Peaky Blinders One Shot

One moment you were drowning your sorrows in the Garrison and next you were in bed with Tommy Shelby, losing yourself to his body. You had known of him, it was hard not to in Small Heath, but you had never actually met him and you definitely knew he had no idea who you were; you certainly never expected to end up sleeping with him. In the morning he was gone when you woke up and you were more than happy to avoid an awkward morning chat, so took your leave, escaping his home, attempting to try and not look dishevelled.

You were trying to make your way back home, living on the other side of the town, when a man who seemed still drunk from the night before setting his sights on you. He approached you, his words slurring almost out of coherency as the smell of pungent alcohol almost turned your stomach.

"Just piss off," you huffed, not in the mood for this conversation, not in the mood for any conversation.

He didn't take too kindly to your words, his hands instantly reaching out to grab at you as though your body was for his taking. You tried to push away his hands but before you could have any useful effect, he had been pulled from you, a fist colliding with his face. It didn't knock sense into him for his actions but seeing who was defending you did.

"Mr Shelby," he almost squeaked, stumbling back. "I didn't know she was yours... I'm sorry Mr Shelby... I'm sorry."

"Back the fuck off and leave before I make you regret ever even looking at her," Tommy spat at him, the man quickly scurrying away like the rat that he was.

Tommy's demeanour instantly changed as he turned his attention back to you, his expression softening and becoming concerned.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. "You don't have to defend me; you don't even know me."

"I think I know you better than most," he said with a smirk upon his face.

"You met me yesterday," you frowned.

Tommy chuckled. "Yes, and I would die for you. Next question."

You shot him an unimpressed look. You knew well that he wasn't a man to be messed with, but you were far too embarrassed about your behaviour the night prior to care about how he felt about you.

"I didn't help you because we fucked," he stated. "I helped you because he was a fucking pig and no one deserved that."

You almost felt bad for how you reacted, he was just trying to be nice, not because of your indiscretion but because he had some form of morals.

"Well... thank you," you smiled weakly.

"No problem."

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Written by Charlotte.