the peace process | alfie/twin!reader
“Hold my hand, we need to make this believable”
Alfie turned his head to you with a fed up expression and you just smirked and grabbed his hand, weaving your fingers through his.
“When’s the last time you smiled?”
“Feels like a fucking lifetime”
“Aww, baby, don’t be like that”
“Call me fucking baby again, I’ll shoot you in front of the whole table”
“Well then our guests won’t believe we’re madly in love will they, Alfie? They’ll just think you’re mad and then war will break out again and it’ll all go to shit in a bread basket. And since it’ll be me stitching you all back together I have a vested interest in its success”
Tommy’s car pulled up and he fussed with his coat until he saw you stood with Alfie, nuzzled up to his side, trying to siphon off his body heat. He smirked, then shook his head, and lit a cig. The spark of his lighter lit up a small bubble around him and cut through the shadows in the cold street outside the club.
“The happy couple”