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irenethewoman · 7 months

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Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 8 - Leverage

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In September 1919, Birmingham, Ada eloped with Sean while nobody was home, wearing her wedding dress.

I received this news from the owner of the flower shop. Everyone in Birmingham knew I was from the Shelby family, but they also felt that I didn't fit in with the Shelby family - because of my Chelsea accent, because I didn't like conflicts, and because I always paid my dues. They were my informants, and they would tell me things they wouldn't dare say to other Shelbys when I "casually" chatted with them.

What did Ada see in Sean? She's now like a troublesome rebellious teenager, ignorant of the hardships of life, just enjoying defying authority, and willing to give up everything for her so-called love. But what about her lover? He can't even take care of himself, let alone her and their child. What about their future? Love? Where is a future without bread?

I tried to restrain my scowl and bid farewell to the flower shop owner.

I walked impatiently through the streets, trying to find any trace Ada might have left behind.

But I stumbled upon someone unexpected, Grace, the bartender at Garrison's.

She should have stayed at the bar…

I saw her tracking a man, so I changed my target and followed her cautiously.

Bright golden hair, a striking red jacket. I don't know where the police found this spy, and they didn't even bother with a disguise.

I muttered to myself, pushing down my black-brimmed hat.

This is… Small Heath, where the Irish Republican Army hides. I hesitated whether to continue. Even their leader knows me and knows I'm from the Shelby family. But it's best not to stir up any more trouble here, for now. We don't want to fall out with the IRA just yet.

But thankfully, the man disappeared in front of a shabby house. Then the female spy approached without any suspicion…

I hid behind the rubble and watched them tussle. MI6 is done for, that was my first thought. A gunshot brought me back to reality. The blonde woman had killed the man she was tracking. It was almost comical how shaky she was. She couldn't even hold the gun properly, and she wanted to be a spy?

But this was good leverage. After all, the Cheltenham races were coming up soon.

I smirked, clapped my hands, and stepped out from my hiding place.

"Look, there's a frightened little kitten here."

Grace pointed her gun at me in panic. "Who are you?"

"Why did you kill him?" I wasn't going to take off my hat here and let the Small Heath people see my face. I pretended to raise my hands and walked towards the corpse, examining the wound. It was an accidental discharge; you could tell. Her nerves were shot, and she wanted to be a spy?

"But this is a good leverage." After all, the Cheltenham races were coming up soon.

She hesitated. I pressed on.

"This is Fenian territory. They don't even like the police meddling here. Where did you come from? You know they prefer to deal with murderers themselves. What are you doing here with a gun? Waiting for them to trace the bullets on the body back to you?"

"I'm different. I'm a Shelby."

She compromised, and we walked to a quiet corner. She handed me the gun, and I handed her my hat. Then I watched her take off her coat and put on my hat. I gave her the directions and left.

I shook my black hair and looked down at the pocket watch that had fallen from her. Inside was her photo.

"What a fool." She had blonde hair, and I had black hair. Even if we wore the same hat, it wouldn't hide that. When she had completely disappeared from my sight, I stuck my head out to make sure no one was around, then calmly walked out, using her coat and pocket watch to soak up the blood from the body.

I pretended to have just discovered the body, pinched my thigh hard enough to make myself cry, and shouted, "Dead body!"

"A blonde woman… she killed someone… I was just looking for my sister and happened to hear gunshots… she pushed me down and threatened me with a gun, took my hat, and ran away."

I trembled, and someone helped me up from the ground. Most of the people here knew me, even the Irish Republicans. "She's a Shelby."

Perfect, that's what I needed. Let them recognize me so that I can distance Garrison's from the Shelbys.

The people here gave me a glass of whiskey, asked a few questions, and then let me go.

Acting is exhausting.

I walked through the eyes of the Fenian Club members.

When I returned to the betting office, Tommy told me about Ada.

I poured myself a drink and listened quietly.

I really didn't want to get involved. I was afraid I would shoot Ada's bastard of a husband in anger and then have to tie her back.

After he finished, I poured Tommy a drink and then took his cigarette and extinguished it.

"You have blood on you," he said, pointing to my skirt.

"Yeah." I smirked and proudly showed him my trophies - a ladies' pistol and a bloody pocket watch.

"Our barmaid, you know, I've never liked her, but she's a dangerous one, Tommy. She killed a man in Small Heath. It's all hers."

"They're Campbell's people." Tommy looked at the things on the table thoughtfully.

I nodded and sat at the edge of the table, playing with his tie. "I think so. Remember the police robbery last month? It didn't go to Garrison's. I suspect Campbell ordered it for her."

"Cheltenham races must be careful of her," I warned him. "She accidentally fired today, don't push her too hard. I'm afraid she'll cause trouble."

"When necessary, use the charm offensive…" I muttered quietly. It was frustrating, Miss Turner, to approve of your young prince selling his charms.

He heard my last words and laughed.

"Today Billy Kimber told me to bring the barmaid. He praised her beauty. And now I'm just glad I didn't let Billy Kimber see you."

"You should change your name, goddess of hunting." Tommy held me and kissed me. "My Athena."

It seemed he wasn't satisfied from last night.

"At least not here, please, Tommy… I'm afraid I'll have a phobia about this table." I held my face in my hands. "There are still people outside…"

Protests were in vain, but now there was an extra coat between me and the table.

Tommy bought Garrison's from Arthur.

"Arthur isn't the only one who's depressed," I kissed Tommy's face, "my little prince has that right too."

He just looked at me without saying a word.

I meant it. I didn't want him to be so tired, to keep everything to himself, to treat everything as his responsibility. I wanted him to talk to me about his troubles, his anger, not just the business problems I happened to encounter. I was willing to help him, to be with him forever.

Danny, the high-velocity shell, knocked on the door while I was still sleeping next to Tommy.

"Gosh…" I rubbed my eyes. Tommy signaled that I didn't need to get up

, and he opened the door and went downstairs with Danny.

I just stared at the ceiling.

Every time it was like this, as long as I slept next to Tommy and he woke me up, I couldn't sleep anymore.

But he came back soon.

I asked him what happened, but he didn't answer, just held me. So we sat there in silence until I thought he had fallen asleep. Then he spoke.

"I think I should thank Finn properly for bringing you to me."

Looking at those loving blue eyes, I was puzzled. "What?"

"The Irish initially suspected that the Peaky Blinders had killed him, but because of your intervention, they are convinced it's a police spy." He kissed me. "Danny told me that the Irish are angry, believing that the government they were negotiating peace with is a bunch of liars. And they are willing to pay a high price to anyone for the missing weapons. They'll come to Birmingham after I return from the races."

"That's good news." Even though I had anticipated all this, I was still happy to see Tommy's smile, which I hadn't seen for a long time.

"There's another piece of news, Dani." Thomas held my face and looked into my eyes. "Your grandfather is looking for you."

"Looking for me? Is the sun going to rise from the west tomorrow morning?" I scoffed.

My grandfather was good to me before. But that was when my father, Lord Charles Turner, was still alive. When the Turner family's affairs became known to the whole of London, he didn't lend a hand when my uncle, who had barely escaped, begged him for help. Instead, he had me, who had barely escaped, sent back to 10 King's Road, London.

I was still lying next to Tommy, and he was holding me, but we both spent a sleepless night.

I slept through until Thomas came back from the races.

"How did it go?" Long hours of sleep made me feel dizzy, lying on the bed and not wanting to move, just lifting my head to ask him.

"She bit Kimber." Thomas sat beside me, playing with my hair. "Before her gun went off, I took her away."

"How did you manage that?"

"The Irish should understand Kimber's position. She's a police officer." Thomas stroked my back. "He didn't want to go against the police, so he handed her over to me, giving me a certificate to legally manipulate the races."

"It's okay. One step at a time."

Our goal, of course, is more than that. Kimber's legal certificate? If that's all we need, we should have wagged our tails like puppies a long time ago, and Tommy wouldn't have let Arthur beat the Li family members to a pulp.

We don't seek peace or surrender; we only seek cooperation.

Since one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.

Then we'll replace Billy Kimber.

#cillian murphy #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #fanfiction #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic

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oops-i-accidentally · 9 months

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Ruins of the Mad King Pt.3 - The Pawns

What D&D game is complete without the main characters? This game has six players altogether, all except one of whom were the players of the first game as well. They’re credited with their characters, as well as having small descriptions of the characters themselves.

Dover Yenwrick - Emmett (@salmonandsoup on tumblr/twitter/insta)

Neutral good goliath, aberrant mind sorcerer/watchers paladin Dover is a goliath from the frozen mountain ranges of Bruyc Sharia, belonging to his nomadic family the Yenwricks. When Dover was ten, his family found and adopted a little aasimar girl named Zaharel, who was lost and half-dead in the woods. The two became the closest of friends, true brother and sister, and she was there for him throughout years of abuse at the hands of his step-aunt under the guise of therapy. When Dover was 15, he was attacked by a wild boar during a hunt-- he nearly died, but woke his innate magical capabilities at the same time. Zaharel was there to heal him, though his face was forever scarred, but she left soon after, claiming to be searching for a labyrinth that haunted her dreams and what she believed to be Mortos within. Time passed and the two were reunited; Dover as a butcher of animals, and Zaharel as The Right Hand of Mortos. He joined the Church at her behest, working under her and doing her dirty work as the inquisition took charge. Now he hunts a cult leader that fled Bruyc Sharia, intent on taking Edran Trist's life no matter what.

Junodius - Dante (@kotilae on tumblr)

Chaotic neutral tiefling, wild card rogue Juno is a tiefling originally raised in the Hells with his twin, Jynkalkus (Jynx), by their incubus father, Dharlynx, and multiple succubus aunts. Though they shared as happy a childhood as one could have in the Hells, Dharlynx decided to leave the twins to experience life and grow in the mortal world. When they were fifteen, the twins were left to fend for themselves in Edsemara, Pru Shain-- lucky for them, both the twins have always had an affinity for thievery. After a few years of living on the streets, the twins joined the criminal organization The Faceless Ones, in which Jynx started climbing the ranks while Juno engaged in a life of hedonism and debauchery. It came as a surprise to him when Jynx killed the leader of The Faceless Ones and took his place, taking Juno with them as one of their closest employees. Now he works cases for his boss The Red Death, currently on the mission of locating a runaway.

Edran Trist - Jaden (@flowercrownknight on tumblr)

Neutral good drow, drakewarden ranger Edran Trist (or Fenian, to those who don't know him) is a man on the run. Raised in the Followers of the Lost Eye, a cult in the countryside of Bruyc Sharia dedicated to the worship and return of the Broken One, led by his parents. When he was a small child he was gifted the egg of a bismuth dragon, which hatched into Edran's companion (and now boyfriend), Enniarth (Enni). When he was nine years old his mother put him through a ritual in which his eye was taken, and accidentally instilled a dream of running away one day. Years later he finally got his chance, escaping the cult with Enni and fleeing south into Allismoor. Now he is hunted both by his family and the agents of the Church of Mortos, who aim to kill him for his unwanted fate of taking over the Cult of the Lost Eye one day.

Argus Lykaon - Kyle (@/KyleLockeVA on twitter)

Chaotic neutral aasimar, vengeance paladin Argus is someone who has always known life to be a fight. He grew up on the dangerous streets of Andabria, the capital city of Allismoor, as an orphan who was forced to a life of crime in order to survive. It was when he was ten that he met Augi Brightforge, the captain of the royal guard, who saw promise in this young boy and adopted him as his son. As Argus was trained in the order of knights that served King Faustus, he grew close with the four royal children and even ended up getting a childhood crush on Faustus' daughter and heir, Clytemnestra. He was 18 when the rebellion happened, which resulted in the deaths of the royal children he had grown up with; deaths at the hands of the riots for Clytemnestra and her brother, while the other two were beheaded next to their father at the hands of Augi's close friend, Desius Sanga. After Augi was killed soon after by Sanga on a false charge of treason, Argus fled and started living on the streets once again. It was there he got word of a new, growing rebellion against the new tyrant, called the Order of the Radiant Wolf, and quickly committed himself to their cause.

Vineeta Keswani - Sidd (@/RonkuSide on twitter)

True neutral yuan-ti, life cleric Vineeta was once on the run. She was raised for a short time in Edsemara, Pru Shain with a number of other orphans, until she met a man known as Albion Arant. Albion was a man of infamy, it being well known that he was the founder and leader of a feared criminal organization known as the Faceless Ones. She was adopted by Arant, who took a liking to her spunky personality-- or saw a worthy challenge in breaking her. From then on she was raised not as his daughter, but as his tool. She gained the title of The Scaled Reaper, a feared assassin working for the Faceless Ones, and exceled in her work. Because of her close relationship to Arant, when Jynkalkus committed their coup Vineeta was marked as one of Arant's supporters and an attempt on her life was made. She managed to escape into the desert as she bled out, luckily being saved by a nomadic healer named Heveria, who nursed Vineeta back to health and offered her refuge from those who would try to hurt her. Vineeta lived with Heveria for a few years, learning the trade of being a cleric, before heading out on her own to try and help others like Heveria once helped her.

Fylson Zylven - Lance (Not on any social media)

Chaotic good gnome, satire bard Fylson has lived a long life. Born before the apocalypse, he's traveled the globe as an adventurer, a bard, and a jester. His time of adventuring was relatively short lived, after which he started seeking employment for his musical prowess. He found his first job in a royal court at the behest of a young Clemara Cleo, still a princess and yet to ascend to the title of Storm Queen. She took him on countless dangerous adventures on the waves, both as her bard and as her friend. After an incident where he died to a sea serpent but was brought bac after the young girl killed it he took his leave of her employment, instead traveling inland. This was just in time, for the apocalypse struck not soon after. He survived when so many didn't, continuing his endless journey, until after a number of years he found himself as the court jester in King Faustus' court. There he met his wife, a half-orc woman named Tamraghi who worked in the royal guard under Augi Brightforge. There he was happy for near a decade, until the rebellion formed. He thought that he had been marked as a sympathizer of the king and for such a crime, was to be killed-- except he didn't realize Tamraghi was part of the rebellion, and was safe because of that. He fled without a word to his wife, after which his paranoia caused him to spiral. He sent her the documents for divorce before continuing on his journey, without ever looking back (or so he would like to say).

With these six, the pieces are laid out and the play set to begin. Though they may not realize it at first, all stray souls meeting for a night out of pure coincidence, the eyes that have turned on them will not let them leave as easily as they might like. They can only hope that all turns out in the mortal’s favor on the gamble they’ll be shoved into.

All art done by @kotilae!

#ruins of the mad king #ruins #dnd #d&d 5e #homebrew #vibrating to yell more #i love them all very much #they are all very stupid but doing their bests

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knightsheart-if · 1 year

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oscar short story #1

He remembers the day they met so clearly. It was the day of the celebration of the Earth and the kingdoms of Vol and Fenia had reunited in pseudo peace. No fighting, no death, only a week of drinking and contests. It was his first time attending…well, as crown prince that is. Back when he lived on the streets of Irilem, Oscar lived for the moments where the streets would be set a light and flowers bloomed from the windows of every house in every neighbourhood. From the pretentiously rich mansions that loom over the docks to the broken down huts that lined the alley ways, never was a flower not seen.

Even though he had lived poorly, he had never felt like an outsider then. He grew up away from the spotlight, unknowingly being a bastard for a major part of his life. In that time, people welcomed and embraced him as their own little troublemaker. He’s never had to worry about losing this feeling of community, until the king claimed him as his own.

It’s…awkward, being surrounded by people who are either not from his kingdom or those who hadn’t even left Vol castle. There’s a…feeling of coldness, both in the sense that neither the soldiers of Vol or Fenia seem to like each other and that the location everyone was stationed at was numbingly cold. The morning frost stuck to his coat, with droplets slowly reaching the grass below.

In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have stood under that tree for too long.

He looked around, taking note of the differences between forces. The Vol soldiers wore chainmail and carried iron shields, while the Fenian Soldiers wore light fabric tunics with ranks differentiated by colour. Both kingdoms banners hung highly over their respective camps, their colours enchanted to stay so vibrant. Musicians had begun to prepare their songs, traders and artisans followed suit with their stalls while knights set up goal posts and games for everyone.

It’s…somewhat overwhelming. He hid behind his father, his anxiety getting the best of him. His father looked down at him and laughed, his whole body shaking along with him. “You’re made of sturdier stuff Oscar. These guys can’t hurt you.”

The king looked toward the main Fenian camp and smiled. Oscar had been told to not judge a book by its cover ever since he was young, but…the Fenian royals looked as cold as he’s been told they were. King Dacian’s eyes were cold, in sharp contrast to how he otherwise looked. Roughly waved red hair that shielded his face, his sharp cheekbones made him look like an experienced, if not terrifying, warrior king.

So naturally, his son only shares his blue, stoic eyes. With short black hair that covers his ears and round cheeks that seem to pop out, he is the mere opposite looking of his father. Yet, they still shared that same detached look. They didn’t want to be here, that much was obvious.

He shivered as they approached, crawling deeper into his father’s cape. The Fenian king took note and smirked. “Has your son inherited your cowardice, Revis?”

“Everyone would be afraid to look at you, Dacian.”

The two looked at each other intensely, before breaking down into laughter. Despite their two kingdoms constantly fighting, there wasn’t enough bad blood for the two kings to stop their friendship. Seeing them act in such a friendly way made Oscar wonder why they were even fighting in the first place. Maybe it’s an honour thing or something.

“You should introduce yourself,” his father told him, nudging him towards the other prince. “I’d like for you to get along.”

King Dacian does the same thing, guiding his son towards him. “It’ll do well to know the next king. Go on.”

They both moved in sync, face to face. It's intimidating staring at the crown prince of Fenia, but he can’t help but admit that the prince is quite pretty. His eyes in particular were, as observed before, a stunning blue, but…there was something else to them. Something quite otherworldly. He couldn’t help but hesitate when introducing this himself after looking in such eyes.

“‘m…Oscar.”

He gets stared at for a moment, even more so than before. It’s becoming overwhelming, very quickly.

“Crown prince Oran of Fenia, blessed by the Mother, kissed by the ocean.”

Oscar remembered that Fenia, unlike Vol, has great reverence for the Gods of Hollas, with the Mother Goddess having a temple in their castle. Things are different in Vol; they have respect for their gods, but they don’t dedicate time to them. When he was living on the streets, he never saw someone pray before. Things changed when he entered the castle, where he met his sister.

“By the way, you should also introduce yourself using your title, lest people take you for someone lesser.”

He felt his anger flare at these words, but he respected his fathers words to get along. Even if he had to deal with the insults. “Sorry, hard to use a title I only got last week.”

“It’s alright,” Oran said, the corner of his lips turning upright, “I can’t expect a tramp to teach their son manners after all.”

This isn’t the first time he’s heard his mother referred to as such. From the guards inside the castle to the maids gossiping in the kitchens, it’s nothing new. Heck, he’s even heard it from his eldest siblings! But he’s never had the power to do anything about them. As painful as it is to hear his mother, his beautiful mother who raised and protected him, being slandered, there was nothing he could do.

Until now.

His fist left his side and slammed into Oran’s cheek. Oran fell over with a cry, body landing on soft, wet grass. Oscar looked over him, rage filling his eyes. Status be damned, no one would get away with mocking his mother and to an extent, him.

“Shut up! Shut up…” He cried out, a lot of his energy evaporating from his body. “Say whatever you want about me, but leave her alone. Just leave her alone…”

He couldn’t bear the shame of the kings of Hollas looking at him so he ran, ran into the forest and away from the colourful celebrations and musical fiasco. The deep green carried him in and dragged him into the comforting flora and fauna until he reached a lake. He knelt by the water and looked at himself: red, puffy faced and bruised knuckles. It’s admittedly not a good look for a crown prince.

The place he landed himself is quite beautiful. A clear pool of water surrounded by budding lilies and calm deer. Trees surrounded the meadow, shying it away from attention, but also complimenting its hidden beauty. His fingertips reached out and brushed against the refreshing touch of the water.

“It’s nice here, innit?”

A voice surprised him and he jumped, water splashing in his face. The voice laughed and a figure sat beside him, “Sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t mean to spook ya!”

It turned out to be a boy, around his age with bright, blonde, curly hair and his skin a healthy tan colour. Meanwhile, his eyes were…indescribable. In some lights, they were blue while in others, light pink. Maybe in truth, they were a mix of both. Either way, this boy made him nervous and got his anxiety playing up. He noticed and said, “I should probably introduce myself huh? I’m Coby! Kissed by the ocean!”

Ah, he’s Fenian. He reached over to Oscar’s hand and gently touched it. A blast of calmness flowed through his body and he exhaled deeply. It felt…relaxing. Like being caressed gently all over by waves of water. Oscar looked at Coby and said, “Thank you, sir.”

“You don’t have to call me that! We’re the same age, y’know? We should speak on the same terms!” Coby said, looking at Oscar with sparkles. Oscar smiled, feeling more at ease with someone who considers him a true equal, rather than one who looks down at him. This did make him curious about one thing however

“How did you do that?” Oscar asked. Coby hummed and slid off his boots, soaking his feet into the lake. He said, “Do you know what an empath is, Oscar?”

Oscar shaked his head. While magic is quite common in the farmlands and around the docks, it was nothing that involved influencing the mind or body. The most common would be summoning spells, used mostly for contacting demons to do odd jobs and the like. “I’ve heard of them, but I’ve never met one before you.”

“Well, then you’ll have heard that we can sense emotions! The stronger they are, the more they stand out to us. And like I did before, I can also influence emotions. Sorry about not asking you earlier.”

Coby looked apologetic, his face looking quite like a puppy. Oscar is easy to forgive because he doesn’t want to lose a new friend when he just made one. Especially one that’s been able to calm his nerves easily. He said, “Nah, you helped me out. I can forgive that.”

He got a beaming smile in response and it made him nervous, but happy. People around him hesitate to give him any attention, to give him any sort of positive reinforcement. Instead, he gets scolded, yelled at and chased away from a home that was promised to him. He hates it; he wishes he wasn’t a prince, he wishes he could stay as the little dock boy that he grew up as. But reality doesn’t care for what he wants, it doesn’t care about anything that isn’t happening.

A silence roamed around as Oscar and Coby sat side by side, feet dangling in the water. It’s not an awkward atmosphere; rather, it’s comfortable enough that Oscar was happy enough to wait for Coby to say anything. And he did. “So, where are you from Oscar? If you feel comfortable answering.”

“Irilem, the big dock city in Vol.” It’s not the biggest city in Vol, but it certainly has the advantage of the sea. Travellers from different continents arrive at the city, offering trading and other cultural exchanges. Nobles also come through that port to get to Vol castle, showing off to everyone who can see. Oscar used to visit the docks just to see them and watch as money and trinkets get stolen away from them.

Coby’s eyes lit up and said with excitement in his voice, “You lived near the sea?! Oh wow! I live in the Cala islands! It’s not as exciting as Irilem, but we do practise pearl farming! Sometimes we go deep diving and we’re able to meet merfolk! I even saw Goddess Ceti one time! That’s how I got my mantle, y’know? Kissed by the ocean? Isn’t that cool?!”

Oscar’s awed, not just because his new friend met a goddess, but also that someone was so eager to talk to him so energetically. “Really?! Wow, I wish I could go there, but…”

“Huh? But you’re a prince! You can go anywhere!”

“But…aren’t both kingdoms fighting?”

Coby looked at him with confusion. Oscar looked back.

“Didn’t you know? The kings have decided to end all fighting. We’re at peace now.”

#ro: oscar #a knight's heart #knights heart if #ch: coby #ro: oran #that took a lot out of me #jfc past tense is hard for me i need to practice more #it definitely needs polishing #and it will when i add it in a more interactive form for the game

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milkywaybottles · 2 years

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The Way Things Were | Tommy Shelby x Reader

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Chapter 2: A Warm Welcome

You tsked, carefully wrapping up Arthur's finger to a splint. Polly's gaze was set upon you with the utmost concentration from the corner of the room, face twisted in dismay. Ada was rushing around, grabbing cloths while John stood, rather amused in the doorway. Blood dripped off Arthur's brow and crusted on the corner of his split lip. "Hold bloody still" You ordered, pulling his finger too hard, prompting him to whine. Becoming satisfied with the job you had done on his finger, you took a damp cloth to his face.

"John, help (Y/N) get the blood out of his eyes" Ada demanded, not wanting to get involved with you. It had become clear that the police weren't going to leave you alone after all.

"Since when do you give orders?" He retorted from the doorway, smirking and rather pleased with himself.

"I'm a trained nurse" Ada shot back. You couldn't help but laugh, and it seemed that the rest of the boys were the same way. Arthur was struggling to keep his face stern from the pain.

"Don't make me laugh. It hurts me face' Arthur instructed.

"I bloody am" Ada said firmly.

"You went to one first aid class in the church hall and got thrown out for giggling" John teased. Ada looked as though she wanted to explode her brother with her mind, her face becoming red with frustration.

"Not before I learnt how to stop somebody from choking" She remarked, pouring the kettle which had just finished boiling onto a towel. You weren't sure how that was going to help in the situation and frankly, neither did Arthur.

"Well I'm not bloody choking, am I?"

"You will be when I wrap this cloth around your neck". Sibling love reminded you of how you and your sister used to act under the same roof. That's when you spotted Tommy marching through the door with a bottle of alcohol in his hands and a cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Let me see him" He declared, putting the bottle down on the table beside Arthur. Leaning down and scooting next to me, Tommy gently took the washcloth from my hands and rinsed it in the tub. Arthur had taken a sip of the alcohol, groaning as he did so. "Gimmie that" Tommy mumbled about the bottle, dousing the cloth with the liquid. Without hesitation, he brought the cloth to Arthur's face and the man hissed in pain as though his skin was being burnt off. Arthur put his arm out on Tommy's.

"He said Mr Churchill sent him to Birmingham. National interest, he said. Something about a robbery". Tommy recoiled from Arthur like he had touched a hot stove, playing with his cigarette. "He said he wants us to help him"

"We don't help coppers" John snapped, being pushed against the door when Ada entered the room.

"He knew all about our war records. He said we're patriots like him. Wants us to be his eyes and ears. I said-" His words were interrupted by a sharp groan as you put the cloth to his brow. Polly shushed him. "I said we'd have a family meeting and take a vote". You watched attentively at Tommy's face as it shifted, his chest slowly rising and falling but remaining silent. "Well... why not? Hmm? We have no truck with Fenians or Communists"

No response again.

"What's wrong with you? What the fuck is wrong with him lately?". Unlike Arthur, you felt as though you could accurately guess that perhaps Tommy's head wasn't in the right place since he came back. Aunt Polly shook her head in disapproval,

"If I knew, I'd buy the cure from Comptom's Chemists"

You were busiest at midday when deciding that you were going to step out of the shop and go down to the market. With half an hour of allocated break, you'd be back in no time. A nice fur coat was wrapped around your shoulders, something you had been able to gift yourself since your last payment. For it being midday, the streets were filled with fog but still kept bustling by the devoted working class. Occasionally, a smile would be sent your way as most people knew who you were and who you were associated with.

"Good afternoon, Miss (L/N)" Curly beamed, directing your attention over to him. You stopped walking in the direction of the market and pivoted your goal to the caretaker. The area of the scrap yard was muddier than usual, grit appearing on the soles of your burgundy high heels.

"Afternoon, Curly. How are you?". The nicely dressed fellow was leant up against a post. You had your arms crossed, holding each other. It caught you by surprise to run into the man so far from Charlie Strong's yard and you determined he must have been on an errand for one of the boys.

"Very good, Miss (L/N), very good. Tom has been taking care of me". You had noticed Curly always had a bit of a stutter, often causing him to repeat his words once or twice. Especially when he talked about something he was passionate about, such as horses. "I'm sure he has. I'm about to head to the market, do you need anything?" You smiled. It was nice to hear how proudly some of the associates with the Shelby family talked about Tommy in particular.

"No, thank you, Miss." With his answer, you took your leave back onto the main road. There was an irking feeling that had risen inside you since you left the shop. Like a cloud of paranoia had settled over you, you checked over your shoulder every few streets. You had dismissed the feeling at first but when speaking with Curly, you couldn't help but feel as though you were being watched from the shadows.

Nevertheless, you shook your head and rounded a corner. The smell of steaming bread hit your face like a brick, lowly chatter escaping the stalls. The market was packed with people, children screaming, tired mothers with baskets at their hips and suave-looking men, bargaining for the best price. You remembered you had forgotten to bring your basket and decided you were just going to have to carry the supplies yourself. John wanted bread, milk and eggs for the kids, Arthur wished for a new pipe and you just wanted to get out of the house before you shot someone.

The first stall was easy enough as the bread, milk and eggs had been clumped together. After inspecting the goods, you offered the hardened lady the money and tucked the items in a paper bag you had acquired from her. Lucky for you, there was a small tobacco stall right next to her, run by an older man with salt and pepper hair. He didn't speak a word to you, watching your petite frame bend over the items like a hawk. His head flicked to one side and you felt a dark presence beside you. The man from the counter disappeared into the smoke. Nerves spiking, you didn't dare lift your head as you perused through the different pipes on display.

"Wonderfully crafted pipes. Do you smoke?" A heavy Belfast accent asked.

You shook your head dismissively, your lip curling into a snarl on one side of your face. "It's not for me"

"Arthur Shelby, then, perhaps?". Your head snapped up from the items and instinctively dropped the pipe you were holding in your rosy hands. A hasty scan in all directions had shown that the whole market had been cleared out. "How is he, by the way? Doing well after our chat?". You wrapped your coat even tighter around your waist, keeping the groceries under your arm.

"As strong as ever, I'm afraid". Studying the man's squashed frame, you came to the conclusion that he was the chief of police Tommy had been concerned about. He had an ugly, wrinkled face with a sluggish black moustache, his head adorned with a bowler hat.

"Well then, please remind him I won't just be going after him and his brothers if he has any correlation to the robbery. I'm sure even a pretty face like you can deliver such a simple message"

"Yes, I'm confident I could. But, even if they were involved in a robbery, I wouldn't know. I'm merely a secretary of sorts" You lied surely, not batting an eyelid. Ever since you were a child, Tommy had remarked how fluent of a liar you were and how well you could pull it off. You weren't sure if the inspector believed you but it was enough to get him off your case.

He snorted, head throwing back with laughter, "A secretary! Racketeers such as your bosses having a secretary. Now that's comical". You brought your watch to your face, staring at the man with cold and blank eyes, clearly bored with the encounter.

"Hmm, well if I work for such ruthless racketeers, I really must be getting back, I'm officially off my lunch break. Wouldn't want to show up face down in the Canal. If you will excuse me, sir". Almost pushing him out of the way, you paced past him, heels clacking on the stone pavement. Relief washed over you as you entered Peaky Blinder territory once again. Spineless bastard wouldn't have dared do it in an area where the Shelby associates could see.

As soon as you stepped into the gambling shop, you practically threw the bag down onto the table. The first man you laid eyes on was going to be an unlucky one, as his balls would be the ones you would be tempted to cut off. Unlucky John, you thought, as your friend appeared in front of you. "John, tell your kids that I love them, but Auntie (Y/N) needs a raise if she's going to be harassed by police officers when she goes out to get groceries". Lighting a cigarette for yourself had become second nature recently, maybe Ada was right about your addiction. Arthur had opened the door from his office to peek his head out the door and see what was going on.

"(Y/N), where's my pipe?". You cocked your head to the side, about to stab a man.

"What are you talking about?" John posed, eyes widened slightly in shock. You pinched the bridge of your nose, swooping in to take John by the hand and pull him into Arthur's office.

Arthur's brows furrowed in confusion, "Oi I was busy in here"

The words 'You'll want to hear what I have to say' shut him up very quickly.

"Your little chief inspector friend paid me a visit. Set me up. They have this place staked out, followed me from here to the market, and when he finally decided to make a move on me, he emptied the market so there were no witnesses. Told me real straight, asked about you, how you were doing and told me to tell you 'please remind him I won't just be going after him and his brothers if he has any correlation to the robbery' and then I left. So, forgive me about the pipe, I got a bit startled"

"Bastard" Arthur growled, "I don't want you leavin' without being escorted for the time being.

"John" He barked, turning to his brother with anger, "I want Tommy here immediately"

The next day, the boys were out at the fair, doing business with the Lees, you were told. You were also told to keep the fort down with Polly. So you stayed in the shop the whole day, smoking and drinking. You always got along well with her. She was like your own Aunt when you were younger since your parents didn't have any siblings. Ada had disappeared off God knows where so you were in a somewhat grumpy state.

"I'm thinking of taking a day or two off to see my mum" You mumbled from the silence, taking a sip of whiskey. She glanced up from her drink, examining you with her sombre, oak-coloured eyes.

"You know they won't let you go alone to see Mary?"

"I don't really care. They can come if they want. Mum would be happy to see them. She always thought they were sweet boys" You chuckled, knowing they hadn't seen your mother in years. Part of you wondered if one of the brothers would come. Even Elsie would be glad to see them. Your eye drifted to the corner of the hallway, Scudboat rushing down the hall with urgency.

"The police are doing a raid!" He announced, huffing and puffing as he leaned against the doorframe. You and Polly shared a look and stood up suddenly from the table. You dashed over to the window, slipping your fingers between the lace curtains. It was easy to spot the influx of police spilling over from the next street. The boys were not going to be happy when they came back, that was for sure.

"Polly, Ada's out there" You stated bitterly.

"Don't worry about her. She'll be alright. We have to worry about here"

Everyone sat around the table, beers in hands, waiting for a proper explanation. Your hypothesis was correct that the boys wouldn't be happy when they came home, Arthur almost flipping a table in anger. Their movements were stiff and cold. "The coppers told everyone Arthur'd agreed to it when he was arrested. They said the Peaky Blinders had cleared out to the fair to let them do it" Polly explained, lighting herself a match. John was serving everyone beer from a bucket that sat in the middle of the table.

"Like hell" you muttered, "We've seen how he plays dirty to get what he wants"

"I never said nothing to that copper about smashing up bloody houses" Arthur retorted at Polly's remark.

"All right, which pubs did they do?" Tommy inquired.

"The Guns, the Chain, the Marquis. The ones that pay you to protect them" Polly informed, "Only one they didn't touch was the Garrison. Make sure people think we were in on it". You knew how that would look to clients of ours. It was intentional, of course.

"He's smart, this copper. So go on, drink your beers and get out. You'd better show people you are still the cocks of the walk" Polly ordered. The men cleared out of the main room, grabbing their jackets off chairs and dissipating out the door. You took the glasses from off the tables and to the nearby sink.

"Hand out some cash to the landlords of the pubs. Pay some veterans to fix the places up" Tommy instructed, the men giving their boss a subtle nod. "So what about you then, Tommy?" Arthur questioned, slipping his jacket onto his shoulders. He positioned his hand behind your back, "Come on (Y/N/N)"

"I have to go to Charlie's to stable the horse. She looked footsore in the box". You and Arthur turned around, Polly closing the doors behind you.

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#the peaky blinders #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x you #female reader #she/her #cillian murphy

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cosmicyam · 10 months

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as a fenian, I can fully imagine a universe where the gang are all irish and fit into certain archetypes of modern irish society. walk w/ me here:

Dennis: Went to one of the “fancy” all-boys schools - a st.pats college probs. Maybe even something like gonzaga. Has a south dublin accent. Did a joint honours of psychology and - honestly? - food science i’d say. Used to wear polos and boat shoes every day, before he got closer w/ Mac and Charlie. ‘Happens’ to be in the pub when college night outs are happeneing so he can chat up girls. Irish Names: Connor/Jack/Ryan (which i realise would make him ryan reynolds but move past it)

Dee: Went to loreto. Did psychology at Trinners. Used to constantly speak with an exaggerated D4 accent but now only uses it in certain schemes. Clings to her stuff she got in Brown Thomas on Grafton Street when she was a teenager. Says “ah here”. Claims girls are too much drama. Refuses to vape, only smokes cigs. Irish Names: Niamh/Orla/Caoimhe

Mac: Roadman definitely. Went to a Christian Brothers school along with Charlie. Puts on fake northsider accent but it’s really more neutral since his da’s from Sligo. Wears northsider fully black/grey fits. Pretends he likes vaping more than he actually does. Tells ppl he carries a shank around (doesn’t). Once clicked on a link saying he’d won a trip to Tenerife and got his facebook hacked. Irish Names: Finn (not fionn, finn), Johno, Danny

Charlie: Went to Christian Brothers with Mac. Got constantly in trouble at school for his shoes being wrong, his jumper being too tatty, not tucking in his shirt etc. Hangs around the ramparts looking for interesting trinkets and accidently got poked w/ a syringe in the process. Went swimming in a pothole once. Vapes. Does boyracing with Mac and Dennis in the empty supervalu carpark at night. Lives in one of those shabby Dublin flats that were built a bit too fast to be safe to live in. Irish Names: Oisín/Seán/Cillian

i’ll edit this later to include frank but i need some help thinking of his irish archetype so constructive advice would be welcomed

#iasip #the gang gets propah leeethal #always sunny #did this instead of actual creative writing #or instead of just going to bed

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literary-illuminati · 1 year

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Okay 300 pages into The World We Make and I know I said that the evil mayoral candidate is a transparent paper-thin Trump analogue but actually compared to the 'Proud Men', an organization led by 'Conall McGuiness*' he's an entirely unique and novel creation.

(Were/are the Proud Boys even a thing in New York? I feel like all the big news about street fights and such was more of a west coast thing?)

*A name that feels like it should belong to the scheming Fenian bombmaker in some Victorian pulp

#the world we make #n. k. jemisin #sff #tht

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jackasspenguins · 8 months

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Updated list of bands that I have seen live - August 2023

Robert Plant x7

Weezer x5

Flogging Molly x4

Fu Manchu x4

Alanis Morissette x2

Berlin x2

earthlings? x2 (first one included guests Josh Klinghoffer and Chris Goss)

Fenians x2

Garbage x2

Hot Hot Heat x2

Jerry Cantrell x2

Kings of Leon x2

Lifehouse x2

Mojave Lords (including guest Sean Wheeler) x2

Ozomatli x2

Smashing Pumpkins x2

Sean Wheeler x3 (guest appearances with Brant Bjork & Mojave Lords)

Brian Wilson x2

311

A Flock Of Seagulls

The Aggrolites

Alain Johannes

The Aquabats!

Arcade Fire

The B-52s

The Bangles

Travis Barker & DJ AM

Beck

Best Coast

(BIG)PIG

Big Scenic Nowhere

Biz Markie

Brain Vat

Brant Bjork

Blasting Concept

Blind Pilot

Blues Traveler

Bouncing Souls

The Bravery

Jeff Bridges and the Abiders

Cake

Candlebox

Circa 62

Gary Clark Jr.

The Creepy Creeps

Death Machine II

Dishwalla

The English Beat

Fatso Jetson

Fenix TX

Fishbone

FM-84

Foo Fighters

Michael Franti and Spearhead

The Freeks

Gabriella Evaro

Garbage

John Garcia (acoustic w/Ehren Groban)

John Garcia and the Band of Gold

Kyle Gass Band

Current version of The Glenn Miller Orchestra

Goldfinger

Hollywood U2 (cover band)

Israel Vibration

Jet

The Lions

Little Axe

Live

Los Lobos

Madcap

Madness

Madonna

Marcy Playground

Mammoth Thunderpower

Mates of State

Maureen and the Mercury 5

Paul McCartney

The Midnight

Missing Persons

moe.

The New Dubliners

The New Pornographers

Nobody Cares

Oasis

Nick Oliveri (Death Acoustic)

One Man Army

Ozma

Jimmy Page & The Black Crowes

Page & Plant

Petty and the Heartshakers (cover band)

Robert Plant and Allison Krauss

Ra Ra Riot

Red Hot Chili Peppers (caught Chad’s shredded drumstick after Under the Bridge)

The Rentals

The Revolution

The Romantics

Save Ferris

Smash Mouth

Current version of The Sons of the Pioneers

Ringo Starr (2 songs with Paul McCartney)

Steel Pulse

Stinky Pinky

Stöner

Three Dog Night

Thunderpussy

Transers

Tricky

Violent Femmes

M. Ward

Stevie Wonder

Yawning Man

Yeah Yeah Yeahs

ZenToniC

Zwan

-Didn’t see live, but was in the vicinity or interacted-

I was at a record signing for the Pretenders at Licorice Pizza at La Cumbre Mall in Santa Barbara and met the band when I was 10 months old or so. I don’t remember it, but Chrissie said I was going to be a drummer. I guess I was banging on the table.

Should have been at the Where The Streets Have No Name video shoot, but U2 started early thanks to the LAPD and I missed it by an hour. People were still hanging out at the corner in downtown LA when I got there. Eventually got around to seeing U2.

I had an email exchange with Brian Kehew of The Moog Cookbook sometime around 1999.

I camped at the next campsite over from Gyl Bonus, guitar player for The B Foundation. I haven’t seen them live, but I hear it’s a great show.

I had a ticket to see Jimmy Page and the Black Crowes with Fu Manchu in Irvine in 2000, but Jimmy cancelled the tour. Technically, I have seen both bands, so this should not be in this section.

Was invited to the recording of the live section of the “Enemies” EP by Frank Jordan, but I had to work my shift at Kmart. I should have gone.

A friend offered to give me his ticket and could have made it to the last half of a Pearl Jam concert in Irvine, but was too lazy. I should have gone.

Back to Santa Barbara, Bob Marley & the Wailers played a concert and I was in the same city at the same time but I was 3 months old or some shit. I wish I could have gone and been capable of enjoying it.

I was in close proximity to Johnny Halliday and his wife when they arrived at LAX a few years ago. Johnny was known as the “French Elvis”. There was a good amount of paparazzi, so I may be in the background of a picture in a French tabloid.

Met the band Spacetrucker at the Sky Valley sign on their tour which included Stoned and Dusted the next day. They gave me a free copy of their first album and the whole experience was amazing and magical.

Have been the presence of Dandy Brown, Jesika Von Rabbit and Lee Joseph in Palm Springs, and Arthur Seay at the Sky Valley sign.

I am friends with the drummer of Overwhelming Colorfast, of which Weezer once opened for, and who opened for The Ramones.

I am considered family by extremely close family friends of which one was the drummer for Out Vile Jelly and Idaho, and also made some great songs under the name twodoggarage.

#music #concerts #live music

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