Thomasshelbyfanfic Stories

A series of oneshots and imagines.

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.

Dorothy Monroe is a petite woman with a heart too big for her chest. She's pure, kind, she looked at the world and determined all the colours of nature were miracles and needed to be remembered. She's loved photography ever since her father brought a camera home and even had a gift with the newly designed lenses ever since she could wrap her small hands around the clunks of metal. Thomas Shelby: gangster; and war hero; he reads the devils script as if it were the morning newspaper - the list will go on. I don't need to say much more, you already know him. The Shelby family, as part of Tommy's expansion plan, bought a large area of the woods on the outskirts of Small Heath, far away from the Birmingham smog, there they built safe houses and kept heavy machinery; maybe even once they kept a large crate of stolen guns, supposedly belonging to the Government. Unbeknownst to Dorothy, who stumbled around the woods (a bulky camera in hand), she had explored the woods many times, taking photos of all the things that shined bright enough, but had never come across the peculiar buildings that held many dangers. That is, of course, until she knocks upon one of the doors, ready to give an earful to whoever had built over this precious patch of land, only to come face to face with one Thomas Shelby. -loosely follows the plot of season 1- *disclaimer* I do not own the Peaky Blinders or any of Steven Knights characters, only the story of Dorothy and her own plot line. This trope is cliche and overused, but idc, I like it.

In the smoke-filled heart of post-war Birmingham, Thomas Shelby is a man who trusts no one and fears even less. But when a woman with hair the color of spilled wine and a mind for cold, hard mathematics walks into the Garrison, the calculated rhythm of the Shelby empire falters. She isn't just another soul looking for work; she's a woman with a dangerous past and a talent for making the Peaky Blinders' darkest secrets disappear into columns of ink. As the Crown closes in and the Shelby family faces internal fractures, Tommy finds himself drawn to the one person who refuses to be intimidated by his name. In a world of black and white, she is the vivid, red streak of danger he never saw coming-and the only one who might be clever enough to survive him.

Set in the bleak, fog-drenched winter of 1933, Thomas Shelby is a man haunted by the ghosts of his past and the encroaching shadows of fascism. As he navigates the treacherous waters of the opium trade and his vendetta against Michael Gray, a new variable enters the equation-Persephone Vane. A woman with hair the color of spilled claret and a presence that commands the stillness of a cathedral, she is the daughter of a silent partner in the London shipping docks. Tommy doesn't believe in gods or fate, but in the cold rooms of Arrow House, Persephone becomes the only thing capable of quietening the voices in his head.

In which two siblings fall for the Shelby brothers. OC x Thomas Shelby OC x Arthur Shelby