PEAKY BLINDERS IMAGINES

John Shelby - 'It Was The Coppers'

"Why do you do this everyday Pol?" You ask her as she lights the candle in the church, the two of you bonding since the men were out to the fair.

"I do it, to remember all of our men and women who are no longer in present with us." She smiles and looks to you; putting an arm around your shoulder.

As the two of you lit the candles in the church, you stood there and watched them burn. Before the two of you said anything else, the sound of the doors opening made you jump but Polly seemed to keep her composure; she just simply turned around.

Mr Campbell, the talk of the town at the moment.

"A gentleman would take his hat off" Polly spoke, turning to face the candles again. "And blow out his pipe."

All you could hear were heavy footsteps and the sound of him smacking his wooden pipe against the side of the stands. You shook your head and you started to get more frightened. Polly put a hand on your quickly to calm you down, but it did not work; you panicked even more.

"I see you Specials only dare to come here when you know the boys are away at the fair." Polly rolls her eyes and you turn to face the man.

"You mean your nephews with their guns and their razors?" His harsh, heavy Irish accent made you feel terrified. "Is it them you're lighting candles for?"

"No." She snaps and blows out the lighter. "I am lighting candles for the boys from the Garrison who lost their lives in France. There's a list there."

On the wall beside them, a list of all the men from Small Heath who died during the war in France. It killed you to know that so many men, that were killed for fighting for the country.

"Look I hear you didn't make it to France, Inspector Campbell." Polly raised an eyebrow and you immediately wanted to smack him - the coward!

"You've heard of me." He frowns and completely ignores you and walks to Polly.

"I've heard of you." She snarls and he walks into the forbidden part of the chapel.

"Is it the Holy Grail you're looking for? As a matter of fact it is the Holy Grail I'm looking for." He flares and comes back again to Polly. "Something precious. Something stolen."

He leant closer to her and shoved Polly against the wall; making you wince in pain and fear - but you knew Polly could handle it.

"Perhaps you know what I'm talking about." He yells and she presses his lips to his quickly.

"Sorry, I misunderstood your intention when you pushed me to the wall." She sarcastically spoke; making you smirk at the foolish mans actions.

He pulls back and wipes his lips in disgust as the police suddenly barge through. Grabbing you and Polly; dragging the both of you out of the church. Pulling at your skirts as the make you stand against the wall.

"Touch us both, one more fucking time." Polly begins in an threatening tone. "I will fucking chop your balls off and feed them to you!"

"You wait till the boys are back!" You squealed out in fear as one of them lifted up your dress; touching you in places you found highly inappropriate. It was making you angry. "I said, get off me!"

You shoved him back and another came up; slapping you around your face as you fell to the ground in pain. Polly gasped and went to see if you were okay; grabbing your arm to help you sit up.

"Piss off!" Polly yelled and the men were dismissed by Mr Campbell. You stood up and Polly gasped as she saw your red cheek. "Johns going to go fucking nuts when he sees that mark on you."

"Fuck Polly, is it that bad?" You frown as you stumble along the street; her helping you back to the house.

"We need to put something cold on your face, make sure no swelling goes down" She informs and you frown in shock.

"God Polly, since when did you know so fucking much?" You ask as you look to her in even more shock.

"Just shut up and sit down." She orders as she pushes you inside as soon as she opens the doors of the house; getting you a seat and something cold to put on your face.

"Ow!" You snap as she presses it down on your face; making you jump. "Polly, that fucking hurt!"

"Stop moaning!" She huffs and puts it back on your face once more. "Do you want John to fucking notice?"

"Notice what?" You hear that all too familiar voice ask as he came into the room; behind Tommy and Arthur.

"Fuck" Polly throws the compress on the table and you stand up; turning around to see John looking at your face - his fists bawling up tightly.

"Who did that?" He calmly asks and Polly goes to cut in but John was so angry, he did not think anything of it and he would have been more pissed off with what she was going to say. "Y/N, who fucking did it."

"John, calm down" Arthur puts a hand on his shoulder to pull him back from getting too angry. John pushed past him and grabbed your hand; taking you too a different room so the two of you were in private.

"I know you are not mad at me John" You breathe out a long sigh; not wanting him to sleep. "But he did not do anything that would physically harm me."

"Well, he obviously did" He groans and points to your cheek. "I leave Birmingham for a fucking few hours, then they see you both completely as a free pass. Fuck! You are mine."

"I am yours John." You cry out; putting your hands on his chest; moving closer to him. "It was the coppers. That Mr Campbell. They came to the church and fucked things up, then put us outside and began to lift up our dresses and I told them to fuck off; threatened them with you and he slapped me."

"You wait till I fucking get my hands on them!" He clenches his fists again and you put a hand on his cheek to calm him down.

"John, just fucking calm down" You beg and he doesn't seem to budge. "I am fine, now that you are here. So please, calm down."

"They won't touch you again" He confirms in a harsh tone, not directed at you of course.

"I know John" You smile and he breathes out a long sigh; before he places his lips on yours and the two of you keep kissing very passionately. You keep kissing each other and things get extremely heated as you tug on each other's clothes.

"Fucking hell!" You hear a voice say and you pull back to see Arthur. "Get a fucking room you two!"

"Fuck off Arthur" John throws a parcel on the side at Arthur's chest. "Just because you ain't found someone."

"Oh fuck off John" He rolls his eyes playfully. "Now go make me a nice nephew or niece."

"Arthur!" Polly gasped as she covered Finns little ears. "Their are children present."

"Well, He ain't wrong Pol" John winked and picked you up; taking you upstairs as you giggle and squeal all the way up.