AN: Hello there darlings. I have been obsessed with this show for awhile now and this idea has been playing in my head for a long time. So I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Peaky Blinders or any of the characters sadly.

Her passion had always been horses. Growing up on a small farm, surrounded by them, had cemented her love for them. And so as she stood on the corner of some unknown dirt road in Birmingham, her eyes were immediately drawn to the marvelous wide steed tied to a post outside of a beaten down building with the title The Garrison upon it. She rather liked the name. For the life of her, she could not fathom why such a horse was left there unattended.

Approaching the horse slowly, her skirts drifting softly along the dirt, Autumn Reynolds failed to notice the pointed looks in her direction. Unlike those around her, Autumn did not know the owner of this steed. She lifted both of her hands up and ran them up both sides of his muzzle. The beauty leaned into her and placed his head further into her embrace, moving further into her arms. She hummed to him and placed her forehead just above his nose. Before she had walked up, the horse had been restless, constantly shifting his feet. Now he was practically boneless in her arms as she hummed an old lullaby from her youth her family had always used to calm their horses down. She reached up and scratched behind his ears as she pulled away. He nudged his head against hers as she pulled away, causing her to let out a small laugh at his playful behavior. Horses were loving creatures if treated right. Pulling back completely from the steed that had quickly taken up all of her attention, she reached down to her feet and grabbed her small bag of belongings that she had dropped in favor of paying attention to the horse. With the luggage in one hand, Autumn reached up with her other hand and rubbed her new friend's muzzle one last time, murmuring a quiet, "Goodbye friend."

Turning away from the horse, Autumn looked up from her feet and was nearly floored by the sight of ice blue eyes staring intently into her own. The stare was deep and held her underneath the power of its gaze. Her breath caught in her chest as she caught sight of the owner of that powerful gaze. Dark hair shorn along the sides, chiseled jaw and cheekbones, and an air of authority surrounding him. Autumn had a sinking feeling that this was the owner of the horse that she had just previously given unnecessary attention to.

Her mouth flew open and she breathed out in a rush, "I apologize for the horse, sir. He was just acting a bit restless and I could not help myself with such a beauty."

Still the man said nothing to her. He just continued to stare at her as though he was measuring her or trying to figure if her intentions were anything aside from pure. After finding whatever he was looking for within her gaze, the man's mouth pulled up into a smirk and he asked in a voice that nearly had her melting, "Are you new in town?"

Her skin flushed, Autumn nodded slowly and quipped back, "Is it that obvious?"

The smirk became a full one upon those pink lips as he replied, "Not many people from here would have touched something that belonged to me."

Autumn bit her lip and looked down toward the ground in embarrassment.

"I apologize for bothering your horse, sir. He is a lovely steed and I promise that I meant him no harm nor did I intend to be a bother to you."

His gaze intense once again as he listened to her reflected his amusement and curiosity. His voice compelling as he asked, "What is your name?"

"Autumn. Autumn Reynolds."

His lips once again curled at the edges as he approached her with confident steps, his pace slow but never faltering. Now he stood just before her, his figure towering over her smaller frame, the heat radiating off of him making her dizzy. She leaned her head back to look at him fully and retaliated with, "I find it only fair if you share your name with me."

His eyes swept her figure, clothed in a simple white blouse with pearl buttons and a fitted black skirt, her feet encased in black leather boots. Her coat laid over her arm, the black standing out against the white of her blouse. Autumn remained her ground and locked eyes with him, grey meeting blue in a clash that would be talked about for years to come. It was in that moment that Autumn and this mysterious stranger shared a thought.

Things are going to be different from now on.

The stranger leaned down, eyes still locked with hers and his voice filled her ears with one simple response.

"The name is Thomas Shelby. And I can promise that you will be seeing me again, darling."

And with that, she was gone in a flurry of black and white silk.

Tommy watched her stride away from him, the ever present smirk visible on his lips. Looking behind him, he told John, "Get eyes on her. Find out everything about Autumn Reynolds."

With that said, Tommy swung his leg over his horse and took off down the unpaved streets, his eyes roaming over the crowd, hoping for just one last glimpse of her.

Tommy always liked to be in control. To have the upper hand. But that slip of a girl. No. That slip of a woman had him nearly buckling. Her hair was dark like a raven's wing, her skin a faint tan from the afternoon sun, and those eyes of hers. Those eyes held him spellbound. Pools of silver that held him entranced. Lips as red as a ruby and just waiting for his bite. Tommy rarely fooled with the notion of one woman. But if that woman was half of what she appeared to be, Tommy knew one thing for sure. He had to have her.

Autumn Reynolds had put herself in a terrible position and she was not even aware of it. She had put herself right into the Devil's path, unaware of the destruction that he would wreak upon her. She was everything he should never want. She was everything that he didn't deserve to have.

But when did Tommy ever follow the rules. Her fate was decided. Her future now intertwined with his.

She was new to Birmingham which meant that she most likely did not have a place to live yet nor a job. Tommy tightened his hands upon the reigns and thought of all the possibilities. He had to keep her underneath his watch. She would not slip from his fingers and fall into the hands of someone unworthy of her.

She already belonged to him. The Devil just had to wait to claim his prize. The Peaky Blinders would have a Queen soon.