The fact that Esme wanted her and John to get away so desperately, the fact that Tommy made fun of her and threatened to cut her from the family for it, and then her husband was MURDERED AND SHE'S LEFT ALONE WITH 6 CHILDREN TO TAKE CARE OF MAKES ME SO MAD.
She didn't deserve this and she didn't deserve the shitty way the Shelby's always treated her.
Tommy should of been at the meeting. The whole thing could of been avoided IF he had shown up. Or if he would of let John marry Lizzie ( Even though him in Esme are the cutest)
The fact that Esme wanted her and John to get away so desperately, the fact that Tommy made fun of her and threatened to cut her from the family for it, and then her husband was MURDERED AND SHE'S LEFT ALONE WITH 6 CHILDREN TO TAKE CARE OF MAKES ME SO MAD.
She didn't deserve this and she didn't deserve the shitty way the Shelby's always treated her.
I was just rewatching the scene with John and the undercover Peaky at the Russian party and when John pats his cheek I’m like 99% certain he pushes his face into the door??
A/N: i wrote it in spanish and translated it, apologies if you see any mistake!
gif: @el-cheung
A soft knock on the door interrupted (Y/N) from his reading. She looked up curiously from her book, not knowing who it might be.
Her mother? She was upstairs sleeping with the baby.
Her father? He was working.
Her older brother? He was meeting his fiancé’s parents.
Finn? No, he was at a family meeting, it couldn’t be him. Plus, they never met each other during the day.
Y/N got up from the uncomfortable purple sofa, going to the door. She tried to peek through the small window to find out who it was. Suit, a peaked hat, a cigar. A Blinder.
Sh took a deep breath, had her brother gotten into trouble? Having exhaled, she opened the door, showing Finn.
“Finn?” she asked curious and somewhat nervous, they were only supposed to see each other half past eight, behind the Garrison, by the canal.
If her father came earlier from work, she was dead.
“Hey, Y/N.” he smiled, as he spoke fast.
“I know we said to meet in a few hours, but since I have the afternoon free, I thought about asking you if…you could…lend me another book?” the nervous smile was still there.
The young girl was teaching the younger Shelby how to read, and since he learned, he read every book there was and to be.
Pride and Prejudice? Finished in 72 hours.
Little women? One week.
Hell, he’d even read the bible and could recite some verses from memory.
On one occasion, Finn told Y/N that he had corrected Isaiah, about the bible:
“I will fear no evil!” Isaiah said humorously, as he answered Arthur about whether he was afraid on one of those many illegal occasions. “Jesus said it, you know, Arthur? And I…” Finn cut him off, correcting him.
“Isaiah, that’s Psalm 23:4.” Finn said casually, as he finished his cigarette.
Arthur, John, and Isaiah burst into laughter, of course after trying to figure out how Finnny Boy knew so much about God.
“Sure, Finn. Give me a moment.” Y/N closed the door, took the Illustrated edition of Alice in Wonderland that he was reading, took out the bookmark, and returned to the door. She opened it and Finn was still wearing that nervous smile.
“Here it is, have fun with Alice, the Queen and the Mad Hatter, Finn.” Y/N’s smile made Finn’s hand shake.
A few weeks ago, the boy had killed a man. His hand did not tremble, his head did not hesitate. But, oh shit, his heart exploded in anger that night, at home. Finn would never admit it, but it scared him to grow up and be as savagely violent as Arthur, or as distant as Tommy. Fear and anxiety were eating him alive, until he realized that his hand was shaking when she smiled at him.
“Thank you, beautiful.“ He smiled, as he exchanged the borrowed copy of Romeo and Juliet for that copy of Alice. After a wink and a "see you later” he walked away.
With a stomach full of butterflies, Y/N closed the door.
“Hello friend,” she whispered to the book. “Have they treated you well?”
Y/N sat down on the couch again, going over the sentences she had marked with her black pen for the umpteenth time. As she was fanning through the pages, a piece of paper fell on her legs. Curious, she took it in her hands and saw Finn’s handwriting. She knew it was his, she had taught him to write in italics. Also, she would recognize that misaligned handwriting and that soft stroke anywhere.
“I thought I knew love until your beauty seduced my eyes. Page 118 –Finn”
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