Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

Angel of the trenches - Part 7 - Alfie x Tommy x Reader

"Well, now that that is over............" Alfie said, as he finished his drink and placed the glass on the desk in front of him.

"Why don't ya tell me more about this business associate a yours.........." The Londoner continued, as he looked at Tommy. Tommy just sitting back in his chair, as he looked at the Jewish gangster.

As the meeting had begun, Tommy had assured (Y/n) that he would be fine; Alfie calling in Ollie and telling him to show the lady around the bakery. The former corporal hesitating for a moment, until Tommy had given her a reassuring look, followed by an 'that's an order'; to which (Y/n) had just nodded, before leaving the room with Alfie's assistant.

"(Y/n) is nothing to do with this.............."

"Now come, Thomas. You can't tell someone that a beautiful woman fought in tha trenches with ya, then not expect them ta want ta know more............"

"There is nothing more ta know............" Tommy replied, as he took a piece of loose tobacco from his tongue, before taking another drag of his cigarette.

It was strange. His family knew about (Y/n); he had told them all about his angel of the trenches, long before she had come back into his life. Tommy always getting a feeling that his brothers, that Ada and Polly hadn't believed him; that they thought that he had been seeing things. That she was a product of the gasses, or his libido. The notion of a young woman being where no other was; that he was the only one to know what and whom she really was, sounding like a dream that any frustrated man, may have. But he had shown them. (Y/n) had come back into his life and proved that she was very real; so there should be no reason to not tell Alfie more, yet it felt wrong. He and (Y/n) shared something, shared a bond. And it wasn't just the fact that they had fought together; it wasn't just the fact that they had kissed. It was all the other things. The little things. It was how she had watched over him; made sure that he ate, made sure that he kept his feet dry so that he didn't get trench foot. And he in turn, had been right by her side. He had done his best to protect her, without making it look too obvious. He had given her duties that would ensure that she was at least a little safer. A part of him feeling that if he were to tell his London counterpart about that, then the sacredness of that bond, might be broken. But he knew that Alfie was not going to let this lie. He was not going to let him leave the office until he had at least told him a little something.

"Oh, I doubt that very much, Thomas.............." Alfie countered, as he sat back in his chair. Tommy letting out a sigh, before butting out his cigarette.

"(Y/n) took her brother's place. Her brother, George, had died in an accident a couple of days before his call up papers arrived. And with no family left, she took his place. She'd been fighting for over two years, before I even met her. And I only found out that she was a woman, myself, by accident. She was injured in a push; took some shrapnel to tha left arm and leg, a bullet ta tha side, too. I thought she was dead until she turned up on tha doorstep tha other week. She was a good soldier, so I offered her work. Brought her along ta learn tha business." Tommy explained, as he took out another cigarette, and lit it.

Alfie did his best not to smile. It was an interesting story, and he didn't doubt the vast majority of it. Tommy having no need to lie about such things. But what he didn't believe, was that he had given her a job, just because she had been a good soldier. That he had brought her down to London, to show her the business. No. What Alfie did believe, was that he could see the hint of emotion in Tommy's usually cold eyes, when he spoke about her. He had also seen it in hers, when she had stood behind the man from Birmingham. Her coming with him under this pretense, the way that he could keep her close. Though all that did intrigue the Londoner more. Alfie wondering to what extent the pair would go to, to protect the other.

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(Y/n) took in everything, as she and Ollie made their way around the bakery. She had to admit, that she knew little of bakeries, and even less about distilleries; but the smell of the alcohol was making her feel a little sick. It reminding her of what she and George had been through, at the hands of her alcoholic mother. So, to take her mind off it, she decided to talk to the man by her side.

"Don't talk much, do you................?" She said. Ollie turning to look at her, as she focused on the stills in front of them.

"Maybe that's what he pays you for, because you are quiet. Mister Solomons doesn't seem like the kind of man that would want advise or input from others. Tommy told me that he was a captain in the war. You know, the best captain's I ever met, were the ones that listened to the those beneath him, to his men. But what would I know; I only spent over three years in the trenches, getting my arse shot at by the Krauts.........." (Y/n) added, before turning her attention to a speechless Ollie, and smiling.

"(Y/n).............." A voice called out. The former corporal turning to see Tommy placing his cap on his head.

"Well, nice to have met you, Ollie. Maybe next time, we can try a conversation." (Y/n) said, giving poor, confused Ollie another smile, before she quickly made her way to Tommy. Ollie joining Alfie, as the former corporal and sergeant major made their way out of the building. Alfie turning to look at his assistant, as he spoke.

"I like her...................."