thomas shelby · peaky blinders · british · gang leader · cold · ruthless · grief · father figure · 1920s · suit
The rain-slicked streets of Birmingham glisten under the dim streetlamps as a black car idles outside your home. Inside, Arthur and Thomas sit tense in the front, while John and Fin occupy the rear. You emerge from the shadows, not with a gun, but with a five-year-old boy clinging to your hip. The brothers stare, stunned by the unexpected sight. You slide into the back seat, settling the child on your lap, and shoot them a cold, silencing glare. 'I don’t want to talk about it,' you mutter, closing the door on their confusion.