Peaky Blinders Imagines

"Is that a yes, or a no, Mr. Shelby?"

Arthur Shelby Imagine #1

         "Hit him again!"

         "Harder!"

         "Come on, Y/N! Fucking hit him!"

        There were so many voices yelling all around me that I almost didn't hear Arthur's coming from behind me. I was drenched in sweat, my fists were throbbing and I believe I spotted one of my teeth on the floor.

        Isiah made another swing at me, though I just barely missed it. I threw my fist at him, and he deflected it easily. I huffed in anger. This was pointless, I wasn't laying many hits at all, which only fueled my anger more. Isiah circled me and rushed forwards, tackling me in my chest and knocking the both of us to the ground. He proceeded to punch me but stopped immediately and stood up, offering me his hand to help stand up. I gladly accepted.

          I turned to my husband, who was standing nearby, "Please tell me how this is helping me." I threw my arms up in defeat.

          He laughed softly, "I'm just preparin' ya if anyone tries to mess with ya. Alright?"

          "I'm failing miserably, I need a weaker opponent."

          "You won't get to choose your opponent out in the real world, Y/N." He responded snarkily. "But fine, I'll send in Finn."

          "Hopefully I will never need to use this, and you can fight them off for me." I placed both my hands on his chest. He was also covered in sweat, but I didn't mind.

         "I thought you'd be about equality and what not. Independent women."

         "When it comes to equal pay, yes. Or having our own lavatory. But I don't like fighting. I feel like an animal." I replied as I walked over to the bench and took a seat.

         "Men are animals, Y/N. I should know." Arthur said as he came and sat next to me, offering me his water.

          "Yes, I'm sure you do." I said softly.

          I knew Arthur was known as the hothead in the family, the one that was unpredictable and often the one that was most dangerous if you got into a fight with. It reminded me of when he killed a boy when sparring with him just a few years back. Tommy basically used him as an attack dog, who attacks on command and is almost impossible to stop once it's begun. But I knew the other side of Arthur- the puppy side as I like to call it.

          "Alright, you've rested. You ready to take on Finn? He ain't much of a fighter but he'll land a good blow on ya if you let him." He stood up to go grab Finn, who was sparring now with Isiah nearby.

          "You're really going to let all of these boys in here hit me?" I asked angrily as I followed him through the crowd of fighters.

          He stopped and turned to me, "Would you rather it be me? 'Cause I ain't gunna want to hit ya."

          I huffed in defeat which caused Arthur to laugh. When he turned back to keep walking I grabbed his hand, "I'm tired, Arthur. May I go home now?"

          "Um, yeah I suppose you can. But we're comin' back tomorrow. "

          I took a step closer to him slowly and rested a hand on his lower abdomen; I felt his body tense up, "You know, I could put this energy into something much more meaningful."

          "I thought you said you were tired." He replied quietly.

          "Did I say that? I don't remember." I trailed my hand lower and his eyes closed softly.

          He tried to form a sentence for a few seconds, as if he was frozen, before finally finding his voice, "This is why I fucking love you, ya know." A smile finally reached his face.

          "Is that a yes," I trailed a hand lower, "or a no, Mr. Shelby?"

          He grabbed my hand and quickly gathered our belongings, shoving some my way that I dropped, but didn't go back to pick them up. Many men looked our way, as we were creating quite the scene. I laughed as Arthur drug me through the crowded arena.

          "Arthur, where are you going?" Finn shouted from across the room.

          "We're gunna sparr at home, Finn." He responded without turning around.

          "Is that what you call it?" He called back as we reached the exit.

          "You bet it is." I laughed as Arthur dragged me out of the building.

          "Wait, Arthur! You're our ride home!"