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Hi! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you’d like to write something with this one, I’m not too late and your gif requests are still open🫶🏻

Hi Reb, tysm for the ask! I haven't written Michael much recently so this was a treat! I went for dark!Michael bc he's so perfect for that characterization. I hope you enjoy it!

I Told Them

"How? How the fuck did they know?" Michael asked, running his hands through his neatly combed hair.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, you stroked along the silk backing of his waistcoat. "Michael, I....there's something I need to tell you," you said in a trembling voice.

He turned capturing your small hands in his as his brow furrowed in confusion. "What is it?," he asked. Noticing how unsteady you looked on your feet, as though you might faint, he motioned toward a chair.

You searched the kitchen nervously, taking a seat across from your husband before clearing your throat. Michael paced to the other side of the room nervously as you collected your courage to speak.

Then finally you looked up at him, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes. "It was me," you said in a voice barely above a whisper. "I told them."

Michael stopped with a jerk and turned to face you, allowing your confession to wash over him slowly. "You fucking what?" he spat suddenly as he pressed his palms into the table, leaning forward to challenge you. You could see the rage building within him as his breath quickened.

"I told them," you repeated. With no servants bustling about, the sound of your words echoed off the tiled walls, amplifying your timid voice.

Michael's jaw clenched and his upper lip snarled with such animalistic aggression you thought he might lunge across the table at any moment. You clutched your arms tightly to your chest fearful of what he might do next.

"Was this your plan all along? Have me arrested so you could take my money?" Michael asked, walking around the long table toward you slowly.

You gulped as you shook your head. "No, of course not! I love you, Michael. I was only trying to help," you explained. The closer he drew to you, the more afraid you became.

Michael had changed in his brief time with the blinders. He was not the same boy you'd known in the village and he certainly wasn't the husband who vowed to love and cherish you. He was capable of anything, you knew that the night he came home covered in Father Hughes' blood.

Michael towered over you, a dangerous gleam in his eye as he raised you from the creaking chair by your elbow.

"They already knew about your family's involvement. It wouldn't have been long before they connected it to you. I thought if they knew the truth about the priest's past, you'd be granted clemency. Anyone who knew would surely show mercy because that man did terrible things and he deserved what he got," you rambled, hoping he would see you'd tried to be a loyal wife. No matter what he'd done, you were on his side.

His hand flew to your throat as he hissed, "If you believe one word of the shit you just said, you're dumber than I thought. They'll hang me for this!" He shook you with brutal force and you felt as though you might lose consciousness.

As he held you up against the cold iron sink for support, he inhaled a ragged breath. "Only one thing you said is true, Hughes deserved to die for what he did to me," Michael said, a distant look in his eye as the painful memories resurfaced.

The moment was not to last as his grip soon tightened painfully. Your vision went spotty from lack of oxygen and Michael leaned in to whisper, "And so do you."

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@peakyswritings Reb, this is a beautiful gift! I love the story you've told in a handful of frames, ending with the fire in the lower right 🤭 Poor Rosie, she's a disaster in the kitchen!

Where Alfie tries to teach Rose how to bake, but it turns out very badly. What seems like a good start, soon turns into a chain of mistakes not even Alfie can fix.

“It was just a small mistake, Al.”

“Rosie. We almost went fucking flambé.”

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell/Solomons. Rose belongs to @justrainandcoffee

A/N: made this for Rose’s birthday. I hope you and Rose both like it, Flor!🤍

Dividers credit

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Hi Lee, how are you?❤️ Here to send some good vibes your way and wish you a week full of wonderful things🌟

Awww, thanks Reb!! This has put the biggest smile on my face. I wish you an amazing week as well 💞

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Ohh this looks so fun!!

💌💝💜

Hey Reb!! It's so good to hear from you! I hope you're doing well. Your date is quite unique. Michael is escorting you to Charlie's yard for drinks. Thanks for playing 🥰

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Hi Lee🤍 I’m SO late, but I have a request for the Corrupt a Wish challenge! I was thinking maybe Tommy + “The slight smell of smoke in the air” from the cozy prompt list?🧡🎃

Hiya Reb! I love this choice bc it fits Tommy perfectly! Alex requested this as well so I've already been brainstorming ideas 😈

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@peakyswritings Tysm for reading and leaving these wonderful comments, Reb! This was indeed an angsty one, but I'm pleased the fight distracted you from the reveal at the end. I was hoping for a shock. It wouldn't be corrupt a wish without an eery twist and loads of drama, right? 😉

An Unexpected Visit

Jack Nelson x OC (Eva Nelson)

A/N: Visits from the dead requested by @evita-shelby. OC belongs to her. Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge.

Warnings: drinking, supernatural phenomenon, divergence from canon Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution!

“Here we are again," Jack remarked, wandering about the drawing room of Arrow House to inspect the gaudy paintings and overstuffed furniture with obvious displeasure.

Eva turned away from the bar slowly, exasperation evident in her clenched jaw despite the look of exhaustion in her eyes. “I didn’t ask you to come,” she reminded him as she took a sip of her drink.

Clicking his tongue in rebuke, Jack shook his head at her. “You should never have started drinking again, Evie. Losin’ your looks,” he remarked. The insult fell flat as she observed the melancholy in his voice, evidence of the pain he still carried.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Jack,” she stated, fingers unconsciously ghosting over the heart locket he’d gifted her years ago.

A mirthless chuckle echoed over her shoulder, his only attempt at denial. “Don't remember, doll?"

"You won't let me forget," she bit back, swallowing harshly.

"Ten years," he reminisced, gliding his index finger along her spine.

Eva shivered, feeling the chill rush throughout her body. "And I was loyal to you every day," she recounted, cutting her eyes at him sharply.

"All but one," Jack corrected. "The day Michael shot..."

"Do I have to relive that day every time you visit?" Eva interrupted impatiently, refilling her glass. "You know, I'm growing tired of this, Jack."

She wavered momentarily, feeling the force of his heartbeat rocking her where she stood, a potent reminder of the connection they'd once shared. As she attempted to raise the bottle of tequila, an icy hand stopped her.

"Thought I told you to stop this," Jack hissed. "You're killing yourself," he whispered into her ear.

Eva shook her head, to release the demon from her shoulder. "You don't know a damn thing about my life now!"

"I know this is no way to go," he countered.

Eva released the bottle and suddenly felt the hand around her relinquish it's hold. Searching the room for her beloved, she whispered, "I am sorry for what happened...I hoped he'd be more cautious with his lies and his truths."

"Truth from the devil of Small Heath?" Jack retorted.

"You'll always blame me for believing him, but he'd already laid his curses," she tried to justify. "He knew..."

"Knew what?" Jack asked, though he was certain of the answer.

"That no one was listening," she gulped.

"A godless man who took matters into his own hands. You should've known he would let his cousin kill me before doing business with me," Jack nodded in understanding but not acceptance, the vision of him fading from sight as he'd done on so many occasions before.

"No, don't go!" Eva shouted into the empty room, slumping against the wall for support. It was the same every year on their anniversary, to be visited by the ghost of her husband. The torture of it, driving her to ruin. And though Tommy Shelby had offered her solace in his exquisite mansion and his waiting arms, she would never forgive herself for Jack's murder.

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Yellow and jade for the colours of the moots!!

Awww, thx Reb!! You are navy + green to me, perhaps bc I see you as a free spirited artist at heart. I want to join you dancing in golden sunlight 💕

Colors of the Moots ask game

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Yay, it’s season of the witch!🧙‍♀️

Trick or treat?🎃

Hiya, Reb! So happy to see you and give you this TRICK ✨

I know it looks creepy, but don't worry! They're just enthusiastic fans who can't stop chatting about the latest chapter of Heart, Body and Soul 😉

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When I see your name on the dash my mind immediately goes to vintage (especially 60s), Lana Del Rey, and also Esme Lee from PB - that’s probably the very first thing that came to my mind when we became mutuals! I feel you’re a warm and friendly person, and people immediately feel comfortable with you🤍

Tysm for the lovely compliment, Reb! It makes my heart happy to know my blog is a welcoming space for others. I feel the same about your bright personality and caring spirit. Here's what else I think of when I see your username...

A dancer surrounded by golden hour sunlight, a hidden library with volumes of beautiful leather bound books, a bowl of juicy berries you savor one by one and I can't forget...

Now that Winston has entered my subconscious, he won't leave 😂

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Hi Lee, how are you? I just wanted to check up on you, I hope everything’s going well for you🤍

Hey Reb, tysm for your kind message. I'm doing okay. Taking some time out from moving to rest and read this weekend and at least one of your fics is on my list 😍 Btw I had some images I've been hoarding for Nina I had to share with you. What do you think?

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Hi Lee! How about a treat from one of your WIPs?🎃🎃

Reb, tysm for the ask! I'll treat you to a "Changretta call" between Tommy and Aurora from My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars series bc I know you adore mob media as much as I do! This is a bit of dialogue I've imagined for far in the future. Let's set tongues wagging with this one, shall we?!?! **Spoilers below the cut**

“Well if it isn’t the Queen of New York City,” Tommy spat with enough venom to cut through the static of the transatlantic line. 

“It’s been a long time, Tom. I thought you would have let all that go by now,” Aurora chided him softly. 

“Forgive me for being curious about your new life abroad. It sounds as though you’re doing quite well for yourself. Nothing but dope and diamonds these days, isn’t that right?,” Tommy replied, reaching for the whisky glass and taking a generous swig. He heard Aurora sigh heavily at his remark and he closed his eyes, listening to her breath against the receiver. Suddenly she was in the room with him, laying against his bare chest on a summer night long ago. He wanted to find comfort in the memory, but inside he knew he was all alone. The bitter taste in his mouth could not be extinguished by the burn of the alcohol. 

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Hi Lee! haven’t heard from you in a while, and I just wanted to check up on you, I hope you’re well🤍

Reb!! Sorry to reply to this lovely message so late, but it was such fun to find upon my return to Tumblr! I can't wait to catch up on your latest work, esp to see what my fave OC, Nina, has gotten up to! 😉

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Thanks, Reb! John and his feisty little wife are quite the team! It was such fun writing their dynamic. I'm happy you enjoyed it!

This look he has just reeks of touch my wife one more time and I'll raise hell. Or reader is shy (and married to Tommy) and is trying not to be rude + moving to stop the touches on her arm. Tommy sees if they keep doing it before he intervenes

Tommy watching you do just anything at home

John pretending to read but watching you tell a someone off. Also him waiting to see if the guy does something

Sorry 😅idk what to do with myself

Tysm for the ask, darl! I love all of these amazing ideas! Protective Tommy makes me feral and that look in the 2nd GIF is pure sunshine. However, I've written loads of Tommy requests recently so I'll show John some love.

Place Your Bets

"You there!" a mean looking drunk shouted over the din of the betting shop. You didn't bother looking up from your desk as you concentrated on taking a customer's bet over the telephone.

Undeterred, the man slowly clomped toward you, swaying as he walked. He approached wreaking of whisky and body odor and you hung up as quickly as possible to shoo him away. Rising from the desk you motioned to the back of the queue, closer to the doors where the stench would be carried away with the breeze. "You'll have to wait your turn," you informed him tersely.

"I know you," he said with a sneer, showing off a row of rotten, yellow teeth. "You was the lass who took my bet last week."

You turned away, unsure how the poor sod had placed his bet and not caring in the slightest.

"I'm talking to you!" he shouted and you turned with fire dancing in your eyes as he dared to continue. "You gave me that rubbish tip about Monaghan Boy!" he said, wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve.

"Gonna let your missus handle that one?" a secretary asked as she passed John's desk.

John lowered his paper as he shrugged, "Why not? She can take care of herself better than half the men here," he said, voice swelling with pride. He grinned to himself as he thought of all the times you'd bested him in an argument and counted himself lucky someone else was on the receiving end of your temper for once.

"He must have been off his tits! Came in dead last," the man grumbled to you.

"You'd know something about that, eh?" you countered, snickering as you pushed past him to gather a few papers.

"What did you say to me?," the man asked, puffing out his chest.

"Oh, God, this is going to be good," John said with a slight giggle. He could tell by your folded arms and the way your foot began to tap rapidly against the floorboards you were properly angry now.

You whipped around, annunciating your words as if he were a complete idiot, because he was. "I said you're a fucking drunk who made a shit bet so don't come in here and throw a wobbler like a bloody child!"

Sitting back to watch the drama unfold from behind his paper, John snickered as he listened to you give the man a tongue lashing. The man retaliated calling you a cunt.

John sucked in a breath. "Ooh, I wouldn't call her that, mate!" John commented to no one in particular, shaking his head. He kicked his feet off the desk and leaned forward slightly to see how you would return the insult.

You wagged a finger in the man's face, half his size, but berating him as though you were equally matched. "Call me that once more and I'll cut ya, ya filthy animal! Don't fuck with me!"

That's when John saw the man reach out to grab you by the arm and he was on his feet in seconds, pounding the floorboards menacingly. He pinned the man to the wall, narrowing his eyes at the bastard who dared lay a hand on you, asking, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The man could only gurgle in response as John held him by the throat.

You brushed your sleeve, noting the dirt he'd left behind with a frown before collecting yourself and lightly placing a hand on John's shoulder. He turned to look at you, eyes softening, but grip remaining firm.

"Can I borrow your blade, darling? Left mine in me other skirt," you said, voice as thick and sweet as honey.

"Of course, love," he said, handing it over with a quick kiss.

"Wait, wh-what's sh-she going to do with that?" the man stuttered, too afraid to move.

"Cut your balls off, I reckon," John replied. Breaking out into a shit eating grin, he reached up to smack the man on the cheek a couple of times. Then he pulled back to take in the look of horror as he snorted, "Nah, just take your eyes. She's a blinder after all and she did warn ya not to fuck with her."

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LEE THE NEW THEME I’M IN LOVE

Thanks, Reb! I wanted something flirty and fun for the upcoming holiday 💘 So good to see you back btw! Were you able to fix your car?

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Lee, about your 2024 moodboard, I was kinda curious about the 4th picture, the one with the little thing that releases smoke (I’m sorry, I don’t know what it’s called)

Reb, ty for the ask! The image is a burning bundle of sage which is supposed to help clear negative energy. I used it here more figuratively, as a symbol of starting the year in a positive environment conducive to self improvement. Altho the physical act of cleansing my home with sage does appeal to me as well, esp the added benefit it's rumored to have of reducing anxiety and creating a sense of calm.

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Lee, congrats again on your milestone, you deserve every single follower and so many more!❤️

💋 Now can you tell me a secret about Michael? I’m really curious about what you know about him…

Hi darling, I've posted your request here. It's called "Michael's Wedding Gift". I hope you enjoy it!