Rubyshelby Stories

𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊

Ruby sees a ghost. Claims she is her real mother. Tommy is stunned.

20 year old Ruby Shelby is home for the weekend, and she has some big news.

Cora Shelby. A name you're not likely to forget, being the daughter of Birmingham's most famous gangster. Things have never been easy, they never will. Unless. Unless. She's six when she realises. Will anyone ever take her seriously? She doubts it.

Ruby Shelby admires the view

The city is really built up as is the Shelby Clan 16 years later. As Tommy gears up for his next plan Esme is forced to confront old demons and familiar faces. !!Part 2 of my Devil's Mate Series. Don't interact if you are under 18!! Mentions of violence, language, sex and mentions of past abuse.

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?

"When you are ready, I want you to tell me everything that's going on." And she didn't realize- she couldn't see. He didn't know everything- he barely knew anything, anymore. Or: Tommy stops keeping secrets, but it doesn't make things any better.

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.