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

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Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.