"𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞." 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 - 𝘰𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨-

~1923~ In which Tommy's life seems to be falling into place. Business is expanding, the family is thriving, he was a new father and soon to be married. He has everything he's ever needed and is learning to live comfortably with it. That is until he finds a woman sleeping in the hay.

What is love if not a ruthless game? THOMAS SHELBY / OC 2026 © CQNTRALPERK COVER BY DCKYEOMS

'𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙼𝚛 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢?' -- '𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗' -- '𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎' 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚍. CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING AND RE-WRITING

This definitely isn't your or my typical Thomas Shelby Fanfic. This is a story in which Tommy needs to take reign or care of the female protagonist - Jade Verga. This is a story of needing and not just about romance and kisses. Which is something we all crave at the end of the day. It's a stripped down story, one that is raw with truth and angst. That selfish need is a sense of belonging at the end of the day. It's needless to say, this story means a whole lot to me.

{A Completed Peaky Blinders fiction} Shelby Company Limited. The irony was lost on many, for who was the greatest contributor to the company if not Harlow Winters herself? Winters, not Shelby. The war warped all logic and left Small Heath bereft of their Shelby clan for years. Upon their return, could Harlow possibly give it all up, or would she forever find herself intertwined with one of the largest empires Britain had ever seen? // 'You aren't even a fuc*ing Shelby.' || 'And yet we both know if I wanted it that bad, this company would have been mine from the get-go.' \\

PEAKY BLINDERS FANFICTION Lily Peyton is the best art collector of London's underground company, Guild. When a task goes wrong, she is dispatched to Birmingham and is assigned her next target, Polly Gray. Oblivious and brazen, she doesn't know that the reason behind her demotion is the uncrowned King of Birmingham. Tommy Shelby's business is on an all-time high. So are his enemies. When a person from the past arrives in his town, he knows he has to take charge. But will he be able to look past and let in the sharp tongued Lily? Or will he continue to yearn for Grace?

You meet Michael as Henry on a seaside holiday as teenagers. When your paths cross again years later, he's changed. You've changed. You each represent the other's downfall. But inevitably, you end up depending on each other to live. Friends -> enemies -> lovers. Forced proximity. Always a bit of a slow burn. The smut level is gonna be unhinged besties so 18+, don't read if you're not into it. I've taken this as my personal mission to convert us to Michael *I don't use y/n in my stories so you'll be called your surname, Calloway*