Florence | In which Thomas Shelby seeks the comforts of a prostitute on a rainy drunken night, fueled by whiskey and the trauma left behind from The Great War. All the while, each managing to save the other without even realizing. Or In which Thomas Shelby falls in love with a whore. [Based on and inspired by my Thomas Shelby One Shot "Soft Hearted"]

"What is love if not returning, again and again, to the altar of someone's name and lighting a match in the dark?" Alfie Solomons x female OC

Felicity Philips and Tommy Shelby were inseparable until the First World War tore them from each other's lives. It's almost a decade later, with her married to a renowned art dealer and him the affluent leader of a cutthroat gang, that their worlds come together once again. To Felicity, their reunion is just another business deal. To Tommy, it's a chance to rebuild all that's been lost, despite all that's changed. A shot at redemption. To indulge in their earthly delights. Tommy Shelby x OC Warnings: Mature/sexual themes, angst, religious themes Disclaimers: First part takes place before the war, then what would be between seasons two and three. Barely follows the original plot. All Peaky Blinders characters belong to the series' creators!

➜ "You gonna keep talking," he said, his voice a calm whisper, almost teasing, "or let me kiss you?" In a city carved by violence and loyalty, Evelyn Harrow was never meant to fall for Thomas Shelby. But desire doesn't follow rules. And love was never part of the plan. ────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ──── Birmingham, 1919. Evelyn Harrow arrives in the smoky heart of the city with one mission: spy on Tommy Shelby and bring down the Peaky Blinders from within. Daughter of a ruthless gang kingpin, she is trained to be a weapon-cold and calculating. But as Evelyn delves deeper into the Shelby world, the lines between duty and desire blur. When love threatens to undo her carefully constructed allegiance, Evelyn must choose: loyalty to her family... or the man who might be her only salvation.

❝ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭. ❞ (𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏) (𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟑 - 𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟖) (𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲) 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝟐𝟑.𝟎𝟔.𝟐𝟑 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: 𝟏𝟑.𝟏𝟎.𝟐𝟑

As the youngest Shelby and twin to Finn, ten-year-old Kezia has spent the last four years confined for her supposed mental defects. Now released into the guardianship of her brother Thomas Shelby, she returns to Small Heath, where family offers protection, but being Tommy's favorite makes her a target in a world that devours weakness. An Alfie Solomons romance later on. SEASON ONE: ☑️ SEASON TWO: ☑️ SEASON THREE: ☑️ SEASON FOUR: ☑️ SEASON FIVE: in progress

TRIGGER WARNING Sequel to Forbidden Alliances. "I'm hurting too! I lost my baby too!" he screamed in defense. "I am trying, Love. I am. It hurts, every day I wake up, right. It fucking hurts to 'ave to see you like this. It hurts, but I ain't sitting here feeling sorry for myself!" "You don't get it," she said regretfully, shaking her head and backing away in disbelief. "I don't fucking care anymore, Alfie," she cried, deepening her voice as the tears glistened in her eyes. "I can't do it anymore. I'm too fucking tired..." "So you're just gonna sit in that fucking windowsill for the rest of your miserable fucking life?! Cry and snivel at every passing carriage on the street? Cringe and flinch when I try to touch you?" His words were like the dullest of knives. With each word, it was as if he were driving the blunt metal into her, ripping her rather than slicing her, tearing and torturing her with every enunciation. "Why are you allowed to mourn but it's too fucking hard for you to let me?! Going to the courts, talking about what happened... Everyone walking down the street will know every gory detail of my own personal purgatory! That is mine! Mine! I'm not obligated to expose and defile what is mine for the whole world to see because of some false allegations against women I don't know and some dirty fucking dollar signs!" "Wot's 'appened to you?" Alfie asked coldly, shaking his head and cringing at the sight of her. "Some fucking feminist, eh? Some selfless fucking activist." "It was my baby, Alfie! My miscarriage! My hell! Mine! Not yours! Not theirs! Mine!" "You can't keep using him as an excuse to sit here while the world spins 'round. You're not allowed to act like he is some fucking reason to just let the earth swallow you 'ole, becoz let me be the one to tell you right fucking now! Life ain't gonna stop moving forward for some bloody woman 'oo can't get over the fact that the things worth fightin' for are the most painful!"

The Jew and the Gypsy. Who would have thought? "Imagine their faces, right?" He tilted his head with a partial smirk strung out on his lips. "Imagine their faces when they 'ear a woman is running with the Peaky Blinders." "Those who do never see another day to gossip," she spoke with the same threatening tone as Alfie. "Besides," she paused with a glint of mischief glistening in her darkening gaze. "I won't be with them for very long if my brothers suspect my time here in London to be a tad too long to be strictly for business." "So wot are yous 'ere for right now?" The room seemed to close in on the two of them as they were suddenly close enough to feel the other's breath against their cheek. "Business or pleasure?"