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Just Like You

There’s an irony in innocence. It often leads those who’ve seen the least, to see more than anyone else… Word Count 7.3K Summary: In which things don’t go as expected when Lizzie takes young Y/N out for the day…

Warnings: angst and fluff. Implications of child neglect from the reader’s mother in one section. Also this chapter goes a good bit into the like Lizzie’s job as a prostitute and the negative light it was usually seen in at the time, along with some self doubt and insecurities, reflection from Lizzie. I’m not sure if there is anything else though!

Hi y’all❤️ Here are the other part for those who want them! Once again you shouldn’t have to read them in order! Enjoy!

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Birmingham, June 19??

Lizzie was terrified in a way she had never been before. It was like someone had stripped her down and tossed her in the Cut in the middle of a winter blizzard. A constant string of knives being dragged across her chest would have been less painful than the increasing pounding in her chest, growing even more as each second passed. She had never felt fear like this before… and truthfully she never expected to.

After all, Lizzie Stark never expected children.

Because if one was honest, the last thing Lizzie ever expected, at least a few years ago, was to have to worry about was loosing a child. Because in her line of work children weren’t an option. In her line of work, you didn’t have a child, because having a child meant you could not work. And as much as Lizzie may have wanted a family, as much as it was a dream of hers deep down to find someone who loved her and live life comfortably, that wasn’t an option for her. Or a least she didn’t think so….not right now. That dream was shoved down long ago. Back in a small tight corner in the back of her mind, that she only dared glance at when she had too many glasses of alcohol and no one scheduled for the night. A dream smothered out the day she realised, that if Lizzie ever wanted survive, she’d have to user more than just her knowledge to get by.

Once that became clear, a future of children became more fogged. More distant and irrevocably less plausible. And with time Lizzie though she had begun to accept that fact. It was something that life would never give her, and since she didn’t see herself in a position where she could take it, well she just had to deal with the cards she was given.

So Lizzie never though she’d feel the heart wrenching agony of reaching back for that smaller hand, and finding only air. Reaching back for one of the most precious things in her life, only out of sight for a second….just to fine it gone. As if what was most cherished, was never there to begin with.

But there she was, reaching back and turning around…nothing. As she searched with wide eyes around the bustling crowd for the smaller head of familiar hair, light blue dress,and backpack full of random items she still saw nothing.

Lizzie had lost her little girl. She had lost her little gem.

And Thomas Shelby was going to kill her for it. He was going to kill her for losing his daughter….

Only HIS daughter, not Lizzie’s…

Because the little girl lost wasn’t actually Lizzie’s. Lizzie Stark didn’t give birth to the child she was so desperately searching for. She didn’t feel the chilling panic of a missed monthly, bolstered by the knowledge of a drunken night out a few weeks ago.She didn’t spend months over a bowl with the morning sickness, unable to keep anything down. She didn’t have to go to three different shops a few weeks later, in order to find dresses that would fit her growing belly. She didn’t stand at the front of the church for the marriage, prepared in less than a week, and she didn’t scream on the bed only a few months later (but still one too soon) as the dangerously small child saw first light. Breathed her first breath and opened her small eyes to see the world. Lizzie never did any if these things and so (according to general society) the girl wasn’t Lizzie’s. No matter the number of things that may have defined it otherwise….and no matter what either party wished others wise either.

The little girl was however Tommy’s. She was Tommy’s and she always would be no matter how far they were apart of how long it had been since they had seen each other. After all, she was Y/N. Tommy’s Y/N who had been one of the brightest light in his life after her birth just over 8 years ago. It was rare for the people of Small Heath to see him with a glaring frown on his face, anytime he was observed walking down the street with small girl. Often side by side, and almost always with her hand in his, forcing it to swing back and forth as she talked. Y/N liked to hold her father’s hand or at least wrap hers around the fingers that would fit in her small palm. And everyone knew that. Just as everyone knew y/n was Tommy’s and any who dared to even think of harming her would face a fate worse than death. That’s how it always was, and that’s how Small Heath world be.

But Tommy wasn’t here right now. Nor were any of his brothers (bar the youngest) or most every other man who walked the gloomy streets of Small Heath almost two years ago. After all there was a war going on. Almost every man who was able bodied (and a few who weren’t) had been shipped to distant nations to fight. Wether they were sent by choice or not didn’t matter as the the likely hood of them coming back at all seemed slimmer everyday.

And everyday it seemed more and more of those dammed letter came, leaving behind a trail of grief and tears with a few simple letters in faded ink.

It had been just over two year since the men were sent to and in those two years much had already changed. And the change could be seen in not just the men who did return (often more broken than whole) but also through the inhabitants of the city itself, left behind to thrive or sink with little help from the ones who actually could provide support.

Those left behind, mostly being the women and children of Small Heath learned to adapt to their situation over time. When the men went to war, it was the women who took up their posts. Running the stores, and the factories, and the betting shops, and filling in the empty spaces a much as they could.

And fill they did. It may have been a rocky start but soon enough Small Heath was back on it’s already unstable feet, and life continued, with tears and laughter, Joy and sadness, life and death. Just as there always was even if it was sometimes buried deep underneath the factory fog.

But despite Thomas Shelby’s absence and the change to the city brought by the war, Lizzie had no doubt the terrible consequences that would emerge from loosing Tommy’s daughter. Even if they were only delayed.

Not that the woman cared about what Tommy would want do to her at the moment. Or at least them moment when he would return….If he were to return.

No, Lizzie’s current anguish was all her own, as everything inside her screamed wildly for losing something so important.

Important, not to Tommy or his family or even the rest of Small Heath. But for losing something so important to herself.

Because over the years Lizzie had grown selfish and she didn’t mind admitting it. Having worked so hard and yet still gaining so little, she often found herself covering the few things she did have close. She’d admit that she’d don’t things she wasn’t proud of, things she didn’t necessarily want to do, and things she wish she never did. But Lizzie would also admit that she’d do them again. She’d do them again if it meant she could survive. That’s all she’d been trying to do for a. While now, just survive. Survive and turn the worlds unfair clutches in her favor so that even if the tree of life bared little first her way, she may still get a small piece.

So Lizzie was selfish and she’d readily admit it, because in her mind being selfish mean she could survive. It also mean she was more protective of what she already had, not wanting to loose even a little bit of good in her life.

Even if that little bit was a small girl who didn’t share even a small drop of blood. A small girl who, in the eyes of the world, didn’t belong to Lizzie even in the smallest bit. Not even if it was Lizzie who took her and Finn to the Park while Polly was busy, or Lizzie who dragged the girl and Finn back from the park by their ears when they were found playing at the park far past hours safe for a child to be out (especially in Small Heath). Not if it was Lizzie who bandaged the girl’s scrapped up hand, in a faded kitchen with mismatched plates on the wall, after she had tried to do a one handed kart wheel on a couch. Or if it was Lizzie who walked the girl and her uncle Finn (and even the girl’s niece sometimes) to the small school on the end of the block every morning, leaving them at the gates, only to pick them up after school every day.

The world didn’t care if it was Lizzie who listened to the girl’s every quick spoken story, even those that had to be restated a few times over when the girl lost her train of thought (which happens rather often) The world didn’t care that Lizzie was the one nudging the the girl at Easter service, with a soft yet stern look to pay attention to Jeremiah, instead of illustrating whatever Bible story caught her interest that day (Jeremiah still has that Bible filled with doodles, he says they make the book even better). The world didn’t care if Lizzie was the one who’s hand the girl held while walking down the street, while her own was swinging back and forth in time with the girl’s speed.

It didn’t matter what Lizzie did, or how much she listened, or how much she cared for the little girl. It didn’t matter that the girl saw Lizzie more often than her own mother, or that when faced with who would take her out, Lizzie was the first choice.

For the world, Lizzie’s impact on the girl didn’t matter, and Lizzie would never be the girl’s mother, if only because Lizzie’s name wasn’t on the girl’s birth certificate.

But Lizzie didn’t care what the world though, because the world didn’t care what she thought. And Lizzie made no effort to stop seeing the girl even when the girl’s mother (by the world’s terms) tried to make it so.

Because Lizzie was selfish and she didn’t mind admitting it at all. She had to be selfish if she wanted to survive and she had to be selfish is she wanted to protect what she cared for. If being selfish meant keeping the little good in her life close, then selfish she would be.

And as in such selfishness, Lizzie would fight fiercely for what she cared for, and though she may not have been a soldier or a blinder, she would hesitate to bring wrath upon those who hurt what was hers.

That wrath was being dealt out now, dealt on the person so ignorant, so unobservant, so unfathomably useless, that they couldn’t even keep track of a child in a market. That wrath, as strong a storm from Poseidon’s Triton was being dealt out just now.

And it was being dealt on Lizzie herself.

Truthfully, she wished it could be dealt harder. If Lizzie Stark believed in Hell, she would have wished for its mercy right now. In comparison to how she felt the fires of hell would have been cold relief to the agony inside Lizzie’s heart.

See, Lizzie had agreed to take Y/N to the market for the day and then to the park while Polly was taking care of Ada and Finn. The younger two Shelby siblings had both come down with a small cold while splashing in puddles a few days earlier.

Well…. Finn and Y/N were splashing, Ada who had deemed herself “too old for puddle play” spent most of the time trying (and failing) to not be splashed by the two children. However, despite her declaration, Ada couldn’t help but deal out “just retaliation” on those who splashed her. And so at the end of the day, Polly’s call of dinner was greeted by three young Shelby’s wearing smiles as wide as their clothes were wet. But such fun also lead to sniffles as now both Ada and Finn had been condemned to the house under Polly’s care for the next few days.

Martha had actually been the first one, Polly asked to watch Y/N for a few days, to lessen the chance of the girl herself getting sick, but Martha was busy dealing with her own sick children. It appeared that Katie and the twins (James and Matthew) had their own splash party the day before as well, leaving Martha to care for three sick children of her own.

And as usual Marie was no where to be seen. She had gone out the door early in the morning without a wave to the family, and only briefly acknowledging her young daughter’s shout of “Bye Mum!” as the door shut. Not that Marie would have been Polly’s choice to watch Y/N anyway, the two never got along. Whether it was became of Marie’s careless attitude for her husband or often blant ignorance in general, the two never saw eye to eye. Though with the men leaving it had gotten slightly better (emphasis on slightly), and Marie actually spent a few fleeting hours helping in the shop every now and then, neither woman was the other’s best friend. Or even friend in general for that matter.

As much as she tried it hide it for the children, Polly felt an deep ache in her heart every time her sweet-hearted great niece smiled brightly and tried to tell her mother about her day or include the woman in their game, no matter how rare it was for the affection to be reciprocated (if it ever was). Every time it happened there was an ache in Polly’s heart and a burning anger as well aimed at a woman who could take such a child for granted. Especially when Polly would do anything to even know her own two children were still alive.

But seeing as the issue of Marie was not likely to be resolved anytime soon, Polly had been stumped on what to do. She didn’t want to leave the eight year old girl to her own devices, but she also didn’t want to let Y/N around her sick family.

Because if Tommy’s daughter got sick, everyone was in for hell. Not because Y/N was rude or wild when she was sick, in fact, the family could always tell then Y/N wasn’t feeling well because she got quieter and didn’t fidget like usual. If she was sick the family could finally have a meal at the table without the thing constantly shaking, from her bouncing leg the entire time, or she wouldn’t start a game of “surprise hide and seek” when bed was announced. No, when Y/N Shelby was sick she didn’t get rude or wild, but that didn’t mean it was fun for anyone.

While Y/N was a girl who took every physical trait from her mother, Polly couldn’t help but see an identical version of Tommy when Y/N was sick. Because when Y/N was sick she tended to fight it. And no I don’t mean fight the sickness itself, but rather the very idea that she was sick. It was as if she believe that by pretending she was alright, she would magically be healed, and whenever ailed her had no further affect. To Y/N, if she pretended she wasn’t sick, then she obviously wasn’t and could do what she wanted right? (Sounds familiar, huh Mr. self-medicated-a-cracked-skull-with-horse-cocaine? Wonder where she got that)

When Y/N was sick she did everything in her power to convince people she wasn’t sick, especially if it meant getting out of taking medicine. For a girl who usually went along with many ideas, often content to go with the flow, NO ONE would get her to take medicine (let’s not even start with shots either). The only time her father every truly got stern with her, was when he was ordering her to drink the berry flavored poison from the small spoon.

A small standoff would occur every time, with both father and daughter wearing the same hardened stare that could send shivers down many a grown man’s back, but neither breaking eye contact. If there was ever any doubt that Y/N was Tommy’s child, it would have been bashed always immediately in the presence of the stand off. None who watched could ever be sure if the impending winner. The dangerous, temperamental, and dark haired gang leader, who still work the clothes he had been shot at in that day. OR the man’s young daughter with a small lisp, two missing teeth, and wearing a purple nightgown with a worn teddy bear in one arm and book of fairy tales in the other.

Eventually, Tommy would start counting down from five. By three the pouting lip was already out, then came two with the small displeasured whine. Finally, by one and a quarter, a full flood of tears would be running down the younger’s face, not because she was afraid of what her dad would do to her, but still unnerved by the idea of making him mad. As such is the life of a Daddy’s girl, who idolizes her father’s very movement.

Soon after (usually) the stand off would end with Y/N begrudgingly taking the thick concoction and tossing it in her mouth with a pout in her face, before she would take the glass of water provided for her and dramatically gag over the sink as she washed out the aweful taste. Then after a a few words praising her “smart decision”, her father would wrap his arms around her, rubbing her back and playing with the small pieces of her hair, until the pouting girl would uncross her arms and eventually reciprocate the hug. After all, it wasn’t like she was truly mad at her father, she just felt he should witness her displeasure a bit longer. The rest of the night would go smoothly and the family would be content…at least until it would be time for the morning medicine…

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AND so that is why it was good for Polly and the family to that Y/N hadn’t gotten sick. Seeing as Tommy was still gone and no one else could ever convince Y/N to take medicine when sick, Polly wanted to keep it that way as long as possible.

While contemplating the idea of leaving Y/N with Uncle Charlie for the day, Lizzie had showed up. And like an Angel bearing the dirty coat Finn had left on the sidewalk, Lizzie had agreed to take Y/N out for the day. While she wouldn’t have minded letting the young girl spend the night at her apartment too, Polly wanted her back later that night to possibly bring a basket of food across the road to Martha, so that neither woman had to leave her sick charges. Lizzie also thought back on it and realized that she also didn’t want Y/N to be in her apartment if a client showed up that night despite it being her day off. She didn’t want to risk the girl’s safety if someone didn’t take to kindly to being told to come back. Besides, it was actually quite often these days that Lizzie found herself spending time with the Shelby’s on her day off. If it was helping Polly order papers in the betting shop or doing some chores so Martha could get off her feet or watching Finn and Y/N so they wouldn’t get in too much trouble, or even occasionally helping Ada write a letter to her “mystery soldier” as Polly called him. Lizzie was there and not just because she enjoyed the jobs the Shelby’s gave her instead of she own or because they often paid better.

Y/N was of course ecstatic to spend the day with Lizzie, the girl often migrated towards the older woman when she was around. Y/N quickly grabbed her backpack already filled with random items such as pencils, nuts, a wrench, a few blocks and a worn stuffed bear before heading over to grab Lizzie’s hand to leave. Yelling goodby across the kitchen to Finn and Ada in the next room (an action that wouldn’t have passed Polly if not for the sickness) Y/N and Lizzie stepped out of the house.

And so the two had set off, hand in hand down the street, promising Polly to bring back some soup for the Finn and Ada as well.

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Only a few steps into the journey, Y/N had decided to walk along the (thankfully empty) street curb and carefully step along the thin edge, balancing, as if she was on a tightrope. Of course, Lizzie refused to let go of her hand, so Y/N didn’t really have to worry about her own balance, but the girl still liked to test the limits of her pull by sometimes leaning further over the street (with a grin on her face and eyes on her protector) so that the only thing stopping she from falling into the lane was the woman’s grip on her hand. It wasn’t a hard grip, but still enough to hold on to the girl if she were to slip. And when Lizzie decided Y/N was leaning too far, a quick put back towards the street would get the girl to her original balancing act. Every time time Lizzie pulled her back, Y/N would laugh and try to pull Lizzie to join her, with the woman only giving a small laugh of herself and the same excuse of not wanting to wear out her shoes.

Both of the pair knew this was false however, as only last week Y/N had convinced Lizzie to wear her shoes while they walked on the small wall over by the Cut. Y/N had insisted that walking on the wall, instead of by it, was the fastest way to the Charlie’s boat yard where Curly waiting there for a picnic. While Lizzie, seeing the street was too crowded to continuously walk along the side of the wall herself while holding the girl’s arm, gave in and decided to just get up there with her. Lizzie figured her reputation had already been “damaged” enough, so why should she care about people seeing her walk on a wall. It wasn’t her fault they didn’t have the brains to find a faster route. Besides the beaming smile on Y/N’s face when Lizzie got up there with her was enough to make the brunette woman willing to walk on a thousand more walls. Dammed how her shoes looked after.

Nevertheless, Lizzie let Y/N have her own fun this time. As the girl teetered along the edge of the street she spoke quickly, going on about her day, and her school work, and the boy down the street who had nice hair.

Soon enough the two of them had reached the market. Despite the clouds above and the percentage of the population currently away, the Small Heath Market was teeming with life. And that was where the trouble had begun.

Y/N had only been out of her sight for a second, when a group of school girls bumped into the pair as they made their way to the a small cafe for lunch. And instead of apologizing and moving to the side the girls had continued forward not realizing through their gossip that they had in fact split the duo up. Though that event only lasted a few seconds it was enough for Y/N to be swept away in the crowd. Inciting a panic in Lizzie like never before.

Around and around she turned desperately looking for the pair of eyes she found herself so often looking into. Nothing. All the while her hands reaching out as if to catch any lost children coming by, even if they weren’t hers. Nothing.

All the while it seemed as if the market had suddenly gotten more crowded and more busy. Voices became louder, brushes from strangers became more prominent, and the air seemed to get thicker as if all of the factories in the city had released their smog onto the shops. Lizzie didn’t know if she wanted to cry or scream. Maybe she’d do both. With tears in her eyes, Lizzie opened her mouth, ready to scream out Y/N’s name in hopes that even if the girl couldn’t see her, she wasn’t lost forever.

“Y/-“

The girl’s name had barely left Lizzie’s lips when another body came crashing into her, much more forcefully than the first time and with much more intent.

Arms wrapped around Lizzie with such force if she hadn’t already lost her breath she would have now. Squeezing tight and not letting go, gripping onto Lizzie with such force, any more and bruised would begin to form. And the crash had happened so suddenly, Lizzie wasn’t sure what happened at first. No this body did not accidentally crash into Lizzie’s, this one was here with a purpose. This body wouldn’t not let go until it had what it wanted….

“Lizzie, Hi Lizzie, Hi Lizzie, I lost you… I cou-“

Connected to the tight arms around Lizzie’s wait was a small body connected to a familiar head of hair wearing a light blue dress. Lizzie couldn’t see the face buried so tightly in her abdomen, but she knew only one person who it could be.

Y/N. Her little gem.

Registering who was nestled tightly onto her, Lizzie didn’t hesitate to to wrap her arms around the girl in return. If it hadn’t been for Y/N’s unwavering grip, Lizzie would have kneeled down on the ground to give the girl a more proper hug.

Still mumbling about how she had lost Lizzie, Y/N only held the woman tighter, the girl’s soft voice wavering and muffled. Her hands were opening and closing on the back of Lizzie’s dress, repeatedly grasping it as if to prove that Lizzie was in fact still there. Lizzie realised the sudden chaos had overwhelmed the little girl a bit, and bowed her head as close to the little girl’s ear as she could whispering comforting words while using a free hand to softly run her fingers in the girl’s hair. She also repeated the girl’s greeting, knowing sometimes when Y/N would loose her train of thought she’d resort to just a simple greeting again as if it could get the words flowing again.

“Hi Y/N , Hi Y/N, It’s ok Y/N, It’s ok. I’m here, you found me and I’m not letting go. Do you hear me sweetheart? I’m not going to lose you. I’ll always find a way to get to you I promise.”

Soft words spoken in a tone, Lizzie honestly wasn’t use to using, as she felt the girl start to calm down. Neither knew how long they stood there holding each other before Y/N finally pulled back from her protector. Still not letting go, but standing back enough that the tip of their toes were barely touching. Teary eyes looking at the ground, Y/N spoke,

“I thought I lost you, I got scared.”

Lizzie gently brought up her hand and lifted the girl’s chin with a small smile, able to do so now that everything felt peaceful again around her.

“That’s ok, it’s not you fault yeah. It’s not your fault you got lost. Everything’s going to be ok. Now if you’re still a little scared we can go back to your house if you’d like? Or we can just go straight to the park, we don’t have to stay here anymore.”

With a final sigh Y/N moved so that she could hold Lizzie’s hand, leaning her head slightly into the older woman’s arm.

“No…. It’s ok, we can still get lunch, Aunt Polly gave me extra money so we can both get some sweets too!”

“Sweets! Well come on then! What do you say we get those first? Then we can have those while we wait for our lunch. But we have to keep it a secret from Polly.”

At Lizzie’s attempt to further lighten the mood, Y/N’s eyes lit up and a small laugh bubbles up. Both were sure that Polly would find out about their secret mission to have sweets then “real food” as they made their way in the crowd once again. This time with a better grip on each other.

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It wasn’t until about half an hour (and TWO bags of sweets) later when waiting for their lunch that the two started up conversation again. Evidently both had been shook up by the event and though Y/N made small comments and laughed at the stories Lizzie used to distract her, the woman could tell she was still a bit nervous. Especially when Y/N choose to sit in the seat right next to her for lunch instead of across like she usually did.

Because even if Y/N loved to hang on people she was close to, the girl still quite enjoyed her personal space. She often like to pull out the items in her back pack and spread them out as if making a little bubble just of her own. And while she wouldn’t necessarily tell one off for getting in her bubble (the desire to be “friendly” greater than the one for space), she might still have been seen scooting a few bits further. This also tended to happen after something that was just a lot for the girl had happened. It was as if being in her own little space let her find her train of thought again.

Now though, it seemed like the brief separation was enough to make Y/N push off her bubble a bit longer. They sat side by side, in a booth near the window, with Y/N closest to the window, their arms barely brushing each other. Neither wanting to further encroach the other’s space but neither minding if it were to happen.

Eventually after settling down in their spots to wait, it seemed Y/N had finally found her voice again. Eyes passing to Lizzie, but still darting away every now and then at a new distraction, Y/N spoke.

“Hey Lizzie?”

Lizzie looked down and smiled at the girl, Her eyes never leaving the child. Not again. She was still kicking herself for those brief few moments and it was a good thing Lizzie didn’t have to work tonight, she doubted she’d be able to focus.

“Hey Y/N?”

“I just thought of this. Do you want to know what we talked about in school the other day?”

“What did you talk about?”

Y/N briefly averted her gaze again, feet swinging back and forth now, only hesitating for a second before she began to speak again.

“We talked about what we want of do when we grow up.”

“Did you? That sounds exciting. What else?”

At Lizzie’s positive tone, Y/N smiled. Lizzie was listening to her and Y/N decided she liked it when people listened to her. Even about things that happens in school. Even Finn didn’t like listening to that sometimes, and he listened to everything she said. Ever. It got her in trouble a few times, but Y/N didn’t think Lizzie would tell.

“Well, Martin Jones said he wanted to be a fireman, and Emily Harriet said she wanted to be a nurse. Then Harold Green wanted to own a ship and be a pirate, but Mrs. Carden said that wasn’t nice. I don’t know why though, I’ve heard some nice stories about pirates. There was this one named Sparrow…”

And so she was off. Y/N told Lizzie all about what her classmates wanted to be when they grew up, often getting side tracked and starting new story before Lizzie would gently guide her back on topic. By the time their food arrived Lizzie knew all the dreams and gossip in Y/N’s class. Their meal was eaten relatively quick and in a silence that neither minded. Small comments on how the food tasted were made, and small ideas of what the lives of the passing people could be like were made. Maybe the man in the yellow had to pretend he was a banana to catch an escaped monkey. Or maybe the woman with long package of posters was really a knight hiding her arrows to save a prince. It wasn’t until the pair was almost done with their meal when the topic came back around to school.

“So Y/N you told me what your friends want to be when they grow up. But what about you? What do you want of be when your grow up?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you silly. What did you tell the class you wanted to be when you grow up?”

“Oh, yeah I did answer the question too. But I’d didn’t say what I said who.”

Lizzie waited for a brief second before smiling and realizing that she might need to reframe the question.

“Ok, Y/N then who did you say you wanted to be when you grow up?”

“Ummm….Guess,” Y/N replied with a smile on her face wanting to play a game, he legs swinging back and forth under her seat.

“Guess? You want me to guess who you said? Ok, was it Your Dad? Or maybe your Aunt Ada or Polly? Did you say one of them?”

“No, No, and No, none of them but they’re all great. Try again, I promise you know who. This is one of my favorite people. And if you don’t get it I’ll tell you then.”

Lizzie put her hand in her chin pretending to think, though she figured she knew the answer now. After a drawn out hum Lizzie spoke again.

“Is it Curly,” She said with a smile on her face, sure she got it correct. After all Curly was Y/N loved most outside of her family.

“Nope.”

Lizzie was a bit shocked. She had been sure it was Curly. As she was about to make another guess the girl opens her mouth again, the short words coming out surprising Lizzie even more.

“It’s you.”

“Me?”

“You.”

“You want to be like just like me when you grow up?”

“Yes!!! It’s you, I want to be just like you when I grow up! I want to do all the things you do and be just like you!! Wouldn’t that be great?!” Y/N stated with a smile on her face, turning in her seat so that she was now sat on her knees facing her friend.

No.

Lizzie sat back in her seat, every moment of her own life, past and present, running through her head. Every conflict, failure, temptation, heartbreak, and more running through her head at rapid speed. Because despite feeling touched by the words, the older brunette couldn’t even begin to see why Y/N would want to be like her.

No it would not be great at all if Y/N grew up to be like Lizzie.

See Lizzie Stark may have been able to act confident, but she certainly had her self doubts. After all, despite her connections to the Shelby’s Lizzie was still struggling to survive. She didn’t have much money or fancy clothes. Her apartment wasn’t too nice and sometimes Lizzie skipped meals to pay for the rent. And since she never finished school Lizzie didn’t consider herself the smartest. She may have been able to read and write and do basic math, but far beyond the level the richer ladies could do. And then there was the factor of her job. Lizzie was a prostitute. There really wasn’t much sugar coating it a that point. She was a prostitute.

That’s the reason Lizzie never wanted Y/N. Even if there was nothing else. Y/N of course didn’t know what work Lizzie did, no one had ever really brought it up, and the girl never noticed the few men who would approach them when together. Lizzie was always able to tell the man she was off the clock before the calls of “a friendly meeting” got too far. Thankfully most men were wise enough though not to call over the woman walking hand in hand with Thomas Shelby’s daughter. So even that didn’t happen to often.

Still in that moment Lizzie made a promise to herself. She promised that Y/N would never have to be like her. No matter how much the child wanted to be. Y/N wouldn’t have to suffer like Lizzie felt she did so often. Y/N would never have to do what Lizzie did, she’d make sure if it. She’d never have to do the same work Lizzie did. Lizzie wanted Y/N to go farther than she did. And so she would help her as much as she could. Regardless of how much support her family would give her, Lizzie would help too. Even if it meant working more herself so she could have money to help Y/N in the future…

“Is that ok Lizzie,” Y/N interrupted the woman’s train of thought, an unsure look on her face at the woman’s response (or lack of) to her answer, “ Is it ok that I want to be like you when I get big?” Now the girl herself had a small frown on her face. Maybe Lizzie’s didn’t want Y/N to be anything like her, maybe Y/N shouldn’t have told Lizzie the truth.

Lizzie hesitated for a second more, bringing her eyes back to her company, “Y/N why do you want to be like me? I’m not the best person in the world…”

The girl sat back and to Lizzie’s surprise, smiled in disbelief, “What do you mean? I mean, I know you’re not perfect, no one is, but I think you’re pretty great!”

“But why though?”

There was a small pause in the conversation as Y/N sat, thinking about her words as these were some she really wanted to get right. Sometimes it was hard for her to get words right even if she knew what she wanted to say, others were confused. Then after a moment she spoke. And the more she spoke the more she began to bounce in her chair as she got to tell Lizzie all the things she loved about her!

“Well for starters you’re really nice. You always help around the house and you listen to my stories. And you put bandages on my knees when I fall and don’t get mad when I mess up my dress. And you also play with my hair and hold my hand. And you walk on walls with me. You’re also really smart, you know a lot of things I don’t know. You even know how to get to the library without getting lost and I don’t think even Uncle Arthur can do that! And you always take me to fun places. You also make sure I’m safe. And you are really pretty too, you’re one of the prettiest people I know. People are always looking at you because you’re so pretty, don’t you see it? Some of the ladies even squint their eyes because they’re so jealous of you! And you know a lot of people. All the time people recognize to you when we go out. There always seem to be people wanting to talk to you. Especially boys. Other than Finny and Isaiah, I don’t know how to talk to boys like you do. The ones at school pull my hair and I just want to be their friend. But you seem to have so many talking to you! And…..”

And as Y/N continued, her words seemed to trail off in Lizzie’s mind as a realisation was made.

See, Lizzie knew what people thought of her. She knew how they saw her for who she was and what she did. She knew the true meanings behind the looks and why people wanted to talk to her.

She knew.

Lizzie always knew what those things meant even if people didn’t say them allowed (and plenty of them did). She even knew what the older Shelby’s themselves thought, even if they were greatful for her help. Rarely a day went but where Lizzie wasn’t called a whore or dammed to hell by a stranger on the street she’d never met.

But Y/N didn’t know that.

Y/N heard the people calling out as they walked by but she didn’t truly understand what they were staying. She didn’t understand their words were meant to hurt, shame, and condemn. She just saw someone calling out to her favorite person and figured they must like her too. After all, to Y/N, Lizzie was amazing, so why shouldn’t she have plenty of other people calling out to her, and waving their arms at her in greeting?

Y/N knew people were always looking at Lizzie as they passed by on the street and thought it was because of how beautiful Lizzie was. She didn’t realize their stares and squints weren’t out of awe or jealousy, but rather disgust and hate for a woman who was just trying to survive like the rest.

Y/N didn’t realize why Lizzie knew so many people or why so many “boys” wanted to “talk” to her. Once again, Y/N didn’t know what Lizzie really did for her job and no one was stupid enough to bring it up. All she saw was a woman she adored, who always seemed to know how to walk around without getting her hair pulled on the way to lunch. A woman who always seemed to have the right words to say and rarely got caught up on them. And since she rarely got caught up on her words, no ‘boys’ ever teased Lizzie for how she spoke. In fact they often seemed to want to stay with her longer. And if they stayed longer, then they more fun they could have together. And to a child like Y/N there’s always room for more fun and more friends.

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These are the things that occurred to Lizzie as Y/N continued to talk. And in her mind Lizzie came to another conclusion. One that almost made her want to laugh aloud.

She had concluded there’s an irony in innocence, in such that it allows those who seen the least to also see the most.

This innocence is mixed with the mercy of the young who often had yet to experience the pain of the world. To the innocent everything is more simple. Lines of good and bad are clearly drawn and if you are placed on one side it can be hard and easy to make to the other. There is no gray area in the blurred between, making one question the morals of right and wrong.

It is this innocence that often allowed children to look around and ignore the blinding bias of the world and see the characteristics so often shunned for one defining trait or action. To see the brighter side of the barely lit life many would rather step over than acknowledge.

It was this innocence that made Y/N look at Lizzie and see a future she wanted to have.

A future that didn’t have the cruel words or harsh hands. A future that didn’t contain the disgusted looks from the wealthier women passing by or the unnerving stares of many touched starved men. A future inspired, not by a whore who sometimes could barely afford to eat, but the loving friend always willing to share her last biscuit.

Y/N didn’t look at Lizzie and see all the things the world considered bad.

Y/N looked at Lizzie and saw all the things SHE considered good.

She saw someone who was smart, pretty caring, always willing to listen, sure of her words, and always ready to give a hug among many more good things. Someone who had all the traits Y/N thought made a great person.

And Y/N wanted to be a great person when she grew up.

So when she grew up Y/N wanted to be just like Lizzie.

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✨✨a/n : Hello! I hope y’all enjoyed this part! I slowly trying to get back on here and finally finished this part after so long. I actually started writing it a day before S6E2 came out and then that wreaked me and I need a bit to figure out where to go! But it was fun to write and I didn’t actually get to the part I planned on writing so it may be in another part😂 But yeah there’s a bit onLizzie’s relationship with Y/N. I hope y’all enjoyed it!✨✨

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Currently making a Lizzie Stark x reader playlist so send me suggestions if you want

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Wine and Water ~ Lizzie Shelby & Reader (Fluff)

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The auction had been somewhat of a success.

She did manage to get that Medusa bracelet which she had had her eye on, but had failed to get the painting of Judith beheading Holofernes. And then Mr. Murray and Sir John had been red with rage as they tried to outbid themselves over some miniature warship, which had been delightful to watch. Like two dogs fighting, not the scrappy street kind fighting for a bone, but the fat little lapdogs, who could barely move wiggling their ugly bodies to reach a treat first.

Afterwards, there was more champagne, canapes, and chatter, but she soon excused herself to the restrooms, not because she needed to, but because she wanted some silence.

Using the opportunity, she was just retouching her lipstick, when the door opened once more, revealing a no longer strange face.

“Ah sorry,”, Mrs Shelby mumbled as she saw her.

“Don’t worry.”, she told her with a smirk. “This is the Ladies room - you have as much right to be here as me.”

The corner of her lip twitched and she glanced at the door, making her realise the meaning of her words.

For a woman of admirable height, Mrs Shelby moved like one half her size, as if she wanted to make herself as small as possible, almost unnoticeable.

It was sad to see, but it was a sad world, so she wasn’t surprised.

Not wanting to stare, she turned her back on the other woman and went back to her lipstick.

To her surprise though, Mrs Shelby watched her.

“My husband says you have a reputation.”, she said.

“I suppose we all do.”

She huffed slightly.

“He says you enjoy tormenting men.”

That made her smile, and she turned, biting the desire to lick her freshly painted lips.

“I don’t torment men, Mrs Shelby, at least not unless they deserve it.”

She tilted her head and smirked.

“And it is not for enjoyment, it is for a sense of justice- or satisfaction.”

Mrs Shelby didn’t look all too convinced and so she walked over to her and gave her hands a little squeeze.

“I don’t mind men, Mrs Shelby. I just happen to be able to see humorous way of their collective existence.”

“Like what?”, she wanted to know.

“Well,”, she mused, “For one they always like to remind us that we are the weaker sex.”

She clicked her tongue as if she was scolding them at the notion.

“Well, I have children, so do you, don’t you?”

The realisation made her smile just barely as she nodded.

“Alright, yes.”

“Quod erat demonstrandum.”, she said, already half turned when she saw a flash of fear in her eyes, before she quickly lowered them.

That short quick moment of their shared joke was gone, shattered on the ground by her slip of the tongue.

By now, by her voice and posture and the way she presented herself, she had long realised that Mrs Shelby wasn’t comfortable here. And now she had made her even more uncomfortable, which wasn’t at all her intention.

“It means “which was to be demonstrated.””, she said softly, “People use it when they’ve proven their argument.”

“Oh.”, Mrs Shelby muttered, clearing her throat.

“No need to blush.”, she assured her. “Latin is a terrible beast of a language, in fact, it is said that if the Romans themselves had to learn it, they never would have had the time to conquer half the known world. But it is rather useful if you want to appear smarter than you actually are.”

She dismissed it all with a wave and felt a pang of relief when Mrs Shelby seemed to relax slightly.

“There are like twenty phrases people use and the rest, well, everyone’s forgotten that as soon as they leave the school room. So if it goes beyond that, people just nod and pretend, without daring to question it as they are all afraid of being called out.”

“Is that why you like to humiliate men, ‘cause they don’t know what they are talking about?”

There was uncertainty in her voice, and she knew the question had a double meaning.

“I don’t mind a lack of knowledge. In fact, there are infinitely more things I don’t know than those I will ever have the time to learn. Unfortunately, not everyone disagrees with my assessment. Most people have rather insufferable delusions of grandeur.”

Offering the other woman a smile she took a deep breath.

“I don’t like to humiliate in anyone, but I do have a certain and rather concrete dislike about people who refuse to accept the limitations of their own personhood, station, knowledge, role in society. It is usually them who preach water and drink wine and I can’t stand that.”

She smiled up at the taller woman.

“I’m sure you have the misfortune of knowing the kind.”

Mrs Shelby snorted.

“Oh trust me I do.”

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brightest daylight after the darkest night — lizzie stark x fem!reader

She was everything Lizzie has lost over the years, all the bits that have been ripped away from an early age, bright sincere smiles and ardent laughter; the woman’s lively nature reminded her of innocence.

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lizzie stark back to peaky blinders masterlist

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🐚 currently I don't write for any ships but when I do l'll tell you guys which ships. some of these are older and they're kinda bad since it's been a while since I wrote them, so please don't point it out.

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Say My Name

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Chapter 04/? Summary: You work all around at the local country club, to your advantage you flirted and used your beauty to get what you want, though with this certain woman your own way can't seem to work. Warning: This work contains smut and foul language, minors DNI!!

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She can't get you off her head, every second and every minute she had you in her mind, the way your lips moved perfectly against hers, how you leaned into her when you craved more of her kiss, she loved how you practically became a mess for her. Though the moment she received a message from her house help that her husband was home unexpectedly from his flight frustrated her more than any words can ever describe… she knew to herself that she's got you wrapped around her fingers, it's just that her no good husband has just decided to go home, talk about perfect timing.

Wanda felt bad she truly did when she saw how needy you were when she told you that she has to go, she watched how you practically pouted the moment she dropped the bomb, even left some cash so you can get home safely, she can't even take you back to your apartment since she's heading the opposite way. Arriving at the driveway of her shared house with Jarvis, she can't help but roll her eyes seeing his car parked there, walking inside the house she saw her husband passed out on the couch. Probably had too many to drink on his way home, she didn't even bother to check on him, instead she headed into the bedroom so she could get ready for bed.

Taking her phone from her handbag she went to check on you by calling your cell, it was ringing a couple of times before you answered. “Hey… so, you left my dear friend unsatisfied and I'm currently taking care of that.” Wanda’s brow instantly raised when your phone was answered by another woman, clenching her jaw when she thought of how quick you are to find a replacement. “Oh, are you? Just so you know… I'm sure Y/N wishes that it's me on the bed with her instead of whoever you are.” Right after Wanda said that she ended the phone call. Unbeknownst to you, Diana hid the fact that Wanda called while you're in the restroom. “Were you talking to someone?” you asked her when you thought you heard her talking. “No, you must be hearing things.” the latter replied, biting the inside of her cheek not liking the attitude she has received from who's on the other end of the call.

Just as you exited the bathroom, you made your way towards the bed, crawling your way to Diana the moment you got on the mattress, as beautiful and attractive this woman right in front of you, Wanda was right with what she said, you really were wishing it was her with you instead of Prince. You spent almost the whole of the night with your head buried in between her thighs, allowing your imagination to run free as you thought about the redhead who's with you hours ago.

Wanda hears the doorknob turn while she's laying on the bed. “Hey there, wife.” Vis greeted the redhead so casually as he took off his work clothes, sitting on her side of the mattress… placing a hand on her waist, gently caressing his wife's side trying to see if he has the chance to score tonight. “Get your hands off from me, Jarvis.” Maximoff says while she pushed his hand off from her body. “You’re a total bitch you know that?” The man says which made Wanda sit up. “And you're a fucker who can't keep his dick in his pants.” She retorted which instantly made him mad. Well, Wanda did hope he's going to sleep on the couch, but if she's going to share the same bed with this man? She'd rather get hit by a meteor.

Taking her phone, she left the room and decided to sleep in the guest room knowing that her husband would possibly throw a tantrum, one might ask why she hasn't divorced him yet? Well, Jarvis or The Vision as he calls himself is the next to Tony Stark’s throne, she was the picture perfect trophy wife any man could ever ask for, she's got the looks, the body, and the charm. They did have an agreement that they can easily break the marriage the moment he’s got his position at Stark Industries.

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Diana watched how you peacefully slept next to her, biting her lower lip when the thought came to her, you are one of a kind… you're a friend with benefits that didn't ask for much, in fact you even kindly turned down almost everything she attempted to gift you, she hasn't caught feelings for you but now knowing she's got a match for your attention she knew she had to level up her game. There's no way she'll let some woman take you away, she likes how much of a good fuck you are, eventually she fell asleep since you did tire her out.

When the morning came you are alone on the bed once again, though you hear the water running so you know that Diana's still there, reaching for your phone you went to check if you've got any messages or missed calls, and you raise a brow when you saw in your call history that Wanda called you. “Did you answer my phone last night?” You ask her loud enough so she could hear you even if she's in the shower. “I did, isn't she the one who let you down last night?” The latter answered right back, turning off the shower and stepping out of the bathroom with only a towel covering her body. “Well, yes, but it doesn't mean you answer phone calls that clearly isn’t yours.” Diana raised a brow at your response and she knew she had to distract you so she could get Wanda out of the conversation.

Dropping the towel the moment she was right in front of you, your face facing her breasts and she took your phone away from your hands then she pressed a kiss on jaw the moment she leaned into you. “There’s a year-end party at Wayne's Enterprises, be my plus one.” she purred right next to your ear, nipping on your earlobe. Honestly, you're no better than a man, the moment she discarded the towel in front of you, you're instantly dumbfounded by the sight of breasts as if you don't have those. “Yeah… yeah, sure.” you say before gently backing up.

“I really have to get home though, I have a shift in a couple of hours.” you reasoned as you picked up the towel that she dropped. “I promise you, I'll be there for the party… any clue on what I should wear?” you ask her as you make a beeline towards the bathroom. “I’ll have it delivered to your apartment, don't worry about it.” Diana answered while she started getting ready for the day as well, after all she has to take you home and get to work too.

Later on, Diana dropped you off and Yelena happened to catch sight of you since she was heading back from her morning walk with Fanny. “I thought you're with Wanda?” she asked and you simply shrugged. “She had to get home, something about her husband coming home.” you replied as you unlocked the door for the three of you. “I’ll get some more sleep, wake me up when you start getting ready.” you kindly ask your best friend, and before entering your room you make sure to give Fanny the petting she requires you to do.

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You're lacking sleep, that's for sure, you are standing at your station checking every customer or club member walking in the restaurant, trying to see if you can spot Wanda. Bucky had to snap you out of your daydreaming or wake you up while you're practically dozing off as you stand next to the bar. “Hell’s wrong with you?” Barnes asked and you can't help but take a deep breath then let out a long sigh after. “Lack of sleep, too much sex.” you say casually which made the man next to you chuckle. “Didn’t know there could be such a thing.” he answered.

Your shift always felt long whenever you're looking forward to something, from the very moment you clocked in and clocking out, you always stuck your neck out trying to see if Wanda came in today, sadly she didn't. This went on for a couple of days and you didn't know what to tell her after what Diana pulled.

As Yelena unlocks the front door, she calls out to you that you have a package next to the door, making your way next to her then you pick up the box. There's a small card attached to it and you went ahead to turn it around so you can read what's written on it.

“For you to wear, I'll pick you up don't worry.”

“Prince has been working hard to impress you, huh?” Yelena teased while the both of you headed inside the apartment. “You think so? She asked me to come with her to this party and this is just what she wanted me to wear.” you simply answered then your best friend raised a brow. “Are you sure? It's not because she finally found a competition?” She went on to push this topic further and you can't help but laugh at what Yelena was trying to imply. “No, Diana and I are simply good friends who happen to…” “Have sex” “Yes, have sex.” Your friend smirked with how innocent you seem. “Of course, you two are just good friends.” she retorted before heading into her room.

You also did return to your room the moment Yelena left you in the living room, placing the box on your bed then you decided to open it, it was a designer brand that's for sure. Diana made sure that she'd get you a dress that fits you perfectly, styled in a way that you'd love, and she executed that flawlessly. Prince gifted you a long black dress, revealing enough to turn heads but classy enough for everyone to do a double take, and just under the dress there's another small box. Placing the clothing carefully on your bed, you went to check what's in the mystery package… your eyes widened at the sight of this jewelry set. You're sure this was expensive, most probably above your pay grade.

Taking your phone in your back pocket, you went on to call Diana. “Hey, darling.” the older woman greeted. “Hey… so, are you sure that you didn't accidentally place these jewels under the dress?” you hear a small laugh from her and you raise a brow. “No, I didn't accidentally place them. It's all yours for you to wear at the party.” she simply answered. “I was just calling to check… I mean it's beautiful and the dress is just perfect.” Diana couldn't help knowing she did a great job picking the dress for you. “Whatever's in the box, it's yours, you don't have to worry about it. I have to go, okay? I'll text you the details of the party.” Diana ended the phone call shortly after that and what followed was the details of the year-end party.

You took note of the date, time, and where the party is, and you're just hoping you don't make a fool of yourself in front of those millionaires.

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You and Diana are welcomed into the building the moment you two stepped out of the limousine she picked you up with, her driver opened the door for the two of you, she went first and you followed right after her. It is a fancy party that's for sure, everyone was wearing the usual suit and tie while the ladies wore their formal dresses, the latter went on to hold on to your arm so she could keep you close for most of the time. When she went on to mingle with her colleagues you made sure to be a good sport, riding along the conversation so you weren't going to be the awkward plus one.

Your dress served its purpose as you noticed that you've received countless compliments from whoever Diana spoke with, whenever you'd walk past someone their heads would turn at the sight of you, Prince and you took great pride in that. You were busy chatting with whomever you can chat with until everyone heard someone tapping a spoon against a wine glass to get attention. It was none other Bruce Wayne, he went on to make a speech about how it's been a wonderful year for Wayne's Enterprises, your eyes suddenly scan around the room until you've locked eyes with someone you weren't expecting to be there and it's Wanda.

Just as Wayne went on with his speech you excused yourself to Diana that you're going to use the restroom, when in fact you're going to approach a certain redhead. Wanda sees you walking towards her way, she turns to look at Jarvis who's listening to what Wayne had to say and she easily slips away from him. “Hey.” You awkwardly greet and the redhead reaches for another champagne when a waiter walks past the both of you. “Prince brought you here?” she asks while the both of you walk away from the crowd. “Yeah, she did.” you answer her and she raises a brow. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” Maximoff sips a small amount of her drink while looking forward to what you're about to say.

“Well, you know the whole motel thing.” You say and Wanda was completely unsatisfied with what you're telling her. “Are you sure that's all?” she asked. “I’m sorry that she answered the phone or for whatever she said, I was in the restroom when you called.” you say as you nervously took a drink as well from the champagne glass you're holding. You can't help but take in how beautiful Wanda looks at the moment, how her hair was beautifully styled, wearing a fitted dress that accentuated her perfect curves, and her makeup that shows off her emerald eyes.

“I thought I was being clear when I told you that I don't like sharing.” she says while looking directly into your eyes, god, she can't help but replay everything that happened with you. As much as she wanted to take you away from the party, she knew better than to seem so desperate. “You are, trust me, you are.” you say then Wanda noticed how you're all awkward and a mess once again. “I'm heading to the restroom in a moment.” she simply says when she noticed that her husband was coming towards the both of you.

You took that as a signal so you walked away and this time you really did head into the restroom, you instantly looked at yourself in the mirror making sure you look your best tonight. Checking every stall if there's someone inside of them, with luck being on your side tonight, it's empty… Well, not that you're looking forward to something happening with you and Wanda– it's not bad to hope at all, right?

You sprayed a bit of your perfume on your neck, placing it back in your handbag… Wanda walked in the restroom, locking the door and she made sure you heard it. “Tell me exactly why you're sorry.” she demanded, you can tell she looks pissed with what you did now that she recalls it once again. “I’m sorry I didn't book a ride home when you made it perfectly clear that I should.” Oh, you're nervous, Wanda’s making your heart race and all she did was to ask you a simple question. “What else?” she asked and she was cornering you against the sink, placing her purse next to yours. “I’m sorry that I slept with someone else even if you made it clear that you don't like sharing.” she placed a finger on your chin and basically made you look up to her. “Who are you thinking of while she satisfied you?” she asked once more. “You, Wanda, it's all you.” you answer her and finally, she smirks.

“Good.” she whispered before crashing her lips against yours, Wanda took her time as she kissed you hungrily, she went to run her tongue over your lips before pushing the wet muscle into your mouth, she went to roll hers against yours and you can't help but groan with how good it feels to make out with her once again. You moved your arms just around her neck while she practically dominated you once again, you didn't care if your lipstick would smear all over your face, god, you didn't know how desperate you are for Wanda until you've gotten the taste of her. The both of you paused with your lips barely touching just as you two had to catch your breaths. “Don’t leave me hanging like the last time…” you begged with your lips lightly brushing against hers.

The redhead looked into your dilated eyes, she honestly loved that you're somehow pleading for her, Wanda placed a hand on your cheek then she smiled at you. “We both know that you and I have to head home with our respective partners for the night, sweetheart.” she whispered as she leaned towards your neck, sucking on your skin just enough to leave a faint mark on it. “Don’t sleep with Prince tonight.” she breathed against your skin and as you enjoyed how her lips felt against your neck, you can't help but nod your head. Maximoff looked at you once again, she took note of how beautiful you looked tonight.

This time it's you who initiated a heated session of making out, Wanda enjoyed how you easily gave into her, how the lips of the both of you moved into a perfect rhythm. The older woman sucked on your tongue, she could taste the champagne that you've been drinking the moment you arrived at the party. You were hot and intoxicated of the redhead, who knew that one can drown in pleasure when all they've done is to simply exchange kisses, you can feel her hands roaming your body… something she didn't do during your night with her at the hotel.

Her fingers lightly brushed against your clothed nipple, you moaned softly against her mouth. “You’re turned on aren't you, malysh?” her heavy Sokovian accent came out once again and that's enough to make you even lust for her even more. “I bet these are so sensitive right now.” she purred against your lips, her thumb focusing on moving in a circular motion against your sensitive nub. You could hear your phone vibrating in your handbag but you're way too occupied with Wanda to even pay your mind to it, the older woman moved her other hand to slide the strap of your dress off your shoulder. When she caught sight of your breasts, Wanda looked at you and pressed a chaste kiss on your lips.

Her lips moved lower, you could feel her kisses against your collarbone feeling her teeth sink on your skin, just biting down hard enough to leave a little bruising, and finally, she's right where you want her to be. Wanda fondled your breast for a moment until she proceeded to take you into her mouth, you could feel her tongue just rolling against your nipple, placing a hand over your mouth you went to moan softly against your palm. You don't know how thick or thin the walls are in here, your safest option was to keep yourself quiet, the redhead was sucking on your nipples and when she had let it go it made a little ‘pop’ sound. Maximoff went on to leave another mark on your skin and this one's more evident than the others, after all it's hidden so no one but her should see it.

“What did I ask of you earlier?” she asks while she fixes your dress once again, taking a makeup wipe in her purse then she fixes the lipstick stains she left all over your skin. “Don't sleep with Prince tonight.” you answer her and she nodded her head. “Good, disobey me and you won't even get the chance to touch me in the slightest way.” she made clear and you nodded your head. “You best be on your way, your date must be looking for you.” Wanda says as she asks for your lipstick, she was kind enough to apply them once again on your lips and as she was satisfied with it, she pressed a peck on your lips. Maximoff fixed herself this time, fixing the smeared lipstick all over her lips and you take your time to compose yourself. “I- I should go.” You stuttered and Wanda nodded her head. “Sure, sweetheart, enjoy the party.” she spoke in the sweetest voice you've heard and as you unlocked the door, Diana was approaching the restroom. She was probably looking for you, after all you didn't get to keep up how much time you spent with Wanda in the restroom.

“Are you okay?” Diana asked and she went to check on you. “I'm okay, the champagne just hit harder when I thought it wouldn't affect me in the slightest bit.” you lied your way through it and Prince was somehow convinced, you did look a little woozy after all. “Do you want to go home?” she asks once more. “What? No, let's enjoy the party.” you say confidently as you lead her away from the restroom so Wanda can make her exit in the said room. “Ms. Prince? Is that you?” you hear someone call out to Diana and you turn to see who it was. “Mr. Stark! I'm glad you could make it!” Diana happily says as she greeted Tony Stark, you saw that Stark looked at you when he somehow recognized you but he can't pinpoint where he has seen you.

While Diana went on to chat with Stark, you can see Wanda making her way back to her husband, you see how her mood instantly dropped when Jarvis went on to speak with her, but when she caught you looking at her she put on a smile for you. Wanda wasn't even paying attention to what her husband had to say, he went on about how she should be at his side at all times, she was keeping her eyes on you. She watched how you interacted easily with the guests or how easily you can let yourself into the conversation, she liked that confidence that you held.

“Isn’t that Tony?” Wanda distracted Jarvis just so he'd get off from her, being the people pleaser that he is, he made a beeline towards his boss and went to join in the conversation. “Ms. Prince, Mr. Wayne sure does know how to throw a party.” Jarvis joined in and Diana had let him into the conversation, you see Wanda standing on his side and you bit your lower lip. It all suddenly became talks about the company and all that, and you know that it isn't in your area of expertise. Putting yourself aside, you approached Wanda once more just striking a small conversation as if she didn't have her lips all over your body earlier.

Prince looked at you for a moment and suddenly she put pieces together, she didn't like the way you're all too friendly with Wanda, and she had the feeling that she's the woman who called you last night. With luck being on your side, Wanda has her contact saved as ‘W’, and instantly she knows why you took so long in the restroom. Excusing herself from the conversation with the men, Diana instinctively placed an arm around your waist, which made Maximoff clench her jaw for a moment. “Wanda, I'm so glad you and Jarvis could make it.” Prince greeted the redhead. “You know how he is with social events.” Wanda had put on the fakest smile she can have, obviously not liking the way the other woman held you.

“I see that you've met Y/N.” Diana says and Wanda nodded her head. “I actually met her before, she's my favorite sight to see whenever I'm at the country club.” it was awkward for you honestly but you're just in luck when Jarvis was done speaking with Tony, and practically stole Wanda out of the conversation. “That’s a low blow, Y/N.” Diana muttered and you looked at her. “What?” “So, it's Maximoff?” she asked and you didn't answer her. “I didn't know she was going to be here.” you defended yourself and Prince rolled her eyes.

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The ride home was quiet, Diana didn't like what you did, even if you attempted to apologize she wasn't having any of it. “You know that I'm fine if you're sleeping around with other people, but to do it when you're with me?” she brought it up once again. “It was the heat of the moment, alright? Things happen and one thing leads to another.” you say and Prince bit her lower lip. “She’s the one you went with at the motel?” she asked and you nodded. “Must’ve been that good?” she asked once more and the vehicle stopped in front of the apartment. “Let’s not talk about it.” you replied and Diana scoffed. “Thank you for this, I mean it. I had fun.” You say and the latter nodded her head.

You leave the car and as you walk to your front door, you can't help but put on the brightest smile you could ever have, making your way in the apartment you can hear Fanny barking and when you got in, you instantly got on her level so you could pet her. Taking your phone out, taking a picture of Fanny then sending it to Wanda so she's aware that you didn't go home with Prince. The latter replied after a while with some heart emojis, then you bite your lower lip thinking whether you should send a text.

I bet you do.

Miss you already.

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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Reblog if you write reader inserts for peaky blinders and have been shadowbanned this year for no apparent reason

#peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #finn shelby x reader #isiah jesus x reader #michael gray x reader #luca changretta x reader #jack nelson x reader #ada shelby x reader #polly gray x reader #lizzie stark x reader

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dearshelby · 1 year

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One more bc I love this concept so much! B for Lizzie please!

She wouldn't have to get messy with me I'd just throw myself at her 😌 That hand it's actually mine ↓

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? + Lizzie Stark

That depends on how old she currently is! She's 19 in s1 and pretty much harmless, that remains in s2 until she gets r*ped. That was a great turn in her mindset and evokes a protectiveness she didn't have before.

The fact is when Lizzie loves, she loves hard and doesn't let go at all easily, but she doesn't have many violent bones in her, she threatens any competition down in a harsh tone and people usually stick to it because she's related to the peaky blinders.

However, if they don't, she spins out of control, it can go from catfight to fully unloading a gun on that person, usually it doesn't go beyond that.

When it comes to her S/O, Lizzie is all about guilt trip, she'd NEVER physically harass them, all she does it's bring up her hard past, the fact no one truly loved her and that she'll be all alone if they leave her, it's a painful experience for everyone and an honest belief of Lizzie since her self esteem is very low.

#dark!Lizzie Stark #lizzie stark x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #yandere alphabet #dark!au

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cosmic-crybaby · 1 year

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Blue Skies- Tommy Shelby

Summary: Sparks fly when a self-sufficient, newly single mother meets the cold-hearted bachelor gangster of Birmingham. On their first outing, it was like everything in the world was asking for them to finally meet each other. But when fate intervenes, they soon find themselves suffering the reprocussions of their own decisions.

Rating: Mature, Minors DNI plz

Warnings: Warnings will be advised on each chapter.

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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

Dear Anon,

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

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

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

Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For Fucks sakes woman! ” A girl shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Another sister came into the hallway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The Paperwork -” The sister called out

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

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

“I had a tutor before my parents died.”

“How did they pass?”

“Car accident.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

“We’ll expect you to go to school.”

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

“That’s my husband. Thomas.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mostly sitting and thinking.” You responded blandly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry.”

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

“We’re the same then” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“John”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But we just got here!” Finn mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, just the one that made sense.”

“How so?” He took a sip of whiskey.

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that so?”

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

“Perhaps I should talk to her about it.”

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

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

“Do you want to watch the storm then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The sitting room at this hour!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Extra Blurb.

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

Finn laughed at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is he taking you then?” Lizzie asked

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

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

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

“How bout I wear the red one -”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” He said firmly looking at Lizzie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just for food then straight back?”

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

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

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

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

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

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Gina Nelson and Lizzie Stark give me comp-het vibes. But in different ways.

(Hear me out)

Like, I could see Gina being like “Oh, I could kiss a girl… if my guy wanted me to. Threesomes don’t scare me, cuz I’m a cool girl and I’m totally down for anything!”

Gina would be all flirty and confident inviten another woman to share her bed with Michael. She can act. She can act fairly well. Until it’s over.

Then, and only then, does the Gay Panic set in.

Lizzie is the sort of closeted queer woman that feels her feelings but doesn’t want to label them. Like she might have had a really, really close friendship with another girl as a teenager but they never acted on anything. After being married to Tommy and being iced out for so long, I think Lizzie would see a pretty woman and be like. “Y’know what? Fuck it, I have money for a hotel room now.”

Will I be writing fics about my personal opinions? Yes. Absolutely.

((Actual footage of Gina peeking out of the closet))

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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Being Lizzie's lesbian lover ~ Lizzie Stark Headcanon

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Warning: Sexual content, mention of past sexual assault (18/21+). I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

You two meet when she is already married to Tommy for a significant amount of time

Unlike her, you are born into this life and so it comes natural to you. Like her, you are also married and in a rather traditional marriage, although traditional in the sense that you and your husband had had the much desired ‘heir’, the insuring ‘spare’ and a third child for good measure, during which he, as a gentleman had been true to you.

But when you informed him that you were done having children, you decided to move on, after all, you had never been in love in that way, but had decided to build your marriage on friendship, and the fact that everyone on both sides were incredibly happy about it so now you just added honesty to the mix. He was free to do what he liked with whom he liked and so were you.

Of course, your husband was a little concerned about unfortunate consequences on your part at first, but when you informed him that that was not something he ought to concern himself with, he had scoffed, smiled and only said “How very Greek of you”. From then on your marriage was built on honesty, friendship, companionship, devotion to your children and the kind of love that wrapped itself in and around two people, tying them together but didn’t extend to the bedroom. It was perfect.

Together you navigated the social and political dance floor with ease, and in truth your marriage was better than most others that had started in infatuation, including the one of Mr and Mrs Shelby.

Business brought your husbands together, and convenience to two of you. In truth, while admiring Lizzie’s beauty, you approached her because you pitied her. She was a fish out of water if ever you saw one and even though she was the elder, you decided to take her under your wing under the guise of playdates between your three and her two. It took her a long while for her to trust you and you find out the reason why when you make a visit to one of the charities she supported, one that helped women who had ‘fallen into hardships’, as your mother would say, although most others would use far less flowery terms.

It is only then, after one of the women being helped recognised Lizzie from her old life, that she decides to tell you. You can’t lie, it is a shock, and you do need to have a rather strong cup of tea to calm your nerves but after a sleepless night of thinking everything through, you arrive with the children to the next playdate, finding an utterly shocked Lizzie, who had fully expected you to turn on her. When she tells you that even her husband weaponises her past in moments of rage, you want to strangle him, after all, there wouldn’t need to be sellers if there wouldn’t be buyers. It is that silent strength and resilience that attracts you to her, and the fact that she had refused to let her past make her into a hard and vengeful woman. It makes you admire and want to protect her even more.

It is not too long later when she catches you with another lover at a weekend retreat when she wanted to return some gloves she had borrowed (having mixed up the proper attire). Now it was you who expected judgement, but instead you get a lot of questions, almost childlike, but not about the physicality of things, rather about the emotional side, and about genuine attraction to women and so you give her a stack of books, Poems by Sappho, Emily Dickinson, and even some works by Charlotte Brontë

Before long she is not content with just reading and wants to try it out for herself and she finds that female pleasure is a whole different thing when it is not demanded by a male customer.

For that, you invite her on a holiday to a villa your father in law had bought you and your husband after the birth of your second child. You husband hated France and despised the French, so it was practically your own unless lent out to friends, like F. Scott Fitzgerald, Vita Sackville-West or Viginia Woolf. You spend a two week holiday there which is more than enough time to try out all sorts of things. And you two return at least twice a year.

The first few weeks of your affair, you are the more guiding partner, but bit by bit Lizzie starts to gain confidence and enjoyment from taking the lead in your bedroom activities

She is incredibly good in bed and can make you melt with just a few touches, even if they seem benign and meaningless. She is also a very, very giving person, but she also derives a lot of pleasure from having control, something she has never had in any physical relationships before that. And you don’t mind giving her that, not when you know the amount of pleasure you will get from it and from knowing how much she likes it

Lizzie enjoys watching your every reaction and eye- contact, especially when you try (and more than often fail) to hold it. She loves knowing what kind of effect she has on you, both in private and in public. She will pull you aside during dinner parties, charity events and the like, just to make a point and leave you hanging. But she would always make sure it would be worth your while in the end.

There would also be presents (with the money taken from Tommy’s account) day clothes but also expensive Parisian lingerie, sometimes with personalised lace that has her initials in it, but also jewellery, mainly necklaces, or a personalised bracelet which has a tiny lock so only she could take it off. There is also a kind of jewellery which can be worn under clothes, which you didn’t even know existed. It is often the last thing you will be wearing after some fancy event that ended with you and Lizzie in one bed.

She would never hurt you, neither emotionally nor physically, even though some people do derive pleasure from pain - not in any way, but after a while in your relationship she does like to push your limits with sensory play and deprivation, restricted movement and overstimulation. While a bit of bondage and blindfolds are a go for you, they are hard nos for Lizzie. Situations in which she feels like she is feeling restricted in any way bring back too many bad memories.

Lizzie is the absolute Queen of aftercare, like you never could have imagined, warm baths with scented oils, where she would get in with you, wash you, massage your tired limbs and take the time to wash your hair and comb it dry, even if you are dozing off during jt. She will make sure to keep you hydrated (on something other than the expensive champagne).

That level of care had been unknown even to you, and so you try to return it in any way you can, with or without the connection to sex. Sometimes you will just talk, or you will read to her all night long. Sometimes she just needs a shoulder to cry on or someone to hold her who won’t put out demands or ask questions.

The realisation that you love her is bittersweet- in a way, you are happy together, but you can’t really be together. Not in that way.

Whenever things went bad with Tommy, she would come to you. You know she can’t leave him, not legally and not emotionally either, which makes you hate the man even more. Every pain he inflicted on her, every betrayal cuts twice as deep and unlike Lizzie, you refuse to forgive. She told you everything, about his affairs, about the way he treated her as his employee, and before that. You know about the nights he used her to sooth his grief, and about the day he used her as bait. You know, and the only reason for you not going through with that terrible, though thoroughly planned accident, is that Lizzie still cares for him, and that he is the father of her child. But in your eyes, she would make a far better widow than a wife.

Your own husband knew of your liaison fairly early on, and he doesn’t mind as it fits perfectly in the framework of your arrangement (and because there would never be consequences in form of other children). He also rather likes Lizzie, as she is a very polite and apolitical person, unlike some of your former lovers who had been far more scandalous and out there than she was and he had his own ever changing affairs. He is not at all opposed to seeing her at the dinner table or in your bed (although by now he had probably forgotten where your bedroom even was) and didn’t mind Lizzie and her children joining you and your on holidays together.

You don’t know exactly when Tommy finds out, but you do notice dark glares and glances coming from him, not that you would ever care what he thinks. He may be Lizzie’s husband, but you are her lover. You can’t get rid of him, but he can’t get rid of you either. She chose him once upon a time, but she chooses you time and time again.

Thank you for requesting and participating in my celebration - I hope you liked what I wrote.

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