Arthur From Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

I just don’t know who-- “Penny for your thoughts.” I flinch and turn around at the source of the playful voice. And of course, there’s Arthur. Standing two inches away from me. I step back and almost push him, but I don’t want to touch him, not when he has no shirt on and his muscular, lean torso is in full display. “Don’t scare me like that!” “I’m sorry,” he says, but he sounds like he had fun. “I just don’t like the way you’re looking at those weapons when you have something more interesting to look at.”

“Arthur.” The answer was not what I expected and for a moment I could not respond. Arthur had hidden records, amended trusts, launched investigations and preserved secrets. The more Evelyn spoke, the less he sounded like a distant dead man and the more he felt like someone still standing behind all of us, moving pieces with a hand nobody had seen clearly.

Simon nearly screamed in my face, his voice breaking towards the end. It felt like I had been doused in cold water at his words, no matter how stubborn I wanted to be, I knew that I couldn’t ignore the fact that he had just saved me, but the way he had called my name, I didn’t want to accept it. He didn’t get to call me like that if he was hell bent on acting like a dick. “I would have been fine, Arthur.” The game left a bitter taste in my mouth and I turned around, throwing one last look at the wolf on the floor that flies were starting to gather before attempting to walk away.

"I heard you and Arthur talking about sacrificing me. As in killing me." "You must have misheard." "No offense but why should I believe you about any of this?" I asked, tossing my hands out. "Arthur wouldn't hurt you." "I'm not so sure." Anthony sighed in resignation. "I know how private Arthur is but let me tell you a little bit about him," he said. I slid closer to him on the couch so he could speak more quietly. "Please, go on. I'm all ears," I answered. "When Arthur was a pup, he witnessed his father being killed."

“Arthur...“ “It started...magically. Like gravity had pulled us in. Our heartbeats were synched. Our thoughts aligned. Like we were fated to be each other's other half.“ Arthur Belmont had survived the foggy morning, gruesome accident that claimed the lives of his parents at the age of 10. He was the only survivor. But it was at a price. His sight was gone. Orphaned and blinded on the same day, Arthur Belmont knew his life would never go back as it was. His perfect life was gone. Memories of that tragic morning haunted his nights. His dreams became nightmares. He was a traumatized, blind kid. Every night, he yelled for his parents, begging them to come take him. This new life wasn't somethin

Territory disputes. "No. Arthur killed them." Everything stopped. My heart. My breathing. "Wait." My voice came out hoarse. "Don't tell me it's the Arthur. Aurora mate" "Yes. It's the same Arthur. Arthur Hendrix." Of course it was. Who else could it be? The man was a walking nightmare, a monster in a pretty package. I'd known that the moment he stabbed me, the moment I saw the emptiness in his eyes as he drove that blade into my chest.

Can’t say I regret it, ‘cause the chaos would’ve swallowed me whole otherwise. Arthur’s this really tall, bulky college guy. Twenty-one with dark red hair like a ruddy stop sign, and green eyes that seem to glimmer even when he’s spillin’ sugar all over the counter. Dead cheerful though, proper sunshine, but slow in business. Still, he’s dragged in a gaggle of ladies who queue up just to gawp at him like he’s some weirdo fairytale prince, instead of a clumsy barista who can’t steam milk without creatin’ Mount Everest in foam.

Xavier's most of the men already shot dead but with whatever number he entered, he couldn't believe that dickhead. Arthur got down from the car and wore a bullet proof jacket. Slowly taking the elevator he reached the 17th floor. Motioning his men to take further steps he carefully reached the suit. Leaning at the door he tried to eavesdrop on the situation inside. After a good two minutes Arthur barged into the room pointing the gun straight.

Seeing his dad kneeling before a nobody, Mavin laughed out hard. "What? Dad, you want me to kneel before a piece of shit? You've gone, crazy dad!" Mavin shook his head, denying that Arthur could ever be a rich person. He couldn't accept the possibility of Arthur being a Stark. With a sigh, Arthur looked away from Mavin and gestured to security. "Get this idiot and his dad out of my face." Arthur demanded coldly. Seeing the security guards approaching him, on Arthur's orders, Mavin was regretting what he just did, more than that he was confused.

~LIAM POV~ I looked down at Arthur. His face was a mess of blood and bruises, and he was staring up at me with something that might have been fear or might have been vindication because he had always known I was violent, had always known I didn't belong in their world. I climbed off him slowly, every muscle in my body still twisted tight with the need to hit something, and I stepped back with my hands in fists at my sides. Arthur rolled onto his side, coughing, one hand coming up to his bleeding nose.