Peaky Blinders One Shot

Ada leaned close to your face as she manoeuvred the hair that fell around your face, trying to make it look perfect. It was hard to not focus on her stern expression as she repeatedly moved the same piece of hair to see whether it looked better pushed behind your ear or curled up to the clip that held your veil.

You had been friends with Ada long before you met your husband to be, frankly meeting him put the biggest rift into your friendship when you had to admit to her that you were fond of her older brother. She was far from thrilled to know you were interested in Tommy, but she didn't expect anything to come of it but when she walked in on the two of you practically undressing each other, she realised you hadn't just been joking. It took her a while to wrap her head around the idea but after she screamed at Tommy in front of practically everyone he knew, he had to make it clear that he was serious about you, and it wasn't long before he asked you to marry him. Now you sat alone with Ada, letting her do your hair as you tried to be patient; but the butterflies in your stomach were fighting to escape.

Even though Tommy held your heart, you couldn't help but feel nervous about your wedding day. It was meant to be perfect, and you hoped it would be but every element of it seemed terrifying, other than finally being stood with him and saying, 'I do'.

"Have you finished?" You asked, trying not to fidget in your seat.

Ada hummed for a moment, intently inspecting your hair, finally unpinning a lock of hair and leaving it to fall down and frame your face.

"Done," she grinned.

She had barely been able to stand up before the door to your room swung open. Your attention shot to the open door, revealing John, Ada and Tommy's brother.

"Get out," Ada shouted, throwing the hairbrush from the bureau at him, narrowly missing his head.

"Fuck, Ada," he snapped. "What was that for?"

"Why are you in here? The ceremony starts in twenty minutes, shouldn't you be off pretending to be busy?"

John avoided both of your stares, looking down to his feet. "There's a bit of a problem."

Ada's expression became steelier.

"When there's a problem at the wedding, you do not come to the bride, you go to anyone but the bride," she frowned. "Can't Tommy deal with it?"

"Well he's the problem," he explained.

You rose from your seat, the butterflies only becoming worse.

"What's happened?" You asked.

Your mind raced. You didn't know what could have happened to him, but you could only imagine the worse, your fiancé somehow dead in a ditch or left bloodied and bruised somewhere far from your wedding venue.

"He's freaking out," John sighed. "We've tried to calm him down, but we don't know what else to do but he might listen to you."

It wasn't an ideal situation, but it was better than where your mind had first gone.

"I'll talk to him."

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Written by Charlotte.