#Tommy Green/Unknown

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🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1359

Chapter 41:

Now, with Jen out of the way, only Billy, Agatha, and you were left in the room. It was still unknown what this trial truly was and if the Road had chosen to just speed it up and end it right now.

Technically, once the green witch would have her trial; the road would end. Not everyone had to be trialed. At least it didn't last time.

Now... you were not so sure.

"This can end right here, right now." Agatha suddenly said as she sat down in a meditating position.

"How?"

You frowned, but as you locked eyes with your lover, you could almost read her thoughts. "By helping you next. Helping you find Tommy."

Agatha smiled faintly at your quick thinking and your keen ability in connecting the dots. She then patted the spot in front of her while looking at Billy.

"Come. Sit Down."

Billy did not seem to fully believe her. "What?"

Agatha remained patient. "That's what you want, right? Tommy isn't waiting out there. Not in a body, anyway. That's what got Rio in such a tizzy. She knows you could do it for him."

"Do what?"

"Give him another life! Another spin around the dance floor."

This got Billy interested, and he ended up sitting on top of his folded legs right in front of Agatha, desperation and undying hope glowing within his dark eyes.

"You think I can bring him back?" He questioned. "I don't know how I did it."

It was your turn to smile weakly as you moved to sit behind Billy. "You never do. That's the fun in it. " You folded your legs and leaned on the heels of your feet to keep some height.

Billy looked at you above his shoulder, surprised by your close proximity and the fact that he didn't know what you were planning to do; worried him.

Sure, you did not have any foul means in the end like Agatha, but you were a fully powered up witch with some impressive skills in your arsenal.

"Time to grow up." Agatha said, drawing his attention. "And don't worry about Y/N. She will help since... well, I don't have my powers back yet. "

In the end, Billy obeyed with some hesitation. He gave you one last look, trying to gain courage from your reassuring smile.

"It's okay, Billy. We can do this," you told him and motioned for him to focus back on Agatha. "Close your eyes and remember... remember your last moments with Tommy."

Billy closed his eyes and tried to take a few deep breaths while he explored his messy and divided mind for what he was looking for.

"I don't remember anything." He confessed.

Agatha looked at you, a silent signal to give him a little boost.

You took a deep breath and concentrated, white magic gathering gently in your palms. You were more confident with this, for you had done it in the past.

Using magic to help trigger a memory was a skill Agatha had helped you practise, offering herself as your guinea pig until you got it right.

It scares you at first, fearing you might hurt her, but she had remained fully trusting in you; knowing you would do it.

You closed your eyes and placed your hands close to Billy's temples, not touching his skin. Your white magic came alive and moved in gentle waves towards his head, bypassing any natural barrier they met.

"You were ten. You lived in Westview. You and your brother." Agatha started as you used your magic to jog his memory, a more subtle way of the trick she used on Wanda back the.

Billy was trying trying hard to remember. He didn't register when your magic started to affect him. He didn't have time to focus on it as his memory started to get jogged. "I was... about to fall asleep. I realize I'm breathing at the same time as Tommy. He's not snoring, but... It's heavy enough to listen to. It's nice. That feeling when your body knows it's safe."

Agatha hummed faintly in approval. "Breathe with him. Breathe." She guided him.

His breathing became even, and if you were not focusing on controlling your magic, you would have smiled with pride.

The little silence didn't last long as Billy started to sweat faintly, eyes twitching behind closed eyelids and a could almost feel the intensity of huss sunbconisous travel as it passed through your magic.

"The sound of him. It stops because everything else does." He exclaimed, a single finger faintly twitching.

"It's your mother folding her world. That's okay. It's okay." Agatha reassurd him. "You keep breathing. Even if you can't hear him, you don't have to open your eyes to know how close he is. Breathing together. You breathe for yourself. You breathe for him. You breathe for everything he is. You hold it all inside of you. But it can't stay there. The memories. The feelings. You can't keep them." Billy started to twitch more, his mind fighting him as the experiences and his emotions were becoming too much.

You had to open your eyes and look at Agatha with worry, feeling the inner turmoil within the boy. You felt sorry for him, not able to even imagine the traumatic experience he had been going through.

However, you were also worried that he might break from this meditation and attempt to see how much he was fighting it. If he did, you doubted there would be enough time to start again and help him.

Agatha seemed to share your thoughts, for she chose to act. She placed her hands above yours and forced them to press against his temples.

The sudden move shocked you, but you immediately had to close your eyes and keep control, his emotions and the connection you subtly shared due to your magic threatening to overwhelm you as well.

You took a few deep breaths and tried to focus on Agatha's warm hands, bigger and softer; cupping your own. They were trying to help with whatever remnants of magic she had taken from Alice and whatever her own strong will could do.

And so, the two of you worked together to encourage Billy to help him keep going now that he was so close to the end.

"Keep your eyes closed no matter what. You can't keep him. So where does he go?" Agatha asked, trying to focus as well and gain any kind of connection through your magic as well.

"I don't know!" Billy said in panic.

"Find him a place."

"It's black. There's nothing. He floats. He looks down... He's afraid." His pants grow deeper, louder, and you can feel the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and rolling by the side of his temples; getting stopped by your hands.

At the same time, above you, the lights keep turning off one by one; unevenly.

"But he has you with him now." Agatha reminded Billy.

"I can't find a place."

"Don't give me that. 120 bodies empty out every minute. Find one."

Billy was quiet for a few seconds, and that made you worried, but you did not dare to break your concentration, fearing for the worst.

At last, he started to speak again, and his words brought hope within your chest.

"It's underwater! There's a boy. It's a prank. They tricked him. He's gonna drown. It's a bad place." He informed, in his mind, being able to feel and see everything as if he was suffering them himself.

"It usually is."

"And the people, the family, there's no one to love him! He's got no one!" You caught faintly his hands glowing blue as his magic worked. "Agatha, am I killing this boy so my brother can live?"

Billy screamed as he successesded on the task, the lights above flickering. A crack on the cement appeared between Agatha and him, and in the very next second, he had disappeared from the room; never getting an answer and just leaving you and Agatha behind...

Once again, the two of you at the very end of the road.

Chapter 42

[malikat24601]

Errrbody out there with their cool title art and brilliant ideas for the BB... and then there's me <insert hehehe raccoon gif here> Presenting Team 043 with @ghostdeb bringing you: Glory Days A Steddie Alpha/Baseball/Omega fic for the Steddie Big Bang 24! Excerpt: The sun was high in the sky, blindingly bright, and Eddie shielded his eyes as he wandered through the stands, looking for his seat. Nancy’s expectations of him rang loud and clear in the excellent spot she had reserved for him, field level near the dugout, overlooking home plate. Money wasted, he thought saltily to himself, since he wouldn’t be able to see anything past the fucking glare. 

There was a gift bag waiting for him, a welcome package from the team — a bottle of water, a box of honest-to-god Cracker Jack, a little baseball bat keychain with Harrington’s jersey number on it, and a cap with the team logo embroidered across the center in bright reds and golds — the Indiana Mindflayers. Eddie pouted to himself, hemmed and hawed until finally, with a loud groan, he pulled the cap on over his frizzy curls and… damn. Even he had to admit that it brought instant relief to his eyes, shading them and bringing the field into perfect clarity. He sniffed, the smell of the turf bright and green in his nose. I’ll have to start doubling up on the Claritin, he thought, determined not to enjoy it one bit. 

Eddie pulled out his notepad and shuffled through his notes. Steve Harrington was the second baseman; smart, fast, with good reflexes and running speed. By all accounts, he was the favorite to break the base-stealing record last set in 1982, garnering respect for the up-and-coming new team. He was a powerful hitter, an even better baseman, a fan favorite, and, as far as Eddie could tell, a squeaky-clean, all-American golden boy. 

And while Eddie had done the requisite reading on the sport, more of his time had been spent delving into the lore that had built up around the man. The only son of a notorious business mogul, Steve Harrington had led a charmed life. Trust fund baby, sports phenom, the pinnacle of what a good son and alpha should be — right up until he had defied expectations and joined an unknown, fledgling team and been cut off by his family. 

Lucky for him, Steve was handsome, charming, and known almost as well for his prowess off the field as he was on it. He was never seen with the same woman more than twice, never tied down, never mated. Rumors swirled that he had almost been married once, but had his heart broken by some mysterious figure, the identity of whom he protected at all costs. Other than that, it would appear that all there was to know about Steve Harrington was how he played that day and who the new celebrity on his arm was that week. How boring, Eddie couldn’t think of anything worse.

Still, he was a reporter, and there was a lot of buzz around the guy. If there was a story there, he would find it, and then he would go back to Indy and beg on hands and knees for his old job back.

Eddie sat through the first half of the inning before the Mindflayers were up to bat. He waited with as much enthusiasm as he could muster to get his eyes on the man himself. Finally, the familiar sound of Andre 3000 started up, Harrington’s song of choice to play him in, as he jogged out onto the batting mound. 

Don’t want to meet your daddy, just want you in my caddy Don’t want to meet your momma, just want to make you come-a

Eddie rolled his eyes. A little on the nose, he thought, we get it, you’re a playboy who knots ‘em and walks ‘em. And I heard you were actually smooth…

Steve Harrington came up to bat with the bases loaded. It wouldn’t have been hard for anyone to look impressive after the lackluster performance of Tommy Hagan before him, but Steve sauntered out to home plate swinging his bat with the kind of easy confidence that made you just know he was about to do something special. His very first swing connected with the ball with a satisfying crack, sending it sailing deep into the stands.

Steve tossed his bat and ran, a home run. The crowd roared, jumping to their feet; the energy was infectious, and look, Eddie had eyes, he wasn’t immune to those tight little pants, or the sight of dirt on his knees as Steve pulled himself up with a bright, crooked grin and a little wave. The man was hot, he could admit it.

A faint scent of something wafted up from the field, spicy sweet and undeniable, calling to him so strongly that Eddie felt lightheaded. But almost as soon as he had locked onto it, it was gone; the wind changed and with it came the smell of incoming rain. He sank back in his seat, a little worse for wear, looking dubiously up at the sky and the gray clouds rolling in. A shiver ran through him and Eddie was forced to buy a hoodie to go with his new cap as light sprinkles fell over the stadium. He charged that shit on the company card.

The game played on, dauntless of the rain, and Eddie was cold, wet, way too sober, and bored. He tried to get into it, but catching the Cracker Jack he was tossing into the air with his mouth was just so much more interesting. 

After an eternity, finally they were in the last inning, and just as he was silently thanking the gods of sportsball that he’d soon be released from his purgatory, a palpable energy began to grow all around him. People were sitting up, watching a little closer. Eddie sat up, too, unceremoniously dropping the Cracker Jack to the ground.

The field was still wet from the earlier rain, grass glistening under the lights that had come up as the sun went down. It was the bottom of the 9th, the Mindflayers were down by one, and Steve was up to bat again. 

The first pitch was thrown wildly out of the strike zone, a ball. Steve let slip a flash of annoyance, which made Eddie smile to himself. Careful, big boy, that halo is slipping. On his second swing, he hit a double and made it to second base.

Then, before the next batter for the Mindflayers could take his place, the opposing team made a switch, bringing Jason Carver onto the field, their notoriously lethal left-handed pitcher. Steve seemed keenly interested in the goings on, so much so that Eddie found himself watching him more so than the player at bat. 

“Only one out left,” muttered the man sitting behind Eddie, so he wrote it down in his notepad. He could look up the exact rules of the game again later, after he had dried off, warmed up, and eaten something other than stale, too-sweet popcorn.

Lucas Sinclair stepped up to the plate, and while he and Carver sized each other up, Steve took the opportunity to run, racing to steal third base. The crowd cheered and Carver cursed, shouting something and… did Steve wink at him? Carver cursed again, but it didn’t matter, Steve was already safe. Sinclair was laughing; if he could get a good play, Steve would have a chance to run for home, tying the game. Carver spit and turned back to the plate, winding up. 

Sinclair was ready, but Carver’s signature fastball got past him. Eddie’s eyes were still on Harrington, who looked tense and twitchy as he and Sinclair made eye contact across the diamond. Carver smirked; another deadly pitch, another strike. Behind Carver’s shoulder, Steve had crouched low, watching things play out intently. The final swing connected, ball sent flying deep into the outfield and Steve ran. The crowd was on their feet, screaming as Steve slid home, his hat coming off and hair flying. He’d tied the game, standing up with a grin, clay caked down the front of his uniform as he shouted at Sinclair to run. The opposing team’s outfield threw the ball, but it went wide, missing their baseman. Sinclair kept running, past third, and when he touched home, he leapt onto Steve, the two of them laughing and shouting, because they’d done it. The Mindflayers had won by a single point in the final inning of the game.

Eddie found himself standing, too, his hands in the air and his jaw on the floor. He was absolutely helpless to the energy of the crowd. The team poured out onto the field, hoisting Steve and Lucas up onto their shoulders, and Steve threw his head back and laughed. Eddie laughed with him, couldn’t help it, overwhelmed by the magic of the moment. Somewhere on the breeze, he caught the smallest taste of that scent again, hot baked bread and spices, warmth and comfort, and then it was gone. When he looked back out to the field, Steve had disappeared into the dugout. That was Eddie’s cue to make his way down.

He wedged himself into the throng of reporters at the press conference, all trying to get the attention of Steve Harrington, who was clearly preoccupied with teasing his coach, renowned humorless hardass Jim Hopper, while managing to answer a slew of questions seemingly on autopilot without looking up once. “It’s all about teamwork, no one player wins the game,” rolled off his tongue, and then, “everything I learned, I learned from this man here,” as Hopper snorted gruffly. Eddie pushed through to the front and raised his voice. 

“That was a pretty neat trick you pulled there, but couldn’t you have done it sooner in the game so we could have had a bit more action in the middle bit? Or do they just trot you out at the very end to make it seem more interesting?”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the small space, save for a few awkward coughs as Harrington turned to stare directly at Eddie, his dark eyes narrowing. 

“Never seen this scrawny little guy before,” he quipped, leaning back lazily as though Eddie had bored him. “And who are you?” 

“Eddie Munson, with The P—”

“The Pace. I know you. You’re Wheeler’s new boy. Of course you are.” Steve said it like it left a bad taste in his mouth and Eddie gritted his teeth.

“If you could just answer the ques—”

“The reason, Mr. Munson,” Steve interrupted him again, “is that there’s more to the game than just hitting balls and running. Stealing bases requires thought, and it requires the right set of circumstances to pull it off. As soon as I realized they were bringing Carver out onto the field, I knew that I’d have a chance to take third, because as a left-handed pitcher, he’d have his back to me. It’s called game strategy. You may think I’m just a dumb jock, but I do actually have a brain. Next question.”

Eddie was dismissed, clearly. He frowned, staring down at his notepad. Strategy? You didn’t get to be the scariest dungeon master in Indy without knowing game strategy. Eddie twitched with annoyance.

He sulked through the rest of the questions, saying nothing, before making his way down to the locker rooms with the select few VIP reporters allowed in for the meet-n-greet. Eddie milled about, feeling every bit as uncomfortable as he had in high school gym, sweaty ball players shoving past him with towels thrown over their shoulders. Someone knocked into him from behind, and Eddie jumped aside, immediately apologizing.

It was Harrington, of course it was. Up close, Eddie could see that his brown eyes were more a warm hazel flecked with gold, downturned and sleepy-looking, but beautifully expressive. His lips were bowed and pink, far lovelier than a testosterone-ridden alpha male should possess, and cheeks kissed with tiny moles. He froze in place, apology dropping off, entirely unprepared for the reality of Steve. 

The man smirked at him, clearly amused. Steve reached forward and pinched the fabric of Eddie’s Mindflayers hoodie, rubbing it between his fingers. Then he ran his thumb along the bill of Eddie’s cap, almost teasingly. “Love the ‘fit,” he purred, in a wry, gravelly voice, and Eddie shivered. 

Steve was standing so close, sneering down at the gaping idiot that Eddie had become, and for a second he thought he caught that scent again, rising dough, nutmeg. His attention snapped elsewhere as he subconsciously lifted his nose to the air and sniffed. An omega was near, their scent curious and seeking, interested, sending a pulse of want all through him. Steve’s eyes shuttered off, and he looked uncomfortable, taking a step back and rubbing at his neck. Then, with an awkward smile that held none of the fire it possessed earlier, Steve whispered, “see ya around, Munson,” as he turned tail towards the showers, leaving Eddie staring after him. 

[toms-cherry-trees]

Scraped Heart || Victoria Shelby

Summary: Wounded knees hurt more than just the flesh.

Word Count: 2132

Warnings: Description of minor injuries, post war PTSD, Tommy scaring his sister

Author’s note:  So this is set right after the war is over and everyone has gone home, it could be mere weeks or no more than a couple months since everyone was shoved back into their lives. I’ve always imagined those weeks when they are trying to pretend that nothing happened to be extremely awkward and tense, especially for the younger ones, since four years is basically half of their lives they spent in uncertainty.

Thomas dragged his feet across the dusty boards of the hallway. Many nights had transpired the same way, ever since the return; he wandered around aimlessly, his mind disconnected from his body, until he found himself far away from home without memory of how he got there in the first place. That evening he had snapped back to his senses to find himself in the oldest part of the town’s graveyard, where most tombs dated to the prior century, stained green and the engravings faded by time and the elements. He must have stumbled and fell at some point, for his trousers had mud in the knees and his hands were scraped and bruised. A light drizzle had dampened his clothes and trickled down the bare curve of his neck. Nighttime had fallen already, but Tommy swore it had been daytime still when he left Watery Lane.

As he was about to reach his bedroom, a quiet cry and curse from the nursery caught his attention. Nursery, that word still made him snort. That little wooden sign with said word carved with a knife had arrived at the house with the first baby, and had been moved from door to door to whichever bedroom belonged to the youngest. But it wouldn’t be moved again, since there would be no more babies born under that roof, not at least for the foreseeable future. 

The door stood ajar, and Tommy peeked in curiously, shrouded by the darkness of the hallway. Victoria sat on her bed, knees bent in front of her, both scraped and bruised. Around here laid a mess of pieces of bandages, a rusty pair of scissors, some iodine and oddly enough, a bottle of liquor. A most puzzling scene, especially because Tommy would have never expected his eight year old sister to have the maturity to gather all those supplies and hide in her bedroom while injured, instead of crying it out like a normal child. But again, kids raised in the middle of the war were no normal children.

Vicky had a piece of cloth on her hand and tried to dab at her scrapes, but she hissed every time it came in contact with her injury. Tears streamed down her cheeks, carving lines in the dirt of her skin. Tommy just then realised she was covered in grime from head to toe. 

Vicky again made a feeble attempt to wipe away some of the blood on her knees

“Fuck” She hissed

“Oi, language!” Exclaimed Tommy, entering the bedroom. Vicky nearly jumped from the bed when Tommy marched in; he had the ability to be as silent as a cat, which drove everyone insane since he always startled everyone. The girl looked like she had seen a ghost, but there are worse things than a ghost, like being caught doing things you shouldn’t be by your brother-self-appointed-father.

Tommy sat on the edge of the bed while Vicky watched him cautiously, like a prey being sized up by the predator; Victoria had felt odd around Tommy ever since he came back from France, still struggling to get used to this new self, and desperately trying to find scraps of her old brother in this unknown man. They all had changed, in a way, but Tommy’s switch was most obvious. Sometimes the girl wondered if they had sent her back the right man.

“What happened?” The calmness in his voice was edged by the slightest hint of concern, and a dash of curiosity at the maturity of the littlest Shelby. 

“Street puddles are treacherous places” At her words, Tommy felt a strange pang in his heart. Since when did his little sister use big words like “treacherous”? When they left, she could barely even pronounce her own name correctly, and wanted to be up in someone’s arms all day long. Now she spent most of her days out of the home, either at school or roaming the streets with other rascals. She already knew how to read as well, and clearly used her newfound knowledge to say “big girl words” every time she could. 

Tommy grabbed her leg and pulled her close to inspect the wound, earning a squeak from his sister as she was yanked from a sitting position to be flat on the bed. The scrapes were large, but superficial. Something an adult wouldn’t even notice, but for a child of Victoria’s age it meant the end of the world and certain death. Yet his sister sat before him, teary eyed but otherwise calmly carrying herself. Tommy couldn’t recognise her anymore.

“Why didn’t you tell Aunt Pol to help you?”

For an answer, Victoria pointed to the floor, where her once new white stocks laid in tatters, all ripped up and stained with muddy water. Ada had told Polly that buying Victoria something white and delicate would be a waste of money, but she insisted. She wanted everyone to look their best when they picked the boys at the station, and somehow had stuffed Vicky and Finn in their Sunday best, complete with Finn’s hair slicked back and Victoria with ribbons woven in her plaits.

“Do you want my help?” Tommy felt odd at having to ask his eight year old sister if she needed help with something. In his mind this child had barely left the diapers and had no right to be speaking in full sentences and reading and writing.

“I can do it myself” Victoria sat up and grabbed the cloth again, but her hand shook even before she touched her knees. The sun would freeze over before she was finished.

Tommy snatched the cloth from her hands and dripped some iodine on it “It will not kill you to ask for help” He knew this bravado would crumble soon enough, but he couldn’t quite figure out what she was trying to prove.

“Aunt Polly said we have to fend for ourselves now”

Oh.

Tommy knew Pol didn’t say that. She would never say that directly to a child. But he still recalled the conversation when that phrase had been said. Late at night, the four of them sat before the hearth and passed around a bottle of cheap whiskey. They were due to leave at 9 am sharp the following day. Their hairs cut, their weavings packed and ready. Polly had stuffed their pockets with cigarettes and given them a bit of money in case they needed it. Then she prayed for their lives and commanded the three brothers to return, for they had people who loved them and depended on them. She remarked that even though Arthur and Tommy had no kids of their own they still had their responsibilities, because there were still three children under that roof that would now have to fend for themselves.

He couldn’t even begin to comprehend how Victoria remembered that. Maybe Polly had said those words again to a neighbour, or to Ada who was old enough to understand; and the little rascal had eavesdropped and gotten the wrong idea. A painful coil tightened around Tommy’s throat; the baby of the house had spent all these years under the impression that she only had herself in the world, even if she didn’t quite understand what that implied. 

Tommy didn’t reply. What could he possibly say? How could he erase from her mind that idea that she had to rely only on herself because everything and everyone else around her were not for granted? He couldn’t say that he would be forever with her, because he knew that was a promise he didn’t know if he could keep.

He gently dabbed the cloth on her knee, earning a hiss and quietly muttered curse from his sister, who quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

“Don’t let Pol hear you or she will wash your mouth with soap” Tommy swiftly pulled Victoria into his lap so he could hold her better, and to give her the chance to hold onto him. He got to work on cleaning the scrapes, feeling little fingers dig tightly on the fabric of his coat, and he was pretty sure Vicky bit the arm he was using to hold her. 

Once the grime had been wiped away he began to bandage her knees “What is the liquor for?” Tommy inquired curiously, nodding to the almost empty bottle on the bed. The bottle had some cheap hard liquor that they kept in a cabinet for emergencies, and never for drinking. Not that Thomas believed Vicky to be taking swigs of alcohol behind their backs, but the thought was amusing nonetheless.

“I have seen you and Arthur clean up wounds with that” She shrugged “I don’t think I need it thought” She added quickly

Tommy hummed “You couldn’t open it, right”

“Yep”

The faintest ghost of a smile tugged on Tommy’s lips. A big girl with big words and a big attitude but she still didn’t have the strength to open up a bottle, nor had she figured out how to work the house keys, and still wanted to have her food cut up for her. He finished wrapping the bandages and tied them up neat and nicely “Does it feel okay?”

The girl flexed her legs a few times and nodded “I could do that myself” Victoria could never, ever lose the opportunity to try and up her older brothers. Only when she stepped off Tommy’s lap did she notice the dirt in his trousers and the little scraps of his hands “Did you fall too?”

Tommy’s body immediately tensed up and he put his hands down to hide his reddened palms “Yards are treacherous places”

Victoria immediately tried to pull up Tommy’s trousers to take a look, but Tommy held her wrists to stop her, rather harshly. Both of them stood in absolute silence until Tommy let go of her. He hadn’t intended to be so harsh, but sometimes it happened too fast. His wrecked nerves got the best of him, fueled by the fact that never, ever in his life Tommy had allowed anyone to help him; not before the war and certainly not after. 

But he couldn’t be this way with Victoria, not if he wanted to make up for all the years of her life he lost. And especially not now, when with that little gesture, something as simple as showing concern for him, Tommy caught a glimpse of what his sister had always been before she decided to build up walls, just like everyone around her. War had hardened the Shelby brothers, but it didn’t have to do the same to their little ones. 

Just as Vicky straightened up, slowly as if she feared he would snap again, Tommy released a slow breath and pulled his sister into a bone crushing hug, her arms pinned to her sides as he squeezed her in the way he used to do when she was a baby. In the same way he hugged her when he took the train in 1914, and the way he hadn’t hugged her ever since. He kept her there until Vicky squirmed “Tommy you are squeezing me”

“I know”

“....Can you put me down?”

“No”

In that moment, that hug felt like an anchor to the life he once had and the man he used to be; both things now lost to the war machine. The war life had taken him, chewed him up and spat him back out as something new, something he couldn’t recognise and something that would forever be damaged in a way only those who had been chewed too could understand. But somewhere behind layers of trauma, scars, fears and anger lay a sliver of the pre-war Thomas Shelby, an miniscule sliver of a man who once believed the world could be good and kind. And that sliver belonged to Victoria for as long as she lived, so she could once more see the world through a rose tinted lens and never again had to think that she had to fend for herself. And so he could make up for all those missed hugs, cuddles and tickles.

After minutes of maintaining the hug, Tommy stood up and swung his sister over his shoulder. He suddenly had the vitality and energy he had lacked the last weeks. He marched out the room and down the hallway with Victoria over him like a sack of potatoes.

“Where are you taking me?” Inquired Victoria curiously

“To the bathroom. You are a grime ball and if Pol sees you like this, she will have both of our heads”

Victoria’s protests echoed on the walls as she tried to wiggle out of Tommy’s protective arms, laughing and squeaking as Tommy playfully dug his fingers in her ribs to tickle her.

[slaymybreathaway]

Jersey (Charlie Conway x reader)

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 833

Masterlist

I woke up to Charlie's arms wrapped around my waist, our legs were entangled and my head resting against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat.

We won last night's game and my legs are aching, Coach Orion kept me on the ice the whole game. We won 6 - 2 and the whole team was going out for Pizza to celebrate. I looked at Charlie's alarm clock and it showed 10:30.

I carefully tried to untangle myself without waking up my sleeping boyfriend. I slid out from under his grip and stood up. He started to stir and I was scared that I woke him up. He turned over and settled down.

I looked through the overnight bag that I had packed to stay In Charlie's.

Denim shorts and a red tank top with a black and white flannel to go over it.

Then I thought of a better idea, I walked over to Charlie's wardobe and opened the door. His green Duck's jersey was hanging up on a hanger. I took it down, grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom to get changed.

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Charlie's P.O.V

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I woke up at 11 and immediately noticed that y/n wasn't there. Instead, there was a note on my bedside table.

My Dearest, Charlie

I'm going to Connie's before we go for food, love you

Y/n

Is it weird that just seeing her handwriting made me blush? Ok it's probably a little weird.

I got up and brushed my teeth. I decided that I would wear my green Duck's jersey because we won.

I ruffled my hair in the mirror and opened my wardrobe. My white jersey was there but not my green one. It can't be in the wash beacause I haven't worn it in like a week. I can't ask my Mom either because she has already left for work.

"Odd, where is it?" I thought but didn't think much about it and put my white jersey on with a pair of jeans.

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Your POV

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I knocked on the door of Connie's house and her Mom answered the door.

"Oh hello y/n. How are you sweetie?" she asked and let me in.

"I'm doing great, my legs are a bit sore after last night's game but that's alright. Where is Connie?" I said.

"Oh she's up in her room dear," She said and went into the kitchen.

I ran up the stairs and could hear 'About a Girl' by Nirvana being blared from Connie's room.

I knocked on the door snd she told me to come in.

When I walked in she looked at me confused and said "Why is your j- WAIT... Turn around."

I turned around and Connie started laughing. "Look at you! Soon to be Mrs. Conway," she joked.

"haha I wish. I just stole his jersey," I giggled and sat down.

"You guys are so cute I cannot deal. So how was your sleepover? Did you..." she raised an eyebrow.

I threw a pillow at her "NO! Connie, god. We just watched a movie,"

Connie laughed "Ok, ok... Sure you did,"

I stayed in Connie's for an hour or two before heading to Tommy's Pizzaria.

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Charlie's POV

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I was walking to Tommy's with Goldberg around 2 and talking about y/n.

"Dude, you never shut up about her. I understand why though, she is hot. Let's say if you... Mysteriously break up for some unknown reason. Can I have her?" Goldberg asked, which made me laugh.

"Haahha I hope you're not planning to kill me now Goldie... And It's bold of you to assume that she would want you," I winked.

"Well yanno I am irresistible," Goldberg flexed his non-existent muscles.

We walked in and the bell rang above us. I looked around for the team and saw them with 2 big tables pulled beside each other. Everyone was there except Goldberg and I.

I saw y/n sitting down, deep in conversation with Fulton. She was wearing her green jersey but It seemed a little big on her. I looked again and realised that she was acctually wearing my jersey.

It looked great on her though. Of course it was a bit big but... right yanno. It might have been that the name Conway was plastered across her back. It showed everyone that she was with me and it made me think about how good Y/n Conway sounded.

I could feel my face getting hot. Goldberg noticed what y/n was wearing beacause he nudged me.

"Nevermind, doesn't look like she'll be leaving you anytime soon," he winked and went to sit beside Julie.

Y/n looked up and her eyes lit up when she saw me,she beckoned me over to sit on the seat next to her.

I sat down and kissed her on the cheek, and whispered in her ear" So that's where my jersey went."

[supercalime]

I know Buck wasn’t originally written as bisexual but looking back to season 2, you actually can interpret buck being attracted to eddie. He may even had a little crush on him. But Eddie being canonically straight didn’t show any romantic or sexual interest towards buck. I think if he was canonically gay and interested in buck and made any moves towards it, he could have had his bi awakening or realization back then and could have caught serious romantic feelings for Eddie. You can’t deny some parallels between his first meeting with eddie and with tommy. The unknown jealousy and the ranting about them. But because eddie is straight and never showed any sign of beeing into buck, his (maybe) feelings for eddie turned into an incredibly great friendship. That’s why I think his feelings for Tommy are very real and don’t have anything to do with Eddie. Tommy is canonically gay and reciprocated the feelings and attraction to buck. He was the one who made the first move and kissed buck. Buck was clearly interested in him and tried to get his attention. I do think that if tommy wasn’t interested in him and didn’t kiss him, buck still wouldn’t have figured out that he’s bisexual and his feelings towards him probably would’ve eventually turned into friendly feelings. I personally tend to hope for bucktommy rather than buddie but I wouldn’t be mad if buddie became canon. But I think the only way would be to make eddie demisexual, because there were really no signs that he likes men in any way other than his strong connection and chemistry with buck. Different from buck where you can retrospectively see many unintentional signs.

Oh yeah! I want to make it abundantly clear that I’m all in the bucktommy train 100%

I fell in love with them and I’m more in favor of them than the ship that shall not be named. I can’t stress it enough, I want bucktommy to be endgame. I’m a bucktommy slut.

I do believe you can look back and see clues that maybe buck was into eddie, whether that was intentional or not. I believe the writers accidentally queer coded him and when they noticed they decided to run with it when they got the green light from the network.

But as you said, he could have had an initial crush on a friend and that changed with time. And that is completely fine! It doesn’t mean he had been in love with him the whole time and repressing it. Of course there is the possibility that buck and eddie can be an item, if the writers decide to go that route.

That being said, as of now, there are no concrete evidence on screen that buck and eddie were/are going in that direction. Like you said, eddie hasn’t shown he’s into men/buck and if buck was into eddie since the beginning and vice versa, i believe the writers would have pushed that queer coding to the max she-ra style to force the network to get them together. There had been opportunities for the writers to not be that ambiguous.

And yes! The canon bi buck storyline is not about Eddie and it shouldn’t be even if buck and eddie are supposed to be endgame. All the signs since 07x03 (when Buck touched Tommy’s shoulder and we all got a little bit of the gay vibe) have pointed that Buck had been into tommy and mistook who he was placing the jealousy on during 07x04. It’s a classic trope and I hate that b*ddie stans conveniently forgot how misdirection works to feed into what they want (not only that, but also stating as fact). When 07x05 rolled around and we got the coming out scene, it’s clear to me that there was no intention to place bucks attraction to men on eddie or eddie also realizing he’s queer. It would have been the perfect opportunity to sprinkle in some queer eddie but there was not even a subtle hint of that in that entire scene and I honestly hope their friendship stays that way.

Not to be a bitch but, why can’t they “just” be friends? It’s so rare to have these archetypes of characters be as vulnerable and devoted to each other, without an ounce of toxic masculinity, being true friends and nothing else. I whole heartedly believe what buck and eddie have is even bigger than family or romance, they are each others rocks and defining them as brothers or “husbands” does a disservice to their relationship. I think of them more as platonic soulmates. They are others ride or die, which reminds me a lot of Marjan and Paul from lone star (they have a very similar dynamic and despite theoretically having the possibility of being a couple - as a straight woman and straight man - I don’t see them going that way ever because that’s not what their relationship is. They love each other, would literally die for each other but are not and will never see each other as potential romantic partners).

On a waaaaaaaaay lighter note: I’m excited for next episode. We are surely getting more bucktommy and I simply can’t wait to see what the writers have cooking up for this lovely ship!

[sweetvoicecafe]

Welcome to the Sweet Voice Cafe, a HLVRAI AU!

The cafe serves ice cream, hot drinks, and a few options of pastries! Their special includes different themed ice creams with sweet voice ingredients that give actual effects. (Calming, kindness, sleepiness, love, etc.) The decorations are loud and bright, driving away most “karens”. Sunkist is the mascot! The science team has a large apartment upstairs where they reside. It’s basically a collection of Outcodes. This is an AU where Black Mesa, aliens, and powers don’t exist. They simply exist in the Half Life video games. The government has taken notice of this establishment, but are so frightened by the unknown powers of these entities, that they don’t take action.

Information about all characters below!

Benrey (Benny)

He/It/They (He preferred) Nonbinary Omnisexual

He messed around and found out, escaping his reality for but a few minutes. The universe didn’t like that and hard reset, replacing them with an identical Benrey. He can visit his old AU, but if he ever tries to interact with someone he gets teleported out of distance. He eventually found the Sweet Voice Cafe. In his free time, he enjoys working there (it supplies sweet voice or works the cash register sometimes), playing video games, or traveling the multiverse, usually the latter.

Outfits include blues, purples, and pinks, plus sort of 80s aesthetics. Comfy clothes like hoodies and sweatshirts. It does have some casual hats, but his helmet is a comfort item.

Powers:

- Sweet Voice

- Multiverse Travel/Portals

- Glitching/Clipping

- Fast Healing/Immortality

- Flying/Floating

- Size Manipulation

Mr. Coomer

He/Him Trans Bisexual

He’s from an AU where he became self-aware way too early on and panicked. The game didn’t like that and expelled him from the universe. He floated in the void for a bit, but luckily not long enough to go crazy, less than a couple of days. He was rescued by Bubby and they ended up traveling together for a while before meeting the others and settling down. He became a co-owner of Sweet Voice Cafe, but enjoys working alongside everyone, usually greeting customers. He’s a very fun and extroverted manager, but takes harassment of his employees very seriously. A look alone can scare off the worst of customers.

Outfits include collared shirts, Hawaiian shirts, and rolled up sleeves. Likes green tones and bootleg brand logos.

Powers:

- Sweet Voice

- Advanced Biotech (extendo arms/legs, rocket launcher arm, artificial colon, etc.)

- Sometimes unable to feel pain and others times feels it to the extreme (not allowed to work with the hot items)

- Glow in the dark eyes/Night vision

- Can eat anything (he’s considered the trash disposal lol)

Bubby

He/Xim Agender Pansexual Demiromantic

Bubby’s world was dismantled very quickly by a virus, only a few minutes into gameplay. Bubby had only met Tommy for a short moment. When the world glitched out of existence, his body went into overdrive to protect him. Xe floated through the void for a long time in a coma. He finally awoke when a faceless NPC let him out. After exploring his powers, Xe traveled the multiverse alone at random for quite a while, a couple years at least. He met Coomer and they settled down in an unknown AU after about a year. He’s a co-owner of SVC, but prefers to work more behind the scenes, ordering people around in the kitchen and making hot drinks (no need to pay for machines yippee!). Although he’s strong enough to pick the AUs he goes to now, he only uses it to visit rage rooms lol. He has a couple pet Snarks named Pyro and Ember.

Fashion-wise, he would wear any type of outfit and SLAY. But his preferences include leather jackets, turtlenecks, and flowy skirts. He prefers cyan, black, red, and neon colors, especially if it has flame motifs. Xe doesn’t wear pastels unless it’s blue.

Powers:

- Ultimate Lifeform

- Pyrokinesis

- Controlled Multiversal Travel

- Turning into a car (and speaking to/controlling them)

- Translation of any language

- Telekinesis

- Pretty much any power you can think of. You have no idea what he will do next and he likes it that way.

Tommy Neapolitan

He/Him Cis Asexual Panromantic

Tommy hails from a world where he chose his last name based on ice cream, and loves smoothies instead of soda. He experienced the entire game before he was taken during his birthday party at Ben and Jerrys. (SVC) Gman, grieving from his loss, saw Tommy and embraced him, taking him with him to the next AU. With the lack of Tommy, his original world was overwritten to fix it, effectively replacing him. Gman and Tommy didn’t get along for the longest time, but now they’re on speaking terms, albeit tense. Tommy manages most of the ice cream department because of his expertise in flavors. He also does the bookkeeping.

Tommy wears mostly soft colors, usually yellow, orange, and pink coded. He prefers loose clothing, but ties it back when working with food.

Powers:

- Time powers

- Glow in the dark eyes/Night vision

- Sweet voice (better at reading than speaking it though)

- Semi-photographic memory

Gordon Martinez

He/Him Trans Bisexual

Because he hails from a “it is a game” AU, you can imagine how shocking it was when supernatural stuff happened in his OWN home, not in the VR set. To this day, he’s still unsure what exactly happened. Aliens? The government? Fairies? He doesn’t know and doesn’t care. When they started getting attacked, his first instinct was of course to protect his son. Soon enough, Bubby rescued them and brought them to SVC. He is divorced, but luckily Gordon has full custody and is just grateful his son is safe. He was more than happy to settle down, despite Joshua’s grumblings. He helps with the miscellaneous baking in the kitchen. His bestseller is his croissants! In his free time, he enjoys streaming or binge watching tv.

He’s drawn to warm colors for his outfits, usually oranges and browns. He likes sweaters or shirts with funny dad jokes. He has a couple of hoodies as well.

Powers

- Does being an absolute nerd count?

Joshua Martinez

He/Him

Joshua is 6 years old. He doesn't understand what happened, but whines to Gordon about missing his friends and why they can’t go back. He’s happy he gets a big room to himself now at least! Gordon eventually enrolled him in a nearby school. He enjoys cowboys, dinosaurs, music, and video games. His least favorite class is math. He very much enjoys the free ice cream he gets from the shop. Benrey had to be scolded for giving him too much one time asdgfhjkl.

Tshirts with logos! Doesn’t have a color preference yet, but does enjoy his cowboy hat and assorted bandanas the team keeps getting him.

Powers:

- Puppy dog eyes you cannot resist (but should learn to)

George Mantle (GMan)

He/It Agender Aroace

George lost his Tommy in a freak accident that also wiped out his entire world. He wandered the multiverse aimlessly, unfortunately not finding any AUs with a Tommy either. It met a Slick once, but noticed how differently they sounded and acted, so he didn’t pry. The first Tommy he saw was Neapolitan. He immediately hugged him, and the universe decided “oh hey, angst” and kicked them both out. It took a very long time for the two to get on good terms. It tries its best in forming a connection though. Gman focuses on keeping the establishment running and secretly watches the government to make sure they don’t do something… unwise to his friends. He wants nothing to do with multiversal travel anymore, no siree.

He wears lots of suits. They’re just the most comfortable to him. They do end up varying in color and pattern. One time Tommy got him a long sleeved shirt with a pattern of a fake suit on it and he nearly cried. (Tommy took it to mean the gift was bad, but Gman was just moved his “son” was trying to make a connection.)

Powers:

- Time manipulation

- Clipping/glitching

- Teleportation

- Invisibility

- Glowing eyes/Night vision

- Could breathe in space/underwater but has no interest in doing so.

Forzen

He/She Bigender Abrosexual

Forzen doesn’t quite remember where he came from. She just woke up here one day, I guess. He doesn’t live with the science team and only shows up every once and a while as a customer. He only orders original Rocky Road ice cream. In reality, the government asked her to keep an eye on SVC. Since this is a world where aliens and supernatural occurrences don’t exist, they’re very unsure how to handle the situation. Forzen is laid back and bored over the whole thing. She’s just happy he gets a free living space and unlimited pizza and textbooks at his disposal. The government asked what he wanted to graduate in, and he never ever elaborated.

He mostly wears baggy t-shirts and jeans, sometimes cargo pants. Dull colors or funny phrases.

Powers:

- Teleportation

- Super Speed

- Indestructibility (this greatly frightens the government, especially after he denied wanting to fight for their military)

Darnold

They/He/She Genderfluid Asexual Demiromantic

Darnold is from an unknown AU. Maybe. They either remember and don’t want to talk about it, or don’t care. She very quickly adapts to the new place and the science team welcomed him into their apartment. He very much enjoys his place in the cafe, able to experiment and mix flavors and sweet voice combinations in his lab. Tommy tried to help gather sweet voice, but he’s not good enough at it himself, and Sunkist wouldn’t listen. So Darnold has to stock up on the sporadic times Benrey returns. They enjoy flying kites and playing TF2 in their spare time.

Their favorite outfit is sweater vests and she enjoys darker warm colors, like maroon and purple. She collects various bow ties.

Powers:

- Fast Healing

- Flying

- Not much else, but can invent stuff easily from scrap metal and spare parts

Sunkist

She/He/It

No one knows where Sunkist came from because, well, she can’t speak. As he is the perfect dog, he doesn’t shed, and is allowed to freely roam the cafe, or wherever else she’d like to wander off to. As the mascot, it is well beloved by the community. It can change his form from a flat (and slightly glowing and transparent) png to a human-sized dog at will. Very quickly bonded with Tommy and became a support when he was struggling with the situation. It cares for everyone on the science team, regardless of whether it listens to their demands or not.

Sometimes wears bandanas, collars, or bows with soda motifs. No one gifted it to her, she just appears with them sometimes and they may change when you blink . . .

Powers:

- Sweet Voice

- Immortal and indestructible

- Clipping and flying

- Teleportation

- Glowing (including in 3D form, but it's by random)

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨

Parings → Merman! Tom Holland x Mermaid! Reader

Warnings → Mermaid AU, angst, fluff, nakedness

Summary → Y/n and Tom took the risk and went to the surface, turning into humans.

Masterlist / Chapter Three

The sky was still dark as you and Tom met at your usual spot, the familiar sound of the ocean waves lapping at the shore. The sun hadn’t risen yet, and the cool pre-dawn air felt electric, like something big was about to happen. You looked at Tom, his face lit up with excitement and determination, his bluish-green tail swishing lightly beneath him as he waited for you.

"You sure about this, Tommy?" You asked, your voice soft but unsure. This was new, unknown, and terrifying in a way.

Tom flashed you one of his confident smiles, the kind that made your heart skip. "I’m confident. Hey, if you don’t want to, I don’t want to force you."

You shook your head quickly. "No, you’re not. You’re not forcing me." You were here because you wanted to be with him. As always.

Tom squeezed your hand, and warmth spread through you. It was something so simple, but it meant everything. He was always like this—touchy with you, always holding your hand, hugging you, even dancing with you when the moment struck him. You loved that about him, the way he made you feel safe and close to him, even if he didn’t realize how much those touches affected you.

"Okay," he said, pulling you gently, "let’s do this."

You both swam through the calm water, sneaking away from your homes like you had countless times before, but this time it was different. Today wasn’t about watching from a distance. You were going up there—truly stepping into the human world.

You found a quiet place hidden by the rocks, near a cave-like mountain that shielded you from prying eyes. Tom was the first to pull himself up onto the rocky surface, but before he could fully haul himself out of the water, a thought hit you.

"Tom, wait," you called, stopping him mid-pull. "What about clothes? Humans have… private parts down there, and they hide them with clothes."

Tom paused, glancing down at his tail, then back at you. He thought for a moment, brow furrowed. "Oh… right." Then, in typical Tom fashion, he shrugged. "We’ll figure something out."

And with that, he hoisted himself up onto the rock and turned, offering you his hand. You hesitated for a second, the enormity of what you were about to do weighing on you. But then you looked at him, his smile, the excitement in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but follow.

You took his hand, and with his help, pulled yourself up next to him. Both of you were now out of the water, tails still wet and shimmering under the faint light of the rising sun.

"It’s going to take a little while for our tails to dry," Tom said, settling back against the rock. "Once they do, we’ll have legs."

You nodded, trying to calm your nerves. “So… what do you want to do when we finally have legs?”

Tom leaned back, hands behind his head as he gazed up at the sky. "I want to walk, run, see what it feels like to be human. Maybe we can even get close enough to that village we always watch. And maybe…" His voice trailed off.

You knew he was thinking about her. The human girl. Your heart gave a painful squeeze, but you forced a smile. “Yeah, maybe.”

The two of you talked about all the things you might do once you were human, but slowly, the conversation began to fade as the exhaustion of sneaking away so early caught up with you. Before long, Tom’s arm was around your shoulders, and you found yourself leaning against him. His warmth and closeness lulled you into a comfortable sleep.

You didn’t know how long you’d been out when you woke up to the soft glow of dawn on your face. The sun had started to rise, casting a golden hue over everything. Groggily, you blinked and shifted slightly, feeling… different.

Then it hit you.

You gasped, your eyes widening as you looked down. “Oh my gosh…” you whispered, panic and excitement flooding through you. “Tom, wake up!”

“Mhm, just a little bit longer, mum,” Tom mumbled, pulling you closer as he buried his face in your hair.

You shoved him hard, unable to contain your urgency. “Tom, wake up, you idiot! We have legs!”

That got his attention. Tom shot up, blinking rapidly as he looked down at his legs in disbelief. “Whoa.”

You watched as he wiggled his toes experimentally, a goofy grin spreading across his face. “This feels… a bit weird.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. Then you frowned, noticing something strange. "Uh, Tom? Why do you have a stick between your legs?"

Tom’s face flushed, and he glanced down in confusion before realization dawned. He shifted awkwardly. "I guess that’s just how male humans are built. I don’t know, it’s weird."

You snorted, trying to keep your eyes away from the strange sight. "Well, you're looking pretty."

Tom looked up, meeting your eyes, then his gaze trailed down, shamelessly checking you out. “You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

You glared, crossing your arms over your chest. "At least my shell bras are still on. Hey, stop looking! These are human private parts."

Tom laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "What? You were looking too!"

Rolling your eyes, you nudged him with your new foot. “Whatever. We’ve gotta find some clothes.”

Tom sat up, glancing at the shoreline. "I’ll steal some when someone goes into the water. Shouldn’t be too hard, right?"

“Okay,” you agreed, but then you hesitated, looking down at your wobbly legs. "But first, we need to learn how to walk."

Tom nodded, then tried to stand, only to wobble and fall right back onto the rock. He let out a frustrated laugh. “This is harder than it looks.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh as you struggled to your feet. "Here, let’s help each other." You reached out for his hand, and together, you both began the slow, clumsy process of learning how to balance.

With every step, every stumble, the awkwardness turned into something almost fun. You couldn’t stop laughing as Tom nearly tripped over a rock, and he grinned, holding onto you tighter as you both found your footing.

"You got this," you encouraged, your heart lighter than it had been in days.

"Yeah," Tom chuckled, gripping your hand. "We’ll figure it out. Like always."

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[wildfire-rewrite]

oooh what does Sun Firesong look like? Sickness name btw

Sun Firesong (Fireheart)

Leader of the Fall Thunderbringer Sect

Kittypet -> Apprentice -> Messenger -> Deputy -> Leader

He/him/his Cisgender kater, bisexual panromantic

Image IDs below the cut and information.

Grandparents: Crystal, Unknown Parents: Jake, Nutmeg Siblings: Princess, Henry, Tommy

Mates: Sandstorm, Grouseflight Platonic partner: Dustdapple Kits: Squirrelflight, Leafpool, Juniperpaw, Birchfall, Foxleap, Shrewbelly Grandkits: Petalblaze, Jaypatch, Hollylarch, Poppyfrost, Fernsong, Sorrelstripe, Sparkwood, Alderheart, Dandelionpelt

Mentor: Sweetberry Former Apprentice(s): Cinderberry, Whitewing, Ivystrike

So, what a guy! He's lived a very interesting life, and actually dies at the end of the Eclipse Period. He will die at the claws of Moon Tigerchaser, like his old, and first, foe passed. He is idolized heavily in the Sky Breezemoor sect and the Fall Thundebringer sect, along with the Band of Blood, post-reconstruction. Firesong took Sandstorm as a mate a bit after they both graduated. They are basically highschool sweethearts, and sickeningly affectionate immediately outside of apprentice-hood. Eventually, Dustdapple and Firesong do become platonic partners, but not for a while. Firesong develops a crush on Grouseflight once Tigerchaser is exiled. Sandstorm was the one to court Grouseflight first, and then followed Firesong. They, all three of them, officially became a polycule once the Final Battle of the Forests is over, and upon the realization that Sandstorm is pregnant. Dustdapple is only in a QPR with Grouseflight and Sun Firesong, as he is Sandstorm's cousin.

Personal Comments:

I'm very proud of how his design turned out. I was mulling it over for the past hour before I got this ask, and it pushed me to finalize it. Thank you, I needed this lol

Because he is partially Abyssinian through Jake, he is genetically a black cat. This means all his bio-kits should be torties! Very interesting, and I'm excited to play with his genetic traits that'll show through his kittens.

I basically speedran this, the art took way less than I thought it would!

Yeah, he also will have autism and social anxiety. It will affect a lot of his adjusting period into the sects and his entire growth as a character.

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[ Image ID - An image of Sun Firesong from the Wildfire Rewrite, who in canon Warriors is known as Fireheart. He is a round and plump cat with a ruddy orange pelt and a cream underbelly. He has green eyes and thick fur. He looks at the camera, giving the viewer a clear shot of his pelt. It's pattern is distinctly similar to the cat breed Abyssinian and it's pelt. End ID ]

[ Image ID - The same image as above, but with accessories. Earrings made of painted wood are pierced into his upper ear. A thick leather and woolen coat is covering his lower back, kept on by a loop of leather that holds two brown bags. Two necklaces are wound around his neck. One has two stones, one stone gray and one stone painted green, and the other necklace has a part of his old collar. On his front left paw there are two bracelets. One is a piece of scrap vine, and the other is a bead bracelet painted in a pattern of colors. End ID ]

[yourfavsasdragondescriptions]

I see you, awesome person who submitted Tommy, and I raise you: the G-Man (Half-Life or HLVRAI, either works for me) please?

I pick the Half-Life edition of G-Man. He's cooler IMO.

This entity seems as though a dragon is not its true form, but it has taken the form of a dragon because it has agreed to the terms of some unknoWn contrAct. Its scales are a navy blue color that fades to periwinKlE halfway Up its neck. Its torso has a strange Pattern thAt coNsists of a mixture of Dark blue and pure white Scales that looks startlingly siMilar to a businEss suit and tie. Its irises are inconsistent in terms of coLor, and every time you bLink, they're a compleTely different color. Its eyes are typically a sHadE of grey or green. Its tAil iS long and wHip-likE, and a diSturbingly human-like hand holding a briefcase sits at its very end.

It does not have a breath weapon, for it does not need one.

[genevawrenn]

My headcanons I use within my writing from DSMP, QSMP and beyond;

Dream SMP: -Emerald earrings are given to those blessed by the Death Goddess, which includes; c!Techno, c!Philza, c!Niki, c!Ranboo, c!Eret, c!Foolish, c!Wilbur and c!Tommy -c!Techno, c!Philza, c!Eret, c!Foolish are ageless beings who can travel across the Realms -c!Philza uses his crows to send messages across the servers and dimensions -c!Techno and c!Phil can force their will upon Wither creatures to somewhat guide their decisions, they are still rather unruly beings -c!Techno's hound army is made up of the souls of those he and Phil defeated in battle -c!Techno can summon them at any time to do his bidding -c!Techno and c!Phil can make the conscious decision to leave a realm when they feel they have accomplished enough -c!Phil wears a braid that now has seven beads around the end in my QSMP tellings; Rose pink (Techno), daffodil yellow (Wilbur), leaf green (himself), blood red (Tommy), indigo purple (Ranboo), caramel brown (Niki), ocean blue (Chayanne) and gold (Tallulah) -c! and q!Phil suffered from injuries that greatly reduced his ability to fly for long periods of time, in some of my tellings he loses one or both wings all together depending on the canon the story decides while I write it -c!Eret is also known as Themis, where c!Foolish is their Undying Totem -c!Eret is blind from the long-term exposure to Withers from when they were set to be sacrificed by a Wither Cult. The only way to prevent the diseases progression was the Death Goddess' blessing. -c!Eret is related to Herobrine, where c!Foolish is the Death Goddess' first child with DreamXD until he went off on a power trip. Then She found c!Phil and had c!Wilbur. Which means technicially, c!Foolish and c!Wilbur are stepbrothers in my pantheon. -c!Eret contracted c!Techno to assassinate c!George when he was crowned after c!Eret was dethroned. c!Techno's only exception to his anarchist demands is c!Eret because they are fair and leave him alone, threatening c!Dream to do the same post c!Eret getting their throne back -c!Wilbur can also communicate using his Mother's crows, whether that be within the same server or across dimensions -c!Techno went to comfort c!Tubbo after the fireworks execution cause c!Techno might act like an emotionless badass, but he will always have a soft spot for youth -The Death Goddess is the one who prepares souls for their next chance or ferries them off to their afterlife -Herobrine controls all limbos (I also dubbed them 'the Unknown One') -DreamXD's controls travel between dimensions primarily, the Goddess can also use this ability -c!Ranboo's earrings all have meanings; a small L’Manburg flag (a momento to the nation lost), a bee (c!Tubbo), an allium (c!Tommy), a fox (c!Fundy) and a cookie (c!Niki) all hung from silver chains beside the gold-gilded emerald -The scars of previous deaths persist on your skin in the DSMP universe, as a reminder of how you died. -c!Eret is Harpocrates in the Syndicate, there was just never an opportunity to reveal themself as such. They were sworn in shortly after c!George's assassination.

-c!Technoblade and c!Philza make a point of brushing and braiding each others hair every morning they live together.

ALRIGHT QSMP TIME; -Everyone forgot their previous lives except q!Philza, the Angel of Death, for the first few weeks of that world. Also q!Wilbur, q!Niki, q!Bbh, q!Foolish -q!Philza still closely guards the emerald earring he will always wear

[bleue-flora]

yeah the fact that tommy looks up at the elevator shows that he knew he would spawn there (something c!tommy shouldnt know) which shows he tp'ed there also I don't think c!dream would keep his base so close to that area considering all of that was staged, I think his base is somewhere and so is the revival labs and Im not giving up looking for them

[context]

I didn’t necessarily think Dream would keep like an official base there, but maybe there would be a bed or chest or something with perhaps some goodies :) he must have stored all the materials and stuff somewhere… or at least that was my hypothesis anyways but I was wrong. :(

Yes, please keep looking! [dsmp scavenger hunt] I don’t know about the lab, it’s very possible it is from a different map given how different Punz’s tower is (though as been pointed out, the top is exploded so I don’t know for sure). But I actually have a theory that since in Exile he talks about getting tridents to travel faster to visit Tommy, (because it’s such a long trip and as he tells Techno - his base is “very far from here”) so his base might be connected to an ocean so maybe on this staged duo meet up island or whatever [post].

Furthermore, after looking around, I have developed a theory that the last unknown map on the wall might be said island.

It’s the only thing that makes sense. I’ve checked other locations that would be strategic or whatever to have, like something for Wilbur, Sam’s island, the staged finale mountain, or Techno and Dream’s meet up spot and they don’t match up. Plus this map is kinda off to the side of the others and there are no buildings, meaning surely it’s gotta note like a secret base or something.

(left - brilliance & shadows turned up, right - unedited)

Additionally, after scanning some plains biome areas, I noticed that their maps have more texture and darker green speckles because of the grass and that the shade of green on maps does not have to match the shade of the biome (ex: when I made a map of the savana it was the same green as a map of the plains). Meaning this map is just a flat grassy area, the lime green makes no difference as far as I can tell (unless I guess it was a an actual lime green block but that doesn’t really make sense given how it looks, it’s likely that color simply because I have edited the photos so it’s more visible). Also, given how flat it is and the patch of stone and granite I am thinking it might be located in the windswept hills biome.

[haloberry]

Okay, I have 2 ideas, choose the one you like more:

1. Minecraft Wardens, surprisingly, are not interested in music. They do not care for music discs and will not even pay attention to a jukebox playing somewhere. Tommy is, however, only half-Warden, and though he grew up in the Ancient City and never heard music, he is immediately attracted to it when he hears it for the first time.

Meanwhile Tubbo just wanted to check out the new music disc he found next to a zombie spawner.

Or this one

2. Tommy wakes up in a new world. He has no memories of his past. There’s a weird green guy next to him. But his attention is immediately caught by another guy, a goat hybrid, in a bit of a distance.

or Tommy and Tubbo inevitably fall in love again after the server restart.

Doing Warden one bc I wanted an excuse for Tubbo to dance

Also, this got long soooo

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Long ago, in the deepest parts if the world, was a society long thought to have been annihilated.

The world saw them as beasts, and was quick to push them out of the sunlight. To the point, they adapted to thrived in the darkness and grew their homes from their bodies.

Legend says the souls of their enemies were trapped inside the bodies of the monsters themselves, and that the bigger the monster, the more souls they’ve killed.

They were called Wardens, for the very reason they protect the underground from the same people they put them there.

Though, maybe one boy can change that.

Seeing as the boy was not necessarily a true Warden, but, one all the same. He might just be the key to reconciliation with the Human Race.

And the human boy to find him was none other Tubbo Underscore.

Tubbo was an ordinary villager, one who apprenticed under the Wondering Merchant Iskall, but was a Blacksmith’s kid.

He had taken fascination with the unknown, that, if he couldn’t understand something, then he simply just doesn’t know enough.

Luckily, he was a learner.

And one day, while the Sun was high in the sky and it being too hot to stay indoors, Tubbo decided maybe a trip to the caves would do him some good.

Caves were cool. Both in their nature and their temperature, and seeing as how it was either go exploring or return back to working with the blast furnace, it’s obvious he chose the former.

At least, that was his thought process before he slipped on cobweb and was now dangling above an open zombie spawner.

With a scream, he was tugging and tugging on the webs to try and hold on, but he was too heavy for the rather featherweight silk was surely slipping.

Luckily, or rather destined, his voice was heard.

р̴̨͉̹̝̟̥̦̯͚̭͓̹͂́̚͝ͅя̶̨̛̹͙̦̝͎̦͎̐͝д̵̞͙͍̫̳̮̐́о̶̧̭͇͚̺͇͖͇̬͂̾̈́́̒͆͐͘в̷̢̼̫̟̩͚̰̝̺̮͕̟̄̚͝о̴̭̟͙̦̣̮̜͔̝̮̹͙̒̈̈́̒̃̒̿́̔́̓̚͝͠ͅй̴̧̨̪̙͎̖̱͍͙͉̖͚͕̱̬̇́́̕͝, or “Tommy”, heard him.

Now, let it be known the Warden knew it was dangerous to follow unknown voices, was taught and raised to never go near a human without the intent to kill, but give him a break he was really bored that day.

Plus, how Dangerous can humans be if their own father was one?

Before he could argue with himself, a different sound was ricocheting along the walls of the cave.

It.. was loud. Loud enough that even the sensors were whirring and wiggling next to him.

But the noise itself was something he never heard before. It was rhythmic, tranquil, yet nowhere near the sound of running water.

See, water was actually one of Tommy’s favorite sounds, just behind the soft humming of his mother’s souls, but this one?

Tommy couldn’t place it, but it was definitely speeding up the ranks.

Sadly, Tommy is not a multitasker, and by the time he finally gets out of his own head, he was already in the same vicinity as the noise maker.

And, it’s beautiful.

The noise maker, seems to be copying the rhythm of the sounds their making, in maybe a killing dance? If the remains of zombies and experience on the ground is any indicator for the carnage this human committed.

But, the most frightening thing Tommy felt at the moment was it’s bared teeth.

Did they rip apart the zombies with their teeth?¿

It was hypnotizing in the way the noise maker was making that serene calling, yet was still reeling in their features from their latest hunt.

It drew Tommy in, and before he knew it, he was standing right in plain view of them.

Tubbo wanted to scream. But the fear had stun-locked every inch of his body and there was no air left in his lungs to even whimper.

He couldn’t even run when the Warden came closer and picked him up, both shulk claws at his waist as he was twisted and turned around like he was being inspected.

The silliness from earlier all disappearing as his adrenaline came back at full forced.

He scrambled, kicking and punching trying to escape from the arms of the Warden to not avail.

He could feel the claws inch deeper on his sides, and started fighting harder because oh void, any harder and the claws could dig into his skin and disembowel him—

He was put down, gently..

The beast, which was lankier than he initially realized, was now looking entranced by the jukebox.

After escaping the webs, Tubbo had managed to light the spawner and finish off the rest of the zombies, leaving him to loot the chests.

Thats when he had found it; a rare Cat disc that he hasn’t seen since early childhood, considering his father sold theirs for more iron.

He had really cared for that disc, so finding one just sounding too good to be true.

Which, makes sense, considering he now has a Warden in front of him.

A Warden.. that picked him up like a ragdoll.. and put him back down without killing him..

A Warden.. that doesn’t look like a typical Warden, that also has the most prettiest blue-shaded Blonde hair he has ever seen…

A Warden.. that just turned towards him and shined their eyes brighter then the torch next to him..

Oh boy..

[cassiopeacollective]

The Cassiopea Collective

We are a self diagnosed polyfragmented DID system

We are Anti endos (and any non trauma "systems") and would kindly ask endos and pro endos to go argue/harass/whatever the fuck you want on @mangles-cove , as it's Mangle's blog and they are an anger holder craving to argue with people

We also make sysboxes and banners on @antiendosysboxes

Our subsystem has their own blog ( @thejavamultiverse )

Our Tommyinnit introject decided to make his own blog

( @tommys-confusion )

Our DNI, About us and other stuff is under the cut

Dni

Endos/Proendos

Pro contact paraphiles

People who claim source trauma isn't real trauma

Ableists, Homophobes, Transphobes, Aphobes, and any other queerphobes.

Fakeclaimers

Israel supporters

Nsfw blogs

Anti furries, anti therians/otherkin, anti age regression/pet regression, anti paper dragons

CG5 haters

About us

Bodily 17

(French) Canadian

Bilingual

Introject heavy, non-human heavy and queer heavy

Androack (go see the link)

Unknown amount of alters

Alternates between I/Me and We/Us

Diagnosed with ADHD, Anxiety, SPD and Dyspraxia

Not completely diagnosed with autism (not sure how to explain it)

Collectively pan, arospike, asexual and polyromantic

Like to think we're funny but we make dad jokes. (Our only funny jokes are flipping off inanimate objects and threatening each others)

Other stuff

Alter list that could/will post

THIS WILL NOT BE UPDATED ANYMORE FUCK THAT SHIT WE'RE TOO MANY

( ) or parenthesis He/Him sign off is -()

(( )) or double He/She/They sign off is -(())

((( ))) or triple He/Him sign off is -((()))

Alec or Dream He/Smile/Green sign off is -🎭🗡️

Alex any masculine pronouns sign off is -🟢🔴

Ares She/They sign off is not set

Asher He/They/She/Love/♥️ sign off is -♥️

Asmodeus He/They/Dem sign off is -🟣🟠

Bee slime They/Them sign off is -🍯😁

Branzy He/Him sign off is -🟣🗡️ (Host)

Carmilla carmine She/They sign off is -🔫

Cassidy She/They/It sign off is -🔋👻

Cedric He/She sign off is -🦊

Circus baby or Elisabeth She/It sign off is -🎪🔧

Clay He/Bear sign off is his name or -🐻

Clownpierce He/It sign off is -🃏(Host)

Cyrus He/Him sign off is -🎸👓

Eret She/Her sign off is her name

Eret #1

Eret #5

Eret #6

Erkas He/Him sign off is -🐦⚫

Ezrael He/Him sign off is -⚫⚪

Flora She/They sign off is -🌸

Fred He/It sign off is his name

Gryf He/Roar/Claw/Griffe sign off is -🦁

Icarius He/They sign off is -🗡️🩸

Jake He/Him sign off is -🐎

Jigmose He/Him sign off is -��

Kaboodle She/Her sign off is -🐰(Host)

King He/They sign off is not set

Kristina She/Her sign off is -🎮🩸

Lucien He/Duck sign off is -🦆

Marc He/They sign off is -🕶️👑

Marshall She/They sign off is -🌈

Matpat He/Him sign off is -🔍

Music man He/It/Radio sign off is -🎵

Mysticat or Mysty any pronouns sign off is -🟠🟢

Oliver cumbucket He/Fox sign off is -🦊🍷

Pancake cat or Pancat Meow/Pancake/🥞/It/They sign off is -🥞

Ranboo He/End sign off is -🖤🤍

Sam bucket He/It/Bucket sign off is -🪣

Sandy or Wilbur ask pronouns sign off is -🥀

Sherbert They/He sign off is -🟣🟡

Slime They/Goop/Sad sign off is -💧

Sun They/It sign off is -🌞

Tommyinnit He/Him sign off is -💿

Tulin He/She/They/Bird sign off is -🕊️

Urus He/She sign off is -🐉

Wolf He/They/🐾 sign off is -🐺

XXRBWATASLRB or Flabor Void/It/He sign off is -🕳️

[mechanical-marionette-system]

///booting up…

<shock> Howdy, y’all!

<shock> Welcome to the Mechanical Marionette System!

<shock> we are a multigenic system of 150+

<shock> we use the collective name Ryder, which means you can refer to us by that name no matter who is fronting.

<ghostbur> we. uh. had a host change recently for no discernible reason so. if you were close to Shock im. sorry he doesn't talk as much anymore.

<tommy> i have. even more news shock fused with me and then we had a host change again

<q> strawpage with small bios (not mobile safe)

<shock> below are listed some of our frequent fronters! We will also include links to bigger individual bios as they are completed.

//G - unknown role - he/him

//Bonezz - paranoia holder(?) - xe/xem

//Q - protector(?) - he/him

//Tommy - host - he/him

//Wilbur and Ghostbur - unknown roles - they/he

//Ranboo - unknown role - they/them

//Evbo subsystem - uuhhhhhhhh. We'll make a page that explains better at a LATER DATE!!!!1!1!!1

//Seawatt - unknown role, doesn't post much - he/him

//Chosen - unknown role - he/him

//Dark - Unknown role - he/they

//Green - has a role too lazy to find the word for it - he/him

//Romeo - unknown role - he/him

//Quiet and his 11 voices - 12 guys will explain later - he/him (mostly)

//the Princess - there's like 30 of us sorry - she/her (mostly)

//V2 - probably some kind of anger holder - she/he/they/it + any feminine sounding neos if that makes sense

//Mirage - unknown role - she/her

//Gabriel - unknown role - he/him

//Bobby - unknown role - he/him

//Nari - unknown role - he/she - has a hard to read typing quirk, we'll put plaintext under cut

<shock> we will all also sign off on our posts as well, so if you won’t remember font colors and things its all good.

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///DNI

<shock> we choose not to keep a DNI, because it really never stops anyone.

<bonezz> just know we block freely, so don’t be a bitch.

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///Fandoms

games//Splatoon, cotl, ultrakill, undertale, deltarune, cassette beasts, slay the princess

shows//murder drones, smg4, AvA, petscop, ramshackle, dsmp, ENA

bands//MCR, green day, cavetown, cg5, mother mother, Miracle Musical, Will wood

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///Userboxes and blinkies under cut

^@/plural-this-user-is

^@/roomwithavoid

^@/Bingus-Bungus (thakn you)

[dandelionprints]

Your Melancholy Calls To Mine - T.Shelby Fic Exchange

Pairing: Sender x Tommy Shelby

Summary: written as part of @raincoffeeandfandoms letter fic exchange (here)❤️

Warnings: mentions of depressive thoughts but nothing graphic

Word Count: 575 (Tommy’s response)

A/N: this is the first thing I have written in a long time and I’m very rusty so apologies in advance if it’s not the best, I hope you enjoy x

Hi Isa, I’m so sorry that it’s taken me ages to get this letter from Tommy to you! He left it on my desk a while ago for me to deliver but I’ve since had piles of work, also courtesy of Tommy, stacked on my desk, leading to a delay. Don’t worry, I haven’t peeked at what he’s written to you, although I hope it makes you smile! Love, Aimee x

@shelbydelrey’s letter

Dear Tommy,

For most of my life i lived in the dark.

The whispers of the people around me

-that i was too quiet, too shy, too dull drove me to hide there. Alone in a corner, unknown to myself, i started to believe in those harsh words and wrote them inside my bones.

That's why I didn't noticed you at first. I was too enthralled with my own isolation to pay attention to the mistery that you were and how could i even solve your puzzle when all of my own pieces were scattered on the floor?

But, in the middle of a crowd and on a particular cold night, your enchanting eyes glued on mine and lured me with

a: Your melancholy calls to mine.

I immediately recoiled, as i used to do with anything remotely good in my life, and thought that my mind was playing tricks on me. I was desperate to be seen but at the same time terrified to be perceived.

At the end it didn't mattered. The projection became desire and i melted against your touch before we became a mess of tangled limbs and stolen breaths.

That wasn't the moment where you saved me although. Our lust drive connection served to quench our souls loneliness but we barely gave each other space for anything else outside that.You saved me when i least expect it. When i was about to drown further into the abyss.

I'lI never forget the pain of being torn apart or the helplessness that took over me after I lost someone I loved. It's something that only through experience you can understand because words fail to capture the feeling. Your warm arms and silent support showed me that grief was a language you were versed on and that the same hurt dilacerated you every night. Thank you for allowing me to make a home on your pauses and for drawing stars around my skin to illuminate the darkness within. I would've gone mad otherwise.

Thank you for making me company and for saving me from myself. As you accepted me with all of my madness and with all of my scars, i accept you with all of your sins and all of your regrets.

Yours Truly, Isabella.

Tommy’s Response

Dearest Isabella,

Thank you for your letter, it’s brought a light to my day that I didn’t know I needed. It’s as gloomy as ever since you’ve been gone, the cold the same as the night we met and dark clouds loom over our heads, though the orange leaves on the trees remind me of you, their warmth shining from within. The days feel so long now without you here to make the loneliness subside, but I understand why we have to be apart.

I’m so grateful that we met that night, that you gave in to your desire and didn’t stay hidden away. I’m almost grateful for the joint misery and melancholy that brought us together, I’ve never had a connection with anyone like that before, whether that be by lust or love. I believe that our souls needed to meet in the abyss of our combined sorrow, to cling to each other in whatever way they could to fill the void that we both only knew as pain.

Even the simple things brought me so much joy, a feeling that I had long since forgotten about. The walk we took that day around the grounds, you in that deep green dress, your hair dancing along with the wind and the beautiful smile that grew on your face as you watched the autumn leaves flow to the floor. That will always be a day I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

I think that even Frances misses you, despite the amounts of tea and hot chocolate that we had her bring us that had her pacing up and down the stairs for the majority of your stay. She has since said that you brought out a kinder, almost softer side to ‘Tommy Shelby’, a side that even I’m beginning to miss.

The people that whispered things about you didn’t have a clue, they still don’t. They’re not important. Little people tell big lies to make themselves feel superior to others, trust me I’ve dealt with a lot of them. You’re none of the things they called you and you’re far from dull. You’re the sun on a cold winter's day, taking the chill from my frosty, broken heart and showering everything in your beautiful light until the pain has passed. For that I will be forever grateful.

I’m sorry if my letter is not what you expected, you write so beautifully and I fear that my thoughts are failing me, leaving the words jumbled on the pages. I just needed to let them fall onto the paper before I convinced myself not to respond, fearing judgement from you.

I know we didn’t really talk about it whilst you were here with me, how we supported each other without having to say a word, but I realise now that I never thanked you. The desperation I had inside to scream, to escape, to finally give in to the devils in my mind, they were only quietened when you were the one to do so. Only you.

You say that I accepted you with all of your madness and with all of your scars and that you accept me with all of my sins and all of my regrets. That is one of the greatest gifts you could ever give me.

I hope to see you again one day and please know that you will never be one of those regrets.

Yours truly,

Tommy Shelby

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MASTERLIST

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