Thomas Shelby Imagines

Barmaids Don't Count

Rewrite Request: Peaky Blinders imagine of how you would have written the scene with Grace and Tommy when the IRA come to find the location of the guns, and Tommy asks for your help.

Your head snapped up from your daydreaming as Tommy strolled into the Garrison, the man franticly reordering the building with a calculated measure, he only seemed to notice you when he realised you were staring at him curiously.

"Right (Y/N), I need you to do something for me." Tommy said as he tugged off his cap and threw it on the bar.

"Ye.. yes, Mr Shelby." You stuttered.

"Now you don't need to look so scared sweetheart but I've got some IRA men coming through that door at any minute." Tommy said quickly as he rounded the bar.

He quickly explained where he'd be sat and what he wanted you to do. His request for you to point his gun at the men had your heart pounding in your ears, you'd never really done more than hand a gun to someone. Noticing the nervous way, you eyed the gun he told you how to hold the gun, his hands over yours as he guided you on how to stand and hold it.

"Do I have to shoot?" You mumbled quietly.

"No, at midnight there will be some coppers coming in so just stay still with the gun raised." Tommy walked you to your hiding spot.

You listened closely as the men joined Tommy like he said, your hands grew sweaty and you had to close your eyes just to keep your breath even. You heard the words Tommy had told you was your que and your body moved on its own.

With shaking hands, you held the gun up, your body became stiff and your eyes wide with panic, your breath was rapid and you couldn't hear what was going on around you as the men jumped up and began arguing.

You didn't know how long it had actually taken for the coppers to get to the Garrison, later Tommy told you it was minutes, but at the time it felt like hours as your heart pounded so heard you could hear it in your ears.

"Well that went well." Tommy muttered as he calmed down, locking the doors and turning to find you still frozen in place looking like a scared rabbit.

His words fell on deaf ears as he wearily approached you, carefully sliding his finger on the trigger under yours as he tried to pry the gun from your grip.

"Come on sweetheart, come back to me... there we go, it's over now." Tommy mutters until you release the gun.

"I'm sorry Tommy." You gasped with a tinge of red kissing your cheeks.

"What for, you're the only person who hasn't let me down tonight." Tommy said as he rummaged through his pocket for his cigarette tin.