les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

34. Die For You

Summary: 'And know I loved you when you drank that whiskey straight with no ice, And I know I loved you when you punched me in the face right in front of my friends, And I had to chase you off down the street and explain where I'd been

Warnings: Some language?

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You were so mad at Tommy, he had made a fool out of you, and to be honest you were ready to fight him, bursting through the garrison doors you were shoving your phone in his face without any explanation, the picture of him and that girl from the bar.

You were so mad at Tommy, he had made a fool out of you, and to be honest you were ready to fight him, bursting through the garrison doors you were shoving your phone in his face without any explanation, the picture of him and that girl from the bar.

He didn't have time to explain your fist connected with his face, just how John and Arthur had taught you. Everyone fell silent as you spun round on your heel and left Tommy stood speechless, cheek pounding.

Tommy was running down the road, you weren't stopping for him no way how dare he make you feel like an idiot. He caught up with you regardless, pulling you into his chest "let me explain, please" he was sincere you knew that.

You did feel bad about the bruise on his cheek, the fact your hand was throbbing was your karma.

You both hated to discuss forever, but you knew it was going to be just that for you both.

Tommy had arrived back in Birmingham after a week away in London, stood at your front door you had smirked "didn't even realise you were out of town, Shelby"

In reality you had missed him too much to even comprehend.

He'd sighed, entered your home and pulled you into his chest because he knew for a fact you'd missed his kisses.

"You're such a narcissist Tommy" you had sighed falling back into his arms in the bed you shared most nights, his lips found your shoulder "but your the only one I like" you added

Tommy laughed because you were just as narcissistic as him and he wouldn't have you any other way.

Tommy had been out at the track all day, the weather had turned into proper winter and the snow was falling heavy, he'd walked into the house, not dressed appropriately for the weather.

You rolled over in the double bed, under the covers next to the heater. "Move over let me get in front of the heater,eh?" He'd asked stripped down to a T-shirt and boxers.

You looked up at him, innocent eyes and wide smile "no, sorry I'm cosy" you had giggled.

He'd climbed under the duvet "such an asshole, y/n" he'd tutted before pulling your warm body tight to his.

Then the day came for you to finally take his name, in front of all your family and friends and he swore that he'd die for you, even though you hated the word forever.

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