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Preference: Peaky Blinders

- Being the youngest Shelby sibling

Characters : Arthur, Thomas, John, Ada and Finn

A/N: Based on this request here, by anon. I'm sorry it took so long!!

Arthur:

When you were a baby, your mom always made a point that all the boys were to help take care of you. She understood that the age gap between you and them was big, but she wanted to make sure that you had a relationship with your brothers

So, every now and then, Arthur would help by babysitting you. He would tell everyone he hated doing it, but the truth was that he loved it. There was something about you that calmed him. Maybe it was how tiny you were, how fragile you looked, but every time he held you, he felt much more calmer. Even as you got older, that feeling stayed. Every time you would be alone together, he would be more calm and gentle. When he stayed overnight to look after you, you didn’t have to be scared of the monsters under your bed, because you would fall asleep in his arms before even getting to bed.

As you grew up, however, you started to notice how violent Arthur could be towards others, and that scared you. So you drifted away from him slowly. You knew he would never hurt you, but his strength was still enough to scare little ten-year-old you.

However, one day, you came back from school with a black eye. Some guy had been teasing you and you finally had enough. The thing was, when you punch people, they tend to punch you back, hence the black eye. Upon seeing your face, Arthur went completely mad, but you tried to calm him down.

“You should see his face, this is nothing,” you said pointing to your eye.

“Still…” he grumbled, “let me take care of him.”

And after that day, Arthur decided he was going to teach you how to fight. This was something you have secretly always wished for since on one hand you wanted to be like your brothers and train, and on the other, you wanted Arthur to teach you again. Again, yes, because when you were younger and he was still babysitting you, he had taken the time to teach you how to draw. Everyone kind of knew he used to draw when your mother was still alive, but we were almost certain you were the only one who knew he still did it. Now, you were no master painter, so you would usually take out a book or study while he would draw, trying to furtively glance at what he was doing.

Even if he wasn’t babysitting you per se, you kept this up until you were finished with your secretarial studies. He would sometimes stay overnight on Tommy’s request, to keep an eye over you. For a period of time, it was the only way you could see him. You had decided to keep up with your studies, as your mother (and Tommy) would’ve wanted. Secretary sounded like an easy way out of Birmingham and a life away from crime. But as you got more and more educated, Arthur became more and more distant. You never truly understood it. How did learning about shorthand and typing meant that you didn't need your older brother anymore? When you moved out to work in London, you almost lost all contact with him.

After a few months of being a secretary, you got bored, bored and exasperated. You couldn’t stand the weird creepy men that were constantly flirting with you and the endless paper job that always had to be done for the next day but was almost never even used or looked at then. If it was only up to you, you would revisit the way the whole company worked, but it wasn’t. So, one day, you made a show of yourself and finally snapped. You screamed at everyone and left, going back home, going back to Birmingham. News travelled fast, and since Tommy had been the one to recommend you to that company, everyone knew what had happened before you even set foot in town. Arthur, he was overjoyed. Why? Because you just proved that you COULD be a little like him. But his joy just made you feel worse. You wanted to cry. You had lost your only way out of crime. You locked yourself in your rooms for days before someone could finally reach out to you, and it was Arthur. He didn’t say much, mumbled some kind of apology. But he sat by your side and waited. He waited until you rested your head on his chest and wrapped your arms around him. Then, he hugged you, held you close, just like when you were younger.

Tommy:

Tommy never really showed interest in you when you were younger. The age gap was big enough that you understood why he didn’t really care. And, truth be told, you didn’t mind that much either. Just because he didn’t show any particular interest, it didn’t mean that he didn’t care. Because he did. He cared deeply. After your mom died, he made sure you were never missing anything. He’s the one who decided that you and Finn should be raised by Polly. And he meant it when he said raised. He trusted her to make you into the best version of yourself and to make sure you could, if you wanted, live a life away from crime. He loved you enough to know that he wasn’t the best person to raise you.

When you were younger, he never babysat you. However, Polly always made sure to ask your brothers first when she needed help with you and Finn. She would also ask them when she didn’t need help. If it was only up to her, you would’ve grown up in the same house as your brothers, or in a house where they would always be in and out of, the way it would’ve been if your mother was still alive. But she knew this was impossible. Still, Tommy would sometimes come over to dinner or watch over you for the evening. Sometimes Polly proved to be convincing and Tommy would babysit you all day or all night. These were your favourite times. Maybe it was because you didn’t see him much or maybe it was because he was the only one to never baby you. He talked to you almost as if you were an adult and was always real with you. He would also answer all of your questions, even the craziest ones.

“But how come the trains can manage the curves, the wheels look too straight to handle that?”

“How about I take you to see them someday?”

“You would?”

“Of course.”

When he stayed the night, you would do everything to stay up as late as possible. But as it got darker and darker, you would get more and more scared. You could hear weird noises coming from outside, or was it from under your bed? Tommy, however, knew you could be reasoned with. You didn’t have to be afraid of the monsters under the bed because he could convince you, even for just one night, that they weren’t real.

Growing up, you stayed close to him. As unpredictable as he could be you knew you could always rely on him. He would help you no matter what. When you landed your first job, he sent you flowers but never came to congratulate you face to face. He knew how hard you were trying to appear as strong, tough and independent and he didn’t want to mess that up for you. Whenever he was in London, he would make sure to have dinner with you, paying for everything, of course. And you never asked where the money came from. As much as he tried to keep those dinners casual, he would always end up asking you too many questions about your work, your ambitions, your future.

He wasn’t disappointed when you lost your job, saying however how amazed he was that you lasted so long. He took you out to dinner that night, to celebrate “standing up to assholes and staying true to yourself”. He didn’t ask if you needed help to find a new job but left a flyer for a job in a science lab at your flat that night. It also mentioned that there were opportunities to go up the ladder by taking classes that they would pay for. You had always been a quick learner and weren’t too bad at science and math at school.

You got the job and invited him to dinner straight away.

“Of course you did!”

“You know what’s funny?”

“Umh…”

“At my old job, they were always saying how I need to have more chemistry with my boss, guess that won’t be an issue now.”

He snorted and started laughing.

It was one of the few times you had managed to make him laugh.

John:

John was already a teenager when you were born and he just had no time to give to a baby. That’s when he told his friends anyway. And to the girls, once he figured out they found it cute, he would say he was taking care of you. In reality, he did take care of you. Unlike Arthur and Tommy, he was home most of the time and had to help around a bit so that your mother wasn’t overwhelmed. He would mostly run errands but much preferred to stay home and take care of you. Once your mother died, he stayed around. In his mind, there was no reason for him to stop being there for you. Even if Polly thought he was more foolish than his brothers, more prone to make mistakes, she knew she could trust him when it came to taking care of you. She had no problem leaving Finn and you with him for days if she needed some time to herself.

Being around John always made you feel happier. There was something to him that just lifted your spirit, and made you want to laugh even when you were sad. He couldn’t quite bear seeing you unhappy or scared either. If you were afraid of the monsters under your bed, he would hunt them down for you, creating magical weapons with anything he could find just to see you smile before you fell asleep.

If you ever had problems, or just needed someone to listen to you really, you would go to him first. He would never judge you, of course, but as you got older he would sometimes scold you. Maybe it came with having kids of his own, you weren’t quite sure.

“Polly told me about the boy.”

“What, how did she know. That’s what I came here to talk about!”

“Y/N, you can’t just go around punching people.”

“He tried to… do… stuff to me.”

“Alright, where’s the bastard then!”

“Arthur is already on the case.”

“You told him all that?”

“No, he just saw the bruises and asked for a name, I gave it to him.”

“You okay though?”

“Yeah… I’m okay…”

He knew that if you wanted to talk more about what happened you would be back. And you were. It took you some time but you eventually told him everything. There wasn’t much he could actually do, but he listened and that was enough.

To everyone's surprise, he was the one who helped you the most when you moved to London. You wanted so badly to prove to everyone that you could make it on your own, but the truth was that you knew nothing, nothing at all. It took weeks before your apartment started to resemble somewhat like home. You were surviving of canned food and still hadn’t figured out how to do your laundry.

“Y/N, you know you can buy something else than canned food, right?”

“I know…”

“You know but…”

“But how do I cook it… what do I do with it?”

He laughed.

“Come on, we’ll buy some stuff and I show you.”

“While you’re here, how do I know when my laundry is clean? How long do I have to let it soak? Do I really need to split the white and the colours?”

And he had the answer to all your questions. With his own experience as a father and all the times he helped your mother as a teenager, it felt like he knew everything.

To him, you were always going to be the best aunt to his children. It was maybe the one thing that stressed you out, him having such high expectations about something you couldn’t really control. One day, Katie told you she hated you out of pure 5-year-old rage. You left the house that day crying, thinking you had failed as the coolest aunt. When he learned about what happened, John laughed before comforting you. He explained to you how Katie didn’t really mean that and that she actually probably already forgot about the whole thing. As he said that, the little girl came waltzing into the room and, as she saw you, her face lit up and she rushed over to hug you.

Ada:

When you were younger, she was all over you. She would dress you up, put makeup on you, take you out to do all the girly things. She was maybe the only one of your siblings to not shy away from showing you love. She would hug you and cover you with kisses whenever she could. She also made sure that you felt empowered, which was really important for her. Never did you feel like you were less just because you were a girl. You never had to be afraid of the monsters under the bed because they were too scared to go after a strong little girl like you.

Things took a turn once you got accepted into the typing program. You couldn’t tell if it was jealousy or not but she abruptly stopped making time for you. She wasn’t particularly rude or anything, just less present. One day, she came by to talk to Polly but found you, sobbing, instead. To your surprise, she didn’t hesitate and rushed to your side, trying to comfort you as best as she could. It was like the last few months of coldness never happened.

“What happened? Talk to me Y/N, I’m listening”

“It’s that stupid Beatrice and her stupid mom!”

“Who?” she asked, knowing you wouldn’t answer.

“She keeps making trouble in class, messing with everyone,” you said between sobs, “and she blames everything on me!”

Ada brushed your hair away from your face.

“And her fucking mom is the teacher, so of course she never believes me! And they talked of kicking me out… and… and… oh Ada, I’ve missed you!” you said hugging her tightly

Once you stopped crying and explained everything properly, she told you how to deal with Beatrice, in true Shelby fashion.

“And if that bitch messes with you again, I’ll handle it myself,” she added smiling.

After that, you had a lot of catching up to do. She explained how at first she had been jealous of you for finding an easy way out of Birmingham, but in the end, realized that it wasn’t such an easy way out in reality and that she could never do what you were doing. She respected your choice and told you how she admired your strength. It made you feel weird yet weirdly happy to know that the person you had looked up to all your childhood as a strong empowered role model was now looking up to you.

Once you moved to London, things got better. Even if you were younger, she was your best friend. And her little boy loved you! You were still not the best with children but you would do anything for that boy, just like you would do anything for John’s kids. When you got your first job, she took you shopping just like when you were younger. She was so happy for you.

And once you lost your first job, she didn’t say anything or taunt you. She took you out shopping again, to keep your mind off of things and let you hang out at her apartment as much as you needed. She was the first person you told about your new job at the science lab and she was even more happy for you than before. Once the classes started, she even helped you study and she was quite good at it. She could remember more of the stuff than you could, often finding weird but effective mnemotechnic tricks. You told her that she should apply herself, pushed her to do so, but she kept refusing. You were scared that by pushing her you might anger her again. This time, however, you took the time to talk to her before things got worse. She told you how, even though she was good at remembering the stuff, she didn’t have any interest in it. Not like you did. She didn’t take offence at you trying to help her find a job outside of the family business but it just wasn’t for her. You respected her choice and since then have been the best of friends.

Finn:

He has always been your best friend. Yes, you were younger than him but it wasn’t by much and it never really mattered. Unlike your older siblings, you barely had any memories of your mother and, when you were young, you couldn’t really see why they hated your father so much since you almost never heard of him. This shared lack of memories made you bond with Finn. Maybe you couldn’t remember your mom teaching you the alphabet, but you could remember the tone of her voice when she sang to you at night. You remembered her sweet and flowery smell when you would hug her and the coldness of her hands every time she went to pick you up from the couch to put you in bed. These things seemed too abstract to share with anyone else but Finn. He was the only one who could understand. He had this sensitive side to him that he would only reveal to you. The way you could both just lay on the floor and reminisce at such futile things war always a comfort to you.

When Polly took you in, there was no going back. You became inseparable. You shared a bedroom, tucked away at the end of a dark hallway. You weren’t afraid of the dark or monsters under the bed, you were too old for that now, but the eeriness of that hallway always made you both jumpy and left you on edge. Finn and you would then come up with the funniest stories to try and calm yourselves before going to bed. It almost always involved killing the obviously not-real monsters, just in case. You didn’t have to be afraid of the monsters under the bed because you would team up and invent the most successful monster repellent.

School was always a bit hard for you. A girl, a Shelby girl, trying to stay quiet and just do what they were told looked weird, out of place. You would literally be quiet and stay out of everyone’s way but still get picked on. It was like people wanted to get a reaction out of you, just to then shove in your face the fact that you were indeed just another Shelby. You were grateful for Finn and his friends. As soon as he took notice that you were being picked on, he made sure that his friends and he would hang out close to you. You had a few friends yourself, but they tended to scatter when bullies approached while Finn and his friends would always step in. He was also close to a few girls from his class and if they found you just reading alone outside, they would sit around you, playing with your hair, not letting anyone get too close. You weren’t scared of the bullies, you truly believed you could punch them in the face and win, but you hated the attention. You just wanted to go to school, learn, have fun and be left alone.

As Finn got older, he started ditching school more and more often. That was why he wasn’t there when you had to defend yourself.

“You managed?” he asked.

“I did.”

“I knew you would.”

“Right…”

“I’ll be there next time, I promise. But come here. I bet everyone told you they would beat up the guy but no one took the time to look at your eye?”

He was one of the only one of your siblings to actually know how to handle cuts, and bruises, and burns. Even the flu stood no chance in front of Finn. You were glad he was skipping less and less classes just to make sure you were okay. Maybe he couldn’t do math to save himself but he had a natural talent in understanding the human body. And its mind. You truly believed that if he stopped sleeping in English classes, he would get something better than average. He had such a wild imagination and such a great empathy, an understanding of human nature.

“That’s actually decent,” he once said picking up one of your essays.

“Thanks, I learned from the best,” you said pointing at your copy of Hamlet.

“Ahh Shakespeare…”

“No, you! Idiot. It’s your copy, and there are notes all over it!”

He was a bit bumped when you moved to London, mostly because he felt like he was trapped in Birmingham. He thought it was too late for him to deviate from the Peaky way. He had doomed himself and had to live with the consequences of his own decisions. You didn’t believe that, obviously, and made sure to let him know that, whenever he would realize it too, your door was open.

And he came. He was knocking at your door before you even learned that Tommy had kicked him out. You helped him as best as you could, but money was tight and, if you wanted Tommy to keep giving you your allowance, you had to hide the fact that Finn was staying with you. You didn’t agree with Tommy’s decision. Family was family. Kicking him out of the business was one thing, leaving him to fend for himself after promising him everything was another. Tommy knew that Finn had nothing apart from the Peaky Blinders. What he did was unfair. You hoped that with time, Tommy would come around and change his mind. Meanwhile, you had to get this boy a job and he was in luck. Your friend at The Daily Herald had just told you they had been looking for young boys to help around with the printing presses.

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mindful-of-ideas · 6 months

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Just a quick message to say that I’m alive! University has been taking up all of my time so I apologise for not being able to post anything!

I will however get it done, I promise.

I’m also probably about to get dumped, so the creative juices will start flowing again as I try to ignore the rest of the world (:

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mindful-of-ideas · 8 months

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Pfffttt... never mind, it's covid... I still feel kind of okay and on the good side, maybe I won't have to go to work, which means two whole days of free time! So really, I'll just see how things go and keep you updated.

Hey, so small update, I’m sick.

Nothing too bad, a bit of congestion, sore throat but a massive headache. So everything will have to be delayed a bit as I’m saving my energy to do school work.

I hope you understand <3

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mindful-of-ideas · 8 months

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Hey, so small update, I’m sick.

Nothing too bad, a bit of congestion, sore throat but a massive headache. So everything will have to be delayed a bit as I’m saving my energy to do school work.

I hope you understand <3

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mindful-of-ideas · 8 months

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Hot Summer Days

Peaky Blinders One Shot

Summary: At the end of the summer, Thomas decides it's time for the family to go on a well-deserved beach vacation. While you only work for him, you wound up getting invited.

A/N: I tried to leave this open in regards to pairing, hopefully it worked but maybe it feels like everyone is flirting with you. Also, this was supposed to be an imagine but you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find the proper gif sometimes.

It came to you as a surprise when you heard that the Shelby family was planning a trip to the beach. Sure, you knew they could use the break and deserve some time away from the city, especially Finn, but that they would acknowledge that was surprising. Almost unsettling if you were being honest.

If something suspicious was looming under this trip, you had to make sure no one was going to get hurt.

Not physically, of course, but emotionally. This had slowly became your job ever since you got hired by Thomas Shelby himself. Officially, you were his secretary. Making sure papers were in order, reminding him of official and officious meetings, seeing that the boys weren’t too rowdy in the betting shop. Just your average secretary job. Things changed when it became apparent that you needed a desk and the only place available was near the entrance of the betting shop. Now, your job included greeting everyone as they came in. Slowly, you picked up on their habits. Arthur was not to be talked to before he had his coffee. Thomas would always greet you but only nod in your direction if something was on his mind. John would always take the time to talk to you. Finn would stop running up and down the shop if you took the time to ask him what he learned today. Ada only popped by when she needed something from Thomas or when she was sad and needed someone to listen to her. Esme, even if she would never admit it, always gushed over all of John's kids. Arthur takes his coffee black but with one sugar; it’s nicer on his stomach he says.

So if this trip the the beach was just a cover-up for something bigger, something nastier, you had to know. Otherwise, life could become unbearable at the betting shop.

You barely had a foot in the door when a loud voice yapped at you.

“Y/N, my office,” said Thomas sternly, “Now.”

The room had gone quiet. You quickly glanced at John but he looked as confused as you did. Could Thomas have known about what you were planning on asking him? Could he take offence to that? Maybe you got too eager, put your nose where you shouldn’t have? Could he even fire you for that? You couldn’t afford to lose this job. You couldn’t afford to get fired by the Shelbys out of all people.

You stepped into Thomas’ office shaking, your palms sweating.

“Please, sit down,” Thomas said gesturing to the chair facing him across his desk.

You did, maybe a little bit too slowly. You stared at your shoes, not daring to meet his eyes.

“Y/N, is everything okay? You look pale.”

If there was genuine worry in his voice, you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing that was now in your ears.

“I’m… I’m fine…” you finally said, “Just a bit tired I guess…”

“That’s perfect then,” he said clapping his hands together and making you jump, “Not that you are tired of course, that’s not what I meant… I…”

Now hearing his hesitation, you looked up. Thomas seemed uncomfortable. He was slowly scratching the back of his head, looking down, almost as if he was embarrassed.

“I meant… I was planning on taking everyone, the whole family, away on a vacation. To the beach as you may have heard. And I real vacation I might add. Just the sun, the waves, and… what I mean is… would you come with us?”

With his question, he looked up at you but your gaze had gone back to the floor.

“Y/N?” he asked quite firmly.

You looked up again.

“That’s better,” he said, “Now, will you come?”

But you were too stoned to say anything. Not only the vacation plan was real but you could go with them as well.

“It’s just that, you know, Finn really seems to like you,” Thomas started, “And so does Ada and Esme… it would be really nice if you could make it…“

Was he trying to convince you?

“… can get a word out of Arthur before noon. And with John, you’re just…”

“Yes!” you blurted out before he could finish, “I’ll be there!”

“Great!” he said smiling at you, “We leave tomorrow morning. Be here at 6:30 sharp.”

He gestured towards the door, inviting you to leave before getting back to his work.

As you got out of the office, you couldn’t help but smile. Yes, you were thrilled to get the time off and to go out with people you might just start calling friends, but mostly you were happy to know that your work had not gone unnoticed. But you barely had time to enjoy the moment. You could only take a few steps towards your desk before feeling a hard slap on your back. You turned around, a bit angry only to see a beaming Arthur.

“Moving up the ladder I see,” he said excitedly, “Next thing you know you’ll be part of the family! I can’t wait for tomorrow,” he added more quietly.

As soon as the day was over, you rushed home. 6:30 a.m. was early. Way too early. You still had to find clothes and your swimsuit. You hoped it still fit you. Living in Birmingham, there are not many opportunities to go to the beach. The last time you saw the ocean was probably well over ten years ago. You were still a child back then. But your mother had always told you to be ready for anything, so a few years back, after seeing that it was on sale, you bought a swimsuit. Just in case. Just in case you got invited by Thomas fucking Shelby to go to the beach with his family. In what world could something like this happen.

This one apparently. And your mother would tell you to seize the day and not look back. You grab the only bag big enough to fit all your things. Swimsuit, check. Towel, check. Sunglasses, check. Sandals, check. Hat, check. You went down your list until everything was in your bag. In the end, it was much and the bag closed easily. It was already past midnight when you finally laid on your bed and went to sleep.

At 6:30 a.m. sharp, the cars left for the ocean. You ended up squeezed between an overexcited Finn and a less-than-happy Arthur. It was way too early for him.

The ride wasn’t too long, just a little over two hours. As soon as you got out of the car, you were met with a whirling wind. Your hair danced crazily in front of your eyes. With one hand holding your bag you struggled to keep it under control.

“Here,” said Esme, “give your bag to John, I’ll help you.”

Still half blind, you lifted up your bag in front of you, hoping that this was where John was.

“Now,” said Esme raking her hands through your hair, “let me take care of this for you.”

Gently, she combed your hair back and started braiding it. A few strands from the front of your head escaped and started dancing in the wind again.

“You tell me if I hurt you,” she said. But you couldn’t hear a thing over the wind that has now picked up again.

“What!” you said hoping to be loud enough.

She leaned in closer to you.

“Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?” she whispered gently in your ear.

You nodded slightly, not wanting to move too much and ruin your hair. A few moments later, she was done. You felt the cold wind on your neck before Esme wrapped her arm around it.

“Let’s go find the boys now!” she said before forcing you down the sandy hills and towards the beach.

When you got there, Thomas and John were already laying blankets under beach umbrellas while Arthur was still struggling to put his up. You knew asking him if he needed help was a bad idea but you had no other choice.

“Need a hand,” you asked gently.

He was struggling with keeping the umbrella at the right angle while hammering it down for it to stay in place. He grumbled something you couldn’t quite hear but took as a ‘yes’. You got to your knees and grabbed the umbrella with both hands. Arthur inclined it properly before hammering down a rock on its top. It took a few hits but it eventually was deep enough in the sand for it to hold in place.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, “You’ll wanna sit with me?”

“Sure,” you said grinning.

You placed down your towel by his before grabbing your bag again.

“Does anyone know where we can get changed?” you asked, mostly looking towards Ada and Esme.

“There’s a hut right by there,” Thomas answered first, vaguely pointing behind him towards yet more sandy hills.

“I guess I’ll have to figure it out myself,” you mumbled passing right by him.

And you did. Not far from where you had settled, there were a dozen of brightly coloured cabins all lined up neatly by a boardwalk. You quickly changed, keeping on an oversized shirt to cover your shoulder from the sun. It used to be your dad and went down to your mid-thigh. After a quick glance at yourself, you decided it was best to leave the last few buttons open. It looked better, but mostly it felt more comfortable.

You walked back down to the beach, your arms interlaced with Ada and Esme’s. Even from far away, you could see the boys running on the beach. What they were running for was however unclear.

“Are they…?” you started, not sure how to finish your question.

“Playing football?” Ada completed, “Yes! It’s been such a long time since I played with them too, come on!”

With that, she started running, dragging Esme and you behind her. Quickly, the teams were changed as you ended up facing Thomas, John and Esme. Your team was losing. Badly. Something about being too aggressive and not having enough strategy. As Ada and Arthur blocked the other team, you managed to get ahold of the ball. Without missing a beat, you ran up your makeshift field. As you were about to kick the ball, and hopefully score, John came out of nowhere, trying to steal it from you. You struggled to push him back, unknowingly drifting towards the water.

“It’s over Y/N!” roared John.

“Unless…” you started while trying to outsmart him.

You kicked the ball in between John’s legs and took a step forward trying to get control of it. But John stepped forward too, making you tumble backwards. Next thing you knew, you were in the water, John over you.

“Oh shit, sorry,” said John quickly getting up and offering you a hand.

“It’s… it’s okay,” you said between two coughs.

He pulled you up with a little bit more strength than you expected. You stumbled forward, catching yourself on John’s chest.

“Woah, easy there,” he said taking your hand and his.

“Sorry…” you said feeling the red rise to your cheeks.

“I’m messing with you, come on!” he said gently pushing the ball towards you.

Quickly, you took the ball back and sprinted towards the goal, scoring. The game went on, the score tied. As you tried to get in one last goal, you and Finn kicked the ball at the same time, sending it flying away.

“I’ll get it,” you both said at the same time, sprinting towards the ball.

The ball came to a stop in front of three tall men, all dressed in black suits.

“So sorry to have disturbed you,” you said politely, “We’ll just get the ball back…”

But one of the men put his feet on it before picking it up from the ground.

“Look, we don’t want any trouble…” you said now more quietly feeling that the situation was escaping your control.

“And what can someone as pretty as you give me in exchange for the ball?” the man asked stepping towards you.

You stepped back, but Finn stepped in front of you.

“Kid, move out the way,” the man said, pushing Finn to the side.

Finn struggled to keep his balance but came right back by your side.

“Now, come on,” the man went on, “I’m sure you can think of something.”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Finn whispered in your ear, “If they get too close, I’ll fight them off.”

You had trouble believing him after what you had just witnessed, but the thought was still comforting.

“You know what,” the man said, “Maybe I’ll just take what I want.”

He dropped the ball and made his way up to you. Finn grasped your hand and you held it as tight as you could. Before you could even will your body to run away, a loud voice snapped at the man.

“Don’t take another step,” Thomas said from behind you.

The man stopped dead in his tracks. He hesitated for a moment and then started laughing.

“Oh, come on man. I’ll let you have a turn after if that’s what you want.”

You looked over your shoulder. Thomas looked serious, dead serious, but you could tell there was a point of anger in him.

“Finn, get a move on,” he said walking towards you.

Finn went running back to his family. Thomas wrapped an arm around your shoulder, making you realize that you were shivering.

“Now,” Thomas said calmly, “you have two choices. Either you turn around and leave this beach, or you take another step forward and I make sure you, your friends and your whole family can never see the sun again.”

“Mate, come on! We were just having some fun,” the man said still smiling.

Somehow, that creeped you out even more and made you want to disappear from that man’s sight. You made yourself as small as possible against Thomas.

“Mate…” the man said now hesitating as Thomas’s face was still serious.

“Have you heard of the Peaky Blinders?” Thomas asked slowly.

But before you knew it, the men had turned away and were gone.

“You’re okay Y/N?” Thomas asked, looking down at you.

“Yeah… yeah I think I’m fine.”

“Let’s get back to the others,” he said.

“Y-yes.”

He kept his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers lightly grasping your shirt sleeve.

The rest of the day went by quietly. Before you knew it, it was time to leave and go back to gloomy Birmingham.

“Can we get like ten more minutes?” Ada asked Thomas.

“No,” he answered simply.

“Five then,” she pleaded, “I promise, just five more minutes.”

“Fine,” Thomas finally agreed.

“Y/N, with me,” she ordered as she ran up the beach.

You were back by the boardwalk, but Ada made you turn away from the rainbow cabins this time. After just a few steps, you understood why she had brought you here. Ice cream.

“We’ll take two vanilla, two chocolate and one strawberry,” she said, “and it’s my treat,” she added before you could even say anything.

“Wha- well thanks,” you said slightly embarrassed.

As the vendor started handing the ice creams to her, she stuffed two in your hands.

“Yours and mine,” she said.

“Strawberry,” you said smiling, “you remembered.”

“Of course I did!” she said, “Now let’s go before they melt.

Giggling you made your way back down the hill. This truly had been the most amazing summer day.

#mindful-of-ideas #peaky blinders #peaky blinders one shot #peaky blinders fic #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #ada shelby #esme shelby #reader insert #reader x shelby #ahhhhh my first one shot on the revamp blog hopefully you like it

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Where Polly Gray raises a girl from a very young age, and the Shelbys have her as a sister. She took care of Finn, Ada is her best friend... Polly raised her like a daughter. Tommy has always had a crush on her because of their age difference. As time passes, Thomas forms a strong bond with her, they fall in love. Well that's it, sweet author, my idea and I want you to write this in your own words, kisses 💚💚.

Yes, 1000% yes!

I just want to make sure however, you say “Tommy has always had a crush on her because of their age difference.” Did you mean that he never confess because of the age difference but now that their both older and adults, he can?

If that’s what you meant, no need to message me again. Otherwise shoot me a DM and we’ll talk about it :)

Uni just started for me and I’m already slightly overwhelmed, but hopefully this will be done by the end of the month.

Thank you! <3

#anon ask #request #ask #you are about to be serve some of the nicest peaky stuff ever!#with luck I’ll have time to write something else to add some diversity #but honestly I LOVE writing peaky stuff so I don’t really mind

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Hello beautiful author. How are you? So, I was wondering if you would accept a request for "being the youngest Shelby sister" (like, a year or two younger than Finn). Could you make headcanons of what her relationship with the boys would be like? And with Adah? Thank you for your attention 🩷

Hi!! I’m doing great, thank you. And thank you for your kind words <3.

I 100% want to do that request!! Is it okay with you if I make it more of a preference? (If yes no need to message me again).

It should be done for the beginning of September.

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A/N: I accidentally learned that Aziraphale’s bookshop is really not a normal one, but for the sake of this, we’ll pretend like it’s your usual independent bookshop. Also, this is for everyone who doesn’t have English as their first language (mine is French).

“Wow,” you said quietly upon entering.

“Glad to see my bookshop still gives you this reaction,” said Aziraphale making you jump.

“Hi!” you said.

Truth be told, it was the coolness of the bookshop that left you impressed. London was suffering from yet another heat wave. But Aziraphale didn’t have to know that.

“Hi,” he answered, “how come you’re here and not at work? It is the middle of the week, isn’t it?”

“It is, but I wanted to take a few days off. Knowing it was going to be this hot outside I would’ve waited. I hate having to lock myself inside with the AC while the sun is out!”

“Is it really that hot, I don’t really feel it?”

“The sweat vaporize out of your skin when you’re outside. But it’s really nice in here, you’re right.”

You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I’m so sorry,” he suddenly said, “I should stop talking and let you look around. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Don’t be sorry, and I actually do need something… I need recommendations. What do you have for me?”

“What are you looking for?”

“Ummm… I only have a few days off, so something that I can read quickly.”

“Right…”

“And nothing too demanding or dark. I want to relax during my break, not get tormented.”

“Alright, well there is this author,” he said pulling out a blue book, “Emily Henry. The youth seems to be really into it but I haven’t gotten around to reading one of her books yet.”

“My sister read that actually, it’s too… 'romancy' for me…”

“That’s okay,” he said while walking over to another bookshelf, “How about this one, Ocean Rush. It’s a manga and I know you like those!”

“What is it about?” you asked taking the book from him and flipping through the pages.

“We follow Umiko, a 65 years old woman who recently lost her husband, as she is pushed to follow her dream in cinematography after inadvertently bumping into a student.”

“That sounds nice… what else you’ve got? I can get more than one actually.”

“Well… it’s a different genre and maybe you already read it, but…” he said once again leaving you to go to another bookshelf, “we have this.”

You quickly made your way over to him. Above him, you could read ‘biography’ written in white cursive.

“Page Boy, it’s Elliot Page’s biography. You like that actor, right?”

“I do, I do,” you said.

“And it’s really not that long,” he said turning the book to show you its thickness before handing it to you.

You barely had time to take the book before he left again. This time he was heading for the back of the store. You knew that whatever he was going to propose next was going to be good, as all your favourite sections were down there.

“Now,” he said as you caught up to him, “I know you said you wanted something you could read quickly, but this is just right up your sleeve,” he said handing you one of the thickest books you’ve ever seen.

“How many pages is that?” you ask.

“A little over 700, but that’s not important,” he said before quickly moving on, “It is a fantasy novel, Ordinary Monsters, that takes place during the Victorian era. It will take you all over the world, the United States, England and even Japan, while the main characters are off to find and save orphans who have some strange powers. It is similar to Miss Peregrine but with something a little more dark and twisted.”

“Alright!” you said excitedly taking the book.

“Next…” he said getting up on a ladder to grab a tall black book, “… we have a graphic novel, The Sandman!”

“Never heard of that one…”

“Oh, it’s fantastic! The author just gets it!”

“Gets what…”

“You just HAVE to read it! It’s fantasy and horror but also adventure and dark! But there’s this sensibility to it. The drawings are also wonderful!”

“Alright, alright, put it on top of the pile,” you said.

He did so eagerly before turning back towards the shelves.

“And finally, I have this one,” he said standing on his tippy toes to grab a book.

This time, above his head, you could read ‘children’.

“It’s a children’s book, I know, well more like a teenager’s book, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it,” he said without missing a beat, “Maybe it will compensate for that brick I gave you earlier. It’s called Lonely Castle in the Mirror. Again, fantasy and magic but it’s from a Japanese author, so you get a completely different perspective. I’ve heard it’s also a great intro to Japanese literature though I started by reading Murakami myself.”

“These are all great,” you said now struggling to balance all the books, “Thank you! I do wish you had some stuff in French…”

“How come,” he asked taking half your pile away and setting it down on a table, “you can read in English just fine, can’t you.”

He went behind the counter and pulled two chairs for you to sit on.

“Yeah, of course, it’s just that sometimes French is just easier… the references, the way the sentences flow… it feels more natural to me… I’m sorry, I’m probably not making any sense right now.”

“No, no, please continue. Let me just check something,” he said getting up, “keep going!”

“Especially with more contemporary stuff… There's something about it, when you read it, you just feel a little bit closer to home. Like, somehow, the author managed to capture a glimpse of your soul and put it into words. Everything you read is familiar and new at the same time.”

“Well, see,” he said coming back and showing you his records, “I did get a shipment from Canada a few days ago. It should be in the back. Want to check if there are some French books in there?”

“Sure!” you said eagerly before following him to the back.

The box was small but it turned out to be filled with pocket books making it a decent amount. You rummaged through it carefully. Most of the books were in English, which was to be expected, but you managed to find a few in French. You had read three of them, but not the fourth one.

“This one might just do,” you said turning to face Aziraphale, “I know the author but I never read this one.”

“What is it like?” asked Aziraphale.

You thought that was a weird question yet somehow you had the perfect answer.

“It feels like going on a road trip. It's slow but not too slow, you get to enjoy the view and the ride while still knowing it will ultimately come to an end.”

“That’s… very poetic,” he said, “Who’s the author, I should write it down.”

“Jacques Poulin,” you said putting the book on top of your already big pile, “Now, I just need to choose which one I’ll get.”

You took a few minutes to flip through the books again before deciding on two, Lonely Castle in the Mirror and Ocean Rush, to buy along with the one by Poulin, La tournée d'automne.

“I’ll take those, though I will come back to get the others. The graphic novel in particular seems really good!”

“These are great choices!” he said as you paid, “let me just bag them for you.”

“Oh, there’s no need, really.”

“It’s my pleasure, and I got these free tote bags to give away anyway.”

“Thank you,” you said taking the bag from his hands.

“You're very welcome! I hope to see you around soon and I’m expecting you to give me your review on all of those.”

“Will do for sure,” you said getting out.

You made your way home quickly, partially because it was still very hot outside, but mostly because we were really eager to start reading. Once you got home, you threw your bag on the couch before going for a quick shower and putting on a comfier outfit.

“Alright,” you said to yourself as you made your way to your bag, “which one of you will I read first?”

But as you took out the books, you noticed Aziraphale had slipped an extra one in there.

“Well, I guess I’m starting with The Sandman then!”

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“Do you want to order something for dinner,” you asked Rossi crossing one leg under you.

“Don’t do that,” he said, quickly glancing at you and then back at the road, “what if we get in an accident, that’s dangerous!”

“Clearly you don’t want to see how I drive,” you mumbled.

“I promise you I don’t!”

“Okay, but what about food,” you asked again, uncrossing your legs.

“We’ve been living on takeout for the past week. There’s no way we are ordering something tonight too. I’ll cook…”

Before you could even say something, he added something abruptly.

“Without your help, thank you. I do not want my kitchen to burn down tonight.”

“Not fair,” you grumbled, “that was ages ago! And you know I can cook pretty decently!”

“How about you pick something to watch while I make dinner?”

“Sure,” you said smiling as you turned into the driveway of Rossi’s house.

A month ago, your landlord decided to kick you out. Well, not kick you out exactly but relocate you while he did some renovations to your apartment. Except, he forgot the relocation part. You had basically become homeless overnight and if it wasn’t for Rossi, you probably would have gone back to living with your parents. Over the last weeks, you’ve discovered that, as much as you cherished having a home of your own, living with someone else really made things less boring. Especially the rides back home from the BAU… and the fact that your room at Rossi’s was probably as big as your whole apartment.

“Can you at least give me some pointers on what you want to watch?” you asked coming down the stairs.

“Anything kid, anything will do.”

“What are we eating?” you said leaning over the counter to steal one of the tomatoes he was cutting.

“Don’t touch,” he said swatting away your hand gently, “you can’t mess with the master’s ingredients.”

“Oh, oh… sorry Mr. Master,” you said laughing.

“Go pick a show now! Shoo! Away from my kitchen little devil!”

You quickly stole another tomato before crashing on the couch. Honestly, nothing could beat Rossi’s couch. It was the oldest yet most comfortable couch you ever had the pleasure to sit on.

“How about the X-Files!” you screamed from across the house.

But there was no answer from him.

“Fine, I’ll pick something myself,” you grumbled.

You reached to grab a blanket that was laying across the coffee table. As you pulled it towards you, a pitch-black spider crawled from the folds. To stunned to say anything, you let out a small gasp and quickly pulled your legs towards your chest.

“Rossi?” you said trying to sound as calm as possible.

You heard pots and pans being placed on the stove.

“Rossi…” you said again seeing the spider make its way towards you.

The blanket was still half on the couch, almost touching your feet. As the spider climbed up, you got up on the armrest of the couch.

“Rossi!” you now scream, “Come here please!”

God, you felt stupid. How could you be an FBI agent, be able to like murderers straight in the eyes, yet still be afraid of spiders? But you couldn’t help it. Some fears were irrational and that was okay. Now if only Rossi could hear you and come take care of it.

“Rossi!” you screamed now louder, “Rossi, please, hurry!”

You got up on the couch, accidentally kicking the blanket. You heard a pan bang loudly on the stove.

“What? What is it?” Rossi asked rushing to you.

“It was there!” you said pointing at the blanket.

“What was there,” he asked concerned.

“The sp-“

But you stopped. How could you say you got scared of a spider to Rossi. He would certainly laugh at you.

“A what Y/N? You’re shaking! Is everything alright?”

He moved closer to where you were standing, his shoulder gently resting right below your hip. He wrapped his arm around your legs forcing you to stabilize on the couch.

“A spider,” you finally said, “there was a spider on the blanket!!”

“Did you kill it?” he asked calmly.

“Did I kill it?” you repeatedogiving him a weird look, “I wouldn’t be standing on your couch if I had killed it!”

Tears were starting to fill up your eyes. You felt ashamed for freaking out over such a little thing, but you were also genuinely terrified right now.

“So it’s still on the blanket?”

“Yes.”

“Right. I’m gonna let go of you for just a minute so I can get it and take it out, okay?”

“Okay…”

Carefully, he made his way to the blanket. He slowly lifted one of the folds. There it was, hiding away with its too many legs and too many eyes.

“You know,” he started, “spiders can actually be useful for…”

“Save it!” you said, almost losing your balance.

He smiled at you before folding the blanket again, making it impossible for the spider to get out. You watched him as he made his way to the front door. You couldn’t see him get out, but soon enough he was waving at you from the window. You smiled weakly. He shook the blanket. You counted one, two, three, four, five before he stopped and before you knew it, he was back inside.

“There you go,” he said showing you the blanket through all its angles, “a spider-free blanket.”

“Thanks,” you said, “but I’m still not using it.”

“Want me to check the other ones?” he asked.

To your surprised, he was being serious.

“Yeah…” you said shaking your head gently.

He went through all the blankets shaking them and showing each side to you so you could confirm no spiders were hiding.

“You okay now?” he asked making his way back to you.

“Yeah, thank you.”

He wrapped his arm around your legs once more and helped you get down from the couch.

“And thanks for not making fun of me,” you added wrapping your arms around him.

“Of course kid,” he said hugging you back, “You know what, I think I might need help in the kitchen after all.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, “I need someone to annoy me and taste the food as I go.”

You smiled.

“Well come on,” he added, “I’m starving!”

#mindful-of-ideas #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #david rossi imagine #rossi imagine #dave rossi imagine #david rossi #rossi #dave rossi

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What makes you think Klaus comes out as enby in season 3? 👀

For me, it’s the scene when Viktor comes out. Diego is like “we support you dude” and Klaus answers with something like “yeah, me too”. When he says that however, he’s looking straight at Viktor and idk, there’s something in his eyes that make me think he’s saying that in reaction to Viktor coming out and not Diego showing his support. He’s telling Viktor that him too is trans.

After that, we can’t say for sure he comes out as enby, so that’s my personal headcanon :)

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Headcanon: Umbrella Academy

-The Umbrella Academy as Greek Gods (Klaus and Five)

Part 1

Klaus as Dionysus (Διώνυσος)

I know you’re going to say that this one is obvious and easy but hopefully, I will blow your mind because you are not ready for the depth of my analysis for this one. So we will start by getting the obvious out of the way. Dionysus is mainly known for being the god of wine and madness. This, of course, fits perfectly well with our drug-addicted-hissing-at-a-ghost Klaus. We will talk more about madness a bit later, so let’s focus on wine for a minute. Dionysus is associated with wine as a drink but as well as everything around it such as viticulture and the consumption of wine. In Ancient Greece there were two main events, where wine was important, that were considered dionysiac: symposium and komos. Symposiums take place after dinner and are reserved for men. It’s a moment to drink wine and talk about poetry, politics and love. It is reserved for an elite group of people that are part of the aristocracy and is held in private. This is very reminiscent of Klaus’ time in 1960. While he turned away from drugs and alcohol, he did end up being the leader of a cult, a very rich and elite cult. He was honoured in a way that is similar to Dionysus during symposiums. As for the komos, it is a celebration held after symposiums. After everyone is properly drunk, the party takes to the streets and people go around knocking on doors and inviting themselves into other parties. There’s an amazing example in Plato’s Symposium if you want to check it out! And this, this is exactly like Klaus in season 1. From the moment we meet him, we understand that, at this point in his life, he is someone who thrives when he is high. He will transgress any social norms without any second thought. He wants to be partying all the time. I also want to mention that Dionysus is associated with music and dance, but a kind of music and dancing that is liberating and not so much intellectual. You see, Dionysus plays a kind of flute named the aulos. Since it is a flute, it is impossible for him to play and talk at the same time, he cannot teach through his music. This combined with madness gives a more liberating aspect to his music. Now, we’ve seen Klaus dance, more than once. While all the Hargreeves seem to have fun dancing, Klaus is out there having the best time. The Footloose scene, he’s giggling like a little girl. The one when Hazel and Cha-cha end up kidnapping him, it is pure chaos. He truly doesn’t care about how he looks and clearly just wants to have fun. Dionysus is all about that kind of freedom and liberation, there’s a whole cult dedicated to Dionysus Eleutherios, literally meaning Dionysus the Liberator.

Before moving on to madness and mania, it’s worth mentioning some of Dionysus’s characteristics. Dionysus is all about ambiguity. He is man and woman, Greek and foreigner, God and mortal. And so is Klaus! Klaus is man and woman. In season 3 he basically comes out as non-binary but even before that, we get to see him embrace his more feminine side. I do think however that there is a difference here. Dionysus’s ambiguity regarding his gender is often questioned. It is part of the plot of many Ancient Greek plays. However, Klaus’s gender identity never seems to be questioned, not by his siblings or anyone else for that matter. So even if he, just like Dionysus, doesn’t care about the way he presents himself, others’ reactions do differ. Dionysus is also Greek and foreigner. He is a Greek god for sure, but in most stories, he is described as coming from another country, often Lydia or Phyrgia, and coming back to Greece to impose his cult on some cities like Thebes. Klaus also presents this characteristic. There is no denying that he is part of the Umbrella Academy. However, he is often forgotten by his siblings and seems like he doesn’t truly belong among their ranks. In season 1, he literally gets kidnapped by Hazel and Cha-Cha and no one notices it. In season 3, he goes on his own little adventure with dear old Reginald to learn about his immortality and once again, his siblings don’t really seem to notice his absence. So isn’t he like a foreigner in his own family? But at the same time, he is always there for them. He will pretend to be Five’s dad, he will make sure Allison and Viktor are having fun (and getting drunk), he cares about Ben a lot and they all do care about him in return. Diego will make sure he feels okay, Luther will protect him, Five will go see his mother with him and so on. At the same time, Klaus is part of and alienated from his family. Finally, Dionysus is, yes, a god, but often he is mistaken for a mortal. His mother, Semele, was a mortal woman, while his father is Zeus. So the fact that he could become a god is very unique. Many also thought that Semele had a child with a mortal and not a god. Similarly, Klaus is immortal. We know it for sure now, but there was a time when even he himself did not believe it. It is my opinion that when we meet him, in the ambulance, that is actually the first time we see his immortality at work. I’m convinced Klaus overdosed many many times but always thought paramedics were able to revive him instead of believing it could be his powers. But just like for Dionysus, there is an ambiguity. Did he always have these powers or did he just get lucky a lot? Ambiguity is at the heart of Klaus’s personality.

Now it’s time to talk about madness, or should I say mania. It is the right word to use when talking about Dionysus. The word ‘mania’ comes from the verb mainomai (μαινομαι) in Ancient Greek meaning to become crazy or furious. There are two types of mania as well, one is good, white mania, and deliberate, while the other, dark mania, is bad and imposed on someone. Usually, in myths and stories, dark mania is the one in cause. Both mania are the same in every other aspect. There’s no way really to differentiate them except for the willingness of the participants. Those afflicted by white mania are Dionysus’s followers, while he will inflict dark mania upon others. Right, so now we have enough info to move on to Klaus. Because, just like Dionysus, Klaus does gain a large following of people. Obviously, in season 2, he has a whole cult following him almost blindly and you can see how they are similar to Dionysus followers. They willingly decided to follow Klaus, just like people afflicted with white mania willingly follow Dionysus. They are very loyal to him and will do basically anything he asks even if it is dangerous. But, he doesn’t really abuse his power to make them suffer, as he does not feel the need to. Similarly, Dionysus won’t mess with those afflicted by white mania, since they already follow him willingly. However, more importantly, Klaus has one really unwilling follower, Ben! He does not want to be around Klaus yet is stuck with him. Or at least that is what we think is happening for most of the show. We are made to believe that Klaus’s need for Ben was what made him come back as a ghost. That Klaus was the one to make him stay around because of his emotions and powers. This is very similar to dark mania. Dionysus’s want for trouble and respect is what pushes him to use his power and inflict dark mania. Even in the end, once we learn the real reason why Ben stayed, we could argue that Ben did it because of Klaus. Not because Klaus was forcing him to stay, but because he was allowing him to do so. Klaus was allowing him to take his time and ‘cross to the light’ when he is ready. His mania ended once its purpose was fulfilled, which is very alike dark mania in myths. Dark mania doesn’t last forever. Once Dionysus is content, it goes away and people are faced with the horrors they did while afflicted by mania (like dismembering their own son). So, Klaus’s relationship with Ben can be seen as similar to one of dark mania but with a much nicer ending.

Lastly, Dionysus is also the god of theatre, and boy oh boy is Klaus a drama queen! For this aspect of Dionysus, I would like to talk about one play in particular, The Frogs (βάτραχοι) by Aristophanes. Why this play? Because it’s my favourite! But seriously, because I really do think that Dionysus in this comedy is a lot like Klaus. Fun fact, comedy in Ancient Greek might have came from ritual chants that took place during komos, which I talked about earlier. We don’t know as much about comedy as we do about tragedy, but this is still one of the possible origins. Moving on to the play, it is roughly divided into two parts. In the beginning, we meet Dionysus, who wants to go to the underworld to bring back Euripides, a real-life tragedian who died the year prior. He comes up on stage disguised as Herakles, as he is one of the few who came back from the underworld. These first scenes really are a mix of slapstick humour and misunderstandings. It is very crude humour but there are still some very witty comebacks. This is a lot like Klaus when we first meet him. He is this very absurd and comedic character who once waxed his butt with chocolate pudding and hisses at a ghost. Though we still have to acknowledge that there is a kind of cleverness to him. He did manage to steal from his father for a long time without getting caught. Even in the extreme, he still keeps a certain control over the chaos. Like when he pretended to be Five’s father in season 1. He played a role, a character, which is in itself related to Dionysus. But more than that, he created a really chaotic and unbelievable story but still managed to come up on top… kind of… The whole scene uses the very same kind of humour as the beginning of The Frogs. The play goes on and Dionysus reaches the underworld. Once he’s there, he realizes that Euripides is having a fight with Eschyles, another real-life tragedian that died. Suddenly, the whole play takes a turn and Dionysus improvises himself as judge of their conflict. The two playwrights go on to have a very intellectual fight where they try to prove how their own tragedies were better for the Athenians. This is a complete shift in the type of humour. Suddenly, it is required to have a good understanding of not only theatre but also plays, authors and tragedy to be able to understand The Frogs on all levels. We can see a similar shift in Klaus. Once he loses Dave, he changes. He’s not this always-happy-and-nothing-is-ever-bothering-me kind of person anymore. But he still is, in a way, the comedic relief. He still is one of the characters you look to when you need to laugh, but it’s much more subtle now. As the show goes on, Klaus does achieve a kind of balance between this more absurd and physically comical character and a more intellectual and sarcastic one. Similarly, this play, which is about Dionysus and his characterization by Aristophanes, does require some balance to work and make any Athenian citizen laugh and have a good time.

Five as Prometheus (Προμηθεύς)

For this one, I have to start by explaining the name itself. Prometheus or Προμηθεύς in Ancient Greek comes from the prefix pros (προς) meaning ‘before’ and the word metis (μῆτις) which is a more complicated word. You see metis generally means ‘skill’ or ‘intelligence’, it is the name of the goddess associated with wisdom, skill and craft. However, this word is specific to a more cunning intelligence, one where you trick people. You can think here of Odysseus. He is the perfect example of someone who uses his metis, especially when tricking the Cyclops (and I could talk about this for days!!). So, Prometheus’ name literally means ‘the one who uses his intelligence before’, ‘the one who thinks before’. He has forethought. And this is exactly like Five! How many times have we seen him make plans and calculations to figure out what will happen next? Yes, he’s been to the future and in some situations knows what will happen next, but it doesn’t stop him from thinking about every possible outcome and being ready for every single one of them. He is a lot like Prometheus and it will be even more flagrant when retracing what Prometheus did in the myths.

The first mythological episode I want to talk about is actually one that is very important, the trick at Mekone. Why is it important? Because it basically explains why sacrifices in Ancient Greece were the way they were. It’s what we call an etiological myth, stemming from the word aitia (αιτια) meaning cause in Ancient Greek. But let’s get on with it! The story starts with the gods having a meeting with the mortals at Mekone where the division of a sacrifice between them is to be decided. The ox, killed, is divided into two piles, one with the meat and one with the bones. Prometheus, to trick Zeus into choosing the bad pile, puts nice fat on top of the bones and the ox’s stomach on top of the meat. Zeus goes on to choose the bad pile, while the humans get the one with the meat. Did Zeus know he was choosing the bad pile? According to Hesiod, yes. But that doesn’t really matter to us. What matters is that Prometheus just decided to help the humans and just showed that he doesn’t like Zeus very much. Well, this sounds a lot like Five. On one hand, Five is just constantly helping humanity. He is willing to try and stop the apocalypse over and over again if it means saving the world. On the other hand, he also is, in a certain way, in competition with Reginald, the Zeus of the Umbrella Academy. The thing with Prometheus though is that his competition with Zeus is solely based on intelligence and ruse. He will try to outsmart Zeus in any way he can. And this, this is exactly like Five. Right off the bat, he tried to prove to Reginald he knew better than him when he decided to try time travel. He had to prove him wrong by being more clever. This goes on throughout the whole show. Five constantly need to prove to everyone that he is more clever than them but especially Reginald. He didn’t have to go around and quote the beginning of the Odyssey in the original Greek but he did it anyway!

The second mythological episode is the one where Prometheus steals the fire from the gods to give it to the humans. After the trick at Mekone, Zeus, still mad at Prometheus, decided to hide the fire from the mortals. Prometheus then stole it and gave it back to the mortals while also teaching them the arts of Hephaistos and Athena. Zeus admits that Prometheus outsmarted him before taking his revenge by sending Pandora to the mortals and sentencing Prometheus. If this isn’t exactly Five then I don’t know what it is. Five disobeyed Reginald, keeps finding a way to get what he wants from him, goes behind his back, seeks out his enemies and old friends with only one thing in mind, saving the world from the apocalypse. But there’s more to it. When Five learns valuable information from either Reginald, Pogo or his own older self, he doesn’t just keep it to himself. He tells his siblings so they can use it to better themselves or change their view of the situation. He’s not always good at it and can be really harsh but you can tell he truly wants what’s best for them Similarly, Prometheus did not only give the fire back to humans, he taught them how to use it to make their lives easier.

Finally, for all his crimes against the gods, Prometheus was sentenced to eternal torture. An eagle is to eat his ever-regenerating liver for the rest of time. However, generations and generations after first being sentenced, Prometheus will be set free by Herakles (that is Hercules’ name in Ancient Greek). Similarly, Five is in a way sentenced to save the world from the apocalypse over and over again. Ok, it might have only happened three times, but saving the world is a whole lot to do. Especially more than once! Eternal torture is also extremely lonely and Five did experience a similar kind of loneliness and pain when he got stuck in the future. I’d also add that Herakles is a son of Zeus. So far, we’ve talked about how Reginald is similar to Zeus. Logically then, one of Reginald’s children would be the one to save Five from his eternal torture which is what happens in the show in my opinion. Five’s siblings, Reginald’s children, decide to help him save the world from the apocalypse, to stop him from having to endure this torture alone. In a way, they save him just like Herakles did.

#mindful-of-ideas #umbrella academy #umbrella academy headcanon #klaus hargreeves headcanon #five hargreeves headcanon #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #number five #greek gods #greek mythology

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Hey u take request

Yes I do!

I encourage you to read the rules first! If your not sure if your request is following them, you can always message me on my main @ugh-cam so we can talk about it more.

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TW: Pregnancy, body image, mention of school shootings (you’ll see), obviously this is Dark!James so toxic relationship.

A/N: Requested by the lovely @flowercrowns-goodvibes right here. This was kinda fun to write tbh, I’m not used to portraying James like that. Thanks again for your request!

Maybe you should’ve listened to your mom. But who wouldn’t fall for Dr James Wilson? Certainly not her, the woman who married a neurosurgeon who pushed you to become a nurse. So maybe it was only natural that you fell for Dr Wilson.

“Y/N? You’re okay,” asked James, rolling over in the bed and wrapping an arm around you, “You’re awfully quiet.”

“I’m fine,” you said kissing the back of his hand, “Just thinking…”

“About what we talked about last night?” he asked, hope in his voice.

You squinted, trying to see the time on the clock next to the bed. 6 o’clock. Too early to use work as an excuse to get out of this conversation.

“No, about something else,” you finally said. “Do you remember the first time we met?” you added trying to change the subject.

“At the seminar in Washington? Of course, I remember, it was only 4 years ago… and, I mean, how could I forget.”

“What did you think of me back then?” you asked trying to roll over to face him.

He pressed his chest ever so slightly closer to your back, forcing you to stay where you were.

You asked even if you knew what he was going to say. ‘I thought you were a dashing young woman’.

“What did I first think of you… I thought you were a dashing young woman,” he said.

There you go, you thought.

“And I still think you are,” he added.

That was new.

He trailed kisses down your back before resting his hands on your hips. You bit your lower lip.

“But did you think about what we talked about last night?” James asked.

Last night, just a repeat of four years ago.

Back then, you were young, too young, and naive. Maybe that was why you fell head over heels for the charismatic oncologist from New Jersey. As soon as your eyes landed on him, you knew your heart would ache until you could be with him. But it wasn’t just his charisma that drew you in, you were young but not stupid, no, it was so much more. It was his smile, his laugh, the way he seemed to deeply care about the people he was with. And you wanted that. You wanted someone who cared. You tried your best not to melt when you got introduced to him but failed miserably. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything, not then at least. Later that day, you got a note asking to join him for dinner. Just like that, what could’ve been a very boring week turned into a dream.

But every good dream has its end, and yours turned into a nightmare. You kept in touch with James, even after the end of the seminar. You would go see him a New Jersey whenever you could, but money was tight and you couldn’t afford to go there too often. That’s when he offered you to move in with him. Scratch that, that’s when he offered that you both look for a house and move in together. A house! You were still living with roommates and he was asking you to buy a house with him? And settling down? Just as you were finally free from school and ready to explore the world?

That’s exactly what you told him, and he didn’t like your answer. He told you he understood, yet his messages got colder. Your visits were shorter and shorter up until one day, you simply stopped coming. Just like that, in a matter of weeks, it was over.

It took three years for you two to meet again. It took only a few days to fall in love again. This time was different. Maybe it was because you were older, or because you now worked at the same hospital, in the same city, but everything felt easier. Now, after almost a year, together, the dream once again felt like it was ending. For the last weeks, James had been asking, begging, pressuring you to consider having children… and to try to have them soon… now. Last night, in particular, almost turned into an argument, as he once again presented the question to you.

“Because I had a few ideas on… you know… how we could… do this…” he said, punctuating his sentence with kisses on your neck.

“I’ll think about what you said, I promised,” you finally said.

You felt small in his arms, yet you didn’t want him to leave you. Despite all your disagreements, you needed him. You needed him to love you.

“I’ll get going,” he said coldly, “there are some things I need to grab at my place before going to work.”

He got up, leaving you freezing in your bed.

“I’ll see you there,” he added, kissing your hair gently.

Once you heard the door close, you rolled out of bed and made your way to the shower. You made yourself a quick breakfast before going back to your room to grab your birth control. Weirdly, it wasn’t in the usual drawer. In a panic, you quickly looked all over your room, making a mess of everything. You couldn’t have lost your pills, not now that James was talking about having a child. You sat down on your bed, trying to calm yourself down.

“Fuck…” you said out loud, wiping a tear from your cheek, “Where could they be? Could… could he…”

But that would be insane. James wouldn’t go as far as take your birth control pills from you. There was only one way to find out.

You barged into his office, not even bothering to knock before opening the door.

“House, out!” you barked at the doctor who was sitting in front of James.

“Do I need to go get my ear plugs,” he said getting up, “Are you guys about to have rough sex?”

“Out!” you screamed, pointing at the door.

“Alright, alright…” he said, closing the door behind him.

“Y/N?” James asked getting up, “What’s going on with you?”

“Oh nothing, or maybe the fact that you took my birth control pills!”

“How could you even…”

“Know it was you? I had them yesterday, you’re the only one who came over to my place… one plus one is two James, come on!”

“What does it matter anyway, you said you wanted to have a baby with me!”

“I said I’d love to have kids at some point. Not necessarily right now! I told you I was going to think about it. You couldn’t even wait one day!”

“You want kids, so what’s the problem if it’s now or later?”

Somehow, through all this, all your screaming, he had managed to remain calm.

“Because! Because having kids is a big decision! You’re out there talking birth control and cycles and I don’t know what else, are you seeing the world we live in? It’s a fucked up one! Climate change, overpopulation, school shooting! How am I supposed to raise a child knowing their life will be even more difficult than mine! How will I be a good mother if I can’t assure them that they will have a better life than I did?”

“Y/N, sit down. You need to calm down.”

“Calm down?”

“Sit. Down.”

Reluctantly, you did. Doing so, you noticed how fast your heart was beating. Not that it mattered much to you, James needed to understand that you weren’t sure that you wanted a baby right now.

“And what about me? Did you think of that? I’m the one that will carry a baby for nine months. Nine fucking months, James! That’s a long time! And how about all the ways my body will change? We’re not just talking about my belly and putting on weight. It’s aches and pains in my joints, back pains, leg cramps, skin changes, morning sickness, mood swings and I could go on! I…”

You had tears rolling down your cheeks now, though you were sure when you had actually started crying. You had trouble controlling your breathing.

“I… it took so long to accept my body as it is… how will I survive pregnancy… what if…”

“What if I don’t care,” he said cutting you off, “What if I still think you’re beautiful, despite everything you mention. What if I told you that having a child requires two people… two people that will take care of and love them.”

“But…”

“No ‘but’, we’re doing this and we’re doing it together. Now, I need you to calm down. Can you breathe for me Y/N?”

As he said that, he made his way around his desk, reaching for something that was resting on it. You couldn’t quite see what it was and recoiled as he stopped in front of you. It felt like he was towering over you. Even if you had plenty of space to get up and leave, you felt unable to move.

“That’s it Y/N, keep breathing. That’s good.”

“James…”

“We are going to have this baby, together. Now take this,” he said handing you a small plastic cup with one single pill in it.

“Is that… is that my birth control?” you asked.

He made the pill roll down in his hand. He reached to grab your face with his other hand, gently parting your lips with his thumb and forcing the pill into your mouth.

You swallowed before questioning him again.

“How do I know you didn’t just give me the sugar pill?”

“You don’t. You have to trust me,” he said before kissing you, “I know you’ll be a great mother, even if I have to wait a little bit to see it.”

#mindful-of-ideas #house md imagine #james wilson imagine #dark!james wilson #dark!james #james wilson #house md #requested #wilson imagine #fem!reader x dark!james #fem!reader

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mindful-of-ideas · 10 months

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Ok, so just to make a quick update on this. It will be posted beginning of July. I just didn’t have time to properly write it/edit it before my trip.

hello :) could i please request a dark!james wilson x reader imagine where reader is younger (in her 20s) and a nurse or intern at the hospital? maybe it’s a little bit of a toxic situation, wilson really wants to have a baby with her and she’s just not sure yet (if you’re comfortable with it maybe he messes with her birth control or something) and she also has anxiety & isn’t sure if she can handle a pregnancy?

Yeah! Of course! It should be done by the end of June (I’m leaving at that time but coming back around July 5th. So worst case scenario it’s out beginning of July).

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Yeah! Of course! It should be done by the end of June (I’m leaving at that time but coming back around July 5th. So worst case scenario it’s out beginning of July).

#ask #request

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mindful-of-ideas · 11 months

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hello! i love your house md imagines & i was wondering if you write dark/yandere content? thank you! <3

Hiya! Thank you for your kind words <3

I can always write darker content if you had something specific in mind. But I don’t think I would write yandere stuff. I’m not super familiar with it but from what I’ve read it’s not really something that I’m comfortable with.

But like I said, if you had something specific in mind, you can always shoot me a message and we’ll see if I can do it (: (my main is tagged in my description if you feel like it would be easier over messages than asks)

#ask

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Headcanon: Peaky Blinders

-Being the second youngest Shelby and being really close to John and Esme (fem!reader)

A/N: requested by anon right here, thanks again! Sorry for being a little late, I hope you like it.

As a kid, John always tried to shelter you. All of your brothers did, maybe trying to protect your innocence for just a bit longer, but John was the one who was trying the hardest. Arthur just didn’t know how and Tommy, as much as he wanted to shelter you, needed to make sure the rest of the world wouldn’t eat you right up.

Not having a mother was really hard. Sure, you had Polly and Ada, but it never felt like having a real mom.

Still, your childhood was filled with beautiful memories. You remember the boys taking you and Finn out whenever they could. You would go to the beach or just run in a field of flowers. Every day out of Birmingham was like a blessing to you. You couldn’t stand its ashy damp streets and its misery that seemed to seep out of every crack in the walls. John was always there to make sure you wouldn’t forget those beaches and fields.

“Y/N!” John called out coming up to you and Finn sitting on the ledge of the bridge, throwing rocks in the water. “What?” you asked, trying to slick back your hair that was getting frizzy from the humidity. “Look what I got for you,” he said pulling out the prettiest seashell out of his pocket. “Wow! It’s for me?” “Of course!” he said stuffing it in your hands and ruffling your hair.

Seeing you happy was enough to make him smile.

Then John got married and had children, and already you could feel the two of you drifting apart. You hated that. You hated it because you were jealous of his kids. You, you were his kid for so long and now you could see how easily you could be replaced. You hated it because those kids had a mom, which you could never have. But mostly, you hated it because you felt so bad about being jealous that you were the one who decided to put some distance between you and John. But it didn’t last very long.

“Y/N? Come here!” John said, hearing you walk in the house, “Come here I said!” he said grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, “Come sit with me for a second, will you? We barely talk anymore, what’s going on?” He pulled you onto his lap “I don’t know…” you said, “Why would you even want to talk to me anymore…” you mumbled. “What was that?” “Nothing…” “Y/N?” he said putting his hand on your head and pulling you close to his chest. “You’ve got your own kids now, why would you spend your time caring for me?” “I will never stop caring about you, Y/N. You’re.. you’re like my own kid, okay? Don’t ever forget that.”

After that, you stop being afraid to hang out at John’s place and you grow quite close to Martha too.

But that all stopped when the war started.

You got really scared when John was sent away to fight. It felt like the world had decided to rip away the only beautiful thing in your life. You were scared that everything was going to go dark while he was away. And what if he never came back…

While John was away, you were always around to help Martha. You helped her with the groceries, watched over the kids or even cooked. She was really nice to you too. She would brush your hair, braid it, let you try on makeup, and dance with you in the kitchen.

But John came back and she was the one who ended up leaving you. It was really hard on you. You stayed locked in your room for days, barely coming out to eat. John would sit in front of your door trying to coax you out. You could hear him cry sometimes. And you cried too. Because you missed Martha. Because you wanted to be there for the kids. Because you were supposed to be the one making John smile.

You got out of your room, slowly sitting down on the floor by John’s side. You weren’t crying anymore, but couldn’t really bring yourself to smile. You rested your head on his shoulder. “Do you remember her favourite song?” you asked quietly. “Of course I do,” he said,” she will dance to it all the time. You did too.” “So did you,” you added. “Maybe we could put it on… and dance…” “I think I would like that…”

At first, you were completely against John marrying Esme. Why would he marry someone he doesn’t even know! And why replace Martha! You understand it, of course, from a business and strategic point of view, but that’s all.

It doesn’t take long for you to notice how happy John is with her. So as much as you want to hate her, you can’t bring yourself to do so. When John finally presents you to her, you can’t hide how happy you are.

“Y/N, this is Esme, my wife,” John said proudly. “Hi,” you said, waving your hand shyly. “So you’re the famous Y/N,” Esme said, crouching to be on your level. “Famous?” you asked curious. “Yeah, famous,” she said pushing back a strand of hair behind our ear, “John can’t shut up about you, acting like a proud dad and stuff.”

And that was enough to make you fall in love with her. After everything, the war, Martha’s death, you felt like you were going back to your old self. You were happier than ever, always smiling and ready to help out.

Esme was really grateful for you too. John’s kids were still young, and seeing you close to Esme, trusting her, made them feel more comfortable around her. Very much like Martha, she took care of you, but unlike her, she wasn’t trying to keep you in the house. She would push you to go out and explore the world on your own.

You could tell something was wrong when her cocaine addiction was getting out of hand. You tried your best to be kind to her but she always seemed down and moody.

“Esme,” you said unsure. “What is it, sweetie?” “You… you… you look like you’re not feeling well,” you finally said. “I’m okay,” she mumbled, “don’t worry about me.” “But I can’t help it!” “Come here,” she said, quickly wiping and tear from her face, “Come on, smile for me, you’re our ray of sunshine aren’t you?” “Yeah…” you said smiling weakly, “But Esme, I really am worried…” “Shhh, let me do your hair for you,” she said spinning you around, “That will put a smile on your face, right?

Moving to the countryside estate is probably the best thing to ever happen to you. Esme was the one to invite you, saying that this could be your first step to getting out of Birmingham. It feels like living in a childhood memory. You would enjoy long walks in the field with the dog, drinking tea on the terrasse and watching the sunset over the trees. You were older now, of course, but you would still fall asleep to John telling stories to his kids.

It all gets destroyed, torn apart, when John is killed. A big red stain is spreading across your perfect life. You can’t stay there anymore, it makes you feel sick. You try going back home, spending time with Finn, then going to Ada’s, but nothing seems to be working. You start to spiral down

If people doubted you were a Shelby, they believe it now. You’ve been up to all sorts of troubles, petty crime, drinking, and fights, but nothing could fill the hole in your chest. Ultimately, you wound up getting a bunch of guys really pissed off. Something about you being a prude or something. You were so drunk by then that you could barely remember what they said. You could however remember how scared you were when they cornered you in an alley near the Garisson. You could remember how badly you wanted John to just show up and get you out of there.

It was Esme you showed up. She had been looking for you ever since you left the countryside estate. She brings you back home and tends to your wounds, making you feel at home once again.

“I didn’t mean to cause that much trouble,” you said. Esme was finishing up the bandage on your arm. “It’s alright Y/N,” she said,” don’t worry about it.” There was a long silence before any of you spoke again. “Why are you doing all this?” you finally asked. “Cause I care about you,” she said, picking up a hairbrush and sitting behind you. She was taking her time, slowly detangling the knots in your hair. “But…” you started, not knowing what to argue. “Cause you’re like my kid,” Esme said, cutting you, “And I’ll be there for you no matter what!” You turned around, suddenly hugging her. “I love you,” you whispered in her ear. “I love you too,” she whispered back hugging you tighter.

#mindful-of-ideas #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders #john shelby headcanon #john shelby #esme shelby headcanon #esme shleby #requested #shelby!reader #shelby!sister

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