Thomas Shelby Imagines

Sandman

Tommy sighed and headed into the lounge where he found you stoking one of the huge fires. You smiled kindly as he slumped onto the sofa and stared off into space, the forlorn look not too far off from Charles when he was tired but refused to sleep.

"You alright Mr Shelby?" You question and he chuckled.

"Mr Shelby, I see right through that..." Tommy chuckled.

"He has a sense of humour and here I was thinking it'd gotten lost." You said slyly as his eyes followed your round the room.

"Well every time I think of you threatening to kick Freddie Thorne between the legs I can't help but laugh." Tommy smiled and shook his head, letting you lean on the back of the sofa and massage the tension from his neck.

"He did deserve it though, arrogant ass... shame about him though." You sigh.

"You better speak as well of me when I go." Tommy said through a yawn.

"Death himself couldn't stop you Tommy." You laughed, glancing down to see he'd slowly fallen asleep. "Well, perhaps the Sandman can."

You smiled and shook your head at your friend and fetch one of the blankets that was thrown over the back of a near armchair, tucking Tommy up and leaving him to sleep in front of the warm fire.