If they come for us, we’ll cut them a smile each.

Daisy | Dedicated my blog to the fine men of Peaky Blinders

[peakyltd]

Hi there!

Welcome on my blog! 💓

Masterlist

Peaky Blinders Characters:

✧ Tommy Shelby ✧ John Shelby ✧ Arthur Shelby

Series:

✧ New Endings [Tommy Shelby x female reader] Paused ✧ Sons of Small Heath [John Shelby x OC Aurelia Aston]

OC:

✧ Aurelia Aston

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[peakyltd]

The next chapter of Sons of Small Heath is coming tomorrow or Friday.

Took me way too long but I promise it’ll be posted!

[zablife]

Am I No Good?

A/N: Another character study for the American Teenager AU.

Polly knew better than anyone that time passes slower in the flicker of hospital light. First her husband, then her daughter and now her son. And though she once anticipated a life in these corridors as a midwife, she never expected to be the one sitting in the corner watching people fade into nothing.

Michael would eventually make a full recovery, but not before Polly lost her job at the plant, the best one she'd ever had. She couldn't say it had come as a surprise though. She was cursed to see the end in everything new.

The summer before she turned 16, she was running heartbreak red nails down her boyfriend's back. By the time she'd counted the candles on her cake, they caressed a swollen stomach and legs marred by bruises. Polly was too young to know some kinds of love could be bad.

Tired of him, but too tired to leave, she thought of names for the child as her new husband, Bobby Gray, was thinking how he was going to feed them. Life only got harder when her brother abandoned his children at her doorstep. The strain left Bobby buckled on the floor every night, drunk and useless until a terrible accident produced a hefty life insurance check. She was free of him, but when the lights went out, she found herself all alone.

By her 45th birthday, the disappointment was creeping in, a hole so big a handle of vodka couldn't fill it. She made a fool of herself down on Tennessee Street, dancing on the bar and flashing the regulars. It wasn't pretty like the movies, it was ugly like what had been done to her. She'd never done anything to anyone, but trouble was all she ever knew. She was forced to ask, “Am I no good?”

When Abarama "Abe" Gold came into her life, she didn't have high hopes. She was content to know he owned his own truck and got steady work in construction. He proved to be far more in the years to come, helping her quiet the noise inside her head until one day she didn't have to ask if she was good.

[peakyltd]

Oh wow Lee, this is so beautifully written, you took me right into this AU. Painfully beautiful 🥹

Once again the pictures are so perfectly chosen! I love it! 😍

[peakyltd]

Postcard from… Rio de Janeiro

Modern John Shelby x OC Aurelia Aston

A/N: I joined @zablife ‘s Postcard game. So sorry it took me a while but it was really fun to dive into! Hope you enjoy it! Also, I got a bit carried away with the blurb so it's a bit longer 🤭

Warnings: Hinting of sexual themes (of course 👀)

Words: 1.1k

Divider by @strangergraphics

The villa sat high above Rio, all white stone and glass walls, its infinity pool glowing blue against the dark. Below, the city glittered like scattered gold, music drifted up from the beach while the ocean crashed endlessly against the shore.

Aurelia stood out on the terrace in a short, white dress, delicate jewelry decorating her body while she looked over the sea. Warm wind moved softly trough her curled hair. Somewhere behind her, John was arguing in broken Portuguese over the strength of their drinks, with the private bartender he had hired for the night.

"Sir." The bartender laughed, shaking his head. "Too strong."

"That's the bloody point." John smirked.

Aurelia chuckled at her boyfriend's stubbornness.

John emerged from inside, carrying two caipirinhas. His sunglasses rested on top of his head despite it being night. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tattoos disappearing beneath the cuffs of his linen shirt. Sharp lettering, faded cards and a razor blade somewhere lost along his arm. It wouldn't surprise her if he had gotten half of them at three in the morning while he was drunk and furious.

"You're staring." Aurelia teased.

John handed her one of the drinks. "Can you blame me?"

"You've seen me all day."

"Still not over it." He looked her up and down slowly before he took a sip of his drink. "Risky thing to wear around me, sweetheart."

She laughed. "You're even worse on holiday."

"No." He smirked, stepping closer. "I'm relaxed." His hand settled on her hip as he pressed a soft kiss to her neck. "Anyway." He murmured, nodding toward the beach below. "Ready for that party?"

Music thundered across the sand beneath swinging palms. Strings of lights glowed above them while tourists and locals danced together barefoot. Somewhere nearby, fireworks cracked trough the sky.

John fit into the scene effortlessly, one hand in his pocket, drink in the other while moving through crowds like he owned them while Aurelia held onto his arm.

She caught at least three women staring at him within a couple of minutes. The smug grin John gave her told her he had noticed it too.

"Oh don't start." She rolled her eyes playfully.

"What?"

"You know exactly what."

He leaned down near her ear, voice full with amusement. "Bit hard not to notice people admiring the view."

"The view?" She tilted her head slightly, shaking her head but an amused smile betrayed her.

"You." His thumb brushed along her chin. "And maybe me a little."

Aurelia rolled her eyes again but couldn't help but laugh.

"To be fair." He tilted her face up before kissing her softly. "I saw at least ten men looking at you."

"Of course you did, John." She chuckled, her hand resting softly on his arm.

The music changed gradually, turning into something faster and dirtier. John set his drink down and held a hand out toward her. "C'mon."

"You're serious?"

"Darlin', I'm good at everythin'." He answered smoothly.

The second she stepped into him, his hand settled confidently at her waist. John danced with confidence rather than precision, all sharp hips and easy rhythm. He spun her beneath glowing lights while the ocean breeze tangled through her hair. The alcohol warmed everything, the music louder, his grin rougher and the tension between them impossible to ignore.

She laughed breathlessly against his shoulder. "Where the hell did you learn this?"

He smirked widely. "Got a lotta hidden talents."

"Oh my god." She laughed.

By the time midnight blurred into something closer to dawn, they were drunk on too much dancing, too many drinks and each other.

Aurelia sat laughing on the hood of the Ferrari John had insisted he needed, while he stood between her knees, one hand resting against her thigh. His shirt hung open now, enough to reveal more ink across his chest.

"You know." She murmured, tracing one of the tattoos lazily with her fingertip. "You become even more arrogant when you drink."

John caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. "And you become even prettier."

"That was smooth."

"I know."

"Gosh." She sighed dramatically, although she was smiling. "You're impossible."

He laughed softly. "Still taking me home though."

He leaned in to kiss her. Their lips moved softly against each other, her hand warm against his jaw while one of his rested on her hip, the other braced against the car. He pulled her closer, hands sliding from her waist to her thigh and back again, lifting the hem of her dress slightly.

He felt her smile against his mouth, making him do the same. "Ah fuck." He groaned softly against her lips.

"What?" She pulled away slightly to look at him, eyes lovingly staring at him.

"Don't do that. You make it worse by looking at me like that." He grinned helplessly.

"Make what worse?" She giggled.

"I'm so fuckin' madly in love with you." He pressed his lips against hers again. "Those bloody butterflies..." He wasn't able to finish his sentence, as he quietly laughed at himself being lost for words. "Listen to me, you make me a fuckin' mess."

Aurelia laughed, cheeks flushed pink as her fingers brushed along his jaw.

John looked at her with complete adoration. "I mean it."

"I know you do." Her hand curled gently around his chin. "I love you too John." She kissed him once more. "So much."

John beamed at her words. "Lucky guy I am." He whispered, fingers slipping through her hair.

He pulled Aurelia up from the car and wrapped his arms around her. Hers found their way around his neck. Silence falling between them as they held each other close.

"What d'you think, hm?" He pressed a kiss on her forehead. "One more dance?"

She smiled. "I'd love to."

The villa was quiet when they finally stumbled back inside, the city lights pouring through the massive windows.

John barely got the door shut before pulling her against him.

The kiss was messy from alcohol and laughter, his hands roaming her waist while her fingers tangled into the collar of his shirt. His skin warm beneath her touch.

"Think that dress might actually kill me." He muttered against her lips.

"You've mentioned the dress about fifteen times tonight."

"Because it's been distractin' me for fifteen bloody hours."

She laughed softly and John looked at her like the sound alone might ruin him.

For a brief moment he just held her there, forehead resting against hers, then his mouth curved into that confident grin.

"Bedroom." He decided.

She smirked. "A command?"

"A brilliant suggestion."

Before she could answer, he hooked an arm beneath her legs and lifted her effortlessly. She let out a soft squeal which made him laugh. He carried her down the hallway while she laughed against his shoulder.

Rio glittered behind them like the night had no intention of ending.

Tags: @zablife @brummiereader @murderousginger @lovemissyhoneybee @novashelby @wonderlanddreamer

[zablife]

@peakyltd Daisy, this is stunning! I can't stop staring at all the brilliant colors and your description of the city is magical 😍 I'm pleased to know Sean and Aurelia enjoyed their trip to Brazil! We love to see a cocky, carefree John Shelby!! Tysm for participating in the event 💕

[peakyltd]

@zablife aaaah thanks Lee! 💕 Glad you liked it! I had lots of fun writing this and discovering a different side of these two 🥰

[zablife]

American Teenager

A/N: Listening to Ethel Cain and having thoughts. Peaky Blinders modern AU.

The Starks and Shelbys were neighbors, coexisting side by side in the heat of the delta. On more than once occasion, Lizzie's mama told her not to go near the Shelby boys. "Daddy's on death row," young Finn would tell anyone who would listen, his faith in nothing more than make believe. His older brothers knew better, attempting to hide the family's shame beneath a varnish of patriotism, all three enlisting straight out of high school. John was the star quarterback, full of hope and promise. He came home in a box and mama said maybe he wanted it that way. Lizzie saw it for what it was, another red heart taken by the American dream. If Jesus was there, she felt awfully alone. So when Tommy came home, she was waiting beneath the glow of the street light across from the bus station to walk him home and she never left.

[peakyltd]

Oh Leeee! I love this!

This is an amazing spin on the whole Peaky Blinders universe and so very fitting 😍

Also the moodboard is STUNNING!

[cilianmurphys]

he looks so good in glasses

[strategicone]

No jacket, just waistcoat 🔥

[bluebellinbakerstreet]

Thomas Shelby riding Monaghan Boy Peaky Blinders S01 / E01

[murderousginger]

John, the heart of the Shelby family

It's the end of the night, everything is winding down and the boys are finally ready to sleep. The snow is gone, the whiskey is gone, and the cigarettes have lost their appeal.

Arthur's already started dozing in place and John's swung his arm over his brother as he stares off and lives inside his head. It's in the dead of night, when everyone's passed out or sleeping, that John can remove the mask of being the funny one, the goofy one, the light. He's just as dark as his brothers, broken from the war and the loved ones he's lost, but he knows his place and does his job. As long as he does his part he knows that Arthur and Tommy will do theirs and what family they have left will be taken care of. They'll keep going.

Shelbys might see spirits and walk with death, but it's his job to make it a joke. Make the journey tolerable as they trek. He keeps the boyish attitude because someone has to. Someone has to pretend that they didn't lose their playful nature and that it can be rekindled in the others, stoked from the depths of pain and loss.

John takes his job seriously and acts as if it's effortless, if only to keep his brothers grounded and present. Arthur's the brawn. Tommy's the brain. But John is the heart.

[peakyltd]

Oh i loved this 🥺 This is so fitting for him and he definitely has such a big heart. The way you described how his mask falls when everyone’s asleep, matches his character so perfectly as well ❤️

[lucachangrettas]

PEAKY BLINDERS | S03E04

[peakyltd]

Postcard from… Rio de Janeiro

Modern John Shelby x OC Aurelia Aston

A/N: I joined @zablife ‘s Postcard game. So sorry it took me a while but it was really fun to dive into! Hope you enjoy it! Also, I got a bit carried away with the blurb so it's a bit longer 🤭

Warnings: Hinting of sexual themes (of course 👀)

Words: 1.1k

Divider by @strangergraphics

The villa sat high above Rio, all white stone and glass walls, its infinity pool glowing blue against the dark. Below, the city glittered like scattered gold, music drifted up from the beach while the ocean crashed endlessly against the shore.

Aurelia stood out on the terrace in a short, white dress, delicate jewelry decorating her body while she looked over the sea. Warm wind moved softly trough her curled hair. Somewhere behind her, John was arguing in broken Portuguese over the strength of their drinks, with the private bartender he had hired for the night.

"Sir." The bartender laughed, shaking his head. "Too strong."

"That's the bloody point." John smirked.

Aurelia chuckled at her boyfriend's stubbornness.

John emerged from inside, carrying two caipirinhas. His sunglasses rested on top of his head despite it being night. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tattoos disappearing beneath the cuffs of his linen shirt. Sharp lettering, faded cards and a razor blade somewhere lost along his arm. It wouldn't surprise her if he had gotten half of them at three in the morning while he was drunk and furious.

"You're staring." Aurelia teased.

John handed her one of the drinks. "Can you blame me?"

"You've seen me all day."

"Still not over it." He looked her up and down slowly before he took a sip of his drink. "Risky thing to wear around me, sweetheart."

She laughed. "You're even worse on holiday."

"No." He smirked, stepping closer. "I'm relaxed." His hand settled on her hip as he pressed a soft kiss to her neck. "Anyway." He murmured, nodding toward the beach below. "Ready for that party?"

Music thundered across the sand beneath swinging palms. Strings of lights glowed above them while tourists and locals danced together barefoot. Somewhere nearby, fireworks cracked trough the sky.

John fit into the scene effortlessly, one hand in his pocket, drink in the other while moving through crowds like he owned them while Aurelia held onto his arm.

She caught at least three women staring at him within a couple of minutes. The smug grin John gave her told her he had noticed it too.

"Oh don't start." She rolled her eyes playfully.

"What?"

"You know exactly what."

He leaned down near her ear, voice full with amusement. "Bit hard not to notice people admiring the view."

"The view?" She tilted her head slightly, shaking her head but an amused smile betrayed her.

"You." His thumb brushed along her chin. "And maybe me a little."

Aurelia rolled her eyes again but couldn't help but laugh.

"To be fair." He tilted her face up before kissing her softly. "I saw at least ten men looking at you."

"Of course you did, John." She chuckled, her hand resting softly on his arm.

The music changed gradually, turning into something faster and dirtier. John set his drink down and held a hand out toward her. "C'mon."

"You're serious?"

"Darlin', I'm good at everythin'." He answered smoothly.

The second she stepped into him, his hand settled confidently at her waist. John danced with confidence rather than precision, all sharp hips and easy rhythm. He spun her beneath glowing lights while the ocean breeze tangled through her hair. The alcohol warmed everything, the music louder, his grin rougher and the tension between them impossible to ignore.

She laughed breathlessly against his shoulder. "Where the hell did you learn this?"

He smirked widely. "Got a lotta hidden talents."

"Oh my god." She laughed.

By the time midnight blurred into something closer to dawn, they were drunk on too much dancing, too many drinks and each other.

Aurelia sat laughing on the hood of the Ferrari John had insisted he needed, while he stood between her knees, one hand resting against her thigh. His shirt hung open now, enough to reveal more ink across his chest.

"You know." She murmured, tracing one of the tattoos lazily with her fingertip. "You become even more arrogant when you drink."

John caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. "And you become even prettier."

"That was smooth."

"I know."

"Gosh." She sighed dramatically, although she was smiling. "You're impossible."

He laughed softly. "Still taking me home though."

He leaned in to kiss her. Their lips moved softly against each other, her hand warm against his jaw while one of his rested on her hip, the other braced against the car. He pulled her closer, hands sliding from her waist to her thigh and back again, lifting the hem of her dress slightly.

He felt her smile against his mouth, making him do the same. "Ah fuck." He groaned softly against her lips.

"What?" She pulled away slightly to look at him, eyes lovingly staring at him.

"Don't do that. You make it worse by looking at me like that." He grinned helplessly.

"Make what worse?" She giggled.

"I'm so fuckin' madly in love with you." He pressed his lips against hers again. "Those bloody butterflies..." He wasn't able to finish his sentence, as he quietly laughed at himself being lost for words. "Listen to me, you make me a fuckin' mess."

Aurelia laughed, cheeks flushed pink as her fingers brushed along his jaw.

John looked at her with complete adoration. "I mean it."

"I know you do." Her hand curled gently around his chin. "I love you too John." She kissed him once more. "So much."

John beamed at her words. "Lucky guy I am." He whispered, fingers slipping through her hair.

He pulled Aurelia up from the car and wrapped his arms around her. Hers found their way around his neck. Silence falling between them as they held each other close.

"What d'you think, hm?" He pressed a kiss on her forehead. "One more dance?"

She smiled. "I'd love to."

The villa was quiet when they finally stumbled back inside, the city lights pouring through the massive windows.

John barely got the door shut before pulling her against him.

The kiss was messy from alcohol and laughter, his hands roaming her waist while her fingers tangled into the collar of his shirt. His skin warm beneath her touch.

"Think that dress might actually kill me." He muttered against her lips.

"You've mentioned the dress about fifteen times tonight."

"Because it's been distractin' me for fifteen bloody hours."

She laughed softly and John looked at her like the sound alone might ruin him.

For a brief moment he just held her there, forehead resting against hers, then his mouth curved into that confident grin.

"Bedroom." He decided.

She smirked. "A command?"

"A brilliant suggestion."

Before she could answer, he hooked an arm beneath her legs and lifted her effortlessly. She let out a soft squeal which made him laugh. He carried her down the hallway while she laughed against his shoulder.

Rio glittered behind them like the night had no intention of ending.

Tags: @zablife @brummiereader @murderousginger @lovemissyhoneybee @novashelby @wonderlanddreamer

[strangergraphics]

beachy/sea shore dividers:

please like and credit if you use, reblogs are appreciated! thank you! 💕

[thesoldiersminute]

Peaky Blinders S02E01

[writingblus]

i dont "go on walks," i dont "use character sheets" and i dont "plot before writing," i raw dog it, and if it doesnt flow, I FUCKING CRY.

[lapislilium]

John Shelby 🚬🥃

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[peakyltd]

I’m back from my trip!

Definitely been busier than ever 😂 So sorry for everything i’ve missed. I’ll be catching up soon.

I can’t wait to get back into writing again!

Missed all of you lotssss ❤️

[velvetlacenymph]

in another life im riding this every night guys its what i deserve

[peakyltd]

Hellooo darlings!

I’m going on a trip for a few weeks, so I’m not sure if I will be around a lot. Although I do think and hope I have some more time to read (finally!)

I didn’t get to finish chapter 15 of Sons of Small Heath in time. It’s almost done so I will finish it if I can, otherwise it will unfortunately take a little longer.

💕