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willowhaired · 8 months

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Secrets - Chapter 1: A rainy day

Remus Lupin × OC

Summary: Adrienne Macmillan is a Slytherin student in Hogwarts, who gets curious about his fellow classmate's, Remus Lupin's scars. Upon finding out their meaning, what will she do with this secret and the feelings she begins to feel towards the boy?

Word count: 1,660

Keywords: Marauders-era, Remus Lupin x Slytherin girlfriend, secret relationship

Trigger warnings: scars, "hate speech"

Author's note: So, this story has been at the back of my mind for a few months and I've rewritten the first chapter about a hundred times, but finally, here it is! Please note that I took the liberty of using Andrew Garfield as a reference for young Remus, and aligned descriptions as such. Feel free to change it up in your mind if it bothers you too much. 🤍

@errruvande you asked me to tag you if i posted this, so here we go. 🤗

Adrienne Macmillan was a young witch in her third year. She was making her way through the grounds in the pouring rain, covering under her robes – it made not much difference for raindrops found their way to even her still short, dark hair. Trying to get into the Quidditch team, she cut her long wavy hair last year, in hopes that it would be easier to manage, only ending up with the contrary. In the humid weather, it became more unruly than ever.

By her side was her childhood friend, Chloe Avory, who was in many ways, her opposite: her hair was honey-blonde, and her eyes, bright blue. While Ada sported many birthmarks around her body, Chloe’s face was clear and pure. She was somewhat taller (with the years this difference in height became more and more apparent) and her whole appearance resembled a well-made statue. Her personality was not much different from her looks.

’We’ll be late for Divination!’ she exclaimed after blinking up at the tower clock.

Chloe wasn’t fully pureblood, however, it was a topic she never discussed and always denied. It was her father’s mother: a witch, but of muggle parents. Her family considered it such a disgrace that they never even visited her father’s parents and rather lied that they passed away. This, of course, was known and a topic of gossip among Ada’s mother and her friends.

Adrienn, on the other hand, was from a family of the sacred twenty-seven, no less. This granted them invitation to all of the lavish parties that Walburga Black hosted. Her mother, Michelle, always made sure to strike up a conversation with the lady of the house, dragging her young daughter along.

'It is truly a disgrace,' said Walburga, with her monotone voice, yet it wavered often with anger. She sipped from her wine. 'The mudbloods are overtaking everything. There are barely any decent wizards working at the Ministry nowadays.'

'Next, they will let werewolves to work there. Can you believe they are considered wizards? They are monsters!' Michelle doubled down, gesturing with her glass as she usually did.

'We are living strange times,' the other woman agreed and a grimace twisted her face.

'All the more important to keep the bloodline pure,' Ada's mother said. She glanced at her daughter and Walburga took a good long look at her. This was the moment Adrienne realised that she was there for show. All those times she tried to talk or add her own remark (which was merely an echo of the two women's opinions), she was dismissed. She didn't have to speak: all she had to do was to stand there so Walburga Black would notice she existed.

'Why, can you believe Sirius and my Adrienne are the same age?'

When she got to Hogwarts, she was, of course, sorted into Slytherin. She wrote an excited and proud letter to her parents, only for them to ignore her. She could not please them, however she bent her personality to match theirs.

But the biggest blow to her confidence came when they got their first tests out.

'Here are your graded papers. Might I point out that you are here to learn. Some of you,' McGonagall pressed. 'Should put more effort in.'

Ada was leaning back in her seat lazily. She almost didn't look at her test when the professor handed it to her, only her grade glared at her in red ink. She made an audible gasp.

'Professor, there must be a mistake.'

'There's no mistake, Miss Macmillan. I suggest you study harder for the next exam,' McGonagall said sternly.

Ada wished she could be swallowed by the earth. Being a pureblood did not inherently make her better than others – a thing she never considered possible. Her face was burning while her body felt like her blood turned to ice in her veins. The green of her tie seemed to turn into a great blob of murky water that would slowly swallow her.

'Miss Evans, this was a pleasure to grade. Wonderful work!'

Adrienne sank lower in her seat. Merlin, could this be any worse? A mudblood outsmarting her?

From then on, Lily Evans became her rival, only this was not known to the redhead. Adrienne studied and practiced restlessly, yet could never really outdo the Gryffindor girl. This annoyed her to no end, and it did not help matters that she couldn't make it into the Quidditch team.

’This English weather!’ her other friend, Rachel exclaimed in a (rather forced) French accent when they finally stood by the ladder to the Divination classroom.

Rachel Tremblay was a new addition to their friend group, another pureblood witch who came back to England with her family just before she started attending Hogwarts. She had strawberry blonde locks – which she insisted was natural, just as her accent - with blue eyes, many freckles, and an impeccable style. She never missed an opportunity (or made one) to mention her years in France and how much better it was there, and while Chole could drink up her each and every word, Ada was growing bored at the pretentious nasal sounds and sunny countryside.

Maybe that was why, but Ada found herself zoning out during these conversations more and more often. One day, Rachel was fervently dismissing British cuisine during breakfast. She listed every French pastry under the sun to Chloe and a fair few of her peers while Adrienne was poking at her breakfast and staring ahead without much thought – suddenly, she noticed that she locked eyes with someone without meaning to. She was so taken aback that she dumbly continued staring at him and to her surprise, the boy gave her a small smile before turning back to his friends.

The breakfast gave a turn in her stomach.

'Ada, did you do your Herbology homework?' Chloe nudged her. Adrienne nodded and took a sip of her pumpkin juice. Merlin, she hated pumpkin juice.

'Can I borrow?' Her friend asked, and Ada mindlessly pushed her parchments towards the blonde.

Adrienne found herself glancing in the boy’s direction more and more often.

Remus Lupin was a Gryffindor, tall and lanky (even the tallest among his friends) with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Even though he was in the same year as her, she never paid much attention to him, for the boy himself was quiet and disappeared behind the boastful and loud pair of James Potter and Sirius Black. It did not take her long to notice his scars, and if anything, they made her curious. Or rather, she needed to know and understand things.

Figuring out the secret behind Lupin's scars became her hobby, if you will. She knew they were magical for they never truly faded, but more interestingly so, there were new additions every once in a while. This kept nagging her, so she began taking notes on a small piece of parchment of the dates: not only did she realise he looked downright ill around the times he gained new scars to his collection, but that it was a monthly occurrence.

Once they climbed up the ladder into the incense-filled room, she realized that this paper got wet in the rain, and much of the dates were now only blotches of ink. She crumpled it up in her hand to shove it back into her pocket and shook her head to rid of the raindrops.

Taking up Divination was Chloe’s idea.

’We should pick Divination!’ she pulled at Ada’s cloak when they had the forms in front of them. ’One of us might be a seer. Rachel's mum said Grindelwald was one. Besides, it would be fun. We could see into our future. I wonder if me and Lucius are going to get together.’

Muggle Studies, of course, was out of the question. Ada crossed in Divination without much consideration (she wanted to be close to her friends, after all) and she deemed Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures to be the most useful addition.

In Ancient Runes she was finally able to top Lily Evans – her mind was quick to learn and recognise the writing system, and the professor praised her translations as some of the best ones she had ever read.

In Care of Magical Creatures, she was able to meet Lupin and was even paired with him when they were observing salamanders (they had to constantly give them peppers for the creature to survive out of fire), although this encounter was tense, at best. Nervousness left a very angry-looking expression on the Slytherin girl’s face and she barely talked, while Remus, well, he was pale and sickly.

He was feeding the salamander some pepper.

’It really is turning blue,’ Ada gently ran her finger across the animal’s now purple-ish back. It shivered, for the girl had some exceptionally cold hands, but it apparently entertained Lupin enough to let out a small chuckle.

’My dear,’ the Divination professor’s misty voice brought her back to the room. Trelawney had a grave expression on her face and her heavily ringed fingers studied Ada’s chart. ’You have your Moon at the Anaretic Degree… And it conjuncts your Jupiter in Sagittarius! Take note, dear, for Uranus is aspecting it and the Node of the Moon will pass through it soon. Your long-held beliefs will surely change and I am certain you will experience some tragedy at home. Be prepared.’

’I don’t think that’s likely,’ the girl scoffed.

’Don’t be so sure,’ the professor cautioned her. ’Traditions can be washed away by a wave huge enough, or a small ripple if they are founded on a flimsy base.’

Then she turned to the whole class: ’For the next lesson, prepare your horoscope for the next month, using the Moon calendar at the end of your books.’

’Studying the Moon,’ Trelawney pressed while staring at Adrienne through her thick glasses. ’Might bring some answers to you.’

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gracefulsunflower · 2 years

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CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 39

PUBLISHED: 15/07/2022

Part 1

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You sat at your dining table, listening to the noise coming from inside as Finn, Saoirse, Daisy, Karl, Aberama, Bonnie, Isiah, and Oscar all worked together to cook breakfast — brunch, now, you mused as you looked at your watch.

It was Mother's Day today, and Finn and Saoirse were originally going to cook just you breakfast, but then Saoirse wanted to cook something for Ezzie, and Polly, and Ada, and Hilda. Jeremiah, who Isiah always celebrated Mother's Day and Father's Day with, was also invited. That was how that lot, as well as Isiah, Aberama, Karl, and Daisy ended up here. Saoirse then called Bonnie and demanded that he come and help cook or he wouldn't be a part of the family anymore (an empty threat, of course, but the cooking would feel incomplete without him). He ended up bringing Oscar, who was a welcomed addition.

You ended up taking the table outside so you could enjoy the weather, which wasn't all that bad at the moment.

You could hear your father instructing Saoirse on how to scramble the eggs properly. The smell drifted down to you and made you feel queasy, so you drank some of your ginger beer to fight it. This didn't go unnoticed by Polly, who poured you a cup of tea.

"Try some tea, love. Maybe it'll settle your stomach," She suggested, pushing the cup towards you.

You took it gratefully, sipping away.

"You're not reading my leaves, though," You warned the woman, seeing right through her antics.

She sighed, then looked at Esmeralda, who cocked an eyebrow as if to say 'I told you so'.

"What are you two on about?" You demanded, feeling terribly left out.

"Nothing," The two replied quickly, making it know that they were very much on about something.

"Oh, god, what's wrong with (Y/N)?" Ada questioned, knowing that the only time Polly read leaves was when someone had something big happening to them.

"Something's wrong with (Y/N)?" Hilda asked hurriedly, eyeing you worriedly.

"She looks fine," Jeremiah commented, sipping on his coffee as he read the newspaper, not even bothering to look at you or entertain the women's antics.

"Nothing's wrong with me!" You snapped, a bit louder than you should've, waking Finn Junior from his nap at your feet.

He yowled in protest, swiping at your ankles, making you yelp.

"Tell me what you two are going on about before I take your eyes out with a spoon," You threatened, narrowing your eyes at the pair sitting across from you.

Ezzie and Polly looked at each other, then back at you.

"I had a dream that you gave birth," Ezzie admitted, making you scoff.

"Your dreams are always hit-and-miss," You pointed out, she didn't always have dreams that came to be like you did.

You conveniently left out the fact that you also had a dream that you went into labour. It didn't feel like a prophetic dream. Just a normal dream. Wishful thinking. You knew the difference.

"And that is why I want to read your leaves," Polly added, making you huff as you tipped the remains of the cup out onto the ground, leaves and all, then slammed the cup back down onto the table, hard.

You were surprised that the cup didn't break.

The pair took that as a sign to take a step back. Hilda placed a hand on yours, and squeezed it comfortingly.

"If she was having a baby she would've told you all," Jeremiah pointed out, placing his newspaper down, not seeing any point to the women's nonsense.

You all sat tensely, waiting for brunch to be cooked and brought out.

"Is something burning?" Ada broke the thick silence, and you went to snap at her for saying something so ridiculous, but you soon smelled the scent yourself.

You all quickly looked back over at the house, and through the window you could see Finn, now rushing around with a smoking frying pan, everyone else in the kitchen laughing at him.

He left through the kitchen door, and after a few beats he appeared through the side door, rushing to the railing and throwing the burnt stuff onto the ground.

"What did you manage to burn, Finny boy?" Jeremiah called out to the boy, and Finn rolled his eyes.

"He burnt the onion!" Saoirse yelled out of the window, giggling.

"You shush, little miss," Finn commanded, pointing the frying pan at her, but grinned as she still giggled away.

"Finn, I was looking forward to having onion on my hamburger. Bee, divorce your husband," Ezzie joked, and you chuckled.

"I shall have to, the smell of burnt stuff stinks," You complained, screwing up your nose as you took a sip of your ginger beer.

"You know, they sort of look like you, (Y/N)," Finn said as he looked down at the burnt mess, then up at you.

"Finn Theo Shelby, stop comparing me to fucking onions! Push my buttons again and you're sleeping on the couch tonight," You said to your husband, narrowing your eyes at him, and the people around you started cackling.

"Love you," Finn threw over his shoulder before walking back inside.

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You all had a good brunch. Oscar and the kids had washed up and put away, and now you were all scattered around the house, either napping or relaxing. The kids were out on the play equipment with the cat and dogs.

You were stood in the kitchen with Ada, eating some leftover muffins, pencilling in Saoirse's next dentist appointment on the calendar. Ada came over and bumped you to the side, then started flipping around the calendar herself.

"What in the fuck are you looking for?" You asked her as she counted days, flipping back and forth between the pages.

"Couldn't find it, doesn't matter," She replied, and you rolled your eyes, downing the last of your drink.

"You right watching the kids? I feel tired," You said, and she nodded telling you to go and sleep and that she'd get the kids inside to colour so she could nap too.

You walked out to the hallway, and stuck your head through the doorway of the living room, where all of the couches were taken. Oscar and Bonnie were asleep on the couches in front of the fire. Hilda and Jeremiah were asleep on the couches surrounding the green rug.

You headed down the hallway to the smaller guest room, and stuck your head in the doorway there. Isiah and your sister were sound asleep, your sister snoring softly. You looked across the hall. Polly and Aberama.

You walked back down the hallway, into the living room and up the stairs, going down to your own room.

Finn was making himself comfortable in the bed, eyes half closed as he did so. You wasted no time kicking off your shoes and crawling into bed with him.

Finn quickly moved so he was flush against you, humming contentedly as you drifted off to dreamland, your husband not far behind you.

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Chapter forty is next — it feels surreal to have a fanfic with such a high chapter count lmao

Also, honest question to you readers; Would you prefer me to follow the plot of the show and kill off Bonnie, or leave him alive?

Love y'all ❤️

- Sunflower x

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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years

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fukuzawa, mori, and fyodor seeing their independent f/s!o crying for the first time

@aida690adriana: Hello. Can I ask for headcannons for Fukuzawa Yukichi, Mori Ogai, Fyodor Dostoyevsky (separately) and their strong and independent fem!s/o, who cried for the first time in his memory? S/o started crying from some trifle (for example, a waiter in a cafe was rude to her). This incident was the last straw, before that she always suppressed tears and did not allow herself to cry, so that she would not be considered weak. Please.

a/n: ooooh ngl this is a bit of a challenging one for me but i have been meaning to write for both fukuzawa and mori, and ofc fyodor is one of my faves so lets go!!

he has always been impressed by your independence and ability to take care of yourself

he's a busy man and as much as he would like to have the time to take care of you more, sadly his work doesn't allow it

although he admires your ability to hold your own, he sometimes worries that you don't truly feel free about expressing your emotions but he's not quite sure about breaching the topic with you yet

fukuzawa used to be apprehensive about you working with him in the ADA but you were just amazing at talking and negotiating with clients that he found your services valuable in the end

a lot of the ADA members look up to you and ask you for help sometimes so you have that reputation

but because of that, you would often pressure yourself to keep up such appearances because you're scared of letting your partner and the other ADA members down

it just so happened that you were having an extremely stressful work day since most of the ADA members were on a mission and you had to take on a lot of clients

one in particular was giving you a hard time and challenging your expertise, asking repeatedly to talk to fukuzawa even though he was out

you were in desperate need of a breather afterwards so you locked yourself in the supply closet out of fear of anyone seeing you cry

the agency office was basically empty at the end of the day but fukuzawa actually came back to fetch something from his office and he couldn't mistake the sounds of you crying in the supply closet

you practically jumped when he opened the door and fukuzawa was just as surprised as you are

the two of you were staring at each other for a bit before he asks "wouldn't you rather stay in my office?"

he knows you don't quite want to talk about things yet so he'll clear the couch in the room for you, set a box of tissues on the coffee table, and busy himself with making tea

and then when you start talking and apologizing about crying in the supply closet he's honestly surprised

fukuzawa would definitely be sweet and reassuring with you and say that even though he's amazed by your independence he doesn't want you to force yourself to be that all the time

"i know that the ADA work is very stressful so feel free to use my office to take a breather anytime"

during work, he sometimes takes the time to check in on you and even makes you coffee in the morning and afternoon

one of the things mori always loved about you was your independence and ability to stand up for yourself. you were rarely shaken by other people

he was always impressed watching you handle things by yourself whenever the two of you were dealing with other organization heads in yokohama

you did know what you were getting into when you got into a relationship with the boss of the port mafia so you didn't want to be someone who'd weigh him down

and that's why you also tried to be useful with mori's work

whenever you had a meeting or an event to attend, you'd have to go to the bathroom to take time and collect yourself before engaging with people

mori prides himself at being good at reading people's feelings and he definitely notices this from you

he's not the type to push things unless you initiate them. but sometimes he finds time to usher you away so you have time to breathe

whenever you and mori go to events you always encounter a rude guest or two who'd question your place by the port mafia boss's side

usually you're able to argue with them until they're unable to speak but you're exhausted by the night you've had and the rude guest is just picking you apart

finally, you just can't take it from them anymore and rush to the bathroom

mori, of course, notices your absence decides to wait for you outside while you're trying to fix yourself and make it look like you weren't crying

your eyes are still red when you decide to leave the bathroom and of course you're shocked to see mori out there

he doesn't miss the look on your face and quickly asks about what happened

you're a bit intimidated being so vulnerable in front of mori but he wraps an arm around your waist and takes you somewhere quieter where you reluctantly talk about what was bothering you

after you finish talking mori just gently puts his hands on your shoulders

"do you want me to take care of them for you?"

despite how dangerous his voice sounds you end up laughing at that and mori's kind of puzzled but relieved to see you feel slightly better

he reassures you with the fact that you don't have to involve yourself with mafia work and he won't love you any less for it UwU

you were always drawn to fyodor because of how easily he was able to read you and connect with your thoughts

it's something that you found useful in your relationship since you weren't used to openly communicating your thoughts or emotions and because of that you came off as more 'independent' to other people

when you're around him you actually find yourself relaxing a little because he has a good handle on what you're feeling or what you really want

he likes to assure you that he doesn't mind you being vulnerable around him or asking for help (that is if he's not busy with his usual work)

one of the downsides to being with fyodor though was that he was always busy and the two of you could only go on dates around once or twice a month

so whenever he invited you for dinner it was always a big deal for you and you especially looked forward to them so you liked to spend a bit of time getting ready

it was no surprise when fyodor texted that he was going to be a bit late. you were used to it since he had stuff to do and you pulled up your phone or a book to pass the time while waiting at the table

you booked the reservation in advance anticipating this and you thought it was fine but then you noticed that one of the waiters would visit your table a bit too often

at first the questions sounded like concern 'are you alright? is there anything you'd like to order first?' but then they later became a bit more pushy

then they started making side comments about how your date maybe just ditched you and that you should go home already even though you knew very well fyodor was on his way

eventually, it became a bit much and their comments got to you so you started getting ready to leave while quietly blinking back tears when fyodor finally shows up

he's concerned when he sees your teary face which you quickly try to conceal but he strokes your hand gently to try to calm you down

immediately he suspects that it was because of something someone says and as much as he wants to hurt them, fyodor knows that you need the attention first

when you apologize for crying in front of him, he just blinks and says that you never have to apologize for doing that

he's not the best at comforting in general but he gently asks if you would rather order and eat at home with him instead

fyodor knows you missed him a lot (and he missed you but he's not gonna say that out loud yet) so he pays more attention to you for the rest of the night

he makes it a point now to arrive at dinner dates a bit earlier

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theshelbyclan · 4 years

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Family Secrets

Summary: Polly finally lets slip what the real Shelby curse is and as the youngest Shelby, with a little encouragement from John, you feel obligated to use it to your own advantage

(Gif by @mistress-gif) A/N: I wrote this one when I couldn’t sleep, a long time ago, fuelled by my own frustration of being picked on as the youngest. This has been a headcanon of mine for ages and I finally put it to paper. I never had any intention of posting it, but because I’ve reached the 500 followers mark, I decided to share. It’s short, fluffy and a lot lighter than the actual series. Enjoy!

Words: 3220

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“Give me the fucking book, John!” you bellowed through the kitchen. Your aunt was adamant that you’d all eat together, one day a week, on Sunday. These dinners were great and important, but they always ended in chaos. Tommy usually left early to get on with work, so he was never part of the sibling banter that ensued.

You had just finished eating and while Aunt Polly was busy clearing the dishes, you thought you could read a little. How wrong you were.

Holding the book out of your reach, the most annoying brother in the world was grinning broadly at you. “I will punch you in the fucking throat…” you threatened. This only made John laugh harder and he threw the book over your head towards Arthur who caught it nimbly. “How about me, little sister,” Arthur said playfully, “Are you going to cut me?” With a sigh you turned around and made another failed attempt at grabbing the book. Arthur threw the book back at John and a little game had started that you had no energy for. Still, you wanted that fucking book. “Forget the book, Y/N,” Ada commented from behind her own book, “Let them have their fun.”

But you were too stubborn for your own good, “I’ll be damned if I let them win…” which gave rise to more laughter from your brothers. So you grabbed the nearest tea towel and threw it in Arthur’s face. Before he could remove it, you pounced and actually felt the book beneath your fingers now. Polly paused her work and watched the scene with interest, partially because it was sweet, in a very Shelby manner, and partially because she wanted to put a stop to it before her kitchen got destroyed. You were so close, but Arthur grabbed you around your waist and managed to get the book back to John. Now you were well and truly stuck. “Right, what now?” he teased in a low voice. “Get the fuck off!” you screamed, when John walked over to you and dangled the book in front of you. Stretching out your arms as much as you could, you could almost reach it. But John, evil as he was, used his other hand to tickle your ribs and you immediately crumpled down in Arthur’s arms. The second brother soon joined in and now you were being attacked by two pairs of hands. You dissolved in a mess of giggles within seconds and there was nothing you could do. Sliding down onto the floor, with very little hope of rescue from your sister or aunt, you were at their mercy completely. And then, like some miracle, Ada intervened. She grabbed John by the collar and pulled him back. You gasped for breath as soon as you could. “She’s had enough, John,” Ada said sternly, “Back off, or you’re next.” Arthur looked down on you with a huge grin on his face, “Ada, we both know she can take much more than that…” “Noo!” you whined and without waiting for him to finish his sentence, you rolled away on your stomach across the kitchen until you bumped into your aunt. “Should’ve punched him in the throat,” she said softly to you. “Don’t be a baby!” John called out, “It’s your own fault.” “How the fuck is it my fault?” you replied indignantly from the floor. “For being so fucking sensitive,” John grinned. Arthur joined in, “That’s right. Just turn it off.” You rolled your eyes almost audibly.

John scoffed and pushed Ada away, “You’re fourteen now, Y/N. Time to learn.”

Polly turned around swiftly, “Oh, like you ever did!”

“What?” your head shot up.

Ada looked at you with a smirk, “What, you thought you were the only one?”

As you got to your feet, Polly helped you up and said meaningfully, “That’s the real family curse, sweetheart.”

Years of them pinning you down and teasing you bubbled up in frustration, “Are you saying that I’ve been going through torture for all these years, thinking that it was just me, when all this time…”

Arthur shrugged, “You’re the youngest and smallest. Comes with the territory.”

“Besides, we’re stronger,” John added smugly. He was right of course, which made it all the more annoying.

Polly threw down the washing cloth and theatrically said, “Welcome to the Shelby family, feared by all in Birmingham and where everyone is ticklish as fuck!” Your entire worldview had been altered in seconds. Apparently this wasn’t news to your siblings, because they all looked completely unimpressed by this bit of information, while you stood there with your mouth hanging open in surprise. After thinking about all of this for a while, you asked, “Even Tommy?” “When we were kids we used to make fun of him,” John recalled with a glint in his eyes, “It’s just his ribs, but if you poke him suddenly, he literally jumps.” “He went absolutely feral,” Arthur nodded. An idea was taking shape in your head, “Would that still work, you think?” “You’ll only get yourself killed,” Ada commented in her usual bored tone of voice. “Do it!” John urged, “Come Ada, you know she’ll get away with it.” You and John had always been the most mischievous in the family and you shared a look with a similar twinkle in your eyes. You finally knew something Tommy didn’t know. This was your one chance to catch Thomas Shelby by surprise. ***

For the next couple of days, you tried to get your brother alone. It was strange, because on the one hand you couldn’t wait to try out your plan. Envisioning how he would react was brilliant already, but the feeling of power you had was even greater. However, you also feared his reaction. Thomas Shelby was a busy man and he had very little time for anyone these days. When he did spend time with you, it was short and it often involved him reprimanding you. In all honesty, you were a little scared of him, but not scared enough to let a prank like this one go to waste. You’d deal with the consequences, whatever they were.

John might’ve been even more excited than you were and whenever Tommy left to go somewhere on his own, he motioned you frantically to follow him. Finding the right time proved almost impossible though. So you decided just to get on with it. This was the day you would find out if your brother shared the family curse. Unfortunately, he’d been in a bad mood all day. He’d called a family meeting at breakfast and had left quickly after that. They’d all reconvene in the evening. Dodging all your other responsibilities, you shadowed Tommy for most of the day, but he had one business meeting after the other. His mood was getting darker and darker, and you began to wonder if you were actually suicidal. But then, unexpectedly, you found yourself alone with him outside. “Y/N,” he said strictly, “Tell me what’s going on.” You’d come outside for some peace, because today was one of the busiest days at the shop and you’d had enough of the noise. Outside, you planned on reading your book and you’d forgotten about Tommy for a minute. Until he had appeared suddenly. “Nothing,” you said, looking up.

“Then why have you been following me all day, eh?” He sounded annoyed almost and all courage left you.

Improvising quickly, you said, “Missed you at dinner last Sunday.” “I was there,” he lit a cigarette and sat down next to you on the stone steps.

“For five whole minutes…”

“There was business to attend to.” “And there’s family to attend to as well,” you replied, without missing a beat. Silently, he side-eyed you and a small smirk played around his lips, “You’re right, I’ll do better next week. Am I forgiven?” “No,” you feigned anger. He turned his head towards you and he smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

The bond you had with Tommy was a complicated one. In many ways you were very similar, but the war had changed him the most. Sometimes you felt like you’d lost him completely, when you thought of how you used to talk and laugh with him when you were younger. These moments were so rare now. And these exact thoughts did the trick and you decided that you had to be the one to make that old Tommy come back, if only a little. So you said a silent prayer, decided not to overthink it and poked him in the ribs once. The effect was immediate. Thomas Shelby shot up and nearly rocketed himself off the steps. With a wild look of betrayal he turned his eyes on you and you almost burst out laughing. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” you asked innocently.

He cleared his throat, ran a hand through his hair and sat back down. Apparently, we’re pretending this never happened, you thought.

A few seconds of awkward silence later, you poked him again. This time, a small yelp escaped him. The most feared gangster in Birmingham yelped, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing any longer.

As you were still trying to regain composure, Tommy pointed at you with a menacing finger, “Do that again and you will not live to tell the fucking tale.” You could only snort in reply. He was trying so hard to act all scary and while that had an effect on most people, you just couldn’t be bothered right now: It was too funny. Besides, you thought you could detect just a hint of mirth behind those pale blue eyes and decided to risk everything on just that.

“I mean it, Y/N,” he repeated, raising his eyebrows, “Do it again, I fucking dare you, and see what happens.” So you did it again.

In a flash, he was up and dove for you. But you were faster and jumped out of the way. Like the two of you were a part of a bad play, you started circling each other around the small yard. Neither said a word and seconds felt like hours. Then Arthur called from inside the house, “Tom!”

“You called a family meeting,” you reminded him, while relaxing a little at the prospect of escape.

Tommy’s eyes stayed on you and he cleared his throat again, “Fuck, alright. You’re coming with me.” And he lifted you up and threw you over one shoulder. Your shrieks filled the house as he walked through the betting den, over to the table where the family was already gathered, with you still on his shoulder. Without blinking, the leader of the Peaky Blinders announced, “Right, well you’re all here. Let’s talk business quickly…” Aunt Polly pointed vaguely at your arse, which was sticking up in the air, “You do realise you have my niece in your arms?” “Well aware, Poll,” Tommy continued, like it was the most normal thing in the world, “Business! We’ve done well this week. John’s shown me the books and we’re making more money than ever. Next week, we’re buying a new horse and I’m going to race her.” Flabbergasted, the family stared at Tommy. You could see the million questions on their faces, but they decided to wait until he was done talking. You had also refrained from protesting by now. “Poll, as treasurer I need your permission to buy the horse.” She blinked a few times and mumbled, “Buy the horse. Y/N‘s still…” Tommy held up a hand, “Not finished,” and everyone closed their mouths again, “John, I need you to talk to that old widow down the road. She’s recently lost her son and she should become part of our fund. Arthur, for fucks sake, get the books from the Garrison in order.” “It’s those bloody numbers, Tom…” Arthur grumbled in reply. “Are we all clear on what to do?” Tommy finished off in a hurry. When no one replied, he answered for them, “Good!” With this he plucked you down from his shoulder and held you in his arms bridal style. With a grave and business-like tone he announced, “As you all know, this is Y/N Shelby, youngest member of the family. While we were away in France, she kept the fort and she has often provided us with some relief in times of stress ever since we’ve come back. But not anymore.” John started to get nervous and looked from you to Tommy. Had they gone too far this time? But then he saw Arthur grinning and even Ada had a small smile on her face, so he knew Tommy was only playing. “Gentlemen,” Tommy continued, “This is the day that Y/N Shelby dies. Say goodbye to your sister.”

And that’s when you decided not to await your fate, so you made a sudden movement and jumped out of Tommy’s arms. Dashing past the table, you sought refuge behind Polly’s back.

“Told you this would happen, Y/N,” Ada said, not helping at all.

For some reason, Polly got up and left the room, while stating triumphantly, “The secret’s out, Thomas. Deal with it.” Now you just had an empty chair for protection. Tommy pointed at you directly and practically growled, “And it’s going back in.” With three of the largest steps he was at your side once again.

So you held up your hands, “Okay, wait, I can explain.”

“Too late, little sister,” Tommy said in a low voice, “These are family secrets that are not spoken of.”

“You’re such a drama queen, Tommy,” your sister commented, while getting up to leave. And all you could think was: why would you leave me alone with these mad bastards?

You really should’ve known better but decided to go for the cocky approach, “There’s no point in trying to scare me now, Tommy, knowing what I know.” You raised your eyebrows in an attempt to show him you were still in control. You weren’t. In a flash he’d tackled you to the floor and had you pinned down, while whispering ominously, “You picked the wrong brother to fuck with, Y/N Shelby.”

And for the second time in a week, you cursed your own sensitive skin as dexterous hands attacked your sides. Incapable of little but laughing and screaming, you flailed around hopelessly. Tommy’s face was slowly softening into a smile as well.

“Tommy!” you pleaded between giggles, “It was John, not me!” “Was it now?” he taunted without stilling his fingers, “And who was the fool to listen to his ideas, eh?” He moved up to your ribs, which made the pitch of your laughter increase. “Toohoohoom! Wait!”

Now, it was no secret that your major weakness in life was your sensitivity. Usually it was John who took the most advantage of it, being the mad joker that he was, but he often got Finn or Arthur to join in. Arthur on his own could be absolutely brutal, which was due to his strength as well, so there was no hope for you at all. Ada didn’t bother much, but when she did, she was merciless, much like Polly. But Tommy, he was a whole other story. You didn’t have many moments like this with him anymore, but when he did play and did get his hands on you, it was hell. He knew exactly how to reduce you to a small heap of giggles, pleading for your life and regretting all life choices up to that point. And this was happening right now. His smile was widening and he shook his head, “You thought you could beat me, eh?” “Yeheeeheees,” you admitted. Then he stopped for a second, allowing you to breathe, “Alright, you little devil, I’ll give you one a chance to speak.”

Residual giggles were pouring from your mouth, “Never… listen… to… John.” Tommy looked up at his younger brother who was showing zero remorse on his face, and he nodded slowly, “Good. What else?” “I’ve learned that Thomas Shelby sounds like a girl when…” but you never got to finish that sentence, as he continued his assault.

“Wrong answer. And you are way to ticklish to have an attitude like that, Y/N,” he said calmly.

As he dragged your arms up and dug his hands under your arms, you squeezed your eyes shut, “NOOOO, I’M SOOHOORYYY!” “Are you?” he asked, now smiling broadly at your reaction, “Then tell me what you’ve fucking learned from this, eh?” “YOU DON’T FUCK WITH THE PEAKY BLINDERS!” you managed to shout out between laughs. “That’s right,” Arthur commented, watching the scene while sitting back in his chair, “Finally, she gets it.” Tommy paused and looked at both of his brothers, as if he was waiting for their verdict. “Nah,” John decided to cause more trouble, “I don’t think she has…” Still struggling unsuccessfully to get out of Tommy’s grasp, you shouted, “John, shut your fucking mouth or I swear to God…” Tommy rolled his eyes and interrupted you, “Get her, boys,” he called out, “Let’s teach our sister some respect for her brothers.” So now there were three brothers trying to keep you in place, while you were being tickled from all sides. Why did you listen to John? Why did you not know better than to challenge Tommy? Spluttering, kicking and fighting like crazy, you managed to kick them a little bit at least, but the fact that they were all grinning down on you still meant that it didn’t help much.

Tears leaking out of your eyes, you shrieked, “YOOOUAAHAHAH AHAHAHALL SUAHAHACK!”

Then Tommy stopped them and crossed his arms in front of him. The amusement was twinkling in his eyes, “Had enough?” “Yep,” you said quickly, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Whatever Polly has told you,” he widened his eyes and brought his face close to yours, “Family secrets are not spoken of.” “Fine!” you called out, “They’re not spoken of.” His smile grew again, “Remember this, Y/N. And remember this was nothing compared to what we can do and what I will do, if you ever feel the need to cross Thomas fucking Shelby again.” You got up, again, and brushed yourself off while sending a death-stare to each of your brothers. But when Tommy smiled at you, there was a certain warmth to it that you hadn’t seen in ages.

“Wankers…” you mumbled carefully. Tommy smirked slightly, “You brought this upon yourself, Y/N. Now you know what happens…” “…when you fuck with the Peaky Blinders. Bladibladibla…” you finished his sentence. Making your way to the door, you turned back for a moment, “To be fair, Tommy, I did just saw you jump up about a foot because you’re actually fucking ticklish. So much for the whole gangster act, I should say.” Tommy’s eyes narrowed, John burst out laughing and Arthur managed to shout out a quick “Oi!” And before anyone could react, you sprinted away. Somehow, this still felt like a victory. Sure, you were the youngest and probably the most sensitive in the family, but you had discovered your own weapon now. John would be next, just for setting you up. Arthur would involve more planning. But finding Tommy’s weakness, that was the real triumph. Behind you, you could hear Tommy sit down and sigh, “Well, boys, we’re well and truly fucked now…”

And you grinned to yourself. The game was on.

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Pretty in Pink

1923

Clara never enjoyed shopping and clothes quite the same way she knew some other women did. She wasn’t particularly fussed to be donning the latest fashions, comfortable enough most days in Ada’s old hand-me-downs or the few items she had picked out for herself. She figured there was little point when she spent most time in her silly school uniform anyway.

But now that the family business was successful, and mostly legal, there were different expectations. There were dinners and balls and events at which Clara’s favorite cardigans and most comfortable old boots simply wouldn’t do because evidently, in certain circles, appearances truly did matter, even the appearances of relatively insignificant little sisters.

“Do you need some help?”

Ada’s voice floated in through the curtain, casual though Clara had kept her sister waiting outside the fitting room for several minutes longer than was customary.

“No, I just—"

“Well, let’s just see then.”

“No, I—“

Ada pushed the curtain aside and revealed Clara fully dressed in the gown, the girl staring at herself in the mirror, her hands moving nervously across her stomach and thighs. Ada offered a smile as she looked at her little sister’s reflection.

“Clara, it’s lovely.”

Ada took Clara’s hands and pulled her from the fitting room, guiding her to the raised platform which sat centered in front of three larger mirrors, each placed at a different angle to offer a more complete view.

“It’s very… pink,” Clara said, flouncing the skirts, “and not very practical.”

“It’s a charity dinner. There’s no need to be—”

“What’ll you be wearing?” Clara interrupted, turning to her sister.

“We’re not here to discuss what I’ll be wearing.”

Ada always wore black to these types of things. Black, practical dresses with low heeled shoes. She rarely even bothered with coloring her lips or nails or doing anything other than pinning up her hair.

“Something sensible, no doubt,” Clara answered as she turned back to the mirror. “Not some flashy, pink—”

“It looks good on you,” Ada interrupted.

“I don’t know.” Clara lifted the skirt. “It’s very long and—”

“It’s very long only because you’re very short,” Ada said, reaching behind her to grab a pair of heeled shoes. “But that’s a problem easily solved. I picked these for you. They’re a perfect match.”

They were lovely shoes and they did match the dress perfectly, something Clara would have to be daft to deny. Ada smirked as Clara nodded once, huffing as she muttered a defeated, “fine.”

Ada helped Clara into the shoes and then stood back, admiring her sister’s completed look as her hands settled on her hips. “Well, our boys will absolutely hate it, but you do look lovely.”

Lovely wasn’t a term that often came to Clara’s mind when describing herself. She had never really felt confident in that particular compliment despite the frequency with which she had heard it. As a child she had been called every version of the word by her family and by strangers who liked to point out what a sweet little thing she was.

The words had always brought a heat to Clara’s cheeks and the tips of her ears and she’d often find herself hiding her face from whoever paid her the compliment, ducking behind the legs or into the chest of whichever family member was closest, mumbling an embarrassed thank you only when prompted.

It was worse now though because something had changed over the past year and Clara felt the furthest from lovely that she had ever felt. Her weight and the distribution of it had shifted in such a way that she no longer recognized the girl, or young woman, she saw when she looked in the mirror.

For all her life, Clara Shelby had been a bit small, always assumed to be a few years younger than Finn by those who didn’t know well enough that the two youngest Shelby’s were twins. Because she’d always been thin, Clara expected she’d one day end up with a body similar to Ada’s. She imagined she would gain a few extra inches of height allowing her to stand eye to eye with Ada, but Clara expected the rest of her body to remain mostly the same, a frame of relatively straight lines.

Ada still stood half a head above Clara though, and the rest of Clara’s body seemed keen to betray her, feeling heavy and awkward as the knobby-kneed body of her childhood became something decidedly different.

It seemed like it occurred overnight, Clara’s body shifting to a collection of limbs and flesh she didn’t recognize, a frame which didn’t slip so easily through the tightly placed desks at the shop, her old clothing stretching across parts of her body where it had once hung loose. It was partly why Clara had become so insistent on sweaters. She was always cold, so no one question it, but the long cardigans also covered up all the parts she felt unsure of.

There was no hiding while standing on the platform in the fitted pink gown though, set in front of a collection of mirrors and her older sister’s discerning eyes.

“Clara?”

Clara’s eyes shifted from her own reflection to find Ada’s gaze in the mirror.

“I think you’re beautiful,” Ada said, rubbing her hand up and down Clara’s arm, “but if you don’t like it, we’ll find you something else. Something sensible.”

Clara smiled a bit at her sister’s mocking and Ada took a step back, watching as Clara absently twirled back and forth, swishing the bottom edge of the dress as she did so.

“It is a rather nice shade of pink...” Clara mused, meeting Ada’s eye in the mirror once more, a mischievous glint coming through as the girls’ eyes locked. “Are you absolutely certain they’ll hate it?”

Ada snorted. “Well, I can’t imagine them being happy, though I hope that’s not the only reason you’re considering it. Whether or not you like it is more important than what anyone else thinks.”

Clara shrugged, her eyes focused again on the hem of the skirt as it swished in the mirror. “I can consider both at the same time,” Clara said as she turned and offered her sister a small smile, “but really Ada, imagine their faces—all of them the same shade as this dress. And John, he’ll—”

“You enjoy their distress far too much,” Ada said.

“I’m no worse than you ever were,” Clara answered, “walking around Birmingham in five-inch heels and sneaking around Tommy’s best—Ow! Christ, Ada!” Clara shouted as Ada pinched her.

Clara stumbled off the platform as she stepped away from her sister, rubbing the offended spot on her side.

Ada settled her arms over her chest. “There’s more where that came from if you don’t start remembering where your loyalties lie, little sister.”

“You’re the one who started—”

“You’re either aligned with the boys or you’re aligned with me,” Ada answered. “And I can’t imagine an alliance with them will last very long once they see you dressed up like that.” Ada stepped forward, placing her hands on Clara’s shoulders and turning her towards the mirror once again. “You’ll need the Shelby ladies on your side if you and your beautiful dress are to make it through the night.”

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Sheathed Claws (Part 1)

(Yandere Fukuzawa feat.Ranpo as his evil sidekick)

Summary: As a former Assassin himself, the formidable Silver Wolf Yukichi Fukuzawa can see through seemingly perfect disguises. You really should not have chosen ADA to work after fleeing the Order of the Clock Tower.

Notes: I wrote this instead of polishing my Tetchou fic, someone yells at me to do things in order- You can sense clear parental issues here, so enjoy! The reader’s ability is modelled after Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, the ability to control air currents. She is a former assassin leader of the Order of Clock tower, her superior being Lady Agatha Christie. I could have wrote this as a full fic, but I got too excited about a Mori fic and just...went with easy way with this one. The next part would be out next week by the latest.

Special thanks to @killuwumi and @bungoose for beta reading this mess! You guys are the best :))

Warnings: Female reader, Power imbalance, possessive behaviours(in future chapters), mild yandere themes, Ranpo gives horrible relationship advices

You thought your facade is good enough, that your acquaintances are none the wiser. And you are correct, at least to a certain degree. But for a fellow former Assassin, it is not that difficult to decipher from the way you carry yourself. Fukuzawa, the president of your current organization, for one.

You had paid an old friend a good sum, who happens to be a government official, to cleanse your dirty past. Nobody would find anything now, not even yourself.

To avoid any suspicions, you created this bubbly innocent girl mask for your coworkers, to gain their trust so even if the Order finds out about you they would have a hard time pursuing you. You never were particularly close to anyone, even when you let Naomi come to your shopping trips from time to time after her endless pleas. “Your western style is just so cute! I want to try it!!” Of course, you cannot say no. Guess Lady Christie was right, if you wear a mask long enough it would fuse in with your true self.

You act just like any other secretary in the ADA, polite, properly-dressed, hardworking and always ready to pick up any agent’s slack on paperwork(mainly Dazai’s). He notices how you would blend well with the background with that quiet nature, your presence barely noticeable, just like what he used to be in his assassin days. You also have a sweet voice and would look up to him with those adorable feline-like eyes while reading meeting reports to him.

No, no Yukichi, she is your employee, not a stray kitten you encountered in a park. You cannot pat her on the head or squeeze her cheeks, it would be inappropriate. He had to scold himself so very often, whenever you smile to greet him at his desk or wish him a good evening when you leave work. Maybe that is why he hired you, a foreigner with little work experience in Japan.

Since you are only a clerk, Fukuzawa assumed you did not possess a special ability, therefore he did not bother to check your background thoroughly. However, there is something that distinguishes you from the norms like Kirako Haruno or Naomi Tanizaki. Your quick reflexes are unusual for a civilian. His suspicions were confirmed thanks to Ranpo.

When Ranpo accidentally pushed one of his donuts off the table, you snatched a napkin, crouched down and caught the pastry with one hand. All done within half a second, without dropping a single sheet of the files on your other hand. Even Ranpo was impressed and gave you a few words of praise. You responded with a sheepish smile, but that smile does not look so harmless to Fukuzawa anymore. That is when Fukuzawa took a particular interest in you, who are you really? Those moves would take years of training to mould into one’s instincts.

You have hidden pockets in that skirt? He could just be paranoid, but that size is enough to fit a mini-gun or a dagger. In fact, you do carry these things around, old habits die hard. Decades of Assassin life had made you insecure without a weapon to hold. But young women often carry self-defence mechanisms right? Surely you would need them since you are just so cute. Is he just overthinking things?

Using his connections, the ADA president got a copy of your records from the Government Database. But they are nothing out of the ordinary, almost too normal. Maybe you are just blessed with natural talents, not some government spy. Because that could mean big problems, as Fukuzawa hates the government to stick their noses into his Agency.

“(Y/n)-san? She is a nice girl. She is always willing to help out everyone with their troubles. Hah, one time she even went to drag Dazai out from a ditch!”

“When the powers are out, (y/n)-chan brought lots and lots of candles for us. I cannot be more grateful.”

“She loves sweets and would often bake me some! (y/n)-chan calls me her test subject for her confectionery arts, not that I mind as long as I get half of her chocolate cookies!”

Only words of praise and gratitude, Fukuzawa cannot seem to find a single bit of negativity related to you? You are so friendly towards everyone, no one ever saw you in a different mood other than cheerfully happy.

The more Fukuzawa learns about you, the more invested he becomes. Even though it started as an investigation, he had grown fond of you rather quickly. Soon enough he finds himself smiling back to your greetings and goodbyes, even sneaking gazes full of fondness when you were not noticing.

Hm, so the agency president had taken a special interest in you huh? That is better than ideal. Now you can sleep soundly at night without ten traps set up in your apartment. People usually protect what they love right? Now you got the powerful Silver Wolf, an elite swordsman as your bodyguard!

These little actions did not get past the observations of Ranpo Edogawa. You are pleasant to have around, and if you marry the president would mean you would never leave the ADA right? He can have those delicious sweets for the rest of his days! His sensei is happy, and he got an endless supply of delicious food, sounds like a win-win to him.

So when Fukuzawa asked him to use his Ultra Deduction on you, little Ranpo did not suspect a thing and gladly obliged.

“(y/n)-chaan is a skilled assassin, with at least ten years of experience...And served in the Order of the Clock Tower as one of their finest knights, but she is currently on exile.” Ranpo and Fukuzawa exchange a glance, mixed with shock and horror. Both stayed silent for a while, digesting the unbelievable truth Ranpo just dug up.

So, his hunch was correct. But how can you, a charming lady who would help the elderly to cross the street, would give up your seat on the train to pregnant women, would help out anyone in need used to be a cold-blooded assassin? (These are all classic kindness gestures in Asia, in case anyone is confused)

Can Fukuzawa imagine you in black tights(eh idk how this came up), ending people’s lives while lurking in the shadows? No, it is physically impossible. He lived that kind of life, how can you turn out to appear so innocent? Unless you hid your evils exceptionally well. This sends a chill down his spine, the thought of someone who can fool the entire Agency of intelligent agents…

You may not harbour any ill-will towards them yet, but you still pose a major potential risk regardless. You can feed the agents poisonous cakes and even Kunikida would eat them without question. Some precautions need to be taken.

“Sensei, you like (y/n)-chan, right? Why not take her in and watch her every move, make sure she is no threat?” Another win-win situation, if you ask Ranpo. You would have all the time in the world to bake! Wouldn't that be amazing?

His smart apprentice never disappoints.

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Primadonna

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Shelby Sister imagine to the song primadonna by MARINA where her brothers set her up undercover.

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Your family had its humble beginnings. The moment your mother and equally careless father left you to your own aunt Polly and half siblings, they took you in a heartbeat. Having a different eye color unlike your siblings made you a victim of constant teasing and insults about you even being blood related to them. But your brothers were always there to beat or cut people back for you.

You’ve witnessed firsthand the struggles your brothers and aunt had to go through, the foes they had to take down in order to take you, Ada, and Finn to the top with them.

Despite being close with your sister and youngest brother, one trait set you apart from them – you were too much like Tommy.

The moment you turned eighteen, your declaration to officially help with the business almost gave your siblings a heart attack except Tommy and Polly who have already trained you the simple things months beforehand.

But Tommy saw more potential in you. You were one among – if not – the most sought-after faces in Birmingham. Your eye color – the previous subject of all insults towards you, became the company’s best asset. Strangers would never associate you as being a Shelby yourself, and you took full advantage of that. The secrets, confidential information, and weaknesses your family wanted from potential threats to business were often left as your responsibility to uncover. You were adored and you’d be lying if you say you didn’t love it.

You were currently clung on another clueless bloke’s arm, avoiding the stares other men gave your way, as he guided you in the party. On usual occasions, you would’ve already been playing around with the men who’d approach you. But the man you currently have wrapped around your finger is the son of the man your family is trying to blackmail into handing over shares. Unlike your usual missions, this one was the most frustrating.

Your past preys were at least somehow attractive to you. But this one, he was very reserved to the information you wanted at first, and not at all in your definition of attractive to the very least. This mission was only expected to last three days, but this one has already been going on for almost a month, and it was only this morning that he finally disclosed what you needed. One factor you were too thankful for was that sleeping was off the table, as his family was very religious.

But despite that, you still needed to find the perfect time to officially ‘break up’ the shit you started. Polly had told you that instead of suddenly disappearing and possibly starting an unwanted investigation about your real identity, it was better to end them like it was over something over rational but should always be someone else’s fault.

Scanning around the party, you saw your family and some of your employees around. Catching John’s eye, you glared as he was unsubtly yet silently laughing at you. He tapped your Eldest brother Arthur’s shoulder and whispered something to him, probably about you, when he also turned around, took a quick glance at your direction, and joined John’s snickers.

You intentionally stirred you and your date’s direction to pass by them. Seeing you coming close, they both straightened up and acted preoccupied by something else. Finally walking by exactly John’s side, you decided to step on his foot earning a satisfying muffled cry from him as you passed.

The party was coming into a full swing. Looking around for your other brother, you spotted him by the bar.

“Darling, I’ll head to the bar for some refreshments.” You told your date, running your hand up and down his arm. Thankfully some friends of his were approaching to talk so he couldn’t go with you.

Slowly walking towards your brother, you huffed when you took a seat beside him. Looking straight forward to not cause any unwanted attention, Thomas was the first to speak.

“It’s a party, angel, not your wedding to that man. At least look happy to be in his company.”

“I’m sick of that man calling me a love muffin.” You replied, making your brother chuckle.

“You need to act faster Y/N. Some of my men reported seeing him enter a jewelry shop yesterday.” Thomas warned.

“All I ever want is the world, Tom. Not a fucking pet.” You answered.

“You want a faster solution?” He smirked. Thomas was handed the file from you that morning so he knew you were only at the last step of your mission.

“Well, duh, Tom.” You muttered, taking a sip from your drink.

“Isiah’s here.” Chuckling, you knew what your brother was insinuating.

“You can count on me to misbehave, brother.” You smiled. Finishing up the rest of your drink, you put the glass down and fixed your appearance.

Making your way through the crowd, you saw Isiah leaning on by the corner, hands crossed and already smirking at you. Tommy had already told him beforehand that his services might be of need for you that night.

“So, what is it this time, princess… Angry fiancé, an old flame, just hooked up with, or the good ol telling him you have the clap?” He asked laid-back.

“Hmm…” you thought, figuring out the most suitable act. Unfortunately for you, your date was already near you and was glaring at Isiah.

“Stop bothering the lady and find your own date, peaky scum.” He spat at your friend, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and taking you away before you could even make sense of what just happened.

“H-how did you know he was one of those Peaky blinders, sweetie?” You asked, masking the nervousness in your voice.

“I saw him at one of the meetings before. Those people are no good, love muffin, you’ll be safer with me.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyed and jab at his chest.

“A meeting?” You acted surprised. “Why were you on a meeting with them?” you whispered.

“They’re trying to close a deal. My father’s not too keen on them though.” He shrugged. “Enough about them. Can I talk to you in private?” He cooed.

He was leading you by the balcony. Shooting Tommy a look that screamed ‘get the fuck over here’, it was his turn to roll his eyes and get up from the bar to stride your way.

Slowly closing the two big windows on the balcony, you already knew what would greet you once you were to turn around. The reflection of the man kneeling down behind didn’t look too pretty.

“Love muffin…” He called you. And sure enough, when you turned around, he was already on one knee with a box on hand.

The big diamond that was sitting in the box was the only pretty thing.

“… you are like the beauty queen on the silver screen. I know sometimes you can be difficult, but that’s how I love you. Will-“ His speech was cut off with the windows opening abruptly.

“Mr. Watson wait!” Thomas barged in. Your date stood up with a scowl on his face.

“Mr. Shelby, I do not appreciate getting interrupted.” He glared at your brother.

“I know, I know. But this lady…” He gestured to you. “I run backgrounds at everyone I associate business with. You won’t like what the file that I have on this lady will reveal.”

And as if on cue, you started crying, holding unto his arms telling him not to listen to whatever this Shelby mas was going to say.

“She’s a whore from Camden who ran away when she got the clap.” Thomas revealed.

At his revelation, the bloke let go of you immediately.

“You- you said you were pure like me!” He accused, a disgusted expression on his face.

“I- please… I love you.” You begged him, only to be walked out on.

When both of you were sure that he’s away, you composed yourself and smirked at your brother.

“What do I get this time, boss?” You crossed your arms together. Every mission was a guarantee of a reward from your brother.

“For a month of dedication, the waterworks you just did, and for stepping on John, whatever you want, angel.”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #Tommy Shelby #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #thomasshelby #Arthur Shelby #John Shelby #john shelby imagine #finn shelby #Ada Shelby #polly gray #polly grey #isiah de jesus #shelby sister

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How the Peaky Blinders React To Your Scars

So the original request was a reader having a large facial scar she covers up, I tried to make it a lil flexible/easier to cover up, very similar to my GoT scar preference? sure why not

In this preference, you'll be with: Tommy Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Ada Shelby, Polly Gray, Michael Gray, Alfie Solomons, Lizzie Stark, Isaiah Jesus, Luca Changretta, Aberama Gold

THOMAS SHELBY

To be blunt about it, you intrigued Tommy more than most women because you were still startlingly pretty, and you had such a peculiar, almost haunting look in your eyes that he couldn’t help but be drawn in. He’d find an excuse to talk to you, even if you tried to dodge his attempts at conversation for one reason or another. Tommy would never stare or address you differently, he’d seem the same to anyone who knew him, but internally he was very interested by the mystery of it all.

He’d never ask you directly what happened, never. You’d have to volunteer that information, and he’d wait. However … as his affection grew, he’d grow protective even if you weren’t an item, and he’d begin to wonder if the person who did it was still alive, god help them. He’d become attached now, and anyone who stared or insulted you would be lucky to get off with just a harsh word.

ARTHUR SHELBY

You were used to people being startled when they looked at you, and Arthur was no different, so you brushed it off. Mr. Shelby worked with your boss, so you had to be polite. You just wish he’d stop staring whenever he came in to do business. The thing was, Arthur began to overlook the scar and was getting flustered from how sweet and charming you were. That was more disarming. The misunderstanding continued until he was waiting in your boss’ shop and overheard some man quietly insulting you to his friend… That ended with your boss hastily cleaning blood and glass off the floor and you alone with Arthur, dabbing a cloth on his bloody knuckles. He sort of blurted out the best apology he had, fumbling over his words and basically confessing how pretty and sweet he found you.

When you’re dating, any thoughts about the scarring falls to the wayside, as it’s just a part of you. Only sometimes when you look a little forlorn as you touch your face does he wonder what happened, though he feels like he’d just screw up if he asked about it. You know he still finds you lovely no matter what, because it just takes a kiss and a smile to get him to blush.

JOHN SHELBY

John puts his foot in his mouth constantly, everyone knows that. When he first saw you walk into the betting office to get to work, he blurted, “Did she get cut or what?”. Ada hit him so swiftly he stumbled back in surprise. He’d never seen a woman with scars like that, and you were still pretty, he realized a few minutes later. He knew what he said was idiotic, but it still took a few days before he managed an apology to you, feeling like a fool the whole time. He was interested, though, so John would hang around and talk with you when you weren’t busy. He started to get quite a crush, and it bothered him to think what happened to you. He thought back to all the men he cut, and it filled him with anger and disgust to think of someone doing the same to you.

Later when you two were an item, anytime John recalled that first meeting he felt his soul cringing out of his body. He’ll still randomly apologize for it, and you remind him it’s been more than a year at that point. It would be best to tell John what happened, because he’d think of all these scenarios in his head and it’d drive him a little mad wondering which was true. You better believe he’d become unreasonable and think of revenge if the person who did it was still around.

ADA SHELBY

Truthfully, Ada was drawn to you because she felt pity. It must have hurt so much, and being a woman, you must have been given a hard time, both before and after the ordeal … Well, you proved her wrong with how energetic and lively you were, not caring a bit about what people said. You didn’t even seem to notice it half the time. It made Ada think about how stupid and shallow her assumptions were… Also, it didn’t make you any less cute. She thought they were attractive, in an odd way, it only added to how interesting and different she found you. Her crush was hidden to no one who paid attention (which, granted, only Polly seemed to notice such things).

Ada wanted to befriend you right away, thinking she could keep that crush under control. Spoiler, she couldn’t. Whenever you show a more vulnerable side, worrying about how your scars look or remembering how you got them, Ada is quick to bring you close and give you plenty of kisses and reassurance. She’ll kiss your scarred side until there’s no question of her affection.

POLLY GRAY

She didn’t need to see the scars on your face to know you’d been through a hard time, it was there in your posture and your eyes, but you kept on. You worked for the Shelbys and you worked damn hard, although she wished you wouldn’t keep your head down all the time. Polly wish you’d speak up for yourself and stand your ground, and although she didn’t want to mother hen you, that would end up happening. For some reason, she felt a connection with you, although often she wondered if that was silliness on her part. When it came to the story of your scars, she’d let you come to her. It’d happen on a stormy evening when you were seated with her by the fire, full of warm tea, and the story would just come out.

You felt like you could tell her, and you could, Polly would take the secret seriously if you wanted it to be one. Still, she couldn’t help but think of who did it… If the person or group was still alive, still walking the streets of London, or hell - even Heath street - well … You wouldn’t tell, but she’d be silently struggling with what to do about it. After that, each time she’d look at your face, she’d get a nagging voice telling her to do something. Perhaps you didn’t want it, but perhaps you didn’t have to know.

MICHAEL GRAY

So, he’s a superficial young man, especially when it comes to women. He was disarmed by your appearance, even if he had to admit the rest of you was gorgeous. He knew it was an irrational feeling, but there it was. He didn’t want to get involved with a woman in the company, anyway. The thing was you were competent, and funny, and he relied on you more than once to get trickier deals done. Tommy trusted you as well, and it began to bother Michael when he noticed his cousin subtly flirting with you. It bothered him even more when someone commented on your looks - “Just look at her,” He’d hear someone sneer, and he’d loudly retort, “Yes, that color looks lovely on her, doesn’t it? She’s excellent to have at the company, for many reasons.”

He’d said things like that several times, but then you finally overheard. The defense startled you, since Michael always seemed so professional, so distant, but then you began to notice how protective he was getting, the little gifts he’d bring in, how many times he’d take you to dinners and parties. Eventually you had to just laugh and ask Michael if he was your boyfriend yet. A sudden kiss was your response.

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Frightening as he was to your father, Alfie was nothing but respectful and kind to you, even humorous. He liked to bring you something considerate, like flowers or some bread, whenever he discussed business with your father. It was so unlike the other men you’d met. For Alfie’s part, he’d never treat such a lovely, sweet lady any differently for something like a scar. He didn’t even care what the circumstances were, he was taken with you right away when he walked into your father’s establishment, and the scar didn’t add or take away from that. His favor wasn’t subtle at all, and as much as it flustered your father, Alfie made it clear he wanted to take you out at some point.

When you’re dating and intimate, he’s the sort of man to come to your defense no matter whose harassing you and what they’re saying. So, someone insulting your scarring gets the same punishment as someone whistling at you or questioning your virtue: Bloody bones. Alfie doesn’t like to show his temper in front of you, but protecting you is like a reflex. No one speaks about his girl like that. Much later when the cancer and the bullet begins to damage his eyes and face, he makes morbid jokes about how you two match and you’re clearly perfect for each other -- although you’re still far prettier.

LIZZIE STARK

In your first meeting, Lizzie immediately felt sorry for you, and that thought instantly bothered her. Who was she to assume you were some sad, lost bird? You seemed eager to work for the company, more focused on that than what you looked like, and she ought to not make assumptions. As Lizzie worked with you and became your friend, she stopped thinking about it, only glancing now and again if the light hit your scars just right. The problem with staring is she’d start looking at your eyelashes, then your lips, then your neck … Thank god you were too busy to notice. She hoped you didn’t notice, because then you might think she was looking at the scars… Although, in a way, they had their charm, too.

Lizzie is protective of you, especially if you don’t speak up. Anyone making a comment about you, even if it’s one of the Shelby boys, is going to get a sharp retort. She may even scold you for not sticking up for yourself, though you’ve heard everything under the sun at this point. She thinks you’re gorgeous and will tell you so, not settling for you blushing and shying away. She means it, damn it, and she’s not going to let a bunch of stupid men or stuck-up women make you feel bad about yourself.

ISAIAH JESUS

Because he’s helped his father with wounded men for years, scars don’t bother Isaiah like they do other people. He’s seen and helped patch up some grisly injuries that led to worse scarring. Isaiah was taken aback by your’s not because they were the worst he’s seen, far from it, but because he could tell what caused them and how much it could’ve hurt. While he was usually quick to flirt with any pretty girl in sight, it felt odd to do the same with you, almost disrespectful. So he approached you from a friendly perspective, and was glad that you both were able to talk so easily.

Once he gets to know you better and you’re friends, Isaiah wonders if it’s alright to give you some ointments to help if the scars start itching or aching. He asks his father for advice on this (his dad thinks the crush is cute). While he’s chill and easygoing when you hang out, his angry side comes out if anyone speaks out against you, and he knows plenty of young assholes who think they’re tough for harassing a girl. He’ll beat them up, no exceptions, though afterward he’d apologize bashfully for losing his head. Michael is the one who points out his crush during a night of drinking and Isaiah is too smashed to deny it. He’s completely taken with you.

LUCA CHANGRETTA

Most ladies Luca has been with are the more superficial type, meant exclusively to be arm candy, pleasure and little else. He was with one of them when he noticed you at a party. You had a bold, striking dress and an equally arresting smile - it took him a moment to notice the scars, but the people around you didn’t seem to notice, too interested in what you were saying. Luca liked that confidence, it drew him in right away. He liked that smile you had, it was crooked because of the scars, but it was cheeky and genuine. He spent much of the party speaking with you.

Luca liked taking you out on dates and spending money to please you. The more he got to know you, the deeper his feelings were, though he was mostly unaware of it until his father cheekily asked when you’d be introduced to the family. He was quick to your defense if anyone rudely commented on your scars or tried to ask you about them. Luca rarely thought of them after the first few dates, because there was so much else to focus on, in his opinion.

ABERAMA GOLD

It’s not just your unusual looks, but the sort of mystery that you give off that interests him. What can he say, he loves interesting people, especially if they’re pretty women. When he first started speaking to you with his usual charm, he realized that you didn’t believe him when he said you were lovely. Apparently you weren’t told that often, and that was a crime in his books. Each time you’d go out, he’d make a point to compliment your outfit and looks, and it was all genuine, even if you demurred or sighed in disagreement. You could’ve had scars all over and he’d still find you darling, and that was the truth.

While he wouldn’t push you to tell him what happened, often his mind would drift to it. He’d get angry thinking about who hurt you like that, and he’d idly wonder if they were still around … Maybe he could ask some questions, get some answers, so to speak. If you’d let him, he likes to run his fingers along them while he kisses you, feeling how soft the skin still is. He’d grin and offer to show you his old knife and bullet wounds … somewhere private, of course.

#peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders preference #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #ada shelby x reader #alfie solomons x reader #lizzie stark x reader #isaiah jesus x reader #luca changretta x reader #aberama gold x reader #polly gray x reader #michael gray x reader #somebody plz give isaiah some gifs sob

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Consequence (Joel Miller x OC)

Summary: What if Joel survived his injuries from the Abby and Fireflies attack but ends up with really bad amnesia. He can’t remember his wife, Ellie, or the Outbreak; only before. How will his family bring back the man they once knew?Pairing: Joel Miller x OC Note: An update? Could It be? After all this time?...Yes. It is I! I come with a thousand apologies for taking so long to update. I didn't plan for it be so long but with Covid and going back to work during Covid and family stuff, I just haven't had the time but I'm back my lovelies and I really hope this chapter doesn't disappoint :)

Chapter Seven

Tommy woke up late for the first time in weeks; he didn’t often sleep in but given his late night chasing lost cattle through the town after they’d somehow managed to escape the paddocks; he figured he more than deserved it. Maria had woken him when she made to leave and insisted he stay put while she made a start on the morning checks. She kissed him goodbye and they promised to meet later for lunch together.

The morning air was crisp and fresh as he stepped down onto the path, his jacket zipped tight to fight off the dwindling cold. The snow had long since melted and there were clear telltale signs of Spring fast approaching in Jackson.

And while the cold wasn’t as biting as it had been, there was still the odd chill that needed to be shielded from with a layer or two.

It wouldn’t be long before they were preparing for a new harvest to grow throughout the year. The sacks of seeds and planting equipment appearing all over town as families began to prep the soil and start their planting as the wildflowers poked their heads through the ground to bask in the warming sunlight.

Tommy made his way through the streets heading straight for his brother’s house. It was still hard to believe that it had been a whole two months since Joel’s attack.

Two whole months since his sister in law had lost her husband; his niece, her father. And unfortunately for all of them; it didn’t seem like Joel was making any progress to getting his memories back. He tried to help of course but his brother, being the stubborn grump that he was, had only pushed his younger brother away, insisting he was capable of handling the trauma alone.

He hated seeing his brother struggling, especially when it seemed that some details were coming through. It was little things but it was better than nothing. The only problem was, it was things Joel seemed to dismiss without a second thought.

Tommy honestly believed if Joel focused on them, they’d help process bigger things. Though it certainly hadn’t helped matters that the older Miller had stopped going to his weekly check ups to help his mind improve. The head of the infirmary had voiced her concerns to Tommy a few days earlier. His constant dismissal and disregard for their importance to his slow recovery; not just frustrating the Doctor but also Tommy himself.

He just hoped he could talk some sense into his big brother.

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He knocked but no answer greeted him as he stepped inside the house. It was quiet but clean. Each room meticulously organised and tidied to within an itch of its life. He figured this was what Joel must have been filling his days with over the past few weeks. The sound of muffled hammering caught his attention, leading him up the stairs to Joel’s workshop room. The door slightly ajar. Tommy had barely entered the room before Joel acknowledged him.

“What do you want, Tommy?” Joel grunted without even bothering to turn around. Tommy just shrugged silently, his hands awkwardly stuffing into the front pockets of his jeans.

“Well good morning to you too, just stopped by to see how you’re doing.”

“As good as I can be I guess.” He muttered as he continued to work, never taking his eyes off the wood in his hands. It felt nice seeing his brother once again taking an interest in an old hobby that he had enjoyed before his injury. It felt like maybe they were finally heading in the right direction. But Tommy had to hold off, he didn’t want to push anymore than was necessary. He knew Joel well enough to know that if you pushed too far; Joel would only push back twice as hard. “Right, sorry... whatcha making?” Joel hobbled back a little from the table, giving Tommy a better view of the work in question. The long neck and the four legs beginning to take shape made his heart skip. The older man had always had a talent; that was for certain. The horses he made were always magnificent. The wolves and the deer along with any other animal the people of Jackson had asked for; were always made with utmost care. And it seemed this work of art was no different.

“I think I meant for it to be a giraffe before... everything. Figured I might as well finish it. Hell if I know who it was supposed to be for.”

“Ellie.” Tommy whispered.

“What?”

Tommy took a second for his brain to catch up with his words as he quickly cleared his throat and tried not to fidget too much. “It’s just...uh.. that it’s her birthday in a couple of months and she always liked giraffes, maybe it was meant for her?” He offered nervously. Joel just hummed casually. With a quick dismissive shake of his head and a sigh; he moved the half carved giraffe onto a nearby shelf along with his other unfinished projects. Turning to face his brother, his arm reaching out to grab his cane to steady his balance.

“Yeah, maybe...maybe Ada asked me to make it for her to give to Ellie as a gift.” He wondered out loud, stopping Tommy in his tracks.

“You talked to her?” He asked almost a little too quickly. Causing Joel to frown slightly in response at his brother’s unexplained eagerness.

“Who Ada? Briefly, why? Am I supposed to know her or something?”

“You guys were...friends I guess…” Tommy replied weakly. He knew he had to be cautious here, baby steps. They were moving into uncharted territory when it came to Ada and Ellie. Joel had only just started to accept the life they had lived in Boston as smugglers and that was before he had even had the courage to bring up the Fireflies. He needed to steer clear of things deeper than that for now and ease into the conversation he wanted to have. But his patience was starting to run thin. “Look, the reason I came by is because I was talking to Elizabeth and she said you’ve stopped going to your check ups.”

“Oh not this again Tommy!” Joel snapped, his brother rolling his eyes in frustration as Joel hobbled away from his work space and further towards the door. But Tommy was quick to stop him, stepping in the threshold and blocking Joel’s exit.

“Look I know I don’t understand what you’re going through but-”

“You’re damn right you don’t!” He yelled. "You have no idea what it’s like Tommy; to lose years of your life in an instant. Forget everything you’ve done and the people you used to care about. I don’t see how bitching about how shitty this is to the damn Doctor is going to help!”

“But you’re starting to remember things Joel! That’s a big fucking deal!”

“How?! All I’m remembering is crap no one cares about! How are horse’s names gonna help me? Or how I take my coffee in the morning? I couldn’t even remember holding my little girl in my arms after she was shot! Oh but thank the lord I could remember what colour shirt I was wearing when it happened!!”

With every word Joel got closer, his nostrils flaring in anger as blood continued to boil. But Tommy never backed down, squaring up to his big brother wasn’t unusual and certainly wasn’t the first time they’d been at odds on how to handle something. Joel’s eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched.

“It’s been two months Tommy...two months of this and it ain’t getting better any time soon. This ain’t your problem so just back off!” He hissed between gritted teeth.

“You can’t just push me away Joel, I want to help. I’m trying but you’re just being so damn stubborn.”

“Then leave, I didn’t ask you to babysit me. And I sure as hell don’t need you sticking around outta guilt.” The words stopped Tommy dead.

“What?”

“I might not remember what happened but I know enough from what you told me about Boston...You survived because of me. All those years I took care of us. Just like when we were kids. So what? You feel like you owe me? You gotta take your turn to take care of me now? You can keep it baby brother because I don’t want it. And I didn’t ask for it.” The words spit venom with every ounce of bitterness Joel had in him. And Tommy felt his lip snarl in response. The ungrateful bastard; he thought coldly, after everything he’d done to keep his brother alive on the way back to Jackson after the Fireflies had almost beaten him to death and this was what he had to say in response.

“How do I know the people who did this weren’t after you. I mean they did a pretty good number on you too right? Big brother to the rescue to save your sorry ass; yet again! You think I want to live like this?! Huh?! Trapped in a life of a man I don’t even know. A house full of memories I can’t even goddamn remember!”

That was it, Tommy was done. Joel was frustrated and angry, he knew that. He understood that. Of course he did. But to blame him for this?! How the hell was that fair? His hands shook in pure anger, chest heaving as he held back his punches as much as he could. He stumbled away from the door. His trembling hand reaching up and running through his beard in a poor attempt to calm himself.

“You know what screw you! Screw you Joel! You wanna give up, you wanna feel sorry for yourself? Fine! I’m done. You give up on your family-”

“Family?! What damn family? There’s no one left Tommy! Sarah is gone!”

“She ain’t the only one you got!” Tommy cut off without thinking. Joel’s face dropping at his brother's outburst. The younger man’s eyes widened in shock as he realised what he’d said. But it was too late to take it back now. And Tommy knew that. They both did. Perhaps now was the time to tell the truth.

“You want to know who your family is Joel? Take a look in your damn attic.”

Tommy uttered the words into the thick silence left between the two men. Before turning on his heel to leave, never giving Joel a chance to answer. Leaving the man to stew in his confession. He just hoped that somehow...Ada could forgive him for this.

#joel miller #last of us joel #the last of us part 2 #The last of us part ii #ellie williams #joel and ellie #joel x oc #joel x reader #fanfiction #StarlessSkies writes

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Just Fine (Part 2 of Unexpected Reunion)

Here’s the requested 2nd part of “Unexpected Reunion”. *Familiar characters do NOT belong to me!*

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of pregnancy and childbirth(not graphic, but still). A couple swear words, if that bothers you.

Pairings/Characters: Past!Michael Shelby/Gray x fem!reader, Michael Shelby/Gray x Gina Gray, The rest of the Shelby Clan

A few days after your confrontation with Michael, you sat in your flat crying your eyes out. You had refused to talk to anyone as every emotion you felt came pouring out in hot, angry tears. Polly and Finn often came to check on you, but you refused to open the door for them. You loved them, but you couldn’t face them. After about the fourth day, there was another knock on your door.

"Go away, Pol,“ you called out in a scratchy voice. "Open the door, Y/N,” Arthur’s voice called out. You didn’t reply. He knocked again to no answer. The third time he knocked, another voice said, “Open the door or Arthur will break it down!” You recognized Tommy’s growl and sighed. You knew he was serious. You got up and threw the door open, meeting the faces of Arthur, Tommy, and Ada.

"What?!“ you snapped. Tommy looked unimpressed and Ada had a look of pity on her face. "Don’t. Don’t do that. I don’t want your pity, Ada. I don’t want any of this. And I’m not sorry I told Michael to go to Hell.” Ada smiled at you before pushing passed her brothers and going to your wardrobe.

You didn’t get the chance to ask what she was doing before Tommy said, “You’re going to stay with Ada for the duration of your pregnancy.” You arched a brow. “The hell I am. I’m not going anywhere he can just show up whenever he feels like.” Tommy’s eyes never left yours as you continued, “I am not Shelby property that you can do with as you wish, Thomas Shelby!”

To his credit, Tommy didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even show any signs that he was upset other than a slight tick of his jaw. “No, you’re not. But you are one of us. As is the child. You will be taken care of and protected. If you refuse to stay with Ada, then Polly is an alternative. Or you can take up residence with the Lees. We take care of our own, Y/N. Michael will not be allowed to come ‘round without your permission.”

You looked between the three Shelbys. They were all waiting for your answer. You met Tommy’s gaze again. “Do you swear?” He nodded without hesitation. After a second, you found yourself agreeing. Ada went back to throwing your clothing in a trunk.

*time skip*

Months passed quickly and before you knew it, you were eight months gone. You’d had no contact with Michael, but knew Ada had. You’d come home from the market one day to smell the mixture of cologne and cigarettes you knew could only be him. Other than that, there was no sign of him, just as Tommy promised.

However, as the day you were due to deliver drew closer, you found yourself missing him. You knew it was probably the pregnancy messing with your head but you didn’t care. You needed to clear the air before the baby came. So, you picked up the phone and asked the operator to dial Michael’s number. Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t Michael who answered the phone.

"I need to speak to Michael please,“ you said through gritted teeth when Gina answered the phone. You wanted so badly to tell her exactly what you thought of her, but you didn’t. As she was pregnant as well, you didn’t want to upset her. The baby was innocent after all.

"He’s out. May I take a message?” You sighed heavily as you ran your hand over your stomach. “Fine. Please tell him Y/N called.” It was silent on the line for a minute, then there was some shuffling, as if she was shifting the phone. “Michael doesn’t want to speak to you, Y/N. He doesn’t care anything for you or that bastard in your belly.” With that, she hung up the phone.

Anger coursed through your veins like never before. Never before had you truly despised another human being, but you loathed Gina Gray. The front door of Ada’s home burst open, pulling you from your thoughts. Polly frantically ran into the room.

"What are you doing here, Pol?“ you asked. You were really trying not to take your anger out on her. "Are you alright?” You brows furrowed and you nodded. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I…” you trailed off, meeting her gaze, “Did you have another dream? A vision?” She nodded.

"Well, don’t worry. I’m fine. Just a little upset.“ No sooner had you finished speaking did you feel a sharp and unexpected pain shoot through your stomach. "No,” you whispered. The pain didn’t lessen despite your refusal to believe what was happening. “Polly?” She gave you a smile as you let out a scream, bringing Ada running.

"Ada, call Thomas and Arthur. Tell them to get Michael and bring him here. Drag him by the ear or tie him up if they have to.“ Ada nodded and moved for the phone. Polly wrapped an arm around you to help you up to your room. "Ada,” you called back to her. “Yes, love?”

"Tell Michael to leave his fucking wife at home.“ Ada and Polly both chuckled a little. Polly lead you to your room while Ada placed the calls to her brothers. "I’m not ready, Pol. I’m scared,” you admitted softly. Polly gave your shoulders a squeeze. “You’re gonna be fine, love. Let’s bring your darling girl into the world.”

"A girl?“ She beamed. "I saw her. A beautiful little girl.” You couldn’t help but smile. The door opened and Ada gave Polly a nod. “Doctor’s on his way. Tommy too. He sent Arthur and Finn for Michael.” You nodded and thanked her as another contraction hit you. You gripped Polly’s hand so tightly, you thought you might rip it off. She hardly seemed fazed though. “Good girl. Breathe.”

You heard voices drifting your way, one you recognized as Tommy’s. The other was probably the doctor. “Take care of her,” Tommy’s accented voice said just outside the doorway, “I will make sure no one disturbs you.” The doctor’s gaze drifted to the bed and he smiled. “You have my word, Mr. Shelby. Ms. Y/L/N is in good hands.” Tommy stared the man down with that intimidating stare of his, the one you’d been on the receiving end of on more than one occasion. After a moment, Tommy left without a word.

Time passed so slowly and yet so quickly at the same time while you worked endlessly to bring your little girl into the world. At one point, you heard screaming that was not your own, but Ada quickly left the room, slamming the door behind her, to make the ruckus stop. That left you squeezing the life out of Polly’s hand. You were hot and tired and miserable, but you knew you couldn’t give up. Finally, after what felt like hours, you heard the shrill cry of your newborn baby.

"A girl.“ The doctor placed her on your chest and you felt like you might cry. "Thank you, Doctor. I’ll get them both cleaned up. And perhaps you would be kind enough to send Thomas up in a few minutes?” The doctor’s brow furrowed and his mouth opened as if he was about to ask if Tommy was the father, but thought better of it.

"She’s beautiful, Pol,“ you whispered. Polly smiled again. "I knew she would be. Now let’s get you both cleaned up.” You nodded and attempted to shift, but your eyelids felt heavy. Polly laughed and helped you, being careful of the little girl.

When she was done, she opened the door to let Tommy in. “Alright there, Y/N?” You told him your were fine, just tired. “Good. Michael’s here. Do you want to see him?” You frowned for the first time since you laid eyes on your daughter. “If you don’t, I’ll tell him so. If you do, I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid,” Tommy assured you. You contemplated for a moment. “He is her father, Tommy. He-He should see her,” you said softly.

Michael appeared a couple minutes later, hand in one pocket and an unlit cigarette in the other. “Don’t even think about it, Michael,” you scolded harshly. Michael put the cigarette away as he drew nearer to you and his child. “Girl or boy?”

"Girl. She looks like you…“ you said, trailing off. He came even closer so he could peer down at her. "She does. A little.” You stayed silent, fighting back tears. What could you say to the man who had broken your heart and rejected your child? What could you say to the one who got another woman he hardly knew pregnant and married her? You thought you were in love. You had been. Apparently Michael hadn’t. Before you could drown in your thoughts, Michael finally spoke again.

"I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mea-“ You cut him off with a hiss. "Don’t you dare say you didn’t mean it, Michael! You sleeping around wasn’t an accident! You screwed around, knocked her up, and married her, not caring two shits about me in the process. We were happy. We loved each other. At least I thought we did.”

"We did! I did!“ You shook your head as the tears started to fall. "No you didn’t. If you had, you would have come home to me. You would have come home and married me, just like we talked about.” Michael said nothing and you huffed. Silence once again descended on the room for a few moments. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet Michael’s gaze, so you settled for the ceiling or your daughter’s face.

"What can I do?“ You shook your head. "Nothing. We can’t change it now. Go home to your wife, Michael. I won’t keep you from seeing your daughter, but it will be under my terms. And that b-woman is not allowed anywhere near me or my daughter for the time being. I don’t trust her. Especially not after this afternoon.” Michael looked at you in utter confusion.

"You don’t know?“ you asked before rolling your eyes. "Nevermind. Go talk to your wife. I need rest.” Michael surprisingly didn’t argue and left. More tears fell from your eyes. How had things gotten so messed up? Other people would have blamed the entire family. “The Shelby’s are bad news.” But you couldn’t. It wasn’t their fault. It was yours and it was Michael’s. Now you had to live with it. Still, as you looked down yet again, you smiled.

All the messed up situations in the world were worth seeing that little girl’s face. Michael could rot with his wife for all you cared. You didn’t need him and your daughter certainly didn’t need to look up to him. The door opened again to reveal the rest of the Shelby clan. “Is everything alright?” You looked at them and smiled tiredly. “Everything is going to be fine…absolutely fine.”

(a/n: I hope you liked it! I’ve got a Sherlock fic and a Labyrinth fic in the works!)

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moral-turpitudes · 4 years

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Letting Go:

Trigger Warnings: Um Angst...and some Mutual Pining?

Word Count: 2,276

Characters: Michael Gray x Reader

+ Polly Gray, Gina Gray.

Request: “Okay so I just came up with the idea for Michael Gray x Reader, where Michael leaves for America and comes back with Gina, and the reader learns about it and is pissed with him cause he didn’t want to “get involved” but comes back with a wife...I don’t know the ending, it may be sad or happy :) Thank you love!”

Requested by: @msbzowy

I apologize for it taking me so long, it’s been a crazy month or so lol. I actually really liked this bc it helped me get out my own feels about a much more less dramatic situation lol. Also I liked how your idea focused on this part in the show because Michael kinda really did that one girl dirty, leaving her to have her procedure done and then later turning around and having a kid w Gina...like lol the audacity. (I realize time had passed and he’s allowed to change throughout the shows timeline but it still rubbed me the wrong way a tiny bit cuz I felt bad for that girl he had a fling with. Lol don’t come for my neck plz guys).

Summary: Y/N has no more time for fuckboys.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you watched the ship depart, taking your heart with it. The steam rolling out the top as it loudly groaned to life and set sail for America. You sat there until it disappeared, accepting the fact you’d never see the one you loved again.

Michael had been sent off to America for “business” purposes, much to you and his mother Polly’s dismay. You had been close to him ever since he met you at the Garrison two years ago, slowly integrating you into his life and into Polly’s as well. He always tried to keep you from the peaky business that went on, but with you being stubborn, it led you to working as a secretary for the Shelby’s and joining Michael on business runs on occasion. Giving you both some quality time together, despite neither of you admitting your feelings. You were shocked at first as Polly had hired you after seeing how you interacted with everyone else, and so when they shipped him off right under your nose you were taken aback, and downright furious.

Furious at the fact that Tommy would send him away without as much as a phone call briefly explaining the details, and furious at Michael for saying “I’m doing this for the business Y/N. It’s not you, it’s just that I’m not wanting to get involved in anything right now. It’s better if I go at this alone now.”

He said this to you at the dock, you could see in his eyes that he didn’t mean that, like it was scripted from the devil himself and he was just following along. His eyes bore into yours and he left you with nothing but a light hug and a soft kiss on your forehead.

The ghost of his kiss lingered there until the stars appeared, hinting that it was best for you to go home, away from the eerie calmness of the shipping docks.

You had let your frustrations be known before you drove Michael to the dock earlier, yelling at Tommy in front of everyone in the shop before grabbing Michael’s hand and leading him out to the car.

As much as you wanted to walk in now and pick up your work where you left off, you took a long look at the shop and drove on back to your apartment, not bothering to let anyone know your plans for the work week.

When you awoke the next day, your head buzzed and your eyes were brimmed with red streaks as you’d cried yourself to sleep. Mad at yourself that you didn’t flat out tell him you loved him like you had meant to, and mad at him that he’d lie to your face, even after all you’ve seen each other through.

A year had passed and you’d bitterly kept your job as one of their head secretaries, staying mainly for the money it brought in. Avoiding Tommy when you could, and tolerating the others as they made their rounds throughout the shop each day. Polly knew how you’d felt early on, seeing how Michael would light up when you were around, and she’d always tell him after you’d leave their house that he’d better tell you how he felt before you found someone else, but neither of you expected the tables to turn like they did.

On a cold dreary night you walked down to the Garrison, deciding to warm up with a couple of drinks before heading home. Polly had joined you, seeing as you were the only one she consistently worked with and genuinely liked in the whole office.

“Maybe if I drink enough I’ll forget...you know? Just for one night I’d like to forget...” You said, nursing a glass of wine.

“I know dear. He’ll realize it eventually. I wish he would’ve taken my advice. You were good for him...you still are.” She said.

You smirked and looked down at the dark red drink, seeing your tired reflection in it.

As you stared around aimlessly, your attention was caught by a man in a top hat walking in with a short haired blonde woman, not much older than you. She had a on a silvery blue dress and a brown fur coat, and the man had a nice dress suit on, looking oddly familiar in the distance. As they walked towards the bar, your heart dropped as you recognized the man, snaking his arm around the woman’s waist as she ordered them both drinks at the bar.

Polly gently took your hand that was clenched into a fist, speaking sternly next to you.

“Y/N...I’m just as shocked as you are right now but this is not the time nor the place. Let me do the talking if they come over.” She said.

You just shook your head and quickly drank the rest of your wine, desperately hoping it was a dream-or more so a nightmare.

Michael walked over, his eyes going wide as he took in the sight of his mom and you at the bar, immediately locking eyes with Polly.

He knew he couldn’t escape his mom so he reluctantly brought the girl over, clearing his throat before saying hello.

“Hello mum, didn’t think you’d be here this late.” He said.

She looked at him and gave him a small smile, hugging her son for the first time in a year.

“Hello Michael....who’s this?” She asked as you turned away, pouring yourself more wine.

“Mum...this is...my wife Gina. Gina Gray...” He said looking at her and smiling, trying hard not to look in your direction.

“Oh how lovely... I guess the family invitations got lost in the mail...what a shame.” She said before gently giving Gina a quick, emotionless hug.

“We just wanted to get it over with. Being in love and all... You know how that is...It’s so nice to meet ya Mrs. Gray.” She said, her accent doing a number on your ear drums as she shook Pollys hand.

“I’m sorry if we disturbed you and...Y/N...?” Michael asked, pointing over to you as you turned around as if on cue. You took a deep breath before putting your glass down, glaring into him as you put on the best fake smile you could manage.

“Michael! Hello! It’s been too long.....” You began, feeling yourself lose your cool. Polly sighed as you continued, not letting Michael get a word in edgewise.

“You May think I’ve forgotten...but you and me both know you wanted to be together, but you just didn’t have the balls to say it. And to think I was going to tell you that day as well....right before you went on that ship......things really do work in mysterious ways...” You said shaking your head and looking at him with pity before inching closer to Gina.

“My name is Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. We go way back my dear. Welcome to the family...” You said before mouthing a goodbye to a frustrated Polly and giving her a tight hug before heading out, stopping a few feet away from Gina once again. “....oh and good luck sweetheart, this one’s a real piece of work.” You said pointing to Michael and winking before walking out the door, leaving it slamming against its frame behind you.

You ran quickly over to the shop, your heart racing as you went into the bathroom. You were a bit buzzed, but that didn’t stop you from ruminating over what just happened.

Tears stained your face as your tired eyes looked in the mirror, your cheeks heating up as the heat from the building warmed your numb face.

As you wiped your tears you heard the door open slightly, Ada walking in and eyeing you suspiciously. Everyone knew you and Michael had had a thing for each other until now unfortunately, and Tommy being the devil he is, thought you’d take him away from his business duties, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. If only he’d let him stay, this would all be different. You’d be wearing a fur coat and a shimmering diamond on your finger right now, but instead you were drunkenly crying in the restroom of the shop that held so many memories.

“Hey....are you okay Y/N? What’s wrong?” Ada asked coming to sit with you on the cold tile floor. Besides Polly, she was the only other person you were friends with while working there.

“Why don’t ya see for yourself...? I’m sure he’ll call a meeting tomorrow to tell everyone all about it.” You said wiping your tears away and heading for the door.

“Who’s gonna call a meeting Y/N?” She asked concerned.

“Michael. He’s back. I’ll see you around Ada...I’ll try to write to you soon.” You said shortly, pulling her into a hug before leaving the shop for what you’d hoped would be the last time.

You felt the cool air on your cheeks as you got in your car and drove home. Your mind racing about what your next steps would be, your heart breaking with each second that passed while being in the same town as him. You wanted nothing more than to go somewhere not because your were forced to, like him, but because you wanted to. You spent so much time pining for a man who never had the balls to say three simple words. So when you got to your quaint apartment, you packed your bags, preparing to leave for London with all the money you had, ready to leave the past behind.

Back at the Garrison, Michael was left in an awkward position after you left, Gina shooting him a worried glance as she held onto his arm.

“Well that was rude of her...” Michael said and Gina nodded. Polly lit a cigarette as she turned towards him.

“Not entirely...” she said pulling him closer to her as she whispered.

“I’d advise you to talk to her, if she hasn’t left Small Heath already. But...you’re not one for taking advice my sweet boy...” Polly said, giving him a hug and flashing a fake smile towards Gina before heading back to the shop.

Low and behold the next day, Michael surprised everyone at the shop by calling everyone to a meeting, leaving the whole family shocked to say the least.

Tommy took one look at Gina and knew she’d be trouble, as he at least didn’t want to vomit every time he met eyes with you. To him you weren’t half bad, you just had a mean streak reserved for him ever since he had sent Michael away.

You had called him personally last night while he was home. Swallowing your pride and letting yourself and your qualms with him go.

“Hi it’s Y/N. I’m sorry this is late, but I’m calling to let you know that after some recent events and careful consideration, I’d...rather not be under your employment anymore Mr. Shelby. I’m grateful for your help and for your family all these years, but some things are meant to be left in the past, some people...actually...You’ll know what I’m talking about tomorrow. Goodnight Mr. Shelby.” You said quickly, before he could say anything.

You quickly packed the rest of your things, and went to bed. Mentally prepping yourself for waking up early to make the necessary housing arrangements and bank notices.

You awoke at 6am, racing with your car already packed, to discuss the selling of your apartment as you were planning on leaving the place as-is for whoever may need it next. They quickly found someone who had been in their list and you had the money in your pocket by noon. After that, you called Polly to meet you somewhere discreet.

“I can’t believe it Y/N. You’re really leaving?” She asked, handing you your last paycheck. Her nerves frazzled by this mornings meeting and last night’s incident.

“Yes. I’m not going to stay in a place where I’m not valued. It may be dramatic Poll, but I think this is the start I’ve been needing. I want to live for me. I want to be intentional with someone who intentionally loves me too, who’ll actually say how they feel even if it’s the last thing I hear from them...But just know I’ll write you and Ada and the others often. I’ll only be a little ways away over in London. I’m not going abroad anytime soon.” You said chuckling. She smiled and cupped your face in her hands, a tear falling from her eye as she spoke.

“I love you dear, so much. I’m sad to see you go....but I think this might be good for you, even though it hurts. But you do deserve so much better. I’m just sorry my son couldn’t be that person despite us all thinking he would be. But if there’s any solace from this, just know that we care about ya. We love you and you’re always welcome back, no matter what they say...just tell them Polly said so.” She said.

You wiped your tears from your eyes as she enveloped you in a hug, the smell of her perfume soothing you as you embraced these last moments with her for the near future.

After getting up and walking to the door, you focused on all that could await you in London, or who.

“Oh and Poll?” You asked stopping with your hand on the doorknob.

“If I ever have a wedding, you’ll definitely be invited. That’s a promise.” You said as she smiled at you, nodding as she watched you head off into the streets of Small Heath and toward your future.

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nakahara-umi · 3 years

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Hello hello! Bear with me cause this is gonna be odd. Could I request Dazai meeting someone who has basically been thrown from their universe where abilities are common (MHA, Avatar, FMAB, etc) to his world and due to the fact of them not being from his world his ability doesn't work. How would he react to that?

First of all, I´m really sorry this took me so long, I had been busy with the stress of my school and didn´t got enough inspiration. But finally I´m free from school and I can write again.

Oh my Gosh, this one was really hard hehe! It took me a lot to decide since I haven´t seen a lot of animes or series where the characters use superpowers. So I got inspired by the psychic powers from mob psycho 100 universe. This fic is a long one compared to the others I´ve written before, so I hope you enjoy this, and again, I´m really sorry.

Dazai x AU female reader: “You´re weirdest person I´ve ever met”

When you woke up this morning you didn´t expected to be transported from your universe to another one. Things were supposed to be as normal as any other day, you woke up, got dressed and went to work, but when you were heading towards home to have dinner, it was when everything became strange, in a thing of some seconds, a really strange light appeared in front of you, not even giving you time to process what was happening, and suddenly you were in a different place from your city.

When your eyes adjusted your vision, blurred from the sudden flash of light, you were really shocked. You had never been more confused and scared in your life, the first thing you noticed was the time. In this new place it looked like it was at noon, when moments before, in your city it was late afternoon. It seemed the light produced commotion in this place because people looked scared and were staring at you like if you were a criminal or worse.

You started panicking as people started asking you stuff like “who are you?” Or “what was that light?” Of course you didn´t know, you were the most confused out of all, but you were grateful that at least they spoke your language. The anxiety got worse as a group of police officers appeared and didn´t let you go, as if you had any place to go. You tried to explain your situation and ask them for help, but they thought you were some kind of terrorist trying to fool them. Things got a lot worse when you talked to them about your city, and that´s when you realized what was happening, the socking and unbelievable truth.

They told you your city doesn’t even exist, and with that you got more suspicious of the situation, and you finally could confirm your theory when you asked one of them where you were.

-You appeared out of nowhere and now you act as if you didn´t know. Of course this is Yokohama city.

-Oh my god this can´t be happening! – You almost shouted as panic started running through your body and soul, placing your hands in your head as you started walking in circles, desperate to go back to your world.

-Stop acting innocent, girl. We know you might be an ability user, so the ADA is coming.

-And what the hell is that!? – You screamed, tired and really stressed. – And ability user? In my world we are called espers!

-Ah ha! You just admitted you have an ability! And stop talking about “your world”, we know you are lying.

-You didn´t answer my question!

-ADA, the Armed Detective Agency, I can´t believe you haven´t heard of them.

“Armed”, are they going to attack me? Was the first thing you thought, you weren´t sure about what to do. You felt a cold shiver down your spine, the fear made your body froze, would you try to escape or attack them as well with your psychic powers? Everything was happening really fast and your fear was getting a lot more obvious when you started trembling. At the end you decided the best option was to wait and see what they would do to you, and if they tried to rise a gun against you, would definitely defend yourself.

It was after almost fifteen minutes when two strange guys arrived. One was tall, with brown short hair and strangely, covered with bandages, visible in his neck and arms. The other one had silver hair, his eyes been both purple and yellow color. You thought at first they were just some curious guys trying to see what was going on, but when they showed their licenses and started asking details about you and your sudden appearance was when you realized they were, in fact, those members of the ADA.

You thought they would look more… terrifying, you thought they would arrive holding a lot of guns, but they looked really simple, like any other normal person would.

-Thanks for coming. – Said one police officer.

-Of course I would come. If the case involves a beautiful woman like the one my lucky eyes are seeing now, I´d feel honored to participate. – He said as he looked at you. You inevitably blushed at the compliment, looking away because of the embarrassment.

You wouldn’t lie, he was pretty handsome, and if you had met him under different circumstances, you would ask him on a date.

-Dazai san, please. – Said his partner. – So you said she appeared after a sudden flash almost blinded everyone on the street, right? – He continued, talking to the police officer.

-Yeah, that´s what the witnesses have told us. She looks suspicious and because of how she arrived here, we think she must have an ability. But she keeps avoiding telling the truth and keeps talking about a city doesn’t exist, she even mentioned something about es.. eh…

-Espers. - Said the officer that was talking to you moments before.

-Yeah, that! Thanks.

-Hmm, that indeed sound suspicious, she might be from an organization like Guild. –Dazai said.

-So are we going to take her under our custody? – Said the silver haired one.

-I think that must be the best for now, Atsushi – kun, at least until we start investigating and discover her true intentions.

The only thing you could do was to stand aside and watch them decide over you. You were really frustrated and upset, they didn´t even tried to understand you. They only were thinking of you as a criminal and the anger was starting rising inside your heart. Your situation was getting more and more complicated by every passing second and the least you wanted was to be imprisoned in an alternative universe jail.

-Would you accompany us, miss? – Said Atsushi.

-What are you going to do to me? Why won´t you believe in me? – You asked, on the verge of tears.

-Don´t worry beautiful woman, we won´t attack you.

-Yeah, the worst thing that can happen to you is Dazai – san trying to convince you to commit double suicide with him.

-Atsushi – kun, your words hurt mee!!

-Huh? – They´re strange, you thought. You were still worried about what they would do to you, but if they really are detectives that will investigate your case maybe they´ll discover something about what happened and even help you. You did nothing wrong, you didn´t have to worry about that. So you decided the best option for you at that moment was to follow them.

-O- okay…

With that, they guided you to follow them. You walked some streets in silence when Atsushi started a conversation.

-Tell us miss, if you are not really from this world, how is yours?

-Eh? Will you really believe in me?

-If we live in a world where people can have powers, I think everything is possible, maybe there´s someone who´s ability is travel in universes?

You were delighted to hear that. That increased your hopes to be returned to your universe if they can find the responsible, and they seemed to be nice persons.

-Atsushi – kun is right. Everything is possible, and I must admit I don´t want to doubt your word, miss…

-(Y/N)

-Ah, what a beautiful name for such pretty girl.

-He he… -You said, blushing. - Well, my world is not much different from this one, it seems we have the same countries, and the same languages, the only difference I can recall till this moment is that my city doesn´t exist here.

The rest of the conversation was about vague stuff, what were you doing when everything happened, if you had any enemy who would put you in this situation, and when you finally arrived to the ADA building, you couldn´t avoid a question bothering your mind anymore.

-Make yourself at home, (Y/N), please, take a sit. – Dazai said while pointing the little reception on the office.

-Thank you… eh, there´s something I want to ask.

-I´m all ears!

-I´m sorry but I must be going now, I´ve got another mission with Kyouka - chan and Tanizaki - kun.

-All right, good luck Atsushi – kun.

-Thank you.

As the silver haired left the place, waving a hand to you both, you and Dazai were completely alone. What kind of agency is this? They look like a group of amateurs. You thought. They seemed really relaxed and there wasn´t a lot of staff. You started worrying again, would they be able to help you?

-What was that question you wanted to ask, (Y/N) – san?

-Oh, right. I have been hearing a lot about abilities in this world. I would like to know how they are. What kind of powers are they?

-Hmm, well for example my ability is to nullify other´s abilities, Atsushi – kun´s is to turn partially or completely into a tiger. There are a lot of variety, a really vast amount of options, like create illusions or heal wounds, there are even weirdos who´s ability is to be immune to explosions of lemon-shaped bombs.

-Whoa, that´s amazing. In my world we can only have psychic powers.

-Psychic? Like controlling things with your mind?

Yeah, when someone becomes an esper that´s the basic power, but with practice we can develop it to make it stronger. For example, there are espers who specialize in pyrokinesis, they can create and manipulate fire, or others that can use telepathy.

-And you, (YN)?

-Me? Well, I´ve used my powers to grow my garden, that´s called chlorokinesis.

-Hmm… - That´s the only thing he told you, as he placed his hand in his chin, seeming thoughtful.

You wondered why he suddenly became silent, but when you were going to ask him what was wrong, his cellphone started ringing and he answered, becoming visibly worried.

-All right, I´ll be there in a moment. Well, (Y/N) – san. I´ve got a sudden job to attend, but I can´t leave you alone until we´ve properly investigated your case, and because you have powers, so you´re coming with me.

-What...

-We must hurry.

He said while standing up and running, you had to go after him as fast as you could. What is happening now? Will he ask me to fight? That´s worse to be imprisoned! You had never used your powers to fight, so you were unsure about how to use them. You started panicking again when you and Dazai stopped in an alley.

There were some guys and seemed like gang members, they looked very powerful and had guns. At that moment you unconsciously started crying, this time the fear was unbearable and your body was trembling as if you were in a frozen room.

-Why me? – You whispered. – Why do I have to be here!? – You shouted this time.

-Calm down, (Y/N) - san.

-Aren´t you scared, Dazai – san?

-Ha ha ha! Of course not. – He said as he pointed his gun towards them. – But I think I may need a little bit of your help.

-How!?

-If you can stop their bullets with your powers, that´ll be perfect.

This situation couldn´t get worse. When those guys raised their weapons you had to summon your powers from within your mind and create a barrier between them and you both. All your body gleamed with a rainbow aura and the shield was clearly visible. It wasn´t that hard, the problem was if it would resist the impact of the shooting.

-They´re ability users! - One of them screamed. When they started shooting it required all of your mental strength and concentration to maintain it, but it resisted long enough until you heard they ran out of bullets.

-That´s enough, thanks. – With that you dissolved the shield and Dazai started walking towards them. When one of them tried to reach him you immobilized him so he couldn´t punch Dazai. The rest tried to ran away, taking with them a strange and suspicious briefcase.

-(Y/N), don´t let them go.

You stopped them as well. The strength needed was more than the usual you´re used to manipulate, so no long after you started feeling a headache, but you still did your best in order to help. Dazai took from them the briefcase and when he opened it there were a lot of gemstones.

-Wow! Despite your bad reputation, I must admit you have good taste! – Dazai told them. – (Y/N), you can stop, we´re leaving now, the police is coming.

-I don´t know how!

-What?

-My mind is blocked, I can´t…. - You started feeling blood coming out from your nose.

-Alright, maybe you need some help. - He reached your check and a blue light emanated from his hand. Nothing happened, you still felt your body tensed and your brain still was feeling pain.

-What… Oh… - He realized everything at the moment. -Well, it seems you were telling us the truth all this time. I´m sorry, (YN) but you will have to faint. – And like if he was a magician, you immediately fainted.

Dazai caught you, preventing your body to fall to the ground. At that moment the criminals were freed but the policy arrived at the exact moment just in time to arrest them. He gave them the briefcase, cleaned the blood from your face and carried you bride style back to the ADA.

Everything makes sense. If you´re not from this universe then out powers are a lot more different than they seem, and in result, my ability cannot nullify your psychic power. That´s really interesting, my guess was right. You´re really weird, pretty (Y/N). But now the wonder is… The one who brought you here is from my world or yours?

#Dazai Osamu #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu x you #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs fanfic

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blinder-secrets · 4 years

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Lion Tamer - Part 4

part one | part two | part three

also on ao3

an: i am so so happy to be finally updating this, please let me know what you think!

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It’d been two weeks since you’d seen Arthur, two weeks of Tommy coming back and fourth, with no sign of his brother in tow. No word of how London was treating him. Naturally, it had begun to bother you, or rather, it had bothered you - now it just pissed you off. You hadn’t expected Arthur to check up on you, at least not religiously, but it was hardly asking much to want a phone-call from him; he could at least let you know how he was.

After the first week, you’d given up on hearing from him. The days continued as they always did: you went to work, you went to the Garrison, and you went home. You gave Pol the numbers, you bought John a beer, and then you ate alone in your kitchen. The same day, relived seven times over.

On the Saturday, you went for a drink with a man Lizzie knew. An ex-customer. You didn’t know if he knew that you weren’t a whore, but he was tall and nice, and well, it didn’t really matter what he thought. Anything that would shake up your routine was welcome to you.

‘I’m glad you came,’ he’d said, sitting back in his chair, stomach full and face rosy.

You’d smiled. It wasn’t genuine but he didn’t seem to notice.

‘I’d always thought you were spoken for,’ he said, ‘when I’d seen you about.’

‘Never am,’ you replied, before lifting your glass to finish the last of the wine. You knew what was implied - when he’d seen you about, with them, the Shelbys. He’d thought you were out of the question, untouchable, and who wouldn’t? Especially now Tommy had more say in your love life than you did.

‘Do you want another?’ your date asked, quickly, like he was worried that you were about to make your exit.

‘No.’ You pulled your coat from the back of your seat. ‘Shall we go?’

He’d agreed so you’d taken him home and then sent him away again once it was done with. Not through any fault of his, he was sweet, and gentle, but once you were both spent it felt like an intrusion. Like he’d disturbed the little peace that you’d created, and every minute after was just another chip from your woodwork. It had been a while since you’d let a man in.

After he left, you’d cleaned the house entirely despite the hour, you’d even washed the kitchen floor. Just about anything to keep your mind occupied. Anything to make your home feel yours again. It did strike you that it never felt that way when Arthur was visiting, he even had a key like it was as much his right to be there as yours. You chased the thought away with suds. It was only like that because you were used to him, because he was there enough. Or perhaps because his visits were never more than a friend stopping to say hello.

On the following Wednesday, John was in the Garrison before you were, waiting with an ale in hand. He cleared his throat as you entered the private room, sitting upright as you shut the door. ‘Tommy says you’re avoiding him,’ was his welcoming statement.

‘Does he now?’ You undid your coat and sat across from him, setting your bag on the table between. ‘How can I avoid the man I work for, John? I’m in the office every day.’

He shrugged. ‘Just what I heard.’

You sighed. You hadn’t been avoiding Tommy, you just hadn’t made conversation. Or eye contact. Every day you went to work, at the desk two down from the door to his office, and then you left when the clock said you could. That was it. ‘He doesn’t like me,’ you told John. ‘Why should I pretend to like him?’

He put his hands up, claiming ignorance to the conversation he had started. ‘Am just saying what I heard.’

‘You Shelbys gossip like fish wives.’

‘Nah,’ he snorted around the word, ‘just like to stay updated on what I miss when I’m in London.’

‘Which appears to be never.’ You reached across the table, knowing he wouldn’t stop you, and stole a mouthful of his beer. ‘You’re in here every night,’ you said.

John laughed, watching you drink again, before adding, ‘Not by choice.’ He sighed and relaxed into his seat. ‘Esme would kill me if I wasn’t. Specially now she’s pregnant again, s’like having a fuckin’ firecracker in the house.’

‘One you lit yourself, John.’ Satisfied with your beer-wetted tongue, you went into the first pocket of your bag and pulled a cigarette from the box tucked in there. You barely had it in your mouth before he was questioning you with raised eyebrows.

‘I didn’t know you smoked,’ he said.

‘It’s a recent habit, keeps me company.’ You lit it and took a drag, still awkward in the motion. ‘Something to put my lips round.’

A deep laugh burst from him, sinking into a snort before he could reply. ‘If Arthur fuckin’ heard you then,’ he scoffed.

Your eyes rolled. You took another drag and let the menthol sink into your throat before exhaling again. Arthur never laughed at jokes like that. They rubbed him the wrong way, though he never had the balls to say why. ‘He hasn’t given me a second’s thought since he left for London,’ you said. ‘Fuck him.’

‘You don’t mean that.’

‘Have you spoken to him?’ you asked, watching his chin dip as soon as you did. You both knew the answer to that one.

‘It’s not his fault,’ he started, ‘it’s all that fucking snow. He hasn’t come up for air.’

‘Cocaine?’ He nods. You didn’t know Arthur used it. ‘That doesn’t seem like a good idea,’ you said.

He laughed once, emptily. ’Nothin Arthur ever does is a fuckin’ good idea.’

‘Right.’ That you could agree with, at least now anyways. Before he left you might have argued that he was perfectly capable of making good decisions. Of knowing how to conduct himself, for the most part. But the more days that passed, the less inclined you were to defend him. If you were so far out of his mind, why should he be on yours?

‘You worry about him too much, y’ know,’ John said.

‘No,’ you corrected, ‘I don’t worry about him at all.’

- - - - - - -

It was Friday again when Ada called. She wasn’t speaking much to Tommy, nor any of them, and you could hardly blame after losing Freddie. But she did what she could for them, and for you.

‘Here,’ she said, sweet treacle down the phone, ‘I got the number of the hotel where Arthur’s staying. He isn’t there much, but it’s something.’

‘I don’t want it,’ you told her. ‘He’s been gone two weeks and I’ve not heard anything.’

‘If I believed you didn’t want it, I wouldn’t have rang.’ She sighed. ‘Have you got a pen?’

After she hung up you sat and looked at the paper in your hand. You’d scribbled it quickly, wanting to get it out before your pride could intervene, and it had made your handwriting almost illegible. Almost. You knew where he was now, you could find him if you wanted. Your shift had long ended but there wasn’t a phone at home, and this wasn’t a call you could make at the pub, so you lingered in the offices still. The decision itched at you. If you called and got an answer, what would you even say? Half of you just wanted to see if he was conscious, if he was even in London at all. The other half wanted to call him a prick and hang up again.

‘One bell,’ you said aloud, reaching for the telephone. You’d ring once - just to see - and then you’d put the idea to bed. There was no point agonising over what-ifs.

You asked the operator to connect you to the hotel and waited while it rang, your grip tightened around the stand as soon as the call was answered. ‘Hello,’ you said, ‘I was wanting to speak to Mr Shelby, I was told he’s staying with you?’

The receptionist confirmed that he was. You don’t what emotion that registered, but it wasn’t quite relief. He was saying something else but you’d missed the first part. ‘Can I take a message?’ he asked. ‘Who shall I say is calling?’

You cleared your throat. ‘Sorry?’

‘For when he returns, Ma’am.’

Your gaze sat, unfocused, through the painted glass of Tommy’s office door. ‘No,’ you told him eventually. ‘No, it’s okay. Thank-you.’

The receiver was back on the stand before he could say goodbye.

You’d originally planned to go straight home after work, to treat yourself just once to some real, genuine quiet. But your feet clearly had other ideas; you found yourself in the Garrison, having walked subconsciously toward its warm glow, its Friday night hum. You’d been sat at the bar barely ten minutes before someone joined you and, as God would have it, it was a Shelby. Again.

‘Hello, Polly,’ you greeted her, as she sank into the bar stool to your right.

‘I thought I’d find you here,’ she replied, looking down her nose at you. She always looked that way but it wasn’t insulting like it was on others, it was knowing. A settled confidence that she’d seen you, seen you right to the centre, and she was amused by what she found. She ordered a gin and put her gloves on the bar-top. ‘I wanted to speak with you.’

You gestured for her to go ahead. Your glass was full, you had the time.

‘Are you happy here, [y/n]?’ she asked, turning with her body toward you, facing you wholly. ‘In Small Heath?’

You drank, only looking at her briefly when you answered. ‘As much as anyone can be,’ you said. ‘Why? Taking census for the council?’

‘An opportunity has come up,’ she replied, ‘a chance for something new.’

‘I haven’t been doing well with new.’ It was the old that you missed.

‘We’ll be opening offices in London, once it’s safe, and we’ll need people to fill them.’ She looked at you over her glass, sipping gin between the lines of the proposition. ‘I’d like to offer one of those places to you.’

You snorted. ‘Does Tommy know?’

‘As company treasurer, it’s my recommendation that he listens to. You’d be an investment for the company, someone we can trust.’

‘Thank-you,’ you told her, ‘really. But, I don’t want to move.’ You hadn’t even paused to consider it, it was a no as soon as the words left her lips. You liked it here, you liked your flat, your friends. There was nothing for you in London.

She looked you over, carefully, before reaching to put your glass down for you. It was only half empty, but she set it away from you like you’d finished. ‘You aren’t yourself,’ she stated. ‘You left the day he did.’

‘I’m just the same, Pol.’

She snorted. ‘Yeah, right, and I’m the Madonna.’

You finally turned to her, knees bumping, and asked what you really wanted to ask. ‘Why me? For London, why me?’

She took a moment to consider. You could see in her eyes that she was reading the script you’d withheld, hearing what was implied before you’d implied it. ’If you think I’m asking because of Arthur,’ she said, ‘you’re wrong. I don’t want you there for him.’

‘But for the company,’ you finished. Sure, it was always for the company.

Polly leant forward and put a hand to your wrist, her hold was warm despite how hot you felt yourself. ‘Love, I asked because you deserve to want something more. Something bigger than Small Heath, than Birmingham.’

You didn’t reply, you just looked at her and your world collapsed into itself under the possibilities. You’d never thought of leaving, you’d barely thought of tomorrow, and that was enough in itself.

‘London is an opportunity,’ she continued, ‘for all of us.’ Satisfied that you were understanding, she sat back again, reaching for her drink. ‘I want you to think about it.’

‘Pol, I don’t-‘

‘No,’ she interrupted. ’Just sit with it. Think it through.’

You nodded. She didn’t want an answer yet, which was lucky because you had no fucking idea what to tell her. You couldn’t even think about London as a place of work, or a home, without first dealing with the Arthur-shaped cloud that hung over it. If you were to even consider the offer, you had to resolve that.

‘When does Tommy next go?’ you asked her, coming around from the quick pattern of thoughts you’d just had. ‘To London?’

‘Tomorrow,’ she answered, a faint smile growing. ‘Why?’

- - - - - - -

The gravel was wet beneath your feet, gripping and scuffing against your soles as you attempted to run faster still. You didn’t know what time he was leaving, only that he’d be gone by the afternoon and, well, that left very little room for error. It was already pushing eleven as you approached Watery Lane. You hadn’t meant to leave it that late; you’d sat at your table, turning the idea over and over in your head, wondering if Tommy was even civil enough to do you a favour in the first place.

The thing that eventually made you decide yes, fuck it, you’ll ask him, was that he wouldn’t hesitate if he were in your shoes. If Tommy wanted something from you, he’d say it without the slightest doubt that you’d decline. It was only fair you showed him the same grace.

That’s why you found yourself half-running, half-trotting down Watery Lane to catch him. You couldn’t see him on the approach, thank God, the thought of Tommy Shelby seeing you running frantically toward him was almost vomit-inducing; you were running for your own sake, not his. When you reached the car parked by the bookies, you found it empty — minus the driver—and came to a thankful and panting stop.

You’d packed quickly, and light. Just enough to keep you for the weekend. Now you were stationary, you felt inclined to check the bag that hung over your shoulder, as if the small gift you’d put atop your clothes would have somehow fallen out. It hadn’t. It was still there.

You’d almost left it behind, having decided that the last thing Arthur deserved was a present, but then your heart beat your pride and you’d picked it up anyway. Perhaps something normal was what he needed. It was a book, a favourite of yours, packaged in brown paper with a card between the wrapping and the cover. A note that said you were missing him. That you hoped he could find you between the pages.

When the door opened behind you, you span, and let the flap fall closed over your bag. Tommy stood in doorway with a half-raised eyebrow, his suit smarter and neater than usual.

‘Tommy,’ you began, having lost all track of the words you’d intended to use. ‘I need a favour.’

He considered you for a long minute before replying, only speaking once he had begun to step around you. ‘I don’t have time for favours, love, it can wait ’til Monday.’

You cut him off, putting your body between him and the car, though the pavement allowed you very little space to do so.

‘I want to come with you,’ you said quickly. There was no time for sales pitches, you had to say it now or not at all. ‘I’m coming with you.’

To your surprise, he didn’t laugh. He just blinked once, shook his head, and then said, ’Go home, [y/n].’

‘Polly said I could come,’ you explained. ‘She said if I wanted to move to London, I’d have to visit it first.’

He put a hand to his brow, like you’d just put a pain directly behind it, and sighed. After a moment he said, ‘Alright,’ and from the tone of it, you knew he couldn’t believe it himself. ‘Alright, get in.’

‘Thank-you,’ you said, smiling. Catching him just before he left had worked in your favour, he didn’t have time to argue with you. As you started toward the car, your fingers on the handle, he stopped you again.

‘But one fucking word about Arthur, and I stop the car.’ He brought his face an inch closer to yours. ‘I don’t care where it is, I’ll stop the car, and you’ll get out. Alright?’

You knew if you disagreed you’d lose your spot. You wouldn’t get to see the city, to taste the new life Polly had tempted you with. You wouldn’t get your needed breath away from the black stones of Birmingham. And, as much as you tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t the purpose of your trip, you wouldn’t get to see Arthur. So, you agreed.

‘Alright,’ you told him. ‘I promise, no Arthur.’

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#Arthur Shelby #arthur shelby x reader #arthur x reader #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy x reader #i literally could cry ive been trying to update this for so long i feel so accomplished oh my god #i feel good about this

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prettyflyshyguy · 4 years

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Ok here’s Chapter 2!!! its unfinished but I have to go to bed but you can have it anyway!! Like last time if you have critique please hit me with it. I am not a writer. I am simply a fool with two wolves inside me, one craves comedic relief while the other is grabbing a knife from the kitchen. (Chapter 1 if you missed it)

Here’s an indication:

The night air was still, in the distance the sound of helicopters and sirens blaring was the only thing to disturb this empty side of the city, evacuation of all citizens long passed. The orange haze of distant lights and fires lit up the otherwise cloudy dark sky. The crack of crystalline and resin structure splitting broke the silence atop the Research Centre. A cocoon spilled out of the split in the hardened shell, flowing and bulging and wriggling out as something churned and shifted beneath the surface. Rapidly the form of a figure started to appear, breaking free, reaching upwards towards the sky until it slipped and fell backwards. It flopped onto the concrete with the grace of a beached whale, and slid a few meters back.

His lungs kicked into overdrive, gulping deep breaths of air to combat the fear, disorientation and adrenaline that shot through his body. Everything was dark, his eyelids felt glued shut. He was hot, too hot, why was he so hot.

Crudely wiping whatever was gunking up his eyes, he began to take stock of the situation. He quickly scanned the area, he was alone.

Except for the cocoon.

‘Shit-’

He instinctively tried calling out but a faint rasp was the most he could muster as he scrambled away still on the ground. He reached for his sidearm holster.

Except it wasn't there.

He felt cold concrete on his back, he pushed into it. It was the only thing he knew was real. It was tangible. He looked back towards the cocoon, a trail of viscous liquid stretched between it and himself. He sat there, frozen. Eyes fixed on the cocoon. Tracing its outline, the way it looked like a figure reaching forward. Forward towards something small that reflected the light, sitting just out of reach of the cocoon on the ground. The huge, gaping split down the back that the trail of fluid lead away from.

Perhaps if he was able to sit completely still he wouldn't be able to feel any of it. The fluid dripping down his hair, into his eyes. The way his arms felt too long. The way his skin felt too tough. The way he felt wrong.

Except he hadn’t forgotten what happened. It was his cocoon.

His heart rate shot up, he started breathing faster shorter breaths.

Leon wasn't particularly afraid of much. He tackled any new situation he was thrust into pretty well, actually. Like his brief time as a cop back in Racoon City when the first outbreak of the T-virus happened. Evicting the ‘monster under the bed’ when he’d babysit Sherry when she was younger. Being injected with a parasite egg by a twisted cult in Europe. Accepting Claire’s challenge of who could eat the most hot cross buns last Easter.

The cocoon in front of him made him afraid.

He focused on his breathing, slowing them down, taking in more air in each breath. His pulse began to calm.

A minute or two had gone by before he realised it was getting cold. The exothermic reaction of the cocoon process had ended quite some time ago and he was no longer receiving the benefits. If you could even call them that.

He thought about it again.

‘Ah. That’s right. The cocoon process.’

His memories were intact up until a point, he remembered the flames and how he tried to scream. He remembered the sensation of his skin boiling. He remembered his joints seizing up and everything going dark. The only person he’s seen come out of a cocoon looking ‘normal’ was Ada, but she must be different. Some kind of twisted facsimile that Simmons cooked up. The Ada Wong that infected him was surely not the real deal, at least he hoped.

Ultimately there were only two choices in his current situation. Continue to stare in abject horror at the cocoon or instead, stare in abject horror at whatever it did to him.

Sharply inhaling, he slowly let his gaze fall from the cocoon to his feet.

At least the assumption was that they were his feet. They looked more structurally like primates but with thick leathery scales or plating running along down from his legs. Not to mention the claws.

‘Ok. Could be worse.’

‘Time to try standing up.’ he thought.

He shuffled into a kneeling position and placed his hands out in front of him on a bare patch of concrete that wasn't covered in goop. Thankfully they still resembled human hands. Just with more scales and claws.

‘Could be worse.’

Very slowly, with plenty of weight on his hands, he attempted to figure out how to stand up. He quickly realised his feet were more comfortable with weight being fully placed on the toes. Like a dinosaur. Maybe he could get a job as a monster in the next Jurassic Park film. In trying to find a silver lining the brief mental distraction meant he almost toppled over, as his legs were quite shaky. Using the wall behind him for stability, he found he was able to stand comfortably if he bent his knees slightly more than he was used to.

Carefully, despite wobbling significantly, he made his way without the aid of a wall towards and around the cocoon, to where he had dropped his communicator after Ada… Fake-Ada, had infected him.

He knelt down and gently picked it up, praying that maybe somehow the flames hadn’t damaged it beyond working. The glass screen was cracked. It was unresponsive.

‘Fuck.’

He had no way of contacting Helena. No way of telling her that actually he’s ok. He had left her to run after Ada and now she’s out there, alone, up against Simmons and his personal security army after everything-

‘FUCK.’

He was so stupid, he let his personal feelings get in the way when he should have just let Chris handle it-

He froze.

‘Chris was just outside the door when it happened. He probably saw the cocoon-’

His thoughts were interrupted as the glass of the communicator shattered as it hit the ground. His stomach convulsed as he began to throw up. He hadn’t eaten in hours but the acid burned away at his throat nonetheless. Tears started to well up in his eyes. The full gravity of the situation hit, everything he put his friends through, everything that’s happened to him. What would happen if he finds them again? Would they recognise him? Would they shoot him? Would he even find them? What if something else found him first?

Shoving all that aside, he pulled himself back into the moment. There was nothing he could do for either Chris or Helena if he just sat here, and the risk of a military cleanup unit passing overhead and seeing him was not one he was willing to bargain on.

The balcony door, left open, creaked slightly as the ocean breeze drifted through the city. It would have been nice if not for the smoke and the eeriness of the place left cold and empty. It didn’t take Leon long to find an apartment that had an unlocked door or window, long forgotten about. The infection came with its advantages, namely making it much easier for him to traverse buildings vertically which meant he avoided streets with military patrols, Ja’vo or worse. Cautiously searching, in case he wasn't alone, he swept through each room quickly before entering the bathroom. The sludge that was left over from the cocoon had started to try like mud all over him, a shower might help relieve the stress. Closing the door and looking around, he caught a brief glimpse of his full figure in the bathroom mirror. He turned away sharply, not ready to tackle that just yet, instead focusing on the uncomfortable fact he could see very clearly despite not turning the light on yet. Once again trying to find something he could root himself too, he sunk his feet into the softness of the bathmat. The cold of the tiles.

He leaned with both arms either side of the basin.

‘Please don’t throw up again.’ he thought.

Without giving himself time to chicken out of it he flicked his head upwards and stared dead on into the mirror.

‘Could be worse.’

His face was still somewhat recognisable, it might have been even more if he didn’t have two mandibles protruding from both his top and bottom jaw each, beginning near his ears and wrapping comfortably around his face. He was able to see them in his peripheral vision so far but preferred to pretend they didn’t exist. Forced to reckon with it now, he toyed around to determine what level of control he had, if any. The top two folded up neatly alongside his cheeks and the clawed tip bent downwards towards his mouth, while the bottom ones extended along his jawline and pointed up at his chin. More concerningly in each corner of his lips there was a line, almost like a split that ran up his cheeks either side. Tentatively he flexed his jaw and opened his mouth slightly he snapped it shut upon seeing canines that were probably a little too long. Among other teeth that probably weren't there before. At least the BSAA had good dental.

Examining the rest, the same plate scales, more like chitin or carapace, ran up his arms, legs and back. Splits down the sides of his arms and legs had more normal softer skin along with his chest, although these including his face were still stricken with splits and scarring in the skin. Much like how Deborah, Helena’s sister, looked after she emerged from her cocoon. At this point he noticed something shifting behind him, twisting slightly revealing in the mirror a set of thin spines that ran down his back. They twitched and shifted higher the more he stared at them, the more his heart rate elevated.

Not bothering to turn on any lights still, he shoved himself into the shower and doused himself in water as once again, he felt his heart rate climb.

Sinking down to the floor he leant on his knees and pushed his fingers into his hair as the water enveloped him.

‘It could be worse. It could be worse. It could be worse. It could be worse?? I’m a BOW now I’m a fucking BOW I’m a bio organic weapon I’m a B O W I’M-’

Pulling his hands down his hair and over his face, he took a deep breath to try and calm himself.

‘Ok this is bad, but you’ve been through worse Leon.’ he considered.

He stared blankly for a moment.

‘Ok maybe you haven't been through worse but at least this time you’re in control of yourself. No mind control parasite cults involved. Look on the bright side.’

He looked down at his feet and the water swirling endlessly into the drain.

‘You’ve traumitised Helena right after the same thing happened to her sister, you have no way of contacting anyone for help, and even if you did, you have no guarantee they won’t just try and kill you.’

He slowly looked up. His entire face, mandibles included, drooped as the water cascaded down.

Pressing his hands into his face and leaning back he let out a deep, long groan while he internally wished he could just scream. God knows if he did, if it would even sound human still.

Debora’s wails and cries still echoed in his mind. Recognisably human in origin but alien and twisted. Would he sound like that too? Like a monster?

(Hi hello its Editing Shy here, sorry this is all I got. I haven't finished it yet, this is the unfinished bit.)

#c virus au #the fanfic saga continues #tentatively gonna post this with #Leon Kennedy #Resident Evil 6 #throws this in your general direction and RUNS AWAY #idk why im super self conscious about this its probably a mix of my nervousness because Im not good at writing and how stupidly self indulge #*indulgent this is lmfao #if I dont make at least 10 really bad jokes to what kind of a writer even am I #I could never write full angst I would actually die if someone didnt make a really stupid comment to try and lighten the mood

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ijustwant2write · 4 years

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You're Just Not Him-Tommy Shelby x Reader x Arthur Shelby

(GIF credit to @mutlulugumhayallerim)

Tags: @captivatedbycillianmurphy @jenepleurepasbaby @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: 'Could you write a Tommy x Reader x Arthur in which she is the oldest of her siblings and a family friend who Tommy likes, Tommy grew up seeing Reader's eyes shine for Arthur, her head whipped when he entered or was mentioned, her touches that lingered on him and after nothing of that changing with the war, Tommy makes his move as he thinks that Arthur takes her for granted but turns out that she is mentally unavailable and prefers only being their friend despite her feelings for Arthur.'

Characters: Tommy Shelby x Reader, Arthur Shelby x Reader, John Shelby x Reader (platonic), Polly Gray x Reader (platonic), Ada Shelby x Reader (platonic), Finn Shelby x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, jealousy, heartbreak, arguing, angst

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Polly and Ada walked beside each other as they made their way to the Garrison. One of Tommy's plans had gone through, the Peaky Blinders were once again successful, and had earned themselves even more money. The women were dressed up, secretly taking a liking to flaunting their nice clothes (but they would never let Tommy know that).

"Where's (Y/N)? Is she meeting us there?" Ada asked.

"Of course she is." Polly said."Tommy made sure of it."

"I wish he would just ask her to dinner already, it's been going on since we were kids."

"Thomas fucking Shelby, leader of one of the most ruthless gangs, can't even admit his feelings for a woman." Polly scoffed, holding the door open for Ada as they entered the pub.

As usual, it was alive with chatter and music, it was packed and everyone had drinks in their hands. Some people were past it, drunk beyond what they could handle. The pair waltzed through the crowd as it parted for them, and they entered the Shelby's private room. The Shelby brothers (including young Finn) were sat there already, a bottle of whiskey and four glasses on the table; everyone but Tommy were playing some sort of card game, but paused it as the women walked in. Tommy also looked up, sighing when he didn't see (Y/N) with them.

"What a charming greeting Tommy." Ada rolled her eyes as she sat down.

"Eh, leave the man alone." Arthur smirked, looking down at his cards."He's pining after a certain someone, isn't that right Tom?"

Tommy didn't reply, taking a drag of his cigarette. Everyone chuckled under their breaths. It wasn't often they saw this vulnerable side of him.

"Don't worry Thomas," Polly smiled,"she'll be here. She always is."

Right on cue, the door opened again, and there she was. Her hair was perfectly curled into waves, rosy cheeks with a faint red lipstick, and her eyelashes accentuated her big, doe eyes. It was as if an angel had walked into the room. (Y/N) smiled as the Shelby boys hollered, nodding to Ada and Polly as they greeted her in a calmer matter. She glanced around to see where she could sit, finding that there was only one beside Tommy.

It wasn't that she didn't like Tommy, they were close friends, almost family. But she had been hoping to be beside Arthur that night, perhaps pretend to not know how to play the card game, and get him to teach her; it had been sad how she imagined him whispering hints in her ear, leaning in and peaking at her cards, which she would giggle at. There was such a thing as too much imagination.

"Fashionably late again." Tommy said, offering her a cigarette.

She kindly took it, reaching for her lighter when Tommy already had his out. She leaned towards the flame, watching the end of her cigarette be lit before she pulled away, feeling a rush of blood to her cheeks. She knew Tommy's actions were intentional, she knew how he flirted, and she had seen the women who fell for it, only to spend one night with him (though for some women, that was all they needed, one of their fantasies had been fulfilled). Time after time, she told herself that she needed to address the problem, tell him that she could never be interested. However, she also couldn't being herself to break her best friend's heart.

“What did I miss out on then?” (Y/N) asked as smoke drifted out of her mouth.

Tommy couldn’t help but watch her pursed lips as she exhaled, and as she took another drag of her cigarette. He knew that he wanted something serious with her, he would never just use her, but when she was looking like that, his mind took over, imagining what they could do if they were the only two in the room.

“Arthur is fucking loosing to a sixteen year old!” John chuckled.

(Y/N) looked at Arthur, smiling when his eyebrows furrowed, frowning at his brothers.“So are you, you idiot.”

“What are you even playing?”

As she started a conversation with Arthur across the table, Polly saw Tommy’s static demeanour return, the light that was in his eyes suddenly gone as soon as (Y/N) took interest in his older brother. She knew that Tommy could treat her right (or at least she hoped he would), but there was nothing to say that (Y/N) felt the same. She could see her as part of the family, she could see (Y/N) standing by Tommy’s side, the beautiful Mrs Shelby that all the men gazed at secretly. Her and Ada had many conversations about it.

“You know I’m not understanding a word you say Arthur, especially since you’ve been drinking.” (Y/N) giggled.

“You shouldn’t be able to understand me most of the time then!” he laughed.

Tommy was becoming frustrated. All he wanted was to speak to (Y/N). He had tried countless times to make sure it was just the two of them. He would invite her for private drinks when the Garrison was closed, 'catch ups' during the times they hardly see each other, and taking her out for lunch after she had been through a hard week. On the rare occasion she did come, he wouldn't get the result he wanted; she still wasn't reciprocating his feelings, but Tommy had made it up in his head that she was scared. Even though she had a tiny taste of what life was like with the Peaky Blinders, it would be completely different if she were to be with him.

(Y/N) put out her cigarette as she stood."Right, I'm getting myself a drink."

Tommy resisted jumping out of the chair as she left, glaring at his elder brother. Arthur was in his usual state, already on the way to becoming drunk, messing around with his other brothers. What did she see in him? Tommy had so much more to give to her. Why would she wait for someone who would be out every night for no good reason, when she could have him? Yes, there would be times where he too would be away, but he would be dealing with business, meaning he could return knowing she would be safe and happy. Finally rising from his seat, Tommy also got rid of his cigarette, avoiding all gazes as he exited.

(Y/N) leaned against the bar, thankful that people recognised her as a close friend of the Shelby's, someone who shouldn't be bothered. Harry appeared to serve her, pouring a large glass of wine, which she didn't oppose to. Like every other time, she went to pay, but was told to put it away. She smiled, thanking him before turning around, only to be met by Tommy.

"You don't need to offer to pay every time." he smirked.

"It's courtious isn't it? I'm just being polite."

"No need to be like that around here." his body moved closer to her, hand on her lower back.

(Y/N) let it remain there, surprisingly happy with the action as she had noticed some men leering at her.

"Tommy, I-" her words halted as Arthur appeared, grinning at the pair.

He approached them, leaning against the bar. Although Tommy's hand was still lingering on her, she had turned to face Arthur, watching as he ordered his usual.

"You could have used the window Arthur." Tommy said, wondering why his brother had come out here.

"Gotta experience the atmosphere Tom!" Arthur exclaimed, clinking his glass against (Y/N)'s."You got to admit, this is the happiest this place has been in a long time, including us!"

He nudged Tommy's shoulder with his glass, winking at him before disappearing again, not noticing the look in (Y/N)'s eyes. He chuckled under his breath. Finally his brother had decided which girl was his, the one that would more than likely end up with a ring on her finger. He was happy with that. Tommy always drove himself insane with business at the shop and the gang, he deserved this. Arthur also liked (Y/N), well he loved her like a sister, it would be a perfect match. Now all Tommy had to do was grow some balls and make the first move.

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up with a terrible headache. She had drank a lot more than she could handle. Her mind flashed back to the shots she took with Arthur, just to seem like a fun person, and the drinking contests they held against each other. If she had seen any other woman desperate enough to get themselves drunk to impress a man, she would have tutted at them; look at her now.

As she sat up, she realised she was wearing a coat (along with the clothes from last night), though it wasn't her own. She sighed as she realised it was Tommy's, and that he had done this one purpose. It hurt her to think that he would do this to ensure that they would see each other, but she also knew that he did it out of kindness. It suddenly came back to her that he walked her home, wrapping her up in his coat to keep her warm, and battling with her stumbling legs as she giggled, eventually collapsing into bed.

Once she was dressed, and satisfied that she didn't look a total mess, she grabbed her own coat, intending to head to Tommy's house, to return the coat and inform him that nothing could happen between them. She would have eaten to give herself a stronger stomach but the thought of food itself made her want to throw up. Her sunglasses perched on her nose, despite there not being too much sun, and the cold air was like a bitch slap to the face. Every noise was extra loud, her sensitive ears begging her to go back home, lay her head down and stay under the covers all day.

As she knocked on Tommy's door, her nerves started to build up. She wasn't ready for the Sadness in his eyes, the frown that would appear once she told him to stop with his advances. Tommy had been through a lot more than most people, and he somehow always kept his head high, never showed his true pain. (Y/N) had experienced one break down, it was after the war, and she never wanted to see her friend in that state again.

Tommy answered the door, the only thing missing from his usual look was his blazer.

"I came to return this." (Y/N) said, holding out his coat.

He stepped back, opening the door further, a gesture for me to walk inside. Holding back a sigh, she stepped in, pushing her sunglasses on top of her head. (Y/N) hanged his coat on the bannister, turning around to face him as he shut the door.

"Thank you for taking me home last night. I'm sorry if I was a handful."

"You never have been able to handle your drinks." he said, a slight joking tone to his voice.

"No, not like you lot anyway."

They stood in silence, and it was verging on the uncomfortable side.

"(Y/N)-"

"Tommy-"

They spoke at the same time. Each of them thought about how much harder this was going to be.

"I wanted to ask you something last night." Tommy continued.

(Y/N) said nothing, waiting for him to speak.

He slowly inched towards her, his steps small."How could you love a man like Arthur?"

"W-what?"

"Arthur. Why would you fall for him? I know he's my brother but...what has he ever offered you?"

"Tommy I...I don't want to talk about that-"

"Then when will we talk about it? It's causing a pain in me I don't wish to have."

"I don't want to put you through any pain Tommy. I would never do that. But...Arthur and I connected after the war, and from there I...I've not been able to stop thinking about him."

Tommy was silent as he brushed past her into the living room. She followed continuing his explanation.

"He was so broken, and I understand you were too Tommy, you all were but, but the way he spoke to me, for a moment the old Arthur came back. He was so loving, so open about his feelings."

"Is that what you want? Someone who expresses their feelings all of the time?"

"I..." she shrugged her shoulders."Tommy, all I can say was that there was a connection. But now I know that nothing can happen."

"(Y/N), I can give you everything you want." Tommy said, nearing her again.

"I'm not interested in valuables or money-"

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about my love for you."

"Tommy, my head isn't right. I go after Arthur because we suffer from the same things, he would be able to understand."

"And I wouldn't?" he wasn't getting defensive, he was more upset, and his soft tone reflected that.

"I just...after last night I realised how stupid I had been. Going after someone who will never be interested. But I kept perusing him because it was a different thrill. It was something to distract me from my mind."

"What is going on in your head?"

"A lot. A fucking lot Tommy. But no one wants to speak about it, only Arthur. I suppose that because he was easily able to talk about it and help me, I fell for him. But I understand now that I need to put myself first. And it's embarrassing that a drunk night out made me realise that."

"I could look after you." he breathed out.

"Tommy, you're never there. I know you're busy with all this shit, and I could never put that stress on you. And..."

"And?"

Tommy was inches away from her, his hand slowly coming up to his cheek. He was so gentle. It was as if he had calculated his movements, making sure not to startle her as he made the boldest move. His head leaned down, lips so close that they could brush, but his heart shattered into a thousand pieces as (Y/N)'s head ducked down.

"And I don't love you Tommy. I'm sorry." she whispered.

They were frozen, with Tommy's hand still on her cheek. (Y/N) had the courage to glance up into his eyes, but regretted it as soon as she saw him staring back. There was nothing behind them. The hope and lvoe had all but vanished. His hand slowly dropped, and he backed away.

"Tommy, you're still my family-"

"Just go."

"Tommy-"

"Go!" he yelled, causing her to flinch.

(Y/N) hesitantly left, pulling her gaze away from him. This isn't what she wanted. This was what she had been avoiding. She didn't want to be the one to break Tommy Shelby. What if he went off the rails? He could make an irrational decision because of his Fury and it would all be on her. She was so stupid. But she couldn't make up her feelings for him, not when her head was in that state. The hangover that had been presented had all but disappeared, instead, the dragging guilt was on her mind; she slumped towards her home, ready to hide underneath her duvet covers forever. (Y/N) had broken Tommy Shelby's heart, and that was one of the most awful things she had ever done in her lifetime.

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