#Peaky Blinders Sister Headcanons

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Headcanon: Peaky Blinders

-Being the second youngest Shelby and being really close to John and Esme (fem!reader)

A/N: requested by anon right here, thanks again! Sorry for being a little late, I hope you like it.

As a kid, John always tried to shelter you. All of your brothers did, maybe trying to protect your innocence for just a bit longer, but John was the one who was trying the hardest. Arthur just didn’t know how and Tommy, as much as he wanted to shelter you, needed to make sure the rest of the world wouldn’t eat you right up.

Not having a mother was really hard. Sure, you had Polly and Ada, but it never felt like having a real mom.

Still, your childhood was filled with beautiful memories. You remember the boys taking you and Finn out whenever they could. You would go to the beach or just run in a field of flowers. Every day out of Birmingham was like a blessing to you. You couldn’t stand its ashy damp streets and its misery that seemed to seep out of every crack in the walls. John was always there to make sure you wouldn’t forget those beaches and fields.

“Y/N!” John called out coming up to you and Finn sitting on the ledge of the bridge, throwing rocks in the water. “What?” you asked, trying to slick back your hair that was getting frizzy from the humidity. “Look what I got for you,” he said pulling out the prettiest seashell out of his pocket. “Wow! It’s for me?” “Of course!” he said stuffing it in your hands and ruffling your hair.

Seeing you happy was enough to make him smile.

Then John got married and had children, and already you could feel the two of you drifting apart. You hated that. You hated it because you were jealous of his kids. You, you were his kid for so long and now you could see how easily you could be replaced. You hated it because those kids had a mom, which you could never have. But mostly, you hated it because you felt so bad about being jealous that you were the one who decided to put some distance between you and John. But it didn’t last very long.

“Y/N? Come here!” John said, hearing you walk in the house, “Come here I said!” he said grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, “Come sit with me for a second, will you? We barely talk anymore, what’s going on?” He pulled you onto his lap “I don’t know…” you said, “Why would you even want to talk to me anymore…” you mumbled. “What was that?” “Nothing…” “Y/N?” he said putting his hand on your head and pulling you close to his chest. “You’ve got your own kids now, why would you spend your time caring for me?” “I will never stop caring about you, Y/N. You’re.. you’re like my own kid, okay? Don’t ever forget that.”

After that, you stop being afraid to hang out at John’s place and you grow quite close to Martha too.

But that all stopped when the war started.

You got really scared when John was sent away to fight. It felt like the world had decided to rip away the only beautiful thing in your life. You were scared that everything was going to go dark while he was away. And what if he never came back…

While John was away, you were always around to help Martha. You helped her with the groceries, watched over the kids or even cooked. She was really nice to you too. She would brush your hair, braid it, let you try on makeup, and dance with you in the kitchen.

But John came back and she was the one who ended up leaving you. It was really hard on you. You stayed locked in your room for days, barely coming out to eat. John would sit in front of your door trying to coax you out. You could hear him cry sometimes. And you cried too. Because you missed Martha. Because you wanted to be there for the kids. Because you were supposed to be the one making John smile.

You got out of your room, slowly sitting down on the floor by John’s side. You weren’t crying anymore, but couldn’t really bring yourself to smile. You rested your head on his shoulder. “Do you remember her favourite song?” you asked quietly. “Of course I do,” he said,” she will dance to it all the time. You did too.” “So did you,” you added. “Maybe we could put it on… and dance…” “I think I would like that…”

At first, you were completely against John marrying Esme. Why would he marry someone he doesn’t even know! And why replace Martha! You understand it, of course, from a business and strategic point of view, but that’s all.

It doesn’t take long for you to notice how happy John is with her. So as much as you want to hate her, you can’t bring yourself to do so. When John finally presents you to her, you can’t hide how happy you are.

“Y/N, this is Esme, my wife,” John said proudly. “Hi,” you said, waving your hand shyly. “So you’re the famous Y/N,” Esme said, crouching to be on your level. “Famous?” you asked curious. “Yeah, famous,” she said pushing back a strand of hair behind our ear, “John can’t shut up about you, acting like a proud dad and stuff.”

And that was enough to make you fall in love with her. After everything, the war, Martha’s death, you felt like you were going back to your old self. You were happier than ever, always smiling and ready to help out.

Esme was really grateful for you too. John’s kids were still young, and seeing you close to Esme, trusting her, made them feel more comfortable around her. Very much like Martha, she took care of you, but unlike her, she wasn’t trying to keep you in the house. She would push you to go out and explore the world on your own.

You could tell something was wrong when her cocaine addiction was getting out of hand. You tried your best to be kind to her but she always seemed down and moody.

“Esme,” you said unsure. “What is it, sweetie?” “You… you… you look like you’re not feeling well,” you finally said. “I’m okay,” she mumbled, “don’t worry about me.” “But I can’t help it!” “Come here,” she said, quickly wiping and tear from her face, “Come on, smile for me, you’re our ray of sunshine aren’t you?” “Yeah…” you said smiling weakly, “But Esme, I really am worried…” “Shhh, let me do your hair for you,” she said spinning you around, “That will put a smile on your face, right?

Moving to the countryside estate is probably the best thing to ever happen to you. Esme was the one to invite you, saying that this could be your first step to getting out of Birmingham. It feels like living in a childhood memory. You would enjoy long walks in the field with the dog, drinking tea on the terrasse and watching the sunset over the trees. You were older now, of course, but you would still fall asleep to John telling stories to his kids.

It all gets destroyed, torn apart, when John is killed. A big red stain is spreading across your perfect life. You can’t stay there anymore, it makes you feel sick. You try going back home, spending time with Finn, then going to Ada’s, but nothing seems to be working. You start to spiral down

If people doubted you were a Shelby, they believe it now. You’ve been up to all sorts of troubles, petty crime, drinking, and fights, but nothing could fill the hole in your chest. Ultimately, you wound up getting a bunch of guys really pissed off. Something about you being a prude or something. You were so drunk by then that you could barely remember what they said. You could however remember how scared you were when they cornered you in an alley near the Garisson. You could remember how badly you wanted John to just show up and get you out of there.

It was Esme you showed up. She had been looking for you ever since you left the countryside estate. She brings you back home and tends to your wounds, making you feel at home once again. 

“I didn’t mean to cause that much trouble,” you said. Esme was finishing up the bandage on your arm. “It’s alright Y/N,” she said,” don’t worry about it.” There was a long silence before any of you spoke again. “Why are you doing all this?” you finally asked. “Cause I care about you,” she said, picking up a hairbrush and sitting behind you. She was taking her time, slowly detangling the knots in your hair. “But…” you started, not knowing what to argue. “Cause you’re like my kid,” Esme said, cutting you, “And I’ll be there for you no matter what!” You turned around, suddenly hugging her. “I love you,” you whispered in her ear. “I love you too,” she whispered back hugging you tighter.

[theshelbyclan]

A Sisterly Bond

Summary: Ada and Teddy don’t have much in common, but that doesn’t mean that they couldn’t make a good team

A/N: I just felt like writing again, and for Ada and Teddy in particular. I always imagine them getting on better and better as Teddy gets older. She’s still young in this one, so it’s a rocky relationship still 😂 anyways, hope you enjoy to whoever still is reading my stuff!

Words: 2630

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“Teddy, would you be so kind as to give me my coat?”

“No.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Ada sighed, “why do you always have to be difficult?”

“Am not,” Teddy grumbled.” I just don’t see why I have to be your lady’s maid, just because you’re my sister.”

“Ooh, there’s a big word!” the older sister replied sarcastically.

“Tommy says all fancy rich ladies have a lady’s maid.”

“ ‘Tommy says’…” Ada rolled her eyes and Teddy stuck out her tongue at her.

In many ways, Ada and Teddy were nothing alike. There was the age gap, of course, but they also just seemed to have very little in common. Ada didn’t care much for family business, while Teddy wanted to know everything about everything. Ada tried her best to live her own life without her brothers interfering at every turn, whereas Teddy wanted to be like her brothers in every way. Ada made an effort to never care too much, unlike Teddy, who cared so much and didn’t have a problem showing it. Also, Ada wanted to go out in her fancy coat and high heels, and Teddy wanted to run free in her brother’s trousers and shirt.

Polly watched the two sisters and followed Teddy with her eyes as she stormed out the door in a huff. She then turned to Ada and said, “Would it kill you to just say a kind word to her every now and then?”

Ada had her nose back in the papers and shrugged, “I don’t know, Pol. Would it kill her to practise some good manners?”

“You know what she’s like.”

“Oh, I do,” she sighed, “I remember when she was born and you told me how nice it would be for me to have another girl in the family. Instead we got… Teddy.”

———

Nine-year-old Teddy Shelby was walking through the muddy streets and pretended she was a pirate. With a stick in hand, she fought off the assailants only she could see and shouted out battle cries. But in the chaos of Small Heath, no one really noticed her. And if they did, they simply thought: there goes Teddy Shelby…

Her playing was suddenly interrupted though by her youngest brother. “Aunt Polly says she wants you to go with Ada!” Finn shouted out, as he ran towards her.

“Why?” she sighed, exasperated.

“I don’t know. She needs help carrying things from the market?”

Teddy kicked a rock, “Can’t you do it?”

Finn shrugged again, “It’s a woman’s job, isn’t it.”

“Oh fuck off!” As Finn pouted a little, she added, “Please can you go? Ada doesn’t even like me…”

If there was one thing Finn couldn’t stand, it was seeing his little sister upset, so he agreed. “You know, Arthur is always with John. Ada likes me, but you’re Tommy’s favourite.”

“I know.”

“So it’s not that bad, right?” Finn tried hopefully.

“I suppose not.” But Teddy couldn’t help but feel a little sadness over it.

———

“Aunt Pol says I’m to get you ready for church.”

“I am ready,” Teddy motioned to her dress, which she hated so intensely.

Ada sighed, “What have you done to your knees now? They look like you’ve become the chimney sweep’s latest apprentice.”

“Why do you always have to badger me?” Teddy called out, full of frustration.

“Just… clean your knees before Polly sees,” she waved a hand and put on a hat.

Teddy started scrubbing furiously at her legs. Ada watched her and decided that maybe she should make an effort. So she asked, “What do you think of this hat? Does is suit me?”

“I don’t know,” the little girl shrugged, “it stays on so I’m guessing it fits your head?”

“Bloody hell, I don’t know why I even bother. Let’s go.”

———

In the late afternoon sun, Tommy was talking to a man about a horse. Next to him, a small girl was following the conversation intensely, trying to learn as much from the interaction as she could.

“I’ll give you four for her, but no more.”

“Can’t do less than six, mister Shelby,” the man slapped her brother’s hand, “She’s a good horse, that one. Strong.”

“She’s no war horse and I could have fucking five of her for that price. Four and a half.”

“I have a family to feed, sir. Five?”

Tommy shook his hand and that was that.

After he’d left, Teddy looked up and, like she’d been in the business for twenty years, said, “She’s worth at least ten, Tommy.”

“Is she?” he took a drag on his cigarette, but inside felt like he could burst with pride. Then he lifted Teddy up and planted her up onto the horse, “Go on, tell me what she’s like.”

As Teddy rode around the yard, Ada joined her brother. With her usual air of indifference, she commented, “Well, if it isn’t the big brother and his pride and joy.”

“Hello, Ada…”

“Did she persuade you into spending more money once again?”

“Look at her,” Tommy pointed, “She might be the best rider in all of Small Heath.”

Ada raised her eyebrows and mumbled, “High praise…” In truth, Ada was impressed. She’d always been the odd one out in the family when it came to horses. She never much cared for them and riding them had always been more of a chore than a pleasure.

“Why don’t you tell her how good she looks up on that horse, eh?”

“Me? Why the hell would I tell her?”

Tommy locked eyes with Ada, “Because it’s you she wants to hear it from.”

She laughed a little at that, “No, Tommy, it’s you she wants to hear it from. Everything she wants to hear from you.”

As Ada walked off again, Tommy called after her, “She is your only sister, Ada.”

“And what a joy she is,” but it didn’t come out that sarcastic this time.

After a few more minutes or riding, Teddy hopped down from the horse again. Her brother asked her some questions about the horse and she answered to the best of her abilities. But in between, Teddy carefully asked, “Was that Ada?”

“Yes, just on her way home from the Bullring.”

“Did she watch me ride?” Teddy asked in a small voice.

Tommy observed her for a second, “Now, why do you ask that?”

She shrugged her shoulders and turned away to brush off the horse, “Just curious.”

———

Polly was a modern woman in many ways, but not in every way. She might’ve even been insulted if you called her that. So, when it was time for the spring cleaning of the house, she asked the girls to help. Well, she didn’t really ask.

“Ada, you start on sweeping and Teddy you can follow her with the bucket.”

Both girls rolled their eyes so hard it had to hurt and Polly couldn’t help but notice how in those few seconds, they looked exactly alike.

“I’ll be in the back with the washing,” their aunt continued, leaving no room for arguments.

Cigarette in hand, Ada started sweeping the floors at her own leisurely pace.

“Hurry up, will you?” Teddy grumbled, “I have to wait on you to mop and I do have other things to do, you know.”

“Oh? And what important appointments might you have, you strange little idiot?”

“Don’t call me an idiot!” Teddy stomped down het foot, “and hurry the fuck up!”

“Swear again and I’ll give you a slap!”

“Go on then!”

Ada huffed and swung her broom, aiming for her annoying sister. Teddy ducked and laughed, “You’re too slow.”

“Teddy…” she sighed, “I don’t want to do this either and I don’t have the energy to fight you as well. Just shut up and get this done.”

“Fine. Go on then, work, unless you’re afraid you’ll break a fucking nail or something.”

That earned Teddy a firm smack around the head. Angrily, she picked up her bucket and threw its contents in Ada’s direction, instantly soaking her sister.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!”

Aunt Polly came barging in the house after hearing Ada scream. Inside, she found a furious Teddy with one red cheek and an even more furious Ada, completely wet and dripping.

“I left you two alone for five fucking minutes,” she glared daggers, “and you can’t even behave for that long?”

Ada seemed to have found her composure again and grabbed another, dry, cigarette. “That’s what happens when you leave me with an actual fucking savage, Pol.”

“It’s not my fault! She started it!” Teddy fumed, “She called me an idiot and she does that all the time because she hates me!”

“Jesus Christ,” Polly lit a cigarette of her own, “Ada, go get changed and then you can continue the work outside. Teddy, you take over the sweeping. Probably my own fucking fault for thinking you could get along for half a day…”

With all the dignity she could muster in a soaked dress, Ada stalked off. Teddy picked up the broom and tried to avoid Polly’s eyes.

“I’ll have a word with her,” Polly said eventually, not without sympathy.

“Which is more than I’ll ever fucking have again,” Teddy spit.

“God,” Polly whispered to herself, “Why did you have to make them both so fucking stubborn?”

———

It was the evening after pay day, so all the pubs in Small Heath were filled to the brim. Normally, they didn’t serve women on their own, but Ada Shelby was the exception to the rule. Harry wouldn’t dare to refuse her.

“Here you go, Miss Shelby,” he said, as he handed her a drink.

She took it gratefully and went to sit down. The truth was, she was hoping to catch a glimpse of Freddie Thorne, but he hadn’t been in yet.

After fifteen minutes, she wanted another one and made her way over to the bar again. But the place was packed and it took too long for her liking. So, Ada went behind the bar and poured her own drink. Teddy watched her and smirked slightly. Deep down, she did admire her sister, simply because she wasn’t impressed by anything or anyone really.

At the same time, an older gentlemen strolled into the Garrison. He was dressed differently, looked like money, and had the confidence to match. Short as he was, he made up for it in attitude. Teddy didn’t know him and eyed him carefully.

Then he spotted Ada and made his way over. Leaning on the bar, he started talking to her, but Teddy couldn’t hear. She stood up and walked a little closer, while remaining invisible in the crowd.

“Come on, sweetheart, pretty girl like you all alone without a man?”

“Who says I am?” Ada shrugged, and Teddy could tell she was uncomfortable.

He smiled at her without humour, “How about I take you for a good time. You don’t want to be difficult, do you?”

Teddy frowned and felt the urge to spit at him. But instead she noticed how he was standing up on the little ledge of the bar, just a few inches off the ground. Cockily, he balanced on one leg, presumably to make up for the inches he lacked.

So the little girl grinned and just as he was telling Ada about all the things he had and could offer her, Teddy walked up to him and kicked him in the back of his knees. At once, he lost his balance and his legs buckled. And in one swift motion, he collapsed onto the bar and then fell flat on his arse.

The pub erupted in laughter.

Teddy joined in, but only got to celebrate her triumph for a few seconds. The man became furious and grabbed her, raising his hand to strike her. But before he could, Ada had grabbed a bottle and smashed it over his head. Afterwards, she calmly brushed the glass off her own coat and bit, “Now, piss off.”

“Yeah!” Teddy added, “Piss off!”

Ada looked down at her and grabbed her hand. She didn’t feel like waiting for what was to happen next, so she marched her little sister out of the pub.

Outside, neither said a word for a long time. Eventually, Ada was the first one to speak, “Would you mind explain what the bloody hell that was?”

Teddy shrugged, a little winded from having to run after Ada in her four inch heels, “I thought he was a bad man, so I didn’t want him to talk to you.”

Ada looked down at her strange little sister and felt a sudden surge of love for her, “He was a bad man. And I didn’t want him to talk to me.”

“Why?”

“Teddy… there are some good men out there…”

“Are there?”

“…but most of them are just bastards.”

Teddy pondered on that for a second, “How do you know which one is the not-bastard?”

Ada smiled, “Well, apparently, you already do. This one was not one of them.”

“So, you’re not mad at me for kicking him?” She tried carefully.

“Mad?” She laughed, “I thought it was bloody brilliant!”

Teddy smiled back up at Ada, beaming with pride.

“Thank you, Teddy, because for a moment, I did get scared.”

“I can come with you all the time, if you like!” her little sister quipped happily, “Keep watch for you?”

“That won’t be necessary, sweetheart, but I appreciate the offer.”

Casting her eyes down again, “Yeah, I know you don’t want me around…”

And quite abruptly, Ada stopped her in the streets, “Now wait a second, you strange little…” she quickly swallowed her words, “Teddy. Just because I don’t always like you, doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Do you understand?”

“No. That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Maybe not,” Ada marched on again and Teddy once again struggled to keep up, “but it will as soon as you find your own not-bastard!”

Teddy looked a little too pensive for Ada’s liking, so she said in her version of being comforting, “I’ll look out for you too and kick any man that gets to close, don’t worry.”

“What happened to you two?” Polly demanded, as her two nieces walked through the door.

“Nothing,” they both replied in unison.

Thomas looked from one to the other, “Tell me what happened.”

“We told you, Thomas, nothing happened,” Ada replied airily, while taking off her gloves.

“Teddy, you fucking tell me now.”

But even Teddy didn’t crumble under her brother’s piercing eyes this time. Instead, she looked up to Ada and said, “It’s nothing, Tommy. Just women’s business. Nothing for you to worry about.” She was now directly quoting her other female role model and Polly had no choice but to bend her head to hide her smile.

Ada smiled back at Teddy and left the room, with her little sister in tow.

“What the fuck was that?” Tommy sighed.

Polly replied, not without some smugness, “I believe that was a sisterly bond in action.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Yes.”

“Fucking hell,” he breathed, as he lit another cigarette.

Polly turned around to continue her work, “You’re outnumbered now, Thomas!”

Tommy tried to make a dismissive hand gesture, “There’s four of us, only two of them.”

“Yes, but they’re women, sweetheart, and women count for at least two men. Besides, they’re together now.”

This was all too much for the great leader of the Peaky Blinders to understand. There were some things, ‘women’s business’ as Teddy so elegantly had put it, that he tried to steer clear of. Still, he felt a pang of sadness over his little sister growing up. Maybe he was losing her.

“You won’t,” his aunt read his mind, “but you can’t protect her forever either.”

“If I can’t, who will?”

Polly smiled gently, “We will.”

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[ryuzakemo128]

Hey, can you do a peaky blinder headcannon where the reader is the second youngest shelby but is really close with John shelby so she is basically John and esmes daughter. She's always around them and won't leave their side. They are both so protective of her as she's always happy and kind. She's really close with esme and she looks up to her like a mother figure and esme looks at her like a daughter.

Second Youngest Shelby Headcanons

I hope you like these and I am really sorry these took really long to make.

Before Season 1

Your birth month flower are Hawthorn (Crataegus monogyna) and Lily of the Valley (Convallaria majalis) flowers.

You prefer to spend time with John out of all of your older brothers. There wasn't many moments in your life that you spent without him.

Your nickname means little mouse as you are that much smaller in terms of height.

Despite your small stature you have a fiery spirit and a rather strong personality. Refusing to let anyone push you around.

You have a special bond with John Shelby, he was there for you for everything and when he went to war in World War I, you were devastated. You wrote him letters every week, and his replies were your lifeline.

You often found comfort in the company of Esme, who became like a mother figure to you. She saw you as a daughter and cherished the bond you shared.

Season 1

You noticed the way your older brother John is now acting differently. The first world war affected him in ways you could not fathom or begin to imagine. The way you heard about his trouble sleeping made you more alert and aware of it.

You made it your personal mission and priority to remain at his side, offering him comfort and support whenever he asked or needed it. Often staying up late into the night with him and falling asleep on the couch making sure he had company.

John appreciated your presence more than anything during those difficult times. He found solace in your unwavering support and kindness. You were like a ray of sunshine in his life, always bringing a smile to his face.

John appreciated your presence more than anything during those difficult times. He found solace in your unwavering support and kindness. You were like a ray of sunshine in his life, always smiling. Your personality remains bright as he remembered it.

You two would go on long walks to help clear his mind, you two rarely spoke during these walks because you felt like words were not needed as the silence between the two of you spoke louder than words ever could.

The chaos, danger surrounding the Shelby name and family, John wanted to make sure you and Finn were safe no matter what happened. Always keeping a watchful eye on the both of you. Even after he got married to Esme.

Season 2

As the family's troubles intensified, you became protective of both John and Esme as their troubles worsened. In spite of the fact that you are younger than Ada, you are also older than Finn Shelby. In addition to that, you are also the second youngest Shelby. Since you could not bear the thought of losing anyone else in your family, you made it your mission to ensure their safety as well. There was always someone at their side, accompanying them wherever they went and keeping an eye out for any potential threats along the way.

You found solace and a sense of purpose in the study of philosophy. It became an outlet for your introspection and a way to make sense of the chaotic world around you. You delved deep into philosophical concepts and theories, often engaging in intellectual discussions with John and Esme, who admired your thirst for knowledge.

You developed a close bond with Esme, viewing her as not only a mother figure but also a mentor. She recognized your intellectual curiosity and encouraged your pursuit of knowledge. Together, you would spend hours discussing philosophy, literature, and various other subjects that intrigued you. Esme's guidance and wisdom shaped your perspective on life and helped you navigate the complexities of the world.

Despite not wanting part of the family's business, you were often dragged into it just because of the last name Shelby.

You made it clear that you didn't want to be directly involved in the illegal activities of the Shelby family. Instead, you focused on using your intellect and strategic thinking to assist John and Esme from behind the scenes. Your ability to analyze situations and provide insightful perspectives became invaluable to them in their dealings. "I don't want someone else's blood on my hands Tommy," You told him. You already couldn't stand the sight of someone else's blood and her own, so you made it a personal boundary to avoid direct involvement in violence.

You learned hand-to-hand combat even though you couldn't stand the sight of someone else's blood or your own. It triggered more of a gag reflex, you know the importance of self-defence she just didn't think she would need to learn it until things got a lot more riskier.

You saw Esme as a mother figure, as you grew older and she saw you as the daughter she never had.

Esme taught you invaluable life skills like cooking, sewing, managing household affairs and handling finances. She wanted to make sure you were armed with the necessary skills to navigate the world as you grew up.

Despite your aversion to violence, you developed a sharp intuition when it came to reading people and assessing dangerous situations. Your keen observational skills and ability to gauge people's intentions proved valuable sometimes. Much like Polly's ability to read the future or at least predict it. She had a rather strong Intuition.

Season 3

Your Intuition became more refined as you grew up, the constant danger, shifting alliances forced you to develop a heightened sense of awareness and knack for predicting potential threats.

The studies kept her from nearly most of the family meetings as you delved deeper into them. "You for a fact know that I can't go those meetings, I have to study as much as I can." You said to Thomas, John, Arthur and Polly.

While you were busy with your studies, you also helped out when it comes to John and Esme's children. Always making time to help them out.

Despite the busy schedule, you made it a point to spend more time with them and helping them out. From cooking to cleaning and babysitting the children.

5. The major family meetings were now the only ones you would attend, the only ones you be found attending and it was usually Thomas breaking the news to you on the day, John would tell you the day before.

Season 4

John's death was traumatizing, it deeply affected you, losing your closest brother was devastating blow, it shattered the sense of security you always had beside you.

One of the Changretta mafia blinded her with the use of a acidic liquid, causing her to lose her sight permanently, your wails were from the women's bathroom one night after John's death.

Tommy was furious when this happened, "I can't see Tommy. How can I continue my studies if I can't see?"

[swanimagines]

Hey! Could you write headcanons for Being the Peaky Blinders’ nurse? Thanks so much!

When you first got one of the Shelby’s to your little clinic, you were surprised instead of being afraid. 

The Shelbys weren’t exactly good people, but they were kind to those who lived in the area, helping them in exchange for not snitching on them.

So you didn’t think twice when you ushered them to lay the man on your table and started examining him.

It was John - bruises covering his body, him groaning in pain as you twisted and pressed around him to find any broken bones.

He had a nasty gash on his side and bruises, but nothing more serious.

So you disinfected his gash and wrapped it up, before you called out to his brothers to come and pick him up.

“A week of rest and lots of water helps a lot,” you instructed them. “But if he gets a fever, bring him back immediately.”

And that was that, they thanked you and left.

You thought it was the last time you’d see them, at least for a while – but then they kept coming back.

You didn’t really understand why, your little clinic at the corner of two backstreets, on the verge of bankruptcy, when they could afford going to one of the fancier places near where the injury happened.

Not that you complained of course, they paid you handsomely.

But to your surprise, those payments weren’t enough as a large company bought the building complex where you had your clinic, and you were forced to close it.

You wandered around Birmingham for a week or two, trying to make up a way to feed yourself and pay the rent for your flat.

And then…

Tommy Shelby himself appeared at your door.

“I have a proposition,” he started, handing you an envelope. “We have a free room at the Garrison, you could practice your clinic there. In exchange, you would take care of our gang.”

You eyed him for a moment before you peeked into the envelope. Hundreds of pounds laid there, enough to pay off months of rent in advance. You frowned.

“Why me?”

He was quiet for a moment. “You help without questions, are good at what you do and are currently struggling.”

You stared at him for a moment longer, fiddling with the envelope, before you nodded. “Let me get my suitcase.”

The room at the Garrison was bigger than you expected—not as big as at your clinic, but plenty of room to do whatever you needed. And you remembered occasionally thinking that you could get by with a smaller room.

So, you began your work.

The gang was your priority, but you were allowed to take other customers for extra coin.

Not that there were many, but you were content treating the gang only too - they paid you well, you had money to live comfortably.

Sometimes, they invited you to have a drink or two with them.

In case you fell sick, Polly and Ada took care of you.

Hot tea, warm blankets, soup.

They fell like they were your mother and sister those times, by how caring they were.

Eventually, you moved to live closer to Garrison, Tommy pitching in to help you with costlier rent.

Finn growing up meant he spent time at your clinic a lot. He got into trouble almost daily and came back with bruised or bleeding knees, and you were constantly patching him up.

And Arthur needed your help after he returned from fighting rings, or when he had wandered around and got into trouble while drunk.

You grew to be an important part of the gang, something you didn’t expect.

And they, in turn, grew to be important to you too.

Requests are open! FANDOM LIST | PROMPT LIST(S)

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Masterlist

indicates smut**

indicates triggers!!

Peaky Blinders

18 Years

Take Your Medicine Sweetheart ‼️**

The One That Got Away ‼️**

Corruption **

Back to December

Dessert Before Dinner ‼️ **

An Unfair Loss ‼️

Imprisonment ‼️**

Reader cheats request ‼️*

Lucid Dreams

Piss kink request ‼️ **

Who’s The Other Girl? ‼️*

A Hole in The House ‼️**

Petrovna!Reader x Tommy request

Tommy after an argument request

A Crime for The Times ‼️ **

Tommy steals reader from John request ‼️*

dark!tommy request ‼️**

tommy x girly!reader headcanons

I’ll Always Be Your Boy ‼️

Harley Quinn reader request s3

Tommy thinks reader dies request

Voyeurism with Imaginary friends ‼️**

Tommy x step daughter reader ‼️*

Little!reader x Tommy request ‼️

Sister!reader caught smoking

Series

A Bump In The Night ‼️* ( 1 2 3 4 5 )

Cillian Murphy

To Have and To Hold ‼️*

Time Was Never on Our Side ‼️

An Act of Violation ‼️**

The Griever and The Grieving

A Lesson Learnt ‼️*

Jealous request **

"If I Say I Miss You, I Know That You Won't."

Watching The Detectives

A Secret ‼️*

The Exchange ‼️*

Read Your Diary ‼️*

An Odd Arrangement ‼️*

Oppenheimer

C for Credit ‼️*

Oppie being jealous request

Anna

Surrogacy request ‼️*

The Edge of Love

William seeing you nude

Series

Domesticity ( 1 2 3 4 5

A Quiet Place

“You Know I Got It, Come and Get It” ‼️*

Red Eye

Kitten. ‼️*

An Odd Arrangement ‼️*

An Assassination of The Heart ‼️

Insecure!reader request **

You Hate To Want Me. ‼️**

The Delinquent Season

An Ally Fuck ‼️**

Jim fucks his son’s ex request ‼️**

Jim x daughter's!best friend request ‼️*

Breakfast on Pluto

I’ll Be Your Girl **

Transition & Compromise ‼️

Protective!Mama Bear Kitten ‼️

A Much Needed Break

Lunch Break ‼️**

Criminal Minds

• Show Me Off (You Won’t) -college!Hotch x reader- ‼️*

Series

• Do You Remember That Night?

( 1 , 2, 3 , 4)

Deadpool

Heaven and Back **

[hughiecampbelle]

Being the Smartest Roy Would Include:

A/N: Loosely based off this Peaky Blinders headcanon I wrote ages ago. I love writing baby Roy!Sibling :)

Logan takes all the credit, of course

You were smart even as a baby

You playing consisted of matching colors and shapes, counting, naming all the right animals. You were speaking and walking and talking at such early rates, too. It was impossible not to notice or compare to your siblings

Your mother, the woman between Caroline and Marcia, brought you to doctors, unsure of what to do. Of course, they'd have to wait for you to get older to test your IQ, but there was a lot of good news. You were excelling at a rapid rate

You were given tutors young since you surpassed your peers with the smallest bit of effort. You were bored in your classes with your peers, so much so that you skipped a few grades a few times. By the time you were 8 you were already in a 5th grade class, 13 by the time you graduate High School . You were graduated from an Ivy League by the time you're 18 years old

Kendall was more than happy helping you with your homework, even if it was mostly pretend help with silly questions you got wrong on purpose

"Does that make sense?"

"Yup, thank you Ken."

His smile made it all worth it - even if you had to erase and fix his work after he left

Your language tutors taught you Mandarin, French, Italian, German, Spanish, and Russian. Languages are your favorite thing to learn. Your father is very proud when you can talk to investors, no matter how young you are, in their mother tongue

You like teaching your siblings as well

Shiv listens to you, go on and on about the different cases and grammar, and fun words you can teach her even if she's only half listening

"Do you wanna know how to say cat?"

"Sure."

"Gatta."

"Cool."

Despite your sister's tone, she really was proud of you. You worked hard, and you deserved all this recognition. Besides, you're something of a secret weapon for the family

Roman uses you as his own personal Siri. He asks you things you know, things he thinks you should know, any genius should know

"The meaning of life is complicated. . ."

"What good are you?"

Connor is in awe of you. He never really had the focus for school. It was never his thing, but you amaze him. He'd been reading to you since you were a baby. At first those playful baby books, but as you grew, the books got thicker and thicker until you wanted him to read War and Peace. He eventually had to give up, letting you read it on your own

"How many pages do you have left?"

"300. I'll be finished in an hour."

The older you grow, the more you realize your intelligence has saved you from your fathers wrath, especially when you compare your childhoods. You were never hit or slapped, Logan always treated you like an equal, or at least as close to an equal as he could manage. That created some issues in itself. . .

You were seven and already aware of the amount of money your father had, was making and losing, etc. Poor deals would keep you up at night, worried you'd lose everything and your father would blame you. Gently, you'd have to tell him not to take it, not wanting to make him mad. It was too much stress for a child

Connor tried his best to let you have a childhood. He took you and the rest camping, to the park, the playground. He took you out for ice cream on the weekend and played with real toys, not the educational kind, between classes and tutors. You could turn off your brain with him and just be a kid. It wasn't often that you got to

Being the youngest and the smartest creates some rifts between you and your brothers and sister

You know Kendall is named successor, but you have an awful feeling your father will take it back and give the title to you

You didn't want to run the company, you'd had too much say in it already. You were practically your fathers advisor from the time you were six. If anything, when he retired, you wanted to retire too

You wouldn't dare tell Logan this, of course

He'd call you lazy, stupid, question your intelligence and drive. That was your worst fear, was letting him down, like the rest of your siblings

You fear the only reason he even stands you is because of your mind, your brain, that if you had been born with an average intelligence he would want nothing to do with you

One night you ask your sister this, who tries her best to gently let you down

"Just be grateful you're as smart as you are, okay?"

Roman calls has you as "Baby Genius" in his phone

He has been working your entire life to make as many jokes as possible about your intelligence. You never get tired of them though, instead coming up with comebacks just as quickly

"Give it a break, Poindexter."

"At least I'm capable of chewing gum and walking at the same time, idiot."

He treats you like a person, which is all you've ever wanted. You never wanted special attention or treatment because you're so smart, you just want to be treated like normal

Your father, of course, wouldn't dare. He doesn't want to waste your time, your intelligence. You were born this way for a reason, and he will not put it to waste. He expects more from you

It's exhausting. Not just because your brain never stops, it's always working and worrying and overthinking, but also for the way you're expected to be and act and live from your parents

You're basically your mothers show dog - do some math problems, say something smart, get a treat, and then go back to your crate

Both your parents think your siblings are a bad influence on you

"Y/n, stop fooling around!"

"We were just laughing. . . "

"Well stop it."

Tom is constantly trying to one-up you, but you're just too smart. Not only with math and literature and languages, but art, music, politics, etc. When he talks stupid you can't help but correct him

Cousin Greg is constantly giving you math problems to do on the spot, which he then checks with a calculator to be sure

"What's the square root on 945,678?

"972.45976."

You never have problems with forgetting anything because you also have a photographic memory. This works both in your favor and not. You remember anniversaries, birthdays, things people have said in passing, but you're also forced to relive every time Kendall has gone off script and every time your father has lashed out

You'll never forget the last words your father ever said to you, about how much you wasted your potential, that you were a failure like the rest of them, that he was embarrassed for you and about you. He never should have praised you as much as you did

All you said was that you thought he should leave Waystar to Ken, Shiv, and Rome, that you would be done when he was. You figured you'd get it over with before he made any decisions, not wanting to be left in charge. Of course you had no idea that was the last conversation you'd ever have

On that paper they found, it had been your name instead of Kendall's, underlined at first, crossed out in the end. You have to reassure your siblings that you knew nothing about this, that you told him you didn't want the company. They still don't fully believe you . . .

Being as smart as you are comes with perks of course, but overall it causes a lot of pain. You're not as close to your siblings because they think you're your father's favorite. You try though, you try to keep up the relationships, to be close to them

[zablife]

YAY!!! I'm so happy your requests are open again. I fricking love your writing. I was wondering if I could be cheeky and request a couple of things. 01. Jack Nelson (non-dark) x shy Librarian Reader either one shot or relationship headcanons where he falls obsessively in love with her (Can include NSFW). 02. I love your OC Scarlett and I was wondering if you could write a little adventure between her and her twin John. These last ones are silly. 03. If you could recommend a book for each character (Tommy, Arthur, John, Michael, Luca, Polly, Esme, Jack, and Alfie) what would you give each character. 04. Same question but favourite animals.

Hi lovely, tysm for the compliment! Since this is a long ask, I'll break it into a couple of replies. #1 I'll add to my WIP list as I already have an idea so that will be forthcoming. As for #2, I have a series that's a bit like this already called Partners in Crime between John and Alfie's sister (written as a reader insert). They have chaotic sibling energy I think you'll enjoy! I must say tho #3 is the ask I had the most fun with bc I found some hilarious real (and not so real) book titles that had me screaming with laughter. You'll see why when you peek below the cut 🤭

Giving the Peaky Blinders a Book

Alfie

Arthur

John

Esme

Luca

Jack

Michael

Finn

Tommy

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB's Recommendation List: March

Welcome to March’s recommendation. Down below is the link to February’s part 2 featuring Peaky Blinders, Bucky Barnes, and more. March is a very busy month for me, I’m traveling all over to see specialists, so there may be more stories than usual, or there could be fewer. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, or your stories, or even just your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope you are enjoying the new theme on the blog for March, as St. Patrick’s day holds a special day in my heart. My folks got married on that day in an intimate ceremony and again in July in a bigger ceremony many years ago, before many of your parents got together.

🌹 Feb. '23 Pt. 2

March '23 Pt. 2 🍀

Masterlist

A Handsome Stranger >> John Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Me and The Devil >> Alfie Solomons x Reader (Moodboard)

In Death's Realm >> Fortunate Souls Playlist, "Death has feelings, death weeps, death feels anger, death has hopes and dreams, and death has a heart."

Have It All by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Keep Us Safe by @zablfie >> Tommy Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Make A Good Thing Bad >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella (Moodboard)

My Darling Tommy (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x Reader "I do not think such a smile or happiness will be known till we are in each other's arms once more."

Lighthouse Vacation (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x Reader

Happy Birthday Buck (Moodboard + Drabble) >> Bucky Barnes x OFC!Sparrow Lake

How About Now by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Polly Gray x Aberama Gold (Moodboard) "Across the vast quantity of multiverses, Polly Gray always fell in with Mr. Gold. Mr. Gold himself fell madly deeply in love with Mrs. Gray."

The Blackbird and The Lionheart (Playlist) >> Polly Gray x Aberama Gold

HEADCANON'S:

Being Finn's Twin Sister by @mindful-of-ideas >> I loved seeing more Finn Shelby on my dashboard.

ONE-SHOTS:

Fireflies by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Extended version of her Moodboard and Blurb. | Did I cry? Yes. Would I read it again? Yes, times a million. It's such a beautiful story, yet so sad.

A Handsome Stranger by @zablife >> Vampire!John Shelby x Reader - Summary: You meet a handsome man one night in a club who makes you feel a powerful desire for him. The events of the evening grow increasingly strange and difficult to comprehend. | I did not see that end coming at all, but then again, with all of Lee's writing, she always takes me by surprise with her endings! I hope to see more vampire!Shelby family.

BLURBS:

Pizza and Champagne. by @peakyscillian >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: A peek into your and Tommy's life. | So good, and I would love to have a night like this with Modern!Tommy.

Three's A Party by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader x Ginger!Lady - Summary: You and Tommy have a threesome with a frequent female patron from The Garrison. Tommy thinks he just might be in Heaven. | This is so very hot. Please enjoy it.

MINI-SERIES:

Keep Us Safe by @zablife >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Family history repeats itself when your daughter is taken by parish authorities. This time Tommy won't let them get away with it. | This story will make your eyes water and your heartache, but you will see a father's true desperation to do whatever it takes to make his family whole. Lee, you did such an outstanding job with this story.

What About Now by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy has been hard at work with your children Charlie and Ruby, planning something extra special for you. | This is very beautiful, and I absolutely adore it. Tommy puts so much effort into doing something for his significant and evolving his children. Be still my heart.

DRABBLES:

Request: Ties and Baton by @dameronscopilot >> Steven Grant x f!reader - Summary/Request: Okay, but now that you’ve mentioned it, Steven using his tie and batons on the reader. | I read the warnings, I promise I did, but I still did not expect it to be as hot as it was.

ONE-SHOT:

Favorite Kind of Trouble by @amhrosina >> Frank Castle x Reader x Matt Murdock - Summary: Frank and you get up to no good at a gala event, and Matt’s enhanced senses can’t help but focus on the pretty sounds you’re making from across the room. | Be prepared to read something that has just the right amount of spiciness to it.

Present by @crazyunsexycool >> Alpha!Stucky x Reader - Summary: Reader has never presented as a beta, alpha, or omega, but she still managed to find the loves of her life. If she isn't presented, then why is she in the middle of a mission, cramping and hunched over, craving her two loves so badly? | If you are looking for some spicy Stucky x Reader, look no further. This will have you covered.

SERIES:

Push & Pull by @milkymoon2483 >> Frank Castle X Plus Size Jewish OC Hannah Friedman - Summary: You’re going back to your small town for your father’s funeral and Shiva. You know you’re about to face family drama, but what worries you the most is that you’re going to see HIM, your dad’s long-time friend and probably the most attractive man you have ever met. When Frank finally sees you and realizes that you’re all grown up, he struggles with accepting his budding feelings for you. | Please do yourself a favor and go and read this, especially if you are on a Frank Castle kick or if you are a sad bunny like me. This story is just perfect. The emotions that are portrayed through the writing are just beautiful.

ONE-SHOTS:

Can You See His Silhouette? by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: You get your period and without anything to help you with it, you're mortified. Luckily Joel is there to help. | This is really sweet, leaving me wishing for Joel to take care of me.

Compass by @frenchiereading >> Frankie Morales x f!reader - Summary: You receive an unexpected visit that threatens to tip over the fragile balance you’ve been trying to maintain for the sake of your love, your family, and your marriage. Set about a year after the events of the movie. | Grab some tissues for this one, folk, because let me just say, you'll need them.

Crossroads of His Heart by @jake-g-lockley >> Frankie Morales x reader - Summary/Prompt: “would you acknowledge my feelings for you if i kissed you right now? you can’t seem to take a damn hint, [name]”, Glancing at you but immediately looking away when you catch them, Almost kissing, but someone walks in. | Can you tell I'm on a Triple Frontier kick, and I'm getting my fix? This was so adorable, especially the cotton candy scene.

Lush by @javierpinme >> Neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!Reader - Summary: You buy a sex toy and accidentally send a request to your hot neighbor to join in. | Is this really hot? Yes. Did I need to splash cold water on myself after reading? Very much so.

Stay by @dameronscopilot >> Kacey Dutton x Reader - Summary: When a downtrodden Kayce arrives on your doorstep at nearly midnight on New Year’s Eve and shares unexpected news, reigning in the feelings you’ve harbored for him for years becomes exceedingly difficult. | I'm a big fan of Yellowstone, and Kacey is my favorite character, so I freaked out when I saw this. It's something I didn't know I needed and I want more of in my life. Please go read if you are a fan of Lukas Grimes or Yellowstone!

Worth the Risk by @melodygatesauthor >> Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!Reader - Summary: You're visiting your hometown on college break, and you are staying overnight at your best friend's house. You never realized how attractive her dad was until that night. You wonder if he feels the same. | An Oscar Isaac character *chefs kiss* and some spiciness, just what everyone needs.

The Wow Factor by @movievillainess721 >> Frankie Morales x Plus Size!Female!Reader - Summary: You now owe Santi a favor. | Can something be adorable and hot at the same time? Well, this was.

MINI-SERIES:

*Grays Part 1 & Part 2 by @fuckyeahdindjarin >> Frankie Morales x Hairstylist!Reader - Summary: Frankie wants you to cover up his grays. You want to knock some sense into his salt-and-pepper head. | I only give you the summary of part 1, but trust me, you will want to read both parts. Part two is spicy, but part one is the teasing, and I just love this so much.

MOODBOARDS:

Arthur + Wedding by @acewritesfics >> Arthur Shelby x Reader | Arthur and Reader sneaking off just warms my heart. I need more Arthur in my life now.

Men (Modern AU) by @dreamlandcreations >> Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons - Blurb | TOMMY'S WHAT?!? Alex does a wonderful job making your jaw drop. Beautiful moodboard.

Your Eyes by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Tommy Shelby - Poem | Such a beautiful poem and moodboard, Selene.

@acewritesfics - Ace was one of the very first Peaky Blinder writers I followed on Tumblr when I returned, and I'm so glad I did. I don't just follow her peaky content. I follow because Ace is so kind in her feedback on other people's content and just encouraging. She is definitely someone you want on your dashboard.

[secondratefiction]

SecondRate Masterlist (Vol. 7)

Batfam:

My own headcanons about the batfam

Batboys - SO with rainbow hair

Batboys - Big Brother to the rescue

Dick Grayson - "Bite me"

Dick Grayson - Cheated on

Dick Grayson - Fluff

Dick & Jason - Caring for a sick SO

Jason Todd - Fluff

Jason Todd - Fluff (round 2)

Jason Todd - Experience

Jason Todd - Angst

Jason & Tim - Angst

Jason & Tim - Picking up the Slack

Damian Wayne - Fantastic Beasts

DC:

Superboy w/ Powerful Magic SO

Marvel:

Bucky Barns - Movies

Peter, Steve & Bucky - Talk to me headcanons

Peter Parker - Comfort

Harry Potter:

HP Nostalgia Fic: Pt. 1, Pt. 2

Random Harry Potter and the Batfam headcanons

Harry Potter - Fluff

Untitled 3rd year fic snippet

Lord of the Rings:

Sam & Pippin - Human SO

Frodo Baggins - Borimir's Squire

The Lost Boys:

Marko Headcanons

David Headcanons

Lost Boys - Feeding Time!*

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington - Athletic SO

TMNT:

Raphael Headcanons

Percy Jackson:

Annabeth Headcanons

Star Wars:

Captain Rex Headcanons

Kit Fisto - Alphabet*

That 70's Show:

Forman!Reader x Steven Hyde

Twilight:

Jacob Black Fluff

Carlisle Cullen - Bella's older sister: Pt. 1, Pt. 2

South Park:

Random K2 Snippet

Peaky Blinders:

Shelby!Reader & Aunt Polly - "How is the Kyle girl?"

Shelby!SisterOC - Make the Yuletide Gay

[mindful-of-ideas]

Headcanon: Peaky Blinders

-Being Finn’s twin sister

A/N: I still haven’t watched season 6 (I know, I know, I’m getting around to doing it) and also there’s some Finn x Isiah if you squint.

Growing up, you were glued to each other. You would do everything together, mischief as well as good deeds. And you are very protective of each other.

Everyone thinks it’s because you’re twins but the truth is that Finn’s the only one who truly understands how you feel since your mom died. Your brothers, Ada and Polly sure tried to be there for you, but they had their own grief to deal with, so Finn and you could only rely on each other.

Even if you guys are close, it doesn’t mean that you can’t mess with each other. The nastiest pranks you ever pulled were at Finn’s expense.

But as you grew older, you started to drift away from each other. No one really noticed until your dad came to visit. You couldn’t stand the man, hiding behind Polly and clutching onto Tommy, hoping nothing bad would happen. But Finn tagged along with Arthur and you just couldn’t understand why.

“Tommy, don’t let him touch me,” you whisper as your brother pulls you closer. Your dad leaves, ruffling Finn’s hair. You could see your brother smile at that small gesture. “Finn… you know he doesn’t… he doesn’t mean it…” you say, still in Tommy’s arms, tears running down your face. “You’re lying!” he says before storming out.

It was around that time that you also realized you wanted to do something with your life. Seeing Polly take charge of the business had been inspiring, and just like Finn wanted to be like Tommy, you wanted to be like your aunt.

But those differences never stopped Finn and you from staying close. If Tommy wanted to keep you out of some Peaky activities, Finn was the first one to tell you and would drag you along if that’s what you wanted.

“You’re close to that Isiah guy?” you ask.  “He’s cool, he’s like my best friend…” he trails off seeing your face, “… friend… boy… friend I mean… as in a boy who is my friend… like all of my other friends “Good,” you say, “cause I’m your best friend.” “Of course,” he says, punching your arm playfully, “of course.”

As you get older, you realize you want to stick with school and try and get to university, which meant no more outings with the Peaky.

Finn is super supportive even if he’s sad to lose his partner in crime.

And you’re super supportive of everything he does as well. As long as he’s not flirting with death and as long as he’s happy, it’s fine by you.

Still, you make sure to celebrate each victory with him and your brothers, even if it means falling asleep at the Garrison (John always makes sure to put his coat around your shoulders, making sure no one is bothering you)

After John’s death, you decide to leave and study in London. This time Finn encourages you to leave. Even if you know you will hate being away from him, you both know you will feel safer the farther you are from Birmingham.

You love London, but you miss Finn, so you force him to write every week.

“This week, nothing new happened. Why am I writing this? Cause you’re forcing me to even if NOTHING EVER HAPPENS! Love, Finn  PS: Arthur just walked in screaming and swearing, apparently a rat ate his hat!  PPS: I had to explain to Isiah the ‘boyfriend’ thing, sorry it’s not our inside joke anymore.

Life in London is hard, being a girl living alone, but you manage and Ada is always close by. Your relationship grows during that time.

You come back every summer to visit and it’s like you never left.

“Here,” Finn says handing you a baseball bat. “Are we bringing your boyfriend as well?” you ask. Isiah gives you a reproachful look, which makes you giggle and miss Finn’s playful punch. “I’m just being polite by asking,” you add.

Isiah secretly likes you, but he will never admit it.

Finn’s punches are his way of showing affection, but if you ever need a hug, he’ll happily give you one. You’re the only one who gets to be this close to him.

[lucysarah-c]

I don't think I would be good at writing fanfictions.. Or being consistent throughout the chapters.. I'm too shy for that anyway! But I do admire your writings!

I didn't think about this scenario as an enemies to lovers type of thing but I just wondered, when you gave me your insight, if that 'revelation' was going to be kind of a conflict in Levi's mind because he has to use her as an example for all the others but she also explained herself and he would kind of pity her or something?

OH thanks for saying that! Mhh I understand you point and I don't want to discourage you! Like for real, each person has their own Levi's version in his head. I'm just reply what I feel would happen or how would he react, it's not strictly canon it's just my interpretation. I feel that Levi overall is a really humanitarian person so he doesn't go around killing for the sake of killing, he would probably avoid it at any risk. In aot period of time standards, I don't think Levi sees women as weaker but yes as more vulnerable considering how society treats them, their expectations and overall their genetic limitations compared to men. To that join kids, too. In my head, at the end of his days in the underground Levi was in charge of like a district of a zone. In that zone he tried to make things as fair as possible and, in the visual novel of the ACWNR, there's a part where he refers to the scouts to the women and kid from the underground "looking up to him, waiting for him to save/protect them" or something like that. On the other hand, I feel like in the underground prostitution is just like any other job. Kenny didn't seem affected that his sister was a prostitute but he knows that there are better jobs out there. Thomas Shelby once said in the Peaky Blinder something that I found really Levi like "we are all whores, Grace, we just sell different parts of our body". Of course, always talking as prostitutes who are prostitutes under their own will. I feel like Levi wouldn't look down on the prostitute work because it would be looking down on his mother and he would never do that. Setting all that clear, I'm afraid I think he would kill her anyways. It wouldn't be pleasant for him, of course, but he has to. A lot of people, the men in the room as you mentioned, where there. Levi allowing himself to be weak and permissive for someone who tried to mess up with his work would send a message "as far as you're a woman, I will be permissive" and that's something he can't allow. Not only for himself, Isabel or Farlan, but for the rest of the people who depend on him, who depend on him keeping the job going, who will suffer the consequences is someone else try to kill his people to mess up with his work, to start a gang war. I feel like Levi can't allow himself to be that soft, even if he wanted to. At the end of the day, Levi had killed comrades he knew deeply, female soldiers from the Mps and more. I'm sorry if this is not what you wanted, I'm just trying to give up my point of view! I don't hold the truth tho, hopefully haha holding the truth would be a really stressing thing. So, if you decide to write the other outcome, that's great! It's all headcanons so, there's not right and wrong, just opinions. Kisses!

[ryuzakemo128]

Peaky Blinders Older Sister Headcanons Part Two

Part One

Her main hobbies are writing, painting and drawing.

She got into fights at school and they were mainly due to them agitating her over the way she did certain things.

She doesn't smoke, ever. But that was made up for the fact that she was a heavy drinker growing up.

The main thing she likes studying is medicine. She devoured medical journals, studies, anything and everything related to the field of medicine.

(Before and After The War) She reads bedtime stories to her younger brother. Sometimes even to her brothers whenever they couldn't go back to sleep after a nightmare.

She stays up late to make sure she was there for them.

Her brothers being regular nightmare guests. Nightmare guests being, her brothers had a nightmare and went over to stay the night at her place. Even when it was smaller than they'd hoped for her sake.

She keeps her alcohol stash hidden from her brothers whenever they come over during the night.

She applied to be a nurse at the hospital after her brothers came back from the war. She wanted to be useful to someone, somewhere and she wanted to matter in some form or way.

Some of her earnings would always go to the rest of her family.

John's death hurt her more than she thought. But she never said anything about it to anyone of her family. She felt the need to push her own feelings about it down. Her family needed her support and she needed to grieve some other way. While they weren't there and while they couldn't see her.

After he died, she practically threw herself even harder into her studies and her work. Even when she didn't want to do anything but grieve or cry.

She remained mute afterwards. Barely talking to her siblings at times.

She stopped drinking tea, she had to force herself from crying the first few weeks. she stopped going to pubs for a while. Claiming that she needed more time for herself.

Often wondering how Thomas her younger brother kept it all inside without it bubbling over.

She'd often hung out with Arthur just to talk about it.

It took months for her to recover back to another new type of normal.

[theshelbyclan]

Getting away with murder

Summary: Teddy knows she can get away with murder when it comes to her brothers, but maybe she really did go too far this time

A/N: I have no idea how this one started, where the idea came from, but I had a vision and couldn’t let the idea go... enjoy!

Words: 3324

*****

“Oh,” John took a deep breath and turned to his sister. Then he whispered again, “Oh, Teddy... oh, you didn’t...”

“I didn’t mean to!” she hissed back, “Obviously, this is not what I had in mind either!”

John looked at Arthur again, who had just walked into the shop. It was still early, so only the Shelby’s were present. Thank God. Suddenly, John burst out laughing, but luckily he was too far away for Arthur to hear. To Teddy he said, “Well, it was nice knowing you.”

Teddy fidgeted nervously, “What do I do? Do you think I can fix it?”

“That?” Giggles erupted from John now, “Absolutely not.”

“Fuck...” Teddy sighed deeply, “Tommy’s going to kill me too.”

“Look at your oldest brother, fucking look at him! Look at what you’ve done to the poor man!” John pointed, his voice nearing hysterics now, “And you’re afraid of Tommy?”

The truth was, Teddy wasn’t quite sure who to be more afraid of. On the one hand there was Arthur, who would indeed explode, but his temper was like dynamite and therefore short-lived. Then there was Aunt Polly, who raised her with an iron fist and seemed to have a wide variety of punishments at her disposal when needed, all of them horrible. And lastly, Tommy, feared by all and with good reason. Just the thought of his piercing eyes made Teddy knees wobble.

“Stop laughing!” she hissed, “I’m going to get killed no matter what, so what the fuck do I do now? Maybe I can, you know, make it a little less bloody?”

He looked down at his youngest sister and John could feel a little pang of sympathy for her. In many ways, the two of them were alike: they often didn’t think their actions through. And here she was again, finding herself in serious trouble, as she so often did. He did want to help, mainly because he liked her too much to be killed this young, “Maybe if you tell Tommy what happened. He always likes that, when you’re honest, you know? Just tell him you made a small mistake.”

“Mistake?” Teddy spun around to face him, “a fucking small mistake? How in the hell am I going to pass that off as a small mistake?!”

“Tell him you had a seizure?” John giggled.

Teddy rolled her eyes, “Perhaps they won’t think it’s me.”

“Oh, they will. This has ‘Theodora Shelby’ written all over it.”

“Fuck.”

John looked at his sister again, who was biting at her nails nervously. People often thought she sought out trouble, and they were right, but not as often as everyone thought. Sometimes, bad things just seemed to happen to her as a result of some very bad judgement. But she didn’t mean for it to happen, not really... “Come on,” he grabbed Teddy and dragged her towards Tommy’s office, “It’s like a bandaid, alright? Just rip it off and do it quick!”

“No! John, no seriously I can’t...” Teddy protested, but he had his hand firmly on the cuff of her shirt and there was no escaping him. And before she could protest again, he’d pushed her into Tommy’s office.

Stumbling in, Teddy almost tripped over her own two feet. As soon as she met Tommy’s eyes, she turned around again, but there was John blocking her exit and he pushed her closer to him at once. Trapped between two brothers, Teddy couldn’t see a way out.

A massive toothy grin was plastered all over John’s face as he said, “Tom? Teddy here has something to tell you.”

“You fucking prick,” Teddy hissed at him, but that only caused him to laugh more.

But Tommy was busy, he was always busy, and whatever it was, he wasn’t in the mood for it. Still, he was the first one responsible for Teddy and he never tried to evade that responsibility. So, he demanded in a very strict and brotherly fashion, “And what exactly is John talking about, Teddy?”

“I don’t have a clue...”

Icy-blue eyes glared at her and Teddy gulped. Then he demanded, “Did John, by any chance, tell you I’d go easier on you if you told me yourself?”

Teddy’s jaw dropped. How the fuck did he work all of that out in just under a minute? How in the hell was Thomas Shelby, her brother, practically clairvoyant when it came to her mischief? And again, he could read her mind, “Gypsy witchcraft.”

So Teddy conceded, “Yes, he did.” She looked over at John, who was standing in the corner now, chewing his toothpick. It was like he was watching a film and enjoying every second of it. Silently, Teddy cursed him, even though she knew she’d gotten herself into this mess in the first place.

“Sit.” Tommy demanded, “Explain.”

Teddy sat down carefully and tried to find the best words she could, just to make this a little bit easier on herself. But there were no right words. “I wanted to help Arthur.”

As soon as she mentioned the word ‘help’, John burst out laughing again. Tommy held up a hand to silence him and narrowed his eyes at Teddy, “Help him with what exactly.”

“I thought... maybe he wanted to look a bit more like us?”

“In what way,” Tommy sighed and lit a cigarette. He’d spend twelve long years with his sister already, and still she managed to surprise him every day. So, he was mentally preparing himself for the worst, just in case.

“You know,” Teddy still tried to evade the question, “we’re dark and he’s... ginger?”

“Not anymore, he’s not...” John sniggered in the corner.

Tommy raised his eyebrows in question and waited for his sister to continue. As he waited, he tried to think like Teddy and imagine what she’d gone and done now, but for all his gypsy witchcraft, he still couldn’t worm his way into his sister’s crazy mind.

“I might have made a small mistake, Tommy,” Teddy finally confessed, echoing John, “when trying to fix Arthur’s hair.”

Tommy turned to John abruptly and he spoke to him like Teddy wasn’t even there anymore, “What the fuck has happened to Arthur’s hair?”

“Tommy, listen...” John held up his hands like he wanted to make clear he had nothing to do with this whatsoever, “I don’t know what she did to him, but the poor bastard looks fucking terrible.”

The older brother frowned again and leaned over his desk to study the guilty party’s face up close. She, in turn, tried to curl up in her chair, praying to God she could just disappear. But just as Tommy was about to open his mouth, a knock on the door sounded.

“What!” he barked.

“It’s me, Tom. I’ve got these papers for you to sign. Can’t work them out. Some boy dropped them off for you...” a familiar voice stumbled on the other side.

Tommy shot John a strict look and Teddy an absolutely lethal one. Then he called out, “Come in, Arthur.” And he quickly poured himself a drink, preparing himself for whatever the fuck was to come.

But he wasn’t prepared. As soon as Arthur stepped into the office and Tommy took one look at him, he spit out part of his whiskey across the table. Teddy wiped it gingerly off her face and tried to make herself even smaller. John, meanwhile, was dying.

Arthur, however, didn’t seem to have the vaguest idea what was going on. “You alright, brother?” he asked Tommy, as he handed over the papers.

Tommy managed to stumble, “Yeah, bad quality, that’s all... I’ll, Uhm, I’ll take a look at these, eh?”

“Right, well...” Arthur pointed at John suddenly, “What the fuck is wrong with him?”

“You dropped him as a baby, remember?” Tommy waved a dismissive hand, “He’s mad, ignore him. I’ll get these papers back to you as soon as I can, alright?” Teddy had to admire his ability to adapt.

“Yeah...” Arthur shot another look at John, who had his mouth covered with a hand now and appeared to be either laughing or choking, it was hard to tell. But he decided to just leave it be and left the office soon after.

Apart from the occasion snort from the corner, the office was dead silent once again. Finally Tommy spoke, “You fucked up his hair and he has no idea.”

Teddy quickly started, “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear, Tommy! I just made a small mistake!”

“A small mistake is when you accidentally drop a plate or lose a fucking button, Teddy, but that,” he pointed, “is something else entirely.”

“It’s not that bad, though, is it?” Teddy whimpered.

Tommy raised his eyebrows and sighed. Then he decided, “You’re on your own. You’ve officially gone too fucking far now and I’m not helping you.”

“But Tommy...”

“Nope! You’ve made your bed. I’ve told you again and again, Teddy, one of these days you’re going to get yourself killed and you’ve done it now. Congratulations.”

“Please, Tommy!” she pleaded, “It was an accident! I’ll do anything, I swear!”

“It was an accident, eh?”

“Yes! Well... sort of.”

“Oh, sort of...” he coughed a laugh, “So not really.”

Teddy sighed theatrically and was completely desperate now, “Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, alright?”

Tommy tried to do everything in his power to keep himself from smiling and he had managed so far. He slowly lifted his cigarette up to his lips and mused, “You’ll do anything?”

“Yes.”

“Without protesting or scheming? And without one fucking question in the fucking process?”

“Yes, fine.” Teddy sulked a little.

“Good!” Tommy stubbed out his cigarette and allowed some mirth to find its way onto his features, “Well in that case, you can start by telling me how exactly you managed to dye your eldest brother’s hair green!”

*****

Arthur Shelby sat in his office, surrounded by books and papers. He’d recently gotten into business with a local breeder and it had proven profitable, but there was a lot of paperwork involved.

“I need a drink,” he mumbled to himself.

As he crossed the betting shop, he saw no one because it was still early, only his youngest brother Finn. “Morning,” he greeted him, “Did you get the papers?”

Finn nodded wordlessly, with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“What?” Arthur demanded.

His brother pointed slowly at his head.

“Oh, right,” he nodded in reply while opening the door to go outside, “Almost forgot my cap. Thanks, Finn.”

After a few moments, Finn moved and muttered to himself, “Fuck. Teddy’s really done it now...” And he quickly went on his way to try and find her.

“So that’s why!” Finn burst into Tommy’s office as soon as he had spotted his youngest sister sitting there. “I knew you weren’t buying it for yourself! You hardly even bother to wash, let alone be pretty...”

“Thanks for that, Finn,” Teddy grumbled.

“I don’t mean that,” he protested, “I mean, you’re not like the other girls, who brush their hair and...”

Tommy held up a hand to silence him, “Bought what?”

“I think you’re very pretty, Teddy,” John smiled at his sister.

“I do too!” Finn sighed, “I just meant...”

“For fuck’s sake!” Tommy called out, “Teddy, you are beautiful and anyone who tells you different can fuck off. Now, back to the fucking business at hand: buy what?”

“Hair dye.”

A long sigh followed.

Teddy tried her best not to meet his eye, “I bought some black hair dye for Arthur. How was I supposed to know it would turn his hair green?”

“Because his hair is ginger, that’s why,” he replied darkly, “You really should have more girls as friends, Teddy, they probably could’ve told you this.”

“Oh...”

John swallowed some more laughs and asked, “What do we do?”

“There’s nothing we can do. We just have to make sure he doesn’t go out like this or we’ll lose all the respect we’ve earned around here.”

Finn dragged his feet across the floor a little, “Tommy, he just went out.”

“Fucking hell.”

“I made sure he wore a hat, so that’s something?”

“Right,” Tommy slammed a hand down on the table and decided he’d spend enough time on this nonsense, “Teddy, you are going to find your brother and you’re going to tell him what you did to the poor bastard.”

Teddy protested, “Tommy, I...”

“Nope!” he interrupted, “No more fucking excuses from you. Now, either you find a way to fix his hair or you convince him to cut it all off. I don’t give a fuck what you do, but you are going to repair whatever damage has been done to the good Shelby name, alright?”

“Yes, Tommy,” Teddy gave in, and with a heavy heart she stood up and left the room, with Finn in tow.

Only after she’d closed the door behind her, Tommy allowed himself to smile.

“Arthur is going to go mental,” John commented dryly.

“Just go and make sure that he hits a hole in some wall and not our beloved sister, eh?”

John turned around and just as he opened the door, said, “You know, if this was anyone else, you would’ve cut her.”

“Yes,” Tommy sighed, “but it’s Teddy and she can get away with murder with me and she fucking knows it.”

John turned smirked and turned to leave. But Tommy added, “So do you.”

“You’re going soft, big brother!” John called down the hall as he walked away.

“Am I?” Tommy muttered to himself, “Maybe I just have too many fucking younger siblings... Fuck, I am going soft.”

But the truth was, he’d always been soft for them. And he knew it.

*****

Flitting from corner to corner on the streets of Small Heath, Teddy shadowed her big brother Arthur. He’d gone down to the Garrison to pick up another bottle of rum, but luckily he hadn’t taken off his cap inside. Now, he was making his way back to Watery Lane.

“What are you going to tell him?” Finn whispered.

“Anything but the truth,” Teddy mused, but she hadn’t decided on a strategy just yet.

Carefully, the two siblings followed their brother inside. But their stomachs dropped when they realised Arthur was talking to Aunt Polly and as he did, he reached upwards to take off his cap.

“No, no, no, no!” Teddy called out, but it was too late.

Polly’s mouth fell open at the sight of his green hair, but quickly narrowed her eyes at her niece, sensing the culprit at once.

“What?” Arthur asked, completely oblivious.

“You may want to sit down for this one...” Polly told him in a low voice.

“Someone tell me what the fuck has been going on!”

Suddenly, Teddy had a thought and exclaimed, “Can I cut your hair, Arthur?”

He took a swig from the bottle of rum, “Why the fuck do you want to cut my hair?”

“I want to be a hairdresser someday!” Teddy tried her most angelic smile.

“Theodora...” her aunt warned darkly, but Teddy ignored her, praying to God she’d survive both Arthur and Polly’s potential wrath.

“Please, Arthur? It’s been getting way too long and Tommy tells me we have to protect the good Shelby name.”

He reached up and felt at his hair. Nobody dared breathe. “Alright,” Arthur finally agreed, “but don’t fuck it up! I don’t want to walk around Birmingham looking like some bloody circus act.”

Finn almost choked.

“Great!” the twelve-year-old devil beamed, “I’ll get the scissors.”

But in the kitchen, Aunt Polly hissed at her, “You are going to explain this to me and it better be good, or I’ll make you regret even getting up this morning.”

She gulped, grabbed the scissors and took a deep breath. Then she draped a cloth around Arthur’s neck and started snipping. “Not too short!” he warned, but it had to be. Luckily, the roots were still ginger, so she didn’t have to go completely bald to save him, but long tufts started falling down all around him.

Pretty soon, all the green was gone and somehow, Arthur looked more like John than he’d ever had done.

But he wasn’t satisfied and as he felt at his head, he bellowed, “What the fuck did I tell you! Fucking hell, Teddy, you’ve probably made me look like some fucking choir boy!

“Just wear your cap,” Finn offered. “You look a lot better, Arthur.”

“Do I?”

Teddy grabbed the mirror off the wall and showed him. Arthur sighed deeply: he hated it. Still, he didn’t want his little sister to be hurt, so he said, “Maybe hairdressing’s not for you, Teddy. Or maybe you just need to practice some more, but not on me! But I can live with this...”

“Thanks, Arthur,” Teddy smiled and he had to smile back at her.

“Right!” Finn concluded, “Guess that’s that! Remember Teddy, Tommy wanted you to do that thing?”

“What thing?”

Finn eyed the green hair scattered around on the kitchen floor. It was only a matter of time before Arthur would notice. “You know,” he stumbled, “that thing... at the Garrison?”

Teddy suddenly understood her brother was trying to save her, once again, and nodded slowly. But one strict matriarch demanded, “What thing?”

She turned on her heels and lied, “Oh, nothing really. But Tommy wanted me to gather some of the betting slips and make sure the Garrison books are all in order, because I’m good with numbers, you know?”

“And what are the odds?” her aunt narrowed her eyes again.

“They’re not good.”

Polly nodded, “I’d say they’re looking very bad.”

Teddy sighed, “I agree.”

Arthur frowned, “Are we still talking about horses?”

“Yes,” both women replied in unison, even though they weren’t.

“Right,” Arthur shrugged, “Then fuck off, Teddy, and go and do as Tommy told you. Finn, clear up this mess.”

Quick as a flash, Teddy was out the door and Finn immediately gathered as much of the hair as he could, suddenly hopeful that Teddy was actually going to get away with it. Then he left as well.

Polly was left in the small kitchen with Arthur. As he felt at his hair again carefully, he muttered something about getting back to work. Polly meanwhile noticed just one tuft of hair still lying on the floor and she picked it up and stuffed it down the pocket of her skirt. She had no idea why she was even protecting her niece, but she was.

“Give me that.”

Polly looked up questioningly at Arthur, who had turned around again.

He held out a hand, “I’ll keep that.”

“So you did see.”

“As soon as she made the first cut.”

His aunt handed him the bit of hair and carefully Arthur tied a piece of string around it.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked.

He shrugged, “The damage was already done.”

Polly smiled. In many ways, Arthur was the one that did surprise her the most.

“Are you going to tell her?”

“No,” he decided. “Let her think she got away with it.”

“She already thinks she’s brilliant,” Polly huffed, “That one always seems to think she can plan and talk her way out of anything.”

“And she’s bloody right, isn’t she?” he affirmed affectionately, before walking away.

“She has to learn some time!” Polly called after him, even though she knew it was no use. They worshipped the ground she walked on and nothing was going to change that, not even one harsh and determined aunt who sometimes feared the moment Teddy would have to venture out into the real world, where things weren’t so easily fixed. But let her keep her innocence just a little while longer, that’s what Arthur had meant and she knew it. She understood it even.

She would have to learn eventually, but evidently, not today.

*****

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[pherelesytsia]

In the Shadow of Somme

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Sister/Reader

Summary: Thomas believes his sister is a blessed woman, never faced war nor the destruction of France, but one day they find out what their sister was up to in 1916.

Warning: mentions of war, death, argument

Word Count: 1.4k      

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The words were driving her crazy and burned deep into her skin. Tears veiled her vision, but didn’t slide down her cheeks. Y/N was strong, stronger than the brothers thought, perhaps even stronger than the men together who had found a place around the table on the sofa of dark leather.

Words echoed over and over and the secret almost escaped her lips, but Y/N remained strong, not wanting to be pitied or respected for what she had done as dark messages spread over all lands and drowned golden years. The name of the country which had scarred the hearts echoed hundreds of times, rippling old wounds open and making hatred and tears flow in dark chambers.

No more blood dripped and stained the fields. Nevertheless, when silence reigned, Y/N thought she could hear the cries of the wounded men carried into the tent on makeshift stretchers. The long skirt and the piece of clothing with long sleeves and a high collar made it impossible to discover the traces of France on her body. Deep scars reminded her she was also there, where nobody, woman nor man, should ever be. The deep wounds had long since healed. The blemishes and blueish marks had disappeared many months ago, but her skin ached now and then, and fear clouded her mind when she recalled the gas bomb going off a few steps away from the camp where she was stationed.

Y/N folded her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the frame of the wooden door. Half-heartedly she was listening to her brothers reminisce about the greyed memories of fun days at the front, playing cards in the dark trenches, drinking rum, but with each passing hour, the stories grew darker and darker until they resembled shadows forming into monstrous crashing waves. Tragic stories never crossed Y/N´s lips, not wanting her brothers to hate her for what she had done, had left the land to serve, and wrapped herself in a cloak of silence.

Y/N stared into the distance. Tears no longer obscured her vision, saw sharply and clearly and it seemed as if she was emotionless, not showing compassion, but after watching hundreds of men die, holding the cold hands adorned with dirt and grime, Y/N could no longer grieve nor cry. Winter ruled in her eyes. She remembered the words of men begging for a gentle touch as the spark of life faded away and after seeing children die in her arms, calling for their mother, Y/N grew stone cold. Her heart turned into a block of ice and not even the death of a beloved could make her cry.

Glasses collided with the table again, but Y/N no longer recoiled.

            "Won't you sit at our table, sister?" Arthur joked in a joyful tone.

The tie no longer hung neatly on the white button and traces of wine had eaten into the material.

            "No, thank you.", "She doesn't belong at our table. Those are stories a woman like her wouldn't bear." laughed Thomas harshly.

A dark veil settled on Y/N. She pressed her lips together, forbidding the words to pass and shrugged her shoulders dismissively. The words could no longer hurt her, at least that's what she thought, but suddenly Y/N felt a slight burning sensation spreading through her heart as she realised how low her brother taught about her.

            "Am I not right? The trench I was trapped almost killed me." Thomas said. "And I will not speak of the land mines. I smell the stench of explosives in my worst dreams." the dark-haired man in the suit continued.

John, Thomas and the others' eyes wandered from Arthur to Y/N. A faint smile spread on her lips, had heard those words too often, was able to recite them.

"A woman is not able to face war and danger. While our lovely Y/N, sat here at home on her backside, warming herself by the fire, I risked my life for her safety. That's why she's a mere seamstress. The only danger you will face is that you might accidentally hurt yourself with the needle." Thomas raised his voice.

A mischievous grin spread across his lips. Her blood was boiling. The walls crumbled. Anger mingled with sadness. Y/N gulped and stepped forward, pushed herself off the frame of the door and strolled towards the brothers. Y/N clenched her hands into fists, nails dug deep into the soft flesh. She breathed in and out and tried to calm herself down, but the fire rising in her chest couldn’t be extinguished.

            "What are you trying to say, Thomas?" Y/N asked.

She took a step towards her brothers, focused her gaze on Thomas and ignored the others sitting at the richly set table.

            "Exactly what I said. Women are.", "Shut your goddamn mouth, Thomas." Y/N hissed.

She stopped two steps away from the table. She had heard enough, knew perfectly well what he was trying to say, that she was a mere woman, weak and incapable of defending herself and facing the war.

"How can you be sure I was here? Were you here? How can you be so sure?" asked Y/N in a mocking tone.

            "It's all over your face," replied Thomas dryly, leaning back with his arms folded in front of his chest.

            "Then you are a blind man, Thomas. I was in France. I didn't have a gun in my hand, but I have seen more of the war than you think. Children died in my arms and the men broke down crying. Y/N said.

Eyes widened. Skin paled.

“A bloody bomb went off next to my tent. I would have died that very night. I was in France, in Verdun and Somme in 1916 and later I worked in a hospital in London. Bombs killed more than dozens of my friends. I was on the same train as you, Thomas, when you were taken from France. You were asleep or maybe you have fainted. I stood right by your side and dabbed sweat from your temple and helped you to drink. I had to help you." Y/N continued.

Colours slipped from the faces. Questioningly, the men in suits looked at the sister, but Y/N did not want to answer any of the questions escaping in low tones. Her heart broke. Tears obscured her vision, but Y/N saw clearly. The heaviness fell off her shoulders.

            “I understand you more than you think, Thomas, yet who is the person who drinks to forget? You or me? The war shattered my heart. When you arrived from war, I stayed at your side. I was strong for you. I nursed you, but who was at my side when I needed someone?” Y/N asked.

There was silence. The last of the curtains dropped.

“No one,” Y/N whispered.

“I don't ask anything of you in return. I don't need to hear how great I am, but please stop portraying me as a woman who has been hiding. Please understand me, I didn't tell you all because I knew you would talk me out of it and I knew I had to help the people. I have saved many lives.” Y/N continued.

Her voice broke into hundreds of pieces. She opened her heart, allowing them to hear the story they had never heard before. John's mouth dropped open, unable to trust the words of his older sister, as did the others seated at the coffee table. The alcohol had faded out of their bodies and mist no longer dulled their minds.

"I'll be on my way, the hazardous needles and pins await me and Thomas, your suit is finished. I hope you will like it. I'll bring it in the morning. If you are looking for me, I will be in my room and do the work of a woman. I need to finish the coats. Good night." Y/N said.

Silently the young woman walked away, ignoring the questions crossing the lips like a hurricane, pretending to be deaf to those spoken like crashing waves.

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[sopxhiea]

The House

Summary: The dinner Alfie has been waiting for comes and he sees something new in the cheeky lass: something resembling interest and nervousness and the game plan changes.

Part 1 | Part 2

“You throw punches, I throw insults.”

The water stopped running a long time ago.

The cold weather slowly creeps in through the slightly open window, inching its claw closer to the woman in the tub. There’s petals, a whole bunch of different flowers thrown together with oils and salts to caress her skin. The entire house smells of lilies and cinnamon as other women prance around with laughter in the air, some carry books while others are getting ready to prep her. Some just walk around to enjoy the chatter, the pleasant sound of conversation 

There’s no disturbance during the delightful afternoon of a time well spent. Soon the young woman will be fetched away from the bath with a silk robe, they’ll wrap her body in cotton and silk and put oils on her face and hair. She’ll be readied to be adored, as she’s destined to be. Her face will be painted with the gentle colors of spring: cherry blossoms in her lips and roses on her cheeks. 

The women will seat her in the living room and wait for the awaited man of the hour. The handsome prince who will take the princess on a lovely evening. They’ll be happy, everyone’s sure of it. The knight in shining armor will knock on the door and she’ll dance the night away with the handsome man before moving away to spend the rest of her long years with him.

Except that there is no princess and no knight in shining armor.

Just a gangster who fancies a lass that despises him.

---

He wants to get out of his own skin. He jumps at every knock and sound until all he can focus on is a single word in a three page document. Ollie comes every now and then, tea tray at hand as he makes eyes at his boss but he knows better than to speak when the big bad boss is that silent. No words are uttered, just simple gestures and grunts.

And Ollie’s mind strikes with a wild idea.

Alfie’s many things. He’s an angry man, a violent one at times and not a man of many words. There are times when his silver tongue will come into play but he brushes shoulders with dirty gangsters every day, seeing as he is one and there are many cruel things that overshadow the man that he truly is.

He’s not known to be gentle, loving, kind even. He’s smart, he’ll give his boss that and cunning, too but not polite at any turn. He’s cold blooded, driven by decisions he makes in his mind. He’s a determined man with an army at his disposal.

But now, in his office, he almost looks nervous.

The lad knows better than to ask, seeing as it will only rile him up before he storms out. And he’s right, as Alfie leaves shortly after Ollie brings him his afternoon tea. Almost storms out of the place and doesn’t say a word. He forgets to lock the door to his office and the documents from the morning are still on his table, barely read or touched.

He figures he should leave his boss be, he doesn’t want the wrong end of the stick slapping him on the forehead.

---

Fuck, he’s nervous.

The street lights illuminate the pavement he’s standing on. He’s dressed in a suit, newly tailored just for his broad form. He carefully cleared up his beard, even put on fucking cologne and he’s sure he looks ridiculous and somewhat laughable but there was the voice of his mother scolding him when he had thought about showing up on your doorstep with his work clothes.

He didn’t know why that was.

He took a deep breath, then. He was a gangster, for fucks sake, he muttered under his breath. There were very few things he was scared of: his mother, having to fight in the war again and apparently, knocking on your door. It earned a small chuckle from him, the thought of him shaking in his boots to ask a lass out.

But the tables turn when that lass is you.

He doesn’t spend time to ponder on why he’s so enamored by you. He has a few ideas but he’s a busy man: a man who only meets women when he’s in need of a certain release. There’s not the usual game of catch with them. He doesn’t even encounter that many women on a weekly basis to begin with: so having pleasant interactions takes him by surprise.

But, right, he doesn’t think about it.

One knock and then two. He waits, stays put as some shuffling is heard from the other side of the door as he stands still. This time, there is no screaming but the motion of the heavy door being pulled inside to reveal a familiar face. It’s not yours, no. It belongs to someone slightly older, a woman with a kind smile on her face as she takes a step back and speaks in a soft tone that makes all his nerves dissipate for a second.

Women are the antidote, he thinks.

“Come in, please. You can wait in the living room.” she says and smiles once more as Alfie’s broad form moves in the space.

Once he’s seated, he realizes this is the place he’d been in when speaking to the owner of the house. The lady speaks up once more before disappearing. “She’ll be down in a second.”

Alfie grumbles under his breath, a small smile plays on his lips as he does so. “Right.”

He doesn’t quite know how long he waits, only that his chest feels a little heavy as he does. He hears the footsteps coming from the stairs, hurried as the heels click against the wooden surface. It seems as though there’s only you, the woman who opened the door and him in the entire house and he wonders if you’ve asked for it to be this way.

And then, his eyes land on you.

Sure, he’s always thought you were lovely to look at but it’s different this time, not vastly so either. Just enough to make him gulp visibly. You’re wearing a silky petal colored dress, a little less fancy than the ones he sees around but he’s sure you’ve chosen it yourself. Your face is all the same, just some light make up to keep up the appearance but he can see the glint of anger in your eyes still. It’s not directed at him, he knows that much.

It takes him a moment but when you clear your throat, he’s back. You speak, not giving him the chance to do so. After all, it’s your forte. “Staring’s rude, you know.” you say and it makes him chuckle, which in return earns a nervous giggle from you.

His chest expands as he does so, some of the nerves disappearing. It’s because he doesn’t do this often or ever, he tells himself.

“Can’t fuckin’ help it, can I.” he speaks and watches a light blush creep on your cheeks. Before he can call you beautiful, damn gorgeous or any of the things he wants to call you, you make your remark and grab your coat.

“Well, that’ll come in handy when we arrive at the opening.” you say while putting on your coat but he takes over soon enough, helping you with the thick fabric.

“After you, lass.” he speaks and you nod. A small murmur of ‘thanks’ from your part before it all dissolves and you’re seated on the back seat of his car with him.

---

It goes like this.

He opens the door, you take his arm and make a smart comment about ‘how the rich and snobby never change’ and he chuckles at that, even though he’s not a member of the said club. He opens your doors for you, asks you if you’d like a certain drink and keeps you close the entire time. He’s important, you can tell by the way men straighten their posture and check their guns when he walks by. 

He sits you down in a corner booth and starts speaking. He asks questions, too. He’s attentive, kind and a perfect gentleman and you kind of hate it. He’s not at all what you thought he’d be and the worst of it all, he probably thinks this is a date.

But you don’t remember the rest of the details, now that you’re a bit buzzed.

He’s sitting in front of you, on the other side of the booth as the newly polished table reflects some of the glare from the surrounding lights. He’s sharply dressed, looking handsome if you dare say so but you’ll never admit it to him.

“So you own the place, then?” you speak and correct yourself afterwards. “This place, I mean.”

He nods, then speaks with his hand tugging at his beard. “I do, yeah. A bunch of other places, too.” he speaks and watches you make unimpressed eyes at him.

You’re not like the other women he’s entertained.

All of them had been lovely but they were mostly paid to be there to begin with. Some of the ladies his mother’s friends had arranged had been timid, quiet and with less excitement. But almost all of them had been impressed by the sheer power he had, his money and the empire he possessed. But every time he spoke of his establishments, you made a face at him.

“Sounds utterly boring and tiring.” you say, taking a sip of your drink as you do so.

His eyebrows slightly shoot up, then. Looking over the rim of the glass through you and you give him a smile in return. “Just saying.” you mutter while you chuckle.

“Yer a fiery little minx, aren’t ya?” he says but it’s not a question. You and him both know it well. You shrug, it’s not very later that your voice is heard between the air around you as it finds his ears.

“You throw punches, I throw insults.” your voice isn’t muffled as he hears it. Not at all, as he looks into your eyes. He nods at your words, muttering a ‘very well’ as he does so.

The next hour includes him and you speaking, mostly him asking questions and you answering the ones you want to answer. There’s a hesitation in your tone that he senses, which gives away the fact that you haven’t exactly done this before but he’s aware of the fact that you’re young, hell much younger than him, anyway.

When you have sipped enough drinks and seated next to him in the booth, so close you can feel the deepening of his breath, he decides he’ll just go with the flow. He feels the tender skin of your forearm brush the sleeve of his shirt, you’re way too fuckin’ close but he just watches you, curious as to what your plan is.

But it seems as though you have none.

He has seen and met women who are smart, more cunning than any of the man he’s worked with and he’s not blind, not exactly. He sees the way almost all your moves are precisely calculated to get what you want, or to express what you need to express but he sees the mask slip by each passing second as you nurse the drinks the waiter keeps bringing.

And he’s quite pleased with what’s being revealed.

But he’s a decent man. He likes to think that he is. Sure, he sometimes kills but only when necessary. He does break a couple noses here and there but he also donates to the enterprises built by his community, treats women and children the way his mother taught him and doesn’t cross any line.

Getting too many drinks in you, that would cross a line.

He then proceeds to observe you once more. Your lips are stuck out, a little pouty compared to the already displeased state. He sees you raise your eyebrows as you eye the people across the bar on the other side of the room, chatting and having fun. There’s a neutrality in your state he revels in for a second before your glistening orbs land on him.

Your eyebrows raise right in that instance.

You’re too observant for your own good, he thinks. He knows the way young people get, all blood rushing through their veins with a slight touch of alcohol. He was like you once, he thinks. Well, maybe not exactly but he had been your age and had seen some gore things. He’ll admit that you’re more aware, alert as you make your way through life but he’s hesitant to ask why that is.

And he’s not a man who’s ever been hesitant.

“Something to share?” you ask, no slur between the words as you speak. He can tell the buzz is wearing off slowly as he clicks his tongue.

“Nah. Nothin’ important, lass.” he speaks and watches you scrutinize him for a bit.

You’re real good at reading people too, but he’s a hard one to figure out.

You lick your lips and he watches, one finger patting on the surface of the hard wood table. Your eyes don’t leave his for a bit, your way of saying ‘you could lie better than that’ but you don’t press on it. Maybe that’s what makes you smart, why Lidia has chosen a young little thing like yourself to do most of the legal work surrounding such a peculiar house.

After the comfortable silence washes over the table and he quits staring, a man in a black coat comes to fetch him. There’s no tremble in the man’s voice as he speaks to Alfie, which says all you need to know. He utters the words ‘important business’ and you see the look in Alfie’s eyes.

He’s either gonna murder this man or is extremely panicked.

He nods once, once more after that before getting up. He opens his mouth, body angled towards yours and hands reaching for yours but before he can make his case and disappear closed doors, your soft words meet his ears.

“Go handle the important business, big boss.” you say, a slight hinge to your tone and he smirks. There’s no resentment, even though he thinks there might be. There’s also a spark to his eye, one that tells you all you need to know.

You have more balls than the gangsters he makes deals with.

He proceeds to leave behind closed doors, replaced by an equally broad but much more boring lad to keep you company. He doesn’t ask questions, just tells you to let him know if you need anything and he’ll take care of Alfie’s ‘bird’ anyway he can.

And doesn’t run after you when you leave immediately after that.

---

Alfie feels his head get heavier by the second and the sight before him doesn’t really help.

There’s a man on the floor, his torso not properly connected to the rest of his body. Well, not anymore. There’s blood everywhere but he’s been careful to only have it on his shoes, had his men do most of the dirty work until the very last blow. He’s smart that way.

He thinks you’ll either be waiting for him dozed off or you left already. He bets on the latter while he walks to the part of the place you were once seated.

And there is no pretty little lass waiting for him no more. He looks at the bashful young man who was supposed to keep you company but he just apologizes, no details given of how you’ve left.

He could be angry right now, so fuckin’ angry, he mutters to himself but what if you come back?

You’ve made him into a silly man.

He tells Ishmael to bring the car around so he can go after you, even though he has no idea where you could’ve gone other than the house. His man is fast to bring the vehicle around as he rounds it up, Alfie wastes no time in getting in and barking orders.

But his efforts are in vain.....or so you think.

You’re not far from the place either, shoes in your hand as you walk through a small patch of grass. The date was mostly for show: he needed you to make it up to him for being rude and you had been present before he disappeared so you considered it as a win. A sigh escaped your lips as you saw his car pull up.

You weren’t able to get very far away anyway, not on feet at least. His breath is ragged as he walks up to you, not fast in any way but you can see his ragged inhale and it makes you smile a little.

Was he worried?

It’s a stupid question you don’t voice out loud, it wouldn’t be wise to do so. You wait until he’s standing directly in front of you, your neck craned to see his face. His eyes are of the panther’s: sly and wide as he stares down at you. He can see the wine’s effect on your face as you smile up at him, but knows you still have your wits from the way you eye Ishmael as he stands back.

“Where the fuck have you been, eh?” he asks, voice softer and impossibly hushed as he speaks.

“You gave me London’s most boring chap to hang out with after you were gone.” you speak and you can see him stop himself from smirking.

“I haven’t been out for long anyway. You were able to find me, so it shouldn’t be such a big de-” you continue but he stops you, annoyance mixed with something you would identify as lust as he cuts you off. You raise your eyebrows as you stare at him with wide eyes in surprise, the best kind.

“What the fuck was I supposed to tell your fuckin’ mum if you got lost, lass?” he asks and watches you grimace.

He thinks you’re a fucking kid.

You’re quick to answer, mostly annoyed that he’d say such a thing but you’ve dealt with men like him before.

“For starters, she’s not my mom and you very well know this, Mr. Solomons.” you say, eyes locked on his as you spit venom. “And I’m not a fucking kid who has to be watched everywhere she goes. You asked me on this damn date so you should know better than to treat me like one.” you finish speaking as your chest heaves, your eyebrows are furrowed and expression stern.

He knows he’s touched a nerve, he also knows you won’t let this die down easily seeing as you’ve never been the one to do that to begin with. He watches the way you stand in front of him, cheeks flushed and hair a mess compared to the neat updo of it when he first picked you up.

And he thinks you’re just lovely.

He won’t say that, he’s said it about a dozen times since he saw you first to begin with and he knows it pisses you off from the way you straighten your shoulders and give him a stern look. He likes that, too much for his own good but he knows he’s on thin ice with you.

And somewhere deep down, he desperately wants you to like him.

He doesn’t quite know what it is. You’re very much like him when he was young: angry, confused, easily offended and riled up. Your looks don’t help him either. You’re young on the face, beautiful regardless and he knows there are boys chasing you left and right, he’s sure of it, and he figures you see him as an old man anyway.

He makes the mistake of having what a foolish young Alfie would have, hope.

---

He has his driver stirring the wheel as you both sit at the back of the large vehicle, as he watches you fidget with your fingers and eyes you slightly. You look slightly bothered, which is the first time he sees a hint of worry etched in your pretty features. You looked annoyed for most of the time, sure, but this is different. You look like you were out of line knowingly and now you feel bad, although Alfie doubts that this is true given his previous interactions with you.

He doesn’t feel like himself when you’re around.

He does, actually, he feels like the younger Alfie. He rarely remembers the details of his interactions with you, all his senses go overdrive when you’re around. He feels himself collapsing, but the stupid part of him before he went to war feels more prominent than ever. He feels like his head is screwed on the wrong way, like the screws are barely holding him together.

He feels helpless, a feeling so foreign.

He’s sure he doesn’t look it. He’s used to looking threatening, or so he thinks. Most people don’t dare to walk on the same street with him let alone talk to him so he counts himself as a the broody looking type. Proudly so. But when he looks at you, he sees none of that. He can’t make out why you agreed in the first place.

“Why are ya’ so fuckin’ quiet all of a sudden, lass?” he asks, knowing that you’ll hit him back with a smart comment. It’s only fair when he’s poking the bear.

You look at him dead on, eyes stern as you keep your mouth shut. It’s an answer of sorts, although he’s sure this isn’t all that’s going to come from you. You lick your lips before speaking, a small frown apparent on your lips. “You ask too many questions, Mr. Solomons.” your voice is soft as you say it, a cheeky edge to it all the while your eyes remain on his.

“Ya’ gonna answer some soon then?” he counteracts and it makes you smile, almost.

Your eyes leave his handsome face, instead focused on the way the city moves along with the car you’re in. You’re sure he’s staring again, a habit of his he can’t seem to get rid of. You’re not fully complaining, not just yet anyway as the car moves.

Alfie doesn’t seem to have you figured out just yet.

He’s aware that it needs time, you don’t seem to the type to be figured out easily. He’s used to doing that to people, so he doesn’t get shot in the back alley of some dodgy bar. He used to be afraid of that, he reminds himself. But the war had changed him as a man.

The driver’s fast, maybe too much for his own good when Alfie realizes that the house is only a minute away from where the car is. The driver has the courtesy to pull over and wait as Alfie stares at you. Your head lifts from the window to see him already staring at you.

“Is my apology accepted then?” you ask, reminding him that this had all been a game after all. 

He was a fool.

He didn’t get nice things, that much had been clear after the war. He was a gruff looking lad with anger issues. Sure, women sometimes seemed to be interested but he doubted that it solely had to do with who he was. They liked to giggle like schoolgirls whenever they saw him, the danger and the thrill of it all blinded the ladies. 

He rode that wave for a bit, enough to sedate his needs but soon realized it was destructive. He felt empty, like he had nothing to look forward to. He had built himself an empire at the same time, too numb to figure out that he also needed something more.

He knew it wouldn’t be his.

He knew what had happened with many gangster’s wives. He didn’t get that, he had told himself to be ok with it a long time ago. But then you had appeared. Some little thing with anger to fill any house. He found it familiar, like a mirror and the opposite at the same time. He had liked it, almost grew hopeful of the things that could have been.

He was a damn fool.

He didn’t let his disappointment show, only a small frown on his lip that was familiar at this point. He nodded and then made an approving sound. “Hm.”

You looked at him from head to toe then, a small frown apparent on your lips before you spoke up again. You knew the rules. They were set in stone.  “Thank you for tonight. It was interesting to say the least.” you said, a smirk on your lips as you said the last part which made him chuckle, almost involuntarily. 

You got out of the car after that and he followed, as he did most of the time. He watched as you walked towards the door of the house, slow and deliberate in your movement as you did so. Purse in hand, you returned to him before putting your hand on the door handle. 

He waited.

“I’ll see you when I see you.” you said before knocking once and the rest of your leave came immediate.

You were gone.

----

He was out on business. 

He was busy these days, maybe too much but it kept his head busy. It worked great. He didn’t have time to think about anything anyway. He walked through the front corridor’s of his warehouse to get to his office, Ollie following him as per usual. He was angry today, more so than usual but no one could blame him. The deals made in the last weeks had been rough.

“There’s someone in your office, boss.” said Ishmael before he stepped in.

Alfie’s eyebrows raised in annoyance before looking at Ollie. He knew he had a couple hours off around the afternoon, clear of appointments when he had checked in with Ollie just this morning.

“No clue who it is” Ishmael added once more before looking at Ollie again.

This was just peachy.

Alfie checked his vest for his gun, feeling the weight of his against the side of his ribcage as he patted the fabric. He looked at Ollie once more before speaking up. “Alright, lads.” he said and walked in the office.

The room was the same. The dusty shelves in their regular fashion with books untouched. The window was still closed but the drapes were open. The temperature was the same, a little drafty and the main desk remained just as it had been left this morning. The wooden furniture in place.

But there was an addition, confusing yet pleasant.

There you were, sitting on his chair with feet on his desk, papers he didn’t recognize. A glass of rum next to the gun he kept on his drawer as you toyed with the revolver in your hand.

Your smile lit up the room the moment you saw him, bigger than Alfie had ever seen it before you spoke. “Hello, gentlemen.”

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a/n: Hello hello! First off, I’m momentarily back? I had so much on my plate with uni projects but I started writing again and I hope you enjoyed it <3 I also needed some time away from it i think. I have a week off then i start the next semester but i plan to be more active on hereee <3 Also happy belated valentine’s day a kiss to you all

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Younger Shelby! Sister Headcanon

masterlist

you would be born in 1903, making you six years younger than ada but five years older than finn

your brothers protect you from every thing

you’d occasionally steal bread from the richer people in town

you’d see her brothers off to war and be sad to to see different men return

when the family shop was created you were not part of the business until a few months later

any boy that hurts you will end up dead or severely hurt

ada and you would always eat breakfast together since no one in the family seems to eat

being the first one to notice ada’s missing period

you’d have the reputation of an angel but everyone knows that the devil could lash out any second

not being a fan of grace

tommy would gift you a horse for your birthday—a black horse that you’d name shadow

and also a gun for protection...

lots of arguments with the coppers

have i mentioned that?

isiah and you would often hang around in the garrison

and when michael joined the family he’d come too

people would fear your name

because they know you’re the most protected girl/woman in whole small heath/birmingham

‘my name’s shelby, so you better give me what i want.’

always knowing that you can count on your brothers!

becoming close to michael once he finds polly

you’re both the same age and found many interests between you

one time you weren’t back home on time and the shelbys turned every stone not knowing you were held up by a friend

being thrilled when karl was born and so excited to see him grow

chess matches with karl!

visiting ada in london but remaining in small heath because the familys there

helping polly through her mental crisis

have i also mentioned that you’ll be kidnapped at least once and threatened all the time?

lovely isn’t it?

you’re also sceptical of gina and her whole scheme with michael

when you finally get a boyfriend everyone’s very wary of him which almost drives him away

with makes you mad

you love how you climbed up from working class to the riches you have now and you couldn’t be prouder

you love being a shelby