Charlieshelby Stories

Tommy teaches Charlie and grace how to carve turnips. It goes awry. Sweet little drabble.

In the world of peaky blinders in which Grace is still alive. Ruby, daughter of Tommy and Grace, is twenty and is living her best life in London. The only problem is that nazi Germany is becoming a threat to everyone. How will the Shelby family handle this new world?

Ruby Shelby had inherited more than just her father's sharp blue eyes-she carried the Shelby fire in her blood. At sixteen, she had already perfected the art of testing boundaries. Her mother Lizzie fretted, her older brother Charlie scowled, and her dad-Tommy Shelby himself-watched her every move with a quiet intensity that Ruby sometimes found suffocating, sometimes reassuring. That was the problem with being a Shelby girl-every man in her life thought they had the right to police her. Uncle Arthur was the worst, always muttering about "men with bad intentions." And Billy, Arthur's son who was Ruby's age, didn't help. He wasn't cruel, but he had a knack for snitching. Still, Ruby found her ways. She slipped out of the house when Lizzie wasn't looking, met friends behind the pub in Small Heath, and occasionally tasted gin when someone older brought it. She wasn't reckless-not really. She just wanted to breathe, to feel like the world wasn't already mapped out for her.

Sister Agatha had knelt for saints and bled for sinners, but she never expected salvation to come in a razor-lined cap. When Thomas Shelby walked into St. Hilda's with war in his bones and judgment in his eyes, she didn't look away. God had turned His face. The Church had closed its doors. But some devils are kinder than saints. And in Small Heath, salvation doesn't come in psalms- it comes with blood on its hands and a promise in its mouth.

Grace accidently falls asleep, when she awakes Charlie is gone from his crib.