I Watched Pink Panther 2 For The Plot

I watched Pink Panther 2 for the plot

Daddy!Tommy is literally one of my favourite subgenres of Peaky Blinders fanfics to read. He's always so sweet and loving and my whole heart just explodes. In short, I need to marry him immediately. 

Ahh, Cia!! Thank you for this lovely little gif!!! This scene between Tommy and Charlie was sweet (even with the underlying sadness of the circumstances they were placed in) - I figured why not do what I do best and spin it into some fluff?? There’s no warnings on this - it’s just a little conversation that popped into my head after I was watching the gif for a bit. Enjoy! 🥰

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“Why are you feeding him that, Thomas?” (Y/N) asks after standing straight just in time to see her husband hand her son a sprig of leaves.

“It’s nothing that’ll hurt him, love,” Tommy answered, brushing off his wife’s concern.

“You’re going to spoil his dinner with it. The food’s almost finished,” she pointed out, motioning to the pot that was hanging over the fire.

“It’s only a few mint leaves,” he stated, glancing back at Charlie just in time to see him put yet another leave into his mouth, “he’s not going to get full on it alone.” He couldn’t deny that the young boy was really enjoying eating the mint leaves.

“If he’s like his father, he will,” she couldn’t help but say, a smirk forming on her face even though she tried hard to hold it back.

Tommy said nothing in response, only letting the slightest grin form on his face as he put another leaf into his mouth. There was no way he could argue her point…what (Y/N) said most certainly wasn’t wrong.

This is so cute!!!!

Hi! Can you write a Morpheus x child reader (like father daughter) where the reader is a dream that he was working on when he was captured and never finished and she was brought to life as a baby and grows up in the dreaming as it’s collapsing with Lucian as their care-taker/parent figure/teacher and everyone is just like wtf because dreams arnt supposed to age and are created as adults that already know everything they need to know but the reader doesn’t and needs to be taught manually.when dreams comes back he’s presented with a pre-teen reader and after his personal wtf moment he acknowledges the reader as a unique dream and takes them under his wing and basically becomes their dad and presents them to his siblings as his child and everyone is just like *niece acquired* even Lucifer has a soft spot for them and makes sure they know that their disdain for Morpheus doesn’t extend to them.sorry it so long lol I had this idea for a while but I can’t write so I hand it off to you.

Birthday Girl

Dream of the Endless & Dream!Reader

Summary: Hooray! It's your 6th Birthday! It's a costume party where all your classmates are invited, and, boy, are their parents are sure freaked out about your aunts and uncles.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: THIS IS A WHOLESOME FIC READER IS DREAM'S CHILD MISS ME WITH THAT BULLSHIT, Fem!reader, Endless Family Chaos™, Lucifer my beloved, Papa Bear!Dream, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: NGL this req kinda stumped me. it's a pretty tall order but i think i thought of something good enough to make what you wanted nonnie! ... or at least i hope so, since you wanted a pre-teen and I gave you a barely out of diapers kid lol ALSO you referred to the librarian as Lucien (well lucian), so it leads me to believe you had The Sandman Comics in mind but I have not read a page from the comics, and so i'm just going to fashion this to the show, ok? i did try to add more of the endless siblings though Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

"Papa," she mutters as she hangs on Dream's raised arm. "Yes, my heart?" he mutters, swinging the dangling child absentmindedly as he read his book while standing in the middle of the library. "Where do babies come from?" Dream turns to the wide eyes looking up at him. "Lucienne told me it's when an egg and a sperm meet, so does that mean you're a chicken?" "No." "Am I a chicken?" "You are a dream. My dream." "But you're Dream, papa." "Yes, I am."

"Oh wow," one of the parents who took the liberty to dress up as a really bad Dracula noted, "this is a gnarly getup. The wings look so real-"

Lucifer grabs the man's hand before he could touch her wing, "do not touch me."

The words were so simple, so plainly stated, and yet the man could not help but shiver. He plays it off with a chuckle as he withdraws his hand, "wow. Uh. Don't tell me. Are you supposed to be a fallen angel or something?"

"The fallen angel," Lucifer corrects.

"Oh," he nods his head, "so like..." he chuckles, "Satan."

"Yes," Lucifer grins softly, "precisely."

There was something so eerie about the smile of her face that the man could not bare to be around her any further. A shiver runs down his spine. Morningstar's grin widens as he walks away and when she hears a squeal.

"AUNTIE LUCI!" you run up to the fearsome being, giggles melting her very being into nothing but fluff.

"My dear dream!" Lucifer bends down to catch you in her arms as you jump to embrace her form.

"I've missed you so much!" you exclaim against her neck, little arms wrapping around her. Your voice is soft when you mutter, "I wanted to go to you but papa says hell is no place for a dream like me."

"Well," Lucifer pulls away, "perhaps I could steal you away from your-"

"Watch yourself, Lightbringer," Dream's voice echos in the WcDonalts, making the lights in the fast food chain flicker, and all the present parents survey the room in concern.

"Papa!" you turn to Dream and move in Lucifer's arms to go to him.

Dream raises his hands to get you, but Lucifer does not allow it. She greedily keeps you in her arms, "I was only telling my niece that I would bring her to my realm if her father holds her back."

"That was not the term you used," Dream narrows his eyes.

"And she is not your niece," Death speaks, earning your attention, "not really."

"AUNTIE!" you squeal, more eager to leave Lucifer's arms than ever. She has no choice but to drop you as you run up to your Aunt Death and seal her legs in a tight hug.

Death chuckles, crouching down, stroking your cheeks with the gentlest of touches, "hello, my love. How have you been?"

"I've been doing maths... it's horrible."

Death chuckles as she finally realizes, "are you dressed as the grim reaper?"

Death turns to her little brother, who shakes his head and raises her hands, "I expressed the impudence of it all, but she adamantly insisted."

"Didi told me about how cool the grim reaper is!" you bounced on your feet.

"Oh," Death releasing a breath, understanding, "did they now?" She bends down to meet you face to face, "do you know that the true grim reaper is actually your Auntie Death?"

Your face contorts, "you?"

She nods.

"But you're not cool, Auntie," you innocently say as you push her hair back.

Lucifer snots, suddenly glad to have not left for some WcBorgers just yet.

As Death's jaw hangs low, Dream could not say share a word of comfort, for suddenly, a group of children begin to cry. These were the group of children that were not accompanied by their parents and Dream had sworn to keep an eye on. Yet they were now being terrorized by Didi themselves.

Dream is appalled by the shreiking, and acts quickly to put a stop to it, giving Death a knowing look.

"How about a burger, child," Lucifer calls, making you squeal and run to her.

On his way, Dream grabs Delirium, who was talking to her reflection on the window. It takes a moment for her to speak, "oh! HeLlo bRothEr!"

"I need you to make the children stop crying."

"Well, h0w do i Do tHat?"

Dream and Delirium are upon them.

"Dream, Delirium," Didi smiles, "come for your cry babies?"

"De$ire!" Delirium says, "i d1d noT reaLize you W3re here."

Dream peers down at the crying children and turns to his sister, "how about some bubbles?"

"BuBBles?" Delirium says, manifesting bubbles around her in an instant.

Dream grabs Desire. The latter shoots a look, "what? It's a party, is it not? It's supposed to be fun."

Delirium herself is distracted by the bubbles as the kids crying begins to falter.

"You are to stay away from the children," Dream mutters darkly, making his sibling roll their eyes and pull away from him, "oh, you killjoy. I'm surprised you even let your daughter have a birthday party as WcDonalts. Don't you despise indulging her desires for fast food?"

"It is her day; she is queen."

Desire's lips curve up.

Dream is alerted by another cry ripping in the air. He turns around and finds that Delirium had stolen an ice cream cone from the child.

"She has made you soft, brother," Desire notes.

Dream has no time for either of his siblings as suddenly there is a loud crashing sound followed by an excited squeal.

The parents are immediately clamoring, grabbing the children.

"Destruction!" Death calls, running over to the gaping hole at the wall of WcDonalts right in front of you.

"Auntie!" you mutter, struggling to hold up the enormous teddy bear in barely in your clutch, "Uncle Desie gave me a gift!"

"My, my," Desire crosses their arms, "it seems not even the prodigal is immune to your daughter's charms."

Dream's dark stare at Desire sequentially darkens the room.

Desire raises their hands in surrender as one parent scream something about leaving, which makes Dream drop his guard and turn to the mother who drags a child dressed as a tomato away, "I would not dare to hurt my beloved niece."

"I've had enough of you, Desire," Dream chides, snapping back to them, "I do not want you-"

"PAPA! LOOK!" you grunt, dragging the huge teddy bear over to your father with much difficulty, "UNCLE DESIE GAVE IT TO ME."

Desire is the one who responds, "an exquisite addition to your collection, my dear."

Dream blocks Desire's view of you, "where is Lucienne? You should ask her to hold on to your gift for-"

"NO!" you quip hugging the bear tightly, "it's mine."

"I did not say it was not. I was only saying-"

"My 💖 NiEcE 💖!" Dilirium calls, swooping you up in her arms, "wheN did yOu g3t here!"

You giggle as she swirls you around.

Another child cries from the other side of the room, making Dream release a deep sigh.

"You best attend to the crying broccoli, brother," Desire points, pulling a disgusted face, "I say, what is with their shabby vegetable costumes?"

Please! If you haven't already, go and listen to this music. It's cured me of my writer's block, it's beautiful, and it's like stepping through a time machine!!

Tagging a few of my mutuals and friends here! @zablife @izabesworld @cillmequick @look-at-the-soul @runnning-outof-time

I can't!!!! I needed this little bit of fluff today, so thank you. 🤗🤗🤗 And yes, I would also be happy to fold his clothes and comfort him as well. ♥️♥️

Hi! I'm new to the Peaky fandom and am in need of some Tommy fics because he's my favourite character! If your requests are open, (if not, there's no rush!) may I pretty please have a drabble or imagine -- whatever is easier -- with this gif?

*A little spice is okay, just nothing explicit. Also, my pronouns are she/her, but a gender neutral story is totally okay, too! :)

Thank you in advance!

Hello Jessyca! 🥰 Thank you so much for sending this gif!! I decided to make it part of Adele challenge using one of my favorite songs! (Lyrics in italics) 🔥🥰 edit and welcome to the fandom!! 🥰 I forgot to reply this sorry! I hope so far you’ve found incredible stories and lovely mutuals around (I’m always reblogging stories I really enjoy reading 💖)

🔥🔥🔥although the gif is extra hot, you’ll find nothing but fluffiness in this little story…

Women like me

By the corner of your eye, you found Mr. Shelby trying to catch his breath. Resting on his back against the pillows, he was looking at the ceiling completely lost in his own thoughts, his thumb rubbing absently between his brows.

You're driving me away, give me a reason to stay

I want to be lost in you, but not in this way

Don't think you quite understand who you have on your hands

How can you not see just how good for you I am?

In silence you started the same routine you knew by heart now; get up, get dressed and sneak out of his bedroom in silence, head down.

Ah, yes you were almost forgetting about his generous payment in between.

I know that you've been hurt before, that's why you feel so insecure

I begged you to let me in, 'cause I only want to be the cure

You could still feel his seed dripping down your legs, but tried to pick up your clothes scattered on the floor as gracefully as you could to get dress in the corner.

You’d been serving him for several months now, rumor has it Lizzie Stark wasn’t his mistress anymore because she got pregnant, so that was your job now; being Thomas Shelby’s whore.

Complacency is the worst trait to have, are you crazy?

You ain't never had, ain't never had a woman like me

But tonight there was something different, out of place. Mr. Shelby was still in the same position, his chest was now moving at a more normal pace. Looking at the floor, you felt embarrassed to ask for the money so you decided to pretend to fix your hair to see if he got the hint.

But he didn’t.

So after he longest seconds of your life, you decided to walk out without anything, feeling disappointed because you really needed to money to support your family. Perhaps he’d pay you double the next time, you thought to yourself but as you reached the door, his voice stopped you.

All you do is complain about decisions you make

“Y/N…” Your mouth hang open, surprised to hear him say your name.

“Is there a chance for you to stay all night?”

“I-I don’t know Mr. Shelby.” You stammered nervously, the instructions were clear; let him do whatever he wants, pick up your stuff and leave.

“You can call me Tommy… is there somewhere you need to go?”

Your eyes found his briefly, but you instantly dragged them down. “No, it’s just I’m not supposed to stay for the night.” You answered in a low voice.

“Why not?”

Feeling more embarrassed than ever, you didn’t want to point out the obvious, but as his intense blue eyes stared at you, you didn’t have another choice.

“Sir-Tommy,” you corrected yourself, “I’m just a whore.”

We come from the same place, but you will never give it up

It's where they make you feel powerful

That's why you think I make you feel small

But that's your projection, it's not my rejection

You knew that’s what you were, anyone could tell without even knowing you. But calling yourself that, hit you differently.

“Come here,” he extended his hand at you, and you didn’t have any other choice but take it and climb into bed again. “How long have you been coming here?”

“Six months.”

I put my heart on the line for the very first time

Because you asked me to, and now you've gone and changed your mind

But loving you was a breakthrough

You saw his head moving up and down slowly, but he was still oddly quiet.

He was still trying to organize the thoughts inside his mind as he saw you absently picking on your stockings. How could he put into words the way he felt about you?

“Y/N over the last couple of months, you’ve been the only one willing to spend some time with me, when everyone else finds an excuse to walk out the door, you’ve been the constant of my days, or nights for the matter.”

I saw what my heart can really do

Now some other man will get the love I have for you

'Cause you don't care, oh-oh-oh

Was he going to ask you to stop coming every night? You couldn’t speak, terrified of saying something that would piss him off. You had fallen for him secretly, blame it to the intimacy, the frequent late night calls, the way please took over him, but you did and deep down you knew it was all wrong.

“You’re not like the others, you don’t take and leave. You fill my glass with whiskey before you go or you pick up my clothes and fold them… you’ve listened to all my shit without judging me.”

Confused, you gave him a long look. “Tommy, what are you try-”

“I’ve feelings for you, Y/N.”

“That can’t be true, I’m a whore… men like you don’t fall in love with women like me.”

Consistency is the gift to give for free, and it is key

To ever keep, to ever keep a woman like me

“Women like you?” He was suddenly kneeling in bed in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks. “Who says that?”

“Everybody knows that.”

This was just a fantasy, a dream. You were worthless, the worst of the worst.

“Just so you to know, I’m not so different than you… we just sell different parts of ourselves, Y/N.”

His eyes fixed on you, his intense gaze penetrating every layer, tearing down every single wall. And as he realized your guard was coming down, he pulled you in for a kiss, breaking the only rule you set when you first walked into his bedroom; no kissing.

That first kiss felt totally different to anything you’ve experienced until now, because men usually take what they want and leave right away, but Tommy took his time to explore your lips, the way they molded to his, tentatively, switching his pace and tilting his head from time to time as if he didn’t want to leave a single spot unattended.

He broke apart allowing you to take a deep breath, your head was spinning.

“Beneath, there’s a good woman, I just know it.” His knuckles carefully caressed your chin. You wanted to believe him, but you had been used in the past you no longer knew who you were.

He saw the hesitation in your eyes, so he took your hand and placed it over his heart. “Y/N I’m not going to hurt you, I genuinely fell for you, for he woman you are, for the little things I know about you… for the way you allowed me to be myself when the door is closed.”

He had been fighting it for so long, but with you he was allowed to strip down not only from his clothes, but from the heartless cold bastard he had to be in front of everyone else.

“Will you give me the chance?”

Looking down you fought against the lump that formed in your throat. “But how will you deal with my past and all the burden I’ve?”

“I’m not going to erase it, just like you can’t delete mine,” his fingers sunk in your disheveled curls, “but we can look forward and take it from there, together.”

As a single tear slid through your cheek, his thumb came to wipe it away, right before he crashed his lips once more and you believed him with all your heart because deep down you knew he was right.

A woman like you wasn’t so different than a man like him.

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Master list

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a while now, guess it was time to post it, and I apologize because although I absolutely adore the concept I have been feeling a bit down and I’m not sure I was able to portray what I intended to…

Like always I’m so grateful if you decide to share your thoughts x

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This is fluffy in more ways than one. 

Sleep Easy

Death x Reader

"Mi amor, are you alright?” His worried eyes glowed red in the dark, and after waking up from that nightmare, they were the last thing you wanted to see.

A/N: Thank you for the love on the first 'x reader' I wrote! Here's some Death comforting a gn!reader who had a nightmare because I refuse to sleep. Also it's a tiny bit sad, but mostly soft. I think for this form of writing, I'm going to roll with this sort of short 'slice of life' style content. I gave it some thought, and I decided to have my askbox open for requests. I'm still trying to figure out how to write Muerte, but if anyone is interested, my askbox is open. Request guidelines will in my pinned post.

When you woke up in the middle of night, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your eyes shot open and the world around you was dark. The outlines of the objects in the room were barely taking shape. You felt a pressure around you, but you were freezing cold. All you could hear was your rapid heartbeat and your breathing. And you felt so out of breath. Air came in short and quick breaths, but your chest felt tight at the same time.

Firm paws surrounded you and drew you in close, soft fur surrounding you.

“Mi amor, are you alright?”

Oh. This is real. This is real, you thought as you tried to calm your rapidly beating heart. You fell asleep in Death’s arms that night, that’s right. And he was always cold, so that’s why you felt so cold. His body was wrapped around you protectively, shielding you away from the rest of the world. But there was tenderness in the surety of the way he held you. The wolf pulled you in closer, and you realized you were shaking. You took a small peek up.

His worried eyes glowed red in the dark, and after waking up from that nightmare, they were the last thing you wanted to see. You peeled away from his arms and turned your back towards him. You could feel him falter as you pulled the blankets closer to yourself. “I’m fine.”

“Pardon me, for prying,” Death murmured quietly, caressing your hair with a finger, “But I’m pretty sure you’re lying to yourself right now.”

“I’m lying to you,” you huffed. “There’s a difference.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Love, look at me.” You remained where you were, trying to get some semblance of warmth in your still-shaking body. “Look at me.” Your head was pounding. “Look at me.” With these last words, he pulled you around towards him.

His eyes were intense and by their light, bright in the total darkness of the room, you could see his forehead creased in worry. Wordlessly, he drew you back in, rubbing your back with one hand while pressing you closer with the other.

“Breathe. In.” You deeply inhaled as his chest rose. “And out.” You breathed out with him. You could hear him lick his lips as your breathing slowed, and at last, you sighed deeply.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You were afraid.” He pulled you away, and you looked up at his eyes again. There was…guilt in them now. “Were you afraid of me?”

You buried your face back into his fur. You couldn’t look at him and say what you felt. “Maybe,” you said quietly into his chest. The cold was nice. It cleared your head a bit.

“Lo siento,” he said into the dark, shifting his head so it was on top of yours. “I know I can be a bit…scary.”

“No, no, it’s not like that,” you explained, trying to peel yourself away again. This time, you were unsuccessful; his arms wouldn’t budge. “I…I had a bad dream.”

“I don’t know what it’s like to dream,” Death whispered, “But I hate the idea of something like that frightening you so much. The idea that there are monsters I can’t protect you from.” 

With this having been said, he was the one who pulled away from you. The weight of the bed shifted, and all of a sudden, he was gone. You pulled the blankets closer to you as you sat up and tried to readjust your eyes to the dark and find him. Footsteps. Soft rustling. There. There were his beautiful red eyes, less scary than the first time you saw them. He was there, on your side of the bed. He put something over your head. It was warm. You felt the fabric between your fingers and exhaled softly. “Your poncho.”

The wolf hummed and whistled a slow and soft tune as he crept back into bed. Your mind slowly began to rest until he finished his song. You turned over to face each other. His eyes were soft. He caressed your cheek. “No monster will get you in this.”

“There are no monsters,” you corrected, “there are no monsters when you’re here.” Death drew you back into the dark, and you fell asleep in his arms again.