Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

In the Bleak Midwinter - Part 5 - Tommy x Reader

"Jack.........!" She called out, as she made her way down the dark street, wrapping her arms a little tighter around herself, as a breeze suddenly blew through the arches. It was strange, (Y/n) could recall coming out into the night to find her crazy Jack Russell; the little thing bound to have sniffed out some local rats, and be making them regret leaving their nice warm nest for the evening; but she couldn't remember being dressed as she was now, her form covered in nothing more than a simple, pale shift, her feet bare but not cold, as she made her way down the cobbled street. And nor could she recall having ever seen this part of town, before; a single flickering gaslight illuminating the vast expanse of dark, brick arches that seemed to go on forever. Their vaults reaching high up into the sky.

Really, she knew that she should be cold. The low-lying mist that hung around her ankles, would normally send a shiver down her spine; but at this moment, there was nothing, she felt fine. That, and there were no sounds either. Usually, she might detect the sounds of the drunks that had been kicked out of the pubs, fighting or singing, as they stumbled home to be scalded by their wives. Sometimes there might be the screech of an owl, the shriek of a fox that had ventured into the town, or the sound of cats making little cats, out by the bins; but here and now, all she could hear was her own breathing. The steady thump of her beating heart.

"Jack! Oh, where are you, you silly old thing................?" (Y/n) called out again, as she ventured a little further down the street; stopping as she got to the streetlight, the flickering flame bathing her in its soft glow.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound. Her eyes growing wide as she looked out into the darkness; another sound followed by a flash, lighting up the black. And then..............then, there was a heat in her body; the feeling of a dampness that caused her thin shift to stick to her skin. Her eyes moving from the scene before her, to her body; the breath catching in her throat, as the white material began to turn red. Her knees suddenly weakening, suddenly buckling, allowing her to fall to the floor; her hand clutched to her side, as the crimson covered her hand and made its way down her leg. She had been scared before; scared when Billy Watson had bullied her at school, scared when her father had died in a work accident, a few years before. Scared when her mother had finally drunk herself to death, just before the world had found itself at war; but all those times paled into insignificance to this moment. She could feel herself growing colder; her form weakening, as she did her best to keep her eyes open. Sure, that if she didn't, if she allowed them to close, then she might never open them again.

But then, there was a light; a light that illuminated the darkness that was trying to take her. (Y/n) having to cover her eyes for a moment, as it lit up the entire scene; yet when she could look again, she saw..........him. A well-dressed man in a large overcoat and flat cap, making his way over to her. His body drawing the light along with him, fighting off the eternal nothingness, until he was stood before her. The man slowly dropping to his knees, before placing a hand on her bloodied shift, as she placed her red palm on his cheek.

"I'm not going to let you die..............." The mysterious man told her; (Y/n) smiling, as he carefully placed his arms under her, and lifted her into the air..........

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Tommy sat up straight, roused from his furtive slumber, as the beautiful woman in his bed suddenly jerked violently. The former sapper hesitating for a moment, before moving to pull back the sheet from her naked body, as he saw red begin to stain the white material. Whatever was going on in her head he couldn't say, but what he did know, was that the movement had caused her to tear the sutures that the doctor had put in to pull together the torn and damaged flesh. Tommy quickly making his way to the door of his room, throwing it open before shouting for Arthur. The older Shelby quickly making his way up the stairs.

"Go get the doctor.........." Tommy ordered. Arthur looking between his brother and the younger woman in the bed, before just nodding; the older man disappearing as quickly as he had appeared, leaving Tommy to make his way back over to the bed, placing the last clean towel over the bleeding wound, as he sat on the bed next to her.

He had no idea how long he had been napping. He had reluctantly eaten what Arthur had brought him up on a tray; but he was glad that he had now, it obvious that the poor woman was going to need some more of his blood. Tommy determined that this time, he would make sure that the doctor had done his job properly, before he let him leave. The head of the family firm carefully wiping the sweat from her brow, before pushing a stray lock of her hair back behind her ear. Hoping that Arthur would be able to find the doctor and bring him back to the house, before she lost too much more of his blood.