peaky blinders fanfic

[HIATUS]It was 2022 outside. A young guy serving in the Russian Guard, on one of his missions, was hit by grenade fragments that severely grazed his internal organs. Filled with despair and resigned to his fate, he could only slowly wait for his death. After the sparkle of life disappeared in his eyes, a quiet ringing with an indistinct voice sounded in his head. - "The Mafia system has been successfully integrated into the host's body. If you accept the terms, click on the [Accept] button.” If you want to support Me: Patreon.com/JasmeRy

The Peaky fucken Blinders I unfortunately don’t own anything to do with the Peaky Blinders. All I own is my OC

Marcus Cole Ashford expected a lonely death in a Boston apartment, but fate had other plans. Thrust into the soot-stained streets of 1919 Birmingham, he wakes in the body of a shell-shocked veteran with nothing but a cough and a cold, calculating mind. While the Shelby family carves their name in blood, Marcus uses the Industrial Empire Architect system to turn logistics into a weapon. From optimizing factory inventory to establishing a network of street urchin spies, he is building a legitimate kingdom in an illegitimate world. In a city where razors dictate the law, Marcus is betting that information and capital are the only real currencies. He isn't here to join the Peaky Blinders; he's here to own the ground they walk on.

**The Problem with Neutrality? Eventually, Everyone Makes You Pick a Side.** James "Jimmy" Cartwright built his reputation on two things: solving problems that violence can't fix, and never taking sides in Birmingham's brutal gang wars. As the city's premiere fixer, he forges documents, arranges blackmail, and makes the impossible possible—for anyone who can meet his price and pass his moral code. But in the winter of 1922, neutrality becomes a luxury he can no longer afford. When Thomas Shelby arrives at Jimmy's office with an impossible deadline—save Arthur from the gallows in 72 hours—the offer comes with strings attached. Work exclusively for the Peaky Blinders, and Tommy will reveal the truth about Mary Cartwright's death, the sister Jimmy lost five years ago in a suspicious factory "accident." Desperate for answers and unable to refuse, Jimmy enters the violent world of the Shelby family. His weapons aren't fists or guns, but leverage and forgery, intelligence and manipulation. While Arthur, John, and the other Blinders solve problems with violence, Jimmy dismantles enemies with nothing but a pen and his brilliant, strategic mind. But the deeper Jimmy digs into his sister's past, the more dangerous his position becomes: **A traitor lurks within the Shelby organization**, feeding information to their enemies—and that traitor has evidence that could destroy Jimmy's reputation forever. **His sister's killer isn't some factory foreman**, but a powerful Birmingham councilman who's positioned himself as untouchable, using his political influence to wage war on the Shelbys from behind closed doors. **And Jimmy's one unbreakable rule—never kill—is about to be tested** when Tommy offers the simplest solution: a bullet in the dark, and all Jimmy's problems disappear. Caught between his principles and his thirst for justice, Jimmy must orchestrate his most elaborate con yet. He'll need to outthink corrupt police, ambitious politicians, and even the Peaky Blinders themselves. Because in a world where everyone settles disputes with violence, the man who refuses to kill must be twice as clever—and three times as ruthless. They say the pen is mightier than the sword. Jimmy's about to prove it can be far more cruel. **In Small Heath, blood is cheap. Information is expensive. And loyalty costs everything.** --- Schedule: 7 chapters/week Chapter Lenght: 3000 - 4000 words

In a gritty 1920s Birmingham, a modern-day data analyst named Luca finds himself mysteriously transmigrated into a world of street gangs and cutthroat crime. Bound to him is the Calculated Risk System, a cryptic A.I. that quantifies every variable and outcome, turning the city into a complex board game of probabilities. As Luca uses the System’s predictions to outmaneuver rivals and build a criminal empire, he uncovers a larger truthIn a gritty 1920s Birmingham, a modern-day data analyst named Luca finds himself mysteriously transmigrated into a world of street gangs and cutthroat crime. Bound to him is the Calculated Risk System, a cryptic A.I. that quantifies every variable and outcome, turning the city into a complex board game of probabilities. As Luca uses the System’s predictions to outmaneuver rivals and build a criminal empire, he uncovers a larger truth

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]

A brass-cornered ledger appears in a returning-soldier's coat pocket on the train into Birmingham, 1919, and it offers him jobs his body has to die to complete. Henry Coulson was a London paralegal with flat feet and a forged identity, the only man on the platform who never fought, and the Garrison Ledger does not care. Each ticket drops him into a simulated life that ends in a death he then has to walk off, scarred and quieter, while Tommy Shelby decides whether the clerk who never gambles is asset or liability. He chooses Lizzie Stark before the canon hand of any other man writes her name. Polly Gray notices that he is too good with numbers, which is not the same as being trusted. The book in his coat is keeping accounts on a city of men who already have ledgers of their own.

Thomas Shelby died and awoke in a world full of knights, swords and magic. Bloody hell, magic exists? Thomas Tyrell must now navigate a world where betrayal lurks at every corner, he only knows of two things, power and family. How far will he rise to protect his new family? Expect some power plays, battles, betrayals, light uplift and tragedy, but also hope, deep hope. By Whaboutism.

In a world already soaked in blood and betrayal, one man returns from death — armed with the memories of another life and the skills of a perfect killer. James Shelby, twin brother to John, is not bound by fate or fear. He carves his own empire into the heart of 1920s Birmingham, reshaping the Peaky Blinders from a street gang into an unstoppable force. But every crown built from blood has a price. This is just an idea I had floating around so don't expect to much. Please leave comments on how I could improve the story and the character. Going to be busy for a few weeks updates will be every now and then when I have time.

[Ding! The 'Randomly Spend' Tycoon System is at your service.] On her way to work, Yun Zijin was bound by a system named 'Randomly Spend'. [Spending Task Completed. A 2x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Villa No. 1 at Xingyu Mansion. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] [Spending Task Completed. A 3x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Dingsi Building. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] ... Yun Zijin was dazzled by the system's rewards, only to be told that her wealthy parents had found her? That she's the true daughter of the Xia Family of Dijing? Being bound to the Tycoon System was exciting for Yun Zijin, but she refused to be part of any cliché wealthy family drama. The Xia Family of Dijing? Yun Zijin: Get lost! Don't even think about associating with me!