#1800's fic

[paperleef]

The week is complete! Even though I was very late with 6.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Criminal AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 25, word count 857

Sirius, wrapped in his brand-new wool cloak, sauntered down the street, perusing the wears of the local sellers. It was market day, and the locals were out in their droves. Normally, Sirius wouldn’t deem to mix with the riff-raff, but after the stifling morning of lessons and the lecture from his parents about upholding the family name, he’d needed to escape. To lose himself for a while. 

Out here amongst the lesser mortals, he could pretend he wasn’t the heir to the most prestigious family in the country. Even the royals couldn’t hold a beacon to the power and respect garnered by the House of Black. 

He breathed in the putrid smell of the lower classes and revelled in the freedom. He’d just spotted a shabby-looking pie shop and debated braving the questionable-looking meat when a tall man with a face lashed with scars knocked into his side. 

“Sorry, excuse me,” The man mumbled hurriedly before continuing down the street. 

Now, Sirius was many things, but a fool he was not. He checked where his coin purse had been secure in his pocket, and of course, it was gone. 

“Hey, you! Come back here!” He bellowed down the street, his anger rippling through. The man glanced over his shoulder and took off at a full run, his long legs an advantage over Sirius’s shorter ones, but only for so long. 

Sirius had lived his entire life in a saddle, pushing himself and his horses faster and faster for longer and longer. He was built for endurance. His well-muscled thighs were still pumping as the thief began to tire. 

The thief clearly knew the streets well, but so did Sirius, having come here many times over the years to escape. He followed the man down every twisting, turning alley until the lanky being took a wrong turn and trapped himself in a dead end, his back up against the wall.

Sirius slowed to a long stride and casually leant against the narrow passageway in front of the exhausted man. He extended his arm and raised his brow. The thief sighed, threw the purse to his waiting hand and slumped to the floor, breathing heavily. It was then that Sirius noticed how skinny he was and how ragged his thin clothes were. 

“You do this often, then?” Sirius asked sternly, trying to get a feel for the man. The man looked up, shocked to see Sirius still there watching him. He pulled his thin clothes around him tighter and scowled at the brown puddle against the brickwork. 

“No,” He muttered. “You looked like an easy target.” His eyes snapped up to look straight at Sirius. “Clearly not.” He spat onto the ground. “Why are you still here? Get the Bobbys if you want. I’m in no condition to move now.” 

Sirius watched his chest heave with each laboured breath and sighed. For some godforsaken reason, he couldn’t leave the half-starved vagrant.

“You got someone waiting for you?” He asked. The thief flinched. 

“Yes,” He said, and Sirius knew it for the lie it was. This man had nothing and no one. 

“You good with your hands?” He questioned further. Those warm brown eyes dropped and stared beneath Sirius’s cloak. The man began to crawl forward and was reaching towards Sirius when Sirius realised what was happening. “No, no! That’s not what I meant!” He gently pushed the man’s hand away from the buttons on his trousers. “We need a groundsman to tend to the flowerbeds and whatnot. Keep the grass cut, walls intact, that sort of thing. There’s a small hut and a salary with the job. If you want it, of course.” He’d started babbling, so he stopped himself. The brown eyes darkened. 

“What’s the catch?” He rasped from the floor in front of Sirius. 

“Nothing, no catch. Just don’t tell my parents this is where we met.” Sirius panicked for a second. His parents would have the man killed if they knew where he’d come from.

“You live with your parents?” The man snorted but stopped quickly, catching himself. 

“I’m in a different wing,” Sirius explained. He held his hand out to the crouching man. “Sirius Black, heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black.” The man gawped. Sirius motioned with his hand for the other man to take it. The man hesitated before slowly accepting it. Sirius helped him haul himself to his feet. “And you are?” He prompted when the man didn’t reciprocate. 

“Remus Lupin. I don’t have a fancy title to go with it.” He said blandly. Sirius threw his head back and laughed. 

“Well, Remus,” He said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “The first thing we’re going to do is get a hot meal into you, and then we’ll pick out some new clothes, but the main thing you need, my new friend, is a bath, because and I do mean to be rude here, you smell worse than the Thames.” He softened his words with a smile and a wink before he turned on his heel, Remus following close behind him as they reentered the bustling streets of London.  

[carebooks]

ideas for the Lockwood & Co. crossover with Bridgerton

beware, this gets pretty dark for the Bridgertons

Lockwood and Co. are investigating an old mansion in Mayfair, ever since they’re recent adventures surrounding the bone glass they’ve been moving up in the world a bit. And now it was time to locate and contain a Type 2.

When they arrived, they were faced with a much worse terrifying feeling of dread than from their previous cases. Yet, it was also twisted and different, not quite the same as they usually expect. It took a while to find any ghost at all, let alone a Type 2, and most of what Lucy could hear were happy memories from the house of different people, a family most likely.

Finally, she started hearing a low buzzing, and so did the boys too eventually. They made their way to the mansion’s cellar and that’s where they discovered:

“Please tell me that is not what I think it is,” spoke Lucy since no one else would. The boys remained in uncomfortable silence for a minute or two.

“That looks like…” Lockwood trailed off.

“The bone glass.” George finished for him.

A warped copy of the bone glass they had dealt not six months ago sitting in the middle of the floor.

They froze finding that thing, but the strangest bit about it was despite looking like the bone glass, it was missing the most crucial part of the relic: its center.

The rest of it resembled the first one they encountered, only slightly bigger, almost the size of a Viking shield. But the center was missing, it was just gone, an empty circle where they could see the cement floor beneath it.

When Bickerstaff first made his infamous bone glass, not many knew that it was not the first attempt. Nearly fifty years before when he was a young man he made his first attempt.

His first try was on a rich family of the ton. In his older age he would come to regret going after such a well-known family, but they were accesible to him and the perfect number he needed. The mother had eight children, they were all more than enough for his glorious venture.

That night, the Bridgerton family were all together, they were celebrating Hyacinth’s twelfth birthday, it was the whole family minus their spouses. Daphne came with her son as Simon and her were going through a small tiff at the moment. And Anthony’s wife, Kate, was visiting her sister out of town. It was supposed to be a lovely affair, filled with laughter and dancing. And birthday hats, of course.

Unfortunately, that night came a man. He was a Lord, from what Violet could remember. A Lord that lived a bit far off from their city and was always invited to the ton’s balls, especially during the matchmaking seasons. He had danced shortly with both her oldest daughters if she remembered correctly.

No one knew what Bickerstaff was doing there. No one expected him to commit such heinous, morbid, inhumane crimes. He went after the servants first, killed them and made sure the home was isolated. Then he went after the men, easier to subdue the women with them out of the way, it may have involved threatening their mother. Then after that it seemed easy to just go oldest to youngest. They screamed and they cried and he didn’t care. But as he went through them all he noticed something by the time that all that was left was the mother. He had taken his seven souls, seven Sources, but she had eight children. Who was missing?

He tried forcing her to tell him, threatening to kill her if she didn’t speak the truth. But what good was that when she was already dead by the time he cut into her firstborn? She would never tell him where her last living child was, she’d rather join the ones that were taken from her. And just as he was going to torture it out of her, she got the upper-hand, he was too distracted, she was gaining some adrenaline. And so she took the knife he had been wielding and drove into his torso, leaving him on the floor and taking the macabre object he made with her children’s remains. She refused to leave what was left of them with their killer.

And so he chased after her until he caught her near the up the stairs. It didn’t take long for a fight to ensue and she realized what she would do. She didn’t know what this strange relic was or why he had to destroy her family to make it, but she didn’t care. She lost what was most precious to her and now so would he. She made a determined step to the balcony overlooking the foyer, it had been bent and open during the earlier fights with her boys fighting the intruder. Still gripping the bone glass, she stepped off the ledge and made sure to aim it at the ground. She died on impact as the glass shattered around her. Her revenge complete and his crimes wasted.

He tried repairing what was left back in the cellar, but to no avail. It was damaged beyond repair. He left it there and didn’t look back.

Hours later, the third daughter and sixth child had arrived. Francesca Bridgerton had arrived late, coming all the way from her private studies in London. With gift in hand for her little sister, she didn’t know she would arrive to her home only to find her mother and siblings all horribly murdered. Her screams were heard throughout the neighborhood, alerting all of the ton practically.

The papers called it the Butchered Bridgertons.

Simon drank and barely left his manor when news of his wife’s and son’s murders made their way to him.

Kate, now a grieving widow but with no son to inherit the Viscount title, started living with her step-mother again. She goes back to India a few years later.

Penelope lost her best friend and her long time crush in one swoop, she stopped writing as Lady Whistledown for a year.

Lady Danbury visits Simon often, at this point just trying to make sure he doesn’t drink himself to death, and when she passes in her sleep six years later, he does.

The Queen had ordered her men to find the criminals responsible for her own subjects being murdered in their home. Mainly because the ton started talking of how the King and Queen cannot protect their own people. Everyone has become even more distrusting ever since.

Francesca Bridgerton is the last remaining Bridgerton left alive.

She cannot inherit her brother’s title and it’s passed on to a distant male cousin she barely knew. She cannot stay in Mayfair any longer. Rather than become some stranger’s ward and be forced to live in the place where so much death happened, she took what money she could find, her mother and sister’s jewels, and her brother’s hunting knife. She headed North, as far as she could get from the ton and from that house.

She eventually settles in a small town, finding work as a serving girl, and a few years down the line she marries a kind man and they have four children, two boys, two girls. She names them after her siblings and her mother.

When Violet Bridgerton jumped off that ledge and smashed the bone glass, something happened. One might never know what caused it: her self sacrifice, the love and grief of her children, or perhaps just blunt force to the relic— but something she did changed the bone glass. It no longer had those tormented souls, its Sources were in pieces and they suffered less. But it was still powerful. With her death, her ghost created its Source: the bone glass. And all her ghost ever wanted was to go back to a time when her children were happy and alive.

And then it did.

For decades, Violet’s ghost just kept going through the bone portal. Watching her children laugh, cry, and fall in love. But it never lasted, it always ended the same way. She still kept going back to it. She carried it on like a loop. Because that’s what it was.

Two centuries later and Francesca’s descendant would be finding her way to the Bridgerton manor. Finding the remains of the family and discovering what kind of ghost still haunts the area, eventually leading to the activation of the bone portal.

Her source was uncovered and the pretty girl fell first. The boys cried out for her, the taller one diving trying to catch her before it was too late. But as his hand barely grasped hers, he was being pulled down too, and then the third one did his best grabbing the boy’s ankles, to no avail. Soon, all three went falling through the bone window.

When they woke up, to their surprise, they were still alive.

They just weren’t in the right time.

[marcobodtlives]

My chat gpt history is just me asking questions about 1800’s medicine so I can be Paradis Island accurate 💅

[filet-o-feelings]

I keep saying I don't write smut, and then I write some more smut 😐

[sesshy380]

Wordcount of the day: 1100

Yay! 91 WiP is wrapped up! Happy dance!

Also, Monarch fic got posted today (in case you didn't catch my earlier post or the reblogs).

Details on Monarch fic here.

Thanks to a certain mutual's comments, I am going to go ahead and add to this AU. I have lots of ideas surrounding life for Atem and Yami traversing the unexpected path of parenthood.

[metalmiez]

Another 1800s Aziracrow Drawing inspired by the most recent chapter of @riathedreamer s GO fanfic „Are we meant to read the footnotes?“ 🥹 (i tagged the fic in the comments)

I really liked the flirty Crowley trying to get his Angel closer by simply playing to be a really annoying customer 🖤

[slaybestieslay946]

Luke Castellan and Persephone!Child (I know she doesn’t canonically have Demi-god kids but I feel like it fits well) with a story similar to Eurydice and Orpheus’s sad tale.

thank you so much for your request, it acc ties in really well to a fic idea ive had for a while, so i was so excited to see this in my inbox!!

Circle

MASTERLIST

word count: 1800

pairing: luke castellan x persephone!reader

warnings: death, minor depictions of violence, angst

a/n: partly inspired by the request, partly by mitski's song 'circle' honestly i think it made this extra gut-wrenching. hope you all enjoy!

'Nobody knows my lover, is buried underground.'

When Luke Castellan received his quest, everyone knew who he would pick to take with him. 

Immediately, he turned to you, flashing you a bright grin, and beckoning you towards him. You laughed, wading through the crowd to your lover, smiling brightly all the way. 

The rest of camp half blood rolled their eyes fondly at the pair of you, and just how disgustingly in love you were. 

It had been like this ever since you arrived at camp half blood, mere months after Luke himself. 

You’d been escorted to the Hermes cabin by one of the older campers, and sat down on a bunk bed. You had looked around the place, lost, confused, and homesick. 

And then a boy stepped up to you, asking how you were, what your name was. And gods, even at the age of 14, you knew he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen. Luke thought the same about you. 

He was so drawn to you, he couldn’t stay away. 

Now, even 4 years later, nothing had changed. 

He was openly enraptured by you, just as Hades was with your mother. He was never seen without you by his side, so of course he’d pick you to bring on his first quest.

A few days later, you set off, Luke’s half-brother, Chris Rodriguez in tow. Everything started off well, you’d managed to locate someone to tell you where the Garden of Hesperides was, in order to retrieve the golden apple that you had been sent for. 

On the way there, you hardly encountered any monsters. You lived comfortably, even if you slept in motels every night, and dined on gas station food. 

It all went downhill when you finally reached the garden. 

You and Chris stood guard whilst Luke stepped towards the tree, no sword in his hand. You kept your spear gripped tightly in your hand, should he awake the dragon sleeping at his feet. 

He eventually reached the foot of the tree, taking a deep breath before reaching up into the branches, and trying to snag one of the apples. Meanwhile, you didn’t take your eyes off the dragon, watching it for any sign of movement. 

And when it finally opened its dark eye, looking up at Luke, you ran forward, sprinting towards it with your spear outstretched to stab it. 

But you weren’t fast enough, and it turned, slashing a talon across your chest, and sending you collapsing onto the ground, blood soaking into your shirt. 

Luke darted towards you and in his rush, he wasn’t able to avoid the sharp tail of the dragon whipping across his face, leaving a fine cut all the way down it. 

He ignored the biting pain, barely able to register it when all he could see was you, lying on the floor, a pool of blood encircling you. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He whispered, patting your cheek gently, cradling your body to his chest, “You’re gonna be alright, yeah? Just open your eyes for me baby.” 

You struggled to do as he asked, looking up at your lover with confused eyes. 

“You-” You coughed, “You have to go. It’s over for me. Gonna go see mom.”

“No, no. Gotta stay with me. We can get through this.” He cried, brushing his thumbs across your face.

“I- I- I love y-you. W-we’ll s-see each other ag-gain.” You did your best to smile, and while all you wanted to do was reach up and hold his face, you found you didn’t have the strength to do so. 

He continued to cry and beg you to come back, but it was all for nothing, you’d gone silent, and your eyes were all still. 

And then vines began to wrap around your body, pulling you into the earth, down towards Persephone, your mother. 

Luke kept crying as they took you away from him, leaving nothing but your camp necklace behind. 

“Hey, man, we gotta go.” He heard Chris call, and he whipped his head around to berate him, until he saw his half-brother was currently in combat with the dragon that had killed you. 

He was right, they had to go. 

He scooped your camp necklace off of the ground, and ran towards his brother, who detached from his fight with the dragon to run away from the garden. Luke followed after him, tears streaming down his face the whole way. 

*

When Luke got back to camp, he was different. Numb. 

Annabeth ran up to him when they descended the hill, a bright smile on her face at her older brother's return. It faded slightly when she saw you weren’t right beside him. 

“Where’s Y/N?” She asked, looking around as if you’d pop out from nowhere.

“Gone.” Was all Luke could manage to say, pulling his little sister in for a hug he so desperately needed, confirmation that at least she was still here. 

For the next few months, he barely left the Hermes cabin, only ever going down to the amphitheatre in the early hours of the morning, where he could be seen slashing recklessly at wooden dummies left right and centre. 

He didn’t know how to live without you. He always thought you’d be with him forever. He had this vision that together you would grow old, and would die while sitting on some front porch, holding hands as you went at the same moment. 

Now he realised that it was a pipedream. You were demigods, it was never going to work out like that. 

But he couldn’t go on living like this. He didn’t want to wake up in the morning if you weren’t beside him. So he formed his plan, to go down to the underworld and retrieve you himself. 

His father was the god of travellers, and your mother was the queen of the underworld. It could work. 

So he travelled to the entrance to the underworld, your camp necklace in his hands, and prayed. First to your mother, asking for an audience, and second to his father, asking for use of his access to the underworld. It was the first time he had ever asked Hermes for anything, and if this worked, it would probably be the last. He’d never want for anything again if it meant you were with him again. 

And it did work. The gate opened to him, a long staircase down into the darkness. Luke descended quickly; he didn’t want to keep Persephone, or you for that matter, waiting.

He soon found himself pushing through crowds of lost souls, keeping a look out for you, but you were nowhere in sight. He then turned his attention back to reaching Persephone’s throne, breathing a sigh of relief as he finally found himself at the foot of it, looking up at the goddess herself. 

“You requested an audience with me, Mr Castellan. I hope this is not about my daughter.” Persephone said sternly, looking down at the demigod, her fears confirmed when she saw the string of beads clutched in his hands. 

“It is, but-”

“There’s no buts. I can’t do anything about your predicament. It is not within my jurisdiction.” She declared, her voice growing regretful, “My daughter is in Elysium, and that’s where she must stay.” 

“My lady, I understand that this is difficult for you. But we both know Y/N… died before her time. She would want to come back. She deserves to have a life.” 

“And you would give that to her?” 

“Yes.” 

“And you would protect her, better than I can?”

Luke gulped, “Just as well.” 

The goddess sighed, and muttered, almost to herself, “We have had this problem before, persuasive mortals and their tales of love. Let’s see if you can fare any better, Luke Castellan.” 

“I will release my only daughter from the underworld, on one condition. As you lead her back into the world of the living, you mustn’t look back at her. She will be following you, trust me on that, demigod.” 

“And if I do? Look back?” 

“Then you will never see her again. Not in your world, nor mine,” She looked down at him once again, a sad look in her eyes, “Now go, exit through the fields of asphodel, she will follow you from there.” 

Luke nodded firmly, and turned back around, returning the way he came, smiling more brightly than he had in months. 

He was going to see his Y/N again, all he had to do was not look back at her, how difficult could that be?

He pushed his way back through the fields of asphodel, keeping a tight hold of her camp beads. As soon as they reached the surface, he would string them around her neck again. He’d be able to hold her face in his palms, to kiss her, to hug her. Everything would be alright again. 

As he returned to the staircase, he felt a rush of wind behind him. It had to be her. Then, to confirm his suspicions, he heard soft footsteps on the stone staircase. Luke smiled to himself once again, wishing so desperately that he could greet her, but not wanting to break Persephone’s rules. 

He continued up the staircase for what felt like hours, it was definitely taking him a lot longer this time. The thing that kept him going was your footsteps behind him, a reminder that you were still there, following after him. 

Until they stopped, right as he became able to see the light coming from the living world above him. 

He paused for a moment, listening out for you. But he couldn’t hear anything besides his panting breaths and the odd screech of a harpy. 

Luke began to grow worried, a pit forming in his stomach, but he kept climbing the stairs. Persephone told him you’d be following, she wouldn’t lie, would she?

Or maybe it was all some elaborate joke. Fortune hadn’t been on his side recently. 

Maybe he should check. Just a peek, it couldn’t hurt, could it? What was so wrong about him looking back anyway, why shouldn’t he want to see his lover, the girl he would do anything for?

So he did. He turned, to look over his shoulder. 

And of course, you were right behind him, just like your mother said you would. 

At first you looked joyful to see him, and then your face fell in horror as you realised what he had done. You reached out to touch him, to hold on, but you couldn’t quite reach. And then you felt yourself being pulled back, away from him. 

Luke watched on in horror as you fell back into the abyss.

[foolishlovers]

Hi! I love your recs so much! Thank you for all the work you put into them! I hope it is okay to request my own? I would love to see a list of your favorite humorous explicit fics starring our ineffable idiots. I prefer non AUs, but if you have an absolute masterpiece, I'll take it no matter what!

Only if you want to, of course! Thank you, again!!

hey, that's so sweet, thank you so much!! 💜

of course, here are some of my favourite non AU humorous explicit good omens fics: [you can request more fic recs here.]

i made an excuse (you found another way) by orphan_account (1k) “Angel, the restaurant’s right there.” It was. Crowley gestured to it with a definitive arm wave. The Ritz was at the corner of Piccadilly and Arlington, and they could see the hotel facade as they stepped out of the park. “We can walk there.” “Let’s drive.”

Booty Call by emmagrant01 (2k) “It’s called a ‘butt dial,’ Angel. A ‘booty call’ is something else.”

The Angel Line by FancyTrinkets (2k) The one in which Aziraphale purchases and listens to a pornographic audiobook that just so happens to be narrated by Crowley. Aziraphale cringed and covered his face. This was going to be awful, and also thrilling, and he wasn't sure what he ought to be feeling about it, but there was a definite sense of vicarious shame.

Just a Taste by summerofspock (3k) See, it wasn’t so much the eating. It was the noises. It was the indecent look on Aziraphale’s face. It was the way he licked his fingers and wiggled in his seat. Every little action felt specially created to undo Crowley. And Aziraphale had no idea.

The Rake by CopperBeech (3k) During the long estrangement of the 1800's, Aziraphale practiced a secret hobby – and it wasn’t the gavotte. Crowley finds out in an unexpected way.

For a Good Time, Call by seashadows (3k) Three rings. Four. Seven, and then “Hello?” “Hello, sssssweetheart,” Crowley said. “How would you like my long, slithery tongue up your tight little –“ Then it hit him: he knew that voice. Dear. Fucking. Satan. (Sometime in the depths of the 1990s, Hell tasks Crowley with spreading lust. As usual, he makes as little effort as he can, but gets a heaven of a lot more than he bargained for.)

The One in Which Crowley Discovers Wanking by for_autumn_i_am (5k) It began, like most memorable events in Crowley’s life did, with a bad decision; like most bad decisions, it involved poor impulse control and copious amounts of alcohol. The Antichrist had been born, and he put on lipstick and kitten heels to deal with it, but knew that the clock was ticking, and at times when time was slipping away, it helped to hold onto a bottle of gin.

Fine Dining by iamshame (13k) "There was something else I was going to ask you," Aziraphale continued, unabashed. "Ah… How to put it?" He tapped his hand on his thigh for a moment, and then apparently found inspiration. "Ah! When you're…" Crowley made the mistake of making eye contact with him, and Aziraphale gave him another outrageous wink. "Dining out… What cutlery do you prefer to use?" "I'm sorry?" Crowley said pleasantly, trying his best not to cause anything in the dining room to catch aflame in his frustration. Aziraphale gave him a reproachful stare, as if Crowley were being very stupid. "When you're eating, Crowley. Do you favour the… The knife?" Aziraphale actually glanced conspicuously at his own crotch, and Crowley considered leaving the dining room via the nearest window. "Or the spoon?" Another raised eyebrow. "Or even, let's say, a fork?" "What the fuck is the fork in this situation?" Crowley hissed through gritted teeth. Aziraphale mentions that he'd like to have sex with Crowley. Crowley is completely taken-aback, and very conflicted, and very interested. Aziraphale is also trying to kill him by using elaborate food metaphors to explain the whole subject, which is not helping in the slightest.

Trial & error by fellshish (15k) The Metatron brings in the demon Crowley to stand trial in Heaven. For tempting an angel. Uhhhh. Awkward.

Feast by Ashfae, mostlyjustgoose (15k) Crowley's spent the whole of lockdown asleep. Aziraphale has spent the whole of lockdown baking, cooking, and becoming increasingly frustrated with his solitude. Which eventually leads him to the perfect way to solve all his problems at once… Or, Aziraphale attempts to seduce Crowley with a truly excellent meal, and Crowley is amenable.

One Night In Bangor (And the World's Your Oyster) by Atalan (17k) "All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?" Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval.  "The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening." AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.

Ideal Partner by summerofspock (17k) “Would you like to explain why you’re watching pornography? In your bookshop? During business hours?” Aziraphale flaps his hand, typically dismissive of any criticisms of his abysmal business practices. “Did you know I’ve been on this earth for nearly 6 millennia and have never engaged in intercourse before?” Crowley grinds his teeth and feels his cheeks heat. What is he supposed to say to that?

Anything for Science by Magnolia822 (20k) Aziraphale decides he wants to make an Effort, so he watches a lot of porn for science. And when he asks for help with more hands-on experimentation, Crowley is only more than happy to oblige.

The Loophole, or, How to Convince a Demon God Exists in Three Easy Steps by fellshish (24k) Ah, yes. Being an Archangel is going splendidly. Aziraphale accidentally erases God from the Book of Life.

32 Questions That Lead To Love by ffonippop (32k)

”First formulated in 1997, [32] questions to fall in love is a study by psychologist Dr. Arthur Aron which took place at Stony Brook University, New York. The aim? Speeding up the creation of intimacy between two strangers.” The Cosmopolitan

Okay, fine.

Crowley was 32-Questions-That-Lead-To-Love-ing Aziraphale. Sue him.

He had no expectations, all right? Just, an innocent curiosity.

The Grindr Logo Doesn't Even Have a 'G' In It by indieninja92 (79k) After the Apocalypse, Aziraphale ventures into a new space in the gay milieu - Grindr. There he starts talking to a charming young man who certainly doesn't bear any resemblance at all to a certain long streak of demon, not one bit, no thank you. Meanwhile, Aziraphale and Crowley navigate their friendship after the world failed to end. There is much drinking and silliness, but could it be that there are other feelings lurking underneath?? Of course there are, this is fanfic.

[you can find more fic rec masterposts here]

[bbieangel]

Love the Joel fic!!! plsssss do an Arthur cramps one!!!

Moon Cycle — Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

A/N: I loved writing this! It's my first time writing anything that's not set in the present world so please bare with me <3 And yes, the title is a reference to Melanie Martinez's song :) As always, thank you for your requests and I hope you love it!

Summary: Even when you try to act tough, Arthur Morgan always sees right through you. And, the day you finally allow yourself to feel weak, he's there to help you with your cramps.

Tags: Fluff! A LOT OF FLUFF. High honor Arthur. Self-deprecating Arthur, we all know how he talks to himself. Mentions of his past (Eliza and Mary Linn), reader has a uterus and is menstruating, she doesn't wear the typical clothes that women used in the 1800's (think of it more like Sadie, she dresses like her). This is set before Arthur even knows he's sick.

Word count: 7.8k

Divider by @/peony chance on Pinterest!

Since day one, you had never failed to amaze the whole Van Der Linde gang with your dirty mouth and ways of pissing off Miss Grimshaw. To say the least, they had grown fond of you. And even if you could look after yourself just fine, you laid awake in your cot endless nights just wishing someone was there for you in times where you felt the most vulnerable, needing attention like the dog the gang had adopted. He always ran around, sniffing everyone and looking for any hand that would give him back scratches.

One particular day you had gone out to rob a stagecoach that a guy in Rhodes had told you about. Dutch assigned you to go along with Arthur, the gruff looking, almost giant man. But you knew he hid something else behind his blue-green eyes that often held a hint of tenderness whenever he looked your way.

"Now, stay right behind me, princess."

He muttered as he covered his face behind the rock you were prompted at, making sure the drivers didn't see you.

You groaned. Of course that, out of all of the women in camp, he would call you princess. But he didn't do it for the reasons you thought.

"Call me by my name, Morgan."

You muttered and he let out a deep chuckle, rumbling through his chest and sending butterflies to your stomach. But you wouldn't let your face show that, after all, you kinda liked being called princess by him.

The stagecoach robbery was a success, feeling like a breath of fresh air after what seemed like the gang had been cursed or just ran out of good luck.

Arthur counted the money effortlessly, the flicking of his fingers looking elegant. It was ridiculous, you thought as he you waited for your part.

"Don't forget to give some to camp, princess."

He said, pointing a finger at you. But he knew not to worry about you contributing to the little box Dutch had beside his tent, he had seen you do it more times than anyone else in the gang.

"You don't need to worry about me contributing, Arthur."

You said with a soft smile as you both rode back to camp, side by side, enjoying the nice weather and the views.

—

Later that day, you were sitting up against a log in front of the campfire. A bead of sweat fell down the side of your face and into your shirt. Arthur was going to tease you about it, but he held himself back when he saw the slight frown on your face and your knees being held against your chest.

He sighed, knowing that caring about you wasn't the best decision. He couldn't bring himself to like anyone else, not after Eliza and Mary. But that soft, empathetic part of him was stronger than any of his insecurities, and it needed to know if you were okay. Which you clearly weren't.

He slowly sat down beside you with a look of concern on his face, and placed his calloused hand on your shoulder.

"You alright, princess? Did you get hurt? You should've told me—"

"I didn't get hurt."

You interrupted him. You were about to snap at him for teasing you, but when you looked into his eyes, glowing by the fire crackling in front of you, you noticed he was being genuine. So your expression softened, and he saw it, making his heart flutter and long to open up to you more.

"I'm.. I have cramps. It's that time of the month.."

You spoke quietly. You had grown to know it wasn't okay to talk about it, let alone tell a man about it. They found it disgusting, a woman bleeding monthly was seen almost as a sin, something you couldn't talk about.

But Arthur couldn't care less. He had killed people and had seen countless bodies, massacred by some fool. Hell, he'd seen his son be born. He could handle speaking about a monthly small amount of blood coming out of a woman's body naturally.

"I understand. Is there anything I can do for you?"

He asked, and your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Why wasn't he acting disgusted by what you just said? Why didn't he tell you to just suck it up?

It took you a few seconds to answer.

"I—Uhm.. I don't know, actually. Can you help me get to my tent? I think I might've stained my clothes and I don't wanna get teased about it."

You spoke, your eyes darted towards the fire once again. It was fine if he declined, you would understand. But, once again, he surprised you.

"Yeah, let's go."

He said and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, helping you up. He looked behind his shoulder to make sure no one was paying attention to see the small stain in your pants, and led you to your tent.

"I've heard.."

He cleared his throat before speaking, the slight pink tint on his cheeks gave away the soft embarrassment he felt.

"I've heard that peppermint or chamomile tea helps, the ladies were talking about it the other day."

He said and you couldn't help but smile softly.

"Yeah, it does. I just ran out of both herbes."

At that, he raised an eyebrow. Why didn't you tell him? He would've gone looking for some if it brought you comfort. And, against his better judgement, he chose to speak.

"You should've told me. I'll make sure to bring you some."

He spoke gruffly, but unable to hide his growing softness and tenderness for you.

When he helped you into your cot, he made sure to cover you with a blanket before turning on his heels to go away. He figured you might want to be left alone.

"Wait."

You called out to him. You knew better than to call over a man who wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet between anyone's eyes, but a part of you knew he only did it when absolutely necessary. And that he would never, ever touch a hair on your body.

"Can you.. stay a little while?"

You asked, your cheeks turning a cute rosey shade. At that, he gave you a light chuckle.

"Yeah, 'course."

He sat down on the edge of your cot. You could see the sympathetic look in his eyes when your face would scrunch up every time a cramp hit harder.

"I'm not usually like this, I can take the pain—"

"No need to explain to me. I know it hurts and I don't need you to act tough all the time."

He cut you off, easing some of the embarrassment you felt. Maybe it was stress, maybe your hormones were fighting against you, but this cycle felt different. It hurt a lot more, making you sweat as you tried to deal with the pain.

The tension between the both of you only continued to grow, hidden desires behind your eyelids that none of you could speak about. Heartbreaks and loss were two things you were too familiar with, and couldn't bring yourself to experience once again.

So he didn't speak as he laid beside you, carefully, treating you as if you were made out of porcelain and he didn't want to hurt you. His hand went to your lower stomach and began moving it gently, massaging the zone.

You let out a sigh of relief—how did he know exactly what to do? As if reading your thoughts, he spoke:

"Mary told me this works. I didn't figure it out on my own."

He spoke quietly, and you felt kinda bad. How could she be such a fool to break up with such a kind man?

"Even if you didn't figure it out on your own, I'm grateful you know about it."

You spoke softly.

"Can I tell you something, Arthur?"

You asked, you heart pounding in your chest as if it wanted out just to be gifted to Arthur.

"'Course, princess."

He responded, his hand never stopped moving as he saw the look of relief in your face. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he noticed it was working.

"You're a good man. And anyone who doesn't see that, is a fool. A damn, blind fool."

You spoke and his eyes widened at that, letting you take in more of the particular color they had. You were so close to him yet none of you could move.

"I ain't much of a good person, princess. I've done things I'm not proud of, killed folks just because.. There's a price on my head."

He said, looking at you with that self-deprecating look he gave anyone who even dared to call him good. He wasn't good, he was a fool who didn't know how to be kind, how to be good. Or at least, that was what he thought of himself.

But on the contrary, you didn't see him that way, and he knew. So you doubled down, going along with your stubborn nature.

"Well, to me you are good. And nothing will change my mind about that."

You spoke in a firmer tone, placing a hand on top of his shoulder and rubbing it softly. He swore you could feel the way his heart jumped at your small gesture.

After a few minutes of just contemplating each other's faces, trying to read each other's minds, he spoke.

"You deserve someone better than me."

At that, you frowned. He couldn't tell you what you deserved and what you didn't, who you could or couldn't like.

"No one has ever cared about my cramps before. No one... No man has taken the time to try and make me feel better."

His expression softened. How could anyone treat you badly about something that wasn't your fault? But again, he reminded himself, it was 1899. You didn't live in a fair world.

"I couldn't just let you be in pain."

"Exactly."

You said. Everything he did or said was just another reason as to why you considered him a good man. After fighting against your fears, your mind, your insecurities, you leaned slightly closer. What were you doing? You didn't know. But the sight of his lips covered by his always perfectly trimmed moustache was something almost magnetic that pulled at your heartstrings right when you were the most vulnerable and needy.

"Princess..."

He tried to protest. His breathing hitched as he felt you slightly closer, his eyes kept darting towards your plush lips without even thinking. His heart thumped against his chest in a way that almost hurt.

"Do you trust me?"

His eyes shot up at yours. Of course he trusted you, even if a part of his brain begged him not to, he wasn't doing what his brain wanted. He was following his heart at this point, and his heart wanted you. Only you.

"I do."

He responded, his deep voice was now soft.

"Then.. Let me."

You whispered and pressed your lips against his, without giving your brain the possibility to make you think about it twice. You stayed still as you waited for him to pull away, to shut you down and never talk to you again.

But he kissed you back. He kissed you back, and his hand tangled on your hair as he did. Every move, every action was so gentle, so careful. And you couldn't be more grateful for that.

His other hand never left your lower stomach. He was determined to end with your cramps, even if his own hand ended up cramping after massaging your skin for so long.

He didn't leave your side that night. If anything, the whole situation only brought the two of you closer, to the point where he would look for excuses to sleep with you all curled up against him. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding your frame up against his chest. All while keeping a soft smile on his face even when he slept.

Because what started with the two of you being scared of letting anyone else in, ended up with Arthur going out of his way to look for anything that would relieve your pain. He would even ride his horse for hours until he found peppermint.

But in the end: all you wanted was the warmth his body provided you with and his hand pressed against your skin.

[jaylver]

CRAZY, STUPID, LOVE — P.SH (TEASER!)

SYNOPSIS: Having a one night stand wasn’t your forte, but with the help of adrenaline, and most definitely not alcohol, you managed to rope yourself into one. Worst part of all was the fact that you didn’t even know his name! The only distinguishable part of him was his blinding white hair. You figured you will never see him again after, but you were so wrong. Your friend practically set you up for failure after convincing you to take her place on a blind date to try and drive the guy away, only for it to be the one you slept with, who also happened to be your mother’s best friend’s son that you met right before that. 

PAIRINGS: ice hockey player!sunghoon x afab!reader

GENRE: strangers to lovers, college sports au, romance, comedy, slice of life, angst

WARNING(S): profanities, slight violence, suggestive content (no smut), drinking, partying (subjected to change)

RELEASE DATE: (estimated) 8th September 2023 / (latest) 15th September 2023 / 11.30 pm GMT+8

AUTHOR NOTES: send in an ask/comment to be added to the ongoing taglist! will be closed before the release date (when i update it). after the last jayke fics being filled with angst, i've decided to go back to my roots and write something more light hearted.

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© jaylver all rights reserved.

THIS SHOULDN’T BE HAPPENING TO YOU NOW, BUT IT ACTUALLY WAS. 

Never in a million years would you have expected yourself in some random guy’s bed, naked and a throbbing head reminding you of last night's mistake. Blacked out, you were too drunk to even remember making a callous decision in fucking a guy’s name you couldn’t even remember now. Wow.

How did you even manage to bring yourself into this situation? Well, a frat party might explain it. Letting Wonyoung and Yunjin drag you to their favourite frat party was already the first mistake, but when you discovered good booze and consumed too much of it, you ended up wandering off and found a hot man, not turning back, instead you ventured into his bed. Horniness along with a pinch of alcohol could really cloud someone’s mind and awareness, unfortunately you could prove that fact since you were a victim of it. 

It was currently 4 am and the man you fucked last night was dead asleep with his back facing to you while on the other hand, you were wide awake, swallowing whatever information you got from last night. You remembered him as a charming, flirty, funny white headed man who had a big dic—heart—excuse you, that was equally respectful and polite. 

He was just as handsome, gorgeous and breathtaking as his personality. Bright eyes, pale skin that complimented his hair, a pair of dimples that had you swooning, and legs long enough to outshine a professional model. Hell, how was he not a model in the first place?

Whatever happened yesterday night stays in the depths of his bed. Period. Though you couldn't deny his … skills, and you wouldn't mind another night with him, yet something in you was rejecting the idea of seeing him again and determined to have him remain as a one night stand.

Frankly speaking, you didn't want to leave this bed of his at all. Was he a morning stay in bed cuddling type of person? You wouldn't know and you're scared to know. What if he kicks you out? You needed to save yourself the embarrassing walk of shame in the morning, so instead, you slowly slipped out of bed, making sure he was still sound asleep before scurrying out.

The clothes scattered on the floor were unsurprising. You picked up your undergarments and the skimpy black dress you wore, pulling it on quickly as if your life depended on it. You weren’t cold hearted enough to leave without saying nothing, that was too low. Taking the nearest piece of paper you could find, you wrote down a few words of farewell and thanked him for the night, cringing all while you wrote it. Gosh, this was shabby but it would have to do.

Rounding your things up, your handbag and phone in hand as you buckled your heels strap, you quietly and sneakily exited from his dorm room, thankfully no signs of his roommates were around. Now, the problem was walking back to your part of the dorms in the cold of the night. Exciting, wasn’t it?

The moment you got back, the dorm was silent and dark. Wonyoung was asleep in her room, but Yunjin was lying on the couch with her hair in a mess and you knew she was going to have the worst hangover in the morning. You crept past her sleeping figure and went into your own room, letting out a sigh of relief before dropping into the comforts of your bed. Never again.

. . . to be continued !

[opscuritas]

"Every day's most quiet need"

My art for GOMM 🥰. The fic is absolutely beautiful and it features 1800's husbands, The Vest™ and the bookshop opening!

The fic is still a draft but I'm posting the link hoping it works when it's finished! @felicitywilds did an amazing job, I'm so thankful to be paired with such a talented writer ! ❤️

If you enjoy my work you can support me on Ko-fi 💜

[mollywog]

I'm now joining you in your regency/historical everlark mood with the fics you reblogged 😊 Do you any favorites to recommend?

Yesssss!! Join in and send your favorites! I’m limiting myself to Regency or there abouts, because my Historical AU list is… extensive.

Anyways, I haven’t made it through all @everlarkficquestions 1800’s masterlist but here are some I’ve enjoyed!

Searching regency+everlark on tumblr gifted me:

Part 1 & Part 2 by @endlessnightlock Gah!! I guess I hadn’t read them before? But what a delight!!

All’s Fair by @rosegardeninwinter I have read multiple times. I mean it’s season/book 2 Bridgeton mashed up with Everlark, what more could you want?

My search of the tags also revealed that @thesweetnessofspring is working on a Regency one-shot 👀 looking forward to that!!

From my bookmarks

Quicksilver by @gamesmakers - love - it’s smart and funny. I’m giggling and kicking my feet as I read - so good!

First Impressions by @pookieh - ongoing story, recently updated, and… guys… it’s getting spicy!

In Hope and Agony by Hawtsee - this was recommended to me in the comment section of one of my fics. It’s Persuasion but Gadge and features Everlark and Odesta as well!

I’d be remiss not to mention Unmasked by @katnissdoesnotfollowback but come on, we all know - it’s awesome! A classic really.

And a little shameless self promotion -> The Odds

Bonus!

Regency Peeta by @charlunday

Peeta in the shirt by @millennium-queen

Is there a Regency Katniss anywhere or the pair together?!? Dying for some regency everlark artwork (no pressure artsy friends! But if the mood strikes…)

What did I forget?! Send recs!

[momotonescreaming]

I went digging through my fics, and found this. Absolutely no idea when I wrote this, or if I shared it already, but I can't stop thinking about it. Enjoy.

It’s the 1800’s, and Steve is the first born and only son of Richard Harrington, heir to the Harrington fortune. Expectations have been placed upon him since he was born, and it only got worse as he got older. He was too kind, liked flowers, and playing in the mud, and learning about horses and carriages and trains, and sitting with his mother while she put on make up and had her ladies maid do her hair. Then came the lessons from the private tutor (since the Harrington’s were too good for the local school) and Steve wasn’t as book smart as his father wanted him to be.

His father was mean and his mother was scared and so Steve spent a lot of time out in the fields as a young boy, wandering the land his father owned, picking up sticks and pretending to be a sheriff or an adventurer riding a fast horse into the sunset.

So he played until it got dark and Steve still didn’t go back home. Dad would yell and Mom would give him That Look and he didn’t want to change into his fancy dinner clothes. So Steve stays out late and wanders.

There are things living in the woods.

Things with teeth that hunt and kill and make people disappear. But no one tells poor little Steve this. He gets attacked by a wolf that isn’t quite a wolf, and screams so so loud.

Nobody hears him.

One of his father’s farmhands find him in the woods in the early morning. His clothes are ripped and he’s dirty and covered in blood but he doesn’t have any wounds, save for one single wolf bite. The man rushes him back to the Harrington Manor House, and someone calls the doctor. Steve is bathed, and fed, and checked over and the doctor tells his parents that he’s lucky it wasn’t worse. He gets better and goes back to his lessons.

Next month he gets a fever. Steve is sweaty and delirious, and hungry and itchy and restless and nothing quite helps. He blacks out one night and when he wakes up he’s curled up on the hardwood floor and all his furniture has been ripped apart. The servants whisper the word “werewolf” in the halls.

His parents fire half the servants, pay them off to keep their mouth shut, and hire someone who can help. A friendly woman named Mrs Henderson, whose dead ex-husband was a werewolf like Steve. She teaches him what she can while Richard Harrington hires men to build a stone basement underneath a small cottage at the very back of the Harrington Land. Where no one can see.

So Steve grows up, he falls in love, he finds out his sweetheart Nancy doesn’t love him, he befriends Dustin Henderson, and then Robin Buckley - a  dorky local girl who plays the trumpet and works at a store in town. And once a month, he takes himself down to the basement of the cottage, and turns into a werewolf. Mrs Henderson could only help so much, not being a Werewolf herself. His control is better than it was, but he still doesn’t trust himself. So chained in the basement it is.

Then there’s Eddie Munson, the poor son of an outlaw living with his uncle in a tiny house in the town of Hawkins. Grew up learning how to break the law with his father, how to live off the land, how to shoot and hunt and survive. He hated it, little Eddie wanted to learn to play the guitar and read and tell stories. But Pa didn’t give him much of a choice. Until Ma died and Pa spiralled and ended up getting caught and shipped off to prison. So he went to live with his uncle Wayne. And he made friends, and told stories, and started writing.

And then he watched a girl die and got blamed for her murder. So he’s on the run, and he knows how to survive but not when he doesn’t have any supplies. And not in a town where everyone knows his name and his face. So he runs. And he hides. First in his friend Rick's, who’s away in jail or on a job or something. Eddie's not sure and he really doesn't care right now. But he gets close to getting caught again. So he runs again until he finds a barn, semi abandoned in the middle of nowhere.

He’s close to the Harrington’s land, this he knows. But everyone knows they travel for business all the time, so it’s fine.

Except it’s not.

He’s tired and hungry and scared and it’s dark. There’s a light in the distance - lantern. He ducks down, waiting. Except it’s not the Sheriff, or Jason Carver (who took it upon himself to become a bounty hunter, to avenge the death of his sweetheart). It’s Steve Harrington. The semi-estranged, semi-reclusive Harrington heir, who looks grim and angry as he storms across the field. And he doesn’t see Eddie, doesn’t look at the barn, doesn’t even have a horse.

Steve goes into the cottage and Eddie doesn’t know whether to stay put until he leaves in the morning or make a run for it. Eddie is still paralysed with fear and indecision when he notices the full moon in the sky.

He hears a guttural scream, the snap of bone, a howling; and Eddie remembers the stories his Uncle Wayne would tell him of the things that live in the woods.

[wandawiccan60]

The Witch of Camden Town: Part 15

Alfie Solomon's X Jovonka(FemOC)

A/N: Hey everyone I want to say I apologize for bringing the next part out very late. I honestly had a hard time knowing where the ending should stop but here it is part 15!!! I hope you all have a lovely chill day and I am very proud of this part mostly the ending got a bit intense. As always everyone please comment, reblog, and thank you all for sticking around reading this story. I really am proud to have come along with this story I never thought it would change my way of writing. I appreciate every single one of you guys. As always good morning, afternoon, and evening wherever you guys are in the world. I'll catch you all in the next one and again Enjoy!!! See Ya!!!

Word Count: 7,496

ALFIE SOLOMON"S MASTERLIST

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Cussing, Some Lit Graphic Blood, Some Themes of Assault, Fluff, & Death

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The quiet, chilly, smooth breeze of Margate became a welcoming greeting to a new day. But a certain peculiar vehicle rode its way along the dirt road overlooking the endless blue ocean. Sabini took in another long drag from his cigar while Bob had his eyes fully forward on the road. It has been over an hour since they left London to come to Margate. All because Sabini needed to see for himself that Jack and Bob were telling the truth and they were not lying to his face. Sabini felt a sense of hope to see the boy that Jack and Bob informed him of. Especially what he wanted to look forward the most to was the girls themselves, particularly Jovonka. He imagined the amount of money that he will get when he returns the circus runaways to Gustovo. Or if he chose to not accept the money, Sabini would rather buy Jovonka off the circus. Only to have her as a pet of his own and possibly a gold mine that he would inherit money from her. The Italian wouldn’t care how tired, warm out, and physically damaged the witch dancer will become. What mattered in Sabini’s eyes was a warning about his money and nothing more. 

“Fuck me, it’s cold out here. How far are we from the Jews’ house, sir?” Jack complained, wrapping his black coat around his body more tightly, already on the brink of losing his mind because of the cold.

“Oh, will you shut up you fuckin’ twat, I also am freezin’ my arse here as well. So enough with your childish whining’ will ya?’ Said Bob, keeping his eyes on the road while he breathed out hot air on his right hand.

Sabini didn’t bother to shut the two men up since his mind was more focused on speaking with Alfie. While he took in the last few drags from his brown cigar, he noticed the house up ahead of him. 

“Ah, finally we have arrived gentlemen,” said Sabini between letting out a cloud of gray smoke as Bob made the vehicle come to a full stop in front of the house.

Bob made his way to open the door for Sabini while Jack’s bottom lips chattered. Sabini got out of the car and threw the small piece of cigar on the ground. He looked at the nice big house that Alfie possessed, thinking how his loyal friend got so lucky to get one. Especially in a place like Margate, looking out at the endless ocean.

Lucky fucking bastard you Solomon’s…

“This won’t take long boys, I’ll be back before you know it. If any of you lads need to piss, do whatever you please and piss whenever you like. I’m sure Mr. Solomon’s wouldn’t mind if you water his plants for him,” said Sabini over his shoulder with a sly smirk on his face while walking his way toward the front door. 

“With pleasure, sir,” Bob said as he took out a cigarette from inside his coat pocket, giving one to Jack.

Once Sabini made it to the wooden door, he then knocked twice, patiently waiting for anyone to answer. After what felt like minutes going by, he impatiently banged on the door knocker. Then suddenly the door flung open as an old maid appeared in front of Sabini. 

“Well, this is very surprising, isn’t it? Darby Sabini good afternoon. I thought it was a madman doing all that dreadful knocking. But I was terribly wrong. How may I help you, sir?” Edna said, opening the door wider as Sabini gave a smirk at the old maid.

“My apologies for my unnecessary behavior madam I didn’t mean to startle you at these hours. And yes afternoon to you as well, may I ask if your master’s is in? I would like to speak with him. It’s urgent and I need his help very much. If it’s not too much to ask,” Darby said, tipping his hat off from his head and giving another smile at Edna.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Sabini is still in Camden Town, which you should already know by now. He will come back until late tonight, but if you would like, I can let him know you came by to speak with Mr. Solomo-.”

“Edna darling, do you think I am the type of man who wants to leave a message when my request is being rejected? Now I will ask you one more time my dear,” Sabini took out a small pistol from inside his dark blue coat pouring it directly at the poor and frightened old woman as he continued on speaking, “where the fuck is Alfie and those pathetic circus runaways? My men told me they saw one of them around here in Margate and made me wonder if Alfie might have helped them. This could be the reason that nobody hasn’t found them for the past few months. And that is why I need to speak with your boss, you old hag.” 

Edna held back a breath, feeling that her heart was stuffed inside her throat. Feeling everything around her went slowly. Edna knew exactly what Sabini was talking about since Jovonka came with Alfie all those months ago. She grew a bond with the young woman, loving every second and minute of her company. Helping the old woman with cooking foods she never imagined tasting and making, sharing stories about herself when she was younger, and feeling as if Jovonka was like the daughter that she could have never had. Before she came along, Edna felt only loneliness when Alfie left for Camden Town. Silence only consumed the atmosphere. But once this young creature came into the picture, the house never went back to that same old dark and quiet place. Edna’s eyes grew wide, fearing that this might be the end of her life, and never thought of being killed by Sabini more than a peaceful death. As the Italian clicked the hammer back with his right thumb, the old maid's eyes glistened, forming heavy tears. Edna lifted both of her hands up, her bottom lips quivering with fear. Having a terrible feeling that this could be the last breath she will breathe in.

“And if at any moment you are lying to me where exactly he is right now, I swear I’ll put one right against your pathetic skull. Do I make myself clear, you old bitch?” said Sabini in a threatening tone, gently resting the front muzzle against Edna’s forehead and closing her eyes while her muscles tensed up at the small icy touch.

“Mr…, Mr. Solomon’s is at the marketplace near to here, Mr. Darby. Please, that’s all that he told me just… don’t hurt me,” Edna said between broken shivers in her voice, feeling that her end is not too far away.

“Marketplace, you say. Was there something specific about why he went there? Or does he have someone that I should know about as a secret companion of some sort, hmm? Maybe went along with some sort of circus runaways that have been missing for many months. Does that seem to ring any bells for you, madam?” He said, trailing the weapon from her neck and landing it between her breasts. Edna let out a small whimper, feeling a small tear trailing down from the side of her right eye. 

“N-no sir, not that Mr. Solomons and I are not aware, but he has mentioned the times when you went to visit him at the rum distillery. That you told him that these young girls and a young man were missing from Mr. Gustovo’s circus. But I have seen none of these people around Margate. If I would have seen them, then I would have told Mr. Solomon’s by now. I’m sure they might have left the country already, as we are speaking. Please, Mr. Darby, that’s all that we know… just… I don’t want to waste any more of your time,” Edna said, feeling the mullet of the gun pressing further against her skin while Sabini gave a deathly stare at the woman.

“I must warn you right now Edna if you and your boss were involved in helping these people all this time. Let’s say I’ll put this lightly on both you and Alfie, keep your eyes from behind your heads wide open. For you know what will happen if someone is lying right in front of my presence. And if you two were giving these circus girls and boy under your bosses protection,” Sabini then pulled the trigger with his right index finger but no bullet came out of the pistol making Edna left with shock in her eyes while he continued finishing his speech, “this bullet that you got yourself lucky to avoid will one day go inside your body yea? Do you understand what I am saying, Mrs. Edna?”

She couldn’t speak a word because she just nodded her head ‘yes’ in a slow gesture. Sabini put away his pistol as he placed his hat back on top of his head.

“Now then, I must pay a visit to my dear friend. You have a good rest of your evening, Edna, don’t forget about what I told you, hmm?” He said with an arched brow and a smug ugly smile towards the old maid. 

He didn’t wait for Edna to agree with him, so he instead made his way back to the car where Jack and Bob finished smoking their cigarettes. Jack then opened the back door of the car for Sabini as he made his way inside. Once the car moved forward, Sabini took out his pistol, opening the cylinder and revealing only one bullet inside. 

You got yourself lucky Edna… but it’ll come back to you without you noticing…

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“Jovonka, Jovonka, can I get one of those hats please, please? Can I?” Elena said, pulling gently on her big sister’s hand, making Alfie smile at the little girl’s behavior. 

“Elena, you just bought yourself a new dress. Don’t you think that is already enough for today?” Said Jovonka, but her little sister didn’t listen as she made her way to look at the many hats.

As Elena was busy putting on different hats on top of her head, Alfie was enjoying the time with both the little girl and his beloved. However, his mind still remembers the vision that he had seen since the morning. Alfie couldn’t believe that his own lovely queen was carrying his own blood inside of her. And those words that kept repeating in his mind for the entire day only made him feel nervous and yet happy all at once.

We are going to have a child together… you and I are going to create life…

He wanted to believe in the future he will have with Jovonka however, his doubts and worries were not letting him feel joyful. Alfie hasn’t yet forgotten the many horrifying nightmares he has been seeing. What does the blood, the scars on her body, the bruises, everything that he has seen, including Sabini? Alfie has been on his guard when he goes to Camden Town, keeping an eye out for Sabini’s and Gustovo's men. Whenever he was with Jovonka and her sisters, he would walk further behind. Even if he had both of his trustful and loyal men, Adam and Vlad. Alfie still thought it was still necessary to look out for Little Elena, Isabel, and especially Jovonka. Not wanting to lose sight of the girls for even a minute or even small seconds. While Alfie was busy looking at the immense crowd of people walking around the marketplace, Jovonka looked back. Seeing that his full attention was looking beyond the many townsfolk of Margate. She walked her way to Alfie’s side, reaching out her right hand, which she placed on his muscular hand. He then flinched at her touch but then relaxed his body knowing that it was Jovonka and no one else.

“Alfie love is everything alright my dear? You seem distracted as if you are not here presently. Is something bothering you?” She said, gently caressing her thumb against his knuckles. He then gave a gentle grasp against her, hand feeling calmer.

“My apologies, my treacle, and, of course, nothing is bothering me at all. Just… thinkin’ about how Ollie might do at the rum distillery since I am not there. But I’m sure he’ll manage. After all, he is a big boy with big pants, and well… I also thought about… our vision you shared with me,” he said, cupping Jovonka by her chin with his left hand, making her crack a smile. 

They both exchanged a sweet kiss, and suddenly Alfie saw the same image inside of his mind. Jovonka carrying his future baby boy, while the little infant laughed and cooed, looking directly up at his wonderful mother. Alfie only had this big smile against his lips as he wrapped his arms around Jovonka’s waist. Feeling so many emotions that he couldn’t accept the fact of how blessed and lucky to have a beautiful woman who gives him a small bundle of happiness. Jovonka leaned back from his lips, resting their foreheads against each other. 

“Hehe, I’m sorry my love, I had to show it to you again just… I can’t believe that I am carrying our child that we will raise together in the future. This child will mean so much to both of us, knowing that we will be wonderful parents. And Alfie, I’m sure Ollie is doing fine, but poor dear, I think he might stress out without your guidance. You know it’s still not too late for you to go to Camden Town, you know that don’t you love?” Jovonka said Alfie only groaned at this, not really wanting to go to work, but she was right at the same time.

“Jovonka, Jovonka, can I please get this hat? I promise you this will be the last thing to ask you. I won’t ask for anything more. It is such a nice hat and it’ll look nice to my dress,” Elena said, holding the small material in her hands, making Alfie chuckle at the little girl.

“Alright fine, but this will be the last thing and nothing more, alright?” Jovonka said with a smile, knowing that she wants to make Little Elena happy with whatever she wanted.

Little Elena only gave a big smile as she put the hat on top of her head and Jovonka only chuckled while shaking her head. 

After Alfie paid the vendor for the hat, they continued walking around the marketplace while Elena held onto her big sister’s hand. The crowd became larger as they got closer to the middle of what looked to be a statue of some sort. But right next to the monument, there stood a small wooden stage while some performers told a story with some puppets. In the front sat a small group of children of all ages while laughing at the silly puppets. 

“Jovonka looks over there. Can we go, please?” She begged while pointing a finger at the stage.

“Of course, little sister, find yourself a seat. I’ll be there with you soon. Alfie, do you want to come along?” Jovonka said, grabbing onto his right hand. 

“No, no, I’m fine dear. You and Elena run along and enjoy the show alrigh’? I’ll be over here watching you girls from afar, yea?” He said, giving a small wink and smile at his beloved, making her chuckle. 

“Very well then, we won’t be long,” Jovonka said, making her way toward the sizeable crowd, but before she did Alfie grabbed her left hand, making her stop in her tracks. Without a second to react, Alfie clasps his lips once more against her sweet lips, wrapping his other arm around her waist. They both let go of each other’s lips. Jovonka then caressed Alfie’s right cheek with her hand. 

“I love you very much, Jovonka. I hope you always remember that,” said Alfie, giving a kiss on top of her forehead, feeling her cheeks turn red. 

“I also love you more, Alfie, and of course, I will always remember how could I not?” She said as she nuzzled her nose against his, making the bearded man break into a small chuckle. 

Jovonka then made her way towards the crowd of people, seeing that Elena found herself a seat to sit down. The sun was setting as some lamplighters turned on the street lamps. As the show continued on for some time, Jovonka, Elena, and the rest of the townspeople were laughing, cheering, and clapping at the performers. Who were now doing some magic tricks that everyone was mesmerized and entertained. All the while, Alfie was overlooking the crowd as he sat down on a wooden bench where he could see Elena and Jovonka. He felt warm to see how the girls were enjoying the moment, knowing they haven’t felt this much freedom before in their lives. As the performers continued on with their magic but somewhere on the other side of the marketplace, however. Sabini was walking through the crowd while Bob and Jack followed behind him. They reached where the show was being held, seeing the now more crowded audience. 

“Hmmm, this is pathetic nonsense. Would rather see a group of dancing girls instead of this ridiculous magic that is false,” he said, taking another puff from his cigar and seeing the many smiling faces of both children and grown-ups.

Looking around, his gaze stopped dead when he saw Alfie sitting on the other side of the crowd. Sabini’s eyes went wide, surprised to see his friend in these types of events. Knowing that Alfie is not the type of man that doesn’t enjoy seeing these silly child shows. But the other half of his mind questioned why he was here in Margate and should be instead in Camden Town. Without a moment to lose, Sabini then told his men that he’ll go have a talk with the Jewish man. And told them to keep an eye out for any sign of the girls or the boy. Jack and Bob nodded their heads as they went their separate ways, one going one way and the other going the other path. Through the laughing crowd, Jovonka and Elena were still busy being entertained by the magician’s performance. When they were preparing to finish their final magic acts, Jovonka looked back in Alfie’s direction. But her heart pumped uncontrollably, noticing Sabini walking towards him. She held her breath, feeling a lump forming in her throat, trying her best to act normal, gazing her eyes forward. She lowered her head, hoping that they did not easily see her. Elena wasn’t noticing any of this since all of her focus was on the magicians. Jovonka slowly looked back at where Alfie was still sitting. Her eyes grew wide in fright, seeing Sabini talking to her beloved king.

“So Mr. Solomon’s,” the Italian said, taking a seat next to the Jewish man as he continued speaking, “what brings you to this festival that you’re oddly here than being at Camden Town? What happened just felt like not doing any business. Or is there something or someone that kept you from going to work?”

Alfie stayed quiet for a moment, gripping his hands on top of his wooden cane. He could feel his heart pumping out of control. But Alfie steadies his breathing, looking back into the eyes of Sabini, waiting for him to reply.

“Well, I heard this festival was coming to town, so I said why not? A man of business like me should have a day off for himself, don’t you think so, Mr. Darby?” Alfie said, arching an eyebrow at his friend as they overheard some cheers and claps from the audience.

“Hmm, I see, and you think seeing a bunch of low-life frauds is a thing to do on your day off? That seems a bit out of your character Alfie, and here I thought you weren’t ever interested in such things,” Sabini said while he eyed both Jack and Bob from the other side as the two men looked around the crowd that was scattering from one way to another.

“Elena, come quickly and keep your head down and do as I say, ok?” Jovonka told her little sister, grabbing hold of her small right hand as they tried to blend in with the rest of the people.

The girls rushed their way toward an alleyway as Jovonka looked back behind her. Seeing Alfie still speaking to Darby as they both now were out of view from the outside. 

“You might wonder why I came all the way here to come and see you. If you haven’t heard or noticed, but some of my trusted men informed me they’ve seen one of those runaways around these parts. And I was wondering if you have been helping them out in any kind of way since this search has been going on for months,” said Sabini resting his left hand against the grip of his pistol trying his best to get some details out of his best friend as he kept a steady hand on his weapon.

“Are they really? Well, that is some news to me, that is. How did I not overhear or see these people around here yet, eh? What a coincidence inn’t guess I was too busy looking after the bakery too much without realizing these people have been staying here for God knows how long. Seems I might have to keep me eyes wide open the next time I see them around here,” said Alfie pretending to look and sound surprised, knowing very well that Jovonka, Elena, Isabel, and Novel have been under his care all these months for a good amount of time.

Sabini quietly nodded his head toward him, thinking if he was being serious or likely fucking around with him. The Italic was this close to putting his gun between Alfie’s eyes, thinking that would be a way for him to get the truth out of him. But Sabini also knew the consequences of killing another gangster, mostly because he has made deals with Alfie many times. If he was just a normal-looking man, Sabini will gladly end the man’s life right in front of him, but it was in the end business. And if he dies, so will the business crumble down to the ground and everything will be meaningless. 

“If you're wondering mate if I have any involvement with these circus people. The answer to that righ’ is no since I already told you in our last talk. I don’ have any interest, especially in that girl dancer Jovonka. She doesn’t catch my attention, let alone don’ want anything to do with her sexually. I have no time for women in my life anymore Darby you already know why,” Alfie said looking straight ahead and seeing small groups of people walking one way to another what he really was searching for was Jovonka and Little Elena but they were nowhere to be found.

“Yes, yes, I know, women for you are off the fucking table. Come on, Solomon’s, don’t you want to at least you know maybe be curious about how she might be and feel behind closed doors? Imagine, oh, I can really picture her in all her lovely physique while she dances for me while naked. Won’t that be something to don’t you agree mate?” Darby said, feeling his aching bulge forming between his gray trousers. Alfie felt furious on the inside about how he would really love to punch, choke, and kill this man with his bare hands again. 

Unfortunately, he couldn’t since there were people around walking about, which bothered Alfie very much. 

“Goddamn look at the time now, eh,” Sabini said, taking out his watch from his right pocket as he continued on, “well then my friend, I must get going then. However, I’ll still keep you posted if I find any of these circus freaks. Seems like the search might have to be expanded, which that idiot Gustovo should have thought of since the beginning. But fuck him, might as well do my plans smarter than he does. Don’t you think so, Alfie?”

“Do whatever you think suits you Sabini, I still believe these people have been long gone by now. Pretty sure they probably might be back in their homeland already. While Gustovo keeps hoping for his own people, or we’ll find them first, that is. But I wouldn’t keep my hopes high if I was in him righ’, anyway I also should be headin’ back home. It’s gettin’ fuckin’ cold around these times, but it was an unexpected pleasure to see you again, my friend. Best of luck to you in finding those girls and that one young boy, but farewell Mr. Sabini,” said Alfie hoisting himself up with his cane and extending his right hand out to the Italian both men shook hands like they had nothing between the two.

Jovonka meanwhile, took a careful, quick peek out, seeing that both men were parting their ways. She reclined herself back as Little Elena sat on the gray concrete floor, hugging her legs together.

“Elena, follow me. We’re going to walk straight back toward Alfie’s home. But we have to hasten and not look back, you understand?” Jovonka said to her little sister, nodding her head in agreement. 

“Oh, believe me, Alfie, I have a feeling or two that she might be close by soon,” Sabini said, knowing where his next stop would be before leaving Margate. 

As both men parted ways, Sabini made his way past the somewhat deserted marketplace and the Italian turned a sharp turn, seeing up ahead both Jack and Bob. Talking to one of the local girls of Margate, Sabini just rolled his eyes in annoyance. 

“Hey you two, let’s get going, we’re not finished here, not yet,” Sabini called out as Bob and Jack tipped their caps to the two ladies and they giggled together.

“So any luck, sir? Did he say anythin’ about these circus folk?” Bob asked, walking beside his boss as did Jack.

“No, but I got a better idea that’ll capture Alfie’s attention eventually,” Sabini said with a devil-like grin forming on his lips, as the trio made their way to a particular restaurant that he was interested in visiting too.

I hope this will get your attention Solomon’s… 

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Back in the safe walls of Alfie’s home, Jovonka and Elena were sitting in the warm living room waiting for Alfie for his return. Jovonka felt a sigh of relief to be out of harm’s way from Sabini, out of all the people she feared the most. It was making her realize that this could mean that he was this close to maybe capturing her and her family. And possibly which Jovonka didn’t want to think of too much, even wanting to murder Alfie with his own hands. It made her think of the many possibilities of what made him coke all the way here to Margate. Could it be that the false spell is thinning out? Or could it be possible that one of his henchmen discovered their hideout without them noticing their presence? Jovonka only felt on edge in all of this, thinking about the safety of everyone. Little Elena, Isabel, Novel, and as well as Alfie. 

“Jovonka dear, don’t you worry so much already, Mr.Solomon’s will be home soon. You’ll see. He is a big man that can defend himself no matter what,” said Edna, trying to reassure the young woman as best as she could, knowing how troubled Jovonka is feeling.

“I know Edna just frightens me that Sabini is this close to discovering us at any moment. And what troubles me the most is your safety, Elena’s, Isabel, Novel, and also my lovely Alfie. I feel this is still all my fault. I should have never run away or tried to fool with Sabini at the night of the party,” said Jovonka, covering her face with her hands resting her elbows above her thighs, “I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, my dear Jovonka, this is not in any way your fault my child,” Edna said sitting next to her on the long velvet couch and gently placing a hand behind her back, “if it wasn’t for Alfie to save you that night, I wouldn’t want to imagine what horrendous things that scumbag would have done to you.”

Jovonka wrapped her hands around herself, looking back at the old woman, nodding her head in agreement at Edna’s words. She knew for a fact if Alfie never came to her rescue, she would have gone back to the circus and suffered the same old life she has grown to hate. They suddenly heard the front door open, hearing Alfie’s voice calling out Jovonka’s and Elena’s names. 

“Jovonka, Elena, are you here girls?” he said, closing the door behind his back, not bothering to take his coat and hat off.

Jovonka made her way to meet Alfie, Cyril and Elena were following right behind her. 

“We’re right here, my love,” Jovonka said, standing outside of the living room. Alfie suddenly dashed his way toward her as both lovers embraced in a tight hug.

“Fuckin’ hell my dove, you all gave me a fright. I thought they took you away from me, but I’m glad you and Elena came straight back home,” Alfie said, placing both hands against the side of her face and resting their foreheads together.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, my king, but what matters is that you are here with us now,” Jovonka said, giving a small kiss on his lips.

“Alfie, Alfie, your home safe at last,” Elena called out, giving a big hug against Alfie’s left leg, making him stumble back a bit. Cyril only wagged his tail, happy to see his owner once again. 

“I am happier that you and your sister are alrigh’ and nothing bad happened to you both,” he said, hoisting the little girl up in his arms as Elena hugged him around his neck.

As everyone settled down in the living room, Edna brought a tray of hot tea along with a plate of chocolate biscuits for everyone to eat. Edna, however, spoke out about her chilling encounter with Sabini earlier in the evening. Alfie only became infuriated with rage after Edna told him everything that had happened to her.

“That fuckin’ bastard, he is going to fuckin’ hell for this,” Alfie said, looking out of the window balcony gripping his hands into fists, “did he hurt you besides threatenin’ you with his pistol?” 

“No, Mr. Solomon’s, he did, however, ask me about Jovonka and her family, thinking that you might have been helping them all along. But I lied to him straight at his pathetic face about you keeping everyone safe. I fear he might come back anytime sooner, sir,” said Edna, recalling the encounter in her head that sent chills down her spine.

“I hope to God he doesn’ come back here, because if he steps a foot here again. I’ll end his life with my own hands and send him straight to fuckin’ hell,” said Alfie, still gazing out into the dark night. His eyes were full of nothing else but rage.

Sometime later, Jovonka helped Edna with washing and putting the dishes away. While Little Elena was resting her head against Cyril’s warm stomach. Sleeping restfully without a care in the world, Alfie then gently carried the little girl upstairs to the room. As he put Elena to bed, he then covered her up warmly with the white bed sheets. Cyril cuddled next to her, resting his head on top of her small stomach. 

“You take care of her, you big mutt, yea?” Alfie said to his dog, petting him on top of his head only for his tail to wag in reply.

Before making his way out, he then heard Elena call out his name.

“Alfie, will the bad men still come looking for us and try to take us back to the circus? I really don’t want to go back to that evil place ever,” she said, sitting up straight from the bed. Wrapping her small arm around Cyril, Alfie made his way to sit on the edge of the bed.

“They will not take you away or your sisters or Novel. Not as long as I’m here to protect you all. And I know, my child, I won’t let you step foot in that place ever again. I promised you already that I will keep a close eye on you girls and Novel. So you worry about it too much yea?” He said, giving a reassuring smile at the girl nodding her head in silence. 

“But what if… what if you’re too late to save us in time? What do you think they might do to me, Jovonka, Isabel, Novel, and you?”

“Sweetheart, why are you askin’ me these outrageous questions? I don’t want to imagine what things they might do to you all. Especially to you, since you’re the youngest out of your sisters. A child like your age, I worry very much so, I wouldn’t imagine what they will do to you or take you somewhere that I will not see you again. But as I have told you before, my dear Little Elena, none of those demons won’t have a chance against me. Even if it means for me to die to see you all safe and out of those filthy hands of that Sabini devil,” Alfie said, placing a hand on top of her right shoulder. Elena then embraced the Jewish man in a small, yet big hug.

Alfie returned the hug gently until Jovonka came inside the room, seeing her sister and beloved sharing a tender moment. 

“Oh thank goodness, I thought you both went off somewhere, but you are all here. Elena dear, go back to bed now. It’s getting awfully late,” Jovonka said, kneeling down beside her baby sister.

“But I’m not tired anymore, besides I don’t have school the next day. So why go to bed so soon?” Elena protested, Alfie only chuckled, and Jovonka smiled and shook her head.

“No excuses young lady or you will feel tired throughout the next day,” Jovonka said only for Elena to make a pout with her lips.

“You should listen to what your sister tells you, Elena, how about this yea? First thing, when I get back from work, I’ll take you and your sisters to go on a shopping spree. You can get whatever you want and, even better, we can bring Cyril along. What do you think of that, eh?” Alfie said Jovonka’s eyes grew wide in surprise, thinking he was crazy to say such a thing.

Elena only nodded her head ‘yes’ a smile grew across her face. 

“Well, that settles then, now get some rest yea. Tomorrow is another new day for us all,” said Alfie as he stood up from bed while Jovonka did the same gesture. 

“Goodnight, Little Elena, we’ll see you in the morning,” Jovonka said, covering the little girl with the bedsheets and lastly giving her a kiss on top of her head.

“I love you sister so much,” said her little sister Jovonka, smiling back and placing a hand against her small left cheek.

“I do as well, Little Elena, so much.”

As Alfie and Jovonka quietly made their way out of the room, closing the door behind them. They made their way to his bedroom, and the couple entered inside. Once inside, Alfie then took off his hat and coat. Jovonka, however, sat on top of the bed silently, without saying another word. Alfie noticed her body language change, knowing something was wrong just by the way she was acting.

“Jovonka love, are you feelin’ alrigh’ my dove?” he asked her, making his way to sit next to her, placing his right hand on top of her lap, staying silent for a moment or two.

Without saying a word, Jovonka stood up on her feet, strolling to the other end of the bed. Wrapping her arms together tightly, thinking about what happened today at the marketplace. 

“My dove, what is troublin’ you, eh? Tell me, don’t go all quiet with me. It makes me feel anxious when you don’t speak-.”

“Alfie, we should run far away from this place, out of London completely. I worry about what will happen next if we stay here much longer. I saw him with my own eyes. I have feared all along he’d be coming around these parts,” Jovonka said, her back facing Alfie’s direction, hunching her shoulders and feeling a chill running through her body.

He then ambled his way toward his woman, hearing a small shaky whimper coming out of her. Alfie, with much affection he could give to her, placed his arms gently around her, hugging her tightly against his muscular chest. 

“Come with us, Alfie,” Jovonka said, placing her hands above his forearms and looking sideways, their heads touching against each other as she continued talking. “come to our home in Romania my love, please. We all can start a new life again. You, me, Elena, Isabel, and Novel everyone will feel safe in our homeland. I just… I don’t want to see anyone getting hurt, including you, my love.”

“Treacle,” he said, turning her around now facing each other, “I would love that very much. I truly, really do. I made a promise to Little Elena that I’ll keep you all safe. But let me tell you something, yea. I cross my heart and I swear unto God and to you and your family, we will leave tomorrow night. After finishing our shopping, we will take off, leaving no traces behind. How does that sound to you, my queen?”

Jovonka’s eyes went wide in surprise, not believing what Alfie had just proposed to her. She gave out a small smile, placing her hand against his right cheek, feeling nothing but hope in thinking about all of this.

“My king that… that sounds amazing, yes. You do not know how much I feel at this moment about what you’re telling me. Imagine you and me enjoying a sweet warm day, Elena, playing in the green fields with Cyril, while my sister Isabel and Novel cooking traditional foods together. We used to love to eat. And being together with no worries and away from everything that will try to harm us. And most of all, bring a child into our life,” she said, grabbing Alfie’s left hand and placing it against her stomach as she pressed her lips towards his thick lips.

Those visions once again manifested, hearing now a small and yet strong beating heart, the laugh of the infant, Jovonka smiling down while carrying the small baby, and Alfie hugging and smiling with so much glee on his face. As their lips parted away, they were back in reality. Alfie smiled, holding her closer, placing his hands on top of her hips. 

“I will never get tired of you showing me our future with the child that is growing inside of you. Your blood and my blood will live on within this baby girl or boy. I never thought I would create life with you out of all women. I’m glad that it is you and nobody else,” said Alfie, nuzzling his nose against hers and letting out a small chuckle. 

The couple exchanged another long tender kiss, not noticing they were both now on top of the bed. Their kiss became deeper while Alfie was hovering on top of Jovonka, trailing small kisses on both sides of her neck. They both lean back, catching each other, some breath looking deep into each other’s eyes. Alfie then notices Jovonka’s eyes turning, that same bright amber glowing eyes appearing in front of him. 

“I mean everythin’ I said to you, my lovely jewel, we will get out of this place and start a new beginning in your birth land. We will be there sooner than you think. I love you, Jovonka,” Alfie said, kissing the top of her forehead and caressing his right thumb against her cheek.

“And I also love you more my Alfie Solomon’s and I can’t wait to reach that new life with you forever,” she said in return, giving another kiss on his plump lips as it became much more passionate than before.

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Meanwhile In The Restaurant

“Novel, take these last few trash bins outside in the back for me, please. And you can go on your way home, my boy. Again, I appreciate you very much. You have been such good work around my place,” Lars said while wiping down some tables while Novel did what he was told.

“Not a problem, sir, just doing my job that I am grateful to do. But yea, I’ll bring them to the back. I won’t be long then,” the young boy said as he went to take both bins into the cold midnight.

As Novel tried his best to empty the trash, he didn’t notice two unknown figures coming toward him. 

“Mr. Novel, is it?” said an unknown voice, making the young man look behind his back and saw two men with their caps covering half of their upper faces.

“Who, who the hell are you people? And how do you know my damn name?,” Novel said, demanding an answer, feeling uneasy about these men.

“That is something you shouldn’t worry about, my dear boy,” said another voice behind the two first men until they parted ways, revealing the man that Novel recognized the man’s face puffing into his brown cigar.

“You… no, this cannot be true. How the fuck did you know I was here?” Novel shudders his words, not wanting to believe that Darby Sabini is here in front of him.

“Well, you see lad, my most loyal boys here told me about seeing you here in Margate. And not only were you mentioned, but they told me you also had others you might be familiar with. Some certain I don’t know circus girls,” Darby said, giving a wide ugly smile as he puffed out an enormous cloud of smoke.

Novel shook his head with nervousness, still wanting to deny all of this. The circus boy then stepped back a bit, thinking of fleeing from the alleyway to get away from Sabini. Suddenly, they all heard the voice of Lars coming from inside the restaurant.

“Novel. Is everything alright out her-.”

The man stopped speaking as he saw the three strangers not recognizing them from around town.

“Lars, please go back inside sir, I have this under control trust me,” Novel said, trying his best to make his boss go away, but Lars ignored his command

“Who are you? And why are you bothering this young boy at these hours, huh? We are trying to close shop-.”

Without letting the man finish his sentence, Bob drew forth his pistol and released a bullet that went straight into Lars’s chest. The old man let out a small heavy breath while blood spilled out from his chest. He slowly fell to his knees, landing on his side with a loud thud, only for his body to become lifeless and cold.

“NO, you fucking bastards,!” Novel yelled out, making his way toward Lars, but Jack and Bob were quicker as they restrained him.

“Oh, very sad, isn’t it? It would have been fair if I just let him live and go on with whatever was left of his life. But I am a man that doesn’t like to leave witnesses alive,” said Sabini, lightly kicking Lars with no remorse. 

Novel tried to fight back as best as he could, but he was too weak since it was two men against one. Suddenly Jack placed his arm around Novel’s neck and tighten his grip. Ever so, Novel suddenly couldn’t breathe any more air. Slowly, his vision became black as Jack kept a firmer grip on him. And sometime later Novel passed out his whole body, unconscious and out cold.

“He is out cold for now. What should we do with that old man, sir?” Jack asked, grabbing Novel from under his arms as Bob hoisted the man’s legs.

“Cut him to bits and throw him in the ocean. What matters is that we have the boy. Make it quick now, will you, boys?” Sabini said, giving his last drags from his cigar as the two henchmen said ‘yes sir’ in unison while carrying Novel’s conscious body back to the car.

Now this is going to be fun… and let the games begin… 

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[yeahthatswhatimtolkienabout]

Okay so, I'm getting increasingly confused over the timeline of when Aziraphale and Crowley have met over the ages.

Since I'm writing a S3 fic with lots of flashbacks, I figured that I needed to have a concrete and canon timeline so I don't end up accidentally writing a meeting when there shouldn't be one (ie when Crowley was asleep in the 14th century), and I cannot for the life of me find one that has S2 in it so I present to you:

The Nice and Accurate (hopefully) Timeline of Aziraphale & Crowley and their many meetings throughout the ages.

By Yeahthatswhatimtolkienabout.

Pls let me know if I've missed anything.

Before time was invented - God created the universe.

Before the Beginning - Our dynamic duo meet for the first time, as Crowley creates a Nebula with Aziraphale's help.

After The Beginning (the bible never gave dates for this kinda thing) - Crowley saunters vaguely downwards towards hell with the others who are cast out.

4004 B.C. - Eve is tempted by the Demon Crowley (in snake form) to eat the forbidden fruit. This is the first time we see Crowley in his demon form and the first time he (as a demon) meets Aziraphale, well - that we know of anyway.

3004 B.C, Mesopotamia - OI SHEM! Aziraphale and Crowley meet and watch as Noah gathers the animals two by two onto the ark.

2500 B.C, Uz - Aziraphale and Crowley work together to save Job's children from being killed. Aziraphale lies to heaven and fears he will be taken to hell. Bildad the Shuite is a babe.

33 A.D., Golgotha - Aziraphale and Crowley witness the crucifixion of Jesus. Crowley remarks that he 'showed Jesus the kingdoms of Earth'.

41 A.D., Rome - Aziraphale tempts Crowley to Oysters.

537 A.D., the Kingdom of West Essex - Knight of the table round, Sir Aziraphale encounters Crowley as the Black Knight. This is where the 'deal' is first raised.

1301 A.D - 1400 A.D - Crowley sleeps through the 14th century.

1601 A.D The Globe Theatre, London - Aziraphale and Crowley meet at a production of Hamlet. They have been participating in the 'deal' for some time now.

1650 A.D - Aziraphale does the apology dance for the first time.

1793 A.D, Paris, France - Aziraphale is about to be beheaded, but Crowley intervenes and saves him.

1800 A.D Soho, London - Aziraphale opens his bookshop and Crowley successfully prevents him from returning to heaven at Gabriel's orders, by fooling him with some mannequins.

1827 A.D Edinburgh - Crowley and Aziraphale meet Elspeth, a body snatcher, and are caught up in her endeavours.

Aziraphale then does not see Crowley until...

1862 A.D London's St. James Park - Crowley asks Aziraphale for Holy Water, as a 'just in case'. Appalled, Aziraphale leaves.

1941 A.D London - Aziraphale is caught up in a bait and switch with some Nazis. He is rescued by Crowley. One thing leads to another and Aziraphale is a magician in a show, the Nazi's become Zombies and to cut a long story short, it ends with the pair dining together.

1967 A.D Soho, London - Crowley meets Lance Corporal Shadwell and plans to steal Holy Water from a church. Hearing of this, Aziraphale appears to him in his Bentley and delivers a flask of it to him.

2008 A.D Soho, London - Crowley and Aziraphale meet to discuss the Antichrist and plan to become his godparents to raise him as a 'normal' child, neither influenced by heaven or hell.

2008 A.D - 2019 A.D - Crowley disguises himself as Nanny Ashtoreth and Aziraphale, as the Gardener Brother Francis, and the two try to influence Warlock.

2019 A.D - The events of the first season of Good Omens happens, our pair prevent Armageddon and live happily ever... wait what, a second season?

2020 A.D - 2022 A.D - Lockdown happens. This is where the 'Lockdown' video takes place.

2023 A.D - Pain, otherwise known as Season 2, happens.

I really hope this helps some of you with fic planning and stuff. I was getting really confused over when they met and when certain things started happening, that I needed a record for myself - then thought I should share it!

Edited to add: Thank you for the comments, pointing out some things I've missed! I've added lots of them in now. I've only really included events where the two have met (either in show or in book), and have not added in the bits that Neil Gaiman has added (such as the Wild West scenes etc). If there is a script book for S2 and they are in there - I will come back and add them in.

For a timeline that goes over other significant events in their history, please check out the amended version by @graviitron - they've added some cool bits in there, so thank you! 🥰