Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

Daydreams - Part 2 - Alfie x Reader

(Y/n) wished that she had done this before. It was so different being out without her brothers watching her every move. Without Tommy's eerily calm glare, without Arthur's snarl and Johnny's out and out threats that 'if ya touch my little sister, I will blow ya bollock off' to any man that got close. It not that she didn't appreciate it; she knew that they only wanted to protect her; but she was sure that if they carried on the way they were going, she would die an old maid. It no wonder that Ada had kept her relationship with Freddie, secret for so long. Not that she was looking to be like her sister, for even though (Y/n) loved Karl, motherhood was something she was happy to wait a while longer for.......well, that was if she could get her brothers to let a man near her.

Smiling, she ordered another glass of champagne at the bar and turned her attention to the dance floor; watching as people moved to the latest tunes. This was the first time that she had been able to pull herself away from the heaving mass of bodies, all evening; (Y/n) sure that she had danced with everyone. Laughing with other girls as they swung her around and smiling up at the handsome young men that had held her close. Her head wonderfully dizzy from the night's activities, though the few glasses of champagne that she had had, might also be helping with that.

"I've never seen you here before. If I had, I would most certainly remember........" A voice suddenly said. (Y/n) turning to find a man standing next to her. She had seen him watching her all night, felt his eyes lingering on her; and even though she must confess that he was quite handsome, there was just something about him that made the pit of her stomach, twist, and not in a good way. Her Aunt Pol always telling her that she should listen to her gut instincts; and in this case, her gut was screaming at her to get as far away from the man, as possible.

"Thank you. If you will excuse me.........." She replied, as politely as possible, taking her glass of champagne from the bar tender, before making to move back into the crowd. The knot in her stomach tightening, as the man stepped in front of her, grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him.

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Alfie had followed after the female Shelby's cab, as it made its way into the London night. Watching as it finally pulled up out front of the latest hot spot in the city. Giving her a moment, before he followed after her. It was obvious, as he walked inside the club, that he wasn't particularly welcome; not that he gave a shit. And by the time he had finished threatening who he had to threaten, he found himself led to a table; his eyes quickly falling on (Y/n), despite the number of bodies in the venue. The gypsy girl seeming to shine, to be a beacon in the clamour of the club; it quickly becoming obvious that he wasn't the only one that could see it. Everyone, man and woman alike, seeming to be drawn to her, like moths to a flame.

It was so different seeing (Y/n) like this. Normally, she dressed very similar to her brothers, a well-tailored suit and flat cap, with the obligatory Peaky razor blades on the peak. A fact that always amused Alfie, it seeming to be the uniform of the family, and anyone associated with them. Yet now, now she was every inch a woman; the cut of her dress, leaving just enough covered to ensure that a man's mind went racing; and boy, had his mind gone racing. Though he had to confess that it was not the first time that he had imagined her naked. Not the first time that he had thought about what her lips might taste like. Not the first time he had daydreamed about what it would be like to have her beneath him; her moaning out his name, as he sheathed himself inside her. And it was obvious from the looks that the men in the club were giving her, he wasn't the only one thinking about those things. The Jewish gangster finding himself gripping at his cane tightly, whenever the man that she was dancing with, seemed to move to close. A growl leaving his lips, whenever they would make her smile. Yet there was one man that had caused his more indignation than any other; the way that he had been watching her, making his gut twist. Alfie not able to continue to stay at his table any longer, as the man in question, moved to (Y/n)'s side. The gangster quickening his stride, as he watched him grab at (Y/n)'s wrist.

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"Let go............" (Y/n) warned, as she tried to pull her arm from the man's grasp. The female Shelby wishing that she had her cap with her, so she could cut him, as he just smiled at her. His grip tightening.

"Oh, I don't think so. I know what you want, and I am going to give it to you........bitch........" The man replied. (Y/n) digging her heels in, as he tried to pull her away.

"Let go.........." She warned again. Knowing that if she could just get into her purse, she would take out the gun that Pol had given her and shoot him right between the eyes.

"Ya heard tha lady........let her fuckin go........" A familiar voice came. The man stopping pulling her, as he and (Y/n) both turned to look at the man that had come up behind her. Alfie's ire growing, as the man just laughed at him.

"You can have the whore when I am finished with her; not..........." (Y/n) jumping slightly as the man suddenly dropped to the floor. Alfie's cane having firmly connected with the side of the man's head; it obvious that he was just ever so slightly unconscious.

"Mister...........?"

"Ya comin with me. Ya had enough fun fa one night." Alfie interrupted, as he took her hand. Grabbing her coat from the hat check girl, before leading her out of the club and over to his waiting car.