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In the night - John Shelby

1914

The morning was still, the smog that covered Birmingham just starting to appear. Children running around, avoiding their mothers and the chances of entering school grounds. It was blissful, everyone savoring the sunny weather. 

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I rose from my position from the shared bed. Finn pushed himself further into the woolen blanket, as I stepped over to the window. Peering down onto the street below, I waved at the passing children, smiling as wide as I could. 

I had good news for the soon to be fiance of mine. I was pregnant, Polly had confirmed my suspicions. She was ecstatic as I asked her to be the child’s grandmother. We both had planned to reveal it to John and the rest of the Shelby family within the coming days.  

Releasing a deep sigh, I turned back to Finn who sat up in the bed his hair facing every other angle. The sleep-ridden 6 year old giggled, and pulled himself from the blanket. 

“Good morning Y/N,” He stated politely, bowing his head down. 

Picking up his actions, I bent my knees and curtsied. “Good morning to you too, Finn,”. 

Looking up we smiled at each other, reaching for each other’s hands at the same moment. Starting up a small discussion, Finn explained his dream in detail, jumping around adding some spice to his talk. Reaching the bottom of both floors, we raced to the kitchen. 

Seated together, Ada and Polly held hands tears silently dripping from their faces. Finn frowned, and hesitantly stepped towards them. Forcing a smile, Polly engulfed Finn and shook her head in my direction. 

The night was cool, and in John’s arms, it was the warmest night it could’ve ever been. Sweet nothings and promises for a lifetime had just been exchanged, over the sounds of soft sighs and heavy breathing. 

“You wouldn’t be able to tell there’s a war going on right now, would you Y/N?” John whispered, his finger gliding across the line of the horizon. 

I shook my head softly, “Please promise me, don’t jump into something like this. I feel as if it isn’t as easy as they say. You don’t have to follow Tommy’s every word,”. I turned in his arms, to hold his face in my hands. 

Rubbing my thumb across his cheekbone, a small tear left his eye. “I promise,” 

My actions were no longer mine, stumbling over to the couch I took a seat. Ada stood and slowly walked over, sitting beside me. She attempted to push the handwritten letter into my hands, but I pushed it away. 

“Aunt Pol, where’s Arthur?” Finn mumbled from her shoulder, and the tears left Polly’s eyes faster. 

“He’s gone on a holiday my dear Finn,” I said, taking him from Polly’s grasp. “How would you like to go on one. You, me and Ada if she liked,” I proposed, looking into his eyes. 

He grinned toothily and wriggled from my grip, landing on the wooden paneling with a loud thud. Ada nodded at Finn, and he let out a series of cheers. Polly walked towards me. In her embrace, she gave directions to a gypsy settlement she knew where we would be safe. 

Helping Ada and Finn pack was easy, not knowing how long we’d be on ‘holiday’ for was the hard part. Polly encouraged to stay hidden until the war ended, knowing her crippled brothers enemies would take this time to pry upon the remaining Shelby family. And as I knew best, I listened to Polly Grey’s every word. 

1919

Running around the commune Finn and Eleanor made whoosh sounds and held their arms out as if they were airplanes. Ada and I watched on, the shotgun Aberama left behind sitting between us. The gold children sung, and danced around the campfire, encouraging Eleanor and Finn to join. 

Cheers erupted when they both attempted to dance, and the teaching begun. Watching on, a sense of sorrow filled me; John wasn’t there to witness the birth of his firstborn child, something he always expressed he wanted to be there for. He wasn’t able to see Eleanor’s first steps, or hear her say dada for the first time. 

Coming back to, I held my arms out as Eleanor ran towards me. Smiling back at my daughter, I held her close and kissed her head. Finn ran over, breathless from dancing energetically. 

“Aberama, was the trip well?” Finn asked, standing up straighter. Ada turned at his words, and smiled. 

“Yes it was indeed, but I bring news that your holiday is now over, as per Polly’s request,” He stated, picking up the shotgun. 

“They’re back?” Ada asked, her shoulders tensing. Aberama tipped his hat in her direction and continued on to his own children. 

As the sun began to reach it’s peak our Shelby vardo was packed, and we mounted the horses and started on our trip back to Small Heath. When Eleanor fell bored, Finn was quick to come up with ideas to entertain her. 

When the remnants of the sunlight forced it’s way through the cracks of the stone buildings, we reached our destination. The loud sound of horseshoe on stone brought great amounts of attention, but we all held our heads high. 

Jumping off the horse, I pulled Eleanor off as she bid the horse a wonderful evening. Bringing in our bags, we settled into the apartment that was once our own. Aberama looked around, like a misplaced item. He didn’t feel at home, and it was incredibly noticeable.

Each of us stood around anxiously, while Finn and Eleanor filled the silence. Who would be returning? Would it just be John? Were the other two Shelby boy’s ok? 

Our questions were answered when the door opened, and there stood the Shelby brothers. Only John had a new ring on his finger, and a new woman on his arm. . 

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Short Fic Rec

Soldier’s Reward // @wouldpollyapprove 

This fic has me shocked. the way it’s written, the way inner turmoil is conveyed makes it more lifelike. I truly feel like I’m in the Peaky Blinder’s universe when reading this. 

Happiness // @zodiyack 

My heart is full to its brim. I couldn’t of imagined a sweeter lifestyle for Tommy, it’s everything he deserves. The loving relationship between the reader and him is something i know want to achieve. A gorgeously written fic, that has captured my heart. 

Woman? // @thehardy-boys 

I remember reading this fic (as one of my first eve fics) and the idea of an undercover Peaky Blinder blew my mind, i was on edge eagerly waiting for the twist. No amount of preparation can prepare anyone for the way the fic ends. Another amazing thing about the fic, shows naivety from the Shelby brother, who are all so willing to have someone new join their ranks 

A Shelby // @blinder-baker

A short and sweet fic, fitting the timeline of the Peaky Blinders while showing a softer side of Tommy. The respect he has for the reader in the circumstances is something I hadn’t considered about his personality, but I adore the incorporation of it. A beautiful fic

Oblivious // @weirdochick56 

I am speechless, I wish I lived in this fic. The brother-sister relationship between the reader and Arthur brings a side to him that i’ve never seen. Dynamics between Tommy and reader are tense, and i’m awaiting to see what happens. Will reader end up a friend? Or will Tommy accept his feelings? 

 Contradictions // @watery-lane

This fic, it is essentially perfect. It contains the perfect amount of compassion, angst and character willpower. It is the perfect recipe for a heartbroken reader, i will admit, I am now sad but I’d give my world to read this fic for the first time again. It is worth the read and more. 

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I have created a Peaky Blinders blog (similiar to and with permission from @searchingforbucky )

I'll be rebooting fics for now. :)

Edit: I won't be booting any fics 😂😂 I'll be reblogging though

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Immortal Army • The Gathering Of An Army

𝟐𝟗 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟏𝟖𝟔𝟒

"Hush, she has been born. The prophecy was right, we must take her," A hooded figure spoke, the clusters standing in front of the figure falling silent.

"You understand what to do from now, where to go and how to live, we must not disturb fate," The figure spoke once again, and with a clap of thunder and flash of lightening, there was no trace of the group left.

Mixing with the sound of harsh rain, was the soft cries of a newborn child. Tucked in the arms of a running figure, the baby drew to a quiet murmur of sound.

"Y/N, you are to achieve great things. You will know where to go, and when. You have been blessed with the power of immortality, and have been gifted with the ability to find others like yourself, as well as absorbing their powers to be your own. Good luck, I pray you do not come in contact with those people again," The figure spoke, and with the clap of thunder, the child was left alone.

𝟕 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟏𝟖𝟖𝟒, 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝

"You birthed a beautiful baby boy, unfortunately he passed during birth," The doctor stated, head hanging low.

Loud screams were heard through the street, indicating what had occurred and that the mission was in action.

Stepping out of the hall, Y/N quickly snaked through the people who rushed to console a grieving mother. Upon finding the kitchens, Y/N grabbed the bread basket adorned with a blue bow, and dressed herself in the blue cape.

Unable to resist, she took a peek at the baby. Within that second of contact, the connection had formed.

"Welcome Lennox," She mumbled, covering him back up with the blanket.

Sneaking through the crowded streets proved a mission, having to stop to comfort the child and not draw attention to herself. Y/N was more than capable, and found herself at a checkpoint.

"Prepare yourself child," She whispered, gently caressing the Lennox's cheek. He smiled back up at her.

𝟏𝟕 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝟏𝟖𝟗𝟗, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧

"Lennox, has anything happened?" Y/N asked, looking at the boy. He shook his head.

"What power is it?" He asked, looking across to Y/N.

"Super speed," She replied, fixing up the nurses outfit.

"I'll be waiting, the train will be here in exactly 20 minutes," Lennox said before turning and walking away.

Mumbling an encouragement to herself, Y/N stepped into the hall, slowly slipping into the minds around her.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

Tapping deeper into that particular nurses mind, Y/N found herself in the maternity ward. Silence greeted her, until a soft sputter rung through the air.

Following the sound as best she could, Y/N came across a slow moving blanket. Peeling it back, a tuft of curls was unveiled and Y/N brought the bundle into her arms.

Stepping out into the hallway, scanning for active minds every step she took, Y/N found herself at the trainstation. Lennox awaited with a suitcase and baby carriage, taking the child into his arms.

"What's that piece of card you have?" He whispered, turning away from the crowd.

Wriggling it from the child's grip, he opened it up, reading the scrawled out name.

"Welcome Astrid," He said, tucking it into his pants pocket.

"Are you ready?" Y/N asked, fixing the hat atop her head.

"More than ever,"

𝟐𝟎 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟎𝟎, 𝐈𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

Two sets of footsteps echoed through the silent halls of Ilyyad Manor. The head Mistress had just birthed a healthy child, and the male members of the family were out celebrating.

Following the active minds of the women, Lennox and Y/N found themselves outside of a room. Astrid gurgled softly, the sound drowned out by the cooing of the women inside.

"How are we meant to get the baby?" Lennox asked, his eyes wide.

Holding a finger up, Y/N looked around. Pointing at the hanging portrait of a family tree, Lennox tip-toed over and hit it off of the wall.

Quickly running off to the side, the three watched as the women came out of the room, wandering around the Manor.

Walking into the room, Y/N bowed to the Head Mistress.

"Please, his name is Kristjàn," She said, pulling the child into her chest.

"I will ensure he never forgets you, he will do you proud," Y/N comforted her, and with reluctance the child was in Y/N's arms.

Turning around before leaving the room, Y/N nodded at the Head Mistress who gazed at the both.

"Thank you," She mouthed, Y/N smiled and stepped to join Lennox and Astrid.

𝟏𝟓 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟒, 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚

Dressed like a family, Y/N, Kristján and Astrid stood in line to apply for housing. False documents wereheld in Y/N's hands as Astrid and Kristján looked around them.

With a hand motion, they stood at the front of the line. In front of Army officials, they seemed the perfect family without a husband and father figure.

In silence, Y/N passed over the documents and pulled Astrid and Kristján into her arms. She smiled down at them, than looked back up.

With another hand motion they were on their way, down a dark lane stopping in front of a small house. After knocking on the door, it opened to show a heavily pregnant woman.

Welcoming the 'family' in, she said she was expected to give birth anytime soon and apologised in advance if she did.

Within a week of staying at the small house, the child had been born. Two healthy boys, well until Y/N figured out which one held power.

In the night, Y/N took the child and fleed. Kristján and Astrid took and erased any evidence their personas existed.

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Back in a safe place, they all crowded around the baby. Kristján played peakaboo, making his head disappear and reappear. Astrid ran around, creating a whirlwind of colour.

"What's his name?" Lennox asked, standing besides Y/N.

"Alek,"

𝟐𝟑 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎, 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

"Astrid, I have trust you'll do this successfully," Y/N stated.

Astrid nodded, bidding everyone goodbye. Waiting for her arrival resulted in anxiety for everyone except for Alek.

Hours passed, before they seemed it necessary to go look for Astrid.

"Alek honey, how many people are there?" Y/N asked.

"It's just Astrid and the baby," He answered, pointing right in front of them.

Peeking out from the leaves, they saw the baby disappear in a flash, and appear in a new place. This resulted in Astrid spinning around rapidly, earning giggles from the baby.

While watching, Kristján crept up behind the baby, and brought it into his arms.

With a deep sigh, Astrid walked over to the others and stared at the baby.

"Her name is Malee, she's going to be trouble," Astrid commented, earning laughs from everyone.

𝟐𝟓 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟓, 𝐄𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭

War was ravaging the world once again. Y/N and Lennox were shocked with the actions of nations, and now knew how to keep themselves and the others safe.

In Egypt, the war was beginning to rain down on them. Gunshots were heard in the distance, yet the people lived normally.

In an act, the child was given to Y/N and Lennox willingly. Deep in her mind, Y/N knew that she had been foreseen to visit Egypt, and knew she would return once again.

With a bow, the child was placed into Y/N's arms. A single word left the woman's lips.

"Anubis,"

And before Y/N knew, she was gone.

𝟑𝟎 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟗, 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚

Kristján had the task of bringing the child to safety.

The others were stationed across a beachfront, watching in the circumstance he needed help.

In his invisible form, Kristján crept along the beach, weaving between families and scooped the primary school aged child into his arms.

"Hush, you're safe now," He comforted, walking back his car.

Climbing in, the others followed behind in carefully timed increments.

"Welcome Atlas, this is your new home. We're people just like you, but with different powers," Y/N greeted, turning the keys to the ignition.

"Are you ready to save the world?" She asked, gaining a nod from everyone around her.

With that, they were off. The mission had begun.

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So excited to read it, I love your work x

Thank you, I'm a but confused about which piece of writing you're excited to read. I hope you enjoy whichever one it is, Thank you for your support ❤

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New Series!

The Avengers had no knowledge of the Immortal Army, an organisation just like their own, harbouring enhanced individuals for the greater good of the world. Well until The Avengers deemed the Immortal Army a threat to Earth, without knowledge on who they were, and they powers the had.

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Potential Series

Since the beginning of schooling at Hogwarts, one misplaced Ravenclaw student found a perfect way to avoid the stereotype of being a Ravenclaw student. Instead of answering the riddle with the 'correct' answer, this young student created a legacy for years to come. Not being an actual riddle, this was the Riddler of Ravenclaw.

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Frenemy of Pesky Blinders Headcanon

It all started with a family feud going back to your grandparents

Your parents became somewhat friends, but the feud would always come into play

Growing up hating the Shelby children

Your younger sister having to go to school with Finn Shelby while you took over the family company and gang

Growing a sense of respect for the older Shelby brothers for serving your country

Polly never shutting up about you according to Ada

Halting all Peaky Blinders business with new news on the Y/L/N Hunters business

Tommy Shelby always prepared to give you a mouthful

Somehow being the female embodiment of the 3 older Shelby brothers

Arthur secretly teaching you and your younger sister how to box

"That fucken Y/L/N is at it again"

"Three steps in front and three steps behind for you Shelby boys"

Ada and Finn look up to you for not listening to their brothers

Gathering up quite a reputation, but not knowing everyone thinks that you're a presumed male (thanks to John)

Solomons applauding you for your work

Solomons becoming a family member

The Shelby's coming to loathe you for your work with Solomons

That is until they need your help

"Look, I wouldn't do this unless I need to"

"I know you need my help I just wanna hear you admit that you were wrong Johnny Boy"

That smirk of John's

Michael being in awe of you, coming to work for you behind the Peaky Blinders backs

An invitation to Thomas Shelby's wedding

Not knowing what to expect from then on out

John's children loving you

John hating you for that fact

Esme warning you about her love for John's children

"Calm down, I would never do that"

Somehow Esme gets you on Polly's good side

Leaving suddenly, and letting your sister and Michael take over the Y/L/N Hunters

Returning only when Michael and your sister get married

Bringing your secret family of 5 along, surprising everyone

Congratulations flying everywhere

"You may have a gorgeous family Y/N, but I still have you for all the trouble you've put me through"

"Heaven forbid the fact that I feel a bit of remorse"

Laughing at the shocked faces of the Shelby brothers

"Never in my lifetime boys"

"But a toast to becoming family, a family who is sure to hate more than to love"

Dying with your Shelby brothers

"Y/N I apologise for everything I've put you through"

Arthur crying while Tommy hid his tears

"This marks something new, we die together a family. Forgiveness is real, and I hope you forgive me as I forgive you"

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If you're going to berate a writer, a highly talented writer at that for portraying a fictional character in a way you do not like. This is why there's a writing shortage. We have highly talented writers getting hated on for portraying a fictional character in a way that a handful of people do not like. We are on this app/website to enjoy what others post, instead we are here hating on someone for portraying a character in a way YOU do not like.

@imaginedreamwrite has portrayed Bucky in such an amazing way, I'm awestruck. It's a different view on Bucky, but it opens eyes to how people may not be as who they seem to be. In the futher parts, we see Bucky feeling horrible for his poorly made decisions. And to be blatant. This is the reality of it.

This fic, it's storyline. Being cheated on. It's horrible, it ruins people. But @imaginedreamwrite has taken their personal time to write about a hard subject, taking into consideration how each party takes devastating hits. I applaud their work and hope they continue to write through your hate.

We should be here to spread love and share our work. @imaginedreamwrite Thank you for your writing! It has inspired me and I am thankful for being able to read it.

To the person who wrote this, I hope you find better things to do, and you learn how to be more kind.

You're such a bitch. That one series of yours with Bucky cheating is such trash. Why would you make something like that? That's fucking disgusting and you're a garbage person. You should delete that series because it's a piece of garbage like the person who wrote it. You disgust me.

Let me get right on that. I'll just go *delete* my series because some anon told me that I'm trash.

To quote Selena Gomez: Tell me, tell me, tell me, 

Something I don't know

Oh and thank you for calling me a garbage person. I appreciate that. 🙄🤭

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Asking my followers, what type of fic would you like to see next?

I have a Winter Soldier x Reader

Michael Gray x Reader

And two unplanned fics that could either be for the Harry Potter fandom or Peaky Blinders

Please comment or inbox me ❤

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I love your writing and I'm just in awe! This chapter is so beautifully written and I'm holding back tears. Can't wait to read more of your writing ❤❤

Pragma(tic) 17: Though Mighty, She Falls

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 5663

Warnings: Language

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Previous 16: He Feels His Heart Break

In all your millennia, you’d never actually thought about death. Sure you were surrounded by it every single day, but you never pondered what it meant to die—to cease to live. Death was nothing but a term to you. It meant that another soul would be joining your kingdom. It meant that a mortal’s life had ended. It had no place in your life. And yet… Now it seemed that you were staring your own death right in the face.

The spirits in Elysium had all described it in different ways. Some said it was peaceful—a sweet release from life. Others said it was the worst pain they’d ever experienced—an excruciating way to go.

You had never known such pain before. Your body was alight with angry fires. Your limbs hurt at the slightest of movements. You were always parched, your mouth never moistening. It hurt to breathe. Every ragged breath you drew in lead to a round of severe coughing. The air in your lungs was tainted gold. Ichor flowed freely from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin in thin rivers. 

You’d been poisoned. 

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Little Riddle • Draco Malfoy

Little Riddle was a myth. The famous Tom Marvolo Riddle fathering a child, unimaginable. It was something no one could wrap their heads around. How could someone allow a man who harbours such hatred and terror into their loving embrace?

Of course, they didn't pay attention to Tom Riddle during his years leading up to the creation of Lord Voldemort. Tom Riddle had a love, a young love.

Young love was inevitable, it's experienced by everyone but not loved by all. Tom's love was one for the books, but so was his pride. He fell in love within the halls of Hogwarts, keeping his relationship fulfilled but secret. The dame in question had no problem, she was fully in love and blended in well when it came to spending time with Tom outside of their usual dates. She understood Tom, and accepted him. Which he found, unfathomable.

The story of their love continued, outside the halls of Hogwarts, and much to their dismay, a child was soon expected. However by this time, Tom had thought through all his plans, and let his determination overrun his feelings for his soulmate. She was thrown to the side, and soon declared missing by the wizarding world.

Tom esclated, his acts becoming worse and his love for his soulmate weakening. His soulmate however, was not missing but had fleed, feeling pain from the rejection of her one true love. She defied his wishes, and found a safe place. A safe place for her and her child.

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Y/N Riddle was a late child, a child late by 37 years. How does this happen? It's just like the fairytales. Mrs Riddle, as she is now known, took a sleeping potion, untested and the first of its kind. Falling into a deep slumber, her pregnancy inhibited, the two females sleeping peacefully.

On her awakening, Mrs Riddle went into labour, an experience that brought Voldemort to his knees. How could something so simple bring a man so evil like that down? He had seen what his selfishness and recklessness had done to an innocent life, a life he had help create.

Little Y/N Riddle grew fast, the years spent sleeping having an affect on her. It was like the pain her mother had taken into her slumber had been transferred to her. And to be frank, Y/N was an out right brat.

She grew to have no tolerance with her father, and none that respected him over anything else. She was homeschooled by various housewives, whom she gifted socks so they lived free lives, just to irk Tom.

As the years passed, approaching her 15th birthday, She met her father's loyal followers. Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Igor Karkaroff, Barty Crouch Jr, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle and Fenrir Greyback. Her mother hid away, her pure morals clashing with he father's horrid ones.

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"Now mother dearest, I'm going to go see if those hopeless sheep of father's brought their little lambs to the slaughter," Y/N stated, and her mother looked up at her, a warning flashing through her eyes.

"If things are to go south I know what to do, I'll be taking Ronan with me, he has been trained, as you know, and as does Sniper, I will be out of harm's way," Y/N reassured, and her mother smiled sadly.

Y/N left the quarters, stepping back into the dark household. A small black dragon appeared on her shoulder, breathing out a small ball of flames. "Hello Sniper," Y/N chuckled.

She continued down towards the meeting hall, and stepped in without knocking. A big pet peeve that pushes all of her father's buttons.

All eyes turned to her, the horrid criminals baring their teeth at what they thought to be some aimless stranger, the teenagers seated next to their parents looking shocked. Voldemort sat at the head of the table, Nagini poised and ready to slither towards Y/N.

"My dear Lord, what happens to be this aimless soul," Fenrir asked, wiggling around in his seat.

Y/N raised her eyebrows, as Sniper based his fangs, Ronan the slightly bigger dragon coming out from the shadows behind them.

Voldemort eyed the shadow, noticing the dragon and sensing the drama lying ahead. He already had a headache but this was bound to make it worse.

"Father," Y/N said, and once again all eyes were on her.

Fenrir let out a loud chuckle, followed by a shrill cackle emitted from Bellatrix. Sniper roared from Y/N's shoulder, and leapt onto the table almost quadrupling in size, stepping their laughter instantly.

Ronan shrunk from behind her and clawed his way up to her shoulder, eyeing everyone else seated at the table.

The Malfoy's looked shocked, as did the other families with children. The children however were amazed, and beginning to wriggle around in their seats, eager to find out who Y/N was.

"Y/N, please tell Sniper to calm down. Fenrir, Bellatrix, should I question your loyalties as you seem to not have respect for my daughter?," He asked, raising a hand.

Y/N clicked her tongue as they communicated telepathically, and Sniper moved to her side standing tall. Soon again all eyes were on her.

"I'd like to participate Father, if I may," Y/N said, pulling a seat from the shadows, disregarding whatever Voldemort had to say.

He sighed deeply and went on, Y/N slowly ignoring all words being exchanged. Bringing her out of her daze, Ronan caught fire on her shoulder to catch her attention, and let out a bellowing roar, shocking everyone at the table.

"Whatever it was father, I don't particularly care. I'd like some company, seeing as yours are just a bunch of sheep," Y/N quipped, and Bellatrix pulled out her wand, aiming straight at Y/N.

"How dare you speak that way," Bellatrix seethed, her teeth bared.

Y/N Let out a guttural growl, and apparatus behind Bellatrix.

"Watch your tone, I'm more powerful than you think, husband stealer," Y/N warned, and she apparated back to her own seat.

"Draco, Theo, Crabbe and Goyle, please go spend time with Y/N, it's time we got to important matters," Voldemort hissed, his eyes boring holes into Y/N.

Y/N trailed out of the room followed by the four boys. She let the dragons free outside, then continued on towards the back of the yard.

"Do you know what you agreed to back there?" One of them asked, making Y/N turn sharply.

A neatly trimmed eyebrow raised, and she eyed them all.

"You're betrothed to Malfoy," A small dark haired one said, and Y/N eyed the blonde one.

"I'm Draco," He introduced stepping fowards hesitantly, and Y/N smiled.

"You're all in for a wild ride, I'm Y/N and we're going to ruin my father,"

[the-theonott]

I've written in the perspective that there's some underlying intentions that are unknown to everyone except for Polly, it is yet to be revealed within the next chapter I'm working on while juggling my school work. It will all be revealed in due time so please don't think it's you.

In the Day • John Shelby

Note: part 2 to In the Night, enjoy :)

The boisterous noise died down, and so did my tears. Sniffling softly, I reached across and wipe Elijah and Estelle's faces free of tears, and gave them the warmest smile I could muster.

Slowly I rose to my feet, and grabbed a hand of theirs in one of mine, and turned to face the double doors. There in all their glory stood the eldest Shelby brothers, Thomas in front, power radiating off of him Arthur and John stood on either side, guns peaking out of their holsters, peaky caps on a sharp angle.

John and Arthur both held a glass, but upon looking at my face, both dropped the glasses and let out a string of swear words, while Polly and Ada let out small rumblings of their own.

"Boy's, please go back down to the Garrison, I'd like to have a few words with Polly. John, Arthur, stay here and watch the other two," Thomas commanded, and everyone fell in line, obeying each word as if it were their lifeline.

Polly came to walk up besides me, while I stood still, my eyes wandering along John's figure, fleeting away when I felt his gaze land on me. Arthur was still incoherently mumbling, his figure rocking with each slur.

"Thomas, we'll speak together as a family," Polly stared, squaring her shoulders, pointing her chin down.

I felt a slight tug on both my hands, and looked down to see both Elijah and Estelle mimicking Polly's movements.

"As you wish," Thomas answered, closing the double doors, nudging both Arthur and John further into the room. John took a seat and harshly rubbed his face, while Arthur bent over him, whispering in his ear.

"How is Y/N still alive? Does that mean Finn is too?" Arthur asked, his voice still as loud as ever.

Polly and I nodded in sync, and then I opened my mouth to speak. "Polly faked my death, and Finn's in case things went south, and sent us away. It was also due to me having to look after two babies,"

John's head snapped up, and he looked at me and the two little ones, who's stances did not falter. In my peripheral, I saw a small smile grace Arthur's features, before he quickly covered it up.

"Are they both mine?" John asked in the awkward silence, and I shook my head.

"Only Estelle," I answered, looking down to my right, seeing Estelle look back up at me, the brightest grin on her face.

John slowly stood up and walked over, bending down in front of her, studying every aspect he could. Elijah peered around my form to make sure his 'sister'was safe, while puffing out his little chest.

"Estelle, la mia colomba, this is your Dada. The hero who taught in war," I said, and she leapt into John's arms.

While the two were having a moment, I took it out of my time to introduce Elijah to Arthur and Tommy, who both greeted him as family.

Like the saying goes: all good things in life come to their own end.

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After serene moments as a broken family, John had to leave, to visit his wife, and his son. Estelle didn't want John to leave, and was heartbroken when he did. Elijah came to comfort her, while I sought comfort in speaking to Thomas about how John had been the past few years.

"He still loves you Y/N, very dearly. He's just confused, give him time. He has a wife now, a new family. I'm sure youd be able to understand," Thimas advised me.

[the-theonott]

INCREDIBLE IM CRYIN IN THE CLUB 💞

IM GLAD YOU LIKE IT, I wasn't too sure on the perspective you wanted so I tried to come up with something different. Don't be afraid to request again ❤

[the-theonott]

Love me like you should • John Shelby

Being married to a Shelby was different to what everyone had said it would be. Then again, your marriage was anything but voluntary. Your father Ronald Wellington owed Thomas Shelby, and Thomas declared you the price. Not for him, but for John.

John Shelby. A man who seemed sweet and innocent to some degree, was anything and everything but that.

The marriage was hard on you, nobody in your family knew of your father's dabblings. You all felt betrayed, at loss. He was no longer your father.

On the wedding day, you were left with Pol, who was angry at the situation you were thrust into, but who also knew she had no chances of getting you out of this. Her son Michael was also angry at the situation, but he was knew to the family and was yet to gain everyone else's trust in regards to Peaky business.

The wedding went smoothly. That was the only way you described it. None of yuour family was present, due to being to hurt or scared to come. It was you and those considered, or actual family of John Shelby.

To drown your feelings you drank, you danced and drank. To everyone else you were too flamboyant and loud, but Pol and Michael, and the youngest Shelby too, they knew your true feelings.

The rest happened in a blur. Somehow you and John ended up skin to skin, sinful sounds filling his quiet house. But that was it, nothing more nothing less.

From then, John simply ignored you. Leaving you for days on end, without any explanation.

Pol came past every second day, and filled you in on the local gossip, bringing sweets and sometimes Little Finn.

Soon Pol's visits stopped, but Little Finn filled in for her, and soon you two were inseparable. Little Finn was your closest friend, and you would sneak out of John's house to go have some drinks at the Garrison, or to go bake with Pol.

Around 4 months after your wedding with John, you noticed a small bump protruding from your stomach. It saddened you, due to the circumstances, but also because you hardly knew the child's father, yet you were married to him.

After getting confirmation you went to Little Finn. Little Finn gave you some advice, if that was even what to call it, and told you to visit Pol.

"You're pregnant aren't you dear," She said, lighting her cigarette. You nodded.

"It's going to be a boy, and then you'll have two girls. Then twins," Pol stated, making you go wide eyed.

"No Pol, I'm sure there's one in there," And she chuckled.

"Yes dear, but that's in the future," She explained, and you frowned.

"It doesn't seem like it," You whispered looking down.

She frowned and sat down next to you, sliding over a tray of baked muffins. You slyly grabbed one, making Pol chuckle.

Halfway through the muffin, the Shelby brothers arrived, the eldest three. Tommy and Arthur smiled at you in greeting, grabbing a muffin from the pile and digging in while John just stared at you.

"Thank you for the hospitality Pol, I should be heading home with John now," You bid, waving slightly.

John held the front door open for you, and closed it behind him. He sighed during your slow walk and turned to you.

"Y/N, do you love Finn?" He asked, catching you by surprise.

"Only as if he were a brother," You answered, and he sighed again.

"Y/N, I want to apologise for my behaviour. While I was out with Tommy and Arthur, they asked about you and I didn't know what to say. I'm supposed to know, I'm your husband. And I just suppose I was asking about Finn, because you're spending so much time with him, and I'm confused on how I feel about that," He explained, and you grabbed his hand.

"I accept your apology John. I want to get to know you, I need to really. I'm pregnant John, and before yuou jump to ask if it's Finn's child, it isn't. I am only faithful and dedicated to you, as your wife. Please John, love me and learn about me before our child arrives," You pleaded, and John smiled, breaking out into laughter.

"I'm going to be a father, and you're going to be a mother, an amazing mother," He whispered, placing a kiss onto your forehead.

Maybe a marriage you didn't want was the best after all. You felt more loved in that moment than you ever had in a lifetime.

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