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Tommy Shelby x Reader

This is my first Peaky Blinders imagine, I hope you like it, I’ve never done one before! 

Warnings: Single Swear Words

*Not my Gif, Credit to orignal makers* 

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Tommy was at his desk finishing some paper work for the business, the office was almost empty a few blinders remained, and Arthur and John were sat at the table with a drink in hand. One blinder walked briskly across the shop towards the office, he politely tapped on the door. Tommy had asked not to be disturbed as he attempted to catch up with contracts.

“What is it?” Tommy sighed, his eyes rolling at the disruption.

“There’s a lady outside demanding to see you Mr Shelby” the blinder explained as Tommy looked at him blankly.

“What woman? Can’t you deal with it?” Tommy said as he shook his head at the blinders incompetence.

“She wouldn’t give her name sir, but she’s most insistent that she speaks to you, she says it’s mighty important” the blinder replied, his head dipping as he prepared for the frustration of Tommy Shelby.

“Insistent ey?” his eyebrow raised, as he slumped back into his chair. “Best send her through then if she’s insistent” Tommy grumbled sarcastically before holding his head in his hands realising his wit was lost on the blinder as he scurried back to the door to let her in. “Arthur! John! Get in here, this should be good” he shouted as the door opened for the blinder’s exit.

Arthur and John sat on the couch in Tommy’s office, a smirk of confusion on their face as Tommy poured them each a whiskey from his drawer. The sniggering came to an abrupt halt as you entered.

You felt the eyes of the two men on the couch study you, before the piercing blue of the man behind the desk raised to meet yours, curious as to his brothers sudden silence. His expression did not change, but you saw his eyes dance across your face taking in your features. The way your loosely curled golden hair cascaded across your shoulders, framing your defined cheek bones, a scattering of freckles across your cheeks hiding the blush from the cold air, your vivid green eyes staring straight back at him. He realised he had paused an unusually long time, almost overflowing the glass into which he poured his whiskey. He snapped his eyes back to the glass and handed one each to his brothers.

“Mr Shelby” you started, your voice timid, you hadn’t realised how intimidated you would feel, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, “I really must speak with you, I have some information…”

“Information?” Tommy interrupted “Let’s start with who you are, and why you think you can insist to see me? I’m a very busy man Miss?” He hissed at you, trying not to let his eyes stray to your lips as he waited for your name.

“Mrs Morgan” you replied in a slight fluster, eager to divulge the information that had brought you here as Tommy’s eyes darted to your hands in search of your wedding ring, “I..”

“And what do you want in exchange for this information?” Tommy interrupted once more, this time gesturing to you to sit on the other side of the desk, as he leaned back against his office wall, lighting a cigarette in his mouth.

“Nothing Mr Shelby” You responded quickly, again hastening to get to the point of your visit, but before you could utter another syllable you noticed John and Arthur shifting from their seat, the three of them now stood above you. You suddenly realised how vulnerable you were.

“Nothing?” Tommy questioned “No one comes here without wanting something in return, just who the fuck are you?” you felt the barrel of Arthur’s gun against your head. They were obviously suspicious of you. You had heard of an attempt on Tommy’s life by mother who had lost her son in the crossfire of one of the Shelby’s schemes. She had marched in to his office and pulled a gun to his head. His life was saved only as she was shaking too much to take a clean shot.

“Please Mr Shelby, I believe once you hear what I have to say all will become clear” to the brothers’ surprise your voice was calm, inside you could feel your heart racing and you clenched your fists into your dress under the desk to stop you from shaking.

Tommy looked at you in silence, impressed. he confessed to himself, by your composure, he nodded and allowed you to continue talking but not instructing Arthur to lower his gun. There was something about your stoic demeanour in such a circumstance that made his heart quicken, but he wasn’t sure if it was the allure of your beauty or his instincts for danger.

“ I work in the library Mr Shelby, this afternoon I overheard a conversation between two Italian men, they spoke in detail about a plot to take your son” you blustered, relieved to have finally conveyed your information.

Tommy’s eyes widened, and he signaled to Arthur to remove the gun from your head, you had Tommy’s full attention now, and he longer avoided your eyes, for a split second you thought you saw fear, but within a blink there was only anger in his eyes. He now leaned over the desk, his body language dominating although you no longer felt endangered by his presence.

“They know the routine of the boy’s nanny, they plan to take him this coming Wednesday, when you are at the races and your son goes to feed the ducks, I believe they intend to harm him Sir” You said bowing your head at the concept.

“Wednesday?” he confirmed with you as you nodded in reply “They were definitely Italian?”

“They were speaking in Italian Sir, I believe that’s why they were so open with their plan, they didn’t believe anyone could understand them” you divulged, as Arthur cursed while processing the information.

Tommy barked orders at John and Arthur “Three days boys, get Charlie take him to our friends in the black mountains, they won’t find him there, we’ll ambush them at the duck pond, get men to watch the house John, they’re bound to have a plan b I don’t want your kids at risk, Arthur you go and tell Pol and Michael what’s going on”. No sooner had Tommy finished his sentence Arthur was already out of the door shouting at the men in caps still in the shop, John bent to your ear.

“Thank you” he whispered, the thought of his children in danger stirring an unexpected emotion in him, before he turned on his heel and followed Arthur out of the room.

“Yes, thank you” Tommy said with sincerity as he sat behind the desk opposite you.

“There’s no thanks necessary Mr Shelby, I could not be a by-stander when there was risk to a child” you replied, as you moved to stand, preparing to leave.

“Call me Tommy, and there is a need, you have put yourself at risk by coming to us. I apologise for our initial hostility” he conceded handing you a glass of whiskey, halting your rise from the chair. “Naturally we will post men in your street for your protection” your eyes fell to his hands which he had gathered in front of him on the desk, perhaps to stop himself from fidgeting and outwardly displaying the anxiety that had roused within him.

“There is no need Mr Sh…Tommy, I would rather you used those men to protect your son, don’t worry about me” you replied, a smile sneaking across your face at his kind offer.

“And what about Mr Morgan? Or your children? No I’m sorry Mrs Morgan I insist, I will not have a family’s blood on my…”

“There is no Mr Morgan” you interrupt, causing a furrow on Tommy’s brow “I’m a widow Tommy, and there are no children, we weren’t granted that blessing” your sighed, fighting back the tears from your eyes.

Tommy studied you a sadness creeping across his face, he knew better than most the pain you felt. He reached a hand out towards your face, his thumb wiping away a tear you hadn’t realised had begun to fall. His hands were calloused and rough yet his touch was soft against your cheek as he cupped your face. His eyes lingered on yours, they were truly breath-taking. You wondered what thoughts he was wrestling with as he remained silent with your head in his hand. You felt his palm slip down to your neck, his fingers resting against the back of your head as his thumb stroked your jaw. “I can’t thank you enough, we owe you, the least I can do is keep you safe Mrs Morgan”.

“You can call me (Y/N)” You responded, as your hand moved to his wrist, gently moving his touch from your skin. Leaving goose bumps where his hand once was. His touch was a delight, but you argued with yourself not to fall for those eyes, there was no chance Thomas Shelby would be interested in you, the widowed librarian, you couldn’t face another heart break.

Tommy took an intake of breath at the touch of your hand on his wrist, the softness of your skin under his palm as his hand glided off your face caused a calmness in him he had not felt for some time, yet his heart was racing, an oxymoron of calm and excitement engulfed him.

You found yourself still holding his wrist as he stared into your eyes. You slipped your hand up into his and entwined your fingers with his, an action that felt almost reflexive.

“I can’t have them hurt you” he whispered, a thought that he had not intended to express outwardly, he cleared his throat at his surprise vocalisation, and moved his hand from yours to mask the short abrupt cough. “They could kill you Lee” he said, once again returning to his stoic self.

“I died a long time ago in France Tommy” You chuckled but it wasn’t enough to mask the sadness on your face, “anything now is extra” you smiled at him as you began to rise from your chair, unsure why you had disclosed these thoughts. His jaw had dropped open, a mixture of confusion and surprise on his face.

He could barely believe what you had just said, who was this woman, he thought to himself. His mind flooded with questions, was she in the war? What happened to her? Why hadn’t he seen you before? How had he not noticed you? It was in this moment that he realised you had reached the door.

“Goodnight Tommy, I wish you and your son all the best” you said puzzled by his distant expression, still focused in the place you had been sitting.

Tommy jumped from his chair, sending it flying backwards to the floor before striding to the door where you stood. He needed to see you again, once Charlie was safe and the danger had passed he must see you again his mind raced. He frantically wracked his brain for a reason to stay in touch. His hand clasped gently around your wrist which had extended to the door handle.

“You speak Italian (Y/N)?” He blurted, surprised at himself for the relevance of the question, and for his hurried tone.

“Yes Tommy” you replied, slightly startled by his sudden pace.

“May I call on you should I need to translate something?” he asked, his voice once again steady having regained his composure.

“I suppose so Tommy, if it will help with the protection of your son” your head tilted slightly as you looked at the man before you. Your eyes scanning his face searching for any tells of his emotions, you notice how close he was to you, and you felt your body lean slightly towards him before you stopped yourself, reminding yourself of your earlier conclusion about heartbreak.

Tommy’s breath quickened as he saw your weight shift slightly towards him, butterflies in his stomach stirring, a feeling that no longer surprised him as he took in your beauty under the glow of the lamp. He steadied himself as he saw you contemplating, he wanted to slip his hands around your waist, to pull you into him, to run his fingers through your long golden hair as he kissed your perfectly shaped lips; but he did not want to scare you away. He had felt your hesitation when he wiped the tear from your face.

He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding as you pecked him lightly on the cheek.

“You can find me there or the library” you said after giving him your address. “Goodnight Mr Shelby” you said politely as you slid through the door, the skin on your wrist tingling as he released it from his hand to allow you to leave.

“Goodnight Mrs Morgan” he nodded, as you exited the office. He stood in the door frame, his mind a whirl, occupied with angry emotions about his need to protect Charlie, but also warm excitement at the spell you had just cast upon him. “Jack, Oscar! Make sure that lady gets home safe, and watch her house once she’s there. Any trouble you call me straight away, but don’t let her know you’re watching. Clear?” he ordered to the men who had locked the door behind your slender frame.

“Yes Mr Shelby” they nodded, grabbing their hats before heading out the door.

Tommy sunk back into his chair. His unfinished work still on the desk in front of him. He glanced at the papers before resigning himself to abandon them until tomorrow. He had more important affairs to attend to.