#peaky blinders new years prompt

[enretrogue]

𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

PEAKY BLINDERS

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Destiny — @butterfly-lies-chase-them-away

A Brother For Cyril ⎢ Part Two — @muneca-lemon-steppa

You Love Is Enough — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Evenings At Home — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Good Girl — @ukrainianmotherfucker

Interviews For New Beginnings ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 ⎢ Part 4 ⎢ Part 5 ⎢ Part 6 — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Kisses For Bad Days — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Change Of Plans — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Married Life w/ Alfie Solomons HCs — @muneca-lemon-steppa

All Kinds of Trouble — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Overstimulation + Praise Kink — @fandom-puff

Rum and Soap — @dearshleby

Always — @muneca-lemon-steppa

MICHAEL GRAY

Show You How Much I Love You — @roguerogerss

I Can Imagine — @xoxoavenger

THOMAS SHELBY

At the End of the Day — @lis-likes-fics

The Complaint — @look-at-the-soul

Midnight Interlude — @awritesthings1

Gone with the Leaves — @awritesthings1

Numbers — @mrkdvidal1989

Train Left - Moments Passed — @mrkdvidal1989

Ignoble Sins — @cillmequick

Empty Promises — @fallatyourfeet

You Have More To Lose Than You Take — @mrkdvidal1989

Bloodstained Hands — @mrkdvidal1989

Look At Me — @simplyundeniable98

Time After Time Chapter 13 — @all-mirth-no-matter

A Moment of Happiness — @gypsy-girl-08

Christmas Lights — @mrkdvidal1989

First Christmas — @acewritesfics

Eye Fucking Each Other — @mrkdvidal1989

All I Need — @gypsy-girl-08

Promotion — @acewritesfics

No Man Works Alone — @muneca-lemon-steppa

TRIPLE FRONTIER

BENNY MILLER

The Best One — @theewokingdead

Are You On Mute? ⎢ Part Two — @rhoorl

Ask Prompt — @bullet-prooflove

Are You Going To Be Quiet? — @rhoorl

FRANCISCO “FRANKIE” “CATFISH” MORALES

Bluffing Season — @beskarandblasters

Mesmerized — @endlessthxxghts

New Year’s Day — @hellishjoel

My Home Is You — @chronically-ghosted

Stars — @trulybetty

Need You — @endlessthxxghts

Cravings ⎢ Crash ⎢ Insatiable — @pedge-page

Merry Christmas Cariño — @joelsflannel

All I Want For Christmas — @morallyinept

WILL MILLER

When Sleep Comes Easy — @laurfilijames

Just A Little Push — @missdictatorme

Kinktober 2023: Sexual Exhaustion — @gosmigenergy

Clusterfuck — @velicibeewords

All I Want — @laurfilijames

TRIPLE FRONTIER BOYS

Company — @pimosworld

The Story of Us Masterlist — @pimosworld

TSOU AU ⎢ Never Have I Ever ⎢ Down The Rabbit Hole ⎢ Santa’s A Homewrecker — @pimosworld

What Benny Doesn’t Know Masterlist — @backtothefanfiction

THE GRAY MAN

SIERRA SIX/COURT GENTRY

The Nurse Series ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 — @heresthestorymorningglory

The Spy Next Door — @renren-006

Homework Problems — @renren-006

Wide Open Spaces — @elusivewildflower

Hurt You — @j4desblurbs

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

Safe Hands — @hollandstrophyhusband

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

Aftercare w. Sierra Six — @ken-dom

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

DC

BATMOM

See You Soon (+ Jason Todd) — @reveluving

Batmom’s Biggest Fan — @silly-thinkings

The Bat in the Shadows ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 — @ynscrazylife

Long Overdue Masterlist — @apocalypse-shuffle

Love Thorns All Over This Rose ⎢ Part Two — @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms

Harmony (+Dick Grayson) — @soriseerakyra

Batprank ⎢ Part Two — @ciaraswritings

Unexpected — @ciaraswritings

Ballet (ft. Cass Cain) — @reveluving

I Want To See My Little Boy (ft. Damian Wayne) — @dragon-chica 

BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN

Gossip and Galas — @ciaraswritings

DICK GRAYSON/NIGHTWING

The Graysons — @hannibals-favourite-meal

BATSIS

Alleviate The Pain (Platonic!Dick Grayson) — @pugh-pugh-pugh-pugh

[1dmonthlyficroundup]

— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for November 2024! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Lost and Found by @signofcomfort [T, 33k, Louis/Harry]

Harry, the misfit wolf in the pack, always longed for affection but was too drowned in his own loneliness.

The pack alpha Louis Tomlinson shapes the future of his pack to be more accepting and welcoming, but would Harry ever return?

＊ No More Days Alone by @signofcomfort [M, 6k, Louis/Isaac Anderson]

Isaac finds himself lost amidst the tour but Louis is always there to find him.

＊ I want yesterdays love by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses [M, 4k, Louis/Dev Patel]

“We’re going on holiday before the term starts again,” Oli announces in their kitchen the day after the art opening.

Louis looks up from his cereal bowl.

“Who is we?”

“I’ve rented us a cottage near the beach. Me, you, Calvin, Rick, and Dev.”

Louis makes a noncommittal noise but can’t deny his heartbeat racing at the mention of Dev.

＊ i tell myself i'm done with wicked games by haveufoundwhaturlookingfor / @sup3rbloom [T, 5k, Louis/Michael Clifford]

Omegaverse: Alpha Louis has never questioned who he is, a strong, loving Alpha who defies stereotypes. When he meets Michael, a beta, he certainly doesn't expect to fall for him (and hard).

＊ To start again by @loretheloner [E, 27k, Louis/Michael Blackwell]

Louis finds himself slowly falling for a bandmate again, despite Oli's warnings against it. Michael finds himself slowly falling for his boss and fighting against the ghost of Louis' past relationship. They find a way to start again.

Or a canon compliant story that follows Michael and Louis from the summer of 2019 to June of 2024. Written for prompt SS of the Louis Rare Pair Fest 2024.

＊ I've drowned and dreamt this moment by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [T, 2k, Zayn/Louis]

There has been a rivalry between them since they were young. Since the very start of their careers. It’s always been Louis and Zayn, the ones to watch. The ones to do battle and ultimately share the podium.

They push each other to be better, is what the world says.

They hate each other, is what Zayn and Louis say.

And it all comes to a head in Val d’Argenton.

＊ Countdown by @allwaswell16 [M, 2k, Louis/Thomas Shelby]

Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, has taken notice of The Garrison Pub’s new barmaid, an omega named Louis. A prequel to One Part 2 of One

＊ if we were butterflies by @blueskiesrry [E, 52k, Harry/Louis]

“Is this how I used to look at you?” His hand hovers just over the collarbone of the sculpture, like he’s caught between wanting to touch and wanting to pull away, wanting to leave and wanting to stay.

Eyes stuck on Harry, unaware of anything else in the room, Louis whispers, “Something like that,” wondering now if he ever quite did it justice.

or: after recruiting harry to model for his sculptures and coming to know all his edges, louis loses him to a life more prosperous than he can provide. he finds harry again four years later.

＊ Whole Lot of History by Blue_Green28 / @bluegreen28fics [E, 73k, Louis/Harry]

Louis and Harry have a whole lot of history. With 3 children coming out of their twelve years long marriage they are essential parts of each other's lives even though they have moved on with new partners since their divorce ten years ago. Or have they?

What happens when Harry finally gets some money to open the coffee shop he had always dreamed of and they spend more time together to plan everything? Does their love still have a chance?

＊ Flying Over on My Own Tonight by @haztobegood [E, 1k, Louis/Jack Cochrane]

Louis is on his way to Monterrey, Mexico, where he'll headline Tecate P’al Norte music festival for the first time. A text from Jack makes the flight a bit more interesting.

＊ Sisterhood by @haztobegood [M, 2k, OT5]

Liam was thankful to have found sisters like Harry, Louis, Niall, and Zayn after running away from her parents. They opened their door and their hearts, their once-abandoned farmhouse becoming a safe, comforting home. Then one night, an unexpected visitor arrived, revealing the dark secrets of her new family.

＊ The Kiss of Sleep by @haztobegood [NR, 666 words, Louis/Harry]

Louis shook his head. “I’m proper knackered.” Too many nights on the road with the noise of the tyres rolling beneath them kicked Louis’ insomnia into high gear. He’d only been able to nip off for naps between soundcheck and their shows so he’d have enough energy to perform properly. But just barely. Now, with two days off and a plush king size bed calling his name for the first time in weeks, Louis needed to catch up on sleep.

＊ Love's A State Of Mind by @enchantedlandcoffee [T, 3k, Harry/Louis]

“Your omega?” Louis asked softly, trying his best to keep his voice steady. “Hmmm.” Harry smushed his face in Louis’ shirt, his hand moving up to mess with one of the buttons. “He’s great, my omega. He’s kind and passionate and funny, even when he makes jokes about me.” “He- He sounds great, button.” “He is. You are.” What?!

OR Childhood friends, Harry and Louis, have been inseparable ever since they met. However, presenting as an alpha and omega drove a wedge in their relationship. One night, after Harry drunkenly confesses one too many things, Louis snaps. He realises that, despite loving his best friend so much, he needs to move on before their love tears them apart. He just needs to get the stubborn alpha on his side. Part 1 of Flower & Button

[hb-writes]

Update re: Requests/ WIPS

Hi y'all! I'm changing the way I do requests. Unless otherwise specified, they'll be open anytime with the caveat that I'm a human being with real thoughts, feelings, opinions, and responsibilities, meaning that I may not have the interest/ ability/ motivation/ time to write everything received, and requests may take an exorbitant amount of time (think, literal years) to be written because that's just how it is. 🥲

Please just indicate in some way that the ask is a request. Sometimes people send a string of dialogue or a random quote with no other info attached and I’m not quite sure what it’s supposed to be for.

Fandoms I currently write for/ would write for: A Discovery of Witches, Bridgerton, Daredevil, The Family Stone, Fifty Shades, The Haunting of Hill House/ Bly Manor, Marvel, One Tree Hill, Peaky Blinders, The Punisher, Sherlock, Suits, Supernatural, True Blood, Twilight, The Vampire Diaries, White Collar, ACOTAR, Throne of Glass Series

Upcoming:

Comfy-vember 2024

I'm including a list below the cut of everything I have on my request radar and will try to update as new requests are received (I usually only respond to the ask once I complete/ post the request)—updated as of Dec 12, 2024.

Masterlist

Pending Requests:

Peaky Blinders:

Part 2 to Gestures of fairness? Where perhaps Tommy is doing something which warrants Clara to utilize her ‘discovery’. For some reason I’m imagining tipsy, fun Tommy for this, with the other brothers there too, just a sweet family moment in the garrison or the house or something, before everything goes to shit

46 and 32 from the parental writing prompts with Tommy saying them! I just want some soft Tommy with a very scared Clara (note: this one is already written, but is actually going to be included in an upcoming chapter of LLB).

Part 2 for pretty in pink

For an angst one shot could you please do one where clara and grace has a huge fight and it ends up with clara wanting to leave the arrow house but tommy doesn't allow her and it will be a situation where he has to choose between clara and grace

could you write something about tommy and clara having an argument?

clara having huge fight with her family or getting into trouble and getting hurt something along the way

one shot with tommy and clara like a huge fight and fallout.

One-shot where Clara is a teenager and gets called into Tommy’s office to be scolded and she gets punished and it evolves into an angsty fight between Tommy and Clara but with comfort in the end? Like maybe she really pushed his buttons, he’s decided to punish her, she gets upset, they fight, she runs up to his room, he comes up and they talk it out and hugs in the end?

Suits:

Reader is married to Harvey and is also a lawyer and maybe during a big important case the reader gets shot in the middle of court and Harvey has to try to keep her alive and begs her to not leave him and their new little Boy at home. But thankfully the reader survives! 💗

"That's why I didn't tell you in the first place. I knew you'd react like this.", for Charlie and Harvey

Darvey? but like with charlie? maybe they're having a date at home or something & charlie promised to hide away in her room all evening but she goes out of her way to purposefully ruin it (why? for the giggles ofc, & because she loves messing with her big brother)

teenage charlie and Harvey notices she hasn’t really been eating breakfast or dinner with him as often and it turns out that she was upset about what someone said to her

Maybe if Charlie is so stressed Harvey has to intervene bc she stopped eating and sleeping? & High school ? “ Charlotte just because you’re 16 doesn’t mean I won’t goddamn spoon feed you if I have to. Don’t test me on this. This is not a battle you will win little one (or little sister).”

Charlie: "Marcus said I was his favourite."

Can I request a Charlie specter where she gets caught at home with a boy like she skipped school or something and Harvey catches them together!?

teenage charlie (14-15) and mike and harvey are going to meet a client and they catch her skipping school on the street! not really like in a angsty way yk like in a funny way if that makes sense?

I would love one where she has a boyfriend and protective Harvey

something where Charlie has a really bad day and just bypasses Donna and runs into Harvey’s office? Maybe when she’s still adjusting to her new school or high school or something?

Twilight:

"I'm very lucky to know you." For twilight

“I didn’t know they were drugs!” and “Oh my god, it’s so pretty!” With Twilight?

“I prefer not to be disturbed.” & “I don’t feel like it today.” For Twilight

mia cullen in eclipse when she and jacob finally meet again

some sort of part two for drifting (but it can also be a new ff) where Mia maybe has depression or a depressed phase (maybe because the family is drifting apart like in your last Carlisle fan fiction) And Carlisle and/or Esme help her through (maybe she dosen’t even has the energy to brush her hair or get out of bed)

Mia drank Alcohol and used marijuana in new moon

Mia Cullen just doing stupid stuff and (accidentally) pushing Carlisle to his limits, like he’s not angry but more like because it’s stupid?

A moment when one of the Cullens got Really Mad at Mia and screamed at her.

The story behind Mia getting her nose pierced.

Mia talking in her sleep.

Fifty Shades:

Elliot & Emma : "You can't lie to me. I can tell when you're lying."

One Tree Hill:

“All I wanted was your honesty.”

The Punisher:

“Something is wrong.” & “Get down on the floor!” For The Punisher

Sherlock:

"Can you shut up for once in your life?" Watson sister with Sherlock? Perhaps during the season 3 premiere where John is kidnapped and they try to think of a way to save him.

Bridgerton:

None

The Family Stone:

None

Marvel:

None

Supernatural:

None

True Blood:

None

White Collar:

None

A Discovery of Witches:

None

[usmsgutterson]

All right! It is that time of year again and, as some who typically thrives in the fall and winter months, it is absolutely, a thousand percent, time for me to become even more insufferable than I was in September when the fall event released!! yay!!

As with last year and because I love myself a good seasonal/holiday queue, I am also doing the five days of christmas queue again! I'm not doing it how I did it last year in that it was both requests and my own work--that is partly because I dont want to make a separate event post for it--this year and probably going forward, it'll just be fics themed around Christmas that come from me and aren't requests.

Fandoms to whom this event are open are as follows: six of crows, shadow and bone, peaky blinders (tommy and alfie only) shatter me (aaron and kenji only) and free rein (pin only because I miss writing for him anyway)

Requests will be open until the 30th of december. Any request I get after NYE or New Years Day will be deleted.

the event is below the cut as this has clogged up peoples dashes enough already lol

NOW PLAYING: peace by taylor swift

the devils in the details but you've got a friend in me - age old friendships between people who can go months without talking to one another and pick up right where they left off--think platonic strong bonds and relationships that have lasted too many years to count. Give me a character, a gender pref for the reader, and a holiday activity that you want me to write strong-bonded characters (be it friends who've been friends for a decade or a couple who has been in a relationship just as long) doing and I'll write 1-5k words for it. Think good vibes, snowy weather, and hot chocolate + christmas decorating--I will write just about any holiday activity for this prompt and I promise I'll have a blast

you and me forevermore - anniversaries! One year, five years, ten years, you name it! I personally think that winter is the superior season to start a relationship in so I will write anniversary celebrations set in the winter months and all you need to do is give me a character, a gender pref for the reader, and any other specifics you'd like to add!

SHUFFLING CHRISTMAS PLAYLIST

NOW PLAYING: have yourself a merry little christmas as covered by phoebe bridgers

have yourself a merry little christmas - PROMPTS!! I wrote out holiday prompts for the season and this is my excuse to use them. Send in any combination of prompts you want--you can send me a prompt from this list with a prompt from any of the other ones, just tell me what list you're using and I'll write it!

if we make it through december we'll be fine - long fics! Give me as many details as you want--in this instance I would very much prefer specificity over vagueness so do not spare a single one--a gender pref for the reader, and I'll write what you give me! Anything goes for this. Prompts, scenarios, anything! Any genre, though when I think of this I think angst because it is very easy to write longer angst fics for me. These fics will be anywhere from 4-8k words in length and all of their necessary details are completely up to you.

[fics-not-tragedies]

January 2024 Music Prompts - Spotify Wrapped edition

♪ Hello again! Yes, I'm finally back, at last. Let's start new year with something great: music prompts ♪🎵🎶

♪ Since getting your Spotify Wrapped is such a huge event every year (at least for me, who listens to the same 5 artists and even tho I still get surprised, lol), I decided to surprise you with a little prompt event.

♪ I've chosen 15 songs from my 2023 Wrapped playlist and a lyric (or few) for each one of them that just has THE vibe (y'know):

1. Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin I'm prayin' at your altar if you know what I mean.

2. Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me/What you'd do to me tonight.

3. Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

4. Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys Tell me something I don’t already know/Like how'd you get your kisses to fill me with electricity?

5. Francesca ♫ Hozier Though I know my heart would break/I'd tell them, "Put me back in it".

6. Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin I'm gonna show you how this Italian amor/It's gonna love you harder than ever before/You will like it.

7. Don't Blame Me ♫ Taylor Swift I would fall from grace/Just to touch your face.

8. For Your Love ♫ Måneskin I wanna be the first man you look at tonight/I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild.

9. Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon/The more I drift, the closer I get to you.

10. Mammamia ♫ Måneskin They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano.

11. Nobody ♫ Hozier I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint/I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave/But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love.

12. I Can See You ♫ Taylor Swift But what would you do if I went to touch you now?/What would you do if they never found us out?/What would you do if we never made a sound?

13. Baby Said ♫ Måneskin Baby said, "Let me taste your silhouette/You can talk between my legs"/Uh-uh, uh, uh, know you really want to.

14. Cuff It ♫ Beyonce I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you?

15. I Wanna Be Your Dog ♫ John McCrea So messed up, I want you here/In my room, I want you here/Now we're gonna be face-to-face/And I'll lay right down in my favorite place.

♪ You can now start making request for the following list of characters:

1. Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies:

John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise,

Constantine & the movie,

Johnny Utah & Point Break,

Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula,

Neo & The Matrix,

dr Julian Mercer,

Jack Traven & Speed;

2. Riccardo Scamarcio along with:

Santino D’Antonio;

3. Andrew Hozier Byrne;

4. Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies:

Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak,

Loki & Avengers/Thor,

Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive,

dr Robert Laing & High Rise,

Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager;

5. Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies:

Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher,

Walter Marshall & Nomis,

Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle,

Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E.,

August Walker & MI: Fallout,

6. Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies:

Eric Northman & True Blood,

Leo Beiler & Mute,

Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl,

sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill,

7. Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters:

Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby,

Alfie Solomons,

8. Supernatural franchise along with the following characters:

Dean Winchester,

Sam Winchester,

9. The X Files franchise along with the following characters:

Dana Scully,

Fox Mulder,

10. Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies:

Jack Bauer & 24,

president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor,

David & The Lost Boys.

Please send in a number with the song/lyric you fancy + a character from those listed above, first come - first serve, as always.

If there are any questions don’t be afraid to ask them, I’m always all ears for y’all!

♪ LET'S CELEBRATE THE BEGINNING OF 2024 ✨

[the-fools-errand]

Three things to end the year

Thank you @thehoneybeet (Three things here) for tagging me into the three things thing :) It’s about to be NYE in the part of the world where I live, and with this well-timed tag, it only seems fitting to end the year with a bit of reflection. 

This year between June and September I moved to a new country, which ended up being an even bigger adventure than I had expected. While I’ve enjoyed every minute of it, I’ve found myself being pulled away from some of my creative pursuits and redistributing that energy to settling in to new habits in a new place and learning a new language. I’ve definitely missed being an active part of the Drarry fandom, but I have loved watching from the sidelines as new fics and fests have posted, and this community never fails to fill me with joy when I need it most. So thank you everyone for making this such a special corner of the internet! 

1. The Secret Keeper (2021, 225K) - My most popular fic by a longshot, SK is a special fic to me for many reasons. HD/BB was the first fest I ever participated in, modded by the incredible @gracerene and @writcraft, without whom this fic would never have seen the light of day. I was travelling for my job as I worked on this fic for the better part of a year, including on 15+hour flights across the globe, and even a particularly memorable setup using an ironing board as a desk in a small hotel room during the final weeks before the finish deadline 😂

I also had the extreme luck/joy/honour of being partnered with @razielim who illustrated the fic with three showstopping pieces that still take my breath away. When Razielim sent me the first drafts, I was standing in a cafe and literally exclaimed out loud. It’s hard to put into words what it means to partner with an artist and see a collective creative work come to life. When I stumbled in the home stretch of writing, I’d take a look back at these pieces and be re-inspired to carry on. 

Without hyperbole, the single most integral piece of SK was working with my incomparable Beta partner, @thehoneybeet. HB was part of the story from the time it was just a collection of sticky notes on a wall, through to middle-of-the-night speed writing/editing sessions, and everything in between. Stephen King once said that every author should write for their “first reader,” the person they can trust to believe in and bring out the best of their work, and for me, that is HB! Love ya, friend. 

Secret Keeper is a Hogwarts-era canon rewrite AU, in which Dumbledore hides Harry’s survival at the hands of Voldemort under a Fidelius Charm, leading the Wizarding World to believe that none of the Potters survived, and for Harry to grow up as a muggle. Draco is set to take up the mantle of a Death Eater once he comes of age, but when Harry shows up at Hogwarts under McGonagall’s direction, he’s brought under the charm to teach Harry Occlumency. The story is an exploration of the clash of destiny and agency, and what happens if we choose not to follow the path laid out for us. Plus there’s a sonnet. 

The last thing I’ll say about SK is that as my first real piece of writing that landed in this community, I had no idea what sort of response to expect from readers -- and was utterly blown away with the kindness and encouragement I received. I read every comment with a full heart, and when @sitp-recs wrote this rec, I thought I would just about explode. I often revisit this AU in my daydreaming, and HB knows, I have fully outlined a sequel if I can ever get around to it! Maybe for the next BB :) 

2. In the Bleak Midwinter (2022, 105K) - I’m cheating on the three things prompt and putting up my second most popular fic, because this one was a surprise even to me! I truly had no plans to write a longfic at the beginning of the year, but as I perused the LCDrarry prompt list, an incredible Peaky Blinders prompt by @seekercass caught my eye and I was hooked. My partner in crime, HB, even watched the full first season of PB for me, just to be able to advise on characterisation and plot points. Fest mod @celilasart was an epic support, and helped me with timing as I dashed to make the posting cutoff. 

In the end, what resulted was a dark AU, where Voldemort had won years ago, and the boys were living in a world where magic was banned, the wizarding world had broken open into the muggle world, and Hogsmeade was a town riddled with crime. Draco (as Tommy) is a complex and tortured head of the Black family gang, keeping everyone afloat while trying to carve out a better life. Harry (as Grace) is an agent of the Order, reporting in to Snape (as Campbell), and sent on a mission to Hogsmeade to solve a case of missing wands, a shipment meant for the front lines of Voldemort’s ever-expanding territory. 

Writing this fic was an unexpected delight, where unlike Secret Keeper, I really had very little idea of where I was going with everything when I started. Getting to weave in characters like Sirius, Tonks, Pansy, Neville, and Narcissa, was such a joy, and it was an exercise in opening up my creative process to different styles of writing. That said, this was probably the fic where I hit my biggest creative roadblock, when I couldn’t get Harry and Draco to stop being Grace and Tommy and start being themselves. HB was there for a major kill-your-darlings rewrite moment, which was totally necessary, and in the end I love where the fic ended up.

3. Silver Lining (2022, 14K) - For my hidden gem, I’m picking a fic that (gasp) isn’t even a Drarry! One of my goals at the start of 2022 was pushing my boundaries in terms of character and voice, and when I came across a prompt for a super small fest, which was simply “Neville re-sorted,” I knew I had to give it a try. Neville had been a surprisingly crucial character in both SK and ITBM, and unexpectedly so. So having the chance to explore him as a character in his own right was a really fulfilling exercise, and this fic ended up being an arc about friendship more than anything. 

SL is a cannon rewrite AU (because somehow I still only write AUs), where Neville is sorted into Slytherin and Draco takes up the responsibility of making sure his fellow housemate lives up to his full potential. Seven short sections, spanning seven years at Hogwarts. This one is short and sweet, and yes, I still managed to fit in Drarry somehow 😜

Honourable Mention: A Mutual Inconvenience (2022, 4K) - after a complete hiatus from writing for most of the year, I pulled together this short gift for my first reader and fandom bestie, HB. A bit of holiday melancholy which scratched a certain itch this season, and is a bit of a deviation from my usual stuff. 

Just want to take a moment to put some love out there again to all of you reading this. it’s been such a delight getting to know many of you and just being part of a fandom as special as this one. If you’re seeing this any you haven’t already been tagged to do your Three Things, please do! Happy New Year, and here’s to a magical 2023!

[tommyspeakycap]

“It’s a couple minutes after midnight and there were already a couple resolutions broken.”

with tommy maybe?

thank you for all your writing. those past two prompts made my first day of 2021 so much more enjoyable, as all your writing helped 2020 (a really shitty year for me personally as well as overall!) you’re an Angel x

that’s so kind of you to say!! i hope this year treats you a lot better x sending love ! x

Tommy nods his head in the direction of his sister after she placed a crystal glass of his favourite expensive whiskey into his hand while he continues his conversation with Arthur. “You can add manners to your fucking list of resolutions, ungrateful bastard.” Ada huffs in response to this, scoffing at her elder brother as she sits down and takes a drink of wine.

“Swear jar!”

Heads turn to the two little boys standing mischievously in the doorway in their pyjamas with huge grins. Ada rolls her eyes playfully at her son and nephew as you appear behind them. “I told them they could stay up a bit longer, behaviour permitting eh boys?” You ruffle both of their hair and feel your son wrap his arms around your leg, “Of course mummy! love you!” His words make you beam, your love for him so obvious in the way that your eyes shine. It makes Tommy smile from across the room.

You walk in carrying a small plate of some homemade shortbread to place on one of the small tables in the large family room that the entire Shelby family was occupying in yours and Tommy’s huge country estate. “Exactly Karl,” Tommy says, pointing at his nephew as he moves the conversation back to the issue of his sisters profanity. “Swear jar, Ada.”

Ada shakes her head, but honours the newly instated Shelby swear jar rule and puts a few coins into the glass begrudgingly. “We were talking about resolutions,” Arthur informs you, “Tom said he’ll cut back on the smokes, right Tom?” You turn to your husband, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as he sits on the couch, one elbow resting over the arm of the couch with that glass of whiskey in his hand and the other arm around your daughter half asleep leaning against his chest . “Really daddy?” Your daughter remarks quietly. You watch him shrug his shoulders. “Course.” He says. “I know how much your mother hates it,” he paused to lean closer to her to whisper, “and i love your mother very very much, so i’ll do it for her,” with a gentle wink. You didn’t hear those words, but watching him with the daughter he loved so much made your heart swell.

“And stop swearing!” Ada chimes, prompting a giggle from you. “Around the kids, at least.” Polly adds as she sips from her champagne glass. Tommy rolls his eyes again, feeling rather under fire from his tipsy family. With your heart fluttering every so slightly in your chest because to the rest of them, the resolutions that the head of their family was attempting were just that, silly resolutions that everyone makes every year. But to you, or rather between you and Tommy, those were changes you had voiced your wish for many times, especially since your daughter had been running around the house shouting “By order of the Peaky Fucking Blinders!” at the top of her lungs with the plastic gun John had gotten her since Christmas.

It was, of course more the smoking that bothered you. You worried constantly about his health, you knew it couldn’t be good at all that he was at the point practically a chain smoker. You wanted him to see his children grow up. You wanted to spent as long with his as you could get with the life you all lived.

“A man after my own heart,” you coo, leaning down to peck his lips, the cheeky nature of your husband kicking in as he slips his tongue between your lips and somehow manages to hook his arm around you and pull you down onto his lap without spilling his drink. You pull back, shaking your head at him playfully with a smile as you lean back against him. You hear John snigger from across the room, “He was going to quit drinking.” He taunts, nodding his head to the amber liquid in Tommy’s glass.

“Not the new year yet, John.” Tommy glares, but you know drinking isn’t going to be likely something that Tommy is going to stop, especially not within the next five minute before the year changes. The only thing that really matters to you is that he’s going to try. Esme hits John’s arm as a means of telling him to shut up and stop teasing his brother. They knew he was trying to make these changes for you.

“Mrs Shelby?” You turn your head to the maid standing cautiously at the door. “The baby is awake.” You nod your head, patting Tommy’s knee to prompt him to release him arm from around your waist. “I’ll get him, thank you Francis.” The maid nods her head and you kiss your husbands cheek. Tommy, as he always does, follows you with his eyes as you leave the room. A twinkle gleaming as he thinks about you and the newest addition to your family. The way you hold the baby boy, glowing with happiness even in the middle of the night reminds him of everything that is good in his world. His family is all that keeps him going and he knows for a fact that he would not be able to survive without you.

“Hello baby,” you coo as you enter the nursery, “Suppose you want to wish everyone a happy new year mister? oh aren’t you just the more gorgeous baby.” As you lift him into your arms to cradle him gently, you find yourself getting lost in time thinking about how much you love your family. You felt blessed to have three happy and healthy children despise everything that you had done and everything that had been done to you in your life. You had suffered a lot and caused suffering in some cases, so you felt as though there was nothing you could have done that would have amounted to you deserving three beautiful little humans who love you unconditionally. You didn’t know you could even love that much until you held your babies in your arms. And the way you got to see Tommy love them and care for them and become the man you had known all those years ago before he was traumatised by the war was the most beautiful thing to you.

Having children made him a better husband and a better man. You counted yourself lucky to get to be the woman who���s hand he holds as you walk together throw the fields behind the house, watching your son and daughter race and tackle each other in the snow or run through the long grass in the winter. For those moments where there was peace from the world, from the dangers and demands of the great Thomas Shelby, everything was made worth the battles.

You’re dragged from your admirational daze when you hear Tommy’s heavy footsteps falling behind you as he walks into the room. He wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a long kiss against your cheek. “Happy New Year, Mrs Shelby.” You hum contently at his words, “Mm, Happy New Year to you, Mr Shelby.” Tommy gently rubs his finger over the small head of hair on his new son, “And you, sweet baby.” His voice rumbles lowly in your ear as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “What’re you doing up here?” You ask, turning your head to look at him. Tommy averts his eyes, taking a few steps back to sit on the rocking chair by the window. “Might’ve broke a few resolutions.” He murmurs, the awkward embarrassment feeling that he only ever gets with you rises up to flush his cheeks just like it used to when you first got together all those years ago.

You giggle slightly, placing the baby back down in his crib. The carpet is soft beneath your bare feet as you cross to Tommy, reaching out a hand to lift his chin so he’s forced to look up at you. “It’s ten past midnight Tom, what did you do?” You don’t speak with malice or anger, instead a hint of humour leaking through your words. Tommy shakes his head, “Just had a drink. Not important.” He uses his arms again to hook you down onto his lap. This time, you tuck your head under his chin to rest on his chest, closing your eyes softly for a moment. “What is important,” he continues, “Is how much i love you. And our family, so much.” He feels you smiling, “I love you too.”

Tommy rests his chin gently on top of your head. “Love you more.” He feels you laugh slightly this time as it dawns on your he may be fully serious about how much he loves you, but he’s also buttering you up.

“Thomas?” you query, voice raising in pitch every so slightly. “Mhm?” he responds, neither of you moving from your the comfort of your position. “Didnt you say you broke, resolutions? Not just a resolution?” You now sit back so you can look at him as he grimaces at you, “Well, that’s not really-“

Your head snaps between your little girl and your now apolgetically and almost painfully grimacing husband after you hear her adorable little voice practically answering your question for you before words could even leave Tommy’s lips with her sweet voice shouting;

“Daddy! Remember you need to put money in the shitty bastarding swear jar!”

[peakyscillian]

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[ioaezz]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ATTRACTIVE WOMAN ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

━━ your little brother’s best friend had always been infatuated by you but only now do you give him a chance.

word count: 1618

pairing: isaiah jesus x fem!shelby!reader

warnings: violence, blood

It was no secret that Isaiah Jesus lived for Y/n Shelby.

Everyone knew of his infatuation for you. You were also aware of his little fixation on you, but anytime one of your brothers mentioned it, you blamed it on his hormones and said that it would pass.

Because that’s what you truly believed, that he wanted you because you were the stereotypical hot older sister of his best friend who could get any man that she desired.

So, whenever Isaiah would flirt with you, you would harmlessly flirt back, not knowing that you were making him even more desperate.

But anytime that he wanted to take it a step further you refused, telling him that you were too old for him, to which he would respond that it was nonsense and that he would do anything you asked.

You recall Arthur mentioning to you that four years wasn’t such a significant age difference and that you should simply grant him a chance, but once again you refused.

Recently, though, Isaiah had seemingly given up, which made you relieved for the fact that he ultimately moved on. Although somewhere deep inside you, you felt some slight disappointment, but you shoved the sentiments away and proceeded with your life as you usually would.

“Y/n,” you looked up at Tommy who was seated behind his desk, as always, nodding in response, prompting him to continue.

“Are you sure you’re alright with doing this?” You rolled your eyes at your brother’s concerns as you lit a cigarette.

“I’ve done this like a thousand times, I’m sure I’ll be able to handle this,”

As a Peaky Blinder, you had no issues with doing illegal activities, which included seducing men before robbing them.

Tommy benefited from the fact that you were an extremely attractive woman which showed because anytime someone wronged them he would send you to lure them in before doing whatever was required of you.

Which was now the case.

Tommy needed you to flirt with an Italian businessman who had a vague association with the Italians. You had to attempt to get him to take you to his house, so you could find the documents that your brother required.

“If you’re sure about it,” Tommy’s retort was short, but you were used to it and took that as your cue to leave and get ready for tonight.

As you walked down the streets to your house, you saw your younger brother with his friends standing suspiciously around a car.

“Finn, you’re not getting into trouble, are you? Tommy didn’t exactly appreciate it the last time,” you spoke, resulting in your brother and his friends turning to you.

You noticed Isaiah straightened up before offering you a charming smile, while Finn looked at you with wide eyes, attempting to find an excuse.

When he couldn’t get anything out of his mouth, you let out a chuckle before patting his back and proceeding with your trek back to your house.

“You won’t tell him, right? Y/n!” You disregarded your brother’s pleas as you took your cigarette out of your mouth to let out a gust of air before you heard audible footsteps approaching you from behind.

“Y/n,” Isaiah, grinned sheepishly at you as he composed himself beside you while he walked you home.

“You don’t mind, do you, love?” He questioned with a flirty smile hanging from his lips.

“Of course not,” you caught him staring at your lips as you took a drag of your cigarette before he reached over to take your cigarette and put it into his mouth while maintaining intense eye contact with you.

“But I will mind if you keep stealing my cigarettes,” you told him quietly with a lazy grin dangling from your lips as you rotated the corner where you could catch a glimpse of your house.

“I’ll buy you a new pack,” Isaiah replied as he took your arm to turn you around before you could turn away from him to enter your home.

“It’s fine,” you insisted while gazing up at him with a hazy look in your eyes.

You two stood there for a few moments in thorough silence as you gazed at each other with intensity. Isaiah leaned in to kiss your cheek, but you moved away. A pained expression flickered across his face which made you frown scarcely.

“Goodbye Isaiah,” his name rolled off your tongue as you carefully removed his hand from your arm before entering your house while looking back only to see him staring at the spot where you once stood.

A sigh left your body as you strained to change your thoughts before you would do something that you would regret later and proceeded your walk to your wardrobe to find an appropriate getup for tonight.

Later on, you found yourself seated in the Garrison while sipping from a glass of whiskey.

When you found your target, you made your way over to where he sat before sitting down, compelling him to look up at you.

“Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around,” You surveyed while leaning forward to showcase your cleavage to him.

The man, whose name was Antonio, glanced down at your breast before responding.

“Yes, I’m here for work,” you raised your brows before tracing his fingers in a painfully slow way.

“Mm, do you happen to want a distraction from your work?” Antonio licked his lips slowly before motioning for you to come and sit next to him before wrapping his arm around your waist.

His hand made its way under your shirt as he began kissing your neck roughly, forcing you to falsify a faint moan to make it seem like you enjoyed it.

While he hummed at the sweet taste of your skin, you could sense eyes on you. Your gaze turned to the owner of those wandering eyes who happened to be Isaiah. He stood in a corner of the pub with clenched fists at his sides.

When your eyes met, he could feel himself becoming infuriated by the fact that a man twice your age was touching and kissing you.

When he couldn’t contain his anger anymore he stormed over to your table before hauling you from Antonio as he commenced a fight with him.

Tommy and John who had also been there to make sure everything would go as planned leaped into action by trying to get Isaiah off the Italian businessman who was shouting at Isaiah.

“I’ll kill you! I promise I will!” Isaiah called after him as you helped John get him out of the pub and into an alleyway.

“Isaiah! What the fuck?” You whisper yelled at him as he started to calm down again.

“Yeah, what the fuck was that for?” John questioned as he fixed his jacket before making his way back inside, leaving the two of you alone.

You examined Isaiah as he let out deep puffs of air through his mouth, as you noticed his busted lip and some blood along his cheek that presumably wasn’t his.

“Isaiah?” You asked, concern lacing your voice causing him to fully turn to you.

“I just got mad,” he answered as his eyes flickered over your face to make sure that you were alright.

“You got mad? Isaiah, we’ve been waiting for a chance like this for months. So, you got to come up with something better than ‘I just got mad’,” a frown etched onto your face as Isaiah’s hands reached out to hold your face softly.

This time, you didn’t pull away as you waited for an explanation while he caressed your cheek gently with his thumb.

“It disgusted me. His hands were all over you. And I-,” he paused to let out a deep breath through his nose before continuing, “I got protective. I’m sorry for blowing this up,” he mumbled sincerely while gazing into your eyes.

You knew you should have pulled away when he leaned in but you simply couldn’t. You were exhausted from trying to dismiss the feelings that he made come to life.

“Just give me one chance,” Isaiah muttered as he noticed your slight hesitance and when you gave the tiniest nod he fully tipped forward.

You could feel yourself becoming putty in his hands as he kissed you so passionately. This was what you always imagined when someone talked about a fairy tale kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him even closer to you, if that was even possible.

A smile crept onto Isaiah’s face as he kissed you with all he had. With all the bottled emotions that he had since he was twelve. You felt like heaven, and it was even better than what he imagined and dreamt of all those years.

When you were forced to pull away to fill your lungs with air, you slowly opened your eyes but didn’t completely let go just yet.

You stood there pressed against him with him leaning slightly down. His breath fanned over you as you could still feel the presence of his lips that were hovering over your own.

You tore your eyes from his lips and onto his sparkling eyes that reflected pure joy in them as a small smile was present on his face. You returned the sentiment while caressing the back of his neck gently.

“Twelve-year-old me would have been so proud of myself,” Isaiah joked softly as you remained pressed against one another.

“Yeah?” You let out a soft giggle, which made Isaiah’s heart flutter as he nodded his head slightly.

“Yeah, definitely.”

[milshelbsrequests]

Request : Could you (if you don’t mind) do a fic where the reader is a Shelby Sister (closest to Thomas) and is gay. I don’t mind whether it is a coming out fic or one where she has a crush on the same lady Tommy is getting close to. (And in the end that lady chooses the reader)

prompt : none

Warnings : swearing, smoking, mentions of homophobia

Authors note : Y/N and Tommy would be around 22 (Tommy turning 23) in this, Ada 16, John 18, Arthur 26 etc etc

if you like my work and want to read more regular updates, here’s the link to my chapters of “child’s play”, a peaky blinders Shelby!sister Fanfiction on my main

Fate had tossed Y/N right smack into the middle of the Shelby family…. Technically the middle, at least. She was older than Ada and Finn and John, but younger than Thomas and Arthur. It was an even number of children, but technically her and her brother John shared the roll of middle child. But she was about four years older than him, which made her closest in age to Tommy, as there was barely twelve months separating the pair. Ten, to be exact. While Thomas was born in January, Y/N was born in November. They were what was called catholic twins (or Irish twins, Dutch twins, Scottish twins… there was many words for it). Two siblings born less than twelve months of one another, and Thomas and Y/N Shelby were born ten months from one another both in the year 1890; which made them the same age for five months.

What a chaotic bunch that they were. Always enforcing mayhem all across the city and never behaving themselves. Y/N, was the most misfit of them all as it seemed most days, because she stuck out like a sore thumb no matter how hard she tried otherwise. She was always…. different, and her family always assumed she would grow out of it by the time she was a teenager. But no, when she was a teenager Y/N had come to terms with what exactly was wrong with her. Although she viewed it as natural, the entire law and world insisted it wasn’t.

When she was fifteen years old, she had befriended a girl her own age by the name of Nancy McClougden. Even today, Y/N’s heart fluttered at the recollection of the girl who she hadn’t seen in years. You see, the problem began when Y/N realized that if she were a boy, she would be all over Nancy and be trying to woo her to the best of her abilities, and the problem escalated when Y/N realized that she didn’t want to have to be a boy to kiss Nancy. That she would kiss Nancy any day, if she would ask her to. By then, it was clear to the eldest Shelby girl what she was, and it was clear to her that no one could ever know.

And with being so close (in both age and relationships) with her brother, Thomas, that proved to be difficult as growing up the two came in a pair and were inseparable. Not to mention the fact he was a nosy bastard who always had his hand in other people’s business when he shouldn’t have.

One night, later in the evening, when everyone was in the garrison celebrating the new year of 1913, a situation occurred and was one that Y/N personally believed wouldn’t ever happen. Moments after everyone had shouted ‘happy new years’ as the clock struck twelve AM on the first of January with the year now 1913, the party had truly began. Loud talking and drinking that was accompanied by what was almost even louder music that played on a gramophone someone brought in. Y/N found herself seated at the crowded bar line with a woman roughly around her own age that had introduced herself as Isla, and of course, Y/N wasn’t just talking but she was rather blatantly flirting with the red haired woman who giggled along to the Shelby woman’s words and played along. It was going well, to say the least. That was, up until Y/N gave a small jolt of surprise as an arm fell around her shoulder. “Hello, Thomas.” She greeted her brother, a slight roll of her eyes coming his way as she took a sip of her drink.

“Why, Y/N, aren’t you going to introduce me to this pretty lady?” Her brother urged to set him up with another young lady that probably, just like most, wouldn’t last long. She would be around for a few weeks at best, because it was safe to say every Shelby man had, in lack of better terms, commitment issues.

Smiling with tight lips up at her barely elder brother, Y/N glanced back to the woman sitting in front of her. “Tom, this is Isla. Isla, this is my brother, Thomas.” She briefly introduced the two in order not to simply brush her brother off and seem catty over nothing. “But all you get is an introduction, Tommy. Her and I were having a private conversation that doesn’t need dropping in on.”

Isla laughed slightly at that, her round and rouged cheeks turned up at the apples as she smiled. It caused Y/N’s heart to soar and flutter as if she was a little schoolgirl again. She had come to discover that unless serious, Isla was capable at making everything lighthearted in a positive way. It was a relief, in y/n’s opinion to be truthful as it was a rare thing to see in Small Heath.

Barely nodding his head, Tommy casually gestured for the current bartender to fetch him a drink before speaking again. Y/N sighed, knowing there was no getting rid of him now, as he would be stealing away yet another girl who was just out of her grasp. “Ah, well, what is it you were speaking about?”

“Didn’t I just say that—“

“Horses.” Isla interrupted, not on purpose, but her and Y/N began to speak in union and the Shelby girl gave up her words rather easily. As soon as the word horses was spoken, she could see her brother’s ears perk up. There definitely was no getting rid of him now. “Y/N here was telling me about horses…. Or I suppose I more so asked about them. I understand that you work with horses, Mr. Shelby.”

“I shovel shit at the stables located in my uncle’s scrapyard, if that’s what you refer to.” He joked, and Isla had giggled at him which caused Y/N’s eyes to roll to heavily she was sure that they would stay jammed in the back of her skull. “Now… what is a lady like yourself doing in a place like Small Heath, in a pub like this one, and asking about horses on New Year’s Day?”

“Nothing special, truly…. I suppose I thought celebrating the New Years in a new environment would be the best way to start off the new year. I’m here with my sister, you see…. But I lost track of her awhile ago, I’m sure I’ll mean her again sooner or later.” Her reply was rather simple. “Besides, if I didn’t have the need for adventure, I wouldn’t have met Y/N tonight.”

The Shelby girl smiled at this, pleased with the fact that she made so far a good impression with the lady. But soon Tommy smirked as he looked over Isla. “And where might you be from, Isla?”

“Balsall Heath. Not far from here.”

He gave her that charming Shelby smirk, and offered her his hand, and it was in that moment Y/N had realized her brother may have won this battle. “Well, Isla from Balsall Heath, how would you like a drink? On me, of course.”

As the night passes on, Y/N had watched as her brother flirted and attempted to woo over Isla. The only thing she could do is sit and pout at the bar. When Isla had been dancing and laughing with her brother for what Y/N counted as the third time, it wasn’t long before the young woman’s little sister approached her; the sixteen year old linking arms with the elder of the pair, and leaning into whisper. “Think you could get me a drink? Aunt Polly has be watching me like a bleeding hawk all evening, and I think it’s only fair that I get at least one hard drink. It is new years after all, Y/N/N.”

“No, you don’t need a drink.” Y/N dismissed her and her wanting of alcohol. “You’re not drinking tonight. Don’t you remember how you got at Christmas after a few drinks? We’re not having that replay.” She reminded her younger sister, who was to her junior about only four or five years. “Besides, I saw John slip you a few glasses of champagne anyhow. You’ve had your share.” She added with a grin, and Ada simply groaned in annoyance before watching her blue eyes sister’s gaze drift back to the woman their brother was dancing and evidently flirting with smoothly yet obviously. The bloody Shelby charm was a blessing yet a curse depending on what side you fell on.

Ada’s dark eyebrows creased at this, and she looked back towards her elder sister. “Is something the matter? You’re sitting here pouting and gazing longingly at that lady Tom’s with. He steal your friend away from you or somethin’?” Naturally Ada assumed they were friends as they arrived together and hadn’t parted until Tommy swooped in.

Y/N grumbled at that, taking a sip of her drink. “Something like that, I s’pose….” She mumbled in reply, every word coming out of her laced with bitterness of the situation. But what was Y/N meant to do? She couldn’t exactly have told her brother to piss off because she was smitten over Isla. She could only imagine his reaction. Tommy would blink at her dumbly for a few moments before disowning her ass right then and there. Y/N would rather have allowed him to steal Isla from her for the night than have that happen.

Half an hour after everyone left the tiny New Years party at the Garrison pub, hanging around the extra half hour in order to regain their own acknowledgement of the real world; Y/N found herself walking home with her brother that night, both hanging onto each other for dear life as they tried to find their way back home in one piece while drunk at one in the morning. This wasn’t new to the pair, but also was one of the most traumatic things they do together every so often. Isla had left with her sister around ten minutes before them, meaning neither Shelby was victorious of bringing her somewheres alone; but with how drunk everyone had gotten, it was for the best.

Trying to support one another’s weight while venturing home, tripping over one another and nearly yelling at each other while speaking. One must remember that this was 1913…. And Thomas Shelby wasn’t currently the Thomas Shelby that was the fierce leader of the notorious Birmingham street gang. The peaky blinders were formed, but during these early days, to most people they were just a bunch of school boys trying to be men and out dick whoever they came across. “Oi, get offa me fucking toes, ya fucking wanker.” Y/N hissed at her partner in crime when he trampled her feet whilst trying to walk.

“Fucking walk straight, and maybe we won’t run into each other.” He simply said. “I swear, the only thing you’re good for is introducing me to ladies…. Though, that Isla tonight seemed rather stuck up. Took a few free drinks and a few dances, and then went straight back to chatting with you before her sister came and collected her to go home.”

“Here’s an idea, brother, maybe she wasn’t in to you.” Y/N laughed, soon noticing they stumbled upon number six of watery lane, where both of the siblings were relieved to find one of them still had house keys on them so that they wouldn’t have to wake everyone up by banging on the door. Y/N would have felt most sorry for poor little Finn, as the five year only always got cranky when woken up loudly. “Can’t always steal every woman from me, can ya? I’m gonna win some every once in a while, you know.”

“Eh? The fuck do you mean?” Tommy turned his nose up to her absurd words, and Y/N blinked through her drunkenness and caught her own mistake.

“What do I mean by what?” Y/N naturally played dumb on it, soon shushing her brother loudly as he stumbled inside the house and crashed into the hallway table; making a loud thud noise. “Be quiet, for fucks sake, if we wake Finn Polly is going to have our asses!” She hissed at him.

Rubbing his shin where he had roughly bashed it against the table, Tommy momentarily grumbled beneath his breath before glancing back at his barely younger sister. “I know what you said. So what the fuck do you mean by it?” Tommy re-asked. “You a homosexual now or something?” He nearly laughed at that, finding his own words and joke absolutely hilarious in this moment of drunkenness.

“A homosexual? Of course not, Thomas. Don’t be absurd now.” She was quick to brush away his words. “But if you’re flirting with a woman, like fuck I’ll be her friend because as soon as you forget about them, that would make it far too awkward to have a friendship.” She lied easily through her teeth.

“‘M just saying, Y/N.” He shrugged at his sister. “If you were, I’m just gonna remind you that that shit is illegal. Be careful.”

And that was the last of that for the night, as both weren’t in the right minds to discuss such things. Y/N had gone up to her room not long afterwards, and her brother passed out on their aunt’s sofa. The only remaining siblings living in watery lane had been Finn, Ada, Y/N and Thomas. Even though Thomas was on the verge of moving away, but Y/N always stayed to assist with her two youngest siblings in order that Polly didn’t have the burden of them. The next morning hit Y/N’s head felt like a bloody train had crashed into it in the middle of the night and she felt like her entire body had been as well. This is why she only tended to get drunk on special occasions such as the New Years; she hated the aftermath of being so intoxicated. But at least she wasn’t the type to be bent over a toilet spewing up her guts all day.

After forcing herself out of bed, Y/N ventured downstairs into the oddly quiet home where there surprisingly wasn’t much talking other than a slight mutter coming in from the kitchen; where she could pin the voices to belong to her aunt and two elder brothers. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the chatting seemed to stop as she entered the kitchen. “G’morning, family.” She greeted before going straight to the cupboard where she knew her aunt kept teas and such, hoping that would help take away her booming headache.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Polly seemed to drawl her words whilst greeting her eldest niece, and her eyes shifted to her eldest nephews momentarily. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a fuckin’ log.” Y/N replied, grabbing the still hot kettle in order to make her tea. “A log that got hit by two trains, because let me tell you, Aunt Pol, I have never felt worst in my entire life. This is the exact reason why I tend to be the sober one.”

“Well are you sober enough to answer a question?” Arthur had asked bluntly, and Polly could be heard hissing at him to shut up and be nice.

Turning back around to face the small portion of her family while sipping on her heavily sugared tea, Y/N’s dark eyebrow raised and she was soon to give a shrug of her shoulders. “I suppose so. It’s only a hangover, after all. I’m sure I’ve had worst, and if not I’m sure there’s worst to come.” Y/N said lightheartedly, as her hangovers always would hurt like a bitch but never lasted more than a few hours.

Then, out of nowhere before anyone else could utter a word, her eldest brother spoke again. “Are you a fucking homosexual?” This caused Y/N to snort into her drink out of surprise, and have a bit of it go up into her nose; causing her to sputter and cough.

“Arthur Shelby!” Their aunt hissed at him, and he simply held her hands up in defence for a brief moment.

Once Y/N had stopped sputtering and coughing over her tea that had just burnt her nostrils due to the fact she inhaled some, she quickly wiped her face with a dish towel before looking at her eldest brother in astonishment. “Pardon me?”

“You heard the question just fine based on that reaction.” Arthur gave a small roll of his eyes. “Tommy said—“

Immediately, she was set off like a firecracker; just like the ones that had been set off for the new years last night. “Tommy fucking said, eh?!” She hollered. “Tommy fucking said what exactly?!”

“Tommy said that when the pair of you two came stumbling home last you, you were yapping about something along the lines of not being eager to introduce every woman you meet to him because you’d like to win her over once in awhile.” Polly added in. “So, Y/N, it’s a yes or no answer. Which is it?”

Y/N scoffed defensively. “Oh yes, because if I was homosexual, I would just be jumping at the bit to say so and get my arse disowned and arrested.”

This time, Tommy’s eyebrow raised. “Who said shit about disowning?”

“How the fuck else is it supposed to go?! Are you fucking dense in the head, brother?” Y/N asked rhetorically with a snap in her voice. This was not how she wanted her hungover morning to be spent. There was a sacred time during a hangover where the said person was left alone and in peace, and so far Y/N was experiencing no peace of the sort. “If someone likes the same gender, it is frowned upon. Might not be something they can necessarily change about themselves and it’s still frowned upon. Do you know why? Because it’s fucking unnatural. It’s always been unnatural and the moment I were to say, yes I like women more then men, then I would be fucked.”

Throwing his hands up in exasperation, Arthur spoke, “Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N, we don’t give a fuck what gender you like!” He spoke with irritation seeping from his gruff voice. “It was just a bleedin’ question out of curiosity!”

When she noticed Arthur’s irritation over the simple fact she was making a scene about it, as well as Polly’s growing smirk that she attempted to hide with her blue and white tea cup as she took a sip of the drink, plus Tommy’s unbothered stature as he leaned against the back cabinet whilst smoking a partially smoked cigarette, Y/N’s mouth snapped shut as she was just left blinking at the three family members. “Repeat that?” She asked.

“Look, is it unnatural? Sure it is. Aint exactly the most common thing in the world… You could get in real shit for it.” Tommy spoke up, shrugging his shoulders. “But you’re of fucking sister, Y/N. You were our sister yesterday, the day before that. Last month. Last year. You’re out fucking sister, and that isn’t about to change because of somethin’ like this. Ya hear me?”

Y/N ran up to her brother and hugged him incredibly tight at that. Probably in a tighter embrace than she had ever put someone in before. Tommy could only chuckle a bit and hug her back. “So that all it took, eh?” Y/N asked the room while pulling away from her elder brother, standing beside him with his arm over her shoulders, wiping tears from her eyes before they even had the chance to fall. “Just one slip of words while I was drunk?”

Polly gave an amused sigh of laughter before going back to reading the newsprint she had in front of her. “Oh no, dear, we’ve been suspecting things ever since Nancy McClougden.”

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Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts

Trigger Warnings: a lil bit of WWI angst.

Word Count: 1,510

Characters: Ada Shelby x Y/N, Thomas Shelby x Y/N

Requested: Yes by Anon, you can find it here +

Ada laughed as you waltzed around in one of Tommy’s old coats. It was one he’d kept from years ago, before everything went downhill. It had acquired quite a lot of dust on it until you’d found it in the attic that day. Causing you to sneeze every so often as you pranced around.

“Do the voice! Do the voice!” Ada yelled as you cleared your throat, doing the worst-yet best impression of your lifelong friend and lover.

“When I was in France…” You’d say, trying to make your voice reach a low octave as you folded your arms trying to look tough.

As you felt the soft fabric in your hands, you looked out the window, thinking back to all those happy moments with him, and Ada of course.

You’d been with the Shelby family practically all your life. You being the same age as their brother John, living right next door to them on Watery Lane.

You were there through all their hardships. Giving each of the boys a long hug before they left for the war.

To Arthur, you were like a sister. To Ada, well - you were her lifelong best friend. Her go to gossiper, glittery makeup tester, and her most trusted person. But to John and Tommy, you were their first crush.

John tried to get you first, trying to play with a ball on the streets in front of you. Forever trying to impress you with his sporting skills. Eventually you decided to engage in some games with him. And even sneakily sharing a kiss in the alley between your houses as alcohol flowed through both your veins one night. But you refused to go any further, knowing he wasn’t the one you yearned for.

In contrast with John, you rejected playing sports after a while. Opting for sitting down on the front steps, drawing life around you and often reading. Ada would come out too, shipping her best friend with the blue eyes blinder.

Tommy would see you from in the house, watching you go into your own little world as you’d draw and read. He seemed to be the only one that understood you, being a bit withdrawn himself, he’d sit with you and talk about anything, just to hear your voice. Just to see your smile. But he always liked Ada teasing you, cuz then he could hear your laugh which he thought about often.

Years later you’d come to find out he’d check out the same books at the library and stay up reading till sunrise, just so he’d know about the book and could talk about it with you.

But one day as you grew older, you had went off to school in London, making new friends and establishing yourself slightly. Thomas hadn’t gotten the courage to ask you out yet, but his letters always hinted at something more.

When news of the boys being drafted got out, you raced home, knowing it may be the last time you’d see the men you’ve grown to love. Hoping that maybe after the endless years of talking and confiding in each other, he’d admit the one thing he knew deep down. That Tommy loved you, and always had.

So before they left, he grabbed you by the waist pulling you into a kiss that only novels would dare to describe. Your eyes tearing up as he broke away from you in the alley. Oddly the same alley you’d shared your first kiss with John.

“I love you Y/N…I do. If I don’t make it back…just know I’ll always love you aye? Look out for Ada and Pol for me. I’ll write to you.” He said, wiping a tear away from your cheek as the rain started to pour. He looked at his pocket watch as you’d seen the once innocent and docile Thomas turn to a hard-faced man of stone. The fear that he could very well come home in a box plaguing his mind as he hugged you one last time.

“You’ll come back. I know you will. I love you.” You said through your tears, kissing him once more before he left for what felt like an eternity.

But you were right. He did come back. He was a different man, but he came back nonetheless.

It took a while for him to settle back into civilian life, as it did for his brothers and so many others. But you were the one person he could confide in. You felt as if you’d seen the hell he’d been through as he described it to you. He’d sit on the floor of his old room on watery lane with your head lying gently on his lap as he told you about what happened over there. Knowing he at least could tell you, and that you tried your hardest to understand. He’d often stroke your hair as he continued, pausing his story to wipe tears from his eyes and then from yours as he relived the darkest moments of his life. But he knew that as long as he had you, he was going to be okay.

Years later, he’d made sure of that though, seeing as you married him and officially joined the Shelby family. John was understanding through everything, he knew early on that Tommy had won you over, but he always cherished that first kiss. Not thinking anyone could top that until his wife Esme came along.

“Where’d ya go love?” Ada asked, snapping her fingers in front of you as you’d stared off, reminiscing about the past.

“You know where I was.” You said with a wink, as you continued staring out your window.

“You gonna wear that all night?” Ada asked, giggling as you’d realized you’d still had Tommy’s coat on. It fit you perfectly since it was from so long ago, but wearing it always brought you back.

“Y/N…” Ada said, pointing to the doorframe as your husband stood there quietly with a smirk.

“What? Just thought I’d try it on…Don’t I look cute?” You asked, your heart racing as you came back to reality. Knowing that you were with him, and that he was indeed okay. Damaged, but okay.

“Awe look at the love birds. Oi why didn’t we act like that Y/N?” John asked as he held his wife’s hand. They’d just came in your house unannounced like they often did these days, especially after the business started picking up.

“Fucking what?” Tommy asked, his gaze going from you to his brother in a split second.

“When was this?” He asked, letting you go as he loosened the cuff links on his shirt.

“I’m going to let you fight this one.” Ada said to you as she quietly left the room.

“Love. Sweetheart. It’s okay he’s talking about when we were kids. We shared a kiss in the alley one time when we were drunk. You’d been away with Johnny and Pol in the countryside.” You said quickly, a nervous laugh escaping as you watched your husbands jealousy turn to amusement.

“It was nothing more than that my love.” You said, reassuring the dashing man next to you with a kiss.

“Well it looks like I won in the end aye?” Tommy teased, calming down and sitting on the edge of his desk as you sat next to him. Intertwining your hands together and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“See? She’s always loved ya mate. But it’s alright cuz I found me a real showstopper aye?” John said, Esme drunkenly laughing at his side as he kissed her passionately.

“John…?” You asked, grabbing Tommy’s cigarette and taking a hit. His eyes on you as you blew smoke out your mouth, smirking. It was an unspoken thing you’d do often, but it made him weak at the knees every time.

“Yes?” John asked from the hall, Esme trying to drag him to the spare bedroom.

“Since you’ve both walked into my house like you own the place, can you two clean the room after you’re done?” You asked, Esme rolling her eyes as John looked at his friend.

“C’mon really?” He asked annoyed.

“Mhm. Maid is off tomorrow.” You said before turning back to Tommy. His eyes were on you as he glided his hands over your hips. A smile forming as he pulled you close.

“You know you’re the only one who can tell my brothers what to do?” He asked as you kissed him.

“Mhm. I’m your girl, so they have to do what I say right?” You said cheekily.

He blew a puff smoke out as he smiled at you, that knowing look in his eye as he led you to your all’s bedroom.

“Let me put this back.” You said taking off the coat, his hands stopping you midway through.

“Keep it. You look better in it love.” He said, kissing you as he took your hand, continuing to lead you to the bedroom. The coat soon becoming an afterthought as it lied along the mahogany floors.

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Never Deal With Demons ⎯  Bonnie Gold One-Shot

Pairings: Demon!Evil!Bonnie Gold x Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders MASTERLIST Word Count: ~ 2,600 Warnings: Cursing, violence, manipulation, poor take on demons and the like, mentions of blood, pain, abuse/etc, typical Peaky bullshit too SUMMARY: You only ever wanted happiness but now you’re trapped for life. This is my submission for @retromafia​‘s Supernatural Celebration!!

25. “You came to me, begging me for a contract!”

26. “You mean those weak, mortal friends? Why would you want to be with them when you can be with me?”

37. “Humans age and rot so easily, but don’t worry. With me, you’ll be perfect forever.”

3. “Do you like my horns?”

A/N The piece is merely inspired by the prompts above, some may be used. Others not. The underlined prompts are used word for word :)

You knew the rules and yet, you couldn’t help but bend them… okay that’s being nice, you fucking shattered them.

“If you do this you and I will be bonded for life.” His voice had been smooth, eyes gleaming red under the lamp as he smirked knowingly.

How could you decline his offer, eternal life… with him. It sounded too good to be true and yet… you felt your heart jump with excitement at the thought. He was stupidly beautiful, eyes dark and a bit deranged, hair curled at his ears, and god… his smile felt like a knife to the back.

Everyone—everyone knew not to go to him. He was crazy, insane, mental, mad, blah blah blah that didn’t matter anymore. How could he be seen as those things when in reality, he was so so sweet.

When you looked at him there was no evil, no ill intent—just him. Even if he had (apparently) done some horrifying shit, there was some sick part of you that liked that. You liked all of him. Despite his flaws, despite the agreement, you liked him.

That is until he started being a controlling asshole.

—

You went to him that first time in a moment of weakness, you were tired and beat down by life, needing relief. Demons were never someone a person just went to. The church preached that if you were ill enough to seek out demons then you were just as evil.

That part didn’t really bother you. But whenever you’d see the signs casting all non-humans as the enemy, it irked you. It was a new kind of prejudice and they couldn’t even see that. You weren’t raised by bad people, you could care less if someone were a vampire or werewolf, you’d met plenty of those growing up.

But demons on the other hand were much rarer. Not many stayed on Earth anymore, it was more dangerous than their home down under. There had always been the same one in your town, he’d been there for hundreds of years apparently.

Everyone knew the stories of how he’d lure in young people and eat them alive. That seemed like a lie but you were still wary. Despite not having ever met him, you’d seen him around. Just glimpses of pale skin and dark eyes.

He didn’t spend much time out of his estate (how it was acquired was unknown to you). It was a large looming house at the edge of town surrounded by miles of woods. Just the driveway alone was almost two miles.

That gave you a lot of time to think on the way there. You were encouraged not to go to him by your friends. “Go see the Jesus family instead, vampires are safer.” One said, another berated you altogether. Telling you how dumb the idea was in the first place.

“You’ve heard the stories of lost lives to that… fucking thing.”

Part of you wanted to listen but curiosity didn’t kill the cat on its own.

—

You remember the night you walked inside that old house, felt the power radiating off the walls. Your fingers skimmed along the wall as you stepped further inside. The furnishings were extravagant. There was no sound save for the occasional creak in the floor.

Something about the air felt so comfortable. You weren’t alone for long, he appeared in a shadow, teeth gleaming.

“Hello, you.” He’d been the first one to speak, you stared in awe.

You knew his name, you thought it was beautiful… fitting enough for a beautiful man.

When he finally showed himself your heart jumped out of your chest. How could evil personified be so… painfully gorgeous. He wasn’t even extraordinary to look at, but he was so pretty it hurt. Sprouting from beneath the darkness of his curled hair were short black horns. They gleaned in the candlelight as he stepped out from the shadow.

“I knew you’d come one day, welcome.” Even the way he moved enchanted you. “Make yourself at home, I’m sure you’ve come for a reason.” He crossed the room and sat on the couch that was placed in front of an unlit fireplace.

You were frozen in place, a statue. “Are you cold?” He leaned on the arm, looking at you over the back of the couch as he raised his hand. Your eyes widened as flames appeared above the logs. “Do you like my horns?” He wrapped a finger around one like it was a piece of hair.

The question caught you off guard, did you like them? You wondered the same yourself. Finding your voice proved to be more of an issue than answering. “Uh– yea, I… I suppose? I didn’t know you had horns.”

There it was, you saw how his eyes lit up.

“Come sit,” Your body moved before you comprehended the offer. “Why are you here?” The eye contact was too much, you had to look away. How could someone’s eyes be red and brown? It didn’t make any sense.

“I’m not too sure why.”

He laughed, “Yes you are,” He was right.

You knew exactly why you came to him. You were so incredibly bored with your life, it was the same cycle each day, there wasn’t an ounce of change. It was killing you.

That made your face grow hot, how he knew didn’t matter. It was the admission that embarrassed you more. “Yea.” You stared at the fire, “Is it true you kill people?”

He nodded, “I’ve killed lots of things.”

“Why?”

“It’s my nature and nature. Cycle of life and the like.” He was so casual, it unnerved you but it was hard to look away. “Or sometimes just because I could.” He shrugged.

“What happens if I say your name?” You wondered aloud, having heard plenty of stories about how a name holds power over demons. Something about some stupid balance.

A wicked smile grew on his face, “Oh, so you know about that, do you?” You nodded, “Sad that it’s just a rumor then.”

“What?” He nodded, “Damn, that seemed too good to be true I guess.” That made you painfully curious to say his name, you didn’t even know if it was his real name anyway. “So if I were to say it right now, nothing would happen?” You asked, a nod in response.

Your eyes met his as you muttered two words, “Bonnie Gold.”

That grin returned as he stared right back. “Sounds nice when you say it like that,” Bonnie looked away, “That’s not my real name, you know?”

“Really? What do you have, like, a demon name?” Your question wasn’t rhetorical, it was just a joke but Bonnie answered with a nod. “Huh.”

—

“Did you know that demons were sent to Earth in an experiment?” Bonnie asked, you shook your head. “To see how we’d get along with humans, I was one of the first sent down– well up.” He chuckled at the thought.

“What was that like?”

Bonnie’s eyes darkened, “Lonely.”

You knew you shouldn’t feel sympathy for him but it was hard not to. “I can’t imagine.” You spoke quietly, he was so close, so near it was overwhelming.

“Yes you can, I can see it in your eyes.” Bonnie put a hand on your cheek, it was cold but you didn’t mind.

How he’d seen through your facade of contentment was beyond you. What frightened you more was how soft his voice sounded when he said it.

“You could no longer be lonely with me. We could be lonely together, my love.”

Those words were so beautifully wrapped, covering the lies you’d soon uncover. Maybe it was naive to believe a demon of all things but at the time, it didn’t matter. He had consumed your hopelessness and turned it into happiness.

“With me, you’ll be perfect forever.” He ran a stray finger down your face, watching you closely as he did so. “Why grow old when you can always be young?”

“I’m not sure forever would be enough,” It sounded cheesy in your head and so much worse out loud. 

But Bonnie seemed to like that sentiment. “Just ask and it’s done, love.”

Your eyebrows knitted together, “Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

And so… you asked. You said the words he had been drawing out of you for weeks. You’d spent so much time with him in secret for fear of what your friends and family would say. Bonnie was much different around you, he was sweet and attentive. He would indulge your stupid questions and answer with real sincerity.

It was nice to be listened to.

Though sometimes… he’d sort of, slip up. You’d see flashes of the demon from the rumors. It didn’t really surprise you, just made you wary. 

“Can you make me everlasting?”

The question was simple enough, just five words and your fate was bonded with his. Unbeknownst to you, he had played you like a fiddle. All of the sweet smiles and laughter… it was fake. It was all a lie.

You saw his true colors that night you begged him to change you. Into what, you weren’t too sure, but it didn’t matter if it meant you’d be together forever. He explained it in half truths, always turning to distract you from asking too many questions.

And god it felt so stupid to have fallen for his obvious manipulation.

—

It wasn’t like you changed your mind right after he did it. No, you didn’t realize how he was slowly stifling you until years later. You too, became a part of the rumors about him. “He and his pet”, they’d say. You didn’t care about what they said until you realized how true that was.

You weren’t his equal, you were in the most technical sense; him. Bonnie made you from his own essence in turn making you into a half-demon. Your appearance remained the same save for that same red glint in your eyes and horns that mirrored Bonnie’s.

Bonnie was still sweet–for the most part. He had a temper and didn’t know how to manage his emotions, living with him soon became exhausting. Even with all of the perks of it, you began to notice how you longed for regular life again.

You missed your friends, Bonnie’s weren’t the best people. They all had what he did, a human turned demon companion… according to them, Bonnie was the last to “obtain” a human friend. That part irked you. But you saw how happy the others seemed, they genuinely loved their partner.

At one point, you loved him too but… it became too much. The changes inside your body made your emotions amplified and dizzying. It took ages to get used to it.

—

A decade later, you were as young as you were when you met Bonnie but your friends were not. You weren’t allowed to see them. You doubted they’d even want to see you after what you did. But you couldn’t help but watch over them from the shadows, some got married and had children, others moved out of the country. You found yourself becoming jealous of their mundane lives.

All they had to worry about was stupid inconsequential things like taxes or if they bought enough fruit to last them a week. If only someone had warned you. The irony of it all was that now that you had your taste of the supernatural, you wanted nothing more than to give it all back.

Bonnie told you it was irreversible, undoable, impossible to revert you back to being human without the time your body resisted crushing you. But at that point, you were too tired of it to not beg for him to do something.

—

“Am I not enough for you? I surely was when you begged me to turn you into one of us.” He spoke with venom, eyebrows pushed together in anger.

“I didn’t beg you to turn me! You bullied me into it! I just wanted to get to know you,”

Bonnie grabbed your wrists and pulled you close, “I did nothing of the sort, I just pushed you into the right direction.”

“Same difference, Bonnie.”

He scowled, “You came to me, begging me for a contract!” He suddenly pushed you away.

Your eyes grew wide, “No I didn’t! Stop lying! I am so sick of your lies!”

“What do you expect from a demon, child?” Bonnie sneered. He didn’t look like himself anymore, his face contorting at such a speed you could barely comprehend it.

“I know there’s a way to undo it, just please. Let me go, you can find another person who you will treat better I’m sure of it. I’m not right for you.”

Consoling him didn’t help anymore than screaming. If anything, it made him so much more angry.

His expression changed suddenly, “Please don’t leave me, I have no one. You know this.”

“You have hundreds if not thousands of friends.”

You saw a sliver of the sweet persona he put on when you met. His eyes softened and he looked heartbroken that you’d even ask to get away.

“You are all I have.” Bonnie’s eyes stayed on yours, it was impossible to look away, “Why do you think I jumped on the opportunity to make you like me? You’re perfect in every way, perfect for me.” His gaze was so heavy, you felt like you were being compressed into a small room.

He got a hold of your face, “If I’d known you were unhappy, I’d have done this long ago.” You didn’t understand as he tightened his grip on you, it hurt so bad. “You are not going anywhere.”

Something inside you changed, he was beautiful again. An angel… you wanted to laugh at the thought but he held you in place. Bonnie smiled and looked at your face, watching you carefully. “You will stay with me.”

Flashes of his anger and manipulations showcased in your brain. You set your jaw, trying your hardest to fight against his compulsion. It was how he’d gotten you so easy but you couldn’t leave. You physically couldn’t, even if you despised the man in front of you, your body had more power over your mind.

His eyes hardened into the blackest of blacks, dried blood. It was painfully ironic how things played out. “You want to stay with me.” Bonnie’s grip on the back of your neck was bruising as you felt sweat begin to trail down your forehead.

You felt like you were being choked but your throat was untouched. It was like all air had been sucked out of the room and your lungs. Painful gasping sounds were all you could respond with. Your eyes bulged out of your head as his words changed the very framework inside your brain.

It was like someone had taken a melon baller to all the hatred and contempt you held against Bonnie Gold and began scooping it out. The pain was like nothing else, burning and hot but you were ice cold. It was (ironically) hell. 

Bonnie only watched with a sick fascination as a curious smile grew on his face as you calmed down.

“How’d we get here, Bonnie?” You wondered, confused as to what happened, “My head feels horrible, god.”

He offered that same sweet smile of his, “You hit your head, dove. That’s all.”

“I thought demons couldn't get hurt.”

A laugh, “Yea, but you aren’t a full demon.” He held your cheek sweetly and you couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. “Not yet at least.”

[wandaswifeyforlifey]

Leave // M.G

A/n: Jeez, it's been ages since I wrote (and posted) a fic! I thought I'd do a short one for Michael Gray and, of course, it's going to be angsty. This was actually pretty fun to write as I surrounded the whole thing on one prompt. Anyway, enjoy!

Summary: You'd always had your suspicions that Michael was seeing other women and the answer became abundantly clear once you'd asked him about it.

Ship: Michael Gray x Reader

Prompt: Angst 15 - You don't get to call me that.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating

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You had been close with Michael Gray ever since he was Henry Johnson. That closeness smoothly developed into romance during your teenage years and eventually, marriage arose. For the first few years, it had been heaven. You were his and he was yours. There was the thrill of being a Peaky Blinder alongside the excitement of a new marriage and it seemed to be perfect. Until Michael’s old habits came back.

The snow. The sex. The alcohol. However, it seemed like it all came back ten times worse. Every time you spoke to him you could smell the whiskey in his breath or a little bit of white powder on his nose. The sex, on the other hand, seemed to become distant between the two of you and Finn let it slip that he had seen Michael with women in his office when he was drunk in the Garrison. This seemed to strike a nerve in you so you decided to talk to him about it. Maybe it was a misunderstanding? Or drunk rambling from Finn? There were many reasonable explanations that would leave both of you satisfied but you had this gut-wrenching feeling that none of them were true.

“Michael, dear, I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while about something,” you said softly, catching him before he left for work. You sensed him tense slightly despite his hungover state.

“Yes?” he responded without turning around. You took a moment before you spoke, the silence so loud.

“Have you been seeing other women?... Whores?” the words left your mouth in a strangled manner, foreshadowing tears. But no. You couldn’t do that. If it were true, you couldn’t show that it hurt you.

“Y/n…” he said, finally turning to look at you. His tone said it all. Now it was your turn to look away, “Darling, please look at me I-”

“You don’t get to call me that anymore. Leave my house.”

Somehow, it still hurt to hear him admit it, nevertheless indirectly.

Suspicions about him sleeping with others had always been in the back of your mind but, unfortunately, the thoughts decided it was their turn to take the spotlight. Michael Gray had broken your heart, now it was time to break him apart, in any way you could.

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[mercurygray]

Friends! I have a lot of things to celebrate - The Darkening Sky is turning TWO this year, and I've just recently passed one thousand followers, so I decided I could have a little party, to celebrate.

Longtime readers of this blog will know that I love a prompt list, so to mark the occasion, I've made one of my own - a Things You Said list.

Pick a prompt from the list below and, using one of the fandoms, frequent characters, or OCs usually on this blog, you can create something to share! This could be a fic,  moodboard or graphic, gifset, or another creative outlet of your choice. Then, when you're done, tag me and I'll share it here!

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in the dark ( @wexhappyxfew ) in the aftermath ( @thoughpoppiesblow​ ) under a bridge for comfort with intent to harm ( @hederasgarden​) in the shade of a tree ( @parajumpboots ) where the water was loud  ( @captainkilly ) out of anger ( @vikingstrash ) out of fear when I wasn't listening when I was gone ( @rubinecorvus ) where everyone could hear where no one could hear when I wasn't meant to hear ( @shoshiwrites ) that you regretted after when we were afraid ( @the-scariest-librarian ) when we were in danger ( @encomium-emmae) when one or more of us was drunk after the storm had passed to comfort me far away from all of it ( @serasvictoria) when we woke while we slept with our bodies and not our voices when we were close together ( @tortoisesshells​ ) when the world was ending ( @chocolatecheesecake ) things you didn't say at all ( @oldshrewsburyian )

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[evita-shelby]

I posted 5,675 times in 2022

That's 5,675 more posts than 2021!

707 posts created (12%)

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#op idk if you know how form fitting men's costumes are but once i couldn't concentrate on a youtube bootleg ballet from how tight some were

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#5

I love all of your work. I keep trying to imagine dad tommy from fic where his little girl comes home declaring she's got a boyfriend, and him panicking because she's like 6 and he can't scare the little boy without having his wife (the reader) chewing his head for it.

Omg thank you 😊

Okay for context, Florence was born in 1929 and is reader and Tommy’s youngest child (and his favorite of all four).

And i felt the prompt went better by being from Tommy's pov to focus more on Tommy and Florence’s relationship.

Other shelby children: Charlie and Gabriel (the Shelby Boys) and Diane (Diane Elizabeth)

Six years old

Gif by @samcoving

"Who's your new friend, Flora?" Tommy asked his youngest as he kissed the top of her head and then took his place at the head of the dinner table.

Frankly, Tommy thought it wholly unnecessary that they were using the large dining room they use to host gatherings instead of the more private family dining room.

But Florence Eleanor Shelby had demanded a dinner party for tonight, so he dressed for dinner and promised his wife not to overreact when he learned why.

A promise his wife had bet three shillings he'd break before the first course.

"My boyfriend." She beamed at him.

It took everything in him not to spit the water he had been drinking. He was going to need a drink, but Y/N had a strict don't drink in front of the children or I'll have your guts for garters, or so help me God, Thomas Michael Shelby policy.

"Hello, sir, I'm Andrew Roberts, pleasure to meet you." The little boy said courteously and waited until Tommy acknowledged him to resume eating.

Because in the pantomime that is life, his little girl attached herself to the son of Billy Kimber’s accountant.

Can't scare the boy, can't be rude or else Roberts will see it as a provocation, so he acts like this is just another friend his favorite child has brought over.

"I'm gonna marry him, daddy." Six-year old Florence tells him and you make it worse by indulging her in this fantasy.

The last thing he wants is for one of his children to marry young like his parents and the John did.

"But the girl is six," his wife’s says, "you're worrying for nothing."

"You're wrong, love," he tells her later once the dinner is over.

Six turns to eleven and she and Andrew remain thick as thieves.

She was bold, bolder than her best friend, the Princess Margaret, and Andy Roberts is shy and cautious like Tommy can assume his father was.

Calls him her boyfriend still, and he reminds Y/N that its way past being a phase.

"They're children, Tom" she shakes her head even as she does some last minutes things on the children's matching costumes.

Eleven turns to sixteen and Andrew nervously asks him for permission to ask Florence to a dance.

He has a shotgun on his lap when he gives the teenage boy his answer.

Florence locks herself in her room in tears and his wife shakes her head. "There's no harm in a dance. If you don't let her go, she'll just escape through the window and steal the car again."

So he listens to his wife and the next morning he apologized to his daughter and made her promise she wouldn't do anything stupid.

Sixteen turns to twenty three and they've been featured in everything from Tabloids to Time Magazine as the United Kingdom's entrepreneurial power couple.

Florence had invited them to a dinner party at her place in Mayfair. She had news and she had made him swear on the lives of his five grandchildren (by his three older children) not to overreact.

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#4

As Many Types of Love as There are Hearts

Reader Insert Masterlist

Accepting requests for Tommy, Arthur, John, Finn and even Luca Changretta

Title taken from a quote in Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

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Gif by @blankkstuff

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#3

Can I request a tommy shelby x wife!reader where tommy has a business associate at the house and they learn that tommy may have the power in the rest of Birmingham but at Arrow House Mrs. Shelby is in charge and both the business associate and her husband are trying to be serious and intimidating but she's just bringing them tea and biscuits because 'no you cannot have whiskey, there are young children in this household' and the guy looks at tommy like 'what' and he like has this look on his face like 'don’t look at me, she's in charge here'

Tea and Biscuits

The children are my oc shelby children my oc Eva has with Tommy.

Gif by @sophieshelby

Usually Tommy made sure all business meetings took place when the children weren’t home.

That you had forgotten your husband was going to have a meeting today with Churchill was a fluke.

You usually check his planner and make sure he never finds out you lied and told the school headmaster that the children had come down with something and needed a four day weekend. This time you had completely forgotten as you planned an impromptu trip to London to surprise your husband.

Had a house there now, with how often Tommy is here and how big your family has gotten it made sense to have a lovely townhouse near Downing Street instead of a suite at a hotel.

The house came with an office for your husband and four bedrooms for the children so Charlie doesn’t fight with Gabe nor Diane fight with Florence.

“Flor, sweetheart, why don’t you go upstairs.” You tell your youngest child, Florence, a girl of four.

“But I want to play in daddy’s office, mummy.” She whined and you know that won’t be the end of it.

“You can come later when daddy is done with his meeting, love.” Tommy assures her before handing her off to you.

When your daughter’s bedroom door slams with just a hint of displeasure, you turn to him. “She’s plotting something, make sure not to drink, I caught her trying to pour some of your whiskey on a glass and pretend she was you. Last thing we want is for Florence to really get sick.”

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#2

Fics wth dad Tommy are my weakness Can i have one with him fathering his boys across the years, sometimes he does well, other times not so much. But his wife is always there to make sure that her boys are good to each other and take care of one another because that's how a shelby family work.

The Shelby Boys

Gif by @perioddramasource

1925

Charlie is three when he draws on the pristine ivory walls of Arrow House.

Tommy crouched down beside him and remembered he couldn’t be too harsh on a boy of three. He wouldn’t raise his children like his parents raised him. Besides, his wife would murder him if he ever raised a hand against Charlie and his unborn sister.

“What did we say about drawing on the walls, Charlie?” he asked the boy who concentrates on his stick figure portrait as if he were Michelangelo and this was his Sistine chapel.

“Not to.” The boy said stopped his drawing. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

“Oh no, boy, the one you’re going to have to apologize to is Frances ---and Sandra and Molly--- who have to erase your masterpiece of the walls.” Tommy ruffled his hair.

“What’s that?” the boy asks confused.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can go downstairs to the room where your mum keeps all the paintings, so I can show you.”

----

1935

“No.” Tommy shook his finger at three-year-old Gabriel who promptly ignores him.

“What did we say about the N word?” his wife asks condescendingly. She mocks him because little Gabe has learned to tune out the word no.

Charlie and Diane had been angels compared to Gabriel Thomas Shelby.

Polly had been right to give the boy his name.

“We don’t draw on the walls, Gabe.” Tommy tried again.

“Why?” the toddler whined, stamping his little feet.

Thomas swore that was his son’s favorite word.

“Because Aunt Polly will be disappointed in you.” He tells his little boy. Polly was the closest thing they had to a grandmother, neither he nor his wife had a living mother to dote on their children, so it fell on Polly to fill the role.

“’m sorry.” His little boy pouted sadly and looked at the floor. Couldn’t say it properly yet, and that was probably what made it so easy for Gabe to be forgiven so easily.

----

1932

Charles Henry Shelby is ten when he says the unimaginable.

“I hate you!” Charlie yells and slams the door.

“Charles Henry, you open this door right now—” he begins, but his wife stops him.

“If you yell at him, it will make it worse.” She says like a sage.

A sage holding their two-year-old girl on her hip and making sure the six- and five-year-old go straight into the kitchen for snacks.

His wife was born to be a mother he thinks.

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My #1 post of 2022

If you’re still taking requests could you do a tommy shelby x reader where the reader has a reputation of being sweet and kind and she helps everyone and tommy is super protective of her and (while he knows she a sweetheart) is sort of unaware of this reputation she has and 1: Some young kid approaches her in the garrison all nervous because she’s sitting with the Shelby clan but he really needs to return this vase that the reader gave his mom flowers in or 2: these tough guys approach reader (with tommy present) and at first Tommy’s on edge only to find out they’re super friendly with his girl because ‘hey, it’s y/n, who took care of my grandma when she was ill’

The Meek Shall Inherit the World

I saw your request and went yes to both choices lol

They made the unlikeliest of couples, (Y/N) was a gentle soul and meek as a lamb while Thomas Shelby, was Thomas Shelby.

Even Grace had backed off when she realized you, the person who once helped her clean her rented room, were engaged to the man she had developed an infatuation for.

When the Lees planned their attack, they hadn’t expected for the two of you to be making out in the kitchen like horny teenagers.

It was the unlikeliest of stick ups, but you knew them and they knew you.

Something that left Tommy with enough time to plan a peaceful resolution with the Lees.

You knew Johnny Dogs had a little girl of three with a troublesome rash that worried his wife, you knew that Esme Lee’s brother had been grateful when you brought his sister home after she ran away into the woods when everyone came home from France except for her intended, you knew the little boy the used to get into the shop had a granny who loved daisies and you knew whatever they were planning to do to your fiancé and his family would not happen on your watch.

“I don’t know much about these things, but I think this is a sign that there’s a rational way to go about this.” You said standing between your soon to be husband and the men here to kill him.

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