In the aftermath of a world gone to hell, Daisy Simmons reunites with her loose cannon boyfriend from high school, Daryl Dixon, as they fight to survive the apocalypse. Haunted by the tragedies of their lives before the outbreak and facing the new dangers of the undead, their bond is tested as they protect one another and find the family they never had. 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝟣 - 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝟩 𝘖𝘊 𝘹 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘋𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯

( 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘 ) 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘢𝘮. ( tommy shelby x beatrice price ) ( series 1 )

❝ my head is bloody, but unbowed... I am the captain of my soul. ❞ ━ william ernest henley. in which tommy shelby drags a dressmaker into peaky blinder business and she's none too happy about it. 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 ©bonjoursbelle/cara

Birmingham Central Library, 1930 The hush of the library was not the sort Tommy Shelby was used to. It wasn't the thick, reverent quiet of a church or the loaded silence of a negotiation. It was clean-almost sacred. He walked between tall oak shelves, cigarette tucked behind his ear, and the click of his polished shoes against the floorboards was the only rebellion in the air. He was looking for a record-land deeds, something clerical. Boring, Ada had said. Tommy didn't believe in boring. Every detail had a price, even the dull ones. A voice broke the silence before he saw her. "You can't smoke in here." He turned. She stood beneath a hanging lamp, holding a book with one finger marking her place. Dark eyes-sharp, assessing-met his with the steadiness of someone who had already measured him and found him lacking in something. Or perhaps too full of something else. "I'm not smoking," he replied, deadpan. "Yet." She raised an eyebrow. "Intent counts." Tommy allowed a hint of a smile. "Does it now?" The librarian stepped forward, slipping the book into the crook of her arm. Black hair, neatly pinned, a charcoal blouse tucked into a high-waisted skirt. Elegant. Efficient. Watchful. She looked like she belonged here-among dusty knowledge and forgotten truths. "Do you need assistance," she asked, "or are you just here to test the building's flammability?" "I'm looking for land records," he said. "Early acquisitions. 1918, Birmingham South." Her eyes narrowed, just a fraction. "That section's restricted." "Tell your supervisor I'm Thomas Shelby." She didn't flinch. "I am the supervisor." And then, something shifted. A flicker-not in her expression, but in the air between them. Magic, maybe. A pulse of something not seen, but felt. Tommy's instincts didn't know the word for it. But they knew the smell of power.