#peaky blinders

[borgialucrezia]

How many fathers, right, how many sons, yeah, have you cut, killed, murdered, fucking butchered, innocent and guilty and sent them straight to fucking hell ain' ya? Just like me! You fucking stand there. You judging me, stand there, and talk to me about crossing some fucking line?

peaky blinders — 3x06 created by steven knight

[cillianmurphysdimples]

I swear, series one Tommy was a different type of sex.

[queenshelby]

Siblings (Part Two)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Half!Sister

Warning: Incest

After thinking about your kiss with Tommy all night, the following day was filled with a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety. You could hardly concentrate at the betting den—the chatter of patrons faded into a dull hum as your thoughts drifted back to that moment. Each time you tried to focus, your mind wandered back to the warmth of Thomas's lips against yours, the way he had held you close, how his fingers had tangled in your hair.

"You alright, love ?" Ada leaned against the doorframe of the betting den, her brow furrowed with concern. "You've been distant all day. Something on your mind?"

You forced a smile, trying to shake off the weight of your thoughts.

"Just a lot on my plate, you know?" you shrugged, avoiding her inquisitive gaze.

Ada stepped closer, crossing her arms with an eyebrow raised. "You asked Tommy to give you more responsibilities, and he has done exactly that," she said, tapping her foot as if expecting an elaboration.

You sighed, glancing around the dimly lit room. The vibrant colors of the betting slips and the sounds of laughter felt distant, almost as if they belonged to another world, one you no longer inhabited.

“I know and it's not that. I like that he has given more responsibilities even after the incident at the docks , but it's everything else on top of that," you admitted, rubbing the back of your neck.

Ada narrowed her eyes, folding her arms tighter across her chest. “Everything else? You’re not talking about Isiah, are you? Because I’ve heard some whispers, Y/N.”

You shifted uncomfortably, the mention of Isiah sending a pang of guilt through you. “No , it’s not him.” You shook your head, trying to mask the heat rising in your cheeks. “It’s more about—”

“About Tommy, then?” Ada interjected, her voice serious. "Has he been too overprotective again?" she asked and you couldn't help but bite your lip, debating whether to confide in her about last night.

“No, no," you stammered, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. “Tommy is fine. He's been good," you said, your voice wavering as you avoided Ada's penetrating gaze just as Tommy himself walked into the den.

The door swung open with a creak, and he stepped inside, his demeanor cool and collected, but the moment he caught your eyes, a flicker of something unnameable passed between you You could feel your heartbeat quicken as Thomas’s piercing blue gaze locked onto yours. It was as if the world around you faded, leaving only the two of you standing amidst the bustling crowd of gamblers in the dim light. The sound of shouts from patrons and the clinking of coins transformed into a mere background hum as Thomas approached you, his movements steady and purposeful.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low and intense. “Can we talk?" he asked, motioning you to follow him into his office.

You nodded, your stomach tightening as you fell into step behind him, weaving through the throng of gamblers. The energy in the room thrummed with excitement, but it felt distant—your focus remained on Thomas as he led you through the narrow corridor behind the betting den. The walls were lined with slips of paper and faded photographs of past winnings, a testament to the life that thrived in this chaotic world of chance and risk. The air smelled of tobacco and sweat, an intoxicating aroma that only seemed to amplify the tension building between you and Thomas.

He pushed the door to his office open and stepped inside, motioning for you to follow. The room was small, cluttered with papers, and the dim light cast long shadows across the wooden desk. An oil lamp flickered to life as you stepped into the room, illuminating the corners filled with neatly stacked ledgers and half-finished notes.

“Close the door,” Thomas instructed, his tone commanding yet soft, as he leaned against the desk, exuding an air of authority that both intimidated and excited you.

You hesitated for just a moment before shutting the door behind you, the click echoing in the small space as you turned to face him. The tension in the room thickened, as if the air itself held secrets.

“I wanted to talk about last night,” Thomas began, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension. You could see the way he braced himself, posture taut, as if preparing to confront an enemy instead of to have a conversation with you. You felt your heart race, anticipation prickling your skin.

"Okay," you replied, attempting to sound calm, though you could feel the heat creeping back into your cheeks.

Thomas pushed himself off the desk, his eyes locked onto yours with a mix of intensity and uncertainty.

"About the kiss," he said, the words hanging heavy in the air between you. You swallowed hard, holding your breath as you prepared for the conversation that could change everything.

"Yes, that," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. The reality of the moment settled in, and you could feel the weight of his gaze as he stepped closer, invading your personal space.

"I need you to understand something," Thomas said, his tone firm yet cautious. “What happened between us... it wasn't something I took lightly," he continued, his blue eyes piercing through the dim light. "You're my sister, and I don’t want to cross any boundaries that should never be crossed."

You couldn't help the security of his words. It almost felt defensive.

“Tommy, I asked for it,” you replied, your voice steadying as you took a small step forward, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

Thomas's brow furrowed slightly in confusion, his expression tense. “That doesn’t make it right,” he argued, but there was a flicker of conflict in his eyes. "I was wrong to have agreed to it. I was drunk and it shouldn’t have happened.”

“But it did happen, Tommy,” you insisted, your heart racing as you tried to maintain eye contact. “And I don’t regret it."

Thomas leaned back slightly, a mixture of frustration and disbelief washing over his features. “I am your fucking brother,” he exclaimed, his voice rising as the tension in the room became thick enough to slice. "And it can't happen again," he repeated, his tone a mixture of desperation and resolve.

"Understood," you replied, forcing a calmness into your voice that you didn’t quite feel. The reality of his words hit you like a punch to the gut. But then again, it made sense of course. It could not happen again. He was your brother and you knew it was wrong.

......

Following that conversation with Tommy that day, over the next two weeks, you kept your distance from him, your once easy camaraderie replaced with a hesitant tension that lingered in the air whenever he was around.

You watched him as he invited Lizzie Stark to join him at the betting den one evening, her laughter ringing through the air like a melody that you couldn't tune out. Each laugh echoed painfully in your chest, a reminder of what could never be and of the consequences of that one impulsive kiss which, somehow, made you think differently about your brother.

You pretended that it didn’t bother you, him sleeping with whores, but the truth was it gnawed at you. Each time Lizzie leaned closer to him, laughing a bit too loudly, you felt a sharp twist of jealousy that you couldn't shake and that you shouldn't have in the first place.

But in your twisted dreams at least, Thomas was yours, in a way that was beyond reason and it was in those dreams that you came up with a plan to confront your feelings head-on. If Thomas insisted on avoiding the tension that hung between you, then perhaps you needed to make a decisive move, one that would either strengthen what you had or put an end to the silent battle raging inside you.

.......

Thus, one night, when you knew he was home, you quietly knocked on the door of his small bedroom, the sound muffled by the heavy wooden door. The house was silent except for the soft rustle of the wind outside and your heart pounding in your chest, loud enough that you could almost hear it over the quiet of the house. You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering in the air before finally settling against the door.

“Tommy,” you called softly, hoping your voice would carry through the wood, knowing he was inside.

The minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness until you heard the faintest shuffle from the other side. The door creaked open, revealing Thomas, wearing no more than his undergarments.

The flickering candlelight from the hallway cast shadows across his chiseled torso, illuminating the faint scars etched into his skin—remnants of battles fought, both on the fields and within himself. His blue eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, surprise mingling with something deeper—an emotion that felt both familiar and foreign.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the quiet hallway. He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, an unmistakable mixture of curiosity and caution flaring in his gaze.

“What is it?” he asked, his brows lifting slightly, a hint of wariness creeping into his expression.

"I can't sleep ," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I thought maybe we could... talk?" The words came out more like a question, but the vulnerability in your gaze seemed to shift something in Thomas’s demeanor.

He stepped back, inviting you in with a subtle nod, the door swinging wider as you slipped inside the dimly lit room. The air felt charged, laden with the history and tension that had built up between you since that fleeting, electric moment when the line between siblings and something more had blurred.

“Sit,” Thomas said, gesturing toward the edge of his single frame bed. You perched on the edge of the bed, the worn fabric of the blanket cool against your skin, and it felt as if the world outside had faded away.

Thomas sat down beside you, the bed creaking softly beneath his weight as he turned to face you, his expression unreadable. The tension in the air thickened, and you felt your heart race, a mix of anxiety and determination swirling within you.

“Did something happen?” Thomas asked, his gaze steady on yours. The softness of his expression made your heart clench. It flickered with concern.

“No, nothing happened,” you replied hastily , shaking your head as you struggled to meet his gaze. The truth was, everything had happened, and it surged inside you like a storm.

Thomas shifted closer, the tension radiating off him palpable as he tilted his head slightly, trying to catch your gaze. The air between you felt charged, thick with unspoken words and feelings that demanded to be addressed.

“Then why are you here?” he asked, his voice harsh.

“Because I need to talk about us,” you said, finally meeting his gaze.

The room felt as if it had closed in around you, yet the intensity in his eyes fueled your resolve.

“There is nothing to talk about, Love. There is no us," he said, the finality in his voice echoing in the small room.

“Is that how you really feel?” you pressed, your heart heavy with the weight of his words. “Because I can’t shake off what happened between us, Tommy. It felt real to me and I want to be close to you, in that intimate way," you finished, your voice barely above a whisper, a shaky breath escaping your lips as you braced yourself for his response.

For a heartbeat, silence enveloped the room, stretching into a taut wire of unspoken tension. You could see the indecision in his eyes flickering like a candle’s flame, battling against the darkness of what he understood to be right.

“Y/N,” he finally said , his voice low and strained, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. "You need to understand the danger in this."

“Danger? Tommy, I’m not a child!" You narrowed your eyes, frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I know the consequences. I’ve seen how you navigate this world and I know that no one could ever know about us. I’m not naïve."

Thomas inhaled sharply, the conflict dancing in his eyes like a flame caught in a tempest.

“Y/N," he muttered, running a hand through his hair, an act of frustration. “You are my fucking sister," he repeated, his voice steady but laced with an intensity that made your heart race.

“I am your sister, but tell me that you don't want me too, Tommy. I see the way you have been looking at me ever since we kissed," you challenged, leaning in slightly, searching his eyes for the truth beneath the conflicted layers.

Thomas’s expression hardened for a moment, the weight of your words hanging in the air like smoke from a smoldering fire. His jaw tightened, and you felt the room grow heavier with the unspoken tension crackling between you.

"One time, Tommy," you pressed, your voice unwavering. "I trust you and I want you to be my first," you told him and Thomas inhaled sharply, the weight of your words hitting him like a physical blow.

His eyes searched yours, straddling the line between anger and desire, a tempest of emotions swirling within him. His breath hitched slightly as he processed your words, a slow realization dawning alongside the flicker of something primal in his gaze.

“Tomorrow night, at the Midland Hotel," he finally replied, his voice low and thick with tension.

A rush of exhilaration and fear surged through you at the thought. “You mean—”

“Yes, Love," he confirmed, his voice thick with a gravity that sent shivers down your spine. A palpable tension crackled in the air as the weight of his words settled between you, transforming the small bedroom into something sacred, a space where two tangled souls dared to confront their desires amidst the chaos of the world outside.

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[normalbrothers]

Dad vs. Mother

[brummiereader]

@randomcreator-09 i hope you enjoy my little stories 🥰!

Fan of Peaky Blinders and anything old and dusty (including men) . Join me as i try my hand at writing fanfiction for Tommy Shelby. Please be aware that most of my stories have dark themes or lots of angst. Feel free to ask me anything, I love comments and messages!

Brummie xxx

Peaky Blinders series:

A Ghost Of A Man (completed series)

Killing Me Softly (Dark!Tommy) (completed series)

Hopelessly Devoted (completed series)

Don't Fear The Reaper (Dark!Tommy) (on hold)

Unchained Melody (completed series)

Uptown Girl (completed series)

Binding Love (Dark!Tommy) (ongoing series)

Peaky Blinders one shots:

Happy Birthday Love (Dark!Tommy)

Third Time Lucky (Dark! Polly)

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not (Dark!Tommy & Yandere! Arthur)

No Son Of Mine

Other creations:

Every good girl needs a little thug (Shelby Brothers/ Video)

The gold locket from "A Ghost Of A Man"

Pierced By Cupid (Heaven & Arthur From HYE/ Video)

(Masterlist banner created by the lovely Alex @cillmequick 🩷)

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[archiveofhyperfixation]

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[tommyshelbysgoodgirl]

Need this mf to fuck my throat so hard I can’t breathe or even speak in the morning then when he comes deep down my throat that shi better leak out my nose😭🥰🤭

[heeahheeya]

When a man falls in love with a woman, he ALWAYS misses and searches her no matter she has done to him.

Do you know it was a fine speech you made in there, about this company believing in equal rights for women. 

[cillmurphyslover]

[queenshelby]

The Peaky Role (Part Two)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Best Friend's Dad

Several days later...

It was a Saturday afternoon, at around 4 o'clock, after drama class, that you went to visit Nina at her house in one of Dublin's most charming neighborhoods, where ivy clung eagerly to the brick fronts and flowering trees bowed under the weight of the blossoms.

After ringing the doorbell, you waited patiently and, after a minute or so, Nina's father, Cillian, opened the door, his face momentarily betraying surprise before settling into a warm smile.

"Hey Y/N," he said and you were a little surprised to see him since you knew that he had moved out of the family home around nine months ago.

Him and his wife Danielle, Nina's mother, had been trying to navigate the rocky waters of their marriage and, as Nina had called it, were taking a break but, clearly, this break had not turned into something permanent yet. He was here now after all and you knew that this must have stood for something at least.

"Hey Cillian," you stammered, trying to shake off your surprise. "It's nice to see you," you then said, forcing a casual tone. The familiar blue of his eyes still held that confident gleam, even under frayed edges.

With him not living at home anymore, you had not seen your friend's father for almost six months now as he had been busy filming. After the Oscars, his schedule was packed with events, interviews, and projects, leaving little room for anything else.

Even your father had not seen his best friend a lot during this time and you were somewhat taken by how grey his hair had turned in such a short span, though it only added to his charm.

“I assume you are here for Nina?” Cillian leaned against the door frame, smiling handsomely.

“Yeah,” you replied, glancing into the living room where the soft sounds of music floated in the air. “I just wanted to hang out with her for a bit.”

He nodded and stepped aside. “She’s upstairs, in her room," he told you and you stepped inside, taking in the familiar chaos of Nina's world.

"Thanks," you murmured, closing the door behind you.

The living room was untouched—a stark contrast to the organized chaos of Nina’s usual mess. Cillian and Danielle had three children together and the remnants of family life still loomed large in the clutter.

A half-eaten bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table beside an open script. 'The Story of Thomas Shelby' it said on the cover of it and, whilst you hadn’t meant to peek, your curiosity tugged at you.

"Have you learned your lines yet?" you asked as you plucked the script from the table, scanning the text with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

Cillian chuckled softly, pushing his hands into his pockets. “Some of them," he said and, just before he could ask you about this new role of yours, in the very same movie, you both heard Nina bounding down the stairs, her hair bouncing playfully as she descended.

"There you are!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around you in a quick embrace. “I thought you’d ditch me for your boyfriend again ,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Hardly,” you laughed, nudging her shoulder playfully. “You know I would pick our friendship over any guy, even my boyfriend.”

Cillian chuckled, shaking his head mockingly. “Smart girl,” he replied, crossing his arms. “Boys are trouble. Isn't that right, Nina?”

"Jesus dad," Nina groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Can’t you just, I don’t know, be a little less emberassing when I have a friend over?” Nina asked, and Cillian feigned innocence, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“I thought embarrassing you was part of my job description,” he quipped, gaining a playful glare from Nina. “Despite, I am just sharing my wisdom, sweetheart. You’re free to ignore it.”

"Okay dad," Nina said, exasperated yet amused, rolling her eyes again before turning towards you. “Let's go upstairs," she then said as she pulled your arm, leading you up the stairs and away from Cillian's amused smirk.

Once inside her room, the door clicked shut, cutting off the sounds of the music from below.

Nina flopped onto her bed, throwing her limbs out as if to claim the space. Her room, a kaleidoscope of posters and bright-colored cushions, felt alive—almost as if the walls themselves were chattering about the countless dreams and secrets shared within.

"Does your dad live here again now?" you wondered out loud as Nina rolled over, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Yepp, he moved back in two weeks ago," Nina sighed, a mix of relief and concern crossing her face. "Mom’s still being... well, Mom, but they’re trying."

You nodded, sensing the strain beneath her words. "Trying? How's that working out for them?" you asked, cautious to dive deeper after all that happened between them just over nine months ago.

"Fine, I guess," Nina shrugged, the weight of her emotions resting heavily on her furrowed brow. “They go to counseling every Thursday. Mom says it’s progress, but honestly? The tension is still everywhere in the house. You can feel it, like a storm waiting to break.”

"That sounds tough," you said softly, picking at a loose thread on your jeans. "I can't imagine what it’s like to navigate that. I mean, my parents' divorce felt like the world was turned upside down."

Nina nodded, her expression shifting into a contemplative frown. “Yeah, it’s like walking on eggshells sometimes,” she admitted, her gaze drifting to the window where branches swayed gently in the spring breeze.

"And I think dad moved back in because of my little sister as she was really struggling with all of it." Nina sighed, the weight of concern creeping into her voice. "You know that she was caught drinking at a party last month? Dad was furious. They had a massive argument, and I think he felt like he needed to come home to take control of the situation."

You leaned forward, encouraging Nina to share more of her thoughts. “But he is going to be away filming again in five weeks,” you pointed out, shifting your weight as you watched her expression twist between frustration and confusion.

“Yeah, exactly,” she huffed, throwing her head back dramatically. “But by then, hopefully, it will all be sorted out and, apparently, he is coming home every weekend, which is better than nothing, I guess,” Nina said, a hint of hope conflicting with her guarded expression. “But who knows, right?”

She fell silent for a moment, and the room hummed with unspoken thoughts. “I never knew why they broke up in the first place," Nina then continued, her gaze focused on a poster that hung crookedly on the wall.

“Mom always kept it vague,” she said, twisting a strand of hair around her finger. "It was all about 'space' and 'needing to find themselves,' whatever that means," Nina continued, the frustration in her voice palpable. “But I saw how much it hurt him so part of me is happy that they are back together," her voice trailed off, the conflict in her emotions evident.

You nodded, understanding the tumult of loyalty she must have felt. You had been there too, many years ago, but couldn't offer a solution to her emotional quagmire.

“Do you think it’s really genuine?” you asked, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. “Or just temporary while they sort out this... whatever this is?”

Nina sighed again, her brow furrowing further. “I wish I knew, honestly. Sometimes it feels like they’re just pretending because they don’t want to hurt us. Like a game they have to play for our sake,” she said, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “But then again, they are trying so hard and I hope that they really find each other again before it’s too late," Nina said before wanting to change the topic.

"Now, what about James?" Nina’s gaze sharpened, an eager spark igniting her features. "Tell me! What did he do this time?" she wanted to know, having senses the anger in your voice earlier when she mentioned his name, downstairs.

“Oh, don’t get me started on James!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up as you let out an exasperated laugh. “He is pissed about me taking that role and being away for two months which, in the acting game, is absolutely nothing!" you vented, pacing back and forth in the confined space of her room now.

Nina arched an eyebrow. “Hehas always been needy and controlling, Y/N. It's nothing new and you really need to ditch him," Nina leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. “You’re on the brink of a breakthrough, and he wants you to put it on hold for his convenience? That’s ridiculous!”

“I know,” you said, exasperation creeping into your tone. “But he keeps saying that we need to focus on 'us' and I just want to scream," you confessed, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “I’m not sure if he even gets what this means for me. It's a reasonably big role and I am new to the scene, so it is a vital opportunity. I just want to prove to myself that I can do this without relying on anyone else and he is just making it harder to breathe right now."

Nina sat forward, her expression shifting from playful to intense. “You know, if he can’t support you now, then he doesn’t deserve to be a part of your life," she explained. "When my dad was new to acting, mom supported him every step of the way. That’s how it should work. You need someone in your corner, not someone dragging you down."

You paced the small room, the weight of her words sinking in. You knew that she was right but change felt daunting. “It’s just hard to think about letting someone go, especially when we’ve been together so long,” you admitted, pulling at your fingers nervously.

Nina shifted, settling in closer on her bed, her expression softening. “I get that," she said, her voice steady. "But you are so young , and it’s stupid to waste your energy on someone who doesn't see your worth," she said and you stopped pacing to sit beside her on the edge of the bed, feeling the warmth of her friendship wrap around you like a familiar blanket.

“Maybe you’re right,” you replied, staring at your hands in your lap, the weight of possibility lingering in the space between you.

Nina nudged your shoulder, a playful smile creeping onto her face. “You know what this calls for?” she declared, leaning in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What?” you asked, curiosity piquing as you scanned the room for clues. Nina grinned, her excitement bubbling over.

"A sleepover !" she declared, bouncing on the bed. “We can binge-watch all those cheesy romances we used to love and eat way too much popcorn! It’ll be fun!”

“Count me in!” you laughed, the weight of your earlier worries lightening. Nostalgia tugged at your heart, filling you with the comfort of countless late nights spent wrapped in blankets, laughter echoing through the walls, and secrets safely tucked away under pillows.

You had not done this for years and the thought filled you with a warmth that chased away the creeping shadows of your anxieties.

After seeking her father's permission for you to stay over, which, of course, he gave, Nina's mother and siblings arrived back home with take-away pizza.

As the front door swung open, the rich aroma of cheese and spices wafted into the air, mingling with the faint scent of spring. Danielle, juggling several boxes, called out, “Dinner is served!"

You exchanged a quick glance with Nina, the playful spark returning as she raised her eyebrows, a silent signal to you.

“Perfect timing,” Nina smirked, bouncing off the bed. “Let’s go dig in before my brother demolishes it all!”

You followed her downstairs, where the living room brimmed with jovial chaos. The moment you entered the living room, the scene unfolded like a vibrant tableau. Her siblings crowded around the coffee table, their voices a cacophony of laughter and playful bickering, desperately trying to stake their claim on the best slices of pizza. Cillian perched on the edge of the couch, a bemused smile on his face as he maneuvered around the chaos, playfully mocking his children’s antics while remaining somewhat cold and distance towards Danielle.

You stifled a laugh while Nina whispered to you, “Welcome to the circus that is my family,” she grinned, shaking her head in mock exasperation, not noticing the tension between her parents while, to you, it was obvious.

“Honestly, it’s like a live-action cartoon sometimes,” Nina whispered to you, chuckling as one of her younger siblings dramatically fell over in their attempt to snatch the last slice of pepperoni pizza , sending the others into fits of laughter.

Cillian raised an eyebrow as he watched the chaos unfold with a blend of amusement and a hint of nostalgia. It was clear that he missed this—this vibrant, animated space filled with laughter and love, if only there wasn’t that cloud looming nearby.

Later that evening, you huddled back in Nina's room, the remnants of dinner still fresh on your mind. The familiar chaos had settled into a comfortable silence, the soft glow of fairy lights wrapping the room in a warm embrace.

You both sprawled across the bed, indiscernible snippets of laughter echoing in the haze of pizza grease and satisfaction that lingered in the air. Nina flicked through streaming options on her phone, squinting at the screen as if it held the secrets of the universe. “Okay, how about this one?” she said, perking up as she found a romantic comedy with a title that made you both roll your eyes.

“‘Nah, that looks aweful," you chuckled and, before Nina could even react, you grabbed the phone and began scrolling through the options yourself.

“Let’s find something we can get into,” you proposed, biting back a grin and, after you took charge, it didn't take you long to find something.

"If you can set it up from your phone, I will just go and have my shot," you proposed, tilting your head toward her as you stood up, the friendly banter still lingering in the air.

“Alright!” Nina replied eagerly, taking the phone back from you while you took some time to prepare your insuline shot.

"I will be right back," you said, knowing that she was afraid of needless, which is why you usually administered the drugs in the privacy of a bathroom nearby.

You made your way down the hall, heart racing a bit as you tried to shake off the nerves that always lingered around this ritual.

You hated needles too, but had gotten used to it over the years but, just as you were about to enter the bathroom, the door swung open from the other side.

Cillian stepped out, surprise flashing across his face before it smoothly morphed into concern. He paused, blocking the doorway, his body language shifting to a protective stance.

"You okay, Y/N?" he asked, his deep blue eyes scanning your face as you had inadvertently dropped your syringe.

Kneeling down, Cillian carefully picked up the syringe, the tips of his fingers brushing against yours as he handed it back. The warmth of his touch sent a small shiver down your spine, and you felt suddenly conscious of the awkwardness hanging in the air which was amplified by the fact that he was just wearing some boxer shorts.

You cleared your throat, your cheeks warming as you accepted the syringe back from him, focusing on its metallic sheen to avoid meeting his gaze.

“Yes, thanks,” you said, your voice slightly unsteady.

"How is the new monitor?" he asked, his gaze steady and curious, a hint of genuine concern lacing his tone.

“It's good, just... a bit of a learning curve,” you admitted, your fingers fidgeting with the syringe, battling the sudden onset of nerves.

Cillian nodded, his expression serious but reassuring. "That's good," he said, his voice steady. “You’ll figure it out; it just takes some time.”

You looked up, meeting his gaze briefly, and felt how the moment stretched into something deeper, ut what Cillian said next pulled you from your train of thoughts.

"I saw your dad two days ago. He told me about the new monitor," he clarified before adressing the elephant in the room as well. "And, just so you know, I think that he is uncomfortable with you taking that role for Peaky Blinders—and I get it, with the scenes involved."

You held your breath, the jab of tension sinking deep. A lump formed in your throat as you searched for the right words. “Are you uncomfortable too?" you eventually asked, your heart racing as you gauged his reaction. Cillian's brows furrowed slightly, and he seemed to consider his words carefully.

“No, I am not uncomfortable,” he finally replied, his voice steady but laced with an air of caution. “It’s just… I’ve been in this business long enough to know how things can become awkward when roles cross into personal territories and I'm just worried about how it may impact you, considering that I am your best friend's dad. That's all. I just wanted you to give it some thought," Cillian explained and you took a deep breath, the weight of his words settling heavy in the air between you.

"I gave it some thought already," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “And the fact that you are my best friend's father doesn't bother me. Honestly," you continued, swallowing hard as you felt a tiny spark of defiance. “I want to prove that I can do this and it doesn't matter who with."

Cillian studied you for a long moment, the seriousness in his gaze unwavering as he processed your words.

Good," he finally said, his voice steady and almost relieved. “Then I have no doubt you’ll do brilliantly," he smiled at you, the corners of his lips lifting in a genuine expression that softened the weight of the conversation.

Relief washed over you, but a small seed of doubt still lingered in the back of your mind. You plastered a smile onto your face, but the implications of what lay ahead nagged at the corners of your consciousness.

There were three intimate scenes in the script, with one of them scheduled for the first week of filming, gnawing at your confidence.

It was more than just a kissing scene. It was a scene where you would both have to be naked in front of the cameras. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, tangled with excitement and fear.

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[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

YOU AND TOMMY IN THE BATH

Pairing.| Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

Word count.| .2k

Notes.| Just a little fluffy blurb, open to requests.

You’d always be the only line of therapy that Tommy needed, craved. Especially when he was alone in the bath and he’d spot your soft eyes watching him. Gently, he’d gesture to you to come over, “come’ere love” he’d always smile kindly at you.

You’d gracefully approach him, slowly shredding your silk gown, nothing underneath. Tommy was certain he’d always be a slave to your beauty. With your hand on his shoulder, you push him forward and climb into the tub behind him. A relaxed exhale would leave both of your lips as you wrapped your arm over his firm chest.

The bar of soap would caress over his skin, you’d always tut whenever you’d notice a new mark on his pale built body. All you could hear was the sound of the water splatter around gently, Tommy’s head rested back against your shoulder as he closed his eyes and breathed out. The gears in his head would finally come to a halt. Business was officially put on hold as he focused his mind on you. Only you could ever keep his demons at bay.

Sometimes one of you would fall asleep, sometimes you’d both fall asleep, but most of the time you just enjoyed each other's company. Words never needed to be said, conversation was always to the minimal. The tenderness was always in your heavenly kisses, it spoke such powerful words in your relationship. It truly made his skin feel electrified. All Tommy needed was you, here with him. On the occasion you’d devour each other in the tub. But most of the time, Tommy just wanted to be held and loved in his most vulnerable position.

[cillianmurphysdimples]

His sons are so wrong - this hair 😫 Modern Tommy Shelby for the fucking win!

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

Cillian Murphy and Rebecca Ferguson on set of Peaky Blinders movie in Manchester, England l November 4, 2024

[heeahheeya]

See that, HUH?

PART 2

Do you think you could do a meta of the difference’s between tommy’s romantic relationships? Mainly between Grace, May, and Lizzie. Especially G and L. I see so many people say he’s starting to fall for L (saying she was his property and hand holding this season). 

OK, l don’t know if you’re new to this fandom , if you are l want you to know that 95% of the fandom is anti grace shelby which means that the fandom will only give you a distorted and very partial view of grace and lizzie !!

The FANDOM would have you believe that tommy wasn’t in love with grace, that tommy loves the idea of grace not grace, that tommy has been in love with lizzie for years but he just didn’t want to admit it because she wasn’t from a higher social class, they would have you believe that grace didn’t love tommy but his money….that grace and tommy had nothing in common when they were basically the same person but  in different sides of the law(l could point out all their similarities here but not the topic) .The fandom as a whole hate that woman so  take anything people say with a large pinch of salt lol.

Quick summary:  

The fisrt season is set in 1919 and season 5 is set in 1929 which means that lizzie has known tommy for at least 12 years (She was in tommy’s life before  grace we know this because tommy mentioned it in their first scene and she’s still in his life years after grace’s death).

Lizzie has known tommy for 12years… 12 years during which they had an off and on no strings attached sex. Tommy used her sevice when there was no woman in his life and stopped using it when he was with grace and maybe may .

For tommy it was just sex but lizzie wanted it to be more than  what it was.

We saw it in 2x01  when she asked to be treated like a woman with whom he had a relationship with  instead of a prostitute

“ l wish just once you wouldn’t PAY ME  .”

“As if we were ordinary people” but tommy brushed her off.

We saw it in 2x06 when she was excited he was taking her to the derby and she  proudly showed off her dress ,  lizzie “what do you think”  tommy  “about what”  lizzie “about the dress”  his answer to her was  “ undo two buttons”.

We saw it when she tells him “there’s been no hardship (giving up prostitution) you know why?“....she was probably going to mention her feelings for him but he ignored her again….Because she agreed to do what was asked of her, tommy offered her money

”l’d like to pay you an extra five–”.

So….why did I bother quickly re-capping up to this point?

Because that summary…the scenes l mentioned are  not lizzie’ and tommy’s marriage origin story but their whole story.

 l’m going to point out a few of the differences between tommy x grace and tommy x lizzie pairing  and similar moments with dramatically different outcomes since that’s what we are here for:

-Tommy and lizzie had sex with no emotional connection and without  knowing each other personnally  for years /  when tommy and grace spent a year getting to know each other and only slept together when they were already in love .

-The child that lizzie and tommy had together was conceived while he was  “fucking someone else in his head”/trying to reconnect with his past /   when the child that tommy and grace had together was conceived when tommy was trying to reconnect with grace a woman he loved and failed to get out of his system.

-When grace was with kimber tommy was in the car the entire time, and couldn’t stop thinking about her /  when lizzie was with the soldier she was supposed to seduce to help tommy, tommy was with campbell talking about grace and her feelings for him.

-Lizzie’ pregnancy reveal

Tommy loves children and having another child was a good news…. to lizzie it was also a chance to  establish an emotional connection with tommy something she’s failed to do for years .

Tommy “l got three. lizzie”

Lizzie “l know tom”

Tommy “one of them point blank”

Lizzie with tommys’ hand in hers and a tender smile on her face “A baby a little you and me.”

Tommy doesn’t react to what she just said, he breaks the eyes contact and then repeats “point blank lizzie” .You could see the smiles gradually disapearing from her face. She was trying to connect with him but he wasn’t listening to her , and all he wanted to think or talk about was luca changretta and his men .

Tommy added “and he looked up to me”  then said “fuck” . He drank his wisky and ended up the conversation by saying

” you will get an allowance every week from the company business is booming l will buy you a nice house , eh . “

Once again he offered her MONEY, when all she wanted was to share a special moment with him, she wanted him to share her excitement….that news could’ve been the beginning of something beautiful between them but it didn’t work because he still didn’t reciprocates her feelings.

-Grace’ pregnancy reveal

Grace with her tenderest, most loving expression on  “Because the thing is , I love you , not him ”

Tommy still shaken to the core by the baby news can’t stop looking at her in wonder. In his  softest  voice  he answered “that is a thing”

Grace  “a baby thomas”   tommy’s eyes went downward to her baby bump while saying “yes”. They stared at each other  for a few second without saying anything…  She loves him, they are having a baby and  she LOVES him…and she chose him…tommy put his affairs in order  because he thought he was going to die. He was prepared to die and  was at peace with the idea of his death . But now he’s not because a life with a person he’s been moping over for years is suddenly possible but he’s going to die. That pregnancy reveal was a very bittersweet moment for tommy.

All the scenes mentioned above prove one thing that tommy was emotionally invested in grace and  emotionally close to her SHE WAS HIS HAPPY PLACE….that’s why her presence calmed him. They were so emotionally connected that she was able to silence his demons ,he stopped hearing the shovels when he was with her…

THE SHOVELS STOPPED WHEN HE WAS WITH HER.

Silencing tommy’s demons is something lizzie’s presence was never able to do and is stil not able to do, we saw it in season 5.  Grace’s death is tommy’s after war trauma 2.0 and he’s till struggling dealing with that trauma 6 years after grace’s death…6 YEARS AFTER HER DEATH . The only times lizzie comes close to what grace was able to do  is when they are having sex,

“lizzie l want it known that money was for you.

Because SOME nights it was you who stopped my heart from breaking” .  (SEX….Sex…having sex with two women just after he burned grace’s letter stopped his heart from breaking, sex with tatiana stopped his heart from breaking , sex with lizzie just after grace’s death…SEX… It’s less about love for tommy but more about having a woman’s presence by his side to avoid his thoughts and the unbearable pain in his heart that won’t leave him…SEX….SEX IS HIS COPING MECHANISM  and what he said to lizzie before giving her his money confirms it).

Grace was  the only woman tommy ever loved (maybe with the exception of greta but it  wasn’t the same). He contemplated walking away from everything for her,

 HE COMTEMPLATED WALKING AWAY FROM EVERYTHING FOR  HEEER , knowing she had been undercover and sent to destroy him.  And she’s also  the only woman he ever envisioned his life with . The idea of her waiting at home for him made him so happy…  tommy “Now is this how you’re going to be?  You waiting at home for me, saying, ‘What time do you call this?'” The smile on his face was the perfect illustration of pure happiness.

Lizzie is a good hearted woman but her and tommy have a very few things in common . She is a bit ( for a lack of a better word l would say) peevish when tommy is calm , calculated ,manipulative ….The only similarities between the two is the place in which they were raised and the fact that they  are both on the “wrong” side of the law.

She’s  the mother of tommy’s child and a loyal member of his clan. Lizzie was/is submissive and that’s one of the reasons tommy trusts her .  I honestly think tommy cares for lizzie but he doesn’t  love  her and he only married her for image purposes.

I’m not sure that there has been any point in the show where we’re meant to believe that tommy  is falling for lizzie… ( l mean  you just don’t wake up one morning and realize that you’re in love with the woman you have been having no strings attached sex with for the past 12 years  nope …it’s not realistic because love doesn’t work that way  and because it’s not in tommy’s character)  

…during  season 5 we had quote like:

“Well you know in my head l still PAY YOU FOR IT!! “

“You said, in your head, you STILL PAY FOR IT. So I’ve decided to continue to take the PAYMENT and balance my heart against my head, as though it were a book of accounts.”

“When was the last time you had worry about shillings”

“The deal is you belong to me. My property, No one touches my property, everything is mine lizzie. Evrything.”

“Lay your claim”

Those quotes speak volumes!! during their conversations they were talking about money, MONEY, money again,

ownership and MONEY

they talked about money in season 1, 2, 3 ,4 and 5… they are always talking about money, it’s  not love but

a financial transaction.

The phrase “lay your claim” was used for tommy and lizzie’ dynamic , that phrase  relates to things not people. The use of that specific line reinforces the narrative established in this and the previous seasons, that Lizzie is someone he bought, his property, something he owns…it’s not love , it’s all about tommy’s ego, his love of power  and his needs to control eveything and everyone.

People have misinterpreted their scenes. There is definitely a shift in their dynamic  but not in the way people think . Lizzie has come to terms with the fact that tommy will never love her nor treat her like a wife should.

Tommy and lizzie have a whole deal in place where lizzie will stay and enjoy the perks of being Mrs Shelby and tommy can  be with other women under certain conditions. Their marriage is somewhere between convenience and companionship.

MAY X TOMMY

May and tommy are too very attractive people, who were attracted to each other. Tommy  respected her but was never in love with her. He loved her  influence-her connections in the racing world,  her social status and the opportunities that came along with it. May wasn’t in love with tommy either. She was fascinated by tommy’s violent, criminal world . She loved his ganster persona, his power- the fact that he was feared and respected  “When I drove into Small Heath I thought I was going to be murdered,” she told him. “Then I mentioned your name. It was like being escorted to see a king” …She loved the idea of tommy shelby but wouldn’t have loved  the man…the broken tommy, the violent tommy, the emotional tommy . She glamorized tommy’s life but she didn’t know the half of it. The thruth is may would have hated it… not everyone can live in constant fear and  not everyone is made for that life .

l believe he could’ve loved her but it would never have worked because they were from two different worlds.

Steven knight depicted / depicts 3 types of relationships that’s why the 3 ladies have different perspectives of tommy ( love , business and sex)

may believed that tommy would’ve picked her over grace because he was all about business. grace knew that tommy was all about love when it came to her and lizzie knew/knows that it was/is just sex and nothing else.

Love aside, lizzie is the perfect partner for tommy’s illegal activities she knows the peaky world,  may is an aristocratic which makes her the perfect partner for tommy’s legal activies and his career in politics. Grace was the mix of both…she was an agent  to the crown who thrives in tommy’ world. She knew politics and could’ve  deal with them and  she also knew the peaky blinders’ world and could’ve dealt with gangsters if needed. SHE WAS THE PERFECT MATCH FOR TOMMY.

[cillianmurphyfanatic]

Cillian Murphy as Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow in Batman Begins (2005) dir. Christopher Nolan

[cillmurphyslover]

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