{A Completed Peaky Blinders fiction} Shelby Company Limited. The irony was lost on many, for who was the greatest contributor to the company if not Harlow Winters herself? Winters, not Shelby. The war warped all logic and left Small Heath bereft of their Shelby clan for years. Upon their return, could Harlow possibly give it all up, or would she forever find herself intertwined with one of the largest empires Britain had ever seen? // 'You aren't even a fuc*ing Shelby.' || 'And yet we both know if I wanted it that bad, this company would have been mine from the get-go.' \\

❝MY NAME IS DOROTHY MERCER, AND MARK MY WORDS, THIS WHOLE FUCKING TOWN IS GOING TO KNOW IT.❞ People don't scare Dorothy like they used to anymore. She'd had it rough. Living on the streets, growing used to an empty stomach, resorting to the lowest of low - after a few years, she'd had enough. Slowly, she clawed her way out of the slums right to the top. She faced every low-life, gang boss and criminal that challenged her and smiled in their faces as she took them down. And now, they were the ones scared of her. She thought she had won by now. Destroyed all memories of her past. But when she arrives in Small Heath, Birmingham, by the request of an anonymous telegram, she realises she was painfully wrong. ( rated no. 3 in #peakyblinders ) ( rated no. 1 in #1920 ) a peaky blinders fanfiction; tommy x oc; set during series 2; au-ish; i own nothing.