Thomas Shelby Imagines

Stay (Part One)

Tommy sighed when he stopped outside his office, the door now unlocked and wide open. He was surprised to find, for once, you weren't rummaging through his office looking for something that you wanted.

"Does anyone know where (Y/N) is?" He called out and got choruses of no.

He swung his office door shut and cursed you for treating him as if you were an untamed cat he'd decided to keep. You came and you went, taking from him what you needed, taking from others what you wanted.

He'd lost count of the times he'd had to pull strings to help you out. Trying to tame you had proved useless, he'd hoped that time would pass by and you'd see him as something more than a provider of somewhere warm to sleep, a companion or some sort of protector.

"Her bags are packed again." John muttered as he lent on the door. "Maybe it's time to tell her to stay or leave."

"I tell her to leave she stays, tell her to stay she leaves, always has and she always will." Tommy sighed.

"If I see her I'll let you know but most of us are out for the night." John pushed off the door frame and left Tommy to his thoughts.

Tommy was sat alone in bed when you wondered into his room. After a few minutes of flirting he had you laying down between his legs, head resting on his chest, the hand that wasn't holding a cigarette running through your hair.

"Where're you going this time?" Tommy asked when you ran out of conversation.

"Not as far as last time." You mumbled and he kissed the top of your head.

"You don't have to go anywhere; you could just stay here with me." His eyes fell shut as your body stiffened, mentally kicking himself for suggesting it when he knew you'd bolt at the thought of being tied down.

"I'm going to London and I don't think I'm coming back." You said hurriedly and clambered of the bed, running out of the door.

For a minute the Blinder sat there. His brain unsure which piece of information to process first. That you weren't planning on coming back from London, or that you'd grabbed his gun, and bolted to the front door.

"(Y/N)!" He yelled and found you almost at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm going to London." You snapped and he slowed, as if you were a wild animal and he feared moving too fast would startle you.

"You walk out that door, I will have the Solomon's waiting in London and as soon as they set eyes on you they'll bring you back." Tommy threatened and pointed at the door as if daring you to call his bluff.

"I'll go somewhere else." You tried to stand tall and look like you meant it but Tommy's expression told you he wasn't impressed.

"Fine, put my gun on the table and leave." Tommy watched as you did what you were told. "(Y/N) ... come on don't... go."

He stood on the bottom step of his huge empty house and stared at the door as if he could will you to return. After half an hour of sitting on the stairs waiting for you he decided to go to bed and hoped that you'd been back in the morning.