Black Cat Nibbler, Lynx Point Siamese Squeaky-Doo, Orange And White Copper.

Black cat ♀️ Nibbler, Lynx point Siamese ♀️ Squeaky-Doo, Orange and white ♂️ Copper.

MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

PEAKY BLINDERS 

My Hollywood Darling- Tommy visits Ruby at her first ever movie premiere. 

All Too Well- Tommy’s daughter experiences her first heartbreak, in the person she least expected, Alfie Solomon’s. 

The Night Before PT 2- It’s the day of Tommy’s daughters wedding and its an adjustment for everyone.

The Western- After months of not speaking, Tommy’s daughter needs her father when she unknowingly falls into danger.

Under The Waves- When Tommy’s wife dies saving their child, their daughter is haunted by being the one who lived.

The Green Green Grass Of Home-  John, after surviving the attack from the mafia moves to the country with Esme and the children, leaving the Peaky Blinders behind.

The Littlest Of Things- When Tommy’s daughter returns from New York, she goes through changes of her own. 

The Bitterest Pill- Although now with Grace, Tommy can’t stop thinking about someone else.

Always Mine- After a one night stand, Tommy longs to have a relationship with the child he lost.

February 12th- The Shelby siblings grieve the death of their sister a year later.

The night we met- part 2 of February 12th

Mother of mine- A flashback to the Shelby’s mother, from her wedding to her death and time with her children.

The night before- It’s the night before Tommy’s daughters wedding and everyone is anxious.

Heart-Broken- The Shelby’s sister experiences her first heartbreak

Retributions- On Lizzie’s birthday, the night ends in tragedy for the youngest Shelby sister.

War- The youngest Shelby sister is enlisted to war.

Home Again- After going missing as a small child, the youngest Shelby comes home.

Little Things- Tommy’s daughter is moving away, and he looks back at his life with her.

Secrets (Part 1)- Ruby and Charlie Shelby have learnt to keep their secrets from everyone- especially their father.

Secrets (Part 2)- Continued

Secrets (Part 3)- Continued

Secrets (Part 4)- Finale

A Ghost Of A Man (Masterlist)

Summary: Reader finds a curious looking folder at an antique fair on the Peaky Blinders. After digging for more information she visits the abandoned offices of the gangs leader Thomas Shelby, only to be met with someone or something, quickly getting caught up in their world.

Warnings: Language, supernatural themes, time travel, violence, smut, angst, fluff

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten (completed series)

Masterlist

Summary:

In the midst of the mayhem of awards season in February-March 2024, Cillian is hurtling around the globe, struggling to remember where he is at any given moment or even what time zone he’s in. With nominee events, pre-recorded TV and radio interviews, photoshoots, as well as debuting his production company’s first film at Berlinale, he doesn’t know if he’s coming or going.

But just because you’re a famous movie star, riding high as the bookies’ favourite for awards season, doesn’t mean life is easy. With her husband here, there and everywhere, Mrs M struggles with the realities of solo-step-parenting and not spending enough time as a couple. But when his eldest son, Eoin, makes an unexpected request, the craziness of awards season is only compounded by challenges at home.

Context

Set in the universe of The Lockdown Sessions and TLS - Oppenheimer Edition but you don’t need to have read either of those for this to make sense. All you need to know is that Cillian is a father of two boys, divorced from their mother and remarried to Mrs M for the last eight years.

Mrs M also exists as an OC, so if you’d like to read her how I see her, you can meet her HERE

Written with nothing but love and respect for the real Murphy family ♥️

Warnings:

References to past infidelity (don’t like, don’t read) and complicated step-family dynamics. Bad language and a little bit of smut. All chapters contain their own warnings. Smut will be marked with 🔞 Minors, respectfully, DNI.

Story:

Chapters in titles in italics are still to be published. They vary in length and are intended to be fragments of moments and conversations across the month.

Week 1

Sunday 11 February

Tuesday 13 February

Wednesday 14 February

Thursday 15 February

Friday 16 February

Saturday 17 February - Morning

Saturday 17 February - Evening 🔞

Sunday 18 February 🔞

Week 2

Tuesday 20 February

Friday 23 February

Saturday 24 February

Week 3

Thursday 29 February

Credits

Dividers by the supremely talented @/saradika-graphics

I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted, shared on other platforms or used for AI training, without my consent.

Sinful Lust -Part 2

Part 1 Here

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader

Warnings- Sexual content, swearing, violence. 18+

Would love to hear your thoughts on this fic!

Tommy awoke abruptly the following day, having slept for barely two hours. His mind was haunted by images of you, laying motionless in bed. How had everything happened so quickly? He regretted his involvement in the night, driven by his desire and lust for you.

And how had he failed to see Joe was a psychopath?

They had been friends since their school days, even went to France together. Over the years, Joe had been with many women, never alone. Did he treat them all the same? Joe was not a man, not by any means. He had fled the house, leaving Tommy and his crew to deal with the aftermath. To move your body.

What were his men's thoughts? That Tommy was at fault? Surely not!

Now Joe was on the missing list, but Tommy had to find him. He needed to make him pay, he couldn't let him go on like this. Couldn't let it happen to someone else. Feeling a wave of nausea wash over him, he sat up in bed. Head bending forward over his knees. Breathing slowly in, slowly out. Resigned to the fact, he was now awake.

Surveying the street, Tommy rapped on the wooden door three times. "It's me," he declared, his voice devoid of emotion. The door swung open to reveal Polly, her expression one of clear disdain. He knew what she was thinking, but she would do what was asked anyway.

"We can't stay here forever, Mrs Bridges needs her own space," she sighed, sucking on her cigarette.

"Noted, Pol," he nodded, lighting his own cigarette.

"Get any sleep?" she questioned, hand resting on her nephews shoulder.

"Can sleep when I'm dead, Pol," he winked, strolling through the small house. Nodding a hello to the old lady sitting by the fire. Rolling his shoulders back, he slowly pushed open the bedroom door. Feeling his heart race, trying to keep his expression soft.

"Hey," he smiled, slowly approaching the bed, perching on the edge.

Blinking rapidly in reply, you turned your head to look at him. "Hi," you managed to speak, throat raw, voice hoarse.

Tommy had thought that was it, back at your house last night. He thought you were dead, but he hadn't given up. Joe had stated you were gone, and fled the house. No doubt off to find his next victim. Tommy had given you CPR, got you breathing again. Before scooping you up, and getting you medical attention.

Paying for a private Doctor, to come to an unknown house. Hiding you away, away from him. Until he got his revenge.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, resting his hand on top of yours.

You looked so small and fragile, laying in the double bed. Tommy wanted to lay beside you, wrap you in his arms, tell you he would look after you now. That he wanted to be with you. But he wasn't sure what you wanted.

"I'm ok," you lied, trying to sit up, still feeling very weak. "Thank you Tommy, for everything,"

"Fuck... Y/n," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Don't thank me, I should have never been involved. I didn't think fucking Joey was .... like that. If I had known...."

"You weren't the first, you won't be the last," you shrugged, swallowing deeply.

Terror sitting in the pit of your stomach, at the thought of going back to Joe. He was going to wonder where you had been. Would no doubt blame you for messing the night up.

"Y/n, you aren't going back to him, you can't, ey," Tommy warned, face serious, "He doesn't deserve you, I'm going to take him out, for good,"

Scoffing, you turned your head away to hide your tears. "He will never let that happen, he will find me, he always does,"

Shuffling further towards you, he tilted your face to look at him. Feeling anger rise again, at the hand prints on your neck.

"I am looking after you now, I..." Pausing, you searched his face, a hint of embarrassment showing on his cheeks. "I have always... lo…liked you, Y/n,"

"You have?" you whispered, feeling him squeeze your hand.

"Yeah, and I promise you now, I will never treat you like he did," he confirmed, "You are a beautiful, kind, soul, and I know a man like me...."

Holding your finger up, you placed it on his lips. "Don't, don't say that, you are a good man," you blinked away the tears, holding your throat. "I have always ….liked you too, I'm sure you could tell, and not just for sex,"

Closing the distance, he gently pressed his lips against yours. "We can fucking take him out together,"

It took three days for Tommy to track Joe down. He acted as if he was worried about him, pleading with him to meet. It was just to talk, to ensure he was alright, that he had moved on from what had happened. And Joe believed him, because after all, they were friends.

The canal had always been their meeting spot. As children, they spent hours there, skimming stones and counting the passing boats. Those days were now distant memories, overshadowed by the events that had unfolded since.

“Tommy,” a voice spoke up, as he was extinguishing his cigarette underneath his boot. Calming his nerves, Tommy turned to see Joe behind him. “Everything ok? Did you?”

"Deal with the mess?" Tommy inquired, completing his former friend's sentence. "Yes, I've cleaned up your mess, Joe, been at it for twenty years."

Joe’s eyes widened at Tommy’s statement. He thought he would have laughed it off, been on his side. “Look, that wasn't meant to happen. Fuck… she was fucking crazy, Tom. Liked me to fucking choke her, bit of rough play, you know?”

“There was a fucking corpse in your bed,” Tommy roared, stepping forward to shove Joe. Watching him land on the floor. “Bit more than rough play, ey?”

Joe actually had the decency to look away. “And I'm sorry! If could change things, I would. Just don't tell anyone Tom, please. I can’t go to prison,” he sniffed, emotions spilling over now. “You know what people will do to me!”

Tommy shook his head, unbelieving. How could this man be so selfish? He wasn't even going to accept the responsibility. Not even apologise.

“What about Y/n?” Tommy asked, hovering over him, trying to stick to the plan. But desperate to beat the life out of Joe. Just start hitting him and never stop. Make him feel pain.

“She’s fucking gone, Tommy. I'm grateful for you helping me out, I owe you,” Joe begged, trying to get Tommy back on side.

"It's not me you owe," Tommy grinned, looking behind him. Reaching out his hand.

Joe hurriedly rose from the floor, anticipating the arrival of the Blinders. They would teach him a lesson. Not believing in violence against women; their motto was 'No women, no kids.' As he stood up, his eyes widened in surprise, at the sight of the figure emerging behind Tommy.

"Y/n?" he gasped, watching you both entwine hands. "What the fuck? You're ok? Shit, I... I....."

"You what, Joe?" you spat, feeling nothing but hate for the man before you. "You're sorry? You took it too far? How many times have I heard that?"

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you regained your composure. You had to get this off your chest.

"How many beatings have I had to take from you? Times I've had to hide away? How many men have you got to join in with us?" you yelled, feeling Tommy tense beside you. "It ends now,"

Joe burst into genuine laughter, bending over and clutching his stomach. You had finally gone mad, who did you think you were? Speaking to him like that!

"That right?" he smirked, taking a step forward, delighting in the fact you shrunk back against Tommy. You were still scared of him. "You are nothing but a whore, that's how you should be treated. Like the whore you are,"

In a swift movement, Tommy landed an almighty punch against Joe's jaw. Making him once again land on the floor, rolling around in pain.

"Shut your mouth, Joe. It's over,"

"You can fucking have her, Tom. Dirty whore," he snarled, spitting on the floor near you.

Reaching into your coat pocket, you pulled out a small pistol. Unleashing the safety catch, aiming it at Joe. "It's over Joe, it ends with us,"

Shaking his head, he raised his eyebrows in jest. "You don't even know how to shoot, you stupid bitch, you..."

Bang.

Before he could finish his sentence, you pulled the trigger. Landing the perfect shot, right between his eyes. "Rot in hell, Joe," you whispered, voice quivering, as you fell into Tommy's arms.

Six months later

You smiled to yourself, as soft, warm kisses were pressed across your shoulder. Morning stubble, rubbing against your smooth skin. Moving your hair to the side, Tommy nuzzled his nose against your ear. Rolling his hips against yours from behind, as he made love to you. It had been a whirlwind six months, you were both deeply in love.

"I love you, Mrs Shelby," he whispered, nibbling your ear.

Just yesterday, you had both exchanged your wedding vows. Tommy had persistently asked you. for a month before you agreed. Hoping to heal from the trauma, of your past relationship. However, Tommy was nothing like Joe; he was gentle, affectionate, and attentive.

"I love you too, Mr Shelby," you smiled back at him over your shoulder.

Looking forward to starting your new life together.

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