Peaky Blinders Hands Appreciation

Peaky Blinders hands appreciation

February Prompts 🌹

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

love letter

birds

snowfall

dinner date

mirror

sky

chocolates

poem

rainbow

cards

dream

ring

mountains

kisses

cashmere

dance

roses

heart candies

gifts

cupcakes

diary

carousel

watercolor

love language

rainday

cabin

envelope

ribbons

admirer

HCs of Alfie with a younger wife? Like in her mid 20s 💕

Hello my darling!!! I’m sorry this took forever! But I am back!!! Please enjoy this little nugget. Also y’all HCs are so fun!!!! Maybe I should do more.

He wasn’t planning on marrying a younger woman. Let’s be honest he wasn’t planning on getting married PERIOD.

But then you blustered in…

You came in. Full of wisdom so far beyond your age. Full of confidence that came from the knowledge that you were the best you you could be. Full of light that he thought would flee from a man like him.

He immediately was drawn to you. Your soothing voice that brought down his rage, which so quickly could come full force against him when he got too brash and foolish, reminding him that there’s no need to destroy what was not yet broken.

Despite the incurable draw to you, he said he would stay away. Be respectful. Be a respectful old man.

You would have none of it. Because truthfully he wasn’t that old. He was just snippy and preferred his habits. He hadn’t been a young man ever since the war. Regardless what his birth certificate said.

In truth it didn’t take too much to get him to relent. He’s just a man in front of a beautifully infuriating woman. And after a screaming match ending with you laughing at his reddening ears and hoarse voice, he let himself finally say it, “Right then. Now only my woman gets to screech at me like you do. So I’ll see you tomorrow night? Take you to the pictures and maybe dinner?”

And soon enough he asked for your hand, rumors and shaking heads be damned. He needed you more than air, and for some reason you loved him just as much.

Alfie expected his life would change once you were moved into his home. Was only natural. But he didn’t expect to change THIS much.

Or that he would like it. That he would feel like a chasm he didn’t realize he had was finally sealed up and healed with the first morning he woke up to you next to him.

Younger yes. Unorganized you were not. And very quickly upon your arrival did you see the bachelor pad state and work your magic to rectify. To turn this dragon’s cave into an actual home. Curtains and windows finally opened to let in fresh air. Ledgers and letters were filed away. The garden in the back finally being tended to to indicate actual humans lived and loved on the premises.

Remember that Alfie has been a bachelor the majority of his life. Any pretty women which came into his life were quickly shoo’d away. So to say he was puzzled by your… womanly… tools?? Weapons??… was putting it lightly.

“My dove now what the fuck are these? They look like tiny dinner rolls.”

“They’re rollers Alfie! For my hair! Gives it the wave.”

“Right right hair wave rollers yes of course. Now what about these… powders and things?”

“My rouge and lipstick darling.”

He didn’t get it at all.

Though Alfie is partial to opera and the absolute classics, he adores the new music you bring home. His family in Boston adore you immensely and have taken to mailing you the newest records in America.

If you’re extra sweet, you can usually coax him to dance with you, spinning yourself around him in a tizzy. By the end of your evenings he’s drunk without even a single sip of rum.

He’s never been so happy. So care free. But there is this nagging feeling in his stomach. One that won’t go away. That maybe you’re not truly happy. That you’re secretly wishing to be back out with the young people. To go out dancing in pretty dresses instead of in the living room in your dressing gown. To be fawned over in illustrious restaurants instead of cooking dinner together most nights. Had he robbed you of your youth simply because he’s selfish?

He never tells you this. No being a man means keeping your feelings inside and not letting your woman see you less than perfectly confident. (His words not mine)

But you read him so easily. It’s easy when you love someone so completely. Especially if your lover gets the deepest scowl on his face when he’s troubled, staring deep into space.

When you finally coax him out of him, he merely grumbled like a shifting mountain, trying to brush it off.

But oh how he wished he told you sooner. You assure him that you never really enjoyed the clubs and high society outings. You much preferred to stay home with your friends and other loved ones. What could possibly be out there that could even come close to what you have in the house.

When you do manage to get out of the house, either to the cinema, walking Cyril, venturing out for dinner, or because you insisted that walking is good for him, he is fully aware of the stares.

Some are… disapproving. As much as they can be towards the King of Camden. But the ones he is most irritated by are the love sick stares of the young men who trail after you. Clearly covetous and stupid enough to be blind to the beast that walks close beside you.

He is shocked you don’t notice. When he brings it up to you, you merely laugh, “Why would I be noticing men staring? The only man I’m concerned with is you.”

That comment makes him smirk wickedly, grasping firmly to your waist as you laughed brightly, swatting his chest playfully when he growls in your ear.

For all your ferocity and fiery eyes, Alfie still dotes on you and frets over you. Little presents are common. He insists on you bundling at the slightest drop of temperature or precipitation. And begrudgingly “permits” you to attend to errands on your own (you and everyone else knows he would never forbid you unless it was truly dangerous. But he loves to rile you up and tease).

You’ll never want for anything being his bride. Nothing is off limits for you. Even if he does make a show of pulling out bank notes, groaning about how his bank account suffers. Even when he’s the one that insists on buying you new things.

He may be the older one, but you are some how so much more wiser and practical. Anchoring him to the present when the nightmares come. Secretly convening with his doctors to heal the deep aches and malaise. He insists you’re magic.

To some it’s unconventional. Your love doesn’t make sense. But to those who truly know, you’re a match made in heaven.

trust issues so bad i don't even trust the mute button on call

Hi K! Arthur's angel here! I was wondering if I could request "Why Right Now?" with Arthur?

Hi Shark! Thanks so much for sending some more Arthur in for me to write for this celebration! I’m excited to end it off with some stories for him! I’m sorry it took me so long to write though. I went prewar/wartime on this one, and it got a little angsty…but then I couldn’t resist adding a little fluff at the end. I hope you like it! Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

We’ll Get Through This

Prewar/Wartime!Arthur Shelby x Reader

Warnings: talks of war

Word Count: around 1k (I’m too lazy to find the count)

Summary: (Y/N) tries to wrap her head around her boyfriend’s decision to go fight in France.

Arthur inhaled a deep breath and held it, hoping that it would provide him with the gumption he needed to break the news to the concerned woman sitting across from him. It didn’t. But he had to break it anyway. “I’m going to fight in France.”

“You’re…you’re what?” she asked a question in response, checking to make sure she’d heard him correctly…although she was 99.9% sure she had.

“Me brothers and I. We’re going to fight,” he repeated himself, unable to hold her gaze. He didn’t want to see her reaction to the news. He knew it would break him.

“Why right now?” (Y/N) blurted before she could think of what she was saying. “I mean…it’s still early on. Have you been drafted?”

“No,” Arthur shook his head.

“Has Tommy?”

“No.”

“John?”

“No.”

“So then why right now? Why have you chosen to go fight?” her confusion had slipped into her words as she tried to wrap her head around his decision.

“We’re ready to fight for our country, (Y/N),” he gave his justification, holding his head up in a show of pride.

“Are you ready to die for it?” she asked, quick to remind him of the gruesome reality of war. That’s all she could think of at the moment.

“I’m not going to die, love,” he told her.

“You can’t promise that,” she insisted, biting on her bottom lip to stop it from quivering.

“Then I’ll do my damnedest to make sure of it,” he assured her, “I’m not gonna let anything keep me from you, (Y/N).”

“Oh Arthur,” she sighed, dropping her gaze to the floor as she let the tears that had welled up in her eyes slip.

“Hey…” he paused, gently reaching out and slipping his fingers under her chin so that he could lift her eyes to meet his once more. “We’ll get through this,” he told her, his voice just above a whisper.

“I hope we will. Because I can’t lose you, Arthur,” she tried her best to get the words out while holding back her sobs. She hated that she couldn’t get all of the worst case scenarios out of her mind.

“I’ll come home to you,” he said, a certainty present in his eyes that filled (Y/N)’s heart. His words helped her start to accept that this would be their new reality, and she tried so hard to get herself into the same mindset that he had.

“I love you,” she couldn’t hold those three words back anymore, saying them for the first time in their relationship. She didn’t wait for him to respond, or even watch for his reaction to her admission. Instead she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his frame, holding onto him as tight as she could.

Arthur quickly returned the embrace, his heart beating at a mile a minute. She just told me she loves me, he kept repeating to himself, feeling like a giddy school boy. He held her against him for as long as she needed him to, only loosening his hold when he felt her move. “I love you, (Y/N),” he repeated the phrase once she’d pulled back to look at him again.

Hearing him say those three words back made her heart flutter. A smile broke onto her face and despite the situation, she now felt happy. Happy that his deeper feelings for her were requited. Happy that she’d found someone whom she loved; someone who loved her back.

She wrapped her arms around him again, hugging him even tighter now than before.

“We’re going to get through this…right?” she asked him after a couple moments had passed. She pulled back again, her eyes finding his.

“We will,” he assured her. “We’ll get through this.”

Neither of the two really knew what lied ahead of them. They were stepping into a world of unknowns that surely would test them, but they both were thankful that they’d be stepping into that world together.

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