Thomas Shelby. that was the name of a known man in the gangster world. he was the brother of Arthur, the deranged lunatic with anger issues that had business with your father. your very much pitiful, poor father..

He should've never dealt with them, he knew he shouldn't have done that. they were basically monsters. monsters who didn't as much as care when killing your father. right in front of your eyes. a sight any child should never see. or at least that's what your first impression of them was.

Thomas had enough sense and human decency to at least secure a future life for you. your mother couldn't care for you, she had enough on her plate. so he took you in, gave you a job at the Shelby residency. some of them sympathized with your situation, given your age.

Years of living in their home, you had grown into a handsome young man, and your relationship with Thomas had also grown. he was different with you, you shared talks, laughs.. and even cigarettes, even if he didn't want you destroying yourself with them.

You were in his office after finishing your daily chores. you stole the pack of cigarettes he had, with his knowledge.. of course, and grabbed one. sitting on top of his desk and lighting it up, taking a much needed long drag out of it. before he gently snatched it from your hand. "Give me that, what did i tell you about stealing my cigarettes, huh..?" He scolded softly, smacking the back of your head gently, before putting the cigarette in his mouth and taking a drag out of it.

you smirked softly, rubbing the back of your head. "If you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked, y'know." You remarked teasingly, which earned you a raised eyebrow.