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Lizzie, my darling💕

Finally did a sketch of her; I wanted to do it for soo long, yaay!

Also...

Say hi to Esme, peeking in the corner 😂

Lizzie Stark (Natasha O'Keeffe) Dark red dress.. Peaky Blinders (2013-2022).. Costume by Alison McCosh.

Behind the green door (Interactive fic) MASTERLIST

This is my second gift for you Lee and your celebration. @zablife

Summary: Poor Mrs. Shelby, she should never trust Polly. She shouldn't open the green door. But now it's too late. The horrors behind the doors await for her.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, kidnapping, guns and knives. Death, too. But none of the parts are graphic.

A/N: Why is this an interactive fic? Because I wrote this in a way you choose which door you want to open. At the end of every part you'll find a link to a new door. It's your choice. There're over 60 doors. There are almost 30 different endings. It's your choice which door you want to open. Be careful because in a lot of them you're going to lose. But you can play as any times as you want to discover the different doors and differents characters, too! It's a game, so enjoy. The goal is always try to find the green door back. Otherwise... GAME OVER.

I have only one requirement, do not follow the blog where I posted the links.

And please, tell me your thoughts or what you found in your adventure in Arrow House. I lost tons of braincells doing this.

Beginning.

I saw it in your face when he was speaking. You’re doing it because you think it’s the right thing to do. All this time, you just did things that feel nice… because you can afford it.

We love a (subtlely) supportive husband

Tommy’s little wink at Lizzie after she roasted Mosley

whoa this never even registered in my head...

Tatiana x Tommy v. Lizzie x Tommy

↳ For anon who requested a gifset of the S3 finale parallel between why Tommy thought Lizzie deserved money but Tatiana did not. 

Damn it, no matter how much I want to hate Tommy, he has very charming moments. Lizzie deserves so much more but I want them to be happy together and to be a happy family with Charles and Ruby. Is that so much to ask for!?

This was a really cute scene, and I will never stop gushing about it.

now type this

The amount of rage I felt during this scene is unmatched

"I saw it in your face..."

"...Don't scare me by saying you see things in my face. I still want things that feel nice."

Peaky Blinders | Black Shirt [6.02]

Natasha O’Keeffe and Cillian Murphy

made for display, part one. thomas shelby x reader

summary: a widely known performer seems to catch the attention of a gang leader who can't seem to get her out of his head

warning/s: swearing, drinking, really bad writing because i don't want to revise my old writing, smoking, harassment, and slight violence

slater’s note: this was originally a wattpad book of mine (just slightly edited) with an original character (kiera knightly as a faceclaim) but y’know, let me post it here 😁😁😐

you love the way people stare at you even when they have no reason to. their eyes could simply be wandering the room and then land on you for no reason and just stick there.

you loved it because it gave you some form of power that no one could seem to place. the attention they fed you reflected off of you and gave you a glowing effect, attracting more eyes. it was a mentality really; no one could be you, no one could beat you, there was no like you.

however, the attention came to be a bit much when it came to certain men, especially men like harvey lucas. a man who made constant passes at you and when rejected; he made other equally indecent men make passes at you.

there was a constant growing of discomfort that would just form in the pit of your stomach each time he came into your vision. you just couldn't avoid him no matter how hard you tried, he always found his way to you.

you made money by playing piano at the hudson; a large ballroom that was open every night, and had you play every saturday. you made good money but you also made good impressions on some of the men that would watch you, making it easy for harvey lucas to find someone to force on you.

you leaned against the copper bar rail with a glass of wine in hand as you observed the men and women that swung along to the music together.

a small smile of amusement formed on your face as you continued to watch until it was suddenly dropped when you saw the eager face of harvey from the corner of your eye; he was looking for someone.

he was looking for you.

you quickly adjusted yourself off the bar railing, setting down the glass half full of thick red wine before pushing yourself into the crowd of dancing people in hopes his eyes wouldn't catch you.

you looked around frantically, looking for someone to hide behind or to just to talk to so you could drown out harvey who was soon to find you. it was always better with the company of another person, it always made it hard for the man to push on his abrasive words.

your eyes land on a man who, conveniently, was looking right at you. you almost smirk but he slowly diverts his eyes to somewhere else with a blank expression, almost thinking you wouldn't notice him if he was subtle, but it was too late, he was already quick pray.

you glided across the slick polished wooden floors to the man who stood to the side with a glass of whiskey.

you smile when his eyes find their way back to you when you’re only five feet away. he seems unaffected, as if he expected you to come around eventually, like this was his plan the whole time, even as he had no idea who you were.

and you smiled to yourself knowing he was very well unaware that you had no intention in sleeping with him, but only to escape from the drooling men that chased after you.

"do you dance?"

maybe you liked him, chose him because he wasn't drooling all over you, and of course that's the way things go? you desire the ones who don't desire you.

he nods slowly and always hesitantly, taking a sip of the drink in his hand, not offering you any verbal response. but you take that as an opening to drag him onto the dance floor as he wasn't speaking; wasn't protesting.

eyes seemed to land on the two of you, including the ones of harvey who was after you. you smiles to yourself as you can see the disappointment clouding his features from the corner of your eye.

thank god.

thomas shelby reluctantly places his hand on your hip as well as lacing his fingers with yours. he purses his lips while studying your features as your eyes dart around the room, as if your anxiety was turned to a high and he found that strange.

"these people, mr. shelby, they take great interest in you," you mumble while studying other people and the way they look at you, no, the way they look at him.

"who are you?"

you finally look to him, finding his icy eyes that seem to stare into your soul. they make you lightly shiver, but you keep your composure, slightly smiling to hide the fear that started to creep into the back of your mind.

you were a fool to consider him as a dance partner so lightly.

his eyebrows were raised high, "how do you know who i am?"

"i don't."

he leaves your eyes, looking at the crowds of people who you were referring to, and he frowns at your incorrect observation.

"they're all staring at you."

thomas has never seen you a day of his life until now. it took him on edge on how well you seemed to know him for no reason, but it's as if he forgets how notorious him and his brothers are.

"they're staring at the both of you."

you closed your eyes tightly at the voice, leaving tommy all the more confused. he formed his lips in a tight line glancing at the man who stood uncomfortably close to the two of you who continued to dance to the music.

"fuck off, eh? harvey," you mumbled, your eyes wandering around the cream colored room.

"wouldn't you like that, huh, y/n?"

thomas looks between the two of you, loosening his grip on you and you notices right away, your head flipping to him. you give him a desperate look that he sees a lot from woman.

you didn't want him to leave you to another conversation with the man that continued to stand next to you in an awkward stance.

but thomas fully lets go of you, nodding to the man named "harvey".

you bite the inside of your cheek as you watch the man smooth down the front of his nice three-piece suit while walking away, back to his scotch.

"you look nice."

you scoff, marching back to the bar where your alcoholic drink also awaited.

maybe, you thought, maybe if i act like he's not here, he'll go away.

but he didn't. he continued to talk about the hotel room he had up in the hudson and how he was ready to go up at anytime.

"harvey, you really have no idea how much i'd like to strangle you right now," you mumbled, connecting the tip of your wine glass to your lips.

you glanced his way while you take in the thick liquid down your throat. he thinks while looking at his shoes before looking back up to you.

he comes in really close to where his lips are connected to your ear, "i'd prefer to be the one who strangles while fucking you senseless."

you could feel your blood boiling to the point you couldn't even think, so you smashed your wine glass over the top of his head.

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