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[arkarti]

Mark played the Resident Evil DLC for the plot ;3

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[sirensmojo]

Would you write something for Thomas Shelby where he falls for a woman that came from the north and has rune tattoos etc (since she believes in the norse gods) and his family all think that she's very peculiar and dangerous, especially after they accidentally see her tattoos (maybe on her arms?) But Tom just sees her as an extraordinary woman who he trusts with his entire being? Maybe even her proving her love to him by saving him from something? I'd love that, your writing style is amazing!

They Watch Us - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: A sheer and ablaze spark lighted up the very first time you met Tommy. Yet, the joy of having found each other isn’t shared by everyone. Since you came from Denmark, none of the other Shelbys trust you. For Tom, the question remaining was simple: family or Love.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,247

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“Always forced to do different than the other, eh” Tommy’s hand grabbed a strand of your hair, he glanced at you. “Don’t you like it, Mr. Shelby?” You teased with a silly smile. He was intently looking into your eyes as if he was searching for your deepest thoughts. You maintain the stare with as much tension as you could. He would often make remarks about your very long hair, “Don’t you see the 30′ is about short hair for women Y/N?” He would say, even if he damn knew the reason why you will not cut your hair anytime soon. For your people, it was sacred, and normal to wear long hair, as well as wearing tattoos. Your hands were covered with Norse runes, and a huge one was drawn on your chest. “Just for protection, and good luck,” You told Tommy the first night you too consummated your love. He never asked for an explanation, not for your tattoos, and not for anything else, but you were so confident in him you felt the urge to tell him all about you. “Hmm, that’s the thing I like when I head back to my office,” He said as he left you to go behind his desk. “What?” You hassled to answer, putting your hair in your back as you walked towards the desk as well. You sat in the chair in front of him and grabbed the cig he was holding you. “Heading back home” He lowly said with a hoarse voice. You knew what he truly said here, you were ‘Home’. A smile couldn’t stay hidden at the corner of your lips when he lifted his eyes to your face. They lit up. 

You were suddenly knock off to reality by a memory of an earlier moment, your smile vanishing away. “Pol’ told me she and the boys need to see you” You started. “Alone” You added with a head movement to the side. “Family meeting?” He asked. “I don’t know Tom” You shrugged and exhaled loudly. It was always like that, they never talked to you, even less Pol’. She said you were a curse, a moth Tommy needed to kill before it was he, that’ll end up dead. The man cleared his throat, as to brush off the thick atmosphere that has installed. He got up and started to walk away, forward to the door, when he stopped and turned around in with one move. He pointed you out with the two fingers that were holding his cigarette. “Don’t leave” He curtly said, it was an order. “I have my own mind” You retorted. “I said stay here Y/N, I’m coming back, eh?” He leaned towards you to get close to your face. You nodded and bridge the gap between your two faces, giving him the thing he turned away for. Your lips moved to his for a brief moment, sparkling things into your body. The next minutes you were alone in the room, you decided to get your nose into the paper so Tommy would not have so much work when he’ll be back.

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The door opened, Tommy’s head poking into the room, then his whole body. “So you’re working, eh?” He closed behind him. “Tommy, something’s wrong with the counts. The sums... There’s money missing” You lowly say. He came nearer, blowing the smoke of his cigarette right on your face, before leaning toward the papers, brows knitting. You patted the evidence and lift your eyes to his face. “Fucking numbers” “You work too much Tom, you’re doing the duty of ten. You’re bearing it all. See? You can’t even count” You bluntly say. No one never asked about his welfare, as if they did not care. Of course, he will never admit he needed help, and he will never let them do it, but they were his fucking family. They should deal with things knowing how he is, even forces things a little. He was Tommy fucking Shelby, yes, but for fuck’s sake, he was not a robot. Someone he could lean on, and thinking about it, if he didn’t trust his own family enough to get their nose into papers, maybe it was your duty then? Be on his side, have his back? What was for sure was that if you wasn’t there, he wouldn’t have noticed the lack of nearly two thousand pounds. He took the papers in his hand and clenched his jaw. “Fucking who?” He muttered for himself. You leaned your body back to get comfortable and cleared your throat. You know they will use it to spit on you again, but you needed to say it. “I saw Esme, she was told to close the betting shop, and I forgot my cigarettes. When I entered, she just got out of the room where you put the money” You bluntly said, searching for a cig. 

Once you grabbed one, you lighted it and looked up at Tommy. He was rubbing his face with his free hands, the other searching for yours on the table. “I know you never say anything, but we are going to get back to it again, you’re sure you wanna make it?” “I am the only one accusing her, I will not let you assume that responsibility” You got close to him, your fingers intertwined with his. His lips slightly parted and he took a glance at your hands sealed together, before looking at you. “You’re not fucking alone. And fuck them all, I don’t need to be a Shelby to fucking bark” “So you a dog, eh? You know I’m gypsy right, I do tricks with dog...” “Shut up Tom, or it’s you I’m going to bite” You retorted, getting up on your feet. He chuckled and slightly laughed. His laugh, it was something you just loved to see these days, even if no one wanted you here, even if the whole floor would be on fire, this is the thing you will always turn to: a smiling Thomas Shelby. Your whole expression changed, and so did your desire. Now you didn’t want to get out this room and face head on his family, no. You wanted to grab his face and crashed your lips on his, and that’s what you did. You kissed him with a smirk on your lips. His shimmery eyes were looking at you, with a surprise first. What on earth could’ve elicited such urge from you right now? But who cares? He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. He found you enticing, more than ever, even more with your eyes shimmering, peculiar to the woman that was standing close to him at that moment. You stayed there, looking into each other eyes, speaking untold words. Truths that will never be spoken and that will never need to because he knew you and you knew him. You nuzzled your way to his lips and gave him a passionate kiss transcribing the whole amount of your love. He kissed you back, with every inch of his body, before stopping in tracks “What about them?” He motioned his head to the door. You grabbed his head with both of your hands and frantically bring it to you. “Thomas look at me, look at me. We’ll go to them to-fucking-morrow. Now kiss me, and my tattoos, just like you always do, ‘right?” You murmured close his mouth. He swallowed and slowly nodded. “ ‘Right” He coughed.

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Fuck, it is not as good as I wanted it to be, but I hope you enjoyed it Anon’, thanks for your request hun✨✨

With Love, Neme, xx.