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tommyspeakycap · 3 years ago

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Pleas we need a continuation of that one cute Arthur x sister reader but please make it a bit angstier by killing of the reader-

I know that sounds weird but i just need some angst rn wnd your writing style is just too perfekt

I accidentally got carried away and kinda went with tommy's grief as the central focus! hope you enjoy!!!

grief

“every time grief steals my breath, i remind myself that love was worth the pain.”

"Tommy," Arthur pokes his head into Tommy's small Heath office, "You’ll have to come out of here eventually."

Tommy wants to roll his eyes and on any normal occasion, he might have. Not today though, not this time. This time his heart aches too much, his eyes are far too dry and above all else, his heart hurts more than he has ever known. For once maybe, Tommy and Arthur are feeling something similar. Of course both men went off to fight in the trenches and both experienced extreme trauma that they've brought home with them as a result, however both felt and dealt with these things really differently.

Tommy drove himself into the ground with work as he attempted to climb a ladder that genuinely had no end point, no last step and no winners trophy so that he doesn't have to face the fact he now has no faith, no belief and an uncertain sense of where his purpose in this world lay. Arthur turned to drinking and fighting and desperately trying to void his mind of the memories of the things he's done or had to do in his past.

This time? This time is just... different.

This time, both brothers shared the exact same experience. They both watched the same tragedy unfold, playing out like the treacherous end of the most horrific movie in front of their very eyes. Like the kind of nightmare you can't wake up from no matter how terrifying.

Since Tommy had to hold the one person he loved most in the world as the life literally bled out of her body while she cried that she didn't want to die, there hadn't been a day where he would spend with anyone else. One might assume the head of the family would turn to those who loved him, those who believed in him when the rest of the world was against him, in order to somehow begin to process this scale of a loss. But to assume that would be to not know Thomas Shelby at all.

The former Sergeant Major, the man with the plan and three plans to follow if the first one didn't work - the leader - was out of ideas, drawing blanks. He couldn't find comfort in his family. One way or another, they all looked like you. The manner of Ada's speech, she taught you how to sound like the educated young lady you were. Polly's ferocious determination, John's jokes, Finn's innocence, Michael's smarts, Arthur's temper. You were in everyone, tangled throughout the existence and wrapped up in the lives of the family even though you no longer could be here tangled within their arms. You were firmly knotted into the Shelby clan, so present and yet so far away. Too far to be touched, but never far enough to not be felt.

The only place left in the world that the head of the family can feel any semblance of life is in the woods, under the tree that sheds it's orange autumn leaves around a polished marble headstone with his youngest sisters name carved into it. Kept clean, surrounded by flowers and visited every day. It's the place where he feels you most and not just because it's where you are.

Tommy used to bring you here when you were much smaller, watching Arthur throw you into piles of leaves while Ada climbed the trees in a race with John. It was probably one of the only places in the world that the Shelby family could exist together peacefully, only more so now that they had chosen it as your resting place. There, Tommy can drown out the loud bang, those cries and the last heart wrenching 'I love you' that he ever got to hear from your blood coated lips. Instead, he can hear the chirping of birds and somewhere far off in his mind; he can hear your laughter and your voice speaking through the wind, carrying warmth to the coldest parts of his heart.

Some might say he was losing his marbles, hearing his dead sister, but he knew it wasn't like that. Though, it did feel as though he was losing his mind. Not in the sense of being crazy, but in the manner that his whole world and everything he held so dear had come crumbling down at his feet again. No surprise to the Shelby man, however. That was his life, stuck on a loop of immeasurable tragedy.

Tommy barely acknowledges Arthur’s words, simply standing from his desk chair and throwing on his jacket before making his way to the door where he can push past his elder brother harshly. “Tommy where are you-”

The raven haired man cuts his wife off when he strides past her as well. “Out.” He mutters, “Don’t wait up.”

In front of the marble grey headstone, Tommy isn’t sure what he should say. He knows all the words he has in his vocabulary could never say enough to tell you how much he wishes you were here. There aren’t enough in the world to convey how much he loves you, nor enough to describe the things he would do to bring you back here to him. Thomas Shelby has lived with a weight on his shoulder for all of his life. The man has lived with agony every day of his existence. So far in that existence, he has never once felt pain like this, not felt heaviness on his shoulders so impossible to carry, nor has he ever felt it so impossible to survive, to breathe when there is no physical ailment plaguing him.

This grief feels physical. Your death is killing him from the inside out and there is nothing anyone can do about it.

"Fuck." He breathes, his word turning merely to a cloud of air against his cold winter surrounding as the only evidence any word had ever existed in such a heavy silence. "Fucking hell, (y/n). We're completely lost without you, you know that? We could've survived without me. We would be fine without me. We can't live without you? I am so fucking angry at you and you're not even fucking here to hear about it."

Tommy feels bad for swearing at your gravestone, but he feels worse about resenting you for your avoidable death. Well, suppose he doesn't resent you. He just resents that you died and he resents that you're now not here. He'll never get to see you again, feel that relief he can only feel when you were stood there in front of him cracking jokes or safe and protected right there in his arms. Tommy raised you from a child, and now he's lost you and it truly feels worse than anything he could have ever have imagined.

The man who was already poorly enough mentally before is ruined. He can't seem to catch a wink of sleep. You're in his thoughts constantly and no prayers, no thinking of you's, no sorry for your losses or sympathy cards and rooms full of flowers make anything any lighter. The flowers were actually real. Actually full of grief and people who truly will miss you. Never like Tommy does.

No one will ever miss you like Tommy does.

Because everybody loved you. From the wives of the friends he lost in the war all the way to rival politicians and frenemies he made along the way. You were one of those special ones that everybody reckoned had a scary premonition for good. You were going to do so much good in the world that it scared these bad men, but so many of them recognised you as out of bounds.

Even Alfie Solomons, who Tommy recognises has left a bouquet of flowers down by your stone. He knows it is Alfie who left those flowers because when they spoke on the phone, Alfie expressed that he was sorry for your loss. And this time he actually is sorry. He is sorry because his heart aches every time he thinks about the little Shelby girl you were when he met and the strong, powerful young woman you were when you dove in front of that bullet that was never meant for you. Alfie had nothing to do with any of the events that led to your death and if he could, he would have changed everything about that day. That's how Tommy knows who those flowers are from. They're the flowers that you gifted to Alfie as a child when you first met him with Tommy at a time when there was no one else to watch out for you and leaving you alone was not an option.

You being alone was never an option.

And now here you were. Tommy doesn't know if you're alone now. He thinks you might not be. He thinks you're probably with your mother and John. He reckons that you and your pesky older brother go around haunting the old houses of the enemies your brothers made in their lifetimes. The officers who were never in the trenches and never had to face the things that left John scarred. Tommy had this image in his head of John slamming doors in old houses and knocking vases off of window ledges to torment people while you tidy up after him like you always have done.

Tommy feels you with him here, and always. But mostly here. Here, its like you're right there in front of him if he keeps his eyes closed, he can almost hear your voice sweeping through the wind.

Or maybe he's just going completely insane, eh?

"I remember you every day, sweetheart. Everyday. Everyday I remember you and everyday I love you. But now," Tommy's voice trails off so he can clear his throat and try not to cry as he looks up to the sky coloured in every different shade of grey, just like his entire life since you left it. "Now I have to remember you for long-" He chokes up again, tears sliding down his cheeks with his jaw going slack and his lips trembling. "For longer than I got to know you."

"And I don't know how to do it, my little love I truly do not."

Thomas Shelby used to be the man with the plan who knew it all, now he feels as though there is nothing in the world that he does know.

He truly does know nothing but one single thing now.

He knows that every time grief steals his breath, he will remind himself that loving you? Well, loving you was worth the pain.

#tommy shelby x sister!reader #tommy shelby x sister reader #shelby!reader #shelby sister reader #peaky blinders imagine #shelby sister imagines

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years ago

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Hiii, could i have a request for how the gang members would react to meeting a historian or explorer in the wild?? thank you! I love your blogs sm!!

anon ily <3333 i went wayy overboard with these but i regret nothing bc this was soo cute and fun to write. I hope u enjoy and i made it gn for everyone. I only did the VDL boys for this but if enough ppl like it i might do the girls with something similar idk yet?

Dutch Van Der Linde

Dutch first laid eyes on you when you were hanging off the edge of a cliff after slipping when you got too close to the edge. He immediately ran over to you, helping you off the cliff and getting you settled back on your feet.

He seemed genuinely concerned and agreed to help you safely record the rock carving that was on the side of the cliff face, keeping you from falling.

You were a historian and had been studying these mysterious rock carvings after meeting an equally mysterious man, Francis Sinclair.

You didn’t see much of Dutch Van Der Linde after that until you ran into him again in Saint Denis in the saloon. He remembered who you were instantly and started up a conversation about your work where you chatted away for hours.

You became very close after that and he often accompanied you to Museums and fancy fundraisers that you were invited to.

He’d always get dressed up and complimented your finer outfits which was such a difference to the field gear you’d have on. You’d spend all night chatting away over nice champagne and dancing together before actually engaging with other guests but you didn’t have a care in the world with Dutch in your life.

Arthur Morgan

Arthur finds you standing in the middle of a field, flipping over rocks and staring numbly at what appeared to be a map in your hands.

When he approached you he soon learnt you were a young amateur explorer about to get your big break with a treasure hunt but you couldn’t find the gold bars for the life of you.

Arthur gave you a heart warming smile and held up a gold bar after retrieving it from his satchel having felt a little bad that he’d discovered it not a week before you.

The two of you laughed about it, calling yourself a fool for trying to find it for so long when it was clearly missing— the thought that someone took it clearly never crossed your mind.

Arthur was always a gentleman however and promised to make it up to you. After taking you to dinner and getting to know him better, you spent the next few days camping out and finding a new treasure together.

You travelled through caves and through valleys of flowers to find this treasure. Sometimes it was so beautiful that the two of you just stopped by a stream to let your horses rest and enjoy the scenery.

When you finally found the treasure you gave Arthur a big hug in excitement which caught him by surprised but he happily returned. He let you keep the treasure and wished you luck with more exploring but of course that wasn’t the last time you saw Arthur again.

Charles Smith

Charles meets you one day while you’re out surveying wildlife. You specialised in conservation, wanting to study and protect animal species.

Fresh out of the university from Saint Denis you’d been dying to get out of the confining city and explore the heartlands. That’s where a kind gentleman named Charles Smith had offered to protect you and show you around the herds of bison you’d taken to studying.

You spent days together riding the over the hills and following the herd as they travelled. While you were Charles told you all about his family and the respect and love they have for the beautiful creatures.

It was amazing the array of knowledge Charles knew about bison and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face as he told you about the characteristics of the bison. You rushed to take notes in your journal, knowing that all that he told you would help you study and protect these animals.

“Do you think it’ll actually do any good? The work you’re doing?”

“One can only hope Mr.Smith but I will do everything in my ability to protect such beautiful creatures.”

Even when you had to return to the city for study you constantly wrote to Charles, staying in touch and keeping him updated with all your work. It was hard to say goodbye to someone you’d grown close to but you made regular visits to each other long after that.

John Marston

You first found John in the saloon after a long day at work, in desperate need of a drink. Being a zoologist you instantly noticed the scars on his face and would’ve guessed a wolf was the animal that caused the damage.

The two of you instantly started up a conversation and shared all kinds of stories. He told you about being up on the mountain while you showed him the scar on your arm from your run in with a cougar.

You were collecting a compendium of all the animals across the heartlands and during the months you worked on it, you ran into John more than once.

He was always curious about your work and you often spent time together in the afternoon sun, showing him the animals you’d found so far.

“What about the stray dogs in town or do you only deal with cougars and wolves?”

“Well they’re animals too aren’t they not?”

Even though you couldn’t see John all the time, he often came along with you to see the wildlife and covered you when you were around particularly dangerous animals and you enjoyed every second you had with him.

Micah Bell

When Micah met you he had absolutely no idea what you were on about. In his mind the whole idea of a palaeontologist is ridiculous and made up, much less the fact that you chose to read books and study in your spare time.

At first he doesn’t do anything but mock your work but after running into you time and time again he finally started to come around.

He grew more and more curious when he saw the drawings in your sketch books of dinosaurs and even more so when he laid eyes on the fossils. But knowing Micah, he’s still incredibly stubborn.

“Ain’t no way that thing is real.”

“One needs an open mind to comprehend what’s prehistoric Mr.Bell. It requires a certain practice.”

Every so often on your work you’d run into Micah who’d be riding around on his horse, just passing by. By now you’d consider him a friend and your face lit up as he pulled a small ammonite fossil from his bag.

It wasn’t really your area of expertise but you could tell he wanted to impress you and seemed almost nervous as you examined the fossil. Nonetheless you could tell it was real and you let him keep the small fossil as a reminder of you until the next time you saw him.

Javier Escuella

Javier meets you when you’re down my the docks, trying to capture the sunlight and noticed him fishing.

Not wanting to disturb him you kept out of his hair until you heard him cheer loudly at a catch he managed to pull in. In your particular interest in animals, you couldn’t help but ask if you could take a photo of the fish he’d caught.

From then on the two of you became friends, often running into each other as you tried to capture landscapes and wildlife.

You’d always spend the day together and you’d show him how to use a camera while he showed you how to fish and play the guitar.

When you spent time apart you’d often write to each other to fill the gap. You’d always send pictures with little writing on the back of them while he sent you poems and songs that he wrote for you, promising to play them for you next time you’d meet.

In your personal journal you have the first picture you ever took of Javier, kept safe between the pages. He’s standing along the docks, facing the away from the water as he holds up a large sturgeon and a large smile.

You and Javier always stay in touch and after he told you of his chaotic and dangerous time in guarma he made light of it by telling you about all the different wildlife he saw while he was there.

Bill Williamson

Bill stumbles upon you in the wild by accident. He’s out scouting a lead when he ended up getting lost through the shrubbery and found you examining flowers closely.

When you told him you were a botanist he looked as if you’d just spoken a different language to him because he didn’t have a clue as to what that meant. Bill always made you laugh fondly at the confused look when you told him all the scientific names of flowers.

In Bill’s mind, a flower was a flower. There was purple flowers and blue flowers and even red ones but they didn’t have their own names.

The next time Bill ran into you he brought you what he thought was a bouquet of white flowers. Instead they were actually a species of weed that was poisonous when eaten but it didn’t stop you from smiling and hugging him which was the intended purpose.

In light of that incident Bill was actually curious about some plants, trying to learn about them more. When Bill went exploring with you he pointed out some of his favourites and you picked a few to put them in the brim of his hat for him to take him back to camp.

When you run into him again Bill tries to give you another flower, this time actually understanding the plant he’d picked was a Vanilla Flower Orchid or the Vanilla planifolia but he never learnt how to pronounce it unlike you.

With a high blush Bill placed the flower behind your ear and you pulled him into a hug, being careful not to crush the beautiful flower.

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ttuesday · 3 years ago

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my i trouble u for some soft headcannons for the VDL boys?? 🥺 🥺 ur writing is amazing and always cheers me up 💕 💕

awwwwwwww

Arthur

Arthur’s very comfortable around you so sometimes when he’s sat next to you and doodling in his journal, he’ll start to sing to himself.

If you compliment his voice, he starts blushing and stutters over his words but he’s grateful for your praise.

One of Arthur’s favourite things is when you and him are both cuddling in bed and he tells you about his day. Usually he just rambles about something while ye fall asleep but it always relaxes him and it makes him feel like a normal person and not an outlaw.

Dutch

Dutch loves dancing with you. One night when ye were both in Saint Denis after a job, Dutch heard the trumpet player preforming. He asked if you’d dance with him. The street was quiet and it was as if it was just the two of you and the music.

Dutch never understands how you could ever feel insecure or self-conscious. While you sit on his bed, Dutch kneels in front of you and listens intensely as you vent. Afterwards he holds your hand and tells you every little thing he loves about you.

When you both wake up in the morning, Dutch likes to lazily give you some kisses before getting up to face the day.

Charles

One of Charles’s favourite things to do is kiss up your body. He starts at your leg, goes up your thigh, your torso, your chest and then your neck before finally reaching your lips. As he kisses along you, he mutters compliments about how amazing you are.

If you ever fall asleep by the campfire, Charles will carefully pick you up and carry you to bed.

Charles is so goddamn protective over you. Literally all you have to do is point at someone and Charles will throw them into Flat Iron Lake and go make sure you’re ok.

Micah

Micah absolutely HATES when people go at his things… but you’re the exception to that rule. If you’re sitting down at the campfire or helping Pearson cook the stew, Micah normally comes over and puts his hat on your head.

It’s his way of ‘subtly flirting’ and he encourages you to wear his hat, telling you it suits you and that it makes you look like a real outlaw.

Micah can get emotional when he’s drunk but it’s the one time he truly tells you how much you mean to him. He knows he’s lucky to have met you and no matter what, he wants you by his side forever.

John

We all know John isn’t the best at art but he loves practising his drawing skills but sketching pictures of you. Sure, most of his drawings look like Jack’s done them but it’s the thought that counts... right?

John loves relaxing with you. In the evening, he sits down under a tree with you and watches life go by. It’s very simple but it’s comforting.

John isn’t a fan of people going at his hair but he doesn’t mind it when you run your fingers through his hair. He’s even let you put a small plait into his hair once.

Bill

Bill purposely leaves his shirts lying around in the hopes that you’ll wear them. The sight of you in his shirt makes his heart soft and another part of his body very hard.

Bill never really had the time for baths but now that he’s dating you he makes sure to schedule in times to have a bath. Of course you’ll be in the bath too.

When he’s had a few drinks, Bill usually gets tired very fast so there has been a few times where he’s fallen asleep with his head resting on your lap.

Javier

Whenever you feel sad, Javier will try everything to cheer you up. He’ll sing to you, make some jokes, give you hugs and tell you funny stories about robberies he messed up in the past.

Javier was determined to help you learn the guitar when you first joined the gang. Yeah, he was using it as a way to spend more time with you and you didn’t learn much about the guitar but Javier still sees it as being a success.

If you ever get hurt, Javier prides himself on becoming Doctor Escuella and bandaging you up. Even if you just accidentally cut your finger while playing five finger fillet, Javier will take it seriously and take good care of you.

Sean

Sean loves to play fight with you. He brags about how amazing his fighting skills are and that he could show you a thing or two to help improve your skills. But of course he always lets you win.

You don’t need a blanket when you’re dating Sean. This man will literally sleep on top of you to keep you warm. I mean, he adores cuddling so he’ll fall asleep on you anyways but he says he does it to keep you warm.

He has tried to serenade you before. Sean paid Javier a few dollars to play the guitar while he loudly sang to you but Sean had to stop when Miss Grimshaw started yelling at him for being so noisy.

Hosea

Hosea absolutely adores soft kisses, especially when you’re both around camp and he sneakily gives you a quick kiss when no one’s looking.

Hosea has learned that patience is truly a virtue so whenever you’re stress or having a bad day, he knows it’s best to wait until you’re ready to vent instead of asking you a million questions about what’s wrong.

If you ever have any problems, all you need to do is tell Hosea. He gives you a small hug and reassures you that everything will be ok. And by the next morning, Hosea has somehow worked out your problem for you.

Lenny

When you can’t sleep, Lenny goes and gets you a blanket and your favourite book. He wraps the blanket around you both and reads to you until you finally drift off.

If he goes on a job away from camp and Lenny knows he’ll be away for a few days then he makes sure to leave little notes around camp for you to find. The majority of the notes are Lenny reminding you that he loves or a inside joke only you would understand.

Every morning Lenny goes and gets you tea/ coffee (whichever one you prefer, or maybe water if you’d prefer that).

#I hope these are soft enough ;-;#I always struggle with soft HCs for some reason lol #but ily and hope these are good #you’re my fave deputy #and my fave Caleb <3333 #rdr2 #headcanons #writings #arthur morgan #micah bell #dutch van der linde #john marston #bill williamson #javier escuella #charles smith #sean macguire #lenny summers #hosea matthews

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al-hekima-madara-blog · 2 years ago

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1, 11, 24, 40(Aiko & Reiki)

💙💙💙.

1- Do you listen to music when you write?

Yes a lot ! Except when I'm proofreading otherwise I can't focus. Someone ask me the same question I went more in details that might interest you here

11- Books and/or authors who influenced you the most

Oh there is too many people but I'll say what inspired me for this fic especially

Eiji Yoshikawa who wrote a fiction about the life of famous swordman Musashi Miyamoto (who will inspired Takeshi Inoue to draw Vagabond by the way).

Miyamoto Musashi himself wrote his memoirs in the book of five rings.

Sun Zu and the Art of War.

Sei Shonagon she was a writer from the Heian court in the 10th century

Murasaki Shikibu, an other noble writer from the Heian court, she wrote the famous book The tales of Genji, and my Genji Hikaru is a direct hommage to hers. In her book, the prince is a poet running for honour and ladies and mine is like the dark version : "Naahh I don't want to do poetry...I wanna fight Madara Uchiha and conquer the world."

Ibn Khaldun a 14th century historian and philosopher, who wrote a universal history book called Muqaddimah. There is theories about civilisations cycles, sociology and economy.

G.R.R. Martin for his way to always surprise and trick the readers. I love how he built his plots.

Michel of Greece who is an actual European prince and an author, he wrote a lot of fictions based on historical figures. My favourite is Louis XIV, the other side of the sun a fiction about the life of the King of France who took back his power after having beeing traumatized by a nobles rebellion in his youth.

The clan of the Otori from Lian Hearn.

J.K. Rowling for the whole Harry Potter saga. I love her world building it's not too big like GRR martin, it's the right size.

Victor Hugo for Les Miserables and his poetry.

Talking about poetry hard to not mention, Arthur Rimbaud, Baudelaire, John Keats and Rumi. I'm obsessed by them.

Not a book in particular but the real japanese warring state era (from 1467 to 1615 BC) is a source of inspiration with his most famous figures : Oda Nobunaga, Ieyasu Tokugawa, Hideyoshi Toyotomi

24- Favourite genre to write and read

Without a surprise I like historical stories, with large world building intrigues and conspiracy. It's just an excuse for me to talk about everything at once lol : society, politics, psychology, war, love, family issue you name it... In future I'd like to write a romance, it's a bit a challenge because I don't think I'm really good at it. But I love true romance, not teenage love where there is nothing to loose. but when two characters have to deal a relationship which challenge their values and involve the world around them.

And a tend to read less fiction nowadays because I watch tv shows instead. But now I read more things who will teach me something like essay on philosophy and sociology and spirituality.

40- Share some backstory for one of your characters

Ok I need to be careful not to spoil my future chapters...😋

Aiko

I'll take this opportunity to clarify who she is since I talked with some of my readers and there was some ambiguity (I'll rewrite it later when the book is finished) . She's not blood-related to Madara or Izuna. She has her own family. Madara's mother were her wet nurse and she breastfed both Izuna and Aiko in the same time. Both families were very close to the point Aiko can come inside Tajima's house without knocking the door. She was very loved by Madara's mother. In a way she was the daughter she never had. For Madara she was like a little sister.

Reiki

The idea for this character came one day while I was scrolling instagram and I saw this video :

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At the time I knew I wanted an OC who won't be a kunoichi to force Madara out of his comfort zone. But I have no idea of who? how? where? when? Then I see this mysterious girl dancing on a beach with so much grace and confidence, and yet we can't see her face... I knew that was this energy I was looking for. And then her backstory slowly flourish from there. For now (chapter 6) you don't know enough about her, but later it will make sense to you all.

thank you for your questions !

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ghouligancentral · 2 years ago

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The Job

Aether Morgan X fem!Reader

Part 7 of The Bandit (link to Masterlist)

Summary- The time for the job has finally arrived.

Chapter rating- Mature (no smut)

A hazy mist covers the darkening landscape as you open your eyes. You have no idea where Sean has gone off to and Arthur is still asleep beside you. The others must be getting there soon, so you stand to dust yourself off in an attempt to look as presentable as possible. After whistling for June, you stroll over to begin prepping your saddle. Upon turning around, you find not only has June responded to your whistle but so has Boadicea.

“Hello you two,” you smile as you give both horses a gentle pat. You jump upon hearing a light chuckling coming from somewhere behind you but settle quickly when you realize whose voice it belongs to.

“She don’t do that often.”

“I thought you was still sleepin’,” you reply, still giving your full attention to the horses.

“ and miss out on getting you alone for a moment.”

Your smile widens as you feel two strong arms wrap themselves around your body. Arthur hums happily as he rests his chin on your head and watches you interact with his prized mare. My two favorite ladies , Arthur thinks to himself. The two of you remain like this until the sound of a wagon rattling down the road off in the distance catches your attention.

“Arthur.”

“Mhhh.”

“The others are gonna be here soon. You gotta let go of me so I can saddle up the horses,” you gently say as you try to untangle yourself from his arms. With a sigh Arthur relents and lets go of you. You start with your own saddle before quickly moving to do the same with Arthur’s.

“You ain’t got to do that, I got it,” Arthur utters as he moves to try and take the saddle away from you. But before he has a chance to get his hands on the seat, you set it on Boadicea’s back.

“I got this, you go find Sean and make sure he’s ready. I’d really hate for him to miss this,” you smirk before returning to the task at hand.

“Yes ma’am,” Arthur replies with a tip of his hat as he sets off in search of the rogue Irishman.

Arthur finds Sean shooting at some bottles off in the woods.

“Yet terrible at that,” Arthur chuckles as he leans up against a tree, watching the younger man miss yet another shot.

“What’s it to you?” Sean sneers back, he really isn’t in the mood for Arthur’s critiques.

“Cause I don’t want to get shot!”

“Yer real fuckin’ funny, aren’t ya?” Sean jabs before taking another shot at the bottles.

“What’s gotten into you boy?” Arthur asks as the smile on his face forms into a scowl. He can tell there is something more than just playful teasing behind Sean’s words.

“Nothin’ I’m always like this, aren’t I?” Sean snaps.

“Yer always an asshole but not like this,” Arthur retorts as he draws his pistol and shoots one of the bottles. This action just makes Sean even more angry.

“You better sleep with yer eyes open Arthur Morgan,” Sean huffs, “ or at least get Clara to, seein’ as she spends every night in bed with you.”

“Hey! Don’t bring her into this!”

“Why not? You're scared that she’ll get a good look a ya and come running to someone younger,” Sean seers.

“Wait? Are you… are you jealous of me?” Arthur asks, a little taken back at the idea. The look in Sean’s eyes tells him all he needs to know.

“No,” Sean quickly snaps back,” … maybe.”

Sean huffs and turns his back to Arthur, taking one last shot at the bottles and finally hitting one.

“Listen, Sean-“

“What are you doin’ here kid?” a voice interrupts Arthur.

“I’m comin’ with ya!” Sean chirps.

“I said you wasn’t comin’” John replies with a scowl.

“Well Artur said I could, and he’s in charge,” Sean retorts. John cocks an eyebrow at Arthur who just gives a defeated shrug in reply.

“So who’s this gun Hosea told us you were bringin’?” Charles questions as he approaches the rest of the men.

“Huh?” John is even more displeased at this point, Hosea hadn’t told him anything about another person joining the job. Great, now I have to watch out for another person, John thinks to himself.

“That would be me,” you utter as you approach with the horses in tow. John’s eyes widen in disbelief. Oh here we go.

“Everyone, this here is Miss Winters. The finest shot a man could hope for,” Sean introduces you with a smile. The big guy moves forward to offer you his hand.

“I’m Charles. It’s a pleasure to meet ya, miss Winters,” Charles greets, offering you a friendly smile.

“Nice to meet you. You can call me Clara,” you respond as you shake the man’s hand. John makes no move to greet you. The disbelief on his face has turned into a scowl. Sean notices the frown on John’s face and steps closer to you.

“That’s John Marston,” Sean explains before dropping his voice to a whisper, “ he’s not the friendliest sort.”

“Clara,” John scoffs as he turns his back and storms back over to the wagon. Arthur furrows his brow in response to John’s cold attitude. He thought John would be happy to see an old friend. However, you had conveniently forgotten to tell Arthur how things had been left off between the two of you.

________________ years earlier_______________

The sun shines down on the two of you as you lay sprawled out in the field. The sweet scent of wildflowers fill your lungs as you take a deep breath. However, the joy that you should be feeling in this moment is clouded by something else. I have to tell him . You have been dreading this day for a week, ever since your father told you that you both were leaving the gang. You know you should have told him earlier, but this was your last chance. You are leaving tomorrow.

“John,” you utter as you watch him stirl slightly in the grass beside you, “John, are you awake?”

“Am now,” John mumbles sleepily as he lifts the brim of his hat up off of his eyes.

“I need to tell you something,” you continue, feeling the anxiety building within you.

“What a coincidence, I’ve been meaning to ask you somethin’ myself,” John voices as he reaches up to pull you down next to him.

“John, stop. This is serious,” you giggle a little as he wrestles you into a spooning position.

“I am bein’ serious,'' John teases as he finally manages to pin you down, “ but, seriously, I know these past couple weeks have been rough on you. Ya know, with your ma dyin’ and yer dad startin’ to get drunk every night and Dutch hoverin’ over ya–”

“Does this have any point other than reminding me of how terrible my life is at the moment?”

“I’m gettin’ there. Hold yer horses,” John props himself up on his elbow and looks down at you, “my point is we should run away together.”

“What?!” You quickly sit up and turn to look at him, half expecting to see a teasing grin on his face, but all you see is honesty.

“I mean it. Let’s just get out of here. You and me, we could start our own gang. Wouldn’t have anyone telling us what to do, we could just live, ya know.”

John watches as you just stare at him incredulously “We’re too young. We’re still kids.”

“Yeh, I guess you’re right. Well the whole point to this is that I want you to know that I’ll always be there for ya,” John smiles.

“Oh look at that,” John says as he points out to the camp at the base of the hill, “ look’s like someone is packing up for a long job. Wonder who it is.”

That sick feeling in the pit of your stomach makes itself known once again.

“That’s for me and my dad,” you utter, turning your face away from his so he couldn’t see the tears welling up in your eyes, “we’re leaving.”

“What do you mean ‘leave'? Like going on a job leaving or ….?” John’s words trail off when the reality of your words hit him.

“My father is leaving the gang and takin’ me with him.”

“He can’t do that! He can’t just force you to go with him. Maybe we can talk to Dutch or Hosea about you staying here. I bet Grimshaw would take care of you, I mean–” John rambles, trying to think of any way you wouldn’t have to go.

“John,” you say as you find the courage to look in his eyes, “ I.. I want to go.”

“You want to go? You actually want to leave the gang? But why?” John looks at you with hurt in his eyes.

“Like you said before my life here is pretty bad, I want to get a fresh start, maybe even try goin’ to school and doing some honest work–”

“Oh so when were you planning on tell me?” John questions as he feels anger bubbling up inside him, “or were you even planning on telling me?”

John stands up and begins storming across the field away from you. He is not entirely sure where he is going.

“John! John wait” you yell out, tears welling up in your eyes. John ignores your pleas and keeps marching across the field.

“Leave me alone!” John yells, keeping his back turned to you.

“John, just let me–” you call as you chase after him. John suddenly stops and turns back to face you, fire in his eyes.

“Let you-what? What can you possibly say that will change any of this?!” John growls as he watches you stumble to catch up to him.

“I..I’m sorry, John.”

“Sorry? You’re sorry?” John questions.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” You utter through broken sobs. The sight tears at his heart. He can hardly stand to watch the girl he is in love with cry like this, but he’s too hurt at the moment for it to make a difference.

“Well you know what! I’m sorry too! I’m sorry I ever let myself fall in love with you,” John barks as he turns to storm off once more.

That was the last time you had ever seen John until today, and by the looks of it he was still not over it.

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The five of you now begin to gather up the last of your things before heading out.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Arthur asks as he mounts Boadicea. The rest of you give a collective ‘yes’. John and Charles climb back onto the wagon while you and Sean mount your horses. By the time you reach the tracks, the sun has fully set. John pulls the wagon up so that it sits on the tracks blocking the train’s path. You dismount June before grabbing your rifle and bandana from your pack. After sending her off in the direction of the woods, You tie the bandana around your face as you watch John, Charles, and Sean all standing together checking their ammo and chattin. Arthur waves you over to him.

“Come ‘ere and help me unhook these horses,” Arthur calls. You walk over and begin unbuckling the leather straps of the harness that connect the horses to the carriage.

“So John seems a little–”

Arthur pauses, searching for the right word.

“Pissed? Yeh I picked up on that,” you utter as you continue your work, “ we didn’t exactly part ways on a good note.”

Arthur nods in understanding before finishing with his side of the harness. He smacks both horses on the rear to get them heading off towards the woods before stepping over the harness to get to you.

“You be careful, alright.” Arthur murmurs as he lifts your chin so that you are looking in his eyes. He leans down so that his forehead rests against yours.

“You too,” you reply with a small smile. The two of you separate and you make your way off of the tracks over to where Sean stands.

“Charles, Sean and I will make our way through the train while John and Clara serve as our lookouts,” Arthur announces as he ties the black bandana around his face. John throws you a nasty look.

“Why can’t I go through the train and you be the lookout? Or Sean? Or Charles?” John questions, stepping up to face Arthur.

“Because,” Arthur grunts, as he bends down to retrieve his rifle, “ I have to babysit Sean-”

“Fuck ya Arthur!” Sean calls from beside you, even in the dim light you can see a grin on his face. Arthur just rolls his eyes and continues with his explanation.

“And Charles, well Charles is more intimidating than you.”

“Fine,” John grunts as he turns around, but before he can go anywhere, Arthur tugs him back by the collar of his jacket.

“If you let anything happen to her just because of some shit that happened years ago, I swear to God I will have no issue putting a bullet in your head. Do you understand?” Arthur threatens, just loud enough for only John to hear.

“Why do you care what happens to her—”

Arthur casts his stare downwards at the ground to avoid eye contact.

“Yer.. yer in love with her aren’t ya?” John questions as Arthur meets his gaze once more, “I made that mistake before.”

Arthur squeezes John’s collar a little tighter as a warning. The sound of a train whistle causes them both to break eye contact for a moment before resuming.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll keep an eye on her. For your sake. But don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” John mutters as Arthur lets go of his collar.

“Remember these are innocent folks, if we do this right no one has to die,” John explains to the three of you.

“When she slows, board her,” Arth calls from his position on the track.

“Any you?” Sean asks.

“I’m making sure it stops,” Arthur grins as he pulls the bandana up over his face.

You watch from your position in the woods as the train’s light floods into the trees, quickly stepping back behind a large oak as to not be seen. As the train begins to slow, you follow behind Charles with Sean and John trailing close behind. The train comes to a stop four or so feet in front of the wagon. A rather confused looking engineer hops down. That was his first mistake.

“What’s going on here?” the engineer yells out, only to be knocked out by Charles. The five of you boarded the train, with Arthur, Sean and Charles beginning to make their way through the passenger cars and you and John climbing up on top of the third train car to serve as lookouts.

The both of you kneel down and begin scanning the surrounding area. The only sounds that can be heard are the chirps of crickets and howl of a pack of coyotes off in the distance.

“So how’d ya get that nice scar of yours?” You question, trying to break the awkwardness between the two of you.

“Wolves,” John replies shortly.

“Wolves?! Marston, you know you can’t just go tellin’ me wolves ripped off half your face without goin’ into more detail.”

“Not much to tell.”

“Marston, you tell me right now.”

John smiles slightly under his bandana. This was the Clara he remembered from his youth. Headstrong, curious, and stubborn as an ox.

“The gang was out west, up in Colter, during a snowstorm I got lost and they attacked me. Not much more to it than that,” John utters, allowing himself to relax a little.

“First you escape from hangin’ then you escape from wolves. You’ve gotta be both the luckiest and unluckiest son of a bitch I’ve ever met,” you chuckle. You can tell John is now more open to talking to you, so you decide to push a little further.

“Listen John, I’m sorry about how we left things,” you utter as you turn to look at him. The statement catches Him off guard, he really wasn’t expecting you to remember or care.

“You really want to talk about this now?” John mumbles as he cocks his eyebrow at you.

“Yes, I can tell you are still hurt.”

John grunts at your comment and goes back to scanning the area.

“Just because it’s been 10 years, doesn’t mean that I don’t still care for you. After all you are still my friend,” you state while looking up at John. John can’t help but take a glance at you out of the corner of his eyes. The way your eyes watch him makes his heart flutter a little, just like when he saw you all those years ago. John gives a small nod, letting you know that he understands.

“You certainly have an awful taste in men,” John smirks, his teasing nature showing once more.

“And what do you mean by that?”

“Outlaws. Not exactly the best choice of partner, don’t cha think? First me and now Arthur.”

“Arthur told you?” You question in surprise, you didn’t really peg Arthur as one to go around boasting about his personal affairs.

“No, not exactly, but I could see it in his eyes,” John explains, there is something akin to sadness in his voice. During a lull in the conversation, you can hear Arthur shouting at one of the passengers in the car below.

“So ya got someone waiting for ya back at camp?” You ask, trying to start the conversation back up.

“Yes, Abigale,” John mutters. You relax , feeling a little better that he was able to move on and find another woman to take care of him.

“and I got a son, Jack.”

Your eyes widen at this knowledge.

“A kid? You? John ‘I’d rather drown myself in the lake than have a child’ Marston, have a kid?”

“Didn’t mean to,” John grunts, feeling a little embarrassed about the whole situation. Oh, shit.

“Do you like it? Having a kid I mean,” You ask, trying to ease the tension.

“Kinda. But I am shit at it,” John chuckles.

“You’ll figure it out John, yer a good man.”

The sound of a twig snapping draws both of your attention.

“Hey, what was that?” John whispers as you both look in the direction of the sound. You are barely able to make out a couple of glowing lights, which seem to be getting closer.

Shit.

“We gotta get out of here!” John calls out to the others. Sean pokes his head out of one of the cars as you and John are climbing down from the carriage roof.

“How many of them are there?” Arthur asks as he nears Sean’s position.

“I just see a pair of ‘em” Sean replies.

“In that case, we’re fightin’. You three get ready,” Arthur whispers across the car. You duck behind a large crate to prepare yourself.

“Come down off that train now,” one of the lawmen shouts. “I said come out now!”

“There’s only two of ya!” Arthur calls out before proceeding to insult the men.

“Uhh Arthur, there’s a few more of them showing up,” Sean comments. You peek over the crate to see at least five more riding closer.

“Me and my big mouth,” Arthur mumblesunder his breath. With that the shooting begins. Bullets fly past as you try to pick off the men aiming for you. You watch as three of the men are shot off their horses before a bullet grazes your cheek. looking up, you see the man who had taken the shot, and if you had to guess, you’d say he almost looked smug about it. He returns his aim to you. That’s it, he asked for this.

You stand up and take the shot, nailing the man in the forehead. The cry of another man can be heard as he falls off his horse. Two remain shooting at you while one falls back and rides off into the woods. Mostlikely to return with help.

“Let’s get outta ‘ere!” Arthur calls as the bullets keep whizzing by.

You whistle for June, who promptly comes running out of the woods. You jump off the train and onto her back before riding off at a breakneck speed. Shots continue to ring out. You place your rifle securely on your lap before turning to look back to see if the others have followed, and they have, but so has the law. You draw one of the pistols out of your gun belt and aim it at one of the pursuing men and you pull the trigger. A grunt escapes the man; the bullet flies through his shoulder, knocking him off his horse.

“This way,” Arthur calls out to you and Sean, motioning for you to follow him into the woods. The sounds of the law men fade as you make your way through the trees. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Charles and John riding just a little ways off.

After about two miles, Arthur feels that you have successfully evaded the law. He signals for the five of you to stop.

“Woah! That was fun! Real fun boys!” Sean exclaims as he comes to a stop, riding the high of adrenaline. Arthur reaches into his bag and pulls out two wads of cash. He tosses one to Sean and the other to you.

“Shut up.”

“We made some money! What did I get? There’s gotta be at least a hundred dollars here,” Sean continues as a smile spreads across his face.

“You weren’t even invited,” Arthur grumbles.

“Was that a set up? The law turned up real fast,” John asks as he looks from Arthur to you.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so,” Arthur huffs,”but I’m startin’ to get nervous.”

“Think they followed us from Blackwater?” Charles questions.

“Maybe. But I think this lot was just locals,” Arthur grunts,” either way we should all go it alone back to Horseshoe. Clara, you’re comin’ with me.”

You give a nod in agreement.

“Alright, you know the deal. Don’t be followed,” Arthur continues as he rides up next to you .

“Oh course not boss,” Sean calls as he rides off. Charles gives the two of you a nod before setting off in a different direction.

“It was good seein’ you again,” John utters as he too begins to ride off.

Once you and Arthur are left alone, the both of you start off down the dirt path. Arthur turns to you and begins to speak.

“I see you and John made up,” Arthur comments as his eyes search your face for a reaction.

“Yes. It was nice seein’ him again.”

“Yer hurt.”

Arthur reached out his hand to gently rub his gloved thumb over the graze on your cheek. You hiss a little at the feeling.

“It’s nothin’. We can deal with it later. Right now, I just wanna get outta here. Don’t want any law showin’ up.”

With that you and Arthur continue with your ride to Horseshoe. Arthur explains that this way will take you an extra day. You feel relieved that you were able to start patching things up with John. Now you just have to face Dutch.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #john marston #sean macguire #charles smith

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zodiyack · 4 years ago

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Who’s Watching

Requested by @cai-neki: May i ask a request; Youngest Shelby!reader one an angsty again, where someone's haunting the reader (she couldn't grasp if it's a past memory or person) ending up into various looks from her brothers thinking she may have a trauma but it turns out there is really someone following her around. Kinda long and messsy but yeah.

Pairing: Shelby & Gray Family + Shelby!Female!Reader

Warnings: Stalkers, swearing, my horrible reference in the title, angst

Words: 1,642

Summary: (See Request)

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @cai-neki, @simonsbluee, @marquelapage, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @thewarriorprincessxo

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Her chest heaved with uneven breaths as she slammed the front door shut behind her, back pressed against it. Her brothers walked in to see what the noise was about, surprised to see their sister’s disheveled body blocking the door.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Arthur exclaimed first. He eyed her with wide curious eyes, not all that sure whether he should be mad at her or getting revenge for her.

“S- some- someone-” She couldn’t form a full word with how heavy she was breathing, gasping for air as she rested her hands on her knees.

“Someone what? Did they follow you?” Tommy moved to the windows, looking around before drawing the blinds. “Are you alright?”

“W-wat-wah-”

“Water. Get her some water, Finn!” Arthur yelled before turning back to his sister. “Nod or shake your head. Are you alright?”

She shrugged.

“Do you need help?”

Again, she shrugged.

“Did they want to kill you?”

She shrugged once again, this time taking the water as Finn passed the glass to her.

“Can you stop fucking shrugging?”

A few gulps of water later, the cold liquid soothing her dry throat, she spoke up. Her breathing was still off, but she was recovering. “Someone was following me. I don’t know if they’re trying to kill me or if they followed me home, I just know that I did the thing you taught me-”

“What thing?” Finn furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Tommy. He told me that if I got a bad feeling about someone walking in the same direction as me, to turn a couple times, walk in directions off-route. This person followed me even then. As soon as I realized that, I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t even take the time to look back.”

“Good girl.” Every head in the room turned to Pol, who leaned against the door-frame of the family room. She slowly walked forward, moving her niece aside to look around outside the door before shutting it and locking it. Tommy gave her a questioning glance, to which she replied, “all clear at the front door.”

“Alright. Finn, go check the back, Arthur, can you patrol the house? If one of the doors were unlocked, they could have gotten in while we were talking.”

“Yep.”

The three waited in the main room for over an hour. Tommy and Polly took turns comforting Y/n as they waited for the boys to return. When Finn and Arthur did indeed return, Tommy was suddenly more doubtful than Y/n expected. Finn confirmed that all the doors were locked, Arthur reporting no one but themselves in the home.

Thomas turned toward his sister. “Are you sure someone was following you? Did you forget a turn and assume they were?”

“What?” Y/n’s face morphed into an expression of disbelief, hurt that her brother would question her. She was horrified, looking as if she’d seen a ghost, when she ran inside. The entire time she was running, her body felt uneasy, like she would faint had she stopped for even a second. It felt like her stomach had dropped.

“Are you one-hundred percent serious?”

“Yes- well- I-” It was ironic. She’d looked like she’d seen a ghost and for a split second, she thought it was a ghost. Had she been hallucinating? No, the chase felt too real. Whether it be a person or something from long ago, she knew it was after her. “I don’t know if they were human but-”

“You don’t know if they were human?” Arthur cackled. “Tommy, she thinks a mummy ran after her!”

“I never said that!”

“Was it a werewolf? Was he going to eat you? Gobble you up?” Arthur continued to poke fun. Only Thomas, Polly, and Y/n remained straight-faced. Polly noticed Y/n tearing up, the genuine hurt in her eyes saying that whatever it was, she was still terrified for her life.

“Arthur. Stop.” Although he continued to chortle, Finn’s laughter faded as he made eye-contact with his aunt. “Arthur.”

Finn nudged Arthur harshly. He stopped laughing and turned to Pol. “Yeah?”

“Stop teasing your sister right this damn moment or I’ll find whatever was chasing her and let it have you instead. She was beyond terrified. Look at her!” Polly snapped. “Can’t you see she thought she was literally going to die?!”

As the arguing went on, Y/n sighed and headed to her room. Her aunt was a great save, but that didn’t mean she believed her either. Only defending her due to catching how mortified she was. The embarrassment gifted to herself by a simple overthinking thought. ‘What if I was only imagining things...’ her brothers made her second guess herself.

The night went on, lights turning off, Shelbys and Grays lying in their beds, until everyone in the home was fast asleep. The windows and doors were locked, blinds drawn, and home quiet. The creaking of the wood, however, was new. It sounded like someone was stirring, but no one was awake to hear it.

Screaming awoke the members of the Shelby home. John had just returned, Ada as well, and had a head start to their sister’s room. She had sat up so quick it felt like she should’ve gotten whiplash. When the other four got to Y/n’s room, Ada was sitting on the bed beside Y/n, holding her close to her, and John was sitting on the edge of the bed, shooting her a sympathetic look.

“Did you see them again?” Finn inquired. Arthur slapped him up the back of the head, earning a glare from his little brother. “I’m being serious!” He whisper yelled at Arthur, only to be ignored.

“See who?” Ada looked at her family with widened eyes of confusion. She turned to her sister then back to her brothers and aunt. “What happened?”

“Ada. I’ll um...tell you in the study, okay?” Polly mumbled softly. Ada nodded and rose from the bed, hugging Y/n reassuringly before walking to her aunt. Both women stopped in their tracks as Y/n’s voice sounded again.

“I had a nightmare. The same person. They were in...here. My room. They opened my door and began to walk over to my bed. I couldn’t move. I was terrified. I thought it was all over, but another door opened and the person ran away. I screamed when I could, but for some reason, it was delayed.” She didn’t even take a break to breath or rethink details. It was like she was reliving it even at that very moment.

Tommy looked concerned. He whispered something to Pol before gathering his brothers and the other two females. They left the room, Tommy closing the door behind him, and left Y/n by herself to meet in the study.

“She’s got some kinda flashbacks or something like that.” Finn commented.

“We went to war, she...well, whatever happened, it wasn’t as bad as war. I doubt it’s some kind of thing she’d seen. Perhaps it’s her imagination again.” Arthur grunted in response.

The three older brothers had dealt with PTSD before, the effects similar to Y/n’s awakening, but Arthur didn’t believe she was hurt. He couldn’t bring himself to believe it. The man wanted his little sister to be safe, and knowing he couldn’t keep her so would hurt him more than the war did.

“I say it’s a trauma.”

“What kind?” Ada was quick to question Thomas, as per usual. “Injury related or event caused?”

“Either. If she hit her head, perhaps walked into something on the way home, or if she saw something she didn’t want to see...”

Unbeknownst to the family in the study, Y/n was on the other side of the doors. She pushed them open with a furry. “I’m not traumatized. Nothing that happened is from my imagination or some injury! This person is real and no matter what you do or say, they won’t stop.” She stormed out just as quickly as she stormed in, leaving her family to dwell in her warning.

She hadn’t left the home all day. It concerned the family, but they understood. No one had spoken a word to her since she’d made her point. When it was time to sleep again, Ada and Pol were the only ones to bid her goodnight, the boys cowardly, even more so when it came to admitting it.

The creaking occurred again. Y/n was awake this time, wide awake. The dream felt just as real as her escape had. Last night, she’d fallen asleep, given the person an advantage. Not tonight, she swore, not tonight.

Footsteps grew louder as they neared her door, the small squeak of the door opening causing Y/n to clench her eyes shut. Cold air followed the stranger; Y/n thought to herself, the person must have opened a window...but they were all locked, were they not?

She couldn’t be certain.

They stood over her bed, hesitating for whatever reason. Y/n had her own advantage this time. She wasn’t in sleep paralysis, she wasn’t incapable of showing the stalker what Shelbys learn since birth. Right as they reached for her, the mirror next to the wall by her bed positioned so she could see them, she slid under their squatted legs and darted out her bedroom door.

Behind her was not her concern as she ran for a specific room. Their footsteps thundered loudly, yet not loud enough to wake the rest of the family. Hot on her trail, they aggressively swung for her, but her distance was just far enough that they couldn’t reach her fully.

Reaching the room, she grabbed the first gun in sight, turning and firing. A few seconds later, steps padded throughout the house and stopped at the door. There they saw their little sister with a gun, standing over the person who’d been stalking her, wounded but not dead.

“Told you.”

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phantom-of-the-501st · 3 years ago

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Random thought dump on Arthur (ft. Dutch and Hosea's parenting):

From the beginning it is clear that Dutch and Hosea have played a large part in Arthur's personality. Obviously, they both raised him, so it's to be expected. But there's a large difference in how their "parenting" has altered Arthur's mentality.

Towards the end, Arthur begins looking at Dutch's plans more realistically. He has always shown scepticism every now and then, but most of the time took Dutch's word and would follow him. But in later chapters he does begin to point out the flaws and starts to weigh the pros and cons of each plan. Is it possible? What's the risk of injury or worse? And ultimately, is the outcome worth it? I believe that a lot of this has come from Hosea. Even Dutch says that he sounds like Hosea and I think that while he always had this thought process within him internally, he never really leant into it because Hosea was always the one there to express them verbally. He had subconsciously picked up Hosea's reasoning but hadn't seen any need for it up until this point (or just chose to ignore it). He never wanted to be the one to criticise Dutch if he didn't have to.

And I think a lot of that is down to Dutch's parenting (or lack thereof). Yes, he taught Arthur to read/write, but he treats Arthur more like an object than Hosea ever did. Arthur is praised by Dutch for the outcome of his missions. If Arthur successfully collects money for the camp, then that's when he gets Dutch's praise. And I'm sure this was the case when Arthur was younger as well. But Arthur begins to base his own value on how much he contributes to the camp (I can picture a young Arthur feeling dejected because Dutch has criticised him for a mission that wasn't a "success"). Hosea was always one to tell him to look after himself, but Dutch would only tell him to treat himself if he did something well. And that's part of why Arthur's self-esteem is so low.

Let's be real, Arthur's self-esteem is through the FLOOR. The bar is so low you can't even limbo under it. And it's because Dutch's "parenting" has caused Arthur to base his worth on contributions alone. And Arthur is so critical of himself over whether or not he pleased DUTCH. Not himself. He has no pride for himself. He just wants recognition from a guy who saved him, even if the man doesn't appreciate him for who he actually is.

But it can't all be attributed to Dutch. Some of it's just down to Arthur's lifestyle. He's an outlaw. In the eyes of the world, outlaws aren't good people. It doesn't matter what struggles they went through to get there, they are not people doing everything they can to survive, they are just bad. And Arthur views himself like that. He doesn't even entertain the idea that he could be a good person and because of that, he doesn't act on it.

In the beginning, Arthur can be quite harsh and admittedly just a bit of an a-hole. And that's because he has no self-worth. If he isn't a good person, why act like one? In his mind, he isn't good because of the life he's led.

But it's such a ridiculous thought! The gang itself is the perfect example of how lifestyle does not always determine personality.

You have Micah, who is just the worst person alive and has no redeemable qualities. But on the opposite side you have Charles. Also an outlaw. Has also killed people. But is undoubtedly a good person through and through.

And Charles is one of the ones that tries to draw the good side out of Arthur.

"You ain't as tough and dense as all that"

He knows that there's a good side in Arthur that the man is just refusing to see. And Mary-Beth does it as well. Through little chats at camp she tells Arthur that he is a good person and that just killing people is not like him.

And sadly Arthur doesn't see it till it's a little too late.

But there's one thing that I noticed in Arthur that I didn't notice before. At the beginning, it was always about success or failure. That's something that was probably instilled in him from Dutch. But by the end, not so much.

He begins to open up to his good side. Helps the Wapiti tribe, absolves people's debt and helps John live the life that Arthur never had the chance to.

"in the end... I tried... I did"

He accepts that he didn't "win". But he acknowledges that he tried. And honestly, I think that that is, in part, Arthur finally come to peace with the fact that you are not a failure if things don't go to plan. In the end, sometimes trying is all you can do. And it took so long to reach there because Dutch made him feel like a failure when things went wrong.

(Also, Mary leaving him and the deaths of Eliza and Isaac wouldn't have helped either, but this post is already so long that my brain is starting to stop working).

I don't know if any of these thoughts are actually that coherent, or if it totally makes sense, but I just needed to dump them somewhere and Tumblr seemed good enough.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #micah bell #charles smith #hosea is a good dad #dutch is not #arthur is a soft boah #he just didn't realise it #because dutch is a crap parent

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thepeakygurl · 4 years ago

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Hello!!!! Can you write something about a little shelby sister, maybe 5 years old, with tommy shelby where she is very intelligent in school and she has no friends? thank you so much, love your writing ❤️

A/N: Here you go love! I personally really love this one. I figured it was best to give the little shelby sister a name and Agatha was the first that came up to mind at the moment. Let me know what you think. Sorry for the delay ✨

Agatha Shelby

Thomas Shelby x Sister!Shelby

When little Agatha Shelby came out from school, Thomas recognised an unusual sadness invading the face of his little sister. He was not used to pick her up from school, but Ada and Polly were both busy, God only knew what they were up to those days and when it came to Agatha he couldn’t trust Arthur or John, and Finn, he was still a child himself. When Agata came into their life, they thought she was a mistake, they had enough on their plate already and when their mom couldn’t bare anymore, those fear that Agatha was a mistake came back to surface. Growing up however, they couldn’t be more happy and proud to have her. Her and Finn were just the small bubble of joy in the house. When she saw Tommy, she put on a brave face and smiled to him, walking a bit faster towards him and ready to hold his hand.

Thomas smiled back at her, holding her little hand in his “What was that sad face you had up there ey?” He knew his siblings more than he knew himself, he could tell something was bothering her.

She just shrugged her shoulders, trying to fix her backpack “Sometimes I’m just sad, like you, sometimes” she explained.

Thomas looked down at her, how could a small bean like her be sad, when all she had to experience at that age was just happiness? And for a moment his worst fear came to light, he might have failed her “Sad? I’m never sad” he said almost making it sound as if she offended him somehow “What are you sad about?” He asked her, quickly picking her up in his arms when he saw a car coming way too fast to be driving in a school street. If Agatha wasn’t with him, he would have already cussed at the arsehole. When he was ready to put her down, he felt Agatha’s little arms around his neck, laying her head on his shoulder. That made him smiled, so he kept walking holding her in his arms.

“The children in my class don’t like it when I know the answers, they say I’m a know-it-all” she said in her small brittle voice. She loved going to school, it was a totally new experience for her. Aunt Pol kept saying how much she would have loved making new friends, drawing, learning new words, and she was right but so far she didn’t make any friends.

Thomas almost forgot how mean children could be, especially to a little girl that seemed to have been born blessed by the heavens with such a bright mind, he took a small deep breath “You let them speak Agatha, they are just jealous” he said while gently caressing her back.

“Jealous? Of me?” She quickly asked looking at him. They both had the same blue limpid eyes, but her were prettier, he would say.

“Because mom made you so clever, even we are jealous. She didn’t make us that smart.” He argued touching the tip of her nose, action that would usually make her laugh and so she did “Such a bright mind she gifted us ey”

She laughed and did the same thing to him, which made him also laugh “You are too, but I can give you some of my mind if you need it” she gently offered, but then she almost fell into her sadness once again “So I can’t have friends because of my mind?”

“You surely can’t have friends that don’t recognise how wonderful you are. It’s their loss.” He shrugged looking at her “You don’t need loads of friends, you need a few that cherish who you are. Until then don’t settle down for less, you hear me?”

She nodded “Am I really that smart Thomas?” She asked her voice still breathy and brittle.

“Sure thing love” he smiled at her “Look at you, so pretty and darned intelligent. At your age your brother John was a complete wanker” he joked, brushing off the few tears that were running through her cheeks.

“Can I say wanker?” She asked, a small but sly smile that made Thomas burst into a big laugh.

“I’ll tell you what. If those children call you a know-it-all you can, and only then, call them a wanker.” He said and when he specified that she could say such word to only a specific occasion, he made sure to point a finger at her. “And don’t tell aunt Polly, it’s our secret.”

“I’m really good at secrets!” She said, now putting her arms around his neck once again and lay her cheek on his shoulder.

Thomas couldn’t help, but think about the time she told Ada about the surprise birthday cake that Polly had prepared for her, or the time she saw John with a lady friend in the house and told Polly, or again when Arthur made her promise to not tell Polly he stole some cookies - money - from the kitchen, in exchange for some candies, but she told on him anyway. “I guess I’m in some trouble..” he whispered out loud to himself.

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moral-turpitudes · 4 years ago

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A Sister’s Intuition:

A/N: The gif has nothing to do with this one. It just made me chuckle cuz this most certainly has fighting.

Also, this is a weird mix of Arthur actually killing the church dude, but instead of Linda trying to shoot him right after like in the show, this story is like the event that causes her to go off the rails and try to shoot him (and fictionally, Y/N lol can you imagine). So this, in my fucked up mind, is the calm before the storm that is the lovely Linda with a gun.

Trigger Warnings: Fighting obviously, Mentions of Blood, Angst, Family Drama?, Cheating, Taunting, Swearing.

Word Count: 2,114

Characters: Shelby Family x Shelby!Sister Reader

Requested: Yes, well it was suggested but still. Long story short I have a bone to pick with my brothers gf and this was cathartic.

Request by: Anon, you can find it here.

Summary: Linda is being Linda and Y/N can’t stand her messing with her brother Arthur’s head another day. She just snaps. People and their feelings get hurt. Nothing like a nice bloody family dinner at the Shelby-Gray household.

Y/N’s skin crawled as she heard the voice of the woman downstairs. Her heart racing and fists clenching as she heard the half-hearted laughs and forceful exchange of pleasantries that were painstakingly muttered by the rest of the Shelby family.

As she smoothed out her dress, she heard Polly calling for her, surely to help with setting the table for dinner. With shaking hands she opened her door, her eldest brother Arthur’s laugh echoing through the lavish house as she made her way down the stairs.

“Y/N, nice of you to join us.” Thomas said, patting her on the shoulder as she sulked to the kitchen, avoiding Linda’s ever-judgmental gaze.

“I’ll set the table.” She said, Polly nodding at her with an annoyed expression as she glanced out into the dining room. The feeling fortunately seeming mutual.

“How’s the farm treating you brother? Having fun with the baby?” Ada asked, as Karl reached for one of the rolls in the basket Y/N was setting down.

“It’s good, quiet.” He said, his eyes looking tired and emotionless as the years went by.

“Don’t eat too much now, you won’t want dinner sweetheart.” Ada said, giving him a warning glance as Y/N silently set the table, glancing at Arthur’s troubled state. Thomas couldn’t help but notice his youngest sisters rage as she harshly set the silverware down, especially the knives.

It had been two years since the first conflict between her and Linda. The whole thing starting as Linda slowly brainwashed Arthur. No one really noticed at first, how she sunk her claws into him. How he’d stop his excessive use of cocaine, or his anger fueled drunken rampages on a dime. How he’d mess up on missions, putting them at risk. Or how he started asking Linda for permission to go places and her ordering him to be home at certain times when on business. No one noticed that while some of his habits were best left in the past, he was also leaving part of himself. The part of him that she knew and grew up with. The part that smiled and joked. The part that didn’t question himself and his worth on a daily basis. This was how she pulled him in, and he was forever tied to her now. Seeing as their 1 year old sat in his lap, giggly and oblivious to the pressures and expectations he’d be raised on years later whether Arthur wanted him to be or not.

The big blow up between them though, was when Y/N learned she cheated. If she inherited one good thing in life from the Shelby family it was her intuition. Her ability to sense when a person meant harm. Her ability to know when someone was nothing more than a snake. A soul-sucking, venomous snake.

The night she found out, she made sure Arthur was alright, or at least alive, knowing how he could spiral at any given moment. That was one thing about growing up around a dysfunctional family. Knowing when the others needed help, and knowing when to help set others straight. And he had seemed okay, at least until a few days later.

That same week Arthur killed the man she’d cheated on him with, going down a dark spiral as he grappled with his sins. His eyes brimming with tears and hands stained red as he walked into the house unannounced, nearly giving Polly a heart attack.

Y/N remembering how she sat him down and wiped the tears from his eyes and blood from his busted knuckles as he stared at her.

“These are the hands of a devil, Y/N...how can I be saved like this?” He asked through tears.

“Don’t ask how god can save you. Ask how you can save yourself.” She said, wrapping his hands in gauze.

“What?” He asked, confused. The tears streamed down his face as she urged him to drink a glass of water, given he was already in a drunken state.

“You have to save yourself, Arthur. I can’t do it for you. Linda cheated on you yeah? Well it’s not the first time she’s hurt you. No one else can really see it...not even you...but I can...She’s made you into someone you’re not. You may need to slow it on the drinking and drugs, and get your anger in check, but you don’t have to completely ruin yourself over some words in a book or some girl alright? I want my brother back...” She said giving him a strong hug. She wasn’t known for talking much, always preferring to stay in the background and being quiet, but she threw insults and plans around in her head just like Thomas. But when she did say something, people listened.

The day after Arthur attacked Linda’s lover, she decided to meet with her at her house. The rain pouring down as she made her way up the winding dirt roads, her thoughts running through her mind as she reluctantly stepped inside the farmhouse.

“Oh, Y/N. Wasn’t expecting you.” She said, a disgusted look on her face.

“We agreed last night to meet but I guess you didn’t remember. Must’ve been a bit preoccupied I see.” Y/N said, leaning to the side as she saw yet another man walking around the house that wasn’t Arthur. There was a long, awkward silence before she continued.

“I’m just here to warn you that you’ll get what’s coming to you. You don’t fuck with the Shelby family.” She said spitting at her feet.

“You know Y/N? You’re just like the rest of them. No morals...no class...nothing.” She said.

Y/N smirked as she inched closer to her, standing almost eye to eye. With a quick draw of her arm, she landed a harsh slap to her face. Her handprint stinging and bright red as it adorned Linda’s cheek.

“You’re one to talk about morals and class. People like you make me sick.” Y/N spat, walking off as Linda stood there holding her cheek. Her mystery lover nowhere to be seen as he’d retreated back to the bedroom in hiding, most surely thinking Arthur was there.

As she set the final glass down, she was brought out of her horrendous memories by the voice of her brother John.

“Aye Y/N, how’s your training been going with Finn and the guys? Think you could take him out yet?” He said, a mischievous smirk on his face. Linda scowled as she glanced over at Y/N, probably remembering how her face stung after the blow. The event seeming years away due to the hectic business of the blinders and the growing number of kids in the family.

“I highly doubt she could. Even if she grew up with you lot as brothers. Besides, it’s not ladylike. You can’t fight around the children.” Linda said, sipping her tea.

Y/N’s eyes pierced hers as she sat there. Her appetite fading as she got up from the table.

“Y/N...now’s not the time for this. Sit down.” Polly said, pointing at the empty chair between her and Thomas.

“I have no desire to sit with someone I can’t trust. You’ll get what’s coming to you Linda. I swear it on our mums grave.” She said getting up from the table again, this time making it to the kitchen before hearing quick footsteps.

“You said that last time and nothing happened. What are you going to do? All this family does is make empty promises. You’re just a worthless girl with nothing but her families bad manners and filthy blood money...” Linda continued, Y/N zoning out as she unclasped her earrings and threw them on the counter. Her eyes scanning Linda’s movements as she stepped closer, cracking her knuckles. John got up as soon as he heard her bad-mouthing his sister. Finn stood and made his way near her only for John to hold him back with a smirk, knowing this was long over-due.

She didn’t say anything as she swung a left hook, a loud crack sounding through the room as Linda stumbled back. John cheering slightly as she regained her composure.

“I told ya you’d get what’s coming to you.” She said, as Linda lunged forward and went to slap her in the face, but failing as Y/N blocked her hand and twisted causing a scream to erupt from her lying mouth. Blood was dripping from her nose as Arthur and Thomas came in. To her surprise, they didn’t jump in nor did Arthur try to stop her, knowing all too well his once precious Linda was bound to pay somehow. Polly and Ada shielded the children, holding their hands over their eyes as the mini brawl panned out.

“You’re going to hell!” Linda yelled, punching Y/N in the shoulder as she cried.

“I’ve been there already love, it’s quite nice.” She said moving back and raising her arms up to guard her face, looking for an open spot, eventually landing a final blow to Linda’s ribs that left her on the ground gasping for air.

Thomas suddenly grabbed Y/N’s arm and yanked her back. She wasn’t kicking and screaming, but he could see the rage in her eyes. The way his and Arthur’s often looked.

“Enough. Alright? She got the message. Enough.” He said.

“No. No I don’t think she did. Get off me.” She spat, trying to wrestle her way out of her brothers grasp.

Thomas let go so he wouldn’t hurt her, but watched on as she stalked towards Linda and Arthur.

“You can see how you’ve torn this family up right? I can’t speak for everyone, even for the man you’ve hurt, but I can speak for me and I’ll never accept you into this family again. Never. Now get out of my fucking house.” She said lowly, grabbing Linda’s arm harshly as Arthur tried to stop her.

“Y/N I’ll take her, you go cool down.” Arthur said, his hands shaking a bit as he was still torn between the hurt from Linda’s past actions and the love he had for her.

Y/N stood up with her arms crossed, her knuckles bloodied and aching as she stared her brother down.

“Arthur...do you remember what I told you that night? You have to save yourself. She’s going to keep you trapped in those same situations again if you don’t do something. She’ll hurt you if you don’t watch out.” She said, wiping a tear from her cheek as she shoved past her brothers and Polly, the children crying as an awkward silence fell over the house. She sulked back up to her room, cleaning her knuckles and bandaging them the best she could, knowing everyone probably hated her now.

“What was that aye?” Thomas asked.

“Fucking hell Tommy.” She said, jumping slightly at his voice from the doorway.

“I was just doing what no one else wanted to fucking do. Someone had to make her and our idiot brother see reason.” She said, wincing as she tried to wrap the gauze around her knuckles.

Thomas silently came over and helped her, trying to think of something to say as he snipped the last of the white fabric.

“You all hate me I already know. I just couldn’t sit there as she acted like everything was fine. Like she didn’t hurt him multiple times. She’s nothing but trouble and no one fucking understands that.” She said, tears welling up in her eyes.

“He can protect himself...I’m sure he’ll come around. And we don’t hate you. Besides, if I was betting on you that would’ve been the best fight of the year. I know for a fact you can take down Finn.” He said, trying to lighten her mood.

“I already did, he just doesn’t talk about it.” She said giggling and wiping the tears away as she gave him a hug. He sighed as he wrapped his arms protectively around her.

“She also had it coming. She said I had no morals...and no class....I just couldn’t let her talk that way about me...and about our family.” She said.

“Aye she did have it coming, I’ll agree on that. But you can’t listen to her. There will always be people who’ll say those things. They just don’t understand us.” He said.

“Well, they should work on that then aye? I guess next time I’ll try not to beat anyone up. I’m not promising anything though.” She said, Thomas chuckling as she broke from the hug and went into her room.

“I’ll see what’s going on down there. You just rest. But uh,,,do me a favor aye?” He asked.

“Yeah?”

“If someone does say something, don’t go at them alone. Tell me alright?” He asked.

“Okay...” she said with a sigh, hoping the night could be over with.

“Good, I’ll see you at the family meeting tomorrow then. Bright and early.” He said with a smirk.

“Oh fuck off Tommy...Goodnight.” She said, play-punching his shoulder.

“Goodnight.” He said, putting his cap on and making his way out the door to whatever family chaos awaited him.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders oneshots #peaky blinders fanfic #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x shelby!sister reader #shelby family #shelby family x shelby!sister reader #can u tell I have a lot of pent-up rage?

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