Peaky Blinders Headcanons and Preferences

Helping Tommy Deal With Grace's Death Would Include:

When Grace dies, Tommy's a mess

Not in the way most people would be if their spouse died, but a mess in a way that is particularly Tommy

You never see him cry over her

He just carries on with his work and raising his son

But the drinking goes too far and the bags under his eyes keep getting darker

And that's when you know you have to step in

At first, the way he brushed off your concerns is polite

"I'm fine, Y/N. There's nothing wrong."

But you know better than to listen to him

So you continue to look out for him

You try to encourage him to open up, you hide his cocaine and opium, you count how many drinks he has and try to cut him off after a certain point

Eventually, though, he's done being polite with you

One night, you're staying over at his house "for a visit"

In reality, it's so you can keep an eye on him

You think he hasn't realised, but he knows, and he's sick of it

You're sitting in his office with him and he's doing work, sometimes chatting with you about anything that pops into your mind and out of your mouth

That's when you notice him pour his fourth glass of whisky and feel the need to step in

"Tom, do you think-"

"It's my fuckin' house and my fuckin' whisky, so I'll drink as much as I fuckin' like!"

He snaps at you before you can finish talking

And once he's got it out, he can't stop

"None of your business how I live my life. Always trying to get me to talk about her-"

"It's not good to keep it to yourself!" You try to reason with him, desperate to help your best friend

"I'll do whatever I want and if you don't like it, then fuck off!"

In a burst of rage, he picks up the glass and launches it against the wall beside him

It's not even thrown in your direction, but you flinch anyway

Knowing that it's best to end the argument, you leave and go to your bedroom

Tommy sits in his office the whole night, smoking cigarette after cigarette

But he can't bring himself to touch the whisky after you leave

As daylight shines through his window, Tommy stands and goes upstairs, whether to try and get some sleep or to check on Charlie, he's unsure

But as he passes your door, he stops dead in his tracks

You're humming

It's not a song he recognises, but he finds himself leaning towards the crack in the door to hear you better

And when you stop, he takes a breath and walks in unannounced

But you don't look surprised to see him

He stands there, staring at you before he finally says, "she liked music."

"I know" is your only reply

He sighs and hangs his head

"I'm never going to talk about it the way you want me to," he starts, "so please don't expect me to."

You nod in agreement. "It was wrong of me to push you too far, Tom. I'm sorry."

"So am I." He's sincere in his words. "And I know that I can always turn to you for help with all this."

You give him a smile then and embrace him

"You can."