Thomas Shelby Imagines

Riding Lesson

Tommy chuckled as he watched you inspect his newest horse. He didn't complain about the enormous amount of time you spent with his horses, you spent so long fussing over them that they looked cleaner then when he bought them.

"You know you can ride 'I'm if you want." Tommy muttered as he flicked his cigarette but out of the stable.

"Oh it's fine!" You squeaked nervously.

"Do you not know how to ride?" He asked with a slight chuckle.

"Well... I... "You stuttered.

"Come 'ere." Tommy gripped you around the waist and hoisted you up to sit on the horse.

He tried not to laugh as you lent forward and held onto the reins tightly, squeaking every time the horse took a step. Eventually he had you walking around Charlie Strong's yard, slowly pulling your feet into the stirrups and letting you hold onto his shoulder with one hand while your hands clutched the saddle until your knuckles were white.

"Tommy let me down!" you complained as the horse took another step and your body swayed at a height that seemed too dangerous.

"You're alright (Y/N)." Tommy muttered as he stopped the horse and looked up at you.

"I'm going to fall off." You mumbled.

"I won't let you... you wanna get down now?" He asked and you nodded.

He slowly guided the horse back to the stables and lifted you off. Your feet hit the ground and you were a little relieved to stand. Tommy watched you in amusement as you stroked over the horse with one of Curly's brushes, ducking out of the room when Finn called to him.

"(Y/N), come on I've gotta o back to the Garrison." Tommy called out and had to almost pull you away from the animal.

"Can I try and ride him again?" You chirped as you hurried to keep up with his long strides.

"We're sellin' him at the weekend so you can have a go before he's sent off." Tommy promised. "I'll spend a bit longer teaching you how to stay on him."