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Congrats on 350 followers, Madelyn @jomarch-wannabe ! I hope you like this little, fluffy story that I thought up almost immediately after reading the prompt I picked - it’s italicized in the story! I couldn’t help but add little touches of Jane Eyre into the moodboard as well. I hope I didn’t go too sappy on this one - Enjoy! 💕
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Thinkin’ ‘Bout Forever
Tommy Shelby x Reader
Warnings: none…just a bunch of sappiness and maybe a bit of Tommy being ooc
Summary: (Y/N) asks Tommy a question that’s been burning in her brain for the longest time. She gets a rather surprising response.
“Do you think we’ll be in love forever?”
“What?” Tommy asked upon hearing (Y/N) speak out of nowhere. She spoke so suddenly that he wasn’t able to properly catch what she was saying. He turned away from the mirror, where he was adjusting the cufflinks of his shirt, and fixed his gaze on (Y/N), who was standing by the windows of their shared bedroom.
“You and I…do you think we’ll be in love forever?” she repeated herself, looking over at him once she was finished speaking.
Tommy let out a breath of a laugh, looking away from her the second she met his gaze. He glanced down at the floor, setting his hands on his hips as he cleared his throat. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to answer that, love,” he told her, looking in her direction again.
“A simple yes or no would suffice,” she answered nonchalantly, tipping her chin up slightly as a smile played on her lips.
Tommy looked away again, licking his lips as he ran a hand down the back of his head. He then refound her gaze, holding it for a few moments before he began walking in her direction without a word. A glint of surprise shined in (Y/N)’s eyes as she watched him move, wondering what he’d do next.
He reached out and took hold of her waist, making her giggle as he pulled her in closer to his frame. She glanced down and grabbed onto the sides of the unbuttoned waistcoat he was wearing, wondering how he’d react if she went about buttoning it up. She didn’t have much time to wonder though, because in seconds, he reached up and gently took hold of her chin, tipping it upwards so that their eyes could meet again.
“Since when’ve you been thinkin’ ‘bout forever, eh?” he asked her, his one eyebrow rasied.
(Y/N) pursed her lips together as she tried her best not to let her feelings show through her features. Inside she was heating up quickly, unable to keep her cool under his close, intense gaze. There was something present in his eyes, something unreadable, but not entirely foreign. No, she’d seen it before…he always seemed to have that look when his eyes were fixed on her.
“Hmm?” he asked her when she didn’t respond.
“I just…I think about it sometimes,” she answered this time around, hoping that she didn’t sound like some kid who was sheepishly admitting that they’d did something wrong. Because this wasn’t something she’d done wrong.
“Yeah?” his single word response came out like a question. He’d always answer this way when he caught on to the fact that she wasn’t sharing all of her thoughts…like she wasn’t now.
“Yeah,” she responded, nodding as best should could with her chin trapped between his fingers, “don’t you ever think about forever?” she turned the question back on him, eyes shining again.
“Love, forever’s a long time…” he told her, watching to see how she’d react to the first part of his sentence. Her expression didn’t show anything, but he could feel her posture slump slightly in his hold. He searched her eyes for a moment before continuing, “but I can’t say that I haven’t thought about spending it with you.”
“Tommy,” she couldn’t help but breathe out when she heard the second half of his statement. He was usually a man of few words when it came to sappy or romantic situations, choosing instead to let his actions do the talking. But now that she’d heard him say this she was sure that she’d feel the desire to coax these sort of declarations out of him daily.
“You asked the question,” he reminded her, his thumb brushing against her chin, “I was just answerin’ it for you.”
“Yeah, but you weren’t supposed to make me want to go weak at the knees with your answer,” she defended herself, glancing down at his waistcoat as she fiddled with the buttons of it.
“What were you expecting?” he decided to ask, dropping his hand back to where his other sat on the swell of her hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into the fabric of her dress as he awaited her response.
“I…I don’t know, but I can’t quite say that I was expecting that,” she sheepishly answered, definitely sounding like a child who’d done something wrong…although she still hadn’t done something wrong.
“Were you expecting some half-assed response? Eh?” he questioned, the slight pressure he placed on her hips making her look up at him again, “were you expecting me to dodge the question entirely?”
“Honestly…?” she trailed off with a question, her eyebrow raised as she held the pause for a few moments, trying to push back the grin that was threatening to surface as she noticed his look of anticipation. “Yes, I was expecting that,” she then told him, her smile breaking through as she saw the look of surprise that formed on his face.
“Well, love,” he started, trying to hold his composure as he let out a breath of a laugh, “I’ll say that it’s hard not to think of forever when I’ve got someone like you.” He expected her to laugh at his sappy statement. He expected her to want to break away and go and tell every and anybody that she could that Tommy Shelby’s cold front had been cracked, but she didn’t.
“I know what you mean,” she said instead, a soft smile forming on her face.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, “and that’s because I’ve got you.”
Tommy chuckled softly before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. She gasped against his lips, surprised by the sudden kiss, but she didn’t dare pull away. Letting go of the now properly fastened waistcoat, she brought her hands up to his cheeks, holding him close as the kiss deepened.
“I don’t know why you buttoned that,” he mumbled against her lips, referring to the waistcoat she’d finally abandoned.
“I know how to unbutton it just as well,” she told him, kissing him through a grin as his hold on her tightened. She couldn’t help but lean back against the window’s ledge, allowing him to slot his leg between hers as she propped herself up slightly.
“Forever, eh?” he asked, pulling back just enough to match his eyes to hers. He saw them brighten, and that alone was enough to bring a smile to his features.
“Forever,” she agreed, tugging on his jaw so that their lips could meet again.
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Blessed domesticity | T.S
Summary: Tommy has way too many hard days, but luckily he can always return home to sweet baked goods and warm cups of tea.
A/N: I'd like to gift @thomashelbyswhore this little drabble because since this post crossed my timeline I can't stop thinking of lil domestic tommy and his sweet tooth, you gave me inspiration and I simply had to write about it! I hope you like it <3
The first thing Tommy saw when he got to his home's door was a cat lazily lying in front of it. The feline barely moved to his approach and he fought the urge of throwing the animal out of the way.
Not that he had something against cats, he knew they only surrounded the house because his wife fed them and she surely would be upset if he shooed them away. However, today had been a tough day and Tommy wasn't exactly in the mood to walk over something to enter his own home.
Still, with a frustrated sigh, he allowed the cat to rest on his front door. Entering the living room, he removed his cap and overcoat, the scowl in his face slightly softened as he breathed in the delicious smell of a cake in the oven.
But besides the aroma, he heard classical music coming from the kitchen and quickly followed after, the loud volume mixed with the shouts from the betting shop gave him a headache.
Tommy made his presence known by lifting the disco stick and quitting the melody. Turning to him, his wife muttered a greeting and continued to decorate the cake on the balcony.
He kissed the back of her head before trying to take some of the cake's topping, but she quickly (and gently) hit his hand with a wooden spoon.
"This is for Katie's birthday," she kissed his cheek, "yours is in the oven,"
"Hm," he acknowledged.
She peeked at him through the side of her eye while he took a glass and a whiskey bottle, "If you wait until I'm done I'll make you some tea,"
Clumsily, Tommy switched in between returning the bottle to the shelf or pouring some into the glass and in the end, he decided to wait until she finished.
Sitting at the kitchen's table, he lit up a cigarette, blowing the smoke in the air with a tense brown.
He stared at the knot of her apron, perfectly sat at the curve of her lower back, he wanted to untie it, lift her skirt and have her right there. He would later, after he had a slice of cake and calmed down a bit.
"Do you wanna tell me what's troubling you?" she asked.
"Just-" he huffed, "the usual, fucking business,"
"The guns? Ada? Kimber?"
"Yeah, all of that,"
Dropping the spoon on the sink, she walked near him, cupped his jaw and gently caressed his cheek, "Things will fall back on the tracks eventually, love, don't stress too much about it,"
Tommy could argue he had many reasons to worry or that just not stressing wasn't so simple. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her stomach.
"Y/n," he called.
"Hm?"
"How long will it take until my cake is ready?"
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1.5K CELEBRATION
Requested by: anonymous
Warnings: drinking, mentions of violence
Based on “Him and I” by Halsey and G-Eazy
HIM AND I
Taking a drag from his cigar, John intently stared at his girlfriend from afar. She was standing by the bar, carelessly swirling the wine in her glass as she tolerated a man’s poor attempt at flirting. She seemed bored, and a little bit annoyed, but at some point she turned towards the man, a fake smile plastered on her face.
He couldn’t deny that the mere thought of another man getting close to her was enough to make his blood boil, but he knew better than to cause a scene. She could handle herself, she had proved it on many occasions, and he wouldn’t intervene unless it was necessary.
And he trusted her. It was him and her, after all. It had always been him and her, ever since they were kids, running barefoot around Small Heath with cap-guns in their pockets. She was there with him when he had no money and no place in the world, and she had stayed while he was making a name for himself. Now he had made it, and he knew that it wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t been there by his side.
They had that crazy kind of love, the one that makes people go to any extent in order to shield the one that they love. They would kill for one another, without a second thought.
They were each other’s ride or die, they would always be. She would always be there to get him out of trouble - or to get in trouble with him - and to patch him up when he got into a fight. She would always be there to talk some sense into him when he lost control, and to have his back. She would ride with him until the very end.
He was going to marry that woman. He was going to put a ring on her finger, so that everyone would know that she was his, and he was hers. He was going to love her and protect her to the end of his days.
Even if it meant to beat up some persistent guy, from time to time. She’d be angry, at first, but he knew it wouldn’t take long for her to forgive him. But just as John was about to approach them, he caught a glimpse of mischief in (Y/n)’s eyes. She walked up to him, and before he could say anything, she took his face in her hands and places her lips on his. Despite the initial surprise, he promptly wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand resting on her lower back as he deepened the kiss. The taste of red wine on her tongue, along with the scent of her perfume, was dizzying, and he could already savour the moment when he would’ve taken her home.
John moved away to glance at the man at the bar, who was now uncomfortably sipping his glass of whiskey, looking anywhere but in their direction.
She was his, and he was hers.
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Girl Dinner
For the lovely @raincoffeeandfandoms 3K celebration. When I began thinking about food, my mind went to Tommy and how he never eats 😂 so here we have his fave recipe for a good meal, whisky and cigarettes! This joke has prob been done many times before, but not by me so here's my moodboard for Tommy's "girl dinner."
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John Shelby x Reader
A/N: I was supposed to finally finish chapter 5 of New Endings (I promise it’s almost there) but it didn’t really work out the way I wanted and I'm stuck on such a little part so instead I wrote this. Don’t expect too much because it’s just something I suddenly came up with and idk what it is. I missed writing and making moodboards so much so I really wanted to make and (FINALLY) post something again!
Warnings: none (bad plot maybe)
Word count: 1454
A crowd had filled the room, people were happily chatting away or creating new connections with many of the important figures that were invited.
She had lost John to one of those conversations and even though she felt sorry for him, she finally got the chance to get herself a new drink. Both of them dreaded the event that Tommy had organized but how much they wanted to decline the invitation, they couldn’t. Or well, weren’t allowed to. He was John’s brother after all and according to Tommy it would be good for business.
The location was fancy and only the best of the best was good enough. It showed how much had changed in these years, climbing the ladder of social positions and rising above anyone whoever doubted them.
She liked the new kind of freedom she and John had gained but if it was for them there was no need for all the extravaganza and forced gatherings, something his older brother thought different of.
While she sipped on her newly gotten glass of champagne, she let her eyes scan over the crowd. The expensive dresses and tailor made suits were everywhere and she had to remind herself that, even though it almost made her laugh, she and John belonged there too now. She was wearing a beautiful sparkly dress that might’ve been a bit too overpriced and John’s suit was far from being cheap as well. This is our life now, five words that left his mouth so easily that he had to rethink them once he heard them himself.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Ada joined her, her gloved hand holding a glass of champagne. “I guess.” She looked at the woman next to her. “You guess?” A small smirk appeared on her lips, knowing the actual answer already. “I don’t.” She confessed as she chuckled softly. “I can tell.” Ada chuckled as she pointed out the obvious and sipped on her drink.
“Everyone is just forcing themselves to be nice it seems.” She looked at the crowd again, hoping to find a sign of John. “John was nice enough to let you get out of it.” Her sister in law noticed. “Or I might’ve just seen a chance to get out it and took it.” She giggled, while she was not being able to find her husband.
Ada shook her head, chuckling. “Knowing him, he won’t appreciate it.” (Y/N) looked at her, shrugging. “And knowing him, you know very well that he’d do the same to me.”
“He definitely would.” Ada admitted as they both chuckled. “Speaking of the devil.” She nodded her head towards John, who was coming their way. “Where did you go?” He wondered as he joined both women, gently resting his hand on (Y/N)'s back. “Seemed you had a very interesting conversation so I decided to occupy myself with something else.”
“Occupy yourself with getting drunk, perhaps?” He looked at her, a grin tugging on his lips. “I’m not drunk but I do wish I was.” She sighed jokingly. “Me too.” He confessed while he got a stern look from Ada. “Oh c’mon Ada, you can’t tell me you enjoy this, do you?”
“You know how important this is f-“ She was interrupted by a sigh, a low gravely voice followed after. “Ada, Tommy wants you to meet someone.” Arthur announced. “Behave, please.” She warned John before making her way to Tommy, Arthur following her.
“I’ve been behaving myself whole fuckin’ night. I’m not some fuckin’ menace now, am I?” He muttered as he finished his drink. “Well…” (Y/N) started as he looked at her. “Oh shut up.” He smirked, squeezing her waist before kissing her cheek. “Maybe we should wander around a bit, hm? Discover this overly fancy place. It’s big enough to find some privacy.”
She looked up at him, smiling. “I’d love to but I think we can’t sneak away so easily.” He raised his eyebrows at her words. “And why do you think that?” His hand cupped her cheek. “Your brother likes to keep control at all times and it seems like he really wants you here.” She explained, knowing how strict he could be. John shook his head. “Just play along, darling.” His thumb stroked her cheek before he put his hand on her forehead.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes scanned his face, confused by what he was doing. “Seems like you’re pretty warm, aren’t you?” A small smile tugged on her lips, understanding where this was going. “I’m not feeling that well, no.”
“I think it’s better if you get some fresh air.” He took her champagne, put his fingers in the glass and splattered the liquid on her face. “John!” She gasped in shock. “I mean you’re sweating. Must be a fever.” He smirked as he put both of their glasses away and took her hand. “Come on.”
She followed him as he made his way to his brothers and sister, the feeling of excitement creeping up on her. “Uhm... Tom, sorry for interrupting but we’re leaving." While Tommy paused his conversation, Ada turned and gave both of them an annoyed look." "And why's that?" The older brother wondered. "(Y/N) is not feeling well.” (Y/N) nodded as she looked at him. “Yes, I’m so sorry. I really need some rest.” She held onto John’s arm while he gently stroked her hand.
Tommy nodded slowly as he looked at her before turning his attention to John. “Will you come back?” He asked John. “I don’t know. Depends on how she’s feeling. I can’t just leave her alone.” He squeezed her hand, which made her try out her best fake cough. “Of course you can’t.” Ada answered sarcastically. “Well, take care (Y/N) and come back whenever you can.” Tommy answered shortly before turning back to his conversation.
John’s arm wrapped around her waist as he escorted her out of the room. “Well aren’t you an amazing actress? I mean the fake cough and everything.” He whispered in her ear as he closed the heavy door behind them with a big grin on his face. “You aren’t too bad yourself.” She chuckled while he dabbed her face dry with his sleeve. “I was very believable, hm?” He smirked. “Very.” She agreed as she grinned at him. He took her hand and he led her up the big stairs. “Where are we going?” She wondered curiously. “I don’t know yet.”
While they wandered trough the halls, John tried to open various doors until he found one that was unlocked. He ushered her inside and closed it behind her. She walked up to the big window that had a view over the gardens, they were gently touched by the moonlight. “Look at this.” She breathed out as she looked at the perfectly designed gardens with hundreds of beautiful flowers. John walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “It’s very pretty.” Her hands rested on his arms as silence fell over them, enjoying the fact they were finally alone.
“Can you promise me something?” She spoke up after she let many thoughts run trough her mind. “Of course, love.” He said as he waited for her to continue. “Never change.” Her fingertips ran over his arm. “I wouldn’t dare.” He smiled while he kissed the side of her head. “I understand that this is our life now but I just hope it won’t affect us in a negative way.” She confessed, unsure about the new situations they found theirselves in time after time.
“It hasn’t so far, has it? Or do you mean with a negative way that we don’t own a house like this just yet?” He joked, earning a chuckle from her. “I still prefer our house over places like this.” She told him as she thought about their house on the countryside. “Me too.” John admitted. “But, I have to admit that seeing you wearing dresses like this is something I can get used to.” He smirked as he pressed a kiss in her neck. “Then I must admit that this suit is doing something to me as well.” She giggled as she felt his lips in her neck again.
“Hm…” He let go of her and turned her around so she was facing him. He gently put his hand on her forehead. “I think I found the cause of your temperature rising.” He smirked. “It’s me.”
She laughed. “Of course it’s you. You always have that effect on me.” She grinned while she felt his arms around her body. Hers found their way around his neck with ease. “Maybe I can cure your fever.” He smirked as he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers.
idk what this kind of cringey end is but I hope you guys enjoyed it nonetheless 🤭
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Odette
The white swan, a symbol of faithfulness,purity and transformation
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Thomas Shelby Moodboard
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We are written by the stars
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The Secretary's Diary
Tommy picked up the notebook opened face down to the floor, but he wasn't prepared for the pages littered with erotic stories that would make even a man like him blush or for the fact that he was the protagonist alongside his stern secretary Y/N.
A/N: Today is the brazilian's equivalent of Valentine's Day and i didn't want the date to went by in a blank 😁 Hope you enjoy this little scenario 😉
#it's probably too steamy for a date that's about showing affection#but i don't really care at the moment 🤭#peaky blinders#modern! peaky blinders#peaky blinders moodboard#tommy shelby#tommy shelby moodboard#modern! tommy shelby#modern tommy shelby#tommy shelby x reader#tommy shelby x y/n
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Happy Birthday/Congrats on 850 followers Daisy @peakyltd !! — to say I got inspired by the prompt list you shared is an understatement haha … I chose to use two different prompts, which I’ve italicized in the story. I also decided to go with John as an ode to the first moodboard/blurb that you shared with us. Enjoy! 💕
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Blood On the Carpet
John Shelby x Reader
Warnings: language, blood, injuries
Summary: (Y/N) gets a rather pleasant surprise on the morning of her birthday, one that she can’t quite say she’s surprised by…or maybe she is.
A knocking on the door of her home roused (Y/N) from the comfortable position she was sitting in on the couch. It was still rather early; too early for anyone to come knocking. Unless…
“Happy birthday, love.”
“John Shelby, what’s happened to you? You’re bleeding,” she disregarded her boyfriend’s festive greeting, her eyes on his nose, which was bleeding and already bruised.
“Well I was on my way here to come and see you, but then…”
“You know what…I don’t even want to know what happened,” she cut him off before he could explain his injuries further, “just come inside.”
She stepped aside as she finished speaking, allowing him to walk inside. We waited for her as she shut the door behind them, standing in the middle of her entryway like he had not a clue of what to do next.
“You really don’t want to hear what happened? I promise it’s nothing too bad,” he tried again to get her to listen to the story behind his injuries.
“No, John, I feel like I’ve heard them all at this point,” she waved him off again, “besides, your too bad and my too bad are two different too bads,” she added, spinning around to face him after she locked the door.
“But it’s actually nothing bad this time,” he persisted.
(Y/N) found it quite odd that he really wanted to tell her the story, but she just couldn’t budge from her stance. Like she’d said, she’d heard, and been through, one too many at this point, and honestly felt like she could go into the hospital and work as a nurse from all of the bandaging up she’d done in the three years that she’s known John and the Shelby brothers.
“Maybe some other time,” she decided to slightly concede, hoping that it’ll get him past his desire for story time. “Right now I need to get you bandaged up,” she then said, giving him a once over only to find that his hands were scraped up and bleeding as well.
“But I promise it’ll have you laughing,” he wasn’t giving it up so easily.
“You’re bleeding on my carpet, John,” she insisted, a bit more strictness seeping into her tone as she noticed the splotches of blood that were now covering her ornate, green carpet…one that she loved dearly.
“Shit…sorry, love,” he apologized sheepishly, finally dropping the persistence he previously held so that he could follow her into the kitchen area. He sat down on one of the dining chairs and waited for her to grab everything she needed to clean up his wounds.
(Y/N) got right to work with cleaning up his nose and making sure that the scrapes on it were only superficial. The same could be said about those on his hands, but she bandaged them just to make sure. “That should do it,” she announced, setting the remainder of the gause down on the table before she looked up at him. She had to bite her bottom lip to stop from smiling as she saw the soft grin that was present on his face.
“Always takin’ care of me, darlin’,” he mumbled, his eyes feeling heavy as he looked at her with adoration. It was still early in the morning after all, and he was about ready to go back to sleep.
“Who else would if not me?” she jokingly questioned then, allowing the smile to break onto her face as she heard him laugh.
“Was I the first person to tell you happy birthday?” he asked her after a few moments passed, his eyebrows raising in intrigue.
“You were,” she answered with a nod of her head, “I don’t think anyone else was itching to come wish me a happy birthday at…” she pause, checking the clock on the far wall, “six in the morning.”
“I was itchin’ to from the moment I woke up,” John told her, glancing down at his bandaged up hands then. “I even fell on the pavement while walkin’ over…nothin’ could’ve stopped me,” he worked in the story of how he got his injuries.
“You fell?” (Y/N) gasped, her eyes widening at his admission.
“Yeah,” he let out a breath of a chuckle, “right onto the bloody curb…got me pretty fuckin’ good if you ask me,” he added, shaking his head as heat creeped up his neck. He couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed as he told her the truth behind the brusies.
“Well if you ask me…I still think you look pretty handsome,” she told him, a smile full on her face.
“Pretty handsome?” he questioned her word choice in an incredulous manner, his ego now brusied along with his body.
“You know what I mean, John,” she rolled her eyes, laughing at his exaggerated expression. “You know…you’ve been here for a while now and you’ve yet to give me a birthday kiss,” she switched topics then, her eyebrows raising slightly as she hoped he caught onto what she was saying.
“I was slightly preoccupied before, dear,” he pointed out, chuckling at her suggestion.
“Well you’re not preoccupied now…” she trailed off, watching him intently.
“C’mere then,” he grinned at her, his words making her lean in closer to him. Her quickness made him grin as he happily closed the rest of the distance to match his lips to hers. A sweet kiss was shared before he pulled away just enough to whisper: “happy birthday, love.”
“Thank you, John,” she mumbled back, leaning in for another kiss before pulling away completely. They were both grinning like fools as they sat properly in their chairs once more. (Y/N) took that time to give him a once over. She couldn’t help but laugh as a thought came to mind.
“What?” John asked, wanting to know the reason behind it.
“I said that I’ve heard it all before when it came to your injury stories…now I’ve really heard it all,” she told him, making him roll his eyes this time before laughter left both of their lips.
What a memorable way to start off a birthday.
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Psst! Tommy is touchstarved a cuddle bug! Pass the word
#he looks so cozy in these pics i couldn't help it#the perfect pillow 👌🏻#tommy shelby x reader#peaky blinders moodboard
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Rose and Alfie celebrating Hanukkah
Inspired by @raincoffeeandfandoms ’ Alfie x Rose universe
Santa’s here!🎅🏻 I made some Christmas-themed moodboard for my mutuals (and you have no idea how hard it’s been to wait until Christmas morning to post them). I hope you like them!
Merry Christmas, Flor🎄 I wanted to give you a gift as well, but of course I had to find another way to include Alfie and Rose, so I made it Hanukkah. I know it has passed already, but I couldn’t not include one of my favourite couples, so I guess we’ll take a little step back in time! Also I wanted to tell you I’m so so happy you’re part of this community, and I’m so grateful to have you as a friend🤍
#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinder imagine#peaky blinders fics#alfie solomons imagine#peaky blinders moodboard
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Meeting Arthur in the Wine Cellar
Requested by @call-sign-shark for my 2K celebration, An Evening at Arrow House. Warning: This is a dark fic 💀
As Mrs. Shelby goes in search of a few more bottles of wine for the table, she stumbles into the darkened cellar, a single candle her only guidance through the maze of dusty passageways. She hums to comfort herself as she selects the vintage Tommy requested, the clinking of the bottles covering the footsteps pacing in even, measured steps behind her.
As she gathers her courage for the journey back, she is met with the chilling sight of her new brother-in-law, wielding a bloody axe. Frozen with fear, the bottles slip from her numb fingertips, shattering at her feet. The maroon liquid spills over the shards of glass, rushing toward Arthur's feet as she feels the room begin to spin.
"Arthur, what are you doing?" she chokes out, as a harsh chill wracks her body.
Arthur stands in pensive silence, eyes roving her body as though he intends to devour her as a hungry predator after easy prey.
Chest rising and falling rapidly, she attempts to regulate her thrumming pulse with another query, appealing to his better nature. "Did you come to help me?" she asks, pressing herself against the shelves to create space between them.
"You should know by now, I'm Tom's right hand," he says, low voice rumbling toward her like a low roll of thunder.
"Of course. He's told me you're a good brother....a good man," she agrees with a shaky bob of her head.
"Mmmm," Arthur hums, throat full of gravel, as he looks down at the handle of the axe, rubbing his thumb along the wood carefully as he speaks. "There is good in my heart..." Then his eyes flick up to hers and her breath catches in her throat as he turns harsh and mechanical once more, "But these hands belong to the devil."
Read Part 2 here
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Moodboard
Tommy x Spring
I’ve been thinking about making moodboards for a while now but I didn’t really know where to start. Today I decided to just go for it and I’m pretty happy with the results.
Please let me know what you all think of it, I’d love to hear all of your opinions! 💓
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My heart's gone bad,
now it won't beat for you
You had your laugh,
now I won't play the fool
You strike the match,
burn me out so fast
Look what we had,
now it's turned to ash
- Joke's on You by Charlotte Lawrence
For the talented and adorable Lee (@zablife) and her heartbreaking one-shot Sharing an Umbrella with Luca. Your words have been haunting my mind since then, and I could not help but create a moodboard for your story. At first, I wanted to change the color and use black and white, but since your concept was to corrupt a cute prompt with such a dark!AU, I decided to go for a more ambiguous creation. I hope you'll like it! 💚
Also this is a little something to thank you for being a part of the Heaven in Your Eyes ride. I can’t find word to express how grateful I am for your comments, support and friendship. 🥺
#luca changretta#luca changretta moodboard#luca changretta x reader#changretta#peaky blinders#Peaky blinders imagine#Peaky blinders x reader#Peaky blinders moodboard
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Peaky Blinder
Part of my hunger games au
@justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings @emotionalcadaver
I know i had a whole thing for Tommy but i ended up changing my mind rereading mockingjay and learning castor and pollux(the one who was an avox) were lower class Capitol citizens
No one truly knows where the Shelby family hailed from before the Dark Days forced them all to live in the squalor of the Capitol's crime alley.
They had been Covey, part of that colorful birdlike tribe that traveled all over Panem like their ancestors, the Romani, had done before the end of the world.
Their father had turned to crime as his father before him, and Tommy Shelby and his three brothers were forced to do the same to survive.
The Peaky Blinders rose to new heights under his leadership, and the Shelbys had become rich enough to live in country mansions and penthouses while escaping justice and their rivals, the Black Hand.
Tommy is not content with this; he works with the rebels and the government alike as he buys his way into polite society. Grace may be his wife, but even she doesn’t know he is aiming not for just Luca’s crown. He is aiming for Snow’s as well.
Too bad his rise will take all he holds dear.
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