Tommy Shelby Imagines

The Queen Of Small Heath (NSFW)

Tommy climbed out of the car and immediately he felt his entire body begin to relax as he breathed in the fresh country air. The grass twinkled with dew drop kisses in the early morning light, and as he glanced down briefly he could not help but think that his shiny black shoes seemed somewhat out of place. The chill in the air was enough to bring goosebumps to his skin but it wasn't unpleasant, and the birds singing in the surrounding trees provided a pleasant wake up call to the humans in their midst. Already the smoke and smog of Small Heath felt like a distant memory and Tommy's soul was soothed by the great outdoors, the place it felt most at home.

Closing his eyes, he breathed in the scent of charred wood as the families in the camp below started fires for cooking, yet coupled with the freshness of the clean air it wasn't unpleasant in the way it would have been back home. A hint of a smile came to Tommy's full lips as he imagined that for a moment he could hear his mother laughing somewhere in the distance; her head thrown back and her long hair wild and free just as her manner always was when they were out travelling. She was always her happiest when they were out on the road, especially because his father was never with them and the woman she had been before he had ruined her with his toxicity was able to exist once more.

"They say only crazy people smile to themselves like that."

Tommy's eyes opened instantly and his grin grew even wider when he saw her. It didn't matter that it had been almost two years because in his eyes she was unforgettable.

"Still sneaking up on people, I see," Tommy murmured as his cool eyes roved the length of her body, noting with interest that the girl he had last seen was most definitely now a woman.

Without warning, the girl launched herself at Tommy and wrapped legs around his waist while his hands held her tightly against him. She smelled the same as she always had although he didn't know how to describe it exactly, other than she always smelt like a summer's day; like flowers and berries. Tommy remembered sitting in the trenches in the cold and the dark and he would lift the lock of black hair she had cut off and given him for luck, relishing in the smell that soothed his aching and anxious heart.

Amelia Kelly. Smelly Melly Kelly as he and his brothers used to call her just to see her scowl in rage, and to this day Tommy swore that the way she would scrunch up her nose and her neck would flesh red with anger was the most adorable thing. Not that he would have dared to tell her that in case she spat a curse upon him or something equally as terrible. Tommy Shelby was not scared of many people, but as a man now grown even he knew never to trifle with a gypsy girl. After all, their tongues were as vicious as their glares, if not worse.

"It's not my fault you're so easy to sneak up on, Thomas," Amelia grinned, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously. "So Johnny says you're coming to stay with us for a few days. What did we do to deserve that honour? Or perhaps a better question should be who have you pissed off back home to warrant you needing to come and hide out here?"

"Who says I'm hiding from anyone?" Tommy smirked as they began to walk down to the camp together. "Maybe I just wanted to come and see your pretty face."

"Shut up," Amelia nudged him playfully.

"Tommy boy!" Johnny's ever merry voice called out when he saw the two of them approaching. "And how did I know Amelia'd be right by your side. Always thick as thieves you two."

"That's only because nobody else ever wanted to hang around with the miserable sod so I took pity on him," Amelia teased, glancing across the field to where she could hear her nephews and nieces arguing while her sister sighed exhaustedly. "And that's my cue to leave. See you later, Thomas."