Peaky Blinders imagines&preferences

You/him die

I know I know morbid after a happy chapter, look at me actually updating though?

Tommy: You heard the shouting and immediately knew something was wrong. Tommy was hosting a grand party and you heard the boys shouting at someone. Quietly you hurried along the stairs and saw what was happening. Strangers that Tommy had obviously pissed off stood at the door. You walked down quietly watching the situation unfold.
"You killed my men!" The lead man spat in a Russian accent. You felt your eyebrows crease and hear Arthur laugh.  Your heart was pounding at the idea that they could easily shoot the boys and disappear into the night. Charlie could lose both parents. You watched the silver of a gun in the other mans waist and realised that they were here to kill. They were here for vengeance. The idea of losing Tommy frightened you and before you could stop yourself you ran in front of the man you loved. A single gun shot fired and you felt it hit you in the back. The wind felt like it had been taken out of you and you heard the door slam shut and a car speeding away. Tommy looked down and you saw his eyes flick over you as they realised what had happened.
"Y/n you silly girl!" He whispers as your legs go weak and he kneels to let you lay on the floor.
"I'll be fine Tommy!" You promise him a lie and he sighs and nods. A hot year drips onto your face and he watches as all life leaves your body. Even John and Arthur couldn't hold back tears. Tommy stared at you as you lay lifeless in his arms. Blood covered his hands and shirt and he stared into your dead eyes. No emotion showed in them. You were truly dead. An anguished scream ripped from Tommy's chest and his brothers sat with him around your body. There was nothing that would comfort this man enough knowing you weren't here to hold him anymore.

Arthur: You listened to the radio in the back of the house as you went through everything. Pay checks and pay rolls were all fine and you decided to finish up. As you finished locking the vault up you looked around and see Arthur waiting for you. He flashed you that award winning smile and you smiled back ready for your date tonight. He helped you into your coat and took your arm leading you through the streets. You decided to take a shortcut through a badly lit alley way and immediately regretted it. Arthur leans in close and you feel his lips against your ear.
"Tommy and John are with Finn and Michael in the pub across the road! Go get them!" He orders and you turn and run. You get to the end of the alleyway before hearing a single shot fired. You couldn't accept that Arthur was dying and you ran into the pub. Everyone stared and you felt the hysterics getting to you. Arthur was dying alone and cold and you couldn't even manage words to get help.
"Tommy!" You gasp as he walks over and places an arm on either side of you.
"Calm down?" He asks and you shake your heard as tears fell down your cheeks.
"Arthur! He needs help!" You manage to get out frantically. Tommy and John follow you to the alleyway. The men were gone and Arthur had pulled himself into a sitting position. He looked up and shook his head.
"Keep her away Tommy! Don't let her see me like this!" He gasped out and Tommy tried to restrain you. Angrily you stamped on his foot and pushed him off running to your boyfriends side. Arthur shakes his head and takes your pale hand in his blood covered one.
"Arthur you'll be fine! We can get you to the hospital!" You insist and he brings your hand to his lips.
"My only regret is that you don't share my last name y/n, I love you and wish we could stay together longer!" He whispers and you kiss his head softly. Tears fell from both of your eyes and John and Tommy watched as the life left their elder brothers eyes. You felt his hand go limp and shook your head frantically. Tommy offers his hand to you and you realise he was really gone. there was no more Arthur.
"Y/n, lets get you home," Tommy offers and you nod feeling your heart shattering. You had lost your best friend.

John: You stood polishing glasses at the Garrison waiting for opening time. The day was still early and you were thinking of going for a quick lunch before opening. John walked in and you smiled as he sat opposite you.
"We aren't open yet," You warned and he laughed and kissed your hand.
"Well maybe we could have a little fun before you do?" He asks and you raise an eyebrow.
"That is naughty!" You giggle and he laughs and shrugs.
"Worth a try!" He smiles and you kiss him softly. He was so kind and caring and everyday he reminded you that he loved you and to you that was perfect. The doors swing open and two men walk in.
"We're closed!" You state and the men roll their eyes and start firing bullets everywhere. Suddenly John jumps down behind the bar and helps you to hide in the bottle cupboard. You look down and see red pooling from your stomach. The bullets stop and you here the doors swing as they leave. A sudden shooting pain brings you to the reality of you being shot.
"John?" You whisper moving back into the light. He looks down and all the colour disappears from his face. He shakes his head and sits behind your head with you in between his legs.
"You'll be fine don't worry!" He whispers as tears fall onto your cheeks.
"HELP!" He screams and you smile weakly. He shakes his head again and you look up at him.
"Make sure the kids remember me?" You ask and he his head.
"Don't you die on me! Y/n you aren't allowed to die!" He begs and you take another breath.
"John, I love you! With all my heart! Don't ever forget me?" You ask and he shakes his head rocking you gently. Each breath was getting harder to take.
"I couldn't forget you, don't leave me please?" He begs and you smile and lift your hand softly to his face. He looks down and kisses your hand watching you slowly leave your life. A scream left his throat and he was left alone, mourning you as he held your body close. He swore to always keep his promises to you.

Freddie: You sighed as Freddie coughed again. He was really sick and couldn't go to the doctors because he was a wanted man. You placed the damp cloth to his forehead and sighed as he looked up at you and smiled weakly. You smiled back and he sighed deeply. You knew it was coming and you couldn't stop the tears that fell down your cheeks. He took your hand and kissed it.
"Don't you be scared or sad y/n, I've made sure that you're looked after when I leave!" He says and you choke back a sob. You didn't want him to leave. You wanted him to stay there with you. Slowly with you pulled back the bedsheets and climbed into bed with him.
"If you get sick!" He warms and you lay your head in his chest listening to his weak heartbeat. He wasn't going to be hear for much longer. He wrapped a cold sweaty arm around you and smiled.
"Remember when I had bad dreams of the war? And you'd sing me to sleep?" He asks and you nod and sigh.
"Will you sing to me y/n?" He asks and you nod sit up next to him. Slowly you sung out the lullaby that used to calm his worst nightmares. He smiled and kissed your cheek as he closed his eyes and lay on the pillow. You feel his heartbeat under your hand on his chest and sigh. As you finish the lullaby you feel his heart stop. Your world comes crashing down and the dam holding back your grief breaks. The sound of your pained sobs fills the room and your tears soak Freddie's chest and face. He was gone. The sickness had taken him. You kiss his head and lie in bed not wanting to be alone tonight.