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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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I thought you mig appreciate this brainrot and I CANNOT remove it from my head so I shall shove it in your asks

Little Aemond having a friend-a lady friend, but just a friend. They meet sometimes, hidden away, both from the ones trying to tear them down, commiserate and share company.

Because they have eachother, it makes life better.

And one day the girl is grumbling, crying, upset, because she was told she'll never find a husband. She doesn't even fully understand what it means to have a husband, yet, only that it's vitally important for a woman to have one. And Aemond clasps her hands and swears that he'll marry her, he promises. He swears it.

And she giggled, and promises to marry him-the two forging a little pact-their own engagement.

But time tears them apart-and when she returns, they are both grown, and have changed.

But Aemond hasn't forgotten. And he plans to uphold his promise.

I know this isn't what you asked for, but I loved the idea so much I ran with it and created a little headcanon - I hope you don't mind and I hope you enjoy🤍

Your Protector ~ Aemond Targaryen x childhood friend! Reader Headcanon

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Warnings: implication of sexual assault, bedding ceremony, body insecurity, expect canon confirming tone and mention of violence

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If you were his friend back then, when he had little to no friends, before he was respected for his dragon, he would never forget it and your friendship

Of course, after gaining Vhagar, he'd be respected more, also by his brother, but he'd always be loyal to you

Woe to Aegon if he started talking poorly about you, and to anyone else

Before he'd have found sneaky ways to exact revenge on the people who caused your tears but now, with Vhagar, he is downright terrifying.

But dragon or not, when your family moved away from Court, he cannot stop them. Years pass, but his memory still remains

Politics is a cruel game, and before long he hears whispers that you are to return to court only to be engaged to another Lord's heir. It is a good match, securing you a title and position, but at the same time it is a name Aemond is all too familiar with - one of Aegon's oldest companions

He has visited the brothels on the street of silk more than the sept- loud, demanding, uneducated, greedy and sloppy, the kind of man Aemond had taken good care to stay away from.

He drops his name to Aegon, who is more than happy to share details of years of escapades, detailing in great length the fun they had out drinking and whoring.

One story is enough for Aemond to make up his mind that he is unworthy of you, three cements the fear that a marriage to a brute like that would break your spirit before the year was out. By the fifth tale, he is certain that he cannot allow this wedding to take place under any circumstances.

Only a few days later, you return to court all grown, the perfect lady. And what a show your supposed intended puts on, an image of gallantry and chivalry, only to debate with Aegon about which ways to have you on your wedding night first, delighting in the fact that you were known for your modesty and thinking about all the ways you could be shocked

How best to break her in, they call it, as if you were nothing more than a horse to tame and breed. It brings bile to Aemond's mouth and it takes all his self restraint not to lash out right then and there

The next day, he goes to you. When you had parted, you were of the same height, maybe even a little taller, but now he towered over you. Never before had he been more self conscious about how intimidating he could appear, not knowing if your quiet nature was fear, or those years of lessons and instructions by your Septa

He tells it to you without sugarcoating it, the reality of the man you were going to be engaged to, the way he spoke of you, the way he would treat you (leaving out only the vilest of plans he had made with Aegon)

To his surprise, you show little to no reaction, before reminding him with a sigh that your house needed allies, that it would be a good and advantageous match for you and your family, a necessary one and the best you could find

It enrages him how little you fight against this marriage, how you didn't seem to mind that your family was leading you like a lamb to slaughter, dooming you to a life of unhappiness

"'Tis the fate of all women, Aemond.", You said, calling him by his name instead of his title for the first time in years

That may be so, but it wouldn't be yours. He wouldn't allow it to be.

Unlike with you, he makes no attempt to hide how frightening he could be while speaking to your father to inform him of your intended's inadequacies. In his reaction he sees that all this was not new to him.

Aemond has never killed a man, but he has never felt closer to the deed than in that moment.

"Of course,", he added, staring at the wine in his cup, "this betrothal would be a sin.", Knowing how gods-fearing your family was

"She has already promised herself to another, swearing on the Seven-Pointed Star in the Royal Sept. Forcing her to break it could well anger the Gods"

Granted, the oath had been taken without any book in the rough vicinity of the building but that wasn't the point, and it was enough to sway his hand

The next step was to deal with his mother. She and his grandfather Otto had already been plotting - a Tyrell, or a Redwyne, maybe a Lannister, but Aemond doesn’t ask. He informs them of his decision, and while he hated seeing his mother cave to the whims of her own father, her husband or even Aegon, he feels relief when she doesn’t fight him on this.

His grandfather Otto is less than happy, but Aemond is not Aegon, and he cannot intimidate him, and he knows better than to try, after all he is their most important and powerful ally

The final step was the most difficult - you

When informed of the change of circumstance, you fall silent, your face unreadable to him, sending waves of doubt crashing over him. You hadn’t minded his scar as a child, but it was a different thing to accept a deformity as his in a friend and in a husband - what if he indeed frightened or disgusted you?

It doesn’t matter, Aemond decided, he was doing this to protect you at any means necessary, so he takes your hand and swears to you that he would marry you, giving you more protection and a higher position than any other unmarried man in the Seven Kingdoms could provide. He also swears that he would never make demands of you in any way, even if it meant being husband and wife in name only

Your father’s presence destroys any attempt at an honest response from you

Seven days is the shortest possible gap between a formal betrothal and a wedding in the faith and they are the longest and most aggrevating in Aemond’s life.

The day of the announcement, your intended had a fit of rage, confirming to him that placing extra guards around your rooms was a good idea.

The remaining days are kept up with planning the spectacle that according to his mother and grandfather, the people deserved.

On the seventh day, you are married, and as he places the red and black cloak of House Targaryen over your shoulders, he glances at the crowd, seeing the disapproving face of his grandfather, and the dark glare in his brother’s and your former intended’s eyes.

As your husband, he can protect you from most anything, but not the bedding ceremony, no matter how hard he tried beforehand. He doesn’t humour the women and instead finds his bedroom with long strides. He doesn’t like strangers touching him in any case, and a glare of his keeps those that do run after him at bay.

The relief he feels at finally seeing you is short lived. Your wedding dress is in tatters, your hair dishevelled and your eyes are wide. He doesn’t miss Aegon and his friends in your closest entourage.

But as soon as you crossed the threshold you are his, and not even that imbecil of a brother and his friends dared to move beyond that. He had half hoped they would try.

You find his side as quickly as possible, and takes note of the way you seem to hide behind his body

When the doors close, you breathe a sigh of relief and lean your head against his back.

That is when finally, after all these years, Aemond pulls you in for an embrace. The last time you were of a height, now his chin rests easily atop your head.

For a long while he just holds you in silence, his mind running wild with plans for vengeance, but that could wait until tomorrow

Gently he removes what little remains of your wedding dress and instead helps you into the dressing gown the maids had provided for the next morning.

Then he sits you in front of him and untangles your hair, removing the remaining pins and combing out the braids.

That is when you begin to talk, about the past, about what happened in the years since your parting. He talks of studies, dragons and Helaena and her children, you talk of your siblings, the gardens, the little green bird you were gifted for your eleventh nameday that you called Vhagar too, who awaits in your chambers

Aemond listens more than he talks, and combs your hair even after it is long untangled

Then, as the hour grows so late it turns early, Aemond pulls back the covers and draws his dagger

“I won’t give them any reason to doubt our marriage.”, he simply announced as he rolled up his sleeve. A cut up there would be more inconspicuous and would not be found easily, providing the blood necessary to prove the loss of your maidenhead

Before he can cut his flesh, your fingers wrap around his wrist, reminding him that there are other ways to ensure the blood on the bedsheets

“We are married now, Aemond,”, you say, “So let us be married.”

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Part II (Wedding Night)

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lbcreations-blog · 3 months

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Alastor x reader and Lucifer x reader valentines headcanons

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Notes: I never ever have done anything Valentines related in my life because of my aroace self, so I apologize if this is a little off

Also, the reader is gender neutral, so no dresses lady's who love to wear them, we are going down to suit town😎

This was rushed aswell

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Valentinesheadcanons

Asking you on the date

He would first take you outside on the balcony with a few fake rose's spread on there

And then he would ask you out for the valentines date

When doing so, he would give you a rose clip to put on the shirt you decide to where for the date

Once saying yes, he would take you back inside

You spend the rest of your evening pretty normal, the only difference being your excitement for the date

Valentines day date

Once awakening from your slumber, you would find Alastor sadly not in bed as usual

But once you are sitting up, Alastor would waltz in with breakfast in bed

You enjoy it, to say the least

The best part is that he even joins you, which is odd for the man since he does not like eating in bed (he has manners)

Anyways, after such, he would, you know, telaport the plates to the kitchen for it to be washed but not from him

You would both get dressed into your clothes, which was really Alastor spawning it onto yall

You guys then take a long stroll arm in arm to Rosie's where you had lunch

Most of the day consisted of a bit of sight, seeing, to say the least

On your long stroll, you tried to give him a rose that you found, but sadly, it wilted. No wonder why the rose he gave you to where on your shirt was fake

He also gave you flowers, but the ones that don't wilt for him

Once it was the evening, he told you to wait in the room you both share for a few minutes

After waiting, he came into the room and took you arm in arm onto the balcony

And it was beautiful

Some of his shadows were playing some music

There was amazing food on the table

and many decorations on the table

All I can say is you had a lovely dinner with Alastor

After all those advents in the day, you both cuddled in bed peacefully

(Also, btw you did give him at least a gift, and he loved it, but im letting you decide what you gave him)

Asking you on the date

Lucifer would be so nervous to ask you out on the date

When he does ask you out in a room fool of rose's

he stuttered.... a lot

Once, knowing what he was saying, you hugged him happily and said "yes ofcourse sweetie"

And then kissed him (Boosting his depressive ass confidence)

Now the valentines date

In the morning, he first gave you breakfast in bed, and you loved it

After getting up and getting dressed in your valentines suits (which yall looked lovely in)

You guys went out. In which you both went out to a lovely restaurant for breakfast

Then you guys went shopping

You bought him a rubber duck plush for him

He got you rose's

And other really nice things that you wanted

After that, you went to the lust ring

Lucifer booked a table at Ozzies for a show for the both of you to watch, which was right up on the highest balcony or, as one calls it, the gallery area to watch the show

You enjoyed it

You and Lucifer might have gotten a little steamy up there

After having dinner there, you both went home

After that, you both went to have a lovely bath together with flower petals and such

And then you both went to bed and cuddled to get a good rest

(You might have had to change the sheets in your bed that night)

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I know this is not the best, but I am very busy today, so uh, happy valentines and goodnight or day idk

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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First Period ~ Shelby!Sister Headcanon

Summary: Of course their youngest sister would start getting her period with Ada in hiding and Polly out of the house

Note: Thank you for the request, anon! I've chosen to take the Sister!reader approach and instead of writing one for each of the brothers, I tried to combine them all. I hope you like it. Here is my [Masterlist].

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Warning: Blood? I don't know what you expect...it's kind of in the title. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Request: yes, by anonymous

Wordcount: 1077

Finn

Finn was the first to notice something was wrong with his sister. She was just a few years older than him and his favourite playmate- his favourite person in the whole world. So when she started acting funny, no longer wanting to play chase or the like, got grumpy when he asked and slept far longer than she usually did, he got suspicious right away

Then she started getting these pains in her back and stomach, especially at night when he could see her tossing and turning, keeping them both up.

The next morning she didn't get up with him but when she didn't join him after an hour or two he went up to check on her only to see her sitting on the edge of the bed with blood all over her hands and on her nightgown, looking at him with wide, panicked eyes

At once, Finn ran down the stairs, falling over in the process but not stopping on his way to the betting shop.

He pushed the doors open with both his hands and screamed on the top of his lungs that his sister was dying!

For a single second there was shocked silence, but the movement came to the other Shelbys.

John dropped the books he had been working on, fearing they had been playing with his gun again. Arthur abandoned his cigarette, reaching for the gun in his desk drawer. Tommy knocked over his office chair in an effort to get up as quickly as possible as they followed Finn up the stairs.

John

John reached the children's bedroom first, and stopped in his tracks once he grasped the situation, making both Arthur and Tommy bump into him, until they too saw the truth of this matter.

Their relief was short-lived however, as this was a situation neither razor blade nor gun could solve.

She was still so young, younger than Ada had been, but here they were- and of course his sister would start her monthlies with Ada in hiding and Polly out of the house. She really picked her times.

But John had been married, and he knew what she would need and quickly excused himself with a muttered "I'll get the stuff."

There were probably some of Martha's things left and if not he knew where to get them from. Or he could ask Lizzie- she would have things at her place and would know what to say or do

It also gave him an excuse to go, leaving Arthur and Tommy to deal with it.

Arthur

Arthur took a long while staring at the two panicked children, with their tear stained faces and, in his sister's case, blood stained hands.

This was women's business alright, but with no women in the house, it fell to him. He was the eldest and the head of the family and someone had to do something to calm them down.

So he told Finn to shut it before announcing almost ceremoniously that there was no cause for distress and that this was a normal thing to happen if someone became a grown woman and could have a baby.

That only resulted in panicked "I'm having a baby?", screeches from his little sister and equally shocked responses from his youngest brother. His protests were drowned out by her pleas that she didn't want a baby, that please, please he could make the baby go away

Tommy

Tommy's "Enough!" cut through Finn's frantic questions, their sister's panicked sobs and Arthur's poorly worded explanation attempts.

"No one's dying. No one's having a baby" (apart from Ada, but that was a whole other topic)

Crouching down in front of the bed, he gave his sister's knees a squeeze and told her that this happened to every woman and every girl, despite the work taking the time to answer her questions. “I don’t know why it’s blood.”, “Yes, that’s why your belly was hurting.”, “No it’s not just you.”, "Yes Ada too", "And Aunt Pol.", "Maybe not Mrs. Drew- she's sixty".

He tried to explain to her in as simple terms as he could, without going into any more details than he had to, that it was her body's way of telling her that she wasn't going to have a baby, even if she could.

That reduced her frantic sobs to understanding sniffles until she forced out a "Never ever?"

If it were up to him, he'd have confirmed that but instead he told her that it would be years and years and that one had to be married before having a baby (Ada should have remembered that!)

The rest of the fears were taken away by a long hug, before Tommy suggested she take a warm bath (he knew that helped with some of the pain) and drink some of that tea which he had seen Polly give Ada around that time of the month - that mix of camilla, yarrow, alchemilla and damiana

She couldn't meet his eyes when she told him that during their hug she had stained the back of his shirt with the blood on her hands and whispered an apology, but Tommy only cupped her face and assured her that she shouldn’t worry. He had had suffered far worse bloodstains in his time.

When Polly came home, she cried tears of laughter when a disgruntled Arthur told her what happened, and she made a note to talk to her youngest niece and tell her more than the boys could

Finn didn’t find it funny at all. He was glad of course, that his sister wasn’t dying, but something still kept him up at night

Finally gathering the courage, he slipped his blanket off and snuck over to her bed. It was boiling hot in comparison, as Polly had given her a pillow of cherry seeds she had warmed in a pan to put on her belly or on her back.

“Are you still hurting?”, he wanted to know, a little relieved that she told him it was better than last night. Slipping in under her covers he whispered what had been burning in the back of his mind

“Arthur said you’re a woman now. Does that mean you won’t be playing with me any more? That you’ll be like Ada wearing dresses and skirts? That you’ll stop running and racing and riding with me?”

Only when she promised she wouldn’t, did he sleep easy, all the worries from the last few days vanishing into thin air as he drifted off to sleep next to his sister who was and would always be his favourite person in the whole wide world.

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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Arthur Shelby x Milf!Reader ~ Headcanon

Note: Too long ago @sonichkkaaascreams snowed into my inbox with the idea of the Shelby!boys x Milf and I do still have an idea for a multi!part series in the back of my mind, I didn't want to keep her waiting so here are in addition to this one Tommy, John and Michael!

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Wordcount: 710

You meet Arthur in your shop

He storms in one day in an absolute frenzy because he had somehow screwed up the agreement with he supplier lists and needed almost 'everything' you had to offer that could be of any use for some kind of celebration in the pub.

At any other time you would have been intimidated by the Shelby but the desperation in his eyes and the hectic interaction made all that void- and he paid well, really well.

So after you helped him pack up and received a stack of bills on the counter which would have paid for the things thrice over, you expected it to he over

But only in the aftermath of the interaction did Arthur Shelby realise how calm you had been, how helpful.

These thoughts are what carries him back almost every day, because apparently Arthur Shelby did his own grocery shopping now, even if sometimes he came only to browse (watching you) and ended up buying nothing more than an apple.

Once he came in and saw you doing the books and stayed back so as not to disturb you, but you tell him it's no bother

That's when Arthur compliments you that you must be really smart to be able to do all that, since he always has trouble, so you offer to help him

He turns you down with red cheeks and stumbling words, but a week later he is back, hands in his pockets and mumbling about a numbers problem he had

So you ask him to bring them in and go over them together, explaining where he went wrong and what he could do to improve them

Arthur offers to pay you to help him out so that his brothers won’t find out, but it doesn’t seem right

So whenever he comes to your house after your children had their supper, with the books and paperwork, he asks if you need anything, anything at all, but you usually decline

Arthur is not a talented, but dedicated student and bit by bit you discover that when he had been young his father had opposed his schooling, claiming it was unnecessary and now he felt it was too late to learn

But he does learn. He wasn't the best at inventing his own system but once he truly understood how something worked, he could apply it perfectly.

Since you won’t accept payment, and he feels bad, he starts bringing little gifts for the children, sweets or wooden carvings he made himself, which they adore.

His grin lights up your face when he watches them even if he is too uncertain to approach them on his own.

You trust in his gentleness a long time before he does and even after weeks of coming to your house with or without paperwork, before or after supper, he still treats them like glass.

When your daughter presents him with a drawing she made of “Atta” at the kitchen table you swore you’d seen his eyes grow shiny a bit.

You realise you might be in love with him when your kitchen table is covered in thick expensive Shelby Company Ltd. letter paper with your children doodling all over them and him in the mix, not caring in the slightest that his freshly pressed shirt got stained in the process

Arthur on the other hand has known for much longer, but didn’t dare try anything. He didn’t want to lose this, lose you and the little ones, this small oasis of calm in his noisy life. So he had made his peace with staying your friend, or ‘Atta’ the funny uncle, hoping that perhaps your children would continue to stay close to him the way they were all still close to Uncle Charlie.

He was utterly flabbergasted when you decided to make the first move, his cheeks burning bright red as he froze like a deer in the headlights

But then he was beyond delighted

Seeing Arthur Shelby grinning from ear to ear as he walked down Garrison Lane was a sight Small Heath had to get used to, which got him many questions from his family, but they’d have to wait to get any answers.

For now, Arthur kept you and your children all to himself

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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PDA ~ Tommy Shelby Headcanon

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Tommy is not into PDA

His affection for you is between you and him - it’s private and not anyone else’s business

He is also constantly incredibly on guard in public, even, and especially in social settings and he has always mistrusted crowds so he is far too alert and distracted

However, his hand will be on the small of your back, as an assurance that you are still there, but also security of the knowledge that he could move you at any given moment if danger were to strike

The rare moments he will show his affection in public is when dancing, and he rarely misses a chance to dance with you

Then, for a moment, all the rest of the room will melt away and leave only you two and even allow for sweet whispers to be exchanged

His most explicit sign of his love for you, however, is his wedding ring

Before the war, no man had ever thought of wearing a wedding ring as they had only ever been given to women during the ceremony and the soldiers only started wearing them to be reminded of their wives at home during their time in the trenches, and even then it was a comparably rare occurrence and seen as distasteful among the middle and upper classes and especially the aristocracy

Tommy had come all the way from working in the stables to the owner’s enclosure at the most prestigious horse races in the world and adapted almost painfully to the likes of Lords and Ladies, whether it be in habits of clothing, dining or living

He is also desperate to give off a good impression and, even though he won’t admit it, the invisible net of ancient rules and traditions that is never told and always known by the people that were born into it and constantly ready to inevitably trip up any outsider unless they are the most diligent student, frightens him

This, however, he won’t change, no matter how many strange looks or distasteful jokes he receives for it

He loves you and that ring is a symbol of it - the devil himself wouldn’t be able to take it from him

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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PDA ~ John Shelby Headcanon

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Out of all the brothers, he is the least shy about PDA. He doesn’t care if he’s at the Garrison, at one of Tommy’s fancy fundraisers or at the races.

His display of affection also hasn’t changed since he met you, being the same since you had been at sixteen.

He’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder or whirl you about in his arms when he’s excited about a horse winning

Another of his favourites, however, is heckling you from afar, either from across the Garrison or straight through the owner’s enclosure, whistling or throwing compliments at you so loud that everyone could hear, making all their heads turn while you would implode with embarrassment

Occasionally he’d even use really cheesy pick up lines, actively picking the worst ones

Sometimes they’d make you groan, sometimes they’d make you laugh, but sometimes you’d pretend to be strangers and stun all the people around you when you act like they actually (seem to) work

John’s also not shy to kiss you in public, in fact, it doesn’t bother him in the slightest if people are watching - so no wide brimmed hats for you that could get in the way

He also loves to have you sitting in his lap. Tommy hates it if its in the owner’s enclosure, but he has long given up

There had been one attempt where he had ordered you two to stop and John had promptly attempted to sit in your lap just to annoy his brother (although to be fair that was more your idea than his) Since then, Tommy has stuck to disapproving looks

Of course, it irritates the toffs, but you don’t care at their sneers and pearl clutching

Besides, it’s not like a Shelby is thrown out anywhere, no matter what you two would get up to

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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Would you write a headcanon where Thomas and (Y/N) from TBITW finding out they are expecting a baby? How would they and children react to the news?

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Another child is not really something they had as their priority since they both feel that their family is complete and so they weren't actively trying. As they hadn't really discussed it before, it was initially a cause of anxiety for both

Tommy was originally scared that (Y/N) might not want to have his child. Even though he knows she loves him, his insecurities run deep. (Y/N) is far more concerned that it would make Emma or Charlie feel uncomfortable. Sibling jealousy is a real thing and she is terrified a new child would make the others feel left out or unloved and is afraid it might disrupt the delicate balance of her family.

They can only keep it secret from the children for so long until they notice. Emma is more or less ambivalent, and her new and very tangible horse is far more interesting than a hypothetical future baby she can neither see nor touch. Charlie is less keen, especially since discovering that it is the baby that has been making (Y/N) ill - not the best start

As the pregnancy develops, (Y/N) is surprised by how present Tommy is- attending every single appointment with her, sending for Harley Street doctors, reading research, setting up a new nursery, talking dietary requirements with Frances and the cooks, rubbing her back and her feet, and even helping her tie cloths around her belly to relieve the pressure. He brings her ginger tea for the first part of her pregnancy (later raspberry leaf tea for the final part)

As she starts to show, both children get more interested and ask countless questions. They love resting their head and hands on her belly and waiting for the baby to do something. While Emma quickly loses her patience if nothing happens, Charlie can wait for ages. He also asks the doctors countless questions. His most spoken words in these months are "Why?" and "How?"

She goes into labour a bit early, and they have to leave in the middle of the night. To her surprise, Tommy shows absolutely no intention of leaving after dropping her off at the hospital. When the doctor tells him to go, Tommy is quick to remind him that he won't take any orders from any man let alone "in me own fucking hospital and me own fucking city."

He does, however, check with (Y/N) who is surprised that he wants to be there- after all it can get very unpleasant and very messy. Tommy says that if she wants him to leave he will, but confesses he really does want to stay and won't go further than the outside of the door to her hospital room. So he stays, and he only ever leaves hours after the baby is born to go and tell Emma and Charlie.

When they return, they come with the largest, most chaotic bouquet of flowers Birmingham has ever seen, lots of questions and quite a bit of worry. While Emma is enamoured with the newest addition to the family, Charlie is more concerned with how tired (Y/N) looks.

In the first weeks after the birth, (Y/N) is especially worried of not being able to give each of the three children the attention they deserve and it's causing her a lot of stress. Especially Charlie, who needs physical closeness more than Emma, has had to take a step back during the last part of her pregnancy and the first weeks after it.

So she is terrified of alienating him or losing him or him possibly resenting the new baby out of jealousy. But all that fear disappears when Tommy takes her to the nursery one afternoon grinning like a fool. Instead of letting her enter, he makes her watch from the door where they can see their youngest laying in the crib that Emma is gently rocking while Charlie is singing the cherry song.

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Tommy Shelby Sleeping

Tommy can only fall asleep when he feels both physically and emotionally safe. If one of those things is lacking, only exhaustion will claim him against his will.

Once upon a time, Tommy decided to invest in a host of expensive silk covered pillows, which were as soft as clouds - only to realise he couldn’t fall asleep on any one of them. The best sleep he had ever gotten was outside in the fresh air, with a saddle cloth as a blanket and the ground as his pillow.

It is also why he prefers to sleep with an open window. Hearing the wind and the rain reminds him he’s not underground when the nightmares come. And the sound of the birds is insurance that he is not in France - animals always know to flee in the light of incoming danger and hearing them calms him.

There is an incredible amount of warmth radiating from his skin, so it is no surprise that he only wears underwear (or in winter an undershirt as well) to bed. It is like having your own personal heating system under the blanket with you (which cancels out the cold night air).

He also doesn't understand why you wear his silk pyjamas which otherwise lay untouched in the back of the wardrobe when he has bought you a host of silk nightgowns.

Tommy usually sleeps on his back. He rarely if ever initiates cuddling, but at least one hand is always on you, your back, your shoulder, your arm - and it stays there for the entire night.

He is an incredibly light sleeper. No matter how quiet or cautious you are when getting up at night, on your return to bed you will find two pale blue eyes awaiting you.

It takes almost a year of sharing a bed until you discover a different way Tommy likes to fall asleep- with his head resting on your chest and his fingertips drawing circles on his scalp. He’ll wrap his arms around your waist and listen to your heartbeat.

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Hi! Could you please write headcanon where something bad happened to Emma (someone made her upset for example) and she run to Thomas for help/comfort? Their relationship is so cute! I would love to see them together more often!

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It happened at one of the charity functions of the Shelby Family Foundation where they were re-opening a hospital after paying for the renovations. Tommy had already been on edge given what happened the last time around. He would have far rather left the children safe at home, but given the fact that there is a brand new shiny playground for children too, he couldn’t back out of it. That doesn’t mean he didn’t watch Emma and Charlie like a hawk, just as he had men stationed at every door and below every window. That the roads were closed was such a strange coincidence, the other guests thought.

After the ceremony, they were all gathered for tea, drinks, canapés and chatter, undoubtedly actively working on donations and connections alike. Tommy had vetted and researched all the guests thoroughly. He really wasn’t taking any chances.

He tried his absolute best to avoid the meaningless chatter, preferring to survey the situation best he could, seeing Ada, Polly and Lizzie work the room, while watching (Y/N), although she preferred to talk to the head nurse and the doctors. Charlie was diligently holding her hand. But without Emma.

Instead of him finding her, she found him- hitting his leg in full force and wrapping her arms around his hip.

His relief at finding her was short lived when her reaction to him trying to talk to her was only to clutch him tighter, which tells him all he needs to know. For such little people, children have a surprisingly tight grip that isn’t easily loosened. He has to practically pry his clothes out of her little hands and once he had done so, he lifted her up in his arms and left the room in quick strides for the privacy of the corridor. No matter what had made her upset, a room full of people would not make it better.

There, he tried to sit her down on the windowsill so that she was of eye level to him. Emma protested heavily, not with her words, but by trying to hug him again. Tommy captured her hands and held them in his while asking what had made her upset. She wasn’t crying, but her eyes were wide and her hands shaking - the absence of tears unnerved him.

She was fighting for words for a while until she repeated bits of a conversation she had overheard in which some women referred to her mother as a, in her words, “conevience” and that it was “inneditable” that he would get tired of a woman with baggage and leave for good.

“For good means forever and I don’t want you to leave forever! We can take turns carrying the baggage so you won’t get tired!”

Saying it out loud made the tears come, but before they had a chance to spill, Tommy already felt rage bubbling up inside him.

But Emma first, anger second. So he wiped her tears away and cupped her face, promising he would never ever leave, and even if he had to go away for a day or two, or even a week, he would always come back.

It takes a full five minutes of promises until she believed him and only then did he pick her up. She wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling her head in his neck and clinging to him. He held her, stroked the back of her head and walked back and forth, seething with rage and counting his lucky stars that Emma was too young to understand the true meaning of what she had overheard. The only thing preventing carnage is the fact that Emma needs comfort now and that there would be time for the appropriate response later.

But there would be a response, so once Emma had calmed down and was giggling again thanks to a cheap trick where he produced a sweet from behind her ear and a bit of tickling, he carried her back inside, where they were met by a rather anxious (Y/N) and a frowning Charlie, but Tommy assured her that everything was just fine (or at least going to be).

Then he asked Emma to point out the people to him, which she did. Tommy of course, had in his research collected a dark secret or two. After setting her down, he sent her to the sweets table to find the biggest biscuit there. That would keep her occupied for a bit.

They all were very flattered, when Tommy joined their conversation - all were so very impressed with his work and deeply motivated to support and one even expressed interest in a literacy scheme he was also involved in.

Tommy made it known that he appreciated that, and would be open to it, however there might be trouble given their varying interpretation of certain words and concepts.

This left the women confused, but he was only too happy to explain, that for example “baggage to him” was a son who has a habit of sneaking his affairs onto the navy ship he was stationed onto despite being engaged to the daughter of a higher officer, or a husband who wrote off his cigarettes, whisky and nocturnal expenses off from the charity account his wife ran, or a certain niece that lived overseas and was curiously born towards the end of the war while the third’s husband had been deployed for over a year.

This has them quiet for once, each staring at the other in a mixture of shock and disgust.

“So if any of you ever feels the desire to talk about my wife or my children again, please remember that I will be all too happy to ensure that your baggage graces the front pages of every single newspaper from Inverness to fucking Plymouth for an entire month straight.”

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Nightly visitors were no strangers, but the children would climb in on her side as they had gotten used to her arms shielding them from nightly terrors and nightmares, but one particular night, Tommy watched Emma climb in on her mother’s side and was ready to close his eyes again when she got up again, little bare feet padding on the hardwood floor until she found the stool of her mother’s dressing table.

In the darkness, she was but a pale shadow in her nightgown as she pushed it up against the foot of the bed, using the added height to climb into the bed and settling into the small space between them. A mother’s arms can keep many terrors at bay but after some nightmares, it is better to be protected from both sides.

Tommy didn’t even mind when Emma ends up hogging the blankets, both his and (Y/N)’s. After all, he feels too warm inside to feel the cold. And it was completely incidental that Tommy moved a chaise longue at the foot of the bed the very next day, which was far safer and sturdier than that little dressing table stool and was before long in frequent use by children and dogs alike.

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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If you see reader and tommy getting married in tbitw would you maybe write a headcannon or a one shot (your choice) for them please

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There wouldn’t be a grand proposal. Back in France, they had already made the decision to spend their lives together (or at least try), however the topic of marriage would be another they would dance around

(Y/N) would not be the one to bring it up, and Tommy would be too uncertain to do so, at least not without a lot of thought and prepared talking points (he may or may not even have written some notes). Instead, they would have an honest conversation and come to the realisation that it would not only be something that would be for the best of everyone but also something that would make them happy

Even though there wasn't a classic proposal, Tommy decides to give her an engagement anyways. He has to fight the instinct to get the biggest flashiest largest diamond ring he can find, but once he stands in that London jewellery store, he realises that anyone could buy a ring like that and so he takes a ‘business trip’ for a few days.

He goes all the way to France, to that very same fishing village and searches for the vendor they had visited where he not only bought to sets of pearls (a pair of earrings, a bracelet and a necklace each) but also the best single pearl he can find with the smallest of imperfections (but there is one because it is real). Once back in London, he can’t resist setting it in tiny diamonds, creating a star shaped halo around it. These are the highest quality and cost more than most other larger diamonds, but he never tells (Y/N) that

They would tell the children together, but it would leave them a bit confused, since nothing would really change in their day to day life. But they would quickly realise that there would be a party, which excites them.

The wedding itself would be a quiet affair. (Y/N) is not a performative person and doesn’t really like attention and while Tommy likes showing off, he would agree

Tommy doesn’t care about religion but it is something that is important to (Y/N) so they have another church wedding. I see them getting married in a very small ceremony in a little chapel not too far from Birmingham, as Tommy is a family man and would definitely want his Ada, Polly and Arthur around. So it would be a smaller wedding with only the Shelbys inner circle and their close friends there (not more than 30 people)

I do see them wanting to avoid a lot of fuss, mostly coming from (Y/N) so they might spring a surprise wedding on the family on Christmas Eve since they are all already there

They are certainly wearing matching dresses/suits. It is the main reason why (Y/N) does go for a wedding dress even if it is more cream than white and she skips the veil. Emma and Charlie pick the bouquet. Her something borrowed is a bracelet from Polly and her something blue is the names of Tommy and the children stitched into the inside of the dress with blue thread.

They are active participants in the wedding and even though Arthur was supposed to stop them, they climb into the cart after the ceremony

Charlie and Emma are both very proud that they got to drive their parents back, and even though (Y/N) is more than a bit anxious, Tommy has taught them well.

There is a lot of good food and dancing of course, and not just Tommy and (Y/N) - the children refused to be sidelined so there is at least one moment where Tommy has to follow Emma's lead in her made up dance (it involves a lot of spinning for both of them), while Charlie is super keen on imitating his father while dancing with (Y/N).

Their honeymoon is comparatively short, just three or four days where it is just the two of them. After five days at most, the children join them and they have a family holiday instead

Bonus fact:

Both keep their old wedding rings and place them in envelopes with letters to their children which they will receive when they are old enough. Both agree that their new marriage doesn’t erase or diminish the old one and they keep including Grace and Emma’s father in the children’s lives.

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Any headcanons about older Emma and Charlie? 🌷

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Warning: WWII, Bombings, Injuries, mention of death and violence, medical treatments, sexism, mental health problems (18/21+). I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

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Tommy wants his children to go to the best possible school, which are mostly boarding schools, but can’t bring himself to send his children away. It is tricky to find a school, which takes both boys and girls but he won’t have them separated.

In the end, they find a school which not only has both boys and girls from the age of sixteen, but also a looser boarding system, allowing them to come home on the weekend.

For the first weeks, both parents are living in a rented house barely fifteen minutes away from the school in case the children need their help or want to go home.

Especially Charlie is homesick at first, but he has Emma and knows he can go home every weekend, which makes the transition easier.

At school, Emma excels at writing and speaking, at debating, mathematics and dramatic arts, while Charlie is excellent in biology, physics, chemistry, philosophy, literature and, like Emma, mathematics. He also starts to take an interest in drawing and poetry.

She becomes an excellent equestrian, so good that if she were a man, she could have made the Olympic Team by a country mile. She isn’t though, and there are some things even Tommy can’t change, even if it makes his skin itch with anger.

She is also an absolute heartbreaker, truly. But thankfully for Tommy’s nerves, she is never half as interested in a boy as she is in her horses, at least not until she is in her mid-twenties and falls head over heels

In my mind, independent of this story or any other Charlie becomes a doctor. He doesn’t seem to be all too like his father and I would love to see him pursue a more caring profession. It would also align with the charity work of the Shelby Family Foundation and while during WWII he would see more than his fair share of war, it would be vastly different from Tommy’s.

By the time war breaks out, he would still be studying. Unlike many of his contemporaries, he would not be sent to France but stay in Birmingham and quickly rise through the ranks. He has nerves of steele and steady hands and is soon in the operating chamber day and night to save the lives of the people of Birmingham that are caught in the bombings

He comes of age during that time, not just legally, but emotionally. He sees things just as bad if not worse than his father has seen in France, has decisions to make that are tricker than his fathers, different, yes, but no less easy. Practise makes perfect and soon he has the duties of doctors far his senior. He has the talent, the cool head and the dedication

During that time, he falls in love with a nurse. She is just as tough as she is and not at all content with keeping her mouth shut. She knows exactly what she is doing and is not shy to stand her ground, against anyone, no matter how rich or powerful or threatening.

He falls for her when they are in a bomb shelter and she is helping a woman deliver a child - it is the one time Doctor Shelby is close to losing his cool - an operation is one thing, but an unmedicated childbirth in the middle of an airstrike is a whole other thing, but she has nerves of steel and takes charge.

Within weeks she becomes his closest companion and ally. They pull each other through the war, after which they get engaged, however it would be years before they get married. She goes off and studies medicine in her own right first, and is one of the first women in England to keep her maiden name as a professional name since it would be very confusing to have two “Dr Shelby”s working at the “Shelby Family Hospital”.

The war causes Tommy’s mental health to turn for the worse; he blames himself for everything that happens, every death, every injury, every ruined building in the city. He has plans of course, for evacuation, for rebuilding, but he doesn’t have the strength to carry them out. Guilt, fear and PTSD renders him incapable of most things, even of engaging with the general public - of being the Tommy Shelby the world, and especially the city knows and respects.

In this time, it is (Y/N) that holds him together, if so barely. She is the one behind the scenes, caring for him, caring for others, managing his housing project, that turned into a refugee project, but behind the scenes work is not good enough in a situation like this.

So Emma steps up.

And how she steps up! Having always been a charismatic, charming girl, she had grown into a confident young woman, adopting a signature red lipstick and matching red ribbon in her hair to keep it out of her face. It looks strange at first, but before long it is the single most recognisable style in the city.

Many people are sceptical about leaving their city homes for refuge in the country, but the Shelby name, the Peaky Blinder’s reach, Ada Thorne MP’s influence and Emma’s charm is enough to convince most, even if it means she has to go knocking from door to door.

It isn’t known how many lives they saved, but when the bombs fall on all industrial cities, a large part of Birmingham is already empty, having relocated to all those country mansions Tommy had bought up earlier.

Those are managed by (Y/N), while Emma becomes pivotal for moral and communication in the city. The Major, the MP, the Home Secretary and the War Minister, they are all well and good, but Miss Emma’s word is more often than not the deciding factor. This irks some of the old guard in the ministeries and when they send a young officer from an old family, to investigate, and to ensure that everything runs in the proper order of things while removing “that girl” without any official position from influence. The visit goes as bad as possible, and he makes an utter fool of himself, and has to eat his words within an hour of meeting her. Birmingham is a Shelby city, and he quickly learns that Emma’s word holds much more sway than any official piece of paper.

It is only incidental that he requests leave for a follow up and quickly puts in a recommendation to grant more power and presence to community leaders instead of solely to military officials in this city and others.

When he asked Emma if she would go dancing with him, she said she would only go if he could beat her in a horse race. In the end, after the war was done, she beat him at an embarrassing scale, and he lost his chance to take her dancing. So she took him instead.

The war turns Tommy into an old man. There is no other way to put it, and even after it is finally over, recovery is slow, but still he doesn’t want to let go of the reigns of the company completely.

Charlie was practically running the foundation and the take over was only a formality. He would expand the medical care for impoverished families, healthcare, medical research etc.

And Emma’s charm, people skills and general knowledge are decisive in shaping the company in a post WWII world. They mainly take on the task of rebuilding infrastructure, mainly housing, in the big cities. Before long, he realises that Emma has what it takes to lead the company with Ada. While he never leaves an advisory position, he keeps handing her more and more control. This happens due to his age, his trust in both of them, his acceptance that the world is changing too fast for even him to keep up and the arrival of his grandchildren, who keep him more than busy enough.

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Could you write a headcanon for Charlie FINALLY calling Y/N Mommy for TBITW thank you!

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Charlie calling the TBITW Reader Mummy + Emma calling Tommy Dad/Daddy from this ask

It starts one Sunday family breakfast- with Tommy back to work, he can't always stay behind that long but they always have breakfasts together on the weekends, when Charlie calls (Y/N) "Dearest."

It raises a few eyebrows but neither parent thinks much of it, but then he says it again and again until he calls her nothing but. They think it's a bit strange as it's not something they usually say, but Charlie seems rather keen. (Y/N) is "Dearest" now.

It's Ada who figures it out and slaps a copy of Little Lord Fountleroy on Tommy's office desk. In it, little Cedric doesn't call his mother Mommy or Mama, but "Dearest" instead.

It takes Tommy a few days to work up the courage to ask his son during one of their weekly horse rides, with Emma racing ahead. Charlie finally confessed that he didn't want to make Emma upset by calling her Mummy "Mummy" too- and that he was a bit scared that (Y/N) would say no if he asked her.

Tommy assures him that she would never say no and that he doesn't think Emma would mind. He himself thought he would mind, and a year ago he would have been livid at the thought of Charlie calling someone else that but since then, he had learned the difference between a Mother and a Mum, a Father and a Dad. Charlie having someone to call Mummy wouldn't diminish Grace. Besides it wouldn't really change anything, would it?

He goes with Charlie as moral support to ask Emma, who listens patiently as Charlie makes his whole little speech (including an unplanned promise that he'd always and forever give her half of his dessert which hadn't been previously discussed with Tommy)

But Emma said she didn't mind.

He says it for the first time two weeks later, during bedtime, after the goodnight kisses in the faintest of voices: "Goodnight, Mummy?"

The response of a simple "Good night, my darling!" Made him beam so brightly he could have lit up the night sky. Unfortunately, it also made him far too excited to go to sleep again and after half an hour, he climbed out of bed again. In the end, he wore his parents down and got to sleep in the big bed, and is the happiest boy in the whole wide world when he can say "Good morning, Mummy!" come morning.

It's different with Emma. Tommy caught her giggling after a meeting with Polly went wrong, imitating the way she had spat "Thomas!", at him, until he felt his face heat up

Then she asked him why he was called so many things. Her Mummy called him "Love" or "Darling", Charlie called him "Dad", Uncle Arthur and Auntie Ada called him "Tom", everyone called him "Tommy" and today Polly called him "Thomas."

He reminds her that there is no difference, really, between Thomas, Tommy and Tom as they are all nicknames. It would be like Emma, Emmy and Em with her.

She doesn't like Em, insisting she's too big to be called just Em. And she doesn't look like one either.

When she asks him what he would want Emma to call him, Tommy says whatever she wants.

"You look like a Tommy.", she announced, but on her way out, she took the measure of him.

"But I think I like Dad now."

With that she turned and ran before Tommy could even have the chance to comprehend, let alone react.

He has to take his glasses off so that they won't fog.

A few weeks later, at a family function after hearing her call him Dad, Linda reminds Emma with the widest smile that Tommy is not in fact her father

"So?", was all the response she got from an irritated Emma.

While Tommy only overheard it, he made sure the next part was heard by all, after purposefully moving to the other side of the room before calling out over everyone.

"Emmy, come here- Dad's got to show you something."

Bonus headcanon:

Emma switches from "Mummy" to Mum when she's about ten (apart from special occasions or incredibly emotionally distressing situations), but Charlie never switches.

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Headcanons for Arthur living a calm happy life in the country 💥💳💥💥💥💳💥💳😭

Arthur's life in the country ~ Headcanon

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Arthur doesn’t just pack up and move to the country. Instead, he takes a task from Tommy which is distributing some money to the widows of old comrades. She lives in a very rural place, barely a village, with lots of farms around.

Since it is so far away from everything else, she offers him some lunch, which he accepts. It is nothing special, nothing fancy, but honest food with vegetables that grew in the garden. He leaves.

When it is Autumn, he arrives one time to see them readying the garden for the winter months and Arthur decided to help out with some of the heavy lifting

As a thank you he receives a large basket of produce. Not the fancy expensive London kind Tommy and Polly like so much, but homemade.

From that point on, he is always asking if there are some things that need fixing or might need an extra hand, no matter with what. So instead of dropping off some money and only staying for a quick lunch, he starts to spend afternoons and dinners too before leaving

He isn’t hesitant to help out her neighbours too who are always grateful for an extra pair of hands.

They don’t know him, so they don’t know the weight his name carries, or of the bad deeds he felt weighing on him.

There is something about the physical work that calms him, it tires his muscles and soothes his mind, whether it is chopping wood, helping the neighbouring farmers with the heavy lifting, or something as menial as mashing strawberries for marmalade or planting vegetables. He even picks up woodcarving again on the days when there is less to do

It’s not profitable work, not really, but he can see the gains while he is working and that’s something. His hands create things now that are good, that are useful and the pride he feels from watching a seed he had placed grow into a plant that is able to carry fruit creates a feeling of satisfaction that is free from malice

Sure, it is quiet out there, less flashy, less noisy, but it had been such a long time since Arthur not only had the time but also the sense of safety and the inner calm to pick up a pencil again and attempt to draw.

That is an addiction all on its own.

Ada and Polly are suspicious, because this life is far from what they would ever desire and Tommy is not happy at all when Arthur announces that he will leave Birmingham for the country life.

But Arthur won’t let the teasing get through to him and in the end they have to accept it, his absence for most of the year, the old furniture that isn’t as comfortable as their own luxury chaise longues from Paris when they do come to visit, and the baskets of homegrown produce he always gives them

The demons still come for him from time to time, but he has learned quickly that he can chase them away with things other than whisky, snow or fighting. Instead, he can go out and cut down a tree, chopping it down to firewood, or by building a shed. There is always work to be done out here, and by the time the exhaustion settles in his body, his terrors have melted away.

It is a simple life, one void of ambition and while some jokes may remain, there are nights in which Tommy feels more envious of his brother than ever before, while he is sitting in a rocking chair at a fireplace burning wood he had chopped and dried, eating biscuits who had been freshly made and whose smell fill the whole house, who is no longer afraid of falling asleep to the sound of knitting needles, knowing he’d be woken by the sun and the sound of birds chirping.

It is a simple life, yes, but it is also a good one.

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Touch ~ Aemond Targaryen x Reader Headcanon (Fluff)

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Warnings: Aemond being touch starved, he is a simp in denial, mention of bad parenting, CSA (canon confirming) , mental self punishment, body issues, use of slur against people with disability

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Aemond has grown to understand that physical touch is shown little more regard than an absolute necessity.

His mother, who had found little joy in her children when they were infants, had only built a relationship with them when they could walk and talk, so neither party ever really got used to it. Her embraces were few and far between and more often than not were poisoned with fear and sadness.

Helaena had never been comfortable with touch, and Aemond had grown to be content without it. Their relationship was build on love and trust, not mere touch.

He did not remember his father’s touch apart from the harsh grip on his jaw, forcing him to look up, angrily demanding answers.

When he thought of Aegon in connection with touch, he thought only of the time his brother had forced touch upon him, unwanted and untrue, given under the enticement of money that years after still made him feel filthy.

Needless to say that after the loss of his eye, he had grown ever more mistrusting of touch. He knew what his maiming meant. It had gained him a dragon and made him a cripple.

So the only touch that remained to him was in the practice yard, coming from blows with the practice sword or the hand of a sparring partner helping him up. It was a harsh, rough touch, but at least a true one.

Aemond had always been content with that. Rather little touch, than an uncomfortable, untrue and unwanted one.

That was until he received yours.

It was done in passing, an unthinking motion in which you did as little as give his hand or arm a little squeeze in thanks, or maybe in wishing him good fortune, and then you were off before he had time to even think of a reaction.

Since it was only such a little, fleeting gesture it wasn’t nearly enough to be improper, but at the same time it hadn’t been necessary to your interaction either.

You hadn’t asked something of him. You hadn’t feared for him, not that you had reason to, you were a practical stranger. You hadn’t been desperate for comfort and neither had he. You’d just touched him.

It left him torn between disgust and confusion. Why would you do that? Was it a foolish attempt to charm him? Was it mockery? Or maybe it was a fulfilment of a bet or even worse, the payment of a wager you’d lost?

There was nothing Aemond hated more than ridicule and if it was in fact that, he’d see you banished from court. If it was some lewd attempt, he’d see you out himself. He knew his brother after all, and he would not see his sister being dishonoured with one of her ladies in waiting.

So he watches. And he sees that you like to laugh and to spread laughter. And it is a common thing for you to reach out to the person next to you as if you physically share the joy you felt. When you reach for Helaena’s arm, she flinches away. You are startled at first, and never attempt it again, although - and for that he is strangely grateful - you still include her in your whispers and giggles, even if they don’t amuse Helaena half as much as they do you and the other ladies.

You didn’t mind touching arms and hands and shoulders. You patted old Lord Redwyne on his shoulder while you helped him sit, when you are out and about with other Ladies in Waiting, you link arms and hold hands easily, and you even offered Larys Strong your arm when he took a flight of stairs which was more daring than most Ladies of the Court did.

So maybe it wasn’t malicious. Maybe it was just…a touch.

That could have been - probably even should have been - the end of it, until after he had overdone it at the practise yard, when before he had taken Vhagar out to fly, taking out his anger and frustration while sparring all day long until not only his muscles ached, but he also felt a strain in the palm of his hand and his wrist whenever he tried to move. Undoubtedly he had gripped the sword to tightly, but while he was quite successful at concealing it from all others, with his hands behind his back, Helaena noticed him rubbing his palm with his thumb in an attempt to soothe.

He assured her that it was fine but she beckoned for you almost at once: “Do that thing you did for old Lady Redwyne, please?”

Aemond was sure whatever service you had provided for old Lady Redwyne was not one he needed in the slightest, but he wasn’t about to disrespect his sister and so he begrudgingly allowed you to take his hand and inspect it.

Before long you were rambling on about how it was quite common for people that work too hard, that it was something you saw in your sister, who adored gardening as a pastime. He didn’t care to respond but instead focussed on anything but the warmth of your hand under his, the softness, which felt almost wrong against his calloused skin and the determination as they began to rub and stroke the ailing limb.

The pain soon faded and as soon as you released his hand, he clasped it behind his back as if he had burned himself. Your instruction, to rest that hand and not overexert it any time soon, was given to him directly, without avoiding his gaze or scurrying away.

Since Helaena had asked you to, it was not of your own volition it didn’t hold any relevance, not even when you passed each other in the hall a few days later and you inquired after his hand, even going so far as to ask to see it, making him remove his glove for your inspection. You had no reason to do that.

Aemond soon realised by being in the proximity of you, which was mostly, as a Lady in Waiting around his mother and Helaena, he would be in the reach of your touches, even if they were mostly slight. He wouldn’t demean himself by pretending to have a sore hand again. That sort of behaviour, thirsting shamelessly for attention, was something his brother would do, not him.

But there were times when situations presented themselves, like that time there was some silly parade for traders and fishermen and the whole court had to attend on barges in the harbour, which meant they had to get off of them and onto dry ground as well. He was the one to help Helaena on and off because he was one of the few people she felt comfortable touching, and so he remained in place for all the others to come and go as well. You give his gloved hand a small squeeze as you thank him, as he wondered if he shouldn't rather have left the lamb skin leather in his drawer for once.

They were all fleeting, benign, meaningless, but since they were nothing out of the ordinary, nothing you didn’t show everyone else, Aemond knew they were true.

And he finds something alluring in that, soothing even, and something he did not expect. It made him more uncertain than it should

Before, he used to loathe the court occasions entirely. The loud feasts with the thick smells, boisterous laughter and the dancing had never been for him. You enjoy enjoy the dances, though, and you did have a rather foolish tendency to overdo it each and every time. He’d notice the little signs even before you did, or you chose to ignore them, and would know just when your feet and your shoes became too painful. Soon he could pinpoint the exact moment you would reluctantly decide to call it a night and he would, coincidentally of course, happen to find himself in the proximity of your mortal enemy after a night of dancing: the long, wiery staircase.

You were always more than grateful for the helping hand and thanked him endlessly before and after the two of you reached the top of the stairs.

Ever the dutiful, Aemond makes sure not to grip your hand too tightly, always offering the perfect level of security, and sometimes, if you are particularly wobbly on your aching feet, he will switch hands and place the other on the small of your back. He couldn’t have you slipping and tumbling down, now, could he?

It was nothing, and yet the warmth of your hands, the glint in your eyes, the little wrinkles that appeared whenever you smiled, those were the little rewards he claimed for himself after enduring yet another one of these farcical events.

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Peaky Blinders ~ Skiing Headcanons

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Skiing, to Tommy, is something he is desperate to try it out for himself and his family as soon as he comes into some money. Especially when he realises that practically every other MP goes skiing at least once a year, he knows he has to go and has to learn

So he packs in the family and up the mountain they go

Esme

Why start with Esme, you ask? Well, because she is an excellent skier. She has been skiing with her brothers and sisters since she could remember, not on the slopes in some ski resort, no. They’d climb up the mountains, camp there and then ski down with some old pair of skies through forests and terrain, so it’s backcountry for her always

So she has a huge advantage on all of her family members and enjoys it a lot.

It takes her a while to get to the grip with carving skies and she doesn’t like the lifts. Climbing up is half the fun, to her at least. She repeats that every time the lift slows down or stops for a moment

Normal pistes are too boring for her, and she always dodges out the sides

Her ski gear is a mix and match of state of the art equipment and age old gloves and hats that look like they’ve been in use forever.

Refuses to wear a helmet.

John

Straightlines until he absolutely has to break, reaching dangerous speeds

Otherwise no technique or rhythm. But he has great fun doing it.

Usually tries to follow Esme into the unsecured terrain and does shockingly well for his skill level

Is often seen in and around the fun parks because while he can’t really ski, he loves jumping and trying out tricks with the children, who all ski better than him

Falls a lot, but always gets up

Arthur

Tries

He tries so hard and does his best.

Is often skiing with his arms spread out, legs too wide apart and poles clutched as he repeats all the instructions to himself.

While he manages to turn and go slow, he isn’t good at stopping, usually crashing into other people, poles, fences, trees, piles of snow or landing on his arse, while loudly apologising to everyone in area

He has a proper ski jacket and gloves, wears a helmet and goggles, but an old fashioned scarf that flatters behind him and so he gets both a runny nose and a sunburn

Looks a bit silly, but all the kids love him because he is the one who pulls their sledges up the slopes once the lifts are closed for some after hours fun

He also lets them bombard him with snow balls

Also always tries to take pictures of everyone on the slopes and ends up with freezing hands

Has dropped gloves or poles on ski lifts at least a dozen times

Finn

The best skier of the brothers

Was young enough when they started to go skiing to learn it properly, and so is actually technically quite good

Considers switching to snowboard for the longest time

Likes the fun parks and the race tracks

Michael

Went on a skiing school trip once and had already learned the basics

Switches to snowboard with Finn in their late teens and they learn together

Both get good quick and go off on their own (often with Isaiah)

Is less fond of the tricks but really likes starting at the highest possible point to get the longest runs

They are the most likely to fall out of lifts because they mess about

Linda

Is a decent skier

Sometimes, she skies in curves on the cat tracks/ connection trails and those places that are completely flat and makes it everyone else’s problem

Snaps at everyone for slaloming in lifts, or not placing their skies on the bars in others

Scorns the idea of going off piste, jumping, spraying snow on purpose etc

Ada

Went on a work trip to an indoor ski center with the library colleagues once and so she knew some things

Gets herself her own instructor and gets pretty decent, but doesn’t go beyond red runs, and never goes off piste or jumps

Has matching clothes with Polly

Usually skies for about an hour/an hour and a half in the morning, then goes to join Polly, and then for another hour or two in the afternoon

Polly

Doesn’t ski

Instead, she stays at the most expensive ski restaurant on the slopes modelling the most luxurious winter outfits, complete with sunglasses as she lounges in the sun and watches the others ski

Looks absolutely stunning while doing so

She also goes through Aperol Spritz by the liter as she watches the others

Later, when the kids are around, she makes them show up at the restaurant at 11:00 sharp, for hot chocolate and a refreshment of sunscreen, as well as a change of balaclava and scarves, then at 13:00 for lunch, at 15:00 for final check up before the run

If any of the kids falls or gets tired, they know they can stay with Aunt Pol

Grace

Proclaims she is an excellent skier

Chooses the ski resort for Tommy, and refuses to borrow skies, poles and shoes and so he buys her ones matching her (rumoured even more expensive than Polly’s) ski jacket. Under it she wears a cashmere turtleneck

Is actually a capable skier. Unfortunately she falls on the first day and demands to be taken down in the ski lift

Is never seen on the slopes again

Lizzie

Has never skied before, and because she starts at a later age, she is a little more fearful

However she is eager to learn and so she signs up for an adult group beginners class and likes the group atmosphere

She isn’t a natural but she tries and is receptive to feedback so after a week she is pretty decent and can get down the blue and reds safely, all be it slowly

Needs help in the lifts but is so grateful the lifties all know her by sight and are eager to help her out

On the following holiday, she signs up again, and this time Arthur joins too

She stops when she gets exhausted as she doesn’t want to injure herself, and avoids the steeper parts, as well as the bad weather

She loves being out in the fresh air though and often takes walks in the area surrounding it

Later in life, she picks up cross-country skiing and sticks with it for as long as she can

Charlie and Ruby

Both learn as young children, looking adorable in their little ski suits and helmets

Since they are so young and fearless, they become great skiers

At 10, Ruby announces that she wants to learn snowboarding, but has to wait until she is 13 and then is only allowed after at least a day or two of skiing to make sure she is still good at it

She absolutely loves it and also likes a bit of back.country snowboarding

Charlie is sometimes jealous, but he prefers skis and often goes slower than he can to make sure everyone in the family can keep up

Tries to help Arthur with his technique

And of course…

Tommy

He buys expensive set of pitch black ski clothes, trousers, jacket, underwear, gloves etc. The only thing he forgoes are the ski goggles - because he claims he doesn’t need them. The snow proves him wrong and so he has to go buy one at the local store, which he feels is humiliating

Of course, Tommy Shelby can’t embassass himself on the slopes and so he hires a private teacher for lessons far away from the rest of the family, although he is fairly certain he can do well since he’s researched it

Well, research only goes so far

Lets just say he is not a natural at all. He lacks the patience, he lacks the resistance against the cold and truth be told he lacks the desire to put some wood on his feet and go down a snowed up mountain.

He doesn’t understand anyone’s fascination with it

If he does ski, once he has the basics under his belt, he tries to do it away from the rest of his family because he knows he will never live it down

At first, only Ada knows how poor a skier her brother really is (and that he usually only goes and sits in one of the smaller ski huts and works as long as the wifi holds)

Later, Lizzie sometimes skies with him. If they are far behind everyone else, she takes the blame for it but by then they all know that she’s a decent skier

He hates it, he hates the cold and the fact that he can’t open his eyes without sunglasses or ski goggles. He hates the wind and the fact that his knees and his back hurt

But by the time he has to admit defeat before the mountain, he has to admit that his family loves their annual skiing trips and so, to his regret, he has to pencil in the next one

He ends up joining Lizzie in cross country for a day or two per holiday, although his bad lungs make it tricky for him to keep up but she slows down for him.

Since he likes the quiet and the nature, he soon looks forward to the cross country trips with Lizzie

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