Thomas Shelby Imagines

Lovers War (Part Two)

You knew that he'd drive up every chance he got, you could see from the window that Tommy was parked outside, keeping his face hidden from passers-by but you knew it was him. At first you payed him no mind until he started sleeping in the car.

"I'm sorry but we're out of... cheese and I really need some for dinner do you think, perhaps..." You trailed off and the housekeeper nodded.

"Of course, but you must promise to stay inside, Master Solomons would have my head." She insisted as she got her coat.

"Oh, don't worry I'll stay... near the house." You whispered the last part and waited for her to leave so you could hurry over to the car, rolling your eyes when Tommy attempted to cover your face.

"Clear out Shelby!" You hissed and glared at him through the window.

"Only if you'll come with me." he muttered, watching you with keen eyes as you shook your head.

"I am home Tommy now leave before someone realises it's you, don't you have an empire to build?" You huffed and turned on your heels.

"Please don't make me go home, its hell without you there." He called but you just continued to walk away and slammed the door behind you.

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"Well then sweetheart, don't this look nice." Alfie smiled and sat at the table with you.

The two of you talked quietly as you ate, Alfie joking occasionally. Later on, some of his men came in to speak with him and he glanced over at you when one muttered to him.

"(Y/N), you go read or something, yeah... I'll come and get you when we're done." He smiled when you nodded, hurrying to the next room but being sure to leave the door open slightly so you could hear.

"Apparently nearly all of them was arrested." One of the men muttered.

"Let me guess, our friend Thomas wasn't one of them?" Alfie drawled, shuffling around as he spoke.

"He's alone in that house... if we needed too we could..." They stopped talking and you gasped when a shadow fell on the light seeping through the door.

"Nah, we won't be having none of that talk." Alfie muttered, glancing at you before pulling the door shut and effectively cutting you off from their conversation.

You weren't sure how you expected him to react but he didn't say a word when the men left, not even when he came to bed and pulled you into his side, your head laying on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around you, one hand resting on the dip of your waist while the other sat in the middle of his chest, encasing your hand in his.

You lay awake for hours, watching Alfie sleep. Wondering what he had planned. It didn't take long for your mind to wonder to your poor Tommy warped by war, how he'd be utterly alone in the huge house, the way silence seemed to drive him to maddened thoughts.

You untangled yourself from Alfie and made your way to the hall, opening the window and siting on the windowsill so the cold air could billow around you. You hoped it would clear your thoughts but after an hour you were still confused and unsure.

"You're going back to him." Alfie stated softly from the bedroom doorway. You didn't answer and he nodded, making his way to you. "If you go back to him, I won't promise to keep him from getting hurt, I'll only protect you." He mumbled, kissing your neck as his arms wrapped around you.

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The third day of being alone and Tommy was sure he'd gone mad, his focus on his family had slipped and his days were spent obsessively thinking about you, he may intent his day to go differently but that is how, without fail, he ended up.

"Stop it now, focus... she isn't coming back." He whispered to himself, deciding to pour himself a drink which is when he looked up and his breath was stolen as his heart skipped. "(Y/N)."

"I... I heard you were alone." You mumbled as he scrambled to his feet and embraced you.

"You came home." He mumbled as he buried his face in your neck and held you against his chest.

"Yes." You muttered softly.

Alfie would have asked you how long you were staying, what you wanted to do or get, demand that anything you wanted or needed of him was requested as soon as you thought of it so as to not waist his precious time with you.

Tommy, however, simply held onto you as if his world would fall apart if he let go. The only acknowledgement that you'd ever left was a simple passing of Tommy's thumb over the scattering of bruises Alfie had cascaded down your neck as a means of reminding you both that some part of you belonged to him.