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Peaky Blinders Fanfic

Chapter 1:

“Right (Y/N), we’ve gotta seal the deal in this meetin’ today, we need the Shelby’s now more than ever and I have no idea what we’re gonna fuckin’ do if we don-”

“Yes Mr. Hill” you replied cutting your boss off. If you didn’t stop him there he would go on forever, which he had a tendency to do when he is stressing about something.

“Don’t fuckin’ interrupt me. It’s fuckin’ rude” He spat before necking back his third glass of whiskey, he slammed the glass down on his desk before carrying on to lecture you “what I’m gettin’ at girl is shut ya mouth in there got it? an’ I mean it. I don’t wan’ nothin’ from you. I need this deal and the last thin’ I fuckin’ need is you tryna input and talkin’ them outta it” he’s right though, you’ve been known in the past to ruin his business deals. You didn’t mean to, you just kind of saw him wrecking it for himself because nine times out of ten he was pissed, and you just try to help which normally ends up making it worse… “All I wan’ you t'do is accompany me an’ look pretty like a fuckin’ secretary should” You nodded in agreement.

Satisfied with his speech Mr. Hill got up and put on his coat before leaving his office “Let’s get this over with then” you followed behind in silence.


The car pulled up at Garrison Lane, the driver nodded to Hill, signalling you’d reached your destination. Lifting his cap in thanks he got out of the car, and walked towards the Garrison pub. You hurriedly followed suit behind him “This is it now (Y/N)” he turned to you and gave what you thought was a very small hint of an appreciated smile, it was very sudden before his face turned to a grimace, he was clearly nervous about meeting the Shelby’s. To be honest you don’t blame him, his entire career and reputation was on the line. Hill had got himself into a war with another gangster family in London. He was losing. He needed the Shelby’s for protection and more for title. If rivalling gangsters and businesses knew that the Shelby’s were working with him, they wouldn’t dare start confrontation.

You both entered the busy pub, expecting to see the Shelby’s straight away you both looked around in an attempt to find them. Well…. You thought they’d be quite distinct from the regular customers, men who’d gone for a beer after their shift or other blokes who’d probably just had an argument with their missus and was drinking beer talking themselves out of their marriage when they know they’ll go back anyway. Same old same old, you liked observing other people and what they were doing, imagining what their lives are like and what they were like.

“Lennie Hill?” Yourself and Hill both turned to the voice, a guy standing behind the bar “I’m Harry, the owner… Mr. Shelby has asked me to look out for you. They’re all waiting for you in here” he gestured to a door. You followed him through into a separate room with a very small seating area just big enough to for you all to comfortably fit in.

“Tommy Shelby” Hill smiled, holding out his hand walking towards the Shelby’s. Neither three of them moved in the slightest, Tommy continued to puff on his cigarette. Hill dropped his hand back down to his waist and sat down opposite the boys. You followed behind sitting down next to him.

Tommy looked at you, and it wasn’t like a glance, it was a long look, he looked you up and down without any expression on his face. You felt slightly embarrassed so moved your eye contact to something different in the room pretending not to notice or be bothered. He turned back to Hill, still smoking on his cigarette “It’s Mr. Shelby to you Lennie. Let’s be professional now…. You know John and Arthur” Tommy gestured to either side of him where a brother sat.

“Of course Mr. Shelby” Hill replied, the nerves had faded from his voice and he sounded serious and a bit more composed.

Tommy finished is cigarette putting out the butt on the table before lighting up another one, he inhaled a long puff “Well…. Lets talk business Mr. Hill”

Harry entered the room, smiling at the Shelby’s, they didn’t seem to mind, you assume they trust him and he knows to keep what he hears to himself. He places another round of drinks on the table for the Shelby’s and gives each of you and Hill a glass of the same before leaving the room again. You managed to nod at him before he left to say thank you, remembering you was under strict instructions not to speak.

Hill took a swig of his drink before explaining his situations and proposing a deal “I’m in a war with the Nickson family. I have more power and money than them but they have a lot more people. I need protection and a title. I need more men and I want the three of you to fight with me if need be.”

The three Shelby brothers looked at each other and rolled their eyes grinning. This is probably a ‘deal’ they are asked for every day with other gangsters as well…. A deal for protection.

Tommy doesn’t hesitate to answer “No”

Hill is slightly taken back by his sudden abrupt reply. He stutters and thinks of something back to say to persuade the Shelby’s.

“Who’s this?” John points to you, turning his head to Hill.

“My secretary. This is (Y/N)”

“Is she mute, why does she not speak?” John raises his eye brow amused at the conversation

You cock your head to one side and smile at him. So desperate to talk. You reckon you could persuade them to make the deal… don’t know how but you’re sure of it. You must be going purple you’re so busting for all these different sentences and words to fly out but you continue to smile at him.

“She knows to be quiet, this is adults business…. It’s not (Y/N)’s strong point” Hill replies with a sly dig to you followed by a laugh. Nobody joins in the Shelby’s sit in silence and look from yourself to him again.

“That’s not very polite” John wags his finger at Hill before looking back to you “I don’ see why you can’t talk love. Your boss hasn’ even proposed a good deal so I would exclude this from adults business” He smiled

You blushed and opened your mouth to reply but you were cut off “Are you a whore?” Your head shot to Tommy who has a blank expression on his face.

Frowning you were about to start insulting the sod for calling you that. Hill could predict what you were about to do so spoke before you could respond. “She’s my secretary”

“I’m talkin’ to the fuckin’ girl, if I wanted to fuckin’ ask you a question I’d fuckin’ talk to you not ‘er” Tommy raised his voice in reply before turning back to me “Are. You. A. Whore?”

Everyone looked to you for a response, you were absolutely fuming, how dare he ask you that, you felt so humiliated and embarrassed. No, you wasn’t to be intimidated by Tommy Shelby like everybody else was. No, you were going to play the bastard at his own game “Do I look like a whore?” you replied politely.

Tommy seemed taken back by your response he took a long puff of his cigarette before furrowing his eyebrows “excuse me?”

“I said, do. I. Look. Like. A. Whore?”

The air was silent for a few seconds “No” Arthur quickly responded before Tommy could say any more on the matter.

“Look Mr. Shelby. I’m prepared to offer a percentage of my income whilst you Shelby’s work with me and on top of that I am prepared to pay a lump sum now” Hill changed topic of conversation, clearly feeling as unpleasant as you did, he too just wanted to settle a deal and leave.

“I fuckin’ said no” Tommy bluntly responded

“Okay, what about thirty per-”

“D'ya not understand you fuckin’ idiot we said no” Arthur shouted, almost repeating his brothers words.

“Look Lennie, I’ll ask you the same thin’ as I ask everyone else who offers us fuckin’ stupid deals. Why should I? How will this benefit us? It will only benefit you. We have our own money and power, we don’ fuckin’ need yours” Tommy questioned Hill making a good point.

Clearly defeated, Hill let out a long exasperated breath. “Very well”

Relieved you both start to get up, Hill realising there’s no way the Shelby’s want business with him. Thank god, you can get out of here.

“Why does she work for you Lennie?” Tommy questioned, talking about you. Your eyes narrowed, why the hell is he bringing this up again.

Feeling deflated Hill responded in a bored, tired manner “Cos’ she does Tommy. Cos’ she’s smart an’ I see potential in her. She’s loyal an’ I pay her well”

Tommy nodded accepting the answer he was given. Just was you were both about to leave he stopped you “Wait”

Hill turned slowly, with his jacket slung over his arm, all he wanted to do was get out of there. He needed to try make new arrangements and plans on what step to make next with his war against the Nickson’s. “Yes?”

“Actually, maybe you have something I want” Tommy stated. John looked towards you and smiled. Your stomach sunk and you got a rush of butterflies all at the same time. You had a very bad feeling about this.

“Anything” Hill replied with a twinge of hope in his voice, suddenly coming to life again.

“(Y/N)” Tommy responded with his demand. Reaching into the inside of his jacket pocket and pulling out another cigarette to smoke.


What do you guys think? I literally just had idea to make a Peaky Blinders fanfic tonight so I haven’t got a title nor many ideas right now for future chapters. I’m not even sure I’ll make more yet. It depends on the response. Let me know what you all think and if you have any suggestions on what I can do in the future or what I could call the fanfic…. I’d love to here from you!

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With Our Backs to the Wall (The Darkness Will Fall) - Preview

So for those of you who don’t know, I have been working on my first multi-chapter fic for the past few weeks. It is an AU in which instead of being stranded on the island for 5 years, Oliver enlists in the U.S. Army. It’s also an Age Difference AU between Oliver and Felicity, 12 years to be exact. I’ve decided to start posting it soon so I thought I would put out a little preview.

“Okay, by my estimate you haven’t had sex in 1,839 days. Unless there’s something you want to tell me.” He gives Tommy a blank look. “Right, so as your wingman might I suggest the fiery hot redhead in the sinfully tight dress?”

“What would Laurel think if she heard this?” 

“Hey, this is for you, not me. None of them hold up to Laurel in my eyes.”

“Merlyn, I do believe you are thoroughly whipped.” Tommy looks as if he’s going to protest but only ends up giving him a self-deprecating smile.

“What can I say, man? She’s incredible.” Oliver would have to agree on that. 

Looking around, he catches sight of a blonde at the end of the bar. She’s standing by herself with her back to them and running a hand through her slightly curled hair. The royal blue dress she’s wearing falls to the floor but her entire back is on display. It’s all skin, starting at her shoulders and ending at the base of her spine, the cut just shy of indecent.

“I’ll be right back.”

Before he knows it Oliver is crossing to the other side of the bar. He walks up behind the girl and briefly places a hand on her back to grab her attention. She turns to face him and he barely gets out a word before she throws her arms around him.

“Oliver!” Wait, he knows that voice. “You’re back! I’m so glad you’re home!” He really, really knows that voice but can’t seem to place it. The warmth of this girl in his arms is a bit distracting and he pulls away before something embarrassing comes up. 

“Ollie! Felicity! I found you guys.” Oh shit. 

“Felicity?”

“You go away for five years and forget about everybody? Come on, Oliver, I told you I dyed my hair in one of those letters.” Oh fucking shit.

No, this beautiful blonde bombshell cannot be Felicity. Felicity has brown hair and braces and glasses that are slightly too big for her face.  She’s disproportionate limbs and regularly teasing him with Thea. Felicity is a girl twelve years younger than him, not this woman standing before him now. Because if it is Felicity, he just had some very inappropriate thoughts about the girl he and his family have basically adopted as their own. Did he mention she is twelve years younger than him and best friends with his baby sister?

wander-luzt  asked:

Yayayayay I've been wondering what other people think of Hedwig and Tommy Gnosis like I've read different interpretations of Hedwig transforming into Tommy Gnosis and them being the same person or that Tommy is what Hedwig wants to be but I can't decide haha Do you have any feelings on that?

Hi there! This is a great question, and is quite complex.

Theatre historian and director Scott Miller has written a brilliant essay on Hedwig and the Angry Inch (which I highly encourage everyone to read), including a discussion of Hedwig’s multifaceted relationship to Tommy, which you can read here:

http://www.newlinetheatre.com/hedwigchapter.html

The way I see it, Hedwig’s relationship with Tommy can be seen as a strata of increasingly metaphorical layers, layers which often intermingle.

On the most concrete level, Tommy is a young man with whom Hedwig has fallen in love, who has “taken the good stuff and ran,” leaving Hedwig with nothing but bitter memories, a ruined career, and a longing for the one that got away.

One a more metaphorical level, Tommy is the one whom Hedwig sees as her other half, however as Scott Miller points out, Tommy is also a blank slate onto which Hedwig has projected her desire to find the one whom she believes will complete her. In this way Tommy is both Hedwig’s other half, and her creation; he is the empty vessel that she has filled with her songs. Like a god, she has created her other half, as Pygmalion created Galatea. But as Hedwig’s mother reminds her, absolute power corrupts, and this godlike, nearly hubristic act also brings about Hedwig’s downfall.

On yet another level, Tommy is the male half of Hedwig, the Hansel that was destroyed when Hedwig split herself in two in order to escape to the other side of the Wall. Tommy is the internalized self that Hedwig had to suppress to find freedom, and as is written in the Gnostic Gospel of Thomas (excerpts from which JCM printed in Hedwig’s script notes): ”If you bring forth that which is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.”

And on a meta level, Tommy and Hedwig are both aspects of John Cameron Mitchell. Tommy came first, as the stage version of JCM in the original story that he wanted to perform; Hedwig then emerged later, encouraged by Stephen Trask, as the other half of this personality.

Hedwig and Tommy are mirrors of each other, like the scene in the movie when Hedwig holds up the mirror, and Tommy’s reflected face becomes half of her own. They are yin and yang, female and male, two sides of the same coin. And ultimately, Hedwig comes to the understanding that there is no dualistic divide between these two halves; they each reside within. Once Hedwig/Hansel can accept that they are whole unto themself, they can transcend the need for their “other half” and find completion and unity. At the end of the show, Hedwig effectively subsumes Tommy, and is able to move forward as a whole person.

With Our Backs to the Wall (The Darkness Will Fall) - Chapter 1

Summary: Oliver returns from 5 years in the Army to find home very different than he left it and his little sister’s best friend, Felicity Smoak, all grown up. When a threat is made on Felicity’s life, keeping her at arms length isn’t as easy as Oliver thought it would be.

Rating: T (for now)

Paring: Olicity

Tags: Army AU, Age Difference AU

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Chapter 1: Welcome Home, It’s a Different Kind of Battlefield

Preview:

“Okay, by my estimate you haven’t had sex in 1,839 days. Unless there’s something you want to tell me.” He gives Tommy a blank look. “Right, so as your wingman might I suggest the fiery hot redhead in the sinfully tight dress?”

“What would Laurel think if she heard this?”

“Hey, this is for you, not me. None of them hold up to Laurel in my eyes.”

“Merlyn, I do believe you are thoroughly whipped.” Tommy looks as if he’s going to protest but only gives him a self-deprecating smile.

“What can I say, man? She’s incredible.” Oliver would have to agree on that.

Looking around, he catches sight of a blonde at the end of the bar. She’s standing by herself with her back to them and running a hand through her slightly curled hair. The royal blue dress she’s wearing falls to the floor but her entire back is on display. It’s all skin, starting at her shoulders and ending at the base of her spine, the cut just shy of indecent yet still classy.

“I’ll be right back.”

Before he realizes it Oliver is crossing to the other side of the bar. He walks up behind the girl and briefly places a hand on her back to grab her attention. She turns to face him and he barely gets out a word before she throws her arms around him.

“Oliver!” Wait, he knows that voice. “You’re back! I’m so glad you’re home!”

He really, really knows that voice but for some reason can’t seem to place it. The warmth of the girl in his arms is a bit distracting and he pulls away before something embarrassing happens.

“Ollie! Felicity! I finally found you guys.” Oh shit.

“Felicity?”

“What? You go away for five years and forget about everybody? Come on, Oliver, I told you I dyed my hair in one of those letters.” Oh fucking shit.

No, this beautiful blonde bombshell cannot be Felicity. Felicity has brown hair and braces and glasses that are slightly too big for her face.  She’s disproportionate limbs and regularly teasing him with Thea. Felicity is a girl twelve years his junior, not this woman standing before him now. She can’t be. Because if she is Felicity, then he just had some very inappropriate thoughts about the girl he and his family have basically adopted as their own.

Did he mention she is twelve years younger than him and best friends with his baby sister?