* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ — IN THE 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑲⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ( * 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. ) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

&&.

YOU CAN CHANGE WHAT
YOU ( * 𝐃𝐎 ), BUT YOU CAN’T
CHANGE WHAT YOU 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻.

THOMAS M. SHELBY.

THE 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 ONE. ╱ ex-slytherin, now deputy minister for magic with an extensive ‘family business’ on the side. the unyielding shelby patriarch.

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

( @eIeusinian. ) — per se, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been hoping for somewhat 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 news.

After all, he wouldn’t have handpicked and assigned her to the project if he hadn’t thought she could make a proper 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚.

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

&&.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 for @eIeusinian.

“But you’re at least makin’ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔?” The Deputy Minister enquires, glacial hues slipping momentarily down to the oak-panelled floorboards as he digests what she’s just told him.

He’s not quite 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅, —

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

@puraintentio — 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞.”

After all, they’re both known associates of 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒅 and, well—.

That’s hardly good for Britain, nor for 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

&&.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 for @puraintentio.

“You’ve done somethin’ very 𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 indeed, Mister Scamander,” Tommy comments as he lights a cigarette, leaning back against the bookshelf leisurely as he takes a drag, allowing a pause to elapse.

“You’ve managed to —

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

@puraintentio — cigarette, though he decides against it for the time being.

“No, as a matter o’ fact, I ‘ad some 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 for you, pertainin’ t’your relationships with 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 and 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 —

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

@BattleEquipped — another drag, glacial optics then proceeding to pierce into his fellow wizard across from him.

He really doesn’t know how much 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙧 he can be.

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

&&.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 for @BattleEquipped.

“I ‘ave a 𝐣𝐨𝐛 for you,” the Deputy Minister says once the door is finally closed, icy optics linking with the Hit Wizard’s now, hands clasped together in his lap as he leans back in his chair.

“Whisky?” Tommy offers the —

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

@BattleEquipped — there’s only one thing I can think of tha’ we do with 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨. Especially ones like him, tha’ pose 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 a great risk to the public, advocatin’ violence against upstandin’ citizens of our society, as well as the destruction of our 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐝 institutions.”

Cue —

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

@scftepilogue — cigarette to his lips yet again, taking a long drag.

“Sometimes company is nice; particularly that of a 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.”

Tommy doesn’t quite feel the need to introduce himself; these days, he doesn’t 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 to.

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

“Depends who you’re sharin’ it with,” Tommy answers noncommittally, in a fashion that could almost be described as 𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄.

“In my experience, 𝐧𝐨 company’s better than 𝙗𝙖𝙙 company.”

The words are followed by a casual swig, and a glance at her out the —

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

@scftepilogue — flickering on his brims.

“That it ‘𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭,” he murmurs, before raising his glass to her as the smile grows, increasing not only in size, but in 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, too.

“I’ve ‘ad far 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚, believe me,” he chuckles, shaking his head a little as he raises —

[* 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑩𝒀. @rubrumdextra]

/ to be extra clear, this account is purely an hp!, fantastic beasts-era!au of tommy shelby.

while i certainly love the show dearly, i will not be writing my tommy in accordance with the show’s canon.

cheers.