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“You don’t necessarily have to do it. You’ve not been drafted yet. You’re willingly signing up for it,” she pointed out a technicality in his statement. She just couldn’t fathom the fact that he was making the choice to go to war.

“You know what I mean, love.”

“Gosh, Tommy, I just…” she paused, letting out a shaky breath as the tears welling up in her eyes finally spilled over. “I don’t want you to go,” she managed to choke out before she covered her face, not wanting him to see the fact that she was full on crying now.

Tommy watched her for a moment. Her body was shaking slightly from the emotions she was feeling. Seeing her this broken down panged at his heart. If there was a way that he could stay, he certainly would. No one was safe from the throngs of conscription though, and he and his brothers decided that they’d be the ones making the choice to fight instead of being forced into it. The papers had been signed and they were do to ship out to the frontlines come daybreak.

“Come here, (Y/N),” he said softly after a few moments had passed. When she didn’t move, he leaned closer to her so that he was able to pull her shaking frame flush against his body.

“I can’t lose you, Tommy,” she whispered as she pressed her face into the fabric of his waistcoat. It wasn’t the softest material, but she didn’t care in this moment.

“You won’t,” he spoke in an assured tone, his arms wrapped tightly around her frame as he rested his chin on her head.

“But what if I do?” she couldn’t quite take his word for it. “What if you’re killed in battle? What if you’re captured by the enemy? What if…what if some wartime nurse saves your life and you forget about me to go and be with her because you’re indebted to her for what she’s done?” she rambled off all of the scenarios that she was afraid could possibly come true.

“You read too many stories, love,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m being serious,” she insisted.

“So am I,” he returned the sentiment. “You’ve a place in my heart no one else could ever have, (Y/N). No one, no thing, is going to take me away from you.”

(Y/N) sighed, sniffling then as she tried to get ahold of her tears. She pulled away from his chest, sitting up straight so that she could look at him again. “Promise me this,” she began, taking a deep breath as she locked her eyes onto his. “You fight for your country and then you come right back home to me, Thomas Shelby,” she spoke with a seriousness, her voice wavering as she became welled up with emotion again.

“I promise,” he responded, his words filled with the utmost sincerity. “I’ll come home to you,” he assured her, his words making her fall against his frame again.

“I love you, Tommy,” she whispered as she held onto him tightly.

“I’ll always come home to you,” he told her, his hands finding her cheeks so that he could lift her head and press his lips to hers.

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“What’s this Tommy?” Arthur reached across the table and lightly tapped his brother's face, before leaning back against the chair, his voice clearly amused. “Your cheeks are blushin’, I’ve never seen that before.” 

Tommy felt his tongue push against his cheek when Arthur’s gaze moved across the room, briefly settling on you before returning to him. “I’ve never seen ya so flustered by a pretty girl… What’s wrong with ya?” 

Looking down, Tommy tapped his unlit cigarette against the table in a feeble attempt to ignore his brother’s remarks, because even though he hated admitting it, they were true. And it was a completely foreign situation for Tommy to find himself in. The usual confidence he exuded when interacting with a beautiful woman had all but evaporated the moment his eyes locked with yours. There was something about you that made him feel like an inexperienced school boy. And he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it.

What was it about you? There was no doubt you were beautiful. Nearly every man in the room found their gaze lingering your way. And you were charming too… those very same men buckling over when you offered an effortless smile in their general vicinity. Or maybe it was the way the supple threads of your silk dress shifted against your body, both revealing and concealing it to perfection.

But no. Besides all that, Tommy quickly came to realise it was your eyes. Those intelligent, deep and knowing eyes. They twisted at his insides in the best kind of way. Made him feel something new… something exciting… simply by gracing him with their attention from the other side of the room. And grace him they did. On more than one occasion, those stunning intriguing eyes made no secret of the notice they paid him.

Still tapping his cigarette gently against the table, he returned his gaze to find your friend laughing, the unknown story you spoke igniting joy across your every feature, and he found himself eager to be privy to that little story… to understand what it would take to ignite such joy. And the movement of your mouth had him wondering about the sound of your voice, how it would feel if you whispered gentle words against his ear, before your painted lips left a trail of red along his jaw and neck. Just thinking of the touch of your lips sent shivers across the surface of his skin and he realised then that he would not let the opportunity of you pass him by. Win or lose, you would soon know his intentions and the rest would be up to you.

Clearing his throat, Tommy finally returned his attention to his brother, no evidence of the colour that brushed his cheeks just moments ago. Placing the cigarette on top of its case, he emptied a mouthful of whiskey from the bottom of his tumbler and pushed up out of his chair. And with his eyes set on you, Tommy buttoned his jacket and smoothed it over; his tongue clicking against his lips  before he replied, “I don’t know what you're on about, Arthur… I’m fine… I’ve never felt better.”

“What’s this Tommy?” Arthur reached across the table and lightly tapped his brother's face, before leaning back against the chair, his voice clearly amused. “Your cheeks are blushin’, I’ve never seen that before.” 

Tommy felt his tongue push against his cheek when Arthur’s gaze moved across the room, briefly settling on you before returning to him. “I’ve never seen ya so flustered by a pretty girl… What’s wrong with ya?” 

Looking down, Tommy tapped his unlit cigarette against the table in a feeble attempt to ignore his brother’s remarks, because even though he hated admitting it, they were true. And it was a completely foreign situation for Tommy to find himself in. The usual confidence he exuded when interacting with a beautiful woman had all but evaporated the moment his eyes locked with yours. There was something about you that made him feel like an inexperienced school boy. And he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it.

What was it about you? There was no doubt you were beautiful. Nearly every man in the room found their gaze lingering your way. And you were charming too… those very same men buckling over when you offered an effortless smile in their general vicinity. Or maybe it was the way the supple threads of your silk dress shifted against your body, both revealing and concealing it to perfection.

But no. Besides all that, Tommy quickly came to realise it was your eyes. Those intelligent, deep and knowing eyes. They twisted at his insides in the best kind of way. Made him feel something new… something exciting… simply by gracing him with their attention from the other side of the room. And grace him they did. On more than one occasion, those stunning intriguing eyes made no secret of the notice they paid him.

Still tapping his cigarette gently against the table, he returned his gaze to find your friend laughing, the unknown story you spoke igniting joy across your every feature, and he found himself eager to be privy to that little story… to understand what it would take to ignite such joy. And the movement of your mouth had him wondering about the sound of your voice, how it would feel if you whispered gentle words against his ear, before your painted lips left a trail of red along his jaw and neck. Just thinking of the touch of your lips sent shivers across the surface of his skin and he realised then that he would not let the opportunity of you pass him by. Win or lose, you would soon know his intentions and the rest would be up to you.

Clearing his throat, Tommy finally returned his attention to his brother, no evidence of the colour that brushed his cheeks just moments ago. Placing the cigarette on top of its case, he emptied a mouthful of whiskey from the bottom of his tumbler and pushed up out of his chair. And with his eyes set on you, Tommy buttoned his jacket and smoothed it over; his tongue clicking against his lips  before he replied, “I don’t know what you're on about, Arthur… I’m fine… I’ve never felt better.”

“What’s this Tommy?” Arthur reached across the table and lightly tapped his brother's face, before leaning back against the chair, his voice clearly amused. “Your cheeks are blushin’, I’ve never seen that before.” 

Tommy felt his tongue push against his cheek when Arthur’s gaze moved across the room, briefly settling on you before returning to him. “I’ve never seen ya so flustered by a pretty girl… What’s wrong with ya?” 

Looking down, Tommy tapped his unlit cigarette against the table in a feeble attempt to ignore his brother’s remarks, because even though he hated admitting it, they were true. And it was a completely foreign situation for Tommy to find himself in. The usual confidence he exuded when interacting with a beautiful woman had all but evaporated the moment his eyes locked with yours. There was something about you that made him feel like an inexperienced school boy. And he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it.

What was it about you? There was no doubt you were beautiful. Nearly every man in the room found their gaze lingering your way. And you were charming too… those very same men buckling over when you offered an effortless smile in their general vicinity. Or maybe it was the way the supple threads of your silk dress shifted against your body, both revealing and concealing it to perfection.

But no. Besides all that, Tommy quickly came to realise it was your eyes. Those intelligent, deep and knowing eyes. They twisted at his insides in the best kind of way. Made him feel something new… something exciting… simply by gracing him with their attention from the other side of the room. And grace him they did. On more than one occasion, those stunning intriguing eyes made no secret of the notice they paid him.

Still tapping his cigarette gently against the table, he returned his gaze to find your friend laughing, the unknown story you spoke igniting joy across your every feature, and he found himself eager to be privy to that little story… to understand what it would take to ignite such joy. And the movement of your mouth had him wondering about the sound of your voice, how it would feel if you whispered gentle words against his ear, before your painted lips left a trail of red along his jaw and neck. Just thinking of the touch of your lips sent shivers across the surface of his skin and he realised then that he would not let the opportunity of you pass him by. Win or lose, you would soon know his intentions and the rest would be up to you.

Clearing his throat, Tommy finally returned his attention to his brother, no evidence of the colour that brushed his cheeks just moments ago. Placing the cigarette on top of its case, he emptied a mouthful of whiskey from the bottom of his tumbler and pushed up out of his chair. And with his eyes set on you, Tommy buttoned his jacket and smoothed it over; his tongue clicking against his lips  before he replied, “I don’t know what you're on about, Arthur… I’m fine… I’ve never felt better.”