The Garrison Ghost A Tommy Shelby Fanfiction

Before the war changed Thomas Shelby into the impenetrable force of Small Heath, there was only Clara Thorne. She was the fierce, resilient woman he loved, the single piece of warmth he held onto as he left for the mud and blood of France. But days before he shipped out, Clara vanished, leaving behind only the chilling void of failure and guilt that fueled Tommy's ruthless ambition upon his return.

Now, as the Peaky Blinders rise to heights of unprecedented power in the wake of war and Tommy finds his heart settling on a new future with Grace, he remains haunted-searching for the ghost of the girl he lost.

Unbeknownst to him, Clara has survived a hell far worse than the trenches. Held captive and stripped of her identity by a monstrous abductor, her life became a desperate calculation of survival, centered solely on protecting her young son, Matthew.

Years later, a brutal act of necessity finally grants Clara and Matthew their freedom. Driven by instinct and sheer will, she seeks the only place she remembers as safe: the smoky, loud sanctuary of The Garrison Pub.

On the very night Tommy Shelby celebrates his engagement, Clara walks through that door, not as the girl he loved, but as a traumatized mother. Her return is the single, shattering event that will force Tommy to confront his guilt, threaten his new empire, and redefine the meaning of survival in the unforgiving streets of Birmingham.

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