Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

Planes and automobiles - Part 5 - Alfie x Shelbys x Reader

"Ah, gentlemen......" (Y/n) said cheerily, as she doors of the large room, to what undoubtedly was some kind of ballroom, were opened. The brothers and Alfie greeted with a scene right out of F. Scott Fitzgerald's new novel, The Great Gatsby. Pretty young things clothed in the finest silk dresses. Handsome men in tailored tuxedos; all of them dancing to the latest tunes, as they played on the gramophone. A soft hum of conversation accompanied by the clinking of champagne glasses, filling the air.

The room was finely though still subtly decorated. No gawdy gold or frivolous frills. It was just right, elegant and understated; and Tommy couldn't help but think that it suited their host, as did the dress that she wore, to a tee. It was the first time the boys from Birmingham had seen her in anything but her flying suits or racing overalls; and Tommy was not going to pretend that he didn't like what he saw. The dress was short, sitting just above her knees; and it black, with diamond like embellishments creating patterns in the silk. It had been made to impress, to turn heads, and it was certainly doing that. Arthur next to him, making a very appreciative sound, as he looked (Y/n) up and down.

"Please, please, come and enjoy. There is champagne; but if you prefer something a little stronger, just ask Jamesson." (Y/n) continued, as she made her way over to them. Coming to stand by Alfie, who took her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm.

"These all friends a yours.........?" Arthur asked, as he looked out over the other guests, who he would say not a one had ever had to do a real day's work in their lives.

"Oh no, barely a one. But one of the things my father would tell me was that you should keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Most of these people's parents were the one that treated my father like he was nothing. Like he was lesser than them because he had had to earn his money, instead of inheriting it; but that would never stop him from inviting them to parties. It his way of showing them that he didn't care, what they thought. That he was above all their gossip and idle chatter. So, I do the same. Showing the idle rich, who embarrassingly aren't as rich as they used to be, and really only have a title, that this is what hard work and sensible business decisions gets you. That getting your hands dirty and your knuckled scuffed can get your further than being called lord or lady. Though there are one or two. Ones that share some of my interests and have invested in me to race on the continent, before. For you see, not all people doubt my abilities, just because I was born without a penis, Mister Shelby." (Y/n) explained, giving Arthur a pointed look before smiling again.

"Now, as I said, please enjoy. And if you don't mind, I would just like to steal Alfie from you for a while." She added with a polite nod, before pulling the Londoner through the crowd.

"I need a drink....." Arthur huffed, walking off in hopes of finding the stiff butler, so that he could get a large glass of scotch. John merely shrugging, before making his way over to where a number of young women had been eyeing him from the moment that he entered the room. Leaving Tommy to take a glass of champagne form one of the silver trays that waiters were carrying around the room, before lighting his cigarette and making his way out of the room through the large bay doors.

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"Well.....?" (Y/n) asked, as she and Alfie made their way through another set of double doors, into a smaller room.

"Well, what.........?"

"Alfred, stop being obtuse, it doesn't suit you........I can tell that the oldest one still doesn't like the idea of me driving for you. But what about the one with the brains......? What does Tommy think.......?" (Y/n) asked, as she gestured for Alfie to take a seat.

"He hasn't said anythin, other than he wants ta see tha workshop. But Thomas Shelby wouldn't be here is he wasn't really interested. Is it that important ta ya......?"

"If I recall correctly, you're the one that called me to drive your car, Alfie. But.....yes, yes it is. I have proved myself on the continent and even in the States; done things that most didn't believe a woman could do. Yet, I am still to prove myself in England, and I would like to do that now. And driving for you and the Shelby's is as good a way as any to do that........" (Y/n) confessed. Alfie noticing the sudden faraway look in her eye.

"He would have been proud of ya, ya know. Ya father was always proud of ya......." Alfie said. (Y/n) looking over to him and smiling.

"That sounds to me like big, bad, scary Alfie Solomons is getting sentimental in his old age. Previously, you would have told me to fuckin toughen up and get on with it. But I do appreciate it. Through I will be sure not to ruin your reputation by telling anyone that you said something so sweet." (Y/n) chuckling as Alfie huffed, dragging his hand over his beard and muttering something about him not being that fuckin old and that she wasn't too old for him to throw over his lap and tan her backside, causing (Y/n) to laugh all the more.

"Alfie, if you keep making interesting offers like that, I might just take you up on it........." Alfie rolling his eyes. But she could still see the smile that pulled at the corners of his lips.

"Now, why don't you go and join my party and I.........." (Y/n) trailing off, as she noticed through the window that someone was making their way over to the old stables.

"(Y/n).........?"

"And I will be in a moment. I just have something to check on." (Y/n) explained, her smile returning as she took Alfie by the hand and pulled him up from the chair; escorting the Londoner back to the party, before making her way to find out who her inquisitive guest was.