what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?
would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?
Thank you so much for giving this little idea so much love 💕 it means a lot! Thank you for taking the time to read and share your thoughts
Word count: 2,695
The house was quiet, it was probably pretty late by now, but at least the initial commotion was calmer now. Tommy’s eyes focused on the flame flickering on the bedside table, the room was quiet. Then his eyes darted to Y/N… his best friend seemed so vulnerable, so small. He had seen the marks her father left on her back it was a horrible sight and now it looked worse. As if her life wasn’t complicated enough by the unplanned pregnancy, Y/N would have to deal with the physical pain as well.
He studied Y/N’s face for a minute, taking in the swollen eyes from crying too much, his heart aches for her, she didn’t deserve to be treated like this. She held a special place close to his heart since they were kids.
“Do you’ve a minute?” Polly asked.
As she realized the doubt in her nephew’s eyes, she assured him that Y/N would sleep for a while. After cleaning her injuries and adding a strong ointment to the wounds on her back, Polly checked the baby and gave Y/N a tea to help her sleep.
Tommy gave Y/N one more look and covered her arm with the thin sheet, but was careful enough to not hurt her before he walked out of what was once Ada’s room in Watery Lane.
“What happened?” He found Polly downstairs stomping her cigarette on the ashtray. Earlier, she didn’t ask questions, she just rushed to take care of Y/N’s wounds just she had done so many times when they were kids, and eventually teenagers on the brick of trouble every time.
“Y/N is pregnant, the son of a bitch told her he wasn’t sure the baby is his.”
“And that’s why her father hit her like that?!” She asked scandalized. “He’s an animal.”
“How’s the baby, really?” He asked with genuine concern.
Polly sighed. “She was smart to offer her back, so the belt wouldn’t hit in any compromising area, but I’d keep her in bed just in case.” She suggested.
“Tommy,” Scudboat apologized for the interruption, “we found the vehicle, Scott has been hiding in the house, do you want the men to enter and get him?”
Leaning on the counter, Tommy considered his options for a few seconds. “No, keep someone watching his house at all times, he might try to escape.”
As the blinder left him again alone with his aunt, Tommy expressed out loud a decision he had already made.
“We can’t leave her alone Pol.” He clenched his jaw. “She’s on her own, that bastard just used her and her family won’t help her with the baby yo-you saw how they hurt her.”
“I know.” She added breathlessly stopping for a second as she got the kettle. “They turned their backs on her when she needed them the most.”
“Sort a doctor tomorrow morning to make sure they’ll be fine.”
“And then what?” Pol stared at him.
“I just got a house, still needs a few things… I can take Y/N there, because if she stays here, she’ll see her parents all damn day.”
“In the meantime if she needs another place, there’s my house as well.”
Tommy folded his arms against his chest and nodded profusely.
“Poor Y/N… she’ll have a hard time with people pointing fingers at her all the time.” Polly shook her head.
Tommy remembered the long stares and whispers over Ada, when she suddenly got married and started showing no long after. He had been forced to walk around with the gun in his hand for several weeks. They even kicked her out of a boutique once she tried buying a dress and Tommy had to stop by with a few men until his sister got the dress that she wanted.
“I’ll blind anyone who dares to do something against Y/N.” He stated firmly pouring some whiskey finally.
“What happened?” Finn asked looking from his brother to his aunt.
“If anyone asks,” Tommy pointed a finger at him, “you haven’t seen Y/N here alright?”
Finn frowned. “But I haven’t seen her.”
“Exactly.” Tommy agreed walking towards the fireplace, he added a few pieces of wood and then took a seat in front of it. Pondering on the previous events, worry installed on his shoulders of what might happen. Anger spreading on his body at the thought of his best friend being humiliated by her useless boyfriend, after all she had done for the prick and he had the audacity to doubt the baby was his. Thanks to her, Scott got the chance to be a blinder, and with that endless benefits.
One of his men knocked desperately and as Tommy went to see what was happening he heard the best news of the day.
“We followed Scott, he was at the train station.”
He took the remaining of his drink in a swing. “Was?”
“The boys took him to the warehouse, he had a ticket to escape.”
Tommy gave his aunt a look. “If Y/N wakes up, send someone to let me know.”
As Polly saw them disappear, her eyes darted upwards, in a silent prayer. She knew Scott wouldn’t live a day without regretting his decision. Taking her cup of tea with her, she decided to look for some clothes and clean sheets to provide to Y/N while they sorted everything out.
Y/N was considered part of the family, she and Tommy had always been close, in a way Y/N was the only person who could understand her nephew. The one who he trusted the most.
She decided to go to the church the following morning to light a candle and pray for Y/N and the baby.
Taking a deep breath and one of her eyes cracked a bit open. As everything started to hurt so bad, her chest felt heavy as memories from what had happened hit Y/N hard. Word by word her parents had said replayed in her mind.
A single tear rolled down from her eye to her nose. With trembling fingers, Y/N moved one of her hands to the yet non-existent bump. It was still early to start showing but she couldn’t help but think her baby was starting to grow inside her.
Despite the circumstances, Y/N felt like giving her own life for this baby. It didn’t matter that Scott or her family decided to leave her.
Tommy opened the door carefully to not wake Y/N up, but to his surprise she was already awake.
“Go on… say it.” She was waiting for Tommy’s lecture.
Scott had turned his back just like her parents. All the people she thought she could rely on showed her to not take them for granted.
But Tommy shook his head.
“How are you feeling?” He asked taking the chair in the corner to place it next to the bed.
“Like a total failure.” She admitted with tears in her eyes.
“Y/N.” Tommy didn’t know what to say to make her feel better, to help her. “Hey, look at me.” He spoke softly and covered one of her hands with his own.
Y/N started biting the inside of her cheek to prevent more tears to come out. But looked at her best friend anyways.
“You’re not alone, I know you’ve a lot to take in at the moment… but you can count on me for everything.” He offered sincerely.
She didn’t feel worth any of this, she felt dirty, stupid for believing in Scott’s love words. How could she have been so naïve?
“Why?” Her voice broke. “Why do you want to help me when I’ve done everything wrong?”
“Don’t do this to yourself.” Tommy swallowed hard. “Don’t let them get in your head, I know how it is, but this isn’t your fault.”
“Of course it is! I gave myself away to Scott, I’m just another whore.”
Tommy lost his control, he didn’t want her to feel this way.
“You’re not a whore. You did it out of love and that’s not something to regret.”
“I deserve this, my father is right.” Y/N shook her head, she angrily wiped a tear away.
“No, you don’t deserve this shit happening. Y/N you’re a good woman an-”
Y/N’s grandmother asked if she could walk into the room. Tommy felt grateful for the interruption because he didn’t know how to deal this situation. He didn’t want to say that he had warned Y/N about her now ex boyfriend and make her feel worse than she already did.
“I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”
At least he got a chance last night at the warehouse to make the bastard pay for playing with Y/N’s heart. Tommy made it very clear he better disappear from her life for good because if he ever saw him again, he wouldn’t let him walk twice alive.
He had been a few punches away from killing Scott. But the image of Y/N holding a baby in her arms stopped him… he wouldn’t be responsible for killing that baby’s father, even though Scott definitely deserved it. So he limited himself to leave a little warning, a message.
“This is a mess, Y/N feels so guilty for getting into this.” Tommy announced walking into the kitchen. He found his sister and aunt making breakfast.
Tommy’s eyes fixed on Karl and he was taken back in time to when Ada thought he had betrayed Freddie. He was a lot of things, but he’d never cause a pain like that to a child. At least not one of his own people.
From the beginning, he knew Scott was a piece of shit, but Y/N seemed so happy and thrilled, how would he step in to destroy her happiness? He never imagined he’d have to help her pick up the broken pieces of her heart. The sudden presence of Polly close to him made him snap back into reality, she stepped closer to help him light the cigarette that was hanging from his mouth.
Tommy moved his eyes towards his nephew, he was playing with a truck on the floor. Perhaps he was overthinking but he didn’t know what would he answer when Y/N’s child asked about his or her father.
“Ada would you talk to Y/N?”
“About what?”
“When you got pregnant…” he began with embarrassment in his eyes to talk about that. “It’s something similar.”
They’ve come a long way ever since, but Tommy still regretted the time they spent apart. Family was everything to him.
“And what do you want me to say Tommy? Her boyfriend dumped her, it’s not the same I got married.”
He sighed in frustration. “I just want Y/N to feel our support.”
“You’re going to make her feel overwhelmed! I know how noisy you can be.” Ada protested.
Tommy scoffed, he felt offended by his sister’s words. He just wanted to help Y/N.
“I’ll talk to her.” Polly intervened placing some food on a tray to give Y/N.
“Thank you.”
Ada clicked her tongue and crossed her arms. Her eyes boring into her brother.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
But Ada turned the corner of her mouth down and shuddered. “Nothing it’s just strange to see you go above and beyond for someone.”
As she walked out of the kitchen, Tommy found himself thinking of her words. She was telling the truth but… but how could he stand there and do nothing for Y/N?
He knew her like the palm of his hand, she had been by his side since forever, encouraging him to follow his dreams, telling him the truth right in his face when he messed up. Even he didn’t want to hear it.
There was no other way to do this, she’d have his entire support through the pregnancy and whatever she might need afterwards.
“Mr. Shelby!” Y/N’s grandmother shouted from upstairs.
Tommy skipped a few steps and when he reached Ada’s old room, he found Polly holding Y/N’s hair back, she had been sick and her grandmother was trying to hold her trembling body.
“I’m sorry Pol. Sorry.”
“Why are you sorry for? With everything you’ve been through it’s not a surprise your stomach can’t handle food. Tommy help me here.” His aunt asked him to take her place so Y/N could use his strength as support. “Take her to that chair, while I sort this out.”
Following Polly’s instructions, Tommy lead Y/N carefully to the chair in the corner while his aunt and Y/N’s grandma changed the bedsheets. Ada joined them a moment later with a glass of water. “Try some crackers, it helped me with sickness during my pregnancy.” She offered taking the sheets downstairs.
Y/N groaned feeling embarrassed and mortified for everything. As soon as she smelled the food her stomach protested, but she felt bad for telling Polly something so she decided to just eat the food. But the moment she got the first bite, she couldn’t help it and it ended in her throwing up and making a mess.
“I want to thank you for taking care of her.” Y/N’s grandmother admitted taking her hand.
“I was just thinking…” Tommy started to say, “You could come with me to the new place I got.” Then he turned to face her grandmother. “It’s outside the city, away from curious eyes and it’s surrounded by trees.”
“No.” Y/N stated.
“I think it’s a wonderful idea dear.” Her grandma smiled at Tommy. “Fresh air could help her.”
Y/N sighed frustrated with herself, with the situation.
“Think about it, yeah?” Tommy suggested. “That way you won’t run into your parents everyday, and you can walk to the lake to relax.”
“He’s right.” Her grandma approved. “You’ll feel grateful to be away from the drama.”
“Perfect! Looks like you got it all figured out Tommy.” She snapped. “Just like my mother who wanted to send me to her aunt’s farm.”
She knew this wasn’t fair, he was the only one offering support, but she couldn’t help it, she felt on the brick, like everything was falling apart. And she was angry with herself.
Polly pushed Tommy away and gently grabbed Y/N’s arm. “Sweetheart all of this worry isn’t right for the baby. For the first time, I think going to that house is the best idea.”
“Unfortunately your choices are limited my darling.” Y/N’s grandma spoke softly. “But you should know that these wonderful people are trying to help you.”
She was trying to be strong, to pretend this didn’t hurt her, but truth is he world was crashing down. And this was only the beginning.
That seemed to click on Y/N’s mind because she gave a small nod, he lower lip gave in and it started quivering, then the tears started to fall down her cheeks.
“Thank you so much.” Y/N sobbed. “I’m so sorry.” Emotions took over her.
Her grandma pulled her in for a hug, wrapping her arms protectively around her just like she did when she was a child. “The Lord removed some people from your life but look at the angels he placed right away.”
Tommy saw Polly dabbing the corner of her eyes with her sleeve.
“This baby will grow surrounded by people who really love him or her.” He assured her.
“Now how about I help you take a bath? The doctor should arrive shortly.” Polly offered rubbing her back.
Her grandma squeezed between them. “I better go, said I was going to church.”
“Thank you for coming gran.” Y/N gave her a tight hug.
As they moved to get things done, Polly stopped her nephew before he could walk downstairs. “You’re brave for helping her like this.”
“I can’t leave her on her own.” He tried to explain, but Polly interrupted him.
“Your mother raised you right.” She then, in an unexpected move touched his shoulder. “She’d be proud of you.”
So… just realized Cillian Murphy looks a lot like Frank Sinatra. I can’t be the only one right?!?! They even share the same iconic blue eyes. I need this biopic! Imagine Cillian playing the famous womanizer. The fashion! The drama! The jazz and old swing dancing! Please!
Summary: Y/N has been Tommy’s best friend since childhood. She had always been there for him when he needed her the most. Now as the Shelby family are in a better position, Y/N will need Tommy’s support when something she didn’t expect happens.
A/N welcome to this little new adventure! This story started as an idea @lyarr24 shared a while ago and I just stared at it for a few minutes until the ideas started “appearing” in my mind. This particular part turned somehow into a comedy show on its own 😂🤭 it was fun and light to write, but it’s going to get angsty… thank you for sharing your unique ideas as usual! It took me some time but I’m always into giving each story it’s own time. And of course @justrainandcoffee thank you for creating this beautiful moodboard for this story! You totally nailed it!
Word count: 2,196
Arriving at the Garrison, Y/N headed straight towards the private booth where the Shelby’s were reunited.
“You should’ve seen the look in Polly’s eyes when she found out we were buying the stallion.” John cracked and threw his head back with a loud laugh.
Arthur winked at Y/N and decided to mess with his brother.
“Erm John boy.” He cleared his throat, just as Tommy gave Y/N a smirk, they were both sitting facing the door unlike John who had his back at it.
Tommy used the chance to kick his youngest brother in the shin, as a warning.
“So you think it’s fucking hilarious John Michael Shelby.” Y/N imitated Polly’s voice and mannerisms perfectly.
John’s face paled as the smile left his face and he straightened his back.
Arthur snorted and then started laughing uncontrollably as John turned around to find Y/N standing by the door.
“Shit! Y/N you scared the fuck out of me.”
“Get in here sweetheart.” Arthur called for her, making room next to him. “That was brilliant, you’ve got a talent.”
“You sound just like her.” Ada praised, leaning over the table to kiss her cheek.
“You’re late.” Tommy offered her a glass of whiskey.
Taking a sip, she nodded. “The lady I work for had a terrible day, didn’t want me to leave.” She replied titling her head to the side because Arthur was right in the middle, sandwiched between her and Tommy.
“And how did it go?” He asked over the laughs of his siblings.
“My feet are killing me, I had to walk all the way back… but I really needed a drink tonight.
“Why? Scott didn’t pick you up?” He raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
Against his best judgment, he agreed to give Y/N’s boyfriend a place among the peaky men. He didn’t like or trusted him but he was doing it for Y/N and the friendship they’ve always had. Over time, he even gave Scott a car under the condition to drop and pick up Y/N from her work every day.
“We had an argument this morning, he got pissed and I asked him to not.” She lied.
She knew how protective Tommy could get, specially around Scott. They were already past the phase where Tommy would’ve to intervene and put her boyfriend in his place, then Scott would come for her arguing that she let that gangster say and do whatever he pleased.
But Tommy knew Y/N better than that, and this wasn’t the first time she lied to cover for her boyfriend’s attitude.
“What’s so funny?” Polly demanded to know as she joined them in the booth. Staring at Arthur and John’s faces she knew, so she shot Y/N a long look. “You’re imitating me again?!”
The Shelby brothers tried to hide their amusement but all of them failed.
“We wanted to mess up with John, Pol. Sorry.” Y/N looked down embarrassed for being caught.
Polly smiled down at her, it was impossible to stay angry with someone as Y/N.
“Well I hope it was a good one.” The smile grew bigger.
Ada laughed and stood for her aunt to take her place. “You should’ve seen John’s face, he went pale.” Waving at them, she left.
“Hey you need to talk to Finn, he’s getting out of hand these days” Polly warned her nephews. “I asked him to deliver a few letters and he had the audacity to answer he wasn’t a mail boy anymore.”
Tommy shook his head and after a long puff to his cigarette, he answered; “I’ll talk to him.”
Y/N’s chuckle made him look at her. “What? Are you really going to lecture the poor boy? Tom, if I remember correctly, you answered your father something similar back in the day but worse and that caused your first fight.”
Tommy shuddered at the memory. He was so done with his father demanding favors from him and his brother Arthur, so one day he told him he was done with his bullshit and Arthur Sr answered with a curse, threw a glass against the wall and pushed him, Tommy pushed him back. Luckily Arthur Jr and Y/N were close and could intervene to stop them from getting any further.
That night, Y/N stayed with him outside until Tommy had calmed, then she asked her parents, who were neighbors to the Shelby’s if he could sleep on the couch. Y/N’s mother made him some tea and offered him the comfort he wasn’t able to find next door.
They started as neighbors, then Tommy and Y/N became friends until Tommy trusted her blindly. After the war she was the only one who could understand him.
Tommy took a swing of his drink. “You’re not going to tell him that, are you? I’ve a reputation to keep.” He finally added.
“Leave him Pol, the poor boy is probably frustrated because he haven’t had a woman yet.” Arthur chuckled at his own joke.
“Hey,” Y/N called everyone in the room, “leave Finn out, you’re nothing but a bad influence.”
John shook his head and raised his hands as if saying he wasn’t part of it.
“Oh please Mr.-I-want-to-marry-Lizzie-Stark, really?” Y/N raised her eyebrow at him.
“Tommy! Why the hell did you tell her?!” John exploded against his brother, who was already laughing out loud, head thrown back.
Polly had to look twice at her nephew, his guard was down he seemed to be relaxed for once. Since the war he had changed a lot, the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“And besides, I corrected my path, married to Esme didn’t I?” John mumbled chewing on his toothpick.
Y/N nodded, deciding to leave that conversation, it’s was funny to tease John. “I better go now, it’s getting late.”
Tommy was on his feet the second she announced her plans.
“C’mon I’ll drive you.” Tommy offered his best friend.
Giving Polly a hug, she waved at the Shelby brothers goodbye.
After driving for a while, Y/N noticed Tommy took another route.
“Before you ask me,” Tommy spoke softly, “I’m going to show you something.”
She opened and closed her mouth. “You’re so mysterious.”
Tilting his head, Tommy clicked his tongue. “When you see it, you’ll understand.”
“Is it the new horse?” Y/N asked impatiently.
Tommy shook his head and passed her the cigarettes and matches to light it. “Why don’t you tell me what happened with Scott?”
“Something really stupid, he got pissed over nothing.”
“Really? Tell me something I don’t know already.”
Y/N sighed and took her time to exhale the smoke out of the window. “He asked me to ask you for some money, when I told him that he still owed you from the last time he got furious at me.”
“But you gave me the money for that loan.” Tommy’s eyebrows knitted in confusion.
“I did, but it wasn’t his money.” Y/N explained embarrassed after confessing Tommy the truth.
It was now time for Tommy for sigh. Eyes focused on the road, he didn’t want to be a pain and say I told you, Y/N was the only person he could trust and he wanted her to trust him the same way.
“Look this happens all the time, your Mum used to pay your dad’s bills behind his back, I just couldn’t take another one yet, he’s trying to find a better job and I think he’s going to propose soon.”
Tommy’s breath got caught up in his throat, he was trying to process the possibilities.
“So… is he the one?” He finally asked.
“Well he’s my boyfriend.” Y/N rushed to answer. “I just don’t know if he will let me keep working for Lady Winchester.”
“If you need a job, you know there’s always a spot for you at the Shelby Company Limited.” Tommy took the last puff of his cigarette and threw it outside the vehicle.
“Maybe I’ll need it later. Thank you.” Y/N felt more than grateful to have someone like Tommy around, he had always been there for her and her siblings specially after his business took off and he started to earn more money than anyone around. In her eyes, that didn’t make him change, if anything he became more generous.
But Scott on the other hand, was tender and good to her, he was fun to be around, always brought flowers to her. He wanted to have his own business one day, unfortunately life had been hard and it was taking him longer to make it.
Taking a turn, Tommy stopped in front of a huge gate, the property guarded by the gate wasn’t a house, it was a freaking mansion!
And her best friend was opening the gate as if he owned the property.
“Wha-what are you doing?” Y/N asked looking out the window.
“Drive over here!” Encouraged Tommy with a huge smile.
Her heart started beating faster, he showed her how to drive and even let her do it when she wasn’t allowed to. But this was wrong, it felt like they were trespassing, she could feel her heart pounding as Tommy shouted for her to hurry up.
Following his instructions, Y/N parked the car next to the fountain.
“I wanted you to see this first…” His smile couldn’t get any bigger as he opened his arms wide and looked around proudly. “I bought this place.”
Her jaw dropped, she was lost for words.
“What do you think? I’ll build a place for the horses in the back.” Tommy explained, eyes shining.
“Woah… I don’t know what to say Tom.” A hand covered her mouth, still shocked to form anything coherent. This house looked bigger than Lady Winchester’s and that was a bloody mansion too! “You always said you’d get yourself a decent place and a big house, and look at how far you’ve come!” She felt genuinely happy for him, Tommy had always worked so hard, always found a way to help his people and those around him. If anyone deserved this, it was him.
“I’ll even have my fucking office here, and there’s a grand salon for parties.” He explained as he waited for her to step inside.
“Parties?!” She laughed nervously.
“A ball dance and shit.” He took a look around.
“You’ll need loads of furniture to fill this place.”
Tommy chuckled. This was unthinkable a few months ago, now it was a reality, he’d had the big place he dreamed of when he was a kid.
“You got a fireplace! In the tea room!”
He followed Y/N’s voice, she was now standing in the middle of the dining room.
“This looks like it belongs to a Lord.”
“You can call me Lord Shelby then.” He winked at her and they both laughed at how ridiculous it sounded.
“Downstairs it’s the wine cellar.” He added hiding his hands inside the pockets of his pants. “Do you like it?”
“Are you kidding me?” She nodded. “This is a dream! I’m so happy for you!” Y/N then went to give him a hug.
A bold movement for the rest of the world, but to her it was just natural, they’ve been friends since forever. She was the one comforting him when his mother passed away, the one to help him hold it together after the war.
“You’ll love the kitchen, it’s huge but they’re doing some renovations already, I’ll show you once it’s done.”
“Looks like I’ll need to make an appointment from now on.” Y/N teased him.
Tommy shook his head with a shy smile. “Of course not, specially not you.”
She knew he was busier now days that the Peaky Blinders owned the races and licenses. It was just a matter of time before he found a woman and got married, then this house would be filled with kids. Or perhaps he already had someone therefore the plans to get the big house.
Once the realization hit her, she pretended to look towards the window. A sudden lump installed in her throat and something indescribable pressed her heart.
“Should we go? It’s going to be dark soon.” Y/N asked, looking him in the eyes for a mere second.
Time flew on their way back and soon Tommy stopped his car in front of Y/N’s door.
Even before he could say goodnight, an angry voice called for her.
“I’ve been waiting hours for you, Y/N nobody knew where the heck did you go.”
“Slow down mate, that’s no way to treat her.” Tommy intervened, holding Scott’s death stare.
“Stay the fuck out of this.” Scott raised his voice.
Tommy felt his blood boiling, one stride and he’d finish the prick, but before he could move, a pair of soft hands stopped him.
“Tommy please, let me handle this.” She pleaded.
His jaw clenched as he saw the smirk of satisfaction Scott gave him. The bastard had Y/N charmed and there was nothing he could do about it.
✨ Thank you for your support! You already know it, but the way to a writer’s heart is through your feedback xx
Special thanks to @red-riding-wood for the incredible moodboard and divider to make this story more magical!!!
Part of my grandma’s series and special thanks to @lyarr24 for the encouragement, it really makes a difference x
Summary: Y/N is forced to cancel her meeting with business man Robert Fischer due to really important matters. This will help him realize about a lot of things, specially those feelings he had been holding back.
Word count: 4,709
“Mr. Fischer I canceled your next meeting.” His assistant informed him.
His eyebrows raised in confusion. “Why?”
“Miss Y/LN called to say she had a personal matter and apologized for not being able to show you the new project.” The woman explained.
“Do you know what happened?” Robert asked, feeling more worried by the minute.
His assistant stammered nervously. “I don’t, but let me investigate.” She excused herself and left his office.
Something was wrong, Y/N had been working with him for several projects and in all of those years, she never skipped a meeting.
The red light on his phone started flashing.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Fischer, her secretary told me Miss Y/LN took the day off because her grandmother is in the hospital and she doesn’t know when she’s going back.”
For a second, blood ran down his body.
His uncle Pete stepped into his office after knocking.
“Would you like me to reschedule the meeting with someone else from her team?”
“No, we’ll wait until Y/N goes back to work. Thanks.”
“We can’t delay the project, we have a deadline and-” Pete started.
“I set that deadline, so we can. I don’t want anyone else in this.” He stated firmly.
“Where are you going?” His uncle asked. “Robert?”
Opening the door to his office, he asked his assistant to find out what hospital Y/N’s grandmother was and went back to get his briefcase. Dialing another number, he asked his driver to prepare the vehicle.
“I’ve a meeting with the major of the city at three o’clock, can you take care over?”
“No, why? What are you doing?”
But Robert left his questions hanging in the air, he rushed towards the elevator, right before the doors closed, he asked his assistant to cancel the rest of his agenda for the day.
As he was on his way to his vehicle, he got a notification on his phone.
Mr. Fischer I’m terribly sorry, but I’ve to cancel our meeting, if you want to move forward with the project, I’ll understand. Again, please accept my apologies.
Best regards,
Y/N Y/LN
The last thing she needed right now was to worry about something related to work.
Looking outside, Robert realized the sky went grey and heavy clouds threatened to unleash a storm.
He had worked with Y/N in several projects over the years, they first met when he bought a penthouse and asked her to decorate it, later on when he decided to make a renovation in the offices, he went to her again. Her elegant taste really stood out, Y/N thought of every single detail and made everything look effortlessly good.
Now, they had a building to decorate that he recently acquired to rent from individual offices to the entire floor. Y/N made it too easy, she understood what he wanted and didn’t stop working until everything was done, she never looked for excuses and delivered such a quality work. That made her the best in her field.
Stopping at the reception he asked a nurse for the emergency room.
“Are you family?”
“No.” His lips pursed in a tight line.
“Then I’m afraid you can’t go there.”
As he was about to protest, his eyes landed on Y/N, in the background.
“Y/N.” He moved towards her.
“Mr. Fischer?” She was equally confused and surprised to see him there.
“I heard about your grandmother, how’s she doing?”
“They took her to get some tests, they’re still trying to find out what happened, but since I can’t go with her, I thought of getting a coffee.”
Robert was aware of the circles under her eyes, shoulders tensed showing her worry.
“Hopefully they’ll find out soon so she can start a treatment.”
As they were in line, he eyed a nurse looking at him, but turned his attention to Y/N again.
“How are you doing?”
“I got so scared when I rushed here this morning, but the doctor said it was on time.” Her eyes then locked with his and she opened her mouth in shock. “I’m sorry you must be so busy, you didn’t have to come all the way here.”
But Robert shook his head. He felt like he needed to be there.
Their upcoming project was important, but he understood if she needed to take some time off. Only then he stopped to think how fragile life was, how everything changes in an instant… and what really matters.
“I wanted to make sure how you were doing, and the project it’s on hold until she gets better.”
He wanted to offer some comfort to Y/N, there was something about her that made his hands ache to reach out, but he didn’t know how.
“Thank you so much, I really don’t have the mindset right now.”
As the barista asked what they wanted, Y/N took out her wallet.
“Please,” Robert placed gently a hand on her arm, “it’s on me.”
“Mr. Fischer I-”
“I must insist.” He tried again and gave his credit card to the lady behind the counter, who gave them a smirk. “And please, cut the Mister part, makes me feel like I’m over sixty.”
“Thank you, for the coffee and for being here, Robert.”
“Did you let your family know?” Contrary to him, Y/N had a loving family, he knew they shared a tight bond.
“My mom is on a holiday, so she’s trying to change her flight and my cousin works in another city, but she’s traveling asap.”
“What about your uncle?”
“I haven’t seen him in years, he got mad at my grandma some time ago… it was something really stupid.”
He studied her face to see if he was stepping on the line. One he shouldn’t cross.
“Sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t worry, it happens all the time. And to be honest? We are better without him in our lives.”
“But you see your cousin?”
“Our moms were sisters, but her mother passed away. He’s the weird one, the dramatic, the complainer…” Y/N thought she shouldn’t share something like that with him, but she needed to get it out of her chest.
“One in each family.” He agreed with a hint of a smile.
“Flat white and regular coffee ready!” The barista called for them.
“You have to deal with that too?”
“Yeah, they made peace before my dad passed away.” Robert felt like sharing something about his own family.
“At least they got to leave that behind, I’m sorry about your father.”
Stepping into the elevator, Y/N closed her eyes at Robert’s scent, it screamed masculinity and elegance. His jaw clenched as he sipped on his drink.
“I really appreciate you being here.”
He wanted to say that he deeply cared about her, but it wasn’t the right time or place, so he nodded.
“Anything you need, just ask.”
And he meant that.
She wanted to say so many things, but words got stuck in her throat. Over the years, the admiration and respect she felt for Robert turned into an impossible crush, he was the man all women drooled about.
There was no doubt he was attractive, handsome from every possible angle, smart, his working ethic was an example to follow, but he was always guarded behind the tallest wall, that’s why seeing him taking the time to just being with her meant so much.
“I’m sure this will be a short stay at the hospital and you’ll help your grandma out before you know it. They’re made of something else.”
She looked at him, discovering a side of him that she didn’t even know it existed. “I hope you’re right.”
As they sat in a corner, Y/N leaned forward, resting her arms on her thighs. “She just told me last week she wanted to go somewhere, have a vacation.”
She had mixed emotions, not knowing what would happen. But oblivious to her fears, Robert was feeling the same as he was transported back in time to that moment before his father passed away. There had been so many things left unsaid, sometimes he still wished things were different between them, he longed for so many years to have a good relationship with his father… but it was too late now for that, so he just pushed it to a far corner in his mind. Learned to leave it behind.
But now all he could think of was if something happened to him… who would be there by his hospital bed the way Y/N was for her grandmother?
Feeling something close to a kick in his gut, he realized Y/N sobbed, she was trying to hold her tears back.
“Everything it’s going to be fine.” He rushed to say and instinctively passed an arm behind her back to offer some comfort. “Bet she’s a strong woman, soon you’ll leave this in the past.”
“I got so so scared.” Y/N let him hold her.
“It’s only natural, you care about her.”
This was so unlike him, he never hugged anyone… but somehow it’s like he was comforting himself as well.
She thanked him one more time and even managed to crack a small smile before the Doctor called for her. Robert asked for a minute just as she was about to go.
“I actually have to go, just wanted to know how you were doing.” Robert admitted closing the buttons of his suit.
“I really appreciate the company.” She admitted genuinely.
“If you need anything, you know where to find me.” Robert expressed. “Anything, anytime.”
Y/N nodded.
“I mean it.” He studied her features.
“Thank you, for everything.” As she went to talk to the doctor, he headed to the administration cubicle.
***
After signing a few more documents and a phone call with her mother, Y/N was shocked to see her grandmother laying in the hospital bed, but not in her room, she was in the middle of the hall with a nurse holding the equipment and as another one approached, she rushed to ask what was happening.
“Hello dear.” Her grandma smiled up at her.
“We’re transferring the patient.”
“Where?! What happened?”
“She’s stable, don’t worry.” The nurse explained. “We’ve instructions to transfer your grandmother to the Suite.”
“The what?!” Y/N realized she raised her voice involuntary. “There must be a mistake.”
Another nurse came around and showed her some papers. “See? Upgrade to suite.”
“Who signed this?”
“I’m sorry ma’am but I can’t reveal that information.”
She tried to keep up with the nurses and the bed, and with her mind working at speed.
“Well you’ll need to, because I’m not paying for this. Who gave you the authorization?” She then regretted, afraid her questions could affect her grandmother’s attention.
As the two nurses stepped into the elevator, the other one held her arm. “I didn’t tell you this, but the gentleman that was here with you earlier, he asked for the upgrade and the best treatment. It’s all been sorted out.”
“Miss Y/LN? Your grandma is asking for you.” Called one of the hospital staff.
Rushing into the elevator, she held out her hand for Y/N to take. The rest of the trip towards her new room was filled with the endless questions she had for the nurses.
“The Doctor will come up shortly, we already sent him the results.” One of them informed Y/N.
What doctor? She wondered as the first comment she got when they admitted her grandma was the only one available was the emergency responsible. Not an specialist, but as her grandmother patted the spot next to her in the bed, Y/N shook all thoughts to the side.
“This is a nice room, it’s not as depressing as the other one, isn’t it?” She asked her granddaughter.
“Definitely, so you can recover faster.”
“And look, they even got flowers!” She pointed towards the corner.
The first thought that crossed her mind, it was Robert.
And as Y/N walked to pick up the vase full of colorful and most beautiful flowers, she found a note.
Get well soon.
Robert.
Y/N placed it inside her cardigan.
“I’m doing just fine sweetheart, don’t worry.” Her grandmother assured her with a smile.
“I know… j-just.”
Y/N closed her eyes and carefully rested her head against her grandmother’s.
“If you need to go to work, I’ll be fine.”
But she shook her head. “No, I’m staying with you. Work can wait.”
“Ah, yes I forget you’re your own boss.” She teased.
“Looks like you’re getting better already.”
“I told you it was nothing.” She insisted.
Luckily as the doctor arrived, he confirmed her grandmother’s words. It was a bacteria they found, but it was just in time and with the right medication she’d be out in a couple of days.
A knock on the door caught her attention, but soon she realized, her cousin Mila arrived.
“Traffic was horrible, how’s grandma?” She asked.
“She’s sleeping, the doctor assured me it’s treatable but I don’t know if we should’ve a second opinion.”
“My, my…” She looked around. “This looks like a spa.”
She pointed out as they sat in the independent lounge, it was separated from the bedroom but still inside the room so they wouldn’t bother her grandma. Or anyone who visited her.
“Excuse me, just want to make sure the fridge has everything.” Someone from the staff walked in. “How’s the patient doing? Heard she did well on her tests.”
She reminded Y/N of Queen Latifah, with a friendly smile.
“Better now that we know what she has.” Y/N thanked her.
“Good to hear. Mr Fischer requested the best treatment so if I can assist you in anyway, let me know.” She winked.
“Thank you so much.” Y/N tried to avoid Mila’s inquisitive stare.
“Oh Mr. Fischer…” she cooed. “That bachelor? What-?”
“Mila, stop it… Robert’s a good friend.”
“So he’s not Mr. Fischer, he’s Robert now…” the grin on her face made Y/N blush.
“Y/N?” Her grandma called from the bedroom.
“I’m right here, do you need anything?” She approached the bed.
“Hello gran, the doc said you’ll feel better?”
Clicking her tongue, she dismissed any worries. “They’re exaggerating.”
Mila chuckled. “It’s alright, take advantage of the privileges provided by Y/N’s crush.”
“What crush?” She asked curiously.
“Nothing.” Y/N tried to intervene.
But as her cousin was about to talk, a nurse interrupted. “Good evening, I’m going to change your medication ma’am and dinner should arrive shortly.”
“I heard they’re giving you caviar or salmon.” Mila joked. “Who do you think sent you the flowers? Your secret admirer?”
Y/N shook her head. “I’ll go real quick and grab a change of clothes, then I’ll be back okay?” She announced to her grandmother and cousin.
“Do you‘ve free access to Robert’s helicopter?” Mila shouted.
Then Y/N heard her grandmother whisper. “Who’s this Robert?”
“No one,” Y/N sighed defeated, “don’t believe anything she says.”
“Tell him I’m size seven in Louboutin’s world.”
“I believe someone has the best nurses in this hospital, if I didn’t know otherwise, I’d say you could go home already.” The doctor greeted from the door.
“Oh Doctor they’re my granddaughters,” the woman beamed, “always taking care of me.”
“That’s the most important part for a speed recovery.” The Doctor agreed. “You might feel a bit tired with the meds though, so don’t worry if you notice she suddenly drifts to sleep.”
“Good.” Y/N nodded and excused herself.
Once outside the hospital, she was searching on her phone to get a cab, when someone called her name.
“Miss Y/LN?” She looked at him and before she could ask how did he know her name, the man introduced himself. “I’m Mr. Fischer’s driver he asked me to take you any place you needed.”
She gave him a shocked expression and admitted it wasn’t necessary.
“He told me you’d say that, nevertheless I must insist.”
Once the man was driving, Y/N debated whether or not to send Robert a message. And what would she write anyways?
Thank you, for everything. She typed after a few minutes.
Whatever you need. He answered shortly after.
Words got stuck in her throat as she called him.
“I really want to thank you, Robert but this is too much.” She then thought he must be busy.
“Look, I know hospital stays can be difficult. How’s your grandmother?”
“Enjoying the suite and the attention, she feels so spoiled.” A small smile spread on her lips. “Thank you for that too.”
“It’s good to have that lounge outside the room huh? So visitors won’t disturb her.”
“I can’t thank you enough.”
“You already did.” He admitted and by the sound of his voice, Y/N imagined him smiling. “The couch turns into a bed.”
“I’ll rate it tomorrow morning then.”
“Y/N?” Robert walked towards the window, taking a look at the sight before him, the sky was clear now. “Everything will be alright.”
“Thanks. You can’t even imagine how much it means.” Her heart started beating faster. “When I saw you this morning, you gave me so much peace.”
He could still feel the way she hugged him, it was tattooed in his memory now.
“Glad I could help in some way.”
“I’ll try to hurry on your desig-“
“None of that, take care of your grandmother and we’ll see business later.” He assured her.
A message on her screen caught her attention, a groan left her lips involuntarily.
“Is everything okay?” He brushed away something from his sleeve.
Y/N bit her lip, not having much choice. “My grandma wants to thank you, personally.” She admitted after reading the message her cousin just sent her. “And she wants to know if she can stop by your office once she gets discharged.”
A genuine smile played on his lips as something he couldn’t name expanded from the deepest part of his heart.
“That won’t be necessary, I could pay her a visit… if you agree of course.”
Y/N noticed the driver stopped by her apartment so as she went upstairs she considered her options.
“Looks like we’re both stubborn.” Robert offered with a small chuckle.
“I just don’t wanna bother you.”
“If that’s what is stopping you, then let’s arrange this visit sooner rather than later, what do you think?”
“If you don’t stop by the hospital I know she’s going to show up in your office by the end of the day so… you’re more than welcome.”
Robert was showing her a side of him she had never seen. His generosity was unlimited and he seemed genuine.
But she was afraid of her grandmother and cousin’s expectations though.
“I’ll visit her the day after tomorrow, do you need-?”
“Nothing please, you already have done everything for us.” Y/N rushed to say.
Staring at the clock she realized this was the longest call they’ve had, he was probably busy and she kept wasting his time.
But Robert had other ideas.
“Are you going back to the hospital?” He asked, his eyebrows raised as his uncle stepped in his office.
“Yes, just came home to pick up some clothes and toiletries. I’ll be spending the night with her, my Mom arrives tomorrow morning.”
Robert looked at his uncle again, wanting to be on his own during the call. So he took the papers from his hands and mouthed him he’d check the files later.
He realized they had so much more in common. And he had always be in awe of her talent, but deep down he was wondering if she could feel something for him?
“Get her some magazines. Or a book.” He suggested. “Mine loved reading.”
Y/N eyed a small suitcase in the corner of her wardrobe. “Really? That sure helps to keep them busy.”
“It does, she was really active.” He added. “Loved to play cards and chess, but also paint, I still have some of her paintings.”
Y/N was enjoying to learn of these small snippets from the extremely private part of him. It felt like opening a drawer and finding a treasure.
“Do you’ve them somewhere on display?” She wanted to know.
Robert chuckled quietly and the sound spread softly through her body.
“No, they must be somewhere in the attic, but I should, you know? Perhaps you could help me decorate around.”
“I’d love to, it’s a great way to honor her.” Y/N’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. “I’m sure she’d like that too.”
Robert closed his eyes for an instant, going back in time to his childhood.
“I remember she had this obsession with flowers and started painting all kinds… said it was the only way to keep them alive.”
“We could change the frames and give it a refresh or keep them the way they’re to have this vintage look, it could work both ways perfectly.” She sounded excited.
“Thank you, Y/N.” She tilted her head confused as she finished packing.
“For what?”
Robert paused, savoring the words and memories.
“For making me remember my grandmother, she had a huge impact in my life.”
****
“Grandma wait, we need to see the doctor first.” Y/N rushed to offer her arm as support for her grandmother.
“Well you can wait, I want to go already. I’m fine! Look at me.” She showed off.
A knock on the door interrupted the conversation.
“That must be him, I’ll get it.” Y/N’s mother offered. But when she opened the door, she didn’t find the doctor.
“Mr. Fischer! Come in.” She tried to hide the grin, but she couldn’t help it.
“It’s lovely to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you. How’s grandma doing?” He asked politely.
“Ready to leave.” Her eyes wanted to go through the walls to call her daughter.
“You need to tell grandma to take things eas-“ Y/N’s words got cut when she found Robert chatting to her mother.
“I was just telling Mr. Fischer how grateful we are for all he did.” Y/N’s mom beamed.
“And I was about to ask if you were Y/N’s sister.” The compliment made Y/N’s mother turn red, she was walking over clouds. “And call me Robert, please.”
“What are you all doing standing there? Let me give this gentleman a hug.” Grandma’s voice made them all turn around.
“It’s wonderful news to see you recovered completely.” Robert praised genuinely, he suddenly felt nervous and toyed with the button of his suit. “So, when are you heading home?”
“As soon as they sign the papers, but it was such a good stay they took very good care of me.” She patted his hand.
Robert’s eyes searched for Y/N, she was holding her grandmother’s free hand. He gave her a small nod and noticed the worry from her eyes had finally faded away.
“This deserves a little celebration then.” He proposed.
Y/N grandma’s nodded profusely, she seemed to be in good spirits and cheerful.
“I actually prepared something,” Y/N’s mother announced looking shyly at Robert, “would you like to join us? It’d be just the three of us.”
The invitation took Robert by surprise, he felt touched by their chemistry and tight bond, the way they held into each other.
“I really appreciate the offer.” Then he looked in Y/N’s way, trying to read her expressions.
Did she want him to be there with her mother and grandma?
“I can assure you, you’ll ask for a second round of food.” Y/ N admitted with a smile.
“I’m ready for it.”
About an hour later, the four of them stepped into Y/N’s apartment. She and her mother agreed it would be the best for now if grandma stayed with her for a few weeks while she recovered.
As the three of them chatted, Robert got lost in the decoration, it was everything; cozy, elegant, perfectly put together, inviting. Somehow Y/N managed to find the balance between each room to look like taken from a magazine but it still felt like it was meant to be shared with her loved ones.
Which was exactly what was happening as they helped grandma get comfortable in the living room.
“I’ll bring you a blanket.” Y/N’s mother smiled at him while she disappeared into the hall.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” Y/N asked, biting the inside of her cheek. Robert looked like he belonged right there.
“Thanks, but let me help you.” He offered following her to the kitchen. “You got an amazing place.”
Everything was meticulously chic and the way it matched perfectly as if all of it was part of the next one, but it only made sense given the fact that she was an expert in interior design.
“Thank you, it took me a while but it’s finally just the way I dreamed it.” Y/N showed him where he could find the glasses while she heated the food her mother prepared.
As she excused herself to give her grandmother some water, he noticed the family vibe the room provided, the flowers on the counter, the photographs and magnets on the side of the fridge…
But deep inside, he knew it wasn’t about the things. It was Y/N’s essence what made the difference. It had to do more with what he was missing, what he was longing.
****
Y/N noticed Robert was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes fixed on the project yes, but his mind wasn’t there.
Perhaps he didn’t like the proposal, something in the design wasn’t what he envisioned…
“Is everything alright?” She finally dared to ask.
Y/N had been working from home while she took care of her grandmother, taking shifts with her mother during the weekdays and alternating with her cousin Mila on the weekends to run some errands or visit some clients.
But Robert had been adamant to request their meetings take place at her apartment so she wouldn’t leave her grandmother by herself.
“Actually no.” His elbows rested on the table, even on a Saturday afternoon he was wearing his signature suit, with a baby blue tie that matched his eyes perfectly. Everything about him was perfect; his hair groomed, jaw perfectly shaved, smooth hands, shoes polished.
Perhaps she missed some of his requests, but she even incorporated a few details Robert requested last minute for the building. She was sure that like always she got the best quality materials for everything, budget wasn’t a problem after all.
Robert was struggling to find the right words to say, he desperately wanted something that some time ago seemed to be unrealistic, something that wasn’t made for a man like him.
“Y/N…” he pushed the iPad with the design away from him, gently enough to not scare her. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
Y/N’s hands fumbled nervously under the table.
“Since the first time you showed me the design for the penthouse, I thought you were fascinating, then over time your work spoke volumes for yourself and I found myself looking for any excuse to ask your help,” Robert dared to look up, into her eyes. “What I’m trying to say is, Y/N… I really enjoy your company and you’ve showed me the true meaning of what’s like to have a loving family. Someone to rely on, to be there for you. Just like you’ve been for those who you love.”
He was lost in love and he’d open up his heart to her.
Y/N’s mother was about to walk in with a tray of lemon pie she made, but as she noticed the look on her daughter’s eyes and how close she and Robert were, she quietly left, not wanting to interrupt them.
“I thought you were taking those to the office?” Grandma asked confused.
“I was, but guess what? Maybe I just imagined it but it looked like they were about to kiss!” She explained excitedly.
Grandma’s smile spread immediately on her lips. She had been waiting for this moment.
Thank you for reading! 🥰 I felt the urge to write this fluffy piece because I can’t resist a Robert Fischer’s idea 🤭✨
🎉 @runnning-outof-time I write this little fluffy piece for your celebration! Hope you like this! Congratulations on 4K followers, and also thank you for your kindness, your constant content -which I’m trying to catch up on-, and your little sweet and cheerful messages K! 💖 I’m particularly grateful for your presence in this fandom (the very first blog I remember following and following me back!)
Last but not least, thank you @justrainandcoffee for the absolutely beautiful moodboard!!!!!!! ♥️✨ It’s everything I imagined and even more ✨
A/N: Keep reading until the end, you’ll find a recipe in case this story makes you go hungry 🤭 because in this blog we share photos and recipes, whatever you want 😉 I couldn’t help it but add the grandma element in this one (Grandma’s series) and a little baby fever 👀 @forbidden-forest-witch
Word count: 2,308
“Alright Polly, I’ll deal with the contracts tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks, Ada should be sending you the papers.”
“Enjoy the rest of your holiday already, bye.” He added but didn’t hang up. He heard her laughing at the other end of the line. “For good, have some fucking rest.”
She was just like him, refused to take days off, now she was finally about to embark into a cruise around the Mediterranean.
“Are you home yet?” She asked.
“Yeah, just want to take a bath and go to sleep.” But that was so unlikely since both his children were home for the weekend.
“Give Y/N and the kids a kiss from me.” Polly requested and finally hung up.
Getting a phone call from an known number, Tommy decided he was done for the day, so pressing the red button, he walked into his apartment and immediately the voices coming from the kitchen caught his attention.
Genuine, loud laughs filled the hall and he recognized the unmistakable song in the background.
“I want the pink M&M’s!” Shouted Ruby.
“Why do you like everything that’s pink?” Charlie questioned as Tommy left his keys and wallet by the table.
“Because…” his daughter’s voice mumbled something he didn’t understand. “Y/N can you spin me around again, pleeeease?”
Tommy was about to interrupt the scene going on the kitchen, but he stopped midway as Y/N turned around and leaned forward, Ruby wrapped her arms and legs from behind while Y/N held her feet and slowly twirled around. Making his daughter giggle uncontrollably, her hair flowing.
“Okay now go back to your chair because you’re making the baby twirl inside too.” Y/N joked.
“I don’t know how you do it, when I was pregnant all I could was throw up. You need to take it easy.” Her mother asked in a worried tone.
“Mom I’m fine, besides the baby really wants a slice.” Then, looking at Charlie, she gasped. “Oh Charlie we don’t lick the spatula,” she told him in a calm tone, but it was too late he was done decorating his slice and now half his face was covered in chocolate, “well, what’s a few germs between friends huh?”
As the kids started giggling, she noticed Tommy standing by the door.
She was wearing a black tight dress that looked like a second skin on her, wrapping every curve perfectly and also showing his favorite new feature; the baby bump fully on display. Her hair free, wild long waves covered her back. A few bracelets hanging from her wrist, the Cartier watch he gave her for their first anniversary and her signature smile that took his breath away.
“I didn’t hear you,” wiping her hands with a cloth, she approached her husband. “Missed you.”
His hands wrapped around her back immediately as their lips connected. She tasted like cheesecake and strawberries.
“I missed you too.” He whispered and crunching down, he planted a kiss on her swollen belly. “How’s my little one, eh?”
“Starving and wriggling around.” Y/N answered as Tommy went for another kiss, this time on her lips.
“Eww, dad.” Charlie complained. Embarrassed by their affection.
Ignoring his son’s complain, he went to kiss Ruby on the cheek and then kissed Charlie as well, ruffling his blonde hair in the process.
“Hello Lisa, how are you doing?”
“Trying to make Y/N sit, but she won’t listen to me.” His mother in law welcomed him with a hug.
“Yeah, I deal with that on a daily basis.” He winked at her playfully.
“Hello? I’m standing right here!” Y/N waved at them.
“Oh!” Tommy made an innocent face. “Right, well I didn’t say anything.”
Ruby laughed. “Look Dad! Y/N had some crampings and we made a cheesecake!”
“I think she means cravings right?” He asked Y/N in a low voice, making his wife smile. “We? Are you sure you baked that?”
“Weeeeell Y/N and grandma baked it, but we decorated it!” She defended.
“And we made all slices with different topings.” Added Charlie.
Tommy’s heart melted as he heard his daughter call Y/N’s mother grandma, she and Polly were the closest his kids had.
He had lost his mother a long time ago, but once Y/N stepped into his life everything changed. Lonely nights were filled with love, long and deep talks. Actually, thanks to her, Tommy started to spend quality time with his children; Charlie and Ruby, driving them or picking them up from school, arranging plans on the weekends, even taking them both on holidays.
And Lisa welcomed not only him into her family lovingly, but both his kids as if they were her biological grandchildren.
“So which one is for me?” He asked after clearing his throat, he tried to hide his emotions, but Y/N could read him like an open book and a moment later he felt her hand on his back and her head on his shoulder. “These all look great.”
He spied on the slices with several options.
“Y/N said chocolate marble is your favorite.” Ruby gave him a serious stare.
“That’s about right.” He nodded profusely in her direction, then looking at his mother in law, he asked her; “I hope they didn’t give you loads of work.”
“None of that, they’re amazing kids.” Lisa beamed.
A groan came from the fridge, Tommy went immediately after Y/N worried.
“What is it?”
“We were going to put the pizza in the oven, but I can’t stand the smell.” She made a face.
Tommy decided to check the food, it had been in the freezer but it might be bad.
“This doesn’t smell, Y/N.”
“I just don’t want pizza anymore.” She pouted.
And in that very same moment, Tommy understood this was one of those mood swings caused by the pregnancy. A careful smile spread on his lips as his hands caressed her bump gently.
“Okay, so what do you want for dinner instead?”
By the corner of his eye, he saw his mother in law trying to suppress a giggle, luckily the children were busy with the cheesecake.
“We want tacos.” Y/N batted her eyelashes as she ran one of her hands over her stomach.
“Alright everybody,” he clapped his hands and looked at Charlie and Ruby, “go wash your hands then you’re going to help me prepare some tacos.”
“Yay!”
“Delish.” Ruby shouted and went into the bathroom.
“You’re staying with us right?” He asked Y/N’s mother.
She nodded and felt grateful when Tommy convinced her daughter to go and relax into the living room while they worked on the food.
“Last week she woke me up in the middle of the night because she wanted fried mozzarella sticks with mayonnaise.”
Y/N’s mother laughed as the kids joined them again.
“This is insane, I don’t know how you keep up with all of that.”
“I was worried about her health and the baby of course, but the doctor mentioned everything is perfect, baby is healthy… perhaps it’s the fact that she’s still doing exercise.”
“When I was pregnant I was sick all the time. She didn’t like anything of food I got.”
Tommy seemed to think about it as he started seasoning the beef.
“Actually Y/N felt like that for a few days after we found out, but then she started to eat pretty much everything, everywhere.” He chuckled. “Thankfully it’s been an easy pregnancy so far.”
He had actually been able to live this pregnancy to the fullest, joining Y/N for the doctor’s appointments, cravings, hormonal days, everything, something he didn’t have the chance to do with Charlie and Ruby.
He was enjoying every little change in Y/N’s body, the first time he felt a little kick, he cried actually, touched by the thought of his baby growing inside the woman he loved. They actually wanted to keep the gender a surprise until the baby arrives, it had been a challenge at times, but it was fun.
“Dad where’s the onion?” Ruby showed him the open fridge.
“Oh no, no… can we not add onions please?” Y/N joined them with a wrinkled nose.
“Two days ago you ate a full portion of fried onions, love.”
“This baby,” she pointed at her belly, “wanted onions, not me.”
“Isn’t it the same?” Charlie asked confused.
But Tommy knew better. “No onions then, I’ll start the grill with something else.” He added wanting to please her in every little detail.
As the kids helped Y/N’s mother to wash the avocados, Tommy got rid of his suit jacket.
Y/N stared at his back, wide with broad, toned shoulders covered by a perfectly fitted shirt. She loved to see him wearing daily a three piece suit in a world full of oversized t-shirts and pants.
But when he started rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, she lost it completely.
The sight of him was mouthwatering.
And as Tommy turned around, he caught her staring at her, the fire in her eyes could turn him on in a second.
“Behave, Y/N.” He whispered, disguising his words with a kiss on her hair. “Perhaps we’ll need a babysitter over the weekend?”
He chuckled at the way she nodded eagerly.
“My, my… what would your brothers say if they saw you wearing an apron and cooking?” Y/N’s mother joked, making everyone laugh by her sincerity.
“This is a secret we’ll have to keep, alright.” Tommy winked before checking the steak, he then asked Ruby to -carefully- and under his supervision to add cheese to the tortillas. “Chef Shelby only cooks for very very special people.” He added throwing a kiss to the air.
As Charlie brought the plates over the counter, he started slicing the meat and the explosion of flavors in the kitchen started to smell incredibly good.
Y/N’s mother was in charge of the different sauces, it was a usual now in their fridge as Y/N craved tortilla chips with sauce most of the time.
“Wow… this is Instagram worth it.” Y/N admitted taking a looking over Charlie’s shoulder. As the kid grinned at her, he made sure to serve a tortilla in each plate, to then hand it to his father so he could add the carne asada.
“What a beautiful family.” Y/N’s mother admitted, touched by the way Ruby was caressing Y/N’s stomach, Charlie helping with her food and Tommy looking after all of them.
Leaving the spoon, Tommy wrapped an arm around his loved ones while extending his free hand towards his mother in law.
“What are you doing there? You’re part of this too.”
After they were all released from the tightest hug, it was time to finally enjoy some tacos.
“Now shoo,” Tommy ushered Y/N out of the kitchen to arrange the food.
Gathering a tray, he placed the bowl with the guacamole and around all the tacos he just prepared. Leaving a small space for the sauces.
“Oh my God! This is so good!” Y/N admitted loudly after her first taco bite.
“Dad why does Y/N can eat before all of us?” Ruby asked innocently, confused because she was always told to wait until everyone were ready.
Tommy chuckled while Y/N apologized for not waiting the rest of the family.
“We don’t want to upset the baby, Rube. Right mama?”
Y/N nodded, her mouth was watering at the sight of the rest of the food. “That taco was for the baby, the next one is for me.”
After the kids took their place, Y/N’s mother offered a hand to each kid, seated each by her side. “Now what are we grateful for?”
“For this moment.” Tommy took the lead, feeling ever so grateful to have his loved ones in that room.
“For the cheesecake we’ll eat after dinner.” Charlie grinned.
“For this baby, and for each one of you.” Y/N’s words were followed by a smile.
“For my grand son or daughter!” Her mother joined the joy.
“For my little sister or brother.” Ruby added lastly.
“Now…” Tommy interrupted their hands mind-air as they were all after the delicious food on the table. “There’s something else I’m thankful for, tomorrow morning, we’ve to get up early because,” he was then interrupting by a chorus of groans and a pout from Y/N, “nevertheless… we’re going to visit a couple of houses to move in as soon as possible.”
“What?” Y/N was in shock.
“Love, this baby is coming very soon, we’ll need a bigger place than this apartment, I was thinking of a room for each,” he looked over at both children, “a nursery for the baby and of course a guest bedroom so you don’t have to share Ruby’s bed anymore.” He added looking at his mother in law.
“Oh Tommy!” Y/N’s eyes swelled with gratitude.
“I’ve narrowed the search to five properties so you’ll get to make the final decision.” He explained then.
“A house! Tommy a house!” Y/N couldn’t believe what she just heard.
“With a garden.” He encouraged.
“Can we have a pool?” Charlie asked.
“I want a doll house!”
“Whatever you want.” Tommy added, winking in Y/N’s direction. “Can we eat now?”
As the kids stormed to get their tacos, Y/N took his hand. A growing smile on her lips.
“You never said anything.” Her eyes sparkled.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“I’m so happy because of you.” Her sincerity wasn’t just in her words, but in her eyes as well.
And deep down, Tommy couldn’t believe that thanks to her, he was able to find stability, loyalty, freedom, love, a family, someone who helped him every day to be a better person.
****
I hope you enjoyed this little story! 🥰 remember, your feedback (in all ways) is always welcome and highly appreciated! ✨ xx
Mar!!!! This is so sweet!! Finally getting to catch up on my reading when I get little bursts of energy 😴 I loved this so much! I can definitely relate to eating for me AND the baby 🤭 now the baby wants some tacos!
Summary: Thomas Shelby is a well known gánster, reckless, fearless, stubborn, restless… he might be a lot of things, but he wasn’t an inconsiderate man. Not specially with an elderly woman.
A/N: 🤷🏻♀️ grandmas definitely knows what’s best for us 👵🏻♥️✨ nothing but a fluff moment…
See the Grandma series here
Word count: 3,303
Taking off you coat, you tried to rub your hands to warm them up. Announcing you just arrived, barely noticing an unfamiliar voice.
But to your surprise, once you stepped into the kitchen, you found the least person you thought that could ever be there.
The Small Heath devil, Thomas Shelby.
“Oh darling, there you are.” You grandma greeted you with a wide smile. “I was just telling Mr. Shelby about you.”
“Grandma.” You were paralyzed, frozen in spot.
Giving you a subtle double look, he had to force himself to compose, nothing your grandmother had said about you prepared him. Your beauty was beyond words. And over the last hour he had heard nothing but compliments and good things, he had to admit he had been curious about that young lady that seemed to be exceptional.
A long time ago you learned walking alone once is dark is a bad idea, but crossing your eyes with that man was worse.
“We haven’t done anything wrong Mr. Shelby…” you tried to explain as the man stared perplexed, his man spread as if he owed everything in that house.
“Sweetheart Mr. Shelby helped me with the groceries and bread, the basket was heavy and he offered to walk me home.”
Noticing the terror in your eyes, he cleared his throat.
“My job is done here Mrs. Barwick, it was lovely to meet you, thank you for the tea.”
Standing up, he grabbed his peaky cap, the razor blade caught the light and shone in your direction. But your grandmother had a different idea.
“What do you mean you’re leaving? You’ve to stay for dinner.”
“Absolutely not.” You rushed to interrupt. Looking down at the tone you just used to answer your grandma you mumbled an apology.
“I really appreciate the offer bu-”
“This is absurd, you can’t leave until you’ve had dinner Mr. Shelby, I must insist, and I need to know the rest of the story of that caravan trip you did.” She replied scolding him just like she did with you, in that motherly tone.
Frowning you looked from her, to the well known gánster. There was no way back now, he was staying for dinner.
“Now, would you like some more tea?” She offered to him, as Thomas opened his mouth to say no, your grandma filled the cup again. It looked ridiculous in his hand.
The most dangerous man in the country drinking tea from a cup decorated with flowers. ¡In your bloody kitchen!
“Milk?” She offered, ignoring the fact that he could kill her anytime. You’ve heard all kinds of stories about him and the tortures he used among his enemies.
“Yes thank you.”
“Sweetheart, would you mind helping me here?” She pointed at the pot next to her knees, it was getting harder for her to bend down these days.
“I’ll get that for you.” He offered and in mere seconds he was crunching down to get it.
“Oh bless you.” Your grandma offered him another smile. “Why are you still standing there?” She called to get your attention.
Shaking your head a little, you were able to move past the initial shock, but still threw the man a side look just to make sure he wasn’t planning to blind your grandmother.
“Shall I cut these?” Mr. Shelby proposed pointing at the potatoes, after your grandmother nodded he produced a knife from his pocket, making you gasp. “Everything alright Miss Y/LN?”
“If you excuse me, I’ll come back in a minute.” She raised her eyebrows at you before she left.
“Listen it’s just the two of us alright? I pay the taxes and give money to church but I won’t pay you for protection.” You should have kept your mouth shut but for some reason, adrenaline made you talkative and you were nervous, afraid for your life, for your grandma.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to collect any money.” He raised his hands in defense. “Your grandmother is adorable.”
“What?” You asked perplexed, thinking of a possible way to get out of the house safely.
“You heard me, I’m not here to do any harm to you or her.” He clicked his tongue. “She said you’re a smart woman, you’ve nothing to worry about.”
“Then why are you here?” Confusion was written all over you.
“She offered me tea and cookies… oh! And dinner.”
“You can’t stay!”
“Y/N! Where are your manners? That’s no way to treat such a gentleman.”
You couldn’t help but scoff at her words. Thomas Shelby a gentleman. He narrowed his eyes, and gave you an offended look.
“Set the table, I’ll finish this.” She ordered.
Doing as she asked, you went to collect the plates.
“Not that ones! The fancy set!” She instructed pointing the spoon at you.
Tommy chuckled at your surprised expression, but quickly looked down to continue his task chopping the vegetables.
But he’s a criminal! He’s a gangster! You wanted to say. Yet, she wanted to use the delicate china reserved only for important occasions.
Placing the plates, you took then the silverware from the drawer. Seconds later you heard them laughing over something he had said, your grandmother’s voice praising him for his sense of humor. She had no idea who he was! Or what he had done.
“And what did he say afterwards?” He asked your grandma, you found him leaning against the sink, his body turned to face her.
“He said, I swore I saw you first, it had to be me the one who would make the first move.” Your grandmother stated proudly.
Here she was, seventy something years old telling the number one Birmingham’s criminal her love story with your grandfather.
“I told him, of course honey, you chose me. He always thought it was him, but it was me the one who chose him.”
“How long were you married?” He asked with interest.
“Over fifty years, most of my life. Can you believe that?”
“That’s lovely.” He admitted. The words sounded so wrong in his mouth, he should be cursing or shouting.
“Dinner is ready.” Your grandma announced. “Y/N help our guest.”
You wanted to roll your eyes.
“Food smells amazing.” He complimented.
“Would you like a piece of bread? Tommy?”
“Grandma!”
“What? He says I can call him that.” She defended.
“Please.” He smiled and you groaned internally. “I’m going to wash my hands.”
As soon as he disappeared, your grandma grabbed your arm. “You need to put a smile on that face my darling, can’t you see? An educated gentleman is visiting us, he smells nice, has a sense of humor, is polite and handsome… have you seen his eyes? It’s like a piece of heaven!”
“So what? He’s a-”
“You need to find yourself a decent man, Y/N.”
“He’s not a decent man.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Grandma, he’s an arrogant, selfish and dangerous-”
“May I have this honor?” He asked interrupting your little disagreement, offering his arm to your grandma, he guided her tenderly towards the table. He probably heard everything you said.
“So, Tommy what is that you do?”
“I’ve a business, we sell car parts in different countries.”He wasn’t lying.
“I’ve never used a car!”
“Then I should take you for a ride.”
You felt about to combust, he was charming your grandmother and she believed him!
Grinding your teeth, you placed the food on his plate.
“I really appreciate this.” He gave you a twisted smile.
Your grandmother’s hand came to rest on his arm. “I’m so glad I came across you this afternoon. It’s been lovely to share this meal with you.”
“I’m flattered you think that.”
“You don’t have a wife waiting at home, do you Tommy?” Your grandma asked bluntly and you almost chocked on your food.
“No, Mrs Barwick. I’m not married.”
“How is that possible?” She shook her head. “You deserve a good woman!” Then, looking at you she said; “what was that tale I told you to find a husband?”
“I don’t know grandma, I’m done with my dinner if you excuse m-”
But the look she threw in your direction, made you reconsider leaving the table. Sometimes she didn’t need to use her words. One look was more than enough.
You took a deep breath uncomfortable, and it only grew as you could feel Mr. Shelby’s eyes on you.
“Your grandma mentioned you sell books.” He asked to ease the tension.
“Yes.”
“Oh but show him! About that collection you got.” Your grandma encouraged.
“What is it about? Eh?”
“She’s a great seller.” She praised.
“Oh.” Mr. Shelby’s eyes sparkled. He was having fun. “Really?”
He was the most irritating person you’ve ever met.
“It’s about the Greek mithology.”
“Fascinating.” He nodded. “Why don’t you stop by my office tomorrow? I’d like the entire collection.”
“That’s wonderful!” Your grandma beamed.
“All set then.” He ran his tongue over his lips and then, tilted his head. “You made me remember about my grandmother.”
“What was a she like?” Your grandmother asked, batting her lashes.
He had her eating from his palm deliberately.
Studying the man before your eyes, something changed inside you. How could he be so cold-hearted? He seemed like a total different person in that very moment, his guard was down, posture totally relaxed, he even had a smile on his face.
Catching you off guard, you had to look away from him.
“She was a gypsy princess.” His blue eyes filled with nostalgia. “Thanks to her I learned all about values like respect, loyalty. She showed me how to ride a horse and light a fire.”
“It must’ve been hard for her to be on the road.”
“Actually no, she loved to be free, said how nature provided us for everything we might need.” He explained all while his deep voice was dragging you into something you couldn’t name. “It’s getting late and I don’t want to keep you up. Thank you once again.”
“Thank you for a lovely evening Tommy, would love to have you again for dinner .”
He gave you another look, not so subtle this time.
“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Not at all, right Y/N?” She pressed her elbow against your arm. “Walk him to the door my dear.”
Offering his hand to her, she whispered into his ear; “She doesn’t trust easily, you’ll need to work harder.”
Tommy tried to disguise his chuckle, after winking at your grandmother he thanked you too.
“I really enjoyed it, hope to see you around?” He arranged the peaky cap on his head and placed his hand on your arm.
“Goodnight Mr. Shelby.” Was all you could think of saying, still confused by everything that happened.
“Goodnight Mr. Shelby?” Your grandmother mimicked your voice. “You’ll need to do better next time, fix your hair, wear your new shoes… a little something! Y/N I placed him in a silver tray for you and you only said two words to him. Sweetheart you need to do something to catch his attention.”
Opening your mouth to protest, but she continued rambling. “But be discreet, you must stand out from the other women, don’t throw yourself at him, leave him wanting more,” her eyes sparkled in excitement. “A hand on his shoulder, hold his gaze… or pretend to brush something from his coat and then look at his lips.”
“Grandma, stop.” You blushed.
“Goodness, I can’t do anything else for you! He was right here!” She took the plates to the kitchen. “A smile might help, you need to ask him about his day, fix his handkerchief…”
“He was only here because you didn’t give him another option.” A sigh escaped your lips.
“My sweet girl, you’ve everything he needs,” she cupped your chin gently. “But you’re too shy! He kept staring at you…”
“I think your imagination is wild.”
“Y/NY/LN,” you stopped midway as she called your full name. Oh oh. “I like him to be my grandson-in-law… so you gotta do something soon.”
And knowing her the way you did, you realized there was no way back now. Once an idea got into her head, she wouldn’t let that slip away.
“I’ve been praying for this moment for so long!” You heard her say from across the room and then she mumbled something about that blue dress that suited you so well.
As you were about to clean the kitchen you heard a knock on the door. Opening, you were surprised to find the most terrifying man on your doorstep once more.
Your heart rate went up immediately, he was standing with his hands crossed in front of his body, head hanging low, you could only see his lips under the peaky cap.
“I’ll be waiting for you Miss Y/LN, tomorrow ten o’clock, I’ll make sure to send someone to help you with the books.”
“That won’t be necessary, I can carry them by myself.” You insisted, still unsure about his intention.
“Fairly well, as you wish.”
As he turned around to leave, something made you stop him.
“I want to thank you for helping my grandmother.” Never, in a million years you imagined you’d be grateful for something he did.
Lifting his jaw to stare at you with those piercing blue eyes that could set anyone into stone, he gave you a smile.
“I just did the right thing.” He cleared his throat. “You’ve nothing to be afraid of by the way, don’t believe everything you hear.”
“I just learned that, you can be considerate and charming sometimes.”
“Then consider yourself lucky,” he winked at you, “that doesn’t happen too often.”
Looking past your shoulder, Tommy noticed your grandmother’s head poking, moving her hands excitedly towards you.
Oh, Mar. my heart aches for you. I’m so sorry to offer my condolences so late, I’m so sorry about your grandma. I know you two were especially close and it’s never easy losing that support person.
This was such a sweet tribute to her. Really, what an amazing little story! I can totally picture first season Tommy being so obedient to an adorable gran and reverting back to innocent little boy. The grandma was a star lol I just loved her! Your grandma would be so flattered by this and proud of your writing abilities. If she was anything like this woman you wrote, I can only imagine what a firecracker she was!
I know this has got to be a hard thing on your heart, but the way you’re pouring the grief and memory of your grandma into your work is beautiful 🩷
(Warnings:Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only…..)
Hello lovey people!!! I’m happy to be back posting. Sorry for the long hiatus. Life got in the way but I have loads of chapters to add here! (I’ve currently written 60 already so buckle up!) & Please forgive me for the annoying spaces in between paragraphs. It’s been awhile so I’m getting used to this character limit 😵💫
Word count: 4.8k
"I- it's Arthur. He- he's been attacked at the Department of Mysteries…".
"WHAT?!", Brigitte sits up abruptly in the bed, holding the sheet up to cover her body. Remus is staring at Sirius with wide eyes and a slack jaw.
The dark-haired wizard shakes his head.
"Dumbledore sent that git grandfather of mine, in the portrait in the other room. I heard him calling for me and he said Arthur's been attacked at the Ministry. He's on his way to the hospital. All the kids will be here soon", he pants and then rushes down the stairs.
"Shit…", Remus breathes out, combing his fingers through his hair. Brigitte vaguely remembers hearing Harry ask Hermione about hearing a voice in his bedroom, of course Dumbledore would have a stealth way of communicating like this in case of emergency.
She reaches over and pulls on an old tee shirt and hurries over to him,
"C'mon, we need to get dressed", she says as she rubs his arm.
Remus jerks his head and he looks over at her,
"Right… right…", he mumbles before he puts his dress shirt and trousers back on. Brigitte slips into her pajama pants.
Remus takes her hand, holding it tightly as they descend the stairs. As soon as they reach the bottom landing they hear a loud crash.
"OUCH!".
"Oooo Freddie! You kneed me in my twins!".
"I'm not Fred, you're Fred!".
"Then you must've also kneed me in the head!".
"Will you two shut it?! Ugh, Ron get off my foot!".
Brigitte's pace quickens when she hears Ginny yelp.
"Get OUT KREACHER", they hear Sirius growl.
They pass the house elf in the hall, muttering his usual niceties,
"Filth blood traitors have come back… oh look, scummy werewolf and whore who dare to desecrate master's home-".
"Kreacher!", Remus barks at the ball of wrinkles uncharacteristically.
Brigitte squeezes his hand,
"Usually he ignores me completely, I think we're making progress", she whispers.
Remus and Brigitte rush hand-in-hand into the kitchen and Ginny immediately runs over to the couple. Tears are streaming down her face as the little read head squeezes her arms around Brigitte. She lets go of Remus' hand and pats Ginny on the back.
"What's going on?!", Sirius asks as he helps Harry up, "they told me Arthur's been injured?". Ginny whimpers into Brigitte's chest. She comfortingly shushes the distraught girl and guides her to a bench in the corner by the fireplace.
"Ask Harry", said Fred breathlessly.
"Yeah, I want to hear this for myself", George adds. Remus sits down at the kitchen table next to Ron who has a pale green shade to his face. The twins and Sirius stand in the middle of the kitchen, all of them watching as Harry starts pacing.
"It was… like… a vision", Harry shutters, "I saw a snake slithering across a dark room… towards a man, it was Mr. Weasley…", he shifts uncomfortably, "… the snake rose from the floor and started attacking him… and, and then I woke up".
Brigitte, Remus, and Sirius' look at one another horrified. Snape mentioned Nagini just a few hours ago, but he didn't know what she would be used for. Who knew they'd find out so quickly? They all look at Harry expectantly. He looks down at his feet, his ears reddening and a nauseous feeling intensifying.
"I'm so sorry you had to see that Harry", he jerks his head when Brigitte address him with a gentle voice, "I'm sure Arthur is okay. He's already being taken care of at St. Mungos, and it sounds like you saved him".
George sits down beside her on the bench,
"Is Mum coming here?", he asks her worriedly.
"I'm not sure, George, I'm sorry. She'll probably go to the hospital first when she hears", she says and pats his shoulder.
"We've got to go to St. Mungos… now!", Ginny urges suddenly, looking around the room.
Sirius huffs impatiently and rubs his forehead,
"Wait- you can't go rushing off to the hospital… how would you explain how you know about the attack?".
"It doesn't matter?! It's our dad!", Fred shouts angrily, taking a few steps towards the shirtless wizard, eyeing up and down his tattooed chest as the redhead stands a few inches taller.
"It matters… because this would draw attention to the Order and to Harry. The Ministry cannot know about these visions…", Remus speaks up, sounding surprisingly calm.
Ginny huffs and curls up next to Brigitte,
"Someone else could've told us! Someone besides Harry!", she exclaims, hugging her knees into her chest.
"Like who?", Sirius asks impatiently and takes a deep breath, "look- your dad was hurt while doing something for the Order. It'll look suspect enough with him coming in the middle of the night, but then his kids busting into the room moments after it happened-".
"We don't care about the stupid Order!", Fred cuts him off. George stands up next to him,
"It's our dad dying you're talking about!".
"Your father knew what he was getting into, and he won't thank you if you mess things up for the Order!", Sirius shouts angrily at them. Brigitte tightens her embrace on Ginny as her tears dampen Brigitte's shoulder.
"This is how it is- this is why you're not in the Order- you don't understand that there are things worth dying for!", Sirius fumes. James and Lily's faces flash through his mind, making him suck in his breath and grip firmly onto the back of a chair.
Remus goes over to his friend, patting him on the back.
"Sirius… stop. Just breathe", he tries to calm him down.
"You're right, they're not in the Order but young children worried about their father. So how about be a little easy on them?", Brigitte tries to diffuse the tension. She takes a deep sigh and looks to the twins, "Boys, I know it's hard but you all have to act like you don't know anything yet. Your dad knows the risks, we all do-," she says thinking back to her injury, "-We have to stay here, at least until we hear from your mother, alright?".
She can feel Ginny silently weeping. George sits back down; Brigitte puts her arm around him and he instinctively rests his head on her shoulder, all emotion drained from his face. She looks around the room, horror and confusion masked on everyone.
Fred drops into the seat next to Ron, and Harry follows suit. Sirius claps his hands together,
"How about someone thing to drink while we wait?", he offers and uses his wand to bring everyone butterbeers. They drink in a tense silence.
Brigitte glances over at Harry, who has a look of guilt spread across his face as his eyes stay focused on the table. Then she looks over to Remus leaning against the countertop, anxiously tapping the rim of his glass. His gaze is already fixed on her. They try to smile at one another, but it comes across more as a grimace.
Then with a flash of light near the ceiling, a small note along with a red feather flutters down to the table. Sirius snatches the bundle mid-air.
"Fawkes…hmm, not Dumbledore's writing, must be your mum's", he says and hands it to Fred.
His eyes shift over it frantically,
"Dad's still alive. I'm off to St Mungos now. Stay where you are. I'll send word as soon as I can. Mum.", he looks around the room anxiously.
"Still alive? But that sounds like…", George says slowly. Brigitte hugs the trembling siblings beside her.
"He's going to be alright", she says calmly, "he has the best healers looking after him, and your mother".
"How about you all lie down until your Mum gets here?", Sirius suggests. He's met with eat-shit glares, making Remus silently chuckle.
They wait in silence for an update for what feels like an eternity. Brigitte can feel George getting heavier on her shoulder as he drifts in and out of consciousness, while Ginny rests her head on her lap. Fred stares intently at his mother's note until Remus clasps his shoulder comfortingly. He gives the older wizard a sad smile and flips the note upside down. Harry and Ron sit shoulder to shoulder, looking at the empty butterbeer bottles.
No one really knows how long they waited like that. Brigitte rotates between which Weasley sibling's hair she caresses. At this point George is totally asleep and she has to tense her abdomen muscles to keep them upright. Harry avoids eye contact with everyone in the room. The guilt and responsibility build up like a fire growing inside him. Sirius watches him take dry gulps occasionally and shift uncomfortably in his chair.
Finally as the dark night sky turns into a deep gray-purple, Mrs. Weasley comes rushing into the kitchen.
"He's going to be fine", she says with a quivering lip, "he's sleeping. Bill's with him now, we'll see him once he's off to work… Thank you, Harry. I don't know what would've happened". Ginny and Fred run to their mother and hold her tightly. Ron takes a deep sigh in his chair and smiles at Harry. The bespeckled boy doesn't look so tense anymore.
George slouches back against the bench and covers his face, leaning against Brigitte. She lovingly rubs his arm,
"Shh, shh… he's alright Georgie!", she whispers. He nods his head and rushes to his mother.
"That's excellent, Molly. I never doubted he'd be okay", Remus says quietly as he pats the huddle of Weasley's on the backs.
"How about some breakfast?", Sirius says cheerfully and does a headcount.
"Actually… Sirius, can I talk to you for a minute?", Harry says hesitantly.
"Yes, of course, Harry", he says, leading him out the kitchen door. He glances back to Brigitte and Remus to start breakfast.
"We got it", she nods.
Brigitte walks over to her boyfriend and gives him a tight hug. She looks up into Remus' caramel eyes with a soft smile, thankful all is now well. Then she grabs his hand and pulls him to the other side of the counter, taking lead of the meal.
The Weasley offspring and Harry find a place at the table and watch the couple's adorable domestic scene …
After a filling breakfast of Brigitte's famous pancakes and Molly further explaining Arthur's current condition, exhaustion settles on everyone in the room.
"Sirius, do you mind if the kids sleep here for a bit?", Molly asks.
"Not at all! In fact… please stay until after the holidays! Or at least until Arthur is out of hospital", he offers, any past tensions in their relationship now forgotten.
"Oh, Sirius that's too kind! Are you sure?", she hesitates.
"The more the merrier! We've already planned on decorating the house today", he says with a boyish excitement.
Brigitte laughs at his giddiness… 'He hasn't had a Christmas since he was younger than me… no wonder he acts like a teenaged boy half the time'. She turns to Remus; this Holiday is monumental for the both of them.
The syrup-coated plates get stacked up in the sink for Kreacher to clean, and the kids shuffle upstairs to their usual guest rooms. "Molly, I can stay with you down here with you'd like company?", Brigitte offers.
"No no, dear. Thank you, but you get some sleep. I'm fine with the quiet for a while", she smiles tightly.
Brigitte goes to her bedroom to check on Ginny, who is already in a deep slumber. She quietly closes the door and tip toes into Remus' room, where he's leant up against the headboard waiting for her.
⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
However, their rest is interrupted midday by the abrupt wailing of Mrs. Black's portrait. The children waste no time jumping out of bed and running down the stairs, hoping its someone with news of their dad. Luckily, it is Tonks, who's been assigned to escort them to St Mungos.
Still half-asleep with gnarly bed head, the family wraps up in their winter layers hung up by the front door.
"Tonks, will you keep an eye out for a young man in the ward with Mr. Weasley? His name is Alex, he's got short brown hair and a bandage on his shoulder. From a werewolf bite…", Brigitte asks hurriedly before the auror leaves.
"I sure can, ma'am", Tonks salutes, "I'll report my findings when I return!".
"Ha, alright. At ease, soldier", she mocks the eccentric witch.
Locking the door after they've all filed out, Brigitte makes her way to the kitchen where Remus and Sirius are already discussing the early morning events.
"Tell me exactly what he said…", Remus says slowly. Brigitte sits down next to him and gives her undivided attention to Sirius.
He runs his fingers through his long dark hair,
"Harry said his normal dream was… interrupted, and suddenly he was slithering on the floor…he was the snake. He didn't watch a snake attack Arthur, he was the one attacking him", Sirius shakes his head cluelessly.
"Mon Dieu", Brigitte gasps.
"What the hell does that even mean?", Remus stresses.
"I dont know, but I don't like it-", Sirius goes on, "- it's not like the visions he's had before…".
Brigitte opens her mouth to speak when a loud CRACK startles them.
"Ah, hello! I wanted to wait until the other occupants left…", Dumbledore casually remarks as he straightens out his robes.
"Sir! What is going on?", Sirius asks.
"We had all been informed about the snake, and suddenly it attacks?", Brigitte worries.
The headmaster looks at the three calmly,
"Voldemort is getting more powerful, and more determined… perhaps more desperate", he says in his quiet rough voice. "His snake too. Had Arthur not been informed beforehand of Voldemort's potential to use it, I fear what his outcome would have been. Nothing could've shielded Arthur from the wrath of Nagini, this is not normal magic".
"Harry is not dreaming is he, sir?", Brigitte asks nervously.
"No, my dear", the old headmaster says, "it seems, unfortunately, that Harry and Voldemort have an usual bond, that I can only attest to the night he tried to kill Harry years ago … he was having visions during the tournament, but not like this. I think the only explanation is that Voldemort's powers are growing…".
"Harry said he was looking through the eyes of the snake, not Voldemort…", Remus says curiously.
"Yes… as Snape told us, Nagini and Voldemort hold a… special connection. This, I believe, is why he's able to occupy both minds", Dumbledore says.
"Does Voldemort know that Harry can see all this?", Remus asks.
"Not yet. It doesn't seem controlled. Harry gets random glimpses. Voldemort would use this to his advantage if he knew".
"How would he do that?", Sirius asks.
"What Voldemort doesn't know yet is that his attempts to retrieve the prophecy will always fail. It can only be taken by the person it is about. I believe the snake was sent to locate exactly where the Prophecy rests, so they're more prepared next time", Dumbledore explains. "But if Voldemort learns about their mind connection, he will use Legilimency against Harry".
"So this is why we're guarding the Department of Mysteries? What is this prophecy? How is it a weapon?", Brigitte asks. Her frustration of being left out of pertinent information is bubbling in her veins.
Dumbledore fixes his long white beard.
"it is not safe for anyone to be privy to that information yet. We cannot risk it being found out by Volde -"
"But if my godson is being used by him-", Sirius growls, but Dumbledore raises his hand to silence him. Brigitte looks at him and Remus out of the corners of her eyes, nervous about what the outcome of all this will be.
Dumbledore analyzes their overwhelmed faces,
"That is why I've already spoken with Severus about giving Harry occlumency lessons to strengthen the wall protecting his mind. Now- I must be off. Umbridge is beside herself that the Weasley children and Harry have left early. Happy Christmas!", Dumbledore rushes, and with a CRACK he's gone.
"How can we have people risk their lives to protect something, and we can't even know what it is?", Brigitte questions horrifically.
"Well, whatever it is, it scared Voldemort enough to kill James and Lily in his mission to get Harry", Remus explains, a glint a sadness in his eyes.
Sirius stares at the spot where Dumbledore was standing, his jaw dropped on the floor.
"Did he… say SEVERUS?!", he bellows, ignoring the the couple's comments.
"You've GOT to get over whatever is it that's between you three!", Brigitte rolls her eyes dramatically.
"Nope. Don't like him, don't trust him", Sirius sneers.
"Remus! Reason with the big baby please", she turns to his handsome scarred face.
"I'm sorry darling, but this is over twenty years of animosity. I don't care for him much either. He, uh… he let it 'slip' to some students that I'm a werewolf… thus ending my career at Hogwarts", he shares resentfully.
"I'll kill him", she blurts out.
Remus laughs and takes her hand,
"You will not", he says. He has a smile on his face but his voice is firm, "you don't need to get involved in our shit with Snape".
"Well… just remember this 'animosity' has been going on since before I was a baby", she retorts and crosses her arms victoriously. The wizards look at her completely shocked by that fact, doing the math in their head and shuttering at the revelation.
Remus scoffs guiltily and runs his long fingers through his hair, astonished by how long this has been going on.
"Fuck woman, way to make us feel old!", Sirius exaggerates, "Anyhow… Snivellus is harmless and outnumbered… but enough about him. Tell me: what's a 'feminist'?", he asks, looking at block lettering on her shirt.
⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
Early that evening, the children return with lifted spirits after visiting with Arthur. Molly finally feels clear-minded enough to return home for shower and to pack clean clothes for her family.
While Brigitte and Remus distribute their homemade pizza, Fred and George put on a miniature firework show that their mother would never approve of; they even talk the French witch into lighting the fuse with a blink of her eyes.
Miniature dragons and dragonflies soar above them. Finally, smiles grace the faces of the children after a taxing day.
Brigitte gives Ginny her dinner and turns to Tonks, offering her the next plate of pizza. Tonks shakes her head and beckons Brigitte over with a finger curl.
"Alex was sleeping the whole time we were there. Bandage looked pretty bad. I spoke to the Healer in charge of his case, Le Fay, she said he let his girlfriend visit. That's all. Sorry Love", Tonks reports.
"Sorry? This is wonderful news! I knew that stubborn bastard would listen, he's already making progress. Poor guy, he's probably so normal and nice … Thanks Tonks. Sure you cannot stay for dinner?".
"Gus is taking me out", she says with twinkling eyes.
"Dump him", Brigitte shrugs.
"You're really going to make me choose? Fine". Tonks grabs a piece of pizza and practically shoves the entire thing down her throat. "There. Dinner is finished!". She struggles to swallow the thick wad of cheese and dough.
"I need someone to obliviate that from my mind please!", Brigitte gags. She and Tonks kiss cheeks and the Auror waves to everyone on her way out. "And let me know when you want to practice again!", she shouts down the hall.
Molly joins them shortly thereafter, relieved to see her children smiling and taken care of. The anxious tension from earlier is no longer lingering between the children and Sirius now that they have visited Arthur. Molly kisses every single head sitting at the table before taking the open seat between Ginny and Ron, thanking Brigitte repeatedly.
"It's really no problem, really Molly. I'd never let any of these kids starve!", Brigitte insists, making a plate of pizza hover to the Weasley mother. Remus looks down at Brigitte, cupping her chubby cheek when she mimics his loving gaze and subsequently gaining the attention of the children.
"So, are you two finally, like officially … y'know?", Fred points his pizza at the couple. Everyone looks at them, excitedly waiting for an answer. Harry genuinely smiles for the first time since his nightmare after seeing Remus' cheeks get a faint pink tint. He peeks down embarrassedly at the witch he gets to call his.
"Yup! I finally wore him down", Brigitte cheers cheekily and nudges his shoulder. They stare at each other shyly with goofy smiles.
"Yeah, and I don't think they've let go of each other this past month", Sirius adds, pretending to gag behind his pizza and making Harry snort. Sirius smiles at himself proudly for making the boy laugh. He can't imagine the mental toll this has had on him today.
"How romantic", Ginny swoons.
"We're not nearly as bad as Bill and Fleur!", Brigitte mumbles. Now it's Ginny's turn to heave. Ron's face flushes.
"Well… I think you two are adorable. I told Britt that over summer break", Ginny teases.
"So adorable", the twins nod simultaneously, but George momentarily glances at Brigitte with a sad and longing look when she turns her attention back to Remus and notices them touching each other under the table.
Instead of having a late night beginning the Christmas decorations, they agree to start in the morning. Molly sends the children upstairs so they adults can discuss everything that has happened.
"Are you alright, Molly?", Brigitte asks, setting a cup of tea down in front of the shaken woman.
"I'll be alright when Arthur is out of hospital. I cannot believe it. I'm so grateful that Snape, and you, informed the Order about the snake. Arthur was keeping an eye out for it. Merlin knows what would've happened if he hadn't been", Molly whimpers, wiping the corner of her eye with a napkin.
"Dumbledore came by when you and the children were out", Remus says. "He said no one could've completely protected themselves against it. Arthur is a brilliant wizard… and it sounds like that won't be the last time we encounter the snake".
"Apparently Voldemort and the snake have a magical bond. They're connected in a similar way Harry is with Voldemort. A blessing and a curse. He keeps having these nightmares, but it saved Arthur this time", Sirius says. They fill Molly in on everything she missed: Harry seeing through the snake, Voldemort's capability to weaponize his mind, and Snape giving Harry Occlumency lessons.
"Oh, boy. I'm sure Snape is thrilled about that", Molly scoffs. "I hope he'll help the poor boy for once".
"He better or he'll have to deal with me", Sirius threatens.
"Alright now. I think that's enough for tonight. We've all had a long day", Remus says. Brigitte nods her head agreeably.
"Right, and a long day of decorating tomorrow".
They silently go to their rooms, their thoughts overwhelmed with what has occurred in the last 24 hours. Brigitte checks on Ginny, who is sound asleep in her bed. She kisses the redhead on the forehead and tip toes over to Remus' room. He's sitting up against the headboard waiting for her.
"Lunaire…", she whispers as she slides into the narrow room.
She takes a look around, seeing his room for the first time. It's much smaller than hers and the floor is littered with books, boxes, and papers. Brigitte has to choose her steps wisely to find a makeshift path. She glances at the bedside table and sees a copy of Dorian Gray stacked on a poetry book, and set next it to is the small portrait she drew of him. There's also a small pile of empty chocolate wrappers.
Brigitte looks back to her lover jumps on top of him, straddling his hips. She nuzzles her face in his neck, giving him soft kisses right under his ear. Remus wraps his arms tightly around her, taking deeps breaths as the peacefulness he gets from her swaddles him like a blanket.
Their hearts beat synchronously as they lay in silence, having their first quiet moment together all day. They knew the risks of being in the Order when they joined up, but this smacked them in the face with that dark reminder — that one day they may leave Grimmauld place and never come back; or worse, the person in their arms facing that fate.
"Things are only going to get worse aren't they?", Brigitte mumbles against his skin.
He tightens his hold and sighs deeply,
"Yes-", he says regretfully, "It feels like last time… everything seems normal from the outside, doubts only coming out in whispers. People worry but cannot trust others and are scared to say anything… As long as Voldemort is holed up in that manor, we can't get him. And I think that's where he'll stay until he has to do things himself".
Brigitte's face wrinkles at the possibility of any other Order members getting hurt, or killed like they have in the past.
Remus brushes the hair out of her face as he gazes up at her,
"I will never let anything happen to you". It still feels like a gut punch when he thinks about her lying on the kitchen table bleeding and screaming for help, and he'll be damned if she's ever in pain like that again.
"I don't want you to get hurt either, Lunaire… that could've been you tonight", Brigitte cries, squeezing her legs around him. She lifts her head slightly to looks into his eyes.
Her lip trembles and she bursts into tears.
"It so easily could've been you!", she sobs. The delirium from the long day is setting in and she's a ball of emotions.
"Hey… shhh, shh. Don't get upset, Darling", he rubs her cheek gently to wipe away her tears. His least favorite thing in the world is Brigitte being upset, and it's like a knife in the gut seeing her cry over him.
He swallows the big lump building in this throat.
"Things aren't going to get any worse today… We're safe here, love", he says trying to cheer her up. She nods her head and blinks back her tears. Then she presses her lips firmly to his and tangles her fingers in his sandy hair.
Remus can taste the remnants of Brigitte's salty tears as his hands roam up and down her side, finding their way under her shirt and caressing the dramatic curve of her waist. She opens her soft lips and ghosts his mouth with her tongue, inviting him in. They kiss sloppily, hungrily tasting each other and exchanging breaths.
Brigitte grinds her hips down against Remus, making him moan into her mouth which send tingles down between her legs. She bites his lip and tugs his hair, pulling him in as close as physically possible and ignoring the way his facial hair scratches her soft skin. Ever since his unmerciful foreplay last night, she's been desperate for his touch. She needs to hold him, to have him as close to her as she can. They both do.
Sitting up to catch her breath, Brigitte takes a moment to admire the gorgeous man who is just as crazy about her as she is for him. His shirt is wrinkled and haphazardly tucked into his tented pants. But Remus unabashedly admires Brigitte sitting above him like an angel; burning lust in his eyes and aching for her touch …
A/N: I wrote this to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the series… right on time before this day ends! I had to cut it into two parts because it got a bit longer… there are no words enough to thank each of you (the peaky fam) for what writing and reading has given me. This little project is really really special and I want to thank @notyour-valentine for tagging me in this request a while ago, thank you for your generosity Val, there’s a little gift between the lines for you. And for the help you provided for another part related to horses♥️
But also @heidimoreton for creating this gorgeous moodboard to go with this story! And my dear @holacia3 for the help you gave me too about horses and @forbidden-forest-witch this is for your belated birthday and the little surprise♥️
Word count: 4,745
✨ Summary: Join us at the stables as Cillian gets riding lessons for his iconic role as Tommy Shelby in the series Peaky Blinders. He came to learn all about horses, but he ended up falling in love not only with them.
During his career, he had played several roles, learned how to walk on heels for Breakfast on Pluto, about space for Sunshine, even played a part in a film that was close to home in “The wind that shakes the Barley” about the historic war between Northern Ireland and Great Britain.
Acting was such a treat to calm -in a way- his hyperactive mind.
He preferred to not answer what he wasn’t willing to do for a role, because he’d probably do anything.
That included riding horses. Which, in reality he wasn’t a bit familiar with.
He had never even been close to one in his life. His driving skills were so poor, how would he fucking manage an animal that big?
Yet, here he was waiting in the living room of the horses sanctuary located in a remote place of England he had never heard before.
The sighting was breathtaking, the air so pure, no city noise, it was quiet, calm, everything he was looking for before the storm started, he had never been on a series before and the mental challenges of this character was the biggest of his entire career, he had never met a man as complex and with so many layers as this Tommy Shelby he had spent weeks reading, the internal turmoil this man has been through after the war wasn’t his only problem, his background included a household with lots of family problems, taking care of his younger siblings while stepping up to build an ilegal business and endless enemies that he would encounter along the way.
Cillian was greeted by the teenager behind the desk and asked him to wait because the trainer hadn’t show up that morning and she rushed to call someone else on a radio.
“Someone will be here shortly, can I offer you something to drink in the mean time sir?”
Cillian chuckled at the sir part.
“Water would be great.”
Turning around, he was able to see through the window, finding a woman galloping at speed and coming down from the horse without really stopping with just a jump.
Seconds later, the same woman entered the reception out of breath and walked straight to the girl.
“Your horse trainer called in sick again.” Cillian heard the teenager say.
“Thanks Willow, can you help me reschedule the appointment with the bank?”
“Sure, Y/N. Will you also reschedule his sessions?” The teenager pointed at him.
Until now, Cillian had only being able to watch her from behind; petite but lean frame, she had black tight pants, riding boots and a cream jumper on, her hair up in a high pony tail cascading on her upper back.
But when she turned around, Cillian was lost for words as the most angelic face met him.
And he wasn’t one bit religious.
“Mr. Murphy nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” She offered her hand firmly along with a smile. “Our trainer isn’t available today, please accept my apologies could we reschedule?”
He stammered, not knowing what to say.
“Y/N, you could show him how to ride too.” The teenager proposed.
“I thought you’d be on your way to school young lady.” Y/N raised her eyebrows at the girl. God she was just like her aunt.
“Whatever, I was just saying.” Getting her bag, she stormed from behind the counter. “Should I tell aunt Val dinner is cancelled?”
Oh no.
She knew that look, it was the same her aunt would give her.
“Honey don’t tell your aunt anything.”
“Bye auntie! Bye Mr. Murphy!”
“Sorry, so? I think one of our trainers comes back from a horse fair on Saturday if that day works for you.”
Leaning on the counter, Cillian decided to take a risk. There was something about her.
“I’m in a bit of a hurry, would it give you a lot of trouble if you show me?”
“Not at all! I just thought you wanted a professional trainer that’s all.”
He smiled and for an instant, Y/N’s heart skipped a beat.
“Right, well… follow me this way.” She lead the way outside of the property. “Is this some kind of bucket list thing?” Mondays were usually quiet days at the sanctuary, nothing like the weekends when they were usually packed.
Cillian walked next to her, hands inside his pockets. Unsure about how much to reveal.
“I need to learn how to ride.” He chuckled a little, the script was phenomenal and he was extremely excited about it, but until now he wasn’t able to talk about the project.
Y/N guided him towards the stables, he had seen a few in movies or the telly, but being there in person, it was another story, it was huge and his heart got too excited as his eyes found the horses.
“Do you’ve a particular preference for a horse?” Y/N asked curious about the hermetic man before her.
“Racehorses.”
Y/N turned around slowly to look at him. There was a subtle accent different from his voice, but she brushed it away.
Cillian tried to clear his throat, aware of the voice tone he just used, he was still practicing the accent and mannerisms he had been building over this new character.
“Okay… I can’t let you ride a racehorse if you’ve never been on a horse.”
“Why not?”
“Look, horses are just like people, they’ve their own temper, feelings, the know when we’re scared or aggressive, we don’t mess around them… I’d suggest you start with a gentle horse first.”
“You seem to know a lot about them.” Cillian observed the way she was caressing one as they walked.
“I grew up in this place, my grandparents started this sanctuary, my mother was the only child and she kept the family business, then it was my time to take over.”
“How long have you been running this place?”
“Since I was eighteen.” Y/N admitted. “This is Sally, she’s a good girl.”
Cillian observed Y/N’s moves, the way she approached the horses. And she showed him the right way to caress the animal.
“Can I touch her?”
Bringing the hose to her by the muzzle, she giggled. “She says you can.”
“What else does she says?” It felt soft and he noticed the way Sally was moving her ears.
“That she doesn’t believe you, horses are one of the most intelligent creatures.”
Cillian chuckled, accepting the snack Y/N brought over. He was fascinated by the level of trust she showed with each animal, the way each of them reacted, it was so true, as he was noticing little differences in each horse as their own personalities, it was amazing and as Y/N shared more details about the place with him, he found it was impossible to keep lying to her, she had such an energy that was so inviting, giving him a lot of comfort.
Y/N introduced him to all of the horses, caressing each of them, mentioning little details about their personalities or a couple of qualities. She seemed to know them all well and Cillian was marveled by the way each horse behaved with her. Y/N spent a good amount of time explaining him some of the basics.
“I think I learned how to ride a horse before I started walking, all my childhood I was eager to get out of school to come home and run straight to the stables. They’ve been with me through my worst moments, they own such a healing power humans do not understand about, they’re pure creatures… sorry, I’m boring you.” She mumbled feeling her cheeks burn.
“Not at all, I find it fascinating… the way you talk to them and about them, it’s magical.”
“Y/N! The foal is coming early!”
Y/N’s face went blank they still had a few week left. Turning to Cillian she apologized, but she needed to be there, so she asked Jonah the guy how took care of the saddles to show Cillian around while she was gone, but it could be hours.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, I’m staying at the small bed and breakfast that’s close.”
And he saw her run out of the stables, Jonah explained to him they built a small facility to those special occasions. The boy around his early twenties showed him the racks full of saddles and other equipment they used, he was surprised by all of the things they had around to use with the horses.
It was until around nine o clock when Y/N came down from the stairs, after taking a long bath, she had been so tired helping in the delivery that she just wanted a cup of tea and head off to sleep.
“Jesus, what are you doing here?” She gasped closing the robe tight against her body, she wasn’t expecting to find Cillian sitting by the window.
“Well I asked if I could use the books you’ve here and they said it was alright.” He smiled gently pointing at the pile of books he placed on the table next to him, an empty cup in the corner.
“You’ve been here reading since I left the stables?”
He chuckled a little, not aware of the track of time, he had been reading. “Yes, they’re fascinating.” He debated himself whether revealing her the truth or not.
Y/N threw him a puzzled look.
“You live here? Upstairs I mean.”
She nodded. “Yes, the house was so big so I turned the first floor into the main offices, the kitchen is in the back if you need anything.”
“Thanks, I’ve been looking around at the portraits, hope you don’t mind.”
Just as Y/N was about to answer him, a loud thunder echoed through the property. it was so loud it felt like the house would come crashing down. The sound of droplets of rain against the windows followed right after.
“I’d love to stay and talk about the books with you but I really need to go.” Y/N explained just as she rushed upstairs to get changed when she came back down a few minutes later, he noticed her hair was pulled back in a loose braid, cascading down her back.
“Wait.” Cillian stopped her placing his hand on her arm, “can I come with you?”
She was unsure because of his lack of knowledge, but Cillian seemed to read her mind. “I promise to stay back.”
“Okay.” She nodded and offered a rain jacket from the small closet next to the door.
“Is everything alright?” Cillian asked her with curiosity after getting in her vehicle to protect themselves from the heavy rain.
“It’s one of my horses… he gets pretty scary of this terrible weather.” She explained absently, holding the steering wheel with such force that made her knuckles turn white.
“Tell me about him.”
“Thunder is… special, he was born on a night like this and I know doing this sounds ridiculous, but how can I stand there and do nothing?”
She looked at him for an instant, all of her feelings right there in the surface for him to see and read. Cillian nodded, fighting against the lump on his throat that formed after detecting the passion in her voice.
In silence, Cillian followed Y/N inside the barn rushing immediately towards Thunder.
“There it is my good boy.” She started caressing the horse by the muzzle, gently. The horse was extremely agitated. “Everything’s fine… just a loud noise, you know that.”
Cillian found himself staring at her, unable to look anywhere else, he was under some kind of spell.
“Shh, shh.” She held the horse by the curb rein, -he now knew some of the horsemanship-. “Listen to me, Thunder.”
Marveled by her tactics and control over the horse, he couldn’t help it but start whispering a Romany poem he recently learned as part of the script for the series he was working in. Locking eyes with the beautiful animal, he felt like time stood still, it was as if the horse was going through every layer of his mind and soul and the rest of his surroundings faded away. Eventually, the horse started to give in, coming to a calm state.
“What did you do?” Y/N asked squinting her eyes. “It takes me ages to calm him down.”
Cillian shook his head, realizing the deep connection with the horse was gone but it was impossible to explain that it wasn’t him… it was his character’s nature. It was in his blood.
“It’s a poem.” He admitted quietly noticing the storm was coming down.
“In a foreign langua-?
“Thunder!” A boy stormed through the barn directly in the horse’s corral.
“Arlo what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be sleeping.”
“I thought Thunder might get scared.” He argued, poking his head in to make sure the horse was safe.
“You’re not allowed to come here by yourself in the middle of the night.” She argued.
“But Muuuum!”
Cillian’s heart skipped a beat.
“No buts, Thunder is perfectly fine.” She transformed into a completely different person. “We’re going back to the house right now.”
“Who are you?” Arlo gave him a look, a serious one.
“I’m showing him to ride a horse, focus… on the truck now.” She then turned to look at Cillian. “The only road that could take you to the b&b is probably stuck, it would be better if you stay at the house tonight.”
He wanted to argue, but judging by the intensity of the storm, she was right.
“Sure, thanks.”
She touched the horse’s nose a few times before closing the gate. Cillian followed them in silence, still moved about what just happened with that horse.
“How long are you staying?” Arlo asked Cillian from the back seat.
“A week.”
“What’s your favorite horse?” The kid asked.
“Arlo, it’s late and Mr. Murphy is probably tired.”
He shook his head. “Just Cillian please and it’s fine.”
Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she saw Cillian giving her a wink and tilting his head.
Parking the truck, Arlo flew inside the house, leaving a wet patch on the floor of his footsteps.
“Boots and bed.” Y/N instructed with a firm voice. “You can stop by tomorrow morning to meet the new Filly.” Cillian saw her kissing the top of the kid’s head and the hint of a smile spread on her lips. “Sorry about that.”
“He looks like you. Must be awesome to have them help you around.”
Y/N made a face. “Them?”
“Arlo and his father?” Cillian asked in confusion.
And now she was moving her head from left to right. “There’s no father around, he left us after learning I was pregnant.” Y/N looked towards the stairs where her son disappeared a few minutes ago, shuddering. “Can I offer you some tea? It’s cold.”
“‘M sorry… shouldn’t have assumed.”
Brushing off the topic, she started the kettle and Cillian went back to feel extremely comfortable around her. And considering the personal revelation she just shared with him, he needed to be honest in return.
“I’m working in a project that involves horses, but like such a real passion for horses.” He ended up confessing after meeting all of them.
“That sounds interesting.” She admitted but decided to not ask further.
“Yeah,” Cillian ran his hand over the back of his neck. “I need you to show me everything about them… please. I’m portraying a character that involves a man that used to be in love with them, horses are a huge part of this man’s soul, it’s for a BBC series.”
Y/N turned with two cups in her hands, her mind trying to register his words.
“I-I’m an actor.” Cillian revealed after an instant. “But I need you to keep this between us because I signed a confidentiality contract and I could get kicked out of it.”
“Goodness I’m sorry, thought I had seen you before but I couldn’t remember where,” an adorable blush turned her cheeks pink, “I hope you understand I don’t go to the movies a lot, my whole life is this sanctuary and my son…”
“Please don’t even say it.” He chuckled. “I actually prefer it that way.”
“I think the last movie I saw you in…” Y/N stared into the ceiling thinking about it, “was it Inception? Probably.”
Cillian smiled and he lighted the entire kitchen with it.
“Yeah.”
Pouring both cups, Cillian stood up to take them from her hands.
“So uhhm… this project? Why exactly do you need a racehorse?” She asked cautiously.
“My character is a bookmaker, he arranges races… it’s placed in 1919 so he moved around horses after World War I. It’s quite interesting.” Cillian raised his eyebrows in appreciation for the tea after taking a sip. “Fascinating actually.”
“Definitely sounds intriguing.” Y/N admitted leaning her elbow on the table.
“As soon as I started reading the script I was attracted into his world.” He smiled, revering when he got the call for the audition. “Sorry I don’t want to keep you up.”
“It’s fine, I’ll stay for a little longer checking some paperwork.” Her thumb rubbed a chip in her mug. “So would it be okay if I show you everything? From brushing the horse, how to hook the saddle? The way you should approach one?”
Leaning back, Cillian looked at her with his head tilted to the side. “I actually need to learn how to ride bareback.”
****
The following morning, Y/N was preparing the lunchbox for Arlo when a deep voice startled her.
“Good morning.” Cillian saw the little jump she did.
“Hello, did you sleep well?”
Nodding, he smiled in her direction. “Thank you for the accommodation, much better than the B&B.”
“So! I just came here to check the new-” Val announced from the front door just as Arlo stormed into the kitchen but she cut herself when she spotted a man in the corner, “horse, but I see you’re busy.” She replied looking at you. “Just wanted to say it’s highly approved by the comitee. Hello, I’m Val.” She greeted Cillian.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Val…” Y/N added as a warning, knowing how Val was.
“What? It fills all the requirements… great breed, elegance, experience.” She made an OK with her hand.
“Val.” Y/N repeated. “Arlo go or you will be late for school.” She kissed the kid goodbye and felt Val’s eyes on her.
Of course her best friend wasn’t talking about a goddamn horse!
“How about I see you later today? I’m about to get a bit busy.” Y/N asked, she needed to get her friend out of her house before she could keep talking about Cillian as if he was a horse. “We’ve a riding lesson about to start.”
“Have a great time at the barn!” Val gave her a look before leaving them.
After a quick breakfast, Y/N gave him a pair of high boots and introduced Cillian to the different tools they used with the horses.
“To check the heel, you have to take your horse from here.” Y/N showed him how to carefully bend the horse’s leg. “It’s important to let them know that you know what you’re doing. They’re very sensitive.”
Cillian watched intensely every single move she made, how her tone was soft while she had a firm grip on the horse. He couldn’t get to move his eyes from her as she used one of the many tools to brush the mare’s neck.
“They also love to get petted.” Y/N added as she noticed Cillian got quiet. “Would you like to give it a try?”
Finally snapping from his trance, he took the brush and tentatively started to brush the mare.
“She likes that.” Y/N encouraged him noticing the little noises Goldie was making.
“She’s beautiful.” Cillian complimented.
“One of the most gentle ones I’ve seen so far.” Y/N caressed the mare from the other side, giving Cillian space to get comfortable around Goldie. “Her owner, Cia is a great friend and client.”
“And I assume the name is because of the color?” Cillian asked with interest, toiling the soft texture of Goldie.
Y/N nodded profusely.
“She’s recovering from an injury so well, now just needs some rest and she’ll be able to go back on the road in no time.” Cillian noticed the way she whispered to Goldie, looking straight into her eyes.
And she showed him how to get Goldie saddled, adding important tips and tricks to do it right, how to do it properly. It took him a few tries to do it right, but Y/N was so patient, she even admitted that was a virtue she had to thank the horses for.
“Y/N I’m sorry for not coming yesterday.” A woman approached them. “They said I could find you here.”
“Brie don’t worry, is everything alright?” Y/N asked while she eyed Cillian from the corner of her eyes.
That’s when Bries’s eyes sparkled. “Yes! Oh! Y/N… I’ve something to tell you.”
Cillian didn’t even look at them, he was totally engrossed on Goldie, all of his senses on brushing the mare, carefully to not stand behind her just like Y/N instructed. She had been answering all of his endless questions.
“Brie what’s happening?” Y/N looked at her horse trainer with curiosity.
“I just found out I’m pregnant!” She explained with excitement, unable to contain it or hide it any longer.
Y/N pulled her for a tight hug. “Brie, congratulations! This is the best news.”
There were tears in her eyes. “That’s why I couldn’t make it yesterday, I got morning sick and stayed in bed all day. But everything is perfect!”
Y/N couldn’t be happier, by the corner of his eyes, Cillian noticed the genuine smile on her face.
“Okay, so how about you go into the office and help me with the paperwork? I will be in charge for the training from now.” Y/N wrapped her arm around Brie and gave her a tender squeeze. “Made some sandwiches, help yourself.”
“That’s delicious! I brought some chips because, well cravings!” She chuckled giving Cillian a quick glance, it had been ages ago when Y/N went to the barn to give riding lessons.
Turning again towards Cillian, Y/N noticed how good he was, and he learned fast. “You’re a natural.”
Cillian smiled pleased with his improvement, he couldn’t wait to get on the horse.
“Got the best trainer to teach me.”
As time was flying, she noticed it was almost time for Arlo to come back home. “Look, how about we take a break? I need to make lunch for my son but you can join us if you want.”
“I don’t want to disturb your dynamic, Y/N.”
Y/N shook her head. “Non of that.” After caressing the horse’s ears, she added; “come have lunch with us.”
Leaving the boots right next to Y/N’s, Cillian changed into his shoes as they walked into the kitchen, finding Brie with her back at them.
“I hope you don’t mind, I made some pasta.” She smiled at them. “Enough for all of us.”
“Brie you’re going to spoil me just like that baby with some delicious food all the time? I mightjustb open the guest bedrooms and rent them.” Y/N joked leaning over the pot, the smell made her stomach growl.
“Well given the financial circumstances that isn’t a bad idea.” Brie admitted.
“Congratulations.” Added Cillian from the corner of the kitchen.
“Thank you!”
“Mum! I’ve already chose a name for the filly!” Arlo’s voice resonated from the entrance.
“Hello, good evening to you too, can you show some modals please?”
“Hello!” Arlo went to wash his hands and started helping his Mum set the table, Cillian offered to assist the kid. “Do you like riding?”
Looking at him, Cillian nodded. “I’m hoping I won’t be an embarrassment.”
“It’s easy!”
Cillian chuckled at him. “You say that because you were born riding.”
“Are you friends with my Mum? Does it means you’re my friend too?”Arlo gave him a hopeful look. Cillian answered him with a nod. “She needs some.”
Catching the last part of the conversation only Y/N approached them with the food, Brie following her steps.
“I need you to not bother our guests.” She answered and disheveled his hair playfully.
“Y/N I was thinking on what you said.” Cillian looked at her cautiously. “If you want of course… I could pay you and stay here instead of the B&B.”
“Are you sure?” Y/N asked considering his offer.
He nodded. “I rather stay here and use the driving time from there to here and back in learning more.” Deep down he loved the familiar energy.
“Mum, say yes! I can show Cillian my cars collection!” Arlo suggested excited.
“Well, yes. How can I say no?” She accepted earning a round of happy chants from everyone.
By the end of the day Cillian learned how to get the horse saddled, it was so important to hold it firmly in place. But also he learned to listen to the horse, he needed to make sure the horse was comfortable. Y/N suggested they could go for a walk and take the horses, it was extremely important for Cillian to learn to control the horse while being on the ground first to then be able to ride one.
The following day, they spent a good amount of time working on showing Cillian how to get on the horse, it took several attempts. It was harder than Y/N made it look. But Cillian was determined to give all of him. And more than once, he found himself staring at her until she motioned him to get closer to have a better look and he’d snap out from his trance.
In just a few days he realized Y/N had a very kind heart judging by the way she treated the horses, she showed them respect and loved them with every fiber in her body. The work she did was admirable, being right there away from everything and everyone allowed him to really understand a fundamental part of his character.
By the third day in the facility, Cia paid Goldie a visit, she wanted to take her mare back home but Y/N suggested waiting a few more days until she was fully recovered. While Y/N walked Cia to her vehicle, Cillian decided to stop by Thunder’s corral.
“Hello! Is Y/N around?” Val approached him. “Arlo said she was here.”
“She went to walk Cia out after checking her mare.”
Val doubted whether to ask him directly or not, but she knew her friend better than anyone. “I hope you don’t find me or what I’m about to say rude… but I’ve seen the way you look at her, Brie says Y/N is smiling again, something she hasn’t done much apart from Arlo of course. Do you like her?”
Cillian took a step back, surprised by Val’s sharp eye. But he ended up nodding.
“Don’t look at me like I grew another head, I care about her but I also know she has been disappointed and hurt before,” Cillian looked down, not knowing what to do or say, “she likes you, secretly.”
Val’s words made him snap his head up to look at her.
“She does, I can see it in her eyes… so all I ask is give her time, slowly just like you would start riding a horse, you don’t go galloping after getting on them. She’s like a wild horse after getting kicked so many times, she acts on defensive mode but underneath she’s a softy.”
And just as she arrived, she left, leaving Cillian alone to face an avalanche to a door he closed because when he signed the contract for the Peaky Blinders series, he decided to end the relationship he was in and making the firm decision that he’d focus on this project only.
But sometimes, life has a different plan than yours.
“I came here willing to learn how to ride, but I think I’m getting so much more than that.” Cillian confessed to the thorough, extending his hand to caress the horse’s muzzle.
Mar, there are no words!!! This is the sweetest thing ever I love you!!!! 🥹🥹🥹 I was smiling so big the whole time I was not expecting that surprise! But I could not handle such causal interactions with Mr Murphy heheh 🤭
And I actually bought chips today because I want salt hahaha
it's like the David statue came to life. He would've been the muse for every Renaissance sculptor and artist. Da Vinci would've gone to great lengths to study the bone structure of his face... in other words, he cute af.
Pairing: Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC (Heaven Lavey Shelby)
Additional content/Info: CLICK HERE
Fic Summary: He meets her at church one dreary night, guided by her singing. Her name? Heaven Lavey. White ivory hair, fair porcelain skin, and petite shape, this almost ethereal creature is Arthur's strict opposite. Yet, all it took was one dive into her heavenly eyes for him to be convinced God has sent His sweetest angel to save his bastard soul. The two lovebirds, obsessed with each other, are determined to live their love no matter people's judgments and no matter the dangers of a Peaky Blinder's life. They are together through the best and through the worst.
But behind her holy appearance and sweet facade, Heaven Lavey is dangerous. With rumors of witchcraft and murder, her shady past weighs on her shoulders. And if she is a blessing for Arthur Shelby, she will soon prove to be a curse for those who dare to stand in her and her husband's way. Even Thomas Shelby himself.
She is Arthur’s Angel,
but don't get fooled by her doe eyes: for the rest of us, she is the White Devil.
And by extend, you are too.
Why? Because Heaven Lavey… It’s you.
TW: Major character death, explicit sexual content, canonical violence, graphic description of violence, blasphemy, witch trials and burning of innocent women, dependent relationship (if Arthur and Heaven are happy in their relationship, they are obsessed and possessive, which leads to bursts of violence and deifying from Arthur. By no means I am claiming their relationship is healthy, but it is what works for them)
ACT I.
♢ Ch. 1 || Heaven in Your Eyes
♢ Ch. 2 || Never Did, Never Dared
♢ Ch. 3 || Something Wicked This Way Comes 🔞
♢ Ch. 4 || Dead Bird at Witchin Hour
♢ Ch. 5 || The Hell in His Eyes
♢ Ch. 6 || The One They Should Have Burned
♢ Ch. 7 || Of Matches and Gasoline 🔞
♢ Ch. 8 || Tango on Broken Dreams
ACT II.
♢ Ch. 9 || For Whom the Bells Toll
♢ Ch. 10 || Closer to Heaven or Closer to Hell? 🔞
♢ Ch. 11 || When The Bridges Burn
♢ Ch. 12 || I’d Rather Burn
♢ Ch. 13 || Après moi le déluge ( c o m i n g . . .)
♢ Ch. 14 ||
♢ Ch. 15 ||
♢ Ch. 16 ||
ACT III.
♢ Ch. 17 ||
♢ Ch. 18 ||
♢ Ch. 19 ||
♢ Ch. 20 ||
♢ Ch. 21 ||
♢ Ch. 22 ||
♢ Ch. 23 ||
♢ Ch. 24 ||
♢ ENDING ||
♢ The series can be longer.
Some events from the show are taken and obviously reworked. Yet, except for a few quotes and scenes, everything else is imagined by the author.
༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺
you hate remus lupin, and he hates you. what happens when you get stuck in a lift together?
༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺
𖦹 hour four!!!!! this one is angsty, folks! strap in!
𖦹 enemies to ??
𖦹 forced proximity
𖦹 fem!reader
𖦹 remus has chronic pain
𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠
𖦹 again, thank you so, so much for the love on this series!!!!
༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺
𖦹 1k
prologue / hour 3 << pt. 5 -- hour 4 >> hour 5
For a moment, he swears he's back there. Back when everything was simple for you two.
༻¨*:· 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝟒 ·:*¨༺
"Right," Remus squeezes out, "I do remember that."
"Yeah. It was a good night."
He laughs humorlessly, "I got so wasted that night. Don't remember half of it. Shit, all I remember is you and then throwing up for about an hour the morning after."
Part of you glows. He remembered you.
"Yeah, you were... fucked up that night."
'You looked so pretty that night,' He wants to say—he can't. In the back of his mind, he's intrigued by you. He wants to know you—know you the way Sirius does. Sirius knew so much about you. He knew about your dreams and your biggest accomplishments, knew of your fears and your failures. And Remus Lupin, in some twisted way, was jealous of Sirius Black.
"You were in the flat that morning, weren't you?"
"Yeah, I stayed with you guys 'cos my flatmate was being a raging bitch."
He nods, "Right."
He remembers seeing you—your hair was a mess as you ate your cereal, and you waved at him with your spoon, wearing a bright smile.
"I was so happy to see you were still alive," Your face wrinkles with a smile, and you shine brighter than the sun.
'What a cute smile,' His brain taunts him.
"I was happy I was alive. Though, after hurling that much, I felt like death." He laughs.
You join him, "I bet. You looked deathly."
He smirks, "More than usual?"
You break into laughter as you remember one of your many insults thrown at him.
. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
"You look like death, as per usual," You drunkenly slurred at him. Then you squint, eyes meeting his neck, "Are those fucking hickeys?" You'd messily pulled at his collar, "They are! Wow! Remus Lupin, everybody!" You hollered in the crowded bar, "Absolute man whore!"
He stared at you vindictively, "Oh, shut up!" He had yelled.
The rest of the night was a blur. You remember arguing with him more, and Sirius had intervened at one point. You were yelling profanities at Remus as Sirius dragged you away.
. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
You sigh, "That was a horrible night."
"Your makeup was all smudged."
You snort, "I was making out with some douche."
"And I was the man whore."
You fall into fits of laughter; he soon joins you, "That was a horrid night. I went home with this guy and..." He rubs his hands over his face, "Ugh. He was just a shitbag."
You frown, "Sorry. That sucks."
"Eh," he shrugs, "It's whatever."
You're both silent for a moment, basking in the feeling of... not hating one another.
Remus leans against the wall and sinks into a seated position, "I'm really fucking tired."
He sounds exhausted, and you would say you're not sure where it's coming from, but the reality is, you've been stuck in this elevator with him for four hours, and it's tiring. You collapse next to him. Your knees touch, and it sends sparks up your thigh and through your ribcage, settling in your heart.
"And my joints hurt," He adds.
You gawp for a second, and then you nod, "Right. I forgot."
His movement is sharp as he jerks his head in your direction, "What?" He snaps.
"Hm? Are we back to hating each other?"
"You forgot about what?"
You cock your head, confused, "You have chronic pain. No?"
"I—" Remus is torn. Should he tell you? There's the chance you'll make fun of him for it, but then it hits him that you already know. You know he's chronically ill, and you haven't said anything about it, "Yeah. I have to use a cane sometimes."
"Mhm," You nod, "You've got that one with all the stickers on it."
"I've had that one for years—got it in our fifth year as a present from... everyone," He smiles, and it's so warm that you feel yourself melting into him.
You're both quiet for what feels like hours. It was about two minutes.
"You know, after that night, I always wondered what was wrong with me." You say quietly.
"What?"
"I mean..." Your tone is soft and laced with hurt, "Why don't you like me, Remus? Tell me, full stop."
He shakes his head, "I don't think you want to know."
"I do!" You insist, "I really want to know."
He throws his arms up, "Why the fuck do you care?!"
You're taken aback. It's not the first time Remus has yelled at you, but it somehow hurts the same as it did the first time. This damn lift was making you go crazy.
"Because!" You scream back, "Because I want you to like me!"
"But why?" He groans.
"Because— because I don't think you're all that bad. I see the way you interact with our friends. You're so kind with them. Why am I the exception? What is so wrong with me?"
Remus sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, "You're full of yourself. That's why."
"Bullshit!" You yell, "That's complete and utter bullshit, Remus. And we both know it."
He rolls his eyes, "See? It's this kind of shit. You wanted to know, so I told you. Now you're complaining like a baby. Honestly, I'm not even sure why my friends put up with you."
Insecurity floods your body, filling up every crack and crevice of your being.
'My friends.' His—not yours, not ours, his.
It hits you hard, and you go silent. You always felt like an outsider in their group—they'd all known each other since they were kids, and you suddenly appear with Sirius, and they all think you're his latest feat. But you keep coming around, and you've convinced yourself they hate you—that they hate you, and Remus is the only one to actually say something.
"Honestly," he continues, "I'm pretty sure they only put up with you because of Sirius. He'd raved about you. Saying you're talented, intelligent, funny. What a fucking shame that none of it was true."
He's not thinking straight, and he doesn't even realize he's said something so insulting and hurtful until your chest sinks in, and your face contorts into an expression of pain. He's cut you open and, not even a second later, has rubbed salt into the wound.
