the wilds toni and 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.

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]

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.

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

As a small kitten, Ash was taken from her mother and her littermates by twolegs and has been trying to escape ever since. When she does, she meets a strange group of cats and is invited to join the clan life.

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

[Irresistible Female Lead + Beast World + 1vN + Male Rivalry Shuraba + A Record of Time Management Fails] The moment she opened her eyes, Ruan Fu transmigrated into a Beast World novel as the infertile, vicious female side character. Before her was one of the female lead's Beast Husbands, who was currently in heat. Recalling her original ending of being humiliated and dying a tragic death, Ruan Fu decisively decided to take a piece of the pie from the female lead. Thus, not only did she snatch away her men, but she also played innocent, making the top-tier males of the Beast World willingly become her protectors. However, Ruan Fu, who firmly believed in having multiple options and paths, never expected that by just crooking her finger, they would all swarm towards her. Seeing this, Ruan Fu decided that of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, fleeing was the best option, leaving them behind in disarray on the battlefield of male rivalry. ——Disaster Skit—— On the day of Ruan Fu's wedding to the cold and gloomy snake-man, a large group of Beastmen from other clans suddenly appeared in Snake Valley. The aloof and abstinent Dragon Clan Clan Leader blocked the front of the hall, "Fufu, let's go to that hot spring you said you wanted to soak in last night." The domineering Tiger Clan leader, bursting with raw tension, tightly gripped her hand, "A fu, I will not allow you to marry him." The aloof and tsundere cat-eared youth knelt before her: "Fufu, don't you want to touch my cat ears again?" The rational and cunning Fox Clan Fate held up her hair ribbon, "A fu, you left this at my place." The gentle, husband-like Rabbit Clan Shaman watched her tenderly: "A fu, I missed you." ... In response, the one and only legal Beast Husband declared, "What does my wedding have to do with any of you? Get the hell out." But unexpectedly, the younger brother he had always doted on cut in front of him, "Brother, actually, the one who isn't loved is the real third wheel..."