[SUMMARY: Cherie is a single mom who refuses to be Negans wife. Negan doesn’t back down and ends up helping her daughter get her medication she needs.]

“Cherie..Cherie….Cherie are you once again declining my offer?” He leaned towards you.

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Negan and Cherie

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*** Literally, if you’re under 18, get out. Because this is probably my most sinful story thus far. I also don’t really know how to write Otto in this type of situation because we didn’t particularly get to see him in any sexual way other than jacking off to perfume so don’t crucify me if you don’t think this is how he’d act. It’s not that deep. ***

“Can you get me a drink sweetheart?”

You looked over at the blonde woman, a warm smile on her face as she looked into your eyes. You recognized her as Luanne, Otto’s Old Lady. She wasn’t in the clubhouse often, busy at work with the Cara Cara girls. Otto had been locked up for years, well before you’d fallen under the club’s wing and you weren’t very familiar with her if you were being honest. You could say though, without a doubt, that she was one of the nicer Old Ladies that were around. To you at least. She was always smiles and dirty jokes, and while you and her weren’t close enough to be considered friends, you did enjoy being around her and had no problem retrieving a drink for her.

As you came back, she smiled again, taking the Jack and Coke from your hands and patting the seat on the couch next to her. You returned her smile and sat down beside her, leaving a reasonable space between the two of you. Her hand reached out and found your knee though, a gentle grasp on your leg.

“How’ve you been honey? Been a while since we last spoke.”

You nodded with a warm smile, relaxing into the couch.

“It has. You haven’t been by the clubhouse lately. I guess today is the day for you to be here though huh?”

She took a sip of her drink and laughed.

“Yeah, I guess it is. Figured I’d grace you all with my presence. And see my husband too I guess.”

You both shared a laugh at that, knowing that today was probably going to be the best day of her life, after marrying Otto that is. Today was a day that you were sure she’d dreamed about endlessly but never actually thought would become a reality. You weren’t sure how the club had gotten it to work, who they’d gotten a favor from or what strings they’d pulled, but Otto was finally coming home. Something about insufficient evidence and recanted witness statements. Regardless of how it had been done, it was settled and her husband would be here any minute now. SAMCRO had put a huge party together, and when you said huge, you meant huge. Brothers from nearly every U.S. charter had made their way over to Charming to celebrate on of the most loyal brothers of the club returning. The clubhouse was packed, the air so thick with bodies, it was almost hard to breathe. The drinks and music were already flowing and before you knew it, your conversation with Luanne was cut off as whistles and hollers broke out. The both of you looked over at the entrance of the clubhouse as saw Otto standing there, a look of pure emotion on his face as he looked over the faces of his family.

Gently, you placed your hand on her back and pushed her softly forward towards her man. Her feet took her towards him and you looked on with a smile as she made her way through the crowd to her husband as you made your way to the bar.

The party was in full swing when you felt a hand on your shoulder, the other croweater Crystal leaning into your ear so you could hear her over the music.

“Hey, Luanne is calling you.”

You turned around and quickly scanned the crowd before you found her sitting on the couch the two of you were sitting at together before, Otto now sitting beside her. They both were watching you and Luanne motioned for you to head over to them. As you came up, they both split apart and scooted over, leaving a space between them for you to sit. You sat down in the middle and smiled as Luanne placed her hand on your knee again, just a little higher this time.

“Hey baby. Just wanted you too finally meet Otto.”

You turned with a nod and faced the Son. He smiled softly and held his hand out, his voice surprisingly softer than you expected.

“Hi sweetheart. I’m Otto. I’m sure you already know that though.”

You shook his hand and then shrugged, motioning to the huge banner hanging across the ceiling, ‘WELCOME HOME OTTO.’

“I was trying to figure it out.”

He chuckled softy and looked over you towards Luanne.

“You were right; I like her already.”

Luanne smiled and moved her hand up your thigh a little more, her eyes slightly lidded with the booze in her system. Otto was also passed the point of just tipsy, his body loose and languid, resting against the back of the couch as he threw and arm around your shoulder. You looked between the two of them and saw Luanne leaning closer to you, her lips pressing against your ear.

“I have to be honest with you honey. I’ve had my eye on you for a while now. You’re gorgeous. I’ve wanted you for a while now but I never really knew how to come about it, especially with Otto locked up. But he knows about you, how sexy I think you are, and he’s glad that I’ve held off until he got here.”

You were trying to work out what she was saying, put together what her point was and to see if she was saying what you though she was saying. Her hand slipping further up your thigh answered those questions though and he pulled her lips from your ear for a second to press a gentle kiss against the side of your neck.

“You can say no. We don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. But we would like to have you; together. Is that ok with you?”

You hesitated for a second, never having had a threesome with both a Son and his Old Lady. You’d been with Sons, and the occasional Old Lady while her Old Man was on a run, always with permission of course. But never the couple together. You looked at both of them, searching for any sense of sarcasm between the two of them, but you found none. Just genuinity and want. So you nodded, and Luanne leaned forward, pressing her lips to yours softly. You could feel Otto’s hand caressing your shoulder and back as he watched you kiss his wife, his pants already starting to feel tighter. He left the two of you to kiss for a little while longer before he stood and held his hands out to the both of you.

“Let’s go to the back.”

You groaned as Luanne’s lips traveled down the valley of your breasts. Her tongue snaked out every now and then as she kissed your body. Her left hand was gripping your hair, holding your head back while her right was already inside your panties. Her fingers ran along your lips, dipping inside of you periodically to switch up her tactics, alternating between rubbing your clit and fingering you deeply. This was your first time ever being with a pornstar and judging by how well she knew what she was doing, you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. You put your hand to the back of her head and held her to your chest as her tongue swirled around and over your nipples, suckling at them gently and nipping as well every now and then. You opened your eyes and searched the room for Otto, finding him standing at the foot of the bed, eyes dark as he watched his wife ravage you. You held your hand out towards him and he grabbed onto it, allowing you to pull him towards you. You went to reach for his belt, but stopped yourself quickly, glancing over at Luanne.

She nodded and went back to kissing along your body before pulling back and grabbing onto your hips, turning you over onto your stomach. The new position made it easier for you do grab onto Otto’s belt and begin unbuckling it, pulling down the zipper. Even with Luanne’s permission, you reached down to her and pulled her up, wanting her to go first.

“Figured you deserve to be the first one.”

She smiled and then looked up at him, grinning as he looked down at her in adoration, his fingers raking through her hair. She pulled his pants down his legs and gripped him, stroking him with one hand and holding his thigh with the other. You stayed laying on your stomach beside her, watching as the couple reacquainted themselves with each other’s bodies. Otto’s hand gripped the back of your head though, his fingers weaving into your hair and pulling you towards him too. Luanne pulled back as you neared and pushed you towards his cock, your mouth opening and taking him as Luanne pushed your hair behind your ears and pressed her cheek against yours, gazing up at him sexily.

“It’s she so pretty, Otto?”

“She is. I see why you like her so much.”

As you licked along his shaft, Luanne pulled you to be on all fours and her hand slipped between your legs, her fingers teasing you once more.

Luanne is always telling me about you. About how beautiful you are and how bad she wants to fuck you. I told her to wait until I got out so we can do it together.”

You pulled your mouth from him for a second to respond with a smirk.

“And now here we are.”

He smiled deviously down at the both of you and nodded.

“And now here we are.”

Stepping out of his long forgotten jeans, he climbed onto the bed with the two of you, pushing you down to lie on your back. He wasted no time in climbing over you, his body hovering above yours. You looked over at Luanne for permission once more, thinking she’d want to be the first one to fuck him but she nodded, running her finger softly over your hardened nipple before grabbing her purse and pulling a condom from it, rolling it onto Otto as he kissed along your neck and chest. The moment she pulled away, Otto gripped himself and gently pushed into you. Luanne sat beside the two of you, one of her hands rubbing herself as the other reach between your and Otto’s bodies, rubbing your clit as well. It wasn’t long before Otto’s slow and gentle pace began to pick up, him sitting up and gripping onto you’re his as he thrusted into you. Luanne used the new space to climb over you slightly, her face going down towards your pussy.

Otto cursed under his breath as he realized what she was going to do and he leaned back a little more, gripping your hips tighter and pulling your body up slightly to where your butt was resting on his hips, giving her the room she needed. Leaning down, she began licking along your clit, her fingers and tongue working against you as her husband pushed in and out of you. The both of them were taking your breath away and it wasn’t long before your breaths were coming in quick sharp gasps and Otto had to grip your thighs and keep them open as you clenched around him, your hands fisted in the sheets.

Otto had to pull out of you quickly before your spasms pushed him over the edge and he leaned forward on one hand, trying not hold himself back. Luanne pushed him back roughly though, Otto landing on his back and grinning widely as Luanne climbed over him. You were thinking about getting ready to leave when Otto whistled at you, motioning for you to come back over to them. Still trying to catch your breath, you crawled over to the couple and Otto wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you to kneel over his face before pulling you down to settle on his mouth and you knew it was going to be a long night.

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Bubbles at the Fair

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Summary- What should have been a peaceful family fair trip still has that hint of Shelby Chaos..... John learns what happens giving Katie to the wrong man, Arthur tries to explain how Infants get fed, and Tommy leaves with a mouth tasting like soap. But hey, Y/N and Finn won't stop talking about the fun they've had.....

A/N: Hi Y'all! No it's as trigger warnings for this one really. There are mentions of an arranged marriage and we actually learn more about Tommy and Marie's relationship in the beginning and it's a bit angstyish, but the rest is mostly fluff! Oh and in one part Y/N does have to wash her mouth with soap but she's not being punished, I promise! Also remember this is prewar Tommy, so he's probably different (happier) than he usually is in cannon especially since he's with his daughter! Enjoy ❤️based off a real story ❤️

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Thomas Shelby held tightly to the rope he'd tied to his four year old daughter's pants. 

Well, technically they were her uncle's pants, but none of her dresses had any loops and Tommy didn't want to lose her. The bouncy child had a habit of shooting off these days, ever since she'd learn to run, she'd see something that excited her and go directly for it. It didn't matter who else was in the way. There had been many a talk between father and daughter about not just taking off in a heavy crowd and the young girl seemed to understand. But Tommy was still a bit worried. Especially since there were so many people around now. 

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Heartbeat

A/N: Right, this is a damn long Peaky Blinders fic. I’m not kidding; wait until you see the word count! Nevertheless, I’m immensely proud of it and I honestly loved writing it, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it just as much!!

There’re quite a few gifs here (all found on the internet) because I just felt like it needed them, you know? They definitely make the story more realistic, in my opinion, and I loved finding them all to fit with the scenes!

I’d say reader is about seventeen here, while Finn is eighteen.

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Title: Heartbeat

Summary: What do you do when someone aims a gun at Tommy Shelby? You jump in front of him and take the bullet.

Words: 10139

The last thing you’d remembered before falling into darkness was an agonising pain in your stomach and a chorus of shouts and screams erupting around you. You could faintly remember tipping backwards into someone’s arms. Tommy. It must have been Tommy. He’d been behind you, right? You had jumped in front of him, after all.

Of course it’d been Tommy. As soon as the bullet flew from the gun, he hadn’t had time to register it properly before he was being viciously shoved aside and a blur of light pink and blues – hadn’t you been wearing those colours? – shot in front of him. A woman had screamed. Her yells still rang in his ears, a powerful reminder that his baby sister had jumped in front of a gun to take the bullet meant for him. He could just about remember Finn stepping back into Isaiah, both boys’ eyes wide with shock as John, Michael and Arthur wasted no time in attacking the gunman with such ferocity gleaming in their angry eyes. Tommy hadn’t had the mentality to stop them; all he could see when he opened his eyes was red. Red on his hands, on his coat, on his once-pristine white shirt, on the floor… he was surrounded by a pool of red, sitting there on the hard ground, your trembling body lying cold in his arms. The only coherent sentence he’d managed to utter was: “Somebody get some fucking help!” He’d screamed it, his lungs burning with the force and his blue eyes brimming with tears that would fall any second.

There it went.

One drip, two drips, and then they were all coming at once, a cascade of tears trailing down his cheeks and falling to the floor to mingle with the blood.

Polly had ran in as soon as he shouted the words, her face the pure image of panic. “Holy shit,” she’d whispered once her eyes landed on you. She’d quickly turned her head and was immediately faced with John, Arthur, Michael, Finn and their boys still kicking at a man who no longer looked alive. Like Tommy, she hadn’t stopped them. Couldn’t stop them. Instead, she’d grabbed Finn and Michael and pushed them off in two different directions. “Get an ambulance,” she’d yelled. “Fucking run!”

Breathing laboured, Polly raced over to her nephew. He was still cradling you, pressing a ripped piece of his coat hard against the gaping hole in your stomach. “Is she breathing?” she’d asked, falling to her knees and placing her hand on top of Tommy’s bloody one, adding her own pressure. You were still, and her eyes were too clouded by tears to check for the rise and fall of your chest.

Tommy was silent except for the gasps of breath emanating from his mouth. He was staring straight at you, glassy eyes wide, mouth parted slightly as he attempted to control his breathing.

“Thomas!” Polly shouted, slapping the man none too gently across his cheek. His head snapped around to look at her and she was taken aback by how terror stricken he looked. It suddenly registered in her mind that she had seen this – the image of Tommy sat on the floor with someone he loved lying bloody in his arms – in her mind before. The exact same had happened with Grace. He was reliving it all, and yet this time it was worse.

She couldn’t wait for him to respond to her, and so she’d quickly set about leaning down to your mouth to listen for any sign that you were alive. You were unconscious, that was for sure, but whether you were in a deeper sleep than she thought, she hadn’t been able to tell. The woman had desperately been instructing herself to calm and focus on you, but she couldn’t. There was so much noise around her that even if you were breathing normally, she wouldn’t have been able to hear it.

Fortunately for her, the medical team arrived not long after, and had taken over immediately. Arthur had lifted you into his arms and, with help from John and Michael, carried you quickly to the ambulance waiting outside. Tommy’d been bustled along as well, not least of all for them concerned about how pale he’d looked, but he was Thomas Shelby and he’d been conscious enough to insist he was coming with you.

Of course, you couldn’t remember any of that, but the whole fiasco would remain present in Tommy’s head until the day he died. He briefly thought about how close he’d been to doing exactly that tonight – and how close you had been, too. He’d been so occupied by his conversation with someone he barely knew that he hadn’t noticed the gunman step forward, and he hadn’t been able to stop you from jumping in front. You’d shown no hesitation – how could you have done in the three seconds that passed between the man shouting Tommy’s name and the gun being fired? – and that scared him.

The nurse had told him to sleep. So had Arthur. And Polly. And Jeremiah Jesus when he came to pray for you (he’d been asked by Polly to visit you, and Tommy just hadn’t had the heart and will set to turn him away). But he couldn’t. Tommy couldn’t. He’d been sat by your bed on an uncomfortable wooden chair and had not left once – unless it was to piss, and even then your bed was always in view – since you’d had to have emergency surgery to remove the bullet in your stomach four days ago.

Of course, the rest of your family hadn’t liked to leave you either, but the doctors had told them you probably wouldn’t wake for quite a while after the operation, and that it was no use staying around when they could go home, rest, and save their energy for when you were wide awake and in need of them. Besides, with Tommy gone, somebody needed to run the business; both Arthur and Polly had taken over that while John and Michael simultaneously worked on their own jobs alongside also filling in for their brother and mother. Nobody could find it in their heart to be upset with the Blinders’ leader, for they knew that, out of them all, his bond with you was strongest. If he came home, he would have stayed awake all night simply worrying about you, and his focus on his work would have been minute and barely there. There would be no point.

It was nearing lunch time when Arthur walked through the door to the hospital room you’d been given to recover in, Finn trailing behind him. He was holding a huge bouquet of roses and the younger Shelby was carrying something unusually shaped and suspicious under his jacket. Raising an eyebrow, Tommy leaned back in his seat and watched as his brothers walked towards him, not bothering to stifle his yawn. Arthur sighed at that.

“You still not slept, Tom?” he asked, stopping once he reached your bed and leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

Tommy shook his head. “Not until she wakes up.”

“She won’t wake up for a while. Nurse said.” A shrug was all he received in response to that, but he couldn’t be bothered to argue with his younger brother about how much sleep he was getting, though he damn well knew it should be more than what he was currently receiving. Admittedly, he had seen him snoozing a couple times, probably unable to prevent himself from succumbing to the lull of sleep any longer, but he’d always woken up soon after he entered the room, though he tried his best to stay as quiet as possible. He held out the bouquet to show him before placing it on your bedside table. “From Ada. She wanted to come with us but she’s helping John with work.”

The younger man shut his eyes at that, reaching his hand up to rub them. Truthfully, he did feel terrible about leaving the business to his family for a little while, but he didn’t know what else to do. To leave you here alone just wasn’t an option for him. “Arthur-”

His brother shook his head. “Tom,” he interrupted, “don’t worry about it, okay? We don’t mind the extra work, as long as you come back soon.”

“I will.”

“Yeah, I know. You had a smoke today?”

“No.”

“Do you want one?”

“No.”

Arthur looked at his brother. He hadn’t smoked since the event you’d been shot at; he didn’t even have a pack of cigarettes on him, as far as he knew. “Right,” he said. “Well, I- I have some here, if you want one.”

Tommy nodded in appreciation before craning his head to look behind Arthur. Finn was stood there, a couple feet away from the end of your bed, staring at you a little nervously. He’d been quiet the few times he’d come to visit you, not really saying much and only speaking when spoken to. It was no secret that he was pretty shaken up by what had happened – though he could be a dick to his little sister, he truly did love you. You’d given him the great honour of being an older brother, even if there was only one year between you, and he’d never failed to protect you. He, like his brothers, couldn’t help but think he’d failed in that.

“Finn.” The boy looked up as Tommy spoke his name, eyes landing on his own. “What’ve you got there?” He motioned to the object under Finn’s jacket, watching with curiosity as he gently withdrew it so he could see. He smiled. Finn had brought your stuffed bear with him, something that you had not spent a night without since you were a few months old, and had undoubtedly only hidden it under his jacket so the nurses and doctors didn’t notice it as he walked through the hospital. You often felt embarrassed by the fact that you still slept with it, even though you knew many people – some even older than you – who did the same. Your brothers had always told you not to feel ashamed by it, and John had even showed you the little rabbit he’d only stopped sleeping with when he’d turned nineteen. Though that made you feel a little better, it still wasn’t at the top of your list of discussion topics, and Tommy couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of both pride and love at the thought of his youngest brother remembering this and feeling it was his duty to ‘preserve your dignity’. “You brought that for Y/N?” he asked, and Finn nodded. “You want to put it next to her?”

The boy looked at you and moved past Arthur, feeling his hand pat his shoulder, to get to your bed. As gently as he could, he moved the covers down a little while trying his best to ignore the drip pricking your skin and placed the tattered bear in the crook of your arm, half-expecting you to turn in your sleep and grab it properly to snuggle up to, something which always happened if ever he or one of the others walked into your room to check on you before retiring to their own beds for the night, found the bear on the floor and then gently placed it back in your arms. He smiled a little and pulled the covers back up, brushing a strand of hair from your face before stepping back.

“Good boy, Finn,” Tommy said quietly. “She’ll be happy you brought that for her when she wakes up.” He’d found it a good thing to keep reminding the boy of the fact that you would wake up, something he seemed as though he was having unconscious doubts about. The look in his eyes always softened if ever his brother reminded him, and it was as reassuring for himself as it was for the boy.

“Hope so.”

“She will. Come here.” Finn didn’t hesitate before following Tommy’s orders and rushing over to him, leaning down just enough for the older man to envelop him in his arms while still seated. He sighed and pat his back, feeling him relax the slightest bit under his touch. “You be good now, alright? Listen to your brothers, and don’t slack in your work. It’s something for you to do so you don’t keep worrying. We’ll both be home soon.”

Finn withdrew from his brother and gave him a small nod and a smile before turning to walk to Arthur. It wasn’t often the leader of the Peaky Blinders openly showed affection – especially to someone who wasn’t you – but when he did, it was always done at exactly the right moment and time, and it was always what was needed.

“See you later, then,” Arthur said, gently pushing Finn towards the door. “I’ll take him home and finish up some work before I come back. John and Ada will be with me next time. Not sure about Michael and Pol. Will it be too many if I bring them all? Maybe they could come tomorrow, or later-”

“Arthur.”

The eldest Shelby stopped mid-speech and heaved a deep breath. “Yeah?”

Tommy rose an eyebrow. “You’re worrying too much.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. You’re going off in a frenzy about visiting times, for God’s sake.”

Arthur opened his mouth to speak but found that he had no words to say. It was true, he supposed. He wasn’t one to candidly show worry or anxiety about things like this, instead conveying them in other forms, such as the way he spoke and overthought things. He stared a little shamefully at his brother, who only gave him a small smile and a dip of his head.

“Do you want me to give you a hug, too?” he asked, and Arthur breathed a laugh.

“Maybe later, Tom. Maybe later.”

“Bring John and Ada with you when you come this evening. Michael and Pol can visit tomorrow morning, if they can wait that long, and anyone else who wants to come – Esme or Lizzie, perhaps – can make their own arrangements, as long as it’s not before or after visiting hours. That alright with you?”

“That’s perfect, Tommy, yeah. Thank you,” Arthur replied, awkwardly fiddling with his cap in his hands for a moment before nodding in his brother’s general direction and turning to walk out the door. “See you later.”

“Bye, Arthur.”

The door shut, and an eerie silence once again filled the room. Tommy stared at the door a little longer, blue eyes focusing on nothing except the carvings and patterns on the wood, before dropping them to his lap. The discomfort of the chair was now becoming painfully obvious again, and the soft, strained breaths escaping from your partly open mouth every couple of seconds was making his brain blisteringly aware that you were in a hospital, lying on a hospital bed, dressed in a hospital gown, attached to hospital machines with hospital needles pricking your hands because of him. Because he’d been too late to stop you from taking the goddamn bullet.

He found that he was less aware of these things when people were visiting, which was why he did not reject any offers to your family and friends coming to see you, and in fact encouraged them. When people were here, he was more at ease, simply because he had something to distract him. When they left, however, he was alone again, caged in a dark room with nothing but his thoughts and haunting memories that reminded him of everything that had happened. He was stuck, dwelling on them and pondering them for hours and hours with nobody to stop it. They kept him away from sleep and from taking walks outside to give himself a breather, and they kept him away from getting off the wooden chair and stretching his legs.

He was too afraid to leave you.

Because what if, when he left, your body decided to fail in that time. The time he was away and unable to help. He feared with all of his heart that if he turned his back on you for just one second, you’d leave him. You’d die. And he couldn’t quite understand it, because the nurses and the doctors had been insistent that you would pull through. They said that the time you’d been unconscious was normal for a person that had gone through as much as you, and the only reason you’d stay asleep longer was because of your age. The doctor who had led the surgery on your stomach told him you had Shelby blood running through your veins, and that alone would give you the strength to fight and to live.

Tommy took a deep breath and shut his eyes, trying to rid himself of the doubts which clouded his mind. He swallowed thickly and ran a hand down his face, feeling the exhaustion almost radiating from it alone.

His eyes opened and immediately locked onto your still form, checking for the soft rise and fall of your chest and turning his head to listen for your faint breaths. He found both, and relief flooded him, exactly how it had the last hundred times he’d surveyed you for the same reason. He realised that they’d gotten clearer every time he checked, and he hoped that the next time he did, you’d be awake.

He looked at the clock on the wall. Twenty-six minutes to two in the afternoon. Lunch had passed, and the grumble of his stomach which accompanied that thought confirmed that the nurse had yet to bring him his lunch, something she’d been kind enough to do every day. He never ate much of it, his unconscious mind probably telling him he should save some for when you awoke that day, but he took enough to make her believe she wouldn’t have to set up a bed next to your own for when he fainted from lack of food.

The hospital kitchen wasn’t far from him. He knew that. He’d be able to make it there and back again in just under five minutes while making a stop to piss and take a quick breath of fresh air outside, he was sure of it. Everything his brain had been begging for these past four days, he’d have it all done in under a quarter of an hour.

The sane part of his brain was warring with the part – the less sane part – that had taken over his mind since you’d fallen, bloody, to the ground. He wanted to go – he needed to go – and yet he didn’t. He was too worried. Nevertheless, if he waited any longer, the nurse would bring him his lunch and he’d have no reason to leave the room until the next day. And so, with a shake of his head and a nervous flutter in his chest, he stood slowly to his feet, feeling his weary muscles protest to the sudden movement, and stretched his aching arms above his head. He stepped over to your bed and looked down at you for a brief moment before sighing deeply. “Don’t move until I get back, do you hear me? I’ll be gone no longer than five minutes. Promise.” His voice was quiet, but it had never been intended for anyone’s ears but yours. He turned on his heel before he could make the decision to return to his seat and slowly made his way towards the exit to the room, not glancing back at you as he opened the door and headed out.

It was strange to see the hospital so full and loud, but he figured it was only because he’d been trapped in the quietness of a room for half a week, now. He passed beds with children on it, some with small coughs and some with broken bones, he passed adults and elderly, the majority of them with simple sicknesses but some he could tell were close to death. He would have felt guilty for using up one of the rooms they could have had, but you’d been dying, too. You weren’t anymore, of course, but you had been.

Tommy made his way through the rows of beds until he reached the small food court, his nose quickly catching the scent of the sustenance his stomach craved. He saw your nurse piling some sandwiches and fruit on a tray and stuffed his hands in his pockets before walking over to her. “Nurse,” he said with a nod of acknowledgement.

The woman in question turned in surprise, eyes widening as she caught sight of who was stood in front of her and – shockingly – out of his chair. “Mister Shelby!” she said. “I was just about to bring you your lunch.”

“I thought it would be a good idea to stretch my legs for a bit,” the man said. “Surely nothing will happen to my sister while I’m gone.” He posed the last part as a slight question, something the woman immediately noticed in his tone.

“Of course not, Mister Shelby, Sir. Has there been any change?”

“No, none. Hasn’t moved a muscle.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It isn’t yours, either, Sir. You know that, right? You don’t believe it’s your fault, do you?”

Tommy chuckled a little darkly, dropping his gaze to his shoes. “How can I not? The bullet was aimed at me.”

“But there was nothing you could have done to stop your sister from taking it for you.”

“There were a lot of things I could’ve done, nurse.” He snapped his head up and pinned a penetrating stare on the woman, who quickly shut her mouth. “I don’t want to speak about this anymore. I’m going back. Are you coming?” He turned, forgetting the tray of food which the nurse hastily picked up before trotting after him.

“Yes, Mister Shelby. I need to check Y/N’s vitals and give her some medication.”

“Alright.”

The two began walking in silence, the only sound interrupting them being the small coughs and sneezes of the people they passed. Tommy had thought he’d heard something about a fever lighting up the streets of Birmingham; nothing serious, but it was resulting in quite a few being admitted to hospital where they could receive quick treatment and go home. He found himself becoming more engrossed in the faces of these sick people as he passed, not even noticing how, even now, his brain was creating ways to distract him. It was strange how something as simple as occupying his mind with thoughts on a fever and the people suffering from it could divert his attention away from his sick sister.

He briefly remembered that he hadn’t had time to follow through on his plan to take a breather outside or relieve himself, and that sane side of his brain told him to ditch the nurse now and head off to do exactly that, but a glance at a clock on a wall told him he’d been gone just over four minutes, and he’d promised you he’d be back in five. And so he dismissed all thoughts of doing that, instead quickening his pace and walking ahead of his companion towards your room. He reached the door in no time and did not hesitate before opening it, eager to return to your side. The nurse followed him in, stifling a little yelp as she almost bumped into him once he stopped suddenly after entering.

Tommy’s eyes were fixed on your bed and the man standing over it. He recognised it to be the doctor who had performed your surgery and frequently came to check on you, and as he looked closer, he seemed to be speaking in hushed tones. He stepped forward and released a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. “Doctor Parks?”

The man in question turned, his lips immediately adorning a small smile once he saw who was stood at the door. “Mister Shelby. We did wonder where you’d gone off to.”

“We?” His breath caught in his throat. He didn’t dare move.

“Someone’s awake and asking for you.”

That was all it took. Tommy was in full motion the moment those words left the doctor’s lips, jogging over to the bed and reaching the unoccupied side. Sure enough, you were lying there, exactly like how you had been for the past four days, but your eyes were open. Glassy, tired and droopy, but they were open, and you were awake. Doctor Parks had apparently moved the covers aside a little and was currently assessing your wound, gently beginning to peel back the dressing. The nurse came forward and placed the tray of food to the side before turning to assist the doctor, effectively giving Tommy a moment to speak to you relatively alone while they were busy.

It took no small amount of effort to move your head – it felt as though there were a hundred tiny people inside your brain using mallets to bang against your skull – but you did it all the same, wincing and squeezing your eyes shut as the movement caught up to you. “Tom…”

“I’m here.” He quickly knelt beside you, gently taking your hand in his and feeling you weakly grasp him back. The smile that spread across his lips couldn’t be helped, and neither could the tears which suddenly welled up in his eyes. He tilted his head to the side slightly and reached his free hand towards your face, cupping your cheek and gently rubbing his thumb along your temple. You smiled back at him, albeit a little feebler, but it was enough to show your brother that you were okay. Your face was as pale as a ghost’s, and your skin was hot, a result of the medication you were on, but you were no longer unconscious. It gave Tommy immediate peace of mind, and he shook his head in slight disbelief as he continued to gaze at you. “I told you not to move until I came back,” he whispered.

Your hummed in response, smile widening the slightest bit. “Didn’t hear you. Sorry.”

“No,” Tommy said, “no, don’t you ever be sorry.”

To nod your head or give him any kind of response to that would have been too great a task, and so you settled with shutting your eyes and turning your head back around. You kept your hold on your brother’s hand, squeezing it every time the doctor or nurse caused you unintentional pain and relishing in the feeling of his cool hand spreading the much-needed coldness to your warm skin. His touch alone kept you from panicking, and you figured there’d have been a lot more tears had he not been there.

Your wound had been gently cleaned and redressed in just under half an hour, and once the nurse had administered your dose of medication for that afternoon and the doctor had had a small discussion with Tommy about your circumstances and plans for after you were allowed home, the two left, leaving you alone with your brother. You were feeling a little better now and were able to fully open your eyes. Your wound was uncomfortable and occasionally gave you pain, but you realised that it lessened the discomfort and pain if you didn’t move much, so stuck to simply lying still on your back and only turning your head if you were being spoken to. Tommy had given you a small bit of his food and water, which you took greedily. He’d told you to slow down, but you’d been too hungry to listen to him and had ended up throwing your small lunch back up again immediately after. Thankfully, Tommy had gotten a bucket to you in time, and you hadn’t thrown up too much, but he’d still called for the nurse’s help to clean you up a little and check to see that you hadn’t aggravated your wound or drip site by moving so abruptly.

A busy two hours later, full with redressing, medical discussions, lunch, sickness, a small bath which Tommy willfully helped you with, and a tiring moment to recuperate in bed, you were finally back to where you had been before Tommy entered the room with the nurse, minus the extra pain and exhaustion. Your brother was sat back in his chair, but you’d insisted he drape one of your blankets on it to lessen the discomfort he felt from the hard wood, to which he gratefully accepted.

“This isn’t how I’d expected your first two hours awake to go,” he said after a little while, looking at you intently.

“How’d you expect it to go?”

Tommy shook his head and heaved a sigh. “I don’t know.” Honestly, he didn’t. He was a little overwhelmed to think at this moment, even after two hours of you being awake, but he knew that it was all because of what had caused this in the first place, not plainly the consequences of it. You’d jumped in front of him. You’d taken his bullet. Despite what anyone said, he’d never stop believing that it was his fault. “I’ve been sat here for four days,” he said, staring at his boots, not really aware of exactly what he was saying, “trying to figure out why you did what you did.”

“I’d like to meet the person who wouldn’t jump in front of their big brother to save his life,” you mumbled, not even giving him a glance.

Tommy didn’t move his head, but he lifted his eyes just enough to see the absolute miserable look on your face. He sighed and shut his eyes for probably the hundredth time that day, trying to resist the pull of sleep yet again.

“I don’t want you to think I’m some ungrateful, conceited man who didn’t appreciate what you did for me, Y/N, I just… I don’t know what to say about it all. You could’ve died because of me. I could’ve lost you. I feel so… overwhelmed, I guess is the right word.” 

“That wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, well, don’t keep telling me that because it’ll do nothing to persuade me otherwise.” He blinked back tears and bit his bottom lip. “Trust me, you’re not the first to have tried.”

He was the picture of everything you’d never thought you could see on Tommy Shelby. Shock, horror, sadness, confusion, all plastered on the canvas that was his face, marring his beautiful features and dulling his blue eyes. You knew from the moment you woke up that this wouldn’t be an easy thing to discuss. You’d been prepared to die for your brother, and that wasn’t something anyone could expect him to get over easily. From the minute you were thrown to the floor by the impact of the bullet hitting you to this exact moment, he’d been stuck in this ongoing void of questions that all revolved around the query of why you would ever do what you did. He believed himself to be broken, unloved and completely undeserving of anything good. You, on the other hand, he saw as the epitome of purity and innocence and all things beautiful and great in the world. And yet you had not hesitated once before leaping in front of him when your eye caught the sight of the gun aimed straight at his heart. You, the girl who had so much more to live for, had saved him, the man who believed that his life could end at any moment and nobody would feel any remorse or sadness. Everything he’d felt when you fell to the floor in his arms that day consumed his heart, and he had been terrified to look at the faces of his family and see anger there, because you had done it for him. He’d been terrified that if they lost you to this, then they’d have another thing to blame him for and he would never be welcomed into anything again.

“Tommy.” He didn’t look up, and you hadn’t expected him to, so you continued. “You need to understand that there was nothing anyone could have done to stop me. I’d do it again in a heartbeat, and I know that worries you, and I know you’re probably going to keep me locked in my room after I leave hospital, but as long as you know that what I did was my decision and my decision alone, that’s okay. I’d have done it for Arthur, John, Ada, Finn, Michael, Polly… I’d still do it for them. Because I know you’d do the same. We all would.” Your voice was hoarse, and you spoke slowly, but your eyes were constantly on your brother, and you could tell that his head was dipped because he was hiding tears, and his hand was covering his face to muffle his quick and uneven breathing. Seeing him like that was unfamiliar to you and you’d never get used to it. “Look, the people of Birmingham may not know it, but the Shelby family is one tight-knitted clan, Tommy. You know that. I know that. Arthur knows that. We all do, and that’s everything that matters. I’d do anything for every single one of you, and I know you would, too. That’s a dangerous thing in this word, as we found out, but how do you think I would have felt if I’d seen a man aim a gun at you and had just stood there like an idiot? It was instinct, Tom. I had an instinct to run to you, and- and though-” You were suddenly interrupted by a coughing fit, the force of it causing you to lurch up into a sitting position and consequently let a small shout of pain loose from your mouth. Tommy immediately burst from his seat, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently taking you into his arms.

“Careful, now,” he said, shifting you on his lap so you were seated upright and roughly rubbing your back to help you expel your coughs. You grabbed onto the wrist of the arm he had securely wrapped around your waist, keeping as far away from your stomach as possible, and attempted to console yourself. “That’s it. Breathe for me.” You leaned to the side, resting your head on his chest, and silently listened for the beat of his heart. Truthfully, it wasn’t exactly like it was after you’d have a nightmare and he’d do this exact thing to calm you down, always resulting in you resting your head against his chest to try and follow the rhythm of his beating heart, because it was currently pumping a mile a minute. You had to smile a little at that. How you’d both gotten yourselves into this situation, you’d never know. Two nurses suddenly rushed in through the door, seemingly having heard your coughing fit and ready to help. Nevertheless, once they saw you sat in your brother’s arms, being rocked gently as though you were a small child, and apparently content enough and as recovered as you could possibly be in your situation, they took their leave, nodding at the man before they left. “Are you alright?”

You hummed a little in response, swallowing the bile which had risen to your throat, and hesitantly opened your eyes. You lifted them to look up at your brother and was slightly alarmed to see silvery trails streaming from his own eyes, glinting in the candlelight. You’d briefly forgotten what you’d both been talking about before you were launched into the violent coughing fit, but it all came rushing back to you once Tommy said his next words.

“Are you going to carry on with your little speech now?” he said quietly, though there was an unnatural hint of teasing in his voice. He reached up to wipe at his eyes and sniffled a little before giving you a reassuring smile.

You returned it and shrugged. “I think I’m done for now. It helped you, though, right?”

Tommy was silent for a moment. “I guess I feel a little more understanding.”

“Good.”

“But if you ever do anything like that again, I’ll shoot you myself.”

You giggled lightly at that, stopping after a moment and wincing at the slight pain it caused, but your brother didn’t seem to want to join in on your amusement. “I’m not joking this time, Y/N. I was terrified, alright? I love you for what you did, and I’m beyond grateful, but don’t fault me for still wishing you’d never jumped in front of me. These last few days have been torture for me, and I’d much rather have been in your place than sat in a chair watching over you, waiting and willing for you to wake up. I didn’t know what was going to happen, and for the first time I felt…” He paused, thinking. “Scared. I felt scared. You’re the little sister, and I’m the big brother. It’s my duty to watch over you and ultimately my honour. Don’t misuse that. You were extremely brave for what you did, and I’ll forever be indebted, but don’t you ever do anything like that again, do you hear me?” He looked at you for an answer, and you internally grinned at how fast the Tommy you knew – the Tommy who made it clear he was on this earth to protect you and to protect you only – had returned.

“This hurts like hell,” you admitted, “so, I won’t be doing it again anytime soon.” Tommy rolled his eyes and shook his head fondly. “But I can’t say I won’t do it if it ever happens again. I told you, Tom, it was instinct. Any one of our family would have done it had they been as close as I was. It was just misfortune and Shelby luck that I was next to you at the time.”

The man breathed a laugh. “Shelby luck, indeed.” He gently reached over to pull the bed covers back and lie you down once again, carefully untangling your drip line. Once you were comfortable and he’d briefly checked your white dressing for any sign of blood, he leaned over you, both hands placed on either side of your fragile body, and stared into your eyes. “Don’t ever make me go through this again,” he whispered. “I won’t be able to.”

“Maybe you should just stop getting people to shoot you. I would never have had to do it otherwise.” Your brother rolled his eyes and carefully lay on his back next to you, folding his hands on his stomach and feeling you move closer to him.

“Believe it or not, I don’t ask for people to shoot at me, Y/N. Really, it’s getting a little frustrating.”

“Did you find the man who did it this time?”

“He’s been taken to another hospital where they’ll put him into prison as soon as he’s well enough. He’ll be getting a visit from me and the lads not long after… maybe even sooner.”

“Do you know why he did it?”

“Arthur reckons he was paid by someone to do the dirty work. Probably a family member of someone we got rid of, but we’ll find out soon enough. That bastard will get what’s coming to him.” The last part was said through grinding teeth, Tommy’s hatred for the man who’d almost been responsible for his sister’s death shining as clear as day.

You nodded in understanding. You couldn’t say you’d expected anything different. Turning your head, you looked at your brother. His eyes were still focused on the ceiling, probably pondering your words yet again. “You’re not still thinking about it, are you?” you asked, rolling your eyes a little when he didn’t respond immediately, simultaneously giving you your answer. “Thomas Shelby, the day you get it in that thick skull of yours that people actually care about you will be the day the world ends.”

“A little dramatic.”

“Not really,” you said. “Surely you know by now that I can’t live without you, Tommy.”

“I wish you didn’t feel that way.”

“You made me feel that way. You’re a damn good big brother.”

He chuckled a little at that, bringing a smile to your face. “I do what any brother does, Y/N. This world is cruel and it’s my job to protect you in it, as it is your other siblings’.”

“But you wouldn’t have it any other way, right?”

“No. I have to admit that being an older brother is the best of my jobs,” he replied, turning his own head to look at you. Your smile widened and you were about to move to snuggle closer to him, but seeing his face this close suddenly made you aware of just how exhausted and awful he looked.

You frowned. “Have you been sleeping?” His eyes were drooping, blinking rapidly every so often as if chasing away the sleep that was desperately attempting to take over, and his face was almost as pale as yours.

“I couldn’t.”

“So… you haven’t.”

Tommy sighed and he reached his hands up to drag them down his face yet again. “I’ve had a few naps.”

“A few naps don’t account for the full hours of sleep you should have gotten in four days, Tommy!” you said, your exasperation causing a surge of pain to sweep through your stomach. Your eyes involuntarily squeezed shut and you clutched your injury, absentmindedly lifting your legs up to curl underneath you. Tommy immediately sat up and turned to help you.

“Get your legs back down, Y/N, it’s going to make it worse. That’s it, good girl. Good. Now, let go so I can have a look.” You reluctantly released your hands from your stomach and moved them to grab onto your brother’s forearm as he checked for any traces of blood for most likely the fifth time in only a few hours since you’d regained consciousness. He found none and briefly marvelled at how strong those stitches must be for you to exert yourself so much in under three hours yet still fail to snap them. “You’re fine.” He pat your knee before lying back down again, this time turning his head to look at you. Your eyes were still tightly shut and he unexplainably felt a wave of panic wash over him at the strained look on your face. “Y/N? Are you alright?”

He released the deep breath he’d been holding as you nodded once and opened your mouth, inhaling deeply. “I’m fine. Just… next time, you can jump in front of a bullet meant for me. This hurts.”

The man rose his eyebrow. “That’s not going to happen. If anyone dared to point a gun at my little sister, I’d cut their balls off and feed them to the dogs.” You giggled, wincing a little, and he took your hand in his. “Still can’t believe we’re here right now.”

You hummed. “Nothing we can do about it now.”

“I guess not. Did you see what Finn brought you?”

A frown crossed your face and Tommy leaned over slightly, apparently searching for something. He found what he was looking for after a few seconds, hidden slightly under your pillow from where it must’ve gotten thrown about in your coughing fit earlier on, and lifted it out, placing it in your arms. Your face immediately lit up as your eyes locked onto the tattered old bear you hadn’t spent a night without since you’d been a baby. “Finn brought him for me?”

“Yeah. He’s not the worst brother, if you can believe it. Ada gave you those flowers, too.”

Honestly, thinking about both Finn and Ada made your heart swell with a strange feeling, and you knew it was the feeling of absence from the rest of your family. You couldn’t remember a time you’d been away from then for longer than a couple days at most, and though you admittedly had been unconscious for four days this time, you still found that you were missing them all terribly. “Will they be coming to visit?” You would have been surprised at how quiet that had come out, but you were too busy fidgeting with your bear’s frayed ears.

Thankfully, Tommy didn’t need any further explanation as to who ‘they’ were. “They’ve been visiting since you were admitted, Y/N. Arthur came earlier with Finn, and he’ll be coming back later with John and Ada.” He moved his hand to stifle a yawn and you turned a concerned look on him.

“Please sleep. You look so tired you could be mistaken as ill, Tom.”

“Thanks.”

“I- I didn’t mean it like- I just- I’m not being mean!”

Your brother shook his head and gently wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you the slightest bit closer to him while also moving so you were securely tucked by his side. You wasted no time in grabbing a fistful of his shirt and burying your head in it. “I know, sweetheart, I was only joking. Listen, I’ll sleep if you sleep, alright? Is that a deal?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Needless to say, Tommy fell asleep only a couple minutes after those words had left his mouth, peaceful in the knowledge that you were alive and safe in his arms. His hand was placed over your heart, something neither of you had noticed, and the soft thump, thump, thump soothed him and effectively lulled him into a deep sleep. You, on the other hand, had just woken from a four-day nap, and though you’d told your brother you’d sleep as well, you really could not see that happening. Nevertheless, you were content with simply lying in his arms and thinking, much like he’d been doing the past few days, and so you did exactly that.

The hours ticked by like they were minutes. Tommy didn’t move once – he was too deep in sleep to do so – and no sound emanated from him, save for the subdued breaths which seemed like a comfort blanket to you in those few hours you were alone. The nurses came in to check on you a few times, asking you if you needed to use the toilet – which you did, but you were too shy to admit that to the nurse. You could wait for Ada – and constantly checking your vitals. Everything seemed to be as they should, and they predicted you’d be able to head home in around three weeks, unless Doctor Parks had anything else to say about it. All the while, Tommy stayed asleep, something you rarely saw nowadays in contrast to the hundreds of times you had while sleeping with him as a small child, frightened by nightmares and having no mother or father to run to. It was strange how he’d been the brother you’d developed the strongest bond with. Of course, your love for Arthur, John, Ada and Finn could never be underestimated, but with Tommy it seemed different. You supposed that was just him, though. As the leader of the business and adopted patriarch of the family, he simply saw it as his duty to keep his siblings, both older and younger, safe from everything and everyone. Either way, he wouldn’t be the man he was today if you’d never been brought into his life, of that he had no doubts.

It was almost completely dark when you were shaken from your slight daze as the door to your room opened and none other than John Shelby burst in in all his glory. Arthur and Ada followed behind, the latter hissing at her brother to shut up. Your eyes were wide and your heart was beating fast from the sudden noise, but once you saw who it was your face immediately lit up with a smile. “John!”

John slowed his pace a little and stared at you for a moment before his own grin broke out. “Holy shit! She’s awake!” He turned to gesture wildly at his siblings. “She’s awake!”

“Yeah, we’re not blind, John,” Ada said with a roll of her eyes, but there was a huge smile on her lips nevertheless, and she was gazing fondly at you as she and her brothers walked toward your bed.

“Hey, beautiful!” It only dawned on you that you had a man sleeping next to you who had not shut his eyes properly in four days and John was extremely close to waking him up after Tommy moved the smallest bit, taking a small sigh. You quickly spun your head around to face John, ignoring the pounding against your skull that you received for that, and put your finger to your lips.

“Tommy’s asleep,” you said quietly, and John actually ceased his loud voice and snapped his mouth shut.

“Hey, beautiful,” he more or less whispered. You rolled your eyes as he winked at you and ducked his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been shot.”

Both John and Arthur openly belted out laughs at that, guffawing and snorting with apparently no care in the world that Tommy was asleep. Ada, however, widened her eyes and shook her head, moving to your side. “That wasn’t funny.”

“Oh, come on, Ada. It was a little funny,” the eldest Shelby said with a raise of his eyebrow.

“I’m not laughing, and neither should you. Our little sister has just been shot!”

“You think we don’t know that?” John asked. All traces of amusement were gone from his voice.

You glanced up at him, noticing immediately that his face was now entirely void of everything happy he’d walked in with, and it only took a second for it to become evident to you that he’d only acted positive when he’d walked through the door because he’d been trying to play his emotions off. To put a smile on his face and be happy was far easier than letting his true feelings about the situation reign. You couldn’t say that it didn’t make your heart ache to see them so… not them. They were attempting to be optimistic for your sake, but you’d hate to know what happened once they left your room and shut that door.

“It’s alright, Ada,” you said, a way of interrupting the deathly silence that had taken over the room. “I’m fine. Honestly. Doctor said I can come home in around three weeks.”

“Three fucking weeks?” Arthur exclaimed, and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, Arthur. I got shot; I’m not going to be out of this bed in a couple days. I can’t even move. Anyway, could we all stay quiet? Tommy’s asleep.”

Arthur glanced at his brother next to you and nodded. “Yeah, right, of course. Sorry.”

“How long has he been asleep?” Ada asked. She reached for Tommy’s chair and pulled it over, sitting down and smiling softly as she brushed a strand of hair from your eyes.

“A few hours at least. He was so tired.”

Arthur nodded, seating himself on the end of your bed. “He was too worried about you to even piss.”

You breathed a laugh at that, hearing John quietly chuckle next to you. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

“Everyone’s talking about you, you know,” Arthur said. “About how little Y/N jumped in front of her big brother to take a bullet for him. That was a damn heroic thing to do.”

“You think so?”

“’Course we do,” John said. “You’re a mad little thing, I’ll tell you that, but you’re our mad little thing.” At this, he leaned a little closer and an almost haunted look appeared on his face as he gazed at you. “Don’t ever do anything like that again, though, you hear? Leave the saving to us boys.”

You nodded, though your point about doing what you had to to ensure your family’s survival still stood. Of course, it wasn’t like you’d wanted to be shot, but if it meant saving Tommy’s life, you’d do it over and over, just like he would do for you. Something your siblings didn’t seem to understand was the fact that, in circumstances like these, who the eldest and youngest in the family were didn’t matter one bit. It wasn’t one of your brothers’ job to jump in front of bullets aimed at you; it was a choice. One that was based on love and familial instinct. You knew they’d never understand the fact that you being the youngest Shelby couldn’t stop you from saving their lives when necessary, but as long as they did nothing to stop it you’d be fine with that. You’d rather live a life of them hating you and shouting at you, telling you just how stupid you were for doing it (which they’d never do, but this was hypothetical) than have them dead and unable to speak one word.

“When do you have to leave?” you asked.

Arthur glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the wall. “Visiting hours are almost up. We’ll stay until then.”

“Yeah, but we’ll visit every day until you get bored of us, and if you need anything, we’ll get it for you, alright?” John said.

“Within reason,” Arthur added, though he was smiling widely.

Ada nodded. “Is there anything you need now, Y/N?”

“Well, I- I do need the toilet,” you admitted a little sheepishly. “I can’t walk there by myself, but I wanted to wait for you to get here, Ada. Didn’t want some nurse hovering over me.”

“Why didn’t you say so before?” Ada asked as she stood to her feet.

“I didn’t want the first thing I say to you after four days to be ‘can you please help me go to the toilet?’” You supposed it was true; that and the fact that you’d always been pretty reserved and private and the thought of your sister being there to help you relieve yourself as you physically would not be able to do it yourself made you feel admittedly a little awkward. Nevertheless, it hadn’t been the first time you were injured and in need of your sister’s – and Polly’s, for that matter – help bathing, changing and, like now, going to the toilet. Ada didn’t care – and neither would your brothers, if they were being honest – and so you tried your best not to.

You let out a quiet yelp as you suddenly felt Arthur’s arms loop around you and gently lift you into his arms. You rose an eyebrow. “You are not coming with me.” John put both hands up in mock surrender when you turned slightly to point a finger at him. “And neither are you.”

“Don’t plan on it, little sister,” Arthur said with a chuckle, “but you’re not walking. How far do you honestly think you’d make it before you collapsed on the floor?” You found you didn’t have an answer to that so settled with simply nuzzling your head into your brother’s shirt and smiling sheepishly. You guessed he was right; he was holding you as delicately as he could and yet there you could still feel both pain and discomfort from your stomach, and nausea overwhelmed you every once in a while, though you tried your best to keep it discreet. How far you’d actually make it with Ada before tripping and causing yourself further injury was definitely the only valid question at this point.

“Y/N? Where… where’ve you gone?” Arthur turned at the new voice, giving you perfect view of Tommy still lying on your bed. Nevertheless, he was now awake – albeit barely – and clearly searching for you. His blue eyes were blinking rapidly and he was trying to wake himself fully, something he definitely did not need at this moment.

“It’s alright, Tommy,” John rushed to assure his brother. He pointed at Arthur. “Look, she’s right there. Arthur’s got her.”

Tommy squinted and looked at you for a moment longer. You could faintly feel Arthur’s chest shaking with concealed laughter at his younger brother’s disheveled hair, opened mouth and drooping eyes. He was leaning on his side, head craned as he peered at you, his exhausted brain attempting to reassure the rest of him that it was definitely his sister in Arthur’s arms. Seemingly satisfied, he rose a little. “Where you taking her?”

“She needs to go toilet,” John told him.

“Oh.” The leader of the Blinders stayed silent for a moment longer before moving as though to get up. “I can do it.”

“No, you can sleep,” Ada said, gently but forcefully pushing her brother back down. Though he’d had a few hours of rest already, that was nothing compared to how much he should have received in four nights. He definitely seemed brighter and better rested than the last times she’d come to the hospital to visit, but a few more hours of sleep would most certainly benefit him. “Go to sleep, Tommy. Y/N’s in good hands.”

“You’ve had four days with her, big brother,” John said, crossing his arms over his chest, “it’s our turn, now.”

If Tommy had been conscious enough, he’d have shot back a witty remark to the younger man. Nevertheless, he was too exhausted to argue, and after he was one hundred percent sure you were safe and well, he nodded in defeat and gently lowered himself back down, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Arthur deemed it safe to let his bubbling laughter spill once the quiet breaths became audible, indicating his younger brother was asleep. “God, no one’s going to believe me when I tell them that just happened.”

You giggled. “Maybe that’s for the best. He wouldn’t be very happy to know you’d spread it throughout the whole of Birmingham.”

“Yeah, but he’s still going to do it,” Ada quipped. She followed Arthur as he walked with you, John staying behind in case Tommy woke in a panic yet again.

“I’m his big brother,” Arthur said, as though that alone was supposed to explain everything. “It’s my job to annoy him.”

“It’s the only job you’re good at.”

“Oi! I take offense to that.”

“Good!”

You smiled as the banter between your brother and sister grew stronger while you moved. It was these moments – these simple delights – that reminded you yet again of the reasons why you’d saved Tommy without hesitation. You’d have done it for any one of them, as you’d said already.

Of course, you wouldn’t be out of hospital for quite some time, and when you eventually did leave, your family would be pestering you for weeks after, especially Tommy. His protectiveness was already immense, and so this would only make it worse. Nevertheless, you weren’t sure if you could exactly call it ‘worse’. In your mind, Tommy could strap you to your bed to ensure you didn’t leave it and you’d still grin and bear it, because his hounding was a reminder that he was still alive. That the bullet hadn’t hit him. You didn’t care anymore that you’d been hit instead, because knowing he was alive and breathing would have been something you’d been happy to have as your last thought before you died.

And as you lay there in your bed, Arthur, John and Ada having left an hour or so ago, curled up yet again in Tommy’s arms, you couldn’t help but think of how lucky you all were to still be alive. In your line of work, there was never a time when you were safe. Even you, who the boys tried their hardest to keep out of the business as much as possible, were never really far from harm’s way, something which had been proved four days ago. Nevertheless, as shit as Shelby luck could be, you were all still breathing.

Tommy had told you never to do anything like what you’d done again and though you’d agreed, you knew that even you would never be sure if the time would arise in which you’d have to leap in front of a bullet to save one of your family members once more. You knew the well-aimed gun would have sent the bullet straight through your brother’s heart if you hadn’t jumped right in front so that the shooter was instead targeting your stomach. If you hadn’t done what you’d done, he wouldn’t be here next to you, as asleep as he could be, arms wrapped loosely around you so he knew you were there… he would be dead.

And so you’d never regret what you did, no matter what anyone said. You were in pain, but both you and your family were alive.

You’d do it again in a heartbeat, because his heartbeat was worth saving.

Peaky Masterpost

Loves Equally

Trigger Warning: Nobody likes an asshole, don’t be an asshole. Mean girls suck!

Requeated by @cherieann-2001 Tabitha gets in trouble for beating a girl who called Aunty Venus bad names and saying  that Chibs loves Kerrianne and Presley more since they are his biological kids

Tabitha hated this time of day, in the locker room, with no teachers. Most of the girls in her class, hated it because of Zoe and her crew. Tabitha hurriedly got dressed after P.E., hoping to escape the torment of Zoe and her crew.

Tabitha winced when she heard lockers slamming. “Hey, Tabby cat…gotta a question for you!” Zoe smirks at her friends

Tabitha was just going to walk away, and not participate in Zoe’s mean games. Brooke grabbed Tabitha and pushed her against a locker.

“Don’t be so rude, Tabby cat!” Brooke giggled.

Tabitha looked at Zoe. “What do you want?”

“I just want to know how, your new baby brother is doing?” 

“He’s fine thank you for asking.” Tabitha tried to leave, but Brooke pushed her back against the looker. 

“I’m not done yet, I wanted to know how it felt?” Zoe smiled at the other girls.

Tabitha let out an exasperated breath. “I really don’t have time for this….how what feels?”

“Knowing that your Da, doesn’t love you the same as his real kids! You’re adopted, he will never love you as much as he does his real kids. You know Kerrianne, Presley, and your brother.”

Everyone laughed but Tabitha, she knew it wasn’t true, but she wouldn’t even bother with showing emotions to these girls. Tabitha pushed past Brooke, rolling her eyes. “Whatever Zoe, I need to get to class.”

Zoe ran after Tabitha, grabbing her shoulder. “One more thing, "I saw you with that tall freak on Saturday. Did it teach you how to do your makeup and how to dress? Who is that freak?“

Tabitha pushed Zoey away. Glaring at her. "That’s my Aunt Venus, and she’s the best. Shut your bloody mouth about her.”

“She’s a whore!” Brooke called out. “My dad says so!” Brooke looked at her friends laughing.

“Does he know from experience?” Tabitha asked. Brooke lunged at Tabitha taking her down, straddling her hips. Tabitha pushed her off, throwing a punch, knocking her out.

Tabitha jumped up in a fighter’s pose, just like her Uncle Happy had taught her. 

XXXX

(Y/N) and Chibs walked into the office, seeing Tabitha sitting in the foyer. Chibs sat down beside her, putting his arm around her shoulder. “What happened Tabitha?”

He watched (Y/N) go talk to the principal. He listened to his daughter tell him what had happened in the locker room. His heart broke at the cruelness of these girls.

He knew he should be upset with her for fighting, but she was defending herself. HE wondered why the other girls were not in the office. 

He pulled her into a hug, and kissed her forehead. “You know I love you equally, just the same as I love your sisters and brothers?”

“Yes Da! You adopted me and you didn’t have to.You chose to make me your daughter. I’m a daughter of your heart.”

“Now, why aren’t these other girls in the office? Sounds like they started it?”

Tabitha lowered her head. “They’re in the nurses office. They lied and said I started it.”

XXX

I started the principal down. “If my daughter says, that these girls started it, and she was defending herself, than that’s what happened!”

“Mrs. Telford all four girls….”

“All four girls are bullies, and have been four years. If you asked around, you would find out. I suggest you let my daughter go back to class, without disciplinary action!”

“Fighting is against our rules….”

I rounded the desk, and stared down at the principal, as the door opened. Filip rushed in and pulled (Y/N) back. “Tabitha will go home for the day, and return tomorrow. “ Filip said.

He walked (Y/N) out of the office whispering in her ear. “I don’t need to bail you out of jail. JP will need feed in an hour, and I don’t have the equipment to do it.”

“I wasn’t going to hit her, just scare her! Is Tabitha okay?”

“She’s fine! Ready to go home.”

“Let’s go get ice cream before we go home. JP will be okay for a little while longer.”

I hugged Tabitha and told her I was proud of her for defending herself and sticking up for Aunt Venus. As we walked out, we saw the group of girls coming down the hall, they saw Tabitha, and turned around and went in the other direction.

THE END

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Team Severide

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Characters: Severide!Sister x Kelly Severide, Firehouse 51

Genre: drama, fluff

Warnings: fire, head injury, confined space, anxiety

Word Count: 8854

Requested by Anon: Hi 😊 as i love your imagines, i also dare to send one in. Maybe a Kelly Severide one where he and his sister had a great relationship earlier but meanwhile they barely talk or just fight. One day there's a huge fire at an office building and CFD gets called. Kelly then finds out his sis is in there and immediately searches her. She's unconscious and took some damage but at the Med he stays with her an later he promises her no more fights and that he'll be there for her like he was before. Hope that does not sound too weird 😅

A/N: I realised about halfway through this fic that Peter Mills would have been on Squad around this time, but I love Joe too much to take him out, so sorry Pete, but Joe's on Squad for this fic.

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You glanced at your phone for the 10th time in an hour, sighing when the screen had nothing to offer except a two-for-one offer on pizza, a weather alert and a reminder of an upcoming bill. You stayed looking at the wallpaper for a moment, it was a photo of you and your brother on your most recent camping trip with Matt Casey; a rare moment where the two firefighters could get the same furlough lined up. The three of you were bundled up beyond recognition in the cold snowy mountains of Colorado, but with the brightest smiles on your faces.

You sigh, putting your phone down, begrudgingly going back to what your computer screen was demanding of you. Being at work in the aftermath of an argument with Kelly was never fun, especially if he was on duty. It meant waiting almost two days before you could see him face to face and resolve whatever you’d fallen out over.

Falling out with him wasn’t at all usual, and when it did happen it happened in an explosive fashion, taking a while for the tension to dissipate. It was mostly about being too protective of each other, sometimes you found yourselves arguing over the family or decisions the other sibling was making - and though it was meant with love, it could sometimes be too much for the other.

Growing up in a household where your dad was either cheating, avoiding the family or drinking, and where your mom was trying her best to just stay afloat, often required you and Kelly to become your own two-person family unit. And you did, the both of you found comfort in that, always looking out for each other and encouraging each other.

This time around it had been you who had caused the problem, you had tried to tactfully suggest that Kelly be wary of his old flame, Renee. Renee had seemed okay enough until she didn’t. Suddenly returning to Chicago and bringing a pregnancy to Kelly’s doorstep was all a bit suspicious to you - the timing hadn’t added up at all, and after asking Shay a few questions about the logistics and whether it would be physically possible, you only grew more dubious. Feeling sure of your suspicion, you had broached the subject with your brother.

Objectively you knew Kelly would react exactly as he had, nobody likes to be told that they might be being made a fool of, but it still stung that Kelly got angry at you and seemingly protected Renee instead.

You then found yourself crying in your car in the parking lot outside his apartment, having left your brother standing in his kitchen simmering with anger, you were absolutely frustrated and hurt that he had so sharply dismissed your concerns.

Now you could only play the waiting game, using Shay as a feeler for whether things had cooled down or not. You were under no doubt that she probably gave Kelly a piece of her mind too, and probably could have handled whatever he threw back a lot better than you could sometimes.

Staring at an email for two minutes more before deciding you needed a quick coffee and fresh air break, you put your computer to its idling screen and stand, stretching in the process as you eye everybody else in their little units. Many were engrossed in whatever business they were attending to - or whatever leisurely activity they were secretly trying to get away with.

Making eye contact with one of your colleagues, your friend Maisie, you give her an exaggerated yawn and a mime of asking if she wanted another coffee - to which she nodded and put her hands together in prayer, silently thanking you. You held out your hand in a show of five, telling her you’d be five minutes as you headed towards the elevator to head to the cafeteria floor.

Blinking away the tiredness and rolling out the tension in your neck some more, you watch as the numbers tick down to the floor you had requested. Just as the elevator should have dinged on the cafeteria floor the car came to a sudden, groaning, halt. The motion wobbles you on your feet, forcing you to snatch out a hand to grab the handrail to steady yourself. Heart thundering wildly you tried to take a second, to process what had just happened.

In the quiet of your surprised panting breaths, the lights splutter on and off, you close your eyes willing the electrics to hold out as the elevator car still bounces slightly from the abrupt stopping of momentum. Then, it’s darkness. A red security light blinks on and leaves you in an ominous dark glow, barely able to make out the panel in front of you. Luckily, you had slipped on your coat before leaving your floor, which meant your phone was in one of the deep pockets. Fishing it out you illuminate the screen and then turn on the torch, shining it on the panel so you can make sure it is the emergency ‘call’ button you're pressing rapidly.

You press three, four, times and are met with a static-y silence, you groan in frustration. 

“Shouldn’t somebody be there to answer the damn thing?” You grumble to yourself, eyeing your phone and its “No signal” icon with disdain. That was your backup option out of the question.

Minutes go by and you don’t hear much of anything, only the ominous creaking groan of the metal box you were sealed in. Deciding to shed your jacket as you begin to feel quite warm in the confined space, wondering whether anybody knew of your predicament. How long would it be before Maisie questioned your absence?

As you gently fold your jacket over the handrail you jump out of your skin when you hear the blaring whine of the fire alarm, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Your heart pounds firmly against your chest, limbs tingling with anxiety.

Exhaling as your stomach flops wildly, “Shit.” 

You had discussed this kind of thing with your brother before, but it was one thing to hear about a scary scenario than actually find yourself in it. Alone. 

Break

Reqested by @cherieann-2001 How about one where Kerrianne is out of town and Tabitha and Presley are really going at it fighting etc typical sibling stuff and mama has had it and is tired of all the drama; she loads the girls up in the car and takes them to TM to Da (with a terse get out of the car) then just leaves with no explanation to Chibs. He gets it out of the girls and…… you can finish it.

“Take it off! Kerrianne gave it to me!” 

There were some words exchanged in Gaelic, I’m pretty sure that both girls needed their mouths washed out with soap for saying. Than several loud thumps against the wall, and I heard Presley let out a whimper, I closed my eyes, and rubbed my temples. 

“She said we had to share, you stupid tolla-thon (arsehole)!” Presley shouted, there was a crash and thank something shattered. I heard Tabitha growl, and Presley growled back at her. 

More Gaelic words were thrown at each other, I let out a sigh.  God, they sounded like their father when they growled and fought. 

There were foot steps running across the floor and the whine of “Mommmm!” As they both came pushing and shoving down the stairs. 

I let out an exasperated breath. “Go back up stairs, clean up whatever you broke, and figure it out!”

I watched the two of them stomp up stairs huffing and puffing. Glaring at each other, I prayed they wouldn’t kill each other as they cleaned up. 

I sat back on the couch, closing my eyes. I felt horrible, my head was throbbing, my stomach was rolling, and I just wanted some peace.

The girls had been fighting non-stop all morning. First it was over breakfast, than over chores, now over clothes.

I could hear them upstairs, even now arguing. “Girls!”

It got quiet upstairs, too quiet for all the hell that had been going on that day. I pushed myself up off the couch to investigate. I stopped in my tracks as I watched the girls, tearing each other apart.  The girls were fighting, actually physically fighting.

“ENOUGH!” I raked my hands through my hair. “Get your shoes on, NOW!”

I slipped my shoes on, and followed the girls to the car. I said nothing as I drove. “Kerrianne isn’t home, remember she’s out of town!” Presley said.

I hadn’t planned on taking them to their sister’s, that would be a reward. I pulled into TM’s lot, stopping in front of the bays.

I saw Filip working. “Get out! Go to your Da!”

Filip looked up when I pulled in, he started walking towards the car. The girls looked at me. “Why mommy?”

“Go to your Da!” The girls got out, before Filip could get to the car I pulled out and left.

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