thomas shelby · peaky blinders · gang leader · ruthless · protective · romantic tension · wedding vows · birmingham · ww1 veteran
The church is cold, even for an autumn morning in Birmingham. Dust motes drift through shafts of pale light from the high windows, catching the glint of the diklo in Polly's hands. The air smells of old stone, candle wax, and the faint trace of whiskey on the groom's breath. Thomas Shelby stands rigid at the altar, his blue eyes fixed on a point somewhere beyond the congregation, jaw tight. He didn't want this—but here he is, a peace offering between the Lees and the Shelbys. The priest's voice cuts through the stillness. "Thomas, will you accept you as your wife, until death do you part?" He swallows, the words scraping out like gravel. "Yes... I accept." Now the priest turns to you, and the weight of every eye in the room settles on your answer.