#tommy shelby x reader x eva shelby

[evita-shelby]

The Red Room

For @zablife based on the prompt and theme of their 2k follower celebration

Tommy has eloped with a young bride the family has deemed untrustworthy from reputable sources. The couple has just returned from their honeymoon in Paris and now the new Mrs. Shelby would like to meet those closest to him. The couple spares no expense for their lovely housewarming party, but it's ill-fated from the beginning as those Tommy holds near and dear try to run her off with tales of horror. Every room holds a surprise and each guest a secret, but what could they be?

Cw:mentions of ghsots, vampires, dubious consent, mentions of sex, murder, horror

Despite being married for several weeks, Thomas has not married you in the true sense of the word.

In Paris he said he wanted to wait until the two of you were home and now, he said that he would like to wait until after you have met his family.

You have met his children. Charles and Gabriel are charming and close despite a five-year difference and being as different as the night and day, baby Florence is quiet and adores her father over everyone else, but Diane with her left blue eye and right brown eye refuses to accept you as her new stepmother.

“You will never replace my mother; the little girl had said as she proceeded to continue playing with what you are very sure is a Ouija board.

It was still recent; the late Mrs. Shelby had only been dead for six months when you met Tommy and out of the blue the two of you eloped to Paris. You had been working in an art gallery when the two of you struck up a conversation over a painting of some dead relative of his that ended with fine wine and dinner at his hotel and before you knew it you were arriving in Birmingham as Mrs. Shelby.

His sister sounded appalled when he told her about you over the telephone, his brothers looked concerned when they saw you and his aunt only said ‘Ah, I see’ when you met her while he was at work.

Now you were to host a party in this house that leaves you with a chill and the uncanny feeling of someone watching over your shoulder. You are allowed everywhere except the old master bedroom across yours.

You had caught glimpses of it, of Tommy and the children and the maids who sometimes go in there. Tommy goes there to think, the children to pretend their mother is just in there and not in the immaculate mausoleum he built for the two of them and the maids to keep in in the state it is.

At night you cannot sleep. Or rather you do and have this continuous dream of his late wife just watching you as she lies between you and your husband. She wears red like blood and feels cold to the touch as she cups your face and kisses you like you wish your husband would kiss you.

You are perfect, Mrs. Shelby, the dead woman whispers as you lie spellbound under her icy fingertips.

Feels shameful to think you have had more action with your husband’s ghost than with your husband. Same husband who kissed the ghost’s neck and even made love to her while the ghost made love to you with her cold hands last night.

You had prayed this morning, sought a way to cleanse yourself from such madness at the chapel only to find Polly Gray in it.

God doesn’t live where the Devil rules, sweetheart, she had said before sending you on your way.

“Have you finished, Tom?” you ask as he fiddles with the buttons on his cuffs.

“Just need my cufflinks, love. I think they were still in my other dresser.” He said and you wondered if you could take this chance to see the red room forbidden to you.

“I can go if you like.” You suggested and he shook his head in response.

“No, you don’t have to. Ask Brigdette for them, she was cleaning up the bedroom after Diane had her tea party there earlier.” He shoots down your offer and you wonder why the hell he won’t let you in there.

But you ask Brigdette to bring you Mr. Shelby’s cufflinks from the red room and when she returns to it you see the bite peaking from the high collar of her dress.

She was the late Mrs. Shelby’s ladies’ maid, a pretty young thing who adored her mistress and was in charge with caring for her room as if she were still alive. Poor thing even leaves out the lady’s clothes on the bed.

“What happened to your neck?” you ask, and she looks pale, as if she’d seen a ghost. You had seen bites like that hidden underneath her long sleeves and on both sides of her neck. You had seen it on Sandra, the maid your husband sacked for fucking a man in his office, yesterday.

“My boyfriend likes to get carried away, ma’am.” The maid says and you at once know she’s lying.

That is the last time you see Bridgette, but your husband assures you she’s only taken the rest of the day off to visit home. How would anyone leave in this weather, it was only the first of December and yet the snow was coming on heavily outside.

The fact that this god-awful weather would serve as the backdrop for your first gathering as Mrs. Shelby and your first time with your husband seemed like rotten luck.

You put it out of your mind and wear white, white like a bride. Tommy had chosen the dress for you, said it made you look as pure and clean as fresh snow, but when you tried to pair it with the golden crucifix your mother gave you, he told you such things were not allowed in his house.

Crosses, bibles, holy water, garlic and sharp wooden objects weren’t allowed here. You had joked and asked if Count Dracula was in residence only for him to joke back and say, ‘no, only his bride does’ and gesture to the magnificent painting your father had painted of his late wife.

“If I were you, I would run, dear.” Polly Gray whispers as the party begins.

“Why would I run?” you ask, wondering why everyone here wants you to leave.

Every guest shares her feelings about you. You knew they didn’t like you and that they viewed you as a cheap replacement for the woman before you, but you had married Tommy and if they didn’t like you then boo fucking hoo.

“Eva never liked sharing, even now she won’t let him touch another woman.” She answered drinking wine you found looked as red as the blood in your veins.

“How did you know?” There was no way anyone would know he had not touched you like that. There have been kisses and some touches, but he refused to make you his.

You sometimes wondered if he wanted a woman to raise his children and warm his bed than a wife.

“I’m a witch, sweetheart, I know this and so much more.” Polly Gray said with a dark laugh. “At midnight, go into the Red Room and you’ll find out why he won’t fuck you.”

And you go. You lie and make up some excuse to go and see what the so-called witch said was the answer to your problems.

But Tommy beats you there, sits in the red divan by the fire as if he was here with someone. You smelled her perfume and felt her presence so strongly that it was as if Eva Shelby was still alive.

“Why are you here?” he asks, drinking whiskey and not looking at you as if you were an intruder and not his wife.

“Polly said I would know the truth here if I came into the Red Room at midnight.” You answer feeling yourself shrink from the intensity of his gaze.

“You lie, and badly, love. Polly’s been dead for a long time. I told you that in Paris.” He scoffed and you wondered what the fuck he was on. Polly was as real as the two of you, you had touched her and found warm flesh. She lived in Stratford with her daughter, Anna, and visited John regularly.

“I just spoke to her, your aunt in the pink dress.” You shook your head hoping he was just pulling your leg. “And your cousin, Anna, was playing with Diane earlier.”

“Anna’s been dead since she was sixteen, died in Australia. Have you been drinking my whiskey?” he said as if he were being perfectly serious and you were mad.

“I am not mad, Tommy. Do not make me think I am losing my shit, when we were just there with them downstairs!” you feel yourself lose your patience with him. Next thing he’d ask what party it was as if you hadn’t been preparing for it since you returned from your honeymoon.

“I told you she was perfect.” A woman says coming from behind you.

You had heard your voice in those dreams, where she wears luxurious nightgowns and tonight wears a magnificent black robe over her very naked form.

It was impossible. The woman was dead, you had seen the tomb, the papers and the altar to her in her sitting room downstairs.

“Talks to ghosts, who would’ve thought?” Tommy speaks to her as if you have stopped existing and you know you must run.

Where, you do not know.

And you do, you run as fast as your feet can carry you, but it’s not enough. Eva Shelby is too fast and takes flight after you as you run past the driveway in the direction of the church.

It is snowing terribly, and you fear you will die buried in it by the time you reach it. Your dress was not suited for such weather, and you prayed to God he’d save you from the demoness chasing you in the form of a bat.

But you get there. The doors are closed, and you cry as you hit them with your fists for someone to open them and let you in.

You can feel her behind you as you try to pull and push the door handles with all your strength and you begin to pray hoping it will stop her.

As if by magic, the doors are opened wide, and you run to the altar knowing vampires cannot step on holy ground.

Only you are wrong. The dead woman walks like a queen as the church comes alive with all the ghosts who inhabit it.

Her victims.

“God doesn’t live where the Devil rules, sweetheart.” It’s not the vampiress who says it. It is your husband who appears in the chancel with you and holds you tightly, so you won’t run again.

“Really, Tommy. You could have locked the doors of the house, instead you have your poor wife work for her birthday meal.” Eva flirts and touches your cheek just as she’s done these past nights.

“Where’s the fun in that, Evie?” he quips as he takes a good whiff of you as he nuzzled your neck. “She’s ripe for the taking, haven’t had a meal like this since our anniversary, sweetheart.”

“Virgins with a touch of magic are so hard to come by these days, Tom. Either they are frauds, or they are sluts. Oh, but this lovely lady, is just so perfect. I don’t even know how you managed to bring her back here without a taste.” Eva licked your neck for effect. “A shame defiling her would ruin the taste, she made such lovely sounds last night and the taste of her on my fingers was just sublime.”

They act as if you are food, and yet with the way they touch you and under the gaze of her intense dark eyes, you find yourself resigned to your fate.

“Happy 127th birthday, love.” Tommy kissed his wife before the two of them sank their teeth on both sides of your neck.

[justrainandcoffee]

Masterlist

Theme, date, characters

Autumn leaves (1/10): Tommy Shelby x Lucy Winters

Log cabin (3/10): Tommy Shelby x Reader

Home made cookies (5/10): Alfie & Cyril

Pumpkin picking (7/10): Esme Lee x Reader

Bonfire (9/10): Tommy Shelby & Evelyn Shelby

Coffee shop (11/10): Alfie x Tommy

Candles (13/10): James Delaney x Lorna Bow

Warm drink (14/10): Tommy Shelby & Lydia Shelby

Castle trip (15/10): Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell

Thunderstorm (17/10): Alfie & Allie Solomons

Open window (19/10): Tommy Shelby x Quinn Meyer

Rain walk (21/10): River Cartwright x Reader

Forest (22/10): Heaven Shelby

Black cat (23/10): Winston Ferrante-Shelby

Bakery (25/10): Cillian Murphy x Jiyan Fabris

Book shop (27/10): Tommy Shelby x Reader

Graveyard (29/10): Jack Nelson x Eva Smith

I finished them like two weeks ago and finally October is here to post them. It's all queued, hopefully Tumblr will work and post them as I ordered.

This post is also queued. If you see this, then it worked. Any idea to link the characters to the themes? 😌. Not all the characters are in the tags and I didn't want to make it obvious.

Sincerely yours... Me.

[call-sign-shark]

Bird of A Feather || Peaky Blinders x OCs

A short story for the wonderful @evita-shelby inspired by her moodboard gift Bird of A Feather.

Words: less than 1k

TW: Tommy and Heaven together (this is real warning for any HYE reader😂), allusions to drugs, overdose and sex. Ethical slur because of the show. Also this is not proof read, we die like men.

Notes: Reference to this chapter of HYE.

None of this was supposed to happen.

It was what Heaven thought when she watched her own reflection in the mirror of the ridiculously expensive suite's bathroom Mr. Shelby had booked for their stay in Boston. As she reflected on her new life, her slender fingers nervously tried to untangle the long gold and diamond earring chain Tommy had gifted her prior the trip. The vortex of her raging thoughts was so wild that she didn't hear the door opening, nor the husky and charming voice that called her name. Her body suddenly jerked when she felt one strong yet warm hand resting on her shoulder — She turned around in one vivid movement, the angelic complexions of her face only relaxing when they met with familiar turquoise eyes.

"Are you ready?" Tommy asked, one of his brow slightly arched as his piercing and ice-cold iris carefully observed the white-haired woman's features.

"Almost, but I can't seem to get rid out of this damn knot."

"Let me check." Three words again, said with the same collected tone whose deep and sultry voice sent shivers down her spine. Without wasting more saliva, Tommy brought his hands to the jewel and started to untangle it. "Don't you like it?" He broke the silence, "You always wear gold, but diamonds make a delightful echo to your crystal eyes." The thought of Tommy noticing such trivial details about her still felt odd considering how profound their mutual hatred had been for years. But Lizzie taking the kids had given them a little push.

"I do." She reassured, offering him a faint smile. They were so close that she could feel the heat radiating off him, as well as the elegant fragrances of his cologne tingling her nostrils.

"So why do you look so unhappy, ay?" He finally succeed in rearranging her earring, his calloused fingers gently grazing her reddened earlobe before finding rest on one of her cold cheeks. Tenderly. Lovingly.

"I'm just a bit anxious. I always hated big gatherings, let alone when the whole crowd is made of political figures, rich heirs and nobs." The way her lips pouted and her expression turned into a childish one as she pressed her face harder against his comforting palm snatched an amused snort from him, and yet… Tommy understood — her wild soul belonged to the forest and mountains no matter the expensive jewels and finest, seductive dresses. Heaven was not cut for this hypocritical world. The gangster leaned over her dainty frame and brought his face closer until their fiery breathe mixed and their nose touched.

“Think of them as your stupid little preys, just like you did in the forest. You might be on their territory but you are the predator here, and they should be the ones quivering with fear. Not you.” He pronounced this in intoxicating whispers that manage to lull her anxiety — or maybe it was because she was focusing on how his breath had quickened now that their mouths were so close. Batting her eyelashes, the white witch slowly nodded: they would be the real menace of the whole ballroom. Tommy drowned himself in the frost desert of her eyes for a bit, his thumb slightly pulling her fleshy lower lip down, “And if it is not enough, remember that I’ll stay by your side and keep you out of sorrow.” As he concluded, his placid face split in a wide and fierce grin that showcased his teeth. A genuine Tommy Shelby’s smile, scarcer than the rarest gem.

“And I’ll keep you out of it too.” She replied, mirroring his smile but with a more moderate one.

“That’s it, Devil.” He affectionately called the petite witch before his sweet liquored lips crashed against hers, the whisky taste blinding all her other senses and making the world outside fade to black. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, surges of electricity cursing through her body as the infamous gangster deepened the embrace. Amidst the chaos they had left behind in Birmingham they stood, his free hand pressing on her lower back to pull her closer until his strong chest flattened her small breast and every of their curves fit snugly altogether. After all that separated them, Tommy had finally won: his brother’s beloved angel belonged to him and only him… Conquered and with her wings pinned, Heaven forgot how wrong it felt and gave in, her tongue shyly waltzing with her old enemy’s. With that wicked brother-in-law she wished to see dead not that long ago. When their mouth parted and Heaven tried to break the embrace to go back dolling herself up, Tommy grabbed her wrist firmly, pupils dilated with pride and lust.

“No. Kiss me again.” His husky voice ordered.

The whole party was probably the most boring one she had ever attended and to make her evening worst, Americans proved that their awful tastes also encompassed alcohol. Not the smallest bottle of red wine had been put on tables, only dry and bitter champagne they were proud to show off as if it was the pinnacle of the French culture. Heaven winced after the first sip and immediately put the glass back where she had taken it, hoping no one had notice her bad manners — she definitely wasn’t one of them, and navigating among the upper-class crowd was not as easy as Tommy made it look. Her mind started to form the words “Arthur would never…” but soon her heart tightened in her chest and she forced herself to chase away the thought of her beloved former husband. “Arthur is not here anymore.” Tommy’s voice echoed in her head. In truth, the lanky gangster had stopped being there the moment he relapsed in drug again, trading cocaine for opium. It had been too much and, loyal to her principles, Heaven left. Never ever she would have imagined that Arthur would be found months later in the Chinese quarters with a syringe in his arm, devoid of life. And while she was spitefully musing over and over again on these cursed memories, two vicious pair of eyes stared at her.

“She looks like she’s about to murder everyone here.” A bewitching feminine voice resounded, catching the attention of the tall American man standing next to her, “I like that.” Eva added, bringing the fine crystal of her glass to her blood-red lips to sip the fancy cocktail she had ordered. At her words, Jack’s mouth curled in a shark-like smile, the scar on his upper lip stretching as he did.

“And she’s hot.” He said, the couple giving each other a conspiratorial glance, “That’s what you were about to say, weren’t you, Goddess?” His manly hand discreetly slipped from her lower back to her ass, grabbing one of her cheeks firmly. Eva snort in reply, side-eying her cheeky husband before focusing her attention on the delicate but wild angel that was impatiently waiting for Tommy to come back from his smoke outside. Lost in her contemplation for a short while, the Mexican witch wondered how such a seraph-looking creature could wear a stare that cold. How could she radiate off something that… Unsettling? Anxiety-inducing? Threatening? She couldn’t even find the right word.

“Feeling sinful, Daddy?” The Mexican beauty, sublimed by an overtly expensive red dress, cooed with a sultry tone that would have turned the meanest man to a brainless drooling dog.

“With you? Always, Goddess.” He winked at her before leaning for a kiss on her temple but a few seconds later the two future presidential couple saw their new associate coming back to the ballroom and heading straight to the lonely white-haired brat, “So you were right, she’s Thomas Shelby’s sweetheart. The Gypsie bastard got himself a fucking pretty pussy.”

“A witch.” Eva corrected, her tone stricter as she pronounced the word, “And he’s rather handsome too. Both are highly fuckable.” She mused, her dark eyes never leaving the newlyweds.

“Well, let me introduce you to them then! After all, we’re in business together now.” Jack suggested, burying his nose in his wife’s long dark hair to relish on her enchanting perfume. Fuck — if they weren’t that busy he would have ruined her cunt in another room right now.

“Excellent idea, Jack. Introduce me to them.” Eva emphasizes on the word, finally looking at the tall American with the flames of sin dancing in her evil eyes. It was all it took for Jack to understand his wife’s intentions… And they were in total harmony with his. “I hope we could officialize our partnership with them in a more intimate and fun way than just a handshake.” As possessive as they were together — as possessive as the English and French mirror facing them — Eva foresaw their agreement about her perverse suggestion, but the truth was there was no need to be a clairvoyant witch for guessing right.

The four of them were all sinners.

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: April PT. 2

Welcome to part 2 of April’s recommendation list, down below you will find the link to part 1. Please send me a moodboard request for your work. I love making them. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, your stories, or even your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope you are having a lovely start to spring or fall, depending on where you live.

<< April Pt. 1 🌷

May Pt. 1 💐 >>

Masterlist 📜

In My Hometown (Moodboard) >> Joel Miller x Reader - "I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay."

More Than Just An Heiress (One-Shot) >> Dougie Poynter x OFC!Greer Smith - Summary: Greer Smith, the best friend of Dougie Poynter, is turning another year older. She needs reminding that she is more than what she is labeled.

BLURBS/DRABBLES:

Easter Egg Hunt by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: The Shelby family has an Easter egg hunt for the children, and you have a special one for Tommy. (my summary) | It's so fluffy and sweet. I love it!

March Madness Drabble Challenge 2023 - Peaky Edition: Day 25 by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Gif Request - Sneak Preview: “Then you know what to do, Tom,” she reminds him of what they last spoke about. | This needs to be shared again because, sometimes, Thomas Shelby needs to be told.

Takes One to Know One by @zablife >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You are Lady Sarah of Connemara. At least that’s what you want everyone to believe. | You know the gif where the girl flings the newspaper and dances? That's me. Love it.

Tommy Shelby + Secret - Mood Board by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy Shelby has a secret he's been keeping close to his chest. (my summary) | Tommy Shelby is never late to anything, and I absolutely adore this moodboard and drabble.

ONE-SHOTS:

Home by @shelbyssins >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Request - Sneak Preview: Her eyes widened as he started to speak to her again, she couldn’t focus on his voice over the sound of her blood rushing in her ears, “If you tell me to leave you alone, I will,” is all she heard him say. | Prepare to have your heart broken and put back together within less than 8 thousand words.

Loud Sounds by @runnning-outof-time >> Tommy Shelby x Reader ft. Daughter!Thea - Summary: Gif Request - Sneak Preview: “Mumma’s not going to be happy that you got your shoes and pants wet,” she pointed out in a warning tone, making Tommy realized that the lower half of his legs were now submerged in the pond. | K writes what I feel would have happened in an episode had Tommy had a PTSD episode while being a wonderful father to his daughter Thea.

Pen Pals by @little-diable & @zablife >> Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader - Summary: Tommy and the reader have been pen pals as teenagers, though ripped apart by the war. Now, as she is trapped in an abusive marriage, she finds Tommy's old letters again, and she can't help but wonder if he had made it home from war, and if so, could he be the helping hand she's desperate for? | I thoroughly enjoyed reading. I just about melted right where I sat.

Ruined by @areyenotfondofmelobster >> Arthur Shelby x Reader - Summary: Arthur wants to love you, your scars, and all you are. (my summary) | The is beautifully written, and as someone who has scars and is self-conscious, I would love to have Arthur love me like this.

This Storm Will Also Pass by @runnning-outof-time >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy manages to calm down (Y/N) after he finds her hiding and riddled with anxiety during a late autumn thunderstorm. | K knows how to write a piece that could have occurred on the show. I'm not sure which is my favorite part, the ending or when he comes home to her.

SERIES:

A Different Sort of Man | Chapter 7 | Epilogue | by @evita-shelby >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Eva Shelby - Summary: Or where Eva plays around with magic and Tommy wakes up in a universe where Grace is his wife while that universe's Tommy discovers just how different his life would have been if he pursued the pretty witch in 71 Watery Lane | What a perfect way to end the series with both Tommy and Thomas getting a happy ending, which they deserve. Very much enjoyed this series, and I think you will enjoy this read.

Family Ties | Chapter 17 by @peakyscillian >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x f!reader - Summary: The Shelby’s will do anything for family. | Such a beautiful way to end the series.

ONE-SHOTS:

soft morning sex with Frank? by @amhrosina >> Frank Castle x Reader - Reader sleeps in and wakes to Frank, and what follows is a pleasant morning together of soft morning sex. (my summary) | Love a sappy love-drunk Frank.

TED LASSO:

Begin Again Ch. 3 | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Ted Lasso x OFC!Penny Fletcher - Summary: When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season’s pressures and the demons of their past? | I feel so lucky to get to read this story before everyone else does. Because I get to be so excited for you guys. Wren does such an amazing job forming relationships with her characters. You just can't help but to want more.

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS:

DRABBLES:

Booby Trap by @zablife >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: Gif Request - Sneak Preview: "This is more than I bargained for," he said with a shake of his head. | I requested this from Lee, and she had me all smiles by the middle of it. It's a must-read Joel drabble that you don't want to miss.

ONE-SHOTS:

Breaking The Girl by @cinematicgf >> dom!Joel Miller x sub f!reader - Summary: as a casual photographer, you find the opportunity to go with your neglectful boyfriend to his hometown for the summer thrilling. Taking photos of his neighbors and friends whilst not blowing money on a huge vacation sounds perfect. A small job with his mum, neighborhood summer get-togethers, and weekend beach trips accompanied by your trusty camera, why not?! But when a certain charming Southern man, known as your boyfriend’s old boss, enters the mix, you can't take your lens off the fine older man, and he can't seem to take it off you either. | This piece was so scorching and enjoyable.

Editorial by @just-some-random-blogger >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: "Can I read your diary?" "No." "Please." "I said no." "Pretty please?" "Ellie." "P l e a s e?" "No." | You got your angst and fluff. It's too adorable for words.

Just Keep Breathing by @swiftispunk >> Javier Peña x f!reader - Summary: Javi finds it harder and harder to keep up with the more physical aspects of his job. Reader offers him some love and words of comfort. | It's so soft and fluffy. 🥹🥹

Let Me by @swiftispunk >> Javier Peña x f!reader - Summary: Reader is inexperienced, Javi helps you out. You know, like a gentleman. | Someone, please cool me down, stat.

Rare by @swiftispunk >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: A rare find on a supply run leads to some new and unlikely experiences. | You guys are in for a treat with this one. It's all porn. I consider this Dom!Joel, and it's perfect. *chefs kiss*

Soaked by @joelscruff >> Javier Peña x f!reader - Summary: It's hard being an intern for a man who won't even look at you, but maybe there's something else to it that you don't see. | If people don't get soaked reading this, I don't even know.

Ultraviolence by @devilmademewriteit >> raider!joel miller x fem!afab!reader | Summary: Thank god—a handsome stranger saves you from the grips of a pack of cruel, cruel men. Unfortunately, said stranger, Joel Miller, is cut from the exact same cloth as the rest of them. | Sometimes you need some dark!Joel with filth in it, and this was it.

What I Need by @swiftispunk >> Joel Miller x fem!reader - Summary: Reader has a bad day. Joel gives you what you need. you know, uh, fuck it, Joel Miller knife play. | It's hot 🥵 and it's dirty. I love it! 🥰

SERIES:

Apothecary | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | by @atinylittlepain >> Joel Miller x witchy!reader - Summary: Joel becomes curious about the woman running the medicine shop in Jackson and the strange rumors swirling around her. | I'm so excited to see where this goes. Witchy + Joel? Yes, please!

Fallacy: Reject Me, I Get It by @cherry-clafoutis >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: You're young, sick, and vulnerable after getting rid of your family with your own hands. Trying to survive in a broken world. When Joel Miller finds you, you swear he is your guardian angel. Falling in love with him was wrong but inevitable. | This series has everything you need in a reader insert for The Last of Us. Adventure, Action, Angst, Love, and Family. It’s just perfect. It was my binge of the day, and I’m glad that I did.

*In My Hometown | pt. i | pt. ii | @swiftispunk >> neighbour!dbf!Joel Miller x fem!afab!reader (+ platonic!Tommy and platonic!Sarah) - Summary: Tomorrow, you leave town for good. tonight, you cross the line with your neighbour, Joel. | This ripped my heart out, but like in a good way? It's the writing okay and the playlist that goes with it. Just oomph. It's a must-read.

Need To Know That I Want You by @joelscruff >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: Joel calls you his good girl for the first time. (Takes place after this) | This series continues to get hotter and hotter.

Night Walks by @toxicanonymity >> dark!creepy!Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: Joel, an older neighbor you've been walking with late at night, asks you into his basement to sell him weed but has other intentions. | Sometimes you just want some dark and creepy Joel, and @toxicanonymity does not let their readers down.

*September by @wheresarizona >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: Joel Miller was the love of your life, your plans to spend the rest of your days with him derailed by the world ending. You got separated on the day of the Outbreak and never saw him again, not knowing if he survived until you find out the smuggler Marlene hired to bring an immune girl to your research hospital is none other than the man you thought you'd lost forever. | You will go through every possible emotion while reading this series. It's still in progress, and I love it so much.

TRIPLE FRONTIER:

BLURBS/DRABBLES:

A Better Person by @musings-of-a-rose >> Santiago Garcia x f!reader - Summary/Request: "You made me a better person." | The hopeless romantic in me was squealing. You're going to love it.

ONE-SHOTS:

Champagne Fulled Confessions by @violentdelightsandviolentends >> Will "Ironhead" Miller x Female Reader - Summary/Request: I have something to tell you and coming home drunk scenario. | I can never get enough of Will, but add Porn and I'm in heaven.

Save Tonight by @psychedelic-ink >> Santiago Garcia x f!reader x Frankie Morales - Summary: Frankie has a proposal for you that you're eager to accept. | This is very hot. 😅🔥🥵

MOODBOARDS:

Arthur's Angel, Everybody Eleses White Devil by @call-sign-shark

Arthur Shelby Modern AU by @call-sign-shark

John Shelby and Dangerous by @cillmequick

Tommy Shelby and Angel by @cillmequick

Tommy Shelby and Serene by @cillmequick

@swiftispunk - Hannah is a great writer getting you sucked into her various Javier Peña and Joel Miller works that she has written. Her current Joel Miller story, In My Hometown, comes with a playlist that helps you feel every bit of emotion she tries to relay through her writing, from the heartbreak to the angst. I highly suggest giving her masterlist a read-through and turning on her notifications.

@wheresarizona - Arizona writes for various Pedro Pascal characters, and through her works, she takes you to far-off destinations you never thought imaginable. I feel various emotions that keep me returning for more of her writing. When in need of a break from this reality, Arizona provides you one through her masterlist with various stories and one-shots. I suggest reading September, a Joel Miller series that is still ongoing, and Learned Something New, a Jack Daniels blurb that got me into Agent Whiskey. Whether in need of something long or short, Arizona has you covered.

[look-at-the-soul]

Dog love summary

🐾♥️

As part of my small celebration part 1 you will find the following stories include some yorkie (Yorkshire Terrier) love 💕 (or any other breed the writer chose)! Stories written by incredible people/mutuals/peaky family… thank you from the bottom of my heart for doing this!

Edit: I will keep this celebration open to whoever wants to write at the time that works best for the writer 🥰

🐶 Toto by @evita-shelby Jonathan Crane x Eva (OC)

🐶 One more by @raincoffeeandfandoms Alfie Solomons x reader

🐶 Catwalk by @moral-terpitude Tommy x Quinn (OC)

🐶 Partners in crime by @peakyscillian

🐶 The photographer Part 8 by @midnightmagpiemama

🐶 Cyril needed a friend by @runnning-outof-time

🐶 Persuasion by @gypsy-girl-08

🐶 A new kind of love by me 🐾

🐶 A secret, a fear and a hatbox by @notyour-valentine

🐶 Best in show meet the owners / meet the dogs by @zablife

🐶 Tell me again please by my dear Cia (holacia2) posted by me on her behalf @holacia3

🐶 The lockdown sessions Part 18 by @cillmequick ♥️

I will be adding soon my own story and any other incredible writer creates!

(Make sure to let me know in my inbox! Because tumblr tags doesn’t work all the time…

If you have a request/idea and you don’t write, you can also send a request ♥️🐶🐾

[evita-shelby]

So sorry for taking so long K lol

Some of these are posted in my other blog @lya-dustin

All is bliss(in the court of aemma the great) —Aemond x Aemma(oc)

National Anthem — jack nelson x eva (oc)

Tie your heart to mine — tom bennett x diane(oc)

Cupid kills with arrows —aemond x aemma

Maiden with moonglow in her hair —cregan stark x aemma

Untiltled —(something involving Johnathan Crane and Eva and smut)

The food of love —osferth x reader

Untitled — a request about Tommy Shelby x reader who is terminally ill

Untitled —drunk!tommy x reader/eva

Cupid kills with traps —modern!Aemond x Aemma , Rhaenyra x Alicent

No pressure tags: @raincoffeeandfandoms @look-at-the-soul @arcielee @assortedseaglass @ewanmitchellcrumbs @zablife

WIP Name Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @there-goes-thefighter , @emotionalcadaver , and @peakyswritings ! 🥰

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

I’m gonna steal a page from @there-goes-thefighter ‘s book and only do the 5 I’ll be working on next — I’ve currently got 24 blurb requests for my celebration, so I’ll be working on them until they’re all finished … also a disclaimer: I don’t have any concrete ideas for these stories (not even titles yet) I usually try not to think of them until I get to that blurb. If you want to see the full list, you can go here. Here’s the next 5:

“Don’t you dare.” — with John

“Forget I ever said that.” — with Tommy

“I didn’t get your name.” — with Tommy

“I just need some quiet.” — with Arthur

“Are you jealous?” — with Arthur

Tagging: @evita-shelby @cryingforlife @notyour-valentine @little-diable @moral-terpitude @brummiereader @peakyltd

[queenshelby]

Prisoner 4559 (Part One)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Words: 1,644

Warning: Mention of War, Major Character Death

Summary: This plays after Season Five and after the start of WWII. Tommy got away with the assassination attempt on Mosley and now spies on him and his connections with the Germans on behalf of the Crown. It will contain some of my theory on the "black cat" but I will not go into detail. Tommy has the trust of Oswald Mosley after someone else took the fall for the assassination and Tommy's children were taken by Esme in order to keep them safe. During this difficult time, Tommy meets a young woman by the name of Eva who has escaped a concentration camp in Germany and is an enemy of the fascist regime. When will he find out about who she is? Will his acquaintance find out? If so, what will he do?

12 November 1934

It was freezing cold when Eva made her way through the dense bushland, almost as cold as in Germany but, at least back home, she had warm clothes to wear.

All she had now was an oversized jumper which she had stolen from one of the women on the boat to England.

This boat was the last ship that departed for England following the commencement of the second World War and Eva was lucky for having made the boat and having been able to sneak on to it without getting caught.

Eva left Germany with nothing but the clothes on her back. She had no money and no passport after she had been captured by the German authorities.

She also had no family and was left with very little willpower to survive. But, she needed to survive and find her daughter who was taken away from her and sent to Birmingham.

She was said to be safe, living with a family of fascists who were allies of the Germans. This was the kind of upbringing which disgusted Eva but, at least her daughter, whose name was Maria, wasn’t in harms way any longer. Maria, was only three years old and probably didn’t even remember her mother but Eva loved her with every beat of her heart. She meant everything to her and she was willing to fight for her.

Eva’s husband had tried to save their daughter from being taken and he tried to save Eva, in the process of which he was shot.

His death broke Eva’s heart but a year had passed and she needed to keep the promise which she had made to her husband. She needed to find their daughter.

Unfortunately for her, however, she was near death herself, hungry and cold in foreign country.

She stole what she could but, in times of war, people valued their possessions more than usual. Without a passport, there was nowhere she could go for assistance and, being German herself, she wasn’t exactly welcome in most places the poor would go.

Trying to beg for a piece of bread, she was kicked out of a bakery in Camden Town and when she ran into a group of German allies, she had to hide.

She was considered to be an enemy of the state, an outspoken communist and female activist which ultimately cost her everything but the will to find her child.

Little did Eva know that she was much closer to finding what she was looking for than she thought when she hid in a large barn, using the hay to keep her warm.

The barn was larger than her house back in Germany and the house behind which the barn was located was a mansion of some sort. It was beautifully decorated and well looked after.

Whoever lived there was very fortunate and wealthy and Eva knew that there would be food in the house.

She also knew that she had to wait until everyone in the house had gone to sleep before trying to break in through one of the windows to get what she needed.

It was a difficult mission, but she knew that it was worth it.

***

Eva waited until 1 o’clock before leaving the somewhat warm barn in order to climb through one of the windows of the large mansion.

Luckily, they weren’t secured well and she managed to unlock one of them with the top of her hairpin.

It was a trick Eva had learned as an apprentice before she became an engineer, an occupation which kept her alive in Nazi Germany.

Carefully, she climbed through the window before tippy toeing over the soft carpet floor.

She knew she had to find the kitchen quickly before she would get caught but the house was too big.

Eva went from one room to another without any luck until she made a mistake.

In the dark, she walked straight against a large cabinet in one of the hallways which caused a large and, most likely expensive, vase to fall on to the floor and shatter into a million pieces.

The bang immediately alerted several people in the house but, luckily for Eva, only one of the maids came walking down the stairs.

Eva starred at her with wide open and apologetic eyes and the maid sighed and starred before calling out to the others.

‘It’s alright. The dog pushed something over again’ the maid said while she pointed towards a large dog in the corner who, clearly, wasn’t trained as a guard dog. He most certainly didn’t care about Eva’s intrusion into the house and Eva wondered why this mansion wasn’t guarded at all.

The maid then reached for Eva’s hand and pulled her up from the floor. Then, she walked her towards the kitchen and, without saying a word, handed her a piece of bread and an apple.

‘Thank you so much. Thank you’ Eva almost cried and the maid quickly told her to be quiet.

‘You must be mad breaking into this house. Do you know who lives here?’ the maid then asked and Eva shook her head while eating as quickly as she could.

The maid sighed again and sat down at the large table in the corner of the kitchen.

‘Did you just come here for the food or were you going to steal something else?’ she asked and Eva quickly swallowed before speaking up.

‘Just the food. I haven’t eaten in days. I wasn’t going to take anything else. I swear to God’ Eva responded and the kind maid nodded and smiled.

‘You are German?’ she asked and Eva nodded shyly. Her accent gave it away and she had no choice but to trust the woman.

‘What’s your name?’ the maid then asked and, after Eva introduced herself, the maid told her that her name was Frances.

‘Are you a fascist?’ was the next question the maid asked and Eva didn’t know how to respond.

She was all but a fascist but she also didn’t know what this woman wanted to hear. It was all about politics and the war these days and Eva was worried that a wrong answer could cost Eva her life.

‘I am not. I am a communist’ Eva eventually admitted after giving it some thought. The woman had been kind to her and Eva felt the need to tell her the truth.

‘Were you a prisoner in one of the contraction camps then?’ Frances then asked Eva and, with tears in her eyes, Eva nodded.

‘I spent a year in confinement’ Eva told her before showing Frances her tattoo which read “4559”. She was prisoner 4559.

‘I am so sorry for you’ Frances said before taking Eva’s hands into hers like a mother would do and Eva couldn’t do anything but nod until Frances asked her yet another question.

‘How did you get out?’ she wondered and when Eva told her about how she was able to escape, Frances broke out in tears herself.

Eva had to sell her body to one of the guards who eventually helped her escape and she knew that this would traumatise her forever.

‘How do you know about the camps?’ Eva then asked as no one else had recognised her as being a prisoner of war before, but Frances kept this to herself and Eva didn’t dare to ask her any more questions about it.

What became clear to Eva after a while was that Frances knew a lot about the war, German politics and other matters of national interest and it was at this point that Eva took a chance and told Frances about her daughter.

‘She is with fascists in Birmingham you say?’ Frances asked and Eva confirmed this to be the case. She knew from the officer she sold herself to where her daughter had been taken to, but not much more. She didn’t have a name nor did she have an address.

‘I don’t have an address and I have been looking everywhere’ Eva explained in tears and, when Frances got up and told her to wait, Eva feared the worst. Was the kind maid going to get her into trouble now, she wondered?

***

With nowhere to go, Eva complied with the woman’s request and, when Frances returned with some clothes, Eva looked at her with surprise.

‘I will help you find your daughter’ she then said as she handed Eva a maid’s attire.

‘I am not sure I follow’ Eva responded as Frances, once again, took her hands.

‘You came to the right house Eva. We have been looking for another maid to join us and my employer, Mr Shelby, he is a good man. His second wife passed away recently and his two children are not with us so he can be a little on the edge at times but he has connections’ Frances explained.

‘His children, did they die because of the war?’ Eva wondered, feeling sorry for the man if this was the case.

‘No dear, they are very much alive. He is in a position of influence and had to keep them safe. They are with a family member as for now’ Frances explained and Eva couldn’t believe what was happening and turned silent.

‘What do you say?’ Frances eventually asked as Eva looked at her somewhat perplexed.

‘Thank you...thank you so much’ Eva told the kind stranger, accepting her offer.

‘Good. Now we need to get you cleaned up and we also need to do something to hide your tattoo’ Frances said.

‘Why?’ Eva wondered.

‘Because, in this house, you do not want to be known as an enemy of the fascists’ Frances explained and, whilst Eva was confused, she nodded and agreed to keep the tattoo hidden.

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[azurethevampire]

• Masterlist •

Drabble = under 1,000 words

Oneshot = over 1,000 words

Unless stated otherwise, my stories are all purely of platonic relationships between reader and the characters. Sometimes between the character(s) and my OCs.

Updated: 22.1.2024

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Peaky Blinders

Not Alone | oneshot | Tommy Shelby x child!reader × rest of the Shelby family

"Sweetheart what did you bury in the garden?" | Drabble | Tommy Shelby x child!reader

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Lord of the Rings

Misbehaving Leads to Tickling | oneshot | teen!reader x Elrond

Heart(s) of Mischief | Drabble | teen!reader x Glorfindel, Elrond makes an appearance too 

Hair Trouble | Drabble | Celebrían x child!reader

"Can you please kill the spider in my room?" | Drabble | Asta(oc), Elrond

"I didn’t bang my head that much, I promise…" | Drabble | reader x Glorfindel

"It's too cold. I'm not going." | Drabble | Elrond, Asta(oc)

Stargazing | drabble | Aragorn, Asta(oc)

Stubborn Little Patient | drabble | Elrond, Asta(oc)

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Supernatural

Are We There Yet? | oneshot | tickle fic | Dean Winchester x sister!reader x Sam Winchester

Snowy Day | Drabble | Dean Winchester x gn!sibling reader x Sam Winchester

"You are still as cuddly as you were when you were little." | drabble | Sam Winchester x sister!reader

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Doctor Who

Little Star | oneshot | Doctor x teen!reader

"My feet are cold" | Drabble | 10th Doctor x reader

"Did you turn my sock into a puppet?" | Drabble | 11th Doctor x reader

"How can I make it up to you?" | Drabble | 9th Doctor x reader

Bigger on the Inside Out | Drabble | The Doctor x reader meets the movie Inside Out

"It's a shame you're mad at me, little one~" | Drabble | 10th Doctor x reader

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Sherlock

Ice Cream Makes Everything Better | oneshot | Sherlock x reader x John

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The Mandalorian

Mando's Lessons to Parenting: Sleep | oneshot | Mandalorian/Din Djarin x child!reader x The Child

Mando's Lessons to Parenting Special: The Gift |oneshot | Mandalorian/Din Djarin x child!reader x The Child, Cara Dune makes an appearance too

Mando's Lessons to Parenting: The Eggcident | Drabble | Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Eva(oc) x The Child/Grogu

MLtP: I Would Do It Again | Drabble | Mandalorian/Din Djarin x platonic!reader

"I doubt he even knows how to tickle someone" | MLtP verse | Eva(oc) x The Child/Grogu

MLtP: Just a Little Laugh Will Do | Eva, Din Djarin/Mandalorian, The Child/Grogu

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Marvel

Bickering Children | drabble | Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Erika Barnes(oc)

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One Chicago

Chicago Fire

"Dad, don't leave me" | oneshot | Kelly Severide x daughter!reader, episode tag to CF 3x19

Little Trouble Monkey | drabble | Kelly Severide, Severide's daughter Tina(oc)

Chicago PD

Concern | drabble | gn!sibling reader x Jay Halstead

Chicago Med

Stomach ache | drabble | sibling reader x Will Halstead

Crossovers

"Can you bail me out? Please?" | Med/PD(mention only)| drabble | gn!sibling reader x Will Halstead, Jay is also mentioned

The Smore's Incident | Med/PD | drabble | Will Halstead x sibling!reader x Jay Halsted

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True Blood

I Will Give You a Reason | oneshot | Eric Northman, Emily Northman(oc), Pamela Swynford de Beaufort

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NCIS

"Please be careful" | Drabble | teen!reader x Gibbs

"I'm not mad at you" | Drabble | Gibbs x reader

To my family | drabble | team x reader

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Uncharted

An Uncle Would Be Fine | drabble | Nathan Drake, sister!reader, Victor Sullivan

[the-garris0n]

barmaids don’t count - pt. 1

part one of a new series??

tommy x reader / alfie x reader

summary: working for only one of the most feared gangs in the country seemed hard enough, until you found yourself being blackmailed by Alfie Solomons

part two / part three / part four / part five / part six

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The street outside The Rose Garden club is quiet at this time of day, somewhere between midnight and dawn. The customers and the rest of the staff have cleared off and I’m locking up as I often do when Arthur, the owner, has disappeared off somewhere in a coked-up haze, probably trying to sleep with one of his employees. I take the shortcut back to my flat, an alley which cuts down the side of the club, pulling my coat tighter around myself against the biting night air. The streets used to scare me when I first moved to the area, but I’ve discovered that the worst men are usually the ones I’m serving drinks to inside. The alleys are the worst part; barely grazed by the streetlights, with shadows curling between the narrow walls.

A man steps around the corner, blocking my path as I pace to the end of the alley, almost free.

‘Alright love?’ I stop just short of walking into him, craning my neck to look up at his face as he towers over me. His face is mostly obscured by the darkness and the hat he’s wearing, but I can make out his thick beard, strong nose and large frame.

‘Excuse me,’ I mutter, trying to walk past him, but he sidesteps to block me again. His broad shoulders stretch almost from wall to wall. I glance back the way I came, measuring up my chances of getting away if I made a run for it. Another shadowy silhouette guards the other end of the path. My heart ices over.

‘No point running alright, this’ll be quick.’ A shudder runs down my spine and I take a step back, putting as much distance between us as possible. ‘I don’t have any money,’ I say trying to keep my voice steady. He lets out a gruff laugh.

‘I don't want your money, yeah, I have a proposition for you.’

‘I’m not interested.’ I cross my arms over my chest, trying to look braver than I feel, and give him a hard stare.

‘You know, I think you might be. Barmaids don’t make much cash, last time I checked. And that flat, well, not in great shape is it? That broken window must be a right pain in the backside.’ He sticks his hands in his pockets. His voice is nonchalant, but a threatening edge is creeping in. My heart begins to pound, hot anger burning my throat.

‘What do you want?’ I keep my voice low, trying not to panic or show my fear. My mind cycles through the possibilities of what he could want, and none of them are good.

‘Your employers, yeah, the Shelbys, we’ve been mates for ages. Me and Tommy go way back. Arthur’s not so fond of me, but that’s water under the bridge, innit?’ He leans against the dank brick wall, comfortable that he has me cornered. ‘Now, they’ve just moved onto my territory. Course, there’s room for everyone, I’m a generous man. But I need to make sure Tommy’s playing by the rules.’ I’m starting to piece together his identity. I’ve lived in London long enough to know the unspoken laws, and if he’s telling the truth then he can only be one man. He’s different to how I expected him to be. Mothers around here tell their children ghost stories about this monstrous spirit of Camden Town, but he’s smaller than I imagined, and less threatening. Not that the rumours alone aren't enough to make my blood run cold. ‘Nothing too strenuous, just new imports, exports, any news a concerned friend might be interested in, right?’

‘Why should I do anything for you?’

‘Not to sound clichéd, alright, but I do know where you live. You and that pretty roommate of yours.’ He's right, me and Louise are almost always behind on rent, but risking a good job with employers that could be just as dangerous as this man wouldn't be a good idea.

‘Why me?’ 

‘There’s a lot of big characters in that club; a lot of big mouths. No one notices the barmaid. And Arthur trusts you. Only been there a month and already taking care of the accounts, aren't you?’ he explains. I let out a humourless laugh. I only do the accounts because Arthur can’t do the maths himself and wouldn't trust a suit to do it for him. But I don’t tell him that. ’So we’re settled. I’ll be in touch soon. Nice to meet you, Miss Griffiths.’ He doesn't give me any choice, just thrusts his hand towards me, waiting patiently for my response.

‘And you, Mr Solomons.’ I take his hand, shaking it briefly. He chuckles lightly. ‘You’re a natural, see? Deducing already.’ Behind him, a car pulls up. He’s clearly expecting it, like he’s choreographed our whole conversation.

‘Wonderful! Ollie will take you home. Sleep tight.’ He walks away, disappearing into the dark and leaving me alone with the car in front of me. I consider refusing, but decide that I might as well get a lift home out of it, so I climb into the back seat and try to pick my way through what’s just happened. The driver, Ollie, pulls away with no instruction. Another subtle sign that I’m already under Alfie Solomons’ thumb.

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The car pulls up round the corner from my flat. I start pushing open the door as soon as the car comes to a stop, desperate to breathe the events of the night out of my lungs.

‘Hey, be careful, yeah?’ The driver calls before I climb out, turning in his seat to look at me. There’s an odd look behind his eyes. ‘Alfie’s an good guy, but just… be careful.’ 

‘Thanks for the lift,’ I mutter, hopping down onto the street and hurrying back up to the flat. I slam the door behind me, as if I can shut what just happened out. I pour myself a big glass of cheap rum, the only kind we can afford.

‘You alright?’ My roommate, Louise, asks. I hadn't noticed her coming out of her room. I nod quickly through my mouthful of rum.

‘Just tired,’ I say, flashing her a quick smile before disappearing into my room.

-

‘Alright, Eva?’ Arthur greets me, tossing his cap onto the bar between us. I smile lightly, already feeling guilty. Arthur would be easy enough to dupe; he’s sweet and trusting, and that makes me feel even worse. Part of me hopes last night was a bad dream and that I’ll never hear from Alfie Solomons again, but I know better than that.

‘I’ll have a whiskey.’ I frown. Arthur never drinks, at least not during work hours, and the older girls who’ve been here a while had told me that he used to cause trouble whenever he drank.

‘Bit early isn't it?’ I note, pouring the drink. The club won’t open for a few hours and it’s just me and him in the club.

‘My brother’s coming down,’ he says as if it’s an explanation, running a hand over his hair.

‘John?’ I ask. I met one of the other Shelbys when he came to visit before. He was fun, more confident than his brother, and spent three days flirting with every one of the girls before sauntering back up to Birmingham. Arthur shakes his head.

‘Tommy,’ he says. I haven’t met the second Shelby brother before, but I’ve heard stories and not all of them are good. Everyone knows he’s the real head of the Shelby family, despite Arthur being older. Tommy is the brains of the operation. My job just got even harder. Arthur throws back the whiskey in one, slamming the glass down on the bar. ‘He thinks I need keeping an eye on.’ He shakes his head. ‘Make sure the books are all straight, will ya? I don't want another bollocking over that.’ I give him a reassuring smile.

‘Of course,’ I say, trying to ignore the ball of dread burning my chest.

idk if i’m happy with this but hopefully the next part will be better ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  thank u for reading, hope u enjoyed!! also thank u to the gc for helping me out!!

[evita-shelby]

A Dull Party

Aka Eva/reader gets invited to the russian orgy and tommy gets pegged fic

Tommy x Eva/reader x Tatiana Petrovna

Cw: smut, nudity, unhealthy lifestyles, debauchery, a threesome, male receiving anal, pegging

Mdni/ 🔞

When he confessed to having considered sleeping with May, he should’ve known you wouldn’t just deny him sex until you felt better about it.

Tommy had seen the new lingerie and assumed you’d add salt to the wound by prancing around in it to remind him of your one rule.

If you fuck a whore, I will fuck a man before I leave. You hurt me, I will hurt you worse, Thomas Shelby.

This you had vowed with your hands wrapped around his prick to get your point across.

You promised him the world at a very low price, monogamy.

Easy, he’d been monogamous before. Greta had been the only woman he’d ever been loyal to until he met you.

And until he found himself alone with May lying about his marital status when she assumed he was unmarried, Tommy had never considered betraying you like that.

He hadn’t done it; he’d almost done it before you called telling him Arthur and Michael had been arrested and framed for Billy Kitchen’s murder.

You hadn’t known until you got it out of him when Tatiana Petrovna set her sights on you.

“The Duchess invited me to the orgy you neglected to tell me about, honey.” Your falsely sweet tone tells him he’s going to sleep in a guest room tonight. “Imagine my fucking surprise when I learned it from the Russian twat, dear husband of mine.”

“And have them leer at you and paw at you all night, I’m there for business, not pleasure, Evie.” He responds reminding you he doesn’t share either.

“So, am I, do you think you’re the only one of us involved in this mess?”

It’s not the end of the trouble, it is merely the beginning.

All the jokes die when the Russians demand you undress just as John and Arthur had.

Tommy’s this close to taking the offered vodka and making a poor man’s bomb out of it when she kneels and takes the knives in your garters sensually.

You keep your eyes on him with a wicked red smile as the Duchess continued her show, thinking you have a boring sex life.

The sapphire always looks better nestled between your bare tits, something he knows better than the affluent people here. If they knew the sort of games the two of you play, they’d throw a better party.

“Such beauty, you cannot even tell she gave him two children already.” The duchess caressed you, playing with your nipples and forcing everyone to see how she turned you on with the finesse of a maestro.

“These may stay on for now.” The mad woman reached the too short knickers made entirely with see through tulle and lace. “She won’t need them later, right, Mr. Shelby?”

Temptation in the flesh, so tempting Tommy briefly considers fratricide when his brothers are forced to see what only belongs to him.

They’re only half-joking, he’d told Arthur. This was a test of his commitment to the cause, a fucking cause he knows isn’t worth the money they’re getting.

“Your orgy would have been a failure if I didn’t lose every stitch of clothing, your grace. The last orgy I attended left me in such a state I left with one of my conquest’s underwear.” You answer for him driving the Russians’ attention back to you, you love being naked, a thing he only enjoys when it’s just for him.

Tommy has no idea if you are shitting with him, or you were as crazy as these fuckers are.

Both, your smile says, always both, darling.

You have not seen this sort of debauchery since you hosted a drug and alcohol fueled orgy during the summer solstice of 1918 to celebrate the Xochipilli and Xochiquetzal.

Of course, yours was much more tasteful and none were coerced, underpaid, and mistreated servants. No wonder the Communists were so thorough in their takeover.

The people stare and try to get your attention, but Tommy stakes his claim on you by refusing to let you wander away no matter what Tatiana tries.

“Once you marry a Shelby, you belong to them until you die.” Tommy said and the duchess believes him.

“The more the merrier then.” She said with that mad look in her eyes and allows you to dress again.

You’ve met people like her, drunk on their power and money until they die in a crash of pretty glass and blood on the cobblestone below a high balcony. In fact, you had aspired to be the beautiful and tragic creature dead on the ground.

But now your eyes have opened and the dense fog in your head has cleared.

And now that you’ve arrived at the stronghold with the jewels, you are even less impressed by these parasites with worthless titles.

“Couldn’t trust me to be professional, eh, Shelby? Had to bring your posh wife too?” Alfie is more interesting than the phony jewels they’ll offer.

“Oh, Mr. Solomons, can’t call it a party unless I am here, and I won’t be leaving until I get another Fabergé egg for my collection and have a good fuck in this dull party.” You bare your teeth through your smile, already tasting their fear in the air as they present you with paste instead of stone.

They just had to ask, didn’t they?

“It’s quite dull, much like the jewels, I am afraid. My husband won’t let me fuck anyone but him and now perhaps I shall punish him to be bored with me, dearest Tatiana.” You say lounging in only your tiny drawers and the sapphire now accompanied by a gaudy paste thing they tried to pass off as real.

“Might make an exception to share him with you, if you show me something that will make it worth the new lingerie.” You are resting your naked legs on your husband’s lap as you eye Tatiana, knowing exactly how you will get the night you came here for.

She wants to fuck your husband; all people want to. You don’t share, your selfish and spoiled ways from before the war have never left and you don’t plan to leave them now.

Now you were shown the only good place for an orgy in this old shell of a house.

The private chapel in all its glory.

Nothing gets you wet like mocking the god in whom you do not believe.

“Better?” the unhinged Russian noblewoman says as she shut the door behind the three of you.

And it was.

“Haven’t fucked a woman since ’18, and my dear husband refuses my offer of adding one to the mix, you know. Thinks I might leave him for her if he does.” A lie, Tommy just thinks it’s a test of his loyalty.

“And would you?” Tatiana asks, dark eyes glittering in the candlelight as you take the initiative and show your husband this is a one-time offer only.

One night to give into their fantasies with the Russian twat and leave him in a state where he will be glad you don’t share.

“Women are too wet for me; men are so nice and dry.” You giggle and pull her into a kiss relishing the way your husband looks on to this sordid entertainment.

Been so long since you’ve tasted lipstick and felt the softness of a woman against you. If the night ends better than it began, you might consider letting Tommy add May or even whichever woman crosses his path next have one taste of heaven before you send them to hell.

“Have you ever fucked a man like man fucks a woman, Mrs. Shelby?” the story of the priest in Tsibli forgotten in her need to appear much more interesting than you, who are nothing more than another dime a dozen wife.

Oh, how wrong she is, but you let her interest you as she reaches for a box holding the most beautiful set of dilators, carved to look like the real thing and one even resembled Tommy’s cock.

Even better it came with the harness you’d tried in Mexico, the one that let a woman fuck another with the wooden cock. A thrilling thing, the reversal of power where you are given the position of a man.

Something you have been dying to try out with Tommy after you discovered you were not the first to explore his asshole.

There is a clear no in Tommy’s eyes, but if this business were to go without a hitch, especially now that Tatiana wanted to change things up for the thrill of it, they must go along with it.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.” You say repeating the words he told you when he convinced you to let him fuck your ass. You had enjoyed it, you were far more adventurous in bed than him, and those few times he wanted to do something different were never disappointing. “You can even fuck her to your heart’s content in exchange for this one little measly gift, my love.”

He nods as if he ever had a chance to say no.

Maybe if you hadn’t opened your wicked mouth the two of you would be pretending erotic asphyxiation was new and exotic. But you had and now you feel your toes curl at just the sight of Tommy fucking Tatiana against the prie-dieu and his most sacred hole exposed to your devilry.

Nothing you’ve done before can ever match up to this, you think as you fuck your husband as he rails the woman no longer speaking English at the merciless pace you’ve set.

A religious experience in every sense of the word.

“We’re never doing this again.” Tommy vows in Romani as you leave the place wearing someone else’s dress and the mink coat Tatiana gave you in exchange for your diamond encrusted knives.

“And we won’t, I promise.” You say knowing you’ll receive a perfect replica of Tommy’s cock and a harness tailored to your measurements once the Duchess leaves for Austria with her cut of the money.

[justrainandcoffee]

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Emmett x OC (Holly)

Arthur Shelby x OC (Rat)

Tommy Shelby x OC (Eleanor)

Tommy Shelby x OC (Lily)

Jack Nelson x OC (Eva)

Alfie Solomons x Reader

Tommy Shelby x OC (Lucy)

May Carleton x Poc!Reader

Cillian Murphy x OC (Marianne)

Tommy Shelby x OC (Nina)

[call-sign-shark]

Heaven Lavey Shelby

Heaven Lavey Shelby - is the protagonist/reader of the Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes, but also my Peaky Blinders OC. All info and background can be found in the said series but if you can't/don't want to read it, here are some basic facts below.

She's 25 at the beginning of the series • Arthur's wife • Natural white hair • Blood witch (similar to the concept of Heartrenders) • French • Cold unhinged bitch

🌙 Playlist

🌙 Theme Song: Bang Bang Bang by Sohodolls

𝒮𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒮

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes

𝒪𝒩𝐸-𝒮𝐻𝒪𝒯𝒮

♢ From Blood We Will Grow

♢ To Bark and Bite

♢ Kaiser Meeting Cyril (requested)

♢ A Bone to Pick With It (requested)

♢ Perfect Lines

♢ Love Ritual

♢ A Slice of Us (Modern!Arthur Shelby x Heaven)

♢ The Woods Whisper 1 (cannibal!AU) || The Woods Whisper 2

♢ Savage Daughter

𝒜𝒮𝒦𝒮

♢ Heaven Shelby Headcanons

♢ What if Arthur didn't exist? Who would be her man?

♢ Height difference with Arthur

♢ What does she think of Arthur's boxing hobby?

♢ How much Heaven has changed from her 1st version?

♢ What bedtime story would she tell to John's kids?

♢ Has she seen the ocean?

♢ Do the Changrettas know about Heaven?

♢ Red talks: Heaven vs Linda

♢ Red talks: Heaven vs Linda 2

♢ May x Heaven AU

♢ The best quotes for your characters

♢ Overthinker or not?

♢ How would a love story Eva x Heaven be?

♢ Would Heaven falls for modern!Arthur from Loose Cannon?

♢ Virtuous Ray of Sunshine x Ex Bad Guy

♢ Takes on hearing Arthur speak Romani

♢ What's Heaven's fav memory of Arthur? And his?

♢ Cute Aggressions towards Arthur

♢ Caption This!

♢ Tommy Shelby x Heaven Poll

♢ John Shelby x Heaven Discussion

♢ Heaven’s past Affairs

♢ How did Amos and Heaven meet

♢ What would Heaven eat at a carnival?

♢ What did Amos and Heaven's relationship look like?

𝐼𝐿𝐿𝒰𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩𝒮 / 𝑀𝒪𝒪𝒟𝐵𝒪𝒜𝑅𝒟𝒮

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes 2nd moodboard

♢ " Not so much an Angel"Ch.6

♢ "You should be scared of me" Ch.12

♢ Trick or Treat

♢ Heaven in Your Eyes illustrations (by @zablife)

♢ Heaven x Arthur illustration (by @raincoffeeandfandoms)

♢ Heaven x Arthur moodboard (by @runnning-outof-time)

♢ Heaven Shelby moodboard (by @dearshelby )

♢ In Love with An Angel (by @there-goes-thefighter )

♢ Eleanor Shelby & Heaven Shelby (by @dearshelby )

♢ Chiaroscuro, Eva Smith x Heaven Shelby (by @evita-shelby )

♢ Fairy!Heaven Moodboard (by @raincoffeeandfandoms )

♢ Wonderland (by the @evita-shelby)

♢ Partner In Crimes (by @raincoffeeandfandoms)

♢ Party and Trouble (by @peakyswritings)

♢ Shakeaspeare's Play (Kaiser and friends by @evita-shelby)

♢ Bird of a Feather (Tommy x Heaven x Jack x Eva by @evita-shelby)

♢ Bayou Christmas (Mel and Heaven by @cljordan-imperium)

♢ Heaven In Your Eyes ( by @v3n1c3b1tch3 )

♢ Christmas Morning with Arthur and Heaven (by @peakyswritings)

♢ Heaven’s face Imagined (by @heavencanbeaprisontoo)

♢ 18th December with Heaven and Arthur

♢ Heaven As... (Aesthetic tag game)

𝑀𝐸𝒩𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩𝒮

This part is dedicated to the works of my wonderful mutuals, who mentioned/used the character of Heaven in their stories. No word is strong enough to tell you how grateful I am for your incredibly kind gifts/surprises/cameo. I am utterly lucky to have you by my side, know that I sincerely love you. Thank you again, darlings.

Trailer video:

♢ Pierced By Cupid (video by @brummiereader)

Featured in...:

♢ Killing Me Softly pt. 5 (Cameo by @brummiereader)

♢ Killing Me Softly pt.9

♢ Garden of Eden (Eva Shelby x Heaven Shelby by @evita-shelby)

♢ Garden of Eden pt.3

♢ Girls Night and Broken Glass (for @raincoffeeandfandoms birthday)

♢ Womenland (by @raincoffeeandfandoms about the Eva x Heaven AU)

♢ Garden and Pruning Shears (by @zablife)

♢ Stolen Angel, a John Shelby x Heaven blurb (by @zablife)

♢ Pasts and Future (by @dearshelby)

♢ Snow on The Beach (by @pacifymebby)

♢ Visiting The Bayou (by @cljordan-imperium)

♢ In The Graveyard With Lilith Rose Shelby ( cameo by @chaosinkest1996)

♢ Text Memes (by @rysko )

[peakyxshelby]

Twin surprise

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: Hey I love your writing. Can you do one were you catch Tommy cheating on you with Grace and you leave but you went to tell him that you were pregnant with twins and then a few years later you end up going back to Birmingham

You loved him, you did. But it wasn’t working there was no spark there, not anymore. You had been together since you were 15 and he was 17 since you were kids everyone knew you would be together. Polly never did stop going on about that time you two got married in the mud in the back street of your house when you were 5. ‘Meant to be’ everyone said. Maybe you were, but it wasn’t the same as it was when you were kids.

Tommy ran the whole of birmingham, his business came first in every aspect. This put a large strain on your relationship to the point you slept in the spare room most nights, you told Tommy it was because the mattress on your bed hurt your back. That excuse was invalid when he changed it out. Sometimes he didn’t bother coming home at night, you knew what he was doing but you pretended he didn’t. You loved him, he loved you but not in that way. You didn’t know life without Tommy and that scared you. He had shaped you to the women you were today. Neither of you was particularly happy, but it worked, it didn’t bother either of you.

It did work, for a while. That was until you came home one day and a women’s coat was dropped off the floor in your hall. You walked through to Tommy’s study to see his clothes scattered all over the floor as well as stockings and a pink dress. You fought back the lump in your throat calmly walking to the kitchen taking a seat up on the work top.

“Oh Mrs. Shelby, I didn’t realise you were home,” Mary says as she walks into the kitchen with a tray of plates. Avoiding any and all eye contact with you.

“Miss (Y/L/N) now, isn’t it,” You laughed coldly as you grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the counter. “How long has this been going on for then?” She stayed quiet continuing placing the plates in the cupboard.

“Mrs She… I mean (Y/L/N), I can’t disclose that.”

“So he’s even paying you extra not to tell me,” you scoffed again this time taking a bigger swig. “Will you pack me a bag Mary, everything in the spare room anyway. Call me a car to please.” She nodded politely and walked silently out the kitchen leaving you and your bottle alone.

You made your way to the car that had been brought round to you, deciding it would be best to drive yourself. You put your packed bag in the car and gave Mary a tight squeeze. You both nodded at each other knowing what you were doing, you quickly got in the car and drove away, out of sight from that damn house. You pulled up outside Polly’s taking deep breaths still trying to calm yourself down.

“(Y/N), What’s wrong?” she asked as you let yourself into the house.

“He has a woman in my bed.”

“You’re fuckin joking me, That fuckin boy!”

“It’s OK, can you just give him this?” you say interrupting her. She looked down at the letter in your hand then back at your face.

“What are you doing?”

“Leaving.” You say bluntly, you never bothered to lie to Polly there was no point. For the next hour or so she pleaded with you trying to get you to stay, she kept saying she was going to ring Tommy’s neck. In the end, though she reluctantly let you go. You were too much like her and she knew that, far too stubborn for your own good.

That was almost a year ago, you know lived in Liverpool with your distant Uncle. He was mad as a hatter but he was a good man, kept you fed and put a roof over your head you couldn’t complain. Tommy knew nothing about him so would never be able to trace you hear, you didn’t want to here the name shelby or the words peaky blinders ever again. The taste was still bitter in your mouth and the thought of Tommy with another woman made you feel physically sick. Your uncle even helped out with your babies. Tommy’s babies. The twins were born 5 months ago. Your girl, Eva, was a growing nightmare she screamed through the night and kept getting sick, which had you increasingly worried. You couldn’t afford doctors or medicines and your baby was always weak. Your boy, however, Oscar, was a dream he was a happy baby who kept quiet and barely ever cried. Your life had changed completely since you left Birmingham, it was difficult but you loved your children and you knew it was wrong keeping them from their father, but you didn’t want them caught up in that life. You didn’t think you’d ever step foot there again until you got a call from your Mother telling you your cousin Billy Kitchen had died. He was your cousin, but he was more like a brother to you. So you packed up a bag and headed back to small heath.

The day of the funeral you had left the twins with your childhood best friend as you and your family attended. You felt touched at the number of people who had shown up.

“He was a good man, I’m so sorry,” You recognised that voice all too well. You froze unable to turn around as your mum thanked the voice.

“Is that (Y/N),” you heard another voice say. John. You smiled slightly hoping he made his way over you were always closest with John and Ada out of everyone. “It bloody is as well!” He ran over to you squeezing you into a hug. “Where the bloody hell have you been?” yOu laughed with John telling him you had gone to Liverpool and catching him up slightly, you didn’t tell him about the twins. You couldn’t help but look past him and around at Tommy who had stopped in his tracks at the sight of you. You nodded at the man you once knew before breaking eye contact and turning back to John. “Have you seen Pol yet? She’ll be thrilled to see you.”

The next day yourself, the twins and your aunt made your way to polly’s for some lunch, a well-needed catch up as she says. As soon as you push the pram through the door Pol’s jaw hits the floor.

“(Y/N),” She starts, “are they… are they yours?” You nodded nervously as you placed Eva in her arms and picked up Oscar rocking him in yours. “She’s so tiny,” Pol whispered playing with Eva’s tiny fingers.

“She gets sick,” You say your voice tired, “A lot actually, I can’t afford her to get sick again this month.” you try to make light of a serious situation but it didn’t work.

“Wait can the father not help you out?” She asked panicked. “Who is the father?” She says head shooting up to look at you rocking Oscar in your arms, her facial expression changing completely. “Tommy…” She whispered looking into the eyes of Tommy’s twin Oscar.

“I won’t ask him for money will I.”

“You didn’t tell him? What the hell were you thinking? We’ll give you money stop being so fucking stubborn are you out of your mind!” Polly’s shouts came to a halt as the door slammed shut and you heard voices of your ex and his brothers.

“Fuck me who’s kiddies are these,” Arthur started when he saw Eva in Polly’s arms. “Well this is (Y/N)’s little double isn’t it.”

“Arthur,” John said slapping on his brother’s arm as he followed Johns gaze at Oscar. Everyone knew who the dad was now Oscar had given it away, everything about the baby screamed Tommy.

“(Y/N),” The cold voice you once loved said as he started to approach you, “Who’s the father?” The room fell silent as tommy stared down at his son, your eyes fell to the floor as everyone else’s fell on you.

“Yours..” You said your voice shaking and barely audible. Polly stood up walking towards the two of you passing Eva to Tommy with tears in her eyes.

“Maybe we should leave these two alone eh,” she said rounding up everyone in the room and pushing them out the door until it was only you, Tommy and the twins left.

“You didn’t tell me,” Tommy said quietly smiling at his new baby in his arms. “Where the fuck did you go? I have had men looking every where for you.”

“Liverpool,” you say softly.

“Listen I am sorry..”

“Don’t be,” you cut him off quickly. “You didn’t love me, handled it wrong, granted. But you didn’t love me.”

“Oh I loved you, you know that.”

“You just loved your business and her more.” He fell silent at that. “Mum kept me in the loop,” you say silently.

“Yeah well, it didn’t last long.”

“I’m sorry.”

“But why didn’t tell me? I don��t even know their names.”

“Eva,” you say nodding your head at your daughter in his arms. “And this is Oscar.” He smiled from ear to ear admiring his children, admiring you. “I couldn’t bare the thought of you, I couldn’t bare the idea  that my children would be stript from me, replaced by another mum.” YOu admitted placing Oscar down in the pram as Tommy followed your lead and gently put down Eva. “I didn’t want them to be a part of your world Tommy, you can’t love your business more than you love them.”

“I will always put them first,” he says as he makes his way over to you wrapping his arms around your shoulders pulling you into a hug. “Will you please stay here? With me?” You pull back slightly as your heart started to race doubt and fear overcoming you.

“You have one shot and I am begging you please not to blow it.”

“I won’t Mrs Shelby,” You shot him a hard stare. “What? We never did get divorced.”

[evita-shelby]

Lamb from the spring vibes for a oc of your choice

you know how you wanted a part 2 for Moon? well here it is thanks for the request Emily🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

cw: implied satanic ritual, witchcraft

tommy x eva/witch!reader

Little Lamb

Charlie Shelby comes into the world without a single hint as to how he came to be.

When Tommy awoke in your arms in the freezing winter weather, he knew he had to do right by you should that wild night he cannot remember came to bite him in the ass. You became Eva Shelby by February 1919, the lovely young woman who scares him enough to swear off other women.

A harmless little lamb looking at him with a brown eye and a blue one. Dark haired, freckled and perfect in every way.

“The devil’s spawn,” Polly said as she beheld the baby.

“He’s a baby, Pol, not the antichrist.” Tommy doesn’t believe in that, not anymore. What happened nine months ago was just the two of you getting drunk and high together. He knows you are a witch, a real one like his mother and Polly had been, but he also knows Charlie is just a baby, a normal human baby.

“Mark my words, Thomas Shelby, that boy may be your seed, but you did not make his soul. Your wife consorts with demons, this little lamb will be slaughtered for Him in one way or another.” His aunt whispers knowing you may come in at any moment.

He wouldn’t let you, if it were true. He’d make this child a good man and remove any claim the Devil has on him if Polly’s words were true.

“It’s true, you know.” You say as he watches you nurse the baby before bed. “I made a deal; I would offer my body and firstborn if it brought my powers back. I won’t kill him; I won’t let any harm come to him. I’m not like that.”

Tommy believes in you, in the time he has come to know you, he knows you would die before you let anyone hurt those you love.

Its why you had killed Grace that night Karl was born; it was why Campbell was coughing up blood and soon would die for daring to come after him. The Devil gave you power in exchange for the little lamb at your breast, but you had no intention of handing him over to him.

“Tell me what I must do.”

[evita-shelby]

Beware the Ides of March!

Grab your knives and togas and join me on this Tumblr Holiday where we celebrate the murder of Julius Caeser.

🥖send a prompt for a moodboard or a fic where the only requirements are: must have a murder, a knife, and/or a party

🍷 write a fic or a moodboard with the same requirements from the list above

🫒 let's play Caption This! Send a gif or picture of a character(ocs welcome!) And I'll supply the caption. You can also send the caption and i will find the gif or picture

🗡 the Gladiator Arena: send me a poll and the participants and let's see who wins the fight!

Won't be restricting myself to just peaky characters, every character I've written for be it a cillian murphy character, BBC's World on Fire and now, Masters of the Air

Masterlist

[evita-shelby]

The Ghost of New Year's Past

Or Polly decided to pop in and now its about Tommy & Diane(oc child) & ghost!Polly who has unfinished business.

Cw: Tommy’s canon depression and guilt over Polly’s death and baby's first contact with the dead(applies to both Tom and Diane)

Could be read as witch!Reader being Tommy’s wife or Eva since no name is mentioned.

He can’t bring himself to drink anymore.

He died that night on the field because in his heart he knew Polly had died because of him.

He sees her and hears her amongst his family as they celebrate the new year and Tommy leaves before it becomes too much.

Tommy has no idea where he is going when he passes by the children’s rooms and hears his eldest daughter, Diane, whispering to someone.

The children had been allowed to stay as late as they wanted but most had already been put to bed by now. In fact he’d personally tucked his little witch into her pink bed and kissed her goodnight hours ago.

“Can I tell daddy you’re here?” the little girl asks as her excitement has her talking just loud enough for him to hear her as he stops at her door.

Tommy cannot guess who would be here with Di, but none of them would be a good idea even if they were harmless little girls. Allie Solomons, Bianca Sabini, Janey Dogs, the little Gold girl who hates him for Aberama’s death, that friend of hers from school, the list goes on as Diane is ---unfortunately--- everyone’s friend.

“Di, sweetheart, I thought you said you were tired.” He comes in to find her sitting on her little table alone with biscuits and cake that she’d somehow gotten downstairs. He knew it was a bad idea to let her learn ballet, now the little witch moved as silently as she got up to mischief.

A trait she inherited from both him and his wife.

There is flash of light ivory satin on the bed in the corner of his eye, perhaps a dress or shawl Diane had taken out to play, but the room is otherwise empty.

“I was, but Aunt Polly came in and I asked her to stay.” The little girl with blue and brown eyes smiles widely and looks at the bed and he follows her line of sight. “She says she can’t have cake and biscuits because ghosts don’t need food like we do.”

“Hello, Thomas, did you miss me?” the ghost of his aunt sits there on the pink bed in the French dress his grandma stole, smoking a cigarette as if nothing had changed.

As if he hadn’t killed her and Barney and Aberama a year ago today.

“How?” he asks doing his best not to panic but feeling every hair on the back of neck rise in fear.

“Hmm, even with a witch for a wife you still do not believe we have magic in our blood.” Polly smiles and gestures him to sit on the bed.

“See I told you he wouldn’t believe it even if he saw me.” She turned to his daughter who tries to calm him with her small doll like hand in his.

“It’s okay, daddy, it’s just Aunt Polly.”

He can’t speak, his tongue feels heavy in his mouth and his head spins. Tommy has never fainted in his life and now he tries to hold into something as he feels light-headed.

“And your dear old mummy thought none of you inherited her gifts.” The ghost woman chuckled but refused to touch him.

“How?” he asks again as he shut his eyes and hears Diane leave him alone here with whatever Polly is now.

“Our magical blood allows me to visit those with our gifts and sweet little Di is the most magical of all.” His aunt, his second closest confidant explained. “and I cannot ascend as I have unfinished business, dear nephew of mine.”

“What do you need to pass on?” he asks thinking perhaps if he helps her pass over to the other side he will have peace.

“I need you to swear you won’t kill my son. Even if my Michael believes you killed me, I need you to show him mercy and kill the fucking people who did.”

But that includes me, Pol, he wants to say.

“That is the guilt speaking, Tom. You didn’t kill us, or me least of all. Swing just knows how to get under your skin.” She reads minds now, but Polly always knew him better than he knew himself. “So, Thomas Shelby, do I have your word?”

“Will you never come back if he says yes?” Diane asked with a quivering lip from the door, she’d not left as he thought she did.

“No, sweetheart, I can’t leave until the bad people are gone. And when I go to heaven I will come every All Soul's Day.” The ghost answered softly and the girl calmed down long enough to rejoin them on her bed.

“So, Thomas Shelby, do you promise to do as I asked?” she turned to him again, a bit sterner somewhat impatient as they hear Arthur and John coming up with John’s children.

“Yes, Pol, you have my word.”