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Peaky Blinder Masterlist
They were supposed to be Enemies
My Dearest, Oh My Dearest Child
Suffering Together
Perfectly Imperfect
It´s too late, isn´t it?
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Oh, Mary
Coming soon...
Coming soon...
Coming soon...
Hello there
Just wanted to tell you, I am back bitchesss!🥰
Had some pretty bad relapse but I am back with more content now!
Been a few month lol😅
ALREADY GONE
Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader
REQUEST: anon.
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘;— Tommy Shelby never meant to love her. But shit happens.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒;— angst, cursing, age gap
𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒;— T [teen]
Ahh I loved it so much darling! It was so beautifully heartbreaking! I am a sucker for pain! Thanks for writing! 😭😩🥰❤
Suffering Together
Thomas Shelby x Reader
Summary: (Y/N) has caught a cold after having had too much fun in the snow and our favourite gangster boss takes care of her, only to get sick himself: Just a bit of fluff
Warnings: none! Besides that English isn´t my native language and this has neither been proofread nor does my feverish brain take any responsibility towards any content of this, I hope you enjoy it anyways 😊
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
A cough could be heard followed by a miserable groan.
(Y/N) felt as if all of her life was knocked out of her lungs, as she silently suffered in her bed, wrapping herself in all the blankets she had been able to find. She might have got a bit too engaged in the snowball fitt two days ago, but little Charlie had been so happy making it impossible for her to regret it.
Shuddering because of the coldness slowly spreading over her body, she sighed with relief when suddenly the door squeaked, opening as it revealed her husbands Thomas Shelby's perfect face. All illuminated by the lights of the hallway, he looked almost angelic, after all, he was her saviour!
Carrying a cup of tea in his hand, he looked like every caring, loving husband would look like, not like the mad man everyone made him out to be, normally she would tease him for it, even though secretly loving the look of domestic, caring, fluffy Tommy, but today surely wasn´t her day.
Silently putting the cup down on her nightstand, Tommy's cold fingers touched her forehead, slightly wincing at his cold fingers brushed up against her hot skin, (Y/N) dug herself deeper into the covers.
“Tommy…”
“Still as miserable I see.”
Too sick to respond to his unfunny trying to be funny cunt-Tommy antics, (Y/N) just looked at him, trying to sit up. Not having it, Tommy swiftly grabbed her gently and seat her up, giving her a pillow to rest her head onto, before finally giving her hot tea to her, that she had asked him for, a few minutes ago.
“Thank you.” She weakly smiled, taking a careful sip, enjoying the hot liquid, as it ran down her throat.
Tommy sat down beside her feet, silently watching her downing her favourite tea, before taking the empty cup from her, putting it back on the nightstand.
“Better now?” He carefully asked, getting a bit closer to her, before actually laying right beside her.
“Still a bit cold..” She mumbled, as she suddenly felt his arms wrapping around her, pulling her into his warm chest.
“Tommy…You shouldn´t be so close to me.”
“Why? Am I not allowed to cuddle my sich wife when she needs me?”
“That…That´s not it.”
“Oh, what is it then? Don´t tell me you´re not enjoying it. You always tell me I´m a good fucking heater!”
Sighing she actually pressed a bit further into him, clearly enjoying the warmth he provided her with, not to mention the fact that he was the one initiating the cuddling and close contact..oh if only his brothers would know! They would tease him into next year!
“Tommy…I don´t want you to catch something as well… bad enough that I am knocked out like this. But you have important business to attend to.”
Shifting her head a bit, (Y/N)´s gaze met his, and while her skin was a prominent more greyish undertone and her eyes looked dry and very tired, Tommy could still sense all her love for him radiating out of her beautiful orbs. He was still amazed at how someone like her, someone so kind and awfully sweet and considerate had actually fallen in love with him, going so far as to breath out the love for him with every fibre in their body.
Maybe she had truly changed him, at first not being able to believe in the human in him, in his feelings, in love, especially not after Grace…he had finally found meaning behind his life other than living ruthlessly, unhappy and constantly craving for more. Never getting satisfied, desperate to find the thing that would stop his endless search for a purpose like a mad man searching for water in the desert.
And with her he had finally felt like he had been successful, she was his purpose.
So it came to no surprise that he would not only die for her but try to keep on living! Just for her.
Everyone had noticed how the once carless Gangster of Birmingham had slowly but surely become more settled…maybe even more keen on not risking his life so often, not that he was any less fearsome or dangerous, just a bit more calm and collected. At least to his closest friends and family.
Much to Polly's delight, actually.
His only response to (Y/N)´s worries however was to simply pull her even closer, nuzzling his nose into her neck, trying to breathe in her love for him.
“Tommy I meant it…I love that you´re so caring..but please think about it. Who would make sure the maids are actually doing what they are paid for …you know how they are!” only half-joking, she tried to get away from him, not wanting him to catch something from her. Even though she loved being able to take care of him from now and then, she wouldn´t want to deal with Tommy denying he was sick only to end up in a bad situation, getting even worse.
Still cuddled up with her, Tommy decided to actually answer her, after having taken his sweet time!
“Oh, (Y/N) darling you know what? I´d rather spend all of me life puking, having a fever and coughing, than having to not be able to cuddle up to you!”
At this, (Y/N) was too stunned to deny him. Had he really just said that!? Tommy Gangsterboss of the fucking world had just said that!?
Taking a moment, she finally knew why.
“You already have, haven´t you?” Was all she managed to get out, once the shock had fallen off. Not waiting for an answer, (Y/N) reached out her hand, pressing it to his forehead, sighing with a bit of annoyance at the heat radiating from it.
She had been right.
“You little bastard.”
Was all she muttered while slightly having to smile, turning around to kiss his feverishly red cheeks, pressing her face into his chest, already too tired to keep her eyes open for much longer. That was the Thommy Shelby she knew.
“I really mean it though (Y/N)...”
Tommy grunted, not knowing if she still heard before he too was embraced by sleep warm arms, pulling him into the blackness of deep dreamless rest.
@datewithgianni
Hey, are you takin requests recently!?
Yeah, I guess so. 😂😊
I am sick at the moment, but simultaneously still writing a cute/fluffy one shot...so you might give it a try babes 🤭
If not otherwise stated, requests remain open 😘❤
“Young & Beautiful” – Tommy Shelby x Reader
[ MASTERLIST ] [ HUBBY!TOMMY MASTERLIST ]
SUMMARY: Tommy’s younger wife is starting to doubt their marriage during her birthday party after hearing a hurtful comment.
[ REQUEST ] by @rhaenystheboneless
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I couldn’t stop writing this to be honest 🙊 And Tommy might be a bit out of character here, but I had in mind some Season 5 broken, vulnerable Tommy. Also, in this scenario he was never married before, so it’s like, imagine Tommy Shelby being alone all the time with no wife and no children. That’s why his behaviour towards the Reader is the way it is in this story. He’s a bit awkward about the whole matter I guess.
WARNING: English is my second language.
WORD COUNT: 2,450
Czytaj dalej
1,500 notes I am speechless literally, thank you!!!
It deserves this though, tbh you really deserve this!💕🤗❤
It´s too late, isn´t it?
Arthur Shelby x fem! Reader
Summary: Maybe Arthur should have told her, shouldn´t he? No, (Y/N) has moved on.
Warnings: None, maybe a bit of heartbreak tho 🥰😉😭
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
Arthur Shelby,
He had been in love with (y/n) for all of his childhood. For as long as he could remember even. There had never been a time where he hadn´t been utterly smitten by the little girl just down the street.
She was a true beauty to be seen. The brightest smile constantly adorned her features and her big gleaming eyes were always there to get him through the day.
Even when unbeknown to her.
Because simply put, Arthur was a coward.
But he was certain that one day! Yeah, one day he would muster up the courage to tell her! Right?
At least that was what nine-year-old Arthur would always tell himself, especially now, as he hid behind a wall as he saw her approaching in her graceful ways.
To him, she always appeared like one of the most beautiful flowers, but with that came his fear, that one day the dirty streets of Small Heath would turn her bright shimmering colours dull, and some men with their fast horses would tramble the little flower over, not noticing her beauty.
Oh, how his smaller brother would scold him now, for appearing so weak and poetic!
Arthur always had known that his smaller brother was so much more smarter and mature than him. But sometimes he still couldn´t stop feeling surprised by little Thomasses ways. It was truly amazing but on the other hand side, it was getting on his nerves… Tommy always tried to do him one better! Just like now!
Peaking out of his hiding spot, he could see them! Tommy and (Y/N)! Tommy knew that Arthur felt some sorta way for her and now he had decided to test his bloody theory! And Arthur surely hated every minute of it!
Just at this moment, the smaller Shelby was telling (Y/N) something that made her giggle and Arthurs face turned red from anger. How dare he!
Later he would tell Arthur how he did anything he could think of, for his foolish brother to finally admit his feelings for her, and oh did Arthur wish he had.
Because what he had felt then, was nothing compared to how he would have to feel for the rest of his life.
On the 23.December 1900 for example,
(Y/N) and the Shelby boys had gone on one of their adventures again. Just like every day, really. It wasn´t anything new to them.
But while getting older, (Y/N)´s parents started to worry for their daughter. She should rather start to get some female friends… what would people think?
(Y/N) couldn´t care less to be honest. She felt happy this way. Catching their breath after having run a couple of miles. Arthur, Tommy and (Y/N) finally stopped. Laughing along, looking at the things they had stolen from the Market.
“Not bad boys… not bad.” (Y/N) grinned while looking at both of them and Arthurs heart couldn´t help but flutter in his chest. She looked so beautiful like this!
Their friendship with each other bloomed like flowers in spring, not one rainy day insight and oh how both of them wished it would stay that way.
But with foolish teenagers around, nothing was able to stay simple, so when Arthur Shelbys sixteens birthday rolled around, Mary Duller from a couple of houses up the street had claimed to be his girlfriend and while (Y/N) was still questioning her relationship with the oldest Shelby, that threatened to break her heart.
Even though she was still not believing what stupid Mary-cunt, as one of her friends had called her snickering, (Y/N) gathered all her courage, visiting the Shelbys home.
Right in the fucking perfect moment! Because when she arrived and John had opened the front door, she caught a glimpse of Marry-cunt Duller on Arthur fucking Shelby’s lap, snogging him like a fish desperate for water!
That day she had sworn to never ever talk to all of the bloody Shelby-lot ever again! Sleeping on a wet tear-stained pillow, she made a pact with herself, not willing to break it, she ignored all of the attempts from the Shelby boys to get her out of her bedroom again.
Her parents were delighted by the fact that their daughter finally grew out of her rebellious phase and encouraged her, even going as far as slamming the door in Johns’s face once…or twice.. or even trice!?
After that, the attempts of the boys became less and less until they finally stopped altogether, leaving Arthurs heart heavy because he still didn´t understand why!
While her parents quickly seemed to have forgotten about them, (Y/N) could not.
Watching with worry in her eyes, as she saw him running about, only being able to think of him again.
Maybe they had gotten older, maybe someone could say that they had gotten more mature… but well that would have been a lie. At least in Arthurs case. More reckless than ever, Arthur strolled down the streets with his brothers, always ready to pick a fight. They were true Small Heath boys after all!
How would this end? She had known Arthur for all her life. But in the last couple of months, he had gotten even wilder, watching him blow off from the safety of her windowsill, she started to think it was better that way, keeping her distance from them.
Rumours had it that the Shelbys weren’t just low Birmingham scum, but actually even worse than that so much worth actually that (Y/N) mother had finally decided for (Y/N) to not see them anymore at all, not even at church, where she would from time to time at least say hi to Ada… and now (Y/N) herself thought that this was for the best.
Live went on as usual, and as their teenage years passed, (Y/N) and Arthur were, as if attracted by each other like mots to the light, slowly getting closer again.
(Y/N) not agreeing with the things he spent his time with and Arthur not understanding (Y/N) prudish ways, their relationship stayed difficult. While both of them refused to tell each other or even acknowledging what they still felt for each other, the day came when it was Arthurs time to say goodbye.
And God how he wanted it to finally be the day he had enough courage to admit it, not only to himself but to the whole world.
It had rained,
it had rained the day he told her.
It poured down on the two, as he told her that he would join the men at the front. Arthur crown prince of Small Heath just still a young boy to (Y/N) with a big heart and too many boiled up emotions in his body would leave their world. Maybe even forever?
It broke her heart. Standing on the platform, watching the train slowly deport the young boy’s souls turning them into men, she knew that he was gone, he would never come back. At least not to her. No. She had lost him. Forever.
That was all she was able to think of, when she slowly strode home that night, feeling so empty. Why didn´t she just open her mouth!? Why was she so stupid!
Why had she been so afraid? Maybe he would have turned her down…her parents would have been disappointed for sure…Oh, why was she thinking of this again!? It would do her no good anyway!
But still, if she had said something… maybe…just maybe he would have stayed?
Oh, who was she kidding… of course he wouldn´t have! Arthur never had been one to leave his brothers fighting on their own!
But had she known that Arthur was thinking of her just as much as she was thinking of him…Maybe she wouldn´t have tried to move on.
Cause while sitting in the mud, the horrors of war, the worst humanity was capable of doing all displaying in front of his eyes…Arthurs mind was far far away.
With her.
Her kind spirit, her friendly face, her breathtaking laugh. All of that was everything he had to keep sane. She was his lighthouse in the middle of the storm, making sure his small boat wouldn´t crash, would find its way home save and sound. Back to her!
She was the only one that was able to bring his mind to rest, the only thing he had to fall asleep to, the only purpose he saw in holding on, in not just giving up, in fighting on hell in life itself!
And that sole purpose alone was the reason his heart overleaped in joy, as he was finally brought back home! Out of this hell hole.
Oh if he just had known.
The moment he set foot back onto the platform of Small Heath, he knew something wasn´t quite right. But to hell with that! Who would care!
He was back home…maybe the demons of France were still tightly packed into his luggage…but all of this would change, right? As soon as he would see her, everything would finally be as meant to be! Everything would change for the better for him, right?
Finally being able to hug his aunt and sister again, he relished in their precents, and even if he was truly happy to be seeing them again, enjoying their warm welcoming, he couldn´t wait to finally see her again!
Had she changed? Because he did! He finally wanted to scream in young Arthurs face that today was the day! He would tell her! He was no fool! He would tell her and finally live the life he had wanted to live!
Maybe he was a changed man, maybe he had a couple more scars, a couple more nightmares, maybe half of who he used to be was gone…but compared to what he had here, to what was awaiting him, all of this seemed so small and insignificant.
Maybe it had been selfish of him, to expect her to be the solution to all his problems…
Maybe having downed a class too much, Arthur made his way over to her parent’s house, oh how nothing here had changed! It was strange because he had… but somewhat the feeling of being at his safe space was very comforting!
Knocking on her very familiar door, he was slightly confused as a younger man opened up. He had never seen him before…had he? (Y/N) never had had a brother.
Slightly confused as well, the man looked at Arthurs dishevelled state. What was a drunk, strange unfamiliar man doing in front of his house at such an ungodly hour?
“Is…IS (Y/N) home!?” Arthur tried to stay collected…he couldn´t wait any longer! All the words he had to spend night after night, day after day, practising for the moment he finally came home to tell her! They all threatened to spill out all at once, every moment now!
“…Yeah. Wait a minute.” The man mumbled to himself, still, a bit weirded out, before turning around, talking to someone else, and shortly after there she stood, in all her glory.
Looking as beautiful as ever.. wait no! She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her soft-looking lips, her cute nose, her shimmering eyes and her flawless hair….She truly was perfect in his eyes!
Even tho her eyes looked a bit tired, maybe he had woken her up? Not really having the mind to care for that anymore, he straightened his back coughed a bit trying to find a good point to start with. “(Y/N)” He nervously but non the less happily exclaimed, smiling brightly up at her.
His only hope in life, his saviour!
But all that she did was gasp in shock. “Arthur!” even though she still wasn´t able to comprehend what was happening here she had to smile. “You´re back!”
“Yeah I made meself come back! Just for you! Trust me (Y/N) I am no fool! Mark me words! I´ve been trying to tell you this since….Forever I guess! But I love you! Oh, I love you so much!” His voice dropping into a whisper, (Y/N) could have sworn that his eyes were slowly glazed over by a thick curtain of tears as he gazed up at her.
Like a lost soul hoping for, no, craving for its salvation. But she couldn´t give it to him.
Thick tears running down over her rosy cheeks, she snivelled a bit. Her bare feet touching the cold floor of the front stairs, as she slowly made her way out of the house, taking his hands in hers.
“Oh Arthur…Arthur…”
You fool…
Still hopeful he grinned slightly, taking her face in his warm rough hands, still gazing into her eyes.
“Tell me..tell me (Y/N)…I don´t have much to offer… I am just a broken somewhat dumb man but… I know it’s not much. But I will share me everything with you! I am not good with all that poetry posh bloody stuff… but listen (Y/N) all I can give to you is me heart, but you will have it! You already have it! Please… I ask you this…it´s really not much here, at your front door but…will you…will you marry me (Y/N)?”
Sadly smiling (Y/N) hand went up to wipe away her tears. “Oh Arthur…”
And then he saw, the simple little gold band, wrapping itself around her slender finger, almost as if mocking him in the sneakiest way possible and now it was his time to let his tears run free.
“(Y/N)” he pledged, almost throwing himself at her feet. “(Y/N)! Please! I promise… I promise! I don´t know what to do without you!”
Feeling her own heart sink, she tried to pull him into a hug. “Arthur don´t… it won't change anything…”
“Who…tell me who!”
“Arthur… please calm down! Okay!?”
Wheeling around, Arthur looked through her eyes, right into a soul. It sent shivers down her spine. Was he mad? With his strong grip on her wrist, she tried to get loose.
“Stop Arthur.. you're.. you’re hurting me!” Desperate he pulled her closer
“Please… I promise! I promise…I´ll do better! Just don´t leave me like this!”
“Arthur! Stop it! I beg you!”
Her voice was trembling at the sight of the men she once loved more than her own life, sitting at her feet, bawling his eyes out, begging her to stay with him.
She didn´t know what to do! He finally let go of her. His body shook as he finally fully sank to his feet, trembling in the dirt like a kicked dog. Ambandoned by its owner.
“(Y/N)” a third voice joined, as the men from earlyer stepped out of the house, blanked and a pair of simple slippers in hand. “Can´t get risking you catching a cold, love. Not good for you or the baby.”
His voice was laced with concern and a bit of amusement, as he draped the blanket over her delicate shoulders, setting her shoes down on the ground before he noticed the shaking men on the ground.
“What is going on here!?” Baffled he looked to his wife and back to the man on the ground. “Do you need help sir? Is everything alright!?” The concern now replaced by real fear for a life, he tried to lend Arthur a helping hand, before (Y/N) slowly shook her head. “Everything is fine Theo, but thank you.”
Taking his hand in hers, she was able to calm her worrywart of a husband.
And that´s when Arthur realised. He was a fool! He always had been! He was a selfish man! (Y/N) deserved someone better than him. She deserved to be treated with kindness….She deserved something else than a broken man like him, she deserved more than he would ever be able to offer her! And she had already found him… The one who offered her that and so much more than it. And it wasn´t him, it wasn´t Arthur.
He couldn´t even be jealous.
The alcohol in his blood now making him feel nauseous, as he slowly got up. Slapping (Y/N) helping hand away in the process, he straightened out his clothes.
Oh, how he had made a fool out of himself again!
This Theo-man wrapping his arm around his wife so much more loving than Arthur thought he would ever have managed to do, Arthur slowly turned around.
Facing his love one last time. If she would have ever agreed to his proposal if he would have asked sooner? He would never know. But the glance she gave him, was all that he needed to turn around, trying to not look back.
But saying that he wasn´t tempted to, would have been a lie.
Making his way back home was so much more painful than the wounds he had suffered in France, because now?
Now he had nothing to live for anymore. His strength slowly left him, as he stumbled over the cobblestones. He never was one for talking about his feelings much, but how was it possible to feel so much pain, like your heart got squished and torn apart but feel so numb and far away from everything at the same time?
Silently grumbling, he sat down at his own front door, lighting a cigarette, he really had fucked it up this time, hadn´t he?
And slowly it creped through his always, at least appearing to be, thick skin, into his flesh, into his bones. He hadn´t changed. No. Not even Birmingham had changed. It was still a cruel place. And even though nothing had changed, and he was still this cowardly weak little boy, everything felt different now.
This comfort of home was all gone now. It was suffocating how all had stayed the same, his life apparently of so much insignificance that even though he was hurting more than ever, everything still stayed the same…everything would stay the same, he wasn´t one bit important.
At that he just broke completely, the unshielded horrors of what had happened to him now came upon him in all their fearsome reality.
No (Y/N) to shield him from his cruel thoughts. No one to protect his soul in the crossfire, no one to keep his heart from freezing over in the coldest of nights. Would he ever recover? He had seen them, the unlucky men who were slowly eaten up by their regrets of the past. Would he become one of them? Only his future would tell.
But what future could that be, when his heart laid at the front door of the woman he loved more than anything, if she wanted it or not, he would never get it back. And the small boy he once was, he still is, had to learn to live without it.
@datewithgianni
My Dearest, Oh My Dearest Child
Thomas Shelby x fem!Reader
Summary: A sad story with actually no real plot, just felt like it. Reader and Thomas had a stillborn baby and now have to deal with their loss, blaiming themselves (This fic is in no way meant to shame who ever had this happen to them, it is purly fiction if you know someone or who had to go trough this or maybe you had to go through something like that yourself, you have my condolences and I wish you the absolute best in your future babes. ❤❤)
Warnings: As just mentiond above, a stillborn baby, so death of an infant (Nothing is described in anyway) just a short reminder that english isn´t my native language
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
The Rain was dazzling down on the rooftop as (Y/N) sat in the armchair.
Staring into the burning fire right in front of her.
It was so unbearably hot but so shivering cold at the same time.
She didn´t know what to do anymore.
Just don´t leave me...please just don´t leave me!
She didn´t even try to make any noise as she heard the front door cracking open.
What good would it do her? No one could bring her back.
Just stay forever...I beg you! Stay, don´t leave me!
“(Y/N)” She would normally have heard. But this day? Nothing.
He just silently stood in the hallway. Eyes dull just like hers. Their faces drawn of any colour and emotion.
Oh God had she cried. But all of those tears had dried up long ago.
Leaving the bitterness of the salty taste for her to endure as the only cruel reminder of her sad reality. If she would have been able to feel it, it would have made her furious.
They both knew who was to blame.
And it hurt him, it hurt him so much. He knew she was right, he couldn´t even be angry with her.
And it hurt her, it hurt her so much. She knew he was right, she couldn´t even be angry with him.
He had cried as well, he had seen her and she had seen him.
They both had cried.
But not out of happiness as they actually should have had on this oh so wonderful day. No. They had to stare at the innocent live lost, how unbearable.
And she knew who was to blame.
And he knew who was to blame.
They once had promised each other,
until the world falls apart we´ll dance upon rubble and ashes, forever together. She had promised to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. He had promised he´d love and honour her all the days of his life.
And here there were now, in bad times and sickness, love and honourless.
Just sitting there, being shells of themselves.
(Y/N) silently looked at the prominent wedding ring on her finger. It sat there, silently mocking her with all of its glamour and innocent purity. It reminded her of better times.
Oh how happy she had felt! The Queen of Small Heath!
She had risen from ruins, she had defeated cruel fate!
The King of Small Heath had chosen her!
He had actually chosen her to marry him! To spend all of eternity by his side!
Oh how happy she had been! Ignoring all the warning signs.
She marched up into this life of cruelty and she had just sat there. In her golden Palace, ignoring the ones suffering for her to have what she had.
She truly was a selfish witch!
Oh God had she been deaf and blind to all of it. And now God punished her for it.
Oh how happy he had been!
Having the sweetest, the kindest the most beautiful, the smartest and the most loyal of all standing by his side.
The true Queen of Small Heath.
And now God punished her for getting married to the Devil himself. To him. He truly was one selfish Arshole!
He had taken so many lives. So many lives of Fathers and sons. It was only fair! But why did it have to be her? Why had he been so blind!?
Oh, how he hated himself for being the one to do this to her.
Oh, how she hated herself for being the one to do this to him.
Silent tears ran down her icy cheekbones again, as she looked back into the fire.
Face as expressionless as cobblestone.
Her Immortal soul would never be pure again. And it had been all his fault! The Devil corrupted her with his frivolous ways. And he knew what people called him, and he began to think it was true.
And now she had to pay! She had tired eyes...tired hands. Seeing so much sin through all of the cigarette smoke and shed blood.
No one would come to save her now, would they?
In the days without laughter
Between passion and pain
When we make a thousand mistakes
Our hearts will turn to stone
Maybe it was better that way. No angle deserved to walk upon a world with monsters. Just like her father was.
He spoiled it, she was deaf and blind! Chained to the weights that were her dreams.
They had long been immune to the plagues of doubt.
They forgot, they had lost now
They had lost the one thing special to them.
The only thing that would ever be worth more than life itself to both of them.
(Y/N) had rather died herself that day and to be honest? A big part of her did. A part of her will do so for the rest of her life. The rest of her life as only a third of what she was used to be.
But just upon touching her, she had known. Angels weren’t meant for a world like this.
The Angels will rise, they will rise and return home.
And she was no angel, she would never be.
And he was no angel, he would never be.
But she had been. Their daughter had been.
What were they to do? They wanted their child back. But all was gone now!
She didn´t love him anymore, right? He took her baby from her.
He didn´t love her anymore, right? She took his baby from him.
Silently stepping closer, Thomas finally reached her armchair.
He stood right there, right beside her… But it still felt like he was miles away.
“(Y/N)”
It had been such a silent, such a fragile whisper, so soft, but she still had heard it.
And it pained her so deeply...they would never hear their daughters voice.
“(Y/N)” He called out again. Stretching out his arm, to softly lay his hand on her shoulder.
“Thomas” She silently answered as she looked him in the face, for the first time in days.
“Oh (Y/N)”
“Oh Thomas!”
Quickly reacting, he bent down to her height, wrapping his arms around her. She nuzzled her head into the crave of his neck.
“I am so sorry!”
And there they sat, softly sobbing into each other’s bodies.
Both realising what they had lost.
Both realising that they had lost their daughter.
Never to hear her first words, see her first smile, see her beautiful eyes shining on her birthday, witnessing her first love, witnessing her wicked shelbyness… They had lost a part of themselves.
They would never know whose looks she got. They would never know whose character she got.
She would never be.
Because she was too good for them.
She was an angel never meant for this world. Never meant for them.
They never had deserved. That, they were both sure of.
And (Y/N) had it all written down in the most beautiful letter she had ever written.
For her special child. For her baby. For her oh so dear, dearest child she never got to meet.
...My dearest, oh my dearest child. I will never forget you, never not love you. Oh please forgive my faults, my mistakes. Oh please oh please just give me one smile. Take me with you...
Oh, Mary
Summary: A short John Shelby x Reader one shot, in which their youngest daughter may or may not have tried their talent as a hairdresser
Warnings: None, just remember english isn´t my native language (maybe not prrof read I´ve wrote this around roughly 2-3am).
Have fun and stay safe darling😙🥰
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
It had been a normal morning in the Shelby Household.
It had actually been quiet the beautiful morning.
But it HAD been.
Because as (Y/N) Shelby had finally finished getting all the Shelby kids out of bed and ready for breakfast she wasn´t able to find Mary.
The youngest daughter. She had only turned four a couple of weeks ago and was only to be described as Johns apple of the eye. The little girl had a truly stunning smile and beautiful hair, framing her face that resembled her mothers so much, it could have been a copy. John always had said that she looked like an angel… but had the personality of the devil himself. After all, she was a clever little wicked Shelby.
And exactly that had been the reason for (Y/N)s worry when she wasn´t able to find the little girl.
Asking Marys sisters first, they all didn´t know where she had gone either, neither did her brothers. So desperate, (Y/N) asked one of the nannies, who immediately freaked out as well, so they didn´t know either! Like mad women the three raided the house, already having bad thoughts and anxiety climbing up her spine, (Y/N) finally found something.
On the bathroom floor, right in front of the mirror laid her sowing scissors, almost gleaming mockingly at her. Perfectly placed at the edge of the countertop in front of which stood a little chair. All around lay, what (Y/N) could only prescribe as a battlefield like scene, a dozen of little Marys beautiful locks. Scattered around and torn to shreds. (Y/N) looked around in shock finally spotting her youngest daughter, who stood in the midst of all, smiling at herself being completely proud of her handiwork. Finally noticing her mother, the little girl turned around. “Mommy Mommy!” She beamed up at her, throwing her arms around in the air, all excited. “Look look what if done!”
John would literally have a heart attack once he´d see this! “Oh, Mary!” Not yet able to decide whether she should scold the little girl, or laugh at the situation, she had to slightly snicker and picked up most of the hair.
As she picked up most of it, she went out into the hallway again, telling the nannies that she found out what had happened. So they wouldn´t worry anymore.
Mary followed her mother curiously and (Y/N) was finally able to examine the work of her daughter in the daylight.
It looked hideous!
One side was completely shaved off, while the hair at the back of her head had almost stayed the original length and the one on the left was only half cut off.
It was truly a shame what happened to Mary's hair, but (Y/N) couldn´t stop herself from slightly grinning. She could very vividly remember the day she had done exactly the same thing to herself...and her little sister as well. Her parents had been furious but it was one of her core memories of joy. Nearly every girl goes through something like that after all.
Carrying the little girl on her hips, she walked past the two nannies, who immediately gasped in shock! They definitely had expected something bad… but this? They silently stared in shock for a couple of minutes, before they were able to look at their mistress...would she be angry with them? But when they saw her slightly smiling, they had to snicker themselves. It definitely was funny!
Especially the way Mary herself was so absolutely obvious to what she had actually done.
“What’s so funny here? Do you mind sharing the joke?” Suddenly a voice beamed behind them and /Y/N) turned around. “John!” She exclaimed and smiled at him. “Dada! Look look!” Little Mary began to struggle in her mother’s arms, who finally let her down.
John, not expecting what would come, held out his arms, lifting her back up. But then it hit him. “What the fuck!?” He immediately looked at his wife, who was silently scolding him for the swearwords.
“What happened here!?”
“I cut my hair daddy! I look beautiful now! Just like Momma says when you cut yours!”
Mary happily ruffled her hair and smiled at her Father lovingly, who in return couldn´t stay angry at a sight like that.
“Don´t worry John...every father of a little girl has to go through this...and oh so much more!”
(Y/N) had to grin again, as she ruffled his own hair. “And besides….we will always love our little Mary. Whatever haircut she chooses next… right love?”
“Next!? Why would there be a next time! I´ll ban all these scissors out of this god damn house meself if I have to!”
Only laughing (Y/N) nodded her head, returning to setting the table so they could finally have breakfast. Sure he would. But they all knew how well keeping a Shelby from what they want works. And their kids definitely were Shelbys.
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
I had this lil´ idea while visiting a small early Christmas market in my town. ( I might or might not have put some very European Christmas market traditions into this because… Well I just love it, reminds me of the good old times spending Christmas at my grandma’s house with the whole family.)🥰🤭❤
Summary: John and his wife take their twins out for a short Christmas market shopping tour. And maybe Reader has to reveal a somewhat pretty early Christmas present to John.
No real plot, just some very much needed father John fluff and a somewhat outlet for my Christmas spirits.
Warnings: Non really, just a little reminder that English isn't my native language😘😉
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
Children’s eyes beaming, loud voices singing, bells ringing men and woman walking by hand in hand. It surely was beautiful as he walked by, and maybe he would have even been able to enjoy it if it wasn´t for the two way too cold hands grasping at his own, as they pulled him through the streets.
Ben and Ally laughed as he nearly stumbled over his own feet while trying to catch up with their fast steps.
(Y/N), a few steps behind them could only laugh as she held the warm Mulled Wine in her hands, trying to heat herself back up.
It was a truly heartwarming sight to see. They didn´t usually spend much time like this together.
Finally being able to let go of his overexcited kids, John let himself fall into step with his wife, taking one of her hands in his, letting her head rest on his shoulder.
“Oh, John. It´s wonderful here...a bit cold. But soooo beautiful.” She pointed to all the flickering lights in between the freshly fallen snow as the smell of freshly baked Crêpes rose to their noses.
John could only silently agree as he squeezed her hand slightly, listening to the voices of some choir singing a truly beautiful Christmas jingle. Looking over at his wife, whose eyes were gleaming, he had to smile brightly.
She was so beautiful like that, the cold flushing her cheeks and making her nose turn red. Moments like these made him fall in love with her all over again.
(Y/N) herself had to smile as well as she watched her babies run around in the snow, chasing some of their friends around the place. She had to grin slightly at the thought of next year. They would have a new Baby to share all the wonderfulness of Christmas with, placing her free hand over her coat she looked over at Johns calm and for once relaxed face and prepared to tell him, now.
She had waited for the perfect moment the whole week! And now it was finally time to-
“Mommy? daddy!?” Suddenly she was shaken out of her mediated state, as two small angelic voices called out to her. Still slightly smiling she and John looked down into the grinning faces of their children. “What do you little fuckers want now?” John teased as he straightened up a bit. “John..!” playfully warning him, she turned to face him.
“Yeah yeah ´right sorry. But what do you want!?” Looking at each other, Ben and Ally smirked and simultaneously pointed towards a stand with very amazing smelling good old sugar canes, candied almonds, gingerbread, speculoos and many many more treats of every colour and form.
“please please, please! We promise we will behave the whole week!” Ally exclaimed dramatically as Ben just nodded his head exaggeratedly.
Laughing (Y/N) had to shake her head. Them behaving for a whole week straight? That was unheard of. “Okay...you´re allowed to get three things...Each!” She looked at them sternly before beaming herself. Their cheeks having turned the same reddish colour as their parents, they looked like little angels. At least to (Y/N) who was just feeling so excited all over again. It was wonderful seeing them hurrying off as fast as possible to make sure they would get the best treats they could get their hands on.
“How gracious of you.” John laughed as he put his arms around her. Laying his hands on her stomach. “When did you plan on telling me, love?” He nuzzled his face into her neck while smiling and planting a small kiss on her slightly exposed neck. “That next year we´ll have to deal with another Shelby graving all the sweets of this goddamn place?”
Smiling herself (Y/N) put her gloved hands over his. “How do you know John?” Curious she looked over her shoulder to look him in the eyes. “Oh, you know darling...Just because you’re in the next room doesn´t mean I won’t hear you when you practise your little speech…” Laughing he hid his face in the crook of her neck again, pulling her a bit closer into him. “Wouldn´t be too bad, eh?” they both grinned at each other. “Oh, it really is the most wonderful time of the year.”
“On that, I will have to agree on, my dear.” chuckling again, they started to look for their current children again, of course finding them stuffing their faces with more than just three pieces of candy.
But who would have guessed any different...They were John Shelby´s kids after all. And next year, they would have to deal with one more.
But they were over joyous at the news, love and warmth filled their hearts at the pure thought, they couldn´t wait for the most wonderful time of next year.
Perfectly Imperfect
Summary: How would our dear Arthur react to the reader coming home totally wrecked because she got herself into a fight? For once it isn´t Arthur who is utterly reckless but his beloved kind of lunatic wife. Maybe other people think they're crazy and don´t fit into society standards. But who cares about that when you got your perfectly imperfect partner at your side? Just a bit of Arthur fluff, we wouldn´t have it any other way now, would we?🤭
Warnings: English isn´t my native language. This hasn´t been proofread because it is currently nearly midnight and I got an exam tomorrow thooooo... Enjoy my friend 🥰❤
MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST
It had been awfully quiet as Arthur had gotten home, way too quiet for his liking!
But he had to deal with it. Slowly taking a slice of bread into his hand he began to chew on it. Why wasn´t (Y/N) already home? She knew how bad he was at cooking! Could have something have happened to her?
Restless he looked out of the window. Not a single soul in sight. The sun had already begun to set when he got home but now it was absolutely pitch black outside.
He slowly sat down, facing the door, trying to distract himself by reading the newspaper he had already read this morning.
Normally they would sit down at the dinner table by now, slowly eating dinner and talking about their day… Never had (Y/N) ever missed getting home on time! Not in all those years they had been together.
But Arthur knew how reckless she could be, normally (Y/N) was the voice of reason in their relationship. But then again compared to him that wasn´t all too hard.
So (Y/N) was a little firecracker herself, always getting herself in trouble and way too stubborn to let anyone or anything get her off her track. Much to the annoyance of the rest of the Shelby family who had hoped that Arthurs wife would bring him back down a little...But the mess they had caused at their own wedding had shattered their hopes rather violently pretty quickly.
Arthur had to grin at the thought of their wedding and had managed to get his thoughts somewhere else when suddenly the front door flung open.
Startled Arthur sprung up, nearly taking the whole chair down with him trying to grab the nearest thing that could help defend himself against the attacker...Only to realise that the unrecognisable figure in the doorframe was actually (Y/N).
“(Y/N)!?” Still a little bit shocked, Arthur let go of the fucking frying pan in his hands and looked up at the figure still kind of cowering in the open doorframe.
“In the fucking flesh!” Moaned (Y/N) into his direction before finally kind of stumbling into their house, closing the door behind her.
Arthur sighed in relief, that was only short-lived. What the hell had happened to her?! A bloody nose, an eye that was beginning to bruise, a cracked lip and a very strange posture… all in all, she was an utter mess!
“Who the fuck did you run into?”
Kind of annoyed at him (Y/N) only hung her coat over one of the chairs before flinging herself down on it.
“Just some douche I have pissed off last week…”
Trying to make it sound like not that big of a deal, she tugged some loose hair strand behind her ear.
Her beautiful arranged Hairstyle was completely torn apart anyways.
Sighing again Arthur slowly approached her, putting a hand on her shoulder, only to hear her wince and have her turn away from him.
“That´s fucking dangerous! Why didn´t you tell me about that!? I was fucking shitting me pants over here waiting for you to finally come home! God knows what else could have happened to you!?”
He exclaimed while flinging his arms around in the air trying to get his point across, which caused (Y/N)to only roll her eyes.
“Oh don´t bother Arthur! It´s not the only time that ever happened!”
“Bad enough! I want fucking names...gonna pay them a visit meself” Still angered he glared at her waiting for the perfect excuse he knew she didn´t had. Or had she?
“....You see how that feels Arthur?” Sighing defeated she let her head rest on her arms looking him in his eyes, voice cracking a bit. “Coming home to nothing but silence? Not knowing where the fuck you are? Not knowing what the fuck has happened to you!? Only for you to march in here covered in blood and cuts and bruises only to play it down!? Why should I be any different!?”
Now it was Arthurs turn to sigh while walking over to the sink, getting a bowl of freshwater prepared to clean her up. just like she had done for him so many times before.
“Because I love you...It´s different because I fucking love you (Y/N) I can´t let anyone hurt you! I can´t stand seeing you like this.” His voice got quieter at every word before he finally turned back around, looking her in the eye while wringing his little towel out, pressing it to her cracked lip.
“I love you too Arthur. It hurts me just as much when you are hurt.” Looking into his eyes she smiled a bit, even tho it hurt every fucking muscle in her face, especially the wound on her lip.
Arthur had to blush a little at that which he tried to hide of course, but the reddening of his ears was impossible for (Y/N) not to notice. She giggled a bit, before putting her bloodied hand on his cheek.
“Love we both know this won´t be the last time, for neither of us, don´t we?” Slightly grinning at her, he set the towel down, pressing his forehead carefully against hers.
“Wouldn´t want it any other way darling, I wouldn´t have married an absolute lunatic if I had any other plans. I just want you to be a bit more careful.”
“So do I, so do I” Falling back into a fit of laughter, Arthur and (Y/N) managed to clean her up, before getting ready for bed.
They had known what they would get themselves into when getting married to each other. The worlds biggest buffoons.
Smiling to herself (Y/N) brushed her hair, looking at her reflection. After all, fighting was how they met.
Any other husband would have already divorced her by now.
But Arthur was different.
He understood her thought process, her desire for ridiculous messes and her somewhat childish and reckless demeanour. They were really made for each other.
Maybe not a match made in heaven, but even the Shelbyclan had to admit, to their great annoyance, that the two complemented each other perfectly.
And dear Arthur had never been happier before, so they were more accepting of their love than ever, even if that meant that family business wasn't necessarily any easier. But honestly, who of the other Shelbys was easy?
After all, people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.
Yawning she laid down beside her imperfect perfect husband, slowly and carefully cuddling up to him, getting ready to drift off into dreamland, when suddenly a very awake voice rung through to her ear.
“You still haven’t given me any names, Darling.”
I'm four hours into my all-nighter. It's 3:30am(ish) and I'm just starting on the essay. I did two hours of research, just trying to get my thesis together basically. I did an hour of relaxation and just reading this manga I had borrowed from my friend and put away my laundry. I spent another hour just trying to create my citations because i fucking hate citation pages. MLA format is BS.
I feel this shit in not only deep down in my heart but with my whole fucking soul.
accessory to matrimony - part iii
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a/n: part iii time! they actually interact and touch for like more than two seconds this time like woah dude what?? wild! anyway this one's a little shorter than the first two :) part iv in the works thanks for reading friends please consider interacting if u enjoyed !
You were roused from your sleep by the click of the door, and you could hear feet pad softly across the floor toward you. Your eyes fluttered open, threatening to close just as quick, as their lids remained heavy with sleep. In your hazey, half-awake state you rolled over, swimming through your moonlight streaked sheets, each wrinkle in the fabric a wave.
You were living in that purgatory between being fully awake and being asleep, where drowsiness clouded your mind, making everything seem like a mirage.
“Tommy?” The word slipped from your mouth, and you were barely conscious if you had said it.
Ahh I am so glad I found this again! I read it a little while ago and pheww I AM SO HAPPY THAT THERE IS EVEN MORE TO READ! I loved it 😍❤ can´t wait for the next part 😊👏
The Mafias Right Hand Part 1
Postserum!Steve x Reader
Summery: Steve runs into a strange woman at the post office and is left to wonder what secrets she might hold. Will they meet again?
TW: Nothing i could think of at the moment
It was a cold Tuesday morning.
So cold in fact, that anyone who considered themselves at least not completely insane, had pulled their fur coat out of the closet before leaving their apartments.
Just to be able to snuggle into it as deeply as possible while hurrying through the busy streets of New York, following their usual Tuesday morning routine.
That was exactly what Steve was doing right now.
He had put his only coat over his scrawny figure, trying to keep himself at least from catching a cold, as he carried a rather large Box in both of his hands.
Bucky had asked him last minute to visit the post office to send a package to his mother.
Why he wasn't able to do it himself? Faire question. Steve wasn't so sure about that either. But he had accepted. Even though he only did so, without having seen the actual package. Bucky had just revealed the huge Box Steven would have to carry through half of Brooklyn after the poor man had already agreed!
But being Steve, he had accepted his fate and hurried over some streets straight ahead to the seemingly unbusy post office. But right as he wanted to open the door he, out of a sudden, forcefully crashed into something or should I say, someone? With a loud bump, he fell to the ground letting go of the package in the process.
" Are you alright?"
Still a little bit shocked, he looked up, right into the most mesmerizing eyes he had ever seen!
"Ehm..."
He still struggled to get a correct word out of his mouth, while the woman with the beautiful eyes had reached for the package and lifted it off of the floor before sticking out a hand for him to grasp.
"I am so sorry, Sir!"
The woman continued to explain.
"Eh...It-it´s alright ma´am....it..it really is."
He managed to get out, while taking her hand, getting up rather ungracefully. He quickly brushed the dirt from his pants, before taking in the girl in front of him. He was truly stunned.
She definitely was a sight, and Steven was nearly a little bit glad that it was him instead of Bucky who had brought the package to the post office. Speaking of which, the girl still holds on to it before handing it over to him again.
Steve quickly muttered a quiet "thanks" while taking it back into his own hands. A little embarrassed, he managed to look back up at her. She was a bit taller than him, with gorgeous gleaming hair, that was slightly dancing around her truly lovely face, while one of the kindest smiles beamed down at him.
"My names (y/n) by the way."
Her voice was unordinary gentle and warm considering the usual rather harsh tone the busy folks wandering the streets around that time of the day usually had.
"I´m Steve." he grew slightly more confident now and even gave her a little grin of his own.
Suddenly a car horn blared a little bit down the street. (y / n)´s head whirled around and she seemed to know exactly which automobile had caused the noise. "It...it was ... nice meeting you, Steve!" Suddenly she seemed a little tense and her smile, which had been just so bright mere seconds ago, had faded a little. Nevertheless, she tried to smile at him again, before it disappeared completely as she, giving him a slight wave, rushed in the direction of the car. Hardly two seconds later the dark, very chic-looking car roared past him, Steven was alone again. Still a little bewildered, he got himself out of the daze and eventually entered the post office.
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A few days later, Bucky had managed to get him to agree to tack along in one of Buckys infamous double dates. Steven wholeheartedly detested these. The only reason he always agreed to tag along, where Buckys sad puppy eyes.
He knew his best bud was trying so hard to make him happy. Going as far as standing up his own dates when Steven wouldn't want to go. What most of the time just ended with steve agreeing to come anyways just so the poor girl wouldn't end up completely heartbroken. Just for steve to go down exactly this path himself.
He wasn´t even sure why it still hurt him so much when his Date would stand him up, wasn´t even slightly interested, or even straight-up ignoring him. That was what he should be used to by now, or wasn´t it? He liked to always say that he was just not good with the ladies, while his best friend seemed to literally attract them like some sort of a magnet.
Steve felt really happy for Bucky, but sometimes it just went too far. Even for the boy with the heart of gold, sometimes enough was enough.
Just like today! While Bucky seemed to have the fun of his life with Delila? Delia? or whatever her name had been, Steve sat alone in his seat. Marie, who was supposed to be his Date today didn't even bother to show up. Letting out what had had to be the longest and deepest sigh of the century, he took another sip out of his coke before letting the glass hit the table rather harshly.
After a couple more minutes Steven decided to leave, this Marie friend wouldn´t be showing up after she had already been nearly two hours late anyway, so whats the use?
Sighing again, Steve got up and slung his coat back over his seemingly too small slagging shoulders before letting his gaze wander towards Bucky and his newest acquaintances. They still seemed very busy not even being able to keep their hands off of each other, so Steve didn't hesitate before opening the door and taking a step into the strangely relieving cold breeze. Taking a deep breath he slowly began to stray back home.
But relatively fast, his movements came to a very abrupt halt, when two men stumbled out of a dark alleyway right in front of him. He immediately noticed their guns and decided instinctively to stay back.
But just as fast as both of them had stumbled out of the alley they were quick to disappear again. Maybe he had just hallucinated? But yet again, there was an undeniable increase of crimes around the entirety of New York, especially Brooklyn, in the last few months. Everyone knew that something must be going on, underground that is.
So even Steve, who was a reckless man, always getting himself in dangerous situations, was begining to be more careful.
Lightly shaking his Head, Steven put his Hands into his pockets and continued his slow stroll back home.
Why should he hurry anyway?
At home, only the darkness and the cold draft of the barely insulated walls were waiting for him anyway. Nothing anyone would think of as very welcoming, now would they?
They were supposed to be enemies
Tommy x Female!German!Reader
My apologies for any historical incorrectness! I just wanted to write something cute and kinda sad for long lonely nights ❤️
Summary: A short Story in which Thomas thinks back to his young war days to one of his biggest secrets. Of his one true love, he was never meant to find, because we all know that our boy got no luck in the Lovegame.
TW: mention of death, blood kinda everything that's related to WW1 and well the Hotmess that is our boy Thomas
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gifs are not mine
They were never supposed to meet.
Their worlds were never meant to collide... Hell, their worlds were so different that their both knew that they would never ever function.
Not in this life not under those circumstances...definitely not in a thousand years. All because they were supposed to be enemies.
Life was cruel, life was mean, life would never care for a pair of star-crossed lovers.
They both knew.
But neither one of them seemed to care as his rough fingers caressed her soft skin. Their ragged breathing the only sound that rung through the night. The moon seemed to be the only witness to their unholy actions.
Those were all the memories that mattered now.
That was everything that would remain of them.
The tender touch that would linger on her skin for years to come. The soft hitch in her voice that would forever live rent-free in his mind.
They both knew, but they just didn´t care.
They both knew, but they just couldn´t care.
They both knew, but they just didn´t want to care.
Silent love declaring under the stars. Only meant for him and her. Their little safe space under the stars. Far away from Riffles, shouting, pain and Death. Far away from everything they had before that, everything they now had and everything they would have in their future.
Because they knew they weren't meant to have meat. They had no past, they had no current and they would never have a future.
A soulmate who was never meant to be.
Concerning my Blog
I just wanted to say hello to everyone who might stumble across my strange Blog someday.
I wish you a wonderful and lovely day!
This Blog will be, as stated above, a Fan-Blog for all of these lovely fandoms that are out there.
I just currently closed my Wattpad account and now I want to start writing here.
As for now, I am writing mostly for Marvel and Peaky Blinders.
Feel free to ask or request something anytime, have a bright sunny day and take care of yourself Love, because you deserve it!