━━━ Am I making you feel sick? Tommy Shelby x OC!reader Cover by: Pearljars

Small Heath is a place for the living and the dead. Tonight, the lines blur. In 1914, on the eve of the Great War, Clara Thorne vanished. She left behind a distraught twin brother, a silver bracelet, and the shattered heart of Thomas Shelby. While Tommy fought in the hell of the trenches, Clara was enduring a purgatory of her own, held captive by a scavenger named Silas Vane and forced to raise a son, Matthew, in the shadows of the Black Country. Now it is 1922. The Peaky Blinders rule Birmingham, and Thomas Shelby is a man of ice and empire. With Grace Burgess pregnant and a proposal offered out of cold Shelby duty, Tommy has finally convinced himself that the past is buried. But the past has a habit of digging itself up. Drenched in the blood of the man she finally killed to escape, Clara walks through the doors of The Garrison with her son in tow. As Tommy stands amidst his family and his pregnant fiancée, he is forced to look into the eyes of the woman he never stopped loving, and the child that represents the years he failed to save her. The war is over, the King has his crown, but the Ghost of Small Heath has come home for a reckoning. There will be smut so Reader discretion is advised A Tommy Shelby Fanfiction I only own Clara and Matthew, The characters from the Peaky Blinders are owned by Banijay UK

'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

"There wasn't a single second that passed that I wasn't thinking about you." [mature themes throughout]

"You might as well shoot me, you've already ripped out my soul." [mature themes throughout]

Heaven is not fit to house a love Like you and I. Tommy Shelby / oc. Peaky Blinders. 2025 © bridalshowers cover by @freaklowden

[s. reid] Spencer Reid always had a weakness for dangerous women. ...... In which a victim of a notorious serial killer has something in common with the team at Quantico.. she excels at profiling. Vera Langford is just 18 when she survives a crime that should have ended her life. Five years later, recruited into the CIA she disappears into a world of aliases and moral compromise. Until her path crosses again with Dr. Spencer Reid, the man who once helped save her. But she's no longer the same. "Last I checked, you were-gone." "Gone, but not exactly retired it seems." spencer reid x oc [slow burn] [strangers to friends, friends to lovers] [undercover agent] [yearning] Tag: FBI, CIA, spy, undercover, victim, profiler, BAU, genius [ongoing] current word count - 170k

Alaina Monroe was nothing like her family. She busted her ass to get to where she was. She spent all her time studying during high school, which paid off. She got into the best medical program there was. And even aced med school, going through the hoops to be a surgeon. Her family were... slackers. Putting it nicely. They were druggies, alcohol lovers, you name it they probably did it. But Lainey strived to be different. She wanted to set the curve in her family. So she could eventually show someone in the same boat, you can be better if you try. After her intern year, she takes a short break. Off to Virginia, where she runs into a BAU unit chief. Aaron Hotchner. Fresh out of a divorce, he wasn't looking for anyone. But fate had plans, and he ran into the one who would be his forever. Literally. After months of friendship, and breaking down each others walls, they FINALLY get together. Come and check out their story, and how a surgeon and a profiler fit so well together.

When two letters arrive in the post for the Potters inviting them to a school for wizards Pippa is beyond excited. She was ready to start fresh somewhere new where she could actually be someone, where she could be special. However, Hogwarts was not what she imagined with dangerous classes, house tensions and darkness looming around every corner waiting for the perfect time to strike. It was a wonder that the school was still allowed to run. Draco Malfoy X OC [slow burn]

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.