Thomas Shelby Imagines

The Lost Shelby

Tommy's heart skipped a beat as he reread the letter in front of him. He had a daughter. A daughter nearing fifteen who was so out of control the orphanage was so out of control that, against their better judgment, they were contacting her father.

"You gonna tell us what the important delivery was or shall we all take a guess?" Poll sighed when the room remained awkwardly silent.

"I have to go to London." He muttered as he stood up, the letter still clutched in his hands.

"Why, we just come back from there?" John sighed.

"Because I have to fetch my daughter before she's thrown out onto the streets." Tommy stormed out of the room leaving his family to stare at the door.

"Did he just say daughter?" Poll asked with a deep intake of breath.

Tommy's mind whirred as drove down the back roads. He remembered your mother, he'd gone to her funeral, received a slap on the cheek from her best friend but no one had breathed a word of a child.

All to soon he was turning into the street the orphanage was on, keen eyes scaling the buildings as he looked for the right one. Once he found the building he pulled up outside, several children hanging around outside eyed him up as he walked up to the front doors.

"Mr Shelby?" A man answered the door before he'd even knocked.

"Yes, I'm here for..." Tommy was a little surprised when a girl with dark hair who looked the spitting image of a young Ada hurtled down the stairs in pursuit of a much bigger boy and the two began too abrupt into a loud violent looking fight.

"Told you before don't go steali' my sh..." you started but the man who had let Tommy in cut you off.

"(Y/N) please, you're a young woman you shouldn't talk like that." The man begged and you rolled your eyes, releasing the boy and letting him scuttle off.

"What you done to get a Blinder 'ere?" You asked the man who was stood nervously between the two of you.

"You know who I am?" Tommy asked as he watched you carefully.

"Yeah, you the man what done in Billy Kimber, get on Sabini and Mr Solomons nerves as well." You said as you crossed your arms.

"(Y/N) this man is your father." You turned to face the man who was clearly in charge and laughed.

"Yeah right." You turned to head back upstairs but Tommy cleared his throat.

"I'll be taking you back to Birmingham with me." Tommy explained quickly with a firm look.

"Fine but I ain't gonna be nice about it." You huffed.

"That girl is impossible." Poll snapped as she set down an expensive vase she'd found you attempting to sell off to someone who'd come to see you from London.

"She's not that bad." Tommy muttered. They both sighed when Finn began bellowing and your voice quickly followed.

"She's worse than you and Arthur were." Poll sighed as they hurried to stop the two of you from arguing.