Peaky Blinders Imagines/Preferences

3. Meeting Arthur

ARTHUR

His head was running wild by the time he got to the Garrison, the horrors of war replaying in his head. Stumbling into the pub, he went straight to the bar. Sitting down on a wooden bar stool, he placed his head in his hands and angrily tugging at his hair. He wished he wasn't like this, he wished he was normal like he was before the war. His sat up straight and looked around the pub he was so fond of. The Garrison wasn't as busy as every other day of the week, Sundays were always quieter. All Arthur could see was a few men around tables, talking like the world was perfect. This angered Arthur, he never understood why he had to suffer from post-war trauma and other men seemed to be fine. But then again, the horrors they all had seen would be blocked out of their memory until something reminded them of what they went through.

"What can I get you, Love?" A sweet voice spoke. The voice came from the barmaid, Y/N. Y/N had always been friendly towards the Shelby's, even though Harry would scold her every time she spoke to them. John was very fond of her, and she was always there to stop him from drinking too much. Tommy had let her stay as a barmaid because she kept an eye on his brothers. She stopped them from over-drinking and starting fights. But this was the first time Arthur had seen her.

"Whiskey.." Arthur mumbled as he took his cap off. Y/N nodded gently as she got a glass and a bottle of Irish whiskey. She poured him a glass and placed the bottle down.

"What's troubling you tonight then?" She asked as she wiped the bar down with an old cloth. She always seemed to know when a man was troubled by his own head. She could tell because they always end up slumped on their stools, and their actions were lazy.

"My head won't block it out." He sighed as he brought the glass to his lips. He felt comfortable talking about it with this barmaid, because he figured he could trust her, since his brothers do.

"Block what out?" Y/N asked, still wiping the bar down. Her innocence make Arthur smile slightly. She was lucky not to have those kinds of memories.

"War. The horrors." He spoke again as he put his glass down. Y/N filled it up again, since he looked like he needed it.

"Ah, post-war trauma. My brother had that for three years when he came back." Arthur was surprised that she understood what he meant.

"How did he stop it?" Arthur was curious as to how he managed it, and hoped he might be able to do the same.

Y/N laughed lightly.

"He got a wife."

I'm sorry if this sucked, but I like the idea of this :) ❤️