• TOMMY SHELBY IMAGINES •

I'm a Shelby Too (request)

An:: Okay. My idea is an one-shot with Tommy with a teenage daughter, she was born before WWI and maybe the mother is dead. I know this can be difficult to write but I think it can be a fun dynamic, she being a Shelby and a teenager is not a good combination.

An: This was fun to write.

"Where is she!?" Dad shouts, he sounds fucking obnoxious if I'm being completely honest. But then again, hearing his voice is welcoming. It means the old man is alive, and since mums gone, I kinda need the lad.

"Oi!" He tosses a table or something, I can hear the loud clang and squeeze my eyes shut, "Shut off the damn music!" He belts.

"Holy shit." Gerald huffs, and I clam a hand over his mouth.

"Shut up!" I hiss, we stand pressed to each other's chests.

It was a make out session that ended pretty abruptly. Unfortunately, things were getting pretty juicy between Gerbear and I before uncle Arthur came in and warned me about dad being on the lookout for me.

We stood in a utility closet, listening to the rumbling of dad. Ger looks at me with wide eyes, afraid of my wrecking ball of a father. To be honest, I was a bit worried too.

"Tom!" Uncle Arth said, "Look she ain't in here. There's no need huffin' n puffin' brother."

I held my breath. Fuck yah, uncle!

There was silence, and I felt Gerald's arms tighten around my waist. I broke into a smile looking up at him, my hand was still pressed against his mouth and that made me break into an even bigger smile.

People begin to move, and the tables are picked up. It seems like the coast is clear! Dads probably walking towards the next pub looking for me. I've got to go home soon.

Finally, I drop my hand and get on my toes. "I think he's gone." I tell him in a low purr.

He giggles as I cover his lips with mine.

We open the door to the closet slowly and Gerald steps out with my hand in his. I lower my head, embarrassed that my dads caused all of this chaos when a gun cocks back and I crash into Ger's back.

I look up, ready to cuss him out when my fathers booming voice startled me and sends me into panic mode.

"This is where I find you! In a closet with a no good rodent like William's kid?!"

I keep my mouth shut as he grabs my arm and pulls me into him. Dad points the gun at Gerald. "Daddy, stop!" I command, tearing my arm from his grip. "I'm nearly seventeen!"

"Seventeen." He scoffs. "Do you know what I was doing when I was seventeen! Not fuckin' around in a broom closet!"

"No!" I bark, "You were too busy gettin' your head done in because of the war!"

He gasps.

"Let me live my life! And stop pointing that pistol at him!" I instruct.

Dads eyes go wide in his head and I think I've pushed it too far.

"I'm a grown up, dad!" I add, just for good measure.

"A grown up, eh!" He laughs, putting the gun down. Finally, dad looks at Ger. "I ought to put a bullet in your fat head."

"Don't worry, Ger," I turn to him, "I won't let him. Promise."

He blushes at me and I think I'm in love. When I turn back around to face dad, he's got a nasty look on his face like he might punch Ger right there and then. I hold my breath, wondering who'd win. Dad or Ger. My bets on dad.

"Come on, let's go home." Dad says and I look up at him and smile. We both turn around and walk away.

"Dad, I do love you, but you need to calm down."

"I'm not yet sure I want to calm down just yet, love." He throws his arm over my shoulder. "You're still my baby girl. Whether you like it or not."

"Trust me dad, I like it but you can't go 'round punishing him because I like him."

"You do?" He tightens up. "I mean, you actually fancy that bloke."

"Yah." I look up at him.

We walk in silence for a moment before he speaks again. "How do I know you'll protect yourself? There are bad people in the world and boys like Gerald William's ain't no good."

"You taught me, remember?" I laugh, "I'm a Shelby too, you know."

He laughs back, more bellied and suited for him. "Yah, and more than a Shelby, you're Thomas Shelby's daughter!"

I roll my eyes. "Yah I am!"