Peaky Blinders Imagines.

•Finn Shelby•

A/N: May have taken forever, but here's the second part of my previous Finn imagine :) xx

You sit at your dressing table staring into the mirror, a ghost of a girl staring back you. Sunken, dull eyes, red around the rims from salty tears and a lack of sleep. Hollow cheeks and greyish skin. Chapped lips in a permanent frown. Once beautiful features full of light and life, now drained and distant. You do the same thing everyday, sitting staring at your reflection, picking out every fault. Finding reasons for Finn leaving, abandoning you.

You've barely left the confinement of your bedroom in the past weeks. Your mother is in despair as to how to help her precious daughter, wanting nothing more than to mend your broken heart. You don't want it to be fixed, you don't want to move on with your life. You want Finn.

At first you chased after him, writing letters and waiting in your usual meeting places in the hope that he'd show up. But as the weeks passed by, you had no responses to your letters and he never came to your meeting places. Your hope fading, your heart breaking. If only you could know what you did wrong, if only you had some kind of closure.

•

Finn can't deny the way he feels, he's not as good at covering up his emotions as his brothers. He received your letters, each of them like a knife to the heart; the desperation and pain in the words inked onto the paper making him feel like a villain, a killer. At first they gave him hope that one day you may both be able to be together, but then the letters stopped coming and he realised there's only so long a person can wait. His heart is broken and Tommy won't fucking tell him why he has to suffer.

Finn walks down the stairs towards the kitchen, quiet conversation making him lighten his steps and pause behind the door. Hushed, harsh words come from Polly, "you've broken that young boy Tommy, so fucking fix it, not everyone has to be as heartless as you" "I'm not having him sleeping with the enemy, she's fucking Italian, it would have only ended in heartbreak anyway" Tommy's unnervingly calm reply ignites that deep hatred within Finn again. So fucking what if Y/N is Italian? She loves him and he loves her, is that not enough to break through gang wars?

•

You walk through the streets of Small Heath for the first time in what seems like forever. This place, your home, is no longer full of the colour and life you once saw. Your eyes cannot see the beauty in simple things now, instead you are agitated and the noise of the kids in the streets now fills you with an awful bitterness. How can you be happy? How can you see beauty? It no longer exists since the one good thing in your life disappeared without trace.

You walk into the same old bakery, the smells that once made your mouth water now make you feel ill. "Oh my Y/N! What on Earth has happened to you?" Glynis asks with a look of pity, you shrug your shoulders, not really caring for conversation, "just a loaf of bread please" your voice is feeble as you place the money on the counter. Not bothering to push you any further, Glynis bags up a loaf and hands it over to you, you manage a weak a smile before turning and leaving the shop.

You walk out onto the streets to see Finn's brothers in the middle of the road, a group of men opposite them. You're not close enough to hear the words being exchanged, but you can tell by their body language that it isn't positive.

One of the opposing men draws a gun and it's as if you lose control of your body. Before you can even register you're between the groups, instinct completely taking over your common sense. You stare at the men, the group leader sparking recognition within you as you realise it's your uncle and cousins threatening to spill the blood of the Shelby brothers.

"Y/N! What are you doing?! Move!" Your uncle yells, the gun still held out in front of him, you glance over your shoulder, the men behind you looking between themselves in confusion. You turn back to your uncle and cousins, standing firm despite your legs feeling as though they may give way. "I'm not moving until you put that goddamn gun away and fuck off! Whatever your problem with the Shelby's is, forget about it" you force iciness into your voice, feigning confidence. You've never really been close with your uncle or cousins, you're just hoping that the fact you're family is enough to stop you from getting shot.

Your uncle looks offended, your cousins muttering what you can only guess to be obscenities. You lift your chin while squaring your shoulders, refusing to back down in the knowledge that Finn would be broken without his brothers. Your heart twinges at the thought of him but you push the feeling down, you'll deal with your heartbreak later.

"Y/N..." your uncle begins but trails off, seeing the look in your eyes as your mouth curves into a disgusted frown. "Don't you dare try to reason with me, put the gun away and fuck off and that'll be the end of it" you virtually spit.

Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, your uncle holsters his gun with a deep huff, turning around and beginning to walk away. "You're so fucking lucky Shelby! So fucking lucky!" He yells as his figure fades off into the distance.

You begin to walk away, not bothering to wait for the response of Finn's brothers, not really caring about what they think of you. "Y/N" The monotone voice of Tommy catches your attention, you look back over your shoulder waiting for him to continue, "thank you" he finishes and you can't help but shake your head, turning back and carrying on home.

•

You're sat in the living room, not really paying attention to the radio that blares out the daily news. Surprisingly you didn't receive the rollocking you had expected from your mother, who had instead  chuckled in recognition of the stubborn traits that she herself has.

A knock echoes through the door, you swear you recognise the sound of it, but you refuse to get your hopes up. Your mother goes to answer it, a few moments later a familiar figure appears in the doorway to the living room. Your eyes widen as you become frozen in your seat. Finn.

You leap up after few agonisingly long moments, wrapping your arms around Finn's neck as you bury your face into his neck. Finn's arms snake around your waist, his face finding your hair. He breathes in your wonderful floral scent, moving away only to memorise every single feature of your face, you doing the same. Wasting no more time, he brings his lips to yours in a kiss that says everything, you're left breathless when you finally pull away. Tears of happiness stream down your face, Finn sipping them away with his thumbs as he holds your face in his hands.

"You came back..."

"I'll always come back, no matter how far I stray"