╭─ 🌿,, ⟶ 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗼 ꠸ ° . ┊ 𝘘𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘳á 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦; 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘰, 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳á 𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯. ┊ ┊ ┊ ╰────── ─ ─╮

Gypsy wisdom teaches that fate is something that lurks in every decision, in every glance at the stars, in every sound that seems to resonate in the heart. They say that fate is not something permanent, but a dance between free will and inevitability. Have you ever wondered what it would be like if Thomas had met his first love before he went to fight in the war? Maybe history would have turned out differently...

a story in which a young stripper falls for an older newly divorced man. age gap | smut | strong language

"La oxitocina, es conocida en la medicina y la ciencia como la hormona de la felicidad. Presente en la fase de enamoramiento, y la etapa más importante para una madre. La oxitocina, es lo que está presente en mi cerebro cuando tus ojos azules se posan en mí" Cillian Murphy Fanfic.

In which a freshman at university decides to major in history in hopes of impressing her judgmental father, yet ends up with the most strict, difficult teacher ever; Mr. Murphy. But it doesn't just stop there. What else will she endure? Slowburn + Smut. All characters are of age and everything is consensual as well. This is intended for mature audiences! Enjoy reading <3

╭─ ⁽ 📚 ⁾ 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙣𝙚 𝘓𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘢ñ𝘰. ni adaptaciones, ni copias.

❝ London smelled of rain and coal. It was heavier than she imagined, colder, quieter. But there was something in Elena that refused to bend to new places. She'd learned long ago that silence and fear never built futures. Late summer of 1920 brought with it not only the quiet beginning of autumn, but also a wind of change, one that carried the scent of dust, sea, and destiny all the way from Mexico to London. It didn't take long for word to reach Thomas Shelby about the new woman in business. A foreigner, they said. A widow. Someone who spoke with an accent that turned heads and worked with a quiet efficiency. Because men like Tommy didn't notice easily. But he noticed her. The way her voice carried conviction. The way her hands, though small, never trembled. The way she looked him in the eye, not as a man to fear, but as one to challenge. She came to London chasing work and a better life. He found in her a fire he thought long gone. And neither of them knew that by the end of that autumn, the wind of change would burn through everything they thought they controlled. ❞ Thomas Shelby x oc 🐦‍⬛

He Stood Between Me And Every Thought Of Religion. ~Indian OC X Thomas Shelby~