Thomas Shelby Imagines

Shipments

"He's back." You friend said as she knocked on your office door.

"Who?" You sighed as you looked away from the mound of paper work.

"That nice looking Brummie." She sighed as she stared off into nothing and started daydreaming.

With a shake of you head you pushed past her to find said Brummie, helping your workers and giving them advice how to improve their effectivity. He glanced toward your office and saw you glaring at him with crossed arms and swallowed, seeing that he'd overstepped and quickly removed himself from the floor of your factory.

"Can I help you Mr Shelby?" You asked a little irritated that he was here for the third time that week.

"No." When he didn't offer any more you rolled your eyes and opened your office door offering him a seat as you fetched him a drink.

"Then why are you here again, your shipment doesn't leave till the end of the week." You mumbled.

When you looked up your eyes met his cold blue ones, a spark of curiosity seemed to light them up as if your cold shoulder was amusing him. He wasn't sure why he came, he told himself it was professional curiosity, but the reality was he couldn't get his mind of you.

Only Poll had ever been so abrasive towards him, even Esme had some amount of submission, when it came to Tommy and finding a woman so level headed it had knocked his confidence somewhat and he'd hopped with his regular extra visits to have you unnerved.

"Your business is new, I'd rather not waste time if you're not runnin' things right." Tommy muttered when he realized you were still waiting for an answer. He lent forward and offered you a cigarette which you declined and sunk further into your seat.

"Are you say because I'm a woman I'm running it wrong." You huffed and Tommy glanced up from the match he'd struck, his expression alone making it clear that wasn't what he'd meant.

"No sweetheart, just that you're knew tor running a business and there are little things that save you money or make you more... figured you'd want my help with them so I was just offering." He swallowed when you eyed him for a minute before reluctantly nodding.

"I... I'm only letting you help because you offered, I could do this myself." You say hurriedly making Tommy nod his head curtly.

"Of course, it's just advice no need to take any heed with it." Tommy smiled slightly as you swallowed and waited for him to start.

Soon it became a habit, Tommy would have some free time or he'd be overcome with the desire to sit and stare at you while you blushed and tried to stay professional under his gaze, he'd head to your factory and long conversations on how to improve this would begin.

The troubles you'd been having with your competitors quickly vanished and some people would whisper of how the factory was run by a Shelby, others would offer the idea that you were 'Tommy's' but you payed no mind. You quickly expanded out over most of the Midlands and managed to claim some docks near the river towns.

"Alright boys." Tommy muttered as he tucked his hat in his pocket and greeted the workers that were ploughing through paper work.

"Oh, Mr Shelby (Y/N) isn't here." One of the men said quickly. "She's down Ross-on-Wye getting a new shipping yard and some more boats."

"Will she be long?" Tommy sighed wondering if his support had been the thing to convince you to make such a big move without his advice or thoughts.

"Shouldn't be long now sir." Tommy nodded and thanked the man, heading into your office to wait.

You arrived an hour later, heading to your office as you yelled a people to start doing different things, turning as you thanked them to see an amused Blinder sat in your office.

"Mr Shelby!" You yelped.

"I hear celebrations are in order." Tommy muttered with a small smile.

"I think I did pretty well." You bright smile had him nodding and unable to look away from you as you seemed to radiate happiness.

"Well then I guess we should have a drink." Tommy muttered offering to pay, although his tone told you it wasn't just a drink you'd be sharing.