Thomas Shelby Imagines

Maybe It's Love

"(Y/N)!" Tommy's infuriated cry filled the smoky morning air. He knew he had no business in finding out where you'd been or why you no longer wanted to talk to him.

He wasn't used to being the one who was asked evasive questions and given cold stares, perhaps he should have kept his promise and written to you during the war, although you were probably angrier with him for not telling you he was back and simply bumping into you at the Garrison on one of the Shelby's drunken nights.

"(Y/N) I'm not gonna keep followin' you like this." Tommy warned but you ignored him and continued to walk towards your home, one street over from the Shelby's.

By the time you'd unlocked the door and turned to slam it in his face, Tommy's hand slapped flat against the thin wood. You had no choice but the let the furious Shelby inside, despite having no intention of letting your best friend why you now seemed to despise him.

"Is that it then, you're not going to say anything after all this time?" He snapped as he took up a seat on your small sofa and took out a cigarette.

"I'm not talking to you," He chuckled at your attempt to sound firm and fixed his icy blue eyes on you.

"Well then I'll just have to figure out what's got the Princess of Small Heath so upset." He huffed and stood from his seat, rounding the small sofa until he had you trapped in a corner. "Now it can't be me because we've been friends since we could walk, it can't be the races 'cause I'd give 'em a Shelby smile while you picked their pockets."

"Why does it even matter so much to you?" You hissed as he looked you up and down.

A single tear dribbled down your cheek but before he could swipe it away your hand flashed across his cheek with a resounding slap that seemed to echo around the sparsely furnished room. His jaw clenched as he swallowed and sighed, turning and leaving the apartment, knowing he could find his answers elsewhere until you were willing to talk to him.

"Tommy, look at you, must be good being king again." Freddie chuckled when he came across the brooding Shelby.

"What do you want Freddie?" Tommy sighed.

"Nothin', just curious... my sister says (Y/N)'s not talking to you." He lent on the bar when Tommy glanced at him and glared, knowing he was irritating the Blinder. "Such a shame really, two of you were well I'd say thick as thieves but then again..."

"You know nothing about her Freddie." Tommy hissed, reminding Freddie of the meticulous ways Tommy had kept the two of them apart.

"I know you haven't spoken to her since before we left for the war." Freddie smirked when he saw you hesitantly enter the Garrison and freeze when you saw Tommy at the bar. "Must hurt a girl's feelings, thinking that you're going to marry a fine Shelby man but he won't even allow her to see him off."

Tommy went to grip Freddie by the front of his shirt but when he turned he caught a glimpse of you eyeing him nervously and stopped with a simple glare at Freddie. Tommy's jaw clenched when Freddie went over to you and you began talking.

Freddie barely knew you and yet there you were chatting away about the nonsense that you should be filling Tommy's head with, your hand should be resting on his forearm and you should be fixing him with that smile that could knock the wind out of a man.

His mind whirred with things he wanted the two of you to do together, the many hours he'd sat whishing he'd admitted how he felt before the war so the two of you could have one last moment together, how at every wrong turn he'd told himself not telling you how he felt was his biggest regret.

It wasn't until your soft hands intertwined with his that he realized he'd crossed the pub and was kissing you so intently that you moaned and Freddie coughed as he walked away. He swallowed nervously when you pulled away but you didn't flee from him, your hands found the lapels of his jacket as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

"It matters to me because I'm in love with you." He mumbled as he dipped down to kiss you again.

"I thought you weren't coming back." You whispered against him.

"When have I ever left you and never come back?" Tommy hummed, making you smile.