Peaky Blinders Imagines

Burn

Warnings// Cussing, cheating, angst with no happy ending, verbal fighting between Tommy and the reader, May Carleton is mentioned and some words are used against her, slight misogynistic wording is used

Requested// No! Just wanted to try out a songfic to change things up a bit

Things to know// The usual, besides that this imagine flickers between past and present so you need to pay attention to understand what part of the story you're reading

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I saved every letter you wrote me...

Your fingers trembled as you held the yellowing pages of the letters he wrote you during the war. They were never really long letters, only about a paragraph, sometimes two each. Before the war, you two never ran out of things to talk about. He smiled more. Your fingers smoothed across his frantic writing, the dark ink now faded with years. He always made sure to reassure you that he was ok, that he was alive, that he couldn't wait to get back home with you. That he couldn't wait to marry you.

From the moment I read them I knew you were mine, you said you were mine, I thought you were mine...

You knew he was yours when you read the letters he wrote you. He had told you that multiple times throughout his writings. His letters always left your heart racing and thoughts on what the future held. You often wondered what your future with Tommy would be like. Would you have a daughter? A son? What about animals? Tommy was a big animal lover before the war. It often distracted you from the brutality of the war, wondering about marrying Tommy and living in a big house.

Do you know what Angelica said when we saw your first letter arrive?

Your sister's words were now echoing through your head as you continued to gaze at the yellowing pages of his letters. You remember when his first letter arrived after he was drafted into the war. You remember how your heart raced, and fingers shook as you opened it. You still remember your sister's words as she read the page over your shoulder. She said, "Be careful with that love, he will do what it takes to survive..." At the time, you didn't know what she meant. You thought that the two of you were in love, you thought that nothing would stand in the way of your love for one another.

You and your words flooded my senses, Your sentences left me defenseless, you built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals...

His letters filled the void he left when he joined the war. Your eyes eagerly took in the words he placed down on paper. You were always ready to reply. His words left you feeling warm and fuzzy, especially after reading his I love yous after every ending. He never forgot to add the I love yous in his letters. It always filled your heart with joy in reading the three little words. He seemed to always know what to say to get you feeling good again. He always seemed to know how you were feeling even while he was away.

I'm rereading the letters you wrote me, I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line for some kind of sign and when you were mine...

Your eyes scanned over the writing in the letters again, searching for any clue that he would mistreat you as he had. You were searching for some kind of sign that suggested he wasn't yours. You found nothing. But the newspaper that was cast aside beside you, holding all the information about your husband was lying right there. There was proof sitting right next to you that he wasn't yours. So where had you gone wrong?