𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 | 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

Tommy Shelby - Shy but Not Scared

requested by juviaheartattack1

warnings:  kidnapping.

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You had been best friends with the Peaky Blinders since you were just a child, being the same age as John, you had grown up with boys. You had gone to the same school, lived on the same street and had hung out with each your whole life - you were even considered as one of the family to Aunt Pol and she doesn't treat just anyone like that.

Everyone in Small Heath knew that you were a close friend of the Peaky boys and no one dared to mess with you otherwise the blue-eyed boys you called your best friends would be straight over to teach them a lesson. The one thing that people couldn't get their head round, however, was how such a kind, caring and shy girl would be friends with such brutal, harsh and merciless men. Talk about opposites attracting, you were a prime example of the phrase. But like with most things, you didn't care what people thought of you or what they thought about the people you have always been around, it was none of their business.

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You walked along the streets of Small Heath, enjoying the satisfying crunch that your heeled boots made against the gravel of the quiet lane. The sound of the bird tweeting away could only be heard this early in the day, the subtle rays of orange pressing soft kisses against the rooftops. Dawn, was your favourite time of the day and you often found yourself waking up three hours early just to experience it, especially on times when you needed to clear your head. 

Today was one of those days. You were here, walking the streets to Shelby Brothers Limited office ready for a day of work, clearing your head on your way. But as much as the dawn held many pleasurable sights, it was also a time of danger; no one was around, people were tucked in their warm beds, enjoying the peace before the day would break into chaos.

You suddenly heard someone emerge from behind you, sweeping a hand around your mouth too fast for you to react with the dagger you kept hidden in your coat. You squirmed in their big arms and tried to stomp on their feet, desperate to get away but they were too strong. You bit their fingers and when they growled out in pain you swung your head back so that their grip loosened around you. You broke out into a fast sprint and didn't stop until you bumped into a strong figure, looking up to see a man with a toothy grin. Your heart sunk and you tried to dodge him but he grasped onto your arm and brought it behind your back so you couldn't move. Before you could voice your disapproval bitterly, you felt a harsh blow to your head and suddenly everything went black.

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You woke up slowly and craned your neck to see that you were in what looked like an old, abandoned barn, roped to a chair with your hands tied tightly behind your back.

"Sorry about that. It wouldn't have been necessary, we just need some information and it looks like you're our girl," a voice exclaimed sarcastically, coming to stand in front of you. You squinted through the dimly lit room until his face was illuminated by the flame from his match that he used to light a cigarette between his lips. Only seeing some of his features, you recognised him to be the man you had run into earlier after you had escaped the grasp of the other man. "What do you want?" you spat, uncomfortable and in pain from how you were sitting. "I literally just told you. I want information. Do you really think I just kidnap girls for the sake of it?" he chuckled to himself, thinking he was funny as he let the smoke out of his mouth. You could smell the cigarettes and your mind raced back to the nights sitting in the Garrison with the boys, playing cards as you drank and smoked the night away - you'd do anything for that blissful feeling just one last time. "You definitely look the type," you spoke up, your harsh tone setting your fate. Your mother had always told you that your tongue would be the reason you'd get into trouble. It was a contrast to your first appearance. You looked shy and timid, but when you got comfortable or angry around people, your true colours came through and your poisonous tone set in. "Thank you, love," he spoke, his voiced laced with a fake sweetness that made you feel sick. "Anyways, I want to know what Thomas Shelby is doing. What he's up to, and you're going to tell me exactly that," he finished and knelt down beneath you, pulling something out from his coat that sounded like a dagger being unsheathed. "I honestly don't know anything, he doesn't tell me for reasons like this!" you claimed your point like it was obvious. "I don't believe you. I've done my research. You've known the Shelbys since you were just a young chid, you grew up with them. You know the ins and outs of their business," he continued and you huffed to show you were fed up.