Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

Blind - Part 2 - John x Arthur x Reader

"What tha hell's got into her...............?" John mussed, as he finally came out from under the table. Putting the toothpick back in his mouth, as he looked at the door that still seemed to be shaking after (Y/n) had violently slammed it. Arthur and Tommy looking at one another. Both of them sure that their younger brother had never said anything more stupid in his life.

"Are you outta your fuckin mind..........?" Arthur asked seriously, as he took a drink from his glass.

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

"He is Tommy, he is outta his fuckin mind." The older Shelby continued in disbelief. Arthur not sure how his younger brother seemed to be able to see every other woman around him, except the one that actually cared about him.

In Arthur's eyes, (Y/n) was too good for John. Despite the fact that Arthur loved his younger brother, he believed that the beautiful woman that had always been found right at John's side, deserved so much better. When their old mum had taken her own life, (Y/n)'s grandmother had been there for the family, (Y/n) had been there for John. She had been there when he had gone to war, and when he had returned; yet John never seemed to appreciate it. And no one could understand why.

"What have I done wrong now............?"

"If ya don't know, I ain't fuckin tellin ya............" Arthur replied, as he finished of his drink and got to his feet.

"I'm gonna go and find her. Make sure that she's alright..........." Arthur continued quietly, as he leant over Tommy. Tommy simply nodding in reply, before Arthur grabbed his coat and made for the door. Leaving John to just roll his eyes and take a seat. Tommy shaking his head slightly; hoping that Arthur would be able to speak to (Y/n) and something, or someone, might knock some sense into John. Might make his younger brother see what he could have lost.

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(Y/n) made her way out of the Garrison. She would have to apologise to poor Harry for ignoring him as he called after her, later; but at this moment, she wasn't in the mood to talk. Her feet feeling heavy, as she made her way down Witton Street. It wasn't the first time that John had abandoned her so he could chase after some bit of skirt. Some girl willing to drop her knickers for a flash of that John Boy smile; but it would most certainly be the last.

On more than one occasion (Y/n) had tried to work out what was so wrong with her. What it was that John saw in every other girl, that wasn't in her. She had always been told that she was pretty; even when she the rough, tough young girl, her grandmother would always tell her that she had a face that would put Helen of Troy to shame. Though the female Peaky, did have to admit that her granny was probably a little bias. Yet it wasn't just the old woman, Tommy and Arthur, Finn and Isaiah, Harry, Polly and even here son Michael, had all made similar comments, and (Y/n) had to think that there was no need for them to say such things if they didn't believe it. But John, her best friend, the boy she loved, had never said anything. Well, that wasn't exactly true, in all honesty, he used to tell her that she had a face like a monkey's backside, to which she would call him a horse's arse, and thrown mud at him. So, it wasn't exactly the same. And perhaps, if beauty was in the eye of the beholder, John just didn't like the way she looked. (Y/n) having to admit that she didn't like that idea much. But she wasn't going to worry about that any longer. She wasn't going to care about whether or not John Michael Shelby, thought she was up to his standards; because she was going to find a man that did think that she was beautiful. She was going to find a man that could see past the short hair and suit, to the woman beneath. Yet she knew that that was easier said than done. Everyone in Small Heath knew that she was a member of the Peaky Blinders, and everyone thought of her as John's girl. So, it would be hard to break away from that. But she was going to try. She had to try. (Y/n) not wanting to be left behind. Not wanting to be left alone while all those around her were married............while John was married. Her feet growing even heavier, as she thought about the possibility. As she contemplated a life without John. (Y/n) stopping in the middle of the street; tears pricking at her eyes, as the idea of John spending his life with someone else.

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"(Y/n)..........?" Arthur asked, as he made his way out into the main bar. Harry pointing towards the door; not able to say anything before the oldest Shelby left the establishment. Arthur looking around for a moment, before deciding to make his way down Witton Street.

Arthur and the rest of the family had known (Y/n) since she was young. The little girl, seeming to spend just as much time at their house on Watery Lane, as John spent at (Y/n)'s grandmothers. The two older boys, and Ada, quickly coming to see the tough girl, as another member of the family. A little sister. But when they had returned from the war, when they had seen her on the platform with Polly, Ada and Finn, it hadn't escaped either Arthur or Tommy that she was in fact, quite the most beautiful of women. Both jealous that the oblivious John didn't have to do a damn thing, and still had (Y/n) by his side. Yet as much as he would happily try and charm the younger woman, himself; Arthur knew that (Y/n) would never be happy unless she was with John. And John, whether he knew it or not, would only be happy with (Y/n). So, one way or another, he would have to get his younger brother to see sense. A small smile pulling at Arthur's lips, as a plan formulated in his mind. Now, all he had to do was find (Y/n).