Headcanons For Being The Youngest Scamander Sibling

Ok ok hear me out,

Imagine gekko little buddies keep following the reader something like that.

headcannons of wingman, thrash, and dizzy following you around. ^^

the first time you met them, they automatically loved you.

everywhere gekko went with you, wingman would always hover on your shoulder

even when gekko wasn't with you, his friends would always urge him into meeting up with you or convincing you to coming over

they'd always want to play games with you

of course, they didn't follow you around ALL the time, especially when the two of you were defending against the valorant league (sorry if you dont know all the lore to know what this means lmao)

but while the two of you had breaks between the fights, wingman would always come over to rest on your head

you always wished you could understand what they were gossiping about, usually about other agents

gekko would give you a much more nicer version of what they would say

those three would do quite literally anything for you

especially since they know of the chemistry between you and mateo

you could swear that they'd initiate stuff between you two, either giving flowers to mateo to give to you, or by angling you while you were sleeping to lean against him

wingman probably was literally the best wingman mateo could have

those three definitely keep a close eye on you

you're just proud to know that you were the favorite of those three lil cuties, other than mateo himself.

A Star At Home - F1 Grid

Summary: Her first home race, y/n has part of the duo that have pulled quickly Williams back from the depth. They've overtaken Mercedes, Ferrari and Red Bull in results for 2026 in the new regs and only sees a challenge in McLaren for P1. They're battling the top of the field. A lot rests on her shoulders but she's made no enemies.

Sidenote: Yes, I'm manifesting the greatest team comeback in the sport. Williams will rise to championship fighting, I believe in them.

British!reader

Warnings: Major character death, graphic descriptions of blood.

No part 2 requests please

Silverstone. The home race. Both for y/n and the team, and even for Alex though he races under the Thai flag, this is home really (*cough* I'm talking to you British media *cough*).

"Y/n, you look a buzz for the weekend. I don't think I've ever seen you smiling so much." Laura states as y/n appears on the stage for Thursday media.

"I'm having the best time ever. Oh my gosh, Silverstone was amazing in F2 and amazing in F3. I love being home so much. It never fails to just...make everything better than I could dream for it to be. You guys are the best people on the planet and I say that with all honesty and definitely a lot of bias." Y/n laughs always capable of charming a whole crowd of people while Alex is a little more awkward beside her. "I'm actually looking forward to trying to see the F2 and F3 sessions when I have the time."

Though he is quickly pulled into he conversation with y/n noticing him somewhat left out.

"Poor Alex has been holding my hand through every second, he's probably going to get a cramp in the car." Y/n smiles as Laura shifts the conversation over to Alex for a while.

Eventually they step down and y/n is pulled off to do some media pen stuff where Lewis also greets her catching her to talk for a bit and forcing the group to wait.

"You're going to do great. I'm sure I'll get to have a great time watching you battle the McLarens like always." Lewis jokes earning a grin from the young woman.

"Well so long as I don't lose my nerve or just bottle it." Y/n laughs only making Lewis tsk. "Don't 21 me, yeah?"

"Y/n Y/l/n." Lewis gasps then laughing. "You'll be fine. I've gotta go, but I'll catch you later."

-

Y/n grins bouncing up and down on her feet before she actually jogs around her side of the garage giving everyone high fives and thanks before she smiles moving to her helmet and putting in her ear pieces and balaclava ahead of FP1.

"Just remember it's practice, don't get too excited out there. We want the car in one piece for FP2." Her train, Miko jokes earning a smile before he he pats the top of her head and she grins getting the ok from her race engineer, Archie gives her the thumbs up to get in.

She's strapped in and radio checks before her screens are brought down and she just talks through the plan with Archie.

"I'm allowing you the outlap to relish in this first few moments in an F1 car." Archie states as she waves to the crowds.

"Thank you." Y/n laughs before she sighs.

"You're not going to cry are you? I'll force you to box."

"No. Twat." Y/n giggles before she decides to pick up the pace again. "Time to focus, I am already enjoying this though. It's good to be home."

"I think the fans agree, it's good to have you home." Archie chuckles since the fans are really cheering for her as she passes the grandstand. "Maybe they'll have a y/n grandstand next year."

"Don't get my hopes up." Y/n laughs before she begins to build up on the last few corners for the push lap.

-

Y/n's first two practice went well, top 3 as expected and after the third practice, going into qualifying she is actually feeling confident.

The only problem is, the McLaren's and Alex are also feeling pretty good and on one lap pace the Ferraris aren't half bad from the look of things.

Q1 and Q2 go smoothly, but going out for her first run in Q3 she's feeling new nerves accompany her adrenaline rush.

"I don't know if this one is going to be it." Y/n mumbles on the outlap.

"Good thing we've got another go after this one, but just give it everything and then we box afterwards. We just need the banker lap, alright?"

"Copy." Y/n mumbles still not feeling the confidence she had felt in the practice sessions.

She speeds around for her push lap and despite her feeling completely unfaithful in her abilities she spots her time jump up on the screen knowing that Archie will hesitate to inform her.

"Box this lap."

"That's going to be easy to beat." Y/n sighs shaking her head. "Fuck sake."

"We'll discuss once you've boxed. Oscar 8 seconds on a push lap."

When y/n gets back to the pits she sighs starting to discuss where to improve and after a few minutes, y/n is sent back out with the rest of the top 10.

"Head down. This is home." Archie states in what she's sure is meant to be motivation but really just makes her feel like she's about to put in such a bad lap that the crowd might actually think she's mocking the sport entirely.

"Ok, before I start my lap. I don't want to know until I'm in the pitlane ok?" Y/n instructs earning agreement from Archie as he looks over at James, a moment which is caught on camera.

Y/n starts her flying lap as the last driver to cross the line managing to shake off her nerves and just focus completely on the lap.

She gets through the lap and actually it didn't feel quite as shoddy as her banker but Archie doesn't say anything till she's in the pitlane.

"That's P2, baby. Get up there and come see the team. You have a front row start at home." Archie finally utters making her almost slump and begin to laugh.

"I'm sorry."

"I hope you're talking to yourself. It's your own abilities you doubted." Archie states as she pulls up. "P0, and out you get the team are waiting for you."

Y/n laughs climbing out the car, managing to squeeze herself out around the steering wheel before she bounds over to the team laughing as she jumps into the crowd getting pats.

It's not pole, but front row as a rookie at their home race is pretty damn impressive.

In fact in both team and driver the front row is Brits and the top three is Brits with Alex taking P3.

Y/n smiles hugging both Alex and Lando before she moves to get weighed before finally getting her helmet and balaclava off.

"Y/n y/l/n, I mean that was special-"

"Not special enough for pole, but I didn't want to ruin Lando's day." Y/n jokes making Lando move over poking her side before giving her a side hug.

"She's very special, everyone should be giving her a cheer. Especially after that awful banker."

"Oww...I'll get you for that, watch yourself on the first corner." Y/n jokes before pushing him away and refocuses on the interviewer. "Sorry, go on."

"No, it is nice to see. You were quite negative after that first lap but first row is very good and you have got yourself quite the company going into the first corner. How you feeling about tomorrow?"

"I would like to think my maiden win as a rookie could come tomorrow but that's quite cocky and overconfident even for me. So a podium on any step will suffice. Maybe I'll push for a fastest lap and if any fans want to stop giving Lando driver of the day every day then I'd happily take the votes."

-

Y/n smiles feeling Lewis nudge her as he arrives to stand next to her for the anthem.

"It's starting to get a little crowded in this line up of Brits for the anthem...might be time to retire. I'd give up my spot but I'm far too young and talented." Y/n teases making the older man chuckle and give her a side hug before they space out, her between himself and Lando while George stands on Lando's other side.

"So mean." Lewis laughs while y/n just grins and then the anthem is announced and the four Brits stand proud and tall as they are meant to.

Then it's over and y/n is rushing back to her car along with all the other drivers heading backwards.

Archie talks to her while Miko holds everything at the ready and within a few minutes she's in the cockpit and awaiting the start of the race.

Her start for the formation lap isn't perfect but once she's back in the P2 spot she forces herself to shake it off. One bad start doesn't mean another bad start follows.

She puffs out a couple breaths watching as the red lights appear one by one and then after a few beats, they're gone and thankfully she's speeding forward into turn 1.

Annoying she makes it out unscathed but Alex and Charles both get ahead of her. Charles gets into P2 which definitely earns annoyance from Alex too, the Ferrari driver is in the 3rd fastest car and just overtook them both.

And so she ends up fighting them both as they go through the first lap with Lando scampering away while the three battle for 2nd.

It's in the third lap with the field still not spread out much that y/n tries to at least get past Alex. What she doesn't expect is for him to try and get past Charles not paying mind to her. In a split second y/n's world literally turns upside down.

By the error is that they were going into copse and the sharp swerve leave her car completely out of control. Pieces fly off as the gravel doesn't slow the momentum but instead just wrecks the car. In fact the gravel seems to add to the damage.

Agony strikes up and down her body, she can't locate a body part in more pain than another but when she stops moving she's blacked out for a couple seconds. Cameras removed themselves from watching the scene but nothing stopped the spectators from bearing witness to the mangled ball that's left of a car. Her legs up to her shins exposed from the severe damage of the car.

Her radio is too damaged for messages to come through or be sent and all anyone can do is watch marshals rush to her aid, but she's in a hard spot to get to quickly.

Y/n wakes herself feeling her body screaming in pain, it's only when she looks down and sees the something had managed to stab into her thigh and fly out that panic sets in all pain sourced there. It has to be more than just a deep cut.

Blood is pouring into what's left of the cockpit.

"Red flag. Red flag. Y/n is out in copse." All the race engineers state through the radios.

"Is she ok?" Alex asks in concern since he'd seen her.

"Just come into the pitlane."

Most of the drivers ask, many of them having seen her crash right in front of them, the red flag was raised before the crash even stopped. The extent of it being bad enough that there wasn't anyone who could think she was going to be ok.

Y/n's adrenaline is keeping her awake but it's also causing more bleeding and when Dr Ian Roberts appears she can't stop crying.

"I can't move. I can't get up." Y/n cries when they appear but audible scream rips through the air when they apply pressure, the spectators flinching, some parents of children have already started leaving to save them anymore trauma.

In the blinding pain, y/n's body goes into shock right there and the race to get her out is on.

Meanwhile drivers are climbing out their cars. Some marching for answers, some seeming to treat it like any red flag. But more than a couple notice Alex actually stumble back from the pit wall after he's spoken to James then the team principal is walking inside being caught by Toto and only a few words are exchanged before James is gone and the Austrian has also paled.

Before Lewis has the chance to catch the Austrian, he's disappeared into the Mercedes garage and out the back.

"What's happening?" Lewis asks moving to Fred as Charles practically runs from the pit lane.

"It is looking unlikely that we will continue the race...Y/n's condition is...bad. I do not know the extent but I know they have struggled in getting her out the car in fear of moving her causing more injury.' Fred states while Lewis suddenly feels like he's aged 20 years in 10 seconds.

Word spreads quickly and while the red flag has officially been into an early race end. No news of when or if it will start comes around.

Eventually drivers are called into a meeting with all team principals included. James at the front of the room and for the first time ever he's showing emotion that gives makes the room drop in temperature.

"We wanted to inform drivers second to having y/n's family and loved ones informed." Stefano states looking like a broken man. "Y/n was lost to her injuries on trackside. The race will obviously not resume."

He decides to leave out the specifies that she lost too much blood and despite all efforts to resuscitate her. By the time they could try, too much blood was gone and nothing could bring her back. Her heart had given out and the adrenaline that had initially woken her up and kept her conscious before the pain became unbearable was nothing.

The room is unmoved. Everyone unable to comprehend the reality.

Y/n can't be dead.

She was so...alive.

Y/n was laughing and joking and she spent the driver's parade dodging the interviews because she wanted to talk to everyone while they were driving around.

Alex suddenly breaks the frozen image literally pushing his chair over before he storms out the room making the rest finally react. Finally feel the weight of their emotions.

Lewis hunches over hiding his face in his hands much like his teammate who has felt too much loss in his life and now he's forced to see another person he cared for so dearly be taken from this earth.

There a choked breath before another driver leaves, Max leaving with Oscar following not far after and Lando before slowly everyone has filtered out.

-

It took only a 30 minutes for the drivers to become aware of photos of videos some that appear to be of y/n's last breaths making the rounds online from spectators on the grandstands.

The sight of her soaked white suit, red and nearer the obvious wound, black with the stain of her blood.

"I don't care! That-That should be illegal. That is a person! That is our friend and she has died and they are posting her-" Max chokes on his words as he speaks to Stefano among some other FIA personnel as other drivers hear the shouting and head out to back the champion up. "That is y/n! Find them and have them ban. Smash their phone. Shame them! We cannot allowed this."

"Max is right. These pictures and videos should not be shared. Even if it's not to protect y/n, then to respect her family and friends-us! We have to see that knowing her and know the pain she was in." Lewis states feeling his ache and hollowness be replaced with anger.

He didn't play the videos, someone else did in the Ferrari unit but the screams will haunt him. They'll stay with him. No crowd chatter of concern could drown out her pain. Her cries for help.

Some drivers had even saw the pictures of the pooled blood on the gravel.

A promise of getting hold of each and every person who has posted the videos and pictures and full intention of bringing justice to the fact that there should've never been such inhumane actions of sharing them in the first place.

-

They allowed everyone a couple days.

All the drivers attended the quickly arranged funeral. Lewis, Alex, Lando and Charles being of the few who helped to carry her coffin.

Alex hasn't spoken since the day of the race. His family and Lily have tried but he's assigned blame of the accident to himself after trying to stomach the replays at least up to the swerve, though James had done everything to stop him from watching the clips.

He isn't the only one who felt at fault. Charles had felt he did wrong, though that is a little harder to justify. He only played a part in that he was the car Alex was aiming to overtake. Other than that there was no part he played in the sudden incident.

Watching her dad step up to the podium to give the eulogy there is nothing more soul-destroying.

"I want to apologise if I do not manage to keep my composure. I'm a grieving father to the last thing I had left." Y/d/n states reminding everyone of the fact that actually less than a year ago her lost his wife, y/n's mother to illness. Not publicly shared but the pain of loss is no less no matter the illness. Now he's lost the daughter he so publicly supported.

He was at the race. He had to watch. He had to witness the moments that led up to his own child's death.

"Y/n was a star from the moment she was born. I knew it. Her mum had tried everything to get her away from karts, said-said they were dangerous for someone as small as y/n. So I did everything to make it safer. I would add extra padding to her seat and to her rib protector. But I never wanted to hold her back from pursuing her dream and when she discovered F1, trying to inform her that women didn't drive in F1 was like trying to take a bone from a dog. Despite my trying to make her understand that her dream was nearly impossible. I wanted to support her though, and she climbed and fought her way through the ranks, she proved herself time and time again and when James Vowles took a chance on her. Put her in a seat. She cried that day and she promised to make me proud. In that moment, I mistakenly didn't correct her in saying I was already more proud of her than she could've ever imagined."

There a brief pause the man wiping tears with a tissue as someone gets up from their seat and exits. Thankfully not one of the drivers but another family member who clearly can't bear to handle this speech.

"I didn't express my pride verbally because I assumed it was always so obvious. But that is a mistake I'll carry with me for the rest of my life." Y/d/n looks down at his notes seeming to try and recall what he wanted to say. "To the drivers who drove alongside y/n, I thank you for being here. She had always spoken so highly of you all, she said that there wasn't a driver she didn't want to befriend because she had no intention of enemies. I also want to-I want to thank you for protecting her even later after...It was passed onto me that you had all demanded justice in a moment where as her family we in that moment were too weak to act and the use of your power and the respect towards y/n's memory in your actions coming together is something you may not feel we owe you for but I hope to communicate my thanks. I'd also like to thank everyone within F1, the drivers, the Williams team and anyone else who may have had a friendship or even acquaintance with y/n. Because I find great comfort in knowing she was loved and cared for and she felt that during her-short career. I hope I'm not asking much in that you carry her even just silently in your thoughts for however long you can. Not many of you knew her for long but she was special and even if it is just a passing thought, I would like to think her memory will live on through each of you."

-

Y/n's commemoration comes the following day with y/d/n, the drivers on the grid along with the teams and even a significant amount of former drivers appear wanting to pay their respects.

With Silverstone not due to be in use within the next couple weeks, they are allowed to place the flowers down in copse where they done every thing to clean up the gravel like it never happened.

"You shouldn't ever think of blaming yourself." Y/d/n states finding Alex looking at the spot as he has been for nearly 10 minutes, his bouquet for her among the masses. "Alex, you can't blame yourself for this. If it was anyone's error, as much as it physically pains me. It was y/n-"

"I wasn't looking behind me for her at all. I was so focused on passing Charles-"

"She never should've tried not while being able to see much more easily what you were doing." Y/d/n frowns as tears gather in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. We are supposed to be honouring y/n and I'm making this about me."

"Alex...you are now carrying the team especially since James has decided any replacement for y/n will require multiple races. To give the team time to heal-including you."

Alex nods, he actually wasn't aware of that. He'd hardly communicated with anyone in the team though that is more of his doing than anyone.

"Whoever replaces y/n won't be able to live up to her. I can't even do that." Alex admits then wincing. "She was the best of us and with more time-"

"I know, but...now we all have to not live with what she could've been because she won't ever be that." Y/d/n states then sighing. "I was hoping you might help me and might pull other drivers in that you know she was close to...Silverstone wants to build her a memorial and I want the people she drove with and worked with to be the ones who design it."

"You'll help-"

"I've done my part and I'm afraid now I have to go home and...remember her there. Please, I'm entrusting this to you because she may not have told you. But she very much looked up to you and admired you a lot. So if you would lead the memorial and invite me to see the finished product then I'd appreciate it."

Alex takes a moment, looking at the exhausted man.

Really looking at him.

Y/d/n is worn and beaten by his grief, if he admitted he's not slept since y/n's crash then Alex would believe him. Clearly he needs rest and to recover from yet another life stripped and dragged from him so unwillingly.

"I'll make it a memorial that is perfect for y/n." Alex promises earning is very small and still forced smiled.

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in which: everyone starts to hate on Jude’s girlfriend just because she is a “normal girl”

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judebellingham: It’s awful to see what many people have been saying about someone you love and means a lot to you, just because they have a “normal job”, Y/N is someone that has worked hard to get the job she has, we got together after she started to work for Vogue Spain, it had nothing to do with me and she did it all on her own. Y/N means so much to me and all this hate has just gone out of hand and it’s not just unacceptable, you aren’t one of my fans who have been leaving awful comments this past few days. Myself & Y/N are going to take some time off social media for a bit, all I ask is just for you all to be kind and respectful and I’ll see you all soon🤍

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y/n.verstappen: Danny, you’ve known me ever since I was a little kid, you were there at my first race in F4/F3/F2, when I won my F2 championship, when I got a seat in formula 1, my first points, my first win and many more moments.

What is the best one of all? When we became teammates, I don’t think I have had that much fun, laughed so much, loved the battles we had on track, the shoey you made me do after my first win and just the overall joy of being your teammate. I can’t thank you enough for everything you have done for me and everything you helped me through.

You always brought a big smile, laughs and positivity to everyone. Formula 1 is going to be weird without you here, you’ll be missed by everyone (especially me). I love you like an older brother, keep your head up, you know I’ll always be here for you, until next time❤️

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Number 5

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characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when you both play for Real Madrid and you accidentally end up in the wrong locker room

request: yess!

may contain spelling and translation errors!

Real Madrid Training Center — Spain

You were known for being as talented as you were discreet. Among the stars of world football, you had earned your place not only because of your surname, but because of your own merits. Small in stature, but gigantic on the field, you shone with your ball control and tactical intelligence, surprising everyone with every match. You trained hard, overcoming barriers and prejudices, especially for being a woman playing in a football league.

It was a late afternoon like any other, with the sun already setting on the horizon and tinting the sky a soft orange. Training had been intense, and you were eager to take a shower and relax a little. Still, your mind couldn't help but think about him. Jude Bellingham. The player you shared the team with, the same number on jersey — and, in a way, the same dreams. Although you had never openly spoken about your feelings for each other, the atmosphere between you had always been charged with something more.

Jude was charismatic, talented and, to you, dangerously attractive. You could feel his gaze on you at the most unexpected moments, like when you dribbled past an opponent or when you celebrated a goal. There was a bond there, a silent connection that you tried, without much success, to ignore. The problem was that this closeness was always on the verge of exploding into something more, something that both of you seemed hesitant to allow.

The training session that day had been particularly intense, and the feeling of adrenaline was still running through your veins when the final whistle blew. Tired, but with your head full of thoughts, you walked to the locker rooms, lost in your own thoughts about the game and, of course, about Jude.

That's when it happened.

Still a little distracted, you entered the wrong locker room. You didn't realize it right away, because you were familiar with the space, since the structure of the stadium was practically identical in both locker rooms. Your eyes scanned the room as you headed to the lockers, getting ready to take off your boots. Everything seemed normal... until your eyes caught a movement in the corner.

And there he was.

Shirtless, his bare back turned to the door as he took off the rest of his uniform. His tanned skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat that hadn't yet dried, and the muscles in his back moved perfectly with every movement he made. The sound of his boots hitting the floor echoed through the empty room, breaking the uncomfortable silence. You froze. Your heart, which was already racing from training, began to beat even faster, this time for a completely different reason.

You knew you should say something, that you should make some noise so he would notice you, or even that you should get out of there as quickly as possible. But you just couldn't. It was as if time had stopped, and your feet were stuck to the ground. A part of you wanted to look away, but another... you couldn't. You had never seen him like this before. So vulnerable, so natural. Jude, usually confident and full of energy, seemed almost... calm. And that mesmerized you.

You tried to take a deep breath, but it was at that exact moment that he turned around. For a split second, the shock of being caught by you seemed to take over his eyes, but then, when he realized who was there, Bellingham smiled. Not a nervous or embarrassed smile, but one of those charming and almost challenging smiles he used to give you when he wanted to play with you.

—Y/n? —His deep voice sounded through the empty locker room, and the way he called you made your body shiver. —Did you go into the wrong locker room?

You finally found your voice, although it was still a little shaky.

—I... I think so. Sorry.

You felt your cheeks heat up, trying to look away, but your eyes insisted on returning to him.

Jude quickly grabbed a towel, throwing it over his shoulders, but still without putting on his shirt, clearly not as bothered as you were.

—No need to apologize. —He replied, still smiling in that provocative way. —But it's funny... I always knew you wanted to see me, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

Your eyes widened at the blatant joke.

—You’re an idiot!

You said, trying to sound angry, but unable to hide the nervous smile that formed on your lips.

He took a step towards you, slowly, as if measuring the impact of each movement. You tried to back away, but the closet was right behind you, preventing any attempt to escape. Jude, still unhurried, stopped a few inches away from your small body compared to his. The heat radiating from his body seemed to invade yours, and for a moment, you were sure he could hear your heart beating.

—What's wrong, Y/n? Are you going to run away now? —He teased, lowering his head a little to meet your eyes. —We're always so direct on the field... I thought it was like that off it too.

You swallowed hard, unable to take your eyes off his smile.

—I'm not running away. I just... I didn't expect to see you like this.

—Like what?

Jude arched an eyebrow, his smile widening even more.

You felt the words escape your mind completely. There was no simple answer. Because, in fact, seeing him like this —without defenses, without the barrier of the uniform and the player's posture— was something new. He seemed even closer, more real, and this closeness disoriented you.

—Like this... without your barriers.

You finally managed to say, your voice coming out low, but full of sincerity.

For a moment, his smile wavered. He watched you closely, as if trying to understand the depth of the words you had just said. And then, to your surprise, he took another step forward, completely invading your space.

—I never had any barriers with you. — Jude murmured, now very close. Close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. —Since day one.

The world around you seemed to disappear. It was as if, at that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you. You found yourself trapped between the locker and the young player, and as much as part of your mind screamed to get out of there, your body wouldn’t obey. Something bigger kept you in place, something that had been stuck between you for too long.

—Jude…

You began, but you weren’t sure what you wanted to say. You couldn’t form a clear line of reasoning with him so close.

He, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what he wanted. Without breaking eye contact, Bellingham raised his hand and lightly touched your face, his fingers running along the line of your jaw to your chin. The touch was soft, but at the same time, electrifying.

—I thought you knew... —He said softly, leaning in even closer. —It’s always been you.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode. There was something about Jude that had always attracted you, something that went beyond the physical, beyond the talent. He had an intensity, a passion, and now, with him so close, you felt like you couldn’t run away from it anymore. You closed your eyes for a brief second, trying to process everything that was happening, but then… You gave in. With a quick movement, as if your body had finally decided to act on its own, you leaned forward and kissed him. The touch of your lips was like an explosion, and everything that had been bottled up between you for months, maybe years, came to the surface all at once. The kiss was deep, full of desire and, above all, of the connection that you both tried to hide for so long. He responded with the same intensity, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. You felt his body, strong and warm, pressed against yours, and you knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this was where you wanted to be. There was no denying it anymore.

When you finally separated, both of you panting, you looked at him, your eyes still wide with the intensity of the moment. Jude smiled, this time softer, but still with that mischievous glint.

—That explains why you went into the wrong locker room.

He said, teasing you once more.

You laughed, still breathless.

—Maybe I did it on purpose.

And there, between laughs and sighs, you knew that, after that day, nothing would ever be the same again.

Heloo can I request a smau where the reader and lando are dating and they always do date nights but its not really a date night cus oscar is always with them everytime lily isnt there and he just becomes their child 😭 thank you thank youu

just us, and your friend steve | lando norris

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: at first you were annoyed by oscar being at all of your dates, until you started to miss him when he wasn’t.

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yourusername: date night with my boyfriend <3…and his boyfriend!

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user1: oscar the certified 3rd wheel

user2: that picture is so cute

landonorris: i love you :)

yourusername: haha simp

landonorris: oscar give my girlfriend her phone back

yourusername: fine 😒

yourusername: i love you too lan :D

landonorris: there she is!

user3: man i would KILL to be a third wheel in this relationship

user4: i would be landos boyfriend 😏

user5: is lando oscar’s only friend??

landonorris: yes!

oscarpiastri: it’s not nice to lie lando

landonorris: im not lying?

oscarpiastri: i have other friends!

landonorris: oh…then why don’t you go hangout with them instead of 3rd wheeling with me and my girlfriend?

oscarpiastri: …

landonorris: that’s what i thought!

yourusername: that was not nice lando.

landonorris: it wasn’t meant to be nice, it was the truth!

yourusername: still, it was mean.

oscarpiastri; yeah lando. it was MEAN.

landonorris: don’t gang up on me??

user6: LMAOO they hang out for one night and they become like this 🤞

user7: i need more of this trio

danielricciardo: and why wasn’t i invited?

maxverstappen1: i have the same question?

landonorris: because you guys have other friends! for osc it’s just me and yn

oscarpiastri; I HAVE OTHER FRIENDS.

landonorris: shhh, shhh, shhh baby it’s okay. it’s okay.

yourusername: baby 🤨

landonorris: omg it just slipped out

user8: that’s…interesting!

user9: yn and lando are so cute together

user9: and oscar cute too ig?

user10: you guess?? that man is gorgeous

user11: the “…and his boyfriend” is TOOO funny. yn i love you

user12: she’s seriously so funny

user13: how can people hate her?

user14: they’re most definitely just jealous

maxverstappen1: oh but when i want to make a heart shaped pizza with you it’s weird?

landonorris: yes!

maxverstappen1: double standard much?

landonorris: she’s my GIRLFRIEND

maxverstappen1: AND WHAT AM I?

user15: i feel like im interrupting something

yourusername: how do you think i feel…

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yourusername: paddle and golf with my baby <3 and my baby 🥹

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landonorris: why does he get the cool picture and i get that?

yourusername: i think both pictures summarize you guys perfectly!

landonorris: so he’s cool while i’m a loser?

yourusername: i didn’t say that but…

landonorris: WOW, already favoriting the child. i can’t believe this.

yourusername: my child will ALWAYS come first.

oscarpiastri: :D

user16: we went from “my bfs bf” to “my child 🥹”

user17: WE DID IT GUYS

user18: yn and lando adopting oscar agenda is HAPPENING

charle_leclerc: are you trying to steal my child from me?

yourusername: it’s not really stealing if he willingly comes with…

charles_leclerc: it’s just stockholm syndrome, don’t worry oscar i’ll get you away from them soon

oscarpiastri: im actually having lots of fun :)

charles_leclerc: OMG WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM

user19: we got lando and yn adopting oscar…but we lost this during

user20: totally worth it

danielricciardo: when is it my time to be adopted?

maxverstappen1: you are a 35 year old grown man.

danielricciardo: 😐

user21: why is max coming for daniel??

maxverstappen1: i’m bored. since APPARENTLY i’m not landos paddle partner anymore

landonorris: max…i can explain…

maxverstappen1: save it. don’t call me. don’t come by my house. we’re done.

landonorris: i see you watched diary of a wimpy kid

maxverstappen1: i did indeed..

user24: they’re at it again…

user22: max is so funny

user23: i love him

user24: oscar being so quite during all of his is so him coded

user25: he’s just enjoying being out and about

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yourusername: vacation with the boyfie <3

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user26: omg lando looks so good

user26: i’m going into heat

user26: WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF

user26: GRRRR

user27: this is the first post in 2 months that doesn’t have oscar…

user28: and the crowd…cry’s?

user29; i can’t be the only one who thought oscar would 100% go with them on vacation

user30: i definitely thought so too!

user31: they’ve literally spend all their extra time together

maxverstappen1: how many times did he belly flop?

yourusername: i’ve been swore to secrecy.

user32: she’s so lucky

user33: right? ‘the boyfie’ IMAGINE BEING ABLE TO CALL LANDO NORRIS YOUR BF??

charles_leclerc: guess who’s with me right now 😏

landonorris: charles…don’t.

charles_leclerc: hehehe

yourusername: you’re just his rebound. you’ll never be me.

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiatsri what do you think?

oscarpiastri: i still like yn better

charles_leclerc: i bought you ice cream…

oscarpiatri: you could never be her 🤷

yourusername; IM COMING HOME FOR YOU OSCAR

landonorris: see what you did charles?

maxverstappen1: how are you holding up?

yourusername: i feel like my hearts been ripped out of my chest. i have no reason to wake up.

maxverstappen1: oh!

user34: max was NOT expecting that answer

user35: if oscar doesn’t get himself over to that damn island soon istg

user36: THATS HER BOY 💔💔💔

oscarpiastri: did you find any crabs? :D

yourusername: yes. i will put them in my suitcase and take them with me to show you

user37: so this is crazy!

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yourusername: look who joined us!! my son <3

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user38: THEY REUNITED!!!

maxverstappen1: how did she take it? 🤣

landonorris: she cried.

yourusername: i did not!

landonorris: yeah baby you did…

oscarpiastri: yn you know how much i hate agreeing with lando, but yes you did cry

yourusername: I MISSED MY SON, GOD FORBID I CRY??

user39: i get you yn. i really do

user40: omg this is so cute

user41: truly adorable

oscarpiastri: now i can see all the crabs in person :D

yourusername; THATS MY SON EVERYONE

charles_leclerc: he was mine first 🥲

yourusername: #getoverit??

landonorris; can’t believe you cried when you saw him

yourusername: i was EMOTIONAL

landonorris: in the four years we’ve been dating you have never cried when seeing me

yourusername: i see you all the time! no need to cry!

landonorris: i want you to cry! cry for me!

oscarpiastri: you could never be me ;)

landonorris: i will send you back to australia

yourusername: if you send him back, i’m going with him

landonorris: WOW.

user42: we have officially entered the era where yn is choosing oscar over lando

user43: her son > her boyfriend

danielricciardo: does this mean i can hop on a plane and go visit you

landonorris: NO. this is officially a family vacation.

danielricciardo: and i’m not family? 💔

yourusername: you’re that one uncle that you see twice a year and don’t talk to or interact with for the rest of said year.

danielricciardo; yeah that makes sense.

. . .

notes; thank you for requesting!! hope you enjoyed :)

platonic!grid x reader arthur leclerc x reader

🏆 synopsis: Y/n L/n wins the 2023 Formula 2 championship as the only female driver. However, every door that could be open for a seat in Formula 1 is closed and locked up shut. Except, with the retirement of a Mexican Red Bull driver, things start to look up. Y/n L/n navigates the life as the first female Formula 1 driver. Oh, and she's really made a family out of the grid.

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Title: Not a Burden

Characters: Shelby Brothers x Shelby!Sister; Alfie Solomons

Summary: Y/N Shelby is starting to feel a burden to her family, and wanted to do her part in helping the family- except she decided to work with another gangster to help her with her cause.

Warnings: A rotten dude exposing himself to a minor. Please do not continue/read if that bothers you.

Word Count: 5.8k

Author’s Note: This was way longer than I expected, but I'm glad to be able to post it finally. I hope you enjoy a longer fluffy little sister Shelby fic! Also comments/reblogs feeds a writer's soul!

Y/N wasn’t usually an eavesdropper, but her family was so loud it didn’t really matter if she was trying to or not. She heard only pieces of what they were talking about, but it was clear on what the problem was. The Shelby family was running short on money. With their reputation, there wasn’t much that they needed to pay for, but maintaining that power requires people to be bought.

“We still need to buy Y/N’s medicine and school supplies,” Polly reminded the boys.

“She’s all better- does she still need medicine?” John asked.

“Yes,” Tommy answered shortly. He wasn’t going to let his younger sister suffer just because they hadn’t managed their money well this month.

“If you boys hadn’t put business before her as usual, she wouldn’t have gotten sick.”

Y/N felt her heart sink as she heard her name being mentioned as one of the reason they were short on the money. A few weeks ago, she caught pneumonia after walking home from school. Usually, one of the brothers would drop her off, but they were called away and she insisted that she would be fine. Tommy left a few Peaky boys around the city to keep an eye on her while having her believe that she was walking home independently. When it started raining, she thought nothing of it as she enjoyed the rain and didn’t find it as an inconvenience. That night as the boys got home, she couldn’t greet them with her usual energy as she felt ill. She skipped dinner and went to bed early, and by the next morning her fever almost overtook her. It was an awful few days, and she had to be hospitalized immediately. Tommy paid to make sure she was getting the best treatment, and as she realized, it must have costed the family a fortune. Her lips started wobbling at the thought that she was the reason her family was struggling, but she soon wiped away the tears, knowing it wouldn’t do anything. She made a promise to do her best to help the family. She started with eating less, skipping a few meals here and there to make sure the food can at least be stretched out without her eating it. Next was her school supplies, she was usually a meticulous scholar, having all her notes organized but she now made it a point to make sure she didn’t need to replace her items as quickly. Her final idea was to use some of her old clothes, and turn them into handkerchiefs to sell on the streets. She was a great seamstress for her age, and knew that this was something she would be able to do easily. With a new found resolve, she took a deep breath and got to work.

Y/N has been selling her handkerchiefs for a couple of days now, not earning as much as she wanted to, but at least it was something. She mostly sold them after school under the guise of playing, and would end up staying up to do her homework. This worked out in her favour as she can skip breakfast the next day for more sleep. She was getting quite tired, but her love for her family overpowered her desire to rest and sleep. It was a cold foggy day in Small Heath and Y/N was standing at a different street to attract new customers. She was trying to get the attention of the people walking by, but to no avail. Finally, she saw a man approach.

“Hi mister! Would you like to buy a handkerchief for a lovely lady in your life?” she asked with a huge smile. As the man got closer, her smile drop as she saw his intoxicated state and leery grin.

“Hey there little girl. It’s not safe for you to be out here all alone.”

“I-I’m not alone,” she lied. “My brothers are just at that shop.” She pointed to somewhere behind her, hoping her lie was believable enough.

“Uh huh.” The man got closer, close enough that she could smell the alcohol off him. “That’s a nice hankerchief you have there. Mind if I grab one-“ He plucked it out of her hand without hearing her answer, and stuffed it down his pants.

“Wh-What are you doing, mister?” she asked, as she saw his hand move inside his pants. He was moaning as if in pain, eyes closed. “Mister?”

“Fuck,” he cursed, shoulders dropping in relief. He took out the handkerchief, a white sticky substance staining the once floral pattern. With an evil grin, he grabbed the back of Y/N’s head, trying to stuff the handkerchief in her mouth. She squirmed against his grip.

“No! What are you doing?!” She was pushing his arm away but he was much stronger. He was able to smear the cloth against her cheek before he was pulled off her by another stranger.

“Now that’s not a very nice thing to do,” the man started. “Taking advantage of little girls.” He nodded towards someone behind him, and placed a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Are you okay, dove?”

She shook her head, unsure of what just happened.

He took another one of her handkerchief peaking out of her bag, and poured what smells like alcohol from the flask in his pocket. He gently rubbed the white substance off her face, making sure there were no traces left behind. “Make sure you clean your little face real good when you get home, okay dove?”

She ignored his suggestion, staring up at his somewhat familiar face. “Who are you?”

“Name’s Alfie Solomons. We’ve met before but you were just a little babe- about yeah high.” He motioned to a little lower than his knee. “You’re Y/N Shelby. Your brothers and I are business partners.”

At the mention of her brothers she lit up, trusting the man immediately.

“Now what is the likes of yourself doing on the streets? Don’t tell me that stubborn brother of yours cut you off from their money.”

She shook her head vehemently. “Tommy would never do that!” She stared at her shuffling feet, ashamed. “I made my family spend too much money so I want to pay them back. They’re not financially in a good spot.”

Alfie raised an eyebrow, unsure that the little Shelby knows what she just did by telling him that. Any of the Shelby’s enemy would yell in glee by that information, knowing that the mob family was vulnerable to attacks because of their lack of funding. Luckily, Alfie was quite fond of the Shelby family, and his new favourite was the one standing in front of him. His cold heart warmed at the thought that she was so worried for her family that she would go all the way to selling her stuff on the street as if there wasn’t a mark on her back because of her last name. “Well then today is your lucky day. I was looking for a little assistant to help me with things as I settle into me temporary home here.”

“Really? What kinda things?” she asked, eyes wide with hope.

The man was surprised at her eagerness, realizing that her siblings must’ve done a great job at protecting her from their world as she was still able to put her faith in people like that. “Just small things- picking up my groceries from the market, and maybe a prescription here and there from the pharmacy for me eye. I can pay you,” he paused, playing with his beard for the extra suspense. “Ten shillings a week.”

“Wow! That’s so much!” She agreed happily to his terms.

“Every Monday I will give you a list of what I need for the week, and I will pay you every week when you make your deliveries.”

“Thank you thank you!”

“Though before I hire you, you need to be better at indiscretion.”

“What does that mean?”

“You can’t go around telling people that your brothers don’t have money- your brother’s got enemies that could take him down with that information.”

Her eyes widened as she realized the severity of what she had done. “I’m so stupid!” she cried, hitting her head with her balled up fists.

“Hey, hey, there's no need for that now.” Alfie has seen grown men with less guilt for putting their family in danger with the information they divulged. “Lucky for you- you just told lil' old me, and I’m harmless.”

Y/N looked up to the London gangster with tears still lining her eyes.

“Don’t cry, dove. I’m sure even if you spent all of your brother’s money, they wouldn’t have the heart to be mad at ya.”

“I would never do that!” she said, taking his jokes quite seriously. “My family means everything to me.”

Alfie nodded, confirming that he made the right decision in hiring and caring for her. He walked her back to the outskirt of Shelby territory, knowing that her brothers would have people around to look out for her.

It’s been a few weeks since Y/N started her job as Alfie’s errand girl. Both her and the gangster was surprised that her brothers hadn’t caught wind of their relation. Though the two didn't spend more time than necessary together, they became quite close. Alfie was busy with running an organization, and Y/N was busy trying to get her homework finished. She also kept up with selling her handkerchief when she had time between running errands for Alfie, schoolwork, and pretending to be a normal kid in front of her family. She was upset that she couldn’t spend as much time with her siblings as before, but she knew she has to in order to make up for being a burden.

“Y/N,” Finn called, seeing his sister walking to their home after school. “Tommy’s called for a family meeting.”

Her eyes widened, and her heart started thundering with excitement. She raised a good amount of money, and felt like she could share with her family what she’s been up to. “Okay, Finn. I’ll be right there!” She ran to her room, grabbing her shoulder bag full of money and was basically vibrating with excitement while they waited for the entire family to trickle in. She sat in the middle of Arthur and John, ignoring their chuckles at her gleaming eyes. 

“Sounds like it’ll be a breezy meeting if you’re letting Y/N sit this one in,” John commented towards Tommy who was lighting a cigarette. 

“Let’s begin,” the older brother ignored the comment and started the meeting. “As you know-” 

The youngest Shelby’s hand shot out in the air as if she was at school. 

Tommy raised an eyebrow, trying not to show any indication of annoyance at his sister’s behaviour. The second oldest brother was too soft when it comes to matter to sister, and he would rather blind himself than purposely hurt her. “What is it?”

“I have something to share with you guys.” She pulled her out her messenger bag that she carries her handkerchief and the money she collected thus far with.

“What you got for us, girlie?” Arthur asked, peering into her bag to catch a glimpse of her gift to them. 

She took her bag off, and emptied the contents on the table. The Shelby clan’s jaw dropped in shock. They weren’t expecting their youngest sibling to be emptying almost 100 shillings in cash on their table. 

“How in the hell did you get that much money?” John asked. 

“Girl, you better not be stealing,” Polly chastised, eyes narrowing. 

“I’m not! I swear it.” She looked around for her family’s approving faces, but was just met with surprised and curious looks.

“Then you better explain yourself.” 

“I overheard you guys talking a few weeks ago about being short, and I know it was my fault. I stupidly got sick so you guys had to spend money on me, and I felt really bad so I decided to help. I cut my old clothes and sewed them into handkerchiefs- I’ve been selling them on the streets to make the money.”

“You made this much selling handkerchiefs?” Tommy asked, an eyebrow raised in  suspicion.

“Well… no… I wasn’t making much- just a few shillings here and there, but someone hired me!”

“Who?” Arthur asked.

“Mr. Solomons.”

“Y/N!” Polly berated. “Do you know who that is?”

“At first I didn’t, but he said he knew me since I was little. He was a really nice man, and he gave me 10 shillings every week to run some errands for him.”

“What kind of errands?”

“Just picking up groceries and prescription- that’s all!”

“I don’t want you seeing him again,” Tommy said sternly.

“But Tommy- he’s a real nice man.”

“Yea you said that already,” Arthur muttered, unamused by his sister’s connection.

“How did you even meet with the likes of him?” John asked, wondering how his sister got into contact with the mobster.

“Well… one day when I was selling my stuff, this man took my handkerchief and he stuffed it down his pants. I’m not sure what he was doing but he was rubbing it a lot in his pants, and making a lot of weird noises. When he was done there was this white icky stuff, and he wanted to put it in my mouth. I was so scared but Mr. Solomons came and saved me!”

“What the fuck?!” Arthur roared with fury. He jumped out of his seat, John following with him. “Who was this man? What did he look like?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise at her brother’s reaction. “I-I don’t know. Mr. Solomons pulled the man away, and next thing I know the man was gone.” She turned to Tommy who’s jaw was clenched, and his knuckles were white from gripping his the edge of the table. “Am I in trouble, Tommy?” she asked quietly, head bowing down in shame.

“No.” He pushed himself off the table and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You did nothing wrong, but we are going to pay a visit to Mr. Solomons.”

She nodded, following her brothers who were hastily putting on their jackets. She usually held on to Tommy’s hand when they were out for safety, but he had both fists clenched the entire time, making her her believe that she was in trouble. Arthur and John were no different. She thought if they were cartoon characters they would have steam coming out of their ears. It didn’t take them long to get to Alfie's temporary lodging.

“Well well well… if it isn’t the Shelby boys, and the little princess.”

“Hi, Mr. Solomons!” she greeted with a wave and a smile.

“Hello, little one.”

Tommy moved to cover Y/N from Alfie’s gaze which did not go unnoticed.

“Oh relax, would you? I would never hurt a hair on little Y/N’s head. Didn’t you hear? I saved her from an unsightly perv-”

“Did you skin him alive?” Arthur growled. “Did you tear him apart and burn him to ashes?”

“Actually, I’m sure you’d be happy to know, but I have kept the lad barely alive. I figured once the littlest Shelby told you guys what she’s been up to, you lot would pay me a visit.”

“Where is he?!” Arthur grabbed Alfie’s collar, pushing him against the wall.

“Arthur-“ John placed a hand on his oldest brother’s shoulder. “Take it easy.”

“He’s in the barn by the outskirt of town. My men have been keeping him barely alive, but I’m not sure how much longer he’ll have.”

“Tommy-“ Arthur turned to his brother, a short silent conversation happening.

“Go.” Arthur and John didn’t waste another minute and left for the man.

“What are you trying to do, Alfie?”

 “What?”

“Why are you helping us?”

“Correction. I’m helping Y/N. What she chooses to do with the money I give her is her choice. If she decides to spend all that money on the sweet ice cream shop across the street then that’s her choice, and if she decides to spend the money on helping her family, then I really can’t say anything, can I?”

Tommy’s eyes narrowed, and then flickered when Y/N wrapped her hand around his, seeing it was finally unclenched. “You hurt her in any way, and I will end you.”

“Despite your very hurtful assumptions of me, I would never hurt Y/N.”

She smiled at the older man, already considering him another kind uncle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, little Shelby?”

“8am sharp!” she responded with a little salute.

“Alfie-“

“You can have your men escort her here or I can have my men pick her up and drop her off at your residence. She’s never been alone while running errands-“

“What?!” Y/N exclaimed, surprised at the revelation.

“You think I would let a little Shelby running around associating with me unattended, child? That’s as good as a death wish. I had my men following you to make sure no one would mess with ya.”

The girl pouted, thinking of the bodyguards as babysitters. “I’m not a baby.”

“No, you’re not,” Tommy started, ignoring Alfie’s raised eyebrow, “but you are still a child, and we are not going to take that risk of you running around by yourself.” Not with a target on your back, Tommy added in his thoughts.

As they were heading out, Alfie put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, stopping the man in his tracks and leaned near his ear. “Girl’s too hard on herself. Now, I don’t what you Shelby boys have been filling her head with but she’s got more loyalty than the lot of you. Make sure you pay her the same respect. She don’t need to be skipping meals trying save y’alls money, but she does it anyways.”

Tommy’s jaw clenched, nodding sharply. “See you around.”

“See you later, brother.”

As they walked out, Y/N tugged on her older brother’s hand. “Tommy, where are we going?”

“We’re gonna make sure Arthur and John do their job,” Tommy simply replied.

“I-I have to see the man again?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“No,” he answered right away. “This man will never bother you again.”

Tommy said nothing as they continued their journey to the barn. In truth he wanted a piece of action in giving the man what he deserved, and he knew he shouldn’t take her with them because this was what he wanted to protect her from, but at the same time he needed her to be physically with him to make sure she was safe. He couldn’t believe in his stress he didn’t check up on her like he should- he didn’t make sure she was safe. The fact that this man was able to even approach her like that was something he thought should’ve never happened. He knew now that she needed more protection- more people to watch out for her. He was more than disgusted at what that piece of garbage did, and he wanted to make sure he paid for his crimes. His sister is pure in every way, and he wasn’t going to let anyone make her feel uncomfortable like that again. He made sure she wasn’t exposed to the dirty life they lead, and if it was up to him he would make sure she never would.

Tommy made sure Y/N stayed in the car, telling her that one of the brothers would be out in a bit to keep her company. He entered the barn, hand already on his gun. He wasn’t surprised that Arthur was still beating the bloodied man up while John leaned on the wall, his fists equally bloodied.

“John, go keep Y/N company outside. Arthur,” Tommy called for his brother’s attention. “Is the man dead?”

“Not yet. I want the fucker to suffer as much as I could,” the oldest Shelby said, spitting at the barely alive man.

Tommy stepped closer, hearing his raspy breathing from the beating he took. He took out his gun, pointing to the man’s crotch. “There’s a special place in hell for people like you.” The Shelby leader kept his voice low, making sure the man wait in anticipation at what he was going to do. He shot the first bullet, the man howling in pain. The two ruthless brothers watched him writhe around before he passed out, then Tommy shot the final bullet to his temple.

Arthur pulled out his lighter from his pocket, dropping it on the man before leaving the burning barn with his brother. Outside, John had Y/N in his arms, the little girl laughing at his animated stories. The two older brothers got in the car and drove away.

When dinner came around, Tommy watched as Y/N serve the kitchen staff heaping of food on their plate, but only put barely any on her plate. He was reminded of Alfie’s words, and stepped behind Y/N. He grabbed the spoon she was serving herself with and the plate, putting more food on it.

“To-Tommy, I’m not that hungry!”

“There’s plenty of food, so eat.”

“I was planning to eat the leftovers tomorrow for lunch.”

“There’ll be food tomorrow for your breakfast and lunch.” He didn’t miss the fact that she purposely skipped breakfast.

“Bu-“

“You haven’t been eating,” he said, and the little girl froze.

She lowered her head, and Tommy’s heart dropped to his stomach when he caught her glistening eyes, and the reflection of her tears on her cheeks. He immediately put the food down, going down on one knee to see her face. “Why are you crying, love?”

“Tommy, I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for, love? I told you nothing was your fault.”

“Everything is my fault though! I can’t do anything right!” she exclaimed, tears running down her face. He pulled her up, carrying her to his office for more privacy and sat down on his couch with her on his lap.

“What’s this all about- why aren’t you eating?” 

“I just feel awful,” she wailed finally, her eyes never meeting her brother’s in shame. “I got sick and you all had to pay so much for my medicine! I tried to eat less to make up the money you guys spent on me, but it didn’t feel like enough-“

“No,” he said sternly. “You are not missing meals or eating less because you feel guilty. You will eat the proper amount, got it?”

“But-“

“Don’t make me tell Polly to monitor your meals.”

“I just wanted to do my part in helping with the family. You guys do so much for me, and I haven’t done anything.”

“Y/N, you are a child. You don’t need to worry yourself with these things. Your big brothers are gonna take care of everything for you.”

“But you’re already so stressed out, and I feel like I’m causing so much trouble. I’m not even worth it-“

“Y/N M/N Shelby,” Tommy hissed. Despite his tone, he gently grabbed her chin with his index finger, forcing her to look at him. With tears lining her eyes, she finally met his soft blue eyes, finding no trace of resentment but only love. “You will never say those words again.”

“Tommy-“

“You are worth everything and more than what we have. If I have to lose everything we own and burn down this whole city for you, I will. You are the most important thing in my life, and I will not hear you say those words again.”

“‘m sorry, Tommy.”

“Stop apologizing. You have done nothing wrong.” She leaned back down, her tears stopping to a few sniffles. “So here’s what we’re gonna do. You will eat to your fill, and tomorrow we will get ice cream after you’ve finished your errands.”

Her head snapped back up at the mention of her favourite treat. “Ice cream?”

“Yes, but you have to finish the food on your plate.”

With a wide grin she nodded, jumping out of his lap to get started on her food. He went over to the family room, finding his family getting read to head to the kitchen.

“Why has no one noticed Y/N hasn’t been eating?” he thundered, glaring at his family members for not noticing her lack of proper care.

“She’s not?” John asked, thinking back to his encounters with her.

“I thought she was just getting conscious about her body,” Polly shrugged. “You know how girls that age are, but I always made sure to put more food on her plate.”

“She has been skipping meals because she feels bad that we’re spending money on her, and I will not let that happen ever again. If anyone sees anything amiss- anything at all, you come straight to me.”

“Y’know,” Arthur started, scratching the ends of his moustache. “When I checked her homework the other day, I noticed that she was writing extra small. Me thinks she’s trying to extend her school supplies as well.” The brothers had long stopped making fun of Arthur for insisting on checking her homework. Everyone knew Y/N was the most educated on paper, but Arthur felt it was his obligation as her oldest brother to see that her homework was done and done well.

Tommy placed a hand on his forehead, wondering how much he’s missed in the last few months. “Fuck,” he cursed.

When the family went to the kitchen, they frowned when they saw Y/N staring at her food without eating a single bite. When she saw them come in, she burst into a huge smile. “I was waiting for you to eat together!”

“Oh silly girl. Your food’s all cold now,” Polly chided.

“It’s okay!” she shook her head. Arthur took the plate in front of her while Polly prepared another plate fresh from the stove, adding a bit more food than what initially had. “Arthur no! You can’t have my cold food.”

“D’n worry, love. It’ll get warm in my belly anyways!” He put both hands on his belly, patting it.

She giggled at the sight, and her eyes twinkled at the sight of her family around her. They all made jokes with her whilst still making sure she was eating so when she cleared her plate, Polly sneakily grabbed her plate while Arthur was distracting her and put a little more food in front of her. To everyone’s delight she ate it all, yawning after all the food was gone and the laughters died down.

“Tommy, can everyone come get ice cream with me tomorrow?”

“You were gonna get ice cream without us?” John asked, hand on his chest as if the thought offended him.

"Never!" she shook her head. "We're all going, right Tommy?" Her brother could only nod at her request with a small smile.

Arthur cleared his throat and got up. “Now before you go to bed, love, we need to check your homework. Perhaps we can clean your backpack as well.”

“Okay, Arthur.” She hopped off her chair, grabbing his hand and leading him to her room where she does all her homework. She took out her notebook, and Arthur immediately noticed the worn out pages from how little she had written in the notebook- it was barely legible.

“Love, I can barely read your writing!” he exclaimed. “You need to write bigger next time- for your dear old brother’s sake, eh?”

“Sorry, Arthur.” She looked down at her shoes. “I was trying to make my notebooks last longer so you wouldn’t have to buy me more.”

“None of that. You’re our little scholar- we need you to be studying hard with all the right supplies or else who’s gonna be keeping Tommy in line?”

She giggled at his jokes, and nodded, relieved that she didn’t have to lie to her brothers anymore.

“Now, read me your answers so your dear old brother doesn’t have to strain his eyes.” He sat on her chair, picking her up to put on his lap just like when she was smaller.

She read him the questions and her answers, pointing them out so there were no spelling errors either.

“Well, we got ourselves a little Shelby genius here!” he kissed her cheek, and she flinched away from his moustache, giggling all the way.

“It tickles!” she shrieked as he continued to rub his cheeks against her soft ones.

“Alright, love. Good job on your homework.”

“Can I go to bed not, Artie? I’m feeling kinda tired?” the littlest Shelby yawned to prove her point, already almost dozing off.

“Tired, eh? What have you been doing to be so tired?” Arthur asked it as a joke, but Y/N avoided his eyes as she thought he was being serious.

“I’ve been staying up late making the handkerchief, and waking up early to sell it so I can do errands for Alfie after school and still do my chores when I get home.”

Arthur’s heart broke hearing how much his youngest sister has been working, and he immediately gave her a hug. “You don’t need to do that anymore, love. Tommy’s got a plan- kid like you don’t need to be working so hard, eh?”

She nodded, almost already dozing off in her brother’s embrace.

“Go get ready for bed, and I’ll come back to tuck you in.”

“Okay!” She left for the bathroom, and Arthur went back to the kitchen where his family had stayed to grab her a glass of water for the night.

He gave a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes tightly.

“Is Y/N okay?” John asked, his oldest brother’s state putting him on alert.

“Girl’s been working herself to the bone for the last month- staying up late, not eating, and still trying to run everyone’s errands. She’s fucking exhausted and it’s not even 8pm yet where before she would be begging us to play with her until midnight.” Arthur shook his head, filling up the water in the cup and leaving again.

“You tucking her in?” Tommy asked.

“Yea. She asked if she could sleep early- nearly fell asleep on me.”

Tommy nodded, following his older brother to her room. Y/N was brushing her hair, lighting up when she saw her brothers again. Arthur placed the glass of water beside her bed, and came up to her to take the brush from her hand. He finished brushing her hair for her, reminding the siblings of when she was younger and sat on his lap while he tried figuring out how to braid her hair.

“There you go, love. Prettiest girl in all of Small Heath.”

She giggled, but shook her head. “No, Artie- That’s Ada!”

“You both are the prettiest girls in Small Heath, and dare I say the whole world!”

Y/N giggled again, giving her brother a big hug before settling in bed where Tommy was standing by. He smiled as she got under the covers, and he sat down on the edge of her bed, pulling the covers right under her chin. He placed a hand on her small face, rubbing at her cheek with his thumb. He noted how soft and smooth it was, reminding him just how young she was. He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you, Y/N- so much,” he whispered seeing her eyes droop.

“I love you too, Tommy,” she mumbled before succumbing to her tiredness.

The next day, Y/N and her brothers made their way to the ice cream shop. Suddenly, she stopped and gasped. “We should invite Alfie!”

The brothers couldn’t stop their sister in time before she ran off to his house, and they were quick to follower her. She knocked on his door, rocking on her feet in excitement. When the door opened, she was surprised to find someone else at the door. She hadn’t noticed but her brothers surely did that his hand was underneath his coat, most likely holding on to a gun.

“Excuse me, is Mr. Solomons home?” she asked before being pulled back by Finn behind her other brothers who had stood in front of her.

“Ah if it isn’t the Shelby clan,” the man muttered.

“Who’s there?” Alfie asked, approaching the door.

“Alfie!” Y/N greeted, shaking off Finn’s hand around her. “D’you wanna come with us to the ice cream shop?”

“Well I can’t refuse a little lady as yourself.” He grabbed his hat, and gave instructions to the man who opened the door. “Be a dear and finish up here, why don’t you.”

The Camden mobster followed the family to the ice cream shop, everyone in the shop immediately ceasing their chatter. Y/N paid no attention to the fear in everyone’s eyes as she ran up to the selection of ice cream they had.

“Mister, I want ice cream for all of us, please!” she ordered. “I can pay for everyone!” She held up her little horse purse that Tommy got her so long ago.

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” Alfie said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“No, no! I want to treat you guys to ice cream.” As she went back to picking a flavour, the 4 mobster (and Finn) stared the poor owner down, not having to say a single word to get their point across.

“Don’t worry about paying Miss Shelby. Your ice creams are on the house!” he said trying to sound jovial, but tripping over his words.

Y/N didn’t notice his stutter, but beamed in happiness. “Really?”

“Yes- you never have to pay for ice cream here!” 

“Wow! That’s very nice of you, mister!”

Y/N made sure everyone got their ice cream first, having a habit of putting everyone first. When it was time for her ice cream, the man made the mistake of making eye contact with Alfie. His shaking hands didn’t wait for Y/N to grab the ice cream, and slipped form her tiny hands and on the floor.

“Oh no- oh God,” the man immediately muttered. You could hear a pin drop at how quiet it was in the shop. People tensed, waiting for a bloodbath to occur.

Y/n gasped in surprise. “Oh no! Spilled ice cream. I’m sorry mister- I can help clean up!” She narrated the event only like a child could.

“Oh- uh- well- Don’t worry about the mess,” the man sputtered. “It was my fault. I can give you another ice cream.”

“It’s okay mister. You already gave us all ice cream,” Y/N said, trying to hide her disappointment. Her bottom lip jutted out slightly, and her shoulders were slouched. “Thank you though.”

The man could feel the mobsters tearing him up with their eyes. Finally it was Tommy who spoke up. “Here, love. You can have my ice cream. I know it’s your favourite flavour.” Seeing as Y/N wanted to be just like Tommy in every way, it didn’t surprise anyone that they shared the same love for a certain flavoured ice cream.

“But it’s yours, Tommy.”

“I wasn’t hungry anyways.” He placed it in her hand, making sure she had wrapped her hand around it before letting go. “Let’s go home now.”

“Okay, Tommy! Thank you.”

No one dared breath until the gang was out of the shop. However it was made clear in those short moments of two things. One, little Y/N Shelby was one of the most polite and kind kid of her age group. And two, she was also one of the most protected kid in all of England. The hold she has on the two of the most feared gang in England made her a force to be reckoned with.