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The Duel (shelby!reader)

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮���𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹!

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗱𝘂𝗲𝗹.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭,𝟲𝟯𝟲

"Where are the boys going with the guns?" you asked your Aunt Polly. You sat at the kitchen table, dangling your legs off your chair. Polly sat opposite you, drinking some tea quietly. Your eyes were fixed on Arthur, Tommy, and John as they left the house quickly with rifles hanging on their shoulders. You were only eleven, and couldn't possibly understand what they were going to do.

"Don't look at them." Polly warned. The curtness in her voice was familiar, but there was a nervous undertone you weren't used to hearing.

Your brothers left quietly. You watched them through the window in silence as they got in Tommy's car and drove off.

"Will they be back soon?" you questioned. "Arthur's promised to take me and Finn to a film later." Your aunt took a long sip and put her cup down.

"I don't think that's going to happen, (y/n)." Polly breathed. She stared blankly at the wall, anxiously tapping her nails onto the table. The house was uncomfortably silent.

Upstairs, you could hear Karl crying. "Pol, I need help with the baby!" Ada called down. Polly sprung to her feet and drank the last of her tea.

"Hold on, I'm coming!" she shouted, and rushed upstairs. You were left alone in the kitchen, feeling uneasy.

It wasn't difficult to tell something was wrong. You'd rarely ever seen Polly so nervous, and it was starting to scare you. You bit your lip, looking around the room for some kind of distraction.

You noticed a revolver lying on the floor next to the sofa. 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴, you thought. You hopped off your chair to take a closer look at the gun.

It was surprisingly heavy, and you felt bizarre holding it in your hands. Finn had taught you how to cock a gun a few months back, having learned it from John. He had always been eager to show off new skills with you.

In that moment, you felt a longing for your brothers. You didn't understand why they had to leave so suddenly; all you knew was that you wanted to see them. So, in that moment, you decided to follow them. You quickly put on a scarf and a coat, slipping the gun into your pocket. Quietly, you snuck out the front door.

"It doesn't have to be like this, Kimber." Tommy spoke rationally. John, Arthur, and the whole of the Peaky Blinders stood behind him, all with large guns in their hands. Billy Kimber and his men, who were equally armed, stood opposite them.

"Too late for all that," Kimber scoffed. "You've bitten off more than you can chew, Thomas. And now I'm going to take over this shithole."

"So be it," Thomas breathed. He began to load his gun.

The brief silence was broken as you ran out from an alley and into the open street with the gun in your hand.

"Tommy!" you shouted, running towards your brother. "You forgot this!"

Your pace slowed to a halt as you noticed the looks on your brothers faces. They were stunned to see you, an eleven year-old girl, standing in between two rival gangs on the brink of battle. You suddenly felt overwhelmed by the countless faces staring at you.

You walked over to Tommy slowly, holding the gun in front of you. The street was unsettlingly quiet. You found yourself wanting nothing more than to go home.

Tommy took the gun carefully and  looked down at you. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, which only made you feel worse.

"I.. I'm sorry Tom.. I just.. I thought you might be needing it." you stammered.

Tommy didn't  respond, but crouched down to make eye contact with you. He put his hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eye.

"Listen to me very carefully (y/n).." he spoke. His tone was smooth, but you could tell by the grip of his hand that he was anything but. "You need to leave 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. Go home."

You looked up at Arthur and John, who avoided your gaze.

"What's going on here?" you asked, feeling uneasy. "What are you going to do?"

"Do what Tommy says, (y/n)," John spoke stiffly. "We'll be home soon enough."

You took a step away from your brothers, detaching yourself from Tommy. You turned around slowly to face Kimber and his men, who stared at you in silence.

"For fucks sake, Tommy. Get the girl out of here already." the gangster spat, cocking his gun.

"(y/n), I'm not joking. 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦." Tommy warned, keeping his eyes on you and Kimber at the same time.

"𝘕𝘰." you spoke; the embarrassment you had felt before was suddenly fading. In it's place, you felt a growing sense of anger.

"You're going to hurt eachother, I can tell." you said, raising your voice. Your eyes scanned the crowd around you.

"(y/n), 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?" Tommy questioned. He'd given up trying to act calm, and he wore a panicked expression.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked, ignoring Tommy's question. "I don't get it, what's the point? Why do you have to fight?"

You made eye contact with Kimber, and you immediately recognized him.

"I know you." you spoke gently. "You're Kimber, you're Tommy's 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥."

"(y/n), this doesn't have anything to do with you. Just go home, okay?" Tommy said for the last time. You whipped your head around aggressively.

"Stop telling me what to do!" you snapped. You stared at your brother in spite.

Your face felt hot, and you wanted to throw something. You weren't used to feeling this way, but you embraced it.

"You can't just solve things by 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 people! That won't change anything!" you shouted, letting your emotions overcome you. "Why do people have to die before you can agree on anything?!"

The street fell silent. You looked around one final time, hoping to God that your words meant something.

"She's right, you know." Kimber finally spoke. "Why should all you men die? It should just be them who's caused it."

Without warning, Kimber fired his gun at Tommy, barely grazing his arm.

Unable to process the situation in time, you fell on your stomach like Polly had taught you to do when you were just a toddler. You could see Tommy stumble backwards as one of his friends, Danny, ran in front of him and took a bullet in the heart.

You covered your ears as stray bullets were shot blindly from either side, none of them hitting a target. Finally, Tommy got on his feet and shot Kimber in the head. You turned away before you could see him die.

As soon as the gunfire ended, you felt Arthur scoop you up and drag you away. He quickly set you down on some crates that lined one of the surrounding buildings.

"Are you hurt?" he asked firmly, checking you for any wounds. You stared in horror as some of the Peaky Blinders men carried Danny away.

"No, no I'm okay." you said. Your voice was trembling.

You watched as Tommy stood in the middle of the street. He pressed his hand against his wound.

"Kimber and me fought this battle one on one. It's over."

Tommy turned to you, and your eyes met his.

"Go home to your families." he finished. Slowly, the men scattered.

Tommy wasted no time making his way to you. You breathed heavily in anticipation.

"What the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 was that, (y/n)?!" he spat.

"I'm sorry, I really am. I-"

"Don't 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 do something that fucking stupid again. You could've gotten yourself fucking 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥."

Tears were streaming down your flushed cheeks. You were overwhelmed with emotions. Fear, anger, and sadness rushed through your mind.

"I'm sorry, Tommy, I really am," you cried. "I just wanted to help you."

"Give her some credit, Tom." John said, walking over. "She's saved more than a few lives."

"𝘈𝘯𝘺 one of those bullets could have gone astray and hit her." Tommy spoke, and your brothers went silent. There was no denying it, your actions were reckless.

"They didn't though, did they?" John said, breaking the silence. He ruffled your hair, in an attempt to comfort you.

"Tommy's right, (y/n).." Arthur spoke frankly. "What you did was stupid, but it was brave."

Your face lit up as your eldest brother complimented you. It wasn't often you got this type of recognition.

Your eyes met Tommy's. He was still tense, but his expression wasn't as angry as it had been.

"Tom," you spoke. "I'm really sorry, okay? I didn't mean to scare you."

Tommy pulled you into a tight hug. You could feel his body shaking as he sighed deeply.

"Just.. don't do it again. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, (𝘺/𝘯)." was all he said.

"𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦." you whispered back, and that was enough to make your brother relax.

You drove back to Watery Lane with your brothers, sitting in silence. John and Arthur let you sit in the front of the car next to Tommy, saying that you'd earned that honor. It was a rare oppurtunity, but you weren't able to enjoy it. You'd been exposed to a violent side of your brother's lives that you were still too young to process. You didn't know how to feel.

There was one thing you were sure of, though. You did the right thing today. You didn't care how angry Polly would be with you, or how reckless Tommy thought you were. You refused to be sorry for trying to keep your brothers safe.

So, as you began to doze off, you made a promise to yourself. You were never, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, going to let your family get hurt, no matter how much danger you had to put yourself through.

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Wow I’m living for these Shelby sister fics, they are my favourite things to read and there never seems to be enough people writing them so please keep going!!! Maybe with her being a little sarcastic cheeky shit talking back to Tommy after she’s been caught drinking and getting into a fight at school and he’s likes wtf how has she been allowed to become this rebellious?

omfg tommy being like when did YOU start giving me shit??? it’s a no from me short stuff. “just cause ur an old man who no longer understands what young people call FUN these days” and he’s like 0.0 ok then. fucking ouch. he puts up a hard from but being called old actually cut deep for some reason. he goes to london for ONE day to sit down w alfie solomons and before he knows it he’s sitting across a table from a tall man with a shining bald head and a pointy nose, you standing gingerly by the door with bruised knuckles and a shiner while the boy you got in a fight with has a split lip, two black eyes, a bloody nose and broken hand. he’s stuck in the space between a Proud Bro ™️ because look, yes!! his baby sis!! he taught you that!! gal defending herself. the headmaster didn’t know what to do w you because you’re a peaky blinder and if he was to cane you he would VERY likely lose a finger or four, couldn’t suspend you or he’d probably lose his job and so he called in tommy and the boys parents. when informed the young man had “gotten mouthy, been rejected then gotten handsy.” - your words exactly, so you “showed him what happened when he harassed a woman from now on.” and tommy knows he has to be mad because you’ve just bet someone up pretty gnarly but you’ve got to stand for something and you’ve chosen to stand for equal rights?? can he be angry ?? not really?? he’s angry at your behaviour though and makes this known and you’re like ok tom boy pop off back to london - which you say with a posh accent for emphasis. he then has to use his warning tone because he’s like?? how much of this girls life have i actually been oblivious to what the FUCK. teenage girl phase is one he’s struggling with. “who does she think she- WHO do you think you are?!?!” he’s hoping someone can answer because since WHEN have you been such a cheeky shit. he deems that you’ve spent far too much time with john and finn #bad influences. alas you’re like “tom boy you are THE HEAD of a notorious gang who happen to be known for blinding their victims. you don’t really get to talk bad influences.” he swears hes going to slide tackle you real soon. he honestly can’t figure out if you’re just pushing him as a phase of rebellion or if you’ve decided to adapt a permanent severe don’t give a shit attitude and he REALLY hopes it’s the former.

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Oh shit, part three

Isaiah Jesus x Shelby!reader Warning: mentions of sexual themes, violence, swearing.

Summary: With their secret out y/n and Isaiah could only hope. Word count: 1,1 K ———————————————————————

Isaiah looked like he was about to shit his pants, he too had seen Tommy's reaction and wanted nothing more than to run right out of the back door, you know, to avoid a very painful death. But he couldn't. He was glued to his seat, eyes on y/n, his girlfriend, he couldn't leave her alone with the wrath of her brothers.

Tommy was still taking a long drag from his cigarette, staring y/n straight in her eyes. His other brothers were still shouting, trying to figure out who their little sister was seeing. But he, he had already figured it out. He chuckled darkly at the irony of the situation, "The son of a preacher, how ironic."

This shut up everyone, the pub stood in a deadly silence. Every pair of eyes had strayed away from y/n and were now boring furious holes in Isaiahs head. He looked at them each, eyes filled with fear, looking like a deer in headlights. Before anyone could utter a word the youngest Shelby brother was already on the other side of the pub, holding Isaiah against the wall by his collar.

"You fucked my sister!" He screamed. His voice was full of disbelief and betrayal, shocked at how his bestmate could do something like that.

"Finn it's not like that I promise." Isaiah stammered, trying to explain that he truly loved y/n.

Finn didn't believe him and punched across his cheek. Y/n stood up and wanted to defend her boyfriend but was held back by Tommy who glared at her.

By this time both Arthur and John were standing next to Finn, holding Isaiah against the bar, glaring at him venomously.

The silence was terrifying, and still Isaiah looked calm, determined to prove that he loved their sister, "Please, just listen to me-," He was cut off by a punch to his stomach.

"How long." It was John who demanded it, his voice still low and dangerous. Isaiah was still recovering from the blow to his stomach when Arthur added another. John leaned close to his face and hissed, "How long, Isaiah."

"Six months." Isaiah wheezed out, coughing slightly.

Tears were brimming in y/n's eyes, and she was begging her brothers not to hurt her boyfriend. But the knowledge that one of their most trusted employees had been sneaking around with their sister for six months only angered the three men further.

Ada, who had been standing frozen on the side with Esme the entire time finally spoke up, "Boys let him talk for fucks sake!" Normally the brothers didn't really listen to their sister but the anger and authority in her voice made them follow her demand.

Arthur was smiling sourly at the bloodied up Isaiah, "Well go on, talk."

Isaiah raised his head to look them all in the eye, "It's not like what Finn said-,"

"Like you fucked my sister," Finn cut him off but he was silenced by Ada's glare.

Isaiah looked down, how was he going to explain this. It's not like he could deny it with the prove from the bruise behind her ear. That's when he decided to just spit it out, he didn't care what happened to him. He just wanted them to know how much he loved y/n.

"On her birthday I kissed her for the first time, I had liked her for a while than and was so fuckin' happy to finally know she liked me back. Then she got scared of what you guys would do to me when you found out, rightfully so I guess. So we started dating in secret, after two months I told her that I loved her. And I still do, so fucking much. I tried everything to keep it a secret, not because I was afraid of a beating. But because I was scared you weren't gonna let me see her anymore."

He looked back to all their faces, who were now slightly shocked behind the masks of fury. Then looked over Finn's shoulder at y/n's face and smiled softly. He smiled through the pain and looked at her as if she was the most important thing in his life, which she was.

Y/n Shelby was all that mattered to Isaiah Jesus.

Tommy looked at his face carefully, he tried to find a glimpse of a lie but he couldn't. The man her sister was with told the truth. He looked at Isaiah's expression, it was full of love for his sister. No matter how hard he tried not to he thought about where he had seen that expression before. And he knew that this was how he used to look at his wife. That made up his mind.

"Arthur, John, Finn, let him go." His voice was sturdy and clear. It wasn't a request, it was an order.

Everyone turned their head to look at Tommy bewildered. But he was looking straight at Isaiah, his icy blue eys locked on Isaiah's dark ones. No emotion apparent, like always, Tommy Shelby's face was a mystery.

Without the three brothers holding him up Isaiah had to lean against the bat for support to keep himself from toppling over. He too kept his eyes locked on Tommy, but he looked beyond nervous.

"I'm letting you continue to date our sister, but I swear to everything living on this earth. If you harm a hair on her head, I will tear you apart so badly God won't even recognize you, understood?"

"Understood," Isaiah sighed in relieve when Tommy walked out of the bar, the other three brothers following him. Not without glaring at Isaiah first.

When the door shut y/n sprinted over to her boyfriend and engulfed him in a tight hug, trying her best to avoid his injuries.

After pulling away with a bright smile she placed her hands on the sides of his face an accessed his injuries; he had a small cut on his cheek and a split lip. She knew that there would be bruises on his stomach but didn't want to look.

Isaiah smiled fondly at her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before kissing her softly.

The two women who were still in the pub left quickly, leaving the young lovers alone.

Isaiah placed his forehead on y/n's when he pulled away and smiled softly before whispering, "I love you."

Y/n smiled back, "And I love you."

———————————————————— • Final part, I like this one the least but the ending was cute.

[clairecrive]

“Favorite”- Alfie Solomons x Shelbysister!reader [Requested]

A/N: it’s been a minute since I’ve last written Alfie. Hope I didn’t mess it up. hopefully you’ll like it x It was requested by this anon and someone on wattpad.

Warning: some cussing (it’s Alfie so what did you expect)

Word count: 1.5K ish

Tagging: @mollybegger-blog​, @evelynshelby​, @br0ck-eddie​, @shadow-of-wonder​, @fandom--0verdose​, @sopxhiea​, @fuseburner​, @innerpaperexpertcloud​, 

"Fucking Italians," y/n mumbled both angered and brought to close eyes by her thundering headache. Not that it helped but it was più forte di lei, after what those fuckers had put her through, y/n could barely contain her anger. If it wasn't impossible for her to stand without throwing up and probably fainting, she'd be already on her way to give them a piece of her mind.

"Retreat your claws, kitten. It's already been taken care of." A familiar voice spoke from beside her. She didn't need to open her eyes and look to know to whom the voice belonged. It welcomed her every morning and wished her sweet dreams on most nights.

"It's not. My fist hasn't met their faces yet."

His presence comforted and helped in rooting her. There was no point in getting all worked up while she was still in the hospital risking making her headache worse. Y/n knew that but to know and to act accordingly are two different things.

"Well then, that can be arranged, pet. For now, though, you need to rest," he tutted not even trying of hiding his amusement.

Y/n groaned.

"The world must be fucking ending if Alfie Solomons is the wisest in the room," she snickered knowing how prone to anger and action Alfie was.

He merely scoffs and despite not looking at him, y/n knew that he had shot her a mean glance. Indeed, she could only imagine the state she was in but whatever it was, it must not be a pretty sight. And whatever image Alfie had carefully crafted for himself over the ears, y/n knew that he was worried. Probably angry too but given what he said about the Italians, he had already acted on that leaving only worry.

All the more reason to resort to sarcasm then, y/n thought.

However, before any of them could add anything, the door of the room opened. And so did y/n's eyes.

Fuck, was the first thing that crossed her mind when her eyes fell on her brother.

This was not how she'd imagined being reunited with him.

"Mr Solomons," Tommy's tone matched the iciness of his eyes and the imperturbability of his expression.

It was something that y/n had always both admired and hated about him. It was amazing how aloof he was able to come across on any occasion, even though she understood growing up that it was achieved at great expense. However, when in a fight with him, it was greatly unnerving to speak with an unreactive wall of ice. A clench of the jaw was the most you could get out of him.

Y/n had learned how to deal with him and now it didn't bother her anymore, but still. Knowing how much shit she was in, she couldn't help but flinch at his tone. Even if it was directed at Alfie who, for the record, looked completely unbothered by it.

"Mr Shelby," he simply reciprocated the greeting as if he didn't hear the underlying question in Tommy's words. What the hell are you doing here?

"You were the last person I expected to find at my sister's bedside." But Tommy had never been one who shied away from confrontation, didn't lose any time and got right to it.

"Well, life is full of surprises, ain't it?" Topping his head a little further on his head so that he could clearly stare at him, Alfie gave him a smug smirk.

Tommy sat down on the other side of y/n's bed, his eyes never leaving Alfie engaging them in an unwavering contest.

Men.

"You should thank him." She found her voice even though she knew that Alfie didn't need her help and it probably meant for her to be caught in the crossfire. Better than having them shooting glares at each other.

Tommy's eyes snapped to her then, like she wasn't the one he'd come to see.

"You must already know what happened so that means that you're aware of his help." Making the most of his attention on her, she pleaded Alfie's cause.

"What I'm worried about is why he's involved in the first place." Taking a lighter and his pack of cigarette, he lit one.

"Like you don't know, Tommy," y/n snickered, "I know you've sent fucking Isaiah after me like a fucking dog." she huffed deeply annoyed at how his brother thought it was okay to have her controlled like she was a fucking baby. Not that Alfie would have let anything happen to her, anyway. But, above all, she knew how to take care of herself, thank you very much.

His jaw clenched - here it is- but he offered no response. No explanation, no apology. Not that y/n expected him to.

"S'alright Tommy. No need to thank me for protecting my favourite Shelby." Alfie butted in interrupting your siblings glaring. Y/n felt his hand wrap around hers, she didn't know if it was to emphasise his point or to offer her comfort. Either way, she welcomed it intertwining their fingers.

"Wisdom and a compliment both leaving your mouth all in under ten minutes. Fuck, the end of the world is fucking close indeed." Tightening her hold on him, y/n couldn't help but mock him. Not that it was a mystery how Alfie cared for her but he wasn't keen on verbal demonstrations, if it wasn't in the intimacy of a bedroom, so every time he did felt strange. In a good way though. Y/n truly appreciated it but she couldn't pass out on the chance to embarrass him. It was how their relationship was.

"Well, smelling death in the room will do that to ya," Alfie chirped back taking her jab in streak. Told you it was how they worked.

"Nice to know I need to die for you to be nice to me."

"You're not dead though, are ya?" His fed-up tone let on that he was almost regretting that she wasn't but his hold on her hand fooled no one. Well, just her since she was the only one aware of it.

"Still not too sure, to be honest." As holding up her head was proving to be a proving challenge, she rested it back on her pillow. Giving in, she also closed her eyes hoping it'll help.

"If you'd do as you're fucking told then you'd feel better," Alfie scowled.

"Can't you talk to your God or something and ask him to kiss my ouchies away?" She asked while her other hand went up to gently massage her forehead.

"Don't work it like that pet, right?" He somewhat growled at the insinuation no matter how ridiculous it was, "Can help you with that though if you want." And as if someone had flipped a switch, his tone turned suggestive.

"Thought you'd never ask." She smirked peeking at him through her lids.

It was then that Tommy cleared his throat, successfully snapping both of their attention to him.

"This is disgusting."  Disgust evident in his voice but it went unacknowledged by both y/n and Alfie.

"Glad to see you too, Tommy," was y/n's answer to his brother.

"I'm glad you're okay," he said eyes softening in the subtlest way when they landed on y/n. Then he turned to Alfie, " I won't forget this, Mr Solomons. Even though it changes nothing."

"Didn't think it would," Alfie answered while y/n simply rolled her eyes at them.

"I'll leave you to it, then." Pocketing the lighter he had been playing with, Tommy stood up and after lightly nodding at them he went to walk out of the room.

"See you soon, Tommy," Y/n called for him before he was out of the door but she knew that he had heard her.

"See you never," Alfie mumbled under his breath clearly of another opinion. Despite his intentions, y/n had heard him and went to smack him with whatever small energy she had left. Of course, her touch went almost unfelt but Alfie had the decency of feigning hurt.

"So, you know what this means." She spoke again after a while. She never much cared for silence.

"That you're brother's an ass, yeah. Already knew that, dove." Alfie pointed it out, leaning back in his chair, legs widening, his cane resting between them.

"That it's official," she smiled ignoring Alfie's jab at her brother, she looked at him smiling "you've met my family."

"Bloody hell, what did I get myself into." He grumbled hiding his face in his hands. Jokes on him though if he thought she was the difficult one between them.

"Oh shut up, I'm a fucking delight." Shifting around to get more comfortable, she closed her eyes again. It was time to get some rest.

"Yeah, in your sleep maybe." Knowing it to be true, y/n didn't feel the need to say anything, however, if her eyes had been opened she was sure to say anything about the fond smile on Alfie's lips. She secretly loved how much of a sap he really was. Not that she was ever going to tell him, of course.

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Mistake

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x ShelbySister!Reader

Requested by: anon

Summary: Alfie knew he made a mistake when he pushed you away, and when you show up in the middle of a meeting with Tommy, it all comes flooding back to him

AN: sorry writing has been few and far between this past week. I’m honestly not feeling much inspiration to write the requests in my inbox (don’t worry- if I’m not writing yours I’ll say- plz don’t bombard me asking if I’m doing this that abd the other!). Also, tomorrow, I’m gonna make a start on the kinktober stuff, so I can get it all queued up for the relevant days. Anyways, enjoy.

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Warnings: swearing

He remembered it, plain as day.

The way your smile faded into a deep frown; the way your bright eyes dulled, before filling up with tears; the movement of your lips, despite no words coming out; the cream cake you had left on his desk as you fled the bakery before the tears could fall.

He couldn’t bring himself to eat the pretty cake, slightly squashed from being in your bag, the icing a little lopsided...

He let ollie have it when he told him to cancel they table at the restaurant he was meant to be taking you to that very night. “Shame, that, Boss. She seemed to really like you,” ollie said, leaving the room before he could get a clip round the ear.

“Yeah... yeah it is,” Alfie had mumbled into nothingness, staring at the door rattling in its frame. He brooded for weeks, hardly seeing anyone, snapping at those he did. But it was more than his life’s worth to even think about seeing the Shelby girl as much as he had been. If word of your illicit relationship reached Birmingham, all deals with the brothers would be off- as well as, most likely, his head.

Or cock, he thought shrewdly, sighing as a telegram from Birmingham came through. It had been three months since he last saw hide nor hair of a Shelby, and he could only imagine what Tommy wanted with him now.

***

Life in small heath was, admittedly, not as glamorous as it was in London, and no where near as exciting as the bakery in Camden Town. Still, it was your home, and you adored every inch of it. On your first night back- the train had been delayed- you went to your aunt Pol’s not wanting to deal with Tommy’s bombardment of questions at that hour. Once Polly had lowered the gun she held to your forehead as you came into the house unannounced, she pulled you into a tight hug and fixed you some whiskey, sensing that tea probably wasn’t strong enough.

“I’ll talk to tommy,” she said gently. “Tell him the deals off. He shouldn’t have sent you in the first place, not to London. Not on your own,” she said, before tucking you up in bed. You were glad no one had told her that her niece had been to barter with Solomons all those months ago (she would never have allowed it in the first place). Even if she sensed your heart shattering into a million pieces, she was none the wiser to who caused your heartache. You were fine with that.

***

That was until three months since your return- and not a word said to tommy about the issue with Solomons- you barged into Tommy’s office.

“Cakes and pies for you, boys! Can go running a business on empty bellies- shit. Sorry Tom. No one told me you had a meeting. Wasn’t in the diary,” you said bashfully as John grinned at you.

“Not to worry, YN. Mr Solomons dropped by,” tommy said cooly as John took the cakes off you and put them on the counter with the whiskey. “Polly seems to think that all business deals with Mr Solomons here have been rejected. Deal’s off, she told me,” you gulped under the gaze of your older brothers, biting you lip slightly as Alfie turned slowly to you, the wide brim of his hat casting shadows over your face.

“Why don’t you come and sit down, Miss YN?” He said. You squeezed your eyes shut before opening them. It had been so long since you’d heard him speak.

“Don’t you bloody tell our sister what to do,” Arthur growled from the side of Tommy’s desk.

“Shut up Arthur,” you and tommy said at the same time as Tom directed you to sit down next to Alfie anc across from him. “Now, YN, I sent you to London last year for a very simple purpose. To get Mr Solomons on our side. Now, you come back to small heath eight months later, telling me that there’s no deal. That mr Solomons got cold feet. Now that, YN, is bullshit. Because we all know what a negotiatior you are. Lord knows, it’s a wonder we got anything done while you were little, forever insisting we teach you things you had no need to know,”

You looked to your knees, before looking back up at tommy, decided to fix him with a matching icy stare. You would not be lectured by your brother, not now that you were a woman yourself.

“And then, three months after her return,” he continued. “It comes to light, Solomons, that there was a deal. But you sent my sister away with no real explanation,” he turned to Alfie. “And I’d like to... put that to rights, if you will. Your lot need us, Alfie, as much as we need you. Now. Explain. Why’s my sister sent away despite her very reasonable deal, Hm?”

It was quiet for a moment, and you hoped to any god who was listening that Alfie would bluff his way out with one of his meandering speeches.

“Right, well, you see right,” a promising start... “you send your little sister, who’s a proper little woman, right, down into my bakery, with her pretty eyes and her flirty laughing, yeah? You send your little sister down to Camden Town to seduce me,”

Shut the fuck up, Alfie, you thought.

“And yeah, I admit it worked for a bit, yeah, took her out a few times an’ all,” Tommy’s eyes hardened, and Arthur and John had murderous expressions on their faces. “We was getting along alright, wasn’t we, YN, love?” You nodded, your jaw tense. You would certainly be in trouble with your brothers after this. “But then I sent her away. Told her ‘nah, YN, pet, we can’t keep this up, right? Too fuckin’ dangerous for you down here, yeah. And what would your brothers think, eh? What if you end up pregnant or summin’” I said to her, right, and sent her back up to this shithole to keep her out of trouble,” he leaned back in his chair, as if his explanation had solved everything.

It most certainly had not.

If looks could kill, Alfie Solomons would definitely be six feet under, under the harsh glare of the Shelby brothers. You snapped.

“For fucks sake!” You cried. “So I’m seeing Alfie fucking Solomons! So what?” You demanded. “What’re your going to do about it, eh? Cut him a new smile and have half of London after us, eh? You said it yourself, Tommy, we need Solomons as much as his lot need the Shelby’s!”

Your chest rose and fell with fury, and Alfie couldn’t help the gaze of adoration that he bestowed upon you.

“YN,” Arthur said, his measured voice forced, as if he was trying very hard not to shout. “If this man... this-this bastard has hurt you or threatened you-”

“Oh shut up, Arthur. Not every man is a threat to me,”

“But YN, you’re-”

“I’m what, John, eh? Delicate? Stupid? Too young? Fuck off. How many times have aunt Pol, Ada and I fixed your messes, eh? I think I know what I’m doing!”

You rounded on tommy, who was suspiciously quiet. “Alfie Solomons is a very dangerous man, YN,” he said steadily.

“Oi, Tommy, mate, I am right here. I let Arthur slide, yeah, Cos he’s off his rocker,”

“Shut it, Alfie,” you hissed, and he held his hands up in surrender. “Tom. I’ve grown up around dangerous men. All my life, I’ve had dangerous men around me. Dangerous men walked me to school. Dangerous men helped with my homework. Dangerous men took me for my first proper drink. Dangerous men have and always will be my family,” you spoke with such passion, your eyebrows firmly knitted together as you spoke, jaw set the way it always did when you refused to back down. “I am not a child anymore, boys. I can’t be tucked away nice and quiet in Small Heath all my life. Just be glad that you’re aware of this now and not when I’m four months pregnant with a baby I’ve no intention of getting rid of!” You swiped angrily at the tears that had trickled down your cheeks as you glared tommy down.

Sighing, he stubbed out his cigarette and stood up, straightening his jacket. “That’s that then,” he said, beckoning an unwilling Arthur and John to follow him (both murmuring angrily and confused).

“Oh and Solomons? I expect to see a ring on my sister’s finger by Sunday,” he said, before slamming the door shut.

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[thepeakyfckingblinders]

ATTENTION, ATTENTION, rocket control to space ship

Here we go babieees

Well, since a lot of people’ve been asking me to write specific pieces among those added to the to do list, I’ve dediced to make an exception to the rule by letting you guys choose the next piece I’ll write. I owe you this bend to the rules for I’ve kept you waiting for months, so this one is up to you!

The survey is open until May 22, 04:00 PM (Italian time) You just need to comment this post with the number of your favorite imagine and tomorrow I’ll count the votes (only those in the comments below). The piece with the most votes will win. These are your options:

Michael Gray x reader - n.9 from prompt list: “I remember everything”

Ada Shelby x reader - fluffy fluff 

Isaiah Jesus x reader - he tries to win her back after their break up

Thomas Shelby x reader: She’s insecure about her body and he shows her how much he loves it. (smut)

Finn Shelby x reader: He dates a gipsy girl and the whole family is surprised by the thing.

Thomas Shelby x younger reader: She’s Charlie’s nanny and he falls for her.

Shelby family x shelbysister!reader: She’s tired of not being involved in family affairs and eventually has an outburst in front of everyone.

Finn Shelby x reader: She gets shot.

Thomas Shelby x younger reader: He teaches her Romani.

Michael Gray x reader: She’s pregnant with Michael’s baby, but she’s scared of telling him.

Thomas Shelby x younger reader: She’s Michael’s childhood best friend and he falls for her.

Thomas Shelby x reader: White Lies, part two

John Shelby x reader: The Whore, chapter one

Thomas Shelby x reader: Contagio, chapter one

THIS IS IMPORTANT: If you want me to continue The Whore, you’ve got to know that I want to write a whole long fic about that imagine. SO, if number 13 wins, I won’t just make a part two, but  I’ll start a long fic about that John x reader, while Contagio (number 14) will be started once the first long fic is complete. 

OR VICEVERSA, if number 14 wins, you’ll have to wait until Contagio is finished for me to start writing The Whore.

Oh and don’t worry, even when I’ll start one of those two long fics, I’ll still keep writing the other imagines.

Have fun!

Love you 🌹

[johnismyreason]

Kill them with kindness // Bonnie Gold x ShelbySister!Reader

Request from @niamhshell​: HELLO this is going to be weird I had a dream I was married to bonnie and was a shelby sister and after Bonnie's death I just went off on the shelby family and it been in my head for weeks could you possibly do a piece based around this I dont really mind how it ends if the reader forgives them or stays mad at them  I just need it out of my head. 

This is quite short but I hope you’ll still like it ! 

Warnings: fluff, a loooot of angst and sadness, mourning, mentions of death, guns, curse words. 

Feedbacks are always welcomed ! :) Also, send an ask if you want to be in the permanent Peaky Blinders list 

MASTERLIST

When I met Bonnie, he was this strange and shy kid who just wanted to box. Tommy introduced me to him at one of his training. He barely looked me in the eyes, but it intrigued me. A few days later I went back — alone this time — to the gym he was practicing at. He was alone too, hitting on a punching bag. The knocks echoed in the big empty room. Bonnie was so focused he didn’t hear me. Or at least that’s what I thought. 

“Hello Bonnie”. He turned around suddenly. “Sorry I didn’t want to scare you”

“You didn’t” he replied, catching back his breath. “I heard your high heels clicking on the floor. I knew it was you” 

“How ?” 

“I remember the sound of your walk from the other day. It’s light like a ballerina but determined like a soldier.” I didn’t expect that at all. I never thought I made such an impression on him, that he remembers the sound of my feet on the ground. While I remained speechless, he drank water and got closer to me. “Why are you here ?” 

“I- um... I wanted to see you” I admitted. He blinked and raised his eyebrows. 

“Really ?” he sighed “I thought you wouldn’t even remember my name” he chuckled. 

“Why would I not remember your name ?” 

“I didn’t think a girl like you would care enough about me to remember what’s my name”. Once again I was caught out of guard by his honesty. My heart melted in an instant. 

“Well, I do.” was all I could answer back. He laughed softly taking a step even closer, his now steady breath hitting my face. “I, uh” I cleared my throat “I was thinking that, maybe, um, you would want to go on a date... with me ?” I was so nervous. Usually, men asked me to spend some time with me. But I knew that Bonnie would never ask me. He was too shy. His eyes went wider and his cheeks rosier. He played with his hands hidden in his boxing gloves. 

“Yes, of course !” he replied half intimidated, half excited. I nodded and kissed me rapidly on his cheek.  I didn’t really see his reaction but from what I know of the rest of our story, I can clearly picture his surprised and cute face. 

We went on our date two days later. We ate, we drank, we laughed, we danced, we stared at each other eyes without saying a word. We kissed. Well, I kissed him first. As well as I took his hand first, took his clothes off first, said ‘I love you’ first. But I didn’t mind, because he asked ‘do you want to marry me ?’ first. 

There was no one in this world I loved more than Bonnie. So when he died, I died too. Bonnie used to work with his father for Tommy. When they murdered him, it was on Tommy’s fault. Him and his secrets. His plans that he’s always hiding from us. His fault. I hated him. I went away for a few days after his death, I didn’t want to here anything from Tommy or any of my brother, my family, the goddamn Peaky Blinders. No one. Then I went back. 

I drove to Tommy’s mansion and when I arrived I saw everyone’s car. Polly’s, Arthur’s, Ada’s,... everyone. I got out of the car, gun in my hand. I don’t know what I was thinking. The house was silent, they were all in the backyard. I walked slowly towards them, my heels knocking purposely a little louder than usual on the cold floor. The ballerina was gone. I could only hear my shaky breath resonating in the long corridor as I got closer to the daylight. When I arrived outside, everyone had heard me coming and was looking at me. 

Polly had already tears in her eyes but was relieved to see me. Ada stopped breathing. Arthur was holding Linda’s hand tightly. John was... gone. I’m always surprised by his absence. Finn was looking at everyone, very confused. Lizzie was smocking a cigarette and was the only looking at Tom. Tom. I didn’t realise it but tears were running down my cheeks and my whole body was boiling out of anger. 

“Y/N...” Thomas broke the heavy silence. I held my gun towards his face and everybody gasped. He didn’t move a bit. “I’m sorry”

“Bullshit” I spat. “You just a fucking liar who took everything from me”

“You still have your family” he replied

“What family ?! I only had one and it was him but you ripped him out of me !” my hand that was holding the gun was shaking and I cried some more. 

“Then why are you back, Y/N ?” he asked, voice so steady that it was disturbing. 

“I don’t know...” I realised “I fucking don’t know... Revenge ? Maybe... Or I just wanted to tell you that you’re the worst person on earth. That you deserve nothing.” He sighed and looked down. “I know you don’t sleep at night Tommy. I know it. You keep your fucking secrets in your head and you lie to us. You look at us straight in our eyes, and you lie. You deserve not sleeping and going out of your fucking mind.”

“Y/N-” Lizzie started 

“Don’t.” I pointed my gun towards her but went back to Thomas. I walked towards him and put the pistol on his head. Our faces were a few inches away, so we both look into each others eyes. That’s when I saw it. Regret. It manifested by a new shade of blue in his iris that I’ve never seen before. 

“I will never forgive you Tom. But I will learn to live with it, eventually. Will you, though ? Go to bed at night knowing you took away the love of your sister’s life and Abraham’s son. Will you ?!” I cried out, my cheeks drenched by the salty pearls. 

“No.” he whispered. “No, Y/N, I won’t.” he put his hand on yours, the one that was still holding the gun on his head. He placed his index finger on top of mine that was on the trigger. “Pull it.” he ordered. “Pull it, Y/N, and I’m gone, forever. You will never see me again and you will have your revenge. Pull it.” I couldn’t believer what he was asking. My breath was panting, shaky. “Please...” Tom begged. I was so angry at him, I could really put that bullet in his head. But instead I put my gun down. 

Leaning my lips next to his ear, I whispered “Death is a kindness, uh ? So I’ll let you live.” I turned around and walked out this hell. There was my revenge. Letting life to be his torture so he asks death to be kind to him.

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[johnismyreason]

deal with her pt.2 // Alfie Solomons x ShelbySister!Reader

Hi ! So I saw that Deal with Her had a little success so on the request of a few of you, I’ve decided to write a part 2 ! I hope you will enjoy it as much as the first part. Again let me know if you liked it and/or if you’d like to read a third part.  Also I tagged everyone one who liked or reblogged the first part, I’m sorry if it bothered you. Thank you again @fandom--0verdose​ for initiating this story with your request for the first part. 

Words: 🤷‍♀️

Warnings: fluff, swear words (lightly), soft Alfie lmao. 

PART 1 / PART 3 / MASTERLIST

FEED BACKS ARE ALWAYS WELCOMED :) 

The next evening, you got yourself prepared. You didn’t really know if it was casual or fancy, so you split it in half and wear a nice dress but not the nicest that you have. You sit in front the dressing table in your room and do your hair and makeup. You keep it light and simple but with a slight touch of femme fatale. You’re still a blinder after all, right ? A blinder who is going to go on a date with your brother’s business partner, that he doesn’t really quite like… But gosh, Alfie was so gentle with you. The conversation was so easy and pleasant, you felt so comfortable with him, as if you knew him for years. 

“Where you’re going ?” Tommy says in his low voice, a cigarette between his lips. You jump on your chair, surprised by him. 

“Tommy, what the fuck ? God, you scared the hell out of me ! What are you doing in my house ?” you breath one hand on your chest. He lights his cigarette. 

“Got your keys remember ?” he replies quickly. “So ?” he inhales “Where are you going ?” he exhales. 

“That’s none of your business, Tommy” you sigh

“It is. Tell me.”

“No ! I’m not your daughter or your little soldier, so no, I won’t tell you.” you spit. 

“So it’s man. Who is he ?”. You sigh annoyed. 

“No one.” 

“Then tell me. If it’s no one, just tell me.” 

“It’s no one because it’s not a man, ok ? I’m going out with my girlfriends. Happy ?” you exclaim, rising from your dressing table chair. You walk to your dressing to grab a coat, and pass by him. 

“Your girlfriends ? You don’t have any girlfriends.” he follows you downstairs. 

“I do.”

“I never saw them.”

“Maybe because I don’t want them to meet you.”

“Why ?”

“Would you fucking stop asking questions ?” you turn to him. “I’m going out, with my girls, and that none of your business, is all you need to know. Goodnight, Tom.” you open the door for him. He stops in the doorstep. 

“Be careful.” you roll your eyes. “I’m serious, Y/N” you look at him and see the protective big brother he is who just wants you to be safe. 

“I will. I promise” you kissed him on the cheek and he leaves before climbing in his car. 

You wait for the vehicule to be out of your sight, and then close the door. You check the time on the big clock in your entry. “Shit !” you’re almost late. You put your coat in a hurry, grab your purse and leave your house. You live in the city center so you walk to the restaurant where Alfie asked you to join him. You are so nervous and excited to meet him again. You haven’t been in a proper date for as long as you could remember, you don’t really know how it works. You actually don’t have time to think about, as you arrive to the address he gave you. You enter and discover a way nicer and fancier place than you pictured. Now you regret your dress choice. 

“May I help you, miss ?” says the waiter. 

“Uhm, yes, I’m here to see Mr Solomons, is he here ?” 

“Yes, he’s waiting for you. Follow me please” the waiter passes before you and leads you to the table. You walk by the tables, watching everyone so well dressed makes you uncomfortable. Why did you have to pick that dress for god’s sake ? The spot Alfie chose was in a discreet and cozy corner, far away from everyone’s eyes. When he sees you, Alfie rises from his chair, almost knocking it backwards. He coughs trying to play it smooth. 

“Y/N ! You are…” he examines you head to toe, suddenly speechless. “Here” he finally les out. “And looking angelic”. You feel your cheeks heating up. 

“Thank you. You look handsome too” you return the compliment. For a few seconds no one talked before Alfie rushes to your chair.

“Oh, let me pull your chair, love.” he pushes back the chair for you to sit down as you thank him and he sits on his side of the table. 

“ ‘Right. What do you wanna drink ?” 

“Uhm, red wine ?” 

“Red wine it is !” he orders your drink and his to the waiter, whom then leaves you two alone. You started a light conversation about what each of you have been doing since yesterday. You then explained that you have meetings tomorrow in the morning.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you love, you just… You look so lovely, I wasn’t paying attention to what you were sayin’, my bad. Would you start back ?”. His words catch you out of guard, you don’t even remember what you were saying 10 seconds ago. 

“I, uhm… I-... I don’t know” you chuckle. “Thank you by the way. I wasn’t sure when I entered the restaurant, it was the right dress to wear. It looks way fancier than I imagined.” 

“Where do you think I was gonna bring you at, uh ? You look perfect, don’t worry, love.” You blush again, that’s too much compliment for one night. “You blush a lot, don’t ya ?”. You rub your cheek hoping the redness goes away. “That’s alright, love.” he pushes away your hand. “You were talking about your meetings, I think.”

“Oh yeah, yeah !” you cough to come to your senses. “I have a meeting tomorrow morning with Thomas.” 

“Ah, Thomas ! Does he know you’re here with me ?” he asks. 

“No.” you shake your head “he doesn’t need to”.

“Is it a bad thing you’re spending time with me ?” 

“Not for me” you smile and he smiles back. The waiter comes back with your drinks after a while. You grab your red wine and he takes his whiskey, rising it to you. “To bad things”. You breath a small laugh and tinkle your glass on his. 

You and Alfie spent the evening and the beginning of the night talking about everything. You loved every single second of it, Alfie making you laugh every now and then. You made him laugh too. You love his laugh, it can be raucous as it is exploded. Everything was so easy and smooth, you forgot you barely know him. You were too caught in the conversation you didn’t notice the rest of the customers left, leaving you two in your isolated corner. 

“Excuse me Sir, Miss…” the waiter said. You both look at him, offended to be bothered. “We are about to close.” That’s when you finally look around and see the place completely empty. 

“Oh !” You and Alfie exclaimed. “Sorry, mate. We leave”. Alfie gets up as you follow him. He takes your coat and helps you to put it on. 

“Thank you” you whisper

“You’re welcome, love”. You feel his fingers slid on your nape of neck as he lets go your coat, giving you a rush of goosebumps. He then offers you his arm and escorts you to the exit. You are about to tell him goodnight before walking back to your place alone, but it cuts you off. “Can I walk you home ?” 

You smile sweetly, happy to spend a little more time with him “I would love that”. He smiles back and nods. 

“Let’s go then” he puts one hand on your back as the other shows the way. 

The wind was even cooler than when you got out of your house earlier this evening. Thank god, the alcohol you drank at the restaurant does its effect and warms you up a little. Actually the one who really warms you up is the man who’s been making you laugh since you met him. It was so pleasant to finally have a real date, but more importantly with a man who was treating you right and was making sure you were comfortable enough to have a good time. Usually men hit you up with an inappropriate remark like “your body does things to me and I haven’t talked to you yet” blowing their foul breath of alcohol in your face. The rare men who had talk to you in a nice way were quickly cooled down when they’ve learned you were a Shelby, more scared of your brothers than of you. 

Alfie wasn’t scared, at all. Not of Thomas or any of your brothers. He was just a little scared of you, but only because you impressed him. He was so nervous around you, like a teenager. He would cough or shake his head when he realised what he just said was a little embarrassing. But your laugh always sweeps away his doubts. He only wants to make you laugh and happy, so if it means making a fool of himself, so be it. 

Alfie and you arrive to your house, sad that it was the end of your date. He climbed the few steps of your front door with you but stops at the second last step, making you a little taller than him. You turn to him, sighing. “Well… That was an fantastic night, Alfie, thank you” you smile. 

“Any time, love. Thank you for accepting my invitation.” you nod, looking at your feet. “When, can I see you again ? I mean without your family ” he chuckles. 

“Whenever you want, I’m all yours” you realise wide eyes, what you just said. Alfie being as surprised as you are. Gosh, that sounded so desperate. “Oh my god, wait, that was not what I meant. I…” Alfie laughs at your clumsiness “I mean, yeah, whenever you want, but I’m not all yours…” you pause “yet”. 

Alfie stops laughing and stares at you. Were at of your mind ? You’ve never done that before, being so flirtatious and confident. You are so confident tonight that you lean towards him, take his face in your small and cold hands, and kiss him. It feels naturally, like it was meant to happen. You and him, all of this. When you detach your lips from his, he climbs the last step to be closer to you. He places one hand on your rosy cheek and the other on your waist and kisses you back. Maybe it was the alcohol or the sudden heat rising in your body from the kiss, but you feel dizzy. When he breaks the kiss both of your chests are panting. You look at each other and giggle, none of you thought your first kiss would happen tonight.

“I should… go to bed now, I don’t want to be late tomorrow morning” you regret to say and break this magical moment. 

“Yeah, yeah, go on, love” he lets you go and you already miss the warm of his embrace. You take your keys out of your purse and open your door. Before closing you turn to Alfie. 

“Goodnight” you smile

“Goodnight” he responds softly, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You step in your house and close the door, giving him one last look. 

It will be a goodnight. Actually, you didn’t sleep that much. You were so excited, you couldn’t stop about him. You finally manage to fall asleep but your alarm clock decides otherwise. You drag yourself out of the bed and get ready for the meeting. You arrive before everyone else at the bet shop in Birmingham, at least that’s what you thought. Thomas was already here and walks to you, furious.

“Hi Tomm-” he grabs your arm and drags you to the small private room with the round table. “What the fuck ?” you shout debating from his grip. 

“You and Alfie”. he spits in a low voice. Your heart drops and your eyes open wide. This meeting will take longer than you had plan. 

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[thepeakyfckingblinders]

FAMILY MEETING IN FIVE MINS Y’ALL.

REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED! I RECEIVED ALL OF THE SEVEN (+1) REQUESTS I NEEDED FOR THIS WEIRD IDEA I GOT, HERE THEY ARE:

Thomas Shelby x reader: she’s insecure about her body and he shows her how much he loves it. (smut)

Finn Shelby x reader: He dates a gipsy girl and the whole family is surprised by the thing.

Thomas Shelby x younger reader: She’s Charlie’s nanny and he falls for her.

Shelby family x Shelbysister!reader: She’s tired of not being involved in family affairs and eventually has an outburst in front of everyone.

 Finn Shelby x reader: She gets shot.

Thomas Shelby x younger reader: He teaches her Romani.

Michael Gray x reader: She’s pregnant with Michael’s baby, but she’s scared of telling him.

Thomas Shelby x younger reader: She’s Michael’s childhood best friend and he falls for her.

I also received four other requests:

John Shelby x reader: She’s Ada’s best friend and helps him with his kids.

Ada Shelby x reader: Ada is scared reader will never love her because she’s a widow and has a son.

Finn Shelby x Solomons!reader: She’s Alfie’s daughter and, even though she doesn’t trust the Shelbys, she’s in love with Finn.

Finn Shelby x reader: smutty smut.

As I said in my previous post, these exceeding requests won’t be deleted, they’ll just remain in my inbox until I finish my ordinary to do list.

Love you babes 💕

[thepeakyfckingblinders]

TO   DO   LIST

Here you can find all the requests I’m currently working on, in this way you’ll always know if I got your messages and how long it will take to have your imagines published. 

In this list I’m gonna indicate the main character and the main theme for each request so that you can easily recognize yours, eventually I’ll cross them out once I’ve posted them with different titles and a brief summary, moreover, I’ll obviously add them to my masterlist.  

If anything is unclear or you have any questions, don’t hesitate to message me!

Tommy Shelby x reader - he tries to win her back after their break up  [Disturbing]

Tommy Shelby x reader - n.15 from my prompt list: “I won’t repeat myself a second time” [The Death of Me]

Michael Gray x reader - n.16 & 19 from prompt list:  “Another’s hands on her skin” + "I’ll burn this fucking place down” [Răbĭēs]

Michael Gray x reader - n.10 & 14 from prompt list:  "I swear to God, I’ll blind you” + “Have you totally lost your mind?” [Delight]

Alfie Solomons x reader - good old fashioned rough sex with jealous Alfie [Insānĭa]

Arthur Shelby x reader -  n.16 from prompt list:  “Another’s hands on her skin” [Dēlīrĭum]

Michael Gray x reader - n.2 & 7 from my prompt list: "He’s driving me crazy” +  “It hurts so bad I can’t breathe” [Innocence Lost]

Ada Shelby x reader - n.20 from prompt list:  “As long as I am alive” [Of Forbidden Kisses And Wrenching Promises]

Arthur Shelby x reader - n.11 & 12 from prompt list:  “Please, please, please” + “I don’t recognize you anymore”  [Chocolate]

Tommy Shelby x reader - n.10 & 13 from prompt list: “I swear to God, I’ll blind you” + “Don’t leave” [White Lies]

Tommy Shelby x reader - n.16 from prompt list: “Another’s hands on her skin” [āmentĭa]

John Shelby x reader - n.11 & 19 from prompt list: “Please, please, please” + “I’ll burn this fucking place down” [The Whore]

Tommy Shelby x reader - She passes out and he gets overprotective of her [Never Again]

Michael Gray x reader - n.9 from prompt list: “I remember everything”

Ada Shelby x reader - fluffy fluff 

Isaiah Jesus x reader - he tries to win her back after their break up

- CONTAGIO: CHAPTER ONE

LIST OF REQUESTS TO BE WRITTEN AFTER  Contāgĭo part one IS OUT:

Thomas Shelby x reader: She’s insecure about her body and he shows her how much he loves it. (smut)

Finn Shelby x reader: He dates a gipsy girl and the whole family is surprised by the thing.

Thomas Shelby x younger reader: She’s Charlie’s nanny and he falls for her.

Shelby family x shelbysister!reader: She’s tired of not being involved in family affairs and eventually has an outburst in front of everyone.

Finn Shelby x reader: She gets shot.

Thomas Shelby x younger reader: He teaches her Romani.

Michael Gray x reader: She’s pregnant with Michael’s baby, but she’s scared of telling him.

Thomas Shelby x younger reader: She’s Michael’s childhood best friend and he falls for her.

Thomas Shelby x reader: White Lies, part two

John Shelby x reader: The Whore, chapter one?