↳ 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 - 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨

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warnings; none

Fear wasn't something you felt, it was something you instilled in those around you. Everybody knows your name and the ones who don't learn it the hard way. You've grown accustomed to this lifestyle. Watching people cower in your presence, hearing whispers when you walk by. You have to admit, it is rather amusing to say the least.

Having returned to Birmingham not too long ago to find it exactly the same as you'd left it, you elected to take a trip down to the Garrison for old times sake. As expected, the sight of you strutting along the familiar path has groups parting ways and heads bowing out of respect.

Hands tucked into your trouser pockets you barely glimpse the half drunken men holding the doors open for you. In a matter of seconds the shouting and laughter dies down as every pair of beady eyes in the room land on your figure.

Concealing a smirk with ease, you make your way over to the bar. Men instinctively abandon their seats while others create distance, knowing from experience you're not one for close proximity with strangers.

"What can I get for you?" Harry wears the bravest expression he can muster as he stands before you. He wrings his hands out of sight to stop them quivering.

"You know what I like."

He nods, quickly turning away to pour your usual beverage. You turn and lean back on your elbows, scanning the many faces gathered around tables. A few you recognise, a few you don't. Certainly something to keep in mind.

"Heーhere you go." He forces a slight smile, taking a step back when you twist to face him. To prevent himself from staring, and therefore losing his eyes, he busies himself with cleaning glasses.

"Perhaps you could help me." Despite gazing down at the drink in your manicured hand, the speed at which his eyes lift from the floor doesn't go unnoticed. It almost pulls a chuckle from somewhere within you. Almost.

"I'm looking for Mr. Thomas Shelby. Would you happen to know of his whereabouts?"

The Shelby family, feared by many for their ruthless ways. Cross them, you lose your life. Disrespect them, you lose your life. Challenge them, you guessed it, you lose your life. During your time here you lost count of how many men lost their tongues because they insulted the Shelbys in many colourful ways. But that only seemed to spur you on.

To be truthful, you were always going to induce terror simply because of your surname. Your father isn't a man to be trifled with and as a result of that, you grew up well looked after. Until once you were old enough you took matters into your own hands and proved to everyone that you deserved your name.

The Peaky Blinders are merciless, though you might just be worse considering you are as dangerous and unpredictable as them, if not more. What makes things better is you don't require the police to be on your payroll to get away with your crimes. Even superiors recoil at the mention of your name.

"Well I—all I know is that he's been caught up with business meetings all day." You hum, raising your brows at the predictable response. "I'm sure he will show up soon, he's a regular."

"Oh I know."

"Unless it's urgent." He stammers. "I can have somebody fetch him if you'd like?"