Where Matilda Willows and Finn Shelby struggle to make their relationship work. A girl who grew up alongside the Shelby's for years, finds herself caught in a relationship she no longer feels safe in. But when will she realise that the very Shelby boy that she calls her best friend has been the one all along.

Lillian was the girl Polly Gray raised. Michael was the son she lost. For seven years, Lillian was a Shelby, the living embodiment of a promise made to her dead mother. Then Michael Gray came home, and suddenly she was just the substitute. She was supposed to hate him for stealing her place. He was supposed to resent her for living the life that should have been his. But in the smoke-filled rooms and stolen glances, they found something else: something dangerous and utterly consuming. .......... His gaze was heavy. "Don't look at me like that, Lilly," he warned, his voice a low rumble that did traitorous things to her insides. "As if you're not looking at me the same way."

- 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 the Shelby family think they've finally been set free from Freddie Thorne. Until.. or - 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 the younger sister of Freddie Thorne who thinks she is unlovable, finds a boy who loves her as easy as he breathes. A love story between a girl who finds herself falling into a pit of troubles and a boy who seems to be the one pulling her out.

The girl working at the local bakery has a simple life. She just wants her father to come home from the war. But when John Shelby, member of the terrifying local gang, comes into her life, she realises it'll be anything but simple. Slow burn ish. Will be spicy in the future. This is a y/n but you'll be called your surname, 'March'

彡•˖* ❛‧₊ 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐑 ─── ❝ 𝘪𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮.❞ ─── 𝐎𝐑 . . . . . . ༉‧₊˚✧ ༄ ‧₊˚ 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘶𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. ( 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ) ( 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 ) ( 𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘 ) ( 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 ─ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 )

THE WILDEST OF THEM ALL - a Peaky Blinders fanfiction IN WHICH all sorts of things happen, at home and outside, every day, but Darcy doesn't recall having ever thought that in the life she had there was particularly bad. Life was like that, that's all, she grew up with the duty to make it difficult for others before they made it difficult for her. Little devil, they called her. The wild, Italian half sister of the Shelby siblings, blessed with the beauty of her mother, cursed with the wickedness of her father. She was a wildfire, a force of nature that couldn't be contained or tamed. And just like wildfire, she was unpredictable, sometimes spreading warmth and light, other times, leaving destruction in her path. But despite the chaos she brought, there was a raw beauty to her wild nature. She was a force of change, a reminder to all that some are born to be Shelby. Darcy was. And no one dared to say otherwise. She was a girl who blazed her own trail, and in doing so, set the world on fire with her passion and unapologetic authenticity. Darcy was desire itself consumed in pure madness, lost in vain, a prodigal existence yearning for freedom, the kind that the Shelby family couldn't give. A kind of freedom she would take and live.

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐛'' 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖲𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍． When Arthur Shelby drowns in guilt after realising how easily his daughter is becoming like himself.

peaky blinders! ｡･*. | ❝ 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? ❞ | .*･｡ in which she knew they were young, and it was still too early, but she hoped he was the one plot | peaky blinders season 3 ( finn shelby x fem!oc) cover by @spxrrxwstxrks * not edited *

The black sheep of the Peaky Blinders is adamant he can't stand their beloved face from years gone by, so why can't he shake her out of his head? formerly "the blinders girl".

Annie could feel the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child, There's static in her head once more, the side effect of the constant fear, constant stress she lived with. "Anna?" At the sound of her mother's trembling voice, It takes something out of her she didn't know she had left to give. Her eyes drip with tears. Her walls, the walls that held her up, made her strong just... collapses and all she can do is nod. Nod and cry until she felt two warm arms wrap it's way around her, holding her tight with the intention of never letting her go. (Trailer to this series is in my bio.) Warnings: mentions of abuse, violence, explicit sexual content, bad language + more - A Peaky blinders fan fiction. -All rights go to Steven Knight