#polly reminds me so much of my sister

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Hey 👋 I’m not too sure if your doing requests( if not completely ignore this it’s fine:)) but I was requesting a peaky blinders one-shot where reader is like an orphan and lives in an orphanage and tommy the philanthropist he is goes down to the orphanage with Polly,John,Arthur,and Ada and whoever else you want and they see reader going at it with on of the sisters. You could choose the conflict or their argument but yeah, if you could draw the reader as someone who’s quick and sarcastic with their words like a speak before thinking type of person you know. Also can this be like a tommy Shelby x daughter!reader kinda like a found family kind of trope. Sweet kisses love your stories❤️

Dear Anon,

I hope this does it justice!! I changed a few things because I felt like it fit the story better (I hope that's alright) but there is lots of family stuff. And lots of Lizzie and Tommy - not something I have ever written before so hopefully that's also alright. Sweet kisses back to you love, thank you for this wonderful idea!!!

Warnings: peaky type stuff, religious language? Implied that a priest was going to assault the reader, bad words, not descriptive death of parents, mentioned death of a baby, grief, so much sweetness and hurt comfort and hopefully laughs. I promise it's not as dark or sad as it sounds. Also some Grace bashing / group hate.

Word count: 6606 - may have gotten carried away...

Part 2

Tommy watched Lizzie closely as they approached the large building. According to his sources it housed around a hundred and fifty children, the building was large but it didn't seem that large. 

It was gray and rainy, much like every day. The dark dampness didn’t bother him as it had seeped into his bones and made a home long ago. At this point, he was convinced that the sunlight would simply cause him to turn to ashes if it ever reached his skin. 

Lizzie looked nervous but that was expected, he felt beyond nervous. Suddenly hoping she would change her mind altogether. Children were overrated, he would know having raised Finn and half of John's kids. But after her she lost the baby, he would do anything to bring some happiness to her. He knew he wasn't the best husband, but he was trying to do better every day. 

Walking up the steps a voice in his mind started to remind him that he would only be bringing this baby into a world of danger and horror. Only going to ruin them so no God would allow them refuge. He pushed them down as best he could, reaching out to hold Lizzie’s hand. She looked taken back at the gesture, another thing wrong with them. Wrong with the situation. 

They were escorted in to look at the babies. They were just as expected, plump, cute, and small. Tommy tried not to look at them too close, no point in getting attached. Lizzie would pick a baby, and he would attempt to be a good father. 

He hated that he knew what it felt like to reach out for parents that were not there to hold you. He was sulking when a commotion caught his attention. 

“For Fucks sakes woman! ” A girl shouted. 

“You listen here. Father Stryker is a noble member of this community and organization. You will do what he asks of you.” A woman responded in a cold tone. 

“We both know that’s not what God would want you old bat.” The girl snapped back and he held back a smile. 

“Now you listen here, we do not know what God wants, that’s not our place. He has a way -” 

“No, he sure as hell doesn't. God would NEVER.” The girl demanded. “I thought God was in all of us, and GOD doesn't want me to be alone with him. In fact, I would say he’s overcome with passion about the issue. It would be a sin for me to ignore his protests.” 

“I will not tolerate such language, you foul girl!” The sound of a slap was dealt out. Tommy felt an odd feeling of unease about the situation. 

“You let this happen! You. And you will BURN FOR IT. Mark my words, you will suffer an eternity for his sins. There are no amount of crosses under the sun for Jesus to croak on that would make up for your grotesque choices you evil witch.” The girl's voice was pure venom, and Tommy was overcome with an urge to protect the girl. What type of place were they running here? 

“I want her,” Lizzie said clearly standing next to him looking at the Sister that was showing them around. 

“Sorry Mrs. Shelby ?” She asked looking for clarification. 

“The girl in the hall.” He looked at Lizzie landing her eyes on a girl that must have been about 15 standing off with the nun in the hallway. Her face was beet red, making her blue eyes seem extraordinarily bright in contrast,  her fists clenched ready for a fight of any size. That girl did not care what happened, she wasn't going to back down. 

“Ah, are you sure? She’s quite temperamental.” She responded looking embarrassed. 

“Excellent, I’ve never seen anyone look so much like my husband,” Lizzie said with a smirk on her face.  

“We’ll take her. And I’d like a word with management.” He asserted firmly. This was not the sort of thing he could look the other way on, plus it would only further the family image. Win-win. 

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Another sister came into the hallway. 

“Sister Margret, she has been requested by a family.” She said quickly. 

You were positive this must be some type of trap. But a tall angular woman moved into the hallway. She looked like someone from a painting, impossibly pretty, elegant, clothes worth a small fortune. This was impossible. 

The sister grabbed your arm and pulled you away from that bitch. Far away from the classroom you were terrified of. 

The lady looked you up and down and removed the sister's hand from your arm. She shot her a warning look and the sister apologized. Whoever this woman was, she meant business. 

“I’m Lizzie, Lizzie Shelby.” She said in a voice that belonged on a stage. You introduced yourself feeling embarrassed. 

“We’d like to take you home if you're alright with that.” She asked holding her arm out. Normally you didn’t like being touched for any reason, but being escorted out of the place was a good enough reason for you to make an exception. 

You looped your arm in hers and she strode out of the place with her head held high. 

“The Paperwork -” The sister called out 

“Get my husband to deal with it.” She called back, her voice dripping with power. You accompanied her into a very expensive car. You sat in the back seat beside her and watched her take in your appearance as if it had changed being in the natural light. 

“Do you read?”  She asked you lighting a cigarette.

“I had a tutor before my parents died.” 

“How did they pass?” 

“Car accident.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Me too.” 

“We’ll expect you to go to school.” 

“You’d be a shit parent if you didn't.” You mentally kicked yourself. “Sorry I -didn't” You were stumbling over an apology as the door opened and a man got into the driver's seat. 

“That’s my husband. Thomas.” 

“Hello,” You said feeling completely deflated. “It’s nice to meet you, both of you, It’s nice.” You couldn't remember a time being so embarrassed. You wished that they would just run you over with their expensive tires. There were just too many emotions in such a short period. 

An hour ago a priest was forcing himself on you, telling you God would never allow you to get adopted, and here you were making a fool out of yourself with your new parents. 

That phrase stung so bad you visually imagined pushing it from your mind.

“Did you sort the paperwork?” Lizzie asked in a frosty tone that made you wonder what their relationship problems were like. 

“That and a few other things.” He responded in a tone you assumed only ghosts were capable of. 

“Like what?” She said looking out the window with resentment. 

“Taking the place over.” He responded easily. As if it was no big deal, like spending money on petrol for the car. 

“What do you mean?” This caught her off guard and you watched a bit of hopefulness come to life in her eyes. 

“Saw things.” He hesitated, obviously aware of your presence in the car. “That I didn’t think God would approve of.” You caught a slight smirk on his face in the mirror. His eyes told you it was easier to poke fun at the situation. 

Lizzie hummed in approval, and even though you’d only known them a few minutes it felt like progress. 

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They wanted to give you a few days to settle in before introducing you to the whole family. Something you saw as a bit of a red flag. The house was massive, but it was clean and quiet. Both a blessing and a curse. You were too shy to ask for something to do or go explore. Your bedroom was unbelievably beautiful, and warm. 

There was a knock on the door that caused you to jump. 

“Yeah?” 

“Can I come in?” Lizzie’s voice rang through the door. 

“Of course” You responded stiffly. She came in and smiled at you, she pointed to your bed but you didn't understand what she was looking at. Should you not have been laying on it during the day? 

“Is it alright if I sit?” She asked you and you realized that’s what she meant. 

“Yes!” You sat up straight feeling like an idiot once again. You’d had to sit through two dinners each equally painful due to your rambling. 

“How are you settling in?” She asked kindly. 

“Um, fine. It’s nice. I love my room.” 

“What do you get up to in here?” She looked around with a frown. 

“Mostly sitting and thinking.” You responded blandly. 

“Are you sure I can’t take you shopping for anything?” She’d asked at least three times, and you felt horrible imposing on them further. 

“I don't want to bother you.” You finally broke. She let out a strange laugh. 

“Bother me. All the time. Big stuff little stuff, doesn't matter.” She picked a piece of lint off of your bedspread. “Plus kids cost money you know. That’s no one's fault, so don’t carry it like a burden.” 

Your eyes stung with tears. That was not the narrative you had grown up with parents or none. You’d always been acutely aware of the burden your existence placed on people. Her words made you feel like you were special, not something your parents could give you. This brought on a very large mix of feelings. 

“Don’t cry, really all this is-”  Her face appeared displeased with your reaction and it only made your hurt more. 

“Normal. Not for me, it’s not. If you wanted a kid that was used to this you should have had one yourself.” the words flew out of your mouth and she was up and out of the room before you could try to apologize. You felt so much worse, you wanted to pull out all your hair trying to make it stop. 

You stopped trying to hold the tears back and got up off your bed to apologize. An embarrassing apology was better than them shipping you back. 

You followed the sound of her soft crying sounds. Through a door that was slightly ajar. It was a beautiful nursery. They had tried to have their little spoilt children, the guilt only became worse. 

You locked eyes with her and decided the truth was always best. 

“You treat me better than my parents. But they're dead and it hurts. I don't want to bother you both, it's already some kind of miracle that I got adopted at this age, I don't want to push my luck. Or live through you getting bored of me and then tossing me aside.” 

For a moment you thought she was going to shout at you. But she just nodded in understanding. You both were crying, so why not try to risk a hug. You got down on the sheep skin rug next to her and hugged her. 

Her grief wrapped around you with her slender arms. She pushed your face against her chest and kissed the top of your head. You didn't understand, but the hurt in her felt a lot like the hurt inside of you. So you leaned into the feeling crying just as hard. 

“I lost her. She was born and - nothing anyone could do about it.” She said after a long while. The thought made your heart break all over again. “They told me I couldn't have kids. Spent years avoiding it like it was the plague and now, God it hurts.” 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“I’m sorry for you too. My dad left before I was born, mother passed when I was 13. Prostitute till I was twenty.” She let out a sad laugh. “This life.” She motioned to the house with her arm. “Is not the life I came from and my husband doesn't have much. But he has money, so don’t ever feel bad for spending it.” You looked up at her in shock. There was no way she was telling the truth. She looked like she belonged in a palace like you wanted to trust her with the whole world. So elegant, kind eyes. 

“We’re the same then” you whispered. 

“Absolutely not!  If you become a prostitute I will have officially become the worst mother in history.” She said causing you both to laugh. 

“I’m not good with people.” You joked along. Tommy pushed the door open and you stiffened slightly. No matter how you tried to calm down, he made you uneasy. Like he would be impossible to please or get to know.

“It’s not a whore house?” He said with a confused look having caught the end of the conversation. You’d never seen a man look more confused as the both of you were tear-soaked holding each other on the floor. 

“Not anymore it's not.” Lizzie quipped causing him to almost smile. You wondered what made him so stuck up.

“Good lord, how did you guys make all this money again?” You asked cheekily, causing Lizzie to laugh. 

“Just you wait.” She said lightly, but you couldn't help but know already that it was not God’s work that placed them here.

“Come down for lunch?” he asked you both, still slightly put off by the situation. 

“Yes” she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hands, you watched her walls of composure surround her once again. 

“Come on. Let’s see how much trouble we can get in before supper.” She said helping you up. 

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You stopped by to pick up people on the way to the shops. 

“We’ll get Esme first. She’s John’s wife. Tommy’s younger brother - he made a deal with the Lee family - a bunch of gypsies - Tommy needed men, and she needed a husband. Technically I almost married John. It was a complicated time. But they both get along like a house on fire. She holds him down pretty good, probably the only reason he’s still alive.” You listened as she drove you through the countryside. “Then we’ll get Polly. She’s Tommy’s Aunt. She probably goes up against him the most. She’s some kind of Gypsy royalty, a very peculiar woman, but she means well. Hated Tommy’s first wife Grace. Well, we all hated Grace. Us women tend to stick together. We have to put up a good front against the boys or they raise hell like nothing else.” 

“You’re all gangsters then?” You asked her catching her slightly off guard. 

“Technically he’s a gangster turned politician. But trust me having been on the receiving end of both there really isn't a difference.” 

You blushed at her words and tried to hold your tongue. 

“I shouldn't have said that last part.” She flicked her cigarette case open and lit one up. “Forget I said that.” but you started laughing. You pulled up to a country-style house, chickens squawking loudly at the car engine. 

“Oi! That is not a baby!” A woman with wild curly hair approached the car. She slid into the backseat and you felt awkward sitting in the front. You looked at her looking you over. “Total babe, but not a baby.” She said with wide eyes in disbelief.

“She’s fifteen,” Lizzie responded looking at you like you were a brand new car. 

“Good lord. Going to have to beat the boys off of her. She’s pretty like you.” 

You blushed heavily at her words unsure of what to do with the attention. 

“Eh, as long as we keep her close I think we’ll manage just fine.” Lizzie smiled and turned the car around. 

“I’m Esme, I’m sure Lizzie caught you up to speed.” She lit a cigarette and smiled at you as you introduced yourself. She asked you lots of questions, about how you liked the place. 

“It’s cold. You can say it, love.” Esme blurted out. “It’s a monument to Grace. Should have been burnt down the second she left us.” You could tell this was a part of the stormy ocean of problems that rested between your adopted parents. You put that piece of knowledge into your back pocket. You pulled up to a stylish-looking complex and a woman in a black suit and sunglasses approached the car. 

“I was going to offer to babysit for you when you need a rest - but by the looks of it I’ll be asking you for help, love.” 

“How many kids do you have?” You asked while you waited. 

“Too fuckin’ many,” Polly responded climbing into the back seat. “I thought you asked Tommy for a baby, not a miniature replica of yourself?” 

“Come off it Pol,” Lizzie said starting the car. 

“I’m serious, I thought I was seein’ a bloody ghost. I’ve known you since you were the size of a potato, when I say she looks just like ya, I fuckin’ mean it.” 

You looked at Lizzie and wished you looked even a fraction of how beautiful she was. 

“How's he managing with this then? He was always good with the kids when they were little but I can’t imagine he’d know what to do with her.” Polly said stealing Esme’s cigarette. 

“Eh, like everything else, he’s adjusting.” Everyone seemed to find this funny. 

“You look at me, that boy gives you any trouble you call me alright. I’ll set him straight.” She was strong like Thomas but soft like Lizzie, and something distinctly her own. You could tell she was in charge. 

“Thank you.” You said sheepishly unsure of what else to say. 

“You're welcome, love,” She said kindly. 

Shopping was a lot. You cried on the way home and they had a unique way of comforting you while also making fun of you, making you laugh. Once you started laughing with them it seemed impossible to stop. You assumed that you would all pile into the sitting room, but instead, you piled into the kitchen, which quickly became your favorite space in the house. A large wooden table surrounded by something that felt so perfectly warm. Grace clearly didn’t touch this space much. 

They poured you cranberry juice and set into a bottle of whiskey. The jokes got worse as the night progressed and for once your sharp tongue and misplaced comments brought a great deal of joy. 

“Where did you find this girl!” Esme said between laughs 

“Fighting off a Nun in a hallway,” Lizzie replied still laughing from the joke before. Tommy and you assumed his brothers appeared in the doorway.

“Wow, Looks like you Lizzie, but with Tom’s eyes” John said, or you thought it was him because he went to stand behind Esme and she looked up at him in a way you hadn't seen before. 

“And his mouth.” Esme quipped and you hoped it was a compliment. He reached across the table to shake your hand. 

“John” 

“It’s nice to meet you” You introduced your self. Arthur came and gave you a crushing hug. 

“They got you out numbered now brother.” He joked letting you go to pour himself a glass of whiskey.

Tommy gave you a tense look, like he was worried about something. He took the seat next to you puting space between you and the boys. 

“Might be enough women to put some life back into this place.” Polly said with twinkling eyes. 

“I’ll try my best.” You responded quickly seeing that Tommy didn’t seem happy. 

He stuck close to your side, sliding glasses of Whiskey away from you as the boys started drinking. His youngest brother was only a few years older than you, and he showed up with a bunch more men that introduced themselves politely before joining into the savagery. 

You scooted your self along the bench to sit closer to Tommy not knowing the others well enough to want to sit as close. 

“Thank you, Lord, for blessing us with such a wonderful girl! May she shine bright for us in these dark times. To the newest Shelby!” Arthur’s voice boomed and your face turned bright red. Everyone finished a drink, but you caught Lizzie and Tommy sharing a look. 

Tommy put his arm around and you were grateful to have something to lean into with all the commotion. They were the loudest and rudest, most funny group of people you’d ever seen. 

“Think it’s time for bed, eh?” He asked you quietly and you nodded. 

“Alright! Clear out you lot. She’s got to get to bed. We can have a proper dinner tomorrow night!” Tommy called out causing a few groans. 

“But we just got here!” Finn mumbled.

Everyone said their goodbyes and goodnights to you moving out of the kitchen. Polly placed a kiss to your forehead. She said something in a different language, to which Tommy responded with a sharp nodd. 

Once everyone had piled out the front door, they took you up to your room. You hit the bed feeling more tired than you could ever remember.

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You slowly became more at ease around Tommy. Sitting alone at the table didn’t frighten you nearly as much. You heard him shout at people occasionally and that made you determined to keep your distance. 

It wasn't until Lizzie stayed away for a night getting stuck at Esme’s due to a storm. You assured her that you ate dinner and that everything was fine. In reality, you'd been sitting by the front window praying for her to come back. You hated storms and you’d just trusted that she’d be there and know what to do about it. 

Eventually you decided to retreat to your room to avoid any conflict. 

“Goodnight.” You poked your head into his study. 

“Night, love.” He responded kindly looking up from his papers. You thought about bothering him for a moment, telling him that you were scared. You decided to slip up to your bedroom instead. Girls your age didn't get scared of these types of things. 

Without Lizzie, there was an impending sense of doom about the place. Like there was pressure pushing down on you. Listening to things creak and shift, you had an idea that maybe without Lizzie here Grace’s ghost would try to snatch you up. 

Laying there listening to the storm and the house, your mind cooked up a story of revenge. Grace would kill you to get back at Lizzie for stealing her mourning husband. Maybe that’s why Lizzie’s baby wasn't born right. Your heart started to race as your stomach twisted.

There must have been some deeper story, Lizzie always seemed like she was very hurt by Grace, despite having come into Tommy’s life after. But Polly’s known Lizzie since she was a baby….

Questions were swirling in your mind non stop trying to make sense of it all. Your door made a horrid sscreeching sound and you let out a scream in response, pulling the blankets up above your head. 

“LEAVE ME ALONE GRACE.” You shouted hoping that it was enough that you could see it was her this whole time. She’d be deterred by your cleverness and the quilt Polly had made you. 

The quilt was tugged away from your face and you balled your fists ready to fight her off. However you looked up at Tommy’s horrified face instead. 

“I don’t do well with storms” You blurted out hoping that would make it better. You both looked at eachother for a moment.

“Let’s make some tea.” He said firmly. You knew that you’d fucked up and the last thing you wanted to do was have tea over the situation. You got up and he pulled your quilt around you, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you moved down the stair case. 

You watched him light a fire in the kitchen and grab two glasses and fill them with whiskey. 

He passed one to you and sat across from you, he took off his glasses and placed them on the table.

“Why do you think my first wife is out to get you?” He cut right to the chase.

“I got scared of the storm, and Lizzie is trapped, Grace- it’d be the perfect opportunity to get revenge on Lizzie for stealing her mourning husband.” You rushed the words out wishing you were dead. Tommy actually chuckled.

“That’s the story you’d been told then?” 

“No, just the one that made sense.” 

“How so?” He took a sip of whiskey. 

“Everyone says this place is some kind of shrine for her, Lizzie hates it. Hates her, why exactly,  I’m not sure but I know it’s because she’s hurt.” 

“Lizzie is hurt by Grace?” He asked with a wrinkled brow, you didn't think he was capable of such emotions. 

“That’s obvious.” You said sadly. He made a humming noise.

“I didn’t intend to marry Lizzie. She got pregnant and I married her.” He answered easily, suddenly you were very angry at him. Happy he did right by her and married her but - 

“Doesn’t mean she hasn’t always loved you.” You argued. 

“Is that so?” 

“Obviously. Have you ever looked at her? This place, the family, everything, me. Obviously.” You were dumbfounded. How on earth could someone so smart and sharp be so daft. “She puts up with a lot of shit around here. Not once has she ever mentioned leaving or hating you.” 

“Perhaps I should talk to her about it.” 

“You’d better. Everywhere we go men look at her.” You said trying to scare him into doing the right thing. 

“I’m sure they do, she’s a pretty woman.” He answered tensly. Suddenly you started to worry that maybe he wont ever love her, and if that was the case he would certainly never learn to love you. Panic started to wash over you.

“Do you want to watch the storm then?” 

“How?” You answered even more uneasy. He got up and you followed him through to the dark sitting room. He pulled the curtains open adding the slitghtest bit of light to the room. You helped him turn the couch around to face the big window. 

You watched him pour more wiskey and sit down motioning for you to do the same. Wrapped in Polly’s quilt you sat next to him and he put his arm around your shoulders.

“The only way to stop being scared is to face the thing that scares you.” He explained easily. He held you close to his side as you watched the dark figures of trees swaying violently. The lightening causing you to jump. Eventually things calmed down but you found yourself wishing that it would continue on so you could spend more time sitting like this. He just sat with you tucked into his side sipping his whiskey. 

“ I do care for you and Lizzie. More than anything.” He kissed the top of your head. “Things in the past weren't always easy or safe. Keeping her at arm's length seemed like the best way to keep her from ending up like Grace.” 

You listened to his voice in the dark, feelingthe pain in his words. 

“However, I would hate for her to leave me for a man at the shops.” He said lightly and you snorted. 

“Sorry for overstepping - I didn’t mean that she looked back at them” 

“S’alright.” He answered easily. Suddenly you saw headlights coming up the drive. You felt his body tense. “Hide behind the desk,” he said seriously. He grabbed a gun hidden in the paneling on the wall. You could hear the door open and to your relief, you heard Lizzie’s voice. 

“Fuck sake, Thomas! A gun! Scared the bloody life out of me!” She started to scold him but suddenly she stopped. “Are you alright? Where is she?! I knew something was wrong! Where-” her voice was muffled and you assumed it was because he was holding her.

“She’s fine, in the sitting room” He answered calmly.

“The sitting room at this hour!” 

You got up and moved back to the couch hoping that they might sit with you a while longer before going up to bed. 

“Why is the couch the wrong way?” She asked sitting down pulling you against her. “Miss me enough to sit up at the window like a couple of dogs.” 

“Something like that.” You said enjoying the way she held you tightly. Tommy came to sit down on the other side of you. His arm came across your shoulders pulling Lizzie towards you slightly. 

“Did you give her whiskey? She smells like distillery.”

“One glass to calm her nerves, won’t hurt her any.” You felt him reach over you to kiss the top of her head. 

“Alright. But don’t you go turning into your father.” She said sternly causing you to laugh. 

You sat for a while with the them till eventually the gray sky started to brighten with the sun of the next day. 

“Let’s get to bed. We can all get in a nap before the day starts.” Tommy said. Lizzie followed you through to your room to help you into bed and make sure you were okay. After you were settled you heard them talking down the hall and hoped that he was ready to face his fears. 

The next day you all had breakfast around noon in the kitchen. Lizzie and Tommy seemed in better spirits, might have had something to do with the marks on her neck, but you hoped he’d talked to her about the situation. 

After that night things were noticeably different. You went to school and tried to get along with the other kids, your marks were not great, leading to long nights in the kitchen studying extra with various family members. Esme was the best person to sit with, having learned maths and reading from her mother. She knew how to encourage you without stressing you out. 

Tommy on the other hand would look over the material and already look stressed. He always tried to keep his temper in check, but it was unbearable feeling him be frustrated with you. Eventually he caught on that you did worse with him there because of the added pressure, he learned to just sit next to you and work on his problems and offer you help when you needed it. 

It took a lot of struggling but eventually you were caught up and getting good marks. 

Things were going well till some old business needed to be handled. Tommy was to go away for two weeks, something that seemed to crush Lizzie. 

To her surprise he called her everynight. You’d watch her sitting on kitchen counter talking and occasionally laughing. Then he’d talk to you about school and the weather, telling you that he missed you. That was when you realised that something must be very wrong. He was clearly in a great deal of danger where ever he was. Polly came to stay at the house with Arthur, you enjoyed having them around but it only confirmed your suspicion. Everyone seemd it was best to keep you in the dark on the whole thing. 

 When he came back he was very different. Somebody, or some people, were most certainly dead. A great relief fell over the family and something was different about him. He had a smile on his face when she rushed to the door to greet him. You watched how they held eachother and thought back to when you’d first met them. Things were very different. You eventually butted into the hug feeling left out. 

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Extra Blurb. 

Eventually the unthinkable happened. The boy you had your eye on at school asked you out. Not knowing what to do or what the rules are you decided to get some more information on him make sure he was worth the risk of asking. 

Finn laughed at you.

“Not from the best family. But not a rival either, Tommy’s sure to have a fit, and Lizzie, I’m not sure. All in all, I don't mind the guy, you might be better off not telling them.” He said looking out the stained glass window of the Garrison. “If he gives you a hard time, come see me yeah? Don’t let him take you out of Small Heath” He looked at you seriously. 

“Sure thing.” You said getting up. You shouted a thank you over your shoulder rushing out of the pub. 

You thought long and hard about the situation. He made you laugh, didnt seem to care to much about your last name or who your dad was. Didn’t care that you were adopted. He was very polite, but enjoyed your peculiar sense of humor and misplaced words. 

You thought about turning him down. It was too complicated and anything that would upset your parents was too much of a burden. Thinking of what you would say to him, your heart gave a painful wrench. 

You went downstairs towards Tommy’s study. God this boy better be worth it or you’d put him in the ground. 

You poked your head in to see him writing and Lizzie sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. 

“Erm - So.” You started and watched them both look up at you. 

“What are you wearing?” Lizzie said smiling at your dress. 

“Go upstairs and change” Tommy cut you off before you could respond.

“Theres a boy -” You watched his face fall into his hands. “And he’s picking me up in a half hour if that’s allowed.” You fumbled with your words, wanting them to say yes badly.

“What boy” They said at the same time, giving eachother a glare. 

“Noah Solomons. I met him at school.” you responded expecting an explosion. 

“No. absolutley not. No way on earth am I sending you anywhere with him.” 

“Finn said he’s alright.” You started by stopped once he let out a sigh. 

“Finn! Fucking bastard.” He pinnched the bridge of his nose. 

“Where is he taking you then?” Lizzie asked

“Just around Small Heath for dinner. I told him that I can’t be out late.” Your face got red and you looked out the window.

“Put on a longer dress. The purple one, and put your hair up -” 

“Tommy! Don’t make her wear the purple one” Lizzie started to argue but stopped once she saw the look on his face. Her eyes narrowed back at him. 

“How bout I wear the red one -” 

“The black one is fine” They both answered suddently. 

“Just put on a cardigan,” Lizzie said getting up. “I have a nice one upstairs.” You followed her up to her bedroom. She pulled out a nice cardigan and some less opaque stockings. After you’d changed you looked yourself over, more modest, but that wasn't a bad thing. Especially if it got Tommy’s blood pressure back down. Lizzie got your hair up and you were grateful for her help. 

“Do you think dad will let me go?” You asked as she fixed your make up. 

“Dont think he can stop you. But, we’ve done business with his father. I think he’s worried this is apart of some elaborate plan.” 

“I don’t think so, but I’ll keep an eye on him” You were even more nervous now. Lizzie gave you lots of advice and you felt bad making her this worried. When you walked down stairs you could see Tommy talking to Noah at the door. 

You loved the way his face lit up when his eyes landed on you, he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. You watched the front door swing shut, keeping him on the other side. 

“No.” He said firmly looking at Lizzie.

“Going to have to let her find her own way sometimes.” 

“No I don’t. Not with boys, not dressed like that.” He responded angrily. 

“Look, I told Finn where we are going, he said him and Isaiah would be around to keep an eye out. I’ve known him for the past two school years. I - please” You looked up at him in what you hoped were puppy dog eyes. You saw the conflict rage in his eyes.

“Fine.” He sighed in defeat. “But you don’t like something, anything, you call me from the restaurant and -” You cut him off with a big hug. 

“I won’t be out too late. Love ya” You said flying out the door before he could change his mind. 

__

He kissed you on the cheek on the door step, promising to take you out again next weekend. After saying goodnight you watched as he drove down the drive way before opening the front door.

You were surprised at how quiet it was. You slipped your shoes off and followed the lamp light into the sitting room. Much like the day with the storm, they sat on the sofa turned around to face the large window. You moved towards them to see your dad looking beyond relieved, and mum asleep on his lap. 

“So how was it then?” He asked you handing you the last bit of whiskey in his glass. You sat down next to him, watching him look you over for anything out of place. 

“Felt a bit like the Queen to be honest. More Blinders than people in that restaurant. Not to mention people watching from their windows.” You gave him a look as he started out the window. “But he was nice. I -He is nice, I enjoyed myself”

“Just for food then straight back?” 

“You already know that’s what happened. Can you help me get the pins out of my hair?” You turned away from him and felt him struggle to find them, pulling slightly too hard. 

“What? No, this is my job hands off.” Lizzie said groggily. “What did I miss? Tell me everything.” You felt the two of them shift and Lizzie's expert hands start bringing your hair down. By the time she’d gotten it brushed Polly and Esme had showed up for a full debrief in the kitchen. 

You were giggling like mad for hours with them, hearing their stories about past lovers. Some sweet, other cautionary. Eventually it was time for bed and you stopped into Tommy’s office before going to wash up. 

“Dad.” He gave you a shocked look then you realised what you had said. You didnt feel like apologizing though, too tired to make a big deal of it. You leaned over and gave him a hug. “Thanks for letting me go tonight.” You felt his arms wrap around you tightly. 

“I don't like it, and there will be lots to talk about tomorrow. But I'm happy that you're happy.” You kissed his cheek then headed up to bed. You knew that he’d probably already called Noah’s father, a tense conversation awaited you, but you had no doubt it was because he loved you.

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[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- Strained Relationship Pt2

YNs forced to follow Luca with a gun against her  head. Turns out her brothers did come for her, but she doesn't hold out much hope that they will  all to survive this. Tommy stands in front of Luca and his men with Finn and Polly behind him

"All that's left of the Peaky Fucking Blinders" Luca says standing behind a table. He motions for YN to step forward with his fingers. The man who has a gun against her head pushes her in to Luca who takes him in his arms "pretty things isn't she. Shame for her to die, but I have to do what's needed if you don't comply"

"Let her go Changretta, she has nothing to do with the business" Tommys deep voice shocks YN

"Ive had my lawyer draw up these papers" Luca says ignoring Tommy as one of his men place down a huge wad of powers "they cover, er,

every enterprise in your possession. Bars, restaurants, warehouses, every fucking thing that you've taken all these years to gather together. You will sign them all over to my family. Or your sister is going to die, right here in front of you" his hold tightens on YN "search em" Lucas men walk past Luca and YN to her brothers and aunt. They remove any guns or knifes they may have on them. Lucas attention is back on YN "maybe the treat of having her killed isn't enough. Maybe I should have had her hand in marriage. Breed her then kill her, shame for her to go to waste. You can sign them on your knees on the floor" Tommy doesn't move which causes Luca to once again place a gun agains YNs head "get on your fucking knees and sign!" he yells making YN flinch. Tommy slowly lowers to his knees

"As a friend of mine once said big fucks small. So I had to find someone bigger than you. Now, you may know there are two families in Brooklyn who want to take over your monopoly on the import of liquor into New York"

"But if they moved against you in New York they'll start a war between the families" Polly states

"But if you were to die in a vendetta with some fucking bookmaker in Birmingham, they could take over your business without a war"

"We also contacted a businessman in Chicago. He's also interested in moving into the liquor business in New York"

"His name is Alphonse Capone"

"You been talking to that fat fuck?"

"All the blood relatives you brought with you from New York, they're all dead Mr Changretta. And these men here, they work for money, for the highest bidder. They have now new orders"

"Is that right?" Luca pushes YN from his grip to one of the men holding a gun "kill her" YN closes her eyes waiting for the sound and pain to arrive, but it doesn't. Instead there's a chuckle from Tommy "fine" Luca pulls out his own gun and points it towards YN, but Tommy manages to push it away, attacking Luca. That's when YN sees her eldest brother, her brother who she thought was dead. Arthur pulls out a gun and shoot Luca killing him instantly "tell your people in Chicago that Michael Gray will sign import license to New York. 300 barrels of English Dry Gin a month"

"Leave. All of ya" Arthur says. Before YN can think her feet are moving towards her oldest brother who immediately wraps her up in his arms "your ok. Your safe"

"Let's get 'er home with a cup of tea in 'er hands" Tommy says looking at Finn and Polly.

"How are you feeling love?" Polly asks placing a cup in front of her niece

"I had excepted my fate, thought I was gonna die"

"Tommy wouldn't have let that happen"

"What so I can be a pawn in another one of his games? Maybe I would have better off..."

"Don't say that YN"

"I'm surprised Tommy came to be honest"

"Tommy was out there looking for you YN. He found your purse, you bag, the blood, YN he was so scared that you had been killed"

"But Tommy hates me?" YN looks up at her aunt confused

"He doesn't hate you YN. Your remind him of your mother. Your the spitting imagine of her. Tommy took her death the hardest"

"But even as children we didn't get on Poll"

"You stole the attention YN, well in Tommys eyes you did"

"That's not my fault"

"I'm not saying it was, but I just want you to understand that Tommy doesn't hate you. Your family always will be" the door opens and in walks Tommy himself

"Poll can you leave us" polly gets up nodding and leaves the room. Tommy takes her place and sits opposite YN. It's silent while YN drinks her tea

"I'm glad your safe" he finally says

"Yeah" YN breathes out "Polly told me the reason why we don't get on. Said I look like mother"

"Not just that, you act like her, which scares me"

"Why?"

"I was close to her and she left YN"

"Tom she died in childbirth, it's not like she deliberately abandoned us like our father" YN frowns

"I know, but today scared me YN. We may not be close but your still my sister and I care about you"

"Who knew Luca Changretta would be the one to bring us together" both YN and Tommy chuckle

"After today you need something stronger than tea. Here" Tommy takes out his hip flask with no doubt Irish Whiskey inside. He tips it into the her cup, but when Polly comes back into the room Tommy places his fingers on his lips telling YN to stay quiet. Maybe this is the start of a friendship forming between the two siblings.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #john shelby #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #finn shelby #shelby sister #sister shelby

[evita-shelby]

Earn me

Part four (the final one lol)

Parts 1, 2, and 3

Gif by @prettieparker86

Taglist: @jyessaminereads

Earn me.

You could lie and say you are above bragging about your engagement ring.

Not many people could afford one here and some didn’t care about the trend.

The black onyx was nestled between two small alexandrite stones that emphasized the emerald cut of the stone. It was stunning and reminded you of the rings the Shelbys always wore.

Much, much finer than Ada’s and Polly's were. It marked you as Tommy Shelby's property even without them seeing your initials inscribed on the inside.

Hence why you chose to brag about it to Grace.

“Isn’t it the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen?” you asked as you shoved your hand directly into her line of sight.

You had a theory that she had been tasked with seducing Tommy, and Tommy being vulnerable and wanting to be who he used to be before the war fell hook, line and sinker.

“Yes, Miss (L/N), it is.” The blonde forced herself to smile.

Tommy was Thomas and you were forever Miss (L/N). She had fallen for him; you could read it in her face. In the hidden pain at knowing you had made him throw her over by coming back.

If you had stayed gone, she might’ve won him.

You know how these types of people think.

They believed that they were always right, that because they wanted something they should have it no matter how many people they stepped over, hurt and killed to get it.

Ada had been collateral damage; she’d only pretended to be her friend to get to Tommy.

Too bad for Grace that Tommy loved his sister more than a no-good barmaid.

Someone should’ve told Grace how Tommy had humiliated the girls who used Ada to get close to him.

Grace won’t be the exception.

“Careful, (Y/N) she might try to steal it too.” Polly said with a knowing smirk.

Grace at least had the decency to look embarrassed. Word on the street was that she had taken to stringing along Arthur to make Tommy jealous.

Not that it worked, Tommy was hell bent on proving to you that he’d never go to Grace or Lizzie or any woman who wasn’t you.

And you were inclined to believe him.

Maybe you could forgive him, but you’d drag this out a little longer. Just for fun.

“(Y/N), let’s go, the pigs are after me. I lost my bargaining power, we need to lie low for a while.” There is no preamble, just Tommy taking your hand as Harry leads the two of you through the back where the car is.

“My place in the country, Grace doesn’t know where it is.” You suggest. Although the little house your grandparents had left you was rather obvious, it was the only place you could keep him safe.

Better safe with you than in the cell next to Freddie Thorne.

----

“You must think I'm a bloody fool.”

You allowed him to sleep in the same bed as you, allowed him to say you were man and wife to the nosy neighbors, but he still needed to do more if he wanted to you to allow him to touch you.

So here you were, sharing a bed with him. Him smoking and you on your side with your back to him.

You ached for him, but you needed him to ear it. You weren’t a pushover, not the type to forgive him easily. Something he’d forgotten when he came back a stranger in your boyfriend’s body.

“I do,” but I know you aren’t the same Tommy who got on that fucking train. He won’t tell you much of what he suffered over there, but you know it was something horrible enough to make him so different.

But he valued you remaining unchanged, he’d said so himself after ranting about how his aunt and sister walked on eggshells around him and his brothers now.

“I thought that if I caved to her charms I could find out why she was so hell bent on going after me. Only ended up fucking everything up.” He says putting out the cigarette on the pretty ashtray on his side of the bed.

You know he’s looking at you, you can feel his eyes on you anywhere. You used to say that was your power, to know when he’s thinking of you.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

Its so genuine it makes your heart melt. You wonder if you can keep torturing him for your pleasure.

“I forgive you, Tom.” You decide you can’t.

It’s New Year’s Day when the two of you finally marry.

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby x reader

[tricobicofriend]

Edits of the Calamity Trio, Plantars, and concepts for a character from an Amphibia dream I had! Sorry for the one gillion variations of Anne(? Anne's twin?)'s armor, i couldn't remember or decide on a color scheme. Thinking of making an au & oc out of the dream! Anyways, the dream is as follows(edited from my original text dump onto a random doc):

Hop Pop may have been more salmon/reddish, Sprig more melon(crayola)/orangeish, Polly more pink/violet-red(crayola).

There was a medicine frog(consultant on vibes by inherent or potion-enhanced divinity/clairvoyance), she was a squat lilac frog(toad-shaped chin?) who reminded me of Maddie's village/town role had she been grown up at the time of the (actual canon) show. Maybe Maddie was training as a hobby to become one?(Very much something she'd chosen and could back out of at any time, nothing she was pressured into, each frog had their own take on the job, the important part was protecting the village.) Wartwood was more of a village than a town, just a little bigger & more spread out than Ichigo/the tlg boy's village.

I was Anne, but i was like a me version of Anne?, with hella anxiety, wearing a lot more blue than canon Anne, and in possession of my soft pj pants & a soft human-made blanket from earth. Sasha was from Newtopia & wore a swap au(like had she landed in Newtopia) outfit but less shirt-and-skirt under the armor and more dress, kinda cocoon segments of very pale to more saturated pastel coral-y pinks. Marcy wore her same Amphibia outfit as in canon, but w more of a toad touch? That or she was also raised /taken in by newts, just in a more rural area than Sasha.

Marcy and Sasha had come to the village to find either others of their kind(had heard rumors of me/Anne/Anne's twin) or their long lost bff(Anne, which they were hoping it was). It was either a Lost And Found AU situation except we ended up in Amphibia a couple to few years earlier than in canon, or were raised in Amphibia since ending up there as defenseless toddlers.

When they came I was recovering from an anxiety attack and so couldn't reliably evaluate their danger level when they asked to come into & stay at our village to get to know me, so the medicine frog did the danger evaluation instead. I remember being embarrassed that my outfit/clothes were so plain compared to them both, since I only wore my school uniform(how was it still my size?? dream logic?? coincidentally uniform-like outfit custom-made for Anne's twin/me?) and some frog-made(not from Newtopia, but was like a recolor of her canon armor) armor chest piece.

Later, we were at a bar countertop but lower like the ones in haircut places, and Hop Pop let me curl around his feet bc he knew I needed it after my anxiety attack and the stress of meeting new people(let alone those of my own species), and he talked pleasantries & politics with Grimes & Sasha & Marcy while I snuggled in my blanket & soft pj pants under the counter. My sister & brother (Polly & Sprig) were v supportive abt my anxiety, as much as Hop Pop was, even if they didn't quite understand it as much.

#amphibia #amphibia au #dreams #my dreams #long post #my amphibia drawings #my drawings #my edits #my ss edits #amphibia twin dream

[urlexaprohoe]

Dear Y/N…

This is the second part of „Dear Mother“, which was supposed to be a One Shot. I got a really sweet request to write about Tommy‘s reaction to the aftermath and I LOVED the idea. So, here you go…

Dear Mother

Thomas Shelby deals with his wife and son leaving him after the war and decides to write to them…

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of war

864 words

Thomas slammed his hands on his desk. This couldn’t be true, she couldn’t have just left him. He was fighting back tears but he didn’t know if it was sadness or anger rushing through his body. His hands slammed on the wooden table once again, knocking over some of the objects on it.

“Are you okay?” Polly entered the room with a concerned look on her face. “She’s gone.” That was everything he had been able to say before the tears started to pour. More angry than he was before, he wiped them away. The woman in front of him bit her lip. She knew that she couldn’t say what she wanted to say to him, she couldn’t tell him the truth: It was his own fault. But he knew.

“We have to get her back!” Arthur slammed a fist on the side table next to him, making Ada flinch. Every person in the room was shocked, thinking about what to do. Nobody would have expected this outcome, not even Ada and Polly. Sure, they knew that she was unhappy, but leaving her whole life behind?

Thomas was the only one quiet. He just stared at the wall, thinking about what to do next. “Tommy, say something, please!” Now it was Ada who was getting frustrated. Y/N had been like a sister to her, the best friend she never really had growing up. Having to continue her normal life without her was something she didn’t want to imagine.

“Leave this room.” Everybody was just staring at Thomas with a confused look on their faces. He looked up to them and rolled his eyes. “NOW.”

As soon as he was alone, Thomas sighed and picked up a pen and a sheet of paper. He knew that they couldn’t get her back by force. So he did the only thing any ordinary man would do…

Dear Y/N,

I am truly sorry for all of the pain that I have caused to you during the last few months. I know that I haven’t been there for you, not mentally nor physically.

I have seen terrible things, my dear. And I know that it changed me, I know that I have become a man so unlovable, that even his beautiful wife and son left him behind. Who am I to decide where you should live your life? I am not going to chase after you like the criminal Iˋve become. I want to give you the choice of being with who you want to be. I’m sure that you know whatˋs best for Charles, how could I? I haven’t spent enough time with him to know that.

Business has become difficult to handle. I know that you probably hate that word by now since I have spent so much more time with my business than I did with my family. But I don’t know how to look in those beautiful eyes of yours without thinking that I’m not the man you deserve. Not anymore.

There are voices in my head, Y/N. And during the night, they get loud, almost unbearable. They remind me of the terrible things I’ve had to do in order to survive in France.

If I could be able to make up for all the bad I’ve caused in your life, I would. I wouldn’t just give those beautiful roses to you, I’d let them plant a whole garden for you. You’d never have to be alone, Charles wouldn’t have to grow up without a father by his side.

I want to be the perfect husband and the perfect father but I fear that I might not be able to. But seeing the empty house made me realize that there might be a chance to give you back what you deserve. I don’t know about you, my dear, but I want to take that chance.

If you decide that a new life is the best choice for both you and our son, I will respect that choice of yours. You will get money every month, the both of you won't ever have to live a bad life. I will do everything in my power to make your new life as comfortable as possible, no matter how far away you are.

Some of my best men will be sent to your new home, they will make sure that nobody will lay a finger on you without you wanting it.

But I do ask for one favor in return. Please tell Charles about his father. I want him to know that he is always welcome to come back to me and his family if he desires.

But darling, if you should consider coming back to once again be with me, I will wait for you with open arms. I don’t know if I truly deserve a second chance after failing at being both a father and a husband. But I will be waiting for the both of you, no matter how long it takes you to come back to me. And I will try to finally be the man the both of you deserve. I will make you proud of this family.

I love you,

Thomas Shelby

#thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby one shot #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders one shot #peaky blinders #arthur shelby #ada shelby

[mommaspooky]

i love your art style, it feels so nostalgic! reminds me of so many different cartoons- Total Drama, Phineas and Ferb, Amphibia, Polly Pocket, Danny Phantom, Kim Possible- and each character looks so unique! im curious to see more of your comic and to get to know your oc Sam! might have to ask for fun fact crumbs of her 👀

YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY 😭😭 thank you so much! <3 I'm really into old cartoons! My inspiration are the old Powerpuff Girls (especially how they draw their backgrounds.), My life as a Teenage robot, and Spectacular Spider-Man! <3

Some fun facts about Samara!

Samara was born and raised in South Park.

Her birthday is on 12/27.

She is half-Cuban (Her mom) and half-Scottish (Her dad).

Samara has a younger sister whose name is Dolores.

She's in a band with Stan, Kenny, Jimmy, and Butters (she's the second singer and sometimes plays the guitar).

Samara is top of her class (academic rival with Kyle 👀). She's insanely smart.

She's good at gymnastics and Judo (High rank).

#south park fandom #south park oc #free-spirit-roses #south park original character

[shirkers2018dirsanditan]

i love being around middle aged black women that smell like menthols because they remind me of my aunts. when i was a kid and we still lived in louisville and we would be at their houses all the time and i was so happy honestly. my aunt sharon would always take me and my sister to family dollar and we would get polly pockets and her stepdaughter my cousin mariah collected barbies and she also had some old barbies we would play with and also they had an apple tree in the backyard. and also she had candle warmers and we would dip our fingers in. and sometimes my other cousins would come and we would play hide and seek and tag. then my aunt vickie usually worked all day but it was actually my cousin brittany that was watching us and she also did our hair and my cousin nasha was also almost always there and she painted our nails and she had a TON of old bratz and barbies that she let us play with but then their old house burned down so they moved and at the new house my sister and i would watch mtv all day and play games on this big ass computer they had. and we just had so much fun

#we stayed with my aunt teresa less and she didnt smoke but it was always fun too #especially because she had this game on her computer that i was obsessed with #it was basically like you didnt let the ball fall you used it to clear the bricks with a sliding paddle #you know the kind of game #but i thought the graphics were so nice lmao #she lived in an apartment which i also thought was so cool lmao

[diamond-vic]

Nobody gives the Plantars any attention!!! So I wanted to talk a bit about what Anne does for the Plantars, especially Hop Pop

(hoping this is coherent enough.. I have a good bit to say and a hard time saying it)

Hop Pop is clearly haunted by the death of his grandchildren’s parents (one of whom was his child, who he never speaks of!! Keep this in mind) and this manifests in many different ways in seasons 1 and 2. He worries about what Sprig’s future will be, thinking he can’t deliver a life that Sprig deserves. He keeps Sprig and Polly in the valley for their whole lives, and, even when he finally allows them to leave, enforces strict overbearing rules in the name of keeping them away from dangers, to the detriment of their enjoyment of the trip at all. He clings to the tradition he has always known, even when his grandchildren voice annoyance. And he hides the music box from Anne, even when he knows that it was the key to her arriving in Amphibia and so likely her key back home.

I’ve said it before, but the way that Sprig calls out to Anne for comfort from his nightmare before his grandfather, and the way he speaks to Anne about his mom in Hopping Mall comes across as if he has never voiced his insecurities about forgetting his mother before, and is more comfortable voicing them to her than he is his blood family (to me, at least; it’s definitely a bit of an interpretation, but it is in line with what we see of the Plantars). When After The Rain tells the story of how Sprig and Polly’s parents died, both young frogs try to stop Hop Pop from going on, Sprig even telling him how ‘that wasn’t your fault’. Hop Pop ignores them and goes on to tell Anne how their parents were killed in a heron attack when he was journeying outside the valley, and that he is sure that had he been there, he’d have saved them.

This is where my ‘keep this in mind’ from earlier comes back. Throughout the entire show, the Plantars never mention the absence of the middling generation whatsoever until Hopping Mall. Not Hoppop, not Polly, nor Sprig, who clearly has guilt over not remembering his parents fully in Hopping Mall. It seems as if the topic became sort of a taboo within the house nearly entirely, and with Hop Pop’s admittance that he believes their deaths are on his back, the overall behavior of Hop Pop and Sprig’s specifically in Hopping Mall makes much more sense.

None of the Plantars want to discuss what happened and how it still was hurting them all. Sprig, afraid of hurting Hop Pop by reminding him of his guilt, keeps his uncertainties to himself, as Polly likely doesn’t remember their parents enough for him to confide in her, and he doesn’t want to burden his younger sister anyway. Hop Pop never speaks of his own child, but their death haunts his mind, and he is determined to ensure that he never drops his vigilance and never fails to protect his family again. He stops them from doing reckless things, yes, but he also keeps them from just being kids. He refuses to let go of the past, both from when he was young, and the deaths he feels he caused. He never brings them outside the valley, or leaves himself- how could he, when a journey outside the valley contributed to the death of his grandchildren’s parents? Collectively, the Plantars simply never really heal and move on from their losses. They don’t allow themselves to confront that it happened and go on living afterward.

Everything changes for them when Anne comes to Amphibia. The Plantars, and especially Hop Pop, teach Anne the value of working hard and help her build her character, of course; but SHE also helps the Plantars loosen up and live again. It is often Anne that incites Sprig and Polly to challenge the way Hop Pop acts, and it is her journey to Newtopia that makes him realize that he is being too hard on them all.

It is when Anne learns Hop Pop hid the music box from her, even knowing how much it meant to her and how it was her key home, that Hop Pop is forced to confront that his fear-fueled actions have devastating consequences on the people he was trying to protect. He made the choice of Sprig and Polly over Anne, and even if he regrets it and wishes to take it back, he can’t just pretend that the reason he did it erases what he did. Even when Anne forgives them, the two still need time to truly heal past that. But they do heal past it!

It isn’t hard to see how Hop Pop, who has been trying to ignore the event up to now, takes a big step when he truly acknowledges how that event caused this major choice he made. Hop Pop loves his family beyond all else, and he is willing to change his ways for the good of them. He already makes a step towards listening to his grandkids in early season 1, when he starts reading the suggestions they make rather than just burning them. While this is, of course, exaggerated for comedic effect, the point still stands for his tendency to cast away and ignore what he doesn’t want to hear, only to learn from it and become a better listener after when faced with consequences. There’s no reason to think that, seeing how his actions effected Anne, Hop Pop wouldn’t evaluate how he could have been hurting Sprig and Polly and make moves toward helping them heal with him.

Overall, it’s Anne’s appearance that begins to shift the Plantars out of their standstill in life and allows them to exist beyond the way they’d been living for years. Anne violently shakes things up for the family and makes everyone adapt to the new status quo her presence brings. Sprig gets his first true friend, Polly connects to another person after seemingly being secluded her whole life, and Hop Pop becomes less rigid in his views and more willing to allow his family to be more free and open. While it is disingenuous to say that the Plantars weren’t happy at all between the middle generation’s deaths and Anne’s arrival, she certainly quite literally forces them to have a different view on life, and pushes Hop Pop to focus on what is present rather than what could have been and what is gone (‘It's time for this old frog to stop pining after what he doesn't have, and start seriously protecting the things he does’)

This found family is absolutely bonkers don’t you see

#amphibia #the plantars #hop pop plantar #hop pop amphibia #sprig plantar #sprig amphibia #polly plantar #polly amphibia #anne amphibia #anne boonchuy #there is NO REASON for the plantars to be as ignored as they are #look at them. look at them #how could you ignore them they deserve so much love and attention #they’re the core of the show?? and it feels like radio silence on them sometimes

[stay-dazed]

my nostalgia

i miss the little girl i used to be, growing through the years of the early 2000’s. someone i long to be now but the demands of young adult life and the growth of an electronic world make it near impossible. sure it can be useful, but i yearn for something more simple and real. i miss eating mac n’ cheese, my biggest safe food at the time, from a little plastic bowl almost every day.

and i miss being messy, with fingerpaint and mudpies. i miss the holes and grass stains on my jeans, and the scars on my knees. and the gap my front two front teeth left behind. i miss running into the backyard through the rickety laundry room door. i miss finding ladybugs, rolly-pollies, worms, snails, and frogs. i miss collecting books from the book fair at school, and getting mint n’ chip ice cream with my grandma after class let out. and when my grandpa would lift me in his arms so i could touch the windchimes. and being lulled to sleep by the sound of trains in the distance. i miss playing with my kitten on the floor of the entryway. and teaching my little sister how to tie her shoes.

and i can’t describe how much i miss playing pretend. searching for monsters and mysteries with my best and only friend. it made me feel almost unstoppable, being able to do things no adult could do. up in a walnut tree was our fort, and what a shame the adults just couldn’t see it.

i miss singing without inhibition, usually to journey or queen or the moody blues. it was my favorite way to stim back then, as it is today. i miss the comforting space of my aunt’s old red car, the one with those stupid crank windows that always got stuck. i miss play wrestling with my uncle, watching spongebob on that big box tv, and sitting in my car seat, thinking the moon was following us home.

most of all, i miss having all the time in the world and a carefree mind to focus on growing into myself.

maybe i focus on it a little too much, and maybe i let the bittersweet feeling settle in my chest a bit too long every time a scent or song reminds me. but i’ll be okay. now i'll get to see what beautiful and painful memories wait for me in the future.

#original content #original writing #writing #creative writing #positive vent #positivity #safe space #sfw only #comfy cozy #aesthetic #non kpop post #nostalgia #childhood #memories #autism #adhd #neurodivergent

[fistful-of-rage]

aight so it seems intros are a common thing, so

sup

i’m aster teague. call me whichever or whatever. i’m from Aeos. i’ve only ever left the region twice thrice? that’s a word. first time was to take a pic of an annihilape to prove i don’t look like one. unfortunately i do.

i have a constant reminder of the fact in the form of hesh, my annihilape/proof

i also have chaterböx for when i go mute. he ain’t much help. got a good voice for metal though

as of july 2023, i left the region again to adopt polly who does a lot of tricks and dances. he’s chaterböx’s partner in crime or worst enemy depending on the minute

n a few days before 2024 but we’ll say right on new years 4 fun, i found a mimikyu that’d stowed away from work. since i’m not a snitch i decided taking him in was the best choice. he is called kraft

don’t expect constant updates on here. i gotta job to do most the time working for the battle committee. i might pop up in their blogposts on @unite-battle-network. i’ll post on here when i can n want. i’ll prolly swear a bit 2, just fyi. i’ll try not to when responding 2 people

bonus pro tip block @polteagueist. she’s my twin. dni w her

|| i am an adult

|| ooc stuff’s gonna have the lines as signifiers. I’m p much the same as Aster besides how I type. Haven’t seen much Aeos stuff on here so figured I could use it to join the rotomblr scene. Prolly ain’t gonna be in high stakes stuff. Hope it can be entertaining. If not I’m making it more realistic with randoms you scroll past, aren’t I? Either way’s chill for me.

|| also maybe don’t block the sister as that’ll block me?? unless you have actual reason and aren’t just obeying sassy over here

#intro post #pkmn irl #pokeblog #pokeblr #rotomblr #hesh #chaterböx #polly #kraft

[depressed-with-music]

Sober

This is my first time writing a one shot so bear with me if it’s shitty. I used they/them pronoun’s however feel free to change them. Also this one shot is based on sober by Selena Gomez.

(Not my gif)

Before the war, before the peaky blinders, before the Shelby’s brothers mother died. Thomas Shelby met Y/N L/N. What went from a sweet childhood friendship to a beautiful relationship when they reached their teen years. But then the war came, and Tommy changed.

We fall for each other at the wrong time Only for a moment, but I don't mind Guess I don't know where to draw the line, the line, the line We're playing the same game every night

The war changed Tommy hell it changed all the Shelby brothers. Tommy went from then happy lad he was to a almost heartless man. As the peaky blinders grew Tommy pushed Y/N away. Yet Y/N stayed in love with him and always came back.

Up in the clouds Yeah, you know how to make me want you When we come down Oh, I know, yeah I know, it's over

Every time Y/N thought about letting Tommy go, he would show them his vulnerable side or give them his signature smirk which would remind them of their old memories. Part of Y/N felt, that maybe they help Tommy she could make him happy again.

You don't know how to love me when you're sober When the bottle's done, you pull me closer You're saying all the things that you're supposed to But you don't know how to love me when you're sober

Y/N wasn’t stupid they knew Tommy was a that he slept with other women. It hurt them but then Tommy would arrive on their doorstep drunk, while in tears and apologize. Y/N just couldn’t leave him.

Why is it so different when we wake up? Same lips, same kiss, but not the same touch Don't you know that you doing just enough, but not enough But I know what's next, and I want so much

Sunlight filtered through an apartment window. Y/N woke up and saw Tommy smoking a cigarette while sitting on the edge of the bed. Y/N attempted to put they’re arms around Tommy when he pushed them. Even though Y/N smiled and said it was fine they’re heart broke a little more.

Up in the clouds Yeah, you know how to make me want you When we come down Oh, I know, yeah I know, it's over

-You don't know how to love me when you're sober When the bottle's done, you pull me closer You're saying all the things that you're supposed to But you don't know how to love me when you're sober

Scenes were shown bottles thrown, images of Y/N comforting a drunk Tommy, and one scene of Y/N trying to smile while looking at a mirror but tears are running their face.

I know I should leave, I know I should, should, should But your love's too good, your love's too good, good, good I know I should leave, I know I should, should, should But your love's too good, your love's too good, good, good Yeah

Y/N walked in on Tommy in bed with another woman. They slammed the door shut despite Tommy calling their name. Y/N went to Polly who was like a mother figure to them. Polly saw Y/N she saw how shitty Tommy treated them she thought her nephew would changed. But he didn’t, and Tommy realize what amazing person he had let slim though his fingers.

You don't know how to love me when you're sober When the bottle's done, you pull me closer You're saying all the things that you're supposed to But you don't know how to love me when you're sober

You've got a hold on me You're like a wasted dream I gave you everything But you don't know how to love me when you're sober

A scene plays where Y/N is seen packing their suitcases. After Y/N’s talk with Polly they realized they deserved someone who loved them and treated with respect not like they were Tommy’s plaything. As Y/N began to get inside their car they were leaving to London where their sister lived. Suddenly a shout was heard and Y/N stopped. It was Tommy he asked Y/N why. They replied,”because you don’t know how to love me when you’re sober.” Then Y/N got in their car ready to find a new path that would be filled happiness.

#tommy shelby x reader #sad song fic #Peaky fooking blinders #Kinda shitty one shot #Mentions of drinking and smoking #Toxic relationship

[themultifandomgal]

Peaky Blinders- First Date

Arthur

After the war you became a nurse at the local hospital where you saw the Shelby brothers often. One day Arthur came in with a black eye and split lip, asking you to help clean him up. That's when Arthur asks you out on your first date together. Your first date was actually very romantic.

Arthur started off the evening by knocking on your door, dressed in a suit with a bouquet of flowers in his hand

"Well don't you scrub up well Mr Shelby?" you smile

"Ugh thank you" he nervously scratches the back of his neck "these are for you" he hands you the flowers

"Thank you. Come in for a minute while I find a vase" you open the door up for him more. Arthur follows you in and closed the door behind you both. You walk into the kitchen and bend down to get a vase out of the cupboard, then arrange them in the clear vase. You turn back around to see Arthur staring at you. You took your hair behind your ear "are you ready to go?" ask

"Yeah, come on" Arthur holds out his arm for you to hold. You walk out of your house, locking up behind you and making your way to his car.

Arthur takes you out for an amazing meal then takes you to the pictures, ending the night with a kiss on his cheek.

Tommy

Your first date with Tommy was going riding together. You ride over to a field full of flowers where

"Tommy this is beautiful, how'd you find out about this place?"

"My mother you'd to bring us here, it's my quiet place" you notice that there's a shift in Tommy's behaviour. You're happy that you get to see this side of him, the side not many people see, not even his own family. During the date Tommy asks about you and your life, while also flirting a lot with you.

John

Although you had arranged marriage, John still sets up a date of sorts. The night of your marriage you felt uncomfortable sleeping with your now husband, but he's so sweet about it and you just sleep in separate rooms. The following day John attempts to cook breakfast for you so you can sit and get to know each other, but he burns it all

"Oh John look at the smoke coming off that bacon" you giggle

"Damn it" John throws the utensils onto the counter top

"Here. Let me help" you take over putting fresh rashes of bacon on the hot pan. The rest of the morning is spent you showing John how to cook breakfast.

Finn

You and Finn would often hang out together, but your first proper date was at the pictures. Finn had bought your ticket and large tub of popcorn, which you both shared. Just like the movies you both of you went to take a handful an your hands touch. Awkwardly for the rest of the movie you both keep your hands to yourselves but on the way home you end up holding hands. And of course Polly and Add have to embarrass you both in front of the other Shelby siblings

"How was your date? I hope you actually watched the film" Ada asks

"Seriously Ada?" Finn whines

"Ada is right. If your anything like your older brothers then.."

"Pol leave em alone" Tommy rescues you as your face turns bright red

"Don't corrupt YN now" Ada laughs.

Michael

You and Michael went for a pic-nic for your first date. Polly had made most of the food, but Michael did try bless him. On the date you talked about life, how he was taken from Polly from a young age with his sister and how your parents passed away so you got a job with the Shelby's, them looking after you like your one of their own. You enjoy Michaels company and although your first date was simple, it was all you needed to know that you were already falling for this man

"Today was lovely Michael"

"So does this mean a second date is in the cards?" you chuckle at his nervousness

"Yes it does"

Isaiah

Of course your first date was at the Garrison, Tommy, Arthur and John were supervising the date making sure neither of you drank to much and Isaiah kept his hands to himself. If he did get a little handsey (not that you minded) your brothers were there to remind him

"Take you hand off her leg if you still want hands" Arthur would grunt out occasionally.

Alfie

Alfie had set up your date the next time you came to London for business. He took you to one of his favourite restaurants. On arrive it was empty

"Couldn't be to carful, don't want your brothers finding out. They'll 'ave me head" you chuckle at this response

"It's perfect Alfie. Thank you" Alfie was a true gentleman all evening, starting with pulling your chair out for you and opening the car door up when you left. You most definitely will be coming to London a lot more.

#peaky blinders reader #peaky blinders sister #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #finn shelby x reader #isaiah jesus x reader #alfie solomons x reader

[freckleslikestars]

the thing with feathers

Missing Scene in Chinga, a conversation between Scully and Jack Bonsaint

828 words, read here on AO3

‘If you don’t mind me saying, Miss Scully, but you seemed hesitant to think the kid had anything to do with this mess – more hesitant, I mean, than us locals.’

‘Yeah, I guess I was,’ she bit her lip, looked down at the stack of pancakes the sheriff had ordered her at the all-night diner, ‘she reminded me of someone.’

He gave her a soft smile, ‘you don’t have to elaborate, we’ve all got to have our past,’ and for some inexplicable reason, she wanted to talk about it to him. To tell him all about her pain.

She cleared the lump in her throat, ‘it’s a long story.’

‘I got time if you need it.’

‘A few years ago my ova were stolen, and used to create a child that I was...unaware of,’ she swallowed thickly, retelling the story for the first time, ‘and I didn’t know, didn’t find out, until this past Christmas. She was living not ten minutes down the road from my brother and his family. She’d been so close all this time and I never even knew to look.’

‘That must have been quite the surprise. How did you know she was yours?’

‘I didn’t, at first. She was the spitting image of my sister when she was that age, so I thought...I thought she was Missy’s. I guess my sister also being called Melissa didn’t help with this case, to be fair. We lost Missy a couple of years ago, see, and all of a sudden there was this child that looked so much like her – impossibly so,’ she shrugged. ‘Her adoptive parents were killed, and I-‘ she winced ‘-I kinda, integrated myself into the investigation.’

‘Well, I’m sure they were grateful for your help.’

‘I doubt it.’

‘Well, we certainly are.’

She smiled, ducked her head, ‘thank you. I had her DNA tested, so sure she was Missy’s. Started the adoption process for her.’

‘But it wasn’t Missy’s DNA.’

She shook her head, had to clear her throat again, ‘Christmas Eve I received the DNA results. I was a mother, and until that moment I was sure I never would be.’

‘What happened?’

‘She was a very sick little girl. She died, two weeks later. She was around the same age as Polly. Her funeral was four weeks ago yesterday.’

‘I’m sorry. If I may say, you’re handling it remarkably well.’

She hummed, her brow furrowed, ‘I really don’t think I am. I haven’t cried – I feel...shut off. This was supposed to be my weekend to get away from it all and give myself time to process this past year – past few months, even. See, I had cancer, and it went into remission at the beginning of November. During my post-remission check-ups, they discovered the lack of ova. And then...well. Emily. I thought getting away would help, give me time to grieve.’

‘Grief doesn’t work that way, Dana,’ he sighed. ‘I lost my wife, four years ago now. Took me a long, long time to come to terms with it. Even now I have days when I’m not so sure I have. Sometimes I can feel the wings of it beating against my chest, trying to take flight; tear me apart with its talons.’

‘How do you do it?’ she asked, a hint of desperation in her voice, ‘how do you cope?’

‘Well, same way you’re doing it right now, I guess. You get up every mornin’ and you make something of the day. Now, course, I never knew your Emily, but I knew my Martha and I know she wouldn’t want me wasting no days on this earth. People tell you it gets easier with time, and maybe it does, but it’s not linear. There isn’t a science to grieving, you just have to take each day as it comes,’ he cleared his throat and drew a line through the syrup on his plate with his knife. ‘I figure the only way we really get through it is by believing that tomorrow will be slightly easier. My Martha was big on belief: used to say “the future is for those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”’

‘Eleanor Roosevelt?’

‘Yes,’ he looked up at her, a flash of surprise passing his face, ‘yes, my Martha was a big believer in believing.’

‘I have someone who’s big on believing.’

‘That’s good, that is. You need to hold on to the ones that believe: they make everything seem a little more hopeful.’

‘Thank you, Jack.’

He covered her hand on the counter with his own and shook his head with a soft smile, ‘you don’t need to thank me for anything, not ever. “The only cure for grief is to grieve,” you know who said that?’ she shook her head, ‘Rabbi Earl Grollman. You cry for your little girl, Miss Scully, and then you go home and you hold your believer tight and don’t let ‘em go.’

Tagging @today-in-fic

A/N: My grandmother died a couple of months ago, and we were estranged and it didn't really...affect me. But it meant that I reconnected with my grandpa, and we had a conversation about grief the other week; he's got dementia and he spent the last 60-odd years with my grandmother, so not having her there is difficult, and a lot of the time I don't think he understands, but he has these moments of lucidity where I think he understands everything so much more deeply than the rest of us... it was a really good talk, actually, about hope and faith and the value of life. Anyway, that's kind of where this came from. So. Yeah.

#my writing #the x files #chinga #txf #xf fanfic #dana scully #jack bonsaint #I actually really like bonsaint #he's a good guy #emily arc #talks of grief #hurt/comfort #angst #really just some self indulgent musings on grief

[the1975attheirverybest]

I’m seeing so many fans on Twitter complaining about this being an arena tour/saying that it’s going to be embarrassing when it doesn’t sell out…surely they know their demand? They’re not a small band, they haven’t been in a while. The resale prices towards the end of ATVB were insane, a lot of those venues were tiny. 

An arena tour makes sense for them at this point. I can only imagine how awful it would be trying to get tickets this time around if they played the same venues they did for ATVB. 

It seems like there’s a certain group of fans on Twitter that WANT a door policy on shows. I saw someone say the best show they attended was at a venue with a capacity of 3k, and that the worst show they attended was the O2 n1, aka the show that Taylor was a guest at 🙄 Intimate venues are nice, it just isn’t realistic for a full tour anymore.

This reminds me so much of a conversation that I had with my sister on Saturday. I was telling her about the 1975 touring again and she was telling me about her hardcore and pop punk bands and the fandoms around them. He said that for one of the hardcore bands she likes, they made a record that went kinda semi-viral in that it reached a bigger audience than the bands normal fandom. For that reason ALONE. Some fans abandoned them.

I was like, wait, are they complaining that the album isn’t hardcore enough? Did the band sell out and go to mainstream record label and decide to make money instead of doing the type of music that they normally do? She was like NOPE. It’s just that more people like them now, and the fans preferred when they went to shows and they kind of knew half the venue cuz the fandom was so small and it was always the same people who attend shows.

Which sounds completely strange to me but apparently that’s a thing? Some people would rather their fav band NOT be successful simply so they can gatekeep??? Which is so fuckin weird. It’s not like there’s a finite supply of 1975-ness. It’s not like if more people like it then there’s less left for me. It’s not a pizza, guys! It’s music!!! You can still love them in the way that you do and connect to the music the way that you do, even when they have other fans lmaooo. Idk man that shit is weird as fuck.

I’m thrilled for them that they’re doing arenas! If it makes them more money and therefore means they can do more shows or spend more on their budgets for shit like atpoaim or albums or mvs or can pay their people more or hire more talent like Polly, John, and Jamie….bro why the fuck not. That mentality is too dumb if you ask me.

[nacregames]

Hi! Yesterday was my birthday so it got me thinking, How does the JV ros spend their birthday? And how would they like to spend the day when is MC's birthday? Thank you so much :)))

Hiyaa happy belated birthday, anon! Normally I’d cut the answer short, but since it’s for your birthday and I’m at work, I’ll indulge you :D

also have a little birthday Clay as a treat UwU

sooo starting with the JV ROs:

Please don’t remind Clay that he’s nearing 40. It’s depressing to know and he doesn’t particularly care for his birthday, but unfortunately his mom and sister won’t leave him alone. So basically he’s forced to acknowledge the fact that he’s getting older while being stuffed with cake and gifts he doesn’t know what to do with. Begrudgingly admits that he likes to celebrate with his family and would take MC to see them if it was their birthday. There’s no escape.

Chal never thought of her birthday as being something special until her former partner convinced her otherwise. Ever since then, she likes to treat herself with sth nice and would like to spend it with MC and her closest friends. It’s the same when it’s MC’s birthday.

Arrow never celebrated his birthday ever before, so he’d be quite excited about it. He doesn’t have any particular expectations, but he’d like to spend the day with his friends. Would def ask the others for help and throw MC a big party if it was their birthday!

Mel likes to party with her close friends on her party and she’d throw MC a party as well. But nothing too fancy, it would be small, casual and cozy.

Mercy likes to pretend that they don’t care about their birthday, but they secretly would be soo hurt if someone forgot. They don’t need a big party or anything, but a bit special treatment, a nice evening with their SO and maybe a little meaningful gift, that’s all they ask for. Same goes for MC’s birthday!

Candy hates her birthday. She’d be a lot more aggressive than usual, because like too many things in her life, her birthday brings back bad memories. Reminds her of all the things she couldn’t have and never will either. She’d be okay to spend the day with MC for a change. Wouldn’t do anything special for MC’s birthday, unless they proposed to do sth together and would probably just give them a gift that reminded her of them.

Lei would love to spend the time with MC and even if it was his birthday, he’d treat the MC. Would do anything they wanted and make sure they have the best time of their life.

and for those who are curious abt the MS ROs:

Camus doesn’t care for his birthday and if the MC asked him what he wanted, he’d use the opportunity to keep them for himself for the whole day. If it was their bday, he’d pretend not to know, to the point where MC probably cried only to find out that he has actually prepared a surprise for them. 

Lilith would never say anything, but ofc she’d find it nice to spend her/their birthday with MC. But only them and no one else.

Gab gives zero fucks about her birthday or anyone else’s for that matter.

Falito would make sure that MC knew it was his bday just in case and do all the preparations himself. He’d also do sth special for MC, depending whether they’d prefer a party or some quality time with him. He’d also make sure to be extra nice and let them get away with all their teasing/trolling/ whatever they’re doing to make him mad.

It would be important for Polly that her SO remembers her birthday, but that’s about it. Aaand maybe a heartfelt gift, but really she’s very easy to please. Would ask her granny to bake a cake for MC and invite their friends for a small party if it was their bday.

Doesn’t matter whether it’s his or their birthday, Mac and the MC will spend the day with his family and maan they’re getting pampered. They’re also allowed/forced to wear the birthday crown for the day.

Ara would throw a big ass party for MC and make their every wish come true. If it was her birthday, she’d like to spend it with friends and family. Wouldn’t mind if MC threw her a party as well, but that’s optional.

#camus being a complete ass confirmed again #birthday #ros #reactions #ms #jv #fluff #hope you had a nice day <3

[elizabethshelby]

The Making of Elizabeth Shelby

Dear diary,

Charles asked me the other day when I knew I loved his father, I said, I knew him since we were little, little like him and Ruby. I didn’t answer his question because I didn’t know how much of our childhood Tommy wanted to be kept secret.

I felt horrible for lying to him; but Nonetheless, My mind immediately went to my childhood, my childhood with the Shelby’s and most importantly, my wedding day. Arthur was drunk and so insistent on speaking from the heart and not having his speech be pre written or micromanaged by Tommy. I didn’t care what Arthur was going to say if he spoke about something he shouldn’t have, it would be about Tommy, not me. Tommy O.B.E soon to be M.P was worried about his reputation. Deep down he really didn’t care about what these House of Commons and House of Lords people had to say after all his winning was guaranteed. But Arthur, He spoke beautifully, not his mumbling, grunting self. Although it was short it was Arthur, a man that said so little but meant a lot. Tom was so mad, irritated when Arthur stood up, but I put my hand on his thigh and whispered in his ear and told him to let him speak, let him have his moment, I repeated.“Tom and Lil Lizzie, how far have we come,eh? Raised in the wild mountains to the streets of small heath, running around with our John and Ada getting into trouble already thinking we were the peaky blinders already, untouchable, us. It seems Lizzie was always meant to be my sister, isn’t that right John boy. Ah anyway, here’s to Lizzie our Angel,and my younger brother Tommy.” It’s funny he’s the only person to ever call me Angel,even when we were kids.

I got sad when Arthur mentioned John, I haven’t thought of sweet John for years, I tried not to, it hurt less that way. I loved John and I’ll always cherish the times I spent with him and his children, but I’ll have to keep that to myself. Tommy didn’t like the reminder I almost went off with his brother a few years back. He got over that pretty quickly. I remember thinking how good it was that Esme wasn’t there otherwise she would’ve cut me or taken my eyes, even on my wedding day. Luckily it went off without any business, or anyone eyes being taken.

Charlie, I know that you read my diary, and you read it to Ruby as if it were a nighttime story. I’m not mad,I think it’s quite cute, at least your reading eh? But next time ask! Children, I do love your father and I always have. Ever since, I first saw him and those damned blue eyes and that devilish smirk of his. It’s easier to write this down than to tell you in person. So,Ruby and Charlie this is for you.

Dear children,

It all started in the year 1901, I was just 7 years young(just like you Ruby) and there had been talk about Polly and Mr. Greys nephews and niece coming. It’s no big secret that Mr Grey and Polly were in charge of the peaky blinders and in charge of the betting shop. Polly’s brother, Arthur had just lost his wife and needed someone to help raise his newborn son. Polly had just lost Mr.Grey, it seemed fitting at the time Polly losing her two children and husband to only gain 5 children and a long lost brother.

Everyone used to say your aunt Polly was a gypsy witch, of course that was just something your aunt, my older sister would say to scare me, so not everyone. She also used to say the children that were coming were wild gypsy boys that behaved and acted like animals. They were unable to speak, read or write because they were “wild gypsies”. They were wild but I didn’t know that yet, and they could read and write even better then Helen, which she was envious of.

The day came, everyone came out to see the wild gypsies come out of their caravan. It was almost like the king himself came, everyone came to see who these gypsies were, what they looked liked, how they acted, were we better then them or were they better than us? No one wanted their eyes to be taken so they were met with a bunch of pastries, clothes, flowers, even cheers which you don’t get in small heath. Of course one thing above all that everyone knew to get the peaky blinders, Irish whiskey and Lorillard cigarettes.

I was too scared to be front and center like the rest of small heath so I decided the safest place was to hide behind my sister.

One by one I saw them come out,first was a little girl probably around 4 years young, who was later called Ada and more scary than all the boys combined. She jumped off the caravan like nothing in the world scared her and most importantly she walked like she owned the street and no one could mess with her. Next, Arthur Jr 14 years old, holding baby Finn. Then came out this bashful, cocky, likes to make a big entrance boy probably around my age later to be known as John, Arthur Sr quickly swatted John off the steps to step down, but I’ll never forget Arthur Sr’s face when he saw small health for the first time almost like he knew it was ready for taking, quickly that eagerness changed to anger yelling ”Thomas Michael Shelby! get out here right now!!”

This Thomas Michael came down with his arms crossed mixed with anger and sadness, just like his father, but the moment he stepped off of the caravan it was like he knew he belonged there with the confidence of Ada and the cockiness of John. He knew this was his kingdom. 11 years young (like you Charlie)and he smirked and held himself like he was a king. He looked around at all the new sights and people but then we made eye contact for the first time and I saw those bright blue eyes, those damned blue eyes and he smirked at little ol me, me who was hiding behind Helen. I didn’t know what todo so I stepped from behind her and smiled.

Oh for weeks the Shelby’s were almost like the queens and kings of small heath, but that quickly faded when small heath realized they only welcomed more peaky blinders devils.

Notes: Chapter: ⅓

I changed the ages of the Shelby’s and Lizzie, not by much.

Tommy and his siblings were wild gypsies until they moved to small heath.

This is done from Lizzie’s pov

Hope you guys enjoy:) P.S this is my first ever fanfic or attempt at writing something like this. Bare with me if it sucks.

#tommy x lizzie #tommylizzie #tommylizziefanfic #tommy x lizzie fanfic #elizabeth shelby #peaky blinders fanfic