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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 9 days ago

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The Lion, the witch and the Redo

Luca Changretta's ghost links to a DeGhant witch, traveling back in time. He desires a do over. Will he choose to reform or seek revenge?

Chapter 1: Distilled for the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness

"Come on, you said you wanted to be a teacher right, you gotta like history." The young man weaved his way behind the curtain and through a roped off section of the club. The inky blackness enclosed them at all sides. Eden grabbed her phone with her one free hand and activated her flashlight. Leo, as he'd said his name was, had a tight grip on her other hand dragging her through the forbidden section.

"This used to be a museum. They closed it down when I was still a kid due to all the weird occurrences." He sounded excited and intrigued.

" I'm becoming a teacher for little kids, I'm not just teaching history." Eden laughed. Her nerves were getting the better of her. She could smell cigarette smoke and strong alcohol. She wondered if they distilled their own spirits here. Massive oak barrels lined the way like forgotten wooden soldiers. The old silver pipes were dark grey and patchy with thick dust. This place had been closed for quite awhile.

"What kind of weird occurrences." she asked with trepidation now concerned to go further. She shivered. The smoke was now hung in the air like a net bearing down on her.

Being a witch she was more spiritually susceptible then the average person. Her strong bloodline of female witches kept the power active and strong. Spirits of the once living variety and the alcoholic kind were nothing new to her.

"This is interesting, I promise. It's historical." Eden had taken her hand back and to her surprise there was no protest to Leo. She wasn't the first girl he'd taken back here. God above she was so stupid. She always went for the silly little boys didn't she. She looked around as he sat back and braced his feet on the table. "Don't I look like a gangster?" He laughed at his own joke.

Eden raised an eyebrow. He was maybe 5'8, reedy thin and had curly blonde hair like the son god Apollo. He looked like a little kid.

"Geez." She closed her eyes and sighed.

"There are still bullet holes in the floor. Some mafia shit." He was moving around now from the footsteps. She opened her hazel eyes and glanced around the room. Someone was here with them. She prayed to God he was luring her here for some kinda sex trafficking. He looked calm and goofy.

She humored him and bent down to touch the hole.

"What the fuck is with this kid eh? No respect for the dead." She could smell the tobacco scent and rich cologne burning in her nose. " I know you can see me, Angela. You're touched by real magic aren't you. One of those…eh….witches from those people, the traveling type?" His voice was low, gravely and sexy as hell to her. Out of her peripheral vision she could see his strong Roman-like features. Green eyes like spring leaves, strong cheekbones and dark natural black hair. Italian most likely. Leo had mentioned gangster right?

"What's your name? Or do you want me to keep callin you Angel?" He smirked. She looked at him full on, clearly not amused. She glanced around Leo and was off deeper in the distillery probably climbing things like a monkey.

"Eden, I'm Eden DeGhant." She replied calmly.

"Eden, like the garden eh? You're just as beautiful. Dark chocolate brown tresses, hazel eyes with gold suns around your pupil and you're a curvy woman. The temptation." He chuckled at his comparison. She could feel the heat flushing through her body. Who talked like that?

"You must be the snake." She said pointedly, causing him to laugh. His laughter was warm and boisterous. She could feel her core tighten. He was definitely the tempter in this chapter of her story.

"You're quick witted, I like that in a woman. I'll get to the point. I could use some help, Eden." His straightforward tone suggested he was going to tell her his life story, even though she clearly wasn't interested.

All the ghosts wanted something: pass on this message to my child, is my house still standing, who won the world series in 1955?

"Miss DeGhant, are you paying attention?" His deep voice brought her back to the present. They both rose at the same time. He towered over to her 5 foot and 5 inch frame. He was six foot something.

"I can't help you." She spoke quickly, ready to bolt. Unfortunately while her gut was screaming to run as was her inner voice, her body refused the order and stayed rooted to the floor as if drawn by some magnetic force to this handsome man standing in front of her.

"You don't know what I want?" His eyes narrowed, his voice dipped deeper taking on a more sinister tone.

"To pass on a message?" She blinked, holding his gaze. She wasn't afraid of him. Something felt tight and funny in her chest. Like it was weaving its way through,. This was a new sensation.

"Revenge." She faltered a bit. He smirked at her response. " Surely I can't be the first dead man to ask you to help me with that?" He was for her in all honesty.

"How exactly can I help you with that? News flash, most people if not all that you knew, are dead." Replied curtly and to the point. " Plus, I'm not staying in the Uk for long. I'm here for college on a Visa." She hoped he understood what she was implying. That she wouldn't dedicate her life to helping his cause. She was here for her own purposes.

"You're blunt, definitely an American. I chose well." He chuckled and shifted on his feet waiting for her to say anything.

"Now that I got a witch, maybe I have an advantage in all this." He mused to himself. She tilted her head. He was the kinda man who was used to getting his way. Something about this was off. He was acting like she'd willingly given her consent or really had no choice.

"Advantage in what exactly? What do you mean, have a witch, you don't have me." She spat out. She needed to leave. Now! With or without the golden boy.

"Winnin a Vendetta. And you Tesoro, you ain't got a choice. You really can't tell, can you?" He looked like a cat that had the canary already in his mouth. His fangs are about to sink down the bird's poor body and crush it.

"Tell what?" She knew better than to stall, still finding it hard to move.

"The living from the dead." Eden froze at his words. " that kid died of an overdose somewhere in the 1990's. I've been waiting for a powerful witch like you since 1925." His revelation caused her to swallow the hard lump that had formed in her throat. She knew he was dead but what she hadn't realized is he'd somehow attached himself to her. Shit, shit, shit!

"Oh my God, no. I promised myself, no more bad boys…and now I'm stuck with a gangster from the 1920's awesome." She squealed out cursing her luck. How had he done that without her knowing? She always had protection in place.

"There's a few things wrong with that, Angela, first, I ain't no boy. I'm a bad man. Big difference." He brought out a silver cigarette case and tapped it. His long fingers pulled out a brown rolled brown tub stuffed with tobacco. He slowly bought it between his lips. She watched his every move. He had the upper hand now. He was going to torture her slowly and establish his own power over her, That's why she couldn't move. His will. He struck a match. She jumped a bit as it hissed to life. He smirked. All witches were nervous around fire and water. "Second, second is that I ain't no low level soldier. I'm Mafia, I'm the boss." He taunted her.

"Of course you are. I don't half ass anything. If I'm going to get myself into trouble I'm going all the way" she said dryly earning a genuine laugh from him

"You'll fit in just fine sweetheart. You have an attitude." He pulled out a pocket watch. On an exhale it flicked open. Latin inscription written on it. She had enough Latin for spell work to know it was a reverse spell. Shit. Someone from his timeline had pre-warned him. He was prepared. He had waited for her. Fuck.

"Fit in where?" She asked cautiously. Her heart was racing now. It had nowhere to run, imprisoned in her chest.

"1925." He grinned. She looks at him like he's crazy.

"So how do you know this time is going to be different?" she laughed at the absurdity of it all. All DeGhants time travelled. He'd probably been given a vivid description or come across one. A vision.

"I got a witch that's bound to me body and soul." She rolled her eyes. She was not going to go easy on him. She was a vindictive little thing .He pinched her chin lightly and forced him to look at her. " And I know how I was betrayed and by whom." His deep was held a knowledge that only death brought. She had no doubt he'd succeed now.

I had planned top do this with another author but we both got busy and Luca wouldn't leave me alone about it sooo.... here it is.

#peaky blinders fanfic #luca changretta fanfic #thomasshelby #original character #DeGhant witches #soul bound #time travel #Vendetta #1920's #revenge #Ghosts #Witches

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 3 months ago

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Thomas Shelby-Multi pairings & TCG* fics

Re-Arranged by Marriage Esme/Tommy

1,2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16,

Unhappily Ever after-Esme and Tommy *Dark

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Captive to a Shelby-Gina *Dark

1, 2,3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

Devils Mate 1 & 2 (Esme and Tommy/ distopian)

*Tommy and Grace unless marked*

1.Requiem of Grace -*melancholy

2.Ghost of you (Thomas and his mother*Mentions of suicide. )

3.Carving Traditions-TCG

4.A proper date 1 & 2

5. Don't be selfish Grace-TCG

6. Nesting-TCG

7. Tattooed on my heart-TCG

8.No one ever thinks about Thomas Shelby-TCG themes os sadness

9. Where it all started

10. First words-TCG

11. Bad men like me- Lizzie and Ruby

12. Trick or treating with the Shelby's TCG

13. Masquerade

14. Saying Grace *Sex

15.Announcement TCG

16. Rock a bye baby TCG

17.Missing daddy

18. The first fight

19. Man Flu

20. Let it snow

21. Santa baby Lizzie and Tommy *lemon

22. Charlie's 1st Christmas TCG

23. Wanna Build a Snowman TCG

24. Morning Sickness

25. 1st day of school

26. Uncle Santa Claus

27. Ghost of girlfriends past 1, 2

28. Pain in Progress

29.New Year, new us

30. Lovely View

31. The church counseling session

32. It was always you

33. Sweeter than Champagne *sex

34. Arabian nights part 1, part 2

35. Fools investment.

36. Charlie meets the Easter Bunny

37. Charlie's 1st egg hunt

John Shelby Series

Study buddies-Martha and John *sweet/language

1,2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 end of series

Captive to a Shelby (Martha)* Dark

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,

John's Enchantress

Silly Goose Chronicles(Humor) 1, 2, 3, 4, Easter special,

Martha's advice-one shot

Luca Changretta Series

Italian Beasts Beauty 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23,

Changretta's Mate 1,2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17 end of series

The lion, the witch and the Redo Part 1,

Grace Burgess

2 Sides Coin (AU Grace and Tommy) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Academy secretary - Grace and Female Reader part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6.

Graces Crush- Grace and male OC oneshot.

Polly's Boys- Polly Gray and Oc's Devlin and David Gray

Orphange years, Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6.

Polly's Boys- part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, 16 ,17, 18, 19, 20, 21,

DeGhant Witches-Cursed 3 sister series

Prologue ,Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,

Bought By a Shelby-Finn Shelby and Letitia OC (contains period appropriate attitudes to marriage*)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15 , part 16, part 17, part 18,

THE TWENTY FIVE PACT Y/N and Finn

Worth my weight in Gold-Aberama Gold/ Oc

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10.

Arthurs Sacrifice* Filomena Shelby & Luca Changretta

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20,

Red Bridge- Michael Gray and Mei Chang *OC

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

Special* 1 Valentines day

#peaky blinders fanfic #luca changretta fanfic #DeGhant Witches #thomas shelby x grace #original character #time travel fiction #masterlist #red bridge #Italianbeastsbeauty #Captured by a Shelby #john shelby fanfiction #thomas shelby

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 5 days ago

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Cursed 3 sisters-Pb chapter 13

Practice, Punishment and Pain

Serafina walked in through the front door and flung her coat over the entry table. She dropped her letter into the conch shell and started deliberately and slowly peeling off her glove finger by finger.

She could feel Luca's eyes boring into the back of her head. She glanced up at the mirror. He was rubbing his jaw. He looked frazzled already today probably because of her little excursions. His hair looked as if he'd been raking his long digits through it, his shirt cuffs were rolled up and wrinkled and he was only in pressed white shirt, no waist coat and no tie.

She'd broken so many rules this morning. She didn't care however. She knew she would be absolved from his wrath soon enough.

She'd taken the car without permission or a driver, she took no armed escort and she hadn't told him or anyone for that matter where she was going.

She was a powerful witch in her own right and a woman harboring a secret. No one was going to be stupid enough to stop her, not even her husband-to-be.

"Serafina." He growled low and laced with danger. His jaw was set tight and his green eyes flashed with war. " How many times do we gotta fucking talk about this. It's for your own safety." He stalked her like an angry beast.

The staff slowly melted away, disappearing into narrow rooms or corridors. Smart.

"I don't know Caro, until you understand that I am far more dangerous than any gun or knife blade." She challenged uncaring for his attitude. She picked up the paper from the bowl and turned to address him clearly unafraid of his anger. He was practically vibrating with rage. He was also an inch from her if that.

"Both of which, may I remind you CAN and Probably still will kill you Tesoro." He stood over her. His hand forcefully grabbed her jaw and tilted her head upright to force her to look at him. She smirked, causing his teeth to grind.

"I had errands to run, important ones I promise. You, my love, had work." She said softly as she ran her fingers tenderly across his jaw.

"Sera, we are having this argument far too often for me to be so forgiving anymore." His hands settled on her shoulder. Gods he was beyond pissed. She could actually see him holding back his anger. " You've gone too far now Cara Mia."

" I'm pregnant." She waited for a flurry of emotions to race across his mind and face. He released her as if she'd suddenly burned him. " I removed the birth control device while we were on the boat…or ship whatever. I thought I was sure it would take awhile but my vision seems to be as shifting and sure as sand beneath my feet. While warm and lovely, utterly useless." She had been upset that her timeline was off. Perhaps a side effect. Violet wasn't answering her ball and Sabrina well she was too young to understand her sisters fears and concerns about her powers growing, shifting and waning.

She'd been watching her power shift and morph. She needed a retreat, alone, now she knew that was going to happen. She needed to lock herself away and figure out what was going on.

"Serafina." He husked out his face and voice soft and tender towards her. "Where did you go baby? Come back to me, to this conversation in this very important moment." They locked eyes. Silver to green. She wondered what color their child's eyes would be.

"Are you okay with this?" His soft and sweet question threw her off her guard. She'd removed it without telling him she was doing so she was in control. She had hoped it would be a pleasant surprise.

"I am. Forgive me if I don't seem excited Caro, I am, truly. " She tapped the papers in her hand before handing them over. It was confirmation and the baby's heartbeat. Luca took his hand and rubbed his jaw. His eyes raked the paper over, catching every detail twice.

"You wanna fill me in on why you are concerned then, did the doctor say the pregnancy was dangerous?" His hand gently lay on her stomach. She smiled at him and shook her head no. He released a deep ragged breath.

"He's healthy Luciano." He was. She already knew that from her readings and dreams.

"I can't read your mind Sera. I'm going to need you to tell me what you're concerned about." She smiled softly and lay her head on his chest. His arms wrapped around her. How could she explain her fears of her powers shifting or being incorrect. What use was she?

"My power, it's not waning per say, it's just…changing. I've never heard of a DeGhant witch changing powers before." She had no clue what to think herself, let alone convey it properly.

"What do you mean by changing power? " Luca gently grabbed her arm and pulled her into the study. He closed the door. " I doubt they'd hang you in America as a witch in 1919 but why risk it?" She nodded understanding she needed to get better at hiding things, her powers, her pregnancy…" She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Why ain't you calling your sister about this?" She looked at him and rolled her eyes. He'd seen her trying hadn't he?

"For what? And I've tried. I have no idea what's happening, how would they?" Her voice was raw, a lump formed deep within her throat cutting off her air supply. She was scared.

"You think it's the baby?" he asked curiously and cautiously. His large hands settle on her stomach again. He was always an affectionate man, now she'd never have a minute to herself.

"No Caro, I'm a DeGhant. He'll get no power from me. The bloodline powers are only passed to women. If he is powerful it's because of his father and his influence." She smiled. Luca nodded. " But a girl….she'll be a witch."

"A boy, eh?" He shifted on his feet. She could see the moisture in his eyes. "So I gotta watch out for floating baby rattles and stuff eh?" He teased me. She rolled her eyes. He'd seen her float while she meditated. He now held her in his arms every night to keep her grounded…to keep her safe when staff came in to tend to the fire.

"I'll figure it out." Sera said firmly. She meant it.

"We'll figure it out. I got a cousin down south, Cara Mia. I'll ask him about the witches in New Orleans or something." She kissed his face. eHe was always so caring.

" First things first, I promised you a wedding. You should probably start planning. I won't be getting any smaller " She teased him, causing him to chuckle and clutch his chest.

He remembered her promise that she'd show up and wear what he'd chosen and eat what he'd picked out but she cared not to plan anything for the wedding.

" Why do you always gotta remind me that I'm your bitch?" He laughed. His hand settling on the back of her head top held her face to face with him. He kissed her gently and placed his forehead against his. An intimate gesture of their every growing closeness.

"Because you're strong enough in your masculinity to take it, Caro." She teased. His breath ghosted gently across her face as he laughed. They were both happy at that moment.

______________________________Sabrina_____________________________________

It had been a quiet ride in Thomas' car back to Birmingham. Three hours and twenty eight grueling minutes she sat in silence with her boyfriend and very little of it had been comfortable.

She knew the closer they got to Birmingham the tighter her stomach twisted with a barbed wire feeling.

When Tommy helped her into the car and smacked her ass sharply, as he said he'd do, he reminded her that the closer they got to Birmingham, the closer they would be to the overprotective and justifiably sharp tongue of Polly gray.

Birmingham came into view. Sabrina knew she was squirming. Tom smirked and shook his head at her. Smoke billowed out of his mouth like the chimney approaching the industrialized town.

She gripped the shallow door clutching it as if her life depended on it. It wouldn't shield her from the angry hot energy no doubt that the house held right now.

"Tommy, Sabrina! Your back!" Finn came racing up to them and grabbed her door handle flinging to open before the car properly sputtered off.

"Finn." His elder brother addressed him. The boy was practically bouncing from excitement. Sabrina couldn't help but smile. Next to Thomas Finn was her second favorite Shelby man.

"Polly running hot like a kettle. She is fixing to tie you to the shop Sabrina. Says she's gonna lock you in the room with the safes. " Finn was practically yelling the information. He was far too excited at the thought of her being handcuffed or tried inside the betting shop.

Thomas tilted his head down clearly amused. She could still see the smirk, a cocky smile on his handsome chiseled features. He was probably thinking of one her upcoming tongue lashing and two tying her up himself. She'd be down for the second part as long as long as it was in bed.

"Were going to handcuff you to the metal bars in the safe room, eh?" He raised an eyebrow. Sabrina turned and laughed. Her nerves were making her silly now.

Thomas held her hand protectively and firmly to walk her through the main door of the home. Sabrina tried sneaking around him. He chuckled deeply and pulled her forward into the dining room. She breathed a sigh of relief until she heard the heels clicking to he rside. Shit, he just led her out in the open. She glared at him

"Sabrina Anne DeGhant. You have some explaining to do." Polly's eyes flashed in anger, her curls settling down on her shoulders. "Sit." Sabrina sought out her boyfriend. He dipped his head at Polly in reverence and walked up the stairs. Coward.

Sabrina glanced at the angry women. A swarming hornets nest could compete right now to an agonizing death and her money would still be on Polly being worse and far more creative with her death.

She sobered up quickly, the anger fading and sat down.

"There, now that your man is gone you can face me grown woman to grown woman." She leaned down over Sabrina. She could smell the cigarette smoke clinging to the other womens jasmine perfume. Sabrina felt awful. Polly had been worried, the anger a façade for her concern. " What the hell were you thinking? A note, a Blinder…someone should have known. God forbid Sabini or Campbell find you and toss you in a canal. Would we have known where to find you?" She sounded like a concerned angry mother.

"I wasn't thinking." Sabrina answered softly barely above a whisper. She felt like she had disappointed a parent.

"No, you don't give a half ass answer. " Polly sat down, pulled out the chair and grabbed Sabrina's hands in her.

"God, you are such a sweet soul, I know what Thomas see's in you." Her intensity was causing Sabina to feel pressure behind her eyes. She was going to cry. "Hey look at me. He sees past your growing power, even if he doesn't say it. It's a relief to him that you can protect us. "Polly rubbed gentle circles into the back of her hand.

Sabrina appreciated hearing it from someone that was a Shelby.

" You are a salve to his soul Sabrina, he can't afford to lose you now that you've healed a bit of France from his heart, but you should know and come to terms with the fact that you drew in an ambitious, dangerous, loyal man." Polly was trying to get her to understand.

"I'm not trying to change him. I know I can't nor do I want to. I just need some freedom. I understand this is 1919 and I'm his…..property. " Sabrina spat out, almost unable to swallow. Polly chuckled.

"He doesn't want to tame you or own you. He knows you're a wild rose. I wish he'd be smart enough to say this to you but he's a man. They pretend they don't have sentiment but it's the farthest thing from the truth." She mused.

"I am sorry I scared you. I'll tell you next time. I just needed to see my sister off. Everything is changing, more rapidly now and…I feel a little lost and powerless to stop it." Sabrina could feel her chest tightening again. She didn't know if it was asthma or anxiety neither were a fun option.

"Talk to your sisters luv. Trust me, they understand far more than you know and both are a bit more experienced with life." Polly patted her hand, the expression on the older woman's face far more soft than moments before.

" I'd hate to lose another daughter and not have answers." Polly's sentence was the final blow to Sabrina's young adult facade. She could feel the disappointment firmly biting into her soul now.

"I could get you answers. " She whispered, glancing at Pol, whom she loved like a mother. ______________________________________________________________________Violet______________________________________________________

They had stopped an hour to Birmingham for Charlie to buy some scrap to melt down. She enjoyed watching him interact as a businessman.

Violet had been wandering close to Charlie, aware of his protective gaze on her. She tried to stay near the man he was negotiating with. This felt off. She wasn't sure why. The man kept looking at her and shifting on his feet.

Several children gathered around Violet inspecting her and grabbing at her.

"Violet!" His sharp call surprised them all. The kids scattered like seeds in the wind." I can't barter a deal and worry about you getting into trouble." His face was strong and stern. He nodded his head and yanked it toward the direction of the boat.

"I'm a 36 year old woman, Charles Strong. I can take care of myself." Violet gathered her skirt and watched his eyes floor her as she made her way to the January. His rough warm hand snagged Violet's arm, yanking her back.

His voice was low and filled with caution, his eyes spoke of deep concern. What had she missed?

"In certain circumstances you are more than capable. You are too naive here right in this moment Violet." His face softens as he addresses her. The "Thieves Violet, the children are a distraction to steal. Go." His voice was low but firm. She nodded. She had nothing on her but she didn't want to argue with him in front of a stranger lest he be seen as weak.

"Your wife is welcome." The other man said grinning. Violet and Charlie glanced at him both seemingly unimpressed.

"I bet she is." Charlie stared at the man. Violet could see his son, Thomas Shelby in him now. Violet cocked her head and shook her brain clear. He did not correct the man about the nature of their relationship. Perhaps it was to protect her, nothing too deeply to read into. She blushed crimson nonetheless. ____________________________________________________ Violet wrote in her journal staying quiet occasionally looking for him. He eventually loaded the boat and secured his goods. Money was exchanged.

She felt the now familiar lurch of the boat going forward. She wasn't sure what his feelings were for her after the last two days. She only knew her heart.

"Violet, can you come up here?" She set her book down and ducked under the metal door frame creeping up to the bow where she knew he'd be standing or in hand. He looked like a ferryman.

She walked up to him and patiently waited.

"I like you Violet. I haven't felt this way towards a woman since Alma." His voice hitched and she watched his adamsapple bobbed up and down. It pained him to speak about her still. Violet understood the pain of missing a partner all too well.

Wait, was he confessing to her?

"I like you too." She smiled and waited. He shifted on his feet. They were quiet and unmoving for several moments both afraid to speak. Her eyes flickered down to his wrist. He pushed his sleeve up showing his bare wrist. She was looking for the quarts.

" It shattered over a week ago. I don't need witchcraft to fall in love with you Violet." He leaned forward and kissed her. When she didn't pull back he deepened the kiss.

#peaky blinders fanfic #thomasshelby #original character #luca changretta fanfic #polly grey #charliestrong #DeGhant witches #cursed 3 sisters #time travel fiction #witches

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 1 month ago

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Cursed-3 sisters Peaky blinder -12

Talks, truths and truces

Violet was aware Charlie's heavy gaze was on her while they sat on the bow of the boat slowly enjoying their lunch. They had several light and polite conversations within the slow hours. She was trying to ignore his staring but it had gone from flattering to intuitive perception quickly. She felt like an insect about to be pinned down to a white board and examined. Each section is a detailed dissection of her innermost thoughts and being.

She shivered. Being a natural born witch she was highly intuitive and good at reading people. It was unnerving when someone could do that to her.

Charles Strong came from good rich traveler blood. He probably had a witch in the line somewhere. Most families did here.

"Violet, look at me." He commanded. His already right voice wafted through her ears and tugged at her soul. She reluctantly turned her head and gave him a soft smile. His eyes bore into her soul. He moved the oar slightly to adjust his lean limber body to face her.

"You are not okay. What's going on and don't you dare tell me your fine or you'll be fine. I already know you will be." His voice was firm but demanding. She sighed and rolled her eyes earning a raised eyebrow and scoff from him. "Stubborn woman." He muttered under his breath. She was looking at him. Anger, pain and aggression lurked behind her purple eyes like a predator brought back to an awakened state.

Violet didn't want to talk. The last thing she needed was to show him her darkening deep heart. He didn't need to drown needlessly with her.

"Look, you wont hurt me Violet. I know what it's like to lose the love of your life. I watched mine marry another man, be abused and neglected in ways you can only imagine. I allowed myself to harbor her in my heart and when she needed it my bed. I had a child I could never fully raise with her until her husband left her. I watched her depression slowly drown her until she finalized her pain. I fished her out of the same canal I take on every trip. I know the exact spot I pulled her from. I hold my breath everytime I pass it." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was feeling the pain again, allowing it to pass through him.

Violet's eyes widened as the realization hit her. He was talking about the Shelby's mother. He had been in love with Amara Shelby and watched her demise leading up to her final act of pain. Death by her own hand.

"You take a particular interest in Thomas. Even Sabrina says he looks up to you like a father." Violet's eyes honed in on his tired blue orbs. Thomas Michael Shelby was indeed Charlie's biological son born in forbidden love between a pain filled woman and this hardworking man.

"What I'm trying to say is, I know a thing or two about pain. How it can slowly erode a good person and drive them crazy." His voice was lower and slower. Like he was trying to calm a crazed animal. Her heart felt caged and terrified like a bird realizing it had been caught and kept.

Violet nodded stunned into silence. He was safe, she adored him and trusted him…so was it that she was afraid to talk about the pain of their deaths…or her feeling left behind with her sisters moving on.

"It's…confusing to me." She felt the saline prick the back of her eyes. She could feel the damp rolling around her purple orbs ready to spill out. Her heart was still raw but maybe she needed the tears to purify and heal the tender organ. There was really only one way to find out.

"One conversation at a time, yes?" She wasn't asking permission even though it almost felt like she was, sounded like she was. He nodded. She had his attention and empathy. She sucked in a breath.

"I'm not good at talking." She confessed. His chuckle had startled her and forced her partially offended gaze to meet his soft face.

"You my dear are i deed great at talking, I'm convinced you probably talk in your sleep." He chuckled at his own joke. She started giggling. The tears slipped out and ran down her face with such intensity they were both caught off guard.

" Fine, I'm a good communicator…except when it comes to sharing my fears. I feel." She paused, feeling the anxiety rising and slowly constricting in her chest like a snake coiled tight and ready to strike."

"Take your time luv, we have a full day before we get back. You have time." He took her hand in his and squeezed.

"I feel left behind. Like suddenly my sisters have their own lives. My life advice isn't sought anymore, I just feel….like I have no purpose. I have all this knowledge and for what? Do I teach, do I rest, do I go crazy…..I have no idea. Does it even matter anymore?" Her voice dipped with pain and Charlie's face morphed with understanding and sympathy. He wrapped her fingers around her chin firmly and forced her tear stained eyes to meet his. He looked like he'd been slapped in the heart. She knew the feeling.

"You're too physically young to be an old Violet, you may feel that way. I promise you I understand. Any person who ages and watches the kids they made grow up will tell you it's always sudden and painful to watch them grow up and not need you anymore or as much. You might not agree with their decisions and sometimes their choices cause you pain. It doesn't mean you don't have a purpose. This time's for you to reconnect with yourself. " She really looked at him, into him and saw the wisdom in his words and the pain that had shaped him into an intelligent man.

"What?" He looked at her. She was staring at him.

"I knew you were smart and kind, I didn't realize how emotionally intelligent you are." She meant her words not as honeyed kindness but profoundly amazed by his words. She took his hand from her chin and kissed his palm.

"You learn a few things, even if you don't want to as life drags you along." He smiled at her. He squeezed her hand and grabbed the oar. She hadn't realized but they were at a turning point in the canal. He helped guide the boat back to Birmingham and she couldn't help but wonder if the symbolism in that was her sign that she could process everything now and bloom on her own.

Thomas tucked Sabrina behind him as if he was keeping her protected like a gentleman. She felt the shift in him. She'd wondered what had happened between him and Grace during the races. When she'd come to the garrison Grace almost looked worried about Sabrina, had Thomas treated her like this? A pawn in one of his dangerous schemes?

She'd take him to task if he had and make him publicly apologize to the Irish women.

She heard a familiar voice greet her boyfriend. He suddenly sat down and took her hand guiding her to stand beside him. She placed her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her and gave her a soft quick reassuring smile.

It helped for a moment. Why exactly did he need her here? She was more than content to not be a part of his business deals. She felt so uncomfortable here.

Sabrina smiled at the whiskey maker but tried not to meet his eyes. He'd been rustling around in his desk and pulled out some hand drawn papers. They looked official whatever they were for. She wondered what they pertained to and why Thomas had insisted she be here.

"Hey, poppet. How are you?" He smiled up at her his eyes dancing with excitement. Tommy, that's the little gypsy girl from the other night I was telling you about. Looks like she came right out of a movie screen, she does." Sabrina blushed deep and crimson at his words. She was not good at flirting or accepting flirtations.

"So you're his woman are you?" He asked her. Sabrina nodded, her heart racing, something about this man made her shut down and guard herself. He seemed polite and jovial...to her at least. Thomas seemed pleased that Alfie was so taken with her. She wasn't thrilled that her boyfriend was okay with other men finding her attractive.

"She doesn't talk much does she?" Alfie asked the Birmingham man. Thomas chuckled and raised an eyebrow at the other man as if challenging his question. He knew otherwise.

"Cat seems to suddenly have her tongue, Alfie." Sabrina scowled at Tommy and rolled her eyes. She might be embarrassed but she wasn't going to let that slide.

Alfie laughed. His laughter bounced off the walls and filled the space. Thomas had described him as moody, unpredictable and sullen at times. Where was that man?

"See I knew she had to have a personality. I couldn't see you with a small quiet girl." He sat up and slid the contract towards Tommy. Sabrina smiled at the jewish man politely. She was trying to keep from being rude and glancing at the contract.

"Me, I'd like a sweet little woman like that. She's got Tom's wife's eyes Tom. She's be making your dinner fresh and hot every night, rocking the babies to sleep and she is loyal.You can tell by her demeanor towards you. If you ever get tired of this mean man let me know. I'd marry you poppet. House by the sea even. " His offer seemed legitimate. He sat back and crossed her hands over his stomach looking her in the eyes. He meant it. She was briefly taken aback by his boldness. Thomas was busy reading. She almost wanted to slap the back of his head.

Alfie winked at her. Sabrina giggled as Thomas read over the contract. He looked up and raised an eyebrow glancing at both parties. He didn't look angry but she could see the jealousy seeping in. It didn't bother her.

He was a man of quick violent actions. It was nice to see the human side coming out.

"Right well, here's my proposition….." Thomas said firmly as he addressed the Camden town" baker".

"Where is it?!" Sera's screech of frustration had Luca refilling his whiskey glass. He thought she'd go back to some sense of normality after they had left the boat. He had been proven very wrong.

They booked a hotel suite while they spent time apartment shopping. She was like a caged animal. She was restless, crying and harder to deal with than usual. He enjoyed her passion, her scathing tongue not so much. Her most recent episode included tossing clothes trying to find the crystal ball. Her energy was like lightning: quick, hot and unpredictable.

Luca was actively trying to avoid her but there were only so many rooms.

He heard the sharp ringing. He tested the phone but it wasn't a normal call. He searched around the living room area and found it buried under a pillow.

"Hello! Sera, can you hear me. Oh, hi Luca." Luca shook his head. There were a lot of mysteries surrounding Serafina DeGhant. How this piece of glass showed an image and turned into a long distance phone was one of them.

A frustrated screech tore through the apartment. Luca shook his head and shished. He was about to call the Bronx Zoo and acquire some tranquilizers.

" How bad is it?" Sabrina's soft sweet voice asked cautiously. She'd lived with Serifina. She knew the depths of these episodes. She honestly looked worried. Luca wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"She's literally tearing apart the hotel's suit. I gotta find a home for her to nest in soon." He looked over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't lurking somewhere ready to hex him. " I thought the ship was bad, she screeching like a harpy."

" Yeah, speaking from experience…go lock yourself in the bathroom, take snacks and wait for her out. If it falls eerily quiet…your safe" Luca's eye widened at the seriousness of Sabrina's often caring tone. Geez, what was he in for?

"Good to know." He replied sarcastically.

"Can I talk to you actually?" Her request startled him. Why in the world would she want to talk to him? He technically wasn't married into the family yet. He didn't understand this witchy stuff.

"You wanna talk to me?" His voice is low and gravel filled. He felt overly cautious but his curiosity won. She was a nice girl so how bad could her question be? "About what exactly?"

"Oh nothing bad…I'm dating a gangster in Birmingham." Sabrina blurted out rapidly. Her breathing had increased slightly and she was flushed. Something had happened. He'd seen enough of his own women find out something or see something less desirable about his line of work and start to panic in the past.

"I heard, I must run in the family huh?" He tried to distract her, calm her down a bit. She chuckled and blushed. He still had it.

" I….I don't want to be a part of what is going on with his business and illegal dealings. I just want to bury my head in the sand like an ostrich…is that bad? Am I a bad partner?" He could see the guilt building in her eyes and threatening to spill over as hot tears.

"Take a break Sweetheart. Is he trying to get you involved?" Luca kept his voice soft and steady. Trying to keep her calm and focused.

"Not necessarily…." She looked frustrated. She wasn't sure how or why she was feeling her emotions. His heart was wrenched. He hated when women cried. He looked around for his woman…she was nowhere to be seen. Maybe a mixed blessing.

"What are you trying to ask Sabrina?" He knew she'd called to talk for a reason. Not initially with him but he'd help if he could. He just needed to know the exact question.

"I dont know." She sighed and bit her lip. " I guess I'm not sure how I can take his stress off, how good I am to him or if my witch powers will be of much use." She was doubting herself and her role in his life. Luca knew a good woman was a massive part in a gangster's success and a longer life.

"If he's with you for your power, he ain't gonna treat you right princess. Dump him and find a nice Italian across the canal." He tried hiding his smirk. Her head shot up but she was focused now. Just like he wanted.

" I just…I don't have a place. I cook, I help his Aunt keep the house and I sell my spells and such I just…" She wasn't sure she was important. He should be telling her that but Luca knew British men could be oblivious to emotions.

"You and Serafina are very modern women, you know that. I don't know who this guy is…but if he loves you and he's from the same time I am…he appreciates knowing you are safe at home and waiting for him. Our life is hard Sabrina, not just for us but the strong women we choose to share it with. It ain't for the faint of heart but knowing some stuff about you DeGhant's…you got what it takes." He meant it. He knew that having a strong, safe and loyal woman at home was the balm to a shitty day. Especially if a good man died next to you or because of you. It was a massive need.

"I see how you were able to ground Serafina. You're a smart and sweet Luca." Sabrina's compliment puffed him up a bit. It was nice to see he was appreciated by his lady loves family.

"I'm italian." He said tongue in cheek. He winked at the crystal ball causing them both to laugh. She looked lighter now. Sounded better too.

Sera stood silently by the door frame watching the exchange between the love of her life and her baby sister. She had no idea he had such a sweet insightful calming side to him. She was more willing now to try to give him a child.

"Thanks Luca." Sabrina's sweet voice filled the room.

"Your sister appears to be calm now." He commented on not hearing her rage anymore.

"I'm good now. Thank you for taking my call. Go. Take her out to eat and tell her she's beautiful." Sabrina's advice would be perfect if he already wasn't the perfect partner to her sister and adaptive to her needs.

"Everynight." He smiled. "She deserves to be spoiled and treated like a queen. I know how good I got it." He grins at her little sister as she aww'd. The ball went blank and he sighed, shaking his head. These women would be the death of him.

Movement caught his eye to the left of him. He turned and raked his eyes slowly and appreciatively over her scantily clad form. Her long black hair was down and her slip had a slit right up to the top of her thigh. He loved it when she looked seductive, dangerous and confident in her sexuality. He was a lucky man.

"What? He asks Sera. He extended his hand handing her the glass orb. She smiled and tossed it to the side. She looked ready to fuck.

"That was pretty sound advice there Mr. Changretta. Makes me realize that you could probably handle children a lot better than I can." She purred and slowly stalked toward him. He smirked and rubbed his lips. Definitely turned on now.

" You wanna practice making them then?" he offered as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her flush to his lilith form.

She laughed and grabbed him by the collar roughly forcing his face dangerously close to her lush red lips "I always enjoy the practice."

#peaky blinders fanfic #original character #Cursed 3 sisters #thomasshelby #luca changretta fanfic #charliestrong #angst #time travel #curses #deghant witches

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 3 months ago

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Cursed 3 sisters series

Girls Holiday part 1 (no warning on this chapter)

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Luca Changretta stood on the steps of a club he and Angelo owned in downtown London waiting for Serafina's sisters. He was getting impatient.

He'd said he would wait while he smoked but how long did it take the ladies to get here. She said five minutes.

He tossed the butt of the cigarette to the cobblestones and used his heel to grind the sparks into the ground. It had been ten minutes. His fingertips had gotten too close to the smoldering tobacco.

He heard the whispers and tal before he'd seen them emerge from the cold London fog.

Luca recognized Violet instantly. She and Sera spoke the most. Being the two eldest and the one who helped raise Sabrina had created a bond between her and his woman.

"Violet, ice to finally see you face to face." He extended his hand and pulled her closer. He placed a kiss on the back of her hand. Violet blushed but leaned in to kiss each of his cheeks.

"Serafina isn't the only one who's dated a high class man, Senor Changretta." She smiled as he removed his hat and placed it over his heart.

"I knew she got her good taste from somewhere. " He commented and smiled at Sabrina tipping his head.

"You're the baby sister, Sabrina, right?" His low voice and manners caused the little blonde witch to blush. No wonder they didn't see serafina anymore. She was obviously very busy with her charming man.

"Come on, she's inside staying warm, I reserved a good table for you ladies." He extended an arm each, linking elbows with the gypsy ladies and escorted them in.

No one would bother them once they saw the boss arm in arm like old friends.

"You aren't joining us?" Sabrina's sweet voice barely made it over the loud live jazz and clicks the dancers shoes.

"No, I need to finalize some plans. I leave for New York tomorrow. " He waited until the ladies were seated and refreshments had been provided. He kissed Serafina's cheek before he disappeared behind a black gilded door.

The two sisters noted that she'd leaned into his kiss and seemed relaxed around him.

"What just happened?" Sabrina asked with curiosity filling her voice. " Has the great serial romancer, Serafina Marie DeGhant settled down?" She tried to bite her lip to keep from laughing when her older sister's elegant black brow arched in question to her middle name being brought out.

"It is oddly refreshing to see you in love, Serafina. So, are you going to America tomorrow? How will this work? We're here to undo the curses." Sabrina slumped forward and played with the straw in her drink awaiting her sister's answer.

"Well the Shelbys were the main concern and you two have that front covered. I have to get Angelo to America and keep him and Luca there so he never meets Lizzie Stark and her love curse." Serafina rolled her eyes. They'd seen the forlorn love sickness Lizzie had floating around her aura. She deserved love, they all agreed to that, but sadly unless she met another gypsy family that could help her, the DeGhants couldn't seem to untangle it.

"So you'll keep the Italians busy in New York. What if we are all needed?" Sabrina's question was said softly but Violet was wondering the same thing. Did they seek out other witches? Other DeGhants in this timeline? How would they do that?

"Then make sure you can hold off for three weeks. That's how long it'll take me to come back." Serafina smiled as she said it but quickly stumbled back. "I can send my spells and power through the ball. Keep yours on you. We'll do the best we can. I had no idea my employment would end abruptly and I have to keep an eye on this man as he moves through the ranks. He dies earlier and the timeline is disrupted for us all. Same for your men." Serafina's gentle but firm reminder was laced with the truth that they would inevitably live separate lives, just as they had before. Violet had been married with kids in a city several hours away, Sabrina travelled in a van all around the country.

They were always far away.

"So, you look guilty baby sister, he doesn't know you're here does he?" Serafina grinned like a cat and leaned forward. Sabrina scoffed and crossed her arms.

"He's here with his brothers on "holiday" ,messing with Darbi Sabini. As long as I stay away from those Italains he'll never know I'm here." She shot back. She hoped that was true. She'd left a spiritual paramore at the Shelby home. His family hopefully was none the wiser. As long as no one touched her image, there was no way to tell that Sabrina wasn't physically there. It was only foolproof if she pulled it off.

"So no." Sera said, grinning at her little sister. All three ladies chatted about their respective partners, towns and environments long into the night.

Sabrina was the first one to head back to the hotel. She stood waiting for the vehicle that Luca said was pulling around for her.

"We'll poppet, don't you stand out. Yeah, you blondie, you here with those peaky men?" A man's gruff London twanged voice filled her ears. Sabrina locked eyes with Alfred Solomon's. The "Baker" of Camden Town.

Tommy had a meeting with him tomorrow.

"You don't speak English eh, it's okay. You're a lovely little thing to look at anyway." He smiled at her and kept his gaze on her as if memorizing her. A black vehicle pulled up and the door opened for her. She was grateful to scoot in the warm space and avoid further contact with the jewish man. She knew he was a dangerous associate of Thomas's.

She hoped Tommy didn't get wind of this. He'd never forgive her for going off without him.

#peaky blinders fanfic #gypsy #DeGhant witches #cursed series #witches #1920london #thomasshelby #charliestrong #luca changretta

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 4 months ago

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Cursed-3 sisters( Peaky Blinders and Deghant Witches-OC) -8

Violet feels remorse after trying to confront Sabrina about her attitudes being out of place for 1919, Serafina and Luca fight about Religion and babies, Sabrina and Tommy talk about London and Grace.

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Violet***

She hadn’t seen Sabrina, Curley or Charlie in several weeks.

Violet tried to keep herself busy. She tended to the horses, met with people, sold her plants and teas but she was finding it harder and harder to pull herself out of her own head.

Violet had never really been truly alone her whole life. She’d gone for a large household, to marry her highschool sweetheart to babies…then to nothing suddenly but her sister had still been by everyday.

1919 life had them all more bogged down with survival making visiting a rarity.

She had allowed Sabrina to vent after the party at the Garrison.

Then when she had spoken she’d made the mistake of gently reminding her modern baby sister that she was dating a war veteran turned Gang boss from 1919. He didn’t see things the way she did. How could they fully understand being a hundred years plus apart?

Sabrina had sat back and crossed her arms, clearly upset by her sister's refusal to solidly take her side. Sometimes both women seemed to forget there was an age and maturity gap between them.

What further seemed to damage her attempt to “help” her sister was when she suggested looking at it from Thomas perspective.

He probably felt he was very attentive to her and showed her love by protecting her and keeping her out of his plots.

That had been when Sabrina suddenly kept track of time and had somewhere to be.

If Violet wasn’t so lonely she wouldn’t be this reflective of it all.

A gentle clear ringing forced Violet out of her thoughts.

“Hello?” Violet was relieved to see Serafina’s elegant face through their lifeline, a crystal ball.

“Hello Vi, what’s wrong?” Her little sister's concerned voice floated through the caravan.

Trust Sera to see through Violet's facade. She’d always had a supernaturally high intuition.

“It’s nothing Fina, how are you and the Italian Stallion doing?” Violet blushed violently when a masculine and her sister's feminine laugh intertwined. Luca was obviously next to her and now knew what her sister called him in private.

“Good, highly amused that you blurted out the nickname I used in private for him, that he wasn’t aware of until now.” Serafina’s face was flushed and her pale eyes sparkled and danced with a warning. How was Violet to know he was sitting next to her?

“I ain’t complaining.” Luca’s deep grumping voice filled her ears. Violet, while mortified, was amused that her possible future brother in law found it so entertaining. He’d probably request the name now.

“I’m so sorry.” She was truly mortified for them both.

“This is why I don't tell you things….Have you heard from Brina?” Serafina switched the subject so fast she’d barely had time to process the question or catch on.

“No.” She felt guilty about that. She should go visit her. “She refuses to talk to me. I’ve never seen her act like this. She's always the first to fix a relationship. She gets too anxious. Do you think this is Thomas’s influence?” Violet hated to think less of the man. She was by no means ignorant to his means to violence to get what he wanted. She’d seen him with Sabrina though. Firm and yet tender. He genuinely cared for him. She’d even heard that her soft sweet baby sister had the Devil of Birmingham smiling again.

“She’s growing up Violet. She’s only twenty two. She takes after her peers as part of her stage in life. She’ll grow into herself. Do you need company? I’m off for the weekend due to a catholic holiday. Thought I’d come to bug you. Luca is leaving for America.” Violet's face changed to alarm. She knew in his timeline he had gone to New York and taken over but it could change, what was happening?

“I would love that. You have to sleep in the caravan.” Violet needed to talk to Serafina alone. If she let Luca go the Vendetta might still happen. John had been recently married to Esme so Lizzie Stark was wandering Birmingham, including the Italian district.

“I’ve slept in worse places for you, remember when we camped out in the rain, downhill near a lake for a weekend around college.” That was a mess. That had also been the last time Serafina ever roughed it with her sister.

“You aint gonna gonna come to church with us Sera? See me off to America?” Luca’s question seemed to catch the middle sister off guard a bit. Sera hated saying temporary goodbyes.

“We’ll talk later Fina, I'll come out soon.”Violet hated cutting the call short. She’d heard the tension in Luca’s voice. They were going to fight. Both of them had fire in their souls, she didn’t need to see how heated things could get between them.

“Of course, bye sis.”Serafina seemed annoyed, at whom Violet could only guess.

The ball swirled to an empty clear glass orb once more. Violet wished she had more people to talk to on it. Perhaps she’d have to go sell things at a market stall, it would at least help her meet people even if it was only at a transactional level.

She needed to do something while she waited for Charlie Strong and Curly to come back. She’d bonded with them like family.

A man like Charlie however would always roam….the question was would he take her with him or not in the future?

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“You don't know Violet, something is wrong.” Sera felt bad that she hadn’t discussed the holiday plans with Luca but they weren't married so as far as she was concerned, she was a free agent unless she accepted an invitation to an event.

“I know you come from a different background but what's going to happen if we get married Sera, you're going to try to raise the bambinos pagan, cause that ain't gonna work for me and my traditional Catholic family.” Luca’s sudden talk of babies had Sera’s feet frozen to the ground and her heart hammering in her chest like a rabbit caught in the thicket. It was caught.

Serafina DeGhant had never considered monogamy. She always left when things got serious. That hadn’t been her intent when she’d sought the eye of this particular Italian man, but old fears gripped at her heart. Leaving before you got to involved meant less hurt….usually….she just realized how quickly he’d ensnared her and her heart.

“ Your whole family is built on crime Amore, my going to church with our imaginary children is where you draw the line?“ She could hear her heart inside her head, feel it slamming into her throat threatening to cut off her air supply.

“ If we keep up living together, Sera, they ain't going to be imaginary for long.” He smoked at her and reached out to stroke her arm. They both startled when she yanked her arm back and drew them around herself.

She needed to think, needed time to think. That required privacy.

Now she had to think before she responded. Before they left the modern world she had an IUD done. She had no idea what would happen or if Luca would even take to her. She also hadn’t wanted a drunk man to overpower her and stay with her by implanting a child within her walls. It happened in the 2020’s, it was no different in 1919.

Proof that a woman could be covered from her neck to her ankles and she could still be,”asking for it.” As Sabini had tried to tell her before he’d gotten a wayward fork into his thigh that she had accidentally on purpose placed there.

While not advised she could take out the contraception herself. She had to in this timeline, if a 1919 Doctor saw it, well she could be tried as a witch or advances in medicine safety for women could come early. She didn’t know the consequences so women everywhere would have to do without the discovery.

“I’m on birth control, Luca.” He pulled back and looked at her. This was going to be a fight. She could see it in his green eyes shimmering with anger. His jaw tightened subtly. She nibbled and sucked at that jawline enough to know when he clenched it in anger, his nostril flared. He hadn’t started gesturing wildly with his hands yet, the minute hand gestures started they were in deep.

He was very catholic. She mostly dismissed it because she didn’t see how you could willfully commit any sin that you wanted, pray it away and pretend it didn't happen just because you asked for forgiveness was a concept she couldn’t wrap her head around personally.

She also knew from her grandfather taking her to mass a few times that birth control was forbidden. Children were a gift from God. However much he gave you was his will.

She found it irresponsible personally.

“When did you decide that?” He was pissed. It almost hadn’t sounded like English.

“ I don't want a baby yet Luca, with you eventually, yes, but I don't dream of being an unwed mother. Besides, we don't know how long it will be before you get back to London.” He hadn’t asked her to go. She had thought about what her answer would be, would she be the woman who followed him. She’d always preferred to be career driven but this wasn’t her time. She was already older then most women who married for the time.

“I’d marry you the day you got a doctor's confirmation Serafina. I aint a dead beat.” He stood up and started ranting and raving. She grabbed her sewing carefully, put down the glass ball and picked up his jacket. She was almost done. Little did he know she was sewing in her initials, blessed with a witches prayer into his pocket.

Her mind was racing, that was his idea of a marriage proposal, getting her compromised so no other man would want her, then how could she say no? For a romantic man Luca had missed the ball on that one.

“So, not only, will you not come with me to America, but now, you won't even marry me.” She bit her cheeks from laughing, so a baby was in love? Not a proposal first. He was an interesting man.

“Don't be dramatic Caro, that's not what I said. All I said was I dont think I’m ready to be a mother. We just started living together.” She was in retrospect glad he knew what he wanted, saw no one else in her place but…goodness, he moved like lightning.

“Mary was a mother at fourteen, you think she was ready when God blessed her womb?” She bit her lip. This….religion was going to be the contention between them.

“ Mary was….” She stopped herself before it came out. To an unbeliever it was… a fairytale at best. She had wanted to believe, wanted to for her grandfather, she just couldn’t.

Could she for Luca? She doubted it, she’d let her children decide though.

“Say it….fuckin say it Sera.” He stepped towards her placing his hands on either side of her chair lording over her. He knew she hated that. She was just as fierce though, and truthfully it was probably in response to her “ignoring him.” to fish his jacket. She was trying to stay level headed.

“I’m not fighting with you about religion Luciano, I respect you and what you believe, I wish I could believe…I just can’t.” Great now she was standing. He backed up, allowing her to move. He was an incredibly intelligent man.

“ You wont try.” It was an accusation more than anything. She knew better than to bite.

“If it means that much to you then I’ll go. I’ll sit there and listen, but I won't participate if it's not genuine.” She wondered if he would do that for her, she doubted it. He seemed fine if she practiced and he didn’t see it or smell her witchy weeds.

“Fine!” he gestured and tossed his hands. He won, barely.

“Fine!” She yelled back, tossing her hands up. She felt like a child. Two fires only created a large pyre.

“I want you to come to America with me. Sera my Uncle is closing up his shop after Christmas, you’ll be out of a job, please, come with me.” He rushed her, taking her into her arms. She stood stiffly.

“What? I’m sorry, he was going to mention this when?” This was all fresh news to her. When was anyone going to tell her? She couldn’t buy the shop. She was unemployed. Shit.

“Why do you think he's got so many orders huh? They know the best Italian tailor is leaving. It was naturally assumed you’d be coming with him and I to New York Sera. Think of it! Big modern buildings, American’s, a new life where no one knows us.” She scoffed at him, she could feel a panic attack coming on. She’d already started a new life and in a new place with a man she barely met, she was committed to. This was all new to her.

“Serafina, did you hear me? He ain't expecting you to stay, he thought the same why I did. That you’d follow my cause you’d be knocked up.”

“ Wow, you could put a ring on my finger first, Changretta!” She roared. God, he really was trying to lock her down!

“ I’ll get you a ring if you follow me to America and quit trying to kill my seed.” Oh, men and their legacy! He was already a few years older than her. Could he have married and knocked her up? Why now with her?

“ Can I think about this?!” She was now standing on the other side of the room daring her with her steely gaze to be dumb enough to cross and try to hold her again. He really wasn't going to give her a choice was he? To be fair, in 1919 there weren't many ways to prevent pregnancy, not effectively. She definitely did not was an abortion in this timeline. Ouch. He’d definitely leave her then being a staunch Catholic.

“Of course, we leave tomorrow at 10am Tesoro.” He had made up his mind. Her head slowly swiveled to look at him. She could kill him right now.

A string of Italian profanity and insults left her mouth much to his amusement. She had to call Sabrina and Violet. It was supposed to be the three of them, the triumvirate. How could they be a triangle of power with just two?”

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A loud resounding knock on the door frame caught her attention. She looked up to see his tall gaunt frame in the doorway, he looked exhausted.

“I’m going to London for the weekend with Arthur and John. Do you want to tell me what a rat bastard I was before I go or not?” The great Thomas Shelby, leader of the peaky blinders, was standing in his sister's doorway, addressing his little pink and gold clad gypsy princess one last time trying to appeal to her sweeter nature. Mind You he didn't apologize.

Trullyfully Sabrina was hiding from his Aunt, who she loved like a mother, because when they were talking earlier Polly had admonished her for trying to make a man guess what he did wrong. She insisted the girl get herself together and lay it out.

She then had been told to quit being a brat and suck it up by John. She loved John like a brother, now he was another She;by to avoid.

She hugged her pillow tightly. She just hated trying to talk about this stuff. It was hard and the lump in her throat wanted to strangle her.

“I’m not begging you anymore.” He was firm. She knew he had a right to be upset too. She had just been ghosting him in his own family’s home.

“Wait. “ She shot across the room and pulled him in causing them both to stumble. The door closed in time for Finn to walk by and see his brother fall on top of that dainty woman.

Tommy descended on her like a love starved man kissing and sucking at her. She was weak to it now, since she’d had a taste of him. He didn’t seem to care that he had her rough;y pinned to the cold wooden floor. He was devouring her.

“Tommy… we …need…” She tried talking, let alone breathing between his lust filled kisses hot and passionate. While she wasn’t oppressed to his molestation, they did need to talk and clear the air. Especially if he was going to London, the loud glittering city with loose women.

“Talk later.” He’s tearing at her clothes.”I need to feel you, taste you before I go to the city.” He did need her, desperately. He loved to touch her and be reassured through her touches. She’d been cold to him, depriving him of sleep as well.

“No! Just give me a minute, I want you, I do. Back up.” She was panting from his aggressive sexual advances. She wasn’t complaining.

“Why are you always so afraid to talk to me eh?” He sat on his haunches looking at her, seeking out an answer in her blue and brown eyes. He was far more vulnerable than most people ever got to see him. She loved that he was soft and would open up to her, in most cases, unless it was business. Supposedly that was for safety.

“It's not just you. I do this to my sisters and family too.” She whispered. The lump in her throat was back.

“What did I do wrong eh?” He leaned forward trying to grab her hand. He wanted contact with her. She placed her delicate hand in his rough large man hands. He was eager for her touch, drawing lazy circles around her tumb. “Tell me, I want to fix this between us.”

“It’s me too. I just hate being cooped up here and…” the door flung open revealing Arthur who quickly apologized and closed the door. She could feel the breeze on her bare legs, her skirts were up to her hips. He’d gotten quite a view of her limber legs.

“We have to live somewhere where other people aren't barging in all the time.” That hadn't been what should have tumbled out of her mouth but it was genuine. Finn banged on the bathroom door all the time. She and Polly often joked he was more of a girl then they were fussing about his appearance.

“Hey, hey, Sabrina, look at me, look at me.” He cupped her face tracing his slowly cirles near her jaw. She adored this gesture the most. Oh, she loved this man. She could feel the bones her neck melting to jelly as she leaned into his embrace. She knew he held her. “ I promise, when I get back from London everything is going to change. I promise. I’ll buy you a house, get married, fill it with feral little Romany children that run a full staff ragged.” He watched her expression change as he kept adding to a laundry list of white picket fence ideas. They sounded great..over time.

“I’ll take you traveling to the country whenever I can eh.” That was the most romantic thing he’d said to her. He’d take her out camping.

“You're going to get busy Tommy.” She knew, she knew what awaited him with London, Sabini, Solomons and expansion. Her house would come after his next near death experience.

“I promise.” she couldn't tell him she knew about a few key unchanged events. Key Points in his life. She knew she’d be cooped up in a mansion if he fell for her. The grounds seem nice but she also foresaw his political campaign…..dark futures if she couldn’t help him untangle the Shelby curse he apparently wasn’t even aware of yet. It had befallen them years ago just before his mother passed. She’d seen it. His mother was a spirit guide of Sabrina’s but she wasn’t ready to tell him that yet.

“Tommy, I..” She needed to warn him.

“Yeah, promise me, promise me you’ll be here when I get back and you won't be sour with me.” She couldn’t promise that. She needed to go to London. Maybe soften things with Solomons, Serafina and Luca could meet with Sabini…. She might have to do this one on her own. Oh, she hated being alone in this timeline! Men weren’t the same. Gentlemen her backside, this was not the era of gentlemen if there ever was such a thing.

“I’m mad about you spending more time doing business in the front room of Arthur's pub and leaving me with Grace. I thought you….that comment about being able to take me to the races. I can dress well, I’ve had etiquette classes. I dress like this because I love it, I feel closer to my family like this, I want to be included, Tommy. I want to help you.” She prayered her sincerity would get through to his big stubborn man's head. Once he shook his head she knew she’d be slinking around behind his back.

“No, no Brina, because I don't care what happens to Grace, I care what happens to you. I need you safe, do you understand me? I need you at home, to be my safe space. Everything I do is for you and my family.” Ah, this again!

“Violet said that.” Sabrina regretted the words the moment they flew out. He of course latched on.

“She's my new favorite sister then.” He liked people who agreed with him and saw things his way. Who didn’t.

“You haven't even met Serafina.” She smiled coyly knowing full well they’d clash. A sharp ringing filled the room. Her ball wanted her attention. No doubt a sister with a warning or a scolding.

“ When you're done with your crystal ball call, seek me out. I want to spend the night with you tonight. Alone.” He patted her on the thought and offered her his arm. He pulled her to her feet and placed a soft kiss on top of her curly blonde head.

She hated luring him into a false sense of obedience, she already knew she was going to London somehow.

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What do you think about the modern clashes of attitude and cultures? What choices will the ladies make?

#peaky blinders fanfic #thomasshelby #luca changretta fanfic #gypsy #Charliestrong #time travel #deghant witches #curses #friends to lovers

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 4 months ago

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Cursed-3 sister series (DeGhants) chapter 5

Violet and Sabrina weave love spells. Serafina heats things up with Luca.

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Chapter 5

The healers club-Violet

The yard was abuzz with activity much to Charlie’s chagrin.

He’d warned Violet that the yard was his place of business and that not all his acquisitions had been acquired legally.

He told her the last time that he ran a scrap yard, not a general store for people to mill about in and look around. Yet, here he stood looking at the que in front of him filled with curious people. He didn’t need that.

This could draw the police. He tossed his hands up into the air and wildly gestured to all the people milling about.

She sheepishly looked at him and mouthed a silent apology. He sighed and shook his head at her and rubbed his face in exasperation.

She felt really bad, truly, he was so introverted. He wasn't the type that enjoyed being around people too much.

Curly, her and a few Shelbys for a limited amount of time seemed to be his threshold limit of people he tolerated.

She’d seen him melting down jewelry and statues the past few weeks. She said she knew and understood yet there was a linen forming for the two gypsy women who were hawking their spells and medical teas to the entirety of Birmingham.

He seemed to be up to something. He was stashing money and working twice as hard. The board seemed in good condition and it wasn’t her business why he was working twice as hard to earn money.

Perhaps it was to purchase his own horse or something.

She held her breath as he marched towards her head down, he was muttering something in Rokka, she doubted he would intentionally let her hear what he was saying. He was on a mission though. His long legs carried him closer to him swiftly.

“Violet, we talked about this. You’ll have to take your business out of the yard when I’m busy.” He had addressed her in a common language between their families. She’d been so pleased now that her grandmother had insisted they learn the archaic tongue. Mr Strong, the Shelbys and Grey’s used the language a lot. His tone was gruff but firm.

She could see the deep dark circles under his eyes now. He needed rest.

“I’m sorry, it's mostly my fault.” Sabrina Deghant smiled up at him. He shifted on his feet and sighed. Violet hid her smile as Charlie softened around her baby sister. Sabrina’s sweet syrup like nature melted the men of Birmingham.

“You're the witch that blesses the horses and has my ambitious nephew wrapped around your finger.” His assessment of Sabrina’s witchcraft skills seemed to please the younger women. Her face lit up like sunshine.

“ And I sell love potions and spells.” She chirped as she held out her dainty clean hand to him. Charlie looked down at his blackened and cracked hands.

Violet had been surprised when he flipped his hand open towards her, palm up. That was trusting. His life lines show deep and dark through the cracks.

How Violet loved watching those strong hands work.

“Huh, do your little spells work? What if the other person doesn't reciprocate?” His question caught her off guard. It was interesting to her that he was asking. He was a smart man, he preferred to use his hands more than his mind however and he seemed genuinely interested in Sabrina’s work.

“There has to be a connection between two people or it doesn't work, then I give refunds.” Sabrina honestly seemed to startle the older man. She giggled next to her baby sister. Charlie had known her long enough to know the DeGhant women were anything but subtle.

“A gypsy that does refunds? “ He shook his head in disbelief. His face was riddled with amusement and confusion. “Never heard of that before. Interesting business practice.”

“Because she doesn’t have to give refunds.” Violet winked at Charlie as she said it. She caught him blushing at her cheekiness.

“Here, try this, wear it around your wrist.” Sabrina grabs his hand without asking and ties the Quartz crystal around his wrist. He glanced down at it with a slight distance causing the women to stifle their mutual laughter.

Here was this tall, muscular dirty man wearing a pink rock around his wrist.

“It’s a pink crystal.” He said flatley.

“It’ll bring you luck.” Sabrina grinned and turned to address a paying customer. Charlie exchanged glances with Violet, a silent question with his eyes as if he were asking if her little sister were touched in the head.

He arched his eyebrow at Violet as Sabrina stood on her tippy toes and draped a long pink quartz on her sister's neck. Sabrina winked at her elder sister.

“Think it looks better on you.” He admired the women before him. Violet felt a sift red flush creeping up on her face and neck.

“Come on girls, out onto the streets. “ His abrupt command forced them out of the almost soft moment. He led them to the main gate to usher them out onto the dirty streets to hawk their wares and spells.

He grunted and shoved at the lock to let out everyone onto the street. It refused to budge. He pulled back slightly as violet's soft tan hand slid down his and wrapped gently over.

She pulled and tugged gently. The lock released, but her hand didn’t move away from his.

Charlie sucked in his breath. They both glanced down at their entwined state.

“Then you must have enchanted the gates so only you can open them.” He teased Violet gently, earning a hip bump from her.

“Something is definitely enchanted.” Sabrina winked at her elder sister as she separated the two of them and walked through the open iron.

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Green eye’d mobster

Serefina kept her head down as if she was finding the road interesting as a slick black vehicle pulled up in front of her.

He’d played her this morning, now it was her turn to seductively torture him.

Her game began once he climbed out and offered her his hand. She tilted her head slightly up, giving him inch by inch of her lovely face profile staring with her pale grey eyes. She smirked as his moss green eyes fell to her plump red lips.

She had him.

She extended her black gloved hand into his, she wasn’t surprised when he lifted to his lips and gently placed a kiss on the back of her hand. She hadn’t expected him to gently tilt her hand over to expose her palm. His soft warm lips ghosted over her soft flesh intimately.

His eyes flashed his anger as they continued their slow gaze up her arm. She had slipped into the bathroom before coming outside, intentionally pulled her slip out a bit to show off her shoulder and mussed up her hair to mess with him. She knew he thought Sabini’s hands had been roaming all over her.

He had remained tense in the vehicle for most of the ride home. She’d caught his little glances as she fixed her hair and dress making sure when she adjusted her bodice, she hoisted up her breasts for his wandering gaze. Serafina wasn’t a small wisp like Sabrina, no she and Violet had gotten blessed in the breasts.

He looked like a wolf biding his time at the edge of the woods. She caught the glances from him when she’d adjusted herself.

She wasn’t opposed to him devouring her, after all, she was technically a modern woman. She’d fuck and kiss on the first date if she wanted too.

The plan had been to go eat at his brother's restaurant and then he’d drop her off. She was surprised however when it blurred in black, gold and red. Luca hadn't attempted to stop.

She arched her black eyebrow at him. He stared straight ahead. He’d changed plans on her, this also wasn't the way to her apartment.

“Change your mind Changretta?” She teased. His jaw got a little tight, he’d insisted she call him Luca. She planned to, when she was in his bed, underneath him writhing in pleasure.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, pretending something outside the window was more important.

They’d stopped at a town house in the much nicer side of the italian neighborhood.

Luca Changretta oozed power, money and taste. The outside of his black and gold home was no different. His house lit up like a christmas tree beckoning them inside the gilded cage.

“Yours?” She mouthed and looked him up and down definitely. He grinned at her and nodded. That grin promised sex and predatory advancements.

She’d let him fuck a baby into her tonight if asked. She bit her lip and placed her hand in his for him to lead her into his personal space.

“You're a woman of refined taste and character Serafina, I ain't taking you to the normal places I’d romance a lady.” She smiled, he was taking her home, to his personal and most private space. Interesting move.

“So you took me to your home? That's presumptuous of you.” She purred at him.

“Only the best, come on, my brother is inside with his staff. Let me impress you Tessoro.” She’d been surprised when he’d called her treasure. That was quite the close nickname. She didn’t hate it. In fact, her core tightened in response.

He leads her inside gently guiding her with his hand on her back.

White marble veined in gold and black decorated the floors and walls, hand carved woods etched in the stairs and wooden furniture. He liked the color red as well. She's impressed. Hand cut crystal from Italy glittered in all the light sconces and chandeliers. The name had exquisite taste.

“All imported from Italy, including my staff. Are you impressed?” He’d led her into the dining room. She really looked at him, studying his face just then. He really cared what she thought of him.

Oh, the man was falling for her and oh so hard and fast.

“You certainly have exquisite taste.” She didn’t want to embarrass him, not yet , they didn’t have the relationship to joke established.

“I know. Thought that was obvious. “ His green orbs raked up and down her figure. She smiled and shot him a sexy smirk.

He pulled out her chair, choosing to sit next to her and not at the head of the table. Their chair seats were touching, as were they.

A decadent dinner awaited her, he’d pulled out all the stops. She smiled when he kept asking her to open her mouth so she could taste his dishes. She knew this game. A man had never played it with her though let alone so smoothly. Lobster, crab legs drenched in butter and pasta and oysters which he seemed to enjoy lining up to her lips and tilting her head back to watch her suck them in between her lips.

If the food wasn’t the aphrodisiac then his attention to detail and planning definitely was for her. He could treat a woman that was for sure.

After dinner he led her into the living room full of warm red velvet fabrics, fur draped blankets and rugs. She smiled knowing full well what this room was actually used for.

“You wanna dance with me Serafina?” She knowingly took his hand, aware of the double meaning. He wasted no time making his intent known. The jazz rose and fell drawing out the house noises as she swayed provocatively close to him.

He started placing his hands higher up the back of her dress leading her into confusion at first until she felt the tug of the corset laces.

She tried to not roll her eyes when he aggressively pulled at the loops, almost taking her back.

“I thought I made you promise that you weren't going to see her dress on his floor tonight.” She goaded him smack at his hand placing them firmly to her side. His eyes got wide and the most beautiful smile graced his chiseled face.

“I have a feeling that you aint impressed by all the glamor Sera. You're a woman that knows what she likes though.” He leaned in, being a few inches taller than her, her nose rested right in his collar bones. His clean cologne and aftershave invade her senses as his finger hooked into the neck of her dress. He stopped as if asking for permission.

That impressed her. A man like that was used to getting what he wanted. It was nice to know he could be a gentleman.

“I appreciate your fantastic taste and the glamour is nice Luca, I personally find the man more impressive though.” He kissed her then and she eagerly returned with heated passion. It had been way too long since she’d had a man.

She reached back to help him unlace her fully and shuck off her red dress.

“Don't lose those laces Tessoro, I’m tying you up in my bed with those later.” He replied huskily and hungary as he devoured her mouth.

#peaky blinders fanfic #original character #thomasshelby #gypsy #Charlie strong #luca changretta #time travel #fate #romance #DeGhant witches

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 2 months ago

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Cursed-3 sisters trilogy-10

Sabrina gets caught/ Violet gets Charlie alone and Serafina taunts Luca Changretta.

Sex, schemes and gypsy things.

Sabrina felt the snap as soon as it happened. Someone discovered her secret out about her paramore at the Arrow house. She felt the tingle of gold and pastel magic as it glittered around her, getting reabsorbed.

Her stomach tightened remembering Thomas's words to her. "I'll punish you when I get back if I found out you went to London."

She packed quickly looking around the stunning white and gold hotel room Luca had paid for as a thank you for visiting her own sister before he sailed off with her to America. She stuffed her toiletries into her small pink pouch and checked out.

Panic was fluttering in her stomach like a tree filled with butterflies. She made it out to the hotel's front steps, the sun blinding her vision.

"Had a meeting with one Alfed Solomans today. Mentioned seeing a beautiful blonde haired gypsy girl." Sabrina froze and bright her daint hand up to shield her blue and brown eyes as her head shifted to the sound of her irritated lover's voice.

The man who'd captured her heart stood posh and proper under a tree. He wore his blue 3 piece suit, a favorite of hers and no doubt intentional. His peaky hat shaded his piercing curelane blue eyes. He stood smoking, the white cloud swirling around him like her magic had done to her recently. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the empty spot on the sidewalk in front of him.

She slowly walked up to him. She kept her head down demure knowing she'd intentionally lied to him and was now caught. She had to accept her fate.

"He kept going into detail, her eyes were like the night sky swirling mysterious and knowing. Sweetheart face, petite and long wavy blonde hair the color of corn silk. Dressed like a traditional woman. Solomon waxed quite poetically about you." His brows were knit tightly in disapproval, his jaw was set and his eyes gleamed with anger.

Sabrina's stomach hurt. "I just wanted to see Serafina before she went off. I was safe and smart. I am those things outside of you Thomas." She met his eyes. She hated facing him but she knew her words rang true.

"I'm trying to keep you safe." He sighed and tossed his cigarette into the ground, grinding it out with the toe of his polished shoe. "This world.." He glanced around and tipped his head in greeting as some men walked by glancing at Sabrina. "My time is different from yours. It's not as…gentle Sabrina, as you have all made it out to be." He brushed her locks away from her face. She felt more vulnerable everytime he did that gesture. It was a rare moment of tenderness from the hardened gangster.

"I'm sorry I lied to you and snuck out to London. I was technically supervised though by my sister's Mafia boyfriend so…I was safe about it." She smiled and tried making herself look innocent. He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly getting a headache.

"Headache again?" She asked, concerned. He was getting those alot lately.

"Yes, I started naming my headaches:Sabrina." He smirked as she scoffed and crossed her arms clearly not amused that his head pain was named after her.

"How did you manage to convince my family you were home? And don't lie to me again Sabrina. I'm hungry and my head hurts." He sighed. She could see the cut on his head. He'd gotten into another scrap. She knew from her timeline that he was starting his London expansion. This was the Eden Club era.

"I used a spell that made it look like I was there as long as no one touched that version of Sabrina or found out," She paused to glare at him." It was fool proof. Except apparently I'm a fool and accidentally bumped into your future man bestie." She grumbled. His confused face caught her eye though. She was speaking like a "modern" woman again.

"You can make people think you are physically present with them when you aren't? You don't get hurt." He was thinking, she could see it behind his blue eyes. Never a good thing when Thomas Shelby got an idea.

"No, it's just an image…why?" She was highly suspicious now. He was plotting whether for a time now or later….he put her magic trick to use. She had no doubt.

"That may help us both out in the future…" She tossed her arms up in the air at his admittance. She hated being right sometimes.

"I hate when the cogs in your brain start turning like that." She reached up, her gestures as if she were turning the cogs herself. He smiled warmly at her.

"Cogs eh? I like that. You're not off the hook young lady, I'm still going to punish you for lying to me." His stern expression and mischief were emerging in his tone.

"Technically it wasn't a lie, I was there….as an image." She knew she couldn't save herself. He shook his head indicating that the punishment would benefit them both.

"Technicality eh?" I fear how smart and manipulative our children will be." He retorted. She blushed to her core feeling it tighten. He thought of children with her?

"You want to have babies with me?" She gushed and gave a little bounce forgetting they were in public. When she looked at him the rest of the world blurred around her. He smirked. "I have plans outside of the family business." His voice was low and husky. He kissed her senseless. She yelped in surprise and pulled back when she felt his firm hand smack her ass.

Vehicles now." he pointed and let out a genuine chuckle at her flush. She was kind of into it.

She felt a heaviness in her heart with her sister's departure. She'd seen Serafina off at the docks exchanging tearful goodbyes and giving advice to Luciano Changretta on how to handle her sister's fear of water and moodiness.

She'd felt better after she'd been able to talk to the man. He seemed well equipped to handle her headstrong passionate sister without smothering her spark. She felt better knowing that he genuinely cared for the fire witch.

She'd even gotten to meet the great Thomas Shelby, Sabrina, whom her youngest sister fought with frequently and was madly in love with. He'd driven Sabrina down to the docks to see their sister off. He surprised her by asking if Charlie was taking her home on the boat or if she'd like a ride. She hadn't thought of Charlie passing by. After several weeks of no contact, she'd be lying if she said she hadn't had a desire to see him.

"How much to buy passage to Birming" Violet was smiling ear to ear waiting for the older gentlemen to remove his hat and look at her. She'd found Charlie's boat tied to a moor at a dock near Camden town. According to Thomas, Charlie had some cargo he'd sold and would be leaving by noon. He was resting on the bow, hands on his chest and his peaky hat over his face to blot out what sun may show its face for a few moments.

"I'm not interested in taking on passengers." He said gruffly unaware that it was Violet DeGhant, the lady who's caravan sat in his yard, addressing him.

"Charles Strong, if you leave me stranded I will never forgive and once I get back to Birmingham I'll hex your tea." She scolded him harshly. She had his attention though.

He sat up, hat sliding off his face held in one hand. He laughed and shook his head once he realized it was Violet. He cocked his head and scoffed looking at her with his weary face.

"What business do you have unaccompanied in London, luv?" He stood and reached his hand out to her. A flurry of emotions rushed over his gentle eyes. She accepted and was pulled into the boat. She handed him her little carpet bag which he tossed with a thud against a small door no doubt leading inside.

She raised an eyebrow at his posture. He was a tall thin man, who stood over her by several inches. His hands were on his hips and his eyes glued to her awaiting an answer.

"My sister sailed to America today. I came by to have a few hours with her last night to visit and then see her off today." He looked over, his face softening a bit. "Besides, Thomas was around and dropped me off here. I wasn't alone." She smiled at his concern and squeezed his hand. "So will you take me back?" She asked gently. He nodded his grin, a slow lazy smile coming across his face.

"Come on, it'll give us a chance to talk without your customers interrupting or Curly talking to us." He sounded gruff but she caught a little glimmer in his eye.

Maybe he'd had enough time to think…maybe about her.

Sera hadn't expected to feel so emotional and upset by the departure. To be fair she really hadn't time to process when Luca had sprung the move to America and her abrupt job loss. She had to pack, see her sister and pack a house. It was too much too soon for sera and her carefree personality.

Serafina DeGhant paced back and forth trying to unpack a few objects and keep her body, fingers and mind busy.

"Sera, sit down, you're making the staff nervous. I've taken hundreds of ships back and forth. This is an easy trip. Relax." Luca patted his lap indicating where he'd like her to sit.

She stopped minwalk and turned to glare at him. Flying and time travel were far less jarring to her than a ship. A steel clad tomb she'd called it earlier when he'd scolded her for being dramatic. Of course that just inspired her to be more dramatic to tease him.

He'd taken her by the stairs, it was a lovely aggressive way to destress.

He must have seen into her thoughts from her facial expressions because he chuckled and undid his belt buckle….just in case. " Come here." He commanded, his voice husky and low.

She smirked, wondering how far she could push him to ignite a much more passionate dominant response from him.

"You want this belt across your ass naughty girl. Come here." He snapped his fingers at her. She tossed her head and laughed over her shoulder knowing this was going to be a good distracting fuck.

#peaky blinders fanfic #thomasshelby #luca changretta fanfic #charliestrong #friends to lovers #original character #gypsy #DeGhant witches #time travel #curses #witches

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 4 months ago

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Cursed-3 sisters series (DeGhant Oc's) PB

Your kind of people

Sabrina is hurt by Tommy's comment and lack of attention. Luca finds out Serafina's secret and a fight breaks out.

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Your kind of people

Sabrina had been thrilled to go out with him. Since she lived with him and the extended Shelby clan, an invite out was a rare thing.

She never thought he was ashamed of her, rather she could tell he wanted to keep her safe.

She was going nuts staying with his house, the betting shop or Charlie's yard.

Sarafina had made her a pink tea dress dripping in soft pearlescent pink silk with gorgeous hand tatted lace from France. The younger sister had been too afraid to ask how much it had cost her. Apparently it was her birthday and Christmas gift which meant it was probably more than Sabrina could earn in a year even with all the spells, charms and blessings she did for people.

She gently pierced her hat, shuddering at the sound of the silver hat pin stabbing through the delicately woven material.

She was not a fan of the clothing for this time. There were so many layers, even in her traditional traveler clothing and each piece had an etiquette or social reason for its existence. Gloves and hats were a good example of this. She hated gloves, Tommy had chuckled when she’d had a twenty minute rant of the filthiness and uselessness of the garment.

He was a man, he had less structured layers.

“You look like a proper lady, had that dress been ready I could have taken you to the races.” He was leaning against the open door frame to their bedroom as she had been pinning things in place for last minute propriety. He bit into an apple and smiled looking at her surprised expression.

She had wanted to go with him. He could have made sure she had a dress. Did he really think she wasn’t capable of holding her own at a fancy event just because she liked to dress traditionally at the time? Her mouth closed and she brushed past him.

She was going out, with or without him.

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The Garrison was busy and a flurry of excitement. Tommy had been holding meetings most of the night so she made herself busy by dancing and laughing with John or Arthur. If she didn’t have a sister, she would have wanted to be born into their family. They were amazing big brothers.

Tommy still hadn’t gotten the subtle clue that she was angry at him.

“That’s a beautiful dress.” Sabrina beamed at Grace. She’d moved to the bar to be away from the snug. She wasn’t happy about the business meeting he was holding. She thought they were going out together.

Being from the future she knew all about Grace's past, motivation and that eventually, in her former timeline she’d been Thomas Shelby's love.

She felt a bit bad for Grace. However their half sister Iris, who was clairvoyant, had informed her that Grace lived and had a great life after her divorce in New York, so, it wasn’t all bad for her.

“Thank you, so how do you like working for the Shelbys?” Sabrina found Grace pleasant enough. She had beautiful eyes and a great smile. She could see how Tommy had fallen for her, at least based on her looks. She’d never talked to her before.

“It’s never boring.” Sabrina laughed with her.She could relate.

“Try living with them.” Sabrina giggled into the beer Grace had offered her. She stopped drinking when the Irish women’s eye’s were blown wide open, a startled look settled on her face.

“Are you family?” Grace’s brogue was deep now, her tone laced with concern. Had she not known they were together? Sabrina’s blue and brown eyes flitted to the small door that separated the bar part where Grace was to the snug. What was going on?

“Oh I’m just…” Sabrina wasn’t sure what to say. She felt embarrassed and unsure what she was to him at the moment. She hated this feeling.

“Tom’s practically got a ring on her finger, be dumb to let this one go.” Arthur’s large hand came crashing down on her tiny shoulder, squeezing tighty. She was grateful he’d interrupted. Not sure she agreed with his interpretation of her relationship with his brother at the moment.

“Yeah, if he did I’d scoop her up.” John leaned on her and planted a drunken kiss on her cheek.

“John Shelby!”She admonished the jovial Shelby man and pushed him back gently. “ I don’t think I could handle you.” John and Arthur roared at her as she playful nudged him back again. He was coming in for another kiss. She wasn’t strong enough to push him off on a normal day, she didn’t want to hurt him drunk.

Grace seemed amused by the spectacle.

“I’d let you handle me Sabrina, any way you wanted.” He landed a kiss on her neck and toppled them both over. Sabrina wasn’t tall by anyone's standards. She landed on the floor with John Shelby between her legs. No one heard the door opening behind them.

“Oi, John! That’s enough, Arthur, take him to the snug and sober him up. Now.” Tommy lifted the young witch to her feet and helped smooth out her dress. She didn’t fight him, that would be coming later after she processed what John had said.

“You alright?” Tommy tucked a strand of hair behind her ear affectedly and kissed her head as he disappeared around the car to grab his own drinks before disappearing again. Sabrina watched him close the door and decided she was ready to go.

“John seems quite taken with you. Tommy is affectionate also.” Grace looked her up and down and smiled slightly. Sabrina could feel the energy shift. She’d just been proclaimed the enemy by the other blonde.

“Yeah, I thought he would have mentioned me. I’m sorry, must have slipped his mind.” Sabrina smiled sweetly. She wasn’t a game player, if Grace wanted to be jealous she couldn’t help that. Sabrina couldn’t ignore a slight however.

“Hmm. Must have.” Grace made herself busy down the bar as Sabrina finished her beer and strode briskly towards the door. She’d had enough tonight. She needed to see Violet.

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Violet mused that the weather was predicting her moods and adjusting accordingly. It had been foggy, rainy, chilly and moody like her for the last week.

Charlie Strong had gone down the river for various business ventures. Violet had wanted to come but wasn’t sure how or if she should ask. So she stayed behind and tended to her plants.

Since the incident over a week ago with the quartz she’d caught Charlie stealing glances at her more frequently but he also looked irritated and acted like her presence was bothering him. She had chosen to pretend to ignore it and let him sort out his feelings himself.

He hadn’t had a relationship in a very long time. His edges had grown quite sharp in their daily bachelor hood routine.

Violet was also aware that Charlie's love, The Shelby children's mother, had been Charlie's first true love. He’d helped fish her out of the cut.

Violet could be patient, understanding the pain of seeing your soulmate's body cold and unresponsive. The hot searing pain that knowing their soul, their essence was gone from you forever, that was the truest sharpest form of pain she’d ever known.

She’d been relieved when he announced a trip. She was surprised that he was still gone however. It wasn’t her business, yet it was bothering her.

She missed him. For all his gruffness he did have his own charm about him. He was an honest man, well in speech at any rate and he was full of interesting life stories.

A loud banging of the rusty giant gate announced the arrival of her blonde hair baby sister. Violet shook the thoughts of Mr. Strong from her head.

She’d been surprised to see Sabrina, looking like a proper lady in pink, briskly walking towards her, intent on a hug and probably a cup of hot tea from the looks of her.

Her usually delicate and sweet face, always ready to grace anyone with a smile was set in a thunderous scowl, her energy was swirling about her like a storm.

“What happened?” Violet barely asked her question before the petite woman threw herself against her older sister and buried her face in the other's neck.

All violet had been able to discern was something about Thomas, men being men and nonsense.

Violet stepped back and held onto her sister's shoulders. Sabrina was a pouty little princess.

“Come on, step into my caravan, I’ll get you some tea and biscuits. Then you can tell me all about the nonsense Thomas Shelby is getting himself into now.” Violet wrapped her arms around Brina’s shoulders and ushered her into the direction of the green and purple shelter shed made into a home.

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“What’s going on? Tell Violet all about it.” She passed the hot beverage to her sister and a plate of cookies for them to share. She raised a gentle scolding brow when Sabrina had slid the whole plate in front of her. She apparently wasn’t going to share the sweet treats.

“ So, you know how he insisted Grace go to the races and he paid her wayyyyy to much to buy that stupid red dress?” Sabrina’s tone was harsh and hot, her tongue poised for a harsh lashing about her boyfriend's character.

Violet was grateful she’d had over poured her cup so she had to focus on not spilling hot tea all over herself. She was trying not to smile at her jealous and slighted sister's version of events, while she didn’t believe her baby sister was wrong, it was the annoyed tone and exaggerated word choices that had Violet amused.

abrina was the most carefree, calm one out of the three sisters.

Seeing her riled up was a rare event. Sabrina wasn’t wrong to be angry about Grace and Tommy, she’d been happy Sabrina hadn’t been forced into a room with that vile beast of a man, Billy Kimber.

Even his name tasted like ash on her tongue.

“So today he looks at me in this fancy dress that Sera made for me, and he says says,

“You look like a proper lady, had that dress been ready I could have taken you to the races.”

“Seriously!? Like he’s the only one capable of looking above his station, I mean it's just clothing? Right?” Sabrina paused momentarily allowing Violet to think she could insert her own thoughts. She guessed wrong because just as her mouth opened Sabrina chattered right over top of what she’d been about to say.

“ And once we got into the pub, he did nothing but have secret squirrel meetings in his little room, leaving me to drunk men and Grace. Who, by the way started off nice and that quickly turned sour after she heard John call me Tommys girl and now, she hates me.” Sabrina huffed and took a deep breath. She had flung herself back against the bench and sloughed down. Violet grabbed the table to steady herself as the caravan rocked gently.

Violet tried not to smile while her sister shoved a biscuit into her mouth, no lady like nibbles.

“Sounds like an eventful evening.“ She commented watching the younger DeGhant’s mood sour more.

“Annoying evening, and then…” Sabrina sat forward and launched into her next tired. She was in a mood and Violet knew from experience to just let her go and get it out. A tired Sabrina was a thinking and far more gentle woman.

Violet chuckled, grateful Sab hadn’t caught her smirk. Thomas Shelby was in for it tonight. She didn’t envy him.

*****************Serafina DeGhant*********************

Changretta’s woman, as she was now frequently being called, much to her own irritation, as if she needed the identity and ownership of a man to have worth, was rushing around the tailor shop grabbing anything off her list that she could remember. An entire bridal party was behind her curtain.

Laces, strands of beads and pearls littered her over burdened hands. This appointment had been a nightmare with no waking end in sight.

The pressure to address her next impatient walk in appointment wasn’t helping.

Luca was still waiting for her to fit him and place the final touches on his new suit. He sat by the window and tapped his hands on the couch as if impatiently waiting for her attention.

It wasn’t her fault he’d come in unannounced.

“Sometime today Sera, I’m a busy man.” His little ill times comment as she dashed by was unwarranted and frankly, stupid.

She stopped near the couch, her foot through the curtain. Her head turned and her eyes narrowed in anger. She was obviously flustered, a pink flush permanently tattooed under her skin at the moment as the stress drove her anxiously through her day.

“You came in unannounced, Amore Mio, give me a few minutes. I have seven ladies behind this curtain.“ She rolled her eyes as he waved her off. She knew he was busy, she’d heard him talking the other morning on the phone in the next room about New York and a visit.

She’d woken up because the chilled morning air had started hitting her naked back and shoulders.

She wished he’d just let her work on his suit at home, he’d practically moved her into his home, his staff were discrete but some were judgemental. He was a soldier in the mafia, she really didn't understand why they expected him to play by anyone's rules.

She certainly wouldn’t either, that was just in her contrite nature.

A distant ringing could be heard through the shop but she quickly dove between the thick velvet curtains and started pinning trims and getting feedback unaware that her lover had found a little secret out about her.

“We’ll talk later Sera, I have business I need to attend to.” He’d spoken to her through the curtain. She heard his heavy footsteps pounding off and the little bell announcing that rapid departure. He was upset, oh well. She didn't just work for him.

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He’d been quiet all through dinner and barely acknowledged anything she’d said. She could tell something had been bothering him and just dismissed it as stress from his dangerous line of work. She’d been thrilled when he’d asked her to accompany him on their evening walk.

She looked forward to the stroll through the wooded path in the heart of the busy polluted city.

She’d been startled when he had pulled her off the path and by some bushes. She was now getting upset with his moody and erratic behavior.

“I found this earlier, something you wanna tell me?” He’d been carrying a satchel on their walk, at first she thought maybe it was just a bottle of wine and cheese. They’d picniced out before. No, he pulled out her crystal ball. The faint ringing, she realized had been one of her sisters trying to call her on that silly thing. The connection was secure and it was portable. Her ball was the 1919 equivalent of a cell phone, she shouldn’t have brought it but thought it safe to keep it with her in the back room of the shop then at home where Luca worked sometimes.

“You have killed people Luca, don't tell me your catholic faith is shaken by the fact that I have a crystal ball.” She knew that wasn’t it. This was far deeper than an orb. He’d told her one night he didn’t believe in magic, she’d joked she had bewitched him. Truth be told she didn’t need to. They just had raw chemistry.

She also knew he wasn’t a good catholic so magic shouldn’t bother him. He was superstitious however. She found that out when she’d placed her hats on the bed and asked him to help her pick. Oh, the lecture that followed about bad luck….

“I didn’t realize you were one of those people. A traveller, it doesn't sit well with me Cara Mia.” Her eye’s were the size of teacup saucers now. He was serious, he was genuinely upset at her upbringing.

“Excuse me?” Her voice was high pitched and angry. She could feel her nostrils flare. She’s hated being taken aback. She prides herself on seeing little emotional nuances and shifts in people that no one else caught, yet she had missed his signals.

What was he doing to her? Softening her, that’s what.

“I went to school with the Lee’s, the Shelbys and the Greys, and I found out you are one of these….lying, thieving, Godless people?” A flash of hurt passed between them. He had felt betrayed, he wasn’t the only one.

Anger filled her, fueling the thought of inadequacies she’d had as a child when she’d been bullied for living in a caravan and moving around a lot as a kid.

“I am Serafina DeGhant, I am who defines me, not my background that I am proud to be a part of, of some xenophobic Italian man who should understand what it's like to have people think less of you due to your race, beliefs and background.” All her anger was rushing out her mouth now spilling between them both.

“Eh, you always tell me you're different, you ain't from here. I’m starting to believe you aint even from this century with all your new ideas and modern attitudes.” He tucked her orb back into the bag as if it bothered her that people could see him with a witches object.

Rejection, that's what she feared and hated. The fear of rejection due to what and who she was.

“I’m not, I’m from……my ideas are a hundred plus years from the future.” It wasn’t a lie. She just couldn’t tell him that. He already thought less of her now, however, what was one more earth shattering confession between lovers?

“Oddly specific.” He grumbled out as if he almost believed her. He might at this point.

“Enjoy your walk Changretta, I’m going home tonight.” She spat out and walked past him uncaringly. She hip checked him causing him to stumble as she walked past him.

He smacked his hat on his knee and muttered to himself. He blew it.

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He was pleasantly surprised to see her at the dining room table sewing his suit jacket.

He was bound for America in a few days and desperately needed it done. He hated seeing her work off the clock, even if she was stitching it special because she loved him.

They hadn't said those words yet, but why else would she be here at his table working.

“Thought you said you were going home.” He slowly walked into the room as if he was hoping approaching slowly and calmly wouldn't get her teeth embedded in his neck. Her eyes flicked up, hurt still hiding behind the silver white color that outlined her dark pupils.

“I did and I am.” She said coolly as she slammed the spool down harsher than intended.

He smiled at her little temper tantrum and placed his hand over his heart. He loved how passionate she was. You always knew where you stood with her and why.

“What you said was true.” He walked towards her but didn’t come within hitting distance. Neither one had ever laid a hand on one another, he didn’t doubt she’d throw something at him though if she was truly hot under the collar.

“I only speak the truth, it's not my fault if people aren't in the place to listen or believe it.” She shot back. He grinned wiped the smile off his face before she caught it. She was a livewire.

“I don't wanna fight with you Tessero. I already know I'll lose.” His soft confession made her laugh unexpectedly. She smiled at that.

He pulls out the chair next to her and sits down with his arm around her shoulder. He hated the thought of her walking the streets alone, angry and unguarded.

“Hey, take a break for a minute, I want to talk to you.” His request was said gently enough to disarm her. She pushed her woke away from him and turned her body slightly so they could look at eachother.

Even in her anger, she was respectful and thoughtful.

“Is the great Luca Changretta going to apologize and admit he was wrong.” He chuckled at her humor. That’s how he chose to take it at any rate.

“Don’t get cocky, that’s my role in this relationship.” He said. She kept her comment about roles to herself.

“You were right, I hate being treated like a second class citizen because I’m Italian. I’m proud of my heritage and my devilish good looks. I misspoke when I was surprised. I don't care who or where you come from. You are the most intelligent, highly educated woman I know next to my ma, you're a good worldly woman and I love all those things about you.” His sweet confession made her want to forgive him. A first for her. She usually refused to back down or compromise.

“So it's not going to bother you when my sisters and I go off into the woods in the spring and dance naked around a fire while chanting and covered in blessed mud.” She smirked as his eyebrows raised and he shook his head. She couldn’t resist getting a rise out of him.

“ I’m just stuck on you saying you’d be naked.” His confession made her laugh. She liked having that effect on him. She placed her hands on his face, holding him steady as she leaned in to pepper his face with kisses.

It was a start at least.

#peaky blinders fanfic #original character #DeGhant witches #witches #time travel #friends to lovers #slow burn #angst with a happy ending #love story

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 5 months ago

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DeGhant Oc's

I love my girls. I have massive bio's on all my DeGhants. If you ever want to borrow them let me know. I'll share info. I'd love to see them interact with other OC's or peaky pairings. Violet and Sabrina are pretty soft and sweet people. Serafina (middle witch) pairs well with dominant men.

#original character #personal post #DeGhant Witches

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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 5 months ago

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Cursed- DeGhants 3 witches series (PB)

The 3 sisters set out in their respective places to weave fate and life curses for the 3 doomed men in their new lives. *time travel/ witchcraft.

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Chapter one

No shrinking Violet, 1919.

Camping was never Violet’s thing. She loved to cook, bake, craft and garden, which was ironic considering she absolutely hated getting dirty.

She’d set up her camp outside of a prominent gypsy encampment next to a deep flowing river. She didn’t want to stir up the community yet, introduce herself in daylight and slowly work her way in with her warmth. That was her plan.

What wasn’t the plan was her atrocious fire making skills. Her fire was a pathetic attempt to start something akin to dinner. She aired out her caravan after using sage and blessing it. She’d miscalculated the timing in arriving to1919. It was almost dark and her meeting with her sisters had run over. She won't have much time to cook until it gets late enough for bed.

Truthfully even though she was just thirty two years of age she got tired more easily now then when she was at Seraphina’s or Sabrina’s age. She had blamed it on her four children and husband, now she just knew it was life slowly draining her. “ Ugh, I’m never going to bed tonight!” She slammed down the stick she was using to stir the embers which seemed to roar upward with her temper.

“Tsk, you keep that up and it'll stay lit just in fear of your temper.” Violet turned the amused voice and met the eyes of Charlie Strong. She smirked, earning her an honest smile from him. The warm light spilling out the caravan showed his smile lines and kind eyes. She felt she could trust him. She cleared her throat begging her head to do the same.

“My husband used to light the fire since I'm obviously inept at it.” She groaned and glared at the dying light.

“Here.” The kind man took the stick off the ground and gently pushed at the flames. “ Your wood is too green, it won’t burn well.” His smile grew as her scowl deepened. She’d been in such a rush to “Fix this life” that she’d forgotten to do any real research to survive.

“I have some coal,I can spare a bit for tonight.” The white haired man turned and walked to his boat to retrieve a pail of dark salvation for her.

None of this was like her at all. She was kind and well thought out. Her kitchen had labeled drawers back home and her dinner lists were planned weeks in advance. She was out of her element here. She had old coins, money and knowledge of magic to run a business but no basic life skills, her sisters were doomed since she was the responsible one at least in her mind.

She glanced around, darkness was now properly set astound her. Darkening blue sky with black trees silhouette the forest around her. She took a deep breath and felt a warm breeze caress her face. Their grandmother Wilimena DeGhant had always said a warm breeze was a soft caress of life. She took in the smell of clean grace and flowing water as the scent wafted past her.

She knew this was the right decision, even if their other family members had accused her of running from the pain, sometimes you had to remove yourself to heal. She wouldn’t heal around her children's toys cluttering her living room or her sneaking to her husband's side of the closet and smelling his clothing. She knew it had been right to burn down their home sending up her broken dreams like dying prayer and smoke to heaven with them. Her attention was once again back on the cursed flames as she heard him approaching.

“Here, I can’t leave a widow to languish away.” Mr. Strong returned and built her a real fire that would keep for the night and perhaps early morning for breakfast if she was lucky. She watched as he bent down and took his time really padding up the fire, moving rocks and shifting embers. He was content here to help her and she appreciated his soul's kindness.

“Thank you. I’m happy to pay.” She offered in earnest and lurched forward to hand him some coins. She was surprised when he pushed her hand away gently. He scoffed and waved her off with another brilliant smile.

“I appreciate your help.Would you like some very late soup? She smiled but faltered when his eyes darkened and his smile went tight. She recognized that look. He saw something…no someone in her eyes.

Grief. Her throat tightened as her stomach lurched. She was so ill prepared. She’d known he'd never married after the Shelbys childrens mother had drowned by her own hand. This poor kind man had fished his love out of the river and stayed nearby to keep her family together but….it had been unrequited.

“I’m so sorry, I know water holds memories and we're kind of surrounded by it.” Her brown eyes cast down to the ground. He gave her an odd look and locked his mind. He sat down and fiddled with carving something as she worked around her now lit fire dumping veggies and potatoes into a pot. She caught him stealing glances. He had no idea that fate had a kinder hand in store for the man.

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Violet DeGhant

Velvets and roses

London England, 1919

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Seraphina had already done her homework. In a year the little black taylors shop would be shuttered and Fenacci would be in New York, on Mott Street.

The timing couldn’t be better for the master seamstress who would have enough time between now and then to establish a relationship established between her and the man to hopefully secure the shop.

She stood outside pretending to look at the displays in the window. While expertly stitched they lacked something, as most men’s businesses did. A woman's touch.

She smiled thinking of how she could add a little color and pops of haberdashery here and there to really style and sell the clothing. After all, each piece should be a compliment to the person wearing it.

She knew if she could secure the coveted position, she’d be able to tell when his fittings were, sink her teeth into him slowly once she knew his type, and twist his fate around hers. Thus preventing the demise of Tommy Shelby, if her sister Sab was successful it would prevent the Vendetta from happening.

Her sisters each had men they were trying to secure and subdue, depending on who you asked was how it was worded, She preferred to fuck and marry her targets…you know, as a proper lady did. She even knew how successful her lineage was and how extensive, provided she was successful of course.

The little bell chimed cheerily arranging her arrival as she stepped into the shop admiring the scents of different fabric and rich colors that stood like soldiers on mannequins for men and women of taste to peruse. She could wait to get her uncovered hands on the decadent and lush fabrics, she couldn’t wait to drap, pin and tuck the fabric into an intricate manipulation of pattern and design.

Oh! This was heaven to her.

She didn’t have to wait long for the elder man to come out of the back room and make a bee line for her.

She smiled and waited patiently. She’d worn a perfume that smelled of basil, citrus, jasmine.

She knew he’d smelled it and recognized instantly. His eyes watered and he took her dainty hand into his and kissed her red velvet clad hand. She smelled like his deceased wife, Lucia Fenacci. She knew the power that scent had on memory and first impressions.

“Signora, Come posso aiutarla?” She smiled warmly at him. She was surprised he’d offered to help her himself. The shop was busy, but this worked better for her.

“I need a job, I have fabulous references.” She handed him the paper, it was hand written in Italian and English. She was so glad she’d been a curious child. She stood admiring the work around her, even small details on the silk handkerchief he had sticking out. Red and white striped silk. His wife's favorite colors and hers as well coincidentally. She was made for this family.

“Do you have a sample of your work?” He asked, eyes gleaming with delight. She grinned at him pleased with how smoothly the meeting was going. She’d planned for everything, except it being this easy.

Seraphina took a quick glance behind her, mindful of the people milling about. She raised her hand and swept it over her body indicating that she had personally created her well tailored jacket, black lace blouse and jacquard velvet skirts. He inspects her lining to her jacket, a beautiful blood red satin. She’d used fine italian lace to tack over her seams to hide boning and little hems.

He flipped the seams and ran his fingers over her seams.

He pushed his glasses up and stood smiling warmly at her and took her hands into his.

“Bel lavoro.” She giggled and bounced on her heels causing him to chuckle. He complimented her on her work.

“Can you come in tomorrow at 8 am?” He asked. She was thrilled she’d gotten the job, now she just needed to secure lodging for a bit.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Signore.” She squeezed his hand again and thanked him profusely. Now she was on track.

Seraphina DeGhant

Eyes of the Faye

Sabrina DeGhant, 1919, Birmingham England.

Sabrina Denny slipped through the dark and dingy streets of birmingham. This was no place for a girl, let alone a gypsy one unescorted. At least that's what everyone kept murmuring and she sped walked past hoping to not bump into anyone and send herself crashing.

She had an address and luckily for her, she could hypothetically get a room to rent near her target. She just had to get there before curfew. She bounded up the steps startling the people near her door. She pounded on the solid wood and cursed her breath failing her. Her asthma hated the humid weather and the smoke from the factories nearby wasn’t helping. Why couldn’t she live the caravan life.

She hung over the side of the railing feeling her chest tighten like a hungry snake. She squeezed her eyes closed and muttered a quick prayer before a soft cloth slipped over her lips. Startled, she reeled back and jolted upright to keep from falling back. A lovely woman about her height stood before her smiling. “

Take small breaths of fresh air love. City is no place for a wisp like you. “ The woman's lopsided smile was friendly but that gaze swept up and down. She didn’t trust her, hard brown eyes looked into her blueish ones searching for something. Sabrina nodded and pushed the older woman's hand away Gently. The elder was dressed well and her tailored coat made her look more intimidating than she needed. Sabrina knew who this was, a famous tea leaf reader and notorious gypsy herself. Polly Grey.

“What's an unchaperoned gypsy girl doing in a place like this pounding on a boarding house door. What could you possibly have for the money?” Her cold voice froze the girl in her tracks. She wasn’t planning on such an intimidating meeting yet. She also hadn’t even solidified her alibi yet, shit. “ Cat got your tongue? Deaf or stupid love?” The tone was amused but Sabrina didn’t know how to take this woman yet.

“Both?” She answered unsure, causing the older woman to laugh. Sabrina sighed in relief. She wasn’t an enemy yet nor an ally. At least she was amusing.

“The Scotts are visiting family in the countryside. No telling when they’ll be back. No boards are occupied as of now. “ Polly grew serious and gazed at the girl shaking her head. She was too soft for life out here.

Sabrina started softly crying. She hated being weak and had no plan…God, was she stupid! Sobbs started to wrack her frame as Polly grabbed at her and drugged her over to the Arrow house door.

“Enough, you're making a scene. God knows I can’t just leave a girl like you out here. You’d be dead or worse by morning if it even took that long. My house isn’t much better girl, look at me, stop your crying. You're a gypsy woman for god's sake. You're tougher than you know.” Polly’s no nonsense attitude snapped her out of it. Soft sniffles filled the night as Polly cursed in Romani. “Get inside.” She snapped. Sabrina followed clutching her bag to her chest. She looked around and followed Polly's lead upstairs.

“Lord help you, not sure I’m doing you any favors. House full of men, most of them back from the war. I don’t want trouble, do you understand?” The harsh tone made Sabrina very tired but she nodded gratefully and relieved for a place to stay. Once upstairs Polly addressed her gruffly while she draped her coat over a kitchen chair.

“What can you do?” The elder woman asked hands on her hip assessing the girl.

“I…um.I” Sabrina’s eyes were wide. She was inside the Shelby family home. In the dragon's lair and all she could do was stumble over her words. “ I can cook, clean, tell fortunes and I’m decent at math.” She closed her eyes to keep from laughing. Why had she said she was good at math. It was 1919. No one cared if she could do math, she was a woman.

“And how are you keeping secrets?” Polly was challenging her. Sabrina could feel the weight of the test bearing down on her. Hopefully she wouldn't say anything stupid. She met her gaze with a steady strength.

“I’m honestly great at keeping them. Half the time I can’t recall the secret anyway.” She’d answered honestly. Polly smiled. She’d passed the test.

“Oh my dear girl, that’s what I’m afraid of.”

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Fits of sleep came and went. Sabrina was in and out so much she couldn’t tell if the muffled voices were distant in her dream or beside her. A slam on wood rudely awoke her causing her to sit straight up wide eyed and wild looking. Polly's hands covered her mouth and she watched the women glare at the stone-faced man. Everything about him was cold. His chiseled face, tight lips and ice cold eyes daring her to keep looking lest she drown. He crossed the room and crouched down next to her face to face as she shifted on the couch. She reeled back a bit for space sake. A shiver ran through her. She wasn't cold due to the room temperature.

She was told you never made aggressive eye contact with a predator, that's what he was. No kindness in his eyes as he searched her for lies.

“Look at me.” It was a command, not a request. Her gaze flickered upwards and she inhaled sharply. “What's a good gypsy girl doing unaccompanied in Birmingham streets.” His eyebrows raised demanding an answer she couldn’t give him. “ Unless you aren't a good girl.” His gaze bore into her soul and her chest tightened but not due to asthma. His jaw clenched. “I asked you a question.” Sabrina remembered what Polly said.

“ A house full of soldiers.” She muttered. Her eyes glazed over and her head shot up. She slumped forward feeling his hard shoulders tense. She could feel the power rise out of her, a cold wind and her mutterings were quick and true. She convulsed and sat up a joint of cold power shooting her up. She blinked as her breath slowed back to a normal pace. She blinked rapidly as her blue eyes came into focus on him. Thomas Shelby's gaze softened. He glanced at Polly whose mouth was hung down and her eyes wide. She closed it and shook her head at the man. His gaze hit her again and captured her soul.

That shook her worse than his intimidation tactics.

“You're a powerful witch, Miss Denny.” He smirked. Her blood froze.” Were in need of a witch and fortune teller to the Shelby family. I have grand plans.” He stood up and took steps to Polly who stood frozen in place horrified by the events taking place.

“Her eyes Thomas, she has eyes of the faye.” Polly kept a stalwart watch on the girl. She was frightened. Sabrina slipped down hanging off the couch as sleep claimed her. Her power was exhausting and getting worse. She couldn’t ride it out like Jasmine or Violet.

At least she could escape his plans for a bit. She hoped.

Sabrina Denny “DeGhant”

#peaky blinders fanfic #original character #thomasshelby #gypsy #luca changretta fanfic #polly grey #arthur shelby #grace burgess #witches #coven #witchcraft #time travel #circa 1919 #DeGhant witches

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Cursed-DeGhant Witches series (Peaky Blinders)

Prologue

A time traveling gypsy witch story in the Peaky blinder world.

May contain adult themes. Mentions of past abuse and language, adult themes, death and sex. Don’t interact if under 18

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The three thinly veiled women stood on the golden grassy hill overlooking Birmingham. The soft yellowing sunset casting a ray of light blinding the spectators below and haloing the three witches as they schemed and laid new plans. To a visitor they were just three gypsy women clad in finery mourning over a freshly dug grave.

No tears were being shed for the grave for no one laid below it. Just cold metal guns in wooden boxes. A fate choice that would start a chain reaction to the curse of the Shelby line. A choice that in the future would affect the DeGhant women’s bloodline horribly.

“ So, we're all still in agreement.” Violet asked flatly. She was the eldest at 32 and had been dealt a harsh hand in life. She had wanted to time travel to the beginning to unravel the thread. She played with time and they were all stuck now, truthfully they’d all rather be stuck together anyway but goodness knows what fate awaited them here. Uncertainty awaited them at every turn.

Three modern women, unlucky in family and love. Tied together through thick and thin. Violet sighed, waiting impatiently for an answer. All three had their own missions, secrets and strengths but they were bound by blood and magic, a triumvirate of power.

Violet’s cocoa brown hair gleamed in the sun as her royal purple colored veil slipped off her coiffed hair and onto her shoulders exposing her tired, lined and stone sober face. She was a lovely woman with a soft rounded face,violet eyes that glittered like crystals.

Violet was feminine energy, curvy, short at 5,2 and with a rounded face. Everything was earthy and natural, yet ethereal. Dark green blouses and patterned floral shifts and swished around her accentuated her childbirth giving hips. She looked like a queen of the forest.

Her soul however wasn’t as well put together at the moment. It was churned into a mess of fractures and streams at the moment. Her destiny was broken. She had a kind of tiredness that sleep can't fix. Her husband of seven years had taken their children when she was ill, “To let her rest.” four children and her husband left for a fun filled day in the car and never came back. To make matters worse the drunk driver who killed them took his own life before she could seek understanding, forgiveness or curse the wretched soul. She was truly alone in her modern life.

Her tear filled eyes rolled to Seraphina, at 26 she was a modern woman by every sense of the word. Truth be told she was the ones the eldest and youngest worried about. “Phina” as she preferred to be called, was calculated, charming and beautiful and skillful with pointed objects of all kinds. She mostly favored sewing needles and higher education. Only one was valued here in this timeline.

Her beauty was murderous causing men to fall all over themselves and seek out her company sometimes at radical costs. She had hair so black it showed blue or red highlights depending upon the lighting in the room. Her pale grey eyes, almost white, the color of the moon, her dark irises were known to pull people in like a gravitational pull. Her Ruby red lips were known for smirking in amusement more than laughter. Her face was old world, her features more carved and high then delicate like Violets or Sabrina’s.

Her mind was lethal, ever thinking, quick and sharped edged like her tongue. She was the most dangerous out of the three sisters. She would be the one most likely to kill for her family, consequences be damned. Her magic was all about sex, seduction and fire. Red and black were her soul colors.

She might be cold at times to others but loved her sisters more than anything believing they could change fate if it were the three of them. Family first at all times was her motto.

She wore a long black velvet coat down to her ankles, nipped at the waist it showed her Victorian stacked figure. Gold rings in garnet and rubies adorned her fingers and her black lace prayer shawl draped elegantly over her head framing her eyes.

“If we dont change our past, we can't have a future for the DeGhant line, even if we never go back to see fate rewritten.” Seriphna knew the plan well, after all, she’d come up with it. Violet's curse was intertwined with Shelby’s ambitions. All of their curses were, she’d just been the one with the harshest blow thus far.

The older women turned to their 23 year old sister. “Sabrina? Are you ready?” They said in unison. The blonde girl threw her head back and laughed. It was filled with joy and light.

Brina was always the first to start an adventure. She’d started life as the odd one out, a fair haired product of her mothers later affair. A happy child to an unhappy family.

Her “Father” traveled around modern day Europe oblivious to his child or her power.

Her mother long dead due to depression and yet, she pushed on, eager to create her own life and happiness.

Sabrina“Denny” DeGhant was the balm to the weary heart in the family. Her honey wheat blonde hair was tucked up like a princess, soft and billowy and a veil pinned to the back. She wore a cream veil that accented her blue and brown eyes, swirling like a galaxy. A Mixture of her otherworldly heritage.

She wore traditional Romani dresses of bold embroidery patterns and fabrics in pinks, gold and creams. Her gold pocket watch gleamed on her vest, a stolen relic of her soulmates past and future. The duke of Saxon was etched into the back, safely dangling by her ribs.

She could see and talk to spirits making her predictions far more accurate then those around her. She had a mission too. To heal a Shelby man with her tender heart and quiet the dead that so desperately sought his demise.

The sister joined hand and touched foreheads whispering good luck and thanks as they split in three opposite directions ready to stir up faith and change lives of those around them.

(what do you think about Seraphina versus Jasmine? ) I think she's a much stronger necessary character for the powerful sisterly coven.

I also needed to play with the Italians....

#peaky blinders fanfic #original character #thomasshelby #gypsy #luca changretta fanfic #polly grey #arthur shelby #witches #witchcraft #DeGhant Lore #coven

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Cursed-3 sisters Trilogy

Chapter 2

Jasmine's meeting

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Chapter 2

Jasmine’s meeting

Jasmine sat in the dingy dark dining room.. She winced and hissed in pain when she felt the knuckle pop. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She was ready to come out of her skin. Johnny and Esmerelda had headed to the betting shop through the mossy green velvet curtains. She sat at the table looking into the fire wishing she could feel the warmth. She shouldn’t be upset coming here. She knew this was the original Arrow house. She’d seen old photos taken here once before everyone really moved up in the crime world. She watched the pattern swirl around her as she mumbled a little spell trying to feel the energy in the house. It told her of loss, pain, ptsd and drug fueled nightmares. She didn’t envy the men that went off to war. These men had seen two horrible battles in World War 1. She shivered, she hated the thought of Sabrina being near this family. Violet had assured them both that if anyone could tame a Shelby, it was the sweetest and softest one of the bunch. Jasmine still wasn’t sure at what price Sabrina had to pay to do this. She was pulled from her thoughts when the door flung open and her littlest sister flung herself into the doorway with a Shelby

man clearly following way to close behind her. Sabrina's face was twisted toward the man and she swatted at him.

“ John, back off! What are we, in elementary school ?!” She laughed and hit the middle Shelby man in the chest. He wrapped his arms around her and laughed into her neck. They both froze when they sawJasmine. Sabrina was quick to push him off and stick her foot out to trip him. The man was too stunned to see her action and as he stepped forward tripped right untoJasmine’s lap. She raised an eyebrow and cleared her throat.

“Watch yourself with this one. She’s a trickster.” He laughed easily and stood, straightening his vest and throwing a cheeky look back at Sabrina. He disappeared out of the dining room taking a light presence with him. Once she heard the receding footsteps she turned to the younger girl who hugged her in a tight hug. Once she stood bouncing on her heels Jasmine addressed her sternly.

“Do we need to remind you of the mission?” Her voice was hard, taking even her by surprise. She watched Sabrina’s face crumble up and her lip jutted out in a pout. Pain

flickered across blue and brown eyes.Jasmine sighed. “ I’m sorry Sab, I had my mission take a VERY unexpected turn so…perhaps I’m projecting.” She looked at her still red fingers. Her little sister's hand covered her, causing her to look up. Eye’s still brimming with salt, she saw a small smile on her baby sister's lips.

“John, he’s like an older brother. He's a teese and he’s easy to get along with. That’s all. “ Her voice was soft but firm. She meant what she said. Sabrina pushed her pale pink skirt out of the way as she sat exposing a slit to her thigh. Jasmines’ eyebrows raised up. It was shocking especially for the time period they were stuck in. “I work directly for Thomas. I help Arthur with the books and Thomas with spells and such” She smiled, lighting up the room.

“What happened to you?” Sabrina reached for Jasmine’s hand but the elder pulled it away and hid them in her skirt. She felt a heaviness in her chest. Sabrina stood up abruptly causing Jas to watch her flit around the room. Sabrina was preparing tea, she apparently was very comfortable in this home because she seemed to know where everything was.

“ Are you living here? What happened to the boarding house.” Jasmine's eyes were wide. Sabrina’s mouth dropped open to reveal a perfect O shape. They needed to have better contact. Sabrina laughed uncomfortably. Apparently they both had some unforeseen setbacks.

“We'll have a short version and a long version. What do you have time for?” The blonde asked, almost teasing her sister. She knew the answer.Jasmine was noisy, and liked detailed stories of events.Jas's eyes narrowed on her sister as her lips peaked up in a smirk. “ The whole story.” The tea kettle whistle let out a sharp squeal startling them both. They jumped and let out a little squeal of their own and tumbled into a fit of laughter. This was going to be a good day.

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Jasmine was in tears from laughing so hard. She missed Sabrina’s lightness. She felt so suffocated with Johnny and his other wife.

“What happened to you?” Sabrina could read the pain on Jas’s face. She held her sister's hand tightly as tears came spilling out. Jasmine could feel a tightening in her chest and throat as she started to speak.

“I botched the whole thing. I got turned around, ended up in a different camp than the Lee’s and wound up being a second gypsy witch wife to a goofy but nice man who goes by Johnny Doggs.” Jasmine broke much to her dismay. She sobbed with her head in her hands.

She buried her face in her hot scalding tears and she felt Sabrina’s long arms wrap tightly from around her.

“Hey, hey, you didn’t fail. We all said whatever happened was meant to be right?” Her voice was soothing but Jas’s anger kindled.

“Easy for you to say, Sabrina.” It spat out like molten lava. The younger girl recoiled back as if burned. She may have been. Jasmine was known for her temper, magic could physically make it manifest. “ His other wife, Esmeralda, is a black magic witch.” She heard the gasp behind her. Both ladies knew sooner rather than later a price was paid for black magic. “ She’s nice enough but…”Jas sniffled and stood up pushing the chair and Sabrina back from her. “This wasn’t supposed to be how it goes. I feel trapped and useless, I have no way to contact you two on the road and I’m suffocating.” Her voice rose and trembled with anger and pain. She hated failing, she couldn’t take it when something was her fault. This was all a huge mistake. Stupid Violet for suggesting that if they were all together things could be good and safe. She lied, all for the sake of escaping her own pain!

“Jas, Breathe, I have a solution to one problem….maybe the other too.” Sabrina extended her hand. Jasmine begrudgingly took it and felt the anger swiped out of her and cast into the flames. The orange heat roared and flicked before dying back down. Sabrina had taken the pain and flung it out of her.Jasmine gave a ragged breath and thanked her sister.

“What do you propose?” She asked bitterly. Sabrina smiled and produced a crystal ball from the table behind her. ”Violet and I wired it at our last meeting so it can act like a skype call. It’s misty but it works. You can hear clearly. I’m glad you are here so I can finally keep in contact with you.” Jas twisted and turned it. She glanced at Sabrina unimpressed.

“Just repeat this incantation and say our names.” Jasmine took the little scrolled up paper from Sabrina and kept repeating the words. Magic worked best if you memorized it and hid it in your heart.

“Thank you Sab, I’ll try it tonight.” She said half heartedly. She meant it and her sister knew it. She was just depressed feeling like she was the one who messed it all up. She also wanted words with Violet. She sat down and took a swing of her now cold tea just happy to be with her family.

The door slammed open and a large energy filled man came strolling through the doorway. His presence filled the room with power and frigid energy. His cold blue gaze settled on the elder sister and his eyes tightened.

Without turning his attention or head he addressed Sabrina. “ I thought you were on a quick lunch?” His voice was flat but the words were heavy. He wanted her back to whatever task he was working on with her.

“This is my sisterJasmine.” Sabrina motioned to the elder woman who sat still just taking him in. He was as imposing as his photos made him seem. “She needed to talk. How's your meeting with Johnny?” Sabrina’s head was tilted up looking at the scary man with…devotion? Her sister's gaze and tone was soft and buttery. The man smiled slightly and looked down at her, running his large hand over her hair before settling his right hand on the back of Sabrina’s chair. She was taming the lion….the devil of Birmingham was sweet on her little sugar cube of a sister.

“Is she also a witch?” His tone was amused. His eyes never left her brown ones. She shuttered. God, what was with the aggressive eye contact?

“Yes I am.” She countered. Now ready to address him with her own confidence. If he was offended or amused neither showed on his face.

“Good, Sabrina,” He glanced down at the blonde woman and leaned down slightly almost nose to nose with her. “ I need you to get back to work. Spells don't weave themselves and we have a horse that needs to win on Saturday.” His tone was commanding and his gaze was heavily set on Sabrina.

“He needs a name or it won’t work.” Her sing song voice flooded the room. Thomas sighed as the blonde rolled her eyes. What she said was true. Spells only work if you have a clear vision and a name…

“Name him whatever you want, I don’t care.” His flippant and annoyed tone caused Jasmine to tap the table hard to get his attention. Lightning raced between the two brunettes. Each with a claim over the young witch apparently. “ Fine, I don’t know….Morrigan boy, oi.” He ran his fingers through his hair. He was coming undone. Jas laughed, she knew the effect Sabrina could have. Thomas looked at her again. She hated his gaze, God she was glad Sabrina had to deal with him.

“I can help, go get my sister's wife. “ Jasmine bent down to grab stuff out of her purse she’d discarded on the table when she’d arrived. A giggle burst from his sister as both women looked up at the man. His face was surprised. “ Are you not used to being asked to do stuff?” Jas asked straight forward. Sabrina’s giggles got loader and she clamped her hand over her mouth to smother them as the man glared at her. She couldn’t stop.

“If you would have asked nicely it would have been one thing. That was an order.” He shook his head before continuing and pointed his finger at her earning her anger. “ I don’t take orders.” He bent over her, trying to intimidate her. Jasmine snorted a laugh causing his frown to deepen. He hated his authority challenged, he was falling in love with the wrong

family. DeGhant women were known for being loud leaders in the family. A tiny soft hand wrapped around his and squeezed gently. His eyes rolled to the hand then to her sister's love struck face.

“Please, it would really help to have another witch, two is good. Three is better.” She smiled sweetly, melting the ice around the man’s heart. He nodded but never took his eyes off of Jasmine until the door closed. The air in the room went with him. Both girls giggled in nervousness.

“You know, we could have just rang Violet.” Jasmine held up the crystal ball. Sabrina shook her head smiling.

“Violet fell in love with Mr. Gold and he with her….I’m not calling in case they are…engaged in amorous activities.” Both women descended into hysterical giggles. The door opened again to reveal the raven hair sister's wife. Her brown eyes gleaming. Esmeralda smiled. They had work to do.

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#john shelby #original character #witches #peaky blinders fanfic #DeGhants #Gypsy #time travel

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John’s Enchantress.

Sabrina is from my 3 witches trilogy series but I just love their playfulness when I write them together in a scene. I think with both of them being fun loving,cheeky and young spirited it would make for a great couple. In this series Sabrina is original to the world, not a time traveler and I made her an only child. Enjoy.

1902

Seven year old John was out enjoying the fair with his brothers and sister Ada. They had made it to the river where the Lee, DeGhant and Gold family were bathing horses and camping.

John was on a mission. He was hiding and trying to get away from his stalker. His brothers were amused and teased him that they should have a wedding by the river. John didn’t think it was funny. They had been camping and selling horses in the fair for two days. One more day to go and he would be free of the annoying five year old blonde gypsy girl. He leaned forward around a Lee caravan. She wasn’t in sight. Good. He stepped out with the confidence of a rooster, to approach his mother who was in a lively discussion with Mrs. Gold about hedgehog stew. He was almost to the safety of his caravan when a shrill little girl voice rang out.

“John Shelby! I found you! Now chase me!” The girl giggled and ran toward the river as fast as she could. She stopped and turned. A pout adorning her face as she stomped. “John Shelby! You're a rat’s bottom.” She stomped off to the laughter of John’s Uncle Charlie and his father.

“John Shelby!” His mothers usually sweet voice was firm with a warning. John sighed. He could cry. Why wouldn’t this annoying flea leave him alone? They were playing yesterday and he tossed a frog on her lap while she sat on a stump eating stew. The soup went all over her lap and she cried. He’d gotten a cuff against the ear and had to apologize to her and her family. The brat stuck her tongue out at him! He looked at my mother who was waiting for him to obey. He was weighing whether or not a punishment would be better. Once she glared at him he took off running.

“If I catch you, you little river rat, I'm throwing you in and watching you drown.” He yelled as he chased her. She yelped with excitement and took off like a bullet enjoying the fact that she won.

“John Shelby, mind your manners!” His mother called. It was too late. John was far enough he couldn’t hear.

1919

Kimber had slammed a file down on the table in front of the Shelbys. Tommy didn’t even look at it. He wanted the Peaky Blinders to assassinate, eradicate was a more appropriate word, a whole band of Gypsys. The Peaky Blinders weren’t assassins. Gangsters, yes, illegal betting shop owners yes, but murdering women and children wasn’t going to sit well with the gang. Arthur shifted uncomfortably.

“Since you're all, you know, the same kind of people I figured they wouldn’t see it coming. You can take them out since you know who they are, yeah?” Mr. Kimbers kept his eyes trained on the leader, Thomas.

Thomas slid the file to his brothers to peruse through while he addressed the other crime leader.

“Mr Kimber, the DeGhants are not our kin. Gypsy royalty, but not kin.” He said calmly keeping his tone even. The muscle in his jaw twitched and John caught it. He looked at the folder that Arthur was going through. Half of the DeGhants were already dead due to a miscommunication with the Golds many years ago. A war had taken many of the DeGhant lives already while they were in France. “We are also not assassins.” He said plainly.

John huffed when he saw a picture of a girl he gratefully hadn’t seen in years. Well, she wasn’t a girl anymore. She was a 22 year old woman and John could tell from the photos that she had gotten her grandmother's looks. Willimena DeGhant had been quite a looker back in her day. She also had been a gypsy witch, spy and assassin for her clan. Not someone to cross. Sabrina was the flaxen haired version. John still wondered if she would follow him around anymore, he was sure he wouldn’t be upset with the idea if she did.

Kimber had looked down to the photo John was holding. He slid it away from John and tilted it so others could see. John's jaw twitched. He hated meeting with the slime ball but why did the letcher have to choose that one of a girl John knew.

“Oh yeah, that one's quite a beauty isn’t she. Bit of a bitch though.” Kimber said offhandedly and smiled like a greased eel. “I got into an altercation with her grandmother, that little gypsy witch put a curse on my horse. The next day I got a call to come to the stable. I got out of the car and a perfectly normal and healthy horse dropped dead wild eyes at my feet. Fucking waste.” He sneered. His accountant smirked. John side eye’s his brother Tommy who was looking at him as well. A quick exchange of no words that held what they were both thinking. “ You don’t fuck with the DeGhants”. The DeGhants were an extremely powerful matriarchal line for gypsy witches. Polly always said to avoid them because the spirits were as clear as normal people when around a DeGhant woman. John knew Tommy wouldn’t want a curse on their horses. He wondered what would happen next.

“Look, the races are in two days. You bring your barmaid, yes.” He said pointing to Grace unknowing that she’d already been invited by Thomas. “You come, fuck with the DeGhants and take out Wilimeana DeGhant, yeah. Good, see you then.” He stood indicating the meeting was over. Once they left all three men drained their whisky. Now it was on to a much harder part of the day that John always dreaded. A Shelby family meeting.

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“You don’t mess with the DeGhant women Thomas, you know this! No, I vote against this! Absolutely not!” Polly was shouting and glaring at Tommy who looked indifferent. Her curls were bouncing around her fury filled face. The energy from their aunt was heavy and magnetic. John knew Polly and Thomas would go at it after the official family meeting. He knew those two were in charge and would always butt heads to see whos resolve was stronger. John knew Tommy would win. Lately that was the consistent pattern in the family. Tommy won, had a plan and you

carried out the plan like a good soldier.

“I didn’t say we’d kill her Polly, I didn’t commit to anything really. We could hide Wilimena somewhere until we take Kimber out. That’s my plan. We make it look like we killed her, deliver her family crest, which is a ring from her middle finger to Kimber. He’ll believe us and she’ll hide out in Arrow house until this business with Kimber is done.” He looked at his brothers hoping they would agree. Arthur and John nodded.

“They kill us in our sleep Thomas! They’ll send spirits in our dreams and we'll wake up in Hell!” Polly's hand slammed the table causing Ada to yelp. It was hot in here and tension was high and hummed in the air.

“We already wake up in Hell everyday Pol, at least this would be interesting.” John's sarcastic voice turned all eyes upon him. He looked down and fiddled with his toothpick. He meant it. He also hoped that maybe a certain blonde would come to the arrow house too. He’d be happy to share his bed with her.

“John's right, if we save the DeGhants they’ll be in our debt.” Tommy stopped and glared at Polly who openly scoffed at him. “They’ll be allies, and you and I both know, that an ancient gypsy bloodline is an advantage to our family Polly.”

“Always an angle with you! What happens if they say no Thomas? What then?! A gypsy curse from a powerful line of witches? This family is cursed enough, yes?” Polly's eyes were dark with anger and flashed at Tommy, who was busy kicking at the table cloth. He’d tuned her out already deep in his own plan.

I thought about the young woman in the photo and wondered what her role was in her camp. Did she do readings? Was she a horse breeder? Did she like kids and want her own?

I was wondering how soft her skin felt and if she’d be a good mother. She wasn’t a scrawny thing at least not from that photo, she might have good child bearing hips. John imagined his callous fingers digging into those hips as she rode him and moaned his name.

“So we're agreed, yeah, The DeGhants need to be contacted quietly at the races and whisked away before Kimber can see them. They stay with us.” Tommys words pulled John out of his dirty thoughts. He probably shouldn’t think of her that way, most gypsy women were fairly chaste

until their wedding, but on the other hand, she was a DeGhant.

“God, we're going to pay for this. I just know it!” Polly's voice dissipated as she left the dining table and slammed the door. John waited for his family to clear out before sliding the photo of the blonde out and tucking it in his vest. No one would know it was missing.

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