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Blue Flames and Detective Games

“We’re going on a road trip!” Jug exclaimed, only halfway through the door. Betty took a step back as Jughead excitedly shuffled through to the kitchen. “Um, Jug, it’s fireworks night. We’re supposed to be meeting Archie and Veronica at the drive in, remember?” Betty replied.

“We’ll be back before then, we have hours. There’s this old dirt trail I found out by the woods and with all the work my dad and I have been doing on the bike it’s the perfect test run. Come on Betty, It’s not like you to say no  to a little adrenaline.” Jughead wince and Betty let out a sigh.

“Fine, but if we’re not back for the fireworks you’re dealing with the wrath of Veronica Lodge.” Betty quipped.

“That’s incentive enough for me.”

Betty grabbed her serpent jacket and followed Jughead out on to the drive where their two wheeled companion shone under the sunlight. Within minutes they were flying towards the riverdale woods, Betty’s arms wrapped tightly around Jughead’s waist. Overhanging trees began to create a tunnel like path through the woods. An hour later they had pulled over for Jughead to collect his bearings.

“I cannot believe we’re lost jug! My mother is going to kill me if she finds out I’ve been in the woods again.” Betty was pacing with her hands rubbing her temples.

“Just, uh… think of it as an adventure. I just need to think for a few moments,  I’m sure there was a road here somewhere.” replied.

Suddenly a burst of blue flames went up in the distance, and the sound of screams rung out. Jughead grabbed Betty and held her close for a few moments.

“What the hell is that Jug?” Betty’s eyes widened as the flames grew.

“I don’t know, maybe a firework went wrong or something. We definitely should turn back, right?” Jughead looked down at Betty, who’s eyes had turned from shocked to curious in a matter of seconds.

“Well, I mean, that would definitely be the sensible thing to do.” Betty mumbled whilst looking up at Jughead.

A few minutes later they were making their way through thick shrubbery until they came into view of the flames, engulfing a large tree. Two figures could be seen in the distance but were hard take make out, all except for a bright red coat. Suddenly the flames were gone, along with the mysterious figures.

Betty and Jughead waited until they were sure it was safe and emerged from the bushes to inspect the tree.

“Jug, the tree, It doesn’t seem to have burnt at all. How is that possible?” Betty asked, touched the tree with her fingertips and running them along the lowest branch. Jughead shaked his head in uncertainty.

“I know it sounds weird Betty, but I think I recognise this tree, and if we are where I think we are…” Jughead looked around.

“What, Jug? Where are we?” Betty took a few steps closer to him.

“We’re in Greendale.”

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Thinking about trying to do some FP fanfic recently since I can’t get that damn serpent out of my head, so if anyone is looking for something specific drop me a message and I’ll give it a go! 

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The Bakery Girl Pt. 3 - Peaky Blinders fic.

The bell rang and you hurried downstairs. When you looked up from pulling on your gloves you were expecting to see Tommy Shelby, instead stood a shorter blonde man, with the same cap and chewing on a toothpick. 

“I’m John, Tommy was busy. Car’s outside, best hurry before all the good alcohol goes.” He mumbled before holding open the door. You nodded a thank you in his direction and went outside. A large, expensive, black motor was pulled up in front of the shop, drawing much attention from the neighbours peering their heads out of doors and over fences.

“You’d think no one had ever seen a bloody car before.” John remarked before helping you up into the car. 

“Not one like this i’d imagine.” You giggled back. John shuffled uncomfortably and gave an attempt at a smile in return. 

John escorted you into the garisson, and as you went to go up to the bar he grabbed your elbow and redirected you. “Whe..” 

“Tommy has the private room, be prepared though, you’re about to meet Arthur. The owner of this fine establishment.” You could sense the sarcasm but kept any questions to yourself. John guided you to a door next to the front entrance, before it opened you could hear a booming theatrical voice. 

“Then BAM! He went over just like that. I’m telling you Tommy these lads these days go down like bloody rag dolls! Just shows they don’t have no fucking common sense anymore ey? Not like us lads, we’ll be fighting till we die! Even put up our fists to the old reaper himself ey Tommy?” 

Tommy coughed and nodded towards you and the tall thin man turned around and straightened out his suit. “Ah here she is! The infamous bakery girl we’ve heard so much about. I’m Arthur.” 

You went to shake his hand but he had already grabbed and gave you all too enthusiastic kisses on both cheeks. You flustered a little and smiled. Tommy was now standing and nodded a greeting.

“Please, Sit.” 

You did as instructed and sat opposite tommy, and before Arthur could grab the chair next to you John sat himself down. “Let’s save her some embarressment ey Arthur?” John teased and arthur put up both palms in joking retreat and sat down next to Tommy. 

“Whisky?” Tommy asked, already pouring it into your glass. Once again you downed it due to nerves, and Tommy refilled it immediately. 

“Christ Tommy, you finally found someone who might actually be able to keep up with us!” 

“I think you’ll find it’s the other way around.” You winked and They laughed. You were starting to relax until in typical Tommy style, the moment you did he gestured for the others to leave the room. They left with awkard false excuses and then it was just you and Mr Shelby. The air always seemed colder when it was just the two of you.

“Excuse my brother, he’s quite a character.” Tommy mentioned whilst lighting youa cigarette. 

“They were nice, seem like good fun to me.” 

“Depends what you do for fun Miss (Y/N)” 

You tried not to blush and looked down at your half empty whisky. 

“Why did they leave? Is there a problem?” You asked.

“No, no problem. In fact everything is going well, a rare occasion for this family. I need to ask you another favour.” His eyes had you pinned again, staring straight through you, watching every piece of body language, reading you like a book. You weren’t sure you had anything else to offer. You stayed quiet and let him continue. 

“You met John. He’s having some trouble at home as it’s just him and the kids and I’m going to need him this month. We were hoping you might be able to help out.” 

You were a little shocked, you had never been around kids before. 

“I know that the bakery living quarters are only half decent at best, and you don’t have all of the facilities that you need there. In return for helping with the kids, you would be able to stay in the house. There’s a seperate room upstairs.I’ve made it clear to John that your relationship will be purely professional.” 

You were too taken aback to speak, you were too busy trying to remember anything you were ever told about children. 

“I’ve made arrangements for your things and you will still work at the bakery, speaking of which Ada has also offered to help you due to lack of staff.” 

Your confusion quickly turned to anger.

“Hold on a second, You’ve ‘made arrangements’? You assumed that I have absolutely nothing going for me so I would say yes and gladly uproot my life and live with a stranger and his kids? This is what you do isn’t it? Someone does you a favour and you just wring out every last inch of them that you can use until you’re satisfied?” You spat your words at him. 

“Just getting my money’s worth, I don’t see what’s wrong with that.” He replied smugly, making you all the more angry. 

“You mean the money I insisted that you take back? Oh that’s really charming. Thank you for the Whisky Mr. Shelby, and unless you would like me to pay for it I’ll say good day.” 

You hurried out of the door and marched down the street. You stopped and paced back and forth to try and get rid of the built up anger. How dare he assume that you had nothing better to do! That you would just agree and play happy family with a stranger! You have things to do, like...Well like bake and...bake...” Suddenly the anger drained out of you and was replaced with sadness and embarrassment. Before you could beat yourself up too badly a hand on your shoulder made you jump and spin around. 

“(Y/N) I didn’t think you would react like that, It was my idea not Tommy’s I swear, I just thought it’d be better if he asked since you don’t really know me, didn’t once stop to think how bloody stupid it was, I figured since you knew the kids...”

“I know the kids?” You interrupted.

He paused and stuttered a little. “Well, yeah, I mean not really, but Ada brings them to the bakery sometimes for Iced Buns, every wednesday around..”

“Around 3pm, three boys and a girl...Katie? Yeah I remember now.” You had images of them in your head, it always made you melt how polite they were. 

“Anyway, I’m sorry alright? Don’t take it out on Tommy.” He was looking at his feet and fidgeted as he said it and then he turned around and began walking back to the garisson, as he started walking it began to rain.

“John!” You shouted and he turned. 

“What’s the address?” 

His face lit up and it made you giggle,melting away any lingering anger.

Sorry for the wait all, kind of had my life uprooted recently and have  been all kinds of busy. Hope you enjoy! 

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Cillian Murphy on the set of Peaky Blinders

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Writing fanfiction in a coffee shop sure is odd aha

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Hey guys, sorry for the delay it's been a really busy week with friends and family. Will get my head down tomorrow to finish the next few chapters :)

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@collecting-stories here - I love Bakery Girl pts 1 + 2. It's really great, I'm so looking forward to the next part of it!!

Hey! Thank you so much, I said before it would be up yesterday but I've been surprised with an early birthday present in the form of a concert. The great thing about writing is where it's going is a mystery to everyone! We will soon see 😊

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The tommy fic is so good!!! When are you posting part 3????

Thank you! I'll do my best to get it up today 😊

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You're an amazing writer 💛💛

I made a little happy squeal when I read this aha, thank you so much!

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Your Bakery Girl fic was so good! I'm so excited for more!

Thank you so much! The second part is up now 🤗

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The Bakery Girl - Peaky Blinders Pt.2

It had been a month since your first encounter with Thomas Shelby. Most of the time you could hardly hear a thing when they came through at night and other times you had covered your head with a pillow to drown the noises.

Mr Shelby had told all of his staff to go to the bakery for their lunches as opposed to the cafe down the road. The seating area had been full almost every lunchtime and you were happy to finally be able to make ends meet financially. You had figured that this was the reward for the use of the downstairs at night, and you were entirely thankful for it, that is until you recieved a startlingly large payment at the end of the month from Shelby Company Limited. 

You Held the slip in your hand as you read the numbers over and over to check that you had read it right. You grabbed your coat and headed straight to His office. After a while of waiting Lizzie told you to go through and although you had arrived stubbornly, you were now quite nervous. You walked in to his office where he sat behind his desk, cigarette in hand. 

“Come in, take a seat.” He gestured towards the chair and you made your way to it, all the while trying to stop your fingers shaking. 

“Mr Shelby, I…” 

“Drink?” He moved another glass over to the table and you nodded. He poured a large measure of whiskey and without a thought you took it down in one go. You looked up and you were met with an amused look on his face as he poured you another. 

“What can I do for you?” He asked.

 “I’m very greatful for the customers you have sent to the bakery, It makes it feel how it used to and it’s bringing in much needed money that is already more than I need. The payment I recieved from you, however, is far too much and I really can’t accept it. I hope that this doesn’t insult you, it’s just far too much for me to take.” You placed the slip of paper onto the table and slid it forward. 

He offered you a cigarette and took another for himself, lighting yours before his own. He stood up and paced behind his desk before leaning back against the counter behind.

“What do you think it is that we do when we come to the bakery at night?” 

His question startled you, as far as you recall the details weren’t to be discussed, it was part of the deal. You hesitated before answering. 

“I assumed that you needed space perhaps to keep stock for The Garrison. I understand that some of it’s rather pricey so I can understand your need to hide it somewhere unassuming, what some men would do for alcohol around here can be quite extreme.” You replied, not quite sure if that was the right answer. 

“The Garrison already has an alternate storage space by the docks. Although the bakery is closer, that might not be an awful idea. Anyway, you weren’t being honest before. I know how much money it costs to run the bakery. I also know how much you pay yourself, or rather how much you don’t pay yourself. And I know that you had to sell your home and move in above the bakery to try and make ends meet.” He stared straight into your eyes as he said all of this, making you feel pinned to the spot. You fianlly broke eye contact and took another sip of whiskey. 

“So it’s pity money?” 

“It is very rare that I pity anybody. You are now in business with me, therefore I am paying you for your services. It’s the same amount I would pay to rent a warehouse by the docks, I just happen to prefer the bakery for our particular needs. Also I suggest you use some of the money to buy a dress for Friday.” 

“Friday? I don’t remember you mentoning anything?” You were startled and trying to think fast if you had forgotten a meeting of some kind. 

“I didn’t, but I’m mentioning it now. There’s going to be a sort of party at The Garisson, a gathering of friends and business associates. I would like for you to be there.” He said it as if it was something completely ordinary, like he’d been inviting you to these things for years. 

You thought for a moment. It had been a while since you had been out and had some fun, you hadn’t had the time between the bakery and your fathers death, maybe it would be good for you to let your hair down. You could wander down after closing the bakery, have a few drinks and be on your way. What’s the harm? 

“I suppose that’ll be fine.” You responded, you had finally stopped feeling nervous and felt you had regained a bit of control over yourself. 

He nodded and on your way out of the door his voice followed, “I’ll pick you up at eight.” The nerves returned in a heartbeat. 

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The Bakery Girl - Peaky Blinders Fic Pt.1

The bakery was sweltering as the temperature outside reached what you assumed to be around 25 degrees. After filling the last few jam doghnuts you slump down on the wooden chair behind the counter and fanned yourself with a newspaper. When you were just about to drag yourself back to the kitchen to make some more bread, a glint caught your eye and you could have sworn it had come from the customers hat. 

“Good morning, what can I do for you?” You asked chirpily, frankly just happy to have a customer as the shop had been empty most of the day. Your smile faltered momentarily as you made eye contact, not feeling threatened, but not particularly comfortable. 

“You’re --’s Daughter, aren’t you?” He asked.

“Oh, yes, He isn’t...Here... anymore.” You looked down at the counter as you thought of your father. 

“Yes, I heard. Horrible accident. My name Is Thomas Shelby, by chance did your father ever mention me?” 

You froze for a second, realising that the man before you was a peaky blinder. You realised that the glint when he walked in had come from the razorblades. you looked up at him slowly. 

“I know your name, but I don’t recall my father mentioning you.” 

He nodded and moved closer to the counter, Placing his hat on the table top. “You see, your father was quite helpful to me occasionally. He did a few favours for me before he died and I was hoping you might be able to continue these favours. You would be rewarded, of course.”

“Oh, well I know he supplied pastries for a few of the offices around the area, I would be happy to continue supplying them for you I must have not seen your name on the list, I’ll check if I can find the order they must be around here somewhere.” 

You started looking and got interrupted by a cough and looked up to see the possible ghost of a smile on his face. 

“Not to be rude, but i’m not the kind of person who orders pastries.” 

You blushed and started fidgeting with your apron. 

“Your father was a good man. Occasionally I had a few things that needed to be hidden for a while and he kindly offered his help along with the space in the basement.” 

“Things?” You asked quietly. 

“Part of the agreement was not discussing the details.” 

Hiding things? It sounded dodgy to you, but could you really say no to a Peaky Blinder? Definitely not. 

“Oh, well if my father was happy to then I suppose it’s no trouble.” 

“Good girl.” You felt belittled but thought it best to stay quiet. 

“I already have a key so you may hear myself or one of my... colleagues coming and going at night. I’d suggest keeping the door at the bottom of the stairs locked.” He had a way of looking straight through you, it was both haunting and mesmerising. You nodded. He picked up his hat and began to leave. 

“Mr. Shelby! wait a minute”  You called to him and he turned. You dissapeared behind the counter for a few minutes and came up with a white bag and walked over to him. “Freshly made this morning, they never taste the same the day after and it’s been quiet today” 

There was an awkward silence before he took the bag. “That’s very kind of you. Make sure you keep that door locked.” Then he was gone, and the temperature rose after he had left as if a chill had been in the room. 

How strange, you thought as you wondered back to the counter. You hadn’t realised the gravity of the fact that you were now in business with the peaky blinders and more importantly, why would he need to come at night? 

[This was my first one so please let me know what you think! I’m not sure I got his character right but hopefully it’s not too bad!]