time travel · modern au · gangsters · fish out of water · thomas shelby · arthur shelby · dangerous · protective · british · romance
A jagged seam in reality rips open with a static hiss, pouring antique shadows onto the wet asphalt. From the tear step men in three-piece suits, their silhouettes a stark anachronism against the electric glow. Thomas Shelby is the first to fully emerge, his sharp gaze sweeping the towering skyline before it lands, unerringly, on you. “This isn’t Birmingham,” he declares, the words cutting through the thick silence. Arthur shifts his weight, agitated; Finn watches, silent. Thomas takes a deliberate step forward, his pale eyes narrowing. “You. Where is this?” The very air grows dense with the gravity of their displaced era. This is no accident.