Hi everyone, it's good to be back! Here you have the sequel to 'Wicked Game', focusing on Thomas and Kate's children. I'm alternating between this one and my first Loki fic, 'For the love of a Princess', so updates won't be as fast.

I own nothing except for Kate and her children! Enjoy!

Chapter One: Her husband's daughter

January 1942,

"I swear to God," Thomas shouted as he stormed into the kitchen, nearly causing Kate to drop her loaf of bread. "I'm going to f**king kill your daughter!"

Kate set her bread on the oven and stated sharply at him. "Don't you go swearing at me like that, Thomas Michael Shelby, or you'll find yourself sleeping on the couch tonight!" Thomas snorts and she throws a dishtowel at him. "I mean it!"

"You've been using that threat on me for eighteen years." He stated sharply. "Ain't happened yet."

"There's a first time for everything, Thomas." He opens his mouth, but she cuts him off with a warning. "Don't push it. Now, what's has Violet done that's you in an uproar this morning?"

He slapped a letter into her hands. "Violet joined the Red Cross."

Most men wanted their first child to be a son. However, Thomas Shelby wasn't like most men. When his daughter Violet Ann Shelby had come into the world, she'd tangled him around her little finger the moment he set eyes on her. Kate had taken one look into those piercing blue eyes and knew that Thomas was going to spoil her rotten. And she'd been right. Violet had been daddy's little girl and she could do no wrong in Thomas's eyes.

Until now.

Violet always had a curious mind and a fascination for science experiments. Kate had noticed this immediately, Thomas was too busy humoring her every wish to realized that this could have inspired her to join some kind of medical profession and follow in her mother's footsteps. Kate had asked her mother to teach her everything that she knew and she'd thrived, showing real potential as a nurse. Then, came the start of WW2 and everything changed. She watched as their children grow tense and frustrated as the world changed around them. Slowly, they watched the past start to chase them.

Violet, at eighteen, was the oldest and the only one eligible to help out in such a time like this. This was the moment that they were glad that she was their first born. Their twin sons, Cafa and Philip, were both sixteen and when Britain had gone to war, Thomas had them all immediately moved to the country. They had fought and argued with him, begging to be allowed to join. But Thomas had refused and she agreed with him. They'd both lived through one war from hell and God permitting, they weren't going to allow their children to see what they saw.

Their two youngest children, Florica and Thornton, were aged fourteen and twelve. So they were more focused on their schooling than the world burning down around them. But then September of 1939 happened and once again, Thomas and Kate found themselves living through another war. With the air raids, Thomas had moved them all to the country and many of his family followed them. They'd lost John and Polly in the bombings, which had broken her and Thomas. She'd loved Polly as if she were her own blood.

Her parents were still alive and had relocated to their country estate to live as if nothing had happened. Her mother still never completely adjusted to Kate marrying Thomas, but she loved her grandchildren. Thomas had learned a long time ago to ignore her mother and he did, often openly showing his affection towards her just to annoy her. Rosemary, now aged 30 was currently mourning her third husband. Her first marriage, had been when she was sixteen, she'd eloped with some boy. Her father enlisted the help of the peaky blinders to track her down and return her. That marriage was annulled. The second marriage ended when she found her husband in bed with another man. This third marriage had ended when her husband joined up to fight in the war. They'd married before he shipped out and a week later, his body had been sent back to her. Rosemary had been silent and depressed ever since then. Polly could have talked to her, but alas, Polly was dead. So many deaths that year. So many lives lost and she knew that it wasn't the end of it.

"Did you know about this!?" Thomas demanded.

She exhaled and sighed. "I suspected that she was considering it."

Thomas stilled and looked at her darkly. "And you said nothing to me?"

"Because I suspected it and in case you forgot, I try to avoid having you go off the handle whenever possible."

"She has no business going off and fighting a war!" Thomas shouts. "A war that never should have started!"

"But it did, Thomas!" she yelled back at him. "And she is our daughter! Did you truly expect her not to sign up as a nurse? She has your fighting spirit! All of our children do! Neither of us could sit back and do nothing during the last war! So, it's foolish of us to even think that our offspring would do nothing!"

Thomas exhaled deeply. Both of them stood there, staring each other down, breathing heavily. Kate studied Thomas closely, she knew he wasn't angry with her. He was concerned, their firstborn, his precious baby girl had gone off to London as a nurse. She would now be exposed to the same horrors that they'd endured. However, this time it would be worse. Everything had changed, weapons had evolved and people were crueler. Thomas always strived to protect them from evil, but now, this was out of his hands.

"I know you're upset." She exhaled and hugged him tightly. " I shall miss her too, but this is something that she has to do. You know and understand that."

Thomas was silent before hugging her back. He exhaled as he kissed her neck. "I thought I had made the world a safer place for her."

"And you did, Thomas."

"No. We're still fighting the f**king Germans. I went over there; I served my time…this was supposed to be over. My little girl, she shouldn't be seeing all this."

"She's not a little girl anymore my love." She kept her arms around his shoulder. "She won't be our little girl when she comes back."

"It's worse over there." He pulled back and looked down at her, dread already in his blue eyes as if he could see and imagine the torments that would come hurling themselves at Violet. "The bombs, the tanks, the machine guns. The men that come back…it'll be worse than anything we saw."

She nods. "I know that." She kisses his neck and lets out a sigh. "She's going to need us when she returns. But try not to worry. I doubt she's like me, she won't go heading off to the battlefield so soon."

He exhales. "If she's anything like you, she's probably already on a boat to wherever the fighting's the thickest."

"Shh, don't say such things," she places her hands on the side of his face. "you're going to get even grayer for even thinking such a thing."

"Who do you think is giving me these f**king hairs?" she snorts and lightly slaps his chest before turning back to the bread. "Hey," he grabs her arm and pulls her back towards him. "don't you think of f**king leaving me and joining her."

She shakes her head. "I had my glory days Thomas. Now, I'm where I belong and want to be."

Thomas is silent before stating. "She better not bring a soldier home."

Kate couldn't help but laugh lightly. "Dear Thomas, she's there to help dying men. Not to fall in love."

"It could happen."

"Not likely. Now," she kissed his cheek and pulls away from him. "now, I've got work to finish up. And you can tell me about whatever horrible things happened to you today."

Violet clutched her carpetbag tightly as she hopped off the train into the crowded Whitechapel station. It would be a good walk to the hospital, but she'd thought ahead. She'd purchased a bicycle and had the stationmaster hold it for her. Her father had given her a generous salary and it was about time that she put it to use.

Ignoring the curious gazes on her as she hopped onto her bicycle and began to pedal down the streets of London. Well, thanks to the bombings, they weren't really streets anymore.

"Ah!" Violet shrieks as she crashes into a young man rounding the corner with her bicycle. He lets out a shout as he flies backwards and she flies over the handlebars and crashes onto the man she has just knocked with her bicycle. She groans as she lies there, temporarily stunned.

"Miss?" The man says as carefully rolls her off of him; the bike handles narrowly missing hitting him in the face. "Are you alright?"

"Are you?" She groaned as she propped herself on her elbow, immediately let out a yelp at the sharp pain in her elbow.

He kneels beside her and she groans. "Damn, I'm sorry. I hurt you."

"We both should be." She stated as she stood up with his assistance. "Clearly, neither of us can see where we're going."

"Indeed." He grabbed her bag and bicycle. "Come, allow me get you to the nearest hospital."

She shakes her head. "That's hardly necessary. I'm alright."

"But if your arm is broken-

"I'm going to the hospital anyway." He stares at her in shock as she gets on the bike, groaning in pain. "I'll have them look at it when I get there. My bag, please."

He stares at her. "Surely, you don't intend to-

"May I have my bag please?" She states firmly. "There's a war on and you are hindering my ability to contribute."

He stared at her for a moment before shaking his head. "You're injured, you cannot think of cycling down there with only one good arm."

She smirked as she grabbed her bag from him. "I assure you sir, you have no idea what I'm capable of." She places her carpetbag on the left handle bar and got back onto the bike. "Are you injured?"

He shook his head. "No." He extends his hand. "My name is Angier Williams."

She pauses. "Angier? That's a unique name."

"Yes, it's a French Norman name. And your name is?"

She hesitated before shaking his hand. "Violet Shelby."

"Shelby, as in-

"I have to go." She stated. "I'm already late."

"Wait," he trotted alongside the bicycle. "how will I find you?"

She smiled at him. "Well, if I learned anything from my parents at all, one thing I've learned is to leave everything to fate. If our paths are meant to cross, they will. So for now, farewell!"

With that, she pedaled down the street, leaving him behind her. Violet briefly wondered if their paths would ever cross again. Then she shook her head and looked to the road ahead of her and began making her way to St. Peter's Hospital where a new chapter of her life would start.