Can i request Thomas Shelby x son! Reader, where the reader is the bastard child of him and no one knows about him except Tommy. The reader's mother dies and he gets sent to a distant relative who mistreat him. And the reader also knows who his real father is, and one day they meet and the reade is just really really sarcastic and Tommy somehow finds out that this disrespectful child is his kid he abandoned.
Relationship: Son!reader and Father!Thomas
Desc: (y/n) having to suffer with his Aunt and Uncle, he decided to spend his day at the Garrison only to run in to his long lost father.
(Y/n) tossed again, huffing in displeasure. The sun was rising now but it wasnt like he got much sleep. Back at his moms estate, that was definitely not given to her to keep her quiet, he slept in one of the softest beds imaginable. It was almost like sleeping on a cloud. Now, living with Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick, he slept on a potato sack. Sometimes he swore he felt needles poking him from inside the mattress.
(Y/n) tossed more more time for good measure before giving up. He rolled off of his piss poor mattress, if it could even be called that, and tugged on his slightly too small "street" clothes. That of witch was a old yellowed dress shirt, work pants, and a hat. His "caregivers" didnt get him anything else.
Now, Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick wernt poor. Far from it. They were just cheap. Cheap when it came to (y/n). Cheap to the point where (y/n) was forced to sleep in the attic rather the guest room.
Ann and Dick had their own kids. Viv, a younger girl, she was kind but then again the reality of the world hadn't hit her yet. And Shawn, a boy about the same age as (y/n). Shawn and (y/n) got along fairly well. Often, they would hang out under some bridge and gamble with eachother. Whether it be a quick game of black jack or some kind of contest.
Shawn was also the only person who know about the hush money (y/n) received weekly. Shawn knew why (y/n) was getting hush money. Shawn knew who the hush money was coming from. Shawn also knew that (y/n) would lie about going off to work, much preferring hanging out at one bar or another and people watching but it was only a matter of time before people watching got boring.
(Y/n) climbed up the stairs, in to the kitchen where Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick were already sat at the table. The maid, Lizabeth, was hard away working at the stove while Viv watched carefully. Shawn was stood by a mirror, checking his tie one last time.
"Hot date?" (Y/n) asked, lightly slapping the back of Shawn's head.
"(Y/n)!" Dick called from the kitchen "dont hit Shawn or you'll be out on the streets so fast your head will spin!"
Shawn and (y/n) couldn't help but give a look, trying not to burst out in to a fit of laughter.
Letting in to the living room, (y/n) took the couch that was practically calling for him to fall asleep in and Shawn took a arm chair.
"So what's with the get-up?" (Y/n) asked, pouring himself a glass of Morning liquor.
"Dad's wanting to introduce me to some of his clients. Saying that I better get used to the 'get-up'"
(Y/n) hummed, nodding. He took a sip of the wisky. Dick would kill him if he caught (y/n) dirking it.
"So , what's your plan?" Shawn asked, getting himself a Morning glass.
"Planning on swinging by the Garrison. Seeing if that bar maid position is still open."
Shawn made a face, one of confusion and studder worry. "The Garrison? The place you are payed not to go to?"
(Y/n) just smiled, tipping his glass to Shawn.
"You are utterly crazy. Mr. Shelby still visits!" Shawn whisper yelled, leaning forward.
"He hasnt seen me in, what, eighteen years? He won't recognize me." (Y/n) couldnt help the small smile that crept up on to his face at the sight of the great Thomas Shelby being tripped up over his long lost son. "He's too busy with his businesses to even notice me."
"And if he does?" Shawn rasied his eyebrows.
"They I say I have a right to be here. The money is so I dont, one, stake any claim on anything to do with the Shelby family, two, not tell anyone that my dad is The Great Tommy Shelby, and three, not bug Thomas. I can still go to the Garrison."
"You're insane." Shawn sat back, placing his glass on the side table.
"Shawn, my boy, are you ready?" (Y/n) shot back the rest of the drink as Dick turned the corner.
"Yes, sir." Shawn stood up, straightening his cuffs.
Dick started for the door. Just as Shawn was about the leave, he shot (Y/n) a warning look. 'Dont get yourself in to unwarranted trouble.'
"(Y/n)." Aunt Ann called. "We have... guests tonight. I would suggest you etheir stay out late or stay in your room. Make yourself scarce."
(Y/n) just rolled his eyes, grabbing his cap before heading out the door.
The walk to the Garrison was never boring. The roaring flames from the factory's and the smoke filling passer by lungs was always a grand way to wake up. Granted, it was the only way to wake up.
Pushing open the door to the Garrison, (y/n) made himself at home in one of the bar seats.
"Ah, (y/n)" the bartender who (y/n) never bothered to learn the name of smiled. "The usual?"
"Actually, I was wondering if the bar maid position was still available?" (Y/n) asked, lighting up a cigarette.
Just as the bartender was about to open his mouth, the door snapped open. While the bartender was quick to look up (y/n) took his time.
A taller man walked in (clearly already buzzed). He was dressed in a distressed and messy suit and had a bushy mustache. (Y/n) was no stranger to the man, having shared one or two drinks with him.
Another guy was right behind him, a lot yonger. (Y/n) could tag him as Finn, the youngest of the (now) three Shelby sons.
The kingpin wasnt far behind his two brothers.
"Alright, everybody out." Arthur shouted causing the one or two people who didnt have jobs to leave. Exept (y/n) who sat back against the bar.
Arthur glanced over, clearly trying too hard to be intimidating. "Oi, you deaf?"
"Nope. Just bored." (Y/n) took a long drag of his cigarette.
"You got a death wish?" Finn piped up. God, It was hard not to laugh. Finn was almost like a little dog barking with the rest of the german shepherds as if he was one in the same.
"Depends on the day. Today..." (y/n) paused, pretending to think it over. "Nah."
"You best be leaving then." Arther took over again.
"No." (Y/n) turned around, back to the Shelbys.
"Leave him be. He won't say anything." Thomas finally hushed his brothers. Almost as if trained dogs, they both shut up and sat down. "What's your name?"
"(Y/n)." He didn't turn back around. "(Y/n) (l/n)"
(Y/n) though he was poking a bear with a stick, wasnt dumb. He knew not to out right say he was a Shelby so he used his long lost mothers name.
(Y/n) could hear the cogs turning In Thomas's head. He could feel his father's eyes burrowing in to the back of his head.
Arthur stared on about something or a another.
(Y/n) finished his cigarette just as the brothers were finishing up their little chat.
The stood next to (y/n) creaked slightly as one of the brothers sat down next to him. The bartender slid him a drink. There was a thud, money being placed on the counter, only Tommy did that.
"Do I know you?" Straight to the point.
"No. I dont think you do."
"Your last name sounds familiar." Tommy took a sip of his drink, watching his brothers leave the bar. "You're brave but dumb."
"Two of my best quality's." (Y/n) waved down the bartender whi handed in another drink. (Y/n) reached over and took the money Thomas was going to use to "pay" for his drinks, sliding it infront of himself.
"Do you have a job? Seems like a odd time for someone of your age to be hangin around bars."
"Yet you dont have a death wish."
"Hated the fucking job." (Y/n) paused. He knew Thomas could see right through him. (Y/n) did know if it was a dad things
or a Thomas thing. "Boss's were scum. Good coworkers though."
"Isnt that always the case..." Tommy sipped his drink.
"You know." (Y/n) threw back the rest of his drink. "I always thought 'Tommy' was a odd name for a gang leader. You would expect something more... hard. 'Tommy' is a name you would expect a young sweet kid."
"Thomas is a little better."
"A little?" Thomas looked over, not being able to hide the suddle smile.
"Mhm. (Y/n) is a much better." (Y/n) smiled back.
Thomas hummed, moving off of the seat. "Well, (y/n), next time you want to talk to your father you dont have to your uncles." Thomas said, leaving the bar.
(Y/n) jumped, nearly out of his skin. He quickly turned, nearly knocking himself out of this chair.
