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[sgtbuckyybarnes]

Stella King + Thomas Shelby 

With tense shoulders and a blush to her cheekbones Stella turned from where she had reached out to fuss the grey mare, a tentative smile coming to her lips as she faced the approaching Tommy Shelby “I just needed some air,” she said in a small voice, allowing her hand to fall back to her side “But I, I can leave,” she said as she stepped away, the grey standing behind her reaching her nose out to nudge her arm.

Nerves swirled in her stomach as her eyes met his, there was a lit cigarette resting between his lips and a flat cap pulled low over his face. With his hands tucked deep into the pockets of his long black coat, she was able to see that his eyes were narrowed as he came closer. Her heart skipped slightly in her chest; he couldn’t have looked more intimidating if he tried. 

But, at the same time, there was something different about him now he was standing on the yard surrounded by the horses. His posture wasn’t as tense as it had been back at the house, his tone wasn’t as snappy and she was pretty sure there was a hint of a smile on his lips as he regarded her. 

“You can stay as long as you like,” he said to her surprise, tugging his hands from his pockets and snuffing his cigarette out on the floor before he slowly approached the filly, who had given up on getting a mint from Stella and was now happily munching on her hay “This is the first time she has settled since she arrived from the sales,” he said running a hand gently down the horse’s neck “You know horses?”

“I’ve been around them my entire life,” Stella said stepping back to her original position and holding her hand out to allow the filly to nuzzle her palm “I don’t have anything for you sweet girl,” she said in a low and gentle tone as she raised her hand to rub it down the long nose being shoved in her personal space “Does she have a name?” she asked looking across to the impressed looking Tommy.

“She does,” he said, looking away and taking a step back. His guard seemed to shoot back up for a second as he added “But no one knows it yet.”

Gathering Storm

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“you’re an angel, flo.”

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Florence ‘Flo’ Finley ✑

“You’re a clever little thing, aren’t you?”

“I’d like to think so, Mr. Shelby.”

[sgtbuckyybarnes]

“She’s their weakness. You get to the girl and that’ll hurt the Shelbys more than anything.”

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OCAppreciation Month - Week 3 (June 23-29): OC Crossovers

Stella King + Gennie Lock

@chlobenet

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Stella King + some of my favourite Peaky Blinders OCs

Winifred Solomons ( @abcbarricadeboys )

Gennie Lock ( @chlobenet )

Bella Picornell ( @john-shelby )

Jessica Jesus ( @chuck-hansens )

Rose Pryor ( @jones-fp )

Carmen Alperin (my newest fave) ( @waiting-for-gadots )

[sgtbuckyybarnes]

Stella King + Tommy Shelby

“Essie, you remember Tommy,” Michael said in a mumble as he gestured over to the man sending them a raised eyebrowed look.

With the confidence given to her by meeting John and Arthur Stella stepped up and held her hand out to Tommy “But please, call me Stella,” she said with a smile.

A smile which soon slid right off her face when he didn’t make the effort to take her hand “We’ve met,” he said shortly, keeping his hands tucked into his pockets before he nodded his head toward Arthur “Come on. We need to get going.”

Gathering Storm

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“I really thought you’d always be the one who was there for me, but you weren’t.” Stella and Michael

Requested by @isaaclahys :)

“Essie?”

Michael’s brow furrowed in confusion as Stella tugged her arm away from his grasp and turned away. Taking a step closer to her he reached out unsuccessfully and his heart, what was left of it, sank to his stomach. He had never seen such a look on her face.

It wasn’t anger or even hurt. Stella was disappointed in him.

“Please just…leave,” she said without looking back to him.

She had excused the drinking, stood by him and tried to help with the dodgy business. The girls hanging off him had hurt but he’d never returned their attention and had always come back to her…

Until now.

Her anger rose up into her chest like hot lava as she actually turned to look at him “Did you even stick around to make sure she was okay?” her voice shook slightly and the angry tears she was hoping would stay away lined her eyes.

“I…of course I did Essie I-”

“You need to stop calling me that,” she said turning around once more and crouching down to tug her bag out from beneath the bed. Dumping it on the quilt she crossed over to the wardrobe and swung it open “And you need to stop looking at me like that,” she continued in a snap, turning back to him and pointing her finger in his face.

“Essie please. What’re you-”

“I’m leaving,” she answered folding up her dresses and pressing them into the bag. She was hurt, she was angry but, most of all, it was the crushing disappointment that was spurring her decision to leave on. She and Michael had always confided in each other, he told her everything…but now he kept more from her than he ever had. She found things out about him from Esme or Polly or even Tommy and he knew how much she valued the truth “This is too much Henry!”

They both paused at the sound of Michael’s old name. As she glanced over to him a single tear made its escape down her cheekbone and she reached up to wipe it away furiously “This is too much,” she repeated in a whisper and with a shake of her head.

“You’re upset, please sit down and talk to me,” he said stepping toward her, his face falling when she flinched away from him and shook her head once more.

“I really thought you’d always be the one who was there for me, but you weren’t,” Stella said dropping her gaze away from him. There was venom in her tone when she spoke again “Because you were encouraging some girl to have a fucking back alley abortion.”

“It wasn’t like that Stella, she asked me to find a place…” letting out a sigh he sank down onto the bed and rubbed his hands down his face. He knew there was no talking his way out of this one, he had fucked up and he’d fucked up terribly “Please let me apologise.”

“Do you think you deserve to?” she asked without looking at him as she continued to pack “I didn’t believe the others when they said you were going to turn out just like Thomas and yet here you are. Worse.”

“Estelle, wait,” Michael said jumping to his feet and reaching out to grasp onto her wrist before she could leave “Please don’t go,” he said in a whisper as he tugged her back around and she fell into his chest.

Pursing her lips together she couldn’t stop herself from burying her face into his shirt, her fingers gripping onto his jacket as she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath “I can’t do this,” she said as she pushed away from him, grasping onto her bag she dragged it with her as she turned her back on him “Goodbye Michael. Please do one thing right and never come look for me.”