One-Shots

Lookie Here (Solomons!Reader)

Apparently my brother had a meeting with the Shelby and didn't think to invite me, bloody bastard. Today he was sending his men in and I was going to be there.

I walked towards his office and there were men lined up waiting to be called in.

"Next lad!" I heard him call out.

"They seem capable enough," I say as I walk in.

"Y/N," Ollie nods his head towards me, I nod back.

"Name?"

"Abbey Heath."

"Abbey Heath. Profession?"

"Baker."

"Good lad. Fill it out, fuck off." Ollie throws him an apron. "Next lad!"

"Name?"

"Buddy Halls."

"Buddy Halls. Right, profession?"

"Baker."

"Good lad. Fill it out, fuck off." He looks at Alfie like he's a madman. He gets his apron and in comes the next man.

"Name?"

"Billy Kitchen."

"Billy Kitchen. Occupation?"

"Head baker," Billy says with confidence.

"Head baker?" I scoff. "Keep telling yourself that."

"What would a woman like you know about anything?" He looks at me, grabbing the paper Alfie laid out.

I see Alfie lean back into his chair and Ollie gets a bit closer to the wall. "What would a woman like me know?" I get closer to him. "I know more than you ever will and next time you speak to me do it respectfully or there won't be a next time. Am I understood head baker?"

"Yes ma'am," he says.

"Good, now fuck off," I go back to standing beside Alfie. The rest of the day goes like this, calling them in and giving them their paper.

I go into the kitchens to grab something to snack on while Alfie finishes up. About ten minutes later Ollie comes looking for me, "Shelby's here, Alfie asked me to come and get you."

I set down the cup I was drinking from, "alright then let's get this over with," I follow Ollie into the bakery and when I get there I stand next to Alfie.

The Shelby takes a look at me as I pass him but otherwise says nothing.

"Alright boys, now you've all been enrolled as bakers in the Aerated Bread Company of Camden Town. If anyone asks, that's what you do. You're bakers. The coppers in Camden town are on our side, but north or south you show them that piece of paper. We're finding lodgings for you but for now you'll sleep in the bakery. Don't touch any of the bread it'll most likely explode. Any questions?" He stand back in the middle facing them.

The man from earlier, Buddy I think, raises his hand.

"Yes?"

"I haven't seen any bread," he says causing the others to laugh.

Shelby looks back at us and clears his throat, I walk over to the man before Alfie does. Shelby looks at me with curiosity.

"You haven't seen any bread then eh?" I stand in front of the man, my left hand on my hip. I look to Alfie, "he says he hasn't seen any bread brother," I turn back and punch the man right in his face, breaking his nose.

"Now I want all of you to listen up," I say stepping back a little. "Now as all places do we have rules here and those rules are to be followed to the letter," I walk around a bit. "First rule, the difference between bread and rum is not mentioned!" I yell looking at Buddy. "Now the second, anything that any of your higher ups say to you isn't questioned or talked about! And any other rules for that matter include complete and utter silence! Meaning that you don't talk about the things you or the things you're told." I look back at Alfie and he comes up.

He looks around, "Jewish women. You do not go anywhere near them because they are off the menu. I think that's fair." He looks at head baker, who stares right back.

"Just because someone looks at you doesn't mean you have to look right back at them," I look to him. "Especially if it's my brother your looking at. It's an act of defiance in my books," I walk over to them. "Are you showing defiance head baker?"

"No ma'am," he says looking straight ahead again.

"Good," I step away and let Alfie finish.

He looks at the Shelby, "Alright, that's it then. Forgive me. I interrupted you." He walks back to his previous spot.

Shelby walks over to his head baker and tells him something.

"Don't fucking wait! You better be fucking soldiers! You're a fucking disgrace! Go!" They all leave the room.

"Quite the crowd, eh brother?" I laugh and walk over to him.

"Your Ms. Solomons I take it," the gypsy says looking at me.

"Y/N, so you're the Shelby who made a deal with the devil," I look him up and down.

"Thomas," he says.

"Mmm. Alright well I've got things to take care of, I'm sure you're capable of letting yourself out," I walk out of the room and into Alfie's office.

"Tell me you haven't taken a liking to the gypsy," Alfie says as he walks in.

"I haven't taken a liking to the gypsy," I respond, looking at the books.

"I'll believe it when you mean it. You should go home, I can take care of business here," He hand me my coat.

"I'll go home as soon as you do," I look up at him.

"Let's go home then," he shrugs on his coat. I take mine off the desk and put it on.

"He's not my type so don't worry about it," I say as we leave the bakery. He hums in acknowledgement. 

AN: This is a Peaky Blinders imagine. Feedback is always welcome and if you have any requests I will be happy to hear them and potentially write them.