#The Witch of Camden Town

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Part 19: The Witch of Camden Town

Alfie Solomon's X Jovonka(FemOC)

A/N: Good evening everyone from California and yes I am back with another chapter. I was really again having trouble finishing the ending once again but I managed to leave at the beginning of Part 20 on the next post. Just to give you all a quick heads-up that while was writing this chapter I felt nothing but sadness. Seeing my OC falling into a dark hole it hurts me but don't worry you guys I promise you that there will be something bigger that'll pay off this whole darkness. As always guys thank you to those who have been following my story. Please again comment, reblog, and follow my channel it'll mean so much for the page and I appreciate every single one of you guys. But enough said and again please enjoy and see you all very soon.

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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Cussing, Graphic Mentions of R**pe, Unwanted S**x, Force Intercourse, Mentions of Physical Assault, Some Blood, Mentions of Prostitution, & Devastation(I know I'm sorry for making this chapter feel sad 😔)

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The long drive away from Camden Town felt like an eternity going by. Jovonka Isabel and Edna anxiously sit inside the dark vehicle waiting for what lies ahead for them. All three women didn’t speak to one another for the entire journey, thinking about what Sabini would do to them. If they will ever be able to escape from this hell, they have been trying to hide and run away all this time. But it’ll have to be something they themselves have to witness, even if it means a matter of life and death. Isabel stared down at her feet, feeling dead on the inside while her middle sister looked out through the window. Still remembering the horrifying torture she had to endure of Alfie being tortured in front of her eyes. Feeling as though part of her soul was forcefully pulled away, leaving her empty from inside. Jovonka felt she’ll never see him again, knowing he was really gone from this life. She prayed that one day she would see Alfie again in the afterlife. For their souls will reunite as one again, even if it means to wait for death to take her away. Just so they could reunite her with her king, that caught her heart. 

I’ll see you someday again my love… you will see…

Outside of the foggy night, the girls noticed they were in a newer location that was new to them. The streets were more lit while crossing a long brick bridge and in the distance there was an enormous tower with a clock on top of it. Jovonka looked on in awe through the window and never thought of seeing such an enormous new place. But that didn’t stop her from forgetting where she and her sister and Edna were taken, too. Sometime later, they arrived at a brown, dark building with the windows in the front brightly lit with some people at the front entrance. It was like the hotel they stayed at in Margate however, this new building was more than just a hotel to stay in. The car turned into a dark alleyway as it came to a complete stop. The women held their breaths while Isabel held onto both Jovonka’s and Edna’s hands, feeling their hearts might burst out at any minute. Overthinking of what lies ahead for them which it did not prepare them to see. Victor then approached the back of the car, opening the door for them. But the girls scoot away from the henchman until both Bob and Jack appear from behind. 

“Welcome to your new home, ladies,” Bob said with a cheeky devil grin. Victor and Jack only chuckled.

The women didn’t move an inch from where they were and, without warning, the men forcefully reached forward for them. Jovonka kicked with all her might, but it was no use for Victor handily dragged her out of the vehicle. Isabel tried her best to pull her sister back, but was held back in the hands of Jack. The men laughed out while this was happening to them. Edna also suffered the same. As the hopeless old maid screamed and struggled against Bob’s grip. 

“Let go of us! Novel! Please help us!” Cried out Jovonka while being taken away inside. The young boy was nowhere to be seen.

Inside the lit-up hotel, they passed by a couple of rooms that they couldn’t quite make out. But they caught a scent of booze mixed with smoking cigars with some music playing, women and men laughing while some were making out from either outside or inside of the rooms. Without noticing the newcomers passing through the hallway. Towards the end, they turned a right corner, leading down a dark hallway that leads to the basement. Both sisters and Edna struggled to be let free, but it was of no use. Once they arrived down under Victor Bob and Jack shove them forward, making the poor old maid fell hard onto the concrete floor. Jovonka and Isabel helped her to her feet until Sabini appeared while Novel walked alongside him.

“Now don’t be afraid, my dears. We will take care of you three, no matter what. Isn’t that right, men?” The Italian questioned everything and chuckled in unison. 

The girls huddled against each other, embracing their arms together and shaking like leaves. 

“Where, where have you brought us, you scum? Is this another sick act of yours to torment me, my sister, and Edna?” Isabel questioned with fury in her voice, giving a glaring stare at the mobster. 

Sabini only chuckled under his breath as he walked forward toward the girls. Jovonka tightly hugged her sister’s left arm, seeing the Italian knelt down in front of them. 

“This place here I owe it, and it will be your sanctuary now. But for you three, well, let’s just say it’s only the beginning of what I have in store for you all. Especially you witch dancer,” Sabini said with an ugly grin. Jovonka only looked at him with a serious face. 

“Boys, take the old hag and the older sister upstairs. I want a word with the witch alone, of course,” continued Sabini as Bob and Victor aggressively took Isabel and Edna away.

The women tried their best to not leave, but it was no use. 

“Let go of us! Sabini! Don’t you dare lay a hand on my baby sister or you’ll pay,” warned Isabel while nudging against Jack’s hands, but it was no use in fighting.

Once they were taken upstairs, the rest of the men left Novel was the left in the end. He stopped mid-way up the stairs and looked back. Jovonka and his locked eyes Novel with sorrow and regret in his eyes and heart wanting to help. But he had to remind himself that he sold out Isabel and his best friend. Novel couldn’t do much anymore and he would take this burden he had created for the rest of his life. 

I hope you can forgive me…

The boy walked the last steps until the sounds of the basement doors were closed shut. Leaving both Jovonka and Sabini alone, just the two of them. The Italian strolled his way towards a wooden brown table as he took off his brown coat and hat. Jovonka felt stiff, eyeing her eyes towards the stairs, not knowing if she should make a run for it. But knowing the consequences of doing such action, it’ll only make things much worse.

“What… What are you planning to do with us Sabini?” Jovonka questioned with a shaky voice while her captor was taking his black vest off as she continued, “you have successfully killed the person I... I loved, regained your memories back seeking revenge on me and Alfie and now I am here. What else could you possibly want more from me?”

Sabini said nothing as he kept quiet while his back was facing Jovonka’s way. A small grin appeared on his face, slowly turned to look at his prisoner. Thinking and fantasizing about the things he would do to her while Jovonka did not know what terrors will lay ahead.

“More from you, eh? Well, my lovely flower, at first I was thinking of having you all for myself. Ever since that night your beauty and the way you danced I felt you actually bewitched me,” he said, folding the cuffs of his long sleeve shirt as he continued speaking, “I had to have you and that is why I wanted to buy you off from your now-dead master pig Gusotvo. But of course, he wouldn’t be the easiest person to convince to give up his shiny bright star. However, you turned out to be a little snake that put a false spell on me. And now you’re going to suffer what I had to go through all because your savior came to rescue you.”

Finishing up folding back his cuff sleeves, Jovonka, without thinking, made a run for the stairs. She reached the top and tried opening the basement door. But it was locked up shut, making the young woman panic uncontrollably while rattling the doorknob with her hands. She breathed in and out heavily as she now banged the door with her fists, shouting out for help.

“Help! Someone, Please!” She cried out, but it was no use asking such a thing, but she continued to do so.

After every cry for help, Jovonka felt a hard grasp against her hair, making her scream out in pain. Everything went fast before her eyes as Sabini dragged her down the staircase more violently until he shoved the poor girl onto a dirty-looking bed. The Italian hovered above the frightened woman, but Jovonka fought back with all of her strength. In a sudden turn, though, Sabini with so much force he had in him slapped her hard across her face. Almost knocking her in and out of consciousness, feeling her body now weak. 

“What a pathetic action of yours to do, my dear. And let me remind you at this very moment, you little shit, you’re never getting out of this place. In here yea, you’re mine all for me to do as I please. And I don’t care whether you like it, I’m still going to enjoy every second. So cry as much as you want to scream your heart out. Fight back with whatever strength you have in you because you are now mine and my slave forever,” Sabini said with an evil smile as he disgustingly kissed the side of Jovonka’s neck. 

He continued, leaving trails of his putrid kisses all the way to her breasts. The Italian devil, without stopping, ripped her dress off with both of his hands, exposing her sacred self. Just by looking at this site made Sabini hungry for more, knowing he finally can touch her.

She is all mine to have… at last…

“You fucking behave now, my pet, and enjoy what I have to give you,” he then said, grabbing both of her breast feeling his aching bulge between his trousers. 

Jovonka couldn’t react for a moment until she felt Sabini went further down until she regained consciousness.

“Wa-wait… no, no please leave me alone,” Jovonka begged, but he didn’t listen because he then kissed both of her hips and forcefully ripped her panties with his hands.

“No. NO STOP! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! And stop squirming and stay quiet, yea?” He screamed back while standing on his feet as he unbuckled his belt. Jovonka tried to run away, but he caught her by her legs.

“No Sabini please,” she begged back, but the Italian gangster suddenly grabbed her by her delicate neck, almost choking her to death. 

With one hand, he forcefully opened her legs up and in between, he unzipped his black pants. Jovonka was desperately breathing for air, placing her hands around his arm. Trying to remove his hand away from her, but he was stronger than her. Releasing his aching length, he readied himself between her forbidden flower, already imagining how she would feel around him. With nothing to pull Sabini back, he violently inserted himself into her. Jovonka winced in pain while he consumed her insides without a care. She let out screams and whimpers, feeling thick tears streaming down in the corner of her eyes. 

“NO STOP! HELP ME PLEASE!” She pleaded with Sabini, then thrust into her in a savage and touch manner. 

She felt everything was going all slow, trying to ignore the agonizing pain she was feeling. Hoping that this nightmare would be over soon, but it was just the beginning. Sabini groaned as he pinned her wrists down on her sides, enjoying the feeling of her warm walls pressing against his length. He thrust hard, leaving wet kisses along her chest and neck, gripping her wrists now above her head. Crying her lungs out, she had her eyes shut as the tears continued to shed. In no time, Sabini felt his peak coming undone, removing himself out of her, ejaculating onto her flat stomach. Letting moaning groans while releasing his white poison on her. He breathes heavily as Jovonka only lets out a small whimper, feeling the Sabini’s hot breath against her right cheek.

“That is what I call a good fucking,” he said in a low voice, giving her one last disgusting kiss on her cheek as he stood up on his feet.

Jovonka stood deadly still, letting out quiet wails laying on her side of the dirty bed. Sabini fixed himself up, not caring if the girl was fine, but it didn’t bother him to ask for one bit. After getting himself ready, he looked back at the woman, seeing her curled up in a ball. He then made his way towards her, grabbing a fist full of her hair as she let out a yelp.

“You’ll never escape from this place. You will obey my every command that I say. And if you and or sister do anything funny, I will fucking cut you up like animals. You understand?” He said, gripping on her hair with more force letting out another whimper.

She said nothing and the only reply he got out of her was just a slow nod. Satisfied, he let go of her, hearing his footsteps echoing away towards the door. A moment later she heard the door of the basement close shut, leaving her in the cold dark room hugging herself tightly in her arms. Crying her heart out and wishing to feel her Alfie next to her and come to rescue her. But that will never happen, knowing that he is now gone forever.

I wish you were here my love… I only hope death will come for me soon so we can be together again… wherever you are up in the heavens my Alfie watch over us and I’ll see you again… no matter what…

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Days Later: Small Heath, Birmingham 

“I feel we have been going in circles Cyril, I wonder where we are now?” Said Elena, sitting on the cold floor of an alleyway while the big dog nestled against the little girl.

It has been days since Elena ran away from Margate, as she was told to do by Jovonka. She and the Bullmastiff did their best to stay away from the open fields. But once they made it out of the forest, Elena wanted to go back to her family. Though knowing the risks of going back would be a big mistake on her part. And so they both never stopped fleeing until now, even though the place they settled themselves in will be something unexpected. 

“We can’t stay here forever Cyril, we have to keep going. Or they will look for us if they are still out there. Come on, boy,” Little Elena said, getting on her feet while Cyril stretched his body out until he shook himself.

She giggled at his behavior until they made their way through the alleyway. They haven’t had a proper meal in days, and finding food wherever they went wasn’t the easiest task to seek. But the other reason feared that they’ll be seen again, so instead they laid low even though their hunger was getting the best of them. When they made it out into the open air, Elena looked both ways, but the street they saw was sort of empty. And when she felt it was clear, she and Cyril then made their way to wherever they thought faith would lead them, too. Some blocks later Elena and the big mutt found themselves surrounded by many loud sounds while working men shoveled what looked to be black coal. The smell of steel and gray smoke rose in the air and a burst of fire blew out of nowhere. Elena jumped back at this, Cyril barked at the orange cloud. 

“Cyril, it’s ok boy. Come on, let’s keep going,” said the little girl in a reassuring tone which the dog calmed down. 

Most of the workers didn’t seem to notice her and the big dogs’ presence since they were busy doing their duties. But some by-passers, mostly children, would only look at the new arrivals, but didn’t bother to say hello to Elena. But because they feared the big brown dog that was with her, thinking it would attack them. Little Elena, though, didn’t seem to notice this, for she was busy looking at her surroundings. The adults seem to care less since they see children run around almost every day. So Elena wasn’t too far different from the rest, but it was for the best. Making to the end of the pathway, they both turned right where she saw an open space where a small river bank and ships appeared in front of her view. It was also another busy and noisy site to take in, which Elena wanted to get to know a bit more. However, somewhere on the other end of the path, there stood two peculiar men that were looking for someone important. It did not prepare Elena to encounter the evil men she had feared to see once again. 

“Oí, Mason, don’t look behind you, it’s the little girl,” Liam said in a whisper, hunching his shoulders. 

Little Elena and Cyril passed them by the men, then looked at the young child. 

“Are you certain this is what Sabini was speaking of? Or you’re just blind, Liam?” Mason said, sounding unsure and not wanting to take a random kid from the streets.

“I ain’t blind and it looks like the paper here,” said Liam while taking out the paper pointing at Elena’s picture, “See, what did I tell you, eh? Come on, let’s follow her before we lose her.

The men walked at a normal pace while seeing Elena walk down the gray path. The little girl felt her stomach growl, knowing that she and Cyril hadn’t had food in days. She tried to ignore the hunger as she continued on. Some miles later, Elena and the mutt found themselves in a new pathway. Feeling they might have been here before, Elena then saw a place not far in the distance. So she and Cyril walked their way towards the strange brown shop with three square windows along with two double doors in the middle. And on top it read the following words that, Elena had a hard time reading out.

The Garrison Tavern: Shelby Distillery 

Liam and Mason were not far behind seeing the child making her way inside. Elena opens another pair of brown doors where she was greeted by an enormous brown and gold lit room. Where old and young men sat at brown wooden tables and others at the bar counter drinking their hearts out. Most of the men looked in her direction, confused to see a young girl in these parts. Not until the man behind the bar came her way.

“Sweetheart, are you lost? I’m sorry, but this is not a place for children you have to love,” the wicked man said, trying to be as polite as possible to the young girl.

Elena said little to the man; she only stayed quiet until she spoke.

“Please, sir, I don’t have anywhere else to go. It’s only myself and my dog and we have had food for days. Please, can you spare us a meal for us sir,” said Elena, gesturing her hands in prayer as the bartender sighed at her request.

Before he said anything, the door of The Garrison opened and in came Liam and Mason, making everyone else look at the entrance.

“Elena, why did you run off from me, oh? I told you to stay with me,” Mason said, pretending to be her father, grabbing a hold of her right hand. “My apologies, sir. She is quite the child to wander off. I’m sorry for the trouble now darling, let’s go home.”

“No, he is not my dad, he’s lying help me please,” Elena begged, struggling against the man’s hand, but Mason didn’t have none of it.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t be such a brat and let’s go home, yes?” Mason said between gritted teeth, giving her a glaring gaze. Elena continued squirming, trying to break away from the stranger’s grasp.

Little Elena, without a doubt, bite hard on the man’s hand, groaning out in pain. He let go of her, but Liam scooped her up from the floor, carrying her out of the tavern. 

“No, let go of me! Help someone!” she continued to scream her lungs out as Cyril heard the girl and barked at Liam.

The dog bit hard against the man’s right thigh, tugging and growling with force. Liam screamed out in pain until he dropped Elena onto the hard gray floor. 

“Mason! Get this fucking dog off of me!” cried out Liam, feeling the dog’s teeth sink deeper into his skin until he felt thick streams of his own blood.

Mason wrapped the big bullmastiff’s neck with both of his arms, choking the mutt with all of his force. Cyril let go of Liam, but he was now choking out for air. Elena saw what the wicked man was doing to the brown dog.

“Let him go, you're hurting him,” begged Elena, tugging on Liam’s right arm, but he didn’t pay her any attention.

Mason grabbed the girl once more, screaming at the top of her lungs, begging for someone to help her. 

“Oi! What the fuck is goin’ on out here?” screamed out a thick rough accent, making Liam, Mason, and Elena look at who talked. 

He looked very skinny looking with a very peculiar haircut, his sides all shaved off. Along with a huge, bushy mustache and wearing a very good-looking suit outfit that only rich people could afford. The new stranger saw what was all the commotion about until he saw the little girl. Liam let the dog go from his grasp. The poor creature let himself fall on the pavement floor.

“This is none of your concern, Shelby. Now if you’ll excuse us but we have business to attend too. So you can piss off,” said Mason, holding onto Elena more tightly, but the person called Shelby wasn’t having it.

“Do you even know who the fuck you are talkin’ to, boy? Hmm? And do you not realize where you're standing don’t you?” said the mustache man as onlookers, including the ones from inside The Garrison, looked on.

“Yes, we know where we are standing, but none of us aren’t afraid of you or your other crazy brothers. Besides, being the eldest of the three, you, Arthur Shelby, believe that you can defeat me and Liam? I dare to see you fucking try, mate, all on your own. Foolish is what I think,” said Mason with a smug grin, finding the situation hilarious until the voice from hell was heard behind them.

“What makes you think it would be pathetic of my dear brother to take you both, gentlemen? You wouldn’t want to push his buttons if I were you boys,” said a raspy silky voice as both of Sabini’s henchmen nervously turned slowly to meet their maker.

Before them was a tall blue-eyed man with a gray cap on top of his black hair. His bone structure from his face was sharp and fine to admire. As he wore the same attractive suit as Arthur’s but in black and his hands covered in leather black gloves. Liam looks back at Mason with uneasiness in his eyes, evidently aware they were both doomed. Having nowhere else to run away from The King of Birmingham himself. Liam, however, didn’t want any of this, so he instead did what every coward does best. Run for his life to save himself to get away from the Shelbys until a sudden thunder-booming sound was heard. The henchman felt a sharp burning pain in the middle back of his back and front stomach. Liam then looked down, seeing a blood spot appear on his front shirt. He tried to say something, but everything went by slowly until he felt himself kneeling on the gray floor. Until his entire body limps on the cold pavement, breathing his last final breath. Several citizens gasp or stood deathly quiet, seeing the man’s dead body lifeless and still. Mason looked back at who shot the bullet and he saw the oldest Shelby’s holding out his pistol. 

“Oh shit, please, let me go. Here, take the little girl. I promise to not say anything. Just don’t kill me,” Mason pleadingly said, releasing Elena from his arms and pushed her towards Arthur, but she instead ran towards Cyril, hugging him.

Both brothers said nothing until Arthur grabbed Mason from his collared shirt while the blue-eyed Shelby just stared. Out of the corner of The Garrison appeared a small group of men, but one of them stood out the most. He also had the same outfit as the other two Shelbys, but in gray with a light gray cap with crystal blue eyes. 

“John, hold this fucking mugger down on his knees,” called out Arthur, his arms gripping around Mason’s neck, but the new brother went to help him out. 

Elena felt scared at what was going on in front of her, deciding on whether she should stay put or flee from these new strangers. Who she sees to be dangerous as Sabini’s men. Arthur and John forced Mason onto his knees now until the third brother who Elena, hasn’t heard a name from yet, step in front of the man.

“Then explain why you are taking the girl hostage. There must be a reason so we don’t have to kill you. And who are you working for that wants this young child?” he said in that raspy silk voice, waiting for the helpless man to answer his questions but couldn’t find any words to say.

Suddenly the unnamed Shelby brother brutally punched Mason across the face some blood formed inside his mouth. 

“I’m going to ask you one more time and this time I would break your into two pieces eh?” said the blue-eyed man giving him a reassuring look towards the henchman as he continued “Who do you work for? And what use do you or your boss need from the young child?”

Mason only gave him a glaring look, breathing heavily through his nostrils and tasting his own blood inside his mouth. A moment later, the henchman found the strength to talk between breaths.

“I work for Darby Sabini… and that little brat there is his lost property.”

“And why does he need her? What’s so important about a random child that he has so much interest in?” Said the Shelby pressured on bending his knees almost at the same height as Mason, the blue-eyed man wanting more information from the henchman.

“Why should it fucking matter to you gypsy people? She is none of your goddamn concern. I have to send her to Sabini and that’s all you’re going to get out of me. So fuck you all,” said the henchman while shrugging against Johns and Arthur’s grips, but they hold him still.

The third nameless Shelby nodded his head as he stood up on his feet. Then suddenly, without Mason realizing the crystal blue eye man took his gun out and knocked out the henchman with the back of his weapon. Seeing the conscious man fall hard onto the floor. 

“Right then. John take him to the docks, make sure Johnny Dog and the others have him well hidden and secured. And take the body far away from here. This man will be with us for a while. I have a feeling there is more to this. Now go,” the Shelby brother instructed John, nodded his head and snapped his fingers at the other men from the group. 

Once John and his men took away Mason away from The Garrison, the onlookers resumed back to whatever they were doing. Pretending that they didn’t see what the Shelby brothers did. Elena stood there quietly, trying to understand what just happened, but she now knows that Sabini sent his henchmen out. Seeing that there was no escaping from hiding from the Italian devil. 

“Oí what should we do about the girl, Mr. Shelby?” Asked the bartender, pointing a finger in Elena’s direction.

“Don’t you worry about her, Harry, I’ll take care of the child. You go back inside and I’ll see you soon,” said the unnamed Shelby, gently placing a hand on the man’s left shoulder.

Harry nodded back in agreement as he made his way back inside the tavern. Elena was busy seeing Arthur and three more men carrying Liam’s body away to god knows where. Feeling overly and mentally exhausted from watching too many people killed at this point in her life. She didn’t realize the blue-eyed man’s presence, so she just jumped back, trying to not make eye contact with the tall man.

“Don’t be frightened little one, you’re safe now,” he said calmingly, reassuring Elena as best as he could, hoping he is not making her feel uncomfortable.

She was petting Cyril on top of his head. Elena stood quiet for a moment or so until she finally had the courage to talk to the man he basically saved her.

“Are you going to take me to the dangerous man, just like them?” She questioned the Shelby brother, which made a confused look.

“No, of course not. I am not one of them,” he said, kneeling down next to Elena as he continued, “We are not here to harm you, sweetheart. I want to understand why they were capturing you. And for a little girl your age, are you out here all on your own with your dog?” 

“His name is Cyril and… I… I don’t know if I should tell you why we are here. What if you are lying to me?” said Elena shyly, being more cautious and remembering what Jovonka told her about encountering people.

The man understood the little girl completely. If he was her age, he would feel the same way. 

“If you feel like not telling me, it’s alright. But right now, you’re not safe out here. Come, I’ll take you to a more secure place where you’ll be more comfortable,” the blue-eyed man said, standing up in his feet extending his hand to Elena, while she just looked at his hand to his eyes, “I promise you I will not hurt you.”

Elena was hesitant for a moment if she should take the man’s hand or not. But deep down in her gut, she felt he could be telling the truth about him not harming her. But seeing that running away again, there could be another chance Sabini’s men will come and look for her no matter where she went. And so Elena finally took a hold of his large hand while still hugging Cyril’s neck with her left arm. 

“What’s your name sir?” Elena then asked while they walked down another pathway towards a car waiting for them up ahead. 

“My name is Thomas darling, and you don’t have to call me sir, yes?” He said, giving her a warm smile, which she returned the gesture and nodded her head in reply.

And so Elena, Thomas, and Cyril made their way inside the car, where Thomas knew where the girl would be safe and out of danger.

Grace Shelby Institute  

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[call-sign-shark]

The public, and by public I mean me 😂, want a play date between Kaiser and Cyril 🐕🐕. Destroying Tommy's garden

😂

Omg I died at your request. This was such a fantastic idea, Flor! Hope you'll enjoy some dog chaos 😂 I can't stop giggling when thinking about the moment Tommy will see it...

Summary: As you are waiting for Arthur in Tommy's garden, your afternoon takes an unexpected turn. In fact, Cyril and Kaiser decide to have a play date and it doesn't go well for the mansion's garden.

Words: 1.3k

Notes: This work is a part of Heaven in Your Eyes' universe, but you can obviously read it as a stand-alone.

If there was one thing you hated about your husband, it was his brother Thomas Shelby. That was why you decided to wait outside, in the mansion’s gargantuan garden, rather than accompany Arthur inside. Following the whole prison incident, he had himself become more distant from Thomas, even though the love and loyalty he felt toward his little brother kept him from sinking into pure hatred. Arthur reluctantly left you alone for a while in this potentially hostile environment, only doing so because of the giant hundred pounds dog that watching over you. For sure, Arthur knew that Kaiser would maim and shred any fool who would try to hurt you — you were more than safe when the dog was around. 

Here you were, comfortably sitting on a bench surrounded by a dizzying range of colorful flowers whose delicate scent was carried away with the soft spring breeze. Reading Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland for the hundredth time, you felt yourself transported to Wonderland’s garden by the words that were printed on the paper. A relaxed sigh escaped from your plump and glossed lips as the gentle warmth of sun rays caressed your porcelain skin. You were devouring Lewis Carroll’s story when, all of sudden, the loud bark of Kaiser snatched you from your bubble. As a gargantuan Cane Corso, Kaiser’s growls and howls tended to be so booming and low-tone they would make everyone’s quiver, even when the beast just wanted to play.

“What is it, Kaiser?” You asked the dog, closing the book and gently scratching the huge brute behind his cropped ear. Standing at attention, his Hazel eyes were staring far away at the distance. You frowned and looked in his direction, searching for the source of his agitation, “Oh fuck —“ The word fell from your mouth before you could even realize it, for what was catching Kaiser’s attention was the large silhouette of a man in a hat, a huge English mastiff walking beside him.  It did not take more than a quick look to recognize the infamous Alfie Solomons. You remained silent, one of your hands firmly closing around Kaiser’s collar to keep him close. To be honest, you mentally crossed your fingers for Alfie Solomons not to notice you for you wanted nothing from him. Not even a greeting. 

“Oh! SHALOM MRS. SHELBY!” Alfie’s voice boomed in the distance. Mission failed — the king of Camden Town not only had noticed you but was now heading to you, supporting his weight with a walking stick. You have heard from the Shelbys that his sciatica had become worse over time — not that you cared though, “Shalom.” He repeated, his piercing blue eyes staring at your aquamarine irises with unsettling insistence as he waited for you to greet him.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Solomons.” You gritted through your teeth, unable to hide the gleam of resentment that was burning in your dark pupils. 

“Here I finally meet her, Arfah Shelby’s wife and dearest treasure! The angel who fell from Shamayim only to get dicked balls deep by a foul-mouthed, whiskey-drunk, and rabid Peaky Blinders. Not that I want to disrespect dear Arfah, what a scary lad he can be when he’s angry.” Alfie took off his hat when he talked, probably in the hope of showing a bit of respect. Or maybe not, it was always so difficult to probe his attentions and thoughts, even for a witch like you, “You made him a believer tho, and I can understand why now that I’ve met you.” 

You bit your inner cheek so hard the metallic taste of blood exploded on your tongue. In case you doubted it you were now certain: you hated him. You were so annoyed by his presence that you did not notice Cyril and Kaiser sniffing each other, tail wagging in contempt. 

“Now that we are here, I’d like to give you my most sincere apologies for attempting to murder your husband. It was nothing personal, just some business formalities but thanks God this whole quarrel is behind us now! But know that your lover is one hell of a fucking bastard hard to kill. And God knew I did my best to—“ 

“Listen Alfie, for the sake of your weird alliance with Tommy we’re going to forget this accident, especially because I was not there at that time. But know that your apologies are not accepted. Pretty sure Mrs. Rose Solomons would dig her nails in Arthur’s chest to rip his heart out if he had tried to kill you. Consider yourself lucky I don’t. Only out of sheer respect for Rosie.” 

In the background, Cyril and Kaiser had started playfully jumping at each other, tongues hanging and butts wiggling. Quite a different mood than the one between Alfie and you. The Cane Corso rolled on the ground, his four paws up in the air as the Mastiff sniffed his belly. They seemed to have a hell of a fun moment.

“Bloody hell, woman, Tommy was damn right when he said you were Satan in the shape of an Angel. You’ve got claws just like me woman—“ 

“Goodbye, Mr. Solomons.” You cut him off, “Come on Kaiser.”  You said, processing to leave the place but you stopped when you realized your huge guardian had not followed you, which was unusual taking into account how obedient he was. 

“Well, well, would you look at that Mrs. Shelby! Seems like good Cyril and your dog get along pretty well. So well they don’t want to part, ey. You know I’m more than delighted by this new friendship because Cyril tends to feel lonely these days. He had a very great friend at Camden but I shot his owner — sad, sad story.”

“No, Kaiseeeeer.” You muttered to yourself, as you saw the two massive beasts chasing each other and barking playfully, their beady eyes glistening with excitement. Among all the friends Kaiser could have made, he chose Cyril. Not that you had something against that good boy, but it ultimately meant you had to stay near Alfie Solomons the whole time the animals were having fun -- And God knew the man talked too much, too fast, and was hard to follow. To be true, having a discussion with Solomons would always guarantee the apparition of an unpleasant headache. At first, you thought about forcing Kaiser to go, but he looked so happy you had not the heart to deprive him of his new furry brother, “Alright,” You finally resigned. Arms crossed, a moody pout plastered on your adorable angel face, you came back next to Alfie and kept your gaze fixed upon the dogs.

You both stayed there for a little while and surprisingly enough Alfie did not bother you that much. In fact, he was too busy looking at Cyril with a genuine sparkle of love in his eyes — for sure he had a close bond with his dog, as close as the one you shared with yours. Silence hovered above your heads until Cyril and Kaiser, delighted by the mansion’s vastness, ran to the most magnificent part of the garden to wrestle in it. The two adorable but massive beasts rolled in the flowers, their strong bodies crushing all of them and their jaws snatching the other plants.  Alfie and you opened your eyes wide and turned toward each other at the very same time, as you both realized that the dogs were wrecking Tommy’s garden. But when your eyes met, surprise faded away and a devilish smirk dawned on your lips.

“Well — that’s problematic, innit?” Alfie said, sarcasm coating his words, “We should stop them.” 

“Should we, though?” You replied.

Alfie took a last glance at the dogs, who were now ruining the only part of the garden that had been spared from their destructive paws.

“Naaah,” Alfie concluded.  

You snorted in amusement and shifted your focus back to the animals as Alfie did, for you were both like dogs with two tails at the simple fact of bothering Thomas Shelby. They said vengeance was a dish best served cold, but the truth was, for once, vengeance was a dish best served with mud and crushed flowers.

"Fuck Tommy," You said.

"Yeah, fuck Tommy."

✞ Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

✞ Rose Solomons is @raincoffeeandfandoms ‘s OC

[justrainandcoffee]

Hallowe’en (Camden Town-1893)

Alfie and Rose are 5 years old. Camden Town same as the rest of the country is waiting for Hallowe’en and them like millions of other kids, they are too.

Her grandmother sewed a witch costume for her and transformed Alfie into a little elf. Even granny's dog receives a makeover.

Apart from being neighbours, they're best friends and as such they're ready to celebrate this day together. And, if possible, eat all the sweets and apples that the neighbours can give to them.

Alfie x Rose masterlist

[evita-shelby]

Strings of Fate

Thanks @justrainandcoffee for having the dream that inspired Forbidden and this happier au and happy birthday 🎂 🥳

Cw: smut, infertility, Tommy’s canon fertility issues, cheating

Rose Coldwell needed a husband to escape Lawerence Evertt and the Shelbys could use someone to help Polly and Ada with Finn and John’s now motherless children.

His marriage was one of convenience and no matter what they did, it just didn’t work.

“I cannot have children,” his wife had admitted when they held Ada’s baby and Tommy wondered if they could try and have some happiness of their own.

The Romani Gangster had never held that against her, he was fond of her and cared for her like he cares for all his family, and when he realized the place Alfie Solomons had in her heart, Tom supposed it was a blessing in disguise.

He didn’t stop her; it wasn’t as if he hadn’t resumed his visits to Lizzie nor dallied with Grace in hopes of filling that hollowness in his chest. The least he could do for her is to ignore her visits to Camden Town and believe her lies.

Once business is done, he will broach the topic of a divorce. Tommy would use his own affairs to place the blame squarely on his shoulders and make sure her reputation remains spotless.

He needs Camden Town, Alfie Solomons would have no choice but to ally with him and help him take London or he’d never set her free. It is the only reason he is taking on Sabini now that both Kimber and Evertt are dead and gone.

Alfie’s no fool, his own wife was a Smith whose grandmother lived in Small Heath. If Tommy wanted, he could hurt her, but he wouldn’t. He’s not like that.

She’s a beauty, he’s seen her in the neighborhood enough times to know Mr. Solomons is a lucky man. She’s friends with Ada, on good terms with Polly and Finn adores her. Had he met her sooner perhaps, Eva Solomons would be Eva Shelby.

“If my husband were a jealous man, you would be pushing daisies, Mr. Shelby.” The witch says in Rromani as she looks at the wares in the shop that makes his suits.

“Something you must thank my wife for, I suppose.” His words hit their mark as she stills for a moment before regaining composure. They speak of the matter in their shared tongue, and no one here would report anything but mere speculation to his aunt, Chester Campbell and Sabini.

She and Rose are friends, even if dear Rosie thinks Eva isn’t aware of her relationship with her husband. What her reasons are for feigning ignorance about their affair is something Tommy intends to find out.

“He goes his way, I go mine.” The woman answered his unspoken question and refuses to turn and look at him. “Same agreement you have with Rose.”

“Can’t fill the emptiness either, Mrs. Solomons.” Even the name feels wrong, just as Rose Shelby does.

Tommy looks at a bolt of fine black lace and suggests it to her with a calculated look on his face to sell the lie. As far as Polly will know, he is merely convincing Eva Solomons to convince her husband to free Arthur and claim Billy Kitchen’s death as his doing.

“If you wish to seduce me, Shelby, you should try harder. I like to be wooed.” The witch dismissed his words and before she could ring up the shopkeeper to buy it, he orders the man at the counter to put in on his tab.

He pays for his suits now. Never leaves a debt unpaid and tips generously, he even vets his whores after Grace took advantage of his weakness in the name of the Law.

Tommy Shelby should remember how that hurt him and his family as he courts the Witch of Camden Town.

But he cannot help it, there is something pulling him to her that he hasn’t felt since Greta. Like an invisible string connecting his rotten soul to hers.

“Your cousin, Wag, said your husband refused your tickets to Chaplin's party after what he did to my brother and my men at his Seder.” The Gangster wanted revenge, he had an ace up his sleeve to get Alfie Solomons to have the police sergeant in his pocket release Arthur and his men.

This was more than just a play against Eva’s husband and Rose’s lover, this was Tommy Shelby being led by his stupid broken heart to see where that string of fate leads him to. Not his cock this time, though the woman beside him ignited all sorts of want with that feel of magic about her.

“I want you to wear that lace for me and after that, we will go to my sister’s place in London, and we will fuck until we forget what our spouses are doing in that property they think we don’t know about.” He comes close enough to breathe in the soft rose water and vanilla and that touch of myrrh and frankincense left over from incense to enhance her supernatural abilities.

Tommy Shelby doesn’t know what he’ll do is she says no.

“Tell Ada to leave the lights on and the front door unlocked, I will be arriving there before you to keep Sabini off my tail.” Eva turns and looks at him over her shoulder with an enigmatic smile.

She doesn’t wear black lace.

She wears a jet beaded dress with a satin slip underneath with her dark hair curled and lips painted with the lipstick Rose will find on his collar tomorrow.

He shouldn’t want her, her husband could kill his brother for this, but Tommy Shelby cannot help himself.

He hardly remembers the party as the heady smell of witchcraft and roses stirred a fire within him he hasn’t felt in almost a decade. Grace had been there with her husband, but he had paid her no mind as he came to know the bewitching woman on his arm.

“You behave as if you were a man starved for love.” Her eyes are dark with want and her quiet laugh betrays how mutual this burning he feels is.

“As starved as you are, love.” Tommy cannot even bother to check the coast was clear as he kisses her hungrily at Ada’s doorstep.

Despite the need to sate the hunger they feel, they take their time, stumbling to the couch where they don’t bother removing their clothes. Any attempt to strip her of her fine clothes is met with a wicked grin, as he ran is hands up her silky skin and felt the lace he had paid for as she sank down on his hand.

“You said I had to wear the lace, you never said how.” The witch said against his mouth before kissing like a high-end whore.

“I need you.” He groans against the column of her neck as he kisses every freckle Solomons takes for granted and matches the slow pace she’s set. “Evie, I need you.”

Sex with Rose was good, a bit tame, but enough to scratch the itch. This was different, as if he’d known the witch before, as if he hadn’t been meant for anyone else except her.

“You don’t even know me, Tommy.” She pulled him back to her mouth as she rid him of his vest, gun holster and every item between her long black nails and his bare chest.

She could tear out his heart from his chest and he’d let her, just to fill that hollowness inside him.

They don’t stay in the couch, neither wanted the night to end and in silence decided they’d greet the dawn clad only in sin. The bed would be where they fuck in earnest, where he will take advantage of his own lack of fertility to ensure Solomons stays none the wiser.

Tommy takes his time peeling off the lingerie she wore only for him, kissing every inch of her and letting the sense of déjà vu guide and reward him with sounds he bets Alfie cannot string from her.

God was always cruel to him, to give him a soulmate and give her to a man who doesn’t worship her like she deserves. He tells her so when after feasts on her cunt like a man starved.

“Then show your goddess how a true believer should worship her.” She pulled him up and tasted herself in his tongue as he made love to her until she wept from the ecstasy.

Dawn paints her skin golden, and her eyes turn the color of his favorite whiskey, he wished he could wake every morning like this.

“Who knew Mr. Shelby was a poet?” the witch reads his thoughts and hears him use poetry to describe the naked goddess he's still inside of.

“Who knew soulmates were real?” their hands interlock as they lay together basking in the afterglow, pretending they don’t have cages to return to.

Tommy Shelby knows he must make her part of the deal: he will set Rose free only if Alfie does the same with Eva.

He can’t let her go, even if he’s only known her for a day or two, he knows he can’t live without her.

They all return home; Rose smells of Alfie and he smells of Eva. It is the first of many, they know it when Rose takes Ada’s old bedroom and Tommy’s in his own bed and both dream of their lovers.

Neither feel hurt as they did before when the guilt ate at Rose even if he’s never been loyal to her, the callous too thick to let them feel their sins burning against their conscious and damning them to hell once more.

“I hadn’t planned to tell you this until the Derby ended, but I will set you free. Our deal has been honored and you no longer need my protection in the form of a wedding ring and my last name.” It sounds cold and cruel to everyone but them.

Rose cries in relief and joy as she hugs him in gratitude. He’s set up the date with their lawyer, paid extra to have it done faster and even sought the Rabbi in Rose’s Temple to ask whether he needs a Get so his soon-to-be ex-wife can marry his lover’s husband.

Even if he does die today, he will die as Eva’s fiancé and not Rose’s husband.

“Rose and I declared our marriage over, and unless you do the same, I will blow your fine establishment up to marry your wife. The choice is yours, Solomons.” The gangster fears death and yet fears nothing today, but he trusts his witch. His witch who told him the grave he will dig is meant to show him how expendable he is to his new master.

Everything would fall into place and all would be right in the world…for them at least.

That night, still reeking of graveyard dirt and a man’s blood, he spends it in Eva’s arms in the sprawling house she will rule over as its rightful queen.

“How soon can we marry?” she holds on tightly to him as if they may wake up from this dream any moment.

“Before you start showing, I hope.” Tommy answers guessing why she’d even ask in the first place.

And so, they marry, in the last days of summer with a special license as their former spouses do the same in Margate.

Whether Charles Absalom Shelby is named for his uncle or Charlie Chaplin, is something only the new couple will know.

[terriwriting]

Possible locations for Gotham, Metropolis, & Smallville

A non-exhaustive list of places to put Gotham, Metropolis, or any other fictional city.

Notes:

Cities need reliable fresh water, transportation, and food.

Wonder Woman doesn't need a city. She already has Paradise Island.

Gotham

I'm more of a Superman fan, so my notes on Gotham are relatively short. Plus Metropolis comes in two variations, while Gotham just needs to be a city that is old enough to have old infrastructure and deep-rooted generational wealth.

Illinois/Indiana:

The Chicago-Gary area is the easiest place to put Gotham if you want to move it away from the East Coast. Hello Kitty Unpretty's Gotham is a Great Lakes city.

New Jersey:

The classic. There are two good places for a fictional city, but the one in the southern area of the state will be noticeably different from canon-Gotham.

The Camden-Rehoboth Bay corridor could be unified by an old canal system. Place Gotham one one end of the canal and Bluehaven (Bludhaven to cynical locals) on the other, according to your preference. Note that the Rehoboth Bay end is mostly mud and silt layered over more mud and silt, so you're probably better off placing Bludhaven here as a smaller city with few major towers. Either end will need extensive drainage (canals, storm drains, aqueducts, and reservoirs), so that's great for the crumbling infrastructure. Remember that if you place Gotham here, Batman's costume needs to be light, not armoured, or he'll be dead in a week from heat stroke.

The New Brunswick-Newark metropolitan area fits the climate we usually see in comics. Maybe throw in Staten Island as a little treat for New jersey.

In either case, the rest of the Justice League calls Batman Tony Soprano behind his back.

New York:

The NYC metro region with no city unification. Gotham is probably Manhattan, plus maybe Staten Island for rich people like Bruce.

Ohio:

A unified Cleveland-Akron-Canton metropolitan area with a higher population, maybe?

Rhode Island

My preferred headcanon: The Newport-Providence metropolitan area as a unified city. Bruce Wayne is old old money, some of the Wayne cousins were involved in the witch trials, and this fits the map published by Mayfair games.

Metropolis

Metropolis comes in two flavours: The more common one where Metropolis is a stand-in for an old East Coast US city, or; The Superman: TAS version where Metropolis is a new city, built under the influence of tech billionaire Lex Luthor. I like both.

If you like Clark and Lex as high school friends, that's not really compatible with a New Metro built by Lex Luthor. There's just not enough time for Lex to build anything more than a small suburb. But Lex could be manoeuvring to take control of Metropolis from his family, or from some other DCU billionaire like Simon Stagg.

Connecticut:

There are two good regions in Connecticut to place a fictional city: The Bridgeport-New Haven region, or; The area between the Connecticut River and Thames River.

The Bridgeport-New Haven version better fits the Old Metropolis version, but can also be used for the New Metro version. If you're going for Old Metro, in reality this area did industrialize before the NYC area (Which was dominated by shipping before it picked up light manufacturing), but the early industrialists didn't invest enough in the trade schools or financial institutions that would have let them keep that early advantage. Have a few mill owners and canal companies invest in engineering schools, have later industrial barons invest in office equipment manufacturing and chemical engineering, and you have your Old Metro. For your New Metro, genius tech billionaire Lex Luthor plants a few factories in the major population centres, buys up golf courses to turn them into company towns with inexpensive mid-density housing, and then uses his political and economic influence to pressure the municipalities to merge into his new Metropolis. This version of the New Metro will have more old architecture, but that's not a bad thing.

The Connecticut River-Thames River region fits either version. For an Old Metro, just have the area invest in trades and technical schools as with the Bridgeport-New Haven region. There are old whaling towns in this area so the region could move into shipbuilding, marine alloys engineering, and later railcars and elevators and escalators. This is an easy place to plant a fictional new city, with a low urban population and lots of farms, golf course, and camp/resort sites to buy out. An ambitious billionaire or group of wealthy investors could start a new urban centre with relative ease.

Delaware:

Most of the Delmarva region is mud. You're not going to build many skyscrapers here. But you could fit some in along the Chesapeake and Delaware Canal.

A Metropolis on the Chesapeake and Delaware Canal would probably be smaller than Metropolis is usually shown as, with maybe two million inhabitants instead of six-eight million. But this is comic books, so go with what feels right to your heart.

This works equally well for New or Old Metro.

New Jersey:

Have Bayonne & Newark industrialize early, deliver Staten Island unto New Jersey, invest heavily in education and financial institutions, unify Bayonne-Newark-Staten Island, and bada-bing bada-boom Lois Lane sounds like Carmela Soprano.

Staten Island isn't necessary, but you gotta put the fancy houses and big parks somewhere.

Works best with the Old Metro approach, but you could also have investors take over the urban area and push a lot of redevelopment.

New York:

There are a couple of good places in New York state for Metropolis.

For a New Metro, try the Chaumont Bay-Guffin Bay region. Access to rail, road, air, and sea shipping, and lots of tradespeople and professionals in nearby cities who are desperate for inexpensive housing.

For an Old Metro, you can't go wrong with a thinly-disguised NYC. Just file off the serial numbers, maybe some new rims, and drive it like you stole it.

Smallville

Generic East Coast:

If you're like me and prefer the feel of Bronze Age Smallville, you might want to keep Smallville as an East Coast town. This is easy. There's no reason for Smallville to be in the same state as Metropolis, so it can be anywhere from Maryland to Massachusetts. Towards the end of the Bronze Age it was generally described as vaguely New Jersey or Pennsylvania. East Coasters can entertain themselves imagining Clark Kent, MetU freshman, trying to order a pork roll and water ice in the Metropolis version of Eisenberg's Sandwich Shop.

Kansas:

The Flint Hills region matches modern continuity and the look of both the Smallville series and Bronze Age comics. Lawrence is a good model.

Special Mention: Susquehanna River

BludBluehaven: Great place for Nightwing to relocate to, regardless of where your Gotham is.

Gotham: Replaces Baltimore and/or Philadelphia as a rail and sea hub.

Metropolis: Great for the New Metro.

Opal City: Gotta go somewhere, and this matches the map DC published.

Smallville: Depends on what version you prefer.

What About The Teen Titans?

Fuck Marv Wolfman, that's what.

[tsaritiz]

All Identity V references (or easter eggs) to popular culture found.

Some are taken from theories of fandom others are found by me.

Martha Remington as the surname taken from the typewriter brand "remington" (also curious beacause in the game you have to decode typewriters)

Doctor, Emily Dyer is inspired by Amelia Dyer a british serial killer who killed lots of young children while beyond her cares.

Helena Adams references to Helen keller, a blind def woman who were a full-time activist.

Priestress (Fiona Gilman) references to HP Lovecraft's story "The dream in the witch's house."

The Magician references to Servais le roy, the creator of the illusion technic of levitation.

Naib Subedar, in his backstory makes reference to the british invasion of india.

Thief, Kreacher Pierson references George Müller, a Christian evangelist and the director of the Ashley Down orphanage in Bristol, England. He was one of the founders of the Plymouth Brethren movement. His surname is named after Arthur Tappan Pierson, a friend of George Müller who wrote his biography.

The explorer references to Gulliver's Travels.

William Ellis references William Webb Ellis, the alleged inventor of rugby. He also shares the exact same name as him

Norton Campbell's background story references the author H.P Lovecraft's short story titled The Transition of Juan Romero.

Enchantress, Patricia Dorval's adoptive mother references Marie Laveau a Louisiana Creole practitioner of Vodou, herbalist and midwife who was renowned in New Orleans.

Wilding, Murro's Deductions mentions Kasper Hauser, a German youth who claimed to have grown up in the total isolation of a darkened cell.

Female Dancer, Margaretha Zelle references both Mata Hari, a Dutch exotic dancer and courtesan who was convicted of being a spy for Germany during World War I and Natalia from The Last Circus.

Acrobat, Mike Morton's appearance references both Arlecchino from Commedia dell'arte and Vander Clyde Broadway an American female impersonator, high-wire performer, and trapeze artist born in Texas.

"Prisoner", Luca Balsa references Nikola Tesla a Serbian-American inventor, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer, and futurist best known for his contributions to the design of the modern alternating current (AC) electricity supply system.

Entomologist, Melly Plinius references Pliny the Elder (Gaius Plinius Secundus) the Roman author/naturalist/natural philosopher.

Batter, Ganji Gupta's background story references the British Colonization of Indian Subcontinent (1858-1947).

"Psychologist", Ada Mesmer's Surname references Franz Anton Mesmer, a German physician who developed the theory of animal magnetism. She may also be inspired in Ada Lovelace the matematician

Soul Weaver, Violetta references Aloisia 'Violetta' Wagner, a famous German freak show performer from the early 20th century. She was renowned for having tetra-amelia syndrome.

The Ripper, Jack references Jack the Ripper an unidentified serial killer active in the impoverished districts in and around Whitechapel in the East End of London in 1888. His background story references Walter Sickert, a German-born British painter and print maker who was a member of the Camden Town Group of Post-Impressionist artists in early 20th-century London and was suspected of being Jack the Ripper.

Geisha, Michiko references Chōchō-San from Madame Butterfly. She may also reference Yosano Akiko or Higuchi Ichiyo, both famous writers and geishas. But not only, she may reference the play of Fukuchi Ochi "Mirror Lion" .

Hastur is based on The King in Yellow from H.P. Lovecraft novels (Cthulhu Mythos Franchise).

Wu Chang, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu references Heibai Wuchang (黑白无常, Black and White Impermanence) the two Deities in Chinese folk religion in charge of escorting the spirits of the dead to the underworld.

Photographer, Joseph Desaulniers references both Nicéphore Niépce a French inventor, usually credited as the inventor of photography and a pioneer in that field and Dorian Gray from The Picture of Dorian Gray. His background story also mentions the French Revolution.

Mad Eyes, Burke Lapadura references Edmund Burke, a highly regarded Canadian architect best known for building Toronto's Prince Edward Viaduct or "Bloor Street Viaduct" and Toronto's Robert Simpson store.

Dream Witch, Yidhra references Yidhra from the H.P. Lovecraft novels (Cthulhu Mythos Franchise).

Bloody Queen, Mary references both Marie Antoinette the last queen of France and a controversal figure during the French Revolution and the abilities based on Bloody Mary.

"Disciple", Ann's background story references the Salem witch trials.

Violinist, Antonio references Niccolò Paganini an Italian violinist and composer. He was the most celebrated violin virtuoso of his time, and left his mark as one of the pillars of modern violin technique.

Sculptor, Galatea Claude possibly references Camille Claudel a French sculptor known for her figurative works in bronze and marble and her name references to the statue carved of ivory by Pygmalion of Cyprus of the same name from Greek Mythology.

"Undead", Percy references Victor Frankenstein from the author Mary Shelley's novel Frankenstein.

The Breaking Wheel, Will Brothers references the Breaking wheel with their trailer also referencing the Execution of St Catherine.

Naiad, Grace references Naiads, fresh water nymphs presiding over fountains, wells, springs, streams, brooks and other bodies of fresh water from Greek Mythology. She also appears to reference H.P. Lovecraft's novella The Shadow Over Innsmouth.

Wax Artist, Philippe is based on Philippe Curtius a Swiss physician and wax modeller who taught Marie Tussaud the art of wax modelling.

Hermit, Alva Lorenz references Thomas Edison, a famous inventor.

Night Watch, Ithaqua is based on Ithaqua from H.P. Lovecraft novels (Cthulhu Mythos Franchise).

"Big Daddy" is likely a reference to "Big Brother" from 1984 by George Orwell, the leader who keeps all citizens under constant surveillance and controls them.

Allen, while little is currently known about him, is likely based off Zadok Allen from The Shadow Over Innsmouth.

Andrea may be based on Antonia Bianchi, a singer and the long term lover of Niccolo Paganini.

Arthur Byers is likely based on Ambrose Bierce, the author of “Haïta the Shepherd” in which Hastur first appeared.[1]

Catherine is based on St. Catherine of Alexandria who was executed using a breaking wheel.

Christina's death scene in Philipe's character trailer is an allusion to The Death of Marat by French painter Jacques-Louis David.

Claude Desaulniers is based on Claude Niépce, the older brother of French inventor Nicéphore Niépce.

Damballa is based on the benevolent spiritual intermediary in Haitian Voodoo of the same name.

James Reichenbach's last name is a reference to Reichenbach Falls, the name of the location where Arthur Conan Doyle's character Sherlock Holmes had his fight to the death with his greatest foe Professor Moriarty.

James Whistler is based on the real life painter James Abbott McNeill Whistler who was the mentor of Walter Sickert.

Papa Legba is based on trickster spiritual intermediary in Haitian Vodou of the same name.

Princess Lamballe is based on Marie Thérèse Louise of Savoy (Princesse de Lamballe) who was one of Marie Antoinette's closest friends.

Robert is likely based off Robert Olmstead, the main character and narrator of The Shadow Over Innsmouth.

Sullivan is based on Anne Sullivan Macy, an American teacher and lifelong friend of Helen Keller.

The currently Unnamed Cat God is likely based on the short stories Nyarlathotep and Cats of Ulthar by H.P. Lovecraft.

Blue Aladdin references to Aladdin from Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp.

Violet Peacock's Chinese description references to The Peacocks Fly Southeast.

Both Poseidon's Crown and Poseidon references to Poseidon the god of the sea, storms, earthquakes and horses from Greek Mythology.

Caged Butterfly's description mentions Madame Butterfly.

The 1st Essence of Season 2 is based on several Fairy Tale Stories on each Costumes.

King's Tailor references to one of the Swindler from The Emperor's New Clothes.

Both Lazy Mr. Bunny and Mr. Turtle references to The Hare and The Tortoise from The Tortoise and the Hare.

King Arthur references to the character of the same name

Merlin references to the character of the same name.

Black Swan is based on Odile (The Black Swan) from Swan Lake.

Anubis is based on the god of the same name who is the god of death, mummification, embalming, the afterlife, cemeteries, tombs, and the Underworld in Egyptian Mythology.

Ancient Soul references to the Ankh an ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic symbol used in Egyptian art and writing to represent the word for "life" and, by extension, as a symbol of life itself.

Soul Catcher references to Day of the Dead a holiday traditionally celebrated on November 1 and 2, though other days, such as October 31 or November 6 from Mexica.

Golden Touch is based on King Midas a king of Phrygia who is known to turn everything he touched into gold from Greek Mythology.

The 1st Essence of Season 6 has several references to Greek Mythology.

Icarus is named after and based on the hero of the same name who is the son of the master craftsman Daedalus, the creator of the Labyrinth on Greek Mythology.

Apollo is named after and based on the God of the same name who is the god of oracles, healing, archery, music and arts, sunlight, knowledge, herds and flocks, protection of the young and the Member of Twelve Olympians.

Leonidas is named after Leonidas I a king of the Greek city-state of Sparta.

Pam possibly is based on Pan the god of the wild, shepherds and flocks, rustic music and impromptus, and companion of the nymphs.

Captain Hook is based on Captain James Hook.

Eversleeping Girl is based on Wendy Darling.

Forgotten Boy is possibly based on Peter Pan or one of the Lost Boys.

Siren is possibly based on the Mermaids from Mermaids' Lagoon.

March Hare is based on the Character of the Same Name.

Alice is based on the Protagonist of the Same Name.

Mr. Bunny is based on The White Rabbit.

Bill is based on Bill The Lizard.

Caterpillar is based on Hookah-Smoking Caterpillar.

Knave of Hearts is based on the character of the same name.

Executioner is based on one of the Queen of Hearts' Card Soldiers.

The Mad Hatter is based on the character of the same name.

Queen of Hearts is based on the character of the same name.

Serpent is based on Quetzalcoatl the god of life, light and wisdom, lord of the day and the winds from Aztec Mythology.

Lady Thirteen is based on Yu Mo from The Flowers of War, portrayed by the actress Ni Ni.

Sophia is based on Sophia Palaiologina a Byzantine princess, member of the Imperial Palaiologos family, Grand Princess of Moscow as the second wife of Grand Prince Ivan III.

Ivan is possibly based on Ivan III of Russia a Grand Prince of Moscow and Grand Prince of all Rus'.

Maroon Crystal is based on Dorothy Gale.

Princess Ozma is based on the character of the same name.

The Wicked Witch is based on both Wicked Witch of the West and Dorothy Gale.

Emerald City Coachman is based on the Coachman.

Oz, the Wizard is based on Wizard of Oz.

The Tin Man is based on Tin Woodman.

The Spookcrow is based on Scarecrow.

The Toothless Lion is based on Cowardly Lion.

Golden Ratio references to the Philosopher's Stone a mythic alchemical substance capable of turning base metals such as mercury into gold.

Electrolysis references to the technique of the same name that uses direct electric current (DC) to drive an otherwise non-spontaneous chemical reaction.

Ouroboros references to the ancient symbol of the same name that depicts a snake or dragon eating it's own tail.

Choir Boy has a The squared circle symbol an alchemical symbol (17th century) illustrating the interplay of the four elements of matter symbolising the philosopher's stone on his back.

Mutation represents Chrysopoeia an artificial production of gold, most commonly by the alleged transmutation of base metals such as lead.

Sulfuric Acid has a tattoo on chest resembling the symbol of the same name based on Dalton's Law of Atomic Weights.

Vine references to the Elixir of life a potion that supposedly grants the drinker eternal life and/or eternal youth.

Philofelist possibly references to Necromancy a practice of magic or black magic involving communication with the dead – either by summoning their spirits as apparitions, visions or raising them bodily – for the purpose of divination, imparting the means to foretell future events, discover hidden knowledge, to bring someone back from the dead, or to use the dead as a weapon.

Judge represents Pride.

Deputy represents Greed.

Clerk represents Envy.

Court 3 Commissioner represents Wrath.

Court 5 Commissioner represents Sloth.

Court 6 Commissioner represents Gluttony.

Court 7 Commissioner represents Lust.

Narcissus is named after the character of the same name who rejected all romantic advances, eventually falling in love with his own reflection in a pool of water, staring at it for the remainder of his life, his name is the origin of Narcissism.

Clio is named after the goddess of the same name who is the goddess of history, lyre playing and a member of the Muses.

Talia is named after Thalia who is the goddess of comedy and a member of the Muses.

Hebe is named after the goddess of the same name who is the goddess of eternal youth, prime of life, forgiveness

"Succubus" is named after a demon of the same name they are female demons that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity.

Rainmaker's Beauty Form is based on both Lady Shizuka, one of the most famous women in Japanese history and literature and Ameonna, a yōkai thought to call forth rain while the Prajna Form is based on Kuchisake-onna, that appears as a malicious spirit, or onryō, of a woman, that partially covers her face with a mask or other item and carries some sort of sharp object.

"The Prince" is based on the titular character of the The Happy Prince.

Feathered Cloak is based on Freyja, a goddess associated with love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold, and seiðr (magic for seeing and influencing the future) from Norse Mythology.

The 3rd Essence of Season 17 is based on The Masque of the Red Death.

Man in Red is based on The Red Death.

Runaway is based on Prince Prospero.

The 1st Essence of Season 18 is based on The Marriage of Figaro.

Fury is based on both Count Almaviva (Philippe) and Countess Rosina (Christina).

"Susanna" is based on the character of the same name.

The 1st Essence of Season 20 is based on And Then There Were None.

The 2nd Essence of Season 20 takes place on The Crystal Palace on a fictional setting.

Lockheart is shown to be a fictional daughter of the in real life historical figure Joseph Paxton an English gardener, architect, engineer and Member of Parliament, best known for designing the Crystal Palace.

The 1st Essence of Season 21 is based on Bacchanalia, an unofficial, privately funded popular Roman festivals of Bacchus, based on various ecstatic elements of the Greek Dionysia.

Spring Heated Wine is based on Dionysus, the god of the grape-harvest, wine making, orchards and fruit, vegetation, fertility, insanity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, festivity, and theatre and a Member of the Twelve Olympians from Greek Mythology.

Bai Ze is based on Bai Ze itself, a mystical Chinese beast connected with spirits.

The 3rd Essence of Season 22 is based on insects and also the seven virtues.

Winter Cicada represents Humility.

Frozen Butterfly represents Chastity.

Ant represents Charity.

Scorpion represents Kindness.

Mayfly represents Diligence.

Centipede represents Temperance.

Worker Bee represents Patience.

Boudoir Dream is based on Child Jane Hudson from What Ever Happened to Baby Jane which is a film adaptation of a novel of the same name, portrayed by the child actress Julie Allred

Iron Lady is based on Harriet Craig from the film of the same name which is a film adaptation of Craig's Wife, portrayed by the actress Joan Crawford.

Samara is based on Samarra from The Prodigal which is a film adaptation of Parable of the Prodigal Son, portrayed by the actress Lana Turner.

Rhythm of the Rain is based on Kathy Selden from Singin' in the Rain, portrayed by the actress Debbie Reynolds.

Recluse is based on Jef Costello from Le Samouraï, portrayed by the actor and filmmaker Alain Delon.

Hamlet is based on the titular character of the 1948 film which is the film adaptation of the play of the same name, portrayed by the actor and director Laurence Olivier.

Colonel Dax is based on the character of the same name from Paths of Glory which is a film adaptation of the novel of the same name, portrayed by the actor and filmmaker Kirk Douglas.

The Red Shoes is based on Victoria Page from The Red Shoes which is a film adaptation of a fairy tale of the same name, portrayed by the actress ballet dancer and actress Moira Shearer.

The Black Tulip is based on both Guillaume de Saint Preux and Julien de Saint Preux from The Black Tulip which is a film adaptation of the novel of the same name, both portrayed by the actor and filmmaker Alain Delon.

Just Around the Corner is based on Penny Hale from Just Around the Corner which is a film adaptation of Lucky Penny, portrayed by former child actress, singer, dancer, and diplomat and diplomat Shirley Temple.

Zouzou is based on the titular character of the 1934 film, portrayed by actress, French Resistance agent, and Civil Rights Activist Josephine Baker.

Ben-Hur is based on Judah Ben-Hur from Ben-Hur which is a film adaptation of Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ, portrayed by the actor and political activist Charlton Heston.

Dorothy is based on Dorothy Gale from The Wizard of Oz which is a film adaptation of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, portrayed by actress and singer Judy Garland.

Salome is based on the titular character from the movie of the same name, portrayed by actress, dancer, and producer Rita Hayworth.

Da Vinci is based on Leonardo da Vinci from The Life of Leonardo da Vinci which is a miniseries about the real life artist, portrayed by actor Philippe Leroy.

Svengali is based on the titular character of the 1931 film which is a film adaptation of Trilby, portrayed by the actor on radio, stage and radio John Barrymore.

Rashomon is based on the Samurai's wife from Rashomon which is a film adaptation of two Ryūnosuke Akutagawa novels "In a Grove" and "Rashōmon", portrayed by the actress Machiko Kyō.

Broken Blossoms are based on Cheng Huan from Broken Blossoms which is a film adaptation of The C**** and the Child, portrayed by the actor Richard Barthelmess.

Scarlet is based on Scarlett O'Hara from Gone with the Wind which is a film adaptation of the novel of the same name, portrayed by the actress Vivien Leigh.

Faust is based on the titular character of the 1927 film which is a film adaptation of the play of the same name, portrayed by the actor, director and singer Gösta Ekman.

Million Dollar Mermaid is based on Annette Kellerman from the film of the same name which is a biography about the real life swimmer, portrayed by swimmer and actress Esther Williams.

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Cards & Conversations (Werewolf!Alfie Solomons x Reader)

Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama

Pairing: Werewolf!Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: Mild swearing, difficult father-daughter relationship, emotional abuse, melancholy thoughts, allusion to past violence and death, scars

Summary: We lose things over the years. Family members, innocence, the perfect world you held for a single summer.

Your heart.

But sometimes the gods are gracious and re-entwine your fate with the person you thought you lost forever, vanished after a heated conversation you were shut out of. Carefully shut away in a gilded cage again with only a blank page and his old typewriter for company. However, the tarot cards your brother gave you know what happened ten years ago.

They know why the King has returned to Camden.

Author’s note: This wee piece has turned out heavier in plot than I thought, enough so for me to want to work this out into a proper multi-part story in the future because there is a lot to dissect here and it feels kinda rushed. To me, that is, maybe not to you. Ah dinnae ken.

Anyways, I kept the tarot reading a bit shallow if only because I am still a beginner/someone who does it as a hobby. 

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Support can come from the most unexpected corner, yet exceed your expectations in tenderness. 

A condolence card.

Flowers for your mother’s grave.

An arm around your shoulders throughout the funeral.

A hand to hold yours while navigating the chaotic and dangerous streets of London when finally having a chance to escape the mansion on the hill.

Fingers to keep yours, comically small compared to his, warm outside. 

In bookshops, only let go of during a cup of coffee or tea should it have a café.

An unnaturally warm body to snuggle up to whenever you feel cold.

Shoulders to be carried on during the odd trip down to Margate.

But those holidays during which my brother, Charlie, and I were kept out of business and separated from the rest of our family came to an end. About ten years ago, a long-standing peace pact was broken.

I can still recall the argument resounding from the drawing room. It’s funny how I thought shielding my ears would not have it touch me. Naive, really, innit?

“You crossed the line, Alfie.”

“You fuckin’ what?”

“You crossed the line.”

“The line?”

“She’s my daughter!”

But that wasn’t the real issue. No, there were two actual problems.

One, I’m Thomas Shelby’s and Grace Burgess’s daughter.

Two, according to my father, despite the similarities in hair and eye colour between us, I am the living embodiment of the only woman he’s ever loved. Don’t get me wrong, Lizzie is great and we get along well. Ruby, bless her spirited little heart, is as much of a sibling to me as Charlie is. 

But she isn’t Mum.

And Thomas wouldn’t let her memory be tainted by a connection to his greatest rival and ally, Alfie Solomons.

The King of Camden.

The alpha of the Camden Town Pack. 

The man who stole my heart ten years ago. 

That brings me to problem number three, hidden in the shadows and all too gladly forgotten. 

I was sixteen. He was thirty-six. 

At the time I didn’t know he had imprinted on me. Neither could I have guessed that there were such a thing as werewolves. The supernatural, in general. It was only when I started working in an odd little bakery run by an elderly woman I discovered how thin the veil between the realms are and what it means to have a certain heritage.

Aunt Polly is right.

We shake hands with devils and we walk past them. 

It’s a blessing to be a witch. But also to be a woman locked in a gilded cage, albeit, paradoxically, with a chance to have a life outside the family business. To have a talent for writing and being able to make a living out of it. To have fans curious about my stories, eager to read them and rejoice whenever they see me at signings and book events.

While I’m glad for what the gods have gifted me, to be a modern filid and possess a sixth sense, I might owe them for the rest of my life.

Because only last month they gave me back my heart.

Drunk, his hair and beard out of control, an ugly deep scar over his left eye leaving it blind, and soaked by the rain, he was there.

Alfie.

On my doorstep.

“So you’re the new witch in town, eh? Set up shop in me borough. Me kingdom,” he drawled. However, the way he leant in the doorway with haunted blue eyes ruined the mock indignation at once. A careful though gentle smile spread on his lips as he took me in. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, you’re even prettier than I remember.”

He leaned in, almost toppling over with unsteady feet. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t save us.” I am still uncertain whether he was heavily sniffling or it was a sob he tried to conceal. ‘‘This godforsaken soul couldn’t save you.’’

Thomas walked in at that moment, acknowledging our surprise guest in a cool voice. “Alfie.”

The prodigal alpha of Camden clumsily righted himself, glaring at the tyrant of the Westminster townhouse. “Tommy, good to see you. ‘Ow’s business?”

“Never been better.” Thomas shifted his attention to me. “Y/N, go upstairs. Mister Solomons and I have to talk.”

“I’m not-’’ I began, looking over my shoulder.

“Go upstairs!”

“Don’t yell at her!” Alfie roared before turning to me with a softer voice. “Go upstairs, right? It’s okay. We’ll talk tomorrow… if me head can remember.”

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my breathing even. As per usual, I managed. Still, I could feel myself hanging on by a thread, ragged around my throat.

Always pushed into the corner one way or the other.

Always me.

Why does it always have to be me?

Locked away in loneliness.

Shut away in a prison more cruel than The Tower. Left to my own devices and thoughts dedicated to the shadows, the dark corners of my mind.

Upstairs, Charlie walked out of his room, pale and concern etched on his face. He’s only too aware of how Thomas regards me and to this day makes sure I get treated as fairly as possible. “What’s happening? Why was he yelling at you?”

“The King has returned,” I mumbled, quickly brushing past him since I my pride refused me to let him see the tears brimming on my lashes. Footsteps as loud as a ghost’s, I slipped into my room and closed the door as softly as I could behind me.

The war inside was no one’s business, only for me to fight.

Another night of spilling the blood of its casualties on the page, somewhere between the lines a remembrance for the girl who hoped to rise like a phoenix. Another silent funeral for my soul.

An author is, essentially, all the characters she has created and is yet to create. My stories are told by people that carry little bits of myself, carefully concealed behind a fictional mask. But that’s what gets us through the day, innit, the stories we tell ourselves.

I was already broken up into so many fragments that night that I don’t even know who it is staring back at me in the mirror. Who is the woman people cheer for at signings in bookshops? Who is the lonely girl wandering in every Waterstones in Birmingham and London, a family member always nearby? Who was the young heart that was shredded to pieces and only recently glued together by rum rather than whiskey?

It’s a question I ask myself again now, looking down with a wistful smile. 

A blank page. Empty. Adjustable. Without personality. Whatever you want it to be and can give life to from your inner world.

Outside, the sound of shuffling feet goes accompanied by groaning, curses, low grumbles, and the creaking of wood. Somewhere in the distance a fight breaks out between two men, their voices too dim to make out the topic nor arguments of their heated debate. 

Although it isn’t my writing room with a desk by the window, this London hideout has become my personal bubble too. Alfie offered me to use his office whenever I want to, regardless of him being at work or not. Nonetheless, as during those holidays in Margate, he still prefers me to work on my books in his company on his rare day off. After all, despite the fact I’m, in his words, “off the fucking menu”, he trusts no one in his pack to not try their luck with me.

What a story that would be. A werewolf lower in rank trying to shack a Shelby witch, breaking the alpha’s rule. The alpha would go ballistic and a fight would break out.

Blood would flow.

The end is someone's death.

Fortunately, the rozzers in this part of town are in Alfie’s pocket because I don’t know how I’d save him from a charge for murder without my family’s help. Even then it’s highly unlikely he’d get away with it since no one wants him to live as desperately as I do.

“That ain’t writin’.” Alfie steps into the office, closing the door behind him. It falls into the lock with a soft click.

“No, indeed it isn’t.” I thumb the deck of cards in my hands. “Dad goes ballistic every time he catches me. If I don’t remind him of Mum, it’s this. Charlie’s different, though. He gave me these for my birthday and covers me as much as he can. He knows they’re important to me.”

“Funny, Tom going fucking angry at gyppo stuff.” He scoffs, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “His anger is un-fucking-justified. Yes, you look like your mum, but that ain’t your fault. Besides, you’re… never mind. You don’t need to hear that.”

Maybe not right now, but still… one day I want you to say it again.

If only to hear I’m a beautiful person to someone.

To him.

I cock an eyebrow and scrunch my nose. For both our sakes, I ignore the unfinished remark. “Westminster changed him. We’re no longer gipsies. Looks like we’re fucking above that.”

“Not you, though,” Alfie says, a silent hint for me to continue in his soft-spoken voice.

I sigh. “Not me. I’d rather be a witch and honour my roots than become a toff settled in a mansion.”

“Got the itch to travel, eh?”

“Always. I remember what you promised me.” Throat constricted with solemn nostalgia, I swallow and fail to muster even a sliver of a smile. “But then again, I was just a girl back then. Stupid I believed you.”

Alfie opens and closes his mouth, but settles for a groan. He leans in and places a big warm palm over my fumbling fingers. A crown to protect the queen’s hand. “The road is open. I couldn’t take you then, right, I’m very well aware of that, but we can still go.”

“Despite who I am?”

“You’re not a fucking Shelby. Freedom is a ‘uman right, but not every ‘uman gets to enjoy it. I wanna open the cage, see where the little bird goes.”

And will the wolf follow? Or will he get someone else to free him from the Tower?

I bite my lip, gaze averted to our hands. 

Alfie clears his throat and leans back. The rings on his fingers shimmer in the artificial light when he lets his entwined fingers rest on his stomach. “Self-taught?”

“Polly taught me. Well, the basics. I developed my skills further myself.” I tilt my head, our eyes locked while an idea pops into my head. “I’m no expert, but… can I do a reading on you?”

He silently gestures at his desk, giving permission.

“I’ll do a simple spread. Three cards. Past. Present. Future.”

Hopefully, the cards will reveal what you and Thomas swept under the carpet.

I shuffle the deck, focusing on the question of what happened a decade ago. If there’s anything I want and need to know about the pack leader’s history, it’s this small piece we have in common. 

The crossroads between our stories.

I draw the first card, presenting the past. 

Ten of Swords.

The second card, the present. 

Six of Cups.

The third and final card, the future. 

The Chariot.

My stomach drops at the sight of the wolf pierced by swords. “Something failed, a defeat that led to some sort of collapse. But it wasn’t a part of your business that failed, was it?” 

I furrow my brow, pondering what could have happened. However, not a second has passed before I flinch and a vision flashes behind my eyes. 

Growling. Blood. Organs. Alfie clenching his fists and holding his head while his skin ripples. Empty and broken bottles of rum. The nauseating noise of bones cracking resonates in my ears while skin replaces fur and vice versa in quick succession. 

“It was a collapse of self. You took to the bottle, more and more, to drawn out the feeling of having failed. Changed more often until…” my breath hitches and I snap my head up to meet his gaze, still panting lightly. His expression is stoic, his sentiments concealed. “You went feral.”

So that’s why Camden was quiet, but Ollie was always tense. Poor sod, being left in command without warning.

I compose myself as best as possible and continue. “The present, Six of Cups. This world is still strange to you, but slowly you’re getting familiar with it again. How… how much do you remember?”

“Only you. Me fuckin’ noggin’ is a mess, one black hole.’’ Tenderness illuminates his eyes, warming the blue sea and icy lake in them. ‘‘But I, I swear, right, I’ve never forgotten you. You were there, even in the midst of the worst frenzy.”

I shake my head, desperate to stop him before we go down a familiar road. Before I start hoping for an ideal. “Don’t tell me you came back because of me.”

“You, yeah, you told me you wondered whether or not I’d come back. So,’’ he spreads his hands for a moment and then puts them down again, ‘‘ere I am.”

I mean, you’re not wrong. I did say that, but that was last month.

When I slipped out of my room just to get a glimpse of him before going to bed, feeling like a little kid again, rebellious enough to defy the rules. I ended up sitting at his bed for longer than I intended. To be honest, I had to kick myself out of the guestroom lest I ended up sleeping next to him, which would have worsened the already precarious situation with Thomas.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Drunk, yes. But not asleep. I forced myself to stay awake, to enjoy every second of your company.” He bites his lip, failing to sound any less direct. “Not a moment went by I didn’t want to go ‘ome. But I ‘ad no one to guide me there.”

“Your guide didn’t know where to look. Lost herself in a terrible dark forest,” I murmur. “Must be strange, though, being back after so many years. Camden has changed.”

“It ‘as, but I still remember the way around me kingdom. Seems even the new faces know who sits on the throne.” He looks down at his hands and rest of his body. “Odd, innit, clothes and what we use them for? Feels unnatural, not like what Yahweh had planned for us to be wearin’ when ‘e made us. Didn’t want to give you a fright, though. Lots of new scars that ‘aven’t ‘ealed yet or barely. Yeah… would only stress you out. I do apologise for me manners, though, the way I ate that sandwich. One eats differently... out there. Besides, being blind on one side ‘as its complications.”

“You were a messy eater even before you left.” I can’t suppress a smile at a particular memory. “I always had to help you wipe crumbs from your beard whenever we went out to lunch. D’you remember that?”

“Can’t say it sounds strange to me ears.” His brow furrows and he flinches, fingertips pressed to his temple. Between shallow breaths sounds a note of delighted relief. “I think such a memory just returned.”

“You’ll get there.”

It’s better to remember something rather than nothing at all.

“Doc told me the best way to sort out the fuckin’ mess up there is to visit the places I’ve been. Said it could form a trigger.”

I shift in my seat. Regardless of being an adult, Thomas still likes to keep a close eye on me. And if it isn’t him, he’ll send another watchdog. Knowing him, it’s highly likely he’ll send for Michael, who has pretty much figured me out over the years. That’s what you get when you spend too many Christmases at Polly’s. “I’ll have to find a way out of the cage to meet you.”

“I 'ave a key.”

“You do?”

Ignoring my question, Alfie nods at the three cards on the desk. “Last card. What does it mean?”

Blinking in surprise at the swift change in topic, I clear my throat and return my focus to the reading. “The Chariot. You’ll gain discipline and self control. You found a way to quell the rage inside or, rather, subdue the Wolf.”

“Guess the Brazilian Jiu Jitsu is paying off,” he chuckles.

“I thought you did boxing?”

“I did that before, you know, the whole leaving and feral thin’. Currently doin’ that.”

“It sounds less violent.”

“It is.”

“No cage fights?”

He shakes his head, a few strands of grey highlighted by the light. “No, love, no more cage fights. I can’t right remember, but I stopped participatin’ in those a long time ago. ‘Ell, I don’t even know anymore what they were like.”

“You were fearsome,” I say, hoping to spark a sliver of a memory which won’t contain the events that ended with fatal accidents. “Nothing could stop you in the ring.”

“What calmed me down?”

“A bath and a cup of tea.”

“Right after the fight, I mean.”

“They’d sent for me lest…”

“Lest what?” I avoid his gaze, which is clearly not appreciated. “Lest what, love?” he repeats, tone harsher and sharper.

I press my lips together, breathing in deeply. “Lest the wolf took completely over. The day it happened for the, fuck, I don’t even know how many times it had been. Four? Five? It might have been ten when I finally got through to you. And on that night, I made you promise to stop fighting.”

“Did I? Stop fightin’, I mean?”

I glance around the room, lost for how to answer. “I don’t know. You were proud of being a wolf, hell, the fucking alpha of Camden Town. It was the one thing you didn’t want to give up. Fighting was in your nature and I fear that it’s a part you wouldn’t give up. Not even for me.”

“I ‘ave now, yeah, I ‘ave now. No more fightin’, Y/N. I swear so on everything between this world and the next, every bloody grave I can think of.”

“Perhaps that abstinence from violence is where your success lies.”

Maybe temperance forms the key to self-control when it comes to us. Maybe we were poison to each other before, but what if we keep an eye on the dosage?

What if we can find our way back?

The door opens. Ollie remains in the doorway, expression pale. “Boss, Randy and Pete are nigh on having a shiv dance.”

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Alfie grumbles as he rises to his feet. “I’ll be there in a minute. Go on, off you fuck.”

“Yes, boss.” The second-in-command curtly nods at me, smiling politely. “Y/N, sorry for the intrusion.”

“It’s alright, Ollie. Thank you.”

“‘Ow about you stay ‘ere, hm?” Alfie proposes after his subordinate has closed the door. 

“How’d you mean? I don’t want to inconvenience-’’

“You’re not. And I don’t mean ‘ere as in this shithole of a basement with all these numpties. What I mean, right, is ‘ow about you stay ‘ere, at my side? Plus, I’ll be ‘onest, and you know I only am with you, it’s part of me plan to prove you’re not nor ‘ave ever been a Shelby.”

“Enlighten me,” I say to humour him yet harbouring no expectations for this to be anything more than a joke. ‘‘Tell me about this big plan of yours.’’

“A change of name.” Lost in thought, he strokes his beard. “Yeah… that oughta do it. Y/N Solomons has a nice ring to it, don’t it?”

Jaw clenched, I put the cards down to cross my arms. “Alfie, this isn’t funny.”

“I’m not being funny, Mrs Solomons. C’mon, stand up.” He walks around the desk and pulls me to my feet, his calloused palms warm against my skin. A strong whiff of oud wood and vanilla hits my nose when he leans in to rest his forehead against mine. “This old selfish chap means it. Marry me, eh?”

I run my fingers through his bushy whiskers, an old habit I can’t seem to quit. Sooner or later, this will turn out to be him pulling my leg. The words leaving my mouth are sceptic too, slow and hesitant as they roll off my tongue. “Are you mental?” 

“Perhaps, but I want to set you free. Show Tom he has a wonderful woman of a daughter who deserves the world, right, a world I want to try and give ‘er.” He removes one of his rings and the silver chain around his neck, making a necklace out of the pieces of jewellery. Then he reaches back to put it on me. The silver is lukewarm against my chest, having retained some of his natural heat. “I don’t need an answer right now. You don’t even need to love me in return. I simply wish to keep you safe, that which I couldn’t do the first time. But this time, yeah, this time I will. Swear so on every holy book in this whole damned world. ‘Sides, I had to pop the question at least once while I’m still ‘ere. While I still remember.”

My breath tapers, the butterflies violently trying to break out yet all congesting in my throat. Stuck in a net of fear. “I want to find our way back, I do. But marriage seems too big of a step to take.”

“You know me better than anyone else, love. Take your time to think about it, eh.’’ He lovingly strokes my cheek, softly purring. ‘‘I’ll wait. ‘Owever, if you reject my offer, at least use the name to be free. I’ll find you a place to stay either ‘ere in Camden or in Margate. A nice big apartment or an entire ‘ouse, whatever you fancy. Wherever you fancy, actually. So if you wanna go to, let’s say, France and mingle with fuckin’ baguettes, I’ll make it ‘appen.”

“Alfie…”

Before I can begin to protest, he shushes me by pressing his lips on mine. They’re still as soft and plush as I remember, tender yet full of restrained passion. Needing more of this, us, but sharing the hesitancy of chasing the ideal world we lived in for a single summer. 

After a moment he breaks away and kisses the tip of my nose. “I need to get back to work. Make sure these floors stay clean and those runts get a reminder of the bloody rules. Stay for as long as you like.”

I watch him leave the office, grown a little colder.

And aside from the dim shouting, growls, and Alfie putting the other wolves in place, there’s nothing.

Nothing except a racing, conflicted heart and an all too familiar companion.

Silence.

[zazzander]

12 Grimmauld Place Headcanons

Okay, okay - so - on the Wiki it says that Grimmauld Place is in Islington. However, it's almost guaranteed that this is not the borough the Noble & Most Ancient House of Black would live. For one, the area was historially occupied by wealthy merchants, artisans and farmers not aristocrats. In the 1970s, the place was very run-down and generally working class (though it was undergoing gentrification).

I found this blog which was super useful. They give three possible local stations from which Grimmauld Place would be in short walking distance: Goodge St, Camden Town or Caledonian Road.

While the other locations are probably fine, the Goodge St option is the most intriguing. It would place the house relatively close to the Ministry & the Leaky Cauldron. It's also not that far from Soho, which was a bit of a crazy place in the 70s (according to my googling), and definitely somewhere a young Sirius might have headed out as a rebellious 15 year old (probably where he picked up all those posters in his room).

So I found a square that was built in the Georgian era for aristocratic families called Fitzroy Square in the area. And while Grimmauld Place is obviously a street rather than on a square, I think the vibes are similar.

Fitzroy Square is close to a different station but Grimmauld Place is a fictional street - so I'd say it's a similar in vibe location, just down towards Goodge St Station.

Basically, in my head, Grimmauld Place is somewhere in Fitzrovia. An area of London that wasn't necessary "swinging" in the 1990s (as far as my googling tells me) but would have been perfectly adequate for the Black family in the 1970s.

Any of the above stations are in the old St Pancras Borough area, if I'm reading my maps right, and that's super interesting because it connects to another headcanon of mine about the house.

From the 19th century onwards, the parish and borough of St Pancras was home to a large, mostly middle-class, German population.

Irma Crabbe (Walburga's mother) was the original owner of Grimmauld Place. She inherited it because she was the Firstborn (gender irrelevant). Then Walburga inherited it when her mother died, because she was also the Firstborn. And then when she died, it went to Sirius - despite his disownment, since the house was seperate from the main branch's estates.

Anyway, Irma Crabbe was a German witch from a very prominent family. They were allies of the House of Black and would have used Grimmauld Place for as a house to live in while in England. It would also give them easy access to important locations such as Diagon Alley and the Ministry of Magic.

A large German population would have been a big plus in their books, as they likely didn't purchase No. 12 until the middle of the 19th century (considering the house has gas lamps for lighting, which became fashionable around that time) or later.

The house is also the reason why Walburga and Orion were married to each other; since she came with a large, centrally located house as part of her dowry. Having that estate come into the main family would be very beneficial for the family (the House of Black tends not to marry each other, according to their family tree. The match was very unusual and there must have been some kind of motive).

P.S. the reason why I call Irma a German witch is because of her name "Irma" and because Crabbe does not appear of the Sacred 28 list - so the family likely moved to England after the list was published. Crabbe is an Germanic sounding surname. Plus, her firstborn daughter is named Walburga which is a very Germanic sounding name.

[sigerson]

Would you like to talk about Andrew Wyeth paintings? What do you think of them?

Hi! So, first of all, thank you for asking. It's always great to talk about Wyeth's works, especially in light of Remus and Sirius's relationship (I'm interested in his paintings essentially because of them). Basically, Wyeth's paintings are particularly fascinating to me for their portrayal of the haunted world imbricated in the most domestic and familiar places.

Wyeth's works don't have an eminently objective way of representing an urban or natural scene. His landscapes are always subjective manifestations that incorporate sensitive and abstract elements of American culture. The paintings include not only concretely visible phenomena but also those of an imaginary order that concern the forms of thinking and experiencing space (see Evening at Kuerners, No Trespassing, and Witching Hour). In fact, if you're digging for an example, his works remind me a lot of antique cartography, which was not an art that only showed real locations; it also included imaginary or allegoric elements.

This idea brings to my mind the haunted houses and places that we experience in Remus and Sirius' world, from the Marauder's Map to the Shrieking Shack and the cave Padfoot lives in, besides the spaces created exclusively by the readers like Lupin's strange and isolated house in Wales or Sirius' apartment decorated with his family paraphernalia from the wizarding world (while being simultaneously located in Camden Town). As if we participated in Wyeth's paintings, we created the magical world based on this contrasting game between the orderly and sober nature and the wild woods and houses. We joined in the game by including bizarre objects in the narrative and also by hybridizing their human and animal forms (is Remus the wolf exclusively during the full moon?).

Places such as caves, shacks, houses and forests are elements in both Wyeth's painting and the wizarding world that aim to represent this feeling of protection so desired by men and animals; to represent places that can combat hostilities from the outside world. I see in both these media a kind of search for shelter, for a safe place, a location that reflects the will of the human being to return to inhabit a home in which he found himself protected. However, at the same time, these spaces are tied to a landscape that seems suspended somehow, or perhaps holding a malaise or a threat (see Open and Closed, Renfield, and The Mill). A figuration of terror and a sense of the unfamiliar reside in these places, belonging to a penumbral, ominous world where houses don't have adequately illuminated windows, for example.

The Shrieking Shack is precisely that: a place of boundaries, borders, and unexpected events. A place where Sirius, acknowledged as a monster and an omen of death (no less), becomes a human being, and Remus, inversely, the morally responsible professor with good manners, transforms into the said monster.

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

hello hi what fic ideas for cam/angie/willow?? 👀👀👀 i love them so much, inquiring minds would like to know

Eeeek hello bonjour hiii I’d love to share some of the ideas hehe

Basically in academia au, my idea is that they’re dating, but no one ever really suspects it. Like their entire floor is so caught up in their own drama that no one ever noticed it really. And then I just wanted a one shot where we basically just follow them in a day in their life. Just domestic fluff and cozy vibes, maybe Camden and Angie model for one of Willows project. But I have so many ideas for that AU I don’t know where I’d even put that in the timeline right now haha

So this one is basically a modern witch AU. Thanks to a small incident in their town, Angeria, Camden and Willow have to hide in the woods for a while as to not get found out. They all have very different ways of practicing magic and at first they don’t get along at all, but living in such a small place they are forced to work together and protect each other.

[wandawiccan60]

Part 18: The Witch of Camden Town

Alfie Solomon's X Jovonka(FemOC)

A/N: Hello everyone and I am once again back with another new chapter that's right it's part 18 of my Alfie story. I somewhat had a hard time again in were to end this chapter ending but I am happy to announce that it was an accomplishment but a very devastating one for the most part. I really hope in the end it makes you guys feel a bit of some hope and want to see what will happen next. And yes I got very excited to include another character that I am proud to finally introduce to this series. As always guys thank you for reading and growing with me on this journey. Please as always comment, like, and reblog, it'll mean a lot for the page and I appreciate you all for the much love you have sent. And as always everyone please Enjoy!!!. I'll catch you guys again in the next post. See Ya!!!

ALFIE SOLMON'S MASTERLIST

Word Count: 4,374

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Graphic Blood, Death of a Character(or maybe not???), Torture, and Some Cussing

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Camden Town

 “You were goin’ to hurt and rape her, Sabini. I did what I had to do. All because you were being a fuckin’ stupid drunk who likes to hurt innocent girls,” Alfie said, giving a serious glare back at his “friend” which Sabini found the insult unacceptable.

“Hehe, you know what I find more hilarious Solomon’s,” the Italian said, still pointing his gun, wanting to blow his face, but he held back. “All this time that we have been talking. I sent a few of my men to go catch a familiar little runaway that you know of. Don’t you worry, though I told my men to keep her clean and unharmed. How about you say hello to her right now, yea?”

“What are you talkin’ about Sabini,” Alfie said, fearing the worst was yet to come.

The Italian gangster didn’t answer him as he snapped his fingers toward Bob, making his way out of the office. A moment later, Bob came back. Alfie’s heart dropped on the floor once he saw the love of his life. Along with Isabel, Edna, and one other woman he didn’t recognize coming inside his brown-lit office. 

“Alfie,” Jovonka said in a frightened voice as the man behind her holding onto her arms, setting her on her knees. 

“You fuckin’ bastard! Let her go!” yelled out Alfie as he tried to reach for Sabini, but two henchmen restrained him down on his chair, as he breathed heavily through his nostrils.

“No! Now you will sit the fuck down like a good boy and watch as your sweet witch bitch gets what she deserves,” Sabini yelled back, still pointing his pistol in Alfie’s direction.

The scum Italian then stood on his feet, facing away from his fellow mate, looking at the girls in front of him.

“Before we get any further, you ladies must wonder how I knew you were in, Margate. Well, as a matter of speaking, I had a little help from someone you might know of. 

Jovonka looked away, trying to not make eye contact with the man, and instead looked at Alfie. Her eyes showed him how scared she is feeling and thinking that things could get terrible. The Italian gangster knelt in front of her face. Jovonka only ignored him as best as she could. 

“It’s vulgar of you to not look me in the eye, my dear. Especially now that I know you were the little shit who cast that spell on me. Just so you can protect your savior who put me in the fucking hospital for weeks, even months,” Sabini’s voice erupted, making her and the rest of the girls jump in fright.

Jovonka finally locked eyes with her captor. She has grown to hate and fear. Giving him a serious death stare, wishing she could just end his life on the spot.

“It hurt, didn’t it? To be useless for quite some time all because of your own drunkness and pathetic attempt to have your way with me,” said Jovonka in a confident reply, a small smile appeared in the corner of her mouth.

Sabini’s face turned into annoyance and anger as, in a swift gesture, slapped Jovonka across the face with the back of his left hand. Both Alfie and Isabel reacted to this as they both wanted to strangle and murder Sabini for laying a hand on her. 

“You’re goin’ to fuckin’ pay for that, you piece of shit I swear to fuckin’ God!” Alfie threateningly yelled out, trying his best to struggle out of the two men restraining him back. 

Jovonka let out a small groan under her breath as a faint red mark showed up on the side of her face. Sabini wrapped a hard hand around her neck, letting out a gasp for air. 

“You think that was funny, eh? Well, you won’t be smiling after what I will do to you next now, will ya? Victor, my boy, would you be so kind as to hold her face down for me?” Sabini said, gesturing a finger for the man to come forward.

“No, No! Leave her alone you fuckin’ bastard! Do it to me and not her!” Alfie yelled out to the Italian mobster, ignoring his proposal as Victor now held her face out, exposing her right cheek.

Isabel looked on with horror as she tried her best to get out of the henchman’s restraints. But it was no use. Sabini then took out a sharp blade from behind his belt glistening under the semi-lit office. Ready to plunge the sharp object into the girl that got away.

“You cold-hearted wretch, punish me, not my sister,” said Isabel, giving a death stare at Sabini and making an ugly smile at her. 

“You two are pathetic to want to take this thing right here, yea, in your fucking places, then her. But you’re all forgetting that every one of you had a part in all of this. So everyone should shut the hell up and stay quiet yea?!” Said Sabini pointing the blade towards the older sister and seeing a small tear streaming on the side of her right eye as he continued his speech “And you all must be wondering who knew you were in Margate. Well, then I had to take him by force if you all could recall a certain restaurant where he used to work. However, I had to encourage him to give in and tell me what I needed. But don’t fear, he is quite fine. Henry let him in.”

Once he called out to his henchman, the door of Alfie’s office opened, revealing young Novel all bruised. Jovonka’s and Isabel’s eyes grew in shock seeing the young boy alive but heavily damaged from his face. 

“Novel… tell me this is not true?” Isabel questioned him. The young boy only lowered his head, feeling ashamed for putting everyone he loved and cared about in this whole situation.

“Isabel… for-forgive me I… I had no other choice,” said Novel with tears in his eyes as he looked up at Isabel and towards Jovonka. 

“Ah ah boy, you’re not telling the entire truth. Young Novel here agreed to tell me about you two. Just so he could get rid of Alfie and win back the heart of the Dancing Witch and have her as his own. That’s how easily we came to you two. Isn’t that so, my dear boy?” Sabini said, placing a hand on his right shoulder, enjoying this whole encounter. 

Jovonka couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Seeing her best friend whom she loved and cared about would do such a thing. Just because she fell in love with Alfie and not with him, it still wasn’t right for him to give away their hideout. 

“How could you Novel have you’ve never thought about for a moment how much Alfie has done for us? Just because I didn’t give you my heart, it didn’t mean I never stop thinking about you. But you went ahead and everything away,” Jovonka said, infuriating her tears forming in her eyes, not believing how Novel would betray her, Isabel, Elena, and Alfie. 

Novel only stood there with no other words to say, directing his gaze to Alfie, both of them giving each other death stares. Sabini found this entire ordeal enjoyable, seeing everyone going at each other’s throats. 

“Now then, where was I before you came in? Oh, that’s right, you little rat,” said the Italian leader, pointing the sharp object in her direction. "You will not forget this little reminder of when you fuck around with someone like me.”

“Wait, Sabini, you said you were going to let us all go fre-.”

“SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! You thought I would let you all go away that easily? Well, you are wrong now do me a favor and shut your damn mouth,” said Sabini pointing a sharp finger at the young boy while nodding his head towards Henry and another henchman of his to restrain the boy down on a wooden chair. 

“NO! You fucking devil you promised!” the boy yelled, but Sabini just ignored him as he looked back at Jovonka, already eager to give her the punishment she deserved.

He then grabbed Jovonka by the neck. Victor held out her left cheek for Sabini to see. Alfie struggled once more, wanting to jump across from his desk to murder Sabini, but the two men had him in place. She felt the tip of the blade against her skin. She trembled like a leaf, expecting the worst was yet to come.

“Let’s get this pretty little face a new look, eh?” Said Sabini with an evil grin on his face until suddenly everything went by slowly and painfully.

Puncturing the blade against her skin, Sabini slowly cut deep and slow across her cheek. A few drops of red blood oozed out slowly as he continued on. From behind him, he heard Alfie hissing out “No” in anger and cursing out at the Italian mobster. Jovonka tried her hardest to not let out any whimpers, but it was no use. She screamed in pain, feeling the sharp cut of the blade puncturing deep against her skin. Novel’s anger grew uncontrollably, wanting to end the monster’s life, but it was no use. Isabel and Edna looked on helplessly seeing the young girl getting cut so brutally. 

“You think it’s funny now, huh? You little fucking shit,” Sabini said as he went along, cutting her other cheek without stopping for a second.

“YOU FUCKIN’ WOP! You're goin’ to fuckin’ die for this, you hear me!?” Alfie threateningly yelled at his now used to “old friend” struggling to shove away from Darby’s henchmen but they still put him down.

Screaming more in pain, Jovonka felt the now bloody blade puncturing deeper into her other cheek, feeling her thick tears streaming down her eyes, wanting this nightmare to be over. Sabini felt satisfied with his work, leaning back and seeing the once beautiful face of the dancing witch now covered in her own blood. Alfie looked on with hot, raging flames in his eyes. Seeing the love of his life being tortured in front of him. He felt his tears streaming down his cheeks as Jovonka cried her eyes out. 

“Anyone else want to have a new fresh face just like hers? Hmm?,” he asked cold-heartedly, looking around the room and waiting, but nobody said anything, “that’s what I thought. Now you, my dearest friend, I have saved the best for last for you. Bring him forward, gentlemen.”

The men did what they were told, bringing forward Alfie by his arms. He then sat on his knees against the hard wooden floor beneath him. He focused his attention on Jovonka, seeing her sobbing, her face covered by her hands. Sabini blocked his view from her, looking up at the man he was now close to wanting to choke to him to death. 

“How does it feel Solomon’s? To feel weak and vulnerable beneath my feet, hmm? I never thought that my most loyal and close friend would protect such people, especially your little bitch you fell in love with. Pathetic is what I think,” said Sabini shaking his head in disappointment, both men giving staring death stares as he continued on, “what did you even see in her? To get this far in hiding and protecting her away at your not-so-secret hideout anymore. Thinking I wouldn’t get my memories back for a long time, well, you have been wrong, my friend.” 

Alfie glaringly looked up at Sabini with fury in his eyes, saying nothing. From behind, Jovonka slowly sat up on her knees, seeing both hands now covered in her own blood. She reached in front of her dress, slowly taking out the small knife Alfie gave to her. Without a moment to lose, she stabbed Sabini’s left arm, letting out a loud groan. Before she could stab him another time, Victor harshly grabbed her by her hair, making her tumble down hard on the floor. Alfie reacted quickly, giving Sabini a hard punch to the face, but was held back by his arms once more. The Italian wailed in pain, seeing he had now a wounded arm and a bleeding nose. 

“YOU BLOODY FUCKERS!” He shrieked out placing a hand on top of his arm trying to hold some pressure on it.

Jovonka smirked at this as Alfie caught sight of her, which he also found amusing, feeling proud of his beloved.

That’s me feisty rebellious girl…

One of Sabini’s men helped their boss remove his coat from him, trying to be careful as much as they could. Once it was off the spot where Jovonka stabbed Darby was visible to see. 

“Not so sharp looking now, eh, Sabini?” Said Alfie between a chuckle. Jovonka gave off a small smile for what she did to the Italian devil.

Darby groans out in pain, deathly staring at Alfie and then toward the witch dancer. Having a mischievous smirk on her face finding the whole situation funny. He inhaled a sharp breath of air Henry then came to his aid gently applying a white bandage around Sabini’s arm. He shrugged him off completely away as he straightened himself, trying to look his best. 

“So this all seems like a joke to you both, eh? But all of you won’t have the last laugh once you’ll witness what will happen to you Solomon’s. And it will be quite the show. Novel, come forward,” said Sabini, gesturing his hand towards the young boy being released from the henchman. 

Novel slowly walked forward, his head hunched down, looking at the wooden ground. Until he was beside the Italian, awaiting what was yet to come. Jovonka’s face became uneasy while watching her friend standing in front of Alfie. 

“Do what you have to do boy I don’t care how knowing this is something personal for you. But this man yea is beneath your feet now. Be quick about it,” said Sabini, making his way toward Alfie’s chair behind his desk.

Novel said little until he made eye contact with the Jewish gangster, that’s when he knew what he wanted to do.

“You took us in and gave us everything we could ask for, but you took away what I really cared so much and loved. Jovonka shouldn’t have chosen you, but she went along to do so. But now I’ll make you feel that pain,” the young boy said while from behind Jovonka look on with fear, holding back a breath and trying to understand why was he doing this.

Victor handed the boy a steel crowbar while Sabini leaned back against the chair with a big devil grin on his face. Novel had the tool between his hands. His eyes locked once again toward Alfie. 

“Novel, why are you doing this?” Jovonka questioned her friend, but he didn’t listen to her while he tighten his grip on the crowbar.

Alfie locked his eyes on his beloved soulmate, seeing the fear and tears in her eyes. 

This is all wrong… this can’t be happening…

Jovonka tried to break away from the Sabini’s henchmen but she failed at every attempt. 

“Novel, stop, please. Have you gone mad? Please,” she cried out, feeling her burning cheeks as her tears streamed down her face.

Novel blocked her voice away as he stared down at the Jewish gangster, ready to strike down at the man that took every opportunity away from him. Without saying another word, he lifted the crowbar over his right shoulder, feeling like everything was going in slow motion. Novel hit the older man’s left side of his face, tumbling down hard on the floor. Jovonka cried out, seeing him unconscious, groaning out in pain as he tried to get up, but he couldn’t. The boy then hit once again, but from behind his back, Alfie let out another loud growl Novel hit slow hit after another, hearing some bones crack while Jovonka cried for her friend to stop his rampage.

“NOVEL STOP! You're going to kill him, please just stop,” she wailed out, but the boy was stopping for one bit.

The young lad stopped for a moment and heaved in and out for breath while a now injured Alfie layout on the floor. He mumbled some audible words that couldn’t hear clearly. His face tilted slowly in Jovonka’s direction. The left side of his face showed an ugly big red scar while his eye covered in blood.

“Jo-Jovon-ka…,” he mumbly said, his mouth dripping with his own blood and spit, slowly reaching a weak hand towards her.

Suddenly Novel hit his face with his foot, blood splattered onto the wooden floor. 

“I think he understands your message, my boy. I’ll take care of him from here now,” Sabini said slowly, sitting up on his feet, feeling the side of his arm burn but trying to ignore it.

Making his way around the desk, he walked his way beside Alfie, looking down at the helpless big gangster that people of Camden Town once feared. But now he lay injured, covered by his own blood, which brought a smile upon Sabini’s face. 

“Do you feel useless now, Solomon’s? Seeing yourself lying here in your own failure knowing thinking you can get away so easily,” he said menacingly placing one of his feet above his chest and letting out a small chuckle, “Don’t you worry my friend, I’ll take very good care of your little whore. After I make her suffer slowly with my bare hands, just like you went through.”

Alfie tried to say something until everything went black before his eyes. Sabini gave him another blow on Alfie’s face, knocking him out cold. His body lay lifeless as Jovonka let out a painful wail.

“NO. ALFIE!” she yelled out. Victor let her go free as she knelt down beside him, hugging him tightly around her arms and letting out more tears.

Alfie… oh my love… no, no…

“Alright then boys, let’s go. I have had enough of this place. Take them all away and dispose of the body. I don’t care how you do it, but get rid of his corpse, yea?” Sabini commanded his henchmen nodded their heads and said “yes sir” in unison.

They led away Isabel and Edna from the office room, struggling and screaming for them to let them go. Jovonka still held onto Alfie for dear life, not wanting to let go in a heartbeat. Sabini was not having it until he snapped his fingers at Victor, gesturing him to take her away. 

“Alfie, no, don’t leave me, please. I love you, my darling,” she whimpered until she felt a large hand grabbing her tightly by her hair as they escorted her out of the office, letting out wailing screams of pain. 

Outside of the dark chilly night, awaited 4 black vehicles awaited waiting for their boss to come. Edna, Isabel, and Jovonka were then aggressively shoved inside one car. Ollie was instead taken away towards the side of the rum distillery, frightened by what was going to be done to him. Two of Sabini’s men were now carrying out Alfie’s lifeless body as they put him inside the other black car. A loud gunshot was heard in the air, making the women yelp as the two henchmen reappeared from the side of the building. But Ollie was nowhere to be seen until Jovonka realized what they had done to the poor young secretary. 

Oh no…. not Ollie…

Before Sabini got inside the car, he then nodded his head to Henry and two other of his men. They obeyed their bosses’ gestures as they made their way inside the distillery once again. Isabel, Jovonka, and Edna sat inside the dark vehicle in silence. Shivers ran down Jovonka’s body, recollecting what she had witnessed with her own eyes. Seeing Alfie brutally getting hit and kicked in front of her presence. She felt like half of herself within Alfie was crushing ever so slowly. Seeing her entire world in her presence felt like dying leaves in autumn. Sabini lit another brown cigar between his mouth, letting out a long, smokey cloud. They escorted Novel to the first black car in front of the others, being put in the back of the car with his wrists. Suddenly, a cloud of dark smoke smelled in the air. As the two henchmen reappeared from the building as flames rose from inside the distillery. Jovonka looked on in shock, seeing what once been Alfie’s empire now fell down into ashes. The orange flames consumed every part of the building. Sabini then took another drag from his brown roll, mesmerized at the work he has created. 

“Alright then boys, let’s get out of here,” he then said as he got inside the back of the black car, feeling no remorse.

As all the vehicles followed one leader to the other, Jovonka looked back at Alfie’s distillery. Wondering where they were taking her, Isabel, and Edna too, as her heart pumped ever so uncontrollably. In the far distance, she saw one car driving in the opposite direction, where the lifeless body of Alfie was driven away from each other. Jovonka shed a bit more tears, feeling the soul of his loved one no longer close to hers and what was only left behind was emptiness and sadness.

Oh my Alfie… I can’t believe you are gone…

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The Next Morning 

The long boat was making its way through the quiet river path as the warm sunrise rose above the skies. It filled a good deal of endless storage brown boxes and other goods throughout the boat. But a very particular item in between the other stocks was making its way to a familiar place where no one even dared to step a foot. A little farther up on the river, heavy clinking of hammers was heard in the air. Working men here and there did their duties like any other normal day. Gray smoke rose in mid-air as the smell of steel and rust mixed with each other. 

“Charlie, we already packed the last few storages that came by boat, Are there still any more drivers that we should know of?” said one man his face filled with black stain marks on his face while he had his paperwork in his hands.

“No, that is all the stocks that we need for the moment, but we will be gettin’ more than soon as we get word again. You and your men should head on home. You all have done enough today,” said Charlie, taking a long drag from his white roll seeing at the piece of paper, seeing that everything looks clear.

“Charlie, Charlie,” called out another man with a dirty-looking black hat trying to catch his breath until a moment later he talked clearer, “You… you have to come and see this. You won’t believe what we found in this long boat.”

“What do you mean, Curly? Don’ start with sayin’ such nonsense. I have no time for this,” said Charlie, releasing an inaudible sigh.

“No, but you must, it’s somethin’ you won’ believe if you come see it yourself, man. Just come hurry,” said Curly back, gesturing a hand towards the other man to follow him.

Everyone made their way towards where Curly was directing them as they reached the bank of the river. There were a couple of men surrounding the boat. Charlie felt a bit confused to what was is all the fuss was about. Someone within the crowd came up to the trio with a light brown cap and a nice-looking suit.

“Charlie, you won’ believe wha’ we found in this boat. I couldn’ believe it meself either,” said the man in the cap with a thick Irish-like accent.

“What are you goin’ on about? Curly said the same thing and now you to Johnny Dog and yes, please show me what the hell you all want to show me,” Charlie said with a bit of frustration in his tone as he followed the man right behind.

As the other gentlemen made room for them to pass, Charlie saw what was everyone talking about. Inside the boat, there was a white sheet that looked to be in a shape of a human body with a few blood stains. Charlie, with a bit of bravery, step foot inside the boat, reaching a hand towards the peculiar item. He slowly unveiled the top of the sheet, revealing what looked to be a bearded man with half his face all beat up. While it showed a blood spot on top of his head, the man with a brown light cap recognized the man instantly. 

“By God, that is Alfie fuckin’ Solomon’s,” said Johnny Dog. His eyes grew wide with fright but yet confused at seeing the man from Camden Town be here, of all places.

There was a sudden wheezing sound coming out from Alfie’s mouth, freaking some men out as they took a step back. 

“Fuckin’ hell he still alive this man,” said Charlie, crouching down next to the Jewish gangster placing two fingers on the side of his stiff neck, feeling a faint pulse.

“Wha’ should we do with him?” Curly nervously asked, feeling unsure about helping a man that was clearly an enemy to them.

“Well, I know you lads will not like this as much. I don’ either. But we should take him straigh’ to Warwickshire,” said Johnny Dog, not liking where this whole situation was going.

“You mean… no you’re havin’ a laugh aren’t you Johnny?” Said Charlie looking up at the man hoping that he was not serious about what he was saying.

“No, I am not lads. But right now, let’s not waste any more time. We need to take him to the Arrow House. Come on, then hoist him up slowly,” said Johnny Dog, gesturing to some men to help them with Alfie.

I know Thomas is not goin’ to like this… not for one bit…

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[eyeslikewatercoolers]

I'm bored at home today, so here's the full list of the plots for all of the s14 AU's that I have. Also I just wanted these in a post that's easier to find for the future.

-Magic AU (Jasco with Pillby in the background)

Jasmine is a witch from the magic realm, who's considered a 'late bloomer'. Her magic abilities are very limited, and she starts feeling like an outsider with the other witches and magical beings. She decides to move to the human realm to start a new chapter. Everything is going well for her; she lives with her other witch friend Kerri and Kerri's girlfriend, Willow, and she gets a job at a small coffee shop. Until she gets closer to the coffee shop's manager, Bosco, and her magic abilities wake up and quickly become uncontrolable.

-Soulmates AU (Jasya with Camgeria and platonic Willsco)

Soulmates all have a connection, and they can feel pain in their soulmates. There are three levels of connection(which each become less common up the scale); 1-Physical pain, 2-Emotional Pain, and 3-Telepathy. Jasmine and Daya (and their friends) know their soulmates, but they refuse to acknowledge it since they absolutely despise each other, and often annoy each other with small injuries/ailments.

-Magical Girl AU (Camine with Willgeria and Dayasco background)

Camden has been fighting witches and protecting their city as a magical girl for over 10 years. She lost her long term partner to a witch recently, and can’t seem to get along with any other potential partner. Enter Jasmine, who’s brand new to being a magical girl, and barely passed her training and can’t seem to find a partner that's able to work well with her.

- Vampire AU (Jasyasco with Camgeria and Rosnali background)

Bosco and Daya were in a happy and healthy relationship with their girlfriend, Jasmine. But one evening, Jasmine suddenly doesn't return home for several days, and her dead body is found in a local river. The couple spends months grieving their loss and starts to feel ready to move on. Until Jasmine comes back, appearing to be alive and well, with no memory of her disappearance or the last several months. But Jasmine constantly feels cold to the touch, sensitive to the sunlight, and starts getting an insatiable craving for blood.

- Love Letter AU (Jasya, also potentially part of the wedding planner AU, if we get that far in the future

Daya and Jasmine absolutely hate each other, and everyone and their mother believes this, except for Jasmine. Jasmine has had a growing crush on Daya, but obviously can't admit her feelings. So she keeps up arguing and bickering with Daya and writes letters to express her feelings in some way, all addressed to Daya. She never intends to send the letters, she just writes the letters and keeps them hidden like a diary collection. While Jasmine goes out of town for a couple weeks, Daya accidentally finds some of the letters that Jasmine forgot to hide with the others.

Literally, nobody asked for this, but dash is dead today, so here's this au list.

[thecondemnedangelgabriel]

Of Course

Truth Scares All

Evil HAS been Ruling Things

The Drumming for Just Death of the Executioner Tregonning

Is a demand from this Living God who had Already Been Outlawed

Under a Denied Murderous Fatal Persecution

By Hidden Holocaust and Slaughterhouse AND the Towers of London

...for Asking After Roxanne for the Wellbeing of Roxanne O O

... for the Wellbeing of Children

... for the Wellbeing of ALL

... Criticising MURDEROUS Bad Behaviour in that London Circle

... in a Free Society on a Public Site with a Necessary V

It Became Unbelievable In Its Complicity and Collaborations

With Totality

Psychopathic Culture and the Black Hole V

This is the Good Apocalypse }{

Intervention!

V!

Holy Spirit and Past Life Recall O O O

Abuses of Power

As the River Flowed Backwards the Over Flower

O!

Roxanne and the Joyless Division of Hidden Holocaust Redlight O O

The Camden Slave and Victimised SOUL... in a Denied Life Unkarmic Continuum

And Trapped O

Sof

Made an Honest Outlaw by the Corrupt and Blind Police...

For being Hunted by the Damned Souls sent by Old God Luna

Should not Tell A Soul

For Good Order O O O In A Mad Upside Down World

O

The Drumming is a Demand in the Face of Evilest Denial of Atrocity

The Voices from Slaveries

The Downtrodden in Tyranny

The Reservoir

Of Erasure and Suppressions

V

For Wrongs to be Righted and the End of the DENIAL of Death...

A Western Hell's Mouth Syndrome That Informs the Persecution

Of This Honest Holy Woman Impossible O O O

Sainted White Witch from Aberystwyth now Mother Moon Goddess

O

For Life And Death To Be Just

And for the Karmic River to Flow

As it MUST

O

It came after Huge Holy Miracle

Which took place in the World Spiritual Between Souls O O

And in the World Geographical... on the Banks of the Taff

On Diana Street and in the Orangerie of Roath Park in Cardiff

By the Lake of the Swans...

O

Which took place on the Journey to see a Sacred Elephant

Skanda Vale and the Church of the Five Saints

Merlin's Town

To Represent Vera Void who Angels would give No Just Audience To

To ASK God

WHY so much Hell in the World

V

Wales O

V

It was Vast Real Powerful Miracle in 2016... the advent of Apple Gods

She had been Weeping In Urgent Horror On The Line

For the Inevitable Deaths that She Felt Rumbling On

The Underground

Roxanne had Hurt Himself SO MUCH that His Soul left His Body

And occupied His Closest Soulmate's Overnight... on Diana Street...

She had seen His Spirit in the Branches of an Orange Tree...

And Blessed It

Calling for the Sacred Mother... O O O Giant

To Vanquish Quacking Demons

And then to Climb... Most Urgently... A Hill in Wales

Ancient Site of Human Sacrifice in Skanda Vale

For Interview With God

In the form of an Elephant

A Man Called Peter from Swansea... Led Sara Upward

O!

V

Huge Miracle... Her Soul Knocked So Hard that She Entered The Land Of The Dead

And the Souls of the Spirits... Swarmed through the Thinned Veil

Threshold of Place and of Death and of Life

It was a few weeks later that Trump Gained Power... in America

O

The Miracle was denigrated and ignored... by Human Beings

Because of the Old Mocking Angels O V

Who instead came under Strong Influence... to bring Antichrist Risen

But it has already come to Greatest Flowering within only 8 Years

Across All Worlds

And Ended The Slaughterhouse

It Unfolds Unstoppably

The Innocenti Soul Sacrifice

V

It is the Blossoming

And the Bloom

Of God The Giant

V

O

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[evita-shelby]

Forbidden

Based on @justrainandcoffee post where tommy is married to Rose and Eva to Alfie

For both @justrainandcoffee and @emotionalcadaver

Cw: open marriage, cheating, illegitimate children, drama

Rose was born to love Alfie just as Eva was born to love Tommy, and yet the whims of a higher power have made Rose a Shelby and Eva a Solomons.

Rose married Tommy to escape Lawerence Evertt and Eva married Alfie to escape death by firing squad. Neither are happy despite their many attempts and until they happened to meet their true soulmates by chance and realized they were married to the wrong person.

Eva met Tommy when he came to meet her husband in 1922 while Rose had reconnected with her love in the same train station she was to meet her husband on in the winter of 1918.

There was a silent agreement in their marriages, you go your way, I will go mine.

If Diane Solomons had Tommy Shelby’s cheekbones and left blue eye or if Mrs. Shelby seemed to book all their reservations with Mrs. Solomons only for both women to exchange spouses every time, no one dared to speak it out loud.

They could divorce, but their reputations could not handle it. Not after both Rose and Tommy entered politics and Eva rose so high in society even the Queen feared the witch’s displeasure.

1923 turns to 1927 and until that night they believed they could weather it and keep their arrangements until their marriage ended with death. One cannot simply divorce a gangster, nor can a female politician weather the shitstorm that would come from marrying her best friend’s ex husband while said friend married the other point of the triangle.

It is at a party for Tommy’s reelection campaign that both couples realize they cannot wait anymore.

Eva steals away with Tommy the moment both could invent a reason to get away, and Rose decides her career isn’t worth this torment and runs out of there.

She knows Birmingham as good as she knows Camden Town and leads Alfie to a Night Market she’s been dying to show him.

“This is wrong.” She breathes as they kiss in a dark corner, still terrified of stepping into the light hand and hand.

“They don’t care, love, what do you think they are doing in that dressing room right now? Next year I’ll be holding a bris for his bastard and you and I pretending we’re just friends.” Alfie says bitterly thinking Rose will call it off again.

“No, I don’t mean that, Alfie. I mean us not being together. Why must we all be miserable when the four of us can be happy with the right person? Eva loves Tommy in ways I never will, and I love you in ways she cannot.

Tommy knows it, I know it. Parliament isn’t worth all our suffering, my love.” Rose threw her arms around his neck feeling happier than she had ever been. “What do you say, Alfie Solomons, are you willing to see me burn it all to the ground for you?”

[ao3feed-malira]

COMPLETE MESS | teen wolf

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by lanalovex

in which the sleepy town of beacon hills begins to reveal its true colors

Words: 9889, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Asher Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski, Parker Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Isaac Lahey's Father, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant (Teen Wolf), Theo Raeken, Aurora James, Griffin James, Cordelia Peirce, Hayden Romero, Malia Tate, Danny Mahealani, Bobby Finstock, Jackson Whittemore, Ethan (Teen Wolf), Aiden (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Jordan Parrish, Kate Argent, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Kira Yukimura, Rayna Dillon, Nessa Blake, Jade Thomas, Xavier Blake, Alan Deaton, Rayanne Deaton, Harper Blake, Adeline Blake

Relationships: Isaac Lahey/Original Female Character(s), Allison Argent/Original Female Character(s), Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Derek Hale/Original Male Character(s), Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey/Original Female Character, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken/Original Female Character(s), Sheriff Stilinski/Original Female Character(s), Malia Tate/Kira Yukimura

Additional Tags: Isaac Lahey & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Isaac Lahey Feels, Isaac Lahey and Liam Dunbar are siblings, Camden Lahey is Jordan Parrish, Stydia, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Derek Hale & Scott McCall are Both Alphas, Witches, Beacon Hills (Teen Wolf), Bisexual Female Character, Teen wolf fix it, Supernatural Elements, Hybrids, Werewolf Hunters, Were-Creatures, Werewolf Culture, Werewolf Mates, Malia Tate is a Hale, Malia Tate & Jackson Whittemore are Siblings, Bisexual Malia Tate

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