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The Witch of Camden Town

Part 21

ALFIE SOLOMON’S MASTERLIST

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A/N: Hii everyone and I am back with another chapter!!! I know I have been away for so, so, so long and it is good to be able to upload another new chapter to the story, I have been going back and forth in trying t get back to the story, basically I got a new job and I’m about to go back to school and I just hope I can be here more again but man its so hard and also I get very sidetracked as well. But I feel very happy to say that I have wrote a new chapter and I hope you all enjoy this new chapter. Again thank you all for who have been here since the beginning I really appreciate the follows, the likes, and also for all of you who want to continue reading this story. But again thank you all for sticking around and as always please enjoy.

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Mentions of Torture, Graphic Blood, Some Cussing, Mentions of Prostitution, Mentions of Malnutrition, Abuse, and some Devastations(Alfie wanting Jovonka back)

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Jovonka all curled up on top of the filthy bed in a fetal position crying for what felt like the thousandth time since her arrival at what she now discovered was a prison of a never ending hell. Her dried bloody wrists never have been once medicated by no one. Her hair that once was long and pure is gone and what's left of it only ends around her neck. But more gruesomely was her skin from her back marked by heavy red scars criss crossing from one way to the other. Reminding her of how many different men as well as Sabini would come to lash on her for their sick pleasures or more specifically whenever the Italian monster had to take some steam out he would take it out on Jovonka. There was nothing safe about this place it was only filled with torture, pain, the smell of death, and being used as a piece of meat for pleasure or a play thing. She hasn’t seen a single ray of sun for what she felt like in years. The only light she was provided with was an electric light above the basement and a couple of white candles to keep herself warm but it wasn’t enough. Food was served cold to Jovonka once the day was over with a small cup of water that had a bitter aftertaste. However that wasn’t the worst that she had to go through and there was a bigger problem than just her well being. Jovonka slowly placed a gentle hand above her stomach where a round visible bump was shown. She knew from the start Jovonka felt many changes throughout her body feeling the worst back pains of her life. Jovonka deeply wished for Alfie to be next to her and give the warmest hugs and comforting words telling her that she will be alright. But that will never be such an experience for her to witness. As for Sabini he became enraged and repulsed when noticing her stomach growing little by little. He would verbally and physically punish Jovonka for having an abomination inside of her. Obligating her to tell him what kind of man would let someone’s seed plant inside of her. Jovonka with all of her strength and taking in the agonizing pain never said a word to the Italian devil. She didn’t want him to know who the real father of the child was and it was only her and Isabel to only know..

“You. Once that thing inside of you is finally born you will get rid of and throw it into the streets. Do I make myself clear, you slut?”

Besides dealing with hundreds of beatings, whips, starvation, and so on she hasn’t seen her older sister or even Edna since the day they were taken into the brothel house. It worried her very much not wanting to imagine what horrid things they also are experiencing. The one person that really didn’t bother to come to see her or even Isabel for once was Novel. It turns out from what Sabini had told her he has joined the Italian gang and in exchange gave him his freedom and having whatever he desires. Jovonka didn’t want to believe in such a thing knowing Sabini could be a lying snake. But sadly it was all true devastated to know that her once loving and trustworthy friend would turn his back on her and everyone that cared for him. How could Novel betray them like this? All because he had so much anger towards Alfie which he did nothing but give the young boy and the girls a home and safety. But I guess it wasn’t enough for Novel to be thankful for. A clunking sound of the door was heard above the stairs knowing who it was already. But she didn’t expect to see someone she has been thinking about for so long. The sound of footsteps made their way down while Jovanka didn’t bother to see who it was. Then one of the men named Albert spoke up telling the unknown person that they had a limited time to talk with her.

“You have 5 minutes to speak with her and nothing more, now make it quick,” he commanded, giving Isabel a push which she just brushed it off.

While he made his way up the stairs again and hearing the door close shut, Jovonka slowly turned to look behind her. A relief spread throughout her face, happy to see a familiar face that she’s been waiting for so long until now.

“Is… Isabel is it… really you?” Jovonka said between pauses trying her best to hoist herself up with her right arm but was very weak.

“Darling, what have they done to you?” Isabel, in a shocking state, sat on her knees and helped her little sister to sit up while she went on, “here now don’t move too much or you’ll hurt yourself more. Oh Jovonka… that bastard will pay for all of this.”

Isabel hugged her tightly in her arms crying her eyes out while Jovonka with little motion in her face returned the gesture back. She felt her sister's chin resting on top of her head caressing Jovonka’s short hair gently. Wiping a bit of tears away she looked at her little sister softly grabbing her face with her hands seeing how hollow her eyes looked as if she was a living corpse.

“Isabel… I’m so happy to see you… I thought you were gone,” Jovonka said, resting her hands above Isabel’s arms.

“No, no I’m still here my dear sister, I’ve feared all this time that you’ve been long gone thinking if they took you away somewhere else or have sold you to the streets after that night we were separated. But I’ve never thought that he had you locked up down here and… torture you like this,” she said in a whimper looking all over her sisters cold exposed body covered in bruises dried blood everything.

But what first caught Isabel’s eyes was Jovonka’s round stomach knowing that there was a baby now growing inside. Fearing that her visions were true all along.

“I did as well sister… I thought they took you far away…thinking you were also sold off to someone. But thank heavens… you're here,” Jovonka said, giving off a small weak smile to her older sister making Isabel look up at her eyes

Jovonka noticed that her older sister's hair was different, all cut short like hers but more curly and fancy. Also seeing Isabel wearing a very satin clean dark green dress exposing her sharp shoulders. Seeing a bit of small purple bruises around her arms and chest knowing that she has been beaten abusively.

“Jovonka I don’t have much time left but what I'm really here for is that I have to tell you something. I’ve had a few visions these past months and it was all about you. I saw you carrying the child in your arms but you both were covered in blood. It worried me that it was a sign that you were both dead but after that the visions stopped. And that is why I demanded Sabini to see if you were alive. He refused at first thinking that I was doing something foolish and thinking I would try to hypnotize him. I had to know and… I had to make a deal with him.”

“What… Why did you do that sister?” Jovonka said not liking where this was going.

“I had no other choice,” Isabel said, letting out a small sigh wiping her tears away with both of her hands as she continued, “I came to an agreement with him that I would be bought off by anyone no matter what they want. And if I refuse to do the services then he… he would kill me. I had no other choice Jovonka I did it because I wanted to see you. And now I am here with you.”

Jovonka couldn’t believe what she had just heard coming out from her own flesh and blood.

This is all a dream… is it not?

“Isabel… n-no… how could you do this to yourself? Just so you can come and see me… and let strangers do…do horrendous things to you. Dear sister, I-.”

Suddenly the basement doors clunked open again indicating that Isabel’s time with Jovonka was up. Isabel felt her heart panic not wanting to leave her little sister just yet but she had no other choice.

“Jovonka darling, listen to me I will come back to see you again I promise you,” Isabel said cupping her sister's face with her hands but a sudden force fell on her.

Everything felt slow as the oldest sister shut her eyes closed seeing another strange vision. It wasn’t about Jovonka and the baby but of Alfie himself with peculiar men alongside him. While holding weapons as if they were about to go to war until the sound of a gunshot and several screams were heard as the vision came to an erupted stop. Isabel fully opened her eyes widely breathing in and out not noticing Albert standing behind her.

“Times up witch say your goodbyes now,” he said impatiently while Isabel didn’t hear him the first time.

Without saying nothing back and still stunned on what Isabel witnessed trying to understand what the vision meant.

“I said Times. Up!” Albert exclaimed violently, hoisting her up on her feet by her left arm trying her best to break away from the man’s grip.

“NO. Wait, Jovonka! Please, let me have a few more moments with my sister. Please,” pleadingly cried out Isabel looking back at her sister, seeing her weakingly trying to get on her feet but fell on her knees.

“I said 5 minutes. So now, GET GOING!” yelled out the guard tugging on Isabel’s hand leading her back upstairs.

“N...no, sister,” Jovonka tried to call out but her voice was low and weak.

Isabel looked back once more, her eyes forming with water seeing her little sister vulnerable and in such a terrible shape. Once she and Albert made it to the top of the stairs Isabel was shoved to the side while the guard closed the door behind them.

“Can’t you see how weak and sick she looks? Why hasn’t Sabini called a doctor, how dare you all,” yelled out Isabel as a long stream of tears rolled down on her cheeks letting a few wails out as she fell on her knees on the wooden floor.

Albert ignored the crying woman walking past by her, not having time to hear the woman’s sorrows. Other onlookers didn’t say anything while they saw Isabel cry, not bothering to go and comfort her. Though there was one within the crowd that came to her side.

“Isabel, oh my child,” said the old maid, Edna gently putting her hands on top of her shoulders trying to calm her down, “What happened to Jovonka? Is she alright?”

“She looks dreadful Edna, so terribly awful I tell you. She’s like a living corpse that hasn’t been fed for days, never has once been outside for months, no water or food… oh gods Edna. We have to get the hell out of this place, this can’t go any further especially that Jovonka has a child.

Edna’s eyes then grew in shock when she heard that Jovonka had a baby growing inside her stomach, not wanting to imagine the things that Sabini would do once the baby was born. Knowing full well that he wants to throw it away like it's not a living human being.

“Isabel, that’s… that can’t be, we have to get you girls out of here as quickly as possible before the baby arrives. Who knows what Sabini will do once Jovonka gives birth to the little baby, and I know for sure he wants the baby disposed of.”

“I know Edna, but I saw a new vision when I touched Jovonka’s face, and it wasn’t about her this time. It was Alfie… I think… he’s still alive but he is not alone as I saw him,” Isabel said looking at the old woman, her eyes red from all of the crying.

Edna gave a confused look at the young woman not understanding what Isabel was saying.

“My dear, what are you on about? But Alfie is gone, we saw him get killed in front of us but it’s impossible that he is still out there,” Edna said, trying to lower her voice not wanting any of Sabini’s men to hear their conversation.

Isabel slowly got on her feet while Edna looked around while Isabel walked her way down the small red hallways while Edna followed behind her making their way to a more private area. They passed through many rooms that were mostly occupied by both sex workers and male customers doing whatever they were doing behind closed doors. They then found one room not being used and Edna and Isabel made their way inside, closing the door gently being.

“Tell me more about Alfie and what else did you see in this new vision of yours?” Edna said, sitting down on the soft queen sized bed waiting for Isabel to continue on.

“It was all quick, but I did get a glimpse of his face, it was really him but he had company with him. Some group of men that were wearing elegant suits, with peaky caps, and weapons like they were going to the battlefields. And there were sudden screams and a gunshot that was heard and that’s where it stopped Edna… I think Alfie is coming to rescue us. I think this is what the vision is maybe telling us, but the question is when will that day come?”

Edna stayed quiet when this was all being said, sensing some faith that Alfie is alive and will be coming for them with some help from these new strangers. Not knowing if these will new Allie’s to Alfie and if they were trustworthy to him. Only time will tell and at the moment they have to wait and see what really they should be thinking of is Jovonka who they need to look after. Especially now that Edna knows that Jovonka’s child will at no time be born too soon or later.

“We have to speak with Sabini about your sister not being in good health and must be fed properly for both her and the baby’s well being. That bastard devil, how I would like to just place my hands around that abominable neck and choke him to death. He will pay for his sins Isabel knowing now that Mr. Solomon’s is out for not only us but for Sabini. Knowing what he has done to his beloved Jovonka, Sabini will face his judgment day and it will be a painful one,” Edna coldly said, to which Isabel agreed with the old woman completely.

“Alfie will get his revenge from Sabini, we will all see that. That bastard will pay for everything that he has done to all of us. All the pain he inflicted on us all and I will speak with him even if I have to get hurt physically knowing he has to hear what I want for my sister and her baby. He’ll have to obey my orders even if he won’t like it,” Isabel then said, feeling her hands turn into hard fists really wanting to hurt Sabini with all of her anger she has been building inside of her.

“Darling, I know you have a lot of anger towards that devil, but I worry for you. I don't want either you or your sister to get hurt. I know you will sacrifice anything for Jovonka’s sake but I also want you to not be physically unwell. But please just be careful and whatever that wop says and he will refuse your requests but you will force him to make your requests come true, yes?” Edna said finally grabbing both of Isabel's hands bore her’s and nodded her head in agreement.

You will pay for this Sabini… as well as your dogs… none of you will be safe for what will come for you all…

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Arrow House, Warwickshire

“Any trace of my beloved this time Tommy? I hope your people got something this time mate before I lose me fucking mind,” Alfie said in a bothered manner looking out at the big windows overseeing the big grass field in front of him as he continued tapping his left foot for the millionth time.

Thomas said nothing for a while knowing well enough what he would say the same answer to Alfie since the search for Jovonka started on the first day. He has done everything they did in a search party, going through other areas within Birmingham, asking Johnny Dog for any reports but they will always return with empty hands, Arthur, John, and the youngest Shelby brother Finn were busy getting answers out from Mason as much as they could. Even if it meant to punch, kick, and use tools on him that has been going on for weeks and months. Agony after agony Mason had some strength in him knowing he had lost so much blood from his fingernails, his right eye becoming blacker than it previously was before, his lips turned purple and puffy like a balloon. He could almost move his lips when he tried to speak pleading for the Shelby brothers to let him go and he won't say a thing. But even if he would say those words over and over there won't be a chance for him to get out of their restraints. And so while everyone that Thomas knew about and hired some people he knew and can be trusted did their part on this mission he knew Alfie would be growing more impatiently, angry, frustrated, and most of all he worried for his friend's sanity. Fearing that Alfie could lose it at any time if he didn’t get his beloved back in time seeing how important she is to him.

Tommy didn’t say anything as he filled a glass cup full of whiskey while having a lit cigarette between his thin lips knowing what he'll say next won’t go so well.

“Your silence speaks very loudly and it tells me that it does mean that your boys haven’t gotten any luck again hmm?” Alfie said taking a small inhale breath through his nostrils knowing fully well he has to hear the same words once more.

“Alfie, we are doing everything we can to find your woman. Arthur, John, Finn, and myself have tried to take as much information as we can out from Mason, but he has been refusing to tell us more on where they have taken Jovonka and her sister. I know this upset yo-.”

Alfie, using his cane as support, suddenly knocked out a tray of leftover food he ate earlier in the day with shattered glass spreading throughout the floor. Tommy didn’t flinch or be bothered by his friend's actions for one bit, seeing he was used to this type of behavior. The Shelby sat down on one of the couches taking another drag from his cigarette while holding his glass drink with his left hand letting out a small cloud of smoke from his mouth.

“I’m sorry Alfie, truly… I know what you're going through and feeling. If I was in your place, if I lost Grace and Charlie I would’ve lost me head by now and eventually would have killed myself already. Just so this invulnerable pain could go away, but you're stronger than that Alfie I know you are. I will bring her back I promise you, trust me when I say this eh?” Said Thomas looking at the Jewish king as he stood quietly saying nothing for a moment.

Tommy leaned his back against the couch, taking a long sip from his glass of whiskey until finally Alfie spoke out.

“I can’t go on like this Tommy… I need her here close in me arms, that smile of hers, her lips… God. Sabini is goin’ to fucking pay for everything he has done to all of us. The pain he’s inflicting on us all is hard to ignore and to take away, the only way that this can be stopped is him being dead and having my Jovonka and Isabel back to me. That wop you all have been keepin’ captive I would like to have a word with him. Knowing that I can get answers out of his mouth if I’m there in front of his presence.”

“Alfie, don’t you think it’ll be a bit of a risk to be out there seeing that they know by now that Mason and Liam are still missing. And I’m sure that Sabini has sent more of his men to look for them along with orders to still look for Elena. It’s best if you stay here without endangering you and Elena more, we will force Mason to talk about where they took Jovonka an-.”

“No!” Alfie said echoing out abruptly inside Thomas's office room, while giving a sharp glare back as he continued, “I have been stuck inside this house for far too long. And you sitting there tellin’ me to stay put is not goin’ to make me feel more at ease while my Jovonka is still out there with that fuckin’ wop! So no Tommy, I will not take your word and I would rather give up my life away to both Isabel and my woman than me fuckin’ self. Even if it means to get meself killed just to see everyone that I love safe and alive.”

The Shelby said nothing once Alfie finished speaking knowing deep inside his gut he agreed with everything that the Jewish gangster had said. Thomas has risked his life multiple times before, firstly there were his brothers, being there for them whenever they got into risky situations, next of course was Polly, being both an aunt and a mother figure to everyone before and after the war and when Thomas’s mother died. And most importantly of all, was Grace and his son, knowing his father and husband instincts would kick in at any moment if they were put in danger. Knowing he also sacrifice his life first before anyone else just to also see everyone he loves well and alive.

Alfie walked across the room where he then grabbed a glass cup while he rested his cane against the small brown table stand. He quietly stared at the clear item in his hand as flashes of Jovonka’s smile, that laugh he fell in love with, her eyes that turned bright amber whenever they both became intimate in the bedroom, came into view before his eyes. How he wished he could hear her, touch her, and see her at this moment once more. Alfie then started to tighten his hand around the delicate item, almost to the point of breaking it with all of his strength. But he then relaxed his hand and put the item down on top of the table stand letting out a slow exhale through his thick nostrils.

“I will not stop saying this to you my friend,” Thomas then said, breaking the silence as he went on, “I will bring Jovonka and Isabel back home to you no matter how long the search will take. My brothers and my men are doing everything they can to find any trace of any kind. We will make Mason talk knowing that he’ll have to break at some point in time.”

Alfie didn’t say much once more, he instead grabbed his cane and made his way to sit down on another couch beside the table stand. Letting out a long steady breath looking out at the open green field in front of his view. There then was a knock on the door which Thomas then called out to whoever it was.

“Come in.”

Frances came inside the room, noticing the mess upon the wooden floor which she just ignored.

“Mr. Shelby, I’m sorry to interrupt you but your brothers would like to speak with you. They said it is urgent and important,” she said but before Thomas could speak the door suddenly swung open seeing John, Arthur, and Finn making their way inside.

“Tommy, you have to come back with us to the docks righ’ now. It’s Mason, he escaped from Johnny Dog’s but it is righ’ fuckin’ now,” said Arthur in a desperate tone looking between his brother and Solomon’s.

Tommy’s eyes grew wide in shock as he looked back at Alfie, which he also had a shooked up face knowing that the prisoner was their only hope to find answers about Jovonka and Isabel whereabouts. Without losing a heartbeat, both Shelby and the Jewish King got on their feet in no time making their way out of the office room. While on their way out of the Arrow House, Tommy got his black coat and peaky gray hat while his brothers started the vehicle in no time.

“Frances, tell Grace that I'll be back soon, and make sure to lock every door in the house and do not let anyone in you understand?” He said to the maid that she only nodded her head in agreement, “Righ’ Mr. Solomon's, you stay here for your own safety.”

“No Tommy, I am comin’ alon’ with you mate, there is not chance that I am not goin’ to let that fuckin’ wop get far away. He is the only thin’ that we can get close to Jovonka. Now then, do you want to waste more time here and tellin’ me to stay here like a fuckin’ little boy or should we get on our marry way before it gets any darker?”

Thomas knew there was no way in convincing the Jewish King to stay at the house, to which at this point he knew he lost the battle in this one. Before they could step a foot out of the house, Thomas noticed Little Elena from behind Alfie. The little girl looked on with concern in her eyes, not knowing what was going on in front of her.

“Alfie, where are you going? Is everything alright?” Elena said, walking her way to Alfie’s side as she heals the man’s large hand against her ‘s.

Alfie carefully knelt down while supporting himself against his cane, which he successfully did and continued on speaking to Elena.

“Yes everything’ is fine my dear, I am just goin’ to go somewhere with Mr. Shelby that is very important. But don’ you worry love, I will come back as soon as possible;e. I promise you,” he said hoping that this will make Little Elena feel less worried but she still kept pushing on.

“Does it have to do with my sisters? Are they found at last?” She questioned with some glimmer of hope in her voice hoping that the nightmare was over.

“My sweet Elena, I promise you that you will see your sisters again and yes it has somethin’ to do with them. But don’t you worry so much about it yea? I will be back soon,” he said, giving a small smile to her while she returned the gesture and gave the man a hug.

From outside, John interrupted this tender moment with the honk of the car making Alfie grumble under his breath.

“Come on then, we are wastin’ fuckin’ time out here!” Shouted out John, getting more bothered by the second if they don’t move out quickly.

“Alfie, we have to go now, I’m sorry Elena excuse my idiot brother for saying a foul word in front of you. Me and Alfie have to go now we will be back soon won't we Mr. Solomon’s?” Thomas said looking back at the Camden Town king agreeing with the Birmingham Shelby.

When they both said their last goodbyes both Alfie and Thomas made their way to the car, sitting on the backseat of the motor car with Arthur and Finn. Once everyone was inside, John turned the vehicle on and made their way quickly to the docks, while Alfie could only hope they would find the escaped prisoner in time.

Hopefully that bastard hasn’t gone far away from here…

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Once they made it to the docks, all of the Shelbys brothers and Alfie made their way out of the car, feeling furious to hear the news that Mason was let go easily under Johnny Dog’s watch. Knowing he was someone that Tommy has trusted for many years since he has known him. As they walked through the gray pavement road, they found Johnny Dog talking with Charlie with other groups of men knowing they were in a heap of trouble. They also realized that Alfie was with them, seeing that

“Tommy, I’m so so sorry, we did everything that you have told us to do, but this time I didn’t he would escape in this wa-.”

“How the fuck did you let him out of your sites you bunch of idiots!” Exclaimed Alfie surprising both Tommy and his brothers thinking he is now the leader of all this but they let him continue on, “He was the only key witness into finding my Jovonka and you fuckers let him out of your sites.”

The group of men didn’t speak one word including both Johnny Dog and Charlie already, which they agreed that they did let the prisoner go away that easily. They have been keeping Mason in a very hidden place where no one would hear his painful screams while they would interrogate him for answers. But this time they all made the mistake of keeping more men to look after the Italian member.

“We are very, very, truly sorry Tommy, and mostly to you Mr. Solomon’s. I’m not sure how he managed to get his way out but you have my word when I say this. We will get him back but right now we have to track him down before he gets out of Birmingham,” said Johnny Dog, while Alfie said nothing, still feeling angry towards Tommy’s right hand man.

“Johnny is right, we have to split into groups from here on out,” said Tommy also sounding a bit bothered for what had just happened but he continued on with his next plans, “Right Charlie you take a couple of men to the north side see if you can ask anyone if they have seen Mason, Johnny, you take to the west and do the same and see if there is any traces of home, Arthur, you, John and Finn go to the east and look around to see if also anyone has seen him, and lastly me and Mr. Solomon’s will go deep into the deep forest’s far to the northern side of Birmingham. Keep your eyes sharp and head up, and keep your weapons at bay if you see the prisoner. Try not to aim him straight to the heart, we need him alive, yes?”

Everyone including his brothers nodded their heads as every group scattered to where they were told to go. Johnny Dog and his group of men loaded their weapons, as did Arthur, John, and Finn doing the same. All the while Alfie remained quiet seeing in the gray far distance where the little river canal was connected. He could still remember that terrible night, Jovonka, Isabel, and Edna looking terrified for their lives while he was held back being helpless and weak. The way Sabini touched her face while he cut her face while Jovonka screamed in pain, how he could go back in time and would kill that devil Italian in no time. Alfie closed his eyes trying to take that image away from his mind, while Tommy came to his side making him come back in the present.

“Alfie, are you feelin’ alright?” He said but the Jewish king stayed quiet still looking forward in front of him while the Peaky continued on, “we are about to head out now, before it's late. I suggest we get going. We’ll get him back. I have promised you that and Mason will have to speak, you'll see.”

“I know you have been Tommy, but I have one request and you will have to allow me to do it,” said Alfie making eye contact with the Birmingham king.

“And what is that Alfie?”

“Once that Italian runaway gets captured, let me do the talking. He will refuse to talk to me at first, but I will bring straight hell upon him. I don't care how much he has to live, or how much blood he will bleed out, I’m going to cut every life force he has in him to get the answers that I want him to tell me. And I want your men and your brothers out of it, do we have a deal my friend?” He said Tommy didn’t say anything but only nodded his head in agreement.

Once everyone was fully prepared Johnny Dog and his group left to the west while Charlie and his men left their way to the north, John, Finn, and Arthur made their way to the east, and that left only Tommy and Alfie to which they also left the banks in no time. Once they left the river banks, they were off to find Mason into the deep woods off in the countryside, Alfie only hoped that they would get to Mason as quickly as possible.

He won’t get away that easily… not on my watch…

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James Keziah Delaney- Renewed

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*I’ll Keep You Close To Me- A James Keziah Delaney X Josephine(OC) One-Shot

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I’ll Keep You Close To Me

A James Keziah Delaney X Josephine(OC) One-Shot

I’ll Keep You Close to Me- A James Keziah Delaney X Josephine(OC) One-Shot

WARNING ⚠️!!!: X rated themes ahead(if you are under 18 please don't go any further)

A/N: Hi everyone and I hope you all are having a wonderful day and here I am back with another one-shot and this time it is the Son of Horace himself. As you guys read the warning please for anybody who doesn’t like any sensitive themes please dont read there are other recent one-shots that I have made and I would recommend you all to read those instead. Furthermore I hope you all enjoy this new one-shot as much as I did. And again guys thank you for those who have been rebloging, liking and have a quick stop by in reading my fanfics I appreciate it very much. Once more guys have a good day and enjoy.

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JAMES KEZIAH DELANEY MASTERLIST

How many lives does it take to protect those that you love so dearly? That’s what Josephine had to deal with when she decided to help out James and his League of The Damned. But in reality, the only loved ones that she considered as her family was mostly James. Her real family was nothing much to talk since the only memory that she could remember. Was that her father wanted a boy first and not her. So as all parents do best when their first born is a disappointment, is to throw them in an orphanage never to hear or see them ever again. She was only 6 years old feeling like she was nothing and to fend for herself at such a young age. The caretakers of the orphanage came and went, one’s were caring and kind of she was lucky. While there were some that weren’t pleasant to be around especially when things happened behind closed doors.

There was this certain event that Josephine will never forget, and something that has always haunted her for the rest of her life. She was at that time 10, already knowing the dark side of this world. Where she now knew that nothing seemed bright and wonderful like in those fairytale books. One night she was called upon the head master of the house, thinking that she was finally going to a new home or not surprisingly seeing her parents again. However all two thoughts were all completely false and what she got instead only scared her so immensely.

“Now my dear, the reason I called you here this late at night. Well, I have a little surprise for you and you deserve such a gift for a young girl like yourself,” said the headmaster Vernon, to which Josephine don’t know how to feel in that moment.

“Oh why thank you sir, that is very kind of you. What is the surprise sir?” Said young Josephine feeling excited on the inside.

“Well you have to close your eyes first, if you don’t want to ruin the surprise yes?” He then said giving off a smile that was just a devil smile in disguise.

But for Josephine she didn’t know nothing of the way this world worked in such a wicked way. So as all little girls do is do as what they are told to do. And as she closed her eyes with a small smile across her face, Vernon then got on his feet. As he made his way towards the young girl, he suddenly started to think of sinful thoughts of her. He felt a hard bulge forming between his trousers trying his best to hold himself in place. Once he stood in front of her, he did what no child should do at such a young age.

It felt like time was going slowly, as Josephine felt the painful pressure between her. She has cried out her lungs for God knows how long. All the while Vernon did his dirty deeds as he continued to do his filthy and abominable actions. After that night, Josephine was never that same pure and innocent girl ever again, feeling like her life felt meaningless. Knowing that this is the life that she had to live through knowing that her mind and body will always be abused.

Years later once she was old enough to find a life for herself. She didn’t know where to go or ask for help. Certainly her parents will not want her back since it has been 14 years without seeing them. Josephine thought that they have already erased her from their minds a very long time ago. And maybe, they might have finally bared a son that they have waited for so long. Knowing that Josephine was none existing and that her baby brother was the first born and not her. However she did ended up living with the street whores that welcomed her with open arms. From young to old women of every kind she never once participated in any erotic activities. She would instead serve drinks to any drunken men who who were looking to have a good fuck and suck. Just like how Helga, the head owner of the brothal house would say. She was the reason for Josephine to not be apart of that world for her own safety. Though Helga has noticed different men that would look and try to catch her attention. Seeing how naturally beautiful she really was but no matter what Helga was there for Josephine including her daughter Winter.

“Why haven’t you decided to leave this place forever? You know you’re old enough to do whatever you please and be able to find a safer place,” Winter said to Josephine as they were getting ready to walk around the marketplace one morning.

“Sweet Winter, it’s not that I want to leave this place or find a safer place. I’m still here because I promised your mother to take care of you and besides I feel my life is well here with you all. Trust me it sounds delusional but this has been the only place I could call home. Your mother has been nothing but kind to me ever since she welcomed me in. I wouldn’t want then what I have right now,” Josephine said giving the young girl a small smile.

Suddenly they heard the a loud bang from the first floor making both Winter and Josephine jump in fright. Until they heard a gruffly deep voice that they would assume come from a man.

“People who do not know me soon come to understand I do not have any sense,” said the new voice while Winter slowly set aside the hanging sheets from the balcony revealing the deep voice.

Josephine peaked out next to the little girl, seeing a good view of the man with a black top hat and a heavy looking black coat. He seemed threatening and yet found him intriguing just the way he looked and Josephine noticed two think tattoo like lines on them side of his neck. Those blue eyes that caught her own eyes were something to mesmerize. The mysterious man then continued to say threatening things to Helga that she found chilling to the bone.

“Now please do not misunderstand the situation, you send me 12 men, I will return you 12 sets of testicles in a bag, and we can watch your little whores devour them together, before I chop off your trotters and boil them.” Once he finished speaking Helga just stood quiet not saying another word to which the man in black went on, “two hours.”

Winter and Josephine slowly looked at each other not knowing what to think or make of this man.

“You. I remember you. I’ve heard the stories,” called out Helga to the stranger as she continued on, “if I give you one of my girls I will never see her again.”

This made Josephine gasp out loudly until she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, hearing nothing but silence. She then looked down once again seeing Helga’s eyes looking up towards her,which this also made the stranger looking up as well. She now saw his full face, handsome, serious, a short cut beard and noticeably there was scar on his left eye that looked unpleasant. Both of their gazes met which Josephine couldn’t seem to take her eyes away from. He then finally broke the stare as he looked to Helga once more making his way out of the house.

“And you’re right about what you said earlier Helga,” called out the man turning to see the head of the brothal house to up the second floor towards Josephine once more, “But be punctual.”

And just like that he was out of the house, leaving a confused Josephine in her thoughts of what just happened.

Who is he???…

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Later That Night

It was another cold dark night, Josephine walked along the sidewalk of a canal making her way back from getting some brandy for the customers. It was for the most part, nice to be out and away from the brothal house smelling the fresh air and the sense of freedom in the mix. She knew deep down that she can leave anytime but where could she really go from here? No one in this putrid town wouldn’t want a street girl into their homes. It would be such madness if she tried to find her family not knowing if they were still living around London or not. That is the least thing she would plan to do if she ever left Winter and Helga behind, knowing they have done so much for her. Since the day she came in Josephine knew it would be a mixer of an either a sanctuary or an endless hell that would have to get use too. One time however she almost relieved an incident from her younger years once more until she fought back as she injured the drunken man never seeing him again after that night. That is why Helga always had her eye on her like if she was her other daughter she had never had.

Walking as quickly as she could Josephine felt an unsettling feeling like if someone was getting too close to her from behind. Josephine tried to shook the feeling on still facing up ahead seeing the house from where she was. Suddenly she heard some heavy footsteps getting closer to her and that’s when she picked up the pace. The clicking of her heels echoed through the night feeling her heart beating faster and faster. There was a shadow appearing ahead of her and without thinking she turned a sharp right into a small alley way between two brick buildings. She didn’t realized that she was jogging at this point hearing the same footsteps catching up to her now. Suddenly she felt strong hands grabbing both of her arms hearing both of the bottles clasp onto the floor. When she was about to scream out for help, she felt a large hand covering her small mouth pining her hard against the wall. Her muffling screams were covered wrapping her hands around the man’s hands trying to break away.

“Shut up you little whore, if you want to make things difficult well, my darling, you’ll get the end of the blade,” said the man threateningly pressing the blade gently against her left cheek.

“She looks lovely isn’t she mate, oh you are going to like this love,” said the other man giving off a smug smile.

Josephine stood still like a stone, feeling one the mans hands grabbing onto her breast inappropriately trying very hard to not feel such a disgusting act. He then placed sloppy kisses all over her milky white neck as she squeezed her eyes shut hoping this nightmare will end soon. However, there was a third person not too far behind from the two perverts not knowing what was to come for them both. The first was shoved backwards quickly and in a split second his throat was cut widely open feeling the chill wind blowing against it. The other man not knowing his friend was already killed was grabbed from behind his neck and was quickly pinned against the brick wall. Letting go of Josephine catching her breath until she noticed who came to her rescue.

Its him… the man in black…

“No! Stop! Let me go, I wont say nothing sir, I swear,” the man pleaded out hoping he could live another day from this.

The stranger didn’t say nothing, for a moment as he took out his curve sharp blade now pressing it against the mans thick neck. Without saying another word, he swiftly cut the mans throat hearing the amount of blood gushing out of him. Josephine looked away closing her eyes while hearing a loud thud landing on the pavement floor. She didn’t dare opened her eyes not wanting to what type of scene she will looked in front of her.

“There is dangerous people late at this hour, and for a woman like you should know better,” said the man in black turning to face her way seeing she had her eyes still closed.

She didn’t say nothing being too frighten to see him eye to eye. Though he gently went up to her stopping inched away from her.

“You can open your eyes now, you are safe now,” he gruffly said to which Josephine slowly opened her eyes catching a hint of herbs and the smell of alcohol on him.

She slowly looked up at his way feeling chills running all over her body not believing he was standing very close to her. However strangely enough she felt this sense of being safe around this man. Knowing she has only seen him one time and suddenly Josephine seem to trust this man so quickly.

“Thank… thank you for saving me. But I must get back to the brothal before they start questioning where I might be,” she said slowly walking away from him.

“I don’t think that won’t be necessary,” he suddenly said making her stop in her tracks, “it’s best if you stay beside me and come home with me instead.”

She slowly turned around to face him once more not believing what he was saying.

“Why would I go with you since I know so little about you? Especially when you threaten Helga earlier today about boiling her trotters. Something that I would surely wouldn’t want to hear coming out of you,” she said standing her ground ground which he didn’t say or showed any expression.

“Hmm. You have a strong spirit, something I find amusing and yet you can’t seem to escape the horrors that you had endeared since you were young,” he said this made Josephine eyes grow wide in shock not believing in what she just heard him say.

“You don’t know anything about what I have gone through when I was a child,” she said her voice sounding shakily feeling a lump forming on her throat, “how dare you to know my personal memories. And how do you know this?”

He didn’t say nothing for a moment he only gave her a look that she had to look away. Then he came up to her once more but this time she took a step backwards.

“I see it in your eyes you are broken, lost, abandoned, and yet you seem to be use to the pain. It is something that I myself see in you, we both have faced things the way this wicked world works. Even though we try to ignore the scars they still haunt us over and over. And yet you still find a way to continue forward even if it hurts and I understand,” he then said not realizing that Josephine started ti shed some tears.

She quickly wiped away the tears with her right hand, not knowing what else to say. He was right she has stood strong all these years knowing the many horrid things that happened in her life she was still here after all. Remembering the few times where she wanted to take her own life but failing once she had second thoughts. Wishing that there were some days she was wiped away from existence.

“I suppose you know what it means to live with such pain and yet your still up on your own two feet,” Josephine said lowering down her eyes wondering why she is still here in front of this man.

“And yet we still fight even though it’s something we don’t like. However, it’s getting late would you like to come with me?” He then asked her knowing it was wrong to say such thing.

Josephine thought if this offer for a while not sure if she should go with him or not. Knowing that she had shared a couple of her own feelings to him not realizing how comfortable she was talking to him.

“How can I be so sure to even trust a man like you?” She said after a moment crossing her arms together against her chest.

“Because I’ll keep you close to me and if someone try’s to ever get close to you they will never live to see another day. I guarantee you that but once you I have gained your trust in me. Now as I’ll repeat myself, would you like to stay out here in the cold or come along with me?”

“Who are you?” Josephine asked which it never bothered her to ask from the beginning.

“Some say I am The London Devil, the Walking Corpse, The Man from Africa, but everyone knows me for being the Son of Horace Delaney. But I am the James Keziah Delaney and you are under my protection. And who are you?”

“Josephine and I still thank you for saving me. Shall we leave from this place?” She then asked to which he just said nothing and turned the other way down the alley. Josephine didn’t say another word and instead followed his lead with her unexpected savior.

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Alfie Solomons Masterlist- Renewed

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Why Me?- An Alfie Solomons X Sylvia Voltaire(OC) One-Shot

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Why Me?

An Alfie Solomon’s X Sylvia Voltaire(OC) One-Shot

A/N: Hello guys and welcome back to another Alfie Solomons One-Shot. I know it’s crazy to see myself this active again believe me it feels good. But I wanted to come in say this has been the most fun writing I’ve ever had in a while and I really hope I get to every single character of Tom Hardy. I still need to catch up on the other films of his including Lawless which by looking at the small clips of Forrest Bondurant… oh boy is he such a cute man. But as always guys thank you for coming by and reading my fics. Thank you for sharing and liking and I’ll see you all later.

ALFIE SOLOMONS MASTERLIST

Camden Town: 1920’s

Out of all the places in the entire country of London, Sylvia and her family had no choice but to stay in a place called Camden Town. They weren’t welcome that was for sure. As none residents, gypsies were considered to be nothing but untrustworthy, scum, and the lowest of the low. Knowing that they have to live and remind themselves that was how they were born and raised.

They had a wonderful life back in their hometown in France. There was a piece of land right off the coast, where it was peaceful, safe, calm, and overall where they were far away from the city. Her father Andre, had a job there as a carpenter but he did get little pay for what it was. The amount of money he would win almost went entire to have food on the table. Until one day the owner decided to let him go swing that his business wasn’t making as much as before. And leaving their lovely home behind they ended up in the city across the ocean.

Even for a family of 6 including Sylvia, it was hard to cope seeing that her mother Kezia, has to take care mostly the baby of the family Kaven. Her two baby sisters Zana and Risa are at the age of heading to their womanhood. Knowing that both of her parents with a heavy heart need to send of their daughters to find good suitors that will take care of them. Sylvia as being the oldest, isn’t fully prepare to have to go with someone she doesn’t even love or know about much. Even for a place like London where everyone wouldn’t even want glimpse her way for one bit.

Once they arrived to their new home a year ago, It was hard to get use to the amount of new surroundings. The tall grass fields were something to enjoy and being around. Thought the amount of strangers passing by with their automobiles was something that bothered the Voltaire family the most. Even through the year they at one point already got use to seeing many travelers and car machines so many times. Seeing that his father was trying his best to find a job around town, it seemed that he wasn’t going anywhere knowing that he was an outcast.

“Papa, maman, why can’t we just leave this place already?” Said Risa in their French tongue while they had late night dinner around the campfire.

“Because your papá my dear has some news to tell you all, and darling please try to speak your English a bit more,” Kezia said while attending the now 6 month old Kaven in one arm poking around the wood for the fire to still be on.

“My dear Kezia please, let them speak the tongue we have been born to learn,” said Andre to her which she just nodded her head quietly until he gave the big news. “My dear girls, I finally found a new job that will finally help us not go without any food on the anymore. And I will start by tomorrow.”

Risa, Zana, and Sylvia all looked at each other as if his father is telling a lie.

“Wait papa, are you certain of this? How did you manage to convince the owner of this new job?” Asked Sylvia not believing what her ears are hearing.

“It is true, and the wonderful thing is a bakery which you all know that I use to make some great bread back home. And I wanted to share with you all that I will start tomorrow,” said Andre feeling a lot of hope for such a new opportunity that he has been waiting for so long.

“Papa what wonderful news, but does the owner know that you are well a gypsy?” Sylvia said feeling worried that if the owner of the shop finds out that they are outsiders.

“I only mentioned that we are a family of 6 and that we have been poor for a very long time. He didn’t ask for my background and instead he understood about our situation. He saw me as a human being and not a stranger, and he gave me the job right away,” Andre said though in reality the owner was more then just a simple baker and something that he had to keep to himself.

“We can finally go back home, to our small and beautiful beach again,” said Risa having an excited smile on her face knowing that she had enough of this place.

“We will go back home my children, I promise you all that with as much money as I can collect we will go back. But that is all tonight we should all get some rest now, goodnight my girls,” said Andre getting up on his feet while Risa and Zana did the same.

As every made their way to their individual tents Sylvia heard her name called out by her father.

“Yes father, is there something wrong?” She anxiously said hoping that it was nothing bad.

“Nothings wrong my dear, me and your mother wanted to talk with you alone without the girls being here,” her father said which Sylvia was confused with why she needed to be there alone.

Though Sylvia didn’t want to question it to much she instead took a seat on top of a wooden log.

“What is it that you and mother want to speak about with me me?”

Both her mother and father looked at each other without any words. Knowing that what her father will say next will make their oldest daughter upset.

“My lovely dear, promise me that you will not be in what I will say to you next. Just always removed that I and your mother love you with all of our hearts and soul,” Andre said as he placed a gentle hand on top of Sylvia’s left knee which she just stood quiet, “The owner of the bakery requested that if you would like to work for him as his own personal book keeper. And that he would like to meet you tomorrow, I know this sounds much but I also think and pray that maybe this man could be a potential suitor for you. It’ll be a way for you to have a good life for you knowing that we want what’s best you my love.”

“Father aren’t you hearing yourself? You think this man that you just met think he could bring me happiness not knowing if he might have any bad intentions? No, I will not work for him even if the money seems fair but I won’t accept it,” Sylvia said not believing in what she is hearing.

How could her mother agree to this not knowing what type of men could be dangerous out there especially if they are not gypsy by blood.

“Sylvia please, listen to your father. What if he is right, what if this man could give you everything you could ask for? And not live the way we do? I want also the best for you and for your sisters and Kaven. I don’t want to see any of you continue living like we are doing at this moment. Just go with your father and see the owner for yourself. But don’t forget to always keep your guard up my dear like we have always taught you,” Kezia begged knowing that she didn’t like where this was going but she also hoped for something good to come from this man.

The oldest daughter only sighed in defeat and agreed to go with his father to the bakery. Knowing that whatever this man is offering for her and her father is for good fortune.

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The Next Morning

Sylvia and her father walked in a busy and noisy street as they made their way to where the bakery was located. From being on the fields for a year long this was more than what she expected. Some horses pulling wagons, men of all ages covered in dust and black powder from head to toe and the smell of coal and steel was in the air. It was a busy morning as they picked up the pace, trying to get to their meeting with the owner of the bakery in time. Sylvia wore something that would look presentable and clean though she ended up wearing one her mothers old black long sleeve dress. Which she was grateful to wear but also it made her look like if she was going to meet her doom. As some time went by they finally made it to the place where Andre knocked on two wooden doors a couple of times. The door was then opened which they were greeted by a young man who was in his mid to late 20’s.

“Mr. Voltaire, I presume yes?” The man asked which Andre took his brown cap off from his head.

“Yes I am he, and I also brought with me my daughter Sylvia. Does your owner want to see us already?” Andre asked while he wiped a bit of sweat that formed in front of his forehead.

“Mr. Solomon’s does want to see you both already. Come in,” said the young man directing them more deeper inside the brown lit shop.

There were mountains of barrels stacked from side of side, the smell of fresh dough being made and oddly enough there was a hint of of rum witching the same smell. Making their way to another pair of wooden doors, there was another long hallway with many men working from one station to another. Until one particular man was making their way towards Sylvia and Andre the one that everyone feared the most throughout the town of Camden.

“Mr. Solomon’s, this is Andre the one who was asking for a job yesterday. He wants to speak with you,” Ollie said which his boss didn’t say a thing until he was standing in front of them.

“Righ’ well Mr. Voltaire, a very good mornin’ to you sir. And yes i would to still go over some discussions with you about the job. And where I me manners, but who is this lovely woman here with you?” Said Alfie looking at his direction towards Sylvia which she just stood quiet but felt warm inside.

“My daughter Mr. Solomon’s, Sylvia Voltaire she is the oldest of the three. I brought her along to see if you wanted to still find someone with who to keep your booking. And I thought my Sylvia would be a good use in your business sir. She might not have the experience but we would be grateful if you can teach her,” Andre said hoping that it would convince Alfie to bring her in.

Alfie was quiet for a moment until he looked at Sylvia’s way looking at her up and down. She didn’t know what else to say or do she only could stay still while the bearded man thought for a moment or two if she looked like a good fit for a place like this. Though something did caught her eye about him, which it was odd to say the least. He seemed grumpy, broad, intelligent, and overall very attractive. Like from the looks of his body structure he seems to know what he does for a living and that this place itself has been booming for quite a while. She also caught a glimpse of his right hand with a small tattoo crown not knowing if it means something or just for display. Feeling like time has gone by so slowly, Alfie then finally spoke up.

“She will do, don’ you worry Mr. Voltaire, Ollie here will teach your daughter what she needs to do with me book keeping’s. Don’t you worry, I know she will be a good helping around here,” said Alfie giving a small smirk at Sylvia which she just bow her head in acknowledgment.

“Thank you Mr.Solomon’s for the opportunity, I promise to be of great use to you and for your work environment. But I also would like to thank you more for giving my father this job, we are grateful to find someone like you sir,” Sylvia said hoping that she didn’t sound very overly thankful.

“It’s nothin’ love and for next time don’t call sir or Mr. Solomon’s. Form now on yea, you will address as alfie and nothin’ more alrigh’?” He said while he liked her already for how polite she is.

As the morning went by, it suddenly became 2 o’ clock in the afternoon. Both Sylvia and her father have seen and learned so much in just almost a whole day. Andre knew what to expect since Mr. Solomon’s told him that he had an underground business that not even the coppers don’t know about. Though it did worry for the safety of Sylvia, and the rest of his family. Wondering if this was the right thing to bring her daughter to such a place and to be part of gangster organization. It was a lot to think for Andre to take in and he didn’t know if he should continue this path or not.

“Well now you and your daughter can go home for today, but starting tomorrow right’ is when it will get serious. And Mr. Voltaire is it possible if I could have a word alone with Sylvia,” Alfie said to which Andre felt nervous to be asked such a question but he did agree.

Sylvia and Ollie didn’t mind what time of day it was, as they were mostly bust sorting papers and writing down on the big note books. She did manage to learn quickly right away seeing that it was just writing many sorts of name items and to calculate how many sales were being sold. Knowing that she didn’t speak much English and her reading wasn’t the best, Sylvia was determined to not give up on this opportunity. Knowing that this will help not only for herself but for her family as well even if it means that she needs to stay some long nights. While she tried to know what papers have to properly be placed on the door to the small office was opened seeing her father in the entrance.

“Sylvia, umm… Mr. Solomons would like to have a moment with you,” Andre said to her in their native tongue which she looked confused but she didn’t ask another word.

Once they made it to Alfie’s office, which the oldest daughter was a bit confused as to why Alfie needs tor see her. Though once inside, he saw him sitting on the side of his big long desk filled with many piles of papers, the smell of whiskey, and dust above the atmosphere. He didn’t notice their presence right away, as Andre ands Sylvia walked up in front of the desk.

“Ah, righ’ Sylvia. I would like to speak to you about your position here in me bakery. It’s nothing bad if that’s what you are thinking love, but please have a seat,” Alfie said standing up on his feat and guiding the gypsy girl to sit.

She looked back at her father for a moment, which he just gave her a look of reassurance and that everything is fine. Though Andre and Alfie did have a talk earlier about having to bring Sylvia to this business. But it is something that Alfie himself that should tell her and it gave Andre some hope.

“I’ll leave you both alone, I’ll wait for you outside my dear,” said Andre lastly making his way out of the room hearing the door closed shut.

“You’re wondering why I need here alone with me love, and I’ll explain everything in a moment. But firstly righ’, what do you think of this job overall?” Alfie then asked taking his seat once more letting out a low sigh grunt.

“Well it is quite easy actually, however even if my English isn’t very well and my reading is a bit low I don’t see why I should not stop coming here and learn more. I honestly am doing this for my father and my family, we have been poor for a year. We had to leave home from France because well, my fathers old job wasn’t doing no good, and that is why we are here in London. Faith has always been on our side and I believe fate has come to us so quickly because of you Alfie. And I want to say again that we are very grateful that you accepted us as hard workers and not something else,” Sylvia said while Alfie listen to everything that almost what Andre said to him and he knew that this family was in need to help.

“I am sorry to hear that love, I can’ imagine that you all had to move across the ocean to land here. But I also want to say this. Your father and I have come to an agreement about you being here in me bakery, but promised him that I’ll be keeping an eye on you including my partner Ollie. As you can see yea, there are many men in this place as you have noticed. However, yea, if they ever try to lay a finger on you even give you the eye to your way, they are fuckin’ dead and will never see the light of day ever again. I know it sounds harsh for you but it is a promise that I am keeping for yous and your dear old father. How does that sound to you lass?” Alfie said seeing Sylvia’s facial expression change to confusion.

“Wait, my, my father told you all about us, but why would you try to help us?” Sylvia said trying to understand why her father would mention about everyone in the family.

“Your father asked for a favor he feels that if you are around with me you will be safe. And I could be very protective when it comes to having women around in me shop. But you don’t have to worry about that love, and well you all seem to be good people and I have been at my lowest before and I know how that life is like. However righ’, you and your family are under me eyes now starting tomorrow and showing you my humbleness towards you all and you deserve it,” alfie said in the end giving a small smile at Sylvia which she did return the smirk.

“Thank you Alfie, but how can we repay you back? This is just so much to take in.”

“No need to my dear, besides a pretty woman like you is worth saving and having around,” he added to which Sylvia could only blush at his comment.

“Again thank you Mr. Solomons. I mean, Alfie, but I will see you in the morning along with my father. But may I ask you a question and don’t take this in a wrong way. Why me and not another woman?” She asked knowing that there is more girls out there that would interest Alfie more than her.

“Is that really a question to ask treacle? You want to know the truth of why I see something in you than any other woman in this town?” He said standing up on his feet once again resting his hands on top of his hips while Sylvia felt a lump forming in her throat seeing while she sat still. “Because you’re different, and I like to know who you really are truly Sylvia Voltaire. And well, maybe if you would like to go out sometime to dinner with me if that’s what you wish for that is.”

Sylvia had nothing much to say but she stood quiet for a moment. Her fathers boss is asking her for dinner and wants to get to know her better is something out of this word. No man has ever said such a thing to her before until now. Especially Alfie that was not of gypsy origin but is willing to have some interest in her and wanting to get to know her better.

“Oh… well Alfie I don’t know what to say about all of this. I mean you are the first man to ask me out which that has never happened to me before. Though may I have to think about this, its just its soon to say but I need a moment to give you my word,” she then said hoping that it didn’t bother Alfie for one bit.

But to her surprise, Sylvia didn’t expect to what Alfie had to say next.

“No love please, by all means have all the time that you need. And your righ’, I’m sorry for askin’ out of nowhere. Please forgive me for sounding like an eager prick,” Alfie said knowing that this was a bad idea to ask in the first place.

“No Alfie, you should not apologize its just… you asked me so politely and I think that’s very attractive coming from you,” she said without thinking wishing she could take back what she just said right now.

“Did I now? Well I am flattered to be your first then love. But you should head home now, yea. I’ll see you both here again tomorrow morning. Is it alright if I could escort yous out? If that is fine with you of course?” Alfie said while Sylvia was caught with surprise again.

Is this man gone out of his head???…

“I. Well… yes that would be lovely thank you Alfie,” Sylvia said without stopping herself to which Alfie nodded his head.

As they both made their way outside of the entrance, both Alfie and Sylvia exchanged their last goodbyes. While doing so, she extended her hand out to Alfie both of their hands were clasp together.

“Thank you again Alfie, and see you soon again,” she lastly said feeling her hand against his larger hand feeling butterflies fluttering inside her stomach.

Once they shook hands, she made her way to where her father was waiting, as Alfie looked on seeing Sylvia leave. She then looked back for a moment, giving a small smile towards his way to which he did the same without noticing it himself.

This will be something exciting to look forward to… and I hope it is for the best….

****

Margate: Two Years Later

Waking up to the sound of the ocean waves was what Sylvia have missed for so long. She never thought she would be close to the sea ever again, but it has finally come true once again. And that was all on Alfie that gave her everything that she could ever wish for. After being at his so call bakery everyday, they both became closer together. And she did ended up going out with Alfie whenever no one was looking or listening especially her father. They did their best to pretend to be just partners from work, but in reality both Sylvia and Alfie started to build a bond together. Having a hard time not wanting to be separated from each other. Whenever he had meetings to attend too or some “errands” to go too, he would tell her to stay for her safety. Though Sylvia did at some point found out that he was this infamous gangster of Camden Town, but it didn’t make her look at him differently. What she cared about the most was the way he cared for her, keeping her safe from harm, and overall being treated like what a girl should be treated. Until now everything was perfect and grateful for everything that this life has given to her and her family. They were given another opportunity to be able to live like actual people, and as for Alfie generosity and humbleness, he did make a propose to Sylvia and her family.

“Sylvia, wake up, wake up, let’s go down to the seashore again. There are so many sea shells here then we have sene back home. Come on wake up,” Risa exclaimed gently tugging on her sisters right hand which she just grunted in reply.

“Hmmm, Risa please, its to early in the morning, can’t you wait later in the afternoon,” Sylvia said in a lazy voice, recasting turning her head the other way.

“Awww your no fun, please sister just this one time. I promise I wont ask you again next time,” she begged again to which Sylvia became quiet for a moment.

“Fine just give me a moment yes?” She mumbled to which she just heard her little sister said “yay” hearing her footsteps fade away.

She suddenly felt a shift on her left side along with a strong arm wrapping around her stomach.

“Good mornin’ my pet,” said a huskily Alfie also trying his best to wake up from his semi sleep.

“Hmm, good morning to you as well my love,” Sylvia said back as they both exchange a long kiss.

She then wrapped her arms around his strong, broad chest as they press their lips closer together.

“Sylvia. Come down please,” Zana called out this time, to which Sylvia groaned in annoyance.

“Well this kiss didn’t last so long as it did last night,” Sylvia joked making Alfie chuckle.

“Well don’t be so disappointed my dove, there is more of that later tonight. I promise you,” he said giving her a cheeky wink

It was has been almost a year of being together since Alfie asked Sylvia to be hers. It shocked her at first but she knew right away that she found her one true love. Even thought they came from different origins their love for each other was nothing to ignore. Alfie embraced Sylvia’s culture he was even willingly to learn French from her which he had approved very well. As for the rest of her family, they ended up having a home build in Margate next to Alfie’s. Which Andre and Kezia felt nothing but grateful towards Alfie’s knowing that this man was sent from the heavens. They have long for some peace and quiet and they their dreams did came true.

“Come on then love, let’s see what today awaits us ahead yea?” Alfie then asked making Sylvia come back to her senses.

“You lead the way my king.”

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Tommy Conlon Masterlist- Renewed

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• You Deserve Better- A Tommy Conlon X Dahlia(OC) One-Shot

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You Deserve More

A Tommy Conlon X Dahlia(OC) One-Shot

A/N: Hey everyone and yes I am back with a quick Tommy Conlon One-Shot for your guys entertainment. I really went all on with the flow with this short story. I wanted to say that that is based on a true story of my sadly recent break up… The text messages you will read is based on the actual messages my now ex-bf and I exchanged and also did talk in person. But it is something I wanted to share with you all and something that I have been dealing with for a while. However I hope you find this shot very cute and i hope you all stay safe and enjoying your day. Thank you everyone for coming by and it’s good to be back!!! 😆👌🏻👍🏻❤️

TOMMY CONLON MASTERLIST

Honestly we need to talk when can you meet up with me?

These were the exact words that Dahlia had to read through that one single message. Only for it to be something that’ll only bring nothing but disappointment and hurt.

Yea sure maybe tomorrow after I’m off from work of if it’s possible maybe tonight babe if your not tired that is 💖✨💗

She remembered those couple of emojis that she sometimes would send every once in a while to Blake. Hoping that he knew that she was very much in love with him… or did he not see that???

That same night m, both Dahlia and Blake did meet up only it wasn’t just a talk about going on another date or trip of whatnot. It was more of a confession of wether or not Blake wanted to continue on with this relationship with her.

“Look I… I have been feeling like I need a break from both of us. Just need some space, I got work to do, and I just need to be my individual self again. And if you like we can do a break or we can just forget about everything. What do you want to do?”

Dahlia didn’t want to believe what she just heard from him.

What is he talking about us wanting to take a break???

Even after everything they had done together it lead to this. It only made her feel like she was being lied to all this time about him and the relationship. So Dahlia did what any other smart girl would do, just walk away. Even if it did feel like a knife was stabbed straight into her heart.

And now it has been over a couple of months later, Dahlia became another person day in day out. She became interested in pursuing a career in being a nurse and a certified therapist. She never would have thought of being able to achieve Teo goals in such a fast pace.

Even after the biggest heartbreak of her life, she knew that there was so much more out there to see. Though there were times when she would be alone, she wished there would be someone there to be encouraging, happy, and feeling grateful to have a girl like Dahlia. Only she tried her best to ignore such wishful thoughts but those dreams would become tears some nights.

Even though she never gave up on hope and in true love for finding someone to share her thoughts, feelings, success and most of all being important to him.

It’s nothing but foolish and untrue thoughts… there is no one out there for me… ever

“Dahlia, you know that patient in room 30 that came in last night?” Said Dahlia’s co-worker Nike, putting down other patient files on top of the front desk receptionist.

“Yes, I know who you’re talking about. Why, does he need to be checked up again, or take his next meal of the day?”

“Yes to his next meal and no to another thing,” said Nike while he gave her a smirk and a quick wink.

“Oh stop it Nike, are you being serious right now. I’m being professional here right now and what you think this guy seems cute? I don’t think so, he just looks like any other guy that you see in the streets. Besides I told you many times, I am not looking for nobody. I’ve been perfectly busy with finishing getting my Masters in therapy. Why would the hell I be wanting more than what I have right now?”

But all of what Dahlia said wasn’t really all entirely true, knowing deep down she did found the patient very attractive. He did had a bad injury on the side of his head, with some blood coming out from the wound and going in and out of consciousness. He seemed lost to where he was at that moment, while Dahlia attended to his wound with as much care as possible. While trying to clean away the blood as much as she could, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist with such strength that it made her yelp in fright.

“That fucking hurts, get away from me,” he said with that Philly accent, looking straight at Dahlia’s frighten and yet wonderful hazel-honey eyes.

“Hold him down,” said one of the male doctors, while two other male nurses tried to calm him down.

Out of his grasp, Dahlia didn’t notice she wasn’t breathing for air. She was to busy focused on him while the doctors finally gave him a dose to make him relax. Once he fell into a deep sleep, Dahlia slowly walked up next to the now relaxed and peaceful looking man. He looked no more than in his 30’s, blue eyes, very muscular from what she could see through his gray long sleeve shirt, short smooth brown hair, and his face. That face looked like a little boys, soft, innocent, and yet very handsome.

“Sure, sure, dear. I saw how you looked at him last night after Mark gave him a dose to make him fall asleep. You got lucky that he didn’t give you a punch in the face or something much worst. Anyways but tell me, do you think he’s cute?”

Dahlia only gave a look of bothersome to his friend, while she gave a small chuckle.

“Fine. Yes he seemed very cute, are you happy now?” Dahlia said hoping that it’ll satisfy his friends silliness.

”That answer sounded so fake, but whatever. Anyways, miss Dahlia, the patient needs to take his meal and must drink his medication afterwards. Would you be so kind in taking it for me please?” Said Nike he placed a tray of food with the medication on the side.

*******

Dahlia walked her way down the hall on the second floor of the hospital, holding the tray of food with both of her hands. Once she reached room 30, she felt nervous to see him again. Not only of what happened last night but she felt this feeling that she couldn’t really explain. But she ignored it and she quietly knocked the door hoping it wont wake him up. But after three knocks and no answer she let herself in seeing that the patient was taking a nap. Closing the door behind her quietly, she slowly made her way towards him. She sat the tray on the right side of the nightstand, setting the fork and knife on each side. Dahlia felt goosebumps with no explanation while hearing the beeping of the heart monitor. Until suddenly she heard a soft grunt coming from he left side.

“Hmm… hmm.”

“Sir? Hey, it’s ok, try not to move too much. You had a bad wound on the side of your head but we fixed you up in no time. On a scale of one to ten how are you feeling from pain?” Said Dahlia while she raised the top part of the bed while he continued to grunt a-little less.

“Pain? Hehe… I have been through more worst than this lady. This, it’s like if I just twisted an ankle or soemthin’. So I don’t care much if I feel like shit or not,” he said trying to sound tough and just trying to shrug it off.

Dahlia only smiled seeing that he tried to be funny, though his wound would leave him a good scar in his head.

“Well you should be thankful that it didn’t open much more than it looked last night. But right now you must eat something first so you can take your next pills. Here now,” Said Dahlia picking up a few piece of food with the fork.

“Hey I can feed myself I ain’t some 3 year old damn kid that needs someone else to feed me. That’s just weird and childish,” he said leaving a bit away from the fork filled with food.

“Oh please don’t sound so difficult, look I’m trying to help you and doing my best here to get your strength back. Or otherwise you’ll be here for quite some time if you want to take things more slower. It’s your choice sweetie. Either take it slow or take it quick?”

He only rolled his eyes in annoyance looking the other way while Dahlia patiently waited for a response.

He’s like a child, only in the body of a grown man… I think that’s cute…

After awhile he gave in, one bit of food after another he cleaned his tray off.

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Dahlia said in a cheeky voice, while he didn’t say a word. “Alright you have to take your painkiller now, here.”

As she gave both the pill and the cup of water to him, he took it like nothing. It surprised Dahlia that he easily took them without sounding foolish. He swallowed the pill in one go as well as the cup of water, giving the now empty plastic cup back to her.

“Right then, you must rest now I’ll see you later to give your last meal for today. The doctor will come and see you,” Dahlia said as she placed the cup on top of the empty tray.

Before she made her way towards the door, he heard him call out to her to wait.

“Hey, I… I want to say I’m sorry for the way I acted last night’. And for graspin’ to hard on your wrist, I just… last night I got into this stupid fight. Lettin’ some steam off like it would be such a helpful thing but it just went south.”

Dahlia was left confused as to why he started to say these things to her. Even though she was taking a masters degree as a therapist this seemed like a nice opportunity to interact with. Dahlia then sat on the chair at the end of the bed hoping to see where this might go. Hoping to try out her first intercession with a lot of high expectations in trying out her skills.

“May I ask why did you decided to fight with someone random? Did you think it would ease whatever it was building inside of you? Or maybe you want to forget about something going on with your family or somebody else in particular?” Dahlia asked on hopefully she was doing this right and not sounding too pressuring.

“Hehe, I always have something building inside of me. Just already got use to havin’ it around all the time. I have family, a brother and I have my dad too but I sometimes try to be with them but I always shut them out. I sometimes like to be left alone and well… there was this someone I use to be with but… she wasn’t it.” He said while biting his lips together his eyes looking down.

Dahlia saw the way his body languages changed, seeing she hit a nerve on him.

“And is that person still in contact with you or you both went separate ways?” She then asked knowing where this talk might be going too.

“I did for a while but she didn’t want nothing else to do with me because well let’s just say she was the reason for why we aren’t together anymore. I loved her so much, gave her my time, energy, gave the whole world to her. Though when she said she wanted to have space and be alone, I didn’t know understand at that moment. Until now looking back at it, she didn’t have that same love back for me. And I asked myself, was that all a lie?” He then said letting out a heavy sigh while he fiddled his fingers.

“I see. You’re going through a lot with this relationship you thought was real. Believe me I was once there, I also thought afterwards if I was taken advantage of. And even thought the whole relationship we had was all a lie,” dahlia said surprised to hear herself be this quickly open to someone she just seen last night.

“I guess we both in the same page. What a small world that we both ended up having bad relationships,” he then said which it made them both smile and chuckle a bit.

“You’re right, you know you feel like you found the right one but they end up being a disappointment? Yes that’s what happens when you be too nice and humble to someone,” said Dahlia thinking about her time with Blake, which she new she did give everything to him.

The patient looked at her way, seeing a sad expression on her face knowing that he too did hit a nerve. He didn’t expect to stumble upon someone else who would feel the same place as him. And being so open to a nurse out of everyone in this world. He then still looked her way and without realizing he had his hand gently placed on top of her right arm.

“Hey let me tell you something. Whatever that asshole did to you or said. You deserve someone better, even if you have to wait for years or whatever the time gives you. It’ll pay off in the end, because you’re a pretty girl, you seem smart, and most of all should be treated like a queen. So you’ll be ok we all will.” He said giving a small smile at her, which Dahlia gave a smile back.

“You know I never got your name, what’s your name? I’m Dahlia and you’re sweet and thank you,” she said feeling her cheeks turn warm from the compliment he gave her.

“Tommy. Tommy Conlon and that’s a cool name I’ve never heard of it before. But hey I’m just honest with others you have been the most pretty nurse so far. I hope that doesn’t sound weird or something,” he said feeling a bit of a dumbass for saying that.

“Hehe no you’re fine it was just unexpected to say the least. I have to get back to work but get some more rest and I’ll be back later tonight. It was a good talk but see you then,” Dahlia said getting up on her feet as she grabbed the gray one more time.

“Yes it was nice talking to you, and believe me I’ve had too much rest already. But yes see you soon Dahlia,” said Tommy giving her one last smile to her which she just nodded her head.

Once outside of the room, she gently rested her back against the wooden door. Mind boggled as to what just happened right now. Not believing that someone like Tommy would open to her that fast. But at the same time she felt comfortable in sharing her story too.

What the hell was all that about??? Have you lost yourself Dahlia…

However deep down, she did feel something warm when they both talked. Like she felt some sort of trust with Tommy, it’s like they were meant to stumble with each other. Thought was it for a good reason or a bad one? Only time would tell and Dahlia hoped that he might be someone that she could call a friend and to be able to talk without feeling judged.

It’s only for me to decide if I want him to come in… we’ll just have to wait and see…

*******

Dahlia woke up early to get herself ready for graduation. It has been over 2 fast years since she started. She wished it didn’t end very suddenly but there was something more special that happened in between those years.

“Baby, hmmm… come back to bed just for a few more minutes?,” groaned Tommy as he laid on his left side of the bed seeing a peak of his big pecks of his chest.

“Awww my baby boy, didn’t you already had enough of making out from me last night?” She cheekily said until Tommy wrapped his arms around her catching her off guard.

Landing on the bed again, they both laugh and hugged each other close together, exchanging another long, sweet kiss. The longer the kiss became, the more Tommy wanted to go another round again. Dahlia felt his right hand going under her white long blouse. Making her lowly moan between her mouth and Tommy’s. She went on top of him, not letting go of those plump, thick lips of his that Dahlia had grown to taste and love every second.

“My babygirl is finally graduating today. You did my Dahlia, you got to where you want to be,” Tommy said gently cupping her face with both of his hands, making her smile in glee.

“We both did, not only is about me here love. You also should be proud of yourself to have your own gym along side with your brother. And not only that but I have confession to make and I’ve been nervous to tell you,” Dahlia said while she gently bit her bottom lip hoping that whatever Tommy says about this big news she only hoped that best for both and a change in their lives.

“What is it you’ve been wantin’ to tell me babe? You already know you can tell me anything, we already talked about this. Just relax and tell me when you’re ready, ok?” Tommy said reassuringly, as they both clasps their hands to together, which Dahlia felt at ease.

“I… well we… we are expecting a little us and I don’t know if you are ok with taking this step further. It sounds crazy believe me but that is why I was scared to te-.”

“Are you kiddin’ me Dahlia?” Tommy cut her off but in a joyous way, making himself sit up a bit more comfortable not believing in such wonderful news he was hearing, “Of course I am good with this, why did you keep this within yourself until now? How long has it been since you knew you were having a baby?”

“Remember when went to that party with your brother Brandon and Tess? Well when I told you that I was going to walked out for some bit of air? I lied to you about it and I instead went to the restroom, and I took a pregnancy test and it came out positive. I didn’t want to believe it was real but it was. That’s why when you told me when I came back if I was fine, I knew it was wrong for me to keep it this long. But now you know, and I really was nervous if you were going to yell at me or something.”

“No, no, baby. This is the best thing that I am really looking forward too, especially now that you and the baby our my priority to take care of you both. No matter what, I want to be here for you and showing our baby girl or boy that his or her dad will promise to always take care of them. I love you so much my Dahlia,” Tommy said looking down at her flat stomach that will sometime later begin to grow a lovely bump.

“You will be there for our baby boy or our little girl. I know deep down that you will be the best dad that the baby will be lucky to have. We got this and we will work hard to give our child the best that we can. And I love you more my Tommy Conlon,” she said as she gave him another tender kiss knowing a bright future is awaiting for them.

Something that was well worth the wait and deserving.

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The Lycan & The Princess: A Forbidden Love Story

A/N: Hello everyone and I know what you’re thinking you have been away fro so long what happened?? I am sorry for not being active here guys I know it’s crazy how long I haven’t been in here. I have been away because of school, life, and also just having time for myself. And I am back and I will try to upload more here and there. I wanted to give you all a preview of what I wrote about a Lycan and a vampire princess. I recently started watching The Originals(thanks to my bf for recommending me it 🥰). And I thought why not make a story about a world where Lycans and vampires are forbidden to be friends and also lovers with each other but two. However there is two that break that number one rule. Ons is a Lycan called Matthias, and the other or royal blood named Otsana. Here is a small preview that I just wrote out of nowhere and I hope you all enjoy it. Let me know if you want more and see how this story goes. See you all later.

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~~~Preview~~~

“I don’t need you help you, you Lycan,” said Otsana huffing in and out of breath uncontrollably.

“Don’t be foolish princess, if you want to live come with me now,” said the male Lycan extending his hand towards her way.

Otsana refused his hand, knowing she was standing in front of her enemy that her father found disgusting. It has been written in the vampire rules that it was forbbiden that both Lycans and Vampires are not to be friends and moreover, and most importantly. Both breeds are banned to fall in love with each other, if found guilty both wound be sentenced to death. This was taught by her father, Marcus, ever since she turned 18 years old. He felt that her daughter was ready to teach her the ways of their people and preparing her to be queen one day and will be next in line to the throne. It was her purpose and destiny to lead her people and continuing the family legacy. Which Otsana gave her word, though she hated that her mother and father have already found a suitor for her.

Henry Dunkan was his name, handsome, hazel eyes, curly brown hair, and overall a boy that Otsana saw him as just a friend and nothing more. He didn’t seem to be the type of person that Otsana will feel unhappy since Henry, is the type of person to flirt with other She-Vampires. She despised it very much, seeing how many girls he has been with before they were told they were to be married. Though it is after all her duty to marry him, even if they both didn’t know each other much and they seem to not have a single spark between them. And so Otsana decided to do what ever arranged marriage girl would do. Run away from home.

“Come on Matthias. Leave the She-Vampire go,” said another human Lycan from behind him, suddenly transforming into his wolf form.

Matthias ignored his friend, still having his hand out towards the princess.

There were sudden growls and evil laughs heard in the distance. Otsana without saying another word, ran the other way towards her home.

“Wait no,” Matthias called out to her, but she was already gone in a speed of light.

Between her breaths and hearing the sound of her heartbeat, she ran as fast as she could through the Dark Woods. Hoping to make it out of alive and go straight back home. Until she heard the sound of growls and snarls once again. She picked up the pace, giving in everything she had in her. Suddenly without her noticing, A swift figure aggressively pushed her from her left side. Making her land hard in the dirt floor, hitting the side of her head on a hard stone. Groaning in pain, her vision became foggy feeling a stream of her crimson blood running down from her forehead. She tried to get up, but her body felt heavy and weak.

“What is a little vampire princess like you doing in these parts of the woods?” croaked one of the male incubus creatures.

Their faces appeared white like the dead, with hollow and sunken eyes that only you could see is blackness like the night. Their skin white as ash and wrinkled and dry.

Otsana tried to stay awake, but every time she wanted to get up on her feet, both her body and eyes would droop and fall back top the ground.

“Let’s finish her off quickly, before she becomes bitter and spoiled,” croaked another one, this time it was a woman’s voice.

The group of incubus started to circle around Otsana, aggressively smelling and craving for the princess’s blood.

“Don’t worry my child,” said the male incubus, grabbing a fist of her black hair with its hand making Otsana cry out in pain, “this will only be painful for a quick second.”

Bending her head back, exposing her fair neck, the incubus creature suddenly was swift away from Otsana’s grasp. The other incubus’s looked on with shock and fear. Seeing their leader being bitten on the side of his neck, screaming out in pain. Once he fell silent, the Lycan creature slowly turned around, with dry dark blood stained from mouth to chin. There was sudden howls that came from every direction, circling around them. The howls became in unison, ready to attack their preys in front of them.

“Lycans, attack them!!!,” commanded out a female incubus but it was too late.

Coming in fast from left to right, each Lycan caught one incubus after another. It was a bloodbath, every dead incubus creature fell to its doom. Otsana was going in and out of conscious. Her vision started to become more blurry by the second. Hearing screams from every direction, while the sound of bones being crushed together. Smelling the foul blood of the demon creatures gushing out from their bodies. In the corner of her right eye, she saw two Lycans decapitating a male incubus’s neck in one go. While the other, ripped off the side of its neck, leaving a high hole.

One by one fell, until there was nothing but body parts and pools of black blood. The Lycans then went back to their human forms, Matthias then ran towards Otsana. Which she didn’t notice his presence, until she caught the scent of incubus blood under his chin.

“Hey, you ok?” He asked her, but her hearing was muffled and became more exhausted.

Otsana suddenly saw blackness, feeling herself fall in slow motion. Matthias grabbed her gently in mid-air, while his right hand was resting against the back of her head, feeling her soft, black hair. Her presence caught Matthias attention for a second, not realizing he was memorizing every feature on Otsana’s beauty.

She is… like a…like a goddess…

“Matthias leave her, we have to get back to the our pack. Before more those fucking things come,” said his friend, Darko, while the other Lycans piled up the lifeless bodies of the incubus creatures in a pile.

Matthias only ignored his friend, as he gently hoisted Otsana in his arms. Feeling her head resting against his chest, which this made him feel warm inside.

“No. I’m not leaving her out here, she is still bleeding, we’re taking her back home with us.”

“Are you crazy, how will the chief think about us bring in a blood sucking creature into our home? I’m sure by the time we get there, her people will come looking for her,” said Darko, knowing that it was risky to bring in a vampire into their pack, especially if its a female.

“I don’t care right now, we have to take her in before she starts losing more blood.”

“Ugh! You’re unbelievable Matthias. Do you even worry or even care if our people gets attacked by this woman’s breed? Imagine if something happens to us, all of our fingers will be pointing to you, and mark my words Matthias. You will be the only one here to feel guilty and should have listen to me.”

“Darko. This is not the time that I don't want to talk about this. I know what will happen if her people will find out we have her with us.”

“Oh sure it looks like you do. So fucking pathetic and weak.”

Matthias gave Darko a wolf like growl sound, which his friend did the same in return.

“Enough! The both of you!,” said a female Lycan named Miriam, steeping in between the two men, “we have to keep going before more incubus’s come. Darko, yes your right about the royal Lucinda family. They will come looking for their princess but Matthias,” Miriam looked at his direction as she spoke on, “Once she is fully recovered from her wounds, she has to go without any excuse. Do you understand?”

Matthias only responded with a simple nod of his head, keeping his word. His friend Darko, wasn’t pleased with this but he just said nothing else.

The Lycan then carried Otsana with care, while the other Lycans then set the pile of the dead incubus creatures on fire. Only for a big campfire-life flame burst to life. Some of them turned back into their wolf forms making their way back to their home. While Matthias picked up the pace, holding onto Otsana in his large arms. Knowing the consequences that was waiting ahead of him, will be in his hands.

I hope the chief welcomes her, and see she’s not a threat… but a hope of a new future for both Lycans and Vampires…

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I’m Sorry

An Alfie Solomons X Freya(FemOC)One-Shot

A/N: Hello everyone I know I have ghosted for a while just school and other things have happened lately good and bad really. But enough said but here is a lovely lovely One-Shot that I had the honor with working with my bestie and lovely @i-love-th-characters1. We thought of this story out of nowhere and we decided to make Alfie be such a brute because we thought that Alfie never really apologizes so we decided to make this tale of him and we are very proud to share this short and yet long one shot of the lovely King of Camden Town and his beautiful Scandinavian. Gypsy Freya(our very own OC). Romance, Friendship, etc is presented before your eyes and I hope you all enjoy this as much as me and I-love had such a fun and brainstorming time to bring this to life. Without further ado please as always enjoy, Reblog, Comment, and thank you all for being around I appreciate it every single one of you.

Summary: ”I'm Sorry."

Two words that she never thought she would hear from the man in front of her. If she's honest, she did look at him like he had 3 heads. Silence took over as they both stared at each other, wondering who would break it as his apology lingered between them.

WARNING 18+: Fem is a Virgin, Lit SMUT, Cussing, Mentions of Alcohol, & Lots Fluff

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The old grandfather clock chimed throughout the small hallway indicating that it was past 10 o'clock at night. Freya was peacefully sitting on the red velvet couch facing the small chimney fireplace. While in her hands she continued to read a book that she got from one of the bookshelves. Cyril was lying next to her feet on the floor while the smooth breeze of the ocean outside the window came inside the lit-up living room. Freya let out a low sigh placing the closed book on top of her lap feeling uneasy about Alfie not arriving home yet.

“Where could he be, it’s getting late?” she said out loud resting her back against the head of the couch hearing the crackling sound of the fireplace continuing to burn.

Feeling like time was going slow for Freya, Sophia, their young maid, appeared inside the living room making Cyril lift his head up from his nap.

“Would you like me to get you anything else for tonight Mrs. Solomons?” the young girl asked while picking up the silver tray from the small brown table in front of Freya.

“No, I’m quite alright now, Sophia thank you. It's best you head home. I'm still waiting for Alfie to arrive from his workplace. Don’t you worry about me, I can take care of the rest of the house. You have done a lot today which I appreciate very much and so does Alfie but enough said. Oh, and yes, your payment for this week's salary I’ll get that right away for you my dear. I’ll be right back,” Freya said, walking her way out of the living room to head to Alfie’s office, while Sophia put away the tea tray in the kitchen area.

A few minutes later Freya returned with the young woman’s payment in her hands, she saw Sophia giving cuddles and scratches to the big Bullmastiff. She smiled at the site while the big dog lay on his back enjoying the amount of attention he was getting from the young housemaid.

“Silly Cyril you, now come on then off to bed with you. Go on shoo, shoo,” Freya clapped commanding the big brown mutt to go away but was not listening.

“Hehe, seems he doesn't want to go to bed just yet, but I must go now Cyril I’ll see you tomorrow you sweet dog,” Sophia cooed raising herself on her feet smoothing out her white shirt dress.

“Here you go love,” Freya said handing over the young woman’s money as she continued speaking, “We’ll see you at the same hour in the morning as always, you walk safely back home now. Goodnight Sophia.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Solomons, and I’ll be here at 7 in the morning sharp like I always do. And it is a pleasure to serve you and Mr. Solomon-.”

The front door suddenly burst open making both women jump back in fright, noticing Alfie angrily mumbling some words under his breath. Both Sophia and Freya couldn't quite catch what he was saying, as he shut the door with force.

“Fuckin’ hell can tonight be something more difficult than the other nights,” Alfie loudly said walking his way towards his office room not noticing the girl's presence who have been seeing his small tantrum all this time.

“Umm, well then that means he didn’t have a good day at work I suppose. I apologize for my husband's behavior Sophia, he really isn't like this every night believe me. Anyways again goodnight dear, until the morning,” said Freya, opening the door for Sophia feeling embarrassed on the inside from Alfie’s actions.

After Sophia left the house, Freya with a small temper growing from inside, quickly walked her way toward her husband's private office. Cyril followed right behind as she opened the door with ferocity, seeing his back facing her way.

“What the fuck is the matter with you, Alfie? Have you gone out of your mind coming back home with that temperament?” Freya questioned, closing the door behind her and crossing her arms in front of her chest glaring her eyes directed at him.

“So fuckin’ what, eh? I can act whatever way I want, yea, you won’ understand the amount of shit I went through today,” he said, forwarding himself on his knuckles on top of his desk, letting out a big frustrated sigh.

Freya let out a slow sigh trying her best to steady her breathing, wanting to try and communicate with her loving husband. She felt her body relax until she talked to Alfie once again.

“Alfie, talk to me, you know you can always tell me what is wrong,” Freya said, placing a gentle hand on top of his left shoulder but he shoved her hand away from him startling her with fright.

“Why would you fuckin’ care about what happened to me at the job today, it's business that you won’t understand. And now you here telling me ‘what is wrong,’ like if talkin’ will make me feel better,” he said giving a menacing look at his wife, Freya felt chills forming through her body appalled by how Alfie was raising his voice at her.

“Are you listening to yourself, Alfie?” Freya now had her voice raised while her hands turned into tight fists as she continued on speaking, “What is the matter with you, how dare you're raising your voice at me when it isn’t my fault you had a terrible day at work. And you're standing here taking your anger out on me. Who by the way is your wife? Who wants to try and understand what the hell caused you to act like this.”

“Do me a favor, my dear yea? Why don’ you just leave me alone and shut your goddamn mouth and instead you can fuck off from my site yea! You're makin’ my damn head hurt more just by looking at your face,” he said breathing heavily in and out from his nostrils, Freya stayed silent feeling as though a sharp knife stabbed through her heart.

Not wanting to stay any longer Freya angrily walked out of Alfie’s private office, shutting the brown door with a loud bang. She leaned her back against the wooden door placing her hands over her eyes and letting out a small quiet whimper. She felt tears forming through her dark hazel eyes, inhaling a long breath of air as she walked her way through the small hallway. She grabbed a long black scarf from the coat hanger and wrapped the material around her shoulders. Freya made her way out of her house without a care in the world, as some thunder was heard in the far distance. Indicating that a storm was coming in but that didn’t stop her from walking her way to who knows where. Back inside the house, Alfie took out a bottle of whiskey from a side drawer of his desk. Before opening the cap, he stared at the bottle for a moment until he saw Freya’s face.

Realizing what he did and said to her was incredibly wrong and inside his soul, he was regretting it ever so much. Grabbing the whiskey bottle with his right hand he frustratingly threw it across the room, making a big splatter spot on the wall. Along with the pieces of glass shattered throughout the floor as he let himself fall on top of his armchair. Tilting his head back looking up at nothing else but the ceiling, exhaling a long sigh while he had his eyes closed.

What the fuck did I just do… I’m such a fuckin’ idiot…

Alfie walked his way out of his office room, walking through the hallway towards the stairs that led up to the second floor. Cyril walked alongside him making their way up wanting to apologize to her for acting such a dick towards her knowing that his anger got the best of him. Alfie reached the bedroom door and before going inside he softly knocked on it.

“Freya… sweetheart, I’m… forgive me for screaming at you. I… I don’t know what came over me,” Alfie said, letting out a disappointed sigh and placing his right hand on the doorknob making his way slowly inside the room.

But to his shock, she was nowhere to be found inside but only their empty bed and a small table lamp on the other side of the room. Alfie panicked feeling his heart racing out of control, as he walked his way back down the first floor.

“Freya. Freya, where are you?” he called out looking from one room to the other, not finding any trace of her whereabouts.

Alfie started to become more agitated after failing to find her in every part of the house thinking about where she could be or run off to. Alfie caressed his fingers through his short brown locks, letting out another irritated sigh. Wondering where Freya could have gone too and somewhere he and she would know to go when they wanted to clear their heads out. That's when it suddenly hit him where exactly Freya could have gone to.

The old stone bridge… she must have gone there…

Alfie didn't wait another minute to pass by and made his way out of the house, leaving Cyril all alone in the house. Outside the dark chilly night, it started pouring small drops of rain as Alfie walked his way towards the path that leads to the old bridge. Where they met for the first time when they were in their adolescent years. He only hoped and prayed that Freya made it there safely the rain however only continued to come down heavily.

This is all my fault…my own damn fucking guilt…

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14 Years Ago: Somewhere In Camden Town

"Follow the path, Cyril. You know better." A young Alfie told his then puppy.

The pup happily sniffed and walked along the path again, a path he and Alfie took for their afternoon walks for a few months now. It was all very familiar to both boys. Today was no different, or at least, it wasn't supposed to be. Yet, their ears picked up on something.

"Stop." Alfie whispered to his pup who stayed in place in front of him, waiting for his owner to be closer.

Looking around, Alfie couldn't place where the sudden singing was coming from. Not that he minded the joyous and raucous tune, but the path is known to be private, which is why he began walking Cyril here two months ago. Straining his sight again, he finally saw a figure under the old stone bridge.

A young woman, to be exact. She was dancing while singing. Her swaying movements and the unfamiliar tune was like a siren's song to the young man and his puppy. Neither even felt themselves starting to walk in her direction. Their feet simply had minds of their own. Slowly, they approached the young woman who hadn't seen or heard them yet. She was too busy dancing her heart out, the jingling of her many necklaces clinking against each other adding a different beat to the, what Alfie could tell was a, foreign song. He was in a trance as he watched her body move. Nothing provocative, nothing grand. She just seemed so free. Cyril looked up at his owner, wondering why he hadn't said anything yet if he liked seeing the girl dance so much. So, being the curious puppy he was, he happily barked.

The echoing noise immediately had the young woman stopping her movements and her song as she sharply inhaled, clearly startled as she looked towards the direction in which the bark came from.

"No, no, shh." Alfie told his dog as he tried to subdue the embarrassment he began to feel since he had gotten caught staring.

Instead of being able to control his puppy, Cyril barked again, and again, and again. His tail was wagging and his ears stood up halfway as he wondered why the girl wasn't singing or dancing anymore as she kept looking at them. Alfie wasn't sure what to do as he looked up from his dog. His eyes met the young woman's, and he could tell that she was either seconds from running away or she was too scared to move and was hoping they'd leave first. He knew one thing was for certain; neither parties moved from their spots as they simply stared at each other.

He could tell she wasn't from here. He had never seen her in the town, much less under the old bridge that he has been passing under daily for two months. He softly cleared his throat as he gave her a tiny nod, unsure of what to do as she kept looking at them. He wasn't sure if she'd do them both harm, though she didn't seem to be a bad person. Cyril, on the other hand, was still curious about this girl who seemed so free a moment ago and was now hesitant to leave the safety of the shadows of the bridge.

So, Cyril took matters into his own paws and sniffed the trail as he wandered over to where she was standing. He was surprised when Alfie didn't bother stopping him. Looking up at the girl who slowly looked down at him, Cyril barked, wagging his tail to let her know he was friendly. He sensed that she was being cautious, and the pup didn't blame her. He and his owner were strangers to her after all. He sat in place and softly whined, giving her the best puppy eyes that he could muster. Alfie took cautious steps towards the two, stopping just under the beginning of the bridge.

He watched her necklaces clink together as she slowly moved to kneel down in front of the puppy. Cyril immediately climbed into her lap, causing the young woman to seem taken back by the gentle action. The pup nudged one of her hands with his small nose, letting her know it was alright to pet him. Carefully, she very lightly patted his back, now curious about the tiny animal in her lap who seemed happy to see her. So she patted him again, and again, and again. Each time, she grew less afraid, less cautious, and soon, Alfie felt himself smiling as he watched her scratch Cyril on his belly which caused one of the pup's back legs to scratch the air.

He found her smile breathtaking, even if it was directed at his dog and not him.

"I…um, we're sorry for interrupting you." He said, noticing how her eyes were taking all of him in.

It made him feel too warm for his own comfort, but some tiny part of him deep down enjoyed the attention from this beautiful young woman.

She only gave him another smile, seeming confused as to what he was saying. Deciding to try and help the situation, Alfie carefully kneeled down in front of her and his pup, hoping she could tell that they're both friendly and meant her no harm.

"Cyril." He told her, pointing at the puppy.

She tilted her head slightly to the right, still seeming confused.

"Cy-ril." Alfie repeated, only slower this time so she could grasp the name.

She looked at the dog, slowly nodding. Though she didn't say anything, Alfie knew she understood. Suddenly, she was pointing at him, head tilting to the right again.

"I'm Alfie." He said, placing one of his hands on his chest.

Her eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Al-fie. Al-fie." He slowly repeated, being patient with her.

She gave him a slow nod, understanding that he was introducing himself.

"Alfie Solomons. I live here, in Camden. Do…Do you live here?" He asked, only to receive no answer.

They both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Freya," She softly spoke, copying him and placing one of her hands on her chest,

"Fre-ya." She said with a smile.

"Freya." He repeated the name, liking how it rolled off his tongue.

She happily nodded after he had said it. He stretched out his right hand towards her, watching as she looked at it with curiosity.

"You give me your left hand, and we shake 'em together. That's how you greet someone who you just met." He explained.

Freya still didn't understand, so he gently took her left hand in his right one. Very slowly, he shook hands with her, noticing that she seemed to be paying close attention.

"It's nice to meet you." He said, adding a slight smile for good measure.

He tried to let go of her hand, but she didn't want to let him go. She had never been so patiently dealt with by someone foreign to her. Alfie felt himself blushing as they just awkwardly kept holding hands, wondering why she would choose to keep holding on to him.

"Do you live here?" He asked her again, only to earn another head tilt.

"Um,"

His mind was racing as he thought of ways to gesture at a house or anything that resembled a home. Suddenly, an idea hit him as he spotted a small twig beside his leg. She let go of his hand as his other began picking up the twig. He did the best that he could to draw an outline of a house between them on the sand beneath their legs.

"Home?" He asked, motioning to his simple drawing.

All Freya did was curiously look at him before something visibly clicked within her. She pointed to the twig, and Alfie quickly gave it to her. He was so caught up in looking her over that he hadn't realized what she was doing. That is, until a voice was heard in the far distance.

"Freya!" A man's voice shouted.

Alfie watched as she happily turned around, looking towards where the voice came from. Turning again to face her new friend, she pointed behind her.

"Tata." She said with a smile.

Now it was Alfie's turn to give her a look of confusion, watching as she handed a snoozing Cyril to him before she carefully rose to her feet. He quickly followed, careful to not wake his puppy.

"Freya!" The man's voice shouted again, sounding slightly closer this time.

"Tata." The young woman repeated to Alfie who gave her a slow nod.

Then it clicked.

'Must be her father.' He thought as she gave him another smile.

"Home." She softly added as she tried her best to copy how he had pronounced the singular word, once again pointing in the same direction she had a moment ago.

"Oh, right, yeah. I best be headin' back myself.

"Home?" She asked with a curious expression, her words laced with happiness.

"Yes. My home is that way." He answered with a slight smile, pointing behind him, his thumb gesturing towards the path he and Cyril took.

"Jutro." She said with a look of hope.

Once again, he was confused.

"Jutro?" She asked instead, hoping it would make a difference.

"I…I don't understand." He softly explained, taking a step closer to her.

"Jutro…jutro." She slowly repeated, making a gesture with her hands as she also took a step closer towards him.

Alfie paid close attention, trying to grasp what she meant as he closely watched her hands. Her left hand stayed still as her right one moved back to the front over her left.

"Jutro?" She asked in a whisper.

Then it hit him.

"Tomorrow!" He blurted out, finally understanding.

"Jutro!" She happily hummed out, grateful that he knew what she meant.

"I'll come back tomorrow. Me and Cyril," He pointed to himself and his pup,

"Will meet you," He pointed at her,

"Here." He promised as he pointed between them.

They were both happy that they had reached an agreement, just in time, as her father called out a third time, the voice closer now. She reached towards Cyril, giving his head a loving pat, being careful to not wake him. With a final look to Alfie, Freya slowly waved at him, giving him such a sweet smile before she hurried out from under the old stone bridge. He watched as she soon disappeared into the fog that was covering the far distance of Camden.

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Some Time Later

Freya, Alfie, and Cyril were inseparable. Wherever one was, so were the other two. The three spent much time each day under the stone bridge. It was mostly because Freya was scared to leave its safety. She had never dared go past the bridge, and Alfie never forced her. Until one month later when one particular morning Cyril had stepped on a small thorn and Alfie wasn't sure what was wrong with his pup.

"Mate, you're limping." He said in concern as Cyril sat in place.

Squatting down, Alfie carefully looked over his whimpering pup, trying to figure out what the source behind the discomfort was.

"Alfie!" Freya happily called out to him from under the bridge.

Looking towards her, he waved at her since she was waving at him.

"I'll be just a second, alright? Something is wrong with Cyril." He called out to her as worry towards his dog's health began creeping into his head.

Freya quietly watched as Alfie sat on the floor and Cyril didn't climb in his lap. In her eyes, it was all too strange that the puppy would rather sit on the floor than in his owner's lap because Cyril loves being in her and Alfie's laps.

She could hear Alfie talking to Cyril, but all he would get in return were whines and whimpers of discomfort. Worry rose within her, and it was so fast in that moment that she hadn't realized her feet had minds of their own. They quickly walked her out from under the bridge and towards her friends. She sat beside Alfie, who glanced over at her then back to his dog, but then he quickly fully looked over at her.

"Cyril." She said in worry with a small frown.

Carefully, she picked him up, doing some inspecting of her own to see if Alfie possibly missed something when he had done the same just a second ago.

"Freya, you're-"

"Found it." She announced as she very gently laid the dog on her lap.

She spotted a very small thorn wedged between the pads of his left back paw.

"A thorn?" He asked her as she held it up for him to see.

"Yes." She answered before flicking it away from them.

"Better, Cyril?" She asked the pup as she set him on all fours.

He happily wagged his tail before barking, obviously in a much better mood.

"Freya,"

She turned to look at Alfie who wore a surprised expression on his face.

"Yes?" She asks curiously.

"You're out from under the bridge." He told her gently.

She looked behind them, finding he was correct. She had left the safety of the bridge. Yet it didn't feel different now that she was out from under there. She was with Alfie and Cyril, which made everything seem normal.

"Is good?" She hesitantly asked him.

He gently smiled at her, enjoying that she had learned the English language so quickly with his help.

"Do you feel good about being here in the open?" He asked her.

After giving the question some thought, she nodded, giving him a smile in return.

"Then this means I can show ya the shops in the town." He excitedly said, and the thought of seeing all the different stores and products they have to offer caused her to smile again.

That day, while they were in town, he asked her if she would allow him to be her boyfriend. She looked at him in slight shock as she thought of what he had just asked.

"If you don't want to be with me, I understand. It's just…I fancy you so much, Freya. You understand me like no one else does. You're beautiful and kind. Your nature is to heal and comfort. Mine is to destroy and create chaos. But none of that happens when I'm with you."

"Yes." She answered once his words ceased.

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Slowly, big smiles began to spread across their lips before she happily hugged him. He hugged her back, holding her tightly as she excitedly giggled into his chest.

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1914: World War I

Two months passed before their lives drastically changed. A war had begun, and by what Alfie told Freya, any and all help was needed.

"They sent me this." He told her, holding up a folded paper.

"What is it?" She hesitantly asked.

He took a good long look at her. He didn't want to tell her. He couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the sadness he knew would be on her face. He didn't want to tell her that he might die far away from home. Yet he forced himself to answer her.

"It's a letter. I've been…"

She stepped closer to him, seeing the worry in his eyes,

"I've been drafted. They need me to go fight. I leave in two weeks."

Silence lingered between them as they looked at each other.

"You can't leave." She whispered as a small frown took over her lips.

"I have to. They'll punish me if I don't." He softly explained.

"But…But what if you don't return?" She asked him.

Tears began to form in her eyes, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her.

"I will. I will return. That much I promise you."

Those two weeks were spent with each other. The young couple felt that they couldn't get enough time together as the day they both dreaded quickly approached. When that morning came, the two closely stayed by each other's sides as they waited for the designated train to pull into the station.

Freya couldn't stop thinking about how to help Alfie feel less nervous. He was holding her hand as if his life depended on it. Then it dawned on her.

She moved to take off one of the many necklaces that hung around her neck. Making sure she had the one she wanted, she moved to stand in front of her boyfriend. He looked at her with curious eyes, wondering what she was doing. He had his answer when she held the necklace towards him. Understanding that she was trying to help, he slightly dipped his head down and felt her carefully slip it over his head. As it rested against his chest, he looked down at it, finding a small coin-sized plate hanging from the chain. The name of his girlfriend was engraved in a fancy font on the face of it.

She had opened her mouth to speak, but the train was coming into the station, blaring its horn in the process. The other men, young and older and who had also received a letter that requested their help in the war, began saying goodbye to their significant others or their families. Slowly, Freya's eyes met Alfie's.

"I promise to come back to you. No matter how far away I am, you'll be here in my heart. That's why you gave me this, right?" He asked as he pointed to the necklace.

"Yes." She answered in a whisper.

The train horn blared again, and even though the recruited men didn't want to, they all began lining up beside the train car to board it. Mothers and wives were crying while waving their sons and husbands off. Looking down at Freya, Alfie tightly embraced her. It was warm and loving, and neither wanted to let go. Reluctantly, he was the first to pull away after a solid minute.

"Don't cry, my love." He whispered as he gently wiped away her tears.

She placed her hands over his own, wanting to feel them in hers one last time until who knew how long. He leaned down, placing his mouth over hers, and she followed along by closing the space between them. The kiss was beautiful; familiar, and slow as they tried to be physically connected for as long as they could. When they couldn't breathe anymore, they pulled away, and after they caught their breaths, she sadly watched as he picked up his bags.

"Can I ask you for a favor?" He spoke softly.

"Anything." She answered quickly.

"Will you please look after Cyril and collect my mail while I'm gone? I don't get much, if any, but I'll write to you every chance I get." He explained.

She gave him a nod as it sank in for both of them that they were not dreaming and would be apart with neither knowing for how long. With an apologetic expression towards her, he began to also join the long line of recruited men.

He was only 15 feet away from her, yet she was already missing his touch. So, she did what any love stricken girlfriend would do.

"Alfie!" She called out.

He was about to fill an empty spot in the line when he quickly turned around. He was met by Freya rushing towards him, and just before he could drop his bags, her arms were around his neck. The force that came with her was so great that he almost lost his balance, but the young men on his right and left sides steadied him. They gave him knowing smiles as they took his bags and held them for him. His arms were wrapping themselves around her waist once his hands were free.

When she looked up at him, they kissed again, the action done in haste as the train horn was heard again. When they pulled away, Alfie rested his forehead against hers.

"I love you." He told her with such seriousness that she couldn't help but smile.

"I love you, too." She responded, and he slowly began to let go of her just like she did to him. The warmth they both felt from the embrace quickly turned cold as the two young men handed Alfie his bags again. Freya smiled sadly at him, earning the same smile from him.

A woman gently pulled her away from the line as it shortened, telling her that it was safer to wait by the waiting area than be too close to the tracks. Freya learned that the woman was a mother and had just said goodbye to her three sons. They both stood together, watching in fear and sadness as the train began to slowly take off. Alfie waved at her, just like the woman's sons did. The four had gotten seats right beside some windows. Freya waved back at him, trying her best to not cry so Alfie wouldn't remember her like that.

From that day, exactly one week passed until she heard from him. She was sitting in the living room of his home. Cyril was lying beside her as they both occupied the longest sofa. As she went through the mail to see if he had written to her, her heart raced when she saw her name on one envelope. She dropped the other few envelopes to the floor and got to opening hers right away. Her eyes were met by her boyfriend's handwriting, and they didn't hesitate to begin reading.

'Freya,

I am missing you. I know it has just been a couple of days, but I cannot wait to see you again. It is hard to be away from you for this war against France. I know that what I am doing is for the good of people, but nothing truly feels good without you. I am hoping to see you again soon. But, until then, know that I love you dearly and that I left my heart with you, my darling.

I love you,

-Alfie

Tears ran down her cheeks as she realized that only a week had passed. How long would it be until they saw each other again? Would he make it back? Would this war turn him into someone she wouldn't recognize when…if…he returned? Looking at Cyril, who was closely watching her, Freya continued to softly cry. The dog became concerned, so he moved his head to be in her lap. As soon as she felt Cyril's weight, she hugged him, crying into his fur as he lowly whined. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“Freya. Freya, can you hear me love?” Alfie called out walking through the big green forest both his shoulders and hair drenched in rain.

He has been calling out for his wife for an hour or so hoping that she didn’t go far from where they lived. Beneath his shoes the pathway was muddy in some spots trying his best to not slip. Some paces later Alfie saw a black smokey cloud in the distance. At first he thought it would be Freya’s family that were set at camp but as he made his way towards the cloud. It turned out to be the old stone bridge where he and Freya would mostly spend time together and where they first met all those years ago. It’s like he could remember it like it was yesterday.

How time flies so fast…

Seeing the smoke coming from underneath he carefully made his way down a steep path. Once making it down Alfie embraced the site of the old bridge placing a hand against its few stones. Remembering the old days of both him and Freya’s life when they would meet each other secretly. Until Freya’s father found out about their meetups one day and it caused both of them to not see or speak to each other for weeks. But eventually Freya told her father that Alfie was nothing but a gentleman and a marvelous boy towards her. Knowing that Alfie wasn’t never the type of man to lay a hand on her for any reason. Her father at first didn’t believe in her daughter for a while but eventually when one day Alfie without feeling afraid. Went to visit her home and talked with her family hoping that they will see a different perspective and let Freya be his friend.

“If you ever do anything that will harm my lovely daughter you stay away from us and never come back. Is that understood boy?” Said Harald Freya’s father pointing a sharp finger at the young boy which in reply a nod in agreement.

And after that discussion Freya was free to see and speak with Alfie which she was relieved that her father finally let her see her friend. It was as if that event just happened yesterday how he wished to relive that moment one more time.

Alfie then made his way towards the large opening of the bridge where he found Freya sitting on the wet cold ground. Hugging her legs together while she stared at the small campfire she made not too long ago. Her long dark brown hair was wet from the rain as well as her clothes. It didn’t bother her since she is after all a gypsy who has traveled to many places. And the rain was one of her favorite weathers feeling like she is at peace for the most part. Freya didn’t notice his presence until Alfie sat next to her. She scooted a bit to the side still feeling upset towards him not forgetting what he told her earlier. Alfie noticed this not wanting to push her buttons anymore knowing he has caused so much tonight. The crackling sound of the wood against the fire continued and Freya and Alfie didn't say much for a moment. While the sound of faint thunder was heard far towards the distance as the drops of water continued to gently pour down. Alfie wanted to say something at first but he didn’t feel brave to say anything yet. Freya tightens her long black scarf around her shoulders, feeling the cool wind feeling shivers running through her body. Noticing this Alfie without exchanging any words removed his long black coat from himself. He gently placed the warm material over Freya making her flinch but yet welcomed it. She looked him in the eyes giving off a small faint smile nodding her head in “thank you.” Alfie returned the gesture they both didn’t say much again. As some time has passed for too long Alfie finally surprising himself at the words he said next.

“I’m sorry,” is all that he could say looking forward to the fireplace.

When Freya heard him say those two words she looked at him with a confused look. Not believing in what he just heard him say.

“What did you say?” She then said wanting to make sure she heard him correctly.

Before he said anything he sat straight while clearing his throat. He turned to see his wife having to repeat himself again. Inhaling a small breath he heard himself again saying those two words he mostly never says until now.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you back at home my love. My frustration and stubbornness got the best of me and I never meant to say those things to you either. Work has been a pain in the ass these past couple of days and today was the worst of them all,” he says, lowering his eyes looking at his hands biting his lips together as he went on, “once those words came out of me mouth I knew I'd made a terrible mistake. Looking at your eyes I saw how hurt you felt and I wanted to just kill myself then and there for what I have said to the love of my life. I just…just.”

Freya could see the tears forming against his blue eyes knowing that he meant every word that he was saying to her. Seeing and hearing the guilt in his eyes and voice wishing he could take back what he didn’t mean to say. She also felt her eyes filling with tears as one teardrop stream down the corner of her right eye gently wiping it away with the back of her right hand. No words were exchanged Freya tightly hugged Alfie around his neck almost making him tilt to the side. But they both steadied themselves; she then felt his arms wrapping around her embracing in each other's arms.

“I know you didn’t mean those words my love, but that doesn’t make me stop loving you no matter what. I love you so much my Alfie, like you don’t imagine,” she said leaning back to look him in the eyes, placing her right hand against his left cheek as their foreheads touch each other.

“I promise you at this very moment that I’ll not let my emotions get to me very easily. Because I never want to see my flower look sad and hurt ever again. And I love you too my Freya like you don’t know either,” he said back, placing a small light kiss on top of her forehead.

“I hope you know I’m not one of your workers who will tolerate your screaming and shouting, Alfie. I'm your wife." Freya reminds her husband placing both her hands on each side of his cheeks.

Alfie nods immediately. "I know, sweetheart.”

"Don't you ever do this to me again, yes?” Freya says, sounding not too angry anymore with a more relaxed smile.

He gives her a small smile while nodding again. "I wouldn't dream of it." He says as he gets closer to her.

She can't stay mad at him forever, so she also gets closer to him. He leans down to kiss her, and when their lips touch, it all comes flooding back to him. The very first moment they shared their love for each other.

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She could only imagine the beautiful bodies of other young women he had seen before she had ever met him. How could she compare? Surely they were much more beautiful than she. Every scar she had ever earned, from quick evacuations with her family when they encountered danger throughout their travels, were on display. They were like directions to every imperfection she had. Yet there she stood in front of the edge of his bed, bare. He stood before her, wearing only boxers. His bright blue-green eyes drank in every centimeter of her skin before they looked deep into her eyes.

"Freya,"

The way her name gently left his mouth made her heavily blush. All she could hear in his words was love. The emotion was very clear, and it gave her some relief, but not enough to wash her nerves away entirely.

“You’re absolutely stunning; a vision, a work of art.” He spoke, genuinely meaning every word.

He slowly closed the space between them, his eyes staying on her face the whole time as he walked a few steps towards her. She suddenly held her breath. She didn’t want to tell him that this was her first time having sex.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a whisper.

He could see there was some concern written on her face, and it only grew the more he looked at her.

“Alife, I…”

He patiently waited for her to say what she needed,

“I’ve never had sex.”

His face grew pink at her confession.

“We don’t have to do anythin’, love. I would hate to make you uncomfortable.”

“I want to.” She quickly assured him.

Silence took over between them as they stared at each other.

“Neither have I.” He confessed.

“What?” She asked softly.

“I’ve also never had sex.” He clarifies.

“Do you still want to…with me?” She asked with hesitance.

“It would be an honor to have you be my first, my darling.” He answered.

She smiled up at him as her body relaxed a bit more. Slowly, she reached towards him, lightly placing her hands on his bare chest. It showed scars, all of them proof of his time away from home and fighting against enemies. A small smile crossed his lips as he placed his right hand at the back of her neck. His left hand made itself at home at her lower back. Before she knew it, he gently laid her down on his bed, helping her get more comfortable before he was hovering over her. His body was flush against hers but he made sure to keep his weight off her.

“I’ll look after you, my love.” The promise was said in a gentle voice, and it caused the rest of her nervousness to fade away.

Slowly, he dipped his head down and his lips began to pay special attention to the crook of her neck, leaving gentle kisses along one side. A sharp inhale had him straightening up. His eyes met hers, only to receive a nod.

“I’m alright.” She whispered as a blush appeared.

“I will not hurt you.” He spoke once he realized that she had been enjoying herself.

Her focus on the soft pressure of his lips against the skin of her neck was broken when an entirely new sensation caught her by surprise. His right hand had begun to slowly trail up the inside of her leg. It traveled up slowly, leaving goosebumps behind as it rested on her hip. Lifting his head once again, his eyes were glued to her. He needed to make sure she was okay with what he was doing. The look of sheer lust in his girlfriend’s eyes was enough to send a blush erupting through his cheeks. He never removed his gaze from her face as his hands met at her underbust.

“May I?” He asks, hoping he didn’t sound as nervous as he felt.

“Please.” She answered, arching her back off of the bed.

He wasn’t sure if it had been the way she sweetly exhaled his name or if the sight of her so eager to be felt by him caused confidence to surge through him, but he was grateful that she trusted him so much. Slowly, his hands made their way up her sides, stopping on either side of her breasts. Very gently, he cupped them at the same time, earning a satisfied hum from her.

“You’re warm.” She spoke, causing a chuckle to leave his mouth.

“That’s one of the reasons you’re with me, innit?” He asked, watching a smile form on her lips.

“One of many.” She answered, closing her eyes as his large, calloused hands began to completely cover her breasts.

It was a nice contrast of rough against smooth. She enjoyed the way his hands held her so perfectly as his lips began kissing down her chest. They moved to kiss her left breast, then her right, and each kiss felt better than the last. He loved the way her back arched into him; it told him that he was doing a good job so far, and he wanted to keep that up. His index and thumb fingers found her nipples, and he gently began rolling them between his fingers at the same time.

“Oh!” She moaned out.

Her hands reached out to grab his arms, but by no means was she trying to get him to stop. Instead, she pulled him closer, and her fingers threaded his hair. She could feel immense heat between her legs, knowing that as much as she wanted to take it slow, she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her eagerness aroused him so much that his erect cock was throbbing in his boxers. Yet, he didn’t want to rush anything, for her sake. The last thing he wanted was to wind up hurting her unintentionally. His lips continued their kisses along her chest, leaving light love bites here and there, before they trailed kisses up to her neck. One of his hands left one of her breasts to gently glide down her stomach and stopped just above the place she needed his touch the most. She moaned into his mouth, hoping to convey her feeling of arousal to him enough for him to be bold enough to touch her.

“Alfie, please.” She whimpered after they pulled away.

“You’re sure?” He hesitantly asked.

“Very sure. I need you.”

“Say less, my darling.” He hummed out.

He never removed his gaze from her face, his eyes boring into hers as his hands continued to move down her body while his mouth kissed every inch of her skin that was available. Finally, his fingers rested at her core, and the heat radiating from it was enough to make him groan in approval. Very slowly, his fingers circled her clit, and the look of pure relief flooded her face just as her head tilted back. Her back arched off of the bed and her hands found his hair to grab hold of.

“Alfie…”

The way she moaned his name had him circling her clit a little faster, wanting to see if the same blissful look would cross her face again. It did, and it made him so happy to see her enjoying his touch. His hands had done unspeakable things during the war, but none of that was important in that moment. Very slowly, he slid his finger inside of her, the accumulation of her arousal having made it an easy entrance. He slowly groaned as he felt her walls take his finger deeper, tightening around it while he gently moved it around inside of her.

“You alright, love?” He asked, earning a moan in response.

“More.” She breathlessly answered.

“You’re sure?” He asked, slowing his movements.

He stood up with his finger still inside of her, but he froze in place when she gave him a look of pure need.

“I want you to make me yours.” She answered with such a seriousness that had his heart fluttering in his chest.

“You're…sure?” He asked again as he hovered over her.

“Yes.” She answered.

His free hand made its way behind her head, lifting it enough so their mouth could meet for a loving kiss. He removed his finger from her aching walls and that hand swiftly slid down his boxers. No longer was there a barrier between them, and while it made her nervous, she found herself excited to finally be one with her boyfriend. He adjusted himself between her legs, gently parting them even more. When she caught a glimpse of his erection, heat flooded her face. It looked much too big to fit inside of her.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, having seen the way her eyes went a bit wide.

“No.” She quickly answered.

“Make me yours.”

Slowly, he brushed his cock along her soaking wet lips, causing them to slightly part. Then, very gently, he began pushing himself inside of her. Their groans harmonized for a few seconds as he stayed put for a few moments, allowing her to adjust to him. Everything felt so warm and so right when their lips connected once again.

“You feel amazing.” He heavily sighed, the sound sending pleasant shivers up her spine.

Her walls clenched around him each time he moved, the motion carefully done before he drove himself deeper. He held her body close against his, hoping to ease any pain that she felt. They lasted several minutes in that same position before her legs were wrapping around his waist. Their eyes met, and he could tell that she wanted more. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. The speed of his thrusting increased, and it wasn’t long until both of them were moaning messes. She didn’t even have time to process the entirety of what was happening to her before she felt an all too strong sensation flood her body that caused her senses to be at a standstill. He stopped moving, wanting to make sure she was alright as her high ended a moment later. He peppered her face with gentle kisses before his lips were covering hers.

“Freya, I…I’m close.” He warned her when he felt her walls fluttering around him.

She tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, preparing herself for what was to happen. He was about to move away from her to pull out, but she was quick to stop him by his shoulders.

“Fill me.”

A look of shock covered his facial features when he realized she was being serious.

“Please.” She begged, and the whine alone was enough for him to give in.

Hugging her to himself once again, he thrusted into her a few more times before he was groaning into one side of her neck. She softly moaned at feeling his hot cum filling her. He stayed inside of her for another minute before very carefully pulling out. He was quick to lay beside her, wrapping her up in his arms as she curled into his body. He reached for his discarded shirt, draping it over her as they both caught their breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked, being the first to break the comfortable silence that filled his bedroom.

“Yes. Are you?” She softly asked in return.

“Yes.”

“Thank you.”

He looked down at her and gave her a small smile.

“Love, I should be the one thankin’ you for trustin’ me so much.”

She smiled at his words as he kissed her head.

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Epilogue: 5 years Later

“Where are those two rascals off too again?” Freya said to herself looking around from one room to another.

It has been a while since they moved out from Camden Town where Alfie was lucky enough to inherit a house near the beach. Margate was the name and it has been treating them fairly well where there was nothing else but a wonderful view of the sea and most of all quietness. But that wasn’t the only thing that brought the couple closer together.

The sound of a small giggle was heard somewhere beyond the hallways which Freya knew exactly who it belonged to.

“Alright now come out, come out wherever you all are,” called our Freya quietly tiptoeing her way towards where the chuckles were coming from.

After Alfie and Freya got married some 3 years ago they afterwards welcomed their first child. It was such a blessing for the married couple that Alfie thought it was all a dream. Ellie was the baby girl's name, brown eyes like her mothers with a mix of stubbornness just like her father. It was a day to remember when they heard their baby’s first breath. Ever since that day Alfie was determined to be by his wife’s side, not caring if the distillery could continue without him. What mattered to him the most was his wife and daughter helping Freya out whenever she needed some time away from the baby. One late night however when Ellie was crying for hours Alfie took the baby in his arms while rocking against a wooden chair. He started to sing a lullaby to her in his mothers tongue which surprisingly made the little creature feel at ease. He also didn’t notice that her tiny hand was tightly holding onto his right index finger. He then smiled as he placed a gentle kiss against Ellie’s soft hair.

“I love you my little Ellie always and forever.”

Freya continued to quietly make her way to the small giggles that she could still hear. Knowing that she is already near them wanting to scare them in surprise.

“Shhh… be quiet mama is going to hear us,” said little Ellie to someone else.

A couple of months later after the birth of Ellie, Alfie and Freya then welcomed their second child. It was Alfie that encouraged Freya to have another baby which she didn’t hesitate to say no to him. Nehemiah was the boy's name that was given to him. Just like his father he wasn’t afraid of anything, always liking to get into some sort of trouble taking no for an answer but always obeyed his father whenever he would go one step far. But he would also have his moments whenever he felt like he needed to talk with his mother. Trying to also find his calmer side of himself and getting as much advice from his mother.

“Whenever you feel angry or lost, always remember that I am here for you my love. And so is your father but just know that you're never alone my little one.”

“Oh you also be quiet Ellie I’m sure by now mama will hear us,” Nehemiah said playfully, nudging onto his sisters right arm not noticing their mothers presence.

“FOUND YOU BOTH!” Surprised Freya, making the two children scream from fright.

Both children got on their feet quickly running away from their mother which she wasn’t too far behind. She scooped Nehemiah off from the wooden floor yelping and laughing while Freya hugged him tightly around her arms. She then placed a couple of kisses on the little boy's cheeks while feeling Ellie hug her mothers legs.

“Haha mama let Nehemiah go, how did you know we were here?” The little girl questioned, still holding onto her mothers leg.

“You both were giggling and that led me to finding your hiding place. But enough of playing around you two how about we get the table ready for dinner before papa comes home. How does that sound, my darlings?” She said kneeling in front of her two beautiful children while they nodded their head in “yes.”

Some time later it was already dark outside as the cool breeze blew ever so gently while Freya and her two children waited patiently for Alfie’s return in the living room. The crackling sound of the fireplace was heard in the background while Cyril lay down beside Ellie and Nehemiah while the children played with their toys. Freya was sitting on top of one of the couches while looking at the clock, seeing that it had passed the time Alfie should be home by now. Quietly tapping her right foot against the carpet floor the trio then heard the front door open. Indicating that they had finally returned home as Nehemiah and Ellie then ran their way out of the living room to greet their father.

“Papa papa,” said both children in unison as Alfie opened his arms wide out to them while kneeling down.

They all huddled down to the floor making both children giggle at their action.

“How are my two lovely children doin’ eh? I miss you all very, very much,” Alfie said as he gently stood up off the floor while Cyril nuzzled his wet nose against his owner's face.

“I also miss you as well you big mutt.”

“Ummm excuse me where is my welcoming kiss? I hope you don’t forget about me Mr. Solomon’s,” Freya said, placing her hands on top of her hips but gave a cheeky smile.

“Hehe why would I not forget my lovely beautiful wife that always brightens my heart whenever I see her hmm?” He said getting up on his feet while Freya smiled and giggled as they both exchanged a kiss on the lips.

“Ewwww, gross,” said Ellie, making a disgusted face which Freya found funny.

Once the happy family settled down for dinner the night went on perfectly. As everyone feasted, Alfie and Freya held hands together as they memorized their beautiful little family. Not believing that they have come this far not expecting to have children this quickly. Alfie always thought he would only focus on himself growing his empire until his passing. But when he found Freya all those years ago as a child and saw how they both fell in love with each other. Suddenly all those ideas faded away seeing the perfect future already blooming in front of him. As dinner was ending both Ellie and Nehemiah started to grow sleepy while they all sat in the living room together. Alfie took Ellie in his arms gently taking her up stairs to her bedroom. Freya following close behind held Nehemiah in her arms while the child tried his best to stay awake.

“Mama I’m not tired yet really,” protested the little boy but Freya wasn’t having it.

“Now my dear don’t be that way, it is late and you need your rest. And we’re going to the beach and if you don’t get your sleep you’ll be tired the next day. Now be a good boy and rest your eyes now, yes?” She said as she opened the door to the boys room as he placed him down on the soft bed.

“Really mama, do you mean it? Oh I can’t wait to go now alright I’ll head to bed now,” cheerfully says Nehemiah as he gets himself under the bed sheets making Freya chuckle at this.

“Very well my little Nehemiah i will see you in the morning my love. Goodnight my sweet boy,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on top of the boy's head caressing his left cheek in between.

Once Freya quietly closed the door behind her Alfie was already out of Ellie’s room. They both smiled at each other Alfie held out his hand towards his lovely wife. Freya walked up to him placing her hand on top of his making their way towards their bedroom. Once inside Alfie gently shut the door behind him and without losing another moment he embraced Freya around his arms. They both looked deep into their eyes as their foreheads touched against each other.

“How is my lovely Queen Solomon’s feeling hm?” He asked, feeling her arms hugging around his neck while she let out a small giggle.

“Wonderful as always you know I always still question to this day. How did I get very lucky to have you in my life Alfie? Why me and nobody else?” She questioned him wanting to hear those same words over and over again.

“Hehe do you really want me to repeat the same thing over and over again? How many times do I have to tell you my love? Because if I never met you in my life I wouldn’t have known such a wonderful spirit free and goddess like you. And that I am grateful and blessed to say that you're my one and only woman. I wouldn’t want no one else but you my dear,” he said while gently placing Freya down against the bed hovering above her, taking in her thin lips between his.

Embracing each other in their arms they both laid there nakedly while Freya could hear her husband's heartbeat against her right ear. A small smile was spread throughout her face wanting to be like this forever. And all the while without Alfie not knowing Freya is expecting another blessing that was growing inside her womb.

I love you always and forever Alfie Solomons… until the ends of the earth…

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wandawiccan60 · 1 year

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@runnning-outof-time oh my god this Beautiful!!!! 👑👑👑 love it well done

A man of simple pleasures….

Alfie Solomons has given up his days of risk and adventure to persure a passion of his that is moreso on the quieter side: being a librarian. And when his old friends from his days running one of the meanest gangs in Camden Town turn up wondering why he’s done this, he simply states that he’s “proud of what he has become”.

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Requested by @wandawiccan60 , who wanted a librarian!Alfie moodboard based off of the character Evie from the movie The Mummy - I’ve never seen this movie, but I searched up the character and one of her quotes where she basically says that she may just be a librarian, but she’s proud of that stuck with me. I hope this is what you were envisioning. Thanks so much for sending an idea my way! ☺️💕 (also I found if you click on the picture, you’ll see it in better quality)

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wandawiccan60 · 1 year

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Best in Show Winner

The votes are in and we have a clear winner for Best in Show! Thank you to everyone who voted!

🏆 1st place-Cyril (Alfie Solomons)

🏆 2nd place-Pearl (May Carleton)

🏆 3rd place-Cillian (Tommy Shelby)

After the show, Cyril sat happily by his owner's side irreverently slobbering into the silver trophy he would eventually use as a water bowl. Meanwhile, Alfie poured rum for the judges, raising a toast to his four legged best friend with a simple declaration, "Big fucks small!"

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wandawiccan60 · 1 year

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@raincoffeeandfandoms I can’t wait for more!!!!

💕✨🙌🏼😩🙌🏼✨💕

"Who are you?" Series.

ACTRESS!READER X BODYGUARD!ALFIE

4ever is the most famous dating app. Millions of single people around the world who want to find a partner use it.

4ever has the peculiarity that it doesn't allow you to post your photo, so those who are talking don't know what the other person looks like, nor does it allow names, just a nickname. A brief description of your likes, location, age and gender is the only thing that one person knows about the other, until there is a match and they start talking. The idea is that you fall in love with the essence of the other person. And it works.

It is also true that not only singles use the app. As is your case. You've been talking to user AS77 for six months. You don't know who he is, but AS77 has done more for you than Michael Gray has done in the five years you've been married. Every time you open your cell phone and see a message from him, you just can't help but smile. You wish everything were simpler. Because not only you're married, but your face is on the posters of the biggest blockbuster movies of the last few years. You just can't tell him who you are.

Alfie hates Michael Gray. That idiot who doesn't know how to treat a woman. Alfie sees, almost like anyone else, the way he behaves and if his job wasn't exactly to protect the glamorous couple, then he'd surely punch him in the face. Alfie knows you can do better. You're talented and a good person, so why the hell are you still tied to him? Alfie also knows the answer: The image of the happy couple sells.

A new message arrived on his cell phone. He smiled.

YN-2023 just texted him and he, AS77, is replying

Hello! 🥰

Finally I came up with an idea. I didn't write a single chapter yet but at least I have the plot. (I'm assuming I'm starting to write soon, but only in two weeks I'm planning to post the first one)

I need to inform that this series will include some dark themes like depression (or mental illness in general), cheating, domestic violence too.

Would you like to be tagged? Let me know.

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wandawiccan60 · 1 year

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Part 6: Feral Love

Tommy Conlon X Belinda(FemOC)

A/N: How’s it going everyone and I am back on track with writing more for Feral Love. I have been trying my best to know where Tommy and Belinda should start falling for each other but this is just a bit of the ice peak. But I want them to develop their relationship before it gets more adorable. But I hope you guys enjoy this new part of this story I am so happy to have created. As always guys leave a comment, reblog, and drop a follow it’ll mean a lot for the page. As always guys thank you for reading and see you on the next part.

TOMMY CONLON MASTERLIST

Word Count: 4,426

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Cussing, & Lots of Fluff!!!

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After Belinda finished dressing in clean clothes, while feeling embarrassed and dirty for what she did earlier. Trying her best to act her normal self when she sees Tommy again. It was going to be something to feel uneasy since Belinda tried her best to behave. And act as if she didn’t do such nonsense thoughts of imagining Tommy in all of his physique. Seeing that he hadn’t come out of the showers yet, she then made her way towards the small hallway leading to the front. Where she saw Brendon training with a male customer, showing them how to do proper pushups. It was nice to see Tommy’s big brother help and train people who want to try something new and better themselves physically and mentally. Which made Belinda wonder and hoped that with the gym, including Tommy’s company. It’ll help her mental state and mostly it’ll be of some use when it is necessary. Wishing it would have been useful to her when she was in high school. Standing up against bullies that pushed her and her friends around all because they were different. But that was all in the past. There really isn’t anything to do but to remember and try the best to ignore it. Being deep in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Tommy already next to her side.

“Hey, I’m back. Did I miss anything?” Tommy said, but Belinda jumped back until she noticed who it was. “oh didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re ok Tommy, I was just remembering something, but it’s nothing important,” she said, giving off a small smile at him.

Tommy smiled and nodded his head while gripping on the strap of his gym bag. Belinda, however, tried her best to act normal next to him, knowing that what she did earlier in the shower still felt wrong. They both stood quiet for a moment until Tommy broke the quietness between them.

“Hey ummm… do you still want to get that drink if you’re up for it? I mean, if you don’t want to, it’s fine. We can do it another time since we did a lot today. And I’m sure you feel tired right now and I don’t want to take your time away from other things you need to do,” he asked, feeling his sweaty palms hoping he wasn’t sounding like he was pressuring on her.

“Tommy, how many times I got to tell you, you’re not wasting my time. In fact, I don’t feel tired at all. Which is strange, but it is a good weird feeling. I’ve never felt this much strength before and it feels right. And yes, of course, why would I say no. Come on, Werewolf Boy, let’s get going, yeah?” she said, giving a smile in his direction.

Tommy felt his body at ease when she said yes, not noticing he was holding back a breath. The two made their way towards the door and before leaving, Tommy called out to Tess from the front counter.

“Hey, I’ll see you and Brendon later. I’m headin’ out with Belinda now,” he said while his brother’s wife put some paperwork down on top of the black counter.

“Alright, sounds good. You two have fun wherever you both might go too. It was nice to meet you, Belinda. I can’t wait to see you again soon. The gym is always open for you and I hope you continue coming with Tommy. It looked like you enjoyed it very much,” Tess said while walking out from behind the counter.

“I enjoyed it very much actually and yes, I will come back again. It’ll probably become a habit for me to do, especially that Tommy encouraged me,” Belinda said looking back at him, which he just gave a shy smile, “but it was also nice to meet you and your husband, you two are awfully nice I have to say.”

“Oh honey, you’re so sweet for saying that. I have to say that you’re also nice yourself and pretty by the way,” said Tess, making the young woman giggle at her comment, “but you two go on now. I’ll see you all soon stay safe out there alright?”

“Yes, we will don’t. worry, have a good day now,” said Belinda as both women exchanged a small hug. Tommy then saw his brother coming from the back, waving a hand at each other.

“Bye Belinda, see you again soon,” called out Brendon as he saw the young woman and his little brother walking out of the gym together, feeling happy to see Tommy socializing with someone.

Hours later, both Tommy and Belinda were walking through the park, having their cups of coffee in between their hands. Enjoying the last few rays of sunlight before nightfall fell over Philly while a few people walked one way to the other. They made their way to sit on one of the brown benches, overseeing the rest of the park. Once they both sat down, it became quiet, while Belinda took another sip from her coffee. Feeling the cool breeze against her cheeks, Tommy spoke up a moment later.

“Hey ummm… did you enjoy the workout we did today? And how do you feel so far right now?” He asked, placing his cup of coffee down on the floor underneath the bench.

“I enjoyed it very much. I’m looking forward to going more and more. And I feel tired but fine. The coffee is helping me mostly, but it’s still cold,” she said, smiling in his direction returning the gesture.

“I’m glad you liked it and excited to bring you to the gym with me more and we can plan meals to make, our cheat days and such. If that is something you want to do, that is. Here, let me put my sweater for you,” Tommy said, removing his thick sweater from his body and placing it over Belinda’s body, thanking him.

“That actually sounds like a great idea. I’ve never done that before, but I’m looking forward to it for sure. And hehe does the coffee count as a cheat since we workout today or it doesn’t?” She jokingly asked, looking down at her cup of coffee in hand. They both chuckled.

“Yea, why not just for today but starting tomorrow is when the real seriousness takes place? But I won’t be so nice and easy when I’m teaching you more extreme workouts. Even if you try to make puppy eyes to make me not be so nice,” Tommy cheekily said, giving her a side grin while Belinda only softly slapped his left shoulder.

“Wow, how rude of you, Tommy. Hehe not even a polite kiss will change your mind?” She said out of nowhere, making her cover her own mouth quickly with her right hand, feeling her cheeks become red.

Tommy didn’t know how to react with what she said, his eyes wide open in surprise at the unexpected comment. And yet he found it quite cute, thinking that didn’t sound like an obscene suggestion. Though he had reminded himself about what he did the previous night, knowing that was wrong to begin with. He saw Belinda like a friend and nothing else beyond that, but he knows that is a big lie to himself and Tommy knows it. They both again went mute while a person and her dog walked by them, giving a friendly nod to them which Belinda returned the nod. Still feeling embarrassed for what she said a moment ago, hoping that Tommy won’t see her differently. She drank the last few sips of her coffee and spoke this time.

“I’m sorry that came out the wrong way, really. I just thought it would be just for fun to say, but I’m guessing you see it differently than I do. I think we should get goin-.”

“What if I said yes to your kiss? How would you react or say?” Tommy unexpectedly said, feeling surprised at what he just heard himself say to her.

Belinda looked at Tommy through his blue eyes, hoping he was joking around. But he wasn’t, and that made her feel even more insecure. Goosebumps grew throughout her body. Before she could answer his question, the most unexpected thing she never would have thought would happen. Tommy leaned forward, giving her a sweet and long kiss on her right cheek. This made her heart beat ever so quickly, not believing in what just happened. She caressed her cheek with her fingers, looking back at Tommy, giving off another small smile holding back a chuckle.

“Ummm… sorry just thought… giving you a kiss on the cheek would have seemed more appropriate… is that ok with you?” He shyly said, looking down at his hands while feeling his immense body become warm as well as his cheeks.

Belinda took another moment to get her sense back until feeling a small smile forming against her lips. Without Tommy noticing, Belinda returned the gesture. This time, her kiss was sweeter and tender against his left cheek.

“Just so we can be even and hey Tommy, what did I tell you already? Don’t be sorry and to answer your question, yes it is alright with me Werewolf Boy. Knowing that it is you who said it and nobody else,” she said with a smile, hoping it’ll make him feel more comfortable.

He only nodded and smiled, relieved that things didn’t become awkward. Belinda scooted closer to him without asking and gently rested her head on top of his left shoulder. Tommy said nothing at her unexpected action, feeling her hands wrapped around his arm. Without another word, he placed his chin on top of her dark hair, wrapping her closer with his right arm, not wanting to let go. They both stayed close to each other for a good while, seeing the sky become dark while small shining stars and a big full bluish moon appeared above them. However, from far behind them, they were being watched closely by someone who wasn’t pleased to see what they were witnessing. Gloria felt enraged seeing Tommy being with another woman and how he was very close to her. She tried her best to steady herself, but it was very hard to do so. Instead, she just turned the other way around and walked the other way to her home. Not believing in what she saw in front of her eyes.

So that’s why you’re not into me anymore then, Tommy? Well then, enjoy it as much as you like honey, because I’m going to ruin everything for you. Just wait and see…

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Thursday

The small studio-like apartment smelled of both lavender and cinnamon, giving it a very homey and relaxing atmosphere. Belinda, Lethia, Morticia and some members of The Silent Souls have been recording for what felt like hours since 10 in the morning. Which was a record for everyone since they mostly didn’t get up very early. Tommy, in the meantime, was relaxing throughout the entire session, enjoying the sound of every instrument being played and seeing how Belinda tried her best to write the lyrics. While playing the guitar, to give a hook for the words. He thought it was nice to see and was amazed at how dedicated and passionate Belinda was putting the work in. Comparing her to the night he met her at the bar, where she looked miserable and soulless to a sudden creative, bright, and talented girl with many dreams. It was as if Tommy could see Belinda’s wings spread open free and being herself and not pretend to be someone that isn’t her. While he was laying flat on one of the black couches while hearing everyone play one instrument after another, he didn’t realize Belinda was approaching his way. She playfully patted his long legs, which made him come back to his senses.

“Oh crap, you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were sleeping,” she said between a chuckle, placing a hand against her chest frightfully.

“No, I wasn’t and hehe my bad for scaring the pants out of you. I was really hearing you guys playing. I thought that was pretty sick and can’t wait to hear the rest of the song,” Tommy said, sitting up straight, making room for Belinda to sit next to him.

“Me too. I just have a hard time fixing the right tune to fit in with the lyrics. But I know we will get there, but I’m also thinking of my other song that I’ve been working on for a while. Which nobody knows about actually,” she whispered her last words so the others didn’t hear her.

“Oh no way, are you serious?” Tommy whispered back, getting closer to Belinda, wanting to hear more than he went on, “what have you’ve come up with? Or you’re still having trouble with writing the words down?”

“No, it’s actually done, mostly. However, I’m just not sure if it’ll come out as I have it pictured in my head. And well… it’s a song that is very personal for me, you know what I mean?” She said, hoping that he understood what she meant.

“No, I totally get what you’re saying, but you shouldn’t be nervous about how you play and sing the song. But I’ll tell you what I know. It’s going to be a song that I would like to hear when you feel ready, of course,” Tommy said reassuringly, giving that cute smile that Belinda has grown to like very much.

She simply nodded her head, ruminating on what he just said, which he was right mostly. Before she continued on, Lethia interrupted them, holding a black guitar in her hands.

“Hey you guys, what’s up? We are actually heading out to get some dinner and we’re thinking of getting some chicken wings. Are you guys up for it or can we get something else if you like?” Morticia suggested placing the instrument against the side of one of the black armchairs.

“Oh, chicken wings sounds like a good choice to eat. Don’t you think Werewolf Boy?” Belinda said, looking back at Tommy, which he agreed with both friends.

“I’m good with anything really, but yea, why not funny thing is that I’ve been craving that food for a while. So you all read my mind to be fair,” he said with a smile, looking between both girls nodding in reply.

“Alright great, I’ll let the others know then,” said Lethia while from behind everyone was making their way out of the studio.

“You know you guys go on ahead. I actually want to show Tommy a small project that we have been working on. And I think he should be the first to witness it,” Belinda said with a quick wink at her friend, which she just gave her a thumbs up.

But in reality, Belinda was actually going to play the song that she told Tommy about. And mostly, she wanted him to be the first to hear it before anyone else did.

“Oh yea that thing alright sounds good,” replied Lethia covering her mouth with her right hand knowing what her friend meant, “Well then I’ll see you guys later and I’ll send you the address of the restaurant too, hon. Be careful on your way over too, ok?”

“We will Lethia don’t worry but yea, please if you can but see you later,” said Belinda as both girls exchange a side hug from each other.

As they saw Lethia and Morticia be the last people to leave the apartment, Tommy then got up from the couch. Once the sound of the door was closed, they were now both left alone. Belinda tighten her hands nervously together for what she was about to do next.

“So what was it you wanted to show me about your project you’re doing, Dracula Girl?” He asked while he picked up the black guitar, trying his best to rest it against his body.

He then tried his best to play some tunes, but they all came out awful and noisy. Belinda smiled at seeing him fooling around, but it was adorable to see. While he was busy experimenting with the guitar a bit more, she then felt confident about what she wanted to show him. Feeling her breathing more relaxed this time, she went on ahead to say her next words.

“Tommy… how would you feel to be the first person to hear and witness the song that I told you about earlier?” She said, biting her lips together, hoping that she was doing the right thing.

When Tommy heard this, he stopped playing the guitar all together as he looked up to see her face. He had to take a minute into what she just told him. But knowing what Belinda said made his heart flutter with excitement.

“You mean like right now at this very moment?” He said, sounding so unsure, Belinda slowly nodded her head feeling her cheeks become red.

“I just… thought it would be nice if you were my first audience before anyone else, you know? But it’s ok if you don’t want to. It was more of a suggestion than something el-.”

“No Belinda please, I mean… really, I want to hear it. I believe me. Here,” he said, handing out the guitar towards her, which she wasn’t so sure of at first, but she then gave in.

Taking the guitar from his hands, she smiled at him, feeling the nerves but excitement building inside of her. Tommy sat next to her right side, making himself feel comfortable, also feeling expected of what Belinda was about to play for him. She adjusted herself underneath the couch while stringing a few notes, making sure the instrument was not out of tune. Once satisfied with the sound, Belinda felt her right hand begin to slowly shake. She took a few slow breaths, trying her best to feel relaxed, though it wasn’t helping that much. Then a gentle hand was on her left shoulder, looking to her side where Tommy sat.

“Hey don’t be afraid. It’s ok, just don’t overthink. It, let yourself go,” he soothingly said to Belinda, giving her an encouraging smile and, with his words, she felt more at ease.

She stood straighter than before and, stringing the guitar one more time, she let the music take control of her.

“I took the mother road

Down to goddess flesh

I swallowed the key

I want to learn to swallow my pain

Hallowed the fruit, hallowed thy name

Guess I needed something to break me

Guess I needed something to shake me up

Guess I needed someone to break me

Guess I needed someone to shake me out

While her loving voice fascinated Tommy, he slowly bobbed his head to the rhythm of the notes. Paying close attention to the lyrics that he found different and yet things that he could relate to from a personal perspective. But it was something hauntingly beautiful he found about it.

Afraid to live, afraid to die

Building a broken but precious web

Like a spider in Chernobyl

And when the cattle low, something is on the horizon

I do not have a child

But I’m old enough to know some pain

And I’m hell bent on loving you

Women know what it is to endure

Guess I needed something to break me

Guess I needed something to shake me up

Guess I needed someone to break me

Guess I needed someone to shake me out

It was you

Belinda looked up and gave a smile to Tommy, which she just blushed as she continued singing the song.

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Guess I needed something to break me”

Once the last notes of the guitar were played, the song came to a slow stop. There was a slight moment of silence between the two until Tommy was the first to speak.

“Wow… that was beautiful, see what did I tell you?” He said, giving her another warm smile. Belinda only just shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s just a Tommy song. There’s really nothing special about it,” she then said, placing the guitar on her right side of the couch.

“Just a song?” He exclaimed out making her look back his way, “Are you kidding me Belinda? That was amazing. You should really tell the others what you have created. Believe me, the public will love it since I’m the first to hear it. And let me tell you that as your first critic, it will be a big hit.”

Belinda thought he was joking around, but she knew he was being truthful. She replied with a nod of her head and a smile, believing in what he just said.

“Alright fine then. You win, Werewolf Boy, and thank you for being. Honest, that means a lot,” Belinda said, letting out a small chuckle while fiddling her hands together, feeling warm all over her body.

It was quiet once again however Belinda was thinking of something that she wants to do Tommy. However, she thought it was a risky action to take a step forward. Not wanting to ruin anything that she and Tommy have been growing together in their friendship. But the best of her intimate side got the best out of her.

“So hehe yea, do you want to get going before it gets lat-.”

Suddenly, his words were cut out, feeling something soft against his thick lips. The kiss was pleasantly warm as both Belinda and Tommy continued to exchange a longer kiss. They held hands between each other while Tommy’s right hand gently caressing the back of her head. Belinda let out a small, inaudible gasp, hugging him closer to her body. She felt her back resting on top of the couch as Tommy hovered above her body. Not letting go of a single inch of her small lips that he couldn’t seem to get enough of. He gently grasped her right thigh while he felt her hands hugging around his neck. Belinda’s mind was going all over the place until she felt one of his hands going under her long sleeve shirt. She quickly sat up away from the couch, breathing out for air and feeling her heart palpitating.

“I’m sorry Tommy. I… I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me,” she said between stutters, freaking out uncontrollably, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

She covered her face with both of her hands, knowing she made a huge mistake. Tommy, however, didn’t seem to be bothered by it.

He placed a hand on top of her knee, wanting to reassure Belinda that she did nothing wrong.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. I also should be sorry too. Honestly, I let myself get carried away, too. I hope you know I am not mad. Just didn’t expect you were going to give a kiss and can I be honest with you,” he said seeing in her face she felt uncomfortable and out of place but Tommy then gently grabbed her chin between his right fingers wanting her to look him in the eyes, “I… I’ve been wanting to do something like this to you for a while but I was just afraid to tell you because I still want to take things slow. You know what I mean. I like you Belinda very much. But it is you who has the last word and wants to go forward with our relationship. So please don’t feel bad and just know I’m more happy than upset.”

And with that, she let her body relaxed and so did her heartbeats, glad to know that they were both on the same page. She placed her hand against the side of his right cheek and he felt at ease.

“I’m glad that we both see eye to eye. Tommy, I also like you a lot, but you are right. It’s best we both take things little by little. I also don’t want to ruin our bond, but just know that you’re not as bad a kisser then I thought you would be,” she said jokingly while Tommy arched an eyebrow at her.

“Wow, that really hurt my feelings, you know. Well then, I also thought that your lips would feel dry and nasty,” he clashed back, which Belinda jokingly made an offended face at him.

“Tommy, what the hell you're so rude,” she said as she playfully gave him a light slap on his right arm as both laughed together in unison.

“I’m just fucking with you, Dracula Girl, but I got to say you have one of the smoothest lips I have ever felt in my life. And I’m being real with you,” he said with a cheeky smile, making her feel warm once more.

“Awww well thank you Werewolf Boy, your lips also felt nice to feel too. I enjoyed it very much. And I think I tasted a bit of mint while we kissed,” she then said, making Tommy laugh at this.

“Well, I’m flattered hehe, but thank you. And by the way, should we get going and meet with Lethia and everyone, or do you want to stay longer?” He asked, not wanting to really leave, but he felt his stomach rumble.

“No, you’re right. We should get going in actually getting hungry and they might be waiting for us. And hey Tommy… is it ok if I can give you one more kiss? If that’s ok with you,” she said shyly, hoping it wasn’t much to ask.

Without saying another word, Tommy smiled as he leaned in to place another small kiss. She chuckled and smiled between their lips, gently placing her hands on his cheeks, not wanting to let go. But it lasted for a short amount of time as they then made their way out of the apartment, as they both now shared a secret relationship with each other.

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Part 20: The Witch of Camden Town

Alfie Solomon’s X Jovonka(FemOC)

A/N: Hello everyone I hope you’re all having a wonderful 2023 so far and I am back with another new successful chapter for my Alfie story. I hope you guys enjoy it for those of you who have been following me in this journey and I want to thank you as always. In this chapter i had a hard time knowing where to stop but I am very happy where it ended. I know this part seemed sad again (I’m sorry guys 😔) but don’t worry guys Thomas is going to have a very big plot in the next few chapters😉😉😉. As always guys please comment, reblog, and gives follow it’ll mean a lot for the page and again guys you all rock . And as usual I’ll see you all on the post and Enjoy!!!

P.S. I’m typing on my IPad so this made me really happy to be able to write on my new IPad keyboard. 😃😃😃

ALFIE SOLOMON’S MASTERLIST

Word Count: 5,266

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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Cussing, Some Blood, Trauma(mostly Alfie has PTSD sort of), Mentions of Child Mistreatment, & Even More Devastation

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Arrow House: 1 Month Later

Alfie… Alfie darling… can you hear me love…

“Mmm… Jo- Jovonka?” Said Alfie, turning his head from one side to the other against the soft white pillow, hearing that familiar voice again.

He saw her again, that heavenly goddess face of hers with that smile so bright. Her long brown hair softly waved through the smooth breeze. He saw her wearing a gorgeous long white sleeve dress standing on a big green field with a small cottage house shown from behind.

“JOVONKA!” He screamed out while inhaling a long fresh of air, his eyes bursting open wide.

Alfie noticed he could see clearly from one eye while the other saw nothing but blurriness. It only made the Jewish king feel panicked, not wanting to believe that half of his sight was gone.

“No… no this can’t fuckin’ be, it’s impossible,” he cried out the old maid tried her best to comfort him as much as she could.

“Sir, please try to calm yourself. Breathe in and calmly. You’re safe and try not to move too much as well. You suffered too many injuries when Mr. Shelby’s men found you in the water banks off of Small Heath. Here, drink some wat-.”

“Small Heath?” Exclaimed Alfie once he heard the woman say Shelby and the town he was in. “Your fucking with me, aren’t you, madam? How long have I been in this place? And why did they bring me here?”

“Because Mr. Solomon’s you were almost at the brink of death and it was the right choice to bring you here in my home,” interrupted Thomas standing by the open door of the room, “and also you would have easily been put away in the gutter or easily found by the people that wanted you dead from the start.”

The Peaky walked his way next to the left side of the bed. Alfie remained quiet while the old woman stood up on her feet.

“What the fuck really happened to you, Alfie? Who did you start a war with now, eh?” Thomas pushed on, wondering how the fearless Jewish king of Camden Town ended up in such a way something he never thought he would see.

“It’s somethin’ you will not understand Tommy, it is more of a personal thin’ than business mate,” said Alfie, remembering the day they took away his entire world in front of his own eyes.

Thomes in silence was now curious to know what caused him to end up powerless and weak.

“Righ’. Frances brings some food for Mr. Solomon’s if you please,” he said as the old maid nodded her head, walking her way out of the room, leaving both men alone.

Thomas took his silver case containing his cigarettes, putting one between his thin lips.

“You should know already that I have a condition, mate. Smokin’ in my presence affects me, so I suggest yea not to do it,” said Alfie, pointing a finger at the Shelby, flickering open the lighter before burning the white stick.

“So what was it then Alfie?” Tommy went on lighting the cigarette ignoring the Jew’s warning as he kept asking more questions, “if it wasn’t for business then what caused the man himself to end up losing half his site and fractured bones? There had to be a reason to let yourself be fucked over like thi-.”

“I SAID LEAVE IT! It’s somethin’ I only should know of and you shouldn’ so don’t you push it, yea?’’ Alfie screamed out, breathing in hotly through his nostrils, staring back at Thomas feeling unbothered for one bit.

However, the Jew felt tears forming against his eyes, feeling his lips quiver slowly, nodding his head from side to side. Tommy never thought of seeing the king of Camden Town show emotion. He then walked his way towards the other side of the room until he sat on a brown hand chair. All the while, Alfie felt a tear stream down from the corner of his good eye. There was stillness in the room except for the crackling of wood coming from the fireplace. Tommy forward himself by his elbows, looking up at the once fierce crime boss crumbled with weakness. Alfie exhaled out an inaudible sigh and spoke up a moment later.

“I lost somethin’ so much more precious and dear to my heart than the distillery and the house in Margate,” he said between broken words recalling the horrific event in his mind as he went on, “she was everything to me Tommy, like you don’ imagine.”

“And who was she to you that sounds precious to you?” Thomas said, looking down at his cigarette stick letting out a slow puff, knowing exactly where this was going.

“Her name is Jovonka, the most beautiful goddess to ever walk upon this world. More marvelous than gold and silver that I have seen, oh god if only…,” Alfie closed his eyes as flashes of Jovonka’s smile and moments with her came into play as he clenched his eyes tightly together.

Thomas said little as he let him release his sorrows out. As he sat up straight, placing the white stick between his lips. The Birmingham king felt what Alfie was feeling since he had lost two important people before in his life. The first, of course, was his mother Martha; she died of unknown causes once his father Arthur returned from the war. She did everything to raise him and his brothers and little sister Ada after their father abandoned them. Until Polly took the role of being both a mother and aunt and the accountant of the Shelby Company Limited. And then came along with Grace, who he almost lost her to a bullet at a formal party one night. Thomas took the shot and got hit on his lower back, not minding the hot pain that he felt that night. What mattered to him was her wife was alive and unharmed, even if he had to die for her. He inhaled another drag from his cigarette before he spoke once more.

“How did you lose her and by whom?” Thomas asked, lighting out the white stick on an ashtray Alfie then wiped the rest behind his right hand answering Thomas’ question.

“That fuckin’ wop himself, Darby Sabini. He took my dove away from me all because he wanted her for himself but for his sick reasons. It’s a long story mate, but one thing that I’ll promise is he is goin’ to pay and die once I have my hands around his bloody neck just to give him a taste of what seeing the fuckin’ devil would be like. He’ll see,” said Alfie, tightening his hands into hard fists angrily, remembering how Sabini put his filthy hands and cut her delicate face.

“Fuckin’ hell Alfie, out of everyone in London, you're at war with him. How did you make him your biggest threat, considering you both are very close? And having your… I’m assuming they took away your wife from you and ending like this,” Thomas said, pressing his lips together while nodding his head in disappointment, not believing his friend would do such a thing.

“Hehe, nice try Tommy, she ain’t my wife not yet to say, but I’ve been thinkin’ of askin’ her to be mine way before the incident with Sabini. Which I should have when I had the chance, but it seems it will not happen. How long have I been asleep for eh?” Alfie asked, trying to get out of bed while feeling a sharp pain behind his back, which he stopped moving for a moment.

“It has been over a month since we found you half dead on the longboat. You were injured, half your face almost unrecognizable, blood everywhere like a slaughtered animal,” Tommy went on saying, but this shocked the Camden gangster hearing how long time has passed.

“You said fuckin’ what Tommy? Listen sweetheart, I’m not sure if you didn’t hear me correctly righ’ or you just didn’t clean your ears out properly this morning. But I’ll be asking you again mate, how long was I fuckin’ unconscious and don’t be a cunt if you repeat what you said before. Or I’m going to murder you even if I’m stuck in this infernal bed, yea?” Alfie demanded back, giving a deadly stare at Thomas, which the Peaky didn’t seem to bother about.

Before Thomas could repeat himself, there was a knock on the door, knowing who it was.

“Come in Frances,” called out the Shelby man as the front door opened as the maid came inside carrying a silver tray with Alfie’s breakfast on it.

“Is there anything else I could get you, Mr. Shelby?” She asked, placing the tray on top of a large wooden table filling a white china cup with black tea.

“No, that’ll do Frances, thank you,” said Tommy, dismissing her politely, to which she just nodded her head and walked her way out of the room, leaving both men alone once again.

It was quiet between the two. Alfie still wanted an answer, feeling rage from inside himself, not believing that it had been a month when he was almost beaten to death. It’s impossible for time to go by that quickly, but for Alfie he still didn’t want to admit what the Shelby was saying.

“Alfie, listen to me. I know it might seem like a joke to you, but it’s the truth. You have been in and out of consciousness whenever you said things Frances couldn’t understand. She tried to relax you by giving you many medications to calm you down,” Thomas said, but he could tell by Alfie’s facial expression he was not having it, nodding his head in disappointment.

“Why did you take me in, Tommy, eh? Instead of easily sending me to a hospital?” Replied Alfie carefully sat up from bed feeling a sore, faint pain on his back, letting out a low hiss groan.

“Because if you ended up in the hospital instead of bringing you in me house you would have easily gotten recognized and killed no matter what. That is how much I care for you, Alfie, even if we had some bad blood in the past. So you still believe I’m lying to you or agree with what I have said to you?” Thomas stood up on his feet, reaching out for a glass of water directing the cup towards Alfie.

The Jew swiftly knocked off the glass from Tommy’s hand, both water and shattered glass spread onto the hard wooden floor. The Shelby didn’t seem to be bothered by this behavior and instead just placed his hands inside the pocket of his black pants. He eyed Alfie once again, seeing water against his eyes, seeing and feeling that anger inside of him.

“This can’t fuckin’ be mate, a month has passed by already,” Alfie said, caressing his beard while nodding his head. “I’m afraid at this point in time I fear they have done the worst to my Jovonka. That Italian bastard will see his Judgement day once I have me hand around his neck. I must search for my Jovonka even if my body hurts.”

“Alfie, don’t move. Stay still and rest your not fully recovered.”

“Leave me fuckin’ be! I can’t sit here the whole time while my Jovonka is still out there, probably at this moment afraid, gettin’ touch and tortured by that dirty fuckin’ devil while you're tellin’ me to stay here like if I had a disease! So don’t tell me yea that I need to wait for myself to heal like if you’re my decision maker!” She burstingly said, breathing harshly through his nostrils seeing in Thomas’ eyes, which he didn’t seem to flinch for once.

Tommy said nothing for a while, hearing Alfie’s breathing calm down little by little. Until he came to his senses feeling his body relaxed, but he didn’t expect to hear what Thomas was about to say to him next.

“Look, Alfie, if you want and if you’re alright in what I am going to say. Me, me brothers, and me gang can spread out and search for your woman. I insist it doesn’t matter how long it’ll take us to find Jovonka either day or night, weeks, months, whatever. I know what you want the most in this universe is to have her back with you safe and out of harm’s way. You’ve done things for me before in the past, and I think it’s fair for me to return the favor by helping you with what I’m proposing to Alfie. But you have the last word,” said Thomas, turning to face the large glass window overlooking the fields in front of his house, hoping for the gangster Jew to say yes.

Alfie thought king and hard inside of his mind on what he just heard from his dear peaky friend. It didn’t sound like such a bad idea, considering the state he was in at the moment. However, he had a bit of a trust issue towards Tommy, his brothers and his Peaky gang. Thinking if all of this was some sort of lie that Thomas is making up. But deep down Alfie had to believe in him for this once feeling knowing fully well is giving his word and life. If it means death to find Jovonka with the Peaky Blinders help, then so be it. What Alfie cares about and is important to him right now is to have Jovonka in his arms once again and her sisters to be found. The Jew then pulled the white blankets off from him and carefully put down his feet, feeling the touch of the cold floor below him. Groaning under his breath while supporting his weight against his arms, he finally spoke after a long pause.

“Find my Jovonka Tommy and bring her home to me, as well as her two sisters. Please bring them back as well. Their names are Isabel and Elena. I just hope they aren’t harmed. And I hope it is not too late either,” begged Alfie, making the Peaky king turn to look at him with a confused look on his face.

“Wait Elena?”

“Yes, Tommy, she’s just a little girl. I can’t imagine how afraid she would be feelin’ at this mome-.”

“Elena, I know who she is. She’s back at the orphanage in Birmingham,” Thomas said, cutting off the Jewish man. His eyes grew wide in shock, not believing what the Peaky just said.

“How, how did you find her, Tommy? Where was she? Did she escape from Sabini? Were her older sisters there with her?” Alfie asked from one question to the other that Thomas couldn’t keep up.

“Alfie, hold on a moment and listen,” The Peaky man said, trying to calm the Camden Town king down as he continued on, “her only company that she had with her was a large brown dog and two men that tried to take her away. But we saved her in no time. We killed one of them, but we have one as a hostage down at the docks. We already know that they work for Sabini, but there will be more of them coming, no matter what.”

The Wandering Jew just nodded his head slowly, feeling both shocked and relieved to hear Little Elena is safe and sound. However, it made Alfie think for a moment or two, feeling worried for the little girl to be recognized again, even if it’s at a place where there were many people. He didn’t fully trust the caretakers inside the orphanage and would rather have her here at the Arrow House than be in Birmingham.

“I thank you Tommy, really I do. However, I just feel it’s best for Elena to be here in your home. No disrespect to your institution or anything, but I would feel more at ease if she would be here instead. I just fear they would take away from her at any moment or be noticeable again. If that is alright with you and, of course, your wife,” suggested Alfie, hoping it wasn’t too much to ask from the Shelby.

Thomas agreed with him completely, thinking that Elena would be more comfortable in his house, especially that Alfie was here. And so later that day, he drove his way back to Birmingham and bringing Elena back to his haven.

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Grace Shelby Institute

Young children were laughing and playing around the small courtyard except for Elena, where she sat on a long brown wooden bench in a far corner. While Cyril laid flat on his stomach beneath the white pavement floor, eyeing the other little people in front of him. Ever since Thomas left her here at the orphanage weeks ago, it has been hard for Elena to socialize with the other girls her age. Especially the ones that have teased and called her names for no apparent reason just because she is new to the place. Since the first night, Elena couldn’t sleep thinking about if she will ever see her sisters and Alfie again one day. She went as far in thinking that she might spend the rest of her youth until she was old enough to fend for herself. Only with time will Elena have to accept the fact that Jovonka and Isabel might be long gone before she reached a certain age. But it is too early to think of such a false prediction that she knows it will never happen. As she continued to sit quietly minding her own self until suddenly she felt a painful hit on the side of her head. She let out a small “ouch” placing a hand on the spot where she got hit. Elena then felt her hand become sticky and watery, not realizing that blood came out from the top of her head. She removed her hand away from the spot until she saw her tiny hand marked with her own blood. She felt her heart pumping uncontrollably, not knowing what to do. There was sudden laughter coming from the bullies that threw the small pebble rock at her. Cyril growled at the little devils, and out of nowhere, another peddle was thrown at poor Elena. Hitting her this time on her left cheek, leaving a small red bruise.

“Circus freak circus freak,” yelled out a boy about 10 years of age throwing another pebble, missing her completely accidentally hitting the big mutt, making him bark furiously.

This made the children back away, fearing that the dog would leap at them and bite. As well as the little girls that threw the first pebble, we’re also afraid of the big dog seeing the big sharp teeth that he was showing off. Cyril didn’t stop barking until a bell was chiming throughout the playground, indicating that their free time was over.

“Everyone make several straight lines, if you please. Come along now, yes,” said one nun, who were the caretakers of the orphanage and the children, did what they were told.

Elena stayed where she was, pressing both of her hands on the side of her head, putting a bit of pressure. She felt like she was about to faint, but she leaned back for a moment, resting her head against the white brick wall of the building. Elena tried her best to not let the tears that were forming inside of her. But with all of her strength that she had inside, it was no use until she became breakable. She hated the feeling of being inside a place where she being mistreated differently and being told nasty things. Elena wished to be back home in Romania just like the old times when she felt like an ordinary little girl. Where she could be in her own world and instead of being pushed and shoved by people, she didn’t even do harm to them. Her tears continued to stream down slowly on both of her cheeks until she heard her name being called.

“Elena, what happened to you? Here, come on, let’s go get you fixed up, yes?” Thomas said, placing his hands gently on top of her small shoulders, but she didn’t move an inch.

He noticed the now dried blood on both her forehead and hands. Elena still cried her eyes out. Cyril tried his best to comfort his little companion while he nuzzled and whined at her. Thomas knelt down in front of the little girl, taking her hands in his.

“Why are they so cruel to me? I just don’t understand… I want to go back home with my mama, papa, Jovonka, Alfie and Isabel. But I feel they will be gone when I’m older, and I’ll be all alone and no one to go to,” said Elena between whimpers, wiping her tears with the back of her hands.

Thomas could feel the pain that the little girl was feeling seeing that the place hadn’t been treating her with welcoming arms. Which is something that he has talked with the headteacher of the institute in his own way, of course.

“Elena, you’re never going to be alone anymore. What if I told you that I should bring you home with me instead? So you don’t have to be here anymore. How does that sound to you, eh?” Said Thomas with a small smile. Elena looked up at the blue-eyed man, not wanting to believe him at first.

“You mean forever?” She replied.

“Yes, my dear, forever.”

Little Elena, without a minute to lose, hugged the thin man by the neck. He returned the gesture, gently carrying her in his arms.

“Let’s get you to your new home now,” Thomas said as both he and Elena made their way towards the inside of the building Cyril was following behind them.

Some hours went by as Elena was waiting patiently outside of the headmaster’s office, dangling her small legs to entertain herself. All the while, Thomas was confronting and making death threats and accusing the nuns for not properly watching over Elena. They were deeply in denial, telling the Shelby that they had been watching over the little girl, but Thomas wasn’t having it. But he easily mentally broke them once he told the nuns that if he ever sees that kind of behavior once more in his own orphanage there will be a price to pay.

They then looked at each other until the main nun handed him out Elena’s documents without exchanging a glance or a word. Thomas took the papers, bid the nuns farewell and left them with one last chilling comment.

“Remember something ladies, there is God, then there are the Peaky Blinders. Good day sisters,” and with that he was gone, taking Elena back to Arrow House where she will be herself and be safely secured from the outside world.

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Arrow House, Warwickshire

The sound of both Alfies’ footsteps and wooden cane echoed throughout the large living room. While overseeing through another large window as the sun was setting from afar. He ghastly stopped pacing back and forth since he got out of the bed, anxious and waiting as patiently as he could for Elena’s arrival. Inside the other room, there was Thomas’ young boy Charlie playing with his toys while her mother, Grace, sat on a large couch reading a book by the fireplace. She was hesitant at first when Alfie arrived at her home, thinking that he would bring lots of trouble for her, Thomas, and the rest of her family. But seeing the condition that he was in almost on the brink of death, she welcomed him. However, once Alfie gets fully stabled, she told Tommy that he needs to leave afterwards with no excuses. Which he promised her, but he hasn’t told her the other deal he did with him and that would make her upset. Alfie suddenly mumbled under his breath as he checked through the window seeing if there was a car already coming his way, but there wasn’t.

“Where the bloody fuckin’ hell are they? It’s almost goin’ to be dark soon,” he said in a bothered tone while tapping his right foot, losing a bit of patience.

He didn’t notice Frances standing in the living room doorframe. She then spoke to him, making Alfie come back from his train of thought.

“Mr Solomon’s sir, sorry for the bother, but dinner is about to be ready soon. Will you be joining Mrs. Shelby and Charlie so I can set a plate for you?” She asked the Camden gangster, but he didn’t bother to look at her and said nothing.

Taking it as a no, Frances left the man alone, asking no further questions. But he then heard another woman’s voice with an Irish like accent knowing who it was without turning to look.

“You really care very much for this girl, don’t you, Mr. Solomon’s?” said Grace, leaning against the frame of the door, crossing her arms together.

“Indeed, she is, and I kept a promise to both Jovonka and Isabel that I will keep them all safe, but I failed miserably. And now this time I have to keep Elena close to me if it kills me,” he said, gripping the top of the cane remembering the first time he saved the little girl back at the distillery and the start of a bond between her and him.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Mr. Solomon’s is Elena your daughter or some other family member of yours?” She asked, walking inside the room as she sat down on one of the couch armchairs hoping it wasn’t too much to ask.

“Hehe, funny that you say that Mrs. Shelby, but she ain’t my daughter. If she was my blood, I would break hell and would start losing my mind little by little. But she became family to me and so did Isabel, her older sister and then my love Jovonka. She became my everything in this world that I could have ever thought of having. Until I lost her that day, when he came to ruin everything,” he said, inhaling hot breaths through his nostrils can’t get that awful image out of his mind when Sabini cut her precious soft face.

Grace nodded her head silently, understanding what Alfie is feeling at the moment, which she would feel the same way if he were in his place. Thinking about if something terrible would happen to her, Charlie and Thomas, she would most likely lose her mind as well. They are her whole life and happiness. Without them she would feel hopeless, lost, and feel a black dark hole in her heart. It sometimes haunted her, but tried her best to not think of it too much. Before she could ask Alfie another question, the little boy Charlie came inside while carrying a wooden horse toy between his hands.

“Mama,” he said, showing off the toy to his mother while she smiled, placing him on top of her lap hugging him close to her.

Alfie saw this, seeing the happy innocent son and mother sharing a tender moment in which he felt warm inside. Seeing how close of a bond they have together, reminding him of what he felt with Elena when they were back in Margate. Sharing wonderful memories and letting her be like a child, that she is meant to act. There was a sudden light coming from outside the window, which showed that Thomas and Elena had finally arrived.

“Father is here,” Charlie cheerfully saw the headlights of the car coming to a complete stop as he hopped off from her mother’s lap.

“Yes, it is papa. Come on, let’s go see him, Mr. Solomons. Will you join us?” Grace asked, but the only reply she got from him was just a nodding gesture.

As the trio made it to the front door of the house, Thomas came out of the car as he opened the door for Elena. Scared at first as she hugged Cyril close in her tiny arms.

“It’s alright Elena, you’re safe, and I forgot to tell you, but there is someone that has been waiting for your arrival. He’s waiting for you at the door, do you trust me?” He said giving her another reassuring smile extending his right hand out to her Elena took his hand as she made her way out of the car her feet touching the dirt floor while Cyril followed right behind her

In front of her, she saw the enormous house. She then saw a woman with beautiful blonde short hair with a nice looking white blouse dress with a little boy next to her. But suddenly behind them she saw a familiar face and, to her shock, she knew who it was right away.

“ALFIE!” she cried out while running her way towards him while the big bullmastiff ran after her, also recognizing his owner.

Alfie fast walked his way down the small steps, not caring if he was still in pain making his way towards the little girl. They both met in the middle of a water fountain. Both Elena and Alfie embraced in a warm, tight hug as he sat on his knees. Cyril excitedly sniffed around Alfie’s scent while he whined at his owner, happy to see his owner once again.

“Oh, Elena I’m so glad to see you again I thought I lost you too, but thank God you’re here now,” he said leaning back to see her bright face seeing tears streaming down her cheeks, “and you as well Cyril.”

He patted the top of the dog’s head, barking in reply, giving small kisses on the side of his owner’s face, which Alfie just let him be.

Thomas smiled at the scene in front of him, knowing he did the right thing to bring the girl to Alfie. Knowing now that he had to think of what he promised to do for Alfie and that is to find Jovonka and her sister Isabel.

“It’s good to see you too Alfie I was worried that the evil men caught you. But what happened to your face?” She said, placing her right hand gently against his ugly scar, which didn’t bother him for one bit.

“It’s nothing, Little Elena, and something you shouldn’t worry about too much, yea? We should get inside. It’s getting late. Now are you feelin’ hungry, darlin’? Dinner is about to be served. Would you like some?” He said, giving her a smile at her which she nodded her head in “yes.”

And just like that, Alfie felt at peace finally knowing that Elena was back in his arms and away from harm.

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A Boy Name Thomas A.K.A.(Lazarus)- 80's AU

A Tom Hardy X Violet(FemOC) Story

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!!!🥳🎉🍾🎇🙌🏼 I hope you all are or had a wonderful New Year with family and friends I want to end the last day of 2022 with this mini blurp that I thought would be a nice idea. So it just came into mind while I was listening to the Black Celebration album by Depeche Mode. But it also inspired me by this photo of a young Tom Hardy with his baby face down below👇🏼Thank you for this wonderful photo that I am happy to share with you all. I hope you enjoy it as always and please comment, like, and reblog it'll help the page thank you to all of my 200 followers as of right now. For your support and for reading my stories. I'll see you all in 2023 guys and once again Happy New Year.

Summary: On one magical night in Oxford two unique characters from different backgrounds, a singer and a fan together share a lovely evening together not believing she just spent time with her celebrity crush. And what if Tom became a goth singer winning over the hearts of his adoring fans of many but only one caught both his eyes and heart?

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Word Count: 3,676

WARNING 18+: Light Cussing, & Lots of Fluff!

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Oxford, United Kingdom- 1986

Violet and her best friend Ivy waited patiently outside of the stadium in Oxford. It was finally the day that the girls would see their favorite band, This Dark Plague. Ever since they first heard their first album, it was nothing like they have heard of before. The voice of Lazarus, the lead singer of the band, took their souls away. His voice was like they sent it from the heavens from above, silky, smooth, and yet hauntingly beautiful. Being gifted with such a rare voice is something few people hear in the music industry. Knowing that there was pure talent in the young boy. Once the front doors of the stadium finally opened, Violet and Ivy squealed amongst themselves. As both girls held hands together while doing small hops.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please,” said one security guard as he said the following, “welcome to the show. We would like for you all to do us a favor before going in. Please have your tickets ready for us to stamp. And for anyone who has bags, we will check them after we mark your tickets. Once again, have your bags and tickets ready to make the queue go faster. Thank you and have a wonderful time here on the tour.”

“Oh my gosh, Violet, I can’t believe we are already here. Tell me this is all a dream?” Said Ivy, still holding onto her friend’s right hand, not wanting to let go.

“Are you being a joker, Ivy? Of course, this is not a dream we are here, don’t you see? We are about to see Lazarus in the flesh. You and I have to at least be in front of the stage as much as we can. I’ll make a run for it, yes?” Violet said, giving a cheeky smile along with a wink at her friend, which Ivy giggled at her gesture.

Once their tickets were stamped and luckily didn’t bring bags. Violet made a run towards the floor of the stadium, hoping to find a suitable spot for both her and Ivy. After a small jog, she then finally made it where there were at least a group of 7 people. Violet heaved in and out of breath, still not believing that she was going to see her dream band in person. She pressed a gentle hand against her chest, feeling her heartbeat ceasing down little by little. Ivy made it some minutes later, standing next to her friend as they now patiently waited for This Dark Plague to come out to sing.

“What type of perfume do you think Lazarus might wear out for tonight?” Ivy then asked some time later as more people came along the floor, becoming warmer and clamped together.”

“Oh, I bet it is something pleasant, but what I care about the most is to hear that angel like voice he has. And those eyes oh god those dark blue eyes of his how can I can’t say no to him,” Violet gasped out picturing Lazarus in that wonderful black leather jacket he became iconic for with that soft trimmed dark brown hair that seemed to be soft to touch and that baby face oh god can you ask for more,” she said feeling her cheeks turn pink seeing she couldn’t take that image off of her head now anymore.

After what felt like hours going by slowly, the stadium suddenly became loud and full. While some other songs from other popular bands that Ivy and Violet know were played in the background. Just so the atmosphere doesn’t seem to be gloomy or boring, it made some people dance to the best of the music. As they played the last song of the night, the music paused. Only you can hear people speaking to each other. Suddenly, the time of what Violet and Ivy came to see was about to begin. Cheers and claps erupted in the air as Ivy and Violet squirmed under their breaths as the stage went dark while an ambiance sound played on.

“Oh my god, Ivy, they’re coming, they’re coming!” Violet said excitedly as the music continued to play louder.

A dark purple light illuminated the stage as a small cloud of fog spread out across the stage. Without the girls realizing, the band members came out. One by one, only three members appeared through the white fog, getting to their positions behind each instrument they play on. Violet was confused where Lazarus could appear, but out of nowhere, that voice suddenly spoke through the big speakers.

“Good evening,” he said in an echo tone, making everyone in the crowd cheer erupted, including Ivy and Violet, “welcome. This first song you all might know of and I want you all to join. And it goes like this.”

The music changed into a deep ambient sound with haunting chimes. Like something you’ll hear from a children’s cartoon, but with a dark twist. Then it happened again, that voice, that enchanted voice that you can get hypnotized to.

Let’s have a black celebration

Black Celebration

Tonight

Violet and Ivy screamed their hearts out once they saw the shadow of Lazarus between the fog and purple lights. He continued seeing he had on his black leather outfit with black sunglasses and his hair fixed back with gel.

To celebrate the fact

That we’ve seen the back of another black day

His full-on appearance made the stadium scream for more than his voice continued to sing his heart out.

I look to you, how you carry on when all hope is gone

Can’t you see?

Your optimistic eyes seem like paradise to someone like me

I want to take you in my arms

Forgetting all I couldn’t do today

Black Celebration

Tonight

Violet and Ivy danced to the beat of the music, singing along to the lyrics while Lazarus held the microphone closer to his lips.

To celebrate the fact

That we’ve seen the back of another black day

He then knelt down to where the girls were standing, reaching out their hands while Lazarus gave a side smirk at them. Violet didn’t notice at first until she felt his leather glove hand against hers. Everything went in slow motion until he sang again as they both made eye contact.

I look to you and your strong belief

Me, I want relief tonight

Consolation I want so much

Want to feel your touch tonight

Take me in your arms

Forgetting all you couldn’t do today

Black Celebration

Tonight

Black Celebration

(I’ll drink to that)

Black Celebration

Tonight

Black Celebration

(I’ll drink to that)

Black Celebration

Tonight

Once the singing came to a full end, they both shared another small moment or two until he kissed Violet’s right hand. Lazarus tilted his black glasses down, revealing those blue eyes of his. Giving her a quick wink, he stood up on his feet and the fans cheered once again.

“Thank you. How are you all doing tonight?” He asked the millions of fans and they all roared with cheers, “righ’ then I am amazed at how many have come today. It’s madness. You all are beautiful, really. Let’s get the show goin’ yea?”

And so, the rest of the night was nothing but an unforgettable and mesmerizing show. Filled with enchanting music, dancing, and living the dream that Violet and Ivy could ever ask for. Once in a while, Lazarus would come their way, which was strange for Violet. Thinking why she and not anyone else in the crowd while other girls were screaming his name out to get his attention. She would try her best to ignore it as both friends continued to sing their hearts out. As the show came to a close end, Lazarus and the rest of his bandmates took a bow and thanked everyone once more.

“Thank you very much and good night,” he said, his voice echoing through the large stadium, disappearing into the thick fog.

Backstage, however, Lazarus had other thoughts in his mind besides accomplishing another successful night. But not just anything out of the ordinary, but he focused on the girl in the crowd with raven hair, dark amber eyes, peachy light skin, a very intriguing black long-sleeve shirt with a black long skirt.

I wonder who she was???

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Both girls felt a bit exhausted and tired, but it didn’t stop them from going around the corner to get a late-night bite. A small group of people were inside the restaurant shop, so Ivy suggested waiting in the queue. While Violet would find a table for them to sit at. It took a couple of minutes for her to find a table looking from one side to another. Feeling like giving up on the spot, however, her luck didn’t run out just yet. From far away, there stood a group of young boys, laughing. One of them was smoking some cigarettes while they continued eating. But one of them stood out from the crowd, which made Violet nervously panic on the inside. It was This Dark Plague themselves of all people, seeing them here amongst the fans. But they were half dressed differently from when they were on stage. She recognized them right away, thinking if this was true or not. Lazarus then looked to the side, noticing Violet standing far in the distance with a smile on his face. He had his black sunglasses on, still wearing that leather black jacket, but underneath it; he had on a band shirt. While resting his back against the brick wall of the restaurant, both Lazarus and Violet made eye contact. He removed his glasses after seeing the girl he saw earlier at the stadium. Startled, she looked away, pretending he didn’t see him trying to walk the other way. It was too late until she heard someone calling out directly at her.

“Hey excuse me miss,” said he reaching out to her with his hand gently placing it on her left shoulder.

She became stiff like a statue, nervous to turn to face the person she knew who it was. Though Violet didn’t want to look foolish in front of him and so she slowly met eyes with him.

“Sorry to bother, but I see you having trouble finding a place to sit. If you like, I and my mates have space at our table. You’re more than welcome to maybe want to sit with us. I insist, of course,” he said, giving a friendly smile. Violet returned the gesture with some shyness.

“Oh, that’s very kind of you really, but that won’t be necessary really I-.”

“Violet, is that who I think it is?” Ivy exclaimed, holding two plates of fish and chips in both hands. Her mouth and eyes opened in awe, “Oh my god it’s you Lazarus. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Well, I’m glad to meet you girls. I’m telling your friend here that we have some seats open over with the boys. And you two are welcome to sit with us,” he said as one bandmate saw the entire scene going about.

“Oh, do you? That sounds grand, Violet don’t be rude come on let’s go sit yea?” Said Ivy already making her way toward the table leaving Violet and Lazarus alone.

“You know you didn’t have to do that,” she said, seeing her best friend greeting the group as the boys welcomed her with open arms.

“Well, I just thought it would be fair, since this place is quite full. And I see you had a hard time looking for a place to sit, you know,” he said nervously, folding his hands together while biting on his bottom lips.

Violet didn’t say a word, hugging her arms together and looking back at Ivy, who she was now speaking to one of the boys. Seeing she was having a pleasant conversation about whatever made one of the band members laugh.

“Look, I didn’t mean to be such a disturbance to you and your friend. I want to say I’m sorry for ruining your night if I did that,” he said apologetically, hoping that she won’t see him from a different perspective.

At that moment, Violet felt like a big ungrateful brat for questioning and denying her favorite singer’s offer. Seeing that he was just being generous, welcoming, and a massive sweetheart.

Wow I’m such a fucking dick…

“I’ll just let your friend know you’re not feeling alrigh-.”

“No, please I- I want to say I’m sorry. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I don’t know what got into me for sounding like a cunt. I’m the one that should apologize,” Violet admittedly said, feeling her cheeks warm with embarrassment sounding like a total fool in front of her crush.

Lazarus saw this happening in front of him and, without saying a word, he placed a hand on top of her left shoulder. Violet felt his large hand as she looked back at those deep blue eyes of his.

“Don’t be ok and don’t say you’re a cunt either, we just got on the wrong side of things. But know this right, I’m not that type of prick that gets offended easily. Trust me, I’ve heard and encountered far worst characters,” Lazarus said with a side grin. Violet only smiled bigger as he continued, “but none of that now. How about we join with your friend and my mates, eh? I like you to meet everyone.”

“Yes, of course, and actually let me reintroduce myself properly. My name is Violet. It’s wonderful to meet you, Lazarus,” she said as they walked their way toward Ivy and the band.

“Ah well, it’s lovely to meet you, darling, and Violet. That’s a beautiful name. I got to say I like it,” he said, giving her another side smile. Suddenly, she felt her body become warm once more.

As the night went on for what felt like hours, Ivy and Violet were enjoying the band’s company very much. Seeing a different side of each band member, including Lazarus. Ivy never stopped asking Dracu, the synthesizer player, about why he chose such an instrument, why he joined the band, and so many that he generously asked away. While the others laughed and talked about other things and sometimes made fun of their friend, seeing how Ivy is such a chitter chatter. But Dracu didn’t care because he found her company enjoyable and never talked this much to someone like this before, especially a girl. Violet and Lazarus, meanwhile, were more into the most serious talks. Talking about if he never was a singer, what would he be doing if he would choose a distinct career path than being in a band, etc. He would, mostly, give her some very intelligent and in awe answers that Violet never thought she would hear. It made her feel awestruck and would listen to him for hours and hours day and night. Blade, the back vocalist, would eavesdrop once or twice on Lazarus’s and Violet’s conversations. Seeing and hearing how open and expressive he sounded towards the young woman. It was rare to see him socialize with other people for past reasons. The last time Lazarus did this sort of thing was with his then ex-girlfriend 2 years ago. It was alright from the beginning, but once the band gained more recognition to the public, things went downhill in both the relationship and mostly for Lazarus. On the night he came back home from the recording studio, it shocked him when he saw Bella with another man in the bed they both shared. Heartbroken and not saying anything, he stayed over at Blade’s house on that same night. It hurt to see his friend with anger and sadness in his heart. But after some time passed, Lazarus got over it mostly. He did loved her unconditionally but Dracu, Blade, and Vlad, their “manager” of the band, had this bad feeling about Bella. She liked the attention, but not in a good way. She never left Lazarus’ side for one moment and worst yet she demanded to be in a music video but for her own selfishness. Bella cared more about being in the spotlight than the band, but those days were over. What Dracu cared to see is Lazarus being open again and looking more comfortable than he did before.

“Oh Christ, look at the hour. It’s getting late. Thank you again for a wonderful night. It was a pleasure, boys, and Dracu,” Ivy cheekily smiled at him. He felt his face flush red. “good luck on your other shows too. I hope you all have fun.”

“I’m glad you girls enjoyed our company. It was nice to meet some civilized fans unlike before,” Vlad said sarcastically, taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Don’t be such a dick mate,” said Dracu, lightly pinching him on his right shoulder, which he only chuckled.

“Awww, we’re flattered, really. Thanks again for being so marvelous,” Ivy said, smiling at her friend, who did the same.

“By the way, if you ladies want, we can take you two to your homes or hotel room. I insist again. If that’s fine with you both,” suggested Lazarus Ivy cheerfully said ‘yes’ quickly in a heartbeat.

Sometime later, after saying their last goodbyes to everyone, Lazarus and the girls made it back to the hotel that was close to the restaurant. Ivy and Violet made their way out of the car as Lazarus did the same.

“Well then, I hope you two have a good night’s rest. I appreciate you both for coming to our show and being amazing fans. Really, it means a lot to us and from my heart,” he said, sounding grateful, and the girls smiled big at the compliment.

“Aww, you are so kind and thank you for bringing us to our hotel. It means a lot. But have a goodnight and have fun in your next concerts,” said Ivy, looking back at Violet saying ‘thank you’ as well.

Before Violet went inside the doors of the hotel while following Ivy behind, she then heard her name being called out.

“Violet, ummm, do you have a moment if that is alright with you?” he asked shyly asked, but Violet nodded her head in agreement.

“Is everything alright Lazarus?” She asked, a bit confused why he wanted to talk to her alone.

“No, nothing is wrong. I just… I thought whenever I have time off for myself, we might stay in touch and talk. Of course, when you’re also free and not doing anything, what I’m trying to tell you is that this was a lovely night and I just think you were a very interesting girl and I-.”

“Lazarus.”

“It’s Thomas,” he snapped. Violet eyebrows formed in confusion but he continued on, “call me Thomas. I know it’s strange to say my real name to you, but I wanted to say it. I oddly felt like I needed to tell you my stage name is just a character from the real me.”

Violet only nodded her head slowly and never thought of hearing such a thing, especially the front man of This Dark Plague.

“I’m sorry for making all of this awkward, truly I don’t know why I asked in the fir-.”

“Thomas, hey it’s alright don’t worry. I have to say I like your real name more than your stage name. I think it suits you better. And I’ll gladly like to stay in touch with you. You make the call and I’ll be there yea?” Violet said, giving him a reassuring smile, which he then let out a small sigh of relief.

“Sounds good then. I should let you know it’s getting cold out here. Nighty night, Lady Violet, I hope we see each other again soon,” he said, smiling back at her while she chuckled at his gesture.

“You have a safe trip, Sir Thomas. We will speak again and call me when you are free. Here, I’ll give you my number.

Do you have a paper and pen for me to write?”

“Oh yes, I give me a moment,” Thomas said, going back inside the car and retrieving a pen and a piece of paper.

Once Violet wrote the phone number of her hotel room in the end, she put a small drawing of a heart. He found this adorable in his eyes, his heart jumping from inside.

“I’ll keep this close to me, I promise. Goodnight, love,” he said, finally making his way to the car. Violet looked on, waving a small hand at him.

As he drove into the night, Thomas couldn’t stop looking at the small price of paper with Violet’s number and heart drawing. Not believing how this night turned out, then what he thought at first.

4 weeks into their tour, both Thomas and Violet did indeed end up talking to each other as he promised. It started slowly at first, but as one concert went to another, a small blossom grew behind the scenes. Both the fan and the singer had many things in common, but the two wanted more than just being friends. Just before autumn arrived, Thomas surprised her after Violet told him she was going back home to Epson, which wasn’t far from his hometown of Hammersmith. Before going home, he instead drove to Violet with an enormous bouquet of roses in his hands with a love note in the middle. Arriving in front of her house, he walked his way up to the door, knocking. As they opened the door, to his surprise, it was the person he was looking forward to seeing.

“Thomas, I’m so glad to see you, my love,” she said between her big smile hugging him around his neck. Both exchanged a sweet, welcoming kiss on the lips.

“Hello my darling, I’m finally back home with you. I’ve missed you so much.”

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