#lizzie's 3k celebration
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A family Thanksgiving
This was supposed to be up yesterday, but it took on a mind of its own and instead of the few hundred words it was supposed to be, its nearly 3k. Happy belated Thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates!
rated: t | wc: 2847 | cw: period typical homophobia, Steve's asshole parents
The offers from everyone to have him over for Thanksgiving had been great, any other year he would have loved such a choice, but for the first time in a long time, he was spending the day with family.
"But you hate your family." Dustin pointed out when Steve had told everyone about his holiday plans.
"No, I hate my parents. It's my grandma that asked me to go, and I want to see her and my cousins that I haven't seen in like five years. I'm driving myself to Chicago, so I won't be stuck in a car with my parents for hours on end." Steve explained.
"But you're working a late the day before, and I'm not going to cover you so you can drive up early" Robin replied.
"I'm planning on leaving by six on Thanksgiving morning. It's less than four hours to drive, so I'll be there before ten, well nine because of the timezone change. I took the late shift the day before so I had an excuse to drive myself, and my parents wouldn't have any reason to come by Hawkins before. And I drive home either the Friday or the Saturday, ready for our Sunday shift."
Come Thanksgiving day, Steve was somewhat regretting his decision. It had been nearly midnight before he'd gotten home, after a number of people came in just before closing insistent on needing a selection of movies ready for the next day. Then hadn't been happy when the movies they wanted weren't in stock, so they left the place a total mess, causing Steve to stay late to tidy up ready for the opener the next day. Then having to get up around five, so he could get ready and be on track to leave as planned. In an attempt to wake up, he was mostly surviving on a large cup of incredibly strong coffee. He was just counting down the minutes until he could get there.
When he walked in the door, he was immediately wrapped up in a hug from his grandma. "Stevie, it's so good to see you."
"It's great to see you too, Grandma." He returned the hug, melting into it a little. Exactly what he needed after the year it had been.
"Let me take a look at you." She stepped back slightly, giving him a once over. Her hand came up to trace the scar still on his neck from where he had been strangled by the bats and vines. "What happened here?"
"I. It's nothing. It looks a lot worse than it is." Steve replied, trying to get out of the awkwardness of the conversation.
"Oh, if you're sure. If you want to help with dinner, you can join us in the kitchen. But if you just want to rest, anyone who's watching football is in the living room, and the Macy's parade is on in the den."
"It's been a long drive, and I had a late finish last night, so I think I'm going to take a bit of a break. I might come out and help a bit later." He offered.
"Oh, honey. If you don't feel up to it, you don't need to help at all. Take it easy, and we'll call you once everything is ready." She kissed Steve on the cheek, before going back to the kitchen.
Steve made his way through the house, glancing into the living room as he passed. He could see his dad in one of the recliners, and decided against joining them. Wanting to delay the inevitable "you're a disappointment" lecture. He knew his mom would likely be in the kitchen, not actually helping, just drinking wine and gossiping. He moved on to the den, where most of his cousins were. He hovered in the doorway for a second, unsure what to say. So much had changed since the last time he had seen any of them.
"Wait, Stevie?" One of them, Lizzie, said as she looked up to see him.
"Uh, hey?" Steve replied, a little unsure, before he was being swamped in a group hug.
"Jesus Christ, when did this happen? Last time I saw you, you were like a little kid. Now you're a whole grown adult." Another, Mark, said.
After a long catch up, bringing Steve up to date on everyone else's lives, and him giving an abridged highlights of his last few years, they then got into more serious topics.
"Was everything okay after the earthquakes? I tried calling a few times, but I don't know if I had the wrong number because it never went through." Alice, the oldest of his cousins, asked.
"The phones were down across the whole town for a while after, then it was patchy for weeks after that. It was hard to get five or ten minutes without it dropping out. It took me like two weeks before I was able to get hold of mom and dad to let them know that the house was still standing, and that I was still alive." Steve explained.
"Wait, they weren't in Hawkins for the earthquakes?" Harry cut in.
"No, they've not been in Hawkins since February? Like over a month before it happened."
"Oh. They were telling us last night about how awful and hard it had been during the earthquakes, and how they were scared for their lives." Alice replied.
"That's such bullshit. They weren't in the country when it happened, they were in London. They didn't even know that it was Hawkins that was affected until I called them, because all they'd seen on the news was a freak earthquake hitting the Midwest. It hadn't even specified the state. And then they didn't care how I was, if I was hurt or anything, all they were interested in was if there was damage to the house, and how the earthquake could affect the resale value."
"Okay, I call dibs about bringing that up over dinner. I just want to see what shade of purple Uncle Dick can turn." Becca, the closest cousin to Steve in age, piped up. "But were you hurt?"
"Uh, minor injuries. Nothing serious." Steve lied, not wanting to worry anyone. "I was able to start volunteering within a couple of days. You know, helping out at the relief center, helping search for missing people. And when everything calmed down I was helping rebuild and stuff. Just trying to do my bit. But I'm fine now."
"That's good. But thinking of Uncle Dick turning purple, who gets to bring up Fuck Reagan?" Mark asked.
"Stevie's been through the most, I think he should get the chance." Alice replied.
"Uh, I think that would go down about as well as if I told him that my best friend is a dyke and I've spent most of my free time in the last six months sucking off the local drug dealer, who was accused of being a cult leader and murdering three people." Steve said quickly, unsure if he wanted anyone else to pick up what he'd said.
"Was that for drugs, or for fun, or what? Like a hook up?" Harry asked.
"He's my boyfriend. I mean, it helps that I get free weed out of him, but I'd do it anyway." Steve admitted.
"That is something you missed out of your round up. But I love that all of us are some variation of queer."
Dinner was...interesting, to say the least. After saying Grace, they went round the table to say what they were thankful for that year. Steve had to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing as his parents waxed on and on about how they were thankful for their lives and being able to escape the earthquake unscathed. He couldn't keep from laughing when Becca spoke up against them.
"Really? Because Alice asked Steve how he found it after the earthquakes, and he said that he couldn't reach you for two weeks after it happened because the phones were down and you were in London. And you didn't even know that it had hit Hawkins until he called you."
"Steven, why are you telling lies about us?" His mother demanded.
"I wasn't? You weren't in Hawkins when the earthquake hit. You've not been there since February. When I was finally able to call you, you only cared about how the house was, not if I was hurt. And you were pissed that I hadn't called you sooner, despite the fact the phone lines were down for the whole town. I could have died or been injured in hospital, and you wouldn't have known."
"How dare-" His father started, only to be cut off by Steve's grandmother.
"Settle down. There's no need for arguing. I am inclined to believe Steve, because I do remember you telling me that you were going to be spending a few months in Europe at the start of this year."
Both of Steve's parents were visibly unhappy, but they didn't push it any further, allowing the rest of the family to talk about what they were thankful for.
Many small conversations broke out over the table, Steve loving the feeling of being surrounded by family for the first time in a long time. He got pulled into talking to different people, but he did his best to avoid his parents' eye. Not wanting to get trapped by them telling him all the ways he had bothered them since he'd last seen them. But he knew they were up to something, when his father got up before dessert was served.
"Before we have anything else, we do have a big announcement about the future of our family." He said, using the voice he always used when talking to the most important clients.
"You've sucked enough political dick to get what ever tax exemption you were after?" Lizzie asked, before anyone could take it too seriously.
Steve's dad just spluttered in anger as a call of "Elizabeth." Came from at least four different people around the table.
"Ignoring that horrible interruption. What I was going to tell everyone is about Steven's imminent engagement. He is going to be proposing to Melissa Downey, the daughter of my business partner, at Christmas, they've been seeing each other for nearly eighteen months now, and it is going to mean big things for our family."
Steve couldn't respond, processing what had just been said, as everyone started speaking, some offering congratulations, others in confusion.
"That's news to me." Steve said loudly, to get over everyone's voices, once he could form the words. "I'm not planning on proposing to anyone."
"Well, Arthur and I have been discussing it, and it is the only thing that makes sense now, the two of you have been together for long enough, the logical next step is engagement."
"I'm not dating Melissa. We went on one date over a year ago, just after I graduated. It was awful, all she was interested in was if I made enough money to bankroll her spending addiction. I made up a fake emergency to get out of it, and I would rather stick forks in my eyes than suffer through that again." Steve got to his feet, bracing his hands on the table. Knowing he'd been right not to be optimistic that the holiday could pass without incident.
"You will if you know what's good for you. If you don't, it could destroy our business. You wouldn't want to be the reason we go broke, would you? You could end up homeless. Where would you live?"
"First, I have plenty of friends who would be happy to take me in if I had nowhere else to go. It's something we talked about after the earthquake, because some people I know did have damage caused to their homes and I let them stay with me until they could move back in. Second, I don't really care about whether or not you go broke. You don't provide any money to me. You haven't since I started working at Scoops. I pay for all my food, gas, clothes. If you go broke, my financial position won't change at all. And third, I can't propose to her. I'm in a relationship, and we're both very happy."
"Is it that Buckley girl? Or did you somehow manage to convince that Wheeler girl that you're actually worth something? Because I can tell you now, you are going to break up with whatever little slut-"
"His name is Eddie." Steve shouted before he could think it through, and a silence fell across the room. "That's right. Your son is one of those awful queers that you keep campaigning against, to keep them illegal and get them locked up. And you know what? He's easily the best sex I've ever had. Especially when we get high first."
"Why you-" His father roared, his face turning a dark red in anger. "How dare you do this to us? After everything we have done for you. You'd better hope that those friends of yours would be willing to take you in, because you are not living under my roof any longer. You will have until the end of the weekend to collect your belongings, anything left will be burned."
"Except, it isn't your roof, is it Richard? If I remember correctly, I was the one who paid the mortgage. My name is the one on the deed to the property in Hawkins. I just allowed you to live there, rent-free might I add, because it made sense for you to live somewhere close to Indianapolis when your business was taking off. I had been planning to sell up. So I think maybe you should be the one to collect your belongings from that house, because I'm not sure if I want you living under my roof any longer. It sounds life you're almost never there, anyway." Steve's grandma replied.
"But, mother-" His father started.
"But nothing, Richard. I don't know where you learnt your hateful attitude, because I know I did not raise you to be the sort of man that would kick your own son out over something as minor as who he loves. I really thought you were a better man than that."
"It's disgusting." Steve's mother added. "So unnatural, and that disease."
"What is disgusting is your bigotry. I think I want you both out from under my roof, now. So, if you would both kindly leave. And I expect you to move your belongings from the house in Hawkins, as that is now Steve's house, not yours. And you better not touch anything that isn't yours, or cause any damage, because I will take legal advice." Steve's grandmother stood up, anger radiating from her tiny five foot frame. "And, unless you change and apologize for your outdated beliefs, you can forget any inheritance. I will not have any of my money going to support hatred."
"Mother,"
"Leave, Richard. Now. I'm not afraid to get the police involved here."
Steve's parents looked at him with their faces filled with utter disgust, before they turned and left. His grandmother escorting them off the property.
"Are you okay, Stevie?" His grandmother asked after the end of the meal.
"I. I think so. I think I need to make a couple of phone calls." He replied.
"Use any of the phones, dear. Maybe if you know someone who can keep an eye on the house."
"Yeah. I babysit for the chief of police sometimes, so I might call him. He'll make sure nothing happens."
"Good. And, if you're talking to that boy of yours, tell him that he's got to come up here for Christmas. I want to meet him, and make sure he's good enough for you."
"Grandma." Steve protested.
"I'm just saying." She replied before walking away.
Steve shut himself in one of the bedrooms, for a little privacy from the still crowded house while he made the calls. The call to Hopper was quick, just outlining what was going on, and Hopper agreed to keep a check on the house until Steve was back in Hawkins. Then it was the call to Eddie.
"Baby, I wasn't expecting you to call. How's your Thanksgiving?"
"Interesting. My parents decided to announce that I was going to propose to dad's business partner's daughter. They wouldn't accept that I wasn't interested in her so I accidentally came out."
"Shit, I hope that didn't go too bad?"
"Uh, it could have gone worse? Somehow me coming out got my parents removed from the will and kicked out of the house. Because my grandma wasn't happy with them being assholes about it."
"Oh, badass grandma. I kinda want to meet her now."
"I was hoping you would say something like that. Because she has told me that you have to come here for Christmas. She wants to make sure that you're good enough." Steve couldn't help smiling as he talked, somehow the day had gone so much better than he'd ever hoped.
#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steve harrington has bad parents#steve x eddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#stranger things#atimeofyourwrites
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The Photoshoot -Peaky Blinders edition
Modern Tommy Shelby x reader (+Alfie)
Summary: Y/N is hired to do a Photoshoot at a pub, but she’ll find much more than just an object to capture.
Word count: 4,500
A/N: I’m practically drooling with the Photoshoot series (for Cillian), so I thought why not give it some kind of twist and create the same magic for the peaky world… my dear @raincoffeeandfandoms this is for you! For your 3K followers celebration 🎉 thank you for being a lovely mutual, for your kindness, for your stories, I’m so grateful that I’ve met you here ✨ps: there are two moodboards as part of this story 🤭
Ps2: if you’re ever to Texas let me know! The bar that’s mentioned in the story is real! And it gave me all the peaky blinders Garrison’s vibe 😍 and brisket is OMG!
“Look at the numbers brother.” Arthur walked in without knocking first into his brother’s office.
Deep blue orbs hardly looking away from his laptop as Arthur placed the papers with numbers and graphics next to his glass of whiskey.
“Hmm.”
“The place is packed again.” Arthur’s mustache moved up and down as he smiled pleased.
Tommy took the almost consumed cigarette from the ashtray and took a long puff as he ran his eyes across the papers.
“That’s great brother.”
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation, two pairs of eyes looked back.
“Arthur, the photographer is downstairs.” Lizzie announced.
“Are you a model now Art?” Tommy cocked an eyebrow.
Arthur giggled nervously, but shook his head. “Finn hired her to get photos of the place for our social media.”
“Fucking social media.” Tommy mumbled to himself, it was all everyone was talking about lately, are you posting that? That’s so asthetic, why didn’t you like my post?… he was so done with that shit.
“But works like a charm, look.” Arthur showed him the screen of his phone, a video of someone making a cocktail and then the door to The Tavern. “We’re getting lots of likes and comments.”
Tommy hummed, he had been listening a lot about this photographer lately and all the fantastic work she was doing with the pub. And now he had to admit curiosity was winning over.
Secretly he had been watching her photography media, the videos she created to give tips and tricks to achieve certain images or effects, she was a natural and had a very sharp eye to find little gems everywhere. It was such a surprise and a treat to see flirty sneak peek she shared about the pub. He was particularly curious about the profile photo of her Instagram account, because her face was hidden behind the camera, he could only see a blurry reflection in a mirror
An incoming call kept him busy for a while as he was trying to solve a problem with one of the tobacco vendors, a new law affected the price and now he was in the middle of an endless negotiation.
It was until a few hours later when he finally called for the night at the pub and decided to head somewhere else, one look at his phone and he practically had a catalog to choose from, these women weren’t exactly discreet or lady-like…
Placing the peaky cap on his head and he stopped on his tracks as his eyes fixed on the woman holding the camera in front of the bar, her hair in a messy bun at the top of her head with a few loose locks here and there, she adjusted something and a bright light focused on a couple of empty glasses.
He observed her checking the camera angle and she walked again towards the bar to adjust one of the glasses she previously placed.
After blinking for the flash, she focused on the screen placed at the end of the bar.
Tommy saw her smile forming from the side and felt as if time stopped suddenly.
The petite form moved to the side with the light and tripod close to her and without saying anything, she captured the captain of The Tavern placing an order.
“Sorry, I wanted to capture your natural essence, without posing.” She announced in a soft tone that had a lot of effects on Tommy. “Look! You’ve a nice profile.”
As she showed Pablo her camera, Tommy saw him smile shyly.
“You make me look good.”
“Can I squeeze in behind the bar? I’d like to get a few shoots of the barrels.”
“Of course.” He winked. “All yours.”
As Pablo moved back, she squeezed uncomfortably between him and the bar, holding her camera above her head.
She removed a piece of cloth to the side and then Tommy saw her do something equally weird and funny, as she closed one eye from different heights, he was fascinated by the way she moved and arched her body to capture the image she wanted. After a few clicks, she kept staring at the small screen in the camera.
“Can I have a pint please?” A deep voice startled her.
Looking from side to side she blinked nervously.
Struggling to find her voice at the bluest eyes of them all staring back at her with a smile. “Sorry, errm I’m just a photographer.”
“Oh! Apologies then, I didn’t see the camera.” Tommy lied leaning closer to the bar and extending his hand to her. “Thomas Shelby.”
“Y/N Y/LN. I better get going and leave you to a real bartender.” She chuckled and the dim light didn’t hide her blush.
“‘S okay… how’s The Photoshoot going?”
“Great! I’m in love with this place.”
“Are you drinking something?” He asked as she walked around the bar to stand in front of him now.
“Just water, I’m in working hours.”
“I’m sure the owner won’t mind a glass.” Tommy winked at her.
“Thank you, but I don’t think it’d be appropriate.”
“A snack then? Have you tried something from the menu yet?” Tommy tried again, raising his hand he called for the closest waiter. “Make sure to provide Y/N with anything she needs please, on the house she’s our guest tonight.”
Y/N gave him a confused look before realizing how he matched the atmosphere of the place in total sync. He belonged there, he owned such an interesting presence, elegant, business-like, a troublemaker. As he nodded, she went back to focus on her task, the one thing that was consistent in her life; her love for photography, to capture an instant, not noticing that Tommy instead of going home to an unknown blonde, stayed close to the bar to see her work.
The following days, Tommy took a moment to step out of his office upstairs once he heard she had arrived, he would casually walk past her and sit in a corner where he could see her working, not wanting to interrupt her in the middle of shooting something at the pub.
Even if it was for a brief moment, they’d engage in a interesting conversation.
Arthur even teased him for leaving his cave for once, oblivious to the real reason behind his actions, he’d just brush it off saying he wanted to see people’s reaction over the drinks and he even made a few adjustments in the music choices that were being played.
But deep down, he was really enjoying seeing Y/N in her element as she kept pressing the shutter.
As she finished another day of photos, she placed the camera strap around her neck, ready to pick up her equipment. Secretly she was looking forward to see certain Shelby brother around.
“Ready to go Miss Y/LN?” A deep voice called.
Y/N turned around to find Tommy in one of the booths.
He stood up slowly, giving her this predator vibe and walked towards the bar, leaving her speechless for an instant.
“Sorry to ask you this, but… would you mind if I take your portrait?”
He never posed for pictures, but there was something about her that made him say yes to anything she asked. So he listened to her guidance and leaning against the bar, he looked at something in the opposite wall.
“Hold it for me…”
Click.
She didn’t even use the extra light on him, his cheekbones caught it effortlessly, and his eyes… she wanted to make a whole photoshoot for them.
“Yeah, I gotta start editing tonight to put together the work and hand you guys the final version.”
“So you’ll be done with the project?” He asked without hiding the disappointment in his voice, but soon he cleared his throat.
The hostess walked past him, trying to get his attention, but his eyes were fixed on Y/N’s.
“Is there anything you might need to carry on?”
She bit her lip.
“Actually yes, I’d like to get a few shoots of the place without customers, if that’s possible.”
She saw him produce a smile and a nod. “Stop by tomorrow at eleven o’clock before the doors are open to the public.”
“I really appreciate it.” She sighed and threw a quick glance at the place. “The design and vibe makes me go back in time to one of those pubs from back in the day.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to achieve.” Tommy smiled proudly dragging his eyes around the room.
“Well you have good luck, I’m here to capture the beauty of this place and immortalize so more people can know about it.”
“A woman with a strong drive and passion I reckon?” He guessed giving her a nod in approval.
“Photography is one of the rare tools that help us remember someone or something forever.”
She made him remember an ancient photograph he kept of his mother as the most precious treasure he possessed. It was a bit damaged on the edges and the paper was so old and fragile but it still held such sentimental value.
That was all he got left of her.
Sensing she touched a sensitive matter she excused herself to continue photographing the place while he was watching her every move intensely. Canceling the original plans he had for some booty call.
***
Y/N cursed herself for not hiring an assistant for the day to help with the lights, computer and camera, but these days it was a luxury she couldn’t afford. Luckily she wouldn’t be photographing people as they were harder to deal with, barely paid attention to the clothing suggestions she’d made or taking any instructions in general.
“Need a hand with that?” A husky voice called from behind her back, she had been so focused on planning to how get everything in just one round to avoid the stairs twice that she never noticed Tommy had been watching her.
“Hmm…” a blush covered her completely, it was impossible to not being smitten by his presence. “I don’t wanna bother you.”
“None of that, gimme.” He mumbled with the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.
“Thank you.” She smiled but soon it was replaced by a gasp when he took the laptop case and lights from her, his hands covered in leather gloves holding the equipment as it weighed nothing.
Climbing the stairs, Tommy couldn’t stop himself from looking at her bum swaying from side to side as she took the steps, that sweet little thing had a huge impact on him.
“You can leave it here, I’ll set up the lights, thanks again.”
“My pleasure, if you need anything just shout.”
She saw him disappear upstairs and decided to shake her head a little because his cologne was too masculine that it was even intoxicating and her heart was beating so fast.
The place offered her a million different perspectives to shoot, she loved catching the lights of the vintage chandeliers, the details on the booths were absolutely gorgeous, the bar, she was in love with every touch she discovered through her camera lenses.
Adjusting the height of the tripod, she got a fabulous shoot of the private area with comfortable couches, the oil lamp was a lovely detail that captivated her.
Time flew, she got carried away with the endless images she was capturing.
With a content sigh, she pressed the shutter one more time, to immortalize part of the table with a Reserved sign, the oil lamp blurred, but the final shoot looked fantastic.
Two things happened simultaneously; her stomach protested for the cup of coffee and the granola bar she eat for breakfast and Tommy emerged from the kitchen.
“Not to hurry you or anything, but are you done there?” Tommy’s voice startled her, she noticed he wasn’t wearing the suit jacket, he had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, showing his forearms.
“Yeah, got everything I wanted.” She answered adding a lovely smile.
“Good, now.. this way.” He motioned her to follow him and held the door open. “Pictures here are forbidden just a little FYI, specially because you’re about to taste a piece of heaven.”
That’s when she realized he had been working in the kitchen all this time.
“Oh! That sounds promising.”
“It is.” He reassured her. “But I need your honest opinion though.”
Tommy turned around to face the grill again, pressing the sandwich.
“Finn told me he saw you taking photos of a building and asked you to do a shooting for us.”
Y/N studied his back, broad shoulders, the sides and back of his head was shaved sharply, intimidating posture. Yet somehow it was a huge contrast while he was enjoying preparing the food.
“Yes, it was a new condo and I had already done the interior photos, so he photobombed one of my shoots.”
“That’s such a Finn thing to do.” Tommy chuckled. “But I’m glad he did, so now you’re taking care of our media.”
Placing a plate in front of her, he added a separate bowl full of French fries. Her mouth was watering so bad.
“You’re not going to complain about the calories, are you?”
Closing her eyes at the taste, she ran her tongue over her lower lip to remove the crumbs. To Tommy it was a simple gesture that had a different -sexual- effect on him.
“You were right, this is heaven.”
Y/N took a bite of the brisket sandwich and a small satisfied groan escaped her mouth.
“I didn’t see this on the menu last time I was here. It’s so good!”
Tommy cleared his throat while resting his palms on the industrial island.
“That’s because it’s not… yet.” He admitted cutting a piece of the sandwich to eat it. “Been trying to decide if it’s a good addition or not.”
“You definitely have to, it’s amazing!”
There was something about her that pushed him to do this. He thought she could see something else in everything judging by the way she took photographs, to her it wasn’t just a vintage oil lamp, it was the main focus of the shooting.
“Why are you doubting?” She called, making Tommy pull out from his daydream.
“I don’t know if people will like it.”
She noticed the doubt in his eyes and his eyes flashing for a second.
“This is Michelin worth it, trust me.” She admitted taking the rest of the brisket with a fork. “It’s perfect.”
“If it fails you’re the one to blame eh?” He smiled, aching for a cigarette, but it was forbidden in the kitchen.
“I’m sure it will be a success!”
Tommy felt grateful for the encouragement, cooking had been once of his hidden passions and he realized showing it to her could only be because she was special.
“I could bet you anything it’ll get a high demand… if I could I’d have this everyday.”
He wondered if she was always trying to please and compliment people with her comments or if it was out of pity, but after seeing her interacting with the staff, he knew this was a natural and genuine thing for her.
“Well you could if you wanted, love.” He arched one of his eyebrows seductively that made her blush immediately.
Reaching the desire effect, he added a wink.
She felt both excited and scared, because of the meaning behind his words, what he was implying it wasn’t something to take slightly and the alarm started ringing inside her head.
“Guess you say that to every woman that sits in front of you.” She knew how men like him acted all the time.
Tommy was about to answer that no, as a matter of fact he had never cooked for another women. This was a first time for him and he wasn’t even completely aware of what made him do that, he just felt the urge to be close to her.
But he wasn’t able to because Arthur stormed in, interrupting the moment.
Tilting his head, he stared at the crumbs on the plate, to the girl and then to his brother. Confusion written all over his face, he wanted to ask why the hell he ordered the pub to be open later, but judging by Tommy’s eyes, he decided to not do it.
“Oh, sorry about the interruption, brotha.” he made a small reverence and pointed at the door to disappear, but it was enough to break the moment.
“Actually I’ve to go and do some editing, thank you for lunch.” Y/N stammered, giving Tommy a small look back, taking that as her opportunity to leave. A heavy ache pressing her chest.
Arthur looked at his brother from the corner of his eyes. “Wha-?”
“What the hell are you doing here? Thought you had to be out of the city.” Tommy barked, far too annoyed now. “You better keep this to yourself if you want to be on one piece for the holidays.” Tommy warned with an accusing finger before leaving the kitchen.
If someone knew him, it was Arthur. And deep down, Tommy knew all of his effort it wouldn’t go unnoticed by his brother and the huge meaning this had.
“I was just going to say that she’s a fine gurl.” Arthur whispered, hands up in surrender. “And that I think you found the one.”
***
“Tommy,” Lizzie poked her head inside his office after knocking the door, he had been starting absently at his screen, “the photographer is here.”
Tommy felt his stomach making a sharp turn at the announcement. He felt torn between wanting to see her one more time and feeling rejected that one time he decided to cook for her.
“Ask Finn to handle that matter.”
Lizzie gave him a deep frown, these past days he was very adamant to be informed once she arrived. “He’s busy with something else.”
“Then ask Arthur. Or take care of it yourself.” Turning off his laptop, Tommy took his wallet and keys to walk out of his office, taking the stairs quickly he rushed past the hall and then the bar, eyeing Y/N siting close to the door.
She went there with two objectives that day, first present her final work to the Shelby brothers and last but not least, find a moment to talk to Tommy about what happened in the kitchen the other day, she had been terrified by the intimate moment they shared over him cooking that delicious sandwich for her, she wanted to explain that she had been hurt in the past and over therapy she had been able to slowly work things around, but the constant fear was in the back of her mind.
He wasn’t going to admit out loud to anyone that the photographer had been on his mind ever since he met her. There was something about her that caught his attention, the way she smiled or the way she saw things through the lenses of her camera.
But she also hurt his fragile ego by rejecting him. So when he was close for her to listen, he pretended to get a phone call. “Yeah Mandy, I’m on my way sweetheart.”
He never noticed the long look she gave him, because if he had, he’d have noticed the way her heart broke into million pieces by listening to his words. So she decided to let him go that day.
And somehow that’s exactly how life is, it’s messy, it goes badly and you meet the right person at the wrong time.
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Y/N nerves started growing with every minute passing at the auction. She decided to donate one of her photographs to raise funds for women in need at a local charity, but she couldn’t help but wonder if it would sell or not.
“You never told me what happened with that Shelly boy.” Flor asked casually as she started eyeing the entrees.
She wanted to get one of each, but her stomach was completely closed and the butterflies in her tummy were out of control.
“It’s Shelby… and nothing happened.” Y/N remembered the photographs she took of The Tavern a couple of months ago now.
“You can’t keep sabotaging yourself!” Flor hissed. “What happened?”
“Look, he had trouble written all over his face, maybe it was for the best.” Y/N brushed it off, or she tried to at least.
“And you let him go why exactly?” Her friend pressed, waving at someone.
“I got scared because he was too much, he was… never mind.” Her voice trailed off. “The auction is about to start, we should move.”
But Flor had a different idea, so she stopped her friend by the arm. “You actually like him! And don’t even try to lie to me.”
“It doesn’t matter how, he’s probably busy with Mindy, Randy… whatever.”
“Maybe it’s not too late… but you gotta stop doing this to yourself, you deserve to be happy.”
“I was still healing and I literally stormed out, he probably doesn’t even remember my name. He just flirted to busy himself.”
Flor shook her head in disbelief. Y/N got the chance to be happy and she decided to hide in the dark too afraid for it to be a reality.
But they were both oblivious that across the gallery, there he was, the man himself staring at Y/N with his eyes fixed on her every move. Realizing that his memory hadn’t made a mistake of remembering her soft features, or the dimples on her cheeks, neither the sparkle of her eyes. As much as he tried, it was impossible to forget about her.
“Tom, it turns out Y/N listed a photograph for the auction.” Arthur informed him in a low voice, he had just his brother to investigate as soon as he found her among the people gathered for the event. She looked more beautiful than he remembered and there it was again, the same force that had been pulling him towards her from the moment they met.
“Buy it.” He stretched his neck to find her walking around, the sequins of her black dress catching the light.
It didn’t matter how much time had passed, there hadn’t been a day or night where he didn’t end up thinking about her, she was stuck in his mind.
“But it’s-”
“Arthur,” Tommy pointed at his brother in a warning tone. “Buy the photograph, I don’t want anyone else getting it.”
“Man you should try this…” John shoved something into his mouth and as a waiter passed by with a tray of drinks, he got a glass of champagne.
“John, I need you to-”
“What the hell are you doin ‘ere?” Alfie’s voice interrupted them.
Arthur found him midway with a huge grin on his face.
“They started whining about the price it might reach, so I doubled the amount.”
“Good.”
And in that very moment he saw someone approaching Y/N’s piece to place a card that could be read as SOLD and a woman walked towards Y/N to let her know her photograph had been bought by someone anonymously. And he’d pay an absurd amount of money anytime to see her reaction again. The shock of her face, her hand flying to her mouth, the small jumps she was making… she looked at the woman next to her and asked her to pinch her arm.
“I thought you’d only send the donation over, mate.” Alfie joined them, giving the Shelby brothers a long look, one of his hands rubbing absently his beard.
“What’s the fun in that Alfie?” Tommy answered, giving Y/N one more look. “Actually I just bought a photograph.”
“You can’t do that, there’s an auction!”
Arthur showed him the cheque he just signed off, enjoying the annoyance in his face, but Alfie’s eyes were fixed somewhere else, Tommy realized that he was looking at the woman standing next to Y/N.
His smile grew even bigger in that moment.
“Tell me this is real!” Y/N squealed squeezing her friends arm.
Turning her head around, and her eyes crossed with Tommy’s, who raised his glass at her. Embarrassment flashed through her eyes, so she took a small step towards him, holding his gaze at all times.
An apology would be a first step.
“You’ve to introduce me to that bearded man.” Flor whispered behind her back, making Y/N chuckle.
As the small group reunited, Y/N felt a blush covering her face.
“Just heard your photography sold, congratulations.” Tommy announced.
“It’s a night full of surprises,” she admitted and then looked at Alfie. “Mr. Solomons, I want to thank you for the opportunity to join the auction.”
“It’s my pleasure dove, now I don’t think we’ve been introduced… Alfie Solomons.” He extended his hand at Flor, whose smile couldn’t be bigger.
And before anyone could react, the pair moved away from the group.
“Y/N and her friend should be present at the next business meeting with Alfie.” Arthur pointed out, then noticing that his brother and Y/N were staring at each other, he waved at John. “Let’s go get a drink.”
“If he makes more brisket let us know!” John shouted over his shoulder.
Tommy rolled his eyes at the comment, but a chuckle escaped his lips.
“I hope you won’t run off this time around.” He raised his eyebrows, half joking, half serious.
A veil of embarrassment and shame covered her. “I’m sorry about that…” she began to explain Tommy how after realizing how attracted she felt towards him, she didn’t knew how to handle her feelings and how much she regretted it, that’s why she came back to try to explain him that, but well, things took another turn.
“It doesn’t matter now.” Tommy assured her as they moved towards the balcony.
“So… shall we start again?” She asked with hope sparkling in her eyes, just like the stars in the background. He nodded.
“On one condition.”
“Anything.” She agreed looking from his eyes to his lips.
“Over a brisket sandwich?”
Y/N nodded, the smile reaching her eyes.
He could take her to any restaurant in the city, the best place out there, but to her seeing him cooking, it mean a lot more than words could explain. And his brisket was to die for.
Finally leaving her fears behind, she wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands sneaked around her waist, lips connecting in a kiss they both had been longing since the first time they met.
Mouths molding perfectly against each other, it felt much better than they imagined.
After a moment, they pulled apart, but remained close with a satisfied look in their eyes.
“Good because I was going to call you anyways, I need a photographer for my son’s birthday party.” Tommy explained and captured her lips once more, but now, it was the right moment to start over… and everything thanks to a Photoshoot session.
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K’s Reading List — JUNE
Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.
June was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!
As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!
🌸 - denotes a story written for my 3K follower celebration — check it out here!
@raincoffeeandfandoms
The Case of the Missing Blogger - Luca Changretta (on-going series)
A taste of the forbidden - John Shelby x Reader blurb
Far across the distance (part 2) - Alfie Solomons x Reader (Titanic AU)
Bed is not always the best place - John Shelby x Reader blurb
What will never be - Tommy Shelby x Reader
Not Yet - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb
Rose - Alfie Solomons x OC
Not Real - Alfie Solomons x Reader blurb
@fallatyourfeet
Chasing Smiles - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🌸
Swanky Suits - Arthur Shelby x Reader
@zablife
Shots Fired - John Shelby x Reader blurb
The Runaway - John Shelby x Reader blurb
I’m Listening - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb
Charlie’s Lullaby - Tommy Shelby x OC
@lis-likes-fics
Dark, Dirty Secrets - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains several 🔞 NSFW/dark themes — read warnings and author’s note!
@sneakyblinders
supersitition (part 2) - Modern!Tommy Shelby x OC — contains some 🔞 mature themes! (on-going series)
@dearshelby
Start over - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🌸
Shelby Marriages - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
@gypsy-girl-08
Blind Date - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
Dangerously In Love - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
@peakyswritings
Lilith - Arthur Shelby x Reader
Gilded Prison - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🌸
Him and I - John Shelby x Reader
@shelbydelrey
Stranger - Tommy Shelby x Reader
Soft - Tommy Shelby x Reader
Reminisce - May Carleton x Reader
Not that Kind of Person - May Carleton x Reader
@jomarch-wannabe
What’s going on? - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb
Just need you - Tommy Shelby x Reader
@look-at-the-soul
The one - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader
My refuge - Tommy Shelby x Daughter!Reader — 🌸
@teenwolf-theoriginals
mr giraffe - Tommy Shelby x Reader
the boys - Tommy Shelby x Reader
evening shelby chaos - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
good girl - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
@holacia3
Bicker all the way - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader
Last year’s secret - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
@acewritesfics
Uncovering Truths - Jay Halstead x OC (on-going series)
Midnight Kiss - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — 🌸
@peakyltd
A Sunny Afternoon - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb
Nothing but you - John Shelby x Reader
@brummiereader
Killing Me Softly - Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — contains dark themes!
@little-diable
Tangled Faith - Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going mini series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
Fine and Mellow - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
@evita-shelby
In the bleak midwinter - Tommy Shelby blurb
Broken hearts all around - Luca Changretta blurb
@noforkingclue
Tommy Shelby blurb
@padfootdaredmetoo
Allergies - Dad!Tommy Shelby (paired with Lizzie)
@there-goes-thefighter
Minutes to Midnight - Tommy Shelby (on-going series)
@peakbys
Homecoming - Tommy Shelby x Reader , Arthur Shelby x Reader (on-going series)
@call-sign-shark
It’s Not Hell…If You Like the Way It Burns - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains slight 🔞 themes!
What If Heaven Would Have Been With Someone Else? - Shelby Brothers x OC blurbs
@emotionalcadaver
Thunder - Tommy Shelby x OC
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Start over | T.S
Summary: Tommy's wife inaugurates an institute for shell shocked men. The presence of a certain guest changes her plans for the future.
A/N: This is for @runnning-outof-time's 3k followers celebration, I know it took a while, I'm sorry for that 😬 But I came up with three different plots until I decided to write this one
TW: Mentions of suicide
The crowd of people outside were too loud for the thick wood doors to keep the noise away. They were important people, the type whose jewelry was expensive enough to buy a car or a house. They were there to pay their respects to Tommy's memory, it seemed that the wine running in their veins made them forget about this fact.
Usually Mrs. Y/N Shelby would be annoyed, but that evening wasn't the occasion, her mind was far away from the institute, repeating the same scenes again and again like a broken projector. Tommy's shout, the gunshot, the blood and the fall.
She had watched his suicide from a few steps away and yet, she couldn't conjure much from the memory. She remembered the sounds and holding his lifeless body in the mud, she supposed Arthur was there too. That was all.
Then, after months of pondering, she decided to open an institute to honor her husband's name. The Thomas Shelby institute for shell shocked men didn't bring the relief she thought it would.
At that moment, standing before his memorial, locked away from the guests and family, all she wanted to do was cry her lungs out, to sit down near his picture and wait until he, somehow, came back.
"You’ve now created the things that’ll haunt you the most," Lizzie's voice took her off a trance.
"What?" she turned around.
"Don't you think this-" Lizzie hesitated, "encourages you to brood?"
"I don't know," she shrugged off, "it comforts me,"
Lizzie looked at Tommy's picture and sighed, the most logical part of her wanted to hate him for everything he put her through, the most emotional one though, grieved as much as his wife, "Well, I just came to tell you that you'll need to speak in five minutes,"
"I don't think I can do it, Lizzie," Y/N drawled, "these fuckers don't know- They don't fucking care about who Tommy truly was,"
"No, but the men you're helping in his name will be forever grateful,"
"...is Finn in the audience at least?"
"Yeah,"
"Ada and Arthur?"
"Ada is on stage, Arthur couldn't make it, you know how he's like,"
With a defeated frown, Y/N followed Lizzie out, the guests were finally quiet, listening to Ada's welcoming speech. Despite not being the warmest crowd, the amount of people present momentarily soothed her.
However, one specific guest made her stomach churn. Oswald Mosley, the man who indirectly caused Tommy's death, sat next to his wife with an entertained look on his face.
"What is that man doing here?" Y/N whispered to Lizzie.
"I don't know, he wasn't invited,"
"Then how the fuck did he get here?"
"He must have come with the other parliamentarians, every one that sympathized with Tommy came," Lizzie explained.
"Sympathized," she scoffed.
Besides Mosley, Y/N watched the rest of the guests with a tense jaw, Finn had puffy eyes and a serious expression, the poor boy lost two brothers and his aunt, he couldn't be any different.
Alfie Solomons sat between May Carleton and his wife, they were contrasting figures and looked odd near each other, the only thing able to put them in the same place was Tommy.
Isaiah, Jeremiah, Uncle Charlie and Curly sat together behind a line of members of the parliament, dismayed. Behind them, the clay kickers Tommy had fought with kept their head low.
"The woman who made this possible, Mrs. Y/N Shelby," Ada's sudden call made Y/N jump.
"Go on, it's your turn to speak," Lizzie encouraged, "you can do it,"
With shaky hands, she entered the stage and cleared her throat, all the eyes on her made her nervous.
"I- In first place I'd like to thank everyone who opened space in their agendas to join this inauguration, from the MPs to the soldiers who fought side by side with Thomas, I'm sure he'd be honored to have everyone here," she started, "to be honest I didn't write a speech, but well…"
She paused, unaccustomed to speaking in public, usually Tommy was the one to do it. Looking for assurance, she searched for Ada in the crowd, her sister-in-law gave her a nod and weak smile making her continue,
"The man this institute's name honors was a soldier, a strong and brave one, I must say in all those years we've been married I never saw him fear," she lied, "but also, I never saw him receive the gratitude he deserved for fighting for our country, this is what this institute plans to reach, with the help of our nurses and the donations we received our soldiers will be treated with respect and care hoping that someday they'll be able to return to society, they'll be treated with the gratitude that if Thomas Shelby had received perhaps he'd be the one inaugurating this place, not me,"
With a polite nod Y/N left the stage, the guests applauded and under Lizzie's instructions, headed to the tea room. In the corner, Y/N teared up, she wasn't ready to face so many people at the same time, her heart tightened up in her chest as she held the tears in.
"Lovely speech you made, Mrs. Shelby," Mosley approached with a cynical smile.
"What are you doing here?" she nearly hissed.
"I came to pay my respects to a party friend, I left a donation that'll surely put a smile on your face,"
"Well, you and your ideology aren't welcomed here, Tommy was the only one on your side and he's not here anymore," she squinted her eyes, "so please be courteous and leave the occasion you weren't invited to,"
"Oh? I-"
"Didn't you hear the lady?" Ada's cold voice cut him off.
"Very well," Mosley frowned, "have a good evening, Mrs. Shelby, both of you,"
Watching him walk away, Ada scoffed, "Fucking hell…"
"Fucking hell indeed,"
"I came to check on you," Ada gently squeezed Y/N's arm, "are you sure you can stay? Lizzie and I will take care of everything if you prefer not to,"
"I don't know, I- I'm so tired of playing the nice widow, Ada," she cried out, "the truth is that I'd burn down the entire county of Birmingham to have him back,"
"Of that I have no doubt,"
Breathing heavily, Y/N failed at not crying, the tears running down her face didn't expose half of her pain. Her sight got blurry as if everything was a dream or rather, a nightmare, if it was at least she'd wake up at some point, but the truth was much harder than that.
"No, no," Ada comforted, "look, come here, I know something that'll cheer you up,"
"What? A time machine?" Y/N asked while being guided outside.
After a few steps, the women entered a large garden, the variety of flowers were separated by section and at the center, a fountain held the statue of a horse. The place was quiet and a few butterflies hovered around.
"I thought the soldiers would need a place like this to keep their minds clean," Ada explained.
"It's beautiful," she whispered, "Would you leave me alone for a second? I'll join you later,"
Positively nodding, Ada walked back inside. Y/N went further between the flowers, a weak, nearly nonexistent smile crept into her face as she thought Tommy would be blank faced, but deep down fascinated if he saw the place.
Sitting at the edge of the fountain, she lit up a cigarette, the months of grieving had been unbearable, she couldn't stand the coldness of the bed or the mortal silence in Tommy's office.
The nights felt like their house had frozen in time, his clothes, documents, cars and every other belongings were still in place. His phone still rang with people looking for him, the horses on the stable weren't used to being ridden by anyone else and his cigarettes' ashes still filled the ashtrays.
Tommy's presence haunted the house and its habitants hearts, the fact terrified the maids who swore Tommy's eyes were following them in the paintings. As macabre as it sounds, if he really was Y/N would be comforted.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps caught her attention, Alfie approached her leaning on a walking stick.
"Mrs. Shelby," he greeted.
"Mr. Solomons, long time no see,"
"Yeah, well, I came to leave a donation, I can't believe I outlived that cunt, I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Shelby,"
"Honestly," she humorlessly chuckled, "I can't believe it either,"
"It's a lovely cause you've put in his name, it's a nice house, nothing compared to Margate, but still very nice,"
"Well, not all soldiers can afford a house in Margate, Mr. Solomons," she argued, "Is there an actual reason why you're speaking to me? If I remember well you already sent your condolences,"
"Actually there are three, very important, alright? First I'd like to apologize for getting your child taken away around," he pondered, "six years ago, I imagine that as the mother you must have suffered the most,"
"It's something difficult to forgive, isn't it?" she frowned.
"Yeah, that's why I don't have children of my own, innit? In second place I'd like to ask if you plan to carry on with Tommy's plan in regards to Oswald Mosley?"
"...ask Ada," Y/N mumbled, "besides Tommy she's the political one,"
"Alright, last thing is that I came to give you a warning,"
"What warning?" she tilted her head in curiosity.
"Before Tommy blew his brains out I gave him a warning, I saw him with that gun and that little horse the same way I've been seeing you, same gun and everything,"
"What are you implying?" she scowled.
"I'm not implying anything, I'm stating the fact you and Tommy will be meeting soon if you don't watch out for yourself,"
Without holding back, Y/N slapped Alfie across the face, his green eyes were soon back on her with an unimpressed look.
"Is this a joke for you? Why the fuck would I believe you?!" she barked.
"Well, I'm warning you, ain't I? Now if you excuse me, my wife is waiting for me," as he walked away, he added, "lovely garden this is! Really lovely!"
Incredulous, she watched him leave, guilt weighted on her chest as she reached for Tommy's pistol under her coat, the gun had only one chamber loaded. Defeated, she took the bullet with her own name carved and made her decision.
Walking to the shrub of white roses, which Tommy never truly admitted, but were his favorites, Y/N removed her gloves and dug the earth deep enough to bury it.
She had too much work to do yet, but if someday she changed her mind, she'd know exactly where to find her eternal rest.
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Only joys will come
Part iii to nights on the January and Through the Window.
For @runnning-outof-time for her Tales from the Flower Garden(3k follower celebration).
Gif by @chimestims
(Also Grace is a total bitch in this one, i love writing her as a total bitch btw)
Tommy had refused her that night at the church, she had poured all her charm into him, and he spurned her.
‘Might not mean anything to the likes of you, but I don’t throw away something good for a cheap fuck.’
A cheap fuck.
He had compared her to Lizzie Stark and all those working girls who hang around the Garrison.
She, the only real lady in this pigsty!
So, she called the station and told them about the kidnapping.
The Shelbys were all in on it, as were the women ---to call them ladies would be an insult to those deserving of the word--- and their usual colorful cohorts.
And just like that, police set upon the groom like vultures on the dead.
Leaving her window too.
But it had come to naught, everything cleared up when it was explained.
And because they can’t arrest him for anything until they have proof, they let him go.
A simple misunderstanding, one that has the police laughing and joining the festivities when Thomas and his family explain the situation.
“They don’t have fun at weddings in your neck of the woods?” Polly Gray sees through her in a way she hates.
Grates her when her dark eyes focus on her as she picks her apart in seconds.
The all-knowing gaze of a witch, Ada had said with pride.
“We’re civilized people.” Grace said with a shrug.
“So are we.” Ada comes, not as the groom’s sister, but as the bride’s friend.
“How did you enjoy your kidnapping, love?” he asks as they reunited after her fake kidnapping.
Tommy wasted no time in letting you walk from the chair the womenfolk of his family had set you on for the game and instead grabbed you by the waist and kissed you as sweetly as he had done the night before.
He had paid Ada with a pair of gold earrings that were their mum’s, danced with his two nieces at Esme’s request and glared at Polly who made him sing some song beginning with the letter of your name.
If someone had told you that he and his family had nearly been arrested for supposedly wanting to abduct you last night, you wouldn’t have believed it.
You had been terrified for him, the last thing you had imagined happening at your doorstep, if truth be told.
“I can’t imagine going another day without you.” You had said as he had made his way down your window.
“Get your sleep, you aren’t getting any tomorrow, Mrs. Shelby.” He gave you a wink and you giggled like a teenage girl before seeing two coppers try to arrest him before he had even finished climbing down.
Grace had been overheard by Harry that night, reporting the Shelbys for ‘planning an abduction’ to the coppers on the telephone in the snug.
‘Who knows what else she’s told them.’ Polly had said as she looked at the mousey looking broad with suspicion and disgust.
You had assumed she was just ignorant of the traditions the Shelbys still held dear even after they stopped traveling like the other Romani Traveller families did.
Rich girls like her tend to be on the stupid side, you had said in Grace’s defense.
Tommy had disabused you of that notion when he told you about her throwing herself at him the night after Freddie’s arrest.
Always the one to see a person’s true nature, always coming to your defense when girls used you to get your brothers’ attentions.
“But we aren’t going to let her ruin our day, your big day, love. I’m going to marry you come hell or high water,” he had promised you, kissing your hands as they shook from fright even after the problem had been settled.
And he had, the two of you not giving a shit that your makeup couldn’t quite cover the circles under your eyes or that his right hand was wrapped in a bandage because he punched the coppers who tried to take him in.
No more sneaking around, no more being quiet because your mum will hear, no, all that ended when you became Mrs. Thomas Shelby in a seemingly bleak November morning.
“Only joys will come to us, love.” he says as carries you into the January where he vowed he’d be loving, kind and true the night you decided to give him a second chance.
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Given that this is an exceptionally busy week for me (I’m graduating and moving at the same time, both of which are happening in ldn whilst everyone comes to visit Lizzie so will be hectic) — 3k celebration blurbs will be answered and posted this weekend
Feel free to send some in if you haven’t already 💗
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Soul-Drawn Hope
A/n: aka I planned this story to be a 3k fic overall, and now have a ~7k first chapter. Fluff and angst- bon appetit
Summary: Jimmy was born before Soulmates- that never stopped him from believing in them.
Jimmy was born long before the Gods of the world had even begun to ponder the creation of soulmates and the Marks to identify them. Long before they had begun to create with intent rather than boredom- and therefore before the humans, gnomes, elves, and many other sentient creatures which would be created with them even existed. Thus, he was born without any of the magical marks on his skin. To be fair, he wasn’t even really born with traditional skin at all- scales and all that- but the point still stands.
It was decades upon decades before he finally received his first Soulmate Mark, when he first reached the muddy land of the swamp. It was as his lungs breathed pure, mostly dry air for the first time, that the now-old magic of soulmates was finally able to reach him. A feather bloomed into existence, wrapping itself around the inside of his wrist.
He was quickly found by an older couple, two sweet ladies who knew too little about magic and the old gods to recognize him for what he was, but enough to know that he wasn't entirely human when they spotted him washed up on shore. They took him in, fed him, and dressed him in his first pair of sturdy boots and slightly baggy clothes that he would never quite learn to dress out of. They’d taught him to build and survive in the swamp, and didn't need to teach him how to fish or swim.
The one with brown hair, Linda , she told him to call her, had sat him down and traced the lines of inky mark. Had explained to him what it was, and what it meant- that there was another person already born and waiting for him, waiting to love him. Jimmy, fresh from the water, wide-eyed and oh-so naive, had taken it to heart, tracing the mark with a sort of wonder usually reserved for only the youngest of souls.
The Mark was gorgeous, delicate lines forming a skillful depiction of a feather (an owl’s feather, Lizzie would later tell him- a knowing look in her eye), with glimmering gold veins and highlights in it. The whole image looked to be drawn with rich, freshly drawn ink, the lines tapered and smooth in a way that made it look ridiculously elegant as it twisted with the shape of his wrist. That night, as he fell asleep in the guest bedroom that was quickly becoming his , he traced the Mark with soft fingers.
His memory was already so faded, and his body felt foreign to him in a way he wasn’t sure was normal. Like he was used to something being different, moving differently. He had the feeling that there was something odd about him, different from his soulmate. He hoped that whoever his soulmate was, that they wouldn’t mind that he was clumsy, that he couldn't manage to keep mud off his clothes no matter how hard he tried, or that he struggled to keep eye contact for more than a few seconds.
Then again, they were his soulmate, wasn’t that already a guarantee that they’d love him regardless?
Jimmy liked that idea. And he promised himself, in that moment, that he’d love his soulmate regardless of any of their flaws too.
Jimmy grew up, perhaps aging a bit slower than those around him, but aging all the same. The small community in the Swamp grew into a large settlement, and then into a kingdom, one which Jimmy found himself elected leader of. He loved it and hated it in equal parts those first few years, the respect he gained and how he was able to help his people, but having to face all the attention and socializing it required. He hated talking to the other rulers, hated the formalities and the stuffiness and the way eye contact was basically required if you didn’t want to start a war.
A few years into his leadership he attended a masquerade event in the Overgrown, a celebration for the birth of their new princess, and found that having his face covered greatly improved his social performance and comfort. His famous codfather head was gifted to him not long after by his kingdom’s current council, and time granted him the gift of his face fading from general memory,
It brought new rulers to the Empires, kinder with each generation. Jimmy never thought to question why he’d outlived so many other rulers, instead merely appreciating the changing standards and decreased haughtiness. These new emperors were much more inclined to see him and his kingdom as equal instead of lesser.
It was only with the most recent generation that he truly made friends with any of the other rulers. Katherine, Pixl, and Lizzie (although she’d been a ruler since near the start, and always been kinder to him than most). Joel, and Scott- all were allies, all were friends. Ones who never took offense to his odd mannerisms or faciale anxiety, ones who he trusted to be peaceful and logical. Their friendship, their kindness, had been more than enough to balance out the poorer quality of relationships with The Wither Rose Alliance.
Perhaps that was why, when in the ruins of a failed prank Jimmy stood without his Codfather head outside of his cabin for the first time in centuries, Jimmy was able to (mostly) quiet his whirling anxious thoughts with the simple reassurance of who was seeing his face. Pixl, one of his closest allies and friends- kind and wise beyond his years. Jimmy could trust them, did trust them. It didn't entirely soothe the worry stirring in his gut- but it helped enough for him to remain mostly calm.
He cracked a joke about it, and Pixl noticed his discomfort and kindly offered him a llama head to cover his face. Jimmy breathed a bit easier with a barrier between him and the world, and Pixl was smart enough to wait a few moments, until their conversation had lulled and Jimmy had relaxed, before jumping back into their teasing dynamic.
Still, even with Pixl’s kindness, Jimmy left soon after, making his way back to his cabin, where his backup Codfather head waited. The llama head helped, had muffled what remained of his fear- but it had done little to dispel the overwhelming discomfort of being without his Codfather head. The heavy door swung shut behind him, the creak and thud that followed echoing in the room. He took the extra time to lock it, bolting it closed and doing the same to the windows.
He could still hear the soft sound of the water churning below his feet, and a breeze moved the leaves of the foliage outside. Beyond that, the room was quiet- a sudden and welcome change after the chaos of the ravagers. Besides sleeping, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken off the Codhead for more than a few minutes.
He discarded the llama head on the table, running a cursory hand through his hair as he made his way across the room to the chest that held his backup.
It was pure, dumb luck, that Jimmy had happened to catch the flash of blue in his reflection when he walked past the ornate mirror he had hung on his wall, a gift he’d received from Lizzie a few months earlier. He’d ignored it at first, his brain taking a moment to catch up after a long day, but eventually backtracked, tilting his head to get a better look at the mystery blue. Jimmy had a sneaking suspicion he knew what it was.
Sure enough, near the top of his neck, tucked just behind his ear, bloomed a simply-drawn blue orchid. The petals were a muted, almost cyan blue, the story-book style of the drawing softening the edges and-
Cyan blue?
Images of soft looking, fluffy cyan hair flashed through his head, and the confident smirk and icy eyes beneath it.
He’d never been extraordinarily close to the tall elf- despite them having both started ruling around the same time. Scott had always been ...closed off, stiff and cold whenever Jimmy had tried to start a conversation at the House Blossom Meetings. He’d found out later, from Joel, that Scott had started ruling fairly young for an elf, after the death of his parents and disappearance of his brother. His behavior made more sense after that, he was in mourning.
Slowly, Scott had started to warm up to the group, having a soft spot for Katherine especially. Jimmy tried not to mind too much when Scott had started showing interest in befriending and allying with practically every ruler but him. It was almost like he was making a point to avoid him, to keep the two of them as far apart as possible. He’d never been especially rude , beyond his normal sarcasm, but Jimmy couldn’t help but feel as if he was being looked down upon, or at the very least disliked.
He didn’t even know what he’d done to apparently offend Scott- he’d told Lizzie and Joel as much one afternoon when he’d stopped by for lunch. They’d made eye contact, having some sort of silent conversation that Jimmy couldn’t even begin to understand- before reassuring Jimmy that they would take care of it.
Jimmy wasn’t sure what they had done, whether they had bribed or threatened Scott into being nicer to him - knowing them it was probably the latter- but whatever they’d done, it’d worked. The next meeting, Scott had approached him, his manner still stiff and slightly awkward, but with a visible effort to appear polite and interested. Jimmy had taken mercy on him, re-introducing himself to Scott and making easy small talk- asking about Scott’s kingdoms, his hobbies, his favourite colours and foods- before excusing himself to go over trade terms with Joel.
After that, Scott had been (perhaps begrudgingly) much kinder to Jimmy whenever they interacted.
Katherine tried seating them next to each other at a meeting once, likely trying to assist in the effort to make the two of them get along. Jimmy was mostly fine with this, Scott had nodded politely when he sat down, and they’d had a few minutes of quiet small talk about the upcoming rainstorms before Katherine had officially started the meeting.
However, there did come a problem when Jimmy realized that his close proximity to Scott suddenly rendered him privy to Scott’s under-his-breath-witticisms and comments. The first one had surprised him, a sarcastic quip about “how no-one could have ever seen that coming” when Fwhip informed them of his most recent experiment’s failure. The shock kept him mostly quiet, but when Scott continued the cynical commentary on all of the rulers updates, Jimmy had a harder and harder time keeping quiet.
Of course the stiff, pompous, devastatingly pretty elf had a terrific sense of humor. At his next quip, Jimmy couldn’t help the small snicker that escaped him. Lizzie’s foot immediately shot out underneath the table, her foot colliding solidly with his leg.
The pain in his shin was worth it though, because the snicker had earned him a small, pleased smile from the tall elf next to him. Scott’s eyes flickered to his for a second, icy blue met chocolate brown for a few moments. Scott evidently found whatever he was searching for in Jimmy’s eyes, and he subtly adjusted his seat until he was facing slightly towards Jimmy.
The reason for this quickly became apparent when Scott only had to slightly lean in to whisper his next quip. The entire meeting their chairs moved closer and closer together until they were practically touching, quietly giggling at each other's jokes like small children. Jimmy knew he should be trying harder to stay quiet- but how could he when every snicker and giggle made Scott’s eyes gleam just a little brighter, made the smile reach his eyes just a little more.
So Jimmy was a sucker for pretty men- sue him.
Sure, Katherine ended the meeting early, only to stare down and lecture the both of them before they could leave, and yeah- she had never let the two of them sit anywhere near each other since then. Not to mention Jimmy had to deal with Lizzie’s immediate scolding and Joel’s teasing as soon as he made it out the door- but Jimmy couldn’t bring himself to regret it. Not when it had the wonderful, unintended effect of Scott’s sudden affection for him.
These days, Jimmy would often be halfway through building a new project when Scott would suddenly appear, having flown from Rivendell, to help and mess with him in equal measure. Jimmy probably should have been a lot more bothered by Scott’s barbs and ribbing, but Scott’s brand of teasing fell more into the category of badgering than mockery, and whatever annoyance or hurt he caused was usually smothered with a flirtatious comment or smile that rarely failed to set Jimmy’s cheeks ablaze. Jimmy got used to catching flashes of Scott’s white and gold feathers in his periphery, and even more used to the comfortable banter that would often follow. He learned about Scott slowly, an off-hand comment about his liking of archery here, the way he adjusted and ran his fingers through his hair when he thought Jimmy wasn’t looking, a playful ruffle of one his owl’s feathers there-
In Jimmy’s defense, how was he not supposed to develop at least a small crush?
They still weren’t very close, but they were getting there with every visit.
Now, there was a Mark on his neck, that could have been there for years without him noticing- that shared the colour of Scott’s hair. A sudden blush overtook his face at the connection. The Mark felt warm beneath his fingers, and Jimmy’s mind couldn’t dismiss the notion, the hope , that maybe the Mark was meant for him.
The possibility stayed at the back of his head for the next while, as the more pressing issues took the bulk of his attention. Specifically, the demon terrorizing the continent. He tried to ensure the health of his small kingdom’s crops, despite the toxic corruption destroying his fields, as well as defend himself from the demon that seemed to just love tormenting him. Although, at the very least, he was glad he hadn’t been freaking kidnapped like Scott and Gem had been.
Jimmy had to admit, he was surprised that Sausage had been a part of all that, that he had gone as far as to tortue another ruler. Especially a ruler who had been an ally- and a seemingly close one at that!
Sure, Sausage had messed with Jimmy a lot throughout their war, but beyond the whole “crater of peace” incident, Sausage had never done anything truly… destructive in such a manner. Jimmy couldn’t help but be a bit put off by the sudden change in his neighbor, how he’d transitioned so quickly from a cheerful, mischievous frenemy, to a legitimate, power hungry threat who could slaughter him in one blow.
It bothered him, more than he thought it probably should have, to see such a large and negative change in the man stemming from Xornoth’s influence. Anyway- the possession was just one more reason for Jimmy to hate this demon guy.
Sure, it had been a bit scary and unusual to find two of his almost-allies trapped in his neighbor’s dungeon, but it turns out that being heroic and saving those two allies did have its perks. Perks in the form of a date with the cute Elven King he’d just rescued. At least, he was pretty sure it had been a date, Scott had gone so far as to call it one after all, but Scott was just so naturally flirty that Jimmy really couldn’t be sure.
Whether or not the romancing had been an intentional move on Scott’s part, it certainly had a romantic impact- skyrocketing Jimmy’s “small” crush into “possibly just a little bit in love.” He got back from the outing that night grinning from ear to ear, and his free hand (the other one holding a bouquet of poppies) reached up to trace the petals of the orchid subconsciously.
It was such a small chance, such a small chance- Jimmy knew that, knew he shouldn’t be letting himself fall for Scott so easily like this. Scott was flirty with everybody, he had just wanted to make a good alliance impression- say thankyou for rescuing him, Jimmy really shouldn’t be getting his hopes up-
The communicator on his wrist buzzed, a message from Scott popping up on the screen.
“Hope you got home safe, thanks again for coming. We should do this again sometime <3”
Jimmy’s heart skipped a beat in his chest, and a swarm of butterflies fluttered in his stomach.
Cod-dangit.
On the other end of the "Jimmy's life crises" spectrum, the demon stuff got worse, with Joey and Sausage killing a bunch of rulers in a sort of arena to get more power for the demon or whatever that chaos had been.
Then the demon stuff got better when Gem killed Sausage- which cured him of his demonic possession apparently? Jimmy really wasn't sure exactly how magic worked, especially if that was how one purified a soul, and when Sausage dropped by to share the news and apologize Jimmy had been much too overwhelmed by the profusion of information that Sausage had prattled off like it was nothing to ask for clarification.
In the end, Jimmy didn't care all that much about the specifics of what exactly had gone down with Sausage- don't look a gift horse in the mouth and all that.
What was important was that Sausage was back to his (mostly) non-murderous self- which Jimmy counted as an absolute win. Especially when it came with the added benefit of odd gifts and favours that Sausage gave him as a way to make up for his past misdeeds. The two kisses Sausage had given him along the way had also been nice.
Of course, Sausage had immediately followed them up with a frantic reassurance that the kisses were platonic- a concept that Jimmy found a bit charming. He really needed to learn more about Mythland culture if they were all so affectionate.
He'd also made some comment about "not telling Scott" that Jimmy didn't quite understand- but had reassured Sausage that he wouldn't anyway. The kisses hadn't even been that long, the first one just a quick excited peck on the lips and the second one an affectionate kiss on the cheek- but they'd been enough to keep Jimmy smiling for the rest of the day.
The next time they’d met was just as pleasant- when they worked together to build the bridge connecting the two kingdoms and liven up the crater below it.
From the very start, Sausage had cheerfully helped connect the two bridges together, creating the archways in the walls with a confident talent as they worked. Jimmy didn’t think he’d ever been genuinely complimented so much in such a small time frame. Sausage didn’t scoff at or belittle Jimmy’s ideas as some of the other rulers would have, nor did he tease Jimmy for his less practiced building skills or overenthusiasm. Instead he was just as, if not more, excited about the whole thing, and never strayed from his positive narrative as he corrected and helped Jimmy build, expanding from his ideas instead of shooting them down.
Jimmy had to wonder how, even with the war and semi-friendly rivalry, he’d never realized just how much fun Sausage was to talk to. It was so easy to have a conversation with him when he matched Jimmy’s passion with his own. Jimmy didn’t feel like he had to watch his words, like he was one misstep away from another prank or taunt to torment him with. He felt… safe with Sausage.
Which, he acknowledged, was most likely a shining example of his extraordinarily poor judgment - that he was feeling safe around the man who had so recently killed him.
But it was so hard not to- Sausage had taken his suggestion of changing the crater seriously, and came up with a creative solution for it that took into consideration Jimmy’s skill level and allowed them both to work together on it. Then, when he showed Jimmy a trick, and for once he wasn’t ridiculed for not knowing something “basic”. Instead, Sausage got excited with him, and walked him through it, making sure he understood how it worked and never once making him feel lesser for it.
It certainly didn’t hurt that he was, objectively, beautiful. Once they’d finished, they'd found themselves sitting on the edge of their newly constructed bridge. Jimmy had happened to glance over at him from where he’d been admiring their ravine in the soft light. With the sun setting behind them, the moon peeking above the horizon in front of them, the lighting perfectly highlighted the curve of Sausage’s face. He was smiling, just like he had been for most of the encounter, but with the sunset casting a golden halo at his back, silver moonlight reflecting in his sparkling eyes- Jimmy felt like he was on the cusp of understanding something. Like the blue of Sausage’s eyes should mean something to him. A cool breeze snuck through the cod head, and the sensitive patch of skin beneath his ear, where the small orchid bloomed, tingled at the cold air.
Sausage turned, halfway facing him as their eyes met-
“Are you serious right now?” His eyes twinkled with awe, “Look how beautiful this looks!” Jimmy nodded, smiling back on instinct- the thrill of a finished build overtaking the wandering of his thoughts.
“The ravine’s beautiful, we’re beautiful, our empires are beautiful-”
“-And look at that moonlight coming up, with the sunset on the other side-” Sausage eagerly agreed. He paused, his smile turning to more of a smirk “-some might say this is very romantic.”
Jimmy didn’t even pause, his allyships with Scott and Joel had prepared him for this, the friendly, joking flirting that his friends seemed so fond of. He wouldn’t have pegged Sausage for the type to make that sort of joke, but he supposed it wasn’t too out of character. If Sausage wanted to joke around, Jimmy was happy to play along.
“Yeah,” he replied cheerfully, watching the grin on Sausage’s face grow, “some would say-” he jumped up, speedily walking back towards his kingdom. “Bye Sausage!” He walked about halfway to his archway, before spinning back around with a shit-eating grin. Sausage was still frozen where he’d left him, and it seemed to take him a few seconds to process it. Jimmy almost worried he’d done something wrong, maybe taken the joke too far, but then Sausage burst out laughing, Jimmy giggling with him. They laughed for a good while, probably longer than their age and supposed maturity as rulers should have deemed acceptable. Sausage was the first to stop snickering, his eyes returning to the sliver of sun still visible on the horizon.
“I love this. This is the best thing we could have done.” The joy in his voice was genuine, as most things about Sausage tended to be, but it sounded more… fragile than it had been just moments before. Maybe he was tired? It was getting late- but Jimmy did have one more thing to ask before he retired for the night.
“Thank you- thank you so much for this. Did you-” Jimmy felt oddly nervous suddenly, a flutter of butterflies suddenly spawning in his stomach as he met Sausage’s patient gaze. “Did you wanna become an official alliance?”
Sausage (literally) jumped at the chance, standing up to bounce and grab Jimmy’s hands.
“Of course I do, Jimmy!” The huge smile was back, and whatever unease had been brewing in Jimmy’s stomach lessened greatly, settling itself into a light fluttering.
They couldn’t do the usual drowning ceremony this time, the tank being broken- but Jimmy already had one of Sausage’s heads- and all Sausage requested for his end was one of Jimmy’s banners.
They shook hands to seal the deal, both of them playing the part of a serious ruler for just a few seconds before delving back into their excited demeanors. Sausage’s hands flapped in the air as he babbled and Jimmy rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet as he chimed in.
Jimmy went to bed that night exhausted, but fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Then, as if life was trying to apologize to Jimmy for what it’d put him through with the demon and the wars, Jimmy won the crown!
Sure, he’d had to kill Scott for it, which he felt more than a little bad about- but for once he had won something, had competed against the other rulers and come out victorious, (the victory over Fwhip felt especially sweet- take that cod killer). As if that wasn’t enough- Sausage had immediately declared his support for him, swearing to protect him and the crown.
Despite their rough start, Sausage really was a good guy- Jimmy was glad that they were allies now.
It was almost as if things couldn't get any better- with Cod Sanctuaries being built in every empire, Sausage spending more time with him under the guise of “protecting” him, and then Scott showed up for a visit.
It had started out so nice, Scott had given him several heads for his hall as a gift- and seemed genuinely interested in his building progress. They’d chatted, Scott had flirted- and everything seemed fine! Scott was being…perhaps a little kinder than usual- but enough for Jimmy to register it as anything but positive. Other than the new ice powers, Scott hadn’t seemed any different or nefarious.
Then, Scott had asked if Jimmy wanted more gifts- and Jimmy’s stupid, stupid brain had immedietly flustered him with thoughts of kisses and more dates or whatever non-pg joke Scott was probably about to make about what Scott’s second gift could possibly be. He had been distracted, with a faint blush creeping its way onto his cheeks- when Scott had struck him down.
The nerve- the NERVE of that man. To kill an unsuspecting ally outside of combat, and then to prance around with his stolen crown afterwards. He had baited Jimmy, distracted him with flirty words and gifts- played him like an aquatic fiddle- and Jimmy was humiliated, livid. Most of all, Jimmy just felt hurt- betrayed by the disgustingly smug elf who was flaunting his victory in Jimmy’s own head room.
Then Fwhip had shown up- of course Fwhip had shown up, complaining about his own plans to steal the crown- and then Scott GAVE Fwhip the Codfather head. Gave it to him- like it was nothing! Like he wasn’t aware of just how much the Cod Head meant to Jimmy, like he wasn’t aware of what had happened last time Fwhip had it.
He hadn’t been able to stand it for long, had kicked the two of them out not long after- and Scott, full of audacity and some other emotion Jimmy couldn’t identify- had tried to justify it.
“You knew this was the game when you started playing,” “You killed me to get this crown, the blood is even, “-I’m still your ally, I don’t want something to happen that’s going to hurt you-.”
As if- AS IF the rules of the game were more important than friendship and loyalty- as IF Jimmy killing Scott in clear, initiated combat was even remotely the same to the trickery Scott had just pulled.
As if Scott would have gone through with his plan if he didn’t want Jimmy to hurt.
Not to mention that Scott had near immediately given up the crown to Fwhip for some gold, did he even care about the crown at all? Had Jimmy just truly meant that little to him? before promptly fucking off to Cod-knows where after freezing Gem or whatever magical nonsense had happened there. Luckily, Joel had swooped in and grabbed the crown- a development that Jimmy was overall happy with- but still.
(He’d sent Scott a message, because Jimmy was an idiot who didn’t know when to stop caring. It hadn’t been much, just a casual check in, with a request that Scott come home soon- that Jimmy, his people and the other rulers missed him. Scott had left the message on read.)
It served Jimmy right, really- the pain in his chest and the irritation of his eyes. He should have known from the start that somebody like Scott could never be his soulmate. That somebody like Scott would never love him.
(but he hadn’t- he’d hoped and he’d believed- and it hurt)
Small mercies, even after Scott had broken his heart betrayed him taken the crown from him, Sausage still stopped by his kingdom quite often. Sometimes he would help Jimmy with a project when he got too lost in his own thoughts to be as productive as he needed to be, and would drag him over to Mythland to see a new build when he needed a distraction- but most of the time they just ended up talking. Sausage would ramble on and on about most everything, about his newest project, or Fwhip’s most recent experiments, or Gem’s new spell, or about the birds he’d spotted flying over his tower this morning- and didn’t Jimmy think that it was a bit early in the year for a migration?
Jimmy liked listening to Sausage, liked that way that he'd wave his hands in the air as he did so- talking just as much with his hands as he did his voice. Jimmy had never before met somebody who could make basic trading and economics sound even remotely interesting (although many of his allies had valiantly tried), but he supposed Sausage was unique in that way. It was just so easy to get excited over whatever small thing Sausage found interesting at the moment when Sausage himself was just so genuine about it.
Maybe that was why Jimmy found himself opening up to Sausage so easily.
They’d been lounging around Jimmy’s cabin, Sausage with his legs swung over the sides of an armchair and Jimmy dramatically spread out on the couch, when Sausage had asked an innocent question about whether or not Scott had come to see him since returning from his self-imposed banishment a few weeks ago.
Something in Jimmy had broken at that moment- his previous, well buried worry for Scott being gone for so long- suddenly snapping like a rubber band.
Scott was back- had been back for a good while if Sausage wasn’t lying, and he hadn’t even bothered to come see him.
Jimmy hadn’t been expecting an apology from Scott, but you’d think that a high-and-mighty elf might have figured out how to respond to a cod-damn comm message at some point in his life- or dropped by or somehow communicated to his ally that he was back.
Sausage must have seen something in Jimmy’s face, because Jimmy had barely had time to blink to dispel the sudden, angry mistiness in his eyes before Sausage was sitting suddenly on the couch next to him.
“You didn’t know he was back, did you?” Sausage’s voice was almost uncharacteristically soft, concern obvious on his face. His hand raised to rub comforting circles in Jimmy’s back, and Jimmy couldn’t help but crumble- both literally and figuratively.
He let himself curl into Sausage’s side, and Sausage wrapped an arm around him without hesitation.
“No.” His voice was already wobbly- and Jimmy hated that, hated that he was being so weak- that Scott had made him so weak in this moment. “I didn’t know.”
The whole story burst out of him after that- his history with Scott, how he’d hoped wondered if Scott might be his Soulmate, Scott’s betrayal, and his anger over the whole situation.
Scott was a horrible, horrible man- flirting with him and getting his hopes up, and then killing him and not coming to see him since. If Rivendell hadn’t been such a fantastic trade partner, Jimmy might have actually called the alliance off just for the indignity of it. How could he have ever hoped- could have ever imagined that Scott was his soulmate?
Jimmy didn’t know if he was making any sense, his brain bouncing from one event to the next far too quickly to be easily followed, his own feelings confusing and unknown to him even as he tried to express them. But Sausage, for his part, seemed to be keeping up with him enough to get the gist of it.
“Jimmy, are you upset because what Scott did was hurtful, or are you upset because it hurts?” His tone was careful and slow, like he was chewing each word before he said it- or was nervous about Jimmy’s response.
“What?”
“Scott taking the crown from you. What he did was bad, and him not telling you he was back was bad too. But are you more upset about the fact that he didn’t tell you he was back, or about the fact that it hurts that he didn’t?”
Oh…
Oh
“I was so- so worried about him, Sausage! He betrayed me and was a jerk and I shouldn’t have cared but I did- and I sent a message to check up on him and I was worried about him the entire time that he was gone. And now he’s back and I shouldn’t be so relieved about it but I am and it’s just so annoying that I still care so much after he hurt me while he ....” His cheeks were wet, and his voice was rough and- oh, he was crying. “While he obviously doesn’t care about me.”
Sausage’s arm was tight around him, a grounding presence that Jimmy greatly appreciated. Sausage muttered something under his breath that Jimmy didn’t catch, before speaking up.
“You really care about him, don’t you?” His voice was rough too, like he was holding back tears like Jimmy had been, and he sounded sad. It made Jimmy feel worse for a moment- that he was making Sausage feel sad as well.
“I wish I didn’t.” Both of them ignored the way Jimmy’s voice cracked. “But yeah, I do. I really do.” Sausage seemed to ponder that for a moment, breathing slightly irregularly, and his hand moved to soothingly rub at Jimmy’s back.
“What was it?” He swallowed, his tone lighter and more casual than it had been for most of the conversation, but there was an odd..tenseness to his voice that Jimmy couldn’t identify. “What was it about your Mark that made you think Scott was your Soulmate? You have a feather on your wrist, right?”
Was he trying to change the subject? Jimmy appreciated the effort, although it did occur to him that he ought to start spreading the news about his second Mark, he’d quite honestly forgotten that most people didn’t know about his orchid. But first things first, Sausage had specifically asked about the feather.
“Yeah, I have an owl feather of some sort, or at least that’s what Lizzie told me. One of the white ones I guess, it has some black spots and gold lines on it.” He shrugged. “How did you know about the Mark?”
“You and Joel were talking about it at one of my first meetings. Well-” He chuckled a bit, “It was a group of you guys talking about it, but Joel was one of the loudest, so I mostly just heard what he said or repeated.”
That made sense, Jimmy could vaguely remember that meeting, when Lizze and Joel were on the cusp of courting each other and Joel had been eagerly steering every conversation he could onto the track of Soulmates and romance. He’d pulled most of the Cod-vengers into the conversation quickly, asking about their Marks and loudly talking about his own, probably trying to get them to gossip to Lizzie about the large Blue Axolotl swimming up his calf (Or to find out about hers, a swipe of multi-dyed clay on her shoulder). Not that he had really needed them too, Jimmy was pretty sure that most, if not all, of the rulers had caught sight of it at one point or another, Joel’s choice of formal attire usually being a skirt of some sort those days.
Jimmy laughed, finally pulling away from Sausage, who’s grip loosened to release him immediately.
“You remember that? That was ages ago!”
Sausage shrugged,
“Only 20 or so years, most of it’s gone quite quick for me- my first years ruling and all.” His eyes found the ceiling, his brain clearly whizzing through whatever information Jimmy had just given him to figure out something, although Jimmy wasn’t quite sure what.
“An owl feather for Scott,” He continued, “that makes sense.”
Jimmy blinked,
“It does?”
“Well yeah, matching his wings and all.” Sausage said, raising his hands to flap them in a mock-flying fashion, “I- I need to go.” He stood up quickly, Jimmy’s balance being slightly thrown off by the change in distribution of weight.
“Already?” Jimmy couldn’t help the disappointment clear in his voice, “You’ve only been here-” He checked his comm, and the blinking green numbers on the screen caught him off guard- had they really been talking for that long?
Sausage noticed his shock, and smiled good naturedly, even if the smile itself seemed a little strained.
“Time flies, huh Jimmy?” He rushed on before Jimmy could interrupt, “But I really do need to get going, it’s getting late- and you know how it is- life of a king and all that.” He pulled his boots on with surprising efficiency, and patted Jimmy’s cod-covered head as he made his way to the door. “This has been great, it’s always great to hang out with you, you’re always great- you’re great- But I really do need to get going so uh- Bye Jimmy!”
And with that convoluted farewell, Sausage was out the door, his elytra unfurled and rockets blasting as he quickly took off. Leaving Jimmy confused, Sausage’s own cape still thrown over the back of the chair, and with the door open.
Don’t get him wrong, Sausage was a sweet, talented, funny guy- but man was he weird sometimes.
Trying to shrug off the little twinge of hurt from Sausage’s abrupt departure, he shut and locked the door- struggling with the latch for only a few moments before sliding it into place. Sausage’s cape was already folded where it lay, so Jimmy left it- Sausage would probably be over again in a few days anyway.
The sun was just beginning to set, the orange-red light bleeding through the cracks between the curtains on his window, and Jimmy couldn’t help the sudden feeling of loneliness that hit him. He took off his Cod-Head, holding it underneath his arm.
He had Soulmates, he knew he did- two of them! But Cod help him, if Scott was off the table, Jimmy had no clue where to even start looking. The tips of the orchid behind his ear, where Sausage’s fingers would have brushed had the Codhead not prevented it, felt slightly warm. His own fingers reached to brush over it, and his mind flashed back to that evening on the bridge, sun setting behind Sausage as he grinned at Jimmy.
Huh.
Weird.
The warmth beneath his fingers was suddenly gone, and Jimmy drew his hand away to stare at it. The few beams of light making its way through the curtains reached the mirror, and reflected right into his eyes. He moved the hand to shield his face from the light, and the odd moment of warmth was forgotten. The sun was setting, meaning that it wouldn’t be long until the now pleasant temperature of his home plummeted to freezing cold without the help of his fire. He grabbed some larger logs from the stack besides the fireplace, ones that would be likely to last all night. It didn’t take long for the old, dried wood to catch aflame, and Jimmy allowed himself a few moments to bask in the pleasant heat the flames were producing- before making his way to his heavily blanketed bed.
He’d find his Soulmates one day, that much he knew- but he hoped he’d find them soon. Or even better they’d find him. Either way, the last thought he had before he was quickly swept into the realm of odd, water-based dreams, was of his Marks, and the people whom they represented.
He couldn’t wait to meet them.
#empires smp#solidaritygaming#flower husbands#meat husbands#venus flytrap husbands#mythicalsausage#smajor1995
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I truly do not know how to thank you all enough for the immense love and support you have shown me on this blog. you have given me a space to escape and express myself and I cannot thank you enough for that. I appreciate you all so much. to all my mutuals, I love you all so much, whether we talk daily or not often, I appreciate and love you all. and to my readers, who encourage me and support my writing, I love you, and thank you.
in celebration of 3k, I’ve decided to do a Mother Mother song writing challenge, ft. a few extra prompts <3
(here you can find all the finished fics!)
— rules :
1. anyone is welcome to participate!
2. please submit your choice in an ask with the song you are writing and with what character! I am asking that you stick to Harry Potter characters, but I am also accepting MCU characters as well!
3. remember to take anon off while you’re submitting your ask, or sign with the url you’ll be posting the fic on. disclaimer: this is a writing challenge, not a request form.
4. Smut is allowed as long as you are 18+ and tag your fic accordingly (nsfw, tw nsfw, etc) with a keep reading tab.
5. no underage smut, no teacher/student relationships, no incest, y’all know the drill. also I am asking for no real person fiction as well.
6. Two/three people are allowed per prompt (depending on how many join) and one prompt per fic.
7. Be sure to tag me @vogueweasley in your fic and use the tag #vogueweasley3k so I can track it!
Lastly, have fun! There is no deadline for this challenge 🤎
— prompts :
Mother Mother songs:
Hayloft
sirius black x reader @ginnydrinkstea
ginny weasley x reader @cityofstaars
Wrecking Ball
Arms Tonite closed
tom riddle x reader @animageus
draco malfoy x reader @reeophidian
fred weasley x reader @freddie-weaselbee
Verbatim
fred weasley x reader @weasleyslag
Burning Pile
draco malfoy x reader @gryffindors-weasley
I Got Love
Dirty Town
Love and Truth
james potter x reader @kirawriting
Miles
Sleep Awake
Ghosting
Wisdom
Try to Change
O My Heart
The Stand
Aspiring Fires
sirius black x reader @bwbatta
Getaway
george weasley x reader @spacexcowgirl
miscellaneous songs:
Anna - Harry Styles closed
steve rogers x reader @lumos-barnes
sirius black x reader @ch0colatefr0gs
george weasley x reader @hufflepuffhaze
Medicine - Harry Styles
Maneater - Nelly Furtado
fred weasley x reader @weelittleweasley
To the Mountains - Lizzy McAlpine
Are You With Me - Nilu closed
bucky barnes x reader @breadqueen95
draco malfoy x reader @gryffindors-weasley
sirius black x reader @theweasleyslut
— tagging some lovely friends
@gcdric @slytherinsunrise @cherryweasleys @ch0colatefr0gs @rcwenaclaw @weelittleweasley @iliveiloveiwrite @ickle-ronniekins @awritingtree @spacexcowgirl @lumos-barnes @feetoffthetablee @george-fabian-weasley @gryffindors-weasley @heloisedaphnebrightmore @harrysweasleys @loony-loopy-lupinn @breadqueen95
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So uhm 💀 hi
Haha hi, anon.
To be honest I haven't had many ideas for those stories, and my time has been so short that I'm giving priority to the ones I already know what I want to write, you know?
What I can do for now is let you know which character I will write each one for:
Story 1: "Reader and Lizzie Character work on a project together for a long time. Some mutual friends (also colleagues on this project) organize a trip to a private luxury hotel. Lizzie Character and Reader are in the same room with one bed. (They've slept in the same bed before) but this time it's different because Reader sees Lizzie Character in a different light and realizes she likes Lizzie Character as more than a friend."
Lizzie Character: Leigh Shaw
Story 2: "Lizzie Character used to be Reader's babysitter, but then she gets a job opportunity and they lose touch. Years later, when Reader returns home after studying abroad, they meet again."
Lizzie Character: Zooey Kern
Story 3: "Reader works in home renovation and one day Lizzie Character hires her services. Lizzie Character is famous, but Reader doesn't realize it right away. (SMUT REQUEST)"
Lizzie Character: Taylor Sloane
I don't know when these stories will be posted, but I'm getting close to 3k followers (thank you guys by the way💕), and when I get there I'm thinking of posting some short stories as a celebration, so who knows maybe they will be part of that.
Anyway, sorry for the wait!
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lizzy celebrates 3k followers ⤏ a zodiac edit for @sorroways
[ pisces ] ⤏ february 19 - march 20;the creative
JOIN THE PHOROÀCH AND REQUEST A GIFT
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I can’t really believe it but I’ve reached 3k last week! It is completely insane I never thought this many of you would even like my little blog, so as a massive thank you I’ve got a little celebration for all my lovely followers :)
rules:
mbf me
maybe join my mythology family (optional)
send me a 💫 for a period drama themed blograte (format under the cut)
send me a 🌹 and your selfie tag for a greek mythology fancast
thank you so much everyone I love you all :)
television show: outlander | downton abbey | the musketeers | poldark
film: atonement | my cousin rachel | an education | pride and prejudice
female character: lizzie bennet | claire fraser | caroline penvenen | milady de winter
male character: dwight enys | matthew crawley | walter hartwright | tommy shelby
era: medieval | 17th century | regency | inter war
location: england | france | italy | america
ancestral home: pemberley | downton abbey | nampara | thornfield hall
status: royalty | aristocracy | gentry | nouveau riche
character trope: plucky heroine | brooding hero | kindly best friend | black hearted rogue
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Two Engagements and a Funeral: ‘The Bachelor’ Premiere Recap
So here it is...what Bachelor producers have been waiting for since they created this show: a virgin Bachelor.
There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. As we all know it’s a social construct. Colton is clearly a virgin by choice, and like a girl said on Kaitlyn Bristowe’s podcast, he’s definitley gotten a bunch of bl*w j*bs in his life.
It’s annoying when people fixate on someone’s virginity. Kind of like during my freshman year of college when every guy I rejected would tell me I’m going to “die a virgin.” Well jokes on them because I’m still alive, but I digress.
What’s the opposite of 10 pounds of sh*t in a 5 pound bag? Whatever that word is, it perfectly described episode 1 of The Bachelor. The premiere was 90 minutes of content strung out into three hours. It’s not like my time is precious, but if you’re going to make us sit for three hours, at least keep me glued to the screen.
The only good thing about this unnecessarily long episode was the Chris Harrison montage, which got me my first viral tweet of the season:
My tweet was like seven likes short of 3k likes, but I’m not obsessing over it or anything...
I enjoyed this premiere when I wasn’t watching random people I don’t know get engaged. It had all the makings of a great premiere: a girl in a sloth costume, some “villain” interrupting Colton multiple times, an annoying amount of virgin jokes, at least two beauty queens, and not one, not two, but THREE kisses on night one. Not bad for a virgin who can’t drive. The only thing missing was the drunk girl, but we did have a Cinderella, so that’s close enough.
I never know how to write about the premiere. There are 30 (THIRTY!!!) contestants. There’s no way I can write thoroughly about every single one. And it’s not like all 30 of them were memorable.
A special few got video intro packages:
Cassie— a California blonde who is a speech pathologist (but not really because she needs more education). She surfs and looks like Hillary Duff a la Lizzie McGuire days.
Hannah B.— an Alabama beauty queen who seems cracked out on too much coffee, but for some reason I really like her. She felt the need to mention she only kissed four guys despite not being a virgin. Children, keep some things to yourself, ok?
Katie— She’s a dancer from the “east coast.” I like how The Bachelor just glosses over the northeast, but focuses heavily on someone’s southern roots. Rude!
Heather— her occupation is “Never Been Kissed.” That’s all you will ever need to know about her. If producers don’t force her to kiss Colton by at least episode two and then change her occupation to “Been Kissed,” then they failed at their jobs.
Onyeka— She comes from a Nigerian family and claims she “doesn’t care” what people think of her. I highly doubt that.
Nicole— Why do I just want to give her a hug? Nicole hails from Miami, so she’s bilingual with a nice accent. Also, her brother has autism and she says they’re a “package deal.” Be still my heart.
Kirpa— The dental hygiene jokes have been played out. I want no further mention of her profession from here on out.
Demi— Here we go. We found the girl who is carrying this season. Demi is a little firecracker whose mom is in prison. Her mom is expected to get out soon. Could you imagine that hometown date? The Bachelor may finally get its Emmy.
Memorable limo entrances
Demi was first out the limo, which means she may be a strong contender. She said she hasn’t dated a virgin since “she was like 12″ which is like, kind of concerning? I hope she wasn’t serious, or else I’m gonna like, call the cops. She seems very humble.
Caelynn, who was Miss USA first runner-up (WTF is she doing on this show?), came out the limo in her “Miss North Carolina” sash, but turned it to reveal a “Miss Underwood” on the other side. I guess that means she’s vying to become Colton’s sister.
Sydney quit her job to come here and somehow thinks she made the right choice. Big mistake. Huge.
Cassie came out in a floral dress that seemed way too casual for the occasion, and also out of season. She is however clearly getting a good edit considering the lovey-dovey music that accompanied her entrance.
Kirpa just looked classically beautiful. She had her hair french-braded, which in a world of beachy waves was nice to see. Also she wore a gorgeous sparkly purple dress. I was a fan.
Kaitlyn came out carrying a balloon that looked like an apple. She popped it and told Colton, “I just popped your cherry,” however we all know it wasn’t a cherry balloon.
Katie did a V-card card trick.
Alex came out like a sloth— literally and figuratively. She wore a sloth costume and moved/spoke at a very slow pace. I know some people enjoyed this bit, but I personally did not.
Tracy, a wardrobe stylist, called herself the “fashion police” yet wore a cutoff wife beater. Is it possible for her to arrest herself?
Bri— we all got to see her limo entrance leading up to the premiere as it was promoted on social media. And her entrance went extremely viral: she pretended to have an Australian accent to “do what she can to stand out.” I respected her hustle.
Catherine brought Lucy her 10-year-old Pomeranian with her. She is the Real Housewife of the Bachelor Mansion and obviously this season’s villain.
Important stuff that happened inside the mansion
Colton kissed three girls (3! THREE!) By Hannah B.’s standards, he just needs to kiss one more girl and then he’s no longer a virgin. I call that basic math. He kissed Caelynn, Katie and Hannah G. I will admit Katie looked very thirsty for that kiss. She was very much up all in his personal space. Colton also looked like he wanted to kiss Cassie, but she wasn’t really giving him the opportunity. He kissed Hannah G. after he gave her the first impression rose. I don’t want to brag, but I knew he was going to give it to her after they first spoke.
Side bar: Hannah G. looks like and has mannerisms similar to Heidi Pratt. It took me awhile to figure it out, but I feel a major relief after it clicked for me.
Catherine interrupted Colton about four times. Clearly this was a produced move, but yeah, this doesn’t make her very likable among the other girls.
Rose Ceremony
About seven girls went home: sloth girl (bless up), some girl who came dressed up as Cinderella, Devin the TV reporter who I knew wasn’t going to last, Tahzjuan, and other girls who don’t matter.
Rose order is pretty important, so here it is:
Caelynn
Katie
Alex B
Hannah B
Onyeka
.....
i
forget
the
rest
My top 5 predictions based on the first night in no particular order:
Hannah G.
Caelynn
Cassie
Demi
Katie
Wildcards: Alex B, Onyeka, Hannah B.
Wait— I forgot about the most important celebrity doppelganger of them all: Caelynn and Furby
Who is your favorite contestant so far? Comment below or DM me.
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Fic Reading List: February
I didn’t read a lot this month because I spent too much time watching Netflix.
I’ve added the archive warnings in the brackets in case there were any, but didn’t include the tags. So make sure to read them.
Enjoy! ♥
Note: Explicit fics tend to be bottom!Cas~
Take The World by youaresunlight (5.7k)
Summary: As is tradition, Prince Dean Winchester must choose his fiancé at the celebration of his twenty-fifth birthday. And with just one month left until the event, he is granted two weeks for a solo vacation. It’s his last chance at solitude and anonymity before fully committing to his official duties, so, of course, it’s on this trip that he meets the love of his life.
Super, super sweet modern royalty AU! ♥
Settle by BurningTea (159k)
Summary: Castiel finds he needs to sink into the shows he's watching. It's harder and harder to drag himself away, and when the Winchesters return from dealing with the supposed ghost of Lizzie, they start to notice.
Sam and Dean do their best to help Castiel accept and recover from the mental and emotional wounds he's suffered, but they aren't exactly wound free themselves, and healing is a battle none of them are trained for.
Usually I tend to click out of fics that feature a lot of important original characters as well as their relationships and this story features stretches of time that Cas spends away from the Winchesters. But I really liked this story for how it focused on what the show only brushed past: Cas’ PSTD. Attention: Cas takes drugs to self-medicate (his reason is that if there’s no pain then he won’t be in danger of attracting the attention of a Riet Zien.)
Untitled by perlukafarinn
“I think you need glasses.”
Dean lowers the book in his hands just enough to glare in Sam’s direction. “Shut up.”
Dean in glasses! ♥ Spoiler: Cas likes them.
Untitled by helianthus21
“This whole cleaning up the Bunker thing you got going on? It’s not necessary. I mean, Sam and me live here too, we gotta do our share as well.”
Cas doesn’t say anything. He just looks away to the side, stubbornly avoiding looking Dean in the eyes. “I just want to help,” he says, in a voice so low and weak that Dean’s ears almost don’t register.
Short fic about Dean telling Cas that he doesn’t have to be useful for Dean to want him around.
Blue Cheese by Casei_Solus (Explicit, 9.1k)
Summary: After the events of Cupcake Ice Cream, Dean and Castiel try to deal with what they know about each other, and try to make the best of the situation.
This is the second part in a series, so start here for the first! In this story people have animal features. And Cas has many issues about his body, but Dean tries his best to help him! ;w;
Untitled by Whelvenwings
When Cas moves in, he doesn’t stay still.
Lovely, short fic!
Ain't Gonna Leave by theangelanddean (Mature, 33k)
Summary: Castiel Novak was only nineteen when everything was taken from him. With no voice and no family, Castiel was forced into hiding in a small coastal town in Washington. To be safe from the murders, Castiel had to make sure no one would find out about his secret–that he was a siren. It wasn’t until he crashed into a green-eyed stranger, Dean, who turned his life upside down. It wasn’t hard for Castiel to fall for Dean. His humor, his kindness, and, not to mention, his beauty caught him like a tide. The only problem: Dean despised creatures like him.
An intersting world in which humans know that creatures exist, but there’s plenty of resentment around. And the Men of Letters aren’t really good guys at all. Cas tries to keep his identity a secret, but it’s hard to do when he falls in love with Dean. Dean’s got his own baggage to deal with and he doesn’t really like monsters.
Warning for Dean having internalized homo/ biphobia, which blows up into Cas’ face at one point. Also there’s mention of torture, though nothing graphic.
Untitled by 60r3d0m
The one where both Dean and Cas sign up for a dating website, not knowing that they’re actually just flirting with each other, and then proceed to get jealous.
This is really funny! ♥
An Obsession of Large Proportions by xxEmi (Explicit, 3k)
Summary: Cas has a size kink. Dean has a big dick. Need I say more?
I really can’t say much more on it *lol*
Warning though for Dean having only bottomed in his last relationship, but it’s all off screen and not further commented upon.
Known by heart. by outpastthemoat
“Dean,” Castiel says to him that morning, “I think I’m in love.”
Dean first resists the idea, but he’ll understand what Cas means soon enough! ;D
I Do by Unforth (2.9k)
Summary:
Castiel forced himself to go to his ex's wedding because it felt like the right thing to do, but attendance was only a painful reminder that he was an aging omega with slimming hope of finding a mate.
At least the garden where the wedding is being held is suffused with the gorgeous smell of flowers...
I re-read it this month and it’s still as adorable and wonderful as the first time!
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Hope everyone who celebrated the holidays enjoyed them! If you haven’t already, you can keep the celebration spirit alive with this ultimate collection of Thiam Holiday Fluff (and Angst). Thank you to all the writers and artists who brought the holiday bug to our favorite pair! Kudos and comments would be a perfect gift. 🎁
Merry (Late) Holidays, Thiam Pack! We Love You!
🌲 Stay With Me by 18-sweet-poisoned-heart
Liam though wasn’t that bothered with the idea of spending the Christmas with the pack, with the people that cared about him and he cared about them too, his second family. He knew that this Christmas would’ve been boring, spending it alone, with his stepdad on his shift at the hospital and his mother on a cruise in Caribbean with her best friends.
🌲 Last Christmas by Tabbytabbytabby [5.4K | E]
Last Christmas Hayden broke Liam’s heart. It took awhile but eventually Liam moved on, giving his heart to someone more deserving.
🌲 Coffee and Dates by stilesxlydiaxderek [810 | G]
Theo owns a coffee shop. Liam is his costumer. Malia is fed up with them.
🌲 Don We Now Our Gay Apparel by thinkingoftheo
Merry Christmas! I hope you like it. There’s not much plot, just fluff (well, mostly just cheesiness actually). What I was going for was domestic fluffy Thiam participating in cliche Christmas activities, and also Liam introducing Theo to his parents. Enjoy.
🌲 Cute Christmas Elf by stilesxlydiaxderek [560 | NR]
“So what you’re saying is that you need to borrow my boyfriend’s sister so you can hit on some guy.”
🌲 25 Days of Thiam Christmas by SupernaturalIdijit16 [56k | T]
Multi-chapter Thiam fic leading up to Christmas. When Liam learns that Theo hasn’t done nearly any of the classic winter activities that one does leading up to Christmas day, he takes it upon himself to make sure Theo experiences every single one of them. Liam and Theo going through cold winter days together leading up to Christmas. Basically Liam wants to make sure Theo has the best Christmas Ever.
🌲 Revelation by Underthegallows [3k | T]
- You know, for someone not taking a nap, you sure look like you are taking a nap.
Theo’s voice is almost inaudible, a low whisper that sounds like a secret.
- Shut up. The chimera chuckles next to him, and Liam has to keep himself from smiling.
🌲 A Thiam New Years by kitcat3758 [2.4k | T]
Theo moves into the Greyer’s house in time for the holidays only for Liam’s parents to go on vacation leaving the boys home alone for winter break. Liam learns that werewolves can get drunk, and Theo helps make this dream become a reality for the whole pack on NYE.
🌲 (Peppermint) Mocha Chocolata Ya Ya by Ithinkwehaveanemergency [2.9K | T]
Theo likes the taste of Liam’s chapstick. Liam’s okay with that.
Or, absolutely awful fluff that took me an obscene amount of time to write for how short it is.
Merry Christmas, Thiam Pack!
🌲 Baby, it’s Christmas by tabbytabbytabby [2.8K | T]
Theo goes with Derek to New York to meet with another pack. All flights get grounded so they fear they won’t make it home by Christmas. They borrow a truck and drive back to Beacon Hills through a snowstorm ensuring they get home to their families by Christmas.
🌲 Faculty Christmas Party by lamesassthiam [T | 10k}
Theo Raeken and Liam Dunbar are two reputable high school teachers in New York. Having known each other for years, they often fight and it can get quite out of hand. Except Liam is feeling a little bit less friendly towards Theo and a little bit more fuck me. Unbeknownst to Liam, Theo is feeling the same way. With the help of some nosy students, fellow teachers, and the promise of a faculty Christmas party at night, there might just be hope for these two dense idiots.
🌲 New Memories by invisible_slytherin [G | 3.4k]
“I’m going to make you like Christmas.”
Or, the one where Theo doesn’t remember how Christmas was before everything that went down in his life and Liam makes it his job to help Theo create new memories.
🌲 No Ordinary Love (Thiam Christmas Special) by fuckthiam [ 3k| NR]
The lights from the gift store started to flicker when Theo entered the door and a loud buzz was heard to announce a new customer. It was the day before Christmas and for the first time in years it was snowing during the Christmas holidays. Theo wanted to leave the store as soon as he entered it, but instead dragged himself to a shelf full of snow globes. It was silent in the gift store apart from the squeaky noises that Theo’s wet boots were making on the floor. Theo took off his beanie and patted some of the snow from his coat.
“A bit late for buying Christmas present, don’t you think?”
🌲 Chimera’s First Christmas - A Thiam Secret Santa Fic by thiamislife_thiamislove [6.2K | NR]
It’s a Thiam Secret Santa fic for @Lizzielizzie12 !!!
It’s Theo and Liam’s first Christmas together, and Liam wants it to be absolutely perfect! However, Theo is making that a bit more of a challenge than Liam expected.
Merry Christmas!
🌲 Christmas With You by tabbytabbytabby [6.9K | T]
Secret Santa Fic for Skam-Witness:
Liam loves Christmas and drags Theo into everything. Theo can’t help but hope it’s because Liam wants him to have his first real Christmas in a long time. Turns out Liam really does just love Christmas, but maybe he loves Theo too.
Merry Christmas!
🌲 Triad Anniversary by Mskristinamay [1.3k | NR]
Liam, Theo, and Brett are a triad wolf pairing. Christmas day is their anniversary and just so much fluff.
🌲 Thiam Christmas Imagines by fuckthiam
Imagine Theo and Liam trying to put up Christmas lights but they end up just making a really big tangled mess and they leave it on the floor because they think it looks festive enough.
Imagine Liam rolling down the stairs covered in wrapping paper, screaming “I’M YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT” at Theo. Theo catches him before he gets seriously injured and carries him around in a wrapping paper bundle for the rest of the day.
🌲 No one should be alone at Christmas by slayerwithredhair
The food was wonderful and no one started a fight, which given the company of a bitter heartbroken aunt, two troublesome toddlers and an evil murderous chimera, Liam considered it a win.
🌲 Day Five - Decorating by thiamdrabbles
“I told you to get a stepladder, dammit! You’re going to kill yourself.”
Theo rolled his eyes and stretched a little farther to try and reach the spot he was aiming for. “Will you calm down?” he demanded. “I’ll be fine. I’m not even that high up.”
🌲 You Deserves This by forevermissingteenwolf
The pack is back in Beacon Hills.
Everyone is at Liam’s house for secret Santa.
Theo gets an unexpected gift from an unexpected person.
🌲 Versace On the Floor by DaSmiley99 [2.6K | E]
Request from Tumblr: Theo never had a Christmas before and Liam wants to spend Christmas with him and after he begs they spend it together!
🌲 Mistletoe Kisses by RebelWithHeartofGold
Liam wants Theo to have a great christmas
🌲 Little Do You Know by Mondgloeckchen [2.5k | G]
Theo and Liam used to be friends but somehow it wasn’t meant to be. When Theo starts coming closer and finally ends up confronting Liam on a party it suddenly made sense.
🌲 Peppermint by ExtraSteps [2.4K | E]
Liam discovers that Theo really, really likes peppermint candy canes.
🌲 To be Loved by Blaxis [1.3K | G]
He feels loved.
Theo pulls his lover into a hug and seals their lips. There was a lot that could be said, but words could not suffice and Theo prefers mystery when it comes to emotions.
“Theo,” –Liam’s favorite word, feather-like on his tongue and honey-sweet.
🌲 Burned Sugar by narniaismymaze [638 |NR]
Theo and Liam are making a gingerbread house… it doesn’t go well
🌲 Threadbare by ExtraSteps [2.6K | NR]
Liam has been pining for Theo for a long time now. For Christmas, he decides to make something for Theo that shows how much he cares.
🌲 Finesse by DaSmiley99 [2.4k | E]
Well, fuck.
He never thought he would see Theo in a suit at Lydia’s Christmas party.
The banshee proposed to host a party at her place and they had to dress up properly for the occasion. Yeah, she obligated everyone to wear their best suits and dresses.
What a bummer.
When Mason brought him and Corey to the party, Liam was surprised to see that everyone followed Lydia’s obligations.
Then Theo, that fucker, arrived in a suit. It knocked the air out of Liam’s lungs. He nearly choked on his spit, his throat getting dry at the sight in front of him.
Theo straight up looked like a Sex God.
🌲 Perfect Timing by ExtraSteps [2k | T]
Liam gets Theo in the pack’s Secret Santa and has the perfect present in mind.
🌲 Countdown Kiss by Lizzielizzie12
🌲 Put Your Arms Around Me and I’m Home by tabbytabbytabby [G | 2.4K]
When the pack decide to spend Christmas at a cabin in Tennessee Theo and Liam are forced to share a bed.
🌲 Christmas Headcanons for Thiam by formerprincess
Liam loves giving his friends presents and he is insanely happy when he can hand out presents on Christmas
The thing is: Liam’s presents are always kind of…tacky or odd
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Shared Birthday
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: It’s Sam and your daughter’s birthday and you have no idea what to get them.
Word Count: 1528
A/N – This is my submission for @impalaimagining ‘s #Sam Winchester Birthday Celebration and #Taylor’s 3k Followers Challenge. The prompt I chose was: ‘Wait, there’s no such thing as unicorns?’ Which will be highlighted below.
Daddy’s Nugget - Masterlist
It was getting closer and closer to Sam's and Lizzie's shared birthday and you just didn't know what to get them. You contemplated doing some research of your own and collect all the information you could for Sam's serial killer fetish and make a pack of cards but that may be going a little too far but in all honesty you didn't know what to get either of your nearest and dearest. Maybe you should just buy him a new blender for his health shakes. Or a healthy eating recipe book.
Knowing what cake she wanted, you ordered you ordered it - chocolate sponge ice cream cake - online to be collected on the day.
You spoke to Dean about it, what should you get for his brother for his birthday. As usual, he was as helpful as ever, answering with the words you should have expected.
Washing the dishes in the sink after dinner, you lost yourself staring at the wall in front of you. You jumped when you felt Dean's arm wrap around your waist, hands resting on your protruding seven months pregnant belly, almost like he was already protecting the lives inside of you. The twins inside making you feel like you were carrying a globe on the inside of your stomach. Right now they were causing a riot, jumping and kicking at the hands of their daddy.
'What are you thinking about?'
Putting the dishes down, you leaned back into his embrace, tilting your head away from Dean, allowing him to kiss at your neck a few times before resting his chin on your shoulder.
'I was thinking about what to get your brother and daughter for their birthday. I feel like a really shitty parent and sister-in-law for not knowing what they want.' You huffed, pouting your lips before it began to tremble.
'You're not a shitty parent or sister-in-law. And to be honest, I was just going to get Sam the barbie doll I always got him; he has a collection now. I was going to take Lizzie out for a day, don't know where yet but it'll happen something will come to you.'
'I hope so, although I wish it would happen sooner rather than later.'
That was twenty minutes ago.
Luckily, you had walked out of the kitchen and into the library where Sam and Lizzie were discussing the topic of presents.
'Alright, Shorty-'
'Gigantor.' She giggled as she interrupted him.
'Ha ha. Very funny,' he sarcastically remarks. 'What do you want for your birthday, monkey?'
'I want a unicorn!' The almost six year old exclaimed as she giddily bounced in his lap, her hands shaking his shoulders excitedly.
You stepped in the room at that moment. 'They don't exist, baby.'
Both Sam and Lizzie turned to you, their mouths agape and gone slack like you had just punched a puppy. 'Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?'
'You didn't know Sam?' You asked with a teasing tone in your abnormally high voice.
'I thought that it was a possibility that they existed, like have you seen the things we hunt? They shouldn't exist but they do.' His lips turned down, into a frown, more of a questionable expression; like he wasn't sure even with the things he's seen, he didn't know what was real or just a myth.
'Can't I just ask Uncle Cas to magically make me one? He is an angel.' Lizzie said, leaning against the table in the middle of the library.
You and Sam laughed at her logic but had to tell her that, 'Castiel's grace doesn't work like that and I think Chuck can only do that, but we don't know where he is.'
'Maybe I can manipulate Uncle Crowley to give me a hellhound.'
'How do you know that word?'
'Uncle Sam is teaching me stuff on the internet, it is so cool. The other day I learned that we can grow plants in a cotton ball but you have to keep watering it everyday.' You smiled at her enthusiasm, she seems to love spending time with Sam, learning new things when they were in the same room with him and he had a break.
'Awesome! What about you Sam? What do you want for your birthday?'
He looked to Lizzie with an affectionate smile, 'I don't want anything, I’ve got everything I need, right here.' Although his answer was sincere and you could feel the love and adoration radiating off of him, it didn't really help you when you wanted to get him a tangible object.
'Uh huh, great thanks.' You sassed.
Sam picked up his niece by the waist and hauled her over her shoulder, leaving you to your own thoughts in the room. Slumping in the chair, you huffed, tapping your nails into the hard wood of the table.
Barely realising you had nodded off, a hand gently shook your shoulder, your eyes flew open in fear, your arms flailing, causing it to collide with a face; Dean's face.
'Ouch, you got quite the reflexes darlin', coulda actually bruised me by the feel of it.' He chuckled, his fingers prodding at his recently hit cheek.
Clambering out of your seat, you rushed to his side, inspecting the mark on his face, 'I'm so sorry Dean. I didn't mean to. I- I was-'
'Relax, (Y/N), it's okay. I'm fine, I've taken worse.'
'I know but it still doesn't make me feel any better.'
You felt awful, although you knew what he did on a daily basis, it still hurt to know that you had hurt him no matter how minuscule it felt to him.
'So I found out that Lizzie wants a unicorn, but I might have an idea of what to get her. She's slyly been hinting that she likes it, I don't even think she knows she says it. But she gets so excited, she makes me so hap-'
You were cut short when a sharp pain hit your stomach, 'you need to tell your child whichever one they are to chill, and stop kicking me.' You breathed through the pain as either your son or your daughter kicked you.
Dean hands came to rest on your stomach and the kicking immediately ceased to exist, only feeling the weight of your children inside of you.
'You were saying?' He asks, waiting for you to tell him your idea about Lizzie's birthday present.
'What the fuck?'
'Shh, don't swear, our kids are in there.' He hushes you, kneeling in front of you and planting a kiss on your clothed swollen belly.
Rolling your eyes, you said, 'they can't hear me, numb nuts.'
'Actually, I read they can, so hush your mouth. Who's the numb nuts now?' He triumphantly smiles.
'Shut up.'
When the time came around, you were relieved, a load of stress had been lifted off your shoulders and now you could relax.
Lizzie had been happy with the sparkly stuffed unicorn Dean had found online, but that wasn't the gift that you had in mind.
You handed her a small envelope with her name neatly scrawled across it. When he opened it she was confused at first, but when you explained what it meant, you smiled at her loud squealing.
'I'm going to school?!'
'Yeah, happy birthday, baby.'
'Alright, Sammy's turn.' Dean declared, he walked towards him and handed him a rectangular box, which you knew was the doll and another much larger square box.
Sam anticipated the barbie and gave Dean his patent bitch face, which he returned with a sly smirk. 'Jerk.'
'Bitch.'
'Mommy, daddy said a bad word.'
'That's right, he did. Naughty daddy. The babies can hear you.' You smiled sweetly, using his words from a few days ago.
'Shut up.' He mimicked. 'Open the other one.'
'You got me a blender, and a recipe book. Thanks Dean.'
'You little-. You looked at my list.' You directed at Dean.
'Maybe.'
Sam rolled his eyes at your antics and waited patiently until you stopped. Your box to his was smaller than the rest, you just hoped he liked it. It was a small, long rectangle, wrapped in red metallic wrapping paper. When he opened it and smiled, closing the distance between you and pulled you into a tight hug, careful not to crush the two humans that were inside you.
Dean asked what is was and what it meant.
‘It’s a necklace. It has five interlinking circles. Red for Sam, pink for Lizzie, blue for Cas, green for you, and purple for me. That way, no matter what, we’ll always be together. I didn’t know what to get you and I’m sorry it’s kinda tacky-’
‘No,’ Sam interrupted. ‘It’s perfect (Y/N), really. I told you I had everything I needed here and you just solidified that bond that we al have. Thank you.’
You gathered, sitting in eachothers company, laughing at the old stories that you could recall and the new ones that you didn’t know. And then, in that moment, you knew that your little family would be okay. Through the ups and the down, you would all end up together. As a unit. As a family.
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