━━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Margaret Gray, she was lots of things. She was nicest and the meanest. The most protective and the most laid back. She was a mother but still young. She was raised by the infamous Shelby's, who taught her how to be loved and cared for while learning to be strong and independent. The young woman would teach her little girl the same thing. The girl she would never let down and forever protect. ❝ I will love you 'til the day I die, and when I go up in flames I will still love you, maybe more❞ Peaky blinders ( pollysdaughter!oc x fem!oc ) Season two - season ... Follows the storyline of the series ; peaky blinders This book contains the following : 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐄 • 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 • 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐄 • 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 • 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 • 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 and more (other topics in the series).

"Don't play a game with a girl who can play better. " Lola Gray, the daughter of the gangster Polly Gray. Being in the Shelby family was hard enough with all the men around. No man that wasn't in the family would go nowhere near out of fear. Until someone did, someone got close Just so happens that he was a Peaky Blinder himself But even that had it's difficulties Season 1-2 of Peaky Blinders

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎𝐬 was ruled by the Shelby family - or more so their gang. The Peaky Blinders were the infamous gang who earned their respect through the fear of the people. With the blades sewn into their flat caps and the weapons tucked into their jackets, people bowed their heads when passing them in the streets. You were considered lucky to have not had a run in with any of the three elder Shelby brothers. Arthur was the eldest. He was known for his fighting. You would often find him in the ring against somebody who was not his size. He went mad during the war and his return was nothing hit a relief for his mind. But when thinking he had finally escaped the war, one had started in his head. Arthur Shelby was his own enemy. Thomas was the second eldest - the most feared. He had a head for business and more common sense than his older brother. He had icy eyes which very rarely softened at the sight of anything. He was known for his trait of being unmerciful and careless. Despite being the second eldest, he was the brother who held the power. The brother who controlled the rest of them. John was the youngest of the three and arguably the softest. With his wonky smile and cheeky remarks, many of the girls in Small Heath found themselves falling at his feet. He would often find himself in trouble for acting childish. He didn't care too much for the business of the gang. He cared for the respect it brought their name. He enjoyed the thrill. And then you had John's twin sister - Francesca. Known for being one of the only Shelby siblings who seemed to laugh at Thomas. Her sister, Ada, being exactly the same. Francesca found that her brothers were ridiculous - too big for their boots as she'd say. Though she liked to use their name to get herself out of trouble. Francesca was often reckless and lacked the awareness one needed for the streets they lived in. She was her mother's daug

"𝐎𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬." ( oc x oc ) 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘 - the youngest Shelby sister was the only sibling that you could look at and say "no, she isn't related to those Shelby bastards." Although she shared the same brunette locks as her sister Ada and the same blue eyes as her brother Tommy, she did not share the same attitudes. Francesca was an anxious girl. And that only worsened when her brothers left for war. Her second eldest brother, Tommy, was a God in her eyes. She idolised him. Why? Nobody knew. But there was something about him. And for her.. Tommy loved her like she was his own daughter. They had a bond not even the strongest of men could destroy. They were cut from the same cloth. 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑, - Francesca finds that her closest and only friend, George, a boy who came from the richer side of Birmingham, had returned from the countryside. He was the type of boy all the girls would fawn over. Golden hair and blue eyes. Except, he didn't care for any of them. He cared for his best friend: Francesca Shelby. Or - Frances, as he called her. He was her only friend. Being older and, well, liked by most, he found it was his duty to look after her during such a hostile time. But they seemed to be blind to the fact that they were more than friends. In some way, they were more. They didn't know it but everybody else did.

Minnie Shelby has a pretty rough life, but how will she cope when it seems to be spiralling out of control? Plus her father's getting into big trouble with enemies who might just end their family. Love, loss, hurt, happiness and even betrayal. A/N I do need to advise I have taken most of the lines from the TV show but put my spin on it, showing it from Minnie's point of view, will be a lot of my own writing in there too in between the series where there's gaps.

"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 story 👥| Lottie Shelby (oc) , Shelby Family 💌| Isaiah Jesus Disclaimer: I do not own any characters within this story's other than my own original characters that are introduced throughout the book. #1 in Isiah Jesus #1 in Romances

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.

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