Peaky Blinders imagines&preferences

How you meet

Tommy: You were new in this town called Birmingham after escaping your brothers clutches. A Kimber you were. You kept your head down and found work at the local Garrison pub. It was a quiet Saturday evening as you pulled the usuals smiling and laughing with the customers. Harry adored you and so did the regulars. One regular in particular had caught your eye. Tommy Shelby walked over to you and ordered his whiskey. He stared at your face and you returned the gaze with a flirtatious smile.
"Thanks love, name?" He asks softly and you tuck a lose strand of h/c hair behind your ear.
"Y/n," You reply and he nods moving on.

Arthur: You paced around the boxing ring watching your father be beaten by a young man with a cross tattooed on his chest. His eyes shone with violence as he smacked your father again and again. You wondered why a man would be so angry and then you recalled your brothers letters about the war. The man stopped and headed out of the ring leaving your drunken mess of a father in the hands of the spectators.
"What's your name then love?" A gruff voice asks and the violent man stands there chugging a glass of unknown liquid.
"Y/n, sorry and you are?" You ask and he smiles taking a step towards you.
"Arthur. Arthur Shelby," He smiles and you nod intrigued with his entire being. You smiled and turned to go and collect what remained of your father off of the floor.

John: You enjoyed caring for horses. Especially the beautiful Arabian that you had been hired to train for racing. She was a good ride with long strides and a strong back. She mastered jumps with ease and reached her full speed in seconds. You were brushing her tail when your stable door is slammed open.
"This Tommy's horse?" A young man with a peaked cap on asked you.
"And who might you be mate?" You asked causing a smile on his face.
"John Shelby, I'm 'is brother," He declares making you nod.
"Y/n y/l/n, Tommy's horse trainer! Very nice to meet you!" You declare and he nods with a smile.

Freddie: You were a Shelby but you were treated like a lad. You could fight and shoot but you were always a lady. And you'd caught the eye of Freddie. He was Tommy's best friend though you'd never actually spoken.
One night you sat warming yourself in front of the fire. The door slammed open and they rushed a man in. Automatically you helped washing the bullet wound and prying the metal out. Freddie looked up and smiled.
"Who knew y/c Shelby was an angel, thanks love!" He smiles before screaming in pain as you stitched him up.
"Nice to meet you too!" You smiled.