Summary - Y/N knows she would always be defined by her scar, and while she wishes it never existed, she tries her best to live her life as reclusively as possible. Until one Birmingham gangster comes knocking on her landlady’s door, who’s actually his dear sister.
A/N - This request was anonymous, and while I don’t know the anon, I felt a huge responsibility towards her while writing this or rather her story. Cicatriz anon, I really hope you like this story and that it helps to reduce your insecurities a bit. If not, I hope I don’t offend you in anyway and if I do, I really apologise for that.
Warnings - Set in Season 2 Reader has a large, deep scar across her abdomen, implied assault, language.
It was just another day for you at the house in Primrose Hill when someone knocked on the door and you went to open it, only so much so that your head was visible to the person.
“Looking for Ada.”
“Your name?” You asked cautiously, not fully opening the door as you inspected the stranger. He was dressed well, looked almost handsome with icy blue eyes and full lips. But you didn’t trust him. Come to think of it, you never trusted anyone. Not even the person who was presently letting you live in her grand house.
“She knows me.” He replied in the same bored tone, though there was a hint of impatience now. Something about him told you that if you were a man, he wouldn’t hesitate to push his way inside.
Everything about that man exuded dangerous, and you knew better than to play with fire. Men were a trigger for you, and after knowing what Ada had recently been through, you doubted she would be too keen on having a man here, no matter how well she knew him.
“I’m sorry, sir. But I cannot let you in without knowing who you are.” You said against the wild thumping of your heartbeat.
“And you are?” He asked coldly as his eyes bore into your face.
“That is none of your concern.” You almost bit your tongue and mentally chided yourself. Silly girl. But the man was getting on your nerves.
“Who’s at the door, Y/N?’ Ada’s voice wafted towards you, and before you could tell her about the possible intruder, she said, albeit resignedly, "Let him in, he’s my brother, Tommy.”
“Oh. I am sorry.” You muttered your apology and scurried away as quickly as you could.
A MASTERPIECE. I always come back to this fic bc it’s so beautiful and well-written. getting to read them slowly bonding whilst also getting insight into the way Y/N thinks and feels regarding her scar. as someone w scars, this story makes me yearn so hard for tommy. truly a masterpiece ❤
