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pinguwrites · 9 months

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Cillian Murphy & Characters

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𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲 (𝐫𝐩𝐟)

This is not a reflection of Cillian Murphy's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to harm him or his family in any way. DNI if you're a Yvonne hater. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

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Sweet, Little Girl | 1k, dark!reader You're Cillian Murphy's next door neighbor. You're young and innocent, and he's an attractive older man—surely he must be the one taking advantage of you . . . right?

A Daughter's Duty | 1.4k, dark!cillian x stepdaughter!reader You’re stepfather has made a habit of sneaking into your room at night to use you, even when you don’t want it.

A Father and a Lover | 1.1k, dark!stepdaughter!reader Cillian Murphy is trying to be a good dad for you. It proves more difficult than he expected.

⸻ drabbles

You milk Cillian of his babies

Your favorite actor flirts with you

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 (𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬)

Peaky Blinders characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

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In The Light of the Moon | 5k, dark!tommy x innocent!reader Having enough of being mistreated by your family, you decide to runaway to the small town of Birmingham. There, you meet the feared gangster, Thomas Shelby, whose intentions with you are less than pure.

To Lend a Hand | 3.2k, sister!reader After catching your brother masturbating, you decide to go to him for help in a matter you've been struggling with — the art of pleasure, and specifically, how to do it for yourself.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: Tommy takes you from behind

Drabble: Tommy wishes you were his

⸻ series

Black Heart | poc!american!reader, age-gap, slow burn

𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲)

The Dark Knight Trilogy characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

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You Set My Soul Alight | 5k, enemies to lovers You and Jonathan Crane have always been at odds. One day, Crane comes to you with a plea to enticing to resist, and you find this the perfect opportunity to put him in his place.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: yandere!jonathan kidnaps you

𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 (𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬)

Watching The Detectives characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

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Drabble: you catch your boyfriend Neil eating out his fleshlight

Drabble: dark!neil refuses to pull out

𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 (𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬)

Red Lights characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

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Our True Nature | 4.4k, psychic!reader Despite your great abilities you've pursued a humble life, looking for others like you. Your search comes to an end when you realize that your professor's assistant, Tom Buckley — the one you've been harboring a secret crush on — is a psychic, just like you.

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Drabble: Tom can’t help but breed you

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞)

PHOTO COMING SOON

The Edge of Love characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

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Home Is Where the Heart Is | 9k, future!reader You don't think much of the box when it arrives at your front door. That is, until you open it and are transported decades into the past. There, you fall into the arms of a handsome soldier, who is intent on making you stay.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: William gets needy when he's jealous

Drabble: William fakes a PTSD nightmare

Drabble: dark!william teases and degrades whore!reader in semi-public

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Inception characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: you degrade and overstimulate Rob

Death Junior (only one fic for now)

Robert Oppenheimer (only one fic for now)

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy x y/n #fanfiction #pinguwrites #thomas shelby x reader #robert fischer x reader #robert oppenheimer x reader #death junior x reader #neil lewis x reader #william killick x reader #tom buckley x reader #jonathan crane x reader

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sigyn-foxyposts · 1 month

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"My versions of the Cawthon family" Fnaf affinity AU!

‼️Not based on the creator of FNAF‼️

Note: Mobox sold some of the characters I've included and I'll be crediting them.

Owner credit: @sunny-paw Maggie (renamed Maria)

Owner credit: @aftonsocks Thomas

Since this family was my favorite, I couldn't resist the urge to write about my versions of them. Most of what this is either made up or used to be cannon to Mobox87's original and older AU! I hope you like it! :3

Name: Scott Cawthon.

Nickname: Scotty

Nationality: British (Moved to America)

Scott is very clumsy and skittish.

Has always struggled mentally, thanks to his childhood being quite rough.

Has undiagnosed ADHD.

Likes to keep things organized.

Hates when someone is disobedient.

Suffers from insomnia.

He has a high pain tolerance and often gets injured, hence the many bandages he is wearing. Maggie puts them on.

Feels horrible for not being able to realize that Vincent was guilty for his children & many's deaths.

Scott is phone guy and tape guy!

Scott didn't actually die after the animatronics attacked and stuffed him into a suit, he was just severely injured.

Despite being in pain, he managed to stay alive until someone found him. After that incident he decided to retire.

He commits suicide, suffocating during the fnaf 6 fire together with Michael.

Scott is a hard working man that love's his family more than anything, but struggles to keep the stability going. Not only does he specialize with dangerous animatronics at work along side his brother Vincent, who creates questionable design choices for their creations. He has always struggled mentally and because of the lack of sleep he is getting, he gets injured and problems often arise at home. He tries to be a better husband to Maggie and father to his sons..but has to admit he is far from perfect. He retired from Fazbear entertainment after the tragedies and focused on his remaining family, returning during fnaf 6 to aid Michael and decided he would commit suicide with them.

Name: Margaret Cawthon.

Nickname: Maggie.

Maiden name: Fritz.

Nationality: Norwegian.

She is a natural redhead.

Has dyed her hair dark and cut it multiple times through her life.

She went to medical school and worked as a nurse for a few years.

She retired early and became a stay at home mom when she got pregnant.

Has a slight drinking problem and hates how addicted she is to it.

She suffers from compassion fatigue.

Developed depression and erratic behavior after the disappearances.

Feels guilty for Thomas's death because she was drinking that night and asked Scott to get him. (He was working late)

After Scott died in the fire, she went back to her drinking habits and died from liver failure. (Basically suicide)

Margaret Cawthon is a stay at home mother who often finds herself stressed over not just her sons, but also her husband. Thanks to his recklessness at work and his horrible sleep schedules, along with his mental health. Maggie and Scott tend to argue a lot about his well being and over how they should manage things in their household, which often ends up going nowhere. This caused her to pick up a small drinking habit that she tries her best to hide from everyone, especially her children. After the missing children's incident she went completely off the rails and had to be sent away to the mental hospital by Scott. She really struggled, especially with the guilt of not being able to protect her kids. Eventually she would be able to return back to Scott and their remaining son, raising him.

Name: Thomas Fritz Cawthon.

Nickname: Tom.

Age: 13 (When he died)

Struggles with anxiety.

His favorite animatronic is puppet.

He really likes collecting porcelain dolls.

Enjoys listening to the music box because it was a lullaby his parents used to comfort him with as a baby.

Thomas is left handed!

The lefty animatronic was based on a stuffed teddy bear he owned.

Later Scott recreated Lefty as a animatronic to capture Thomas.

Like Scott he is also clumsy and skittish.

He is very pale and easily gets bruised.

To avoid people assuming bad things about his home life, he wears make-up, long sleeves and pants.

He originally wore make-up to just hide his bruises but started to enjoy it!

Scott and Maggie find this adorable and often she helps him experiment around with her make-up stash!

Even though he keeps calm under stressful situations, when conflicts arises his anxiety skyrockets.

He knows Maggie has a drinking problem but hasn't said that he knows.

He hates when his parents argue because of how Bart got injured once.

His favorite cousin is Chris, who he heavily sympathizes with!

Vincent stabbed Thomas multiple times out of drunken rage, leaving him outside to bleed out slowly in the rain.

Thomas is the oldest son and takes a lot after both his parents. He is quite gloomy, clumsy and introverted but a passionate caretaker like Maggie. He is very protective of his siblings and the missing children after he is killed by Vincent outside of the pizzeria. The reason he died was because he was waiting for Scott to finish working after Maggie forgot to pick him up. At first he blamed both his parents for his death, but stopped holding a grudge against them when he realized Scott and Michael tried to free them behind the scenes.

Name: Bartholomew Fritz Cawthon.

Nickname: Bart.

Age: 8 (When he died)

Has ADHD.

His favorite animal is the fox, hence why he loves and adores foxy.

He has an obsession with pirates and pretends to be one all the time!

His favorite holiday is Halloween.

He likes to tease and be the annoying younger brother towards Thomas.

Sings those kids nursery rhymes 24/7.

Hates loud shouting and glass breaking after he was accidentally hit during an argument between Scott and Maggie.

His favorite cousin is Brandy because she likes playing pirates with him!

Vincent lured Bart to parts and service, breaking his kneecaps, cutting of his hand and slicing his throat. It was so deep he pretty much decapitated him.

Bartholomew also known as Bart for short, is the second oldest son. He is hyperactive and outgoing to the fullest, insisting he is the leader of any group he comes across, siblings or friendships. You'll often see him wearing pirate gears and singing songs, dragging around his younger brother who happily follows. Bart always unintentionally gets himself into trouble, even if it isn't his fault and while he loves his father.. Hates being punished by him. After he was killed by his own uncle Vincent, like the other missing children he can't trust adults and is very aggressive. Even to his own father Scott, when he figured out he possessed Foxy and tried to communicate with him.

Name: Matthew Fritz Cawthon

Nickname: Matt.

Age: 3 (in 1984)

He is somewhere on the autism spec.

His favorite animatronic is balloon boy.

Balloon boy was inspired by Matthew's younger appearance and made by Scott.

He has a huge sweetooth and will try to steal sweets when no one is watching!

He loves to celebrate and attend parties because it's exciting to him!

While he doesn't look like the type, he thrives in others happiness.

Which he sadly didn't get at home often!

His favorite hobby is arts and crafts and he actually helped decorate the pizzeria along with other children.

His favorite cousin is Elizabeth because she offered him ice cream once.

Matthew Is the youngest son and the only surviving family member of the Afton and Cawthon family after Michael. As a child he was a bubbly boy filled with laughter, often finding himself following others around rather than leading the way like his older brother Bart. He was very young when his brothers disappeared and when he got older he struggled remembering them. When Maggie was sent away to the mental hospital, Scott retired to take care of him and was finally able to improve his parental skills. When Matthew became an adult he started working under Fazbear entertainment despite the history it held.

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shoshiwrites · 10 months

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Band of Brothers Ages: IRL vs. Actors

Did you know that according to a 1947 study, almost half the men who served in WWII were still under age 26 by the end of the war?

What this is : A (very long) post comparing the ages of the actors in Band of Brothers vs. the IRL figures they are portraying.

Background: Did I need to do this? No. Did anyone ask for this? Also no. Did I do it anyway? Yes.

Disclaimers: This is SUPER approximate for the most part. I based IRL ages off of D-Day unless otherwise noted, and actor ages off of January 1, 2000, the year filming took place (the latter is where the most variation will be because I didn't try to figure out what month filming started). I also didn't fact-check birthdays beyond googling. Most are sourced from the Band of Brothers and Military Wikis on fandom.com, Wikipedia, and IMDb.

I broke them up into rough categories, which are, again, approximate. I know I often forget how young the real life people were here, and this was a good reminder of that. I also found it interesting to see which actors were actually younger than their roles!

Check it all out under the cut ⬇️

~10+ years older

Dale Dye (55) as Col. Robert F. Sink (39) (~16 years)

Michael Cudlitz (35) as Denver "Bull" Randleman (23) (~12)

Marc Warren (32) as Albert Blithe (20) (~12)

Rocky Marshall (33) as Earl J. McClung (21) (~12)

Frank John Hughes (32) as William J. Guarnere (21) (~11)

Neal McDonough (33) as Lynn D. (Buck) Compton (22) (~11)

Dexter Fletcher (33) as John W. Martin (22) (~11)

~5+ years older

Simon Schatzberger (32) as Joseph A. Lesniewski (23) (~9)

Richard Speight Jr. (30) Warren H. (Skip) Muck (22) (~8)

Jason O'Mara (30) as Thomas Meehan (22) (~8)

Ron Livingston (32) as Lewis Nixon (25) (~7)

Donnie Wahlberg (30) as C. Carwood Lipton (24) (~6)

Matthew Settle (30) as Ronald C. Speirs (24) (~6)

Nolan Hemmings (28) as Charles E. "Chuck" Grant (22) (~6)

Douglas Spain (25) as Antonio C. Garcia (19) (~6)

George Calil (26) as James H. "Mo" Alley Jr. (21) (~5)

Rick Gomez (27) as George Luz (22) (~5 year)

Scott Grimes (28) as Donald G. Malarkey (23) (~5)

Stephen Graham (26) as Myron "Mike" Ranney (21) (~5)

~less than 5 years older

Shane Taylor (25) as Eugene G. Roe (21) (~4)

Tim Matthews (23) as Alex M. Penkala Jr. (19) (~4)

Matthew Leitch (24) as Floyd M. "Tab" Talbert (20) (~4)

Peter O'Meara (30) as Norman S. Dike Jr. (26) (~4)

Tom Hardy (22) as John A. Janovec (18) (~4)

Rick Warden (28) as Harry F. Welsh (25) (~3)

Kirk Acevedo (28) as Joseph D. Toye (25) (~3)

Eion Bailey (25) as David Kenyon Webster (22) (~3)

Craig Heaney (26) as Roy W. Cobb (29) (~3)

Damian Lewis (28) as Richard D. Winters (26) (~2)

Robin Laing as Edward J. "Babe" Heffron (~2, 21/23)

Ben Caplan (26) as Walter S. "Smokey" Gordon Jr. (24) (~2)

David Schwimmer (32) as Herbert M. Sobel (33) (~1 year)

Michael Fassbender (22) as Burton P. "Pat" Christenson (21) (~1)

Colin Hanks (22) as Lt. Henry Jones (21) (~1) (age around Bastogne)

Bart Ruspoli (23) as Edward J. Tipper (22) (~1)

~Same age

Peter Youngblood Hills as Darrell C. "Shifty" Powers (21)

Mark Huberman as Lester "Les" Hashey (19)

Younger

Lucie Jeanne (23) as Renée Lemaire (30) (age around Bastogne) (~7)

Ross McCall (23) as Joseph D. Liebgott (29) (~6)

Simon Pegg (29) as William S. Evans (~33) (~4)

Philip Barantini (19) as Wayne A. "Skinny" Sisk (22) (~3)

James Madio (24) as Frank J. Perconte (27) (~3)

Stephen McCole (25) as Frederick "Moose" Heyliger (27) (~2)

Matt Hickey (~16) as Patrick S. O'Keefe (18) (~2)

Incomplete/not found

Phil McKee as Maj. Robert L. Strayer (34)

Rene L. Moreno as Joseph Ramirez (30)

Doug Allen as Alton M. More (24)

David Nicolle as Lt. Thomas A. Peacock (24)

Rebecca Okot as Anna (Augusta Chiwy) (24) (age around Bastogne)

Alex Sabga-Brady as Francis J. Mellet (23)

Mark Lawrence as William H. Dukeman Jr. (22)

Nicholas Aaron as Robert E. (Popeye) Wynn (22)

Peter McCabe as Donald B. Hoobler (21)

Marcos D'Cruze as Joseph P. Domingus (not found)

#ty mercurygray for that sweet sweet jstor access #band of brothers #uhh one more disclaimer it's entirely possible that i mistyped stuff here and that i switched ages/etc.#i did try to proofread though!#anyway. i apologize if anyone has already done this.#shoshi.txt #sort of #it's also very possible that i spent too much time online today

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cassie48 · 1 year

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•Safe and sound•

Pair: oc x Thomas shelby (platonic)

Warning: attempts of kidnapping, violence, crying, use of a gun

𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗺, 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀. 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

Rose shelby was an energetic six year old. She loved horses, dolls, her aunt and her older brothers. Tommy was her favorite, though she wouldn’t dare tell the others. He was like a father to her, because she didn’t even know her real father properly. She didn’t remember her brothers very well before the war, but when they returned home, it’s like she remembered them instantly.

This morning she woke up with one thing she was determined to do.

All the Shelby family were sitting at the table eating breakfast, when suddenly they heard light footsteps coming from the stairs.

“Tommy”? Questioned little rose.

“I’m here rose” thomas answered his little sister. She ran straight to him with a smile on her face. The hugged his leg then reached her arms up. This is what she did when she wanted to be picked up.

“Come on” thomas said placed his sister in his arms.

“What do you want for breakfast rose”? Thomas asked the six year old.

“I don’t mind” said the girl.

“Here rose have the end of my bread” Ada, her sister says.

Thomas walked over to the table and placed little rose on one of the chairs. “Morning sleepy head” said her aunt polly.

“Morning pol” said rose, while eating her breakfast. She greeted her other brothers and finished her meal.

“Polly? Can I ask you something” Said the girl.

”sure love” answered her aunt.

“Please please please let me play with my dolly’s on the street” the girl asked with a pleading look on her face.

“You know Tom doesn’t like you doing that missy” Polly said with a knowing look.

“But he’s at the pub. Please pol please” she begged.

“Fine, but only for an hour”, she said sternly

The girl quickly ran to get dressed and picked out her dolls. She always wanted to do this, but Tommy never let her.

“Bye Polly” the girl shouted.

“Be back soon” Polly said.

“Ok” is all the girl said as she headed out the door. She was a little worried that Tommy would be mad at her. He always said that it was too dangerous to play on the street at her age.

The small girl played on the street with her favorite dolls with a huge smile on her face. Suddenly she realised she had to go home, before she got in trouble.She then realised she had lost one of her dolls. She quickly searched the street, but couldn’t find her. So she went around the corner to search there too. Suddenly a huge man came out, towering above her.

“You’re the Shelby girl aren’t you”the man said in a mean voice.

She nodded not knowing what she was getting herself into.

“Come with me, I have a lovely surprise for ya” the man said.

Despite how much rose loved surprises, she was feeling a little frightened right now. “She nodded her head no and said “Tommy wouldn’t like that”. She then turned to walk away.

“Oi, I said your coming with me” the man shouted, grabbing her arm.

“Ow, that hurts”the girl cried, feeling pain in her arm.

This only made the man angrier, as he let go of her arm, a slapped her right cheek.

The girl began to start crying and shouting for her brother.

The man went to grab her again,when suddenly rose saw him get shot in the head.

The girl began to scream until she saw her big brother in front of her.

“Rose, its alright” Tommy said placing his arms around her.

“He was trying to take me Tom” she replied letting out a loud sob

“It’s ok, I’m here” he said to her, as he picked her up.

“I’m scared Tom” the girl said with a frown on her face.

“I’m never gonna let anyone hurt you, alright”?he says hugging her tighter

She nodded in his arms, and they went back home together

Safe, and sound.

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴!

𝗹𝗺𝗸 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀💕💕

#thomas shelby #peaky blinder imagine #shelby sister #polly gray #thomas shelby x oc #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #ada shelby #rose Shelby

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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I absolutely have to know Arthur's and tommys reaction to the dogs destroying the garden while they are just chilling tgt

Dear little shadow: You asked, I provide! 😁 Beware, Kaiser the disaster is back.

A Bone To Pick With It

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Notes: blurb related to this one shot. This work is a part of Heaven in Your Eyes' universe, but you can obviously read it as a stand-alone.

Arthur emptied his glass of whisky in one only mouthful, the alcohol leaving a pleasant burning sensation in its trail, “Well, if you have nothing more to tell me I’ll be off then, Tom.” Saying so, the oldest Shelby brother put back the glass on the varnished wooden table before getting up from the couch with a faint, slightly confident smile. And when he smiled, it struck Tommy: Arthur looked like a man who had finally found peace — such a thing he never thought his older brother was capable of. Yet, it had been evident from the moment he entered the mansion that his decision of leaving Birmingham and marrying you was the best thing he could have done for his well-being, no matter how painful it was for Tommy to admit it. Thomas Shelby and his never-ending neutral expression answered Arthur with a faint “hm” as his ice-cold turquoise eyes followed his movements.

“Where is your wife, Arthur?” He inquired. The truth was the question had been burning his tongue for a while, but he did not want to sound like he really cared about you. Since you’ve been bailed out of prison, you had seen Tommy only once and it was during your wedding. Despite the raging hatred you felt for Tommy, you didn’t want to deprive Arthur of his little brother’s presence on such a significant day. Even less when taking into account he still wanted him to be his best man.

Arthur raised one brow, “Erm. She’s waiting outside, eh.”

“She should have waited inside. The air is fresher and Frances would have served her a drink.” His quiet voice retorted. But Arthur wasn’t fooled by his nice words, for Tommy’s tone remained empty of affection. He was just being cordial — maybe trying to make up for the whole prison thing.

“She said she wanted to read under a tree and play with Kaiser,” Arthur paused, his beautiful steel blue eyes looking at his feet for he hesitated to utter the following words, “And she still holds a grudge for what you did to us — which I perfectly understand. She has every right to feel so,” He paused, “They made her sleep on the ground during the first week like she was a bloody animal, y’ know.”

“Arthur. She’s safe and sound now.” Tommy corrected.

“If you say so, Tom.” Arthur waved off the topic with a quick hand gesture for he really did not want to argue with Tom. More than anyone else he was aware of his little brother’s tendencies to never apologize, and it was not going to change. Moreover, they just had a pleasant moment together, and he wouldn’t want to ruin it. Tommy finally nodded, understanding his brother’s limits.

“Well, I’ll see you to the door.”

Thereby, the two brothers walked through the long corridors of Arrow House, talking about what they were planning to do for Christmas, or how Charles had started to learn violin. He even mentioned, to Arthur’s greatest surprise, how great your wedding has been.

When they reached the door, Tommy was the one who opened it. With his eyes still focused on his brother, he did not immediately notice the chaos that was taking place in his garden. It was Arthur that saw it first and, as he did, his eyes widened with shock.

Fuck, he thought.

“Oh. Fuck.” Alfie blurted out at the sight of Tommy’s frame, “Well, Mrs. Shelby, meeting you was a real pleasure. I hope you’ll come to Margate so that our two gentle beasts can play together again. I would be saddened to deprive Cyril of his new friend. In the meantime, I wish you well! Cyril?” The huge bullmastiff looked at his master, blinked, and then kept scampering across the yard with Kaiser. At first, this sudden change in behavior left you slightly confused, but everything became clear when your mesmerizing eyes fell on Tommy and Arthur.

“If you thought you could leave and let me face the consequences alone, well, joke on you Alfie.”

“Pretty sure you’ve cast a spell upon my dog!” Alfie exclaimed.

You replied to the king of Camden Town with a mysterious smirk, whose beauty was embellished by the little spark of amusement that was shining bright in your ethereal eyes. In any case, you wouldn't have the time to answer properly for Tommy’s booming voice raged in the garden with the terrifying power of a lion’s roar.

“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS THAT?!” His hoarse tone was quivering with both anger and utter shock. Now you were in trouble, you thought. His voice was still echoing in the wind when the two huge dogs stopped playing and looked at him. He went on, staring at you and Alfie with fury blazing in his sky-blue eyes, “I can’t believe it, eh. You let your beasts ruin my garden without batting an eye eh. Is that how you thank someone who invites you into his house?!”

“Cm’on, Tommy, mate, we would be heartless creatures if we kept our dogs from playing together in this oh so-beautiful property of yours. A truly idyllic place for a play date uh! It’s nothing else than a few crushed flowers and holes. You should learn to chill — eh, maybe adopt a dog too. It would do good to your old rotten heart, y’know.” As he talked, Alfie patted his chest where his heart was.

“Just a few crushed flowers, Thomas.” You reiterated, biting your lower lip to hold back the giggles that were threatening you to burst at any moment.

“Fuck. Both of you.” The gangster turned to his own brother, “How many times I’ve told you to control your damn witch. The same applies to your fucking dog, now! Look at my fucking garden. Look at— Wait,” He leaned to his brother, “Are you laughing at me, Arthur?”

“N-No,” He snorted, an adorable pink shade has blossomed on his hollow cheeks. As for his eyes, they blurred with tears of hilarity. At this very moment, Arthur was trying hard to keep his composure but each time he glanced at Tommy’s face, which was contorted with disproportionate wrath compared to the dogs’ wrongdoing, he felt his self-control break down. The way Tommy was staring at him with his eyes squinted and his lips parted was too comical to remain impassive. Arthur let out a shaky sigh, still battling with the urge to laugh. Then, he crouched down to be at Kaiser’s level, “Oi Kaiser, ye big disaster, what did ye do eh? You’re a very mean boy, eh. Our Angel’s far too understanding with ye.” The Cane Corso’s ears perked up at his master’s gravel voice, causing his small beady eyes to look at him with attention, “Yeah I’m talking to ye, bloody rascal. Cm’here.” Kaiser wagged his tail in contentment, his back paws stomping the ground as he listened to Arthur, “Big boy’s happy eh?” It was enough for the mutt to rush toward his master with the speed of a cannonball and caused Arthur’s smile to vanish when he realized that a hundred pounds barking beast was about to plow into him with absolute zero intention of being gentle, “Oh fook no!” He exclaimed, panic spreading within his chest. Judging by how lean he was, he would not give much for his bones if the muscular dog bounced on him.

“OH MY GOD KAISER STOP!” You yelled at the dog when you saw him rushing toward your poor husband, but it was in vain. Kaiser was so excited at the idea of being pet by Arthur that it only made him run faster. Afraid of being smashed by the giant Cane Corso, Arthur, in all his survival instincts, moved behind Tommy to hide from the beast.

“Oh no,” You whispered, your frail hand covering your mouth.

“Oh yes,” Alfie smirked.

“DONT YOU—“ Tommy could not finish his sentence. Kaiser was running so fast that he did not get that Arthur had moved from the way until it was too late. That was why the giant dog jumped at Tommy and, doing so, tackled him with all his strength. Before anyone could do something, Kaiser shoved the infamous Peaky Blinders boss into a puddle of mud. Tommy hit the ground with a big thud, and mud splashed all over his clothes. But it did was not enough for Kaiser, who aggressively started to lick his face and shower him with doggie love.

At first, silence hovered above Arrow House’s garden as everyone was slowly realizing what had just happened.

The confused look on Tommy’s usually placid face. The expensive suit ruined with fresh mud. Kaiser’s doing his best to cover Tommy’s with his sticky drool… Arthur, Alfie, and you burst into laughter at the very same time.

“He likes you, Tom!” Arthur stated, tears running down his cheeks. He had to press his hands against his right side, convinced he would crack his ribs by dint of laughing, “Even if you seem to have a bone to pick with him, eh.”

“Shut up, Arthur.” Tommy growled. His face was red with rage, yet you did not know if it was due to Kaiser or to the bad pun, “Shut up.”

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 19: Prepare For Battle

Every day I am exposed to sin and misdeeds. Sometimes I wonder if the slate can be cleaned.

Lord your blessings are so blindly insulted, ignored by the naïve who assume freedom. Will the thickened plot improve, or are we all close to impending doom?

“Don’t go. You can’t go.”

“I need to, Finn.” My breathing jumps. “I’m sorry.”

“No!” The young Shelby refuses. “You’re not a spy. I’ll talk to Tommy-!”

“It doesn’t matter. He won’t trust me.”

We hear the door open and Arthur steps in, his face blank and cold. He slumps onto the couch and stares at the floor.

“Where were you, Arthur?”

My words do little to stir him. “Tried to hang myself. The rope snapped.”

Suicide. “God’s plan for you is not finished, Arthur Shelby.”

He grunts. Does that mean he agrees or is just in shock?

“Polly mentioned you were leaving?”

“Yes.”

“I first thought you were a spy,” Arthur begins and shifts in his seat. “But you ain’t. You’re too nice.”

“I thought the same way about Grace,” I mutter darkly under my breath. “Look how that ended.”

Polly walks in and sees I’m still packing. “There’s nothing we can do to convince you to stay?”

More tears pool in my eyes but I press on. “I can’t keep this up, Polly. Being pulled by both sides, being accused of being a spy.”

“We don’t think that. Tommy does.”

I open my mouth to respond but I’m interrupted when the door opens again. I already know it’s Thomas by his footsteps. Quickly I head down the hall to my room and shut the door. I have no want to speak with him now. When he gets to the living room his relatives begin arguing about his conviction of me.

“She knows things, Pol. How do we know she’s not a spy?”

“I wasn’t educated properly either!” Polly justifies. “You do not need a school to teach you, Tommy! How can you do that to her? After all the help she’s done?”

“She can’t go!” Finn whines.

“Where is she?” I hear Thomas ask gruffly.

“Shut up in her room. She doesn’t want to see you and I can't blame her.”

“I need to talk to her.”

No no no! If he comes in here my temper will snap and someone will get hurt. Or something gets broken.

Knock knock.

No. No!

Not a sound. I make no move to open the door- But he opens it anyway and walks right in. I can tell he slept with her. It’s all over his dumbass face. After all he accused me of, I'm appalled how he can even have the nerve to face me.

“You’re still here?”

Cigarette smoke hangs in a halo over his devilish face. Do I try reasoning or do I let my Irish side flare out?

“I’m here for everyone but you, Mr. Shelby,” I reply stiffly. “Unlike you, every other member of your family seems to appreciate my help and not accuse me of being a spy.”

He walks further into the room and sits down on my bed. “You can’t blame me, love. Times have been hard.”

Love. The pet name sends my blood boiling. “I can be harder. If my trust is so worthless now then it’s a miracle I’m still here.”

“You really are leaving?”

Why does he have to ask so casually? Would he even hate to see me go?

“Yes. I have resources elsewhere that can get me home.” I’ve been meaning to visit Uncle Colon anyway.

“At least come out and visit before you do,” Thomas asks. “They’ll miss you.”

They will. Not him. Why should I care? Jesus Thomas, what are you doing to me?

Without a word I stand up from the floor and defiantly walk past him into the hall, back to the living room. I will spend whatever hours I have left for their sake, not his. Finn looks up from his book and glares at Thomas.

“This is your fault.”

His older brother says nothing and looks over at Arthur, who’s still shaken up.

“So Polly told ya?” he grunts.

“Yep.” Thomas keeps his eyes away from Finn’s glare as he pours some tea. “You should have used a gun.”

My jaw drops. Is he serious?

“Are you laughing at me, Tom?” Arthur asks.

“Yeah. Just when things are starting to go right, Arthur, you do this.”

I can’t even stand to hear the rest. I grab my book and head for the kitchen, hearing bits and pieces about shareholders and more business talk. Whatever Thomas says must be good news to Arthur because I hear him chuckle.

“Our boys at the station tell me the copper’s headed out of town. We’re in the clear.”

No you’re not, Thomas. Far from it. If Grace is still around then no one can be trusted.

An hour goes by and the chatting dies down. Eventually Arthur walks in and when he sees me he gives a deep sigh.

“I know you’re one for all that religious stuff. Think God will forgive me?”

“For suicide, or the killings?” I drone.

“Fair point.” He walks over and picks out a bottle of whiskey. “When will you go?”

I take a deep breath and close my book. “Despite my deep disliking for Thomas right now, those plans have been postponed. You lot have enough of a mess to go over so I’ve taken it upon myself to help Polly keep house since Ada’s been away.”

He doesn’t smile or burst into happy chants. Arthur simply pours a small glass and slides it to me. “That’s very noble of you, Steenstra. I guess we’re both stuck somewhere we don’t wanna be.”

“I guess we are.”

For the rest of the night I stay secluded in my room. Arthur must have told Polly and Finn I’m staying because they both come to say goodnight instead of goodbye. Thomas must still be in the dark, either that or he doesn’t care that I’m staying.

Now it’s morning. Thank God he’s not here.

“Esme, why are men so stupid sometimes?” I wonder out loud as we fold laundry.

The new member of the Shelby family thinks for a moment. “They’re headstrong, which is why they need women like us to tame them.”

I rub my temples. “Yes. And what are we supposed to do when we’re too stubborn to put up with men?”

“Does this have to do with Thomas?”

This is why John was quick to love her so much. Esme is not stupid, far from it. She doesn’t beat around the bush and grabs the bull by the horns. Maybe she can join me and Ada’s new girl group.

“I know I should be happy for him. He’s my boss. His profit and good well-being affects my job. But then why does my chest still hurt when he mentions Grace?” I sigh deeply and lower my head to stare sadly at the floor. “I see it in his eyes, Esme. He loves her. Why am I so upset about something I should have no business in?”

The Gypsy woman sits next to me and hugs my shoulders. “Because you love him too. The way I see it is that you’re being the better woman and letting go of your feelings to give him happiness, and that is something I deeply admire about you.”

A loud snore comes from the living room and interrupts the touching moment. Arthur must have drank himself to sleep last night.

Thud!

Rushed footsteps echo down the hall and an out-of-breath Ada stands in the doorway, holding a sleeping Karl.

“Don’t leave!” She gasps.

Esme presses her lips together and hurries down the hall to John’s room. She also knows when to keep to herself.

“Ada, calm down. I’m not leaving.” I put a hand on her shoulder and usher her to sit down. “You came back?”

“I had to! I’m not going to let Thomas drive away any friend of mine!” She huffs and rocks Karl in her arms. “Yesterday Polly stopped by and said he yelled at you. That you were going back to America. Please don’t!”

“I’m not, I’m not,” I assure her. “There’s far too much chaos going on here for me to leave yet.”

Just then Thomas speeds past where Ada and I are sitting, ignoring us completely. The gangster walks over to Arthur and shakes him awake.

“Arthur, go home. Get bathed, check your kit, check your weapons.”

Arthur groans and rubs his eyes. “Why? What’s going on?”

“We’re doing it today.”

He finally sees us and gives a quick wave.

“Care to tell me what ‘it’ is?” I raise a brow.

“Details to follow.” He pats my shoulder and goes the same route Esme took.

“Where are you off to now?”

“Off to round up John. No doubt he’s getting familiar with Esme.”

Must be another thing John fell in love with. She’s just as horny as he is. So if the Blinders are carrying out the rumble with Kimber today, what are us girls supposed to do? I should ask Polly.

Setting the basket aside, I get up and pass through the wooden doors to the bullring.

Polly stands off to the side holding her cross. “Dear Lord, make this day pass well. Let none get hurt and make them that do not Shelbys. Watch John because he has so many depending on him. Watch Arthur because he’s as likely to hurt himself as anyone else. Watch Thomas. I know how he is, but he does what he does for us. I think. Amen.”

I’ve kept silent to give her privacy and I hear Thomas come up from behind. Polly sees both of us and tries to show a stern face.

“Used to do that everyday during the war. I’d hoped I’d done it for the last time.”

“Today will be the last time, Pol,” Thomas promises. “After today there will be no more need for prayers.”

The Romanian woman doesn’t say more as she passes past us back to the kitchen, only stopping to give my shoulder a squeeze. I’m glad I’m choosing to stay because if things go south today she’s going to need all the support she can get.

“You better mean that, Thomas,” I warn. “Polly can’t afford any more stress over what might happen to you and your brothers. And for the record, there is always a need for prayer.”

Thomas stays quiet and begins polishing his pistol. What is it with this family? The only time anyone talks is to reprimand or discuss murder!

I walk back into the living room to find Polly and Ada fussing over little Karl, but there’s a clouded look on Polly’s face.

“They took my children from me. And they never told me where they took them. And they did it because they could and I was weak.” She points a finger at Ada. “But they will never take your baby away from you. Do you know why? Because Tommy won’t let them. Because Tommy won’t let them walk all over us. He has brought strength and power to this family, because he knows you have to be as bad and powerful as them in order to survive.”

The Shelby sister looks between Polly and me with conflicted eyes. I understand why she’s torn. We both know Thomas’ intentions are for the good of the family but sometimes he can be too rash with his thinking.

“I’m telling you this because I want you to forgive him,” Polly says. “You too, Verena.”

“How can I? How can I when Freddie is rotting in jail because of him?”

“Yeah, Polly. Even if Thomas didn’t tattle about Freddie it’s this business with the guns that led Campbell here to begin with. Why should I forget that he threw away my integrity for a lying barmaid?”

Polly stands up and holds her arms out to gather us into a huddle. “There’s something about today you need to know. Both of you girls need to know. You’ll find out soon enough at the meeting.”

Ada and I exchange looks. “What meeting? When is it?”

Just then the door opens and John sticks his head in. “They’re here.”

Polly nods to me. “Right now.”

Back inside the bullring, all the Shelbys and Peaky Blinders have gathered to discuss today’s mysterious event. Polly instructs us to keep hidden behind the door. Thomas stands at the front, as if he were a general addressing his army.

“Right. I’ve brought you all here today because this is the day we replace Billy Kimber. This is the day we become respectable, the day we join the official National Association of Race Course Bookmakers. But first, we do the dirty work. We’ve all known this day’s been coming. I just haven’t told anyone the date.”

He pauses to let the words sink in. Of course there’s a catch to Thomas going legally straight.

“We’re going to the Worcester races. Track opens at one, we get there at two. Thanks to the efforts of John and his lovely new wife Esme, the Lees are now our kin. I can assure you John is making great sacrifices for our condition of peace.”

Snickers and muffled laughs echo throughout the room and John rolls his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

Very mature, Thomas. Joke about the relations between a man and wife.

“So it’s us and the Lees against Kimber. I expect a swift victory that will reach all the way to London to let them know that we believe in letting business run peacefully.” Thomas pauses again and makes his next words very clear. “I will deal with Kimber. Any questions?”

A few seconds go by and Polly speaks up. “Yes. Does anyone mind if I invite a newcomer to the meeting?”

No one objects and Ada steps out from behind the door, holding her new child close. Thomas immediately smiles at the arrival of his sister. She’s home.

“I’d like to introduce the newest member of the Shelby clan,” Thomas says proudly.

For a while there’s an awkward silence. But it’s soon interrupted by a thunderous applause to the wide-eyed babe.

“Welcome home, Ada,” Thomas greets softly.

“Let me look at ‘im!” Arthur smiles proudly at the new Shelby. “He’s a strong lad, he is! He’s a Shelby.”

Thomas walks up to her and I see her scan his face for sincerity. “Ada? Am I forgiven?”

Ada nods. “If what Aunt Polly says is true, yeah.”

“It’s true.”

Ada smiles and they embrace in a long-awaited hug. It warms my heart to see siblings together again. Someday I’ll get home and be able to see my own brothers again. Conor and Liam will probably scold me for not writing. Eoin and Abel will want to see me fire a gun. Nicolaas and his wife will want me to have lunch with them.

Arthur points to where I’m hiding and pulls me out. “You’ll be guarding the house, Steenstra.”

“Finn’s going too, I imagine? Off to learn the family business of violence, hm?”

“Absolutely,” Thomas walks up. “Unfortunately you ladies will be staying behind.”

My face falls. I’m stuck here? “Why can’t I-?”

“Because there’s no one else I trust more than you to guard my sister and her child. If things go wrong I want you with them.”

Oh. Does he trust me? I’ve been accepted as an accomplice to the Peaky Blinders but now I’ve been given the honor of protecting a predecessor. Thomas seems to have completely forgotten about thinking I could be a spy. Careful, Verena. You’re letting your heart get crushed by a man who knows no love.

“We’re stopping by the Garrison for a drink before we go,” Thomas mentions to John.

So he’ll see Grace again. I can already tell what he’s thinking. After seeing John so happy with Esme there’s no doubt he’s thinking about marriage. If not already it’ll be in his head soon.

Before he marches out with the other Shelby brothers I stop him. “God be with you, Thomas. Send my hopes to the others as well.”

His battle-ready gaze softens. “Thanks for being here, Verena. It means a lot. Especially to Ada.”

It’s not exactly an apology but I’ll take it. I just hope today isn’t blotched with any unwanted death.

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The Shelby sister

Hi, this is my first time writing and I’m trying to get better at it so if you have any tips please share them and should I make this a series or leave it as a standalone??

When clementine was young she had thought that her brother tommy had hung the moon and the stars; that was until he had came back from the war of course. Despite Clementine having a deep connection with Thomas when she was a small child it would now seem as if she did not know the man at all.

It was now a month since the war ended and the boys body’s have been back at home and she wished she could say the same for their minds but then she would be lying. Clementine was surely not a morning person especially when someone else had been waking her up so when she felt her brother Finns small grimy hand shaking her awake she was less than pleased. “What’da want Finn?” She asked while sitting up.

“Aunt Pol’s made breakfast she wants you to have some before the boys eat it all up.” He says before running off back towards the kitchen which the smell of bacon lingered in. As she got up she sighed and thought of her older brothers who tried to be as normal as possible since coming back but they all failed.

“It’s about time you finally got up” Auther loud voice tells the girl still in her nightgown who was making her way down the stairs.

“Not my fault I couldn’t go to sleep with all your snorin’ last night.” Clementine playfully yelled at her brother while grabbing a small peice of bacon from his plate as their aunt Polly began to scold her for shouting at the table.

Thomas had a slight smile on his face as he descended the stairs down to the kitchen.

“What’s got ya smilin’ like that Tom?” Arthur asked with a knowing look on his face.

“Late night eh.” John said while laughing at his two older brothers while Clementine sat picking at her food very confused at how a late night could’ve cause him to be so happy instead of tired.

“I don’t understand how would a late night make him happy John?” Clementine asked making it clear that she was asking John due to the fact the he would usually tell her things that her other brothers would brush off.

“You’re not old enough to understand yet love.” Tommy told her while walking to his seat at the end of the table.

“Whatever Tom I wasn’t askin’ you anyways.” She stated while turning away from him and crossing her arms.

“Clementine do not start this morning.” Polly said in a serious voice to make it clear to Clementine that she was not to argue with Thomas again.

“I’m leavin I’m not that hungry.” Clementine says while getting up and putting her long coat on to cover her nightgown before leaving the house while slamming the door.

“She needs to loose her attitude I cannot deal with it anymore.” Polly says while taking a long drag of her cigarette.

“Eh, it’s just a phase Pol, Ada went through it too.” John said while shrugging.

After Clementine left the Shelby residence she decided to go to her closest friend’s house, Sarah’s. As she arrived at Sarah’s and hastily knocked on the door and stared at the ground trying to avoid being seen by anyone employed by her brothers. Sarah answered the door shortly and ushered the small girl in.

“What’da doing here this early with just a nightie on?” Sarah questioned her friend as she inspected her body looking for any signs of harm.

“I’m fine Sarah, really, just Thomas being his usual self.” She huffed out and crossed her arms before moving past Sarah into her kitchen and opening the cabinets searching for food.

“Clementine you can’t be leavin’ your house like that you know, your aunt is going to give it to you when you go back your only sixteen you still have to listen to her ya’ know” Sarah stated knowing that Polly would not put up with her behavior.

“I know, I just don’t understand why Thomas feels the need to be a cunt constantly.” Clementine stated before finding a granola bar and opening it.

“I mean you’re going to be in trouble anyways so what would it hurt for you to stay the day over here. My father left his drinks out maybe we could have some.” The taller girl stated with a mischievous grin that only grew when her best mate shook her head yes to the idea.

“I’ll stay till tonight and I’ll just have to hear it later.” Clementine said while smiling at her friend.

Time skip to later that night.

As the sun went down Clementine finally decided it was time to leave so she said her goodbyes and set off to her home.

She knew the dangers of the street so she kept her head held down and walked fast in order to get home without any trouble although, trouble always finds a way to find her.

While walking she heard a deep whistle come from behind her and she turned her head back to see a large man with a cap helping hide his face from her peering eyes.

Clementine quickened her pace trying to avoid any sort of interaction with this man.

“I was whistling at you. Don’t know how to take a compliment huh?” The man shouted at her and began to walk briskly up to her as she hesitated to continue walking after his sentence.

“I don’t want your compliments give em’ to someone else.” She raised her voice at him thinking he wouldn’t touch her due to her family’s status in the city of Small Heath, but she was quickly proven wrong as he grabbed her by the throat and shoved her into the alleyway behind them.

“You think you can talk to me however huh? It’s about time someone shows a girl like you a lesson.” He whispered close to her face as he reached down and tried to pull her dress up.

“Stop it. Stop now!” Clementine shouted hopelessly as she tried to push him away only to be gripped harder by his needy hands.

“Shut up or it will be worse.” The man said as he grabbed her face effectively closing her mouth and continued ripping at her skirt and stockings.

Looking around Clementine found nothing and no one to help her escape this man and then realizing she would have to do something herself.

She grabbed the wrist that held her face with both hands and yanked causing his other hand to reach up and try and grab her before she head-butted him with all her strength and continued to struggle against his grin before finally getting loose enough to run.

As soon as she found the opening she booked it running as fast as she could knowing he would probably chase her. Her running had been so frantic she failed to notice the man infront of her causing them to collide.

“Watch i- Clementine?” The man questioned as he turned around realizing it was his distressed sister that had almost knocked him over.

“John I need help.” The words escaped between sobs as she violently moved her head around looking for the man who had roughed her up but found nothing.

“I’ve got you. We need to go home to Polly.” John told her as he went to reach out to carry her before being pushed away.

“Don’t touch me, please don’t touch me.” Clementine begged as she held her arms close to her body seeking comfort in herself.

“I won’t just walk with me.” John said as he raised his hands to show he wouldn’t touch her as a million thoughts raised through his mind on what happened to his baby sister who stood next to him in tattered clothes.

They walked home in silence the only thing to be heard was Clementines sobs and John quick, heavy footsteps.

They arrived at the house shortly after he had found her and when he opened the door he was met with Arthur, Tommy and Polly sitting in the living room likely waiting to give Clementine a stern talking to for not being home in time but there angry expressions changed as soon as she walked in the door after him with tattered clothes and tear stained cheeks.

“What happened to her. John you must tell us now.” Polly stated as she ran to Clementine who accepted Polly’s embrace and sobbed into her arms.

“I’m not sure, I found her running on the street like this. She was frantic wouldn’t let me touch her so I brought her straight here she wouldn’t talk to me.” John said as he took off his Peaky cap and rubbed his his worriedly.

“I’m going to take her upstairs and get her into the bath. She’ll talk when she’s ready.” Polly said as she let Clementine lean on her as she walked her up the stairs and into the bathroom.

“I’ll kill whoever dared to touch her.” Tommy said as he stood up and began pacing.

“Tom sit down you running circles around the house ain’t gonna help her.” John said as he sat down.

An hour past of them sitting in silence waiting for Polly to come down when she finally did.

“What happened, did she tell you?” The three boys immediately questioned.

“She didn’t speak the whole time I just got her into her bed she’s been crying for you Tom. You should go up there and check on her the only thing she’ll say is that she wants ya’.” Polly told the boys but her words came as a shock to Thomas because recently Clementine had been treating him as if she hated em’.

“I’ll go now.” Thomas told her as he rushed up the stairs to comfort the one person he truly cared for.

He slowly opened the door and peered in to see his sisters small body laid on the bed. He slowly walked over and sat on the edge.

“I’m sorry Tom I should’ve never stayed out this late and that would’ve never happened.” She said as she continued to sob.

“Hey, it’s alright none of this is your fault.” He told her as he reached up and stroked her hair.

“Please hold me like you used to. I’m so scared.” She told him and he quickly complied with her request and laid next to her and held her shivering body close to his.

“No one will ever hurt you again. I’ve got you, okay?” He said as he kissed her forehead.

“Okay.” She said while nodding her head before burying it deeper into his chest.

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fayes-fics · 1 year

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It Had To Be You: Chapter 2 - Pour myself a cup of ambition

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Pairings: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (also features Thomas Dorset x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x Tessa), Modern AU

Chapter Summary: Set 5 years after Chapter 1 (linked above). As your job takes you abroad for the very first time, you bump into the last person you expect on another shared journey full of revelations.

artwork credit: @colettebronte

Warnings: none really… some sexual language, swear words, bickering, and flirting.

Word Count: 2.2k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. Chapter 2 of my multi-chapter modern rom-com, heavily inspired by When Harry Met Sally. Sorry that it's taken a while to get this next part written. I hope you all enjoy! <3

7 years ago (5 Years Later)

You stand just before the security gates at St Pancras International, engaging in a rare PDA moment. But you justify to yourself that this is the first time you have had to go away on business since you started your new relationship three months ago, and this one seems like great potential. Dr Tom Dorset. Friendly, sweet, handsome and, so far at least, well-adjusted and emotionally mature. Your friends agree he’s quite the catch. And he is pretty fantastic in all sorts of other ways too. You certainly have no complaints in the bedroom.

Just as he whispers how much he will miss you and kisses that spot on your neck that makes you a little weak, your moment is interrupted.

“Tom? Tom Dorset? Is that you?”

There in front of you is the man you thought you would never see again. Looking a few years older and dressed better, but there’s no doubt who it is. You’d never forget those eyes.

“Ben? Ben Bridgerton?!” Tom seems delighted, and it occurs to you that they must be old friends as Tom takes his arms from around you and shakes his hand warmly. Just fucking great.

“I thought it was you! I haven't seen you for years! Was the last time when I came to Ant’s at Trinity?! What have you been up to?”

“Medical school mostly,” Tom offers demurely, then turns to you. “Oh, sorry, Ben, this is y/n y/l/n, y/n this is Ben Bridgerton; I was his brother’s roommate at Trinity College, Oxford.”

Ben’s eyes cut to you, and you see a confused look pass over his face; like you are familiar, but he can’t place why.

“Well, I must get this train, but it was great to see you! Email me!” Ben smiles warmly, and with one last brow knit in your direction, he takes off.

“Thank fuck he didn’t remember me,” you exhale loudly when he is out of earshot.

“Ben?” Tom looks confused.

“Yes, We drove from St Andrews to London together five years ago, and it was the worst road trip I think I've ever had,” you bemoan. “He was dating a friend of mine, and I agreed to split the drive. Urgh, it was terrible. He’s so obnoxious.”

Tom looks over your shoulder. “Well, looks like he just got on your train, honey, so umm, good luck with that,” he chuckles, bemused as you roll your eyes.

“Just fucking great,” you sigh sarcastically and plant your head on Tom’s shoulder as he draws you into his safe, warm embrace again.

“I love you; I will miss you,” he says softly, cupping your jaw lovingly as he gently kisses your lips.

It's only the second time he has said it, and your heart flutters as you break into a huge smile. “I love you too. I will be back before you know it,” you promise, pulling him in for a passionate kiss you hope he will remember.

As you part, he exhales raggedly. “God, now I’ll miss you even more.”

“Mmm, that’s the point,” you whisper coquettishly and run a hand down his back, inside his coat, unseen by people around you. “Text me, sexy stuff,” you request quietly, then gently bite his bottom lip.

He groans, “Good god, woman, get on that train before I drag you somewhere or buy a ticket to join you.”

___

You are still giggling and feeling so fizzy and light, like champagne is in your blood, as you skip onboard the train to Paris. Taking your seat in First Class that you’ve been assigned by work feels like such a luxury; excited to cover your first story abroad.

Your phone pings just as the train slips out of the station. Love you. Safe travels. Txx

You can’t help your little titter of happiness, and just as you go to type a reply, someone leans over from the seat diagonally behind you, across the aisle.

“I swear I recognise that giggle. The University of St Andrews?”

It’s Ben. Of course, it is. Thanks for that fate.

“Yes,” you sigh, not turning around, annoyed he doesn't remember more detail. How could he possibly forget calling you beautiful? Your traitorous brain yells in your skull.

“Did we date?” he questions.

You can't help but almost snort at that. “Hell no!” You twist around. “You were dating my friend Gen. We drove to London together after term ended.”

“Oh, I remember now!” he smiles, “you wouldn't give me a Malteser.”

“You propositioned me!” you blurt out as you watch him pull an apple out of his bag.

“No, I didn't,” he laughs, “I just said you were beautiful,” and he takes a bite out of the fruit. “You still are, if it's any consolation,” he offers, around a mouthful.

“None whatsoever,” you fib, feeling your cheeks heat at the compliment. “And you still talk while you eat, like an animal,” you roll your eyes, barely believing how riled up you are from exchanging less than five sentences.

“Would you two like to sit together?” the man opposite you at the table offers.

“No, that's really not….” you begin.

“Yes, thanks!” Ben interrupts, and you scowl at him as he stands immediately, throwing his bag down next to you before swinging over as the man moves aside.

“So you were going to be a journalist?” he winks after he settles into the seat opposite you.

Up close now, he is still just as handsome as he was. Maybe more so, jaw more defined and smattered with stubble. The utter arsehole.

“I am a journalist. My internship at the Guardian turned into a job. I'm going to Paris to cover the climate summit,” you state proudly, squaring your shoulders a little. “You?”

“Visiting my fiancee,” he grins, and something twinges in your gut. Maybe getting tacos for lunch wasn’t a good idea.

“You are getting married? You?” you laugh in total disbelief.

And you are suddenly back in your old studio flat, hearing more about his player reputation. A few months after the drive to London, Gen came to crash on your sofa and commiserate her reentry to single life. She didn't seem that upset about the dalliance ending, to be fair, mostly about how much she’d miss the ‘fucking mind-blowing fucking’ as she had so indelicately put it. You can see the words floating like a speech bubble above her face in your mind “Y/n, I can live without the dick attitude, but damn, I don’t know that I wanna live without that dick, you know?” Then threw herself face-first into a cushion. You cut off her margaritas at that point. How much that had to do with not wanting to think about him and his member, you decided not to dwell on.

“Yes,” he cuts into your reverie. “Her name is Tessa. She's an artist too. She's Parisian.”

“Tres chic.”

“How long have you been with Dorset? Wait, don’t tell me. Let me guess,” he smirks.

You fold your arms and raise an eyebrow. “This ought to be good,” you mutter as much to yourself as to him.

“Hmm, three months?”

Dammit. How did the bastard get it spot on?

“Why?” you try to bluff, but the victorious crooked grin that unfurls over his face shows he knows he's right without you having to say it.

“Goodbye before a trip. Classic three-month behaviour,” he opines, taking another huge bite of his apple.

“Glad to see your eating habits have at least got healthier,” you state dryly, trying to change tack.

“Tessa likes to eat healthily,” he explains with an almost dreamy expression. Part of you is already impressed by this woman you have never met who has turned the human rubbish bin into a more impressive version of a man. “Has he told you he loves you?” he queries, spittling just a speck of apple onto the table.

“Why is that ANY of your business?” you frown.

“Because if he hasn't, he's a fool,” he shrugs casually as if those words aren't some of the sweetest you’ve heard.

“Luckily, he’s no fool,” you respond, confirming without actually confirming.

He nods. “Good. Dorset is a good one. Don't ‘y/n’ him away,” he jests, using air quotes.

“What the fuck does that mean?” you spit, suddenly whiplash angry when just a few moments ago you were impressed with his sweetest.

“You can't smoke in my car. Eating that will kill you,” he adopts a high-pitched voice and waggles his head as he mocks you.

“Fuck you,” you grumble.

“I would have, happily, but you said no,” he winks, and you want to punch him.

“I thought you just denied propositioning me!”

He just shrugs and laughs loudly. You can tell everyone around you is most amused by your back and forth, so instead, you shoot him a glare and then change tack, staring out of the window as the countryside of Kent zips by. So irritated you forget to text Tom back for another five minutes.

___

“Do you know anyone in Paris?” he asks, pulling out an AirPod as you close your laptop sometime later.

The train is somewhere under the Channel, and the darkness of the tunnel outside the window makes the train feel a touch more intimate, claustrophobic even.

“No,” you admit.

“How about Tessa and I take you out for dinner?” he proposes.

“Isn't tonight your first night together in a while?” you frown.

“Yeah… and?” he seems to be either not catching your train of thought or being intentionally obtuse, goading you into a trap to state the obvious.

“I would have thought you'd be otherwise occupied,” you arch an eyebrow pointedly.

“Oh…” he suddenly catches your drift and, rather adorably, a spot of pink dust his lovely cheekbones. OK, maybe not the latter.

“Certainly not wanting a third wheel, like me hanging around,” you point out meekly with a knowing smile.

“If that is your way of offering a threesome, I’m down,” he flirts, his voice suddenly velvet smooth, so much so the hairs on the back of your neck prickle up.

“God’s sake,” you mutter, feigning more indignation than you actually have.

“You're the one who told me about your lesbian experiences at uni!” he argues defensively.

“I was just trying to prove a point!”

“Got to be honest, don't remember a damn thing except the visual that almost had me drive into a bus shelter,” he admits with a chuckle.

“And take out that delivery cyclist,” you remind, joining in.

There is a moment where your eyes meet in a joint nostalgia of amusement, and something feels softer between you.

“Listen, Tess’s brother is a chef at a great little bistro; we will almost certainly end up there anyway, as we usually always do. I'm sure she would be delighted for you to join us,” the sincerity of his offer touches you.

“Thanks, but I have to do some research ahead of tomorrow. I’ll probably just order room service and crash out,” you admit, knowing that is a lame response.

“Fair enough. Well, let's at least exchange numbers this time. Stay in touch? If you are at a loose end at any point, let me know, and we’ll happily give you a tour or just grab a drink?”

“Okay”, you capitulate and hand over your phone for him to punch in his number.

“Wonderful” he smiles genuinely, and his hazy eyes dance. “Are we finally becoming friends?” he teases gently as he seems to fiddle a little longer than needed to put in a few digits.

“I guess so,” you respond with a laugh.

He hands back your phone, and weirdly it's screen locked.

“Good, And as my very first act as your friend, may I make a comment you are not allowed to take offence to?” he questions, with an odd tone.

Your dander is suddenly way up. “Whatttt?” you elongate the word rife with suspicion.

He leans over the train table suddenly, and you startle as his lips are warm against the shell of your ear, your heart-rate spiking. “You have a fucking fantastic pair of tits,” he murmurs.

You splutter, shame, outrage and desire flooding your system in almost equal measure. Incapable of forming words, you sharply pull back into your seat and shoot him your most sour glare.

“Maybe don't hand your phone over when it’s open to the message thread with your boyfriend,” he chuckles.

You feel mortified, recalling the photo you'd texted Tom last night as a going-away present, and you are almost blinded as the train suddenly swoops out of the tunnel and sunlight floods into the compartment.

In fact, you are grateful that he gets a call just at that moment. It seems to last ages, and he wanders away, probably to find the buffet car, knowing him. By the time you see him making his way back through the carriage, the train is pulling into Gare Du Nord. You are on your feet and walking to the next carriage to alight. Not certain you can live down your embarrassment.

There are a few moments as you wander around Paris over the next two days when your fingers itch to dial his number… but you never do, something always stopping you. Bizarrely, you think it might be the idea of meeting his fiancee, and you have no idea what that means, so avoidance seems like the best tactic.

After all, he’s probably moving to Paris soon, so really, what's the point?

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The Big Fight (Part 1)

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x Y/N Warning: blood, language, a little bit of episode re-write Summary: You were the youngest of the Shelby siblings and just recently got introduced to the business you brother has been doing since well, you could remember. You family allied with the Gold family, another gypsy tribe, that not many people liked, but you definitely had crush on Bonnie, but never made a move.

"Come on Y/N we're going to be late!" Your Aunt Polly yelled up the stairs to you. As you finished powdering your face, and squirted just a bit of perfume oil you, you stood from your chair, adjusted your dress. You and your family were stuck back in small heath after the Changretta family had come to England, to hunt your entire family down, but Tommy said we'd all be after together in Small Heath.

"I'm coming!" You yelled down to her, grabbing your purse before walking out of the door. It was the day for Bonnie Gold's fight, the fighter that came along with the alliance with Abraham Gold and his tribe. The moment you saw Bonnie, you had an instant crush on him. But, you knew you brothers would never let anything happen between the two of you.

"WOAH!" Lizzie said looking at you in the gold, sparkly dress that you had bought the day before for this event. Hopefully to catch Bonnie's attention.

"Aw, thanks Lizzie. It's not much." You said reaching the lower level.

"Does the gold have to do with Bonnie GOLD?" Ada, you older sister, said linking arms with you and began walking out of the house and to the car.

"Maybe." You said with a giggle and got into the car.

"She wants a fuck, Ada. Even if it's from a gypsy boy." Polly said from the front seat.

"POL!" You yelled at her and everyone laughed around you.

Arriving at the building the boxing match would be held in about 20 minutes later. One of the Peaky boys opened the door and helped you out. Walking passed the other Peaky boys who stood at the back door as body guards. Going in and into the the locker room where Tommy speaking to Abraham Gold and Bonnie Gold before the show started.

"Alright, well good luck Bonnie, we will be rooting for you. Do good." Thomas said then looking your way.

"Sorry Tom, girls and I just got here. Was just coming to wish Bonnie good luck before he went out." You said as you started to walk away.

"No, no, It's okay Y/N come. We were just finishing up." You brother said to you and you turned back around.

"Remember, not too long, not short." Tommy said before crossing the room passed you and out.

"I'll see you out there champ." Abraham said to his son before turning and bowing his hat to you and leaving.

"Hey Bonnie." You said walking to him.

"Hey Y/N, thanks for coming back here." He said taking off his shirt, and began wrapping his hands to be put into the gloves. Not being able to take your eyes off his muscular but scrawny body.

"Oh, it's not problem. Just wanted to wish you good luck out there tonight." You told him. Seeing him struggle a bit with wrapping his hands you put your purse down and took the wrap from his hand and began doing it for him.

"Oh, you don't have to. I'm a bit dirty, I don't want you getting that pretty dress all dirty." He said looking you up and down.

"Sweet, I've done this plenty of times, don't worry about me." You told him with a smile.

"Thank you." He said as he rested his other hand on his hip.

"Feeling nervous at all?" You asked as you cut the end of the wrap and tucking the ned piece in.

"No, I cant remember the last time I was nervous before a fight." He scoffed. You grabbed his other hand in yours and began wrapping that one.

"Beautiful dress by the way." He said stepping backhand taking the whole view in.

"Thank you. Had it made just for this night." You said as you rounded the end of the wrap and tucked it in again.

"Why gold?" He asked. You laughed just a bit and grabbed his gloves to push them on to his hands.

"Because you're Bonnie Gold." You said getting close to his ear then pecking a kiss to his lips. Thinking it was only going to be a peck, he pulled you back in to deepen the kiss.

"I'll see you out there champ." You said as you pulled away with a smile and turned to leave.

"Will I see your after?!" He yelled out.

"You're Bonnie Gold you can have whatever you'd like if you fight for it." You said turning to him and giving him a wink before walking out. You made your way down the hall and into the loud room that had the ring in the middle. Finding the rest of the girls sat on the opposite side you went to sit next to them.

"Where were you?" Ada asked.

"With Bonnie. Wanted to wish him good luck before his fight." You said with a grin before taking a drag of your cigarette.

"Ohhhh! Well hopefully it was good." She said practically yelling over the loud men around you.

"Ada, we didn't fuck." You said with a giggle.

"Mhm, sure." She said laughing along with you. Bonnie coming out after about 5 minutes walking passed you and the girls giving you a wink and after getting a pep talk from his father jumping unto the ring. Hitting gloves with Goliath, the fighter from Camden Town that Alfie brought here. You saw Arthur sat across form you on the other side of the ring sniffing cocaine from the back of his hand. You rolled your eyes and sat back in your seat.

"Come on Bonnie!" You yelled as Goliath got in him in the corner, but quickly got out of it. Seeing Tommy appear on the other side and sat next to Arthur. The round ending and Bonnie going to his corner to sit and talk to his father. They spoke Romani to each other, which you could understand because you grew u speaking it. Was Bonnie said he'd take it to the fourth round, you knew how this whole fight would go already because well, you knew it was a fixed fight. Bonnie could knock anything on its ass if he anted too. Bonnie turned to you with a smile, and his mouth guard in his mouth, before the next fight round began. He stood from his seat and they went back to it. Knowing this fight would be a long one you got up to go find the rest of the girls with Ada. Going to the bathroom you saw Polly, and Lizzie in there.

"Poll, this fight is fixed, isn't it?" Ada asked walking in. In you head you knew it was.

"Poor Gypsy boy's getting battered out there." She said before setting her bag down on the counter. You walk dot the mirror beside Lizzie grabbing the bottle of gin before leaning against it.

"Yeah, well we've all seen what the gypsy boy can do." You said before taking a swig.

"She's saying that because she wants to fuck him." Polly said still looking down into her pure.

"Just because I want to fuck hi, doesn't man what I'm saying isn't the truth." You said taking a swig on the gin.

"I knew it!" Polly said turning. You rolled your eyes and set the bottle back down.

" Anyways, you said you had some news?" Ada asked as she sat up on the counter.

"Lizzie has some news." Pol said turning to Ada with wide eyes.

"Polly." Lizzie said turned to look at Polly in a way that said she didn't want anyone to know her news.

"Well teller her. Now! While the men are screaming for blood." Polly said with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Have a swig, you too, your going to need it." Polly said to Ada and you. Confused you grabbed the bottle and opened it and you it to your mouth.

"I'm up the duff." Lizzie let out and you slightly choking but kept the gin in tour mouth.

"And it's Tommy's." She turned to say. Now the gin leaving your mouth.

"I'm sorry." You said as you wiped your face.

"How far gone are you?" Ada asked as she scoffed at what Lizzie said.

"If I were going to London I'd be in Coventry." She explained.

"And are you carrying on past Coventry?" Ada asked.

" All the way to fucking Piccadilly Circus." She spoke with analogy's that she was carrying the baby all the ay and not getting rid of it.

"You found out whether she's having a boy or a girl, Poll?" You asked.

"No." She quickly said back.

"Go on then." Ada said. Polly taking a sip of the gin then walking to Lizzie and grabbing her right breast. You laughed out a bit waiting for Polly's answer.

"It's a girl." She said setting the bottle down. You smiled, because there hasn't been a girl born in awhile.

"Call her Ruby. Ruby Shelby. She'll be a star in a Hollywood movie." Everyone smiled and engulfed Lizzie in a hug. The door opened behind you, and everyone looked over.

"Hey Linda." Polly said see her walk through the door.

"Welcome to the extraordinary general meeting of the Shelby Ladies club." Poll said as you all stood in a line and let out laughs.

"Is there spit on my back?" Linda asked turning to look in the mirror.

"There were men out there spitting. Its fucking disgusting." She said with a disgusted look win her face and taking her fur off to set it on the counter.

"No, there's no spit in your back." Poll said walking tot he other side again. You turned to the mirror and fix our hair, and make up. You thought about Bonnie, and how it was be to be underneath him. Oh, what a dream it would be for you. In a carriage that's ran by horse, not an engine like a true Gypsy.

"Well since your here, and your almost family. Lizzie's got some news." Polly said as Lind went to sniff cocaine into her nose which was weird seeing from the good two shoes.

"I'm pregnant." Lizzie said holding her head high and looking into the mirror in front of her.

"Oh? And who's the father, have you managed to narrow it down?" Linda asked, slightly annoying you.

" Yes, it's Tommy's." Lizzie told her with not so much happiness in her voice.

"Congratulations. You've won the raffle at last." Linda said with a laugh.

"Yeah. She's a real Shelby lady now, Linda. Just like you." Polly said wiping some of the cocaine off her nose.

"Right, ladies, let's rejoin our gentleman." Polly said you grabbed your fur and walked to Linda.

"And remember Linda, if they spit, just spit back." You said with a smile as you walked away and out the door. Walking back to your seat, you saw Bonnie pretty bloody now. Causing you to worry a bit.

"Abraham!" You yelled over to his father. His father walking to you still keeping an eye on Bonnie.

"is he okay?" You asked.

"I sure hope so." He said still looking at Bonnie. The bell sounded and Abraham went over to the corner. As they talked you saw darkness come over Bonnie's eyes. It beeing the forth round you knew he was geared up more than ever now. You got up and ran over to where he sat.

"You got this Bonnie. I'll be waiting once you beat this guy." You said with a smile to him and running back to your seat. You made eye contact with Tommy across the ring. He gave you a look of what the hell was going on. You rolled your eyes at him and went back as the match started.

"Come on Bonnie!" All the girls yelled as he ran around the ring. One of the men that was on Goliaths side you saw Arthur get up to follow. You looked at Tommy with an expression asking what's going on. He just rolled his eyes and went back to the fight. You sat back and watch the fight ignoring whatever was going on over there. Goliat getting a few good hit on Bonnie, and Bonnie falling to the ground.

"Bonnie!" You yelled along side his father who look at him in the ring. You looked at Abraham for confirmation he was okay. Abraham turning to you with a smile of confirmation. Taking a deep breathe you went back and watched the fight. You saw Tommy stand as the other man from Goliath's side left and followed him. You didn't know what was happening but you kind of knew it wasn't good. But, you had tasty out of it and let your brothers handle it. Bonnie now pushed up against the roped in front of you, you watched as he put on a show for everyone and ket his opponent fumble him.

"Where are Tommy and Arthur?" Polly leaned over to ask you.

"I don't know. I saw them walk towards the locker room, but I'm not sure." You yelled over the me to her. Bonnie now had Goliath up against the ropes you stood.

"Come on Bonnie!" You yelled. Polly stood to walk towards the locker rooms. Very confused as to what was going on now, you were sure they'd come back and tell you so you kept where you sat and just cheered on Bonnie as he was finishing the fight and knocking Goliath on his back. You stood and cheered as Bonnie stood on the ropes motioning you to get up there. You smiled as you ran over to the ring and stood on your tip toes. Bonnie came over and took his mouth guard out, his face bloodied, but still look your face to his and kissed him. You smiled as his dad pulled him to lift him up in celebration. You sat back in your seat and just watched as they celebrated, and you did along side the rest. But all of a sudden you saw Tommy talking to Lizzie, who's face just dropped. You began walking to Tommy.

"What happened?" You asked.

"Arthur." Was all he said. Looking at him confused.

"He's dead." He finished his sentence. Sadness just over coming your body and falling into the open seat next to you. You began to cry as all the men cheered around you. Tommy pushed through the crowd and jumped into the ring holding his gun in the air and letting two shots out.

"Close the doors!" He yelled as everyone ducked.

"No one fucking leaves!" He said lowering his gun to point around the room. Letting another 3 shots ring out into the ceiling.

"My brother is dead. YOU HEAR ME!!" He screamed out scanning the room while pointing his gun.

"MY BROTHER IS DEAD!" He yelled out dropping his hand and pacing around the ring and then settled int he middle leaning down and covering his eyes. You saw bonnie drop down from the ring and engulf you into his side in comfort. Charlie got into the ring to disarm Tommy. He fought back but eventually gave in and hung onto Charlie.

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Tommy Shelby- Old Love Pt2

I just realised I never posted the rest of Old Love. Oops. Here is Pt2

Pt1 Pt3

3rd Person POV

YN walks out of the bar taking her son from Polly and carrying him out with her. Tommy hasn't moved since she has walked out. Micheal, Tommys cousin looks around at the Shelby family confused

"What's up with him?"

"He saw his ex wife again with his son" John replies looking at Michael

"Wait Tommy was married to her? Why'd he let her go she was...."

"Thank you Michael that will be enough" Tommy snaps out of his trance and makes his way over to Arthur "what she doing back?"

"I sent her a letter"

"Why? She doesn't want anything to do with me. She made that pretty clear the last time I saw her"

"She was in a rough place then Tom"

"Yeah? She seemed fine packing up her shit and walking out"

"Maybe you should talk to her. You don't know what she's been going through"

"Oh and I suppose you do?" Tommy turns towards his older brother "what were you doing in there?"

"Talking. You need to talk to her. If not for your sake but for that boys. You have a son Tommy and you've been acting like a fool"

"She made her bed. She can lie in it!"

"Thomas Micheal Shelby" Polly places her hands on her hips, not happy with how her nephew is speaking about the mother of his child "you once loved that woman. You loved her enough to marry her and have a child with her. Have you ever thought about how you have effected her? Hum? That little boy is 3 years old and you've barley been in his life. Have you ever tried to talk to her?"

"Polly she chose to leave I didn't ask her to?"

"No maybe not with those words. But you were so in your own head that you didn't notice that she was being starved of love and affection. She was struggling, but you put your own problems in front of hers. You flirted with Grace in front of her then when she left and you got divorced you slept with Grace"

"To get over her. I loved her Poll"

"Loved? Or love? Tommy" and with that his aunt leaves the pup leaving the Shelby brothers and Micheal alone to think about everything she hand just said

"She's right Tom your still love her" John pats his older brothers shoulder

"What we John" Tommy shrugs his brothers hand from his shoulder and he goes to get himself a drink.

YNs POV

Seeing Tommy again practically breaks my heart, do I want us to be a family again? Of course! But I also know I need to look after myself and my boy

"Mummy why doesn't daddy love us anymore?"

"He does love you baby, daddy just struggles to show his love"

"I miss living with daddy"

"I know you do. I do as well" I sigh and carry Charlie to my parents house where we're going to be staying while we're here. I open the door and the smell of my mums cooking envelopes my nose

"YN love your home"

"Hi mum"

"Nanna" Charlie shouts. I put him down and he runs to his Nan

"Hi sweetheart, grandads in the garden digging up the vegetables"

"Ok" Charlie runs off to help my dad

"Have you seen him yet?"

"Yeah" I reply following my mum into the kitchen

"How is he" I shrug

"Not sure. He doesn't remind me of the man I married"

"The war ruined a lot of families. It took your dad a while to be well again"

"I get that mum I do. I bit my tongue, but cheating on me was to far mum"

"Polly told me that he never slept with her, not while you were his wife. When you left he got worse"

"I still love him but I don't know what to do"

"Talk to him"

"Your not the first person to tell me that today"

"YN you have both gone through a lot since you got married"

"He was self mum"

"Haven't you been a little selfish as well YN?"

"What?" I frown at my mum

"Well you didn't talk to Tommy about anything, but you expected him to understand that something was going on? YN you took his son away. Your both in the wrong for what's happened between you"

"Your right" I sigh

"Mummy, mummy look I got a potato" Charlie comes running into the kitchen holding a potato in his hand

"Woah that's amazing. Do you want it for your supper?"

"Can I?"

"I'll start boiling it" mum takes the potato from Charlie and starts peaking it.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x wife #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you

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Trans Awareness, Remembrance, and the Dangers of Existing

For those who still yet live.

(Image from GLAAD.)

November 13th – 19th was the annual Transgender Awareness Week, a week that ends in Transgender Day of Remembrance. The Day of Remembrance is a day that is solemn, tragic, and rather sobering. It’s the day we take to remember our transgender siblings who were killed in acts of transphobic hate. It is a day of mourning, of gravity, and many, many tears, because of how truly painful it can be. For me, a newly self-realized trans woman, it’s even more sobering.

Rewind to about a year ago. I was beginning to acknowledge the enormity of my gender dysphoria after 35 years of denial. It was something I was desperate to avoid at the beginning because I knew. I knew how much the world hates trans people for existing. How dangerous it is to step outside of the boundaries of the fragile social structure that we have encoded into our lives. How brittle and unsafe it can all be for someone who does not conform to the gender that we were assigned at birth.

I wanted to look away for so very, very long. To not admit the truth of my nature. But the funny thing about the truth is that it just stays there, even if you don’t believe it. And my truth was that I was trans. My new reality was that no matter how far I go in the journey, no matter how well I might “pass” (even though passing isn’t the goal, it’s being authentic to myself), there will always be people who hate me for existing.

I was unable to write this yesterday, due to obligations, but I wanted to write about it, nonetheless. Some friends of mine were able to hold a ceremony for the lives of our trans siblings who were taken this year. They got to say their names. They got to hold a candle for these brothers and sisters, dear people whose lives ended because someone decided that they shouldn’t exist.

These are their names. *

London Price.

Lisa Love.

A’nee Johnson.

Chyna Long.

YOKO.

Sherlyn Marjorie.

Kylie Monali.

Luis Angel Diaz Castro.

Thomas “Tom-Tom” Robertson.

De’Vonnie J’Rae Johnson.

Jacob Williamson.

Chanell Perez Ortiz.

Ashia Davis.

Banko Brown.

Rasheeda “Koko Da Doll” Williams.

Ashley Burton.

Tasiyah “Siyah” Woodland.

Tortuguita.

Cashay B. Henderson.

Imanitwitaho Zachee.

Maria Fer.

Jasmine “Star” Mack.

Unique Banks.

Say these names in your heart. Know that theirs was a life that was beautiful and should not have been taken away by a person with hate in their heart and fear in their mind. Recognize the fact that the largest percentage of these victims were black women by far. The oldest one of them was only 41 years old, 5 years older than me. Most were in their twenties. Some were in their teens. All were beautiful. All were born with innate divinity, the same innate divinity that dwells in each of us, the same image of the transcendent God that created all of us.

Remember them. Feel the weight of them. It’s a heavy load to bear, and much more than the community can stand. We are in an era of rapidly increasing transphobia. There is a concerted effort to mandate us out of existence legally. I honestly am somewhat afraid of coming home for Christmas this year because of my running into the wrong person while trying to spend time with my loved ones. (Then I remember it will be in Austin, and that’s probably as safe as it gets for gender-nonconforming individuals, and I relax, but it’s still by a slim margin.)

Before the day of remembrance is Trans Awareness Week. What's funny is before the past couple of years, I would rate everyone’s awareness of transgender people as relatively low, until certain lawmakers decided to make it an enormous issue. The truth of it is that trans people have always existed. We’ve always been there. Going back thousands of years, in cultures all over the globe, you will find trans people in history, if you look for them. Even going back, a couple of decades, yeah, things weren’t great for trans people, but mostly it was because people didn’t know what we were. People lived entire lives, not being free to be themselves. Now, we have people trying to educate people so that kids like me might understand more about themselves, and in response to simply new, better information about transgender identities, people react with hatred.

The thing about transgender people that I’m learning every day is that they are some of the bravest people I know. It takes bravery to ask yourself the hard questions about your identity. It takes bravery to live authentically as you are meant to be.

I was afraid that I didn’t have it in me to be brave enough to be trans.

But it doesn’t matter if I’m brave. It matters that I live. It matters that I exist. I’m extremely lucky, and privileged, to be where I am. To have lived the life I have lived is an extraordinary blessing. To have a family that still loves me and supports me is a blessing beyond measure. To have a partner who is willing to support me is an even greater blessing. So many trans kids and adults don’t have that. So many are turned out into a cold world that doesn’t want to make space for them. So many people would rather we did not exist.

The truth is, we do exist. And no matter how much they can try to legislate us out of existence, there will always be trans people. That’s the truth that cannot be erased or ignored. Just like I couldn’t ignore the truth about my gender identity, we as a people can’t ignore the hatred and violence that is done to trans people all the time. We cannot ignore the concerted effort by a few hateful individuals whose world is so small they cannot appreciate the infinite amount of beauty that trans people give to the world just by our existence.

I’m writing this because I want to make sure at the very least that I remember my siblings who have gone before me—those who face hatred and violence because of the small-minded hatred of bigots. Our world is so much more beautiful for us living in it.

May we one day live in a world where we no longer need to remember the lives of those killed because of anti-transgender hatred.

_________________________________________________

*Names retrieved from https://glaad.org/tdor-memoriam/.

#transgender #blog #lgbtqia+#trans day of remembrance #trans visibility

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Harry Potter Masterlist

A shattered life

Sirius Black thinks about his life

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Sirius Black & James Potter

The cold winter

Harry Potter the first november

Harry Potter & Lily Evans Potter, Harry Potter & James Potter, Sirius Black & Harry Potter

Cruel fate

Harry and Bill talk after Dumbledore's funeral

Harry Potter/Bill Weasley

Do-not-forget-me

James and Lily talk about their future

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter

I'll be your Sirius if you'll be my Moony

After the Second War against Voldemort, Sirius and Remus finally could take their happy ending.

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Harry Potter

One word at the time

Harry said his first word.

Lily and James weren't happy.

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Harry Potter & James Potter & Lily Evans Potter

Tired to be like this

Harry Potter is just tired

We are one thing

Harry is thankful for his friends

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

You look tasty ~ and also the pancakes does

Charlie wakes up in the morning to see his boyfriend make pancakes.

Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley

Paper rings

George thinks about his life.

Harry Potter/George Weasley

Like an angel ~ You're the devil in disguise

Tom Marvolo Riddle

You are a firework

Fred and George left Hogwarts, but not before being awesome

Harry Potter & Fred Weasley & George Weasley

Run faster than the rain

Marauders before the war

Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter

Perfectly good heart

Fred, George and Harry relationship on A Perfectly Good Heart, Tylor Swift

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

Sea morning

Harry and Ginny planned some holiday for their son, James.

Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter & James Sirius Potter & Ginny Weasley

Looking at them and remembering us

Sirius can't help himself.

Harry looks very like James

Sirius Black & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & James Potter, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

Girl on fire

James is in love with Lily.

Sirius Black is done with that

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & James Potter

The fell of the genius

Tom Marvolo Riddle was an angel.

Lucifer was an angel too.

Wait for you ~ you always come

Harry is alone.

He isn't alone for so long.

Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

Don't thank me

Alice went back from a date only to see her best friends acting strange.

Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom, Alice Longbottom & Lily Evans Potter & Mary Macdonald

I'm going under

Regulus fought his relatives' beliefs.

Regulus Black & Sirius Black

I'm still here

Fred Weasley wakes up.

His most favourite people are there for him.

Fred Weasley & George Weasley, Harry Potter/Fred Weasley

This is our legacy

Godric and Salazar talk

Godric Gryffindor & Salazar Slytherin

It is always the same

Fawkes saw king arose.

She also saw them fall

Things will change

Regulus never hated his older brother.

But, he still ran away.

Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr.

I feel like I'm going under

Harry fifth year isn't like he thought it would be

I can see you

Harry gives George one last goodbye

Harry Potter & George Weasley

Stop playing with the dress, you'll ruin it

Harry didn't want to go to the Yule Ball.

At least, he has a good date.

Harry Potter/George Weasley, Angelina Johnson/Fred Weasley, Harry Potter & Fred Weasley, Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter

The cherry on top of the cake

Harry has to bake a cherry pie.

Fred loves cherries

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter

One quiet night

Harry, Fred and George celebrate their anniversary.

Fred and George can't seem to get through an evening without surprises.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

You saw nothing

Dean tries to sneak out of Seamus' bed.

It does not work.

Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter

The wolf in me is in love with you ~ And so I am

Bill Weasley has always had a soft spot for Harry Potter.

The wolf in him even more

Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Harry Potter/Bill Weasley

The booty and the peach

Harry just wanted to study charms and eat her peach

Harry Potter & Fred Weasley

Something sweet, something deadly

Tom Riddle had managed to retrieve the body from the diary.

Now, he wanted Harry on his side

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

The reason we fought for

There is only a reason they fight.

To be free of laugh, cry, play, run, and be alive.

Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Alice Longbottom & Marlene McKinnon & Lily Evans Potter, Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom, Hannah Abbott/Neville Longbottom

I am a wolf when I am with you

Bill came home to find Harry distracted by some old friend.

He is very jealous.

Harry Potter/Bill Weasley

The sun on your skin

George and Harry in a quiet morning

Harry Potter/George Weasley

This is real

Charlie struggles.

Harry laughs.

Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley

Broken gay radar

Harry has a crush on George.

But George is straight.

Is he?

Harry Potter/George Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter

The things that are only yours

Harry and Fred try something new.

Harry finds out something really interesting

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley

Get your feet off the ground

Fred and George do a little prank on Harry.

He isn't amused at all.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

All the times I have forgive you, now it is over

Harry suffered for a long time.

Now, this is over.

They are over.

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter

The chains on me

Harry has always known what his destiny was

What we can be

Some thoughts on the future relationship between Fred, George and Harry.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

Don't touch my chocolate

Remus has only one rule: don't touch his chocolate.

Sirius breaks the rule.

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Harry Potter

(Don't) Take my picture

Harry is trying to work.

Fred takes pictures of him.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley

Demystify the myth, love the man

Harry, Fred and George's relationship told for small moments.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Harry Potter, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Cedric Diggory & Harry Potter, Hannah Abbot & Susan Bones & Harry Potter

Ask me again when I am old enough

The war against Voldemort was over.

Despite the dead, the deaths, the attacks, the pains, Fred couldn't think of a better day.

And it was all due to Harry Potter, standing before him, as alive as when they had last seen each other.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley

I'm your biggest fan

Harry had never met his best friend's older brother.

When he does, he can't believe who he is

Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/George Weasley

Promise me this is forever

At the Yule Ball, Harry and Fred meet and find.

Maybe it wasn't so bad after all

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

The Boss

Tom Riddle has always loved beautiful things.

Harry Potter was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

You need to go to bed

Harry has to work.

George is a cuddler.

Harry is weak for George.

Harry Potter/George Weasley

Close your eyes, I'll keep you safe

Harry was always scared of thunderstom.

Ron was there for him.

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

I forgive you ~ Please, forgive yourself

Life after the war was not easy.

Harry even struggled to comprehend that it was truly over, that Voldemort was no more.

Maybe he couldn't understand it because it wasn't really over.

Maybe he couldn't accept it because so many of his friends were dead.

Maybe he couldn't accept it because Remus and Tonks were dead too, and Teddy would be like him, he would be an orphan and everyone would celebrate the day his parents died.

As they had done on Halloween to rejoice at Voldemort's first disappearance.

Harry Potter/Percy Weasley

You were there for me

Barty was always there for Regulus.

Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr.

In this cold mornings

Harry is relaxing, but George has to give him something important

Harry Potter/George Weasley

Do you trust me?

Dumbledore knew that Harry had to die and also knew where the Chamber of Secrets was.

But, he didn't realize that Tom Riddle is far more dangerous than Voldemort.

And also, he didn't realize how tired Harry actually was.

Harry Potter & Tom Riddle

How to get a boyfriend by Harry Potter

"I mean," Fred explained, a huge smile on his face, "you need something to distract them all from some homicidal lunatic wanting you dead."

Harry snorted. "Good luck finding a way."

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley

Tell me why

Harry thinks Charlie is a lot of troubles. Why he had to be that distracting?

Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley

I feel at home when I'm with you

Harry after the war has a great realisation: George Weasley is hot.

That wasn't a good time for this intuitions of himself

Harry Potter/George Weasley

The dragon tamer

Harry wants information about dragons.

Who is better than Charlie in providing them?

Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

You are not alone

After the war, after Voldemort and all the deaths, Harry Potter has to do one more thing before he could recover.

But, he wasn't the only one who fought.

Harry Potter & Weasley Family, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Harry Potter & Oliver Wood, Luna Lovegood & Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter

I'll choose my path

Theodore Nott has a particular talent. Thanks to it, he is able to make his own choices.

Theodore Nott & Nott Sr.

Ours - Taylor Swift's edition

I’ll never leave you alone

And every time I look at you, it’s like the first time

Hold on, never turn back

Hold on, you are the best thing that’s ever been mine

Do you believe it?

We’re gonna make it now

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

Brotherly help

"Growing up with Fred and George," Ginny said thoughtfully, “taught me that if you have the tenacity to want to do something, nothing is impossible.”

Harry needed to talk with Sirius. Ginny asked Fred and George for their help.

Fred Weasley & George Weasley & Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter & Fred Weasley & George Weasley, Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley

Deal with the devil

He had only had time to see the last fight, the last stand, leaving his aunt, before the eyes, red like fire, focused on him.

Harry had run. Faster than when Dudley and his gang chased him around the neighborhood, faster than when he had to reach for the Stone to save it from Snape's hands, faster than when he reached Lockhart to talk about the Chamber of Secrets, and, finally, faster than when he raced against time to save his innocent godfather from the worst of ends.

Harry Potter & Voldemort

Best friend's brother

In his third year, Harry thought he only had to worry about a dangerous criminal who wanted to kill him. What he hadn't even imagined was falling in love with his best friend's brother. Now he just had to tell Ron. He preferred to face Sirius Black.

Saving Ginny from a basilisk and rescuing him from abusive relatives makes the Weasley twins extremely protective of Harry and makes the story ten times better.

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Fred Weasley & George Weasley, Harry Potter/George Weasley, Lee Jordan & Fred Weasley & George Weasley, Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley, Seamus Finnigan & Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter & Dean Thomas & Ron Weasley, Harry Potter & Weasley Family, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Harry Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Gryffindor Quidditch Team Members & Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter

It was all a facade

Sirius smiled. Since the betrayal had occurred, he had to be honest, he had been afraid of disappointing James and Lily, of not being able to protect and take care of Harry in his life. Not being good enough as a godfather, not good enough to take care of the wonderful boy in front of him.

Sirius sighed, his gaze falling on a photo on the mantelpiece. How could they have been so wrong?

Sirius Black & Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore & Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Sirius Black & James Potter & Lily Evans Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter

Are we doing it again?

Percy smiled hesitantly at Oliver, feeling relieved when Oliver smiled back.

It had been a sudden choice to invite him to have a drink together. Though being friends since they started Hogwarts, Percy hadn't wanted to assume that Oliver would enjoy spending his first weekend in Hogsmeade with him.

Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood

Quidditch Romance

Cedric swallowed. "After doing all this, do you still think you're weak?"

Harry looked away, but Cedric didn't let him, placing a hand on his cheek. "Do not do it." he murmured. "Harry, don't you realize how much courage it takes to do something like that? I…I'm lost for words. You are just…amazing."

Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter

Three, two, one

True friendship makes you inseparable, and nothing, not even death, can separate true friends.

Barty Crouch Jr looks at Harry, Ron and Hermione and remembers his past.

Regulus Black & Barty Crouch Jr. & Evan Rosier, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

I lost everything the day you were gone

Harry looked at him, sitting up and staring George intently into his eyes.

"Losing someone close." George clarified. "Does it ever hurt less?"

Harry sighed. "It's like… a scar." His hand rested for a moment on his lightning bolt scar on his forehead, as if to apologize to anyone for the comparison. "After a while, it stops bleeding, but in bad weather it always stretches a little bit."

Harry Potter & George Weasley, Fred Weasley & George Weasley

Regulus Black's great crisis

Regulus wasn't attracted to Barty. At all. Was he?

Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black & Sirius Black

Tip the sexy waiter

After Hogwarts, Harry doesn't become an Auror and becomes a bartender.

James calls in reinforcements to protect his beloved son from harm.

Sirius Black/Harry Potter, Sirius Black & James Potter

Unfaithful

"Remus, please talk to me. I know I messed up, just… Please, I just need to talk to you. To explain what happened…." Sirius drifted off, as soon as Remus’ attention was on him again.

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Thank you

Lily had always been a brilliant witch. She was the best of their generation, according to some professors. Definitely gifted, according to all of them.

She had always been curious, even as a child. When a vast new world opened up before her, Lily plunged into it. Her best friend was by her side, ready and determined to know everything she could about it, eager to learn everything there was to know, and impatient to find out what she didn't know yet but would discover.

Now, she wished she had been less curious, less ready, less determined, less eager, less impatient.

Less Lily.

Sirius Black & Lily Evans Potter

Love me, love me

"NO!" Tom ran up to him, laying his head on his legs, "Don't leave me! You promised!"

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

You are here

Percy was on his evening patrol when he heard someone crying.

Ginny Weasley & Percy Weasley

We could be a family

"I have your gift." She handed him a package, which Harry slowly opened.

When he finished opening it, he gasped.

Petunia Evans Dursley & Harry Potter

An offer he couldn't refuse

“When you told me you lived out of the way,” George noted, as he watched him eat a piece of candy, “I didn't think you meant in the muggle world out of the way.”

Harry chuckled. “I don't live in the muggle world.”

“Your home is Grimmauld Place. Correct me if I'm wrong, Harry, but isn't that on the muggle side of London?” George asked, reaching over to steal a piece of candy from the pile that Harry had created.

“My house is magical.” Harry waved his hands, making George snort, "And anyway, I only live far enough away from the madness you call the wizarding world."

Harry Potter & George Weasley

Stories that end and begin

Tom had been right.

Now that he was in his fifth year at Hogwarts, he could state that Soulmates were a nuisance.

With the exception of a few souls who could consider themselves lucky, most of them were forced to put up with people they despised and who would do no good for their future.

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

All we need is hope

A noise made him look away from the window, and he saw George hovering in Ron's doorway, smiling slightly at him. “Hey.”

“George.” Harry smiled, holding out his hand to invite the older boy to join him.

George didn't have to be told twice, and when he was close enough, Harry leaned up to kiss his cheek.

Harry Potter/George Weasley

Welcome back

Being on the Hogwarts Express without being a student was an interesting experience, Harry decided.

He could have undertaken the journey in another way, he knew it. He could have used the Floo, or Apparated, or used his broom.

But, despite his years in the Wizarding World, Harry was still a mess with the Floo; the mere concept of walking into a chimney sent him into a spiral of panic. He had never actually gotten his license to Apparate and, also, it wasn’t possible to apparate in the Castle’s boundary, and Harry didn't really want to suffer the journey from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. And, although he loved his broomstick and the feeling of flying in general, he loved the idea of flying for long periods of time in the cold Scottish morning much less.

So, the Hogwarts Express had been his one and only alternative.

Luna Lovegood & Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall & Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood & Minerva McGonagall

My duty

Harry had known what his duty would be. Now, he hates it.

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter

Take me back where I was home

James and Lily before the war.

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter

Harry, there are zombies

Harry thought they didn't exist, but here they were.

The magic never ceased to amaze him.

The tents that seemed microscopic were huge like houses, the ceiling could represent the starry sky, the stairs changed, house elves existed, centaurs predicted the future by looking at the stars.

The pipes could grow so large that a basilisk could fit through them. Giant spiders were a thing, and they ate human flesh. You could resurrect the dead and make them zombies.

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

I thought I knew love, and then I met you

Lily was staring at the inn table with a frown.

Being the second daughter of a noble family meant receiving some proposals from various suitors, but running the risk of being continually disappointed.

As had happened that day, when Lily had reached the agreed place for the date with the noble of that time and had realized that she had been dumped for another noble, first-born and therefore of greater value.

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter

The rising of the moon

Harry and Bill were out on a date. The full moon appears in the sky.

Harry Potter/Bill Weasley

Two cute foxes, one embarrassing rant

Fred and George needed a role of their own, even considering how they were Fred & George and not Fred and George.

And, if no one had made the effort to recognize them, to distinguish them, they would have managed to be seen and noticed. At least that was his due to them.

This didn't mean they wouldn't want to be appreciated for who they were.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

Under the rain

Sometimes, love is also pushing someone into the rain and laughing with them.

Love is in simple gestures.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley

You have been invited to the wedding of James Potter & Lily Evans!

It's Lily and James' wedding. We certainly couldn't expect everything to go smoothly, right?

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & James Potter & Lily Evans Potter

Brotherly love

Sirius and Regulus in a moment without strangers.

Only two brothers.

Regulus Black & Sirius Black

Some things are better left untold

Harry, Ron and Hermione were a trio.

But how did Harry, Ron and Hermione become the famous trio?

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley

This is all your fault

Harry and Fred had gone for a walk in the woods when Fred realized they were lost.

Harry Potter/Fred Weasley

Hey, look at me

George really can't stand Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang.

Just because they play Quidditch against them, of course.

Not because of the way Harry acts around them.

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/George Weasley, Fred Weasley & George Weasley

Seeing through your lie

Hermione knows that there is something special between Harry and Ron.

A little moment of comfort between Harry and Hermione during the Goblet of Fire.

Hermione Granger & Harry Potter

I would it all over again

Harry James Potter and Tom Marvolo Riddle were many things.

But, most of all, they were both alone.

Harry Potter & Tom Marvolo Riddle

Take me home

When silence descends and the mind wakes up, it is really difficult to relax.

Yet, happiness can be found even in the darkest moments. If only one has the right company.

Sirius Black & Harry Potter

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