One shots (FemXFem)

Tommy you Idiot!

TW: murder

Polly's pov:

Y/n came home from school. She ran straight up to her room, not greeting anyone. Tommy was supposed to pick her up and escort her home. A few weeks ago she was attacked by the coppers. Tommy hadn't come home yet.

Y/n's pov:

I ran straight up to my room when I came home. Tommy was supposed to take me home from school but he never came so I walked home myself. On the way home I saw Tommy. He pointed his gun at someone. Then he pulled the trigger and the other person died. I ran straight home.

Polly's pov:

I was sitting in the living room, smoking🚬 my cigarette and reading a book when Tommy came in.

"Aunt Pol?" "What is it?" "Has y/n come home yet?" "Yes, it's been half an hour Tommy. You must have been late." "But I was on time."

"Whatever happened she ran straight to her room, not saying a single word." I frowned at him. "I don't know, she wasn't there."

I sigh, turns my cigarette off and put my book down. "I swear to god if she found something out about the family business you are dead Tommy!" I said leaving the room. I went up to y/n's room. I knocked on the door.

"Hm?" "Hey darling." I went in. Y/n was laying on her bed, her head turned to look at me. Then she looked back at the Ceiling.

"What is wrong y/n?" She sat up and hugged me tight as she started to cry. "Hey, shh darling. What's going on, why are you crying?"

"Tommy killed someone." She sobbed. "W-What?" "I saw him. He killed someone." "Hey, it's okay darling. I'll go talk to him." "Okay." I hugged y/n and kissed her forehead. She hugged me tightly.

"I'll talk to him now okay." I took y/n down to the living room with me. Tommy was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette.

"Thomas!" He looked up. "Y/n." He got up and wanted to hug y/n but she backed off. I glared at him.

"She saw you Tommy, she saw that you killed someone!" "Fuck!" "You are an idiot!" "How on earth is this my fault now?!" "You were late to pick her up!" "No I wasn't!"

Y/n pulled my shirt. I pick her up. Even tho she is ten years old already we can still carry her around. I leave the room and go up to y/n's room with her. She's crying again.

"Y/n darling." "Hm?" "It's okay, I'll tell Arthur about it and he'll deal with Tommy." "Okay." "Now you calm down. I'll stay with you if you want okay." "Mhm." Y/n cuddled into my body, telling me to stay with her. Arthur later scolded Tommy for not being careful enough and so did I when Ada took y/n out do buy groceries.