CeCe

⊹ your disability ⊹ your mistakes ⊹ your family ⊹ your appearance ⊹ your financial situation ⊹ your past

things that do define who you are

breakup scene even when they weren’t dating at the time, preferably in the rain

divorce era (two hundred dead, thousand more injured)

the “…oh” moment

“there is no me without you”-type declaration

Summary: Guns have been part of Victoria’s life since she was a baby. But sometimes she bites more than she can chew

Word count: 2660

Warnings: Mentions of blood and guns. Some cussing

Author’s note: This is the first time ever I write for Shelby sister and I’m not quite sure I like this, I’m just testing the waters. Also I gave her a name because I had that name in my mind since forever. Also no proofread

Taglist: @caelys​ @carryonmyhomoson​ (dont know if you want to be tagged in this type of posts though)

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The first time Victoria Shelby held a real gun in her hands, she was just a few weeks short of her second birthday. Ever since the little devil had learnt how to walk on her own, without having to hold onto one of her sibling’s finger, chaos had taken over the household. There was not a single object that she would not grab onto if left within her reach. It didn’t matter if it was a coin, food, or a pair of scissors. If it fit into her chubby little hands, Vicky would take it and either put it in her mouth or run around with it.

Polly had been forced to baby proof the entire house, keeping everything hazardous into high shelves and asking her bunch of Shelbys to do the same. With her having to look after the baby, a not much older Finn and a still teenager Ada, she trusted the three eldest would do their part to help. Therefore, great was her surprise when one evening, while she was busy with dinner, her youngest niece waddled into the kitchen, happily babbling and waving around a handgun that barely fit into both of her hands.

Polly swore her heart skipped at least two beats right there and then. She snatched the gun out of Vicky’s grasp with such force that the girl tumbled back onto her bum and began wailing like she had been murdered, which alerted the rest of the siblings. The earful the three brothers received could be heard all over Watery Lane, and legend has it that Arthur’s asymmetrical ears come from the pulling he received from Polly after admitting the weapon was his.

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