An angel. That's what you were. Pure, untainted, virtuous. All the men in Small Heath knew you were, and knew you were something magnificent, like a shining diamond, looked at but never touched. As some crossed your path, literally begging for your hand, yet you never accepted. Romance soon became a feeble, childish excuse for hope after the war tainted everything good you know, like bad cancer to a cell.

Ada Shelby, your bestest friend. From the days you two were both schoolgirls. She had your back, you had hers. To say you two were soulmates was an understatement. Luckily, Ada belonged to a different, less pure life than your one. The Peaky Blinders, The Shelbys. Arthur, John, Finn, Polly, and Thomas. Her delightful yet menacing brothers and family.

Ada wasn't the only Shelby in love with you, all her brothers adored you, each with their own dynamic. However, your .... companionship with Thomas Micheal Shelby was.... different as such. What was once a girly, childhood infatuation died when Tommy got back from war, a shell of himself from France. He saw how pure and angelic you were, and knew that you'd never look at him the way he wants you to.

Yet, it didn't stop him. He buried himself in the rather illegal business the Blinders did, spoke very few words, but his pointed glances spoke for him.

You and Ada were sitting in the kitchen, laughing over something, when Tommy's dark figure appeared, with a smoke between his lips, he spoke.

"Family meeting." As soon as you heard "family", you got up to leave, Tommy's voice stopped you.

"You stay sitting, unless it's too unruly for you."

Always one for sarcastic, was Thomas Shelby.