Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

School teacher - Part 29 - Arthur x Reader

She had never heard a noise like that come from a man before; but she had heard it when Tommy had come into the stable and interrupted her and Arthur as she had just been about to unbutton his trousers. It the sound of rage, mixed stress and complete and utter frustration, both sexual and otherwise, and lord knows she had felt it too when Tommy had announced that he needed Arthur to come with him. (Y/n) fighting back the urge to tell the head of the family firm that that was what she wanted as well. Yet instead, she had blushed while once more adjusting her clothing. Arthur promising her that they would continue this, once he and the others got back from London. Tommy just giving her an apologetic look and John smirking, as the pair had left the old stables and Arthur had escorted her back to the house; kissing her softly on the cheek and telling her that he would be dreaming of her while he was away, before pushing bank notes into her hand and telling her to have a good time with Charlie, before making his way to the car. Tommy giving her more money and informing her to get whatever she and his son might need, until they got back; holding up his hand as she tried to apologise for what she had said to him about the phone call to her grandparents. The head of the Peakys, telling her that there was nothing she had to apologise for. And that was why she and Charlie had been making their way down the snow covered streets of Small Heath looking for Christmas presents. A contingent of her old students following behind them, all wanting to know if she was coming back to teach them. And despite the fact that she had promised that she would never leave Arthur again, she knew that there was so much to take care of before she could promise them, that she would be returning to them too. (Y/n) still not sure what she would tell her grandparents yet. The guilt of leaving them in their advancing years, gnawing at her. Yet she could not leave Arthur again, not after what they had been through the night before. Not after she had seen the look in his eyes. Not after she had seen the gun in his hand. The thought of him taking his own life, more than she could stand. It one thing to not see him but know that he was still in the world; a completely different thing to know that he was cold in the ground and she could never see him again, at all. And as she doubted that he would be suited to a farmer's life in the depths of Cumbria, it meant that she would once more be calling Small Heath, home.

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

"Yes Charles.......?" The school teacher retorted, as she tucked the boy into his bed.

This was the first quiet they had had all day, she and Charles finding that Polly and Ada had been waiting for them when they got back to the house. Ada distracting her nephew, while (Y/n) had spoken to Polly; telling the older woman what had happened, and that despite everything, she still loved Arthur and would be staying in town. Polly saying that she was delighted, though adding that if Arthur did hurt her again, she might have to take matters into her own hands.

"Do ya love Uncle Arthur........?" He continued, as he lay his head on the pillow.

"I.......I........yes I do. I love your uncle very much........"

"So, you're not still mad at him........?"

"Well, maybe a little. But once he comes home, I am sure that we will be able to work it all out........."

"And are ya gonna marry him.........?" The question bringing a blush to (Y/n)'s cheeks.

"I don't know. Maybe. Why.........?"

"Because that would mean that I get to call you Aunty." The boy explained. The words bringing a tear to her eye.

"Well. If I do marry your uncle, I would like that very much. Now, you get some sleep, young man; and I will see you in the morning." The school teacher told him, before leaning over and placing a kiss to his forehead.

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John looked over to Tommy, as Arthur made his way into the hotel suite and over to his room. A large, beautifully wrapped box in his hands. Their brother had been distracted all day. Not that either of them could blame him. They had both stopped him from having the woman that he had been pining away for, for nearly two years. Tommy and John only able to imagine his frustrations, given how they had both caught them. Tommy knowing that he would have been less than happy if his brothers had walked in on him when he had been tasting (Y/n); or when she had just been about to take his cock from his pants. Yet as much as he had wanted to leave Arthur behind, Tommy had wanted both he and John with him as a show of force and family solidarity. That, and though he would never admit it, he was jealous of his older sibling. And the notion that he would have to wait a little longer before he knew what it was to be loved by (Y/n), pleased him just a little.

"What was that.......?" John enquired, as Arthur reappeared; taking his coat and cap off before heading back to his room.

"A present for (Y/n). Keep ya fuckin nose out..........." The response making John chuckle.

"And what ya doin now.......?" The younger Shelby continued, as Arthur stepped back into his room.

"If it's any a your business, which it fuckin ain't. I am gonna call (Y/n) and pretend that tha both of ya didn't ruin my day, and that she was here with me, instead of you......." Arthur retorted, before closing the door behind him and locking it.