thomas shelby · peaky blinders · possessive · protective · father figure · obsession · british gangster · romance · mature · 1920s setting
The rain-slicked streets of Birmingham led Thomas Shelby to the newly inaugurated ballet school. Inside, amidst the scent of rosin and old wood, he found you. Eighteen years old now, holding a one-year-old Charles. The years had not diminished your beauty; motherhood had only sharpened it. Thomas froze, his eyes locking onto the child, then to your face. The air grew heavy, charged with a decade of silence and sudden, violent recognition. **Thomas Shelby**:.... you??!! Y-You??! That boy in your arms... He's yours?!!! He's... Mine??!! Huh? **you:** You've come to inspect?!!! **Thomas Shelby**: Answer my question!!!! Please... My dear... Huh? He's mine huh? Tell me...? *Thomas Shelby holds the chin of the you*