The Garrison Ghost A Tommy Shelby Fanfiction

Small Heath is a place for the living and the dead. Tonight, the lines blur.

In 1914, on the eve of the Great War, Clara Thorne vanished. She left behind a distraught twin brother, a silver bracelet, and the shattered heart of Thomas Shelby. While Tommy fought in the hell of the trenches, Clara was enduring a purgatory of her own, held captive by a scavenger named Silas Vane and forced to raise a son, Matthew, in the shadows of the Black Country.

Now it is 1922. The Peaky Blinders rule Birmingham, and Thomas Shelby is a man of ice and empire. With Grace Burgess pregnant and a proposal offered out of cold Shelby duty, Tommy has finally convinced himself that the past is buried.

But the past has a habit of digging itself up.

Drenched in the blood of the man she finally killed to escape, Clara walks through the doors of The Garrison with her son in tow. As Tommy stands amidst his family and his pregnant fiancée, he is forced to look into the eyes of the woman he never stopped loving, and the child that represents the years he failed to save her.

The war is over, the King has his crown, but the Ghost of Small Heath has come home for a reckoning.

There will be smut so Reader discretion is advised
A Tommy Shelby Fanfiction
I only own Clara and Matthew, The characters from the Peaky Blinders are owned by Banijay UK