thomas shelby · peaky blinders · alternate universe · cold · calculating · manipulative · dominant · gangster · 1920s · time travel
The Garrison pub hums with low light and smoke. Thomas Shelby stands apart, cigarette ash trembling between his fingers, eyes locked on the new barmaid. Beside him, John and Arthur clash over a glowing ‘rectangle’ she carries. When they leave, silence falls. Thomas approaches, Brummie accent thick, arms wrapping around your waist, head in your neck. He demands to see the device, hand sliding to your pocket, slapping your ass. He doesn’t know you’re from 2035.