Thomas Shelby Imagines

Missing

Thomas was silent as he saw the mess of his home, tables over turned and lamps broken, shards of glass that had once held whiskey were littered across the floor glistened in the sunlight that streaked through the torn curtains.

His eerie stillness was broken when he violently kicked the wall and stormed out of the house and to the Garrison where he hopped to drink himself into a level headed practicality. Once his brothers had caught up with them they began to plan out what could have possibly happened to you.

Thomas' face was stern when he held the gun to the man's head, his blue eyes remaining cold and unreadable, as he waited for fear to overtake them man kneeling before him and speak.

"I Dunno where she is, honest, I ain't never seen a girl like you described." The man's voice wavered, realising this was not the answer Tommy wanted, even if it was the truth.

"If you've lied to me I'll be back for you." Thomas snapped as he lowered the gun and left the room. Once he descended the wooden stairs he burst out onto the street, he'd run out of ideas as to who could have taken you, he needed answers... he needed you.

His heavily booted feet crunched through the grimy streets, lost in his thoughts, he wondered until the street ended and he came face to face with the Garrison.

"You alright Mr Shelby?" Harry asked as Thomas sat down.

"I can't find any information on (Y/N)." He grumbled as he took a swig from the glass that was hurriedly set before him.

"You'll find her Mr Shelby." Harry muttered as Thomas slid a cigarette between his lips and pulled a packet of matches from his jacket pocket.

"You're right Harry, she never gave up on me even when my letters home stopped." Thomas let the ash fall from the end of his cigarette as he spoke.

Thomas began pacing the room, he'd finally found you, he hadn't though Billy Kimber would dare attack the Peaky Blinders so soon after the war, but he'd taken you. He had numerous men readying themselves to attack the warehouse you'd been kept in for the last few weeks, money hadn't been on Thomas' mind when he hired anyone from ex-soldiers to men on the police force.

"We're ready to leave most of the men are already on the road the last have just turned up." John muttered from the door.

"Let's go then." He said as he slid his cap on and followed his brothers' to a truck outside.

All you could hear was gun fire and shouting, the blind fold over your eyes blocking your sight, and the gag between your lips ceased any sound from falling pass your lips.

"(Y/N) ... darling, come on look at me." Thomas said as he pulled the bag off your head and cupped your face, tugging the gag from your mouth with his thumbs, kissing your forehead when you began sobbing. "See I'll always find you, now let's get you home."