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bluegalaxyprime · 2 years

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Hello! I'm not much to ask for but I've been looking forward to one of Tommy Shelby with reader as part of the marauders as well with some magical action and muggle, I hope it's no problem. Thank you!

Thank you for this request!!! I had so much fun with it!!! Really hope you enjoy!!! ♥️

Rated Adult?: Reader is physically attacked by older boys, brief mentions of consensual sex.

Might go back and add more adventures to their time at Hogwarts but I'm not sure yet!

Hogwarts was a magical place, and it was slowly becoming more and more dangerous. You’d fallen in with a group of girls on your first night in the dormitories, and now even three years later you were still inseparable, which was a blessing as things were starting to become quite tense between muggles and pure bloods.

You’d come from a muggle family that came with a fair chunk of drama. They were good people but they were very disappointed that you’d not been what they’d wanted. Thoughts that often swirled in your head when everyone else was fast asleep.

Nights like that are what lead to the beginnings of a friendship with a boy in your house that felt very similar. Sirius Black, and then shortly after his group of friends.

Lily was a bit sour over the friendship once it became more evident, but the rest of your second family came along eventually.

All in all you’d felt very safe, there wasn't anything you’d not do for the people in your second family. There was plenty of garbage that circulated about muggle born students but nothing ever seemed to touch you. You and your friends became quite popular. Lots of pranks pulled off, never ending circulation of contraband throughout the student body.

Lots of students found their problems solved, or found protection in the gangs that prowled the school.

There were your friends, but also three other notable gangs.

The Peaky Blinders, led by Thomas Shelby and his various brothers all of which shared the Slytherin House with Alfie Solomons and his crew, and the unfortunate pure blood extremists that were throughout the school but seemingly concentrated there.

There was a strong alliance between the three of them, despite you being naturally distrusting of anyone outside your little group. There was enough tension, drama, and on goings that you never needed to stray any further. But you were friendly with everyone you met.

Until you weren't.

A particularly awful full moon had kept you lying awake in your four poster bed. You looked up at the ceiling thinking about your life. With things getting worse in the world you really weren't sure how you were going to make it out there. Out beyond the castle walls there were no gangs, no people in the halls just begging for an excuse to beat the shite out of someone for being horrible to you.

Eventually the sun was getting ready to peak out over the mountains that surrounded the school. You rolled out of bed tossing a wool jumper over your pj top and jammed your feet into your slippers.

The hallways were empty at this hour which was nice and gave you time to enjoy the feeling of the space. You kept alert for stray professors and made your way towards the hospital wing.

The sound of incoming footsteps had you ducking behind a statue. You recognized three 7th year boys from the Ravenclaw house. You couldn’t name them and hoped they wouldn't cause you any trouble.

Suddenly a hand came down on your shoulder causing you to jump.

“Look at what I’ve found.” A fourth boy sneered. “Guess initiation won’t be as difficult as I’d thought.”

You pushed his hand off of you.

“I’m expected in the hospital wing so I’ll be leaving now.” You hoped that saying a teacher was expecting you was enough for them to leave you alone. You didn't want to know what their initiation was, you didn't want to have to defend yourself, you just wanted to check on your friends.

He just laughed calling out your lie.

“Maybe we should let her go?” One of the boys commented nervously. “They’ll be murderous if we bother her.”

“That's the fucking point. We need to send a message. No one is better to do it than her.” the other boy snapped.

He went to raise his wand and out of instinct you’d frozen him with a spell Remus had taught you. You turned on the second boy doing the same but by that time the last two boys had sent your wand sailing across the hallway. The boy’s hands pushed you against the statue then started to roam over your body. You tried to push his hands away but your arms were unmovable.

“Come on we didn't come here for that.” The other boy said, looking scared.

“Don't see why we can't have a little fun first.” He smiled and your whole body tensed. “Make yourself useful and get the others sorted”

Before he could do anything further you heard a voice call out a spell you hadn't heard before. The boy in front of you crumpled before you blood seeping out of his body. You desperately tried to move but still you were stuck there.

The other boy met the same fate and your eyes looked up to see a very angry looking Thomas Shelby glaring down at you. He muttered a spell that set you free and you tried to talk to him but your body was shaking, mouth dry.

He handed you your wand and helped you stand up, your knees almost gave way so he held you to his side.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Kitchens.” You lied looking up into his blue eyes. You should be thinking about what happened, but it was much easier to notice the solidness of his body and the way he smelled.

You cleared your throat and found your footing.

“I was on my way to grab something from the kitchens. And I got stopped-” You took a deep breath.

“Well you did a number on the two of them, that sticking spell is stronger than most.” He said and you noticed that his accent was different than the usual ones you heard.

“And the other two?” You swallowed hard.

“Just superficial for now” You shivered at his words.

“Well. let's get on then eh?” He held his arm out to you and you accepted it.

He led you down to the kitchens and you tried desperately to come up with a solid reason for wanting to go down.

“I’m surprised Alfie was going to let you down.” You mentally kicked yourself forgetting that Alfie had ownership of the kitchens as he brought most of his contraband through there. He was the only one who’d managed to secure a loyalty with the elves that went above their relationship with Dumbledore. As if sensing the unease running through you he let out a small laugh.

“He owes me a favour.” He winked at you and your face heated up.

“Guess I owe you two favors now then?” Everything came with a cost when dealing with outsiders.

“I guess so.” It should scare you, but it didn't. You and Lily were the only two that didn't get involved in the on goings between the gangs. Marlene was going to have a bird when she found out about this.

You had toast with hot chocolate and he questioned you about your reasoning behind sneaking into the kitchens on a Saturday morning. You blurted out that you couldn't sleep which led to him asking more questions. You knew deep down anything you told him was to be passed through the rest of the Peaky Blinders and used as leverage if anything were to turn sour between the groups. But you couldn't stop yourself.

He told you about his family and how he was part gypsy a little known fact that was often held against him. Gypsy magic was different and he explained about his Aunt Poll and the things they learnt at home.

You’d given a lot of yourself away, but he’d matched it with his own secrets leading you to think that you might have found a friendship with him. Something in the pit of your stomach told you it was a great deal more than friendship, but you’d decided to panic about that later.

The morning passed and he insisted on seeing you to the common room.

“Ah alright then” You agreed knowing there was no unsuspicious way to shake him off.

“Unless you need to go to the hospital wing?” He said with a knowing voice. You froze. “Not to visit your friends but because of the trauma of what happened earlier of course?”

You shot him a look as panic cemented in your stomach, how on earth would he know about Remus.

“No need to hex me, We grant them passage every full moon.” He whispered he took your arm again and took you through to the hospital wing.

“You won't tell anyone?” you whispered once you’d gotten to the doors.

“About Remus? Or Earlier?”

“Remus.” He gave you a strange searching look.

“No, I quite like him” he said stiffly and you let out a sigh of relief.

“What are we to do about earlier?”

“We are not going to do anything. I will deal with it later.”

“Thank you” You whispered to him. He slipped a small, smooth, black, stone into your hand.

“If you're upset about it later just rub the stone, I’ll meet you by your common room” Before you could respond he guided you past the hospital wing doors. Remus was out cold but the other boys sat up from their chairs seeing Tommy there with you.

“We’ve got things to discuss. I’ll be expecting you in the usual place at 8 tonight.” He said in a cool tone before floating out of the room like he owned the place.

“What the fuck happened?!” Sirius hissed.

There was a round of questioning in which you reluctantly told them about what had happened. You’d decided to keep the breakfast and hot chocolate to yourself….

James looked distraught running his hands through his hair. Sirius had a tight grip on your hand, suddenly unable to look at you. Peter had left to go to the bathroom.

You felt bad telling them what happened. If you had your way you would have pulled James aside and spoken to him about it privately. Sirius was a loose canon and this was a topic that often sent him over the edge, bringing up stuff from when he was younger.

The urge to comfort them took over.

“Look its alright. Nothing bad happened before Tommy got there and he said he would deal with it.”

“Since when does he go by Tommy?”

“At what cost?”

James and Sirius blurted out at the same time.

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Everything was hectic, no one was happy about what had happened. John Shelby had taken the fall for you earning 4 months detention. But he’d not ratted you out, neither had the Ravenclaw boys. When you’d seen them again in the hall they looked significantly worse than when you’d left them.

Everyone left to go meet Tommy but you and Lily. Both decided to help some first years with their homework, it was almost laughable how worried they were. So you provide what info you could and tried to comfort them.

Everything shifted when they came back. You locked eyes with James who pointed towards the staircase for you to follow them up. Lily rolled her eyes but followed behind you anyway.

You flopped down on to Remus’s bed resting your head on his lap.

“Well there’s a proper war on now with the extremists. So as it stands no ones to go out alone. Especially not you or you” Sirius said pointing to you then Lily who let out a frustrated sigh.

“I’ve decided that picking partners is the best way. You know, buddy system and all” Decorus announced. Decorus was a year older than you and she’d been known for meddling with the various relationship tensions in the group.

It was not surprising that James and Lily were paired as well as Sirius and Remus.

You were paired with Marlene, which was a relief because she wouldn't give you a hard time like the others did.

“Now that’s settled, we need to be on the lookout for anyone with pureblood status that isn't under Thomas or Alfie. We are going to try and pull together to try and eliminate any other attacks happening. John took the fall for what happened and Thomas hasn’t named his repayment yet.” Remus said while tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Meaning we are in debt to them big time. No fucking up or pissing them off, cant afford losing out on the smokes or the whiskey. Understood.” James added and you nodded.

“Sorry everyone.” Suddenly the weight of everything hit you. It was obviously reckless for you to have snuck out, but it certainly wasn't deserving of what had happened.

“Don't you dare blame yourself for this. Neither of us are asking for this. Alright? Nothing about this is our fault.” Lily said to you with burning green eyes.

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The night came and despite having been up the previous night the events of the morning kept replaying. You felt the parts of you that had been touched burning with the memory of those creeps' hands.

You thought about going into the boys room but looking over at the black stone on your bedside you just couldn’t help yourself. Partly just because you wanted to see him again, but also to ask about his brother and what was expected for payment.

You picked up the stone and ran your thumb over it. It suddenly got warm and in the moonlight you noticed the way that the sparkled surface seemed to swirl. You gave yourself time to lay there knowing that Tommy would have to make his way from the Slytherin house.

Eventually you left your warm bed and slipped on your sweater and slippers then snuck down the staircase.

You opened the portrait just as he was coming up the last set of stairs.

He was still dressed making this the second time he’d seen you in your Pj’s, your face flushed and he shot you a cocky grin.

“Shall we?” He held his arm out to you, and while you should have asked where you were going, you also couldn't bring yourself to bother with it.

You followed him down the steps and went to a wing you couldn't recall being down before, he stopped about half way down the long corridor opening the door to what seemed to be an empty classroom.

He shut the door and guided you through the room, all the desks had been pushed aside. There was a staircase leading up to what you assumed must have been the teachers office at some point.

It was a little room with a desk and a large bay window. You curled up next to him on the ledge and nearly lost your breath at the view. It was a rare clear night leaving a beautiful view of the stars.

“So how are you then?”

“Not the best. I’m angry mostly, but I'm worried that things are only going to get worse.”

“They certainly will.” He said with a nod.

“Oh, thank John for me, how am I to repay him?” you asked

“Don't worry about it.”

“I am worried about it though. I don't want this to fall on my friends, it's my debt and I’ll pay it myself.”

“Well I’ve paid your debt to him leaving you indebted to me.” There was a soft intensity in his eyes that made you not hate being indebted to him.

“Alright and what would you like then?”

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” He lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

“And till then?”

“Go out with me, eh?” Your face turned bright red and you almost choked on your own spit.

“Alright.”

“Alright”

There was a tense moment before you both started laughing. After putting out his smoke he sat a little closer putting an arm around your shoulders.

“This alright?”

“Yes, thank you for asking.”

At some point you fell asleep against him. The first night of many sleeping next to him.

Your years at Hogwarts flew by. Soon enough you were out in the world fighting alongside your family. A family that had grown to include the Peaky Blinders and Alfie.

It was a horrible dangerous time, it left your friends badly bruised and bloodied. Everyone was changed or lost. Tommy rarely smiled after that, you and him had taken Harry once James and Lily had passed.

Some mornings you struggled to pick him up knowing what you were holding was the last bit of your beloved friends. You still wrote to Sirius every Sunday despite never getting a reply. You knew that it was Peter, and he’d had to answer to Tommy for what he had done.

The Blinders and Alfie were still stronger than ever and on to bigger and better things. You’d moved to Birmingham to be close with this family, not having one of your own to go back to.

You’d insisted on Sunday dinners despite everyone’s general distaste. They were huge and messy, and growing now that the war had ended. Marlene and Decorus were getting married, as were John and Esme. Remus was considering moving closer to you now that his father had passed.

Eventually the Blinders managed to free Sirius. You’d gone with Remus to pick him up on a Sunday morning. You refused to let go of him for more than a few moments at a time till you’d settled knowing that he was home for good. He and Remus finally got the life they’d deserved, living a 5 minute drive down the way from your place.

Slowly you’d seen your family start to heal, one dinner at a time.

Then it was Christmas, the first Christmas since the war had ended. It was snowing and as per Tommy’s request Harry had gone to spend the evening with Remus and Sirius. You sat in the armchair of his study near the fire enjoying a moment's peace from the never ending holiday drama that seemed to find you no matter where you hid.

“Well I’ve finally thought of a way you could repay me?”

“Oh is that so?” You shot him a cheeky look. It was an ongoing joke between the two of you through the war as you’d saved his ass just as many times as he’d saved yours.

“Yes” He handed you a small box. Your eyes grew wide as you ran your fingers over the velvet.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, but he’d asked with a smile on his face. Looking more like the boy you’d fallen in love with than the man who’d gone to war. Tears spilled over your cheeks

“Yes!” You tackled him into a hug and you both managed to end up on the floor tangled in front of the fire, then again on the staircase, then finally on your shared bed. You went at each other like you were untouched by all the things that had happened. Like you were still two kids who didn't know any better.

In the quiet early hours of the morning you realized you’d never even opened the box.

“Here” Tommy got it and slipped the band on your finger. “It was Aunt Poll’s”

You laid against him and fell asleep, the beautiful ring on your finger like it was always meant to be there.

The morning rolled over and there was a loud explosion erupting from the kitchen. You both went down to see a messy looking reception with your closest friends frantically rushing around trying to sort things.

“Sorry love, you normally handle this stuff.” Sirius said wearing an apron with a pancake batter covered Harry on his hip. You laughed long and hard at the state of your little house. Crooked banners, an exploded tin of confetti on the carpet, and all of your friends looking quite amused with the situation. The door flew open and two of John’s kids came rushing through to hug you as Esme shouted after them.

For the first time in so long you felt whole again looking at their smiling faces.

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bluegalaxyprime · 2 years

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💍 an engagement | 👼🏼 revealing a pregnancy | 🤎 royal x commoner | 💘 love at first sight

I'm going more for Tommy since I imagined something very The Crown with him.

Have a nice weekend 😊

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pairing: tommy shelby x reader

a/n: hi!! thank u so much for the request <3 so sorry it took so long :,) being uncultured, i've never watched the crown, but i did watch the trailers for all the seasons after i got this ask for research purposes™️. it didnt end up very the crown-esque though, i'm sorry!! but inspiration struck so i just ran with it - hopefully you'll enjoy :) i did a royal x commoner blurb for my cool moot @retromafia before and their dynamic is kinda similar in this one, posh reader and season one-ish tommy. tysm for the request i hope you like it 💕 p.s. : happy holidays everyone!!! hope you’re all havin fun ❤️

“I’m pregnant.”

Ronnie froze, perched on the sink counter as she stared at you, mouth ajar. You plucked the cigarette from her fingers, extinguishing it by tossing it into the running sink. “You’ll want to hold off on that when you’re near me.”

“B-but… how?” She sputtered. In all your years of friendship, you’d never seen her so shocked.

“When a mummy and daddy love each other very much…”

Her hand landed on the side of your head, the chatter of the gala outside muffled by the door as the smack reverberated through the bathroom, the beads of her party dress clacking together at the force.

“That’s low! You’d hit a pregnant person?” You gasped, feigning offense.

“Oh, stop it! Who’s the father?” She spat. Her eyes softened. “Don’t tell me it’s-”

“Alexander.” You sighed dismissively. You couldn’t even remember which high society function you’d met him at. After a while, they all blurred into each other, insignificant gatherings of champagne-sipping, sharply dressed blue bloods. “A good bit of fun for a while, but quite irresponsible. He's vanished.” You chuckled. Your parents had always wanted to marry you off to him, a son of a respectable family of equally high standing, but you figured they’d struggle to even locate him now. Ronnie wrapped her arms around you, placing her chin atop your head. “It’s honestly a relief. He’s only bearable when you turn out the light.” You whispered, smiling. “I’ll be a social outcast. Be called horrid things behind my back, and by braver people, to my face.” The high society crowd was always especially harsh regarding this sort of scandal. “But, I don’t need him to survive. I’m not afraid. I can do it. Even if it’s difficult, even if it’s on my own.” You placed a hand on your stomach. “Well, not completely on my own.”

“Definitely not on your own! I’ll be there. Alex can fuck right off!” Ronnie yelled triumphantly. “Let’s get back out there. You have enough on your shoulders. Tonight, we enjoy this party.” She exclaimed, shoving you back through the door.

Tommy Shelby stared at the portrait from the sidelines of the party, the music and guests’ laughter dissipating, even as they spun around the dancefloor in front of him. He was enraptured in the still beauty’s eyes, their sparkle palpable, even on the canvas. His head swam as he downed another drink, exasperated at himself. Completely hypnotised by a painting when he had business to attend to. He tried to tear his eyes away, but he remained enraptured, memorising each gentle curve of the painted face, lost in every brushstroke. Bewitched, completely.

On the opposite end of the room, you, like Tommy, strayed away from the crowd, clinging to the wall as you slunk toward the exit. It’d been an hour since you lost Ronnie, probably off dancing, your chat already receding into the past. You didn’t mind. You had longed for some time alone, these parties always making you claustrophobic, hordes of people stretching out as far as the eye could see. You stepped through the french doors leading toward the courtyard, breathing in the cool night air. The gala’s noise softened behind you, overpowered by the still night and the occasional cricket chirp.

Tommy froze as he saw you standing on the balcony. The painted form had come to life, possessing a beauty so stunning that it would put any artist's attempt to capture it to shame. You were separated from each other by a sea of people, but he felt instantly tethered to you as you turned back toward the party, your eyes catching the light. That sparkle. He almost couldn’t believe you were there. An unfathomable grace, your cheeks flushed, gaze gentle even as you looked right past him. Indisputably real. You were a punch to the gut, the wind completely knocked out of him. You turned, disappearing into the dark, and he felt a fresh hollow in his heart.

You sat on the cool granite steps, keeping your gaze trained on the lush garden ahead of you. Footsteps approached you, the strike of a match echoing through the quiet. The man sat beside you, offering you a cigarette. You shook your head. “Champagne?” His deep voice cut through the air. You shook your head, again. “A teetotaler, are you?”

“Yes.” You chuckled, patting your abdomen. “For the next 7 months or so.”

He hummed in understanding. He stubbed his cigarette out, flicking it into the dark garden. Finally, you turned to smile at him, the sharp lines of his face luminous and blue in the pale moonlight. You’d never seen him before. It was refreshing. You felt an unspeakable twinge in your heart, a strange sort of electricity. You turned away.

“Quite the party you’ve got.” He said. “The father’s in there?”

“The father’s whereabouts are a mystery. Been on the run since he found out.” You smirked. “No matter. My parents liked him more than I did, being a man of some sort of vague aristocratic descendance. He’s a thing of the past now. And I loathe thinking of the past. It’s always there, anyway. I’m looking to the future now.” Your eyes flickered toward him. “I’m (Y/N). And your name?” He took your hand as you offered it, and you were both reluctant to let go.

“Tommy Shelby. No vague aristocratic descendance, unfortunately.”

“None at all? I’m surprised they let you through the doors.” You joked. “Well, I’m quite honoured the famed Tommy Shelby has shown up to my family’s little get-together. I’ve heard about you.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“Keep hoping.” You retorted, your eyes softening as you watched his mouth twist into a smile. “What’s a man like you doing here?”

“On business. Looking for Billy Kimber. Objective’s changed, though. I got distracted."

“Only thing more insufferable than Mister Kimber is a bullet to the eye.” You scoffed, Tommy nodding empathetically. “So, you’ve a new focus. What’s distracted you?”

“You caught my eye. " He mumbled, lips twitching upward. "You’re enchanting. Bad for business.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Enchanting. I despise smooth-talking men.” He stood, offering to help you up. You felt your palm burn in the absence of his hand as he withdrew it once you straightened up, tucking it in his pocket. You looked into his eyes, a blue you wanted to drown in, an indescribable spark crackling between you two. “But I’ll forgive you. I find you quite… enchanting, too.” You laced your arm through his as you began strolling through the courtyard with each other, his suit jacket rough against your skin.

The two of you continued, chatting as you walked, falling in and out of comfortable silences. There was a pleasantly odd air that surrounded you two. The moment you had laid eyes on each other, you were both swallowed into a vacuum, away from your stuffy upper-crust life, away from his commitments in Small Heath. Wrapped in a lovely void, together. Like magic.

“I saw your portrait.” Tommy spoke.

“Recently commissioned by my parents. Something to remember me by once they disown me.” You chuckled. “They’ll be rid of me soon enough. Can’t have a child of wedlock around, damning our family’s reputation. I feel sorry for the little bastard, really.” You whispered affectionately, looking down at your stomach. “I’ll make sure everything’s taken care of. Love it more than any two parents in the world. But, it’s a pity. A child without a father. I’ll make it on my own. But it’s a rotten situation, no?” The two of you stopped, and you looked into his eyes, a gentleness behind the steely blue. They had the same sparkle as yours. Maybe it was fate.

“Doesn’t have to be that way.” He mumbled, and you felt an incredible fondness for him, the two of you standing in the middle of the tranquil courtyard, shadows in the night. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. You stayed close to each other, illuminated only by moonlight, breathless. “Marry me.”

Your eyes widened. “Christ, Tommy, you’re crazier than they say.” You laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Love does that to a man.” He spoke, leaning his forehead against yours. “You’ve cast a spell on me. At first fucking sight, I knew I was done for."

You laid your hand on his chest, grinning at him. Love. “They’ll talk, you know. They’ll say we’re using each other. You married me for money, I married you for security. You, raising someone else’s bastard, me, leaving the family to run away with a stranger.”

“They’ll talk, and I won’t listen.” He put his hand over yours. “We’ll live together, in Birmingham. It’s a shithole compared to this place.” He nodded at the manor, smiling as you giggled, shaking your head. “But I’ll take care of you, yeah? The Queen of Small Heath. Nothing vague about that sort of aristocracy.” He plucked a flower from a hedge, tucking it behind your ear, his calloused knuckles grazing the side of your temple. “That'll have to do for now. Didn’t bring a ring, didn’t realise I’d meet you tonight. But I’ll get you a proper fucking ring, alright? A decent wedding, a good life for us and the baby.”

You bit your lip, deliriously happy. “Am I utterly insane for saying yes?”

“You’re mad. We both are. We’re the perfect match.” The both of you walked toward the party, fingers laced with each other. “C'mon then, introduce me to my future parents-in-law."

“They’ll kill you.” You laughed, leading him up the stairs.

“Gives 'shotgun wedding' a whole new meaning, eh?" He replied. "They can try, but they'll struggle to get me. I feel invincible."

You hesitated in front of the door, squeezing his arm as you faced the crowds of people. “Are you sure, Tommy?" He nodded, immediately, not a doubt in his mind.

"You don't even know me." You continued.

He looked at you, adjusting the flower to keep it secure behind your ear. "I've got the rest of my life to find out."

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bluegalaxyprime · 2 years

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Hello Mother, Sorry, Narcissa…Polly

Harry Potter x Peaky Blinders | Polly Gray/Narcissa Malfoy

summary: you were looking for her for years and then you found her with a whole new family

words: 4.3k

a/n: this is my most prized one-shot

God it’s freezing, you thought to yourself as you stepped through the mud and puddles of Small Heath, Birmingham. You were picking at some kind of 1920s dress you chose to wear just before you made your way through the misty town. Travelling into another reality, decades before you were born was not in your weekend plans, but it was an opportunity you couldn’t back away from. You had to find her, and get the answers you so desperately longed for. It had been five years since you last saw her. You had to know what happened to her. Was she banned? Did she choose to come here all by herself? Was she trapped?

You caught a glimpse of your reflection on a shop’s door. Your hair was styled into a neck-length wavy bob. Your eyes were widened with alertness and glimmered with frustration and disappointment, your lips were pressed together nervously. You were wearing a purple satin dress with a layer of mesh topping the fabric with various flowers. You paired it with some nude heels and a black fur coat. You had to fit in. You had to look authentic in order to pass. You passed several working boys with newsboy caps and women taking their children for a walk. You entered a street named ‘Watery Lane’ when an old lady came outside her barricaded door to grab a milk bottle.

‘Excuse me, Miss.’ You speed-walked over to the pavement, trying to get her attention before she hid back behind her door. ‘I’m looking for this woman, her name is Narcissa Malfoy. I was told that she lives here, in Small Heath. I have a picture if you wouldn’t mind taking a look?’

The old lady opened the door to step outside. Your hands were rustling through your pockets filled with other small items. Finding the photo, you pulled it out of your pockets and handed it over for her to look at.

The lady’s face turned into a look of surprise and shock. You cocked your head to the side, trying to get a glimpse of her facial expression.

‘That’s Polly Gray ye’ lookin for.’

You furrowed your eyebrows repeating the name back.

‘Yes, she lives seven houses down from ‘ere. That way,’ She pointed down the muddy street. ‘Do ye’ have some kind of business with her?’

‘Business? Why would I?’ You took back the photo, cramming it back into your pockets. You kept your hands inside due to the cold. The whirling wind was dancing around, making you tremble.

‘Ye’ lookin’ for her,’

You nodded.

‘No one willingly tries to go to Polly Gray.’ She emphasised her name.

‘Why’s that?’

‘She’s part of the Peaky Blinders!’ She said in a tone like you were supposed to know. ‘The Peaky Blinders rule Small Heath. No stone gets left unturned with ’em. They know everythin’.’

‘The Peaky Blinders are a gang?’

‘Yes. Not a peaceful one either. I like to keep my distance from them, even though they provide many good things for us.’

You smiled and continued to talk to the old lady trying to find out more about the Peaky Blinders. Apparently it was a family oriented gang and the leader, Tommy Shelby, seemed to have all the sheeps under control. His brothers, Arthur and John ruled alongside him. They were feared by most people and anyone who did not do as they said, would end up blind or dead. They were known for sewn in razor blades at the peak of their hats. Hence why they’re called the Peaky Blinders.

‘Thank you for helping me, Miss…,’

‘Cork. Mrs. Cork, darling, ‘n’ it’s quite alright. Stay safe and good luck with that business of yours.’

You smiled once more, shook her hand and turned your feet towards the south of the street. 7 houses down, your mind repeated the words over and over again to make sure you wouldn’t accidentally end up on a stranger’s doorstep. Your mind was racing with so many questions and possibilities you didn’t know if you wanted answers. Arriving at house number 6, you noticed that the door was slightly open. You knocked loudly, hoping that someone would come and fetch you to finally see if it were true. If Narcissa was truly here. After a few minutes there was still no person in sight so you dared stepping into the house of the most feared gang in Birmingham.

Looking around you saw a staircase that led upstairs and a living room decorated in tons of colourful rugs and furniture. Pictures were standing on top of the fireplace and empty whiskey bottles and used ashtrays piled upon the small table standing in the middle of the room. The curtains were shut and the sunlight illuminated the red fabric, tinting the walls.

You stepped around the small but cozy living room when you neared yourself to a picture frame standing on top of drawers in the far right corner. It was Narcissa—well Polly, holding a cigarette in her right hand, smiling at the camera. You studied the picture with a faint look of frustration on your face. You never knew why she left without a word and without a trace. How could she leave her family behind like they meant nothing to her? Narcissa, your mother and you, had a connection some could only dream of. Since you were born she wasn’t only your mother, but your best friend. She may have not been the best person, following her values and husband, but she was the best mother one could wish for until she left after the Wizarding War and never came back.

You tried your best to stay calm and friendly but with every second a glooming ball of anger grew inside of you. You still couldn’t fathom the fact that she left you all alone in a broken place with no one to go to. Your father and brother weren’t exactly people one could talk to, but before you could think any further, you were interrupted by a young boy who seemed about 10 or 11 years old.

‘Who are you?’ He asked, carefully stepping towards you.

‘My name is Y/N, I’m a friend of Pollys. Do you know her?’

The boy nodded carefully not knowing who you are, but he came even closer trying to see you better. He walked around you in circles taking everything in he saw.

‘Ye’ not from here are you?’ He looked you straight in the eye.

‘That’s right. I’m from a far away place, you see,’

He shrugged not caring too much about your answer, instead he started to walk off but before he could close the door you yelled after him.

‘Do you know where Polly is?’

He nodded again. ‘Yes.’

‘Can you tell me where she is?’ A hint of hopefulness in your tone.

‘She’s in the back of the shop. I’ll show you.’

Breathing out in relief, you took one last look at the picture and stepped behind the table in order to walk through the doorway. You were now in a small but neat kitchen. You saw a cabinet full with porcelain plates, a used loaf of bread, a glass of jam and two giant wooden green doors. They must open the house next door because the house was too small for another space.

You stared at the half-eaten sandwich that was sitting on the dining table. ‘Is this yours?’ You questioned the boy you still had no name from.

He nodded whilst taking the sandwich with both hands and took a large bite.

‘I forgot to ask for your name?’

‘Finn.’

‘Well it’s nice to meet you, Finn.’ You grinned whilst he stuffed his face with more bread.

Staring out of the kitchen window that was tucked behind red silk curtains, you took a quick look outside out of curiosity before your fingers graced the table as you walked around it.

‘Polly is behind that door.’ Finn pointed to the green doors behind him.

You moved towards the green door and took one last breath. You cleared your throat, adjusted your dress and hair for no reason making you chuckle. This was the moment you waited for. Five years in waiting. The time had come. You had no idea if you were going to be content or insolent the second you would see her. Your hands found themselves to the cold, rusty door handle and with a hasty pull you swung the door open to be greeted by a beam of sunlight and four men standing and sitting around an old table that looked like it was seconds away from falling to dust.

Standing at the door frame, your legs felt glued to the floor like your entire body was put into a cast. You couldn’t move. Maybe because you expected to see her straight away. You took this time to take in the surroundings.

The room looked like a hand grenade exploded just moments before you entered. There were barely any walls that kept the rooms apart, instead the bricks were out by 10cm; the floorboards were finished in old dusty wooden boards; there was a large blackboard with a chart on it, filled with loads of words and numbers; by the table stood a few stools, ashtrays, bottles of whiskey and tons of paper filled the surface. At the table you saw the four men invested in their tasks before you stepped in and took their attention. The tallest one had a mustache that stood out very prominently, the other man was biting on a toothpick, the man on the left was smoking a cigarette and in between the three stood a dark haired man with piercing blue eyes that looked like ice itself. His forehead creased with lines whilst his eyes gave you a questioning look.

‘And who the fuck are you?’ The man with the toothpick said. You could tell he had a big ego.

‘Who the fuck are you? Talking to me like that.’ You stepped towards him not breaking eye contact.

‘I asked first.’

‘I asked second.’ You snapped back.

‘My brother asked you a question.’ The tall one barged in trying to intimidate you.

You rolled your eyes and placed your hands behind your back, softly rolling your feet up and down. ‘I don’t remember talking to you.’

His eyes squinted into slits with anger.

‘Back off, Arthur.’ The brown haired boy grunted, dragging smoke from his cigarette and effortlessly inhaling it back through his nostrils.

Balling his fists, Arthur went back to his original spot not being in the mood to argue with you. The other man continued to stare at you without saying a word.

‘I live here.’ The man with the toothpick answered, pulling down his shoulders to look taller and bigger.

You laughed to yourself not being able to contain it. Just because situations were serious didn’t mean you were.

‘What’s so funny?’

‘Oh it’s nothing,’ You trudged towards an unoccupied chair, letting yourself fall into the seat. You leaned your head back before continuing. ‘I’m looking for Polly Gray. I was told she lives here.’

‘What do you want from Polly?’ The man with the blue eyes joined in on the ongoing conversation he seemed so disinterested until now.

‘I want nothing but the truth from her for now,’ You stared at him. ‘And to see if it’s truly her. To see if ‘Polly fucking Gray’ is here in body, mind and spirit.’ You huffed loudly being annoyed by all those questions.

The man with the icy blue eyes started to wander around the table, taking a drag of his cigarette every couple of seconds. His feet stopped in front of yours.

‘And what business do you have with Polly Gray?’

‘Business that doesn’t concern you.’

The man chuckled.

Whilst you were swapping words with the man, someone in the far back of the room had entered the room from the outside, a large box covering their face that kept the anonymity of the person. You pushed yourself off the chair and took a few steps forward before stopping in your tracks. The person was wearing a pair of black heels with black tights, a long black skirt that was veiled in a purple jacket that fell to their knees—a woman.

‘Coppers placed these boxes in front of the shop, Tommy.’ She said, and you knew exactly who it was. ‘Said it was unfinished business.’

Tommy, the man with the blues eyes rolled his eyes. ‘Polly, there a lady that wants to see you,’

‘Who is it?’ She carefully placed down the boxes on another table in the back and took her hat and gloves off. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a half up-half down and her eyelids were covered in sparkly eyeshadow. When her eyes landed on your presence she froze in an instant. Her brown eyes almost popped out of her eye sockets and her lips started to tremble.

‘Y/N…?’ Narcissa gasped, making the others in the room stare at her.

‘You know her?’ The surprise in Arthur’s tone made it clear that Narcissa or Polly, whoever she was at this given moment had never talked about you.

‘Hello Mother, sorry Narcissa, … Polly, do you still remember me?’

The man with the toothpick walked towards her and tried to talk to her. ‘Mother? Pol, what’s going on? Who’s Narcissa?’

‘How did you find me?’ Her eyes were still wide, not believing what stood before her.

‘Honestly,’ You paced towards her. ‘I guessed. Took me five bloody years though.’

You paced around her frame taking advantage of the silence that was growing between the walls.

‘I thought I’d never see you again. Thought the Ministry of Magic casted you out to some kind of prison world, but it turns out that you willingly left Father, Draco, and I!’

The men in the room were completely silent.

‘I thought maybe you fled from Voldemort's return but I was disappointed to find out the truth. You left because you felt like it. You left me!’ You yelled out the last sentence, fighting back tears that would roll down your face and show just how hurt you were by her actions that had caused you so much pain. ‘I asked around Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic,’ You stopped. ‘God, I even contacted Bellatrix to just find you alive...to make sure you weren’t killed at Hogwarts or as an aftermath when everyone went after the remaining Death Eaters to get justice for themselves, but no one ever found you. No one had seen you after they last saw you with Draco on that bridge.’

Your mother’s face had fallen to an expression of shame. Her eyes were glossy, she was fidgeting with her fingers and her feet were tapping up and down on the wooden floor.

‘Y/N my dear,’ She started shakily but you interrupted her.

‘I needed you! You left me alone after the battle. I was only seventeen! I needed a mother. You were just as loyal to the Dark Lord as Father was, yet he didn’t run and leave his family behind.’

A tear rolled down her face. She stepped towards you carefully, approaching you like a person that wanted to gain the trust of a scared cat.

‘I’m so so sorry.’ She sniffled, placing her hands at the side of your cheeks. ‘That look in your eyes, hurts me a-’

Realising what she had done, you ripped yourself out of her grasp and took a step back.

‘No! You don’t get to feel sorry. You’ve had time yet you never came back so don’t lie to my face. Not now, not ever.’

You had completely ignored your surroundings. You didn’t care what they’d hear, you didn’t care about the neighbours, the birds, the children, no one. You were hurt by someone you trusted and loved most of your life and the hole she left in your heart couldn’t be patched up with a safety pin.

‘Polly what the fuck is this?’ You saw John take the tooth pick of his mouth.

‘Yeah Polly,’ You maintained eye contact with her exhausted eyes. ‘What the fuck is this?’

‘How about you woman, just relax, aye?’ Arthur stepped in front of you, trying to maintain a wall between your hot headedness and your mother’s regret.

‘You don’t tell me to relax when I have been looking for her for five years. So get out of my fucking way or I’ll kill you.’ Your right hand found itself into your coat’s pocket, gripping tightly onto your wand’s handle.

‘Listen here you f-‘

‘Arthur,’ Polly suddenly said. ‘Step aside. She’s right and she will kill you before you can even extend your arms.’

‘Pol,’ Arthur kept his eyes on you. ’She won’t be able to kill me…’

‘She will Arthur. Just trust me on this. It’s alright.’ She reassured him before he stepped back.

‘Y/N, dear,’ She came closer. ‘I left because I had no other choice.’

‘You had a choice. You could’ve chosen to stay with me! I could’ve protected you.’

‘I had no choice. I was facing hatred from the entire Wizarding World. Everyone wanted me dead because of your father. I decided to save myself and leave.’

‘That’s not true.’ You held back tears, lips trembling with sadness. In the back you could hear the men discuss the meaning of Wizarding World. ‘Just…stop…lying.’

‘I never hated you. I never wanted you dead.’ You choked on your tears. Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream.

‘You woman, just calm down.’ John stepped between you too just like his brother had just a few minutes ago. ‘You don’t get to step into our home and make the rules.’

More rage started to build up within your heart. You were made to look like a fool. Just a foolish girl that’s too emotional, but they would never understand the pain. Your hand found itself back to your wand, tightly gripping it before pulling out of your pocket and placing the end under his chin making sure to push it in a bit. But all he did was laugh.

‘You think I’m scared of a stick.’ He smirked.

Taking a moment to look around you saw Tommy, Arthur, and Michael as you came to find out, find amusement in the scene.

‘John, get out of the way now!’ Narcissa chided, stepping to his side.

‘I’m not afraid of her. After all, the only thing she has is a little stick.’

That was the last you’d be disrespected again. The rage finally boiled over, continuing to spill. Just as the spell was about to leave your lips, you saw a bird sitting on a pile of files on the table.

‘Avada Kedavra.’

The bird died as soon as you said the words and fell to its side. You retrieved your look back to John who clearly believed you now.

‘If you don’t want to end up like the bird, I suggest you take a big step to the side and leave me the fuck alone.’

And without further questions he went back to his seat. The other’s eyes were glued to your every move.

‘What the fuck are you?’ Arthur asked but it sounded very aggressive. ‘A witch?’

‘Ding, ding, ding. God you men are fucking stupid. We’ve been standing here for ages and you just realised? Jesus.’

He was about to stand up but you only held your wand high with a smirk before he sat right down.

‘So if you’re a witch,’ Michael spoke up. ‘And my mum knows what you’re talking about…is she too?’

You let out a half-suppressed, scornful laugh, twirling your wand around your fingers, raising it towards Narcissa. ‘Correction,’ you stated, ‘my mother.’

Your head turned back to face her.

‘C’mon, Mother, show them what you can do.’ You tried saying with a straight face, but failed miserably as you edged the wand closer to her.

She looked up at you, and then them, uncertain what either party might say.

‘I don’t practice anymore.’

‘But you did?’ Michael questioned.

‘Yes.’

‘So all your predictions and readings were real then?’ Arthur joined the conversation, fingers tapping against a glass of whiskey he poured himself.

‘That’s not how it works.’ You rolled your eyes, retrieving the wand back to your pocket. ‘We’re not those kinds of witches.’

Tommy, who wasn’t really integrating himself into the elephant in the room for the past half an hour or so suddenly cleared his throat very loudly.

‘So, let me get this straight.’ He placed his smoking cigarette between his index and middle finger, eyeing you up and down. ‘You’re Polly’s daughter from some fucking Wizarding World that came here to see if Polly was here because she apparently left?’

‘Precisely, Tommy.’

‘Is this some kind of fucking joke?’ Voice low, rough, sexy. ‘You expect us to believe your little show?’

‘Does it look like I’m joking.’ You cocked your head to the side, growing tired of the conversation.

‘Darling,’ Your mother stepped towards you, her soothing voice bringing back memories you once wished to erase. She held out her arms, asking you for a hug. Frankly, you didn’t want to, you didn’t want her to think that she was forgiven but you couldn’t fight the urge any longer. ‘

Her arms found themselves around your back, pulling you into a tight embrace as you buried your face into her neck. You were sure she could feel the dampness of your tears on her skin and clothing. It was quiet in the room. Neither you or her said anything, only her reassuring shushing accompanied your muffled sobs.

You finally had your mother back. After years of searching, pain, sadness and anger, you had her back. Your heart was slowly patching up again because you could never truly hate her.

She continued to hold you tight, her warm hand rubbing circles on your back just like she used to when you got bad marks in Transfiguration.

‘Everything she said is true,’ She sounded defeated.

You let yourself out of your mother’s embrace you longed for for all these years and looked at her, and then them.

‘My real, real name is Narcissa Malfoy and this is my daughter, Y/n Malfoy.’

The corner of your mouth lifted for just a second not wanting to give her satisfaction after she had done the bare minimum of telling the truth.

‘My family,’ she looked at you before correcting herself, ‘My husband, son and I committed a terrible crime of following the so-called Dark Lord, who believed pure-blooded wizards were better than others. We destroyed so many lives, especially those of the young that fought to protect the school where the battle took place.’ She continued with a heavy heart. ‘I was ashamed and had to get out of that world to save myself. My daughter never followed his lead so she didn’t face any hate, only that she was my daughter. I came here for a fresh start. Abandoned my family and magic to live a normal life.’

Tommy, Arthur, John, and Michael were silent like the moments before an execution.

‘But,’ Michael said unsure, taking his time to find the right words. ‘If you’re her mother,’ he gestured to you, ‘then what am I?’

‘Michael,’ Narcissa chuckled. ‘You’re still my son. I birthed you. You have my blood. I came here in 1884 and worked a bit of magic. All I did was become a part of the Shelby family. You are all still my family. My blood.’

‘We never doubted that, Polly.’ Said Arthur. ‘But that is one hell of a lie, cover up, whatever you wanna fuckin’ call it.’

You sat back down in the chair you previously sat in before Narcissa came through the back door. Your body felt ten times heavier, you felt lightheaded and overwhelmed.

‘I never lied.’ Polly said in an even tone. ‘Don’t you dare accuse me of lying, Arthur. I am still your family.’

Your heart was racing as your chest tightened; it felt as if the center of your head — right behind your nose was being pulled. A ringing noise shrilled in your ears. You stood up and felt like you had drunk enough alcohol for the entire month. Your hands clasped your ears as you tried to stop the awful sound from penetrating your ears but it didn’t help.

‘Y/n, are you alright?’ Your mother’s worrying voice barely made it past the ringing in your ears.

You tried to answer but you couldn’t let out a sound. Suddenly your knees buckled, and what looked like black clouds pressed their way into your vision.

All of this was too much. But the hardest part would be if you were going to leave for the Wizarding World or to stay with your mother, who despite everything she’s done was still your mother. Would you abandon your mother like she did you? Or would you stay by her side?

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