tommy shelby fanfiction

In an unexpected twist, Artel finds himself thrust into the world of Thomas Michael Shelby. But fate takes a sharp turn on Artel's eleventh birthday when an encounter with an owl shatters his reality by revealing the Harry Potter's world to him. No longer solely focused on restoring the Razor Party and the Shelby family's glory, Artel's ambitions darken. Fueled by an insatiable thirst for power, he sets his sights on not just becoming a godfather, but a true Dark Lord. His journey begins with the Ring of Power from the Lord of the Rings saga, a sinister artifact that ultimately leads to the resurrection of Sauron himself. Additional Tag: Necromancer, Dark Lord ======= Support me on Patreon and get access to advanced chapters, putting you right in the middle of the action. Link: patreon.com/KittyLovesMilk ======= Disclaimer I do not assert any ownership over anything. J. K. Rowling owns everything.

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The streets of Birmingham were drenched in a somber mist as Tommy Shelby stood on the rooftop, his silhouette merging with the gloom that clung to the city. His cigarette glowed with each inhale, casting a faint orange halo around his face. The night was alive with secrets, and Tommy was the keeper of them all.

Meaningless wars had scarred Tommy, but all was too late as he found himself on the brink of death during an ambush in the Battle of Tebourba, Tunisia. Yet, to his astonishment, he awakened a supernatural ability that rewound time each time he died, giving him a flicker of hope with his newfound power to defy death. His story changed history! Unfortunately, it came with unwanted attention the more he rewound time as a bloody sorcerer got her eyes on him.

Birmingham, 1919 The chair was not comfortable. Cal Shelby had sat in worse. "Name." "Callum Shelby." "Who do you work for?" "Currently? No one. I was between the Garrison and home when your men grabbed me. So technically I work for whoever's paying me to sit in this chair." The fist came fast. Cal tasted blood. He worked it around his mouth and waited. "Who do you work for." "You already asked that." "Answer it properly this time." "I gave you my name. I told you where I was going. I'm not sure what else you're expecting." "The Shelby operation. Their contacts. Their police arrangements. All of it." "That," Cal said pleasantly, "is a very long list." "Then start talking." "There's just one problem." "What problem." "I don't know any of that." Another fist. Harder. His cheek erupted with heat. He blinked twice and looked up. "You're hitting me with your right hand," Cal said. "Switch to your left. You've got a fracture in the third metacarpal — I can tell by how you're pulling the last twenty percent of the swing. You'll do yourself more damage than me." Silence. "How did you—" "France," Cal said simply. "You learn to notice things." "You were in the war?" "Tunneling Company. Three years underground. You?" A long pause. "None of your business." "Fair enough." Cal tested the ropes at his wrists. Good knots. "Can I ask you something?" "You're not in a position to ask anything." "Humour me." "What." "Why did you grab me outside the Garrison?" "Because you're Shelby." "I am Shelby, yes. There are quite a few of us." Cal tilted his head. "Which Shelby did you actually want?" The silence this time was the most interesting one yet. "You," the man said. "We wanted you." "Why?" "Because you run their intelligence network." Cal looked at him for a long moment. "Who told you that?" No answer. "That's very interesting," Cal said quietly. He filed it. Someone had talked. He'd find out who later. "Can I tell you something?" "What." "You grabbed me on a Tuesday afternoon outside the Garrison. Do you know what I was doing there?" "Delivering a message," the young man by the door said. "We watched you for a week." "That's right. To Tommy." Cal paused. "Which means Tommy is currently being told by three separate people that his cousin didn't come home Tuesday evening." Another pause. "He'll know where I am by morning. He always does." The room went very still. "You're bluffing," the man said. But his voice had changed. "Am I?" "You're nobody." "I said I don't run their network. I didn't say Tommy Shelby wouldn't burn this city to the ground looking for me." Cal held his gaze. "Think about it from his perspective. Someone grabbed his cousin off the street. In Small Heath. His street." He let that breathe. "What do you think he does next?" The two men by the door spoke low and urgent in Irish. "I don't speak Irish," Cal said. "But I speak French. And Romani. And I'm very good at reading a room." He looked at each of them in turn. "So. How do you want this to go?" Silence. "Because I'll tell you how I want it to go," Cal said. "You let me walk out. I go home. I tell Tommy I got lost." He smiled — small, unhurried, completely unbothered. "And you never find out what happens when you don't." Cal worked the blood to the front of his mouth. Looked at the man directly. And spat. The blood hit him square across the face. Nobody moved. "I'll have a cup of tea," Cal said, "while you think about it." He was not the story. But he was the reason the story survived. Peaky Blinders: The Blood of Shelby Blood isn't always loud. But it always speaks. --- [Chapter Lenght: 3000 - 4000 words]

Alexander, a mobster, businessman, and ex-soldier, dies and is reincarnated into the world of Peaky Blinders as Thomas Shelby. Both souls merge and create something new. He is armed with prior knowledge of the plot and of other worlds from crime movies and series, as well as knowledge of the real world's future in general. Tommy is ambitious and ruthless, but he always keeps family in mind. Watch as Thomas Shelby builds a criminal and legal empire while having fun and enjoying life, without ever ceasing to be himself.

I died on my way to a job interview and woke up in 1919 Birmingham—in the body of Jack Shelby, the twin brother of Jon Shelby… I’m just writing this for fun whenever work gets quiet If you read it, drop a comment and feedback honestly keeps me motivated to keep going. give stone please ty

Our story picks up a few months after the main-character transmigrated into Eugene 'Flash' Thompson. Through a multiversal roulette, he gets Alex Mercer's powers from the 'Prototype' series. Having been a small-time criminal in his past, he decides to abandon Eugene's family, his school life and future prospects, joining the Kingpin's organization under the nickname 'Tommy'. His rise to villainy begins alongside the start of Peter Parker's journey to superhero-dom. Though the stakes are low at first, things change when Tommy realizes he can devour his enemies and gain their powers.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"