The Shelby’s Burden [part 2]

Request: [part 2] I LOVE the Shelbys Burden! But I was wondering too if you could do a second part where she gets into a relationship with Isaiah and she tells him she feels like a burden and he comforts her?

Originally posted by bonniebirdsgifcentre

Turning eighteen was a huge milestone for you, mainly because you thought back to how your life was, and how it could have been if your biological father never dropped you off at Polly’s.

You smiled at all your family as they cheered after you had blown out all the candles of your birthday cake. You wished for your negative feelings about your place in the family to finally go away as you were an adult now. Aunt Polly began to cut the cake, giving the first slices to you and your nieces and nephews first.

You looked around at your family again, barely touching the cake in front of you. They were smiling, talking amongst each other. John and Esmè were as happy as ever while being occupied with another pregnancy. Tommy and Grace were giggling in the corner of the kitchen while Tommy bounced Charlie in his arms. Ada, Lizzie, Finn, and Michael sat around the table with you while talking about going out for the night or not. Arthur and Linda sat quietly, Linda whispering every so often into his ear and Arthur just nodding along.

Your family was happy, but you couldn’t comprehend why you weren’t too.

You weren’t sure why you kept bring youself down by thinking you didn’t belong, and that your family didn’t love you, you were sure they did.

Y/N,” Finn laughed, calling your name for the second time. You turned your attention to your brother, smiling to mask your doubts.

“Yes?”

“I asked if you wanted to go to the Garrison tonight?” Finn asked while chewing on his piece of cake.

“Or we can stay in,” Ada told you after noticing your hesitation. You smiled again and shrugged.

“The Garrison sounds fine.”


Your entire family went to the Garrison an hour later. A trusted friend was taking care of the children and as soon as you all entered the pub, everyone began to leave tables empty for you. Tommy ordered drinks while you spotted your boyfriend from across the pub. He made his way towards you with the biggest of smiles.

“Happy Birthday Y/N!” Isaiah yelled over the loud chatter of the crowded pub. You smiled and engulfed your boyfriend of a couple months in a hug. Your brothers and Polly watched with unimpressed eyes. When Isaiah had first asked you on a date, you decided it was best not to hide it from your family. They only really allowed you to date a Peaky Blinder because you were honest with them about the relationship and Isaiah was a trusted friend, more like a brother to the men in your family.

Michael sighed, cutting between you and Isaiah to separate your hug. You rolled your eyes, it was typical of Michael and Finn to constantly ruin a moment for you and Isaiah as they had felt the most weary about the relationship than the rest of the family and it was only because Finn and Michael were closest to Isaiah.

“Here then,” Michael handed you and Isaiah a glass of champagne. “To Y/N!” Michael yelled over he loud voices of the bar and raised his glass. You smiled as the rest of your family followed suit, including Isaiah.

After a round of everyone hugging you and drunkily kissing your cheeks, you were finally left alone with Isaiah in the private room. The door was open as to not alarm your family and you sat side by side. You were playing with Isaiah’s fingers that was placed on your lap, and you felt his stare on the side of your face.

“Stop staring, Isaiah.” You mumbled, feeling tipsy from the glasses of champagne that kept coming your way.

“Not until you tell me what’s bothering you.”

You looked over at Isaiah, your eyebrows pulling together. He always did know when you were in a mood and you thought it was a gift as no one else would be able to tell when you were down. Isaiah wasn’t nearly as drunk as you were, he was barely tipsy. He had only drank rum before you arrived, and to show your family he cared for you, he stopped drinking and substituted drinks for cigars.

“How do you always do that?” You turned your gaze back to your lap, your shoulders slacking.

“Because I know my girlfriend. Now, tell me what’s wrong.” Isaiah gripped onto your fiddling fingers, interwining your hands. You looked up at him, feeling your eyes sting with unshed tears and looked away again, muttering under your breath.

“It’s silly.”

Isaiah squeezed your hand in his, releasing your hand and moving his arm to curl around your shoulders. “It’s not silly if you’re going to cry over it. Please tell me, Y/N. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You looked up again, feeling tears stream down your cheeks. You rolled your eyes and rubbed the tears away with the back of your hand.

“Y/N,” Isaiah pulled you closer to him. He had little experience with girlfriends, let alone comforting one, but as soon as he saw his girlfriend’s beautiful face become sad with tears: he knew exactly what to do.

Be there for you as best as he could.

“My biological mother visited me,” you cried. Isaiah pulled away from you slightly, eyes wide. “It wasn’t recent,” you told him. He nodded, beckoning you to continue. “It was three years ago, she said awful things to me and I,” you shook your head, placing your head on Isaiah’s shoulder, welcoming the warmth of the close proximity your bodies brought to each other. Isaiah rubbed you back, letting you know you were okay.

“I think the woman was right,” you finally choked out. Although Isaiah was still unsure of what you spoke about, he pulled you even closer as sobs escaped you. “I’m just a bastard child, a burden to my family, to Polly.”

Isaiah pulled away completely and you missed his body against yours. He faced his body towards you, placing his hands on either side of your waist so that you could look at him. Isaiah looked disappointed.

“Why the hell would you say that?” Isaiah’s voice rose slightly.

Because,” you cried. “Aunt Polly has Michael now, her son. And to my brothers, I’m just Arthur Shelby’s bastard, born from a whore.” You placed your hands over your face, embarrasment riddling you. “They all have their own families now, I’m just here. Floating in the family like a stranger.”

“Y/N,” Isaiah cupped your face in his hands. “Don’t you dare say that. I’m sorry for what I’m about to say, but fuck your biological mother for being a swine and telling you things that aren’t true.”

You looked at Isaiah through your tears.

“Look,” he said. He twisted your face to look out of the open door to see your family laughing loudly and getting drunk off their asses. “What do you think they’re here for? They’re here to celebrate your birthday.”

You felt your shoulders relax and your tears stop. You suddenly felt foolish for crying over something a woman who wanted nothing to do with you in the first place said. You looked back out the door, and felt Isaiah kiss your cheek gently.

“You’re right where you belong, Y/N.”

You looked at Isaiah as he handed you his handkercheif. You wiped your tears away.

“You’re family loves you, all they ever have to say about you is good things.”

“Really?” Your smile widened. Isaiah nodded, a smile forming on his own face.

“Really.”

You leaned into your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck and drunkily kissing his plump lips. He held onto your waist, kissing you back with as much passion. He leaned his forehead against yours, his heart beating rapidly against his chest as he thought of what he’s been wanting to tell you since you started dating.

“I love you, Y/N. You will never be a burden to me either.”

You gasped looking at your boyfriend with a blush and a big smile. “I love you.” You leaned in and kissed Isaiah once again. This kiss was far more intimate than any you have shared with him before, and you found youself ready to give him a piece of your heart. You were lucky to have caught the eye of Isaiah Jesus, but he felt like the lucky one too.

“Y/N!” Tommy interrupted your kiss and both you and Isaiah jumped away from each other. Tommy was too drunk to really process what was going on, but Grace smiled at you from over Tommy’s shoulder. “Come out here, your missing your party.”

You looked at Isaiah, giving him one last hug before you sprang to your feet and englufed your brother in a hug. His drink spilled slightly and he extended the cigar he was holding out of your way, hugging you back.

“I love you so much, Tommy.” You mumbled into his shoulder. He smiled, patting your head as he told you he loved you just the same. Grace smiled at Isaiah, wondering how you had gotten in such a better mood than a couple of hours ago. You then englufed Grace into a hug and told her how much you loved her too.

Soon, you had hugged everyone and told them how much they meant to you and that you loved them. They all just figured you were incredibly drunk and in a good mood because it was your birthday.

But you had actually come to the realization that you weren’t a burden, and were hardly a bastard child.

You were a Shelby, inside and out.


a/n; (Isaiah has been added if you want to request an imagine with him.) So I really liked the anon’s request and wrote this right away… I should probably start doing my requests in order! -e

@soclose-sofaraway
@laurercohan
@decaffeinatedeaglefart
@thinemineours
@onceitoowasinnocent
@feminist-daydreamer
@mashdown13
@thinkingsofamadwoman

The Shelby’s Burden [part 1]

Summary: [part 1] You were the half sister of the Shelby’s, from Arthur Shelby Sr., and a woman he paid to sleep with on a regular basis. The woman left you with Arthur, claiming she was too young to care for a child and that you were better off without her. She left for America soon after, and no one has heard from her since. Arthur who had just abandoned his other children, left you at the doorstep of Polly’s home. The boys kept their distance from you, except Finn who was only a year older than you and Ada. It took time for the boys to get accustomed to their half-sibling, but eventually you become the Shelby that’s looked after the most. (Basically fluff.)

Originally posted by amydyrs

When you were born, aunt Polly said she went and visited your mother. She had known about the baby, and was already questioning the woman who gave birth to you and Arthur Shelby Sr.. He already had a history of abandoning his children, especially at birth. Polly said the woman wouldn’t even carry you after birth and instead go high from cocaine. She said she felt lucky that Arthur dropped you off all those years ago and she was able to adopt you as her own. A lot of the times, you called her mother, or just Polly. You’d always been confused on where to place her as far as parenting went, but you were always assured that you could think of her as you pleased, but after noticing how happy she became when you called her mother, you decided to continue to do so.

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Requested by @thinemineours - May I ask for prompt #22 with Tommy Shelby? Thanks!
Prompts – 22 – ‘Oh god, he’s serious.’

Word Count – 556

Characters – Tommy x Reader


You were sitting in Polly’s house holding a cloth filled with eye to your right eye, since it was changing into a pale yellow colour. You had had an encounter with your ex and it hadn’t gone well.
‘I’ve phoned Tommy.’ Polly said as she came back into the room. You looked up and removed the ice.
‘Polly, there was no need.’ You said and she took your hand with the ice and raised it to your eye, pressing it firmly on, causing you to flinch.
‘Keep it on. Plus, Tommy will have my head if I didn’t tell him.’ She said as she lute a cigarette.
‘Polly thank you, but he’s going to cause some unneeded argument and fight.’ You sighed, she turned and looked at you causing you to shut up.


It had been a couple of hours and you were sitting on the couch as Polly sat across from you as you were talking about random stuff when the door was knocked and then swung open. You didn’t bother to look up knowing it was Thomas.
‘Thomas.’ Polly said. He didn’t respond just walked around to come and crouch in front of you. You smiled at him as he removed the ice from your eye. You flinch as the air hit it. It had now completely closed over and was probably purple and blue. Tommy reached up and touched it gently and you pulled bac hissing in pain. He stood up abruptly.
‘Tommy.’ You said as you stood and he turned and looked at you.
‘Don’t.’ You said and he knew what you were talking about.
‘He deserves to be punished. He hit you.’ Tommy said and you shook your head.
‘I know, it’s kinda hard to forget.’ You said sarcastically. He sighed. You knew he wanted what was best for you. You put the ice back on the eye.
‘Don’t do anything stupid or anything that will get any of you put in jail.’ You said to him and he looked up nodding.
‘It’s fine. I’m going to hide his body where no one can find it.’ He said as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.
‘Oh god, he’s serious.’ You said as you sat back down and Polly came back into the room with a cup of tea.
‘Don’t worry, sweetie.’ She said as she handed you the tea.


You had been waiting for Tommy to come back to see what he had down. You stood up and walked over to the mirror and examined your eye. As you were looking at you eye, the door opened and Tommy walked as you turned around you crossed your arms over your chest.
‘What did you do to him?’ You asked him. He looked up.
‘Nothing.’ He replied.
‘Don’t say nothing, cause you don’t ever do nothing.’ You said to him as you walked over.
‘Fine, I confronted him.’ Tommy said as sat on the couch.
‘How badly hurt is he?’ You asked as you placed a hand on his shoulder.
‘He knows not to mess with a Peaky Blinders gal.’ Tommy said. You stepped back.
‘Who said I was a Peaky Blinder’s gal?’ You asked him.
‘Me.’ He said not giving you a chance you say another word as he stood up and captured your lips, pulling you close.

Originally posted by meandmyseries

People Need To Write More Peaky Blinders Imagines

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Tommy, if you haven’t got a bird here, you’re gonna have to tell us something.

Ask Polly.

Not Michael?

What?

Not Michael… no?

NoNot Michael, no, ‘cause Michael deals with legitimate business.

You saw him before us.