#peakyxtommy masterlist

[zodiyack]

Better For Me

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, smoking, plotting

Words: 684

Request: Can you please do one for Tommy Shelby, where the reader is someone that he’s been pining over for as long as he can remember, but she’s never returned his feelings, she wants better for herself and desperately wants to escape Birmingham to have one, once he finds her plan he comes up with a scheme so that she will have no choice but to stay there with him (you can decide what that trap is)

Author’s Note: So I don’t exactly like the thought of her being 100% forced against her will, so I changed it a little bit to where she does indeed have feelings for him but never once said anything because she knew once she got involved with a gangster, her life would never be the same, and she wants better for herself. Hes also a little ooc.

YALL IVE EDITED THIS TWICE BECAUSE FUCKING MOBILE TUMBLR- DECIDED TO PUT MY ENDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BEGINNING.

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist | Cillian Murphy Masterlist

Taglist: @simonsbluee, @stuckysslag, @psychkunox, @marquelapage, @i-love-superhero @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @stydia-4-ever, @jenepleurepasbaby, @peakyxtommy, @babylooneytoonz, @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @darling-i-read-it​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​, @fandom-puff​

Her bags were stuffed to bursting with her belongings. She frantically packed the last of it in a barely spacious case. A knock at her front door scared her as it broke her from her hurry. She wasn't surprised when she saw the Blinder on her doorstep, only nervous.

"You're packing?" His cold voice inquired.

"Yes." She responded simply. Y/N avoided giving him too much detail. After all, he was who she was running from.

"Why can't you stay?"

She sighed heavily. "We've been over this Thomas. I need something else. I want a better life. I don't want to be in Birmingham forever." It was part of the truth. Really, she couldn't be around the violence, the theft, the gambling, the Peaky Blinders. Tommy.

She winced slightly. "No, I need to do this myself."

"I'll take you places. We can explore the world together, love." He chuckled lightly. "I promise."

Her words seemed to set him off. "Why? Can't I do anything to convince you to stay?"

"No!" She couldn't stop herself before she shrieked out the word. Covering her mouth in shock, she collected herself before speaking again. "I'm leaving, Thomas, and that's that."

"At least tell me why, love." He persisted. His hand reached for Y/N's. He definitely noticed something was wrong when she swiped her hand away. "Is it because of me?"

Yes.

"No, it's not because Of anyone! I just can't be here anymore. Tommy, I want to experience more than this place. I want a better life. We've been over this before, a thousand times." She huffed as she stuffed the rest of the items into her bag. “Please, just leave me to finish this up. I’ll stop by before I leave.” She turned away and waited for him to leave, the door clicking shut behind him.

When Tommy went outside, he spotted a copper doing his usual patrol. He nodded at him, gaining his attention. “I need your assistance.”

“What is it Mr. Shelby?”

He lit a cigarette, looking off into the distance. "Y/N L/N. If she tries to leave, prevent her in whatever way possible. Keep her alive, and inside of Birmingham." Tommy ordered, "by order of the Peaky Blinders. Alright?"

The copper nodded, "Yes Mr. Shelby. I'll make sure to it that everyone knows."

The door of the betting shop slammed shut after being aggressively swung open. Heels clicked angrily against the floor. Tommy didn't even have to lift his head to know who it was.

"You fucking bastard. You told them to keep me here?!" She shouted. Her brows were furrowed and her expression looked full of rage. "You fucking asshole!"

"You wouldn't listen to me." He kept his composure.

"I was leaving because of you!"

The truth shocked him, but he didn't let it show. Instead, Tommy stared at her with a stone facade. "I love you."

She shook her head in disbelief. "I know, Thomas. You've made it clear. You've made it clear for the past five years of our life. But I don't want that. Not for me, I need better."

"Better?" He tsked. "I could give you everything."

"That's the thing, Tommy! You're involved in so much, even being friends with you and your family, I worry for my life. Your morals, they make me wish I didn't feel this way about you. My morals, are what are telling me I can better my life. They are telling me to leave rather than get involved in this kind of life."

"Well, now you can discard those morals. Stay with me. Besides, it's not as though you have much choice." He quirked a brow, referencing the whole reason she was there in the first place.

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned around, clicking back to the door. She stopped in front of it with a pause. "I may love you, Tommy. But even if you make me stay, I will never get involved with you."

"Even if you make me stay..." She turned her head to him. "Not now," she faced the door again, holding onto the handle with a tight grip, "not ever."

[peakyswritings]

A/N: As I’m working on Act 2, I made a new moodboard for the whole of Heart, Body and Soul series, since the previous one was only fitting for the first Act. This will be added to the masterlist as soon as I update it. Under the cut, you will find the official division in Acts. You can consider this as a sort of prototype for the new masterlist🤭

Read Heart, Body and Soul HERE

Tommy Shelby x Nina Ferrante (OC)

My heart’s a lethal weapon

And a shadow is cast

Wherever I stand

I’m stained

With dirt and blood

My hands are victims of an old curse

But you’re carved inside

My flesh and bones

You’re the better part

Of this wretched soul

Act One: Heart’s A Lethal Weapon

Act Two: Where The Shadow Is Cast

Act Three: Dirt and Blood

Act Four: These Cursed Hands

Act Five: Flesh and Bone

Act Six: This Wretched Soul

A/N pt.2: as I said in a previous post, I consumed my brain with the different acts’ titles. I wanted each title to have a meaning of its own, but at the same time to gain another meaning by being part of something bigger, and while still referencing the series’s main title. So this little piece of writing is what I came up with. I really hope it makes sense😂

Heart, Body and Sould tag list

@zablife @queenofshinigamis @raincoffeeandfandoms / @justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark

@kmc1989 @babayaga67 @kmhappybunny240 @diorrfairy @mariaelizabeth21-blog1

@gaslysainz @brummiereader @loverhymeswith @fairypitou @prettywhenicry4

@mysticalbouquetwolf-posts @woofgocows @girlwith-thepearlearring @goblinjnr @outlanderuniverse

@citylights31 @neonpurplestars89-blog @outlanderuniverse @red-riding-wood @evita-shelby

@look-at-the-soul @gathania93 @wonderlanddreamer @thelastemzy @meadows5

@mischievouslittlecreature @seedlings-stuff @misslittlegetou @strangeobsessed

General Tag list:

@iamngoclinh08 @lilywinchesterlove @fandom-puff @capitanostella

@caelys @lucillethings @peakyxtommy @queenofkings1212 @lyarr24 @kmc1989 @call-sign-shark

@jomarch-wannabe @ce1iat @red-riding-wood @optimisticsandwichgladiator

@lunarubra @rangerelik

Tommy Shelby tag list

@50svibes @bellabarnes1378 @jbrownta

[peakyxtommy]

Thomas Shelby Masterlist

(credit: @nofckingfighting​ )

Graduating College | Head-canon of reader graduating college  

Wedding Series (Modern AU)

The First Two Years | Summary: Tommy reflecting back on his first two years of his relationship with the reader as he prepares to ask your father for his blessing to marry you.

Asking Your Father For His Blessing | Summary: Tommy asking your father for his blessing to marry you

The Proposal | Summary: Tommy asks you to marry him

Telling Your Family | Summary: Telling your family you’re engaged

Telling The Shelby Family | Summary: Telling the Shelby Family of your engagement

Engagement Party | Summary: Your parents throw you & Tom a surprise engagement party

The Midnight Hour | Summary: There’s a hit on the Shelby Mansion, while Tommy is away. Reader heads off with Rival Gang Leader.

Last First Birthdays | Summary: Tommy & you celebrating your last child’s first birthday. You’re sad that the kids are growing up. Tommy provides a listening ear.

Cherry - T.S. | Summary: Based on Cherry by Harry Styles. The reader sends Tommy a wedding invitation in the mail, and he reminisces over their past relationship.

Wonder - T.S. | Summary: Based on Wonder by Shawn Mendes. Tommy wonders about his love for the reader and has to make a decision to confess or deny it.

Kidnapped - T.S. | Summary: Tommy Shelby and his wife are going to have their first baby in a week. She gets kidnapped due to Tommy’s business dealings. He has to find her and their unborn baby in time.

Better Days | Summary: Reader is going through a hard time and Tommy comforts her

Tommy x Lizzie | Summary: Tommy is affectionate toward Lizzie and surprises her.

[runnning-outof-time]

To Be Alone | Tommy Shelby x OC | Masterlist

Summary: Celia Farraday and her family had to return to England to say goodbye to her dying grandfather. Misfortune falls upon her family soon after, and now she has to find work on the streets of Birmingham to help her parents afford rent. These are the same streets controlled by the Peaky Blinders, and Celia soon finds herself in the line of fire of said gang’s leader, Tommy Shelby.

Warnings: language, violence (typical to series), mentions of death and child illness, familial arguing, smoking, drinking, talks of war/PTSD, mentions of prostitution, brief descriptions of assault, descriptions of a panic attack, weapons, sexual situations (PG-13 rated), murder, pregnancy, minor character death, hospitals

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Peaky Blinders characters, just the main OC, and other original characters that will be introduced throughout this fic.

— Chapters:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 EPILOGUE

— To Be Alone Shorts:

Snapshots into Tommy and Celia’s life.

-> In Secret: It's only been two months since Tommy asked Celia to marry him, but he can't wait any longer. This on the whim decision angers some family members once they find out it's been done. Then, Tommy honors a promise he made to Celia back in America.

-> A Sunny Spring Day: a moodboard and blurb of Celia and Eden’s day out on the grounds of Arrow House

**Faceclaim for Celia is Charlotte Heywood from the series Sandition. — she is played by Rose Williams.

**Check out this beautiful moodboard made by @raincoffeeandfandoms

[amazingmaeve]

Headcannons/Preferences (all/most of them)(peaky blinders)!

so these are the headcannons/preferences that are for most/all of them so that’s why I decided to just put it in one area!

“so you stay” ➵ @retromafia

some peaky blinders dudes and their perfect date ➵ @og-danny-dorito

lazy afternoon naps/waking each other up ➵ @peakyxtommy

how they confess their love ➵ @imaginesbymk

“im gonna marry you one day”/“im gonna have kids with you one day” ➵ @peakyxtommy

how they react to your compassion ➵ @myriadimagines

finding out that you’re a painter ➵ @myriadimagines

how they look after you when it gets bad ➵ @byorder-fanfic

how they steal your first kiss ➵ @locke-writes

how they deal with jealousy ➵ @justafairytailofinnocence

preference masterlist ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

you receive sex before marriage ➵ @fanficwrit3r

pillowtalk with the Shelbys ➵ @rayodelastrorey

an arranged marriages with the Shelby men ➵ @rayodelastrorey

comfort ➵ @randomoutsiders

“no kids in the house” ➵ @retromafia

pda ➵ @fanficwrit3r

how the shelby's react to their sons's friends having a crush on you ➵ @rayodelastrorey

getting caught ➵ @mythos-writes

passing out ➵ @fanficwrit3r

first period ➵ @notyour-valentine

[hughiecampbelle]

Lamb (Thomas Shelby Drabble)

Character/s: Thomas

Word Count: 979

Inspired By: Sunlight by Hozier

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writinqss @brithedemonspawn @ladyeliot @death-of-a-mermaid @woahitslucyylu @obsessedunicorn24 @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @captivatedbycillianmurphy @theshelbyclan @valckenaux @soleil-dor @thegirlwithoutaname87 @babylooneytoonz @peakyxtommy @locke-writes @lucillethings @glitchybrit

A/N: I want this song to be injected into my veins first of all. Second, I knew I had to write something about this man and I actually really love it a lot! Shocker, I know :P I wrote this in a lil over twenty minutes and it's probably v weird, but I like it and I hope you do too! 💞  Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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You neither wanted nor pined, but expected. To want is not to have. You understood that what you did not yet have, you would get. Always. No one ever said no to you. All your wishes would be granted and if not? You’d find someone else. Someone faster, someone to fall onto their knees and pray to you, to speak when they are spoken to, for their heart to beat only when you say so. Undying, undivided attention. It would be there waiting for you, wherever you pleased, wrapped in a box with a bow. Perfume, new shoes, or a severed head. You expected it to be served to you on a silver platter, preferably still pulsing. Gushing. Enough life left in them to meet your eyes one last time. For your name to escape their lips as they take their final breath. A picture of the body, long dead, would always suffice, but you’ve always had a flare for the dramatics. You want to pluck the smoking cigarette from their mouth and take a drag, watching the life pour from their wounds, pooling into deep puddles. A stain no one could get out no matter how hard they tried. Spatter across the walls, seeping into the wallpaper, into the wood, the very bones of the house. You want to leave death in the structure itself, curse it with your actions until the end of time. 

Death will always have a far longer shelf life. 

Thomas could never give you everything you ever expected. His love, his attention, it waxed and waned with the moon herself. She and him, the two caught perpetually within their moods, their fixations and fears. She, attending to her stars, her constellations strung in her sky as pearls. He, and his business, his blood, his own brood to care for. The hours of the day ran short. Between them, there was little left for you. A lover, a warm body, but little more. His affection only for his bottles. Sticky innards, burning all the way down. He lived for too much. For others, for booze, for his goddamn work, even out of spite. Curse a god he wouldn’t dare put his faith into instead of worshiping you, the very ground you walked on. You were a temple, an unmarked church, but he bowed for no man. Countless would have taken his place. Give up everything to share a second in your presence, your grace, but not him. Distracted. Tortured. Cruel, whether or not he intended to be. Left you like a piece of art, sitting pretty, anticipating the next time he gazed over you. It’s what he did. Who he was. You knew there was more before you, a history, a party of play-things. All of them gladly waited, polished and poised, frustrated only when he asked them to be, fighting without conviction, none of them growing tired or bored. The great, the spectacular, the handsome and powerful. You had enough power on your own, you didn’t need a mortal dragging you down to his level. Let him keep the bar stool, the familial ties, the lonely nights the fog covered his mistress in the cold night sky. Let them both rot. 

You were the fucking sun. 

Blazing, burning, violent. Bright, but contained. Determined. Stubborn. You kept your dignity, your poise, packing your things, cursing his name. Coming home to an army never felt so warm. They would live and die for you, none of them blinded by their own egos. They understood your word was the good word, that turning their backs would set them aflame. Loyal dogs, humble servants. You’d always craved more, though. More than him, at least. He could have the others fooled, but you saw right through it. The facade. A man so sure of himself, his insecurities weigh heavy, snapping his spinal cords to dust. You couldn’t imagine a love, a lust, as uninspired as his. Lackluster. Half alive. You needed your lover to crumble at your every word, your every whisper. To fall into you as if you were their lifeline, the only thing they ever needed in this world. To subject themselves to a vulnerability only gods have borne witness, the stark nude of a soul willing to risk their every mortal fiber for an ounce of affection. You needed your Icarus and when he wasn’t him, when he shielded his eyes from you, hid in the shadows, you cut your ties all together. Enough time had been wasted on a man like him, a selfish being surviving without true purpose. 

Nothing gained, nothing lost. 

You fell back into place without fault. There was talk, there always would be. A broken heart seeking vengeance. A ruin. A burning star. Your actions, your wrath, were driven neither by rage nor sorrow, but an equally dangerous driving force: reputation. You couldn’t let him get away with it, treating you so poorly. An afterthought? You, of all people? They had words to describe you, some of the worst known to man, but second choice would not be one of them. Equal to a knife to the back, the spine, perhaps even worse. You’d make him pay for smudging your image, humanizing you when you should be feared, feral. Adored. Revered. Honored. Pined after, sacrificed to. You expected his body on the cross, on a stake, burning before all as a warning sign for the next person who believed themself more holy, more knowing. You would not be made to be a fool, you refused to be mocked. The devout would find him, hunt him down when the timing was right, and do as they needed not to fall from grace the way he has. He walks with skinned knees and scratched palms, unaware of what's to come. Of what his creator has planned for him. 

It will be beautiful. . .

[peakywitch]

Holy Gossip - Michael Gray

Summary: Partners in crime sometimes don't last.

A/N: this has 580 words so it's hella short, lmao enjoy, no trigger warnings for once! Also I AM FUCKING BACK FROM MY AWAY MOMENT SO EXPECT A LOT OF FUCKING SHORT FICS WITH MICHAEL

also thankyou @celticmelody and @elius-learns-to-write for helping me <3

masterlist

“Isn’t it… bad? Wearing white at a wedding?”

“Not only bad, but she is up for jokes,”

“I thought she was her friend,”

“Nah, we always knew Cecile was jealous of Grace, I bet she gave herself a motivational speech in the mirror,”

They both laughed slightly, trying to muffle the sound.

“I’ve had it with you two,” Polly turned around, a deadly stare in her eyes “stop talking poorly about people in church”.

They both were trying to bite back their laughter, they knew Cecile was trying to spoil the day.

“Sorry, mum.”

“I’m sorry, Pol.”

Polly’s eyes shifted between her son and his girl, death starring both of them. She was holding back a smile, too, that was their thing: the two of them against everyone and everything. They shared everything and they knew everyone’s business. It was an exclusive activity, and it was almost as if they knew nothing could be greater than trusting each other with the most unkind acts towards others: criticizing. They knew that the other wouldn’t judge their thoughts, but they would pair them. It felt like eating a plate of homemade pasta with the perfect wine, it was a match made in heaven in which every single explosion possible would happen.

Then, when Grace walked inside… They were already looking for something to point out. It was sometimes a challenge, whoever found something to say first, would win.

Standing up for the bride, Michael whispered a plea, asking if she had anything.

“If I am not mistaken, she bought those shoes when she…” she began, trying to speak as low as she could. Then, Grace was already by Tommy’s side and they all sat down.

“She what?” Michael begged.

“When she knew she would see Tommy, while being with her ex-husband”.

The expression on Michael’s face was a masterpiece, wide-open blue eyes, lips sealed and commissure slightly arching up, starting to form a smile.

“She has no shame,” she whispered while taking her glass to her lips and drinking a bit of champagne.

They were standing in a corner of the room, laughing at the sour faces of the people from the fucking cavalry, in John’s words. Their hands were intertwined as their minds worked up things to point out.

“Of course she doesn’t, she betrayed this whole family and married into it in the blink of an eye”.

Y/N choked on the alcohol, Michael could get so worked up sometimes

“These things would have been so boring without you, Michael”.

“Well, everything's better with good company and a glass of champagne, love” he elevated her hand to his mouth and there he left a soft kiss.

“Am I good company?” she smiled

“The best one, today and always.”

Gina had a hole in her tight and a bit of mud in her pink and -used to be- pristine shoe. But Michael didn’t care. He was holding her hand, the way he used to hold hers. He was looking at her the same way he used to look at her.

Maybe he had found another partner in crime, because when Michael looked her way and she pointed out the small rupture in the fabric, Michael frowned. He slowly shook his head in disagreement, with a look of disapproval on his face. But not towards the issue that Y/N was pointing out, but towards her act of calling out his wife.

There was no other memory with her after that night, only her lipstick-stained champagne glass that he found in the corner, right before she vanished from his life.

taglist: open

@deepdonutkid @a-golden-sunflower-vol-6 @stydia-4-ever @natural-hearts @lovemissyhoneybee @girlwith-kalei-do-scope-eyes @peakyrogers @writeroutoftime @peakyxtommy @nyotamalfoy @pinkeijin @lukeymybabe @eternallyvenus @anchy-bananchy @peakyswritings

[amysteryspot]

Did you know that you talk in your sleep? - Thomas Shelby x Reader

Requested: technically, yes, but this is kinda of an alternative version of "Could you say that again?" (that I'm not linking because Tumblr won't let me, but it's in Tommy's masterlist), request by @sighonahurricane

Prompts: 12. “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No, I was, I just like hearing your voice.” and 11. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader (gender neutral)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 346 (allegedly)

A/N: This was sitting in my drafts and I thought it was a shame for it to go to waste. So here it is. Hope you enjoy it.

Dividers by: myself, so give me a break

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?” Tommy murmured against your neck as he kissed your skin.

You giggled, still half-asleep, and confirmed, “So I’ve been told.”

Rolling around to lay on your back, you gladly accepted his kiss, the first of the day.

When the two of you separated, you asked, “But do tell me what I was mumbling about this time. You got me curious.”

Tommy rested his weight in an elbow and brought his free hand to your face, caressing your jaw gently.

“You said my name, but you seemed worried,” there was something haunting his eyes, something you couldn’t quite distinguish.

“Worried about what?” you pressed, curious about what was the cause of his behavior.

“About me not loving you,” he concedes, almost sadly. “You kept saying that you wished I loved you as you love me.”

The blood runs cold in your veins. You feared that this moment would come. That your insecurities would get the best of you and somehow you would slip out the fact that you were not sure that he loved you as you loved him.

It wasn’t like you didn’t trust him or that you doubted his love. On the contrary, you knew that he loved you, but with the ghost of his past constantly haunting the both of you, it was difficult not to be worried from time to time, even when you knew it was childish.

“Tom…” you began to explain, but he pressed two fingers against your lips to stop you.

“You know that I love you, right?” he asked, making your heart skip a beat. “I know I’m not the best with words, but I love you more than I loved anybody else, and I’ll do what it takes to make sure that you don’t doubt it again.”

You both stared at each other in silence for a long moment, just basking in the revelation.

“Could you say that again?” you asked shyly.

Tommy smiled, “Were you not listening?”

“No, I was,” you said, “I just like hearing your voice.”

Taglist: @internalmess3 @stressedandbandobessed7771 @captivatedbycillianmurphy @peakyxtommy @theshelbyclan @caelys @giowritess (wanna be added? send me a message)

[murswrites]

Brush With Death ⎯ Shelby!Sister Drabble

Pairings: Shelby!Sister x Shelby!Family Fandom: Peaky Blinders (AU) MASTERLIST Warnings: Cursing, angst (lol) SUMMARY: After Tommy made a deal with the police, you and the rest of the family are sent to jail. Luckily everyone is released (mostly) unharmed. When everyone gathers for the first time, something sets you off. Request from anon: Shelby sister angst where she almost gets hung like Polly so she’s a mess and lives with Finn - none of the other realises how bad it is until they all get together for the first time (no John doesn’t die ok) and she has a breakdown?

A/N I genuinely don’t know how long this has been in my inbox but I’ve never felt inspired to write it. I’m not particularly inspired right now but everything else seems too difficult. I hope you enjoy this anon, thank you for the wait <3 Note that John did kill his school teacher aka Mrs. Changretta (Luca’s mom) so the vendetta doesn’t happen lol

You weren’t okay, not since Tommy sent your family to jail. Why you were included in the bunch was unknown to you, you didn’t kill anybody. Apparently the charges held against you were suitable for death by hanging. The gallows haunted your dreams, sure everyone escaped a near brush with death... but you weren’t stable.

Arthur and John were gone, living in the country... Polly’s mind wasn’t the same. All you had was Finn, still living on Watery Lane in the home you grew up in. You missed Ada and Michael, not Tommy though. You were full of contempt because of what he did.

Sure, your pain overshadowed the anger but seeing him again struck a cord in you.

“It’s been a year since we’ve all been together, but Christmas is better time than any...” Tommy stood at the head of the table. For once, the Shelby family wasn’t brought together due to a tragedy. Christmas used to be a joyous occasion... and once again it seemed to be one. “Frances and the staff have made a proper Christmas dinner, something I used to dream of.”

Thomas lifted his glass in the air and everyone followed suit, “A toast to our success.” Something about his words made your control break. You’d been ignoring your nightmares for weeks now. You knew you’d be seeing the rest of the family soon, so you prepared yourself for it.

Ada was the easiest to deal with, John was loud as usual, Arthur seemed more down to earth... Pol spoke of spirits and witchery, Michael was worried for his mum (and rightfully so). Finn was Finn, always fine as a fiddle. He was your little brother, always a shithead but also your main support lately.

Tears assaulted your eyes before you could stop them, your glass dropped out of your hand and onto the table; its contents spilling. Finn was there to help you with a napkin. “Are you alright?” Your older sister asked.

The help was appreciated but everyone began to ask what was wrong, it was overwhelming as you covered your face with your hands. “Please stop talking,” They didn’t seem to hear, “Stop talking,” You said again, “Shut up!” Your chest heaved as you stood at your seat.

Silence fell over everyone, the children sitting at another table watched with wide eyes.

“How are you lot pretending it’s alright? After what Tommy did it’s just fine now because of free food?!” Tommy held a hand up, clearly wanting you to calm down, “I will not!” You pushed Finn’s hands off of your shoulders, “This isn’t right, I’m not sure about you but I’ve not slept peacefully since my brush with death.”

You wiped your nose, “It’s not fair that he gets away with what he’s done. And then Tommy, you talk of success. What success was there? Any one of us could have been hung in that year we were in prison. What success would there have been then, eh?”

“You were never in any danger, Y/N. Sit down.” His tone only angered you more.

“No, if I’m going to be treated like an adult when it suits you, I’m an adult now. So you sit down and shut up for once. You can sit in silence in the face of danger but not defiance, right? It’s okay for you to throw us out when it’s convenient but once someone opens their bloody mouth it’s a fucking problem? Nah, I’m not staying here. I said I’d try, Finn. And I did. I’m leaving. Enjoy your dinner.”

When Finn stood up to follow, you shook your head. “Stay here, Finn. You’ve got no reason to leave. I just can’t sit here in the same room as him as he acts like a bloody hero.”

[zodiyack]

Closed Doors

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x (nonship)daughter!Reader, Shelby family x (nonship)Shelby!Reader, Best friend character x fem!reader lol

Warnings: slight angst, fear of homophobia?, fluff, mention of drinking

Words: 414

Request: Hi! I was wondering could you do a pesky blinders fic where the reader is Tommy’s daughter and is gay but too afraid to come out until he finds her making out with her best friend one day (much like your Tommy’s son fic but with a lady?)

Note: oh god i haven't been able to write for a while, and im posting this on mobile (also meaning it'll take a bit to put it on my master list) regardless i hope it's okay. I also forgot who all is on the taglist now, this is just the taglist from when i saved this as a draft. Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @jenepleurepasbaby, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @stuckysslag, @psychkunox, @i-love-superhero, @marquelapage, @peakyxtommy, @stydia-4-ever, @babylooneytoonz, @livlaughquinn​, @bubsonnobx​

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Tommy walked along the street, pointing out random boys and joking with his brothers. "Wonder what kind of lad Y/N will end up with..." Not that he'd accept just anyone in his daughter's life.

Arthur snorted, "any guy out here would have to go through me. John and you too, no doubt."

John and Thomas nodded with a hearty laugh. "They'd have to fight that friend of hers too, she never leaves her side."

The men continued to bicker and chortle on their walk to the house.

"Hello Mr. Shelby!" Sonia chimed. Sonia was always welcomed, Y/N's best friend. She never had to ask, simply walk through the front door. He greeted her back as she sped up the stairs to Y/N's room, closing the door behind her.

After a few hours, and after the rest of the company went out, Thomas decided he wanted to go to Garrison. As he was the only one home, aside from the two girls, he made his way up the stairs to notify them of his absence.

The courtesy of knocking escaped him as he pushed her door open, the payment for such action taking a gasp from his parted lips. Before him was the sight of his daughter and her best friend, lips upon each other's, quickly separating at the sound of the door.

"Dad-" Y/N's eyes welled with tears, crushing Tommy's heart, and seemingly Sonia's as she looked to her friend with concern.

"Mr. Shelby, I promise-"

"Don't." He looked down and leaned against the door frame. "Why do you feel the need to hide away? Why couldn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry..." She sobbed quietly.

"Don't be. It's who you are, what is there to be sorry about?"

Sonia perked up, "you're not mad?"

Thomas let out a genuine chuckle. "Why would I be?"

"My parents...they weren't too fond of my attraction to Y/N. We feared that you'd feel the same." He felt empathy for the shaking girl, her gaze averted in shame.

"I take pity that your parents are ignorant. You cannot control who you love. In this case, it's my daughter. My only asks, are that you treat her well..."

The girls looked hopeful, staring at him anticipating his continuation. "And?"

"And that you keep the door open when you're in her room. I trust that you can respect these requests. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go to the Garrison and have a drink."

-

Bonus:

"do you think he's drinking because of us?" Sonia asked fearfully.

Y/N chucked, "no, he just likes to drink."

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Heart, Body and Soul || One year celebration

It’s Heart, Body and Soul month! Almost year ago, on August 7th, I posted the first chapter of Heart, Body and Soul, and now August really feels like the series’s month. I can’t believe it’s been a year. A year ago I had no idea I’d carrying on with my project to actually make this a long series, instead of just imagining how things could develop further - and tbh I had no idea I would still be writing the first part lmao. I wanna thank all those who stuck around, your support means everything to me🤍

So I decided to make a little celebration. At first I wanted to post it on August 7th, but then I thought that it would be nice to make the whole month part of it. Whether you’re a writer or just a reader, this is something you can participate in, so if you’re interested keep reading down below!

And before I forget, if you’ve just come across this and wanna give Heart, Body and Soul a chance, you can find it HERE

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☀️ Be creative

For my fellow writers, feel free to write something summer themed featuring Nina, and of course your lovely OCs. It can be a drabble, a full story or even a sentence with a little moodboard, everything is welcome!

☀️ Gaze into the crystal ball

For those of you who might have missed it, a few months ago I made a post about Heart, Body and Soul having multiple parts and following the events of the series up until season six. Everything’s already planned out, and I know exactly how Nina and Tommy’s story will develop and end. Make some assumptions about things that might happen. I won’t tell you if you’re right or wrong, of course, but it will be fun to see what you expect of the story!

☀️ Behind the scenes

If you have any questions about things that happened in the chapters posted until now or have some curiosities about something/wanna know why I made certain choices, now it’s the right time to ask!

☀️ Fool for you

Not long ago I made a joke about the fact that I could write a whole compilation of Tommy pining over Nina. So I went to reread the chapters and counted 16 scenes. Send me a number between 1 and 16 and you’ll get one!

☀️ Snoop around

A while ago I saved on Pinterest some photos that resemble how I picture the Ferrante house. Send me an emoji and I’ll share a room with you!

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@zablife @queenofshinigamis @raincoffeeandfandoms / @justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark

@kmc1989 @babayaga67 @kmhappybunny240 @diorrfairy @mariaelizabeth21-blog1

@gaslysainz @brummiereader @loverhymeswith @fairypitou @prettywhenicry4

@mysticalbouquetwolf-posts @woofgocows @girlwith-thepearlearring @goblinjnr @outlanderuniverse

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General tag list:

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@lucillethings @peakyxtommy @queenofkings1212 @lyarr24 @kmc1989

@call-sign-shark @jomarch-wannabe @ce1iat

@red-riding-wood @optimisticsandwichgladiator

Tommy Shelby taglist:

@50svibes

[peakyxtommy]

Peaky Holiday Prompts

Not So Little - Thomas Shelby x Daughter x Wife!Reader

Little Christmas Tree - Finn Shelby x Fem!Reader

Christmas Proposal - Michael Gray x Fem!Reader 

Wrapping Lesson - Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

Special Ornaments - John Shelby x Fem! Reader

Lost At The Christmas Markets - Finn Shelby x Fem Reader

Baby’s First Christmas - (John, Bonnie, & Isaiah x Fem!Reader All)

The Christmas Secret - Bonnie x Fem!Reader

Christmas Spirit Is In The Air - Michael Gray x Fem!Reader

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Kinktober 2020 Masterlist

All gif creds to owners

Lingerie- Remus Lupin

Sleepy morning sex- Severus Snape

Cock-warming- Sirius Black

Daddy Kink- lucius Malfoy

Drunk sex- hermione granger

69- neville Longbottom

Giggly, humorous sex- Luna Lovegood

Against a wall- Oliver Wood

Pregnancy Sex- Tommy Shelby

Pegging- Arthur Shelby

Sexual Frustration- John Shelby

Strip tease- Finn Shelby

Getting Caught- Ada Shelby/Thorne

Being Watched- Polly Grey

Threesome- Isiah Jesus

One night stand- Luca Changretta

Breeding- Alfie Solomons

Dom/Sub- Sherlock Holmes

Size Difference- Mycroft Holmes

Food play- John Watson

Roleplay- Irene Adler

Temperature Play- Greg Lestrade

Phone sex- James Moriarty

Aftercare- Sandor Clegane

Hickeys- Jorah Mormont

Quickie- Jon Snow

Kissy missionary- Sansa Stark

Aphrodisiac- Tyrion Lannister

Sensory Deprivation- Cersei Lannister

Jealousy/ possessiveness- Margaery Tyrell

Spanking- Tywin Lannister

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The Proposal:

Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts

Trigger Warnings: So much Fluff that my teeth are hurting from how sweet it is.

*Based off Fluff Prompt #5 from my Peaky Prompts list.*

Word Count: 1,249

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Requested by: Anon, you can find it here.

Summary: Y/N’s ordinary day at work turns into the surprise of a lifetime.

Your eyes were covered with a blindfold as Polly led you to what felt like a field, given there was grass beneath your feet and you could feel your clothes catching on the tall wheat plants swaying in the wind as you followed her lead.

“Am I being kidnapped by your family? What have I done?” You asked with a smile, Polly laughing lightly as she led you onward.

“We wouldn’t dare kidnap you. You’re too precious.” She said, thinking about how you’d been there for Tommy during his darkest moments, seeing him off before the war and putting him back together when he came back. It was a slow process, but you made sure to be one of the only constant things in his life. The only one who could get him to let half of his walls down since they were built up like a fortress. The stones so heavy you didn’t think you’d be able to bear them yourself. But you did, and here you were being led on one of the most interesting times of your life, blindfolded of all things.

“It’s getting late Pol, I was supposed to meet Tom at the Garrison remember?” You asked, your mind racing with how the days events unfolded.

You’d gone through half the days work to find a letter written by none other than your long-time boyfriend Thomas Shelby. The infamous main man of the backstreet razor gang you’d come to love. The letter included a small picture of the two of you from your first date years ago, taken by Polly on the front steps of the old house on Watery Lane. The two of you young and full of life before the war.

“Y/N, you know he said in the letter he was trying to make up for the time spent away from you. I’m just helping him out. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my heathen of a nephew.” She said, slowing her steps as you thought about how you’d gotten to be behind a blindfold.

Polly had whisked you away per Thomas’ request that was unbeknownst to you. Telling her to take you out for an early lunch as a treat for not seeing you enough recently, giving her a few extra shillings to put towards a nice outfit for later.

You being a lover of anything remotely of shopping, perked up at the request, and so you couldn’t turn it down. Not when you had free reign of the shops with just the mention of the Shelby name.

Although, living a life of crime, or more-so watching the others that you’d grown to love, live a life of crime wasn’t always easy. Seeing as you’ve had your fair share of late nights wondering when he’d be home, dealing with constant surveillance due to threats, or deciding whether or not to sew a wound up or have a doctor give it a go.

But this was one of the perks, albeit a rare one as he wasn’t the most romantic of the Shelby men. Most times he’d send you flowers or would take you out on the town when his schedule would allow it, even if it didn’t fall quite on a day worth celebrating, but you applauded his efforts anyway as he was a busy man with a million things going on in his head.

At times, this would put strain on the both of you. You sometimes wishing to turn his brain off, like a light switch. Just so he could focus on you and your relationship for more than 5 minutes. But deep down you knew he tried his best given what he’s been through. Doing everything he had to do to make sure you were safe, even if it meant going weeks without you like recently. But now was his time to make up for it, and little did you know how great of a length he’d gone to make that happen.

Polly slowed her steps as you felt someone near you, the familiar smell of his cologne filling your nose as he undid the blindfold. Your eyes soon adjusting to the sunlight that was just starting to fade into the evening sky.

Thomas’ eyes were happier than you’d seen in weeks. And if you were honest it was a little unsettling at first, at least internally. You’d grown accustomed to his steely gaze but he’d always reserved a softer glance just for you. But this one was...different. There was more love there than before. More depth.

As you tore your eyes away from his with a smile, you quickly looked around at the set-up he had going.

There was a vardo sitting nearby, the one he’d shown you years ago where you’d make out until sunset until one of his parent would come looking for him. And there were two chairs and a makeshift table, with torches around it lighting the area. It was nothing compared to the lavish living you were accustomed to now, but it felt more like him. More at home in a way. Especially with the beautiful lake in the distance that matched the blue of his eyes. The color of them pulling you in like a riptide as he pulled your attention back to him with a light stroke of your cheek.

“Where’d you go just now?” He asked, seeing you have that look once before after he took you to London the night before a mission, seeing some of the city that you’d never had the privilege of being to until then.

“Paradise...I mean look love, it’s beautiful! How’d you put all this together? Never knew you had it in ya.” You said jokingly, wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulled you close, his lips finding yours in an instant.

“I may have stayed here and planned it out with the lads...” he said, referring to his brothers and trusted friend Johnny Dogs.

“Well I think it’s lovely. But I do have to ask...what’s all this for?” You asked, his facial expression changing slightly as he put his hand in his pocket.

“I wanted to surprise you since I’ve been away so long. Also, it got me thinking about something.” He said, watching Polly walk off in the distance, giving you two the privacy you needed.

“You’re always thinking Tommy, I need specifics.” You said with a smirk.

“I was thinking about the future. Our future.” He said, holding your left hand in his as he got down on one knee, the sunset reflecting on his eyes as he gazed up at you.

Your heart raced as he let go to open the small box, a large diamond ring sticking out of the velvet casing.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?” He asked, a cautiously hopeful look on his face as you smiled through your tears. Your hand shaking as you held it out to him.

“Yes!” You said aloud, wiping the tears from your cheeks as he slipped the ring on your finger and wrapped you in a long, protective hug.

For one day, it definitely was the most eventful of them, and you wouldn’t trade any of it for the world, even if you’d gotten offered millions to leave the family, you knew in your heart you couldn’t. It was where you belonged, and now the two of you looked forward to your adventure in marriage. Knowing the title of becoming a Shelby was sure to come with some perks.

Thomas Shelby Tag List:

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@lovemissyhoneybee​ @thomashelbyswhore​​, @xxbeckybeexx-blog​

@imapala67-aka-baby​

If you’d like to be added/removed just send me an ask or message! :)

[fuckingthefictional]

All I want- Part 3

Pairing: Michael Gray x reader

All I want: masterlist

Warnings: mentioned suicide (Graces first husband), possible spelling mistakes and errors.

A/N- Thank you, Thank you, Thank You for the overwhelming support on this book- I’m so glad that you’re all enjoying it! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist. Hope you’re all staying safe! Xx

Y/N remembered the first time she ever met Henry. They must’ve both been about 4 years old- it was strange really, he just sort of turned up in their tiny town.

It wasn’t every day that a sleek black car pulled up outside of your neighbours house, especially when the passenger was a small boy.

He had no belongings from what Y/N could make out - and it appeared that he was living with the Johnsons.

They were a kind couple, they always offered to help others in any way that they could.

Mrs Johnson ran Sunday school at the local church and and Johnson ran the local grocery shop- Y/N liked the kind old man because he snook her sweets over the counter.

But it was obvious that they both had a sadness around them-they always longed for a child of their own, and this blonde haired boy had to of been their chance of becoming parents.

Y/N remembered the first words that he ever spoke to her- he was shy, he was almost constantly behind Mrs Johnson’s figure only peering out as he spoke.

“This is for you.” He’d said before he then handed Y/N a bunch of daisies.

It didn’t take long for the two to become friends. As the two grew closer together, flowers became a communication of sorts.

If they’re had an argument- flowers were the peace treaty.

One of them had a bad day at the school house- a bunch of flowers acted as the perfect pick me up and a silent exchange of support.

And although it only happened once- If Henry wanted to confess his feelings for Y/N- then the flowers just deepened the meaning between the pair.

What could Y/N say even at the young age of four- she was a sucker for blonde boys and flowers.

“Duck!” An excited cry sounded from inside Matthew’s side of the double pram.

Looking down Y/N watched as her baby boy clapped and squealed excitedly at the prospect of seeing the birds on the pond.

It was difficult to get over the fact that Matthew was beginning to talk and understand the world around him a little bit more.

A part of Y/N wanted her baby to stay just that- a baby, a sweet, cherub faced infant.

She didn’t want him to grow up, but that was how life was. Y/N would make the most of her time with Matthew- creating memories for both of them to look back onto.

“Duck! Duck!” The baby’s chubby fingers pointed towards the duck pond.

“That’s right my darling- there are ducks, what does the duck say?”

“Quack!”

She laughed at his enthusiasm, she turned to Charlie who was chewing on his fist and looking up at the autumn leaves.

Y/N had been working for Tommy and Grace for almost 6 months now. It was safe to say that she enjoyed it and had the passion for the work that she did.

New York also never seemed to get old either- despite being in the city for over half a year she could always rely on the bustling streets, towering buildings and the constant hum of cars and traffic to excite and inspire her.

Things were also way more relaxed in the states, it was the jazz age- the age of liberation and Freedom from stereotypes that once held people in shackles.

Y/N was in shock at the amount of people in her social class that were accepting and happy at the prospect that she had a child.

Some even went as far to give her tips and tricks they had heard or used.

But despite her more than welcoming and kind experiences with Americans- it made Y/N miss her life in London even more.

She missed having tea and gossip sessions with Ada. Reading James’ latest articles and poems, watching Karl and Matthew play together happily. Y/N was even missing her old bed.

She’d just missed having familiarity around her, something that was difficult to come by in New York.

The young woman pushed these thoughts out of her mind, deciding that if she continued thinking about London any more- then she was only setting herself up for feeling terribly homesick later on.

Instead she kept her focus on the two boys in the pram, watching as they took in the world around them.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to circle back through the park, and end up back at the temporary Shelby residence.

When she opened the door however, her good mood was dampened. As she saw several stacks of trunks and suitcases lying by the door.

“Y/N,” Tommy was stood in the entrance to his office, “I need to talk to you.” He gestured to his office.

“Can I have fifteen minutes- to sort the children and settle them down for their nap?” The girl waited for a response, which came in the form of a short nod from her employer.

Y/N continued to walk down the hall, pushing the pram ahead of her as she did so.

When she entered the nursery, she closed the curtains. Casting shade and dimness across the room. The young woman began the routine of putting the boys to bed.

She cranked up the music box, allowing a soft melody to flow through the room- it never failed to soothe both babies.

And as the music succumbed to their senses, it wasn’t mere minutes until soft snores filled the room and both boys were fast asleep in their cribs.

Y/N wasted no time as she swiftly exited the room, making sure to close the door softly on her way out.

Knocking on Tommy’s office door, she waited until she could hear the older man invite her in.

As she heard a hum of confirmation, Y/N entered. Tommy was sat at his desk, a cigarette in his mouth, furiously scribbling what it seemed was a letter.

Y/N coughed, letting her presence be known, “You asked to see me Sir?”

“What did I tell you about that?” He said in a deadpanned voice.

She repeated the urge to roll her eyes, “That I should call you Tommy.”

“And...” He beckoned her on

“That Mrs Shelby-“ Tommy looked up at Y/N, eye brow raised, “Grace, is comfortable and happy with me calling her by her first name.”

Tommy nodded, “now that that’s been cleared up- I need to discuss some matters with you.”

Y/N felt her stomach lurch in panic, had she done something wrong? Was she about to be dismissed as Charles’s nanny?

“You might’ve noticed that our trunks are by the door. That’s because we are planning on moving back to England next week.” Tommy licked his lips, “You may have also noticed that Grace has been absent today.”

Y/N nodded, it was strange without the blonde Irishwoman. She always provided the apartment with a certain joy. It was no wonder the apartment felt emptier.

“That is because she’s attending her late husbands funeral.”

“Pardon?”

“Let it be known Y/N that I’m only entrusting you with this information because I trust you. I trust you as an employee, as someone who cares for my son and I trust you as a friend.” Tommy’s cold blue eyes pierced into her, “Grace’s was married to another man when Charlie was conceived- the man in question committed suicide after finding out that Grace had a child with me.”

“So why are we running?” Y/N questioned.

The Brummy chuckled, “I am aware of some family that Grace’s husband had strong ties to. Said family is apart of a strong gang here in New York- I’m taking the precaution of moving us all back to England in case Grace becomes a suspect in the death of her late husband. I’m willing to miss out on some potential business if it means that those I care about are slightly safer.”

“Who would’ve known,” Y/N chuckled, “Thomas Shelby has a heart.”

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[peakywitch]

Fuck Men - John Shelby

“Hello i hope you’re still accepting requests! Can i ask for one with John Shelby. Y/N goes out with her friends and gets roofied (someone put drugs in her drink) and they call john and it’s all messy and full of angst. John comes in with Arthur and Tom and they try to make her vomit it up and he’s crying and fluff at the end. Hope you’re still raking requests I really love your writing! Xx” 

Warnings: drugs intoxication, alcohol, this one is little disgusting sorry

words: 1580

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I ain't got time for you baby, either you're mine or you're not

Make up your mind sweet baby, right here, right now's all we got

Although The Garrison was one of the best pubs in town, the one run by the Germans, Die Rotte, a few blocks from it was best for having an actual good time. That's where you could find Y/N and her girlfriends every other Friday night. They weren’t exactly women exclusive, but only the best men could get inside.

It was quite a delightful place, to be honest. White walls, art deco everywhere, good alcohol, an amazing band who played the best Charleston in town. The night was one of the best nights. It was a chilly summer night, so dresses were being shown off.

“Y/N, try this!” screamed Lizzie with ecstasy, handing her a glass.

“What is it?” she asked from the table, seeing her friend coming from the bar.

“It’s called Fallen Angel! It tastes like lemon and...just try it!” Lizzie had a beautiful smile on her face, maybe it was snow or the facts that she had gotten a proper job.

A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance until we drop

A little party never killed nobody, right here, right now's all we got

“Ok, I’m in. Get me one!” she smiled, after swallowing the exotic greeny drink.

Lizzie started her way once again to the bar and after Y/N held a small conversation with Ada, who was almost as drunk as Lizzie, she came back.

“Here is to us, ladies.” she started to distribute the questionable amount of alcohol between the six women on the table “Fuck being a fuckin’-” she interrupted herself “Fuck men!”

“Fuck men!” the other women chorused, but Y/N could only smile.

She was the only one who got a decent love story. But a decent love story won’t stop anyone from drinking a whole glass in just ten seconds, does it? No, it doesn't.

Time passed by and the night was getting better and better, almost like a movie. The dance floor was filled with sweaty couples dancing non-stop to some loud charleston that rumbled in their hearts, threatening to leave their bodies.

Her legs started to feel weaker, but she knew that was alcohol because it’s the first sign: fragile legs. She knew the others were feeling the same, because they had taken the same amount, or even more.

“I need air!” screamed Y/N, trying to make Ada understand her over the music.

“You need her?” asked her sister in law in return, the music had her going.

“I need…!” she began again, the room started to spin faster and faster, the trumpets were making her head weight and her ears buzz. “John, Ada…”

“Y/N!” voices began to scream her name, but the noise was clouding her mind, and her eyes were not responding anymore, being covered by her heavy eyelids.

But just as she tried to reach out for Ada’s arms, she fell.

“Liz!” screamed Ada, panicking “Lizzie!”

She appeared by her side in a split second, and saw her on the floor, holding her unconscious sister-in-law. 

“Oh Lord, Y/N!” she screamed and knelt by Ada’s side.

She tapped her face abruptly, trying to wake her up.

“She’s not waking up!” they both stated in fear and got her out of the dancefloor screaming to the other dancers.

They sat her on their table, and wet her face with the ice cube that her glass had. While Lizzie was focused on her friend and bathing her neck with the cold water, Ada had her eyes on Y/N’s Glass.

“Ada, another one! Come on, it’s not-” she turned her face and saw Ada’s eyes stuck on her glass “Did…?” she whispered, forgetting about everything.

“There’s something white, Lizzie…” Ada began to tear up, thinking about her friend being harmed.

Lizzie left the bar as rapidly as she could, and ran three blocks down to the Garrison. Her chest was getting cold, and her ankles started to hurt: high heels were not meant for running on a messy street at three am, drunk and scared.

She began to scream John’s name even before she reached the entrance to the Garrison.

“John! Shelby! John! John!” she entered the Garrison, not forgetting to scream Shelby's name. He wasn’t in the big room, he had to be in the booth.

His name burned her throat, she said it so many times she started to forget what to say.

“John!” she burst into the private booth, and everybody stopped laughing.

“Lizzie?” asked John confused, she was supposed to be with Y/N.

He knew something was up, he saw it on her face.

“It’s Y/N!”

He got up as quickly as he could, even faster. Lizzie didn’t have to say another word, for he was running down the street, fearing the worst.

A soft and cold wind was drying his lungs, but it would take more than just wintery weather to prevent him from running towards her. Not even war could stop him from whispering her name in his prayers. If he prayed, it was for her. For her to be safe during the disgusting Spanish flu, for her to be happy during those birthdays he was away, not knowing if his “Happy Birthday” letter would make its way before he took his last breath.

“Y/N!” his voice echoed in the pub, and his throat almost ripped.

“John!” cried Ada, not knowing why her friend wasn’t responding.

And in a few confusing seconds, her body was over John’s shoulder, he was trying to get her out of there.

“Please stay with me, I need you.” he kept on reciting as if he was trying to memorize those exact words. “Please, I need you. Stay with me.”

The walk from the bar all the way to the house in Watery Lane was infernal and everlasting. He couldn't pronounce the words correctly, he was mumbling desperate thoughts, which made no sense on his lips.

Polly, who was spending a cosy night in, opened the door, as an answer to the shouts from her nephews. And as John entered the house in a rush, he placed the girl on the couch, trying to make her wake up.

“What the hell are we even supposed to do!” Ada cried, not knowing why she wasn’t waking up.

“What did she have, Ada?” he asked, taking his blue vest off.

“We don’t know! Her glass had something white at the very bottom, we don’t know what happened, John.” She was about to pull her hair off her head, she was sure it was a nightmare.

“White?” he screamed “She got her drink fucked over and you tell me now?” he was roaring, scaring Ada even more.

“Why don’t you take the girl to the doctor, instead of screaming to your sister?” Polly confronted him “Fighting Ada won’t stop time, it’s making you lose it!”

“John!” his oldest brother entered the house, nervous and curious about what was happening. Tommy was walking right behind Arthur.

“Y/N is under some fucking drug, and I don’t have any idea of what to do…!” he was about to cry, his eyes were stinging.

“What was in her glass?” asked Tommy, taking his jacket off.

“She was drinking a Fallen Angel and there was something white and dusty at the very bottom…” remembered Ada, cleaning her constant tears.

“So it was at the bottom, good to know it didn’t dissolve,” Tommy answered, and walked up to John.

“Brother, listen to me.” he said, taking John’s face in his hands “You take her to the bathroom, and we know you hate puke, but you have to make her vomit.”

He began to instruct quickly on how to help her, and John was suffering by the simple thought of hurting her.

“You won’t hurt her, you just…” Tommy was being careful with his words for the first time in ages, and John was thankful “You just touch everything in there, and it will result. Trust me, she’ll be alright.”

John walked into the bathroom with her, dead weight.

“I’m so sorry, please wake up…”

Some say you float, some say it’s like a dream. Some say you feel everything around you, some say you don’t even realize. But it was fucking disgusting for Y/N, she was dancing a popular Charleston and, when she opened her eyes, she had his husband fingers all the way up to her throat, making a nightmare out of a party.

“What the fuck!” she screamed, feeling how even her soul could leave her body in that same minute.

Both of her hands gripped onto John’s shirt, as she was still not seeing a thing.

“I can’t fucking see!” she screamed, scared to death.

“Don’t worry, Y/N.” said a voice from behind her, she was scared “It will come back to you in a few seconds, don’t worry.”

John hugged her, tightly against his chest.

“John.” she relaxed her body, while susurrating his name.

“Don’t you ever scare me like this again, because next time I might not survive the fear.”

“I’m sorry I scared you, I love you.” she apologized, while her fingers danced in his neck.

“I need you by my side until I die, please don’t leave before me.” he was being truthful, it was never hard for him when she was by his side.

“I’ll try not to, love. I’ll try not to.”

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