Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

Come back to me - Part 2 - Polly x Tommy x Reader

'Come back to me...........' That was what she had always told him.

'Come back to me...........' It was what she had said, before he had joined his brothers and so many other brave men on that train, that had taken them away from everyone that loved them, for four long years.

'Come back to me...........' That was what she said every morning that he left the house.

'Come back to me............' Those were the last words that had left her lips the night he had gone to watch the boxing match. But unlike every other time, he had not come back to her, that night. Instead, she had opened the door to find a pale faced Tommy; to see Polly who actually had tears in her eyes. Her legs giving way beneath her, as Tommy broke the news that Arthur......her Arthur; the man that she loved more than life itself, a man that had survived all the war had to throw at him, had been taken from her. Something inside her breaking, as she sat in a heap on the floor; not hearing anything else that was said. Every word, everything around her, seeming to disappear. Not that she cared. The world could now end, for her world had been taken from her.

"(Y/n)........." A familiar voice came. (Y/n) not turning her eyes from the view outside the window. After that night, Tommy had had Polly take her in; believing that it was best that she wasn't left alone. But what he didn't understand was, that no matter where she was, or who she was with, she would always be alone, now........

"(Y/n).........." Polly said again, as she made her way into the bedroom.

(Y/n) had barely eaten or taken any water since Arthur's funeral. Tommy having to carry her back to the car, after she had fainted; and Polly had been able to do little more than watch as (Y/n) had begun to slowly wither away. As the spark in her eyes, had vanished. The doctors telling her and Tommy, that nothing physically was wrong with the new widow; that instead of some illness, it would just appear that (Y/n) had given up on life. The doctor only able to advise that they should try and get whatever food and drink into her, they could.

"I've brought you some soup. Don't worry, I didn't make it........" Peggy joked, as she placed the tray on the little table next to the bed. A heavy sigh leaving her lips as (Y/n) didn't seem to hear her; her eyes never moving from the scene beyond the window.

In truth, Polly was surprised that (Y/n) could still stand. She had lost a lot of weight so quickly, the younger woman now a shadow of her former self. Up until now, (Y/n) had always been strong, even from when she was young; that was what had made her perfect for Arthur, she was a firm but kind hand. A sweet soul that, no matter the trouble Arthur might get himself into, was always on hand to pick up the pieces. To calm him, to love him. Polly seeing it in many dreams that the two would be together; that they had a true connection; yet the older woman had not realised until her nephew had been killed, how strong the bond between (Y/n) and Arthur had really been. Polly sure that if it had been the other way around, if it had been (Y/n) that had died; Arthur would probably have drunk himself to death.

"Pol............." A smile coming to Polly's lips. (Y/n) not having said a word since she had been told of Arthur's death.

"Yes, hon...........?"

"When will Arthur be home........? He's been gone a long time......." The question bringing a tear to Polly's eyes, as she made her way over to where (Y/n) stood, joining her in looking out of the window. Her eyes falling on the car that had just pulled up outside the house.

"I'm sure he won't be much longer......." Pol replied, taking (Y/n)'s hands.

"Why don't we get you back into bed and you can try and eat a little of that soup, while I go downstairs and ask Tommy when he will be back........?" (Y/n) actually giving her a small smile, before she allowed Pol to lead her over to the bed.

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Tommy made his way into the house. He knew that he had to do something, Arthur wouldn't wait much longer now that he knew (Y/n) wasn't well; and (Y/n) wouldn't be alive much longer if it wasn't revealed that Arthur was in fact alive.

He had been on the phone to America, taking heed of Alfie's words 'Big fucks small'. Tommy knowing the perfect person that was bigger than the Changrettas. Now all he had to do was wait for Luca's next move. Tommy just hoping that the Italian American would act sooner, rather than later.

"Where have ya been.........?" Polly asked, as she made her way into the kitchen, joining her nephew and sitting at the table.

"Business. It couldn't wait. How's (Y/n).........?"

"How do ya fuckin think she is? Her husband was murdered. Tha only man that she has ever been with, or loved, taken from her. She's gettin worse and I don't know how much longer she can keep going. She even just asked me when Arthur will be home........." Polly retorted angrily, as she pulled her cigarettes from her pocket, before lighting one and taking a deep drag. Polly not wanting to lose the woman that she saw as a daughter; but at this moment, having to watch as she became little more than a ghost right in front of her, she couldn't pretend that perhaps (Y/n) might not be better off if she did join Arthur

"Everything will be alright, Pol. I promise..........."

"It better fuckin had be, Thomas. Whatever you are up to, that will stop that girl from trying ta kill herself, ya better do it soon." Polly retorted, before stubbing out her cigarette and getting to her feet.

"Now, why don't you go up those stairs, and see if you can get her ta eat something........."