Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

Never the twain - Part 1 - Tommy x Reader

A day at the races, that was what was needed. The boys making their way to the racecourse with all the other racegoers. It had been a busy few months. Tommy mostly finding himself in London dealing with Alfie and the Italian issue, while Arthur and John kept hold of the reins back in Small Heath, looking for some new boxers for the fights that still needed to be properly organised. And now that Tommy was back home, they had decided that they needed the day off. So, what better excuse than a race day.

They knew that the day was going to be busy. This kind of thing always drew many a thrill seeker, but this was a little something extra; the Shelby's, including Finn, as well as Isaiah, and Michael all watching as the hoi polloi funnelled through the turnstiles. As the well to do, were helped from their cars and escorted to their own entrance, so that they didn't have to mingle with the great unwashed. The boys finding it quiet amusing as old fart with hereditary titles were treated as though they were gold. As if whatever their ancestor did hundreds and hundreds of years before, that had got them one title or another from some king or queen, meant that their descendants could treat people like shit now. Arthur grumbling under his breath, as some old man, raised his cane and shouted at a young boy that had accidently run into him.

"Some things never fuckin change." Arthur huffed angrily, before taking a drink from his hip flask. The others nodding in agreement, before following after the oldest Shelby boy and pushing themselves from the walls. Arthur deciding that as his flask was now empty, he wanted to see what could be found on the other side of the gates. Bored with watching the landed gentry lord it over all the good people that only wanted a day to enjoy themselves.

"Well, will you look at that." Michael suddenly commented, as he watched a white Silver Ghost pull up to a stop at the entrance. A rather tall, mustachioed, haughty looking man climbing out of the vehicle, before holding out his hand.

"Yeah.........it's a beauty.............Rolls Royce Silver Ghost Alpine Eagle." Finn agreed, as his eyes wandered the tourer.

"What........? Not the car........that...........!" Michael said, shaking his head at his younger cousin, before pointing at what he was really talking about. Finn's eyes following Michael's finger. A small smile pulling at his lips, as he took in the real beauty. The other boys turning their attention to what was going on. All of them stopping as a beautiful woman appeared from the backseat of the automobile.

"Ohhhhhhhh, that." Finn said, continuing to smile. His remark making Isaiah laugh.

"Now that, is what I call a bit of alright........." Arthur agreed. Glad that his flask hadn't run out sooner. The beautiful woman looking around and smiling as she climbed out into the sunlight. The rays catching in her eyes and making them seem, even from that distance, as if they were sparkling like diamonds. John pushing his hands into his pockets, as he just continued to chew on the toothpick that was between his lips. Images of what could lay beneath her rather elegant, and well-tailored outfit, filling his mind. And Tommy, well, Tommy just reached for yet another cigarette. The head of the family firm trying to pretend that he hadn't noticed. All of them, including Tommy, standing up straighter and adjusting their suits and coats, as the eyes of the woman fell on them. Her smile seeming to get a little broader.

"Come, my dear. I don't wish for you to be around these people for too long." The tall haughty man commented, loud enough for everyone to here. The remark making the smile drop from the face of the beauty. A subtle sigh leaving her lips, as the man placed her hand in the crook of his elbow and led her away.

"Who do ya think she is.........?" Finn enquired, as he watched her figure disappear.

"Well, she might as well be tha Queen of fuckin Sheba as far as you're concerned. Cos you ain't got a cat in hells chance with that one." Arthur sniffed. The others trying to cover up their amusement, as Finn turned to look at his oldest brother.

"What..........?"

"That is a real lady. And a woman like that, deserves a man, not a boy......."

"So, someone like you................."

"Aye, why not................"

"Neither of ya stand a chance with something like that." Tommy suddenly said. All eyes turning to look at him. Tommy taking one last drag on his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and crushing it under his foot. He had seen girls like that before. Girls that would smile and flirt with those from below the stairs when their parents weren't looking. That would tease the stableboys or boot boys and might even let them kiss them. But when it came down to it, they would only marry their own kind. Their families determined to not let their bloodlines be spoiled with anything less than the bluest of blood.

"The only thing that that girl has ever had between her legs, has four legs and a mane. And my bet is, if ya got within ten feet of her, that snooty bastard with her, will stick ya with the sword that's hiding in his cane. He's probably hoping that he can go from riding his cavalry horse, to riding her. Now, can we get the fuck on with this." Tommy continued, before making his way to the gates. The second son of Arthur Shelby senior, finding his mind filled with the image of the woman's beautiful smile leaving her lips, as the man had taken her arm. How her shoulders had dropped as she had been led away. Tommy doing his best to forget about it, to forget about her, well aware that it was none of his business. And that despite how far his family had come, never the twain shall meet.