Peakyblindersfanfiction Stories

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬!! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 : 𝟎𝟐.𝟎𝟓.𝟐𝟐

After the War, no one was quite the same. Even those that had stayed at home felt the strain of the fighting, the strain of warfare on civilians. People deal with change, and horrors, in different ways. For Luce, she left it all behind; for Stan, he tried to help his brothers in different ways without getting sucked into their world; and for Hal, he found himself looking for some kind of action. But what will Birmingham hold for the three of them, and how will they fit into the plans of Tommy Shelby, if at all? Disclaimer: I don't own Peaky Blinders or any of the characters, obviously, only my OCs. Picture credit goes to the respective owners, I just found and edited slightly.

The peaky fuckin blinders family 3 years her brothers go away for sadly, but she has her auntie, twin brother and her older sister to keep her happy. Her brothers return from war, everything of their previous little sister has changed but nobody knows why or how until she finally opens up..... ⚠️tw Mature themes Abused Rape Suicide attempts

~ Sequel to Miss Gray ~ Season 4 ~ Michael x OC ( Miss Gray spoilers ahead ) With Polly and Michael gone and Tommy not being a significant part of her life, Anna is left feeling utterly alone. The only thing she had to hope for was the life growing inside of her. But will her baby ever get to meet its real father? For everyone who's read Miss Gray, I know that her now being Mrs Gray wouldn't make sense but we're just going to ignore that :p

𝙏𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙊 𝙀 𝙉𝙄𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀 + everything and nothing "They sat on the ground, in the heat of the greenhouse, talking about everything and nothing. They talked about their families, their lovers, their lives. They gave each other their names. Monica, what a beautiful sound. He felt as if he could say her name over and over and he would never get tired of it in the slightest."

A series of oneshots and imagines.

A Peaky Blinders Story 1919. The war is over-but some battles never end. Catherine Guthrie arrives in Birmingham with nothing but a battered suitcase and the ghosts of men she couldn't save. A former field nurse from Bristol, she's traded blood-soaked bandages for smoke-stained streets, desperate to leave the war-and the woman it made her-behind. But the city has other plans. When a chance encounter entangles her with Freddie Thorne and his sharp-eyed lover, Ada Shelby, Catherine is pulled into the orbit of the most dangerous family in Small Heath. Behind the haze of whisky and gunpowder, Tommy Shelby waits-calculated, cold, and impossible to look away from. Tommy sees through Catherine's practised calm. Catherine sees the fractures behind his control. Both are tired of bleeding, and neither knows how to stop. As rivalries rise and secrets close in, Catherine must decide whether healing is a thing of the past or whether some embers, no matter how buried, were meant to burn.

❝ We don't talk anymore like we used to do ❞ ↪The war that had waged with death and destruction was finally over and left only trauma and pain behind. Nothing was the same as before and Thomas and Victoria knew it. Another war had begun, perhaps the worst of all, the one between husband and wife.

"These violent delights have violent ends." In which Arabella knows better than to get involved with the Shelby family, but can't quite stay away - especially when a certain Michael Gray comes into the picture. [Series 2-?]

This is a collection of Peaky Blinders drabbles, imagines, one shots and headcanons that I wrote on Tumblr.

It's supposed to be quick, easy. Just sex. But nothing is easy anymore. And nothing is just anything anymore A peek at how Lizzie might have kept Tommy's heart from breaking in season 3.

Shrapnel. Bandages. Death. No more was the smell of dinner, Ma Ma's delicate flowers or the hay bales encompassing of my life. Rather, the screams of the shell-shocked, the staining of blood on my apron and the heavy stench of grief. In writing, France was a most beautiful place, a heavenly place. Heaven had been invaded by hell, and the devil's grasp is suffocating. My name is Y/N L/N of the British Voluntary Aid Detachment and it was in this nightmare, that I met my angel.

Have you ever imagined yourself with a member of the Peaky Blinders? Maybe a Shelby? A Solomons? Here you can find a bunch of imagines dedicated to Y/N and your favourite characters. Enjoy! 🖤

After being left in the care of a family friend at a young age, Annabel Barclay becomes accustomed to being treated like a child when she is seen around a certain family. "I swear to God, if either of you mess this up for me, I'll kill you myself," "Oh, look at her, John boy. She thinks she's gonna even leave the 'ouse."

When she was 6 her parents disappeared In a terrible attack. At that same age she was adopted by a woman who didn't seem evil at the time even though her adoptive mother was her own mother's very best friend. Polly gray adopted the young girl as her own. Although being one of her own seems beautiful at best, in reality it was horrific... scars were carved in the young girls cheeks... Resembling a fake grin. They called the young girl 'lips'. Lips grew to be one of the most powerful woman in two countries at one time. Little did she now that label was falling to a quick end...

A bunch of oneshots and imagines.

England 1919 Der 1. Weltkrieg ist vorüber, doch die Wunden, die er hinterlassen hat, sind noch lange nicht verheilt. In Birmingham haben sich die Shelby Brüder mit ihren Peaky Binders einen Namen gemacht und Lenox kehrt dorthin zurück. Zurück nach Hause, zurück zu ihrer Familie, zurück zu Thomas Shelby - ihrem Mann, den sie das letzte Mal in den Wirren des Krieges gesehen hatte und der seine Frau tot glaubte.