Peaky Blinders Imagines

⚠️"I have five more bullets in this gun..." ⚠️

⚠️"I have five more bullets in this gun. Four more women for you to fuck...and the last one's for you." ⚠️

Warnings// This is a very VERY DARK au where the reader is majorly, MAJORLY  unhinged. She is borderline insane. There will be mentions of blood and death. A shocked Tommy, mentions of infidelity, and Lizzie's death. An outraged and pissed-off reader. The reader is, once again, UNHINGED. Allusions to sex. Slight sexual contact. Cussing

Requested// Nah

Things to know// The usual. This imagine is on the darker side so viewer discretion is advised. Please also note that the whole title of this imagine doesn't fit in the header...

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     You didn't bother trying to be quiet as you strutted into your house. Your heels were clicking on the hardwood floor as you slammed the door behind you, a frazzled and slightly guilty-looking Francis waiting just ahead of you. "M-Mrs. Shelby...Ms-" "No need Francis. I know who's in my fucking house with my husband. Be a dear and hang up my coat will you?" Francis nodded before scurrying over to you and helping you out of your coat. Your fingers trailed down into the pocket, pulling out a slim gun that Tommy had gifted you a few months ago. You watched as Francis' eyes widened. You held up the gun, admiring how it seemed to glisten in the light.
     "Listen closely, Francis. Whatever you hear tonight. Whatever happens in that room upstairs...it stays between us. And under NO circumstances are you to enter that room until I tell you it is okay." The head maid nodded swiftly, eyes on the gun as you ran your other hand trailing up and down the body of the gun. You have Francis a small smile before you made your way towards the stairs. You roll your eyes when you hear the over-exaggerated moans from Lizzie down the hall. That bitch wanted you to hear. Only your husband was silent. Poor sod was never really vocal during sex with whores. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest. Adrenaline ran through your veins. Would you really go through with this? We're you capable of taking a life like your husband?
     You would get your answer soon. Your whole being seemed to vibrate as more noise flowed through the hallway. To be fair you had warned them. You had warned them both. Lizzie had obviously taken your threats with a grain of salt. She would learn today. You cocked the gun as you continued down the hall, getting closer and closer to the bedroom you and your husband shared. To the bedroom where he was currently fucking or being fucked in. You hesitated right outside the door. "Oh yes!... Tommy!", Lizzie's voice could be heard over the sounds of heavy breathing and skin-on-skin contact. You twitched slightly. Who did this bitch think she was? Every Shelby could tell she had a thing for your husband all those years ago.
You had gotten into small catfights with Lizzie before about her infatuation with your then boyfriend/fiancé. Tommy was always there to break them up before things got too out of hand. He always took your side. Taking the time to show PDA in front of a fuming Lizzie and whisper sweet nothings into your ear with the promise of -making it up to you later love-on the tip of his tongue every time the two of you fought. But there was always something...unspoken between the two of them. Especially after John had proposed to Lizzie, only to break his heart by not telling him about her keeping in contact with some of her clients and accepting when Tommy had driven up next to her on her walk home, under the guise of offering her a ride home, only to ask if she wanted one more night with him. One more night before she was a married woman. Lizzie had sat in the passenger seat and looked at him in shock.
     What would you say if you had heard Tommy ask that of her? She had thought the two of you were in love, that the two of you were Bonnie and Clyde. She couldn't help the tiny smirk that had lit up on her face then. Alright. She had answered. We'll have to go to your house. My roommates are home. She had said. But it had all been a trap. Tommy continued to look forward, unmoving as Lizzie looked over at him in confusion. Tommy? It was then she knew she was set up. Tommy had explained how he heard she was still seeing clients despite being engaged to his brother. He had explained how her very roommates had been the ones to spill the beans. He had also explained how he now had proof that she was still working and would be informing John. Lizzie wasn't necessarily heartbroken, but she was in quite the mood afterward for a few weeks after not becoming a Shelby. But, her typical attitude was back soon after, especially after the first time Tommy had her bent over his desk at the office, his wedding ring glittering in the glowing light.
     Now, you knew Tommy would go to her after he came home from the war. He had explained how he needed to be rough. To let his demons out. He explained how he cared for you too much to hurt you like that. What he didn't know was that you didn't mind. You allowed him to fuck Lizzie. You allowed him to let his anger out on her and be gentle with you. You had tried to hint to him that he could be rougher, that he could pull your hair, mark you with his teeth, and use his hands as a diamond necklace as he railed you into the mattress. Or a mahogany desk. Or kitchen floor. Or the fucking staircase railing for god's sake! But your idiot husband refused every time. And you respected that. But you had also talked to him about boundaries. Fucking boundaries. Boundaries that he promised! Fucking promised to follow at all times!
He promised that he would only see Lizzie once every few months. If he really needed a release like that, then he could do so once every here and there. And he was to inform you of whenever he was going to visit her. And if he was going to visit her, it would only be for an hour. After he was finished, he was to return straight to you, so you could wash the stench of her off of him. He wasn't to kiss her anywhere on her face. Those types of kisses were saved for you. You always did quite enjoy forehead kisses. You also installed a pretty important rule for him to follow. He was to never get her pregnant. So far he's done pretty well. You were always cold and calculating when it came to keeping up with Lizzie's monthlies. You didn't want to risk her lying and trapping your husband with a baby anytime soon. Of course, while this rule was very important and sacred, you had one rule that you specifically told Tommy to never break.
You told him to keep his affairs out of your home. Keep it at the office. You had said. If I see her fucking face after your...adventures, I might just fucking kill her. You had told him that he was to never have Lizzie over. You'd be damned if she ever stepped foot into your house. But it seems your husband may have gotten too cocky. Or he was just plain stupid. It seemed he even took it a step further by not only fucking her inside your house. But having her in the very room you two shared. They were probably sprawled out on the bed where you two slept. Your fingers twitched, the gun in your hand trembling along with them. You were seeing red. You could still hear her loud moans and praises towards your husband.
     You briefly thought about her face being smashed against the wall, your fingers dug deep into her hair, smashing her face into the wall with enough force to break her nose, and possibly break a few teeth. Or maybe you could revel in her on her knees, naked as the day she was born, tears rushing down her face as she begged and pleaded for her life. You shook your head, clearing your thoughts before your free hand reached towards the doorknob, turning it quickly before slamming the door open. Lizzie didn't bother stopping. Tommy's eyes barely flicked toward you before you had the gun raised. It seemed as if everything was happening in slow motion, you couldn't hear anything but the pounding of your heart in your chest. Lizzie looked over her shoulder at you, her eyes filled with smugness and pleasure before slowly morphing into fear as she stared straight down the barrel of your gun. You could see her beginning to scramble off your husband, but a cruel smirk pulled on your lips as you immediately pulled the trigger.

BaNG

     Her blood splattered over Tommy and the sheets. Her head was tossed back from the force of the bullet and her naked body followed through with the motion of falling off of your husband and sprawling over the bed. Her right eye was gone. Nothing left but a bloody hole. If you looked close enough, you could a small trace of her brain and skull intermixed with her blood. Tommy's eyes widened as he hopped out of the bed, with no regard for his undressed state, eyes wild with surprise and fury. "OI! What the fuck Y/n!" He roared, holding his hands out in front of him. He itched to reach for his gun, especially when the gun that was just fired turned to point at him.
     "I fucking warned you what would happen Thomas." Your voice was cold. His eyes flickered over to the dead body of his secretary. His heart was pounding in his chest. "Fuck...alright...just give me the fucking gun eh?" He slowly stepped towards you, freezing when he felt the hot metal of the gun under his chin. "In our fucking house....in our fucking bed..." You hissed, eyes glaring into your husband's. Thomas Shelby never apologized. His eyes were hard as they stared into your crazed ones. "Alright..." he relented, hands still in the air. "We had fucking rules in place, Thomas! And you broke one of them." The gun didn't waver in your hands. It held steady. You were fully ready to pull the trigger on him if you had to. Tommy continued to hold his hand out in front of him, whether it was to protect him or coax you into giving him the gun you weren't sure, but you didn't stop glaring at him for a moment. "I warned you." You repeated. "I specifically told you what would happen if I saw her face in my home Tommy! I told you I would kill her and I meant that shit." Tommy nodded slowly in response, he wisely chose to keep quiet, waiting for a moment to calm you or to grab the gun. 

     "You get some boys down here. They can dispose of her body somewhere...but you. You will be the one to clean all this up. Her blood is on your hands, Tommy. Her death is your fault. You will be the one to make sure that my bedroom floor is cleaned and that the sheets are washed-no, burn them. I don't want to think about the sort of shit she's probably spread all of them." You explained, never lowering the gun once. "You're going to need a new secretary. I'll be the one picking her out." Tommy sniffed before nodding in agreement. "Yeah alright. I'll clean this up and you'll find me a new secretary." You went quiet for a moment, the day's events finally catching up to you. You were quite exhausted now. Killing really tired you out. You finally began lowering the gun, your anger passing. Tommy seemed to relax as you did as well but quickly tensed up again when you held the gun up, only this time the barrel was facing the ceiling, almost like you were showing the gun off. "I have five more bullets in this gun. Four more women for you to fuck...and the last one's for you."