Taming the Untamable (Thomas Shelby x Reader X Arthur Shelby)

3-Scents

Halfway on the way home, Thomas fell into a peaceful sleep in the backseats. His calm scent of apples and haylage was strong in the car. His black wolf ears were now back into their normal 'straight up' position and his tail was laying calmly besides him.

(Y/N) smiled brightly to herself. This seemed almost domestic. But she deep down knew it wasn't. She just bought Tommy. Also both of them were gangsters. Cold blooded killers. But still. (Y/N) could easily get used to this.

But that wasn't the only thought plaguing her mind. What Anthony said was now a dark cloud hanging around her head.

'His family is modern, so he's not letting himself be ruled by primal instincts'.

(Y/N)'s family was modern, not that is wasn't. But her family was ruled by primal instincts. While Tommy may scream at his brother, (Y/N) growled at hers. While Tommy said or screamed when something hurts, (Y/N) whined.

They were two different halves. Entirely different. But (Y/N) was going to try. She wasn't about to give up on Tommy. She was going to tame the untamable.

"What are you thinking about?" Tommy's voice cut through her train of thoughts. "Excuse me?" (Y/N) asked, her eyes glued to the empty road before her.

"Your scent. It's sour" Tommy mumbled and rubbed the back of his hands into his eyes. "Oh. I was just thinking" (Y/N) said and flared her nostrils.

(Y/N)'s scent was more then unique. Her mother used to say it smelled like a rainy sky after a lighting. Her father used to say that it smelled like a fire in a forest. Her brother said it smelled like roses.

All of these opinions were unique and different, but they all had one thing similar. What they described was beautiful, but oh so dangerous.

(Y/N) remembered what her grandmother said to her before she left her home.

'You're everything and anything at the same time.
You're the deadliest but also the nicest.
You're like fire my dear.
If they treat you nicely you are going to warm them up.
If they mistreat you, you are going to burn them down.
Remember that you were trained to be a weapon.
If they stand by your side, you will take a bullet for them.
But if they stand against you, you will put a bullet into them'.

These sentences ring through her head as she calmed her thoughts. Tommy inhaled deeply and snuggled into the blanket.

"Sleep sugar. It's a long way to go" (Y/N) mumbled and focused on getting her scent back under control.