head between her legs and the other hovers over the mute icon on her Zoom call.

If only he wasn’t so good with his tongue. So good she’s forgotten half the shit Esme’s told her, so good she can’t think of anything else.

“Can I call you back?” Eva interrupts her sister-in-law just as her grip on the fountain pen tightens and he gets her to the good part.

“Really, Tommy, I thought you said sex during work hours was against company policy.” Esme teased her as Eva frantically searched for the end meeting button.

3

Fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes while people gawk at the representative of Birmingham Hall Green and his newly wedded wife after getting the second dose of the vaccine.

This had boosted vaccine rates and gave them an excuse to stoke the fires of Tommy’s little rivalry with the Tory MP from Warley.

Oswald Mosley wasn’t even from there; he was only representing Warley because he couldn’t even get Harrow West with his wife’s connections. But that hadn’t stopped the conservatives from voting him in, nor did it stop him from declaring Tommy his nemesis.

Wasn’t Tommy’s fault he was just better at everything, or that the media dubbed her husband sexiest mp since he was elected two years ago.

“I bet Mosley is bitching about getting the vaccine.” She says quietly as they wait for the giant cartoon clock projected on a gymnasium wall to ring.

“Oh, he is. Says it’s against his will and that he wants his people to pray for him as he is forced to go against his beliefs.” Tommy rolled his eyes and showed her the tweet he was reading on his phone.

“Do you still want me to tag you on the selfie I just posted?” She asked him.

4

“How much longer?” Tommy asked as they watched BBC One go over the mass resignations happening because Boris Johnson refused to step down.

Thomas Shelby MP OBE had made the popcorn and taken out a few beers to watch the shitshow unfold on national television.

“Maybe six hours, cards said July 7th. Is that Mosley’s name on the list?” Eva asked as they read the names listed as the Tory politician’s resignations came flying in.

“Yep, keeps asking me to do the same. Had to block him just to make him shut up.” He is giddy, like Katie and Finn are whenever they get Tommy to go against John on Mario Kart.

Eva wonders if she should tell him she’s seen the Queen’s death on the cards.

5

“That’s fucking impossible, I have an IUD.” Eva reminds Polly who swears Eva is pregnant.

“Congratulations, kid, you’re the one percent who has their implant fail. Baby boy, September 11, 2022.” Polly Gray-Gold said with a smile.

“Oh great, my baby is going to share his birthday with the Queen’s death date.” Eva pouted.

The Shelbys were antimonarchists, Tommy’s grandparents were Irish Travellers who settled in Birmingham, his father married an Irish Traveller with a Romani mother and both instilled good values and a normal amount of hatred for the monarchy.

Tommy couldn’t wait to open the aged whiskey his grandparents wanted them to open when Elizabeth II finally kicked the bucket.

“Gives us a good excuse to celebrate it then.” Polly reminded her.

“There’s no way I’m letting our son share a name with the king.” He says as he drives her to the hospital.

“Gabriel Henry it is.” Eva breathed through the contractions. “Can you drive faster?”

“I’m doing all I can, love, we’re almost there.” He tries to use his free hand to hold hers and she smacks it away.

“Fuucckk.” She groans as she feels her water break. Its not like the movies, feels like she just pissed herself on the spanking new red Cayenne. “I think he’s coming.”

On September 8, at 3:10 pm, Gabriel Henry is born just as the Queen of England breathes her last.

“We’re almost there, Evie, see the light’s even green.” He is grinning, she is in agony and he’s grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi!! Feel free to add or change anything!! Can I please request a (John lives au🥺) Tommy Shelby x Mutant!fem!reader (X-Men/Peaky Blinders crossover) where she is a mutant that is a part of the X-Men and She can control the Earth’s 4 elements (fire, ice, wind and earth) and has telekinesis. The X-Men have to travel back in time to various points (in order to stop something bad in the future), each mutant going to a different time (like if Days of Future Past mixed with Endgame), and Y/n goes back to the time to the Peaky Blinder’s time and runs into the Shelbys while she’s trying to stop something happening that will badly effect the future? I can so imagine Thomas, John, Arthur, and Finn trying to bring her in for questioning after finding her snooping, but she kicks their butts because she has world saving to do lol😂😂 After a while spent with the Shelbys/Blinders, she ends up not wanting to go back to her time because She and Tommy fell in love?

I would imagine they would be pretty shocked to find out about mutants and time travel 🧭

Thank you so much for this request! I was unsure about how I would wrangle the two stories together as they are my two favorite fandoms. This was true labour of love. I hope it's what you were looking for. I honestly had to write it in chunks. I could have put together a full novel about the ideas I had.

Hope you enjoy bestie! XO

Summary: Reader is a mutant who has to follow her family back into Erik's past to save the world. She accidently falls back into Birmingham 1920's surrounded by the Peaky Blinders, which happens to be her favorite TV show....

It sounds tacky when I put it like that but I promise it works.

Rated - Teen: Heart break. So much pain, but also so so so much fluff. Mentions of death, grief, major character death of sorts, mentions of violence, mentions of Nazi Germany.

If you don't follow the X-Men it pretty much just reads as a time travel romance fic

Things had gone from bad to very very bad in a short span of time.

Six months ago Magneto went rogue again. Leaving the X-Men to make a more aggressive stance against the new mutant legislations that were coming into action.

That’s the exact moment we went from bad to worse.

The government was ready for the attack and used it as an opportunity to strike against him hard with their new weaponry. They now had these freaky gigantic robots trying to hunt us down. They hadn’t yet found out the location of the school but you and everyone else knew that the days were becoming limited.

Like most of Charles and Erik's fights, everything ended with Erik outside the front door looking defeated. Charles sobered up and they were back to being a power couple ready to save the world.

The two of them had sat down tracing back through time to the exact points in history that lead us all here. You sat in Charles' study looking between him, Erik, and the overwhelming bulletin board. It was covered in pictures, letters, maps, and a lot of rainbow yarn you feared had come from your personal collection.

“That better not be my roll of rainbow yarn.” You said sternly, taking a seat in one of the chairs.

“World is ending bub, keep it focused.” Logan said, looking as unimpressed as you felt.

“Alright. We don't have much time so I appreciate everyone's undivided attention.” Charles said in his most calming teacher voice.

“Here is a list of what's expected of you.” Erik said sternly and you thanked him as he handed you your individual paper. You quickly looked it over and internally started to freak out. It was all about Europe in the late 1930’s…

The meeting went into full swing and it did nothing to make you feel better. They expected the people in this room, your family. To divide and be sent back in time to fix certain events leading to the current weaponry that was about to destroy mutant kind, and potentially the whole world.

You were shaking by the end of it. Everyone cleared out, there was three hours till go time. Erik called you to stay and you watched him motion Charles out of the room.

You looked at him and resisted the urge to throw a temper tantrum. Erik and Charles had become something like parents to you over the many years you’d been here. Erik was someone you were especially close with, and he fucking left. He fucked this all up. Deep down you knew it was for the better that he had forced the government's hand, it gave you time to prepare this seven layer dip of a plan to stop them.

But still he left you here. He might not be your actual father but your heart didn’t know the difference.

He looked at you with eyes that tore into your soul.

“I know I fucked up but please understand, if I thought there was any possible thing I could have done but leave. I would have. I won’t have you, Peter, and Wanda in a camp. I just wont.” His voice was dripping with poorly concealed emotion making his accent thicker. Suddenly you burst, you wished this confrontation didn't happen right before you needed to have your shit together. You went over to him and wrapped your arms around him tightly. You didn't need to say anything because he knew he was forgiven.

“You're going back to Germany, when I was little.” These words hurt him even more and you held him tighter. “It’s not a very happy place. But look at me.” You did as you were told, looking up into his blue eyes. “You come home safe to me.” He said it in German and you couldn't help the tears that started to fall.

“I put everything down on that list. You keep it close.”

“I will.” You responded back in German. Now you knew why you were picked for this. Trying to meddle with Nazi Germany was a task better suited for someone like Logan, who had actually fought there. Not that he would remember it though..

“You're a smart kid, I have no doubts in my mind that you're capable of this” Charles said entering the room, having read your mind. With the current climate you didn't chew him out for it. Erik held you tighter for a moment, then let you go after placing a kiss to your forehead.

They were asking you to be tough and strong yet they were tearing you up with all this affection. Erik cleared his throat and grabbed a thick leather notebook.

“Take this too. Forgive some of the more personal stuff. It was from my life after the war but it has some stuff about what happened during. Thought it better to send you with too much than not enough.” You accepted the book and nodded at him sadly.

“I have to go and apologize to the others now. But I’ll see you again before you go. Let me know if you think of any questions.” He strode out of the room and you silently said a prayer that your family would all make it back safe.

Charles gave you an empathetic stare before giving you a big hug.

“I love you. We love you.” He said softly.

“I love you both too.” You thought to him in your mind.

Then it was time for the action. You had similar, rather tense emotional moments with your adoptive siblings and other members of the team.

Even Wade came over and gave you a big hug.

“You give ol Adolf an extra one between the eyes for me kid.” Somehow his mask winked at you and you gave him a nod and a sad smile.

They had you in a cotton layered outfit that was surprisingly accurate to the time period which was good. The last thing that 1930’s Europe was ready for was you in one of your brothers stolen Led Zeppelin T-shirts and a pair of mom jeans.

You held your leather purse close to your side and mentally ran through everything inside. You weren't allowed to take much outside of the notebook and list from Erik. You realized that in a few short moments you would be in a whole other world, with no money and every single person you knew wouldn't be reachable.

You would be completely alone.

They got you sorted into the machine and you watched as Erik and Charles both watched your body disappear with a pain that only parents could feel when their children were about to go far away for the first time.

Everything went dark. Suddenly you felt like you had a horrible case of the bed spins. You tried to relax but you had to force every breath of air into your lungs.

Then suddenly you were in an old alleyway. Two large brick buildings were on either side of you with people's laundry above your head. Why they had laundry out in this damp weather was beyond you.

Gunshots rang out in front of you and collided with a man standing further down the alleyway.

Oh Fuck

You watched his body crumple, but what could you do? You could see he was dead and you resisted the urge to rush over and help. That would only draw attention to yourself when what you needed to do was keep a low profile.

Two very tired, but well dressed men emerged from the fog and looked at you standing there.

Normally you wouldn't feel afraid but your body felt different, like your powers were still slightly out of reach.

“You didn't see nothin!” One of them exclaimed in a very British accent, while pointing a gun at you. You nodded in agreement, turning on your heel making your way down the alleyway.

“You can't just let her go. Tommy will want to make sure she keeps ‘er fuck’in mouth shut.” The second man said a little bit too loudly. You picked up your pace.

“Tommy isn't going to care about some woman Arthur.”

“What if she’s with ‘em though, she might know something.” The second man only let out a long string of cuss words.

“Eh! Miss. Don’t move.” You stopped because you knew that he had a gun to your back. You turned around slowly.

“By orders of the Peaky Blinders.” The taller one called out. The words cut through you like glass.

Peaky Blinders?! Like the show?! Oh no. no. no. no. This was very bad.

“Shut up Arthur”

They both came towards you leaving the dead man’s body long forgotten. You didn't resist them, mostly because you were in shock. They put you into the back seat of a car and you just looked around you. Birmingham. Blinders.

Damn, props to the casting manager, and to the costume people. Not to mention the prop people. This was like falling into the TV.

You were brought into the betting shop. It was really different from the show, but it still felt the same somehow.

Peaky Fucking Blinders

Speaking of fucking. The rather distressed man in front of you must have been Thomas Shelby.

Your face flushed and you tried to remind yourself that this was real life. Your family was out there doing their part, and somehow you’d fallen into the wrong time…

These people weren’t the ones you watched on TV with your dad, or stayed up reading fanfiction about. These were the real deal.

His eyes settled on you.

“What the fuck is this then?!” He shouted.

“She was in the alleyway with the Russian.”

“WHAT DO YOU KNOW?” He screamed at you and you jumped.

“I was just in the wrong place. I swear.” He looked at you with a piercing look, suddenly you really did hope that Cillian Murphy won hundreds of awards for his performance.

“You are lying. And I don't have time for lying.”

“We’ve got to get to the Train.” One of the men said, drawing his gaze away from you.

“Go, I’ll take her with me.”

You were pushed into another car, this time with Thomas driving.

“Look I know you know something I can feel it. Just tell me and I won't kill you.”

“I swear if I knew something I would tell you” You answered calmly.

“FUCK” He was driving recklessly and only started to push the car faster.

He got out and dragged you into a field where men had a tent and some kind of mining operation happening.

“Tommy there’s no way we are going to get through this quickly.”

“I need everything out by sunrise. They have Charlie.” The two men looked at each other and you assumed that Charlie must be very important to them.

“Don't let her out of your sight.” He motioned towards you before starting to strip down.

“What do you need to get out? I might be able to help.” You mentally kicked yourself, this was so Charles of you. Now was not the time nor the era to be using your mutant powers to help gangsters.

“How on earth are you going to help?” Suddenly you realized that you were by far the most powerful person in the setting. And probably the whole city. The shock was finally gone and you could feel the elements around you humming like you usually could.

“I can get you whatever you're digging for in less than five minutes, in exchange for information.”

The man he was talking to let out a laugh. But Tommy only stared at you with those perceptive eyes.

“Jewels, they are ten yards in that direction in an underground cellar.” As he spoke you could feel them vibrating exactly where he said they would be.

“Why am I doing this?” You asked him seriously. You didn't have time to play heist with them no matter how many hours you spent reading about it.

“Because they have my son” He looked desperate and it twisted up your heart.

“Take everyone out of the tunnel and have them turn away from me.” You instructed him and he gave the order. The men were looking at the two of you like he’d finally snapped. But they did as they were told.

You pushed your mind through the earth till you could feel the jewels. You moved the earth aside, extending the tunnel in one swift movement, then pulled the jewels through. Your feet met the ground again and you realised he didn't turn around. He stood there eyes wide with a stone-like expression.

The guy just watched you levitate and saw your eyes glow brown and bright white. But still he just looked at you like he always knew you’d been a part of this world.

You used your powers to place all the loot into the bag in his hand.

“Thank you.” You could see in his eyes that he meant it.

“What year is it?”

“1928”

“Fuck!” You were going to be stuck here for at least ten plus years. Panic washed over you.

“Help me get my son?”

“Sure” you answered realising you had all the time in the fucking world to chase Tommy around.

In the span of a few short hours you’d rescheduled someone’s abortion, helped the father of that baby kill his molester, rescued what might be the cutest baby ever if not for the horrible hair cut, and stopped some kind of train from exploding.

For some reason this made some Russians very mad. So you’d handled that too.

Now you were sitting in Thomas Shelby’s kitchen with a glass of whiskey in your hand as he held his sleeping child in his arms.

“What are you?”

“Pretty sure I just did all the heavy lifting so I could ask the big questions” You didn't mean to be that sassy with him, the man looked like absolute shit, but the smallest smile crept onto his face. That stupid smile pushed that soft spot in your heart a little. You let out a long sigh.

“I am a mutant from the future. I can control the elements earth, water, fire, air, and I can move objects with my mind.” You added more whiskey to the glasses with your mind, watching him struggle to contain his expression. “I have to stop something horrible from happening in Nazi Germany.”

“Nazi’s?” He rolled the word around in his mouth. “I don't know much about mutants.”

“I didn't think you would.” You said with a small smile.

“And you know me well then?” He asked with a raised brow.

“In some ways I feel like I do, but deep down I know that I really don’t” He studied you for a moment and you saw the many questions burning in his eyes.

“How about this. You help me with the Nazi’s when the time comes, and I’ll help you as much as I can until then” He thought about it, eyes making your skin burn.

“But I’m not in control of when they pull me back so I could just disappear at any moment.”

“Deal.” He took a sip of whiskey.

“You must be tired, but I’m also happy to answer questions if you have any.” Really you just didn't want this to end. Any second Hank could realise his mistake, you hated yourself for it, but you wanted this to last for a bit.

You expected him to be tired, and worn out after everything. Instead he asked you questions about your abilities, the future. All the stuff you’d expect. He said his mother had told him about people like you when he was small, that’s why he didn't doubt you.

You told him that he was remembered in the future very well. A blush crept onto your face, embarrassed and slightly guilty about all the thoughts you’d had about him. Well fictional him anyway.

This only pushed him to want to know about it. So you told him that there was a television show about his family that you were very fond of. You gave a brief description of film and television.

“And you like me in that show?” He asked.

“Ah, yeah. You could say that.” But the burn on your cheeks gave you away.

“Hmm and the man that acts out my character, he’s alright?”

“Oh yeah. He does a good job.” You could feel the amusement rolling off of him.

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Weeks passed and Tommy adjusted to having you live with him. These were hard weeks for you as you were worried sick about being stuck here while your family was across time and space potentially being murdered or imprisoned.

It was the kind of stress that led to a lot of nightmares. Nightmares that had the potential to shake the whole house…

After the first two times of him tearing into your room waking you up and holding your shaking body tightly, he recommended you just sleep next to him.

One tremor he could blame on an earthquake, two tremors - well stranger things had happened, but the superstitious maids were starting to get uneasy. Three tremors and he was sure they would assume the place was haunted by his late wife.

You took him up on his offer feeling very embarrassed every single piece of “there was only one bed” fanfiction you’d read flashed before your eyes as you laid there next to him.

Strangely enough you both slept better like that. Till one morning you woke up tangled in his sleeping body. That was an incident that led to a lot of kissing. Then courting. Then a full blown affair.

He often asked you about the various stories you’d read and written about him. Laughing at how sappy you made him, teasing you about it relentlessly.

_________________

Family was an interesting aspect of your time here. You missed yours so badly that you tried to insert yourself into his every moment you could.

You laughed and learned a lot from the women you became so close with.

When you looked back on it you’d like to think that you helped them all get along better just as much as they helped you grow up. Little Fin and Charlie looked up to you as some sort of God. Too wise to be an older sibling, and not strict enough to be a mother. It broke your heart knowing that eventually you’d leave them potentially without even getting the chance to say goodbye.

This prompted you to write out a notebook much like your fathers. Something to leave them with. Nothing about the future, but just love for them. Stuff they could read when they were in need of comfort. From what you knew of the up and coming war they would need it. You had birthday cards written out for the children till each of them turned 60.

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A year had passed and while you missed your family dearly. You had lots of daily tasks to keep up on providing for your family here. Between the family and Tommy you rarely stood still long enough to be sad.

Tommy proposed to you in the woods behind the house. You knew a public wedding and engagement wasn't possible with your potential to leave at any moment.

After trying to convince him otherwise you agreed.

A secret wedding was held in the fall with only your closest family.

_______________________

Ten years passed and you helped Tommy try to take out the British Nazi Party while also getting ready to travel to Germany.

The clock was ticking on your life here and the time had come to put the future world above what your heart wanted.

Tommy could feel it coming and took every possible moment he could spare to be around you. Both of you desperately clinging to what pieces of happiness you could hold onto before it was all ripped away.

You warned him about the stalk market crashes and about every part of the up and coming war and future that might impact the family.

_______________________

Then it was go time. The family sent you off with heavy hearts, only Polly and Tommy understood the task that lay heavily on your shoulders.

Tommy insisted on accompanying you as far as possible. You already knew that he fully intended on staying with you the whole time. You could always tell when he was lying.

You left him sleeping in a hotel just before you’d reached Germany. The morning light sprawled across his tattooed skin. You looked at the arms that carried you from being a child into becoming a woman. The hands that helped shape you and showed you how to overcome your worst fears. You’d stolen 12 years of this man's life, 12 years he should have been settling down with a wife and a mother for his child.

12 years of laughing all night, dancing in the kitchen, yelling with his family, night walks in the woods, more sex than you thought humanly possible, murder, money, gabling, horse races, drinking, and cocaine. All of it was about to be ripped away.

You shut the door leaving him a letter saying goodbye. Explaining everything, and how you were leaving him there to protect him. You told him where to find the many journals you’d written and the letters for his family.

Then you were off to find Shaw.

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It was a horrible task, you watched Erik’s mother, someone he said watched over you with the tender gaze only a grandmother could manage, die. Your heart broke there and you hoped that Erik was right, that she did watch over you and your siblings, that she understood why you let her body crumple to the ground.

You couldn't kill Shaw, or Hitler. Something that would weigh on your consciousness for the rest of your life. All the power to stop some of the most horrible things in history, and you had to walk away.

That didn't mean you couldn't raise hell though. You did what you were instructed to, passed the appropriate information on to the right people.

Freed as many Jews as you possibly could on the side…..

But no one needed to know about that.

You eventually rescued Erik, and saw the full extent of how Shaw had mutilated him. You comforted him and gave him the instructions he would need.

Despite him being a boy, and receiving an impossible amount of information about his future he still grabbed your arm before you left him there.

“Are you my daughter?” He looked so hopeful. The promise of a child meant the promise of a home, and true love.

You didn't have the heart to tell him that his wife and first daughter would be murdered in front of him. Or that I would fall into his lap as an orphan desperately in need of a father, that his two biological children would be kept from him till they were in their early twenties. The amount of collateral damage and problem fixing he had ahead of him. Not to mention his on and off again relationship that had caused the world to end more times that any other threat to the planet. A part of you wanted to. but Future Erik made you swear you wouldn't.

“You are a good father. Just keep your head up.” You kissed his forehead like he had done countless times to you. And left the freshly mangled boy in a hotel bed in a foreign country just like you’d left your husband a few short weeks ago.

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The task was filled but you didn't instantly fly back to the present day. So you got on a train back to Birmingham to spend whatever last sliver of time you had left next to your husband. After all the horrible things you had seen, the only thing you wanted, the only thing that could put you back together, was your husband's arms. You desperately wanted to fall apart, but you kept it together out of hope.

You wanted one last kiss.

You stepped off the train platform in Birmingham. One body amongst the busy sea of people, you looked at the train platform and it was the last thing you saw of your life there.

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Horrible bed spins, and suddenly you were back in the basement of the mansion. Everyone was present, looking just the same as it had been 12 fucking years ago.

You immediately fell to your knees. Your body twisted in at the harsh realization that it was finally all over. A sob ripped through your chest as you crumpled to the floor. Erik’s hands reached you first as your family frantically tried to figure out if you’d been injured.

You wanted to tell them that it was only your heart being broken. That your mind was slowly fracturing into a million unrepairable pieces. A valuable part of you was left in Birmingham and your body didn't know how to breathe or pump blood without it.

You prayed for death. You realised that the words tumbled out of your mouth between sobs. Begging them to let it kill you. That you didn't want to live in a world without him.

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Time passed and it didn't kill you. Eventually you came to terms with the fact that if you died, they would only kick your ass right back into existence. The Shelby family fought as hard as your family did to live in a world of opportunity like this and to give it up would be a disgrace on their names.

So you lived on. Charles, Erik, Peter, Wanda, and the whole team did everything they could to comfort you through the loss. Everyone else was sent back for about two days, so they stayed relatively the same.

You watched as your parents mourned the loss of their bubbly ambitious 20 year old, as she was now filled with a 32 year old depressed widow.

Suddenly you understood the pain that constantly ran through Erik’s veins. Logan’s constant night terrors searching for a red headed woman hit too close to home. Watching Wade’s fists clench every time someone with long black hair walked by. It all made too much sense. The new awareness of grief had exposed you to how the people around you truly lived their lives.

Charles had bought Arrow House for you, hoping it would ease the pain. Something physical from that time to hold on to. The place was going to be demolished, and you were very grateful he had thought to look for it before it was lost like everything else.

Eventually you had to visit his grave.

Erik stood by the gates of the cemetery while you walked along trying to find him. It was a crisp autumn day much like the day you married him. And there he was, black marble with gold lettering.

What was left of the man that used to hold you every night lay six feet below you.

His tombstone was brief, and classy much like himself. But in small letters at the bottom you saw the song lyrics of your favorite song engraved. Song lyrics you left in the journal you’d stashed for him.

He found it.

And buried next to him was his wife. You thought you would feel jealous, but relief washed through you. He was looked after, Charlie had a mum. His life ran its course with someone next to him in his bed every night.

He moved on so you could too.

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Hi! Y'all! Ok, so tumblr still isn't letting me completely update my masterlist and I got a few things I need to add so I'm gonna post them on this reblog and get them on the list when tumblr starts working again! Ok here we go:

Reopening Old Books (About Finn Shelby & The Shelby Mother) -The last part in my Pictures on the Wall Series about Finn Shelby, his relationship with his mother, and the four pictures on the walls of Watery Lane. I think this is the first series I've ever finished and I'm happy with how it turned out!! Also make sure to read the warnings for this series too! (WC- 4.6k)

Field Deer. Forest Horse (Platonic Tommy Shelby)- Arriving home from work Tommy is surprised to see Finn's best friend waiting on his front step with a bundle in her arms asking for his help. This can't be t.... why is it moving? In which we also see how much of a little horse girl Thomas Shelby really is.... (WC- 2.7k)

I Know Him (Romantic Finn Shelby & Platonic Alfie Solomons)- Alfie Solomons is in for a surprise one morning when his soon to be step daughter greets him with a hug. Which wasn't unusual in itself, but he never expected it to happen at Tommy Shelby's house... or while she was wearing Finn Shelby's clothes.... (WC-4.0k)

Bubbles at The Fair (Platonic Shelby Family &Tommy's Daughter Reader)- Then new part of the My Girl Series: What should have been a peaceful family fair trip still has that hint of Shelby Chaos..... John learns what happens giving Katie to the wrong man, Arthur tries to explain how Infants get fed, and Tommy leaves with a mouth tasting like soap. But hey, Y/N and Finn won't stop talking about the fun they've had..... (WC- 5.6k)

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Peaky Blinders- First Date

Arthur

After the war you became a nurse at the local hospital where you saw the Shelby brothers often. One day Arthur came in with a black eye and split lip, asking you to help clean him up. That's when Arthur asks you out on your first date together. Your first date was actually very romantic.

Arthur started off the evening by knocking on your door, dressed in a suit with a bouquet of flowers in his hand

"Well don't you scrub up well Mr Shelby?" you smile

"Ugh thank you" he nervously scratches the back of his neck "these are for you" he hands you the flowers

"Thank you. Come in for a minute while I find a vase" you open the door up for him more. Arthur follows you in and closed the door behind you both. You walk into the kitchen and bend down to get a vase out of the cupboard, then arrange them in the clear vase. You turn back around to see Arthur staring at you. You took your hair behind your ear "are you ready to go?" ask

"Yeah, come on" Arthur holds out his arm for you to hold. You walk out of your house, locking up behind you and making your way to his car.

Arthur takes you out for an amazing meal then takes you to the pictures, ending the night with a kiss on his cheek.

Tommy

Your first date with Tommy was going riding together. You ride over to a field full of flowers where

"Tommy this is beautiful, how'd you find out about this place?"

"My mother you'd to bring us here, it's my quiet place" you notice that there's a shift in Tommy's behaviour. You're happy that you get to see this side of him, the side not many people see, not even his own family. During the date Tommy asks about you and your life, while also flirting a lot with you.

John

Although you had arranged marriage, John still sets up a date of sorts. The night of your marriage you felt uncomfortable sleeping with your now husband, but he's so sweet about it and you just sleep in separate rooms. The following day John attempts to cook breakfast for you so you can sit and get to know each other, but he burns it all

"Oh John look at the smoke coming off that bacon" you giggle

"Damn it" John throws the utensils onto the counter top

"Here. Let me help" you take over putting fresh rashes of bacon on the hot pan. The rest of the morning is spent you showing John how to cook breakfast.

Finn

You and Finn would often hang out together, but your first proper date was at the pictures. Finn had bought your ticket and large tub of popcorn, which you both shared. Just like the movies you both of you went to take a handful an your hands touch. Awkwardly for the rest of the movie you both keep your hands to yourselves but on the way home you end up holding hands. And of course Polly and Add have to embarrass you both in front of the other Shelby siblings

"How was your date? I hope you actually watched the film" Ada asks

"Seriously Ada?" Finn whines

"Ada is right. If your anything like your older brothers then.."

"Pol leave em alone" Tommy rescues you as your face turns bright red

"Don't corrupt YN now" Ada laughs.

Michael

You and Michael went for a pic-nic for your first date. Polly had made most of the food, but Michael did try bless him. On the date you talked about life, how he was taken from Polly from a young age with his sister and how your parents passed away so you got a job with the Shelby's, them looking after you like your one of their own. You enjoy Michaels company and although your first date was simple, it was all you needed to know that you were already falling for this man

"Today was lovely Michael"

"So does this mean a second date is in the cards?" you chuckle at his nervousness

"Yes it does"

Isaiah

Of course your first date was at the Garrison, Tommy, Arthur and John were supervising the date making sure neither of you drank to much and Isaiah kept his hands to himself. If he did get a little handsey (not that you minded) your brothers were there to remind him

"Take you hand off her leg if you still want hands" Arthur would grunt out occasionally.

Alfie

Alfie had set up your date the next time you came to London for business. He took you to one of his favourite restaurants. On arrive it was empty

"Couldn't be to carful, don't want your brothers finding out. They'll 'ave me head" you chuckle at this response

"It's perfect Alfie. Thank you" Alfie was a true gentleman all evening, starting with pulling your chair out for you and opening the car door up when you left. You most definitely will be coming to London a lot more.