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My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars-Part 2

Luca Changretta x OC (Aurora Changretta)

Summary: Aurora and Tommy put their plan into motion. When things go wrong in Artillery Square, she’s the one who must deal with Luca.

Author’s Note: Rose Solomons is an OC belonging to @raincoffeeandfandoms.

Warnings: language, drinking, ethnic slurs, mention of death, fighting, injury, blood, mention of domestic abuse

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Part 1

The last of the letters sat addressed and ready to mail home in the morning, It was important to Aurora that she tell the families about their brave sons and husbands who had given their lives for her family. She pledged continued income and protection on behalf of the Sabini family for their sacrifice, but the promise felt as weightless as the cheap hotel stationary she held in her hand. Rubbing an ink stain from her finger, she hadn’t noticed Luca enter, furrowing his brow at her.

“You’re still awake?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“I couldn’t sleep until I finished my condolence letters,” she said, motioning toward the neat stack at the corner of the desk.

“Come to bed,” he said, extending a hand for her and she rose to meet him without resistance. “You’re a good woman, Aurora,” he commented, urging her to lean into him.

“Is that what we should tell their children?” she asked into the darkness of the hallway, limbs feeling heavy with exhaustion.

“The Shelbys will answer for this, hmm? They did this,” he stressed, rubbing his palm along her upper back. She winced slightly from her healing injuries, murmuring about the nightly regimen she needed to complete and he guided her into the bedroom.

Aurora sat at the edge of the bed, dark hair cascading over one shoulder as Luca’s long fingers massaged a soothing balm into her bruised shoulder. The moonlight reflected against her glossy locks, drawing Luca forward to kiss the top of her head. Breathing in the hint of spice in her perfume, he mused, “You remember the first Christmas we were married? All the promises we made?”

Aurora nodded as she glanced down at the bauble on her right hand, a gift from their first holiday together as a married couple. The large princess cut emerald nestled amongst smaller brilliant diamonds, one for every child they hoped to be blessed with in the future. “My sun, my moon and all my stars,” she whispered. It was true they’d made plans for a dynasty of their own in the early days, but this was no longer the dream as all her hopes had turned to fear, joy drowning in sorrow and every kiss from Luca sinking her deeper into death.

Luca rested his cheek against her momentarily as he continued, “This vendetta has made me realize how short life is. When we get back home a new life begins for us. Things are gonna be different.”

Aurora’s breath caught in her chest as she listened to his words, eyes slipping closed at the memory of Tommy Shelby’s icy stare as she agreed to the unthinkable.

“When all this is done, I think it’s time to talk about having a family,” he said, caressing her arm. “We have to find a way to move on after Angel and Papa,” he said, a sadness tinging his voice that made her whole body ache even more as guilt permeated her soul.

After a few moments of silence, she looked up to find her husband staring at her in the mirror and she could hardly meet his gaze.

“Did you hear what I said, Aurora?” he asked, pulling her into him.

“Mmm-hm,” she acknowledged numbly.

Satisfied he had her attention, Luca continued, brushing her hair with his fingers absently as he spoke. “You can stop working for your father and let go of all the worry. Have my children and let me spoil you for the rest of your life, vita mia,” he promised with a squeeze. “God, you’ll make the most beautiful mother,” he praised, kissing the side of her face. When she remained still, Luca pulled away to look at her, finding a tear in the corner of her eye. “You alright?” he asked tenderly.

Aurora’s hand came to rest at his cheek as her mind whirred, unable to answer him until she finally heard herself say, “Luca, I’m so tired. Can we go to sleep?”

“Of course,” he replied with another peck to her shoulder, moving backward on the bed and tossing the covers aside. She slipped beneath the duvet, silk night gown sliding against the smooth cotton and sighed at the relief of the cool material against her face. She watched intently as Luca turned out the light, hoping he hadn’t noticed the turmoil behind her eyes.

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Two days later, Aurora entered the dining room to find Luca with his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, taking a seat beside him at the table.

Luca tossed a telegram before her and she grasped it between her fingers, eyes flying across the page. She tried to hide the small intake of breath as she realized it came from Camden Town, realizing the plan was in motion.

“The jew says he can lead me to Shelby,” Luca said, leaning back in his chair as he drummed his fingers on the tabletop.

“That’s good, isn’t it?” Aurora asked encouragingly, reaching for his hand.

Luca pulled back with a shake of his head. “Something isn’t right. I can feel it,” he said stroking his cheek thoughtfully.

“Wh-why do you say that? I thought you had a productive meeting at the distillery. You promised him distribution for his rum in New York in exchange for Tommy Shelby’s whereabouts,” she said, reiterating the terms of the agreement.

Luca stood and crossed to the window looking down to the street. “I don’t trust him, baby,” he eventually replied.

“I admit he’s a bit eccentric, but Darby said we can trust him. Papa said,” Aurora stressed, attempting not to raise her voice and show her hand.

“It’s not just him. It’s that wife of his. She’s got opinions on everything, always in his ear,” he said with a disapproving sneer. Luca spun around to look at Aurora as he asked intently, “What was it she said to you that day when you were alone? You never told me.”

Aurora’s eyes dropped to the patterned tablecloth, tracing it slowly as she thought of a believable lie. The clock in the corner ticked away the seconds forcefully, urging her on until she landed on the telegram once more. Placing a manicured finger over a few words she pronounced, “Look, the Solomons mention Artillery Square.”

“And?” Luca asked with clenched jaw.

“Tommy Shelby hides his youngest brother there. Goes to visit him one day a week to give him his orders in person and check on him,” she said confidently.

Luca was listening intently now, studying his wife with suspicion. “And how do you know this, principessa?” he asked.

“You asked what Rose said. She told me they’ve had a girl from the bakery who was sweet on him. She tried to warn her off and couldn’t. She said she followed her there a few times,” Aurora continued as naturally as possible.

“And why wouldn’t you have told me this before?” Luca asked with raised eyebrow, pacing back to the breakfast table with a dangerous look in his eye.

Aurora went to him, stroking a hand down his shirt front to calm him. “I had to be sure,” she said, faltering slightly in her delivery before dipping her head under his chin. When Luca accepted her, lacing an arm around her waist, her body relaxed against his. However, she quickly noticed the tension did not leave his grip as he tightened his hold on her.

“Sure of what, amore?” he whispered in a low growl, fingers pressing against her flesh painfully. One hand slipped away to find her chin, pulling her eyes up to meet his in a challenging stare.

Aurora eyes darted momentarily as she forced the lump back down her throat with the note of panic desperate to escape. “I couldn’t risk her giving us false information. Putting you in danger,” she purred.

Luca’s head tilted slightly as his brow softened, “So how do you know she’s not lying?” he implored, wanting to believe.

At that moment, Enzo entered the room and Aurora turned to him with a desperate look in her eye. With her back to her husband she silently pleaded through her gaze as she spoke. “Enzo followed him there,” she said, heart thundering in her chest as she waited for her father’s man to give confirmation.

“Have you been watching Artillery Square?” Luca asked the young man before him.

Aurora gave an almost imperceptible nod of her head toward Enzo and his eyes went wide for a moment, glancing between husband and wife. He knew what needed to be done though fear coursed through his veins. “Yes, boss,” he quickly replied.

“And Tommy Shelby’s brother lives there? You’re certain of it?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Enzo confirmed, feeling a trickle of sweat run down his back.

Luca sighed heavily, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he thought.

“You see, Luca, we can trust the intelligence,” Aurora spoke up. Seeing his resolve was weakening at the thought of a victory over the Shelbys, Aurora delivered one last impassioned speech. “Let’s end this so we can go home. You take him today, Luca. You must,” she urged her husband, stroking his cheek gently.

She could see from the glint in his eye that he was ready, having waited too long for vengeance for his family. “Today,” he repeated with a firm nod, assured in his decision.

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Tommy waited patiently from a second story balcony late into the afternoon with a machine gun covered by a thick swath of muslin. Residents had been evacuated from the buildings in Artillery Square, though he suspected some still remained as noises could be heard occasionally with the rustle of the breeze. If it were rats or curious tenants, he couldn’t quite be sure. It was of no concern now though, the only thought on his mind was waiting for Luca and his men.

Tommy closed his eyes, taking in one last deep breath and exhaling into the heavens. This would be the end to it all, the black hand and the blood in the kitchen had been nothing compared to this moment when he would finally be victorious. And if he wasn't, that would be the end of everything extra and he could be at peace with Grace. “In the bleak midwinter…” he began before the roar of a car engine could be heard in the distance.

Readying himself for battle, Tommy withdrew the cloth from his weapon and hid beyond the shadows, listening to the distant footsteps of at least four men, recalling all the places he’d stored guns and ammunition around the compound. He steadied his breathing as he’d done years ago in the war, taking in the stream of oxygen as he might the opium or whisky afterward to stop the shakes. He took one last look at his pocket watch, the soldier's minute had begun.

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Aurora watched the last of the vehicles Darby provided pull away from the curb and she felt a rush of adrenaline course through her whole body. She packed quickly knowing time was not a luxury today and gathered the tickets Rose had left for her under an assumed name. Everything was falling into place almost too well when she felt a hand on her shoulder as she waited for a taxi.

She startled at the touch, dropping her case to the pavement as she glanced over her shoulder nervously. This was the moment she was found out. She was certain of it and she nearly fainted as she glimpsed the fedora in her peripheral vision.

In a blessed moment of relief, the voice that issued forth was not that of her husband, but a warm, soothing tone of her bodyguard. Shoulders slumping forward in instant relief she managed, “Enzo! It’s only you.”

“Yes, Mr. Changretta said I should stay behind and watch over you,” he explained, a note of apology in his voice.

“I won't be needing you today. Go back to the hotel,” Aurora instructed.

Enzo looked confused as Aurora straightened her dress and picked her case up from where it had fallen at her feet. He dipped quickly to pick it up for her, but she grabbed the handle first with a shake of her head. Her hazel eyes turned dark with warning, the same look she’d given him that morning in the dining room and he understood she was fleeing.

“I’m sorry, I can’t stay,” she said as a taxi pulled up to the curb.

“No, it’s I who must apologize, Mrs. Changretta,” he replied as he opened the door for her. "Potrai mai perdonarmi?"

She paused as her hand fell upon the door. “Why do you say that?” she asked, eyes snapping up to meet his.

Enzo looked away as he fixed his eyes on something across the road answering honestly, “I never protected you from him. It was my one job and I failed you,” he confessed.

Aurora’s swallowed harshly as she was confronted by the truth no one had dared speak into existence in her presence. She placed a gloved hand over his and gave a gentle squeeze as she tried to fortify him with a look of reassurance. “You've done enough. Be satisfied with that and don't worry. I'm my father's daughter. No one strikes a Sabini without bearing a scar of their own.” Then she ducked inside the cab without looking back.

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“Dear Lord, vengeance is yours. My father, look upon me. Vengeance is yours too.” Luca whispered before making the sign of the cross and kissing the St. Christopher medal that hung from his neck. As Matteo drove a bread truck deep into Shelby territory, he searched for signs of life in the smoggy streets. However, the neighborhood appeared cold and desolate, gray clouds hanging like a burial shroud over the decaying buildings.

Luca leaned forward to give his final instructions to his men. “He may try to surrender, but remember, I’ll fire the final shot,” he warned them, flexing his gloved hands until the leather cracked breaking the tension in the air. They nodded in silent understanding, exchanging glances as they all recognized the blood lust in Luca’s eyes. He wouldn’t be contained a moment longer.

As soon as the car stopped, Luca jumped from the back, surveying the empty car left by the alley. By all accounts this was Shelby’s car and he smirked with pleasure knowing his enemy was nearby.

In the distance Tommy watched through the iron bars of the balcony railing as Luca marched through the courtyard, a lion prowling unfamiliar territory with his nose high in the air. He had an unsettling sense of superiority Tommy found nauseating, a reminder of the cavalry who rode past him without a single glance. That was the secret to his plan, however. Hiding in plain sight where Luca would never think to look. Taking one last view through the sights, Tommy’s finger curled over the trigger in anticipation of just the right moment.

No sooner had Luca begun thinking of his plans to ambush Tommy, gunfire reigned down from above. The sharp echoes around him bit at his nerves and the wind opened his coat, exposing him to the elements in a sudden reversal of fortune he hadn’t been expecting. His men poured from the back doors of the bread truck, machine guns in hand, but two were struck down instantly by his side, blood pooling at his feet. “Fuck!” he shouted, returning fire to the balcony above, grimacing as he held his gun against his shoulder tightly and fired several rounds in quick succession.

As the specter of a man in a flat cap disappeared beyond undulating waves of hanging bed sheets, Luca motioned the others forward. “Come on!” he said with a wave of his arm, unwilling to give up the chance now that it had begun. His earlier certainty had been robbed, however, and he now stood motionless despite his command, flattening himself against a wall as he collected his thoughts. His face twisted with rage as he hissed, “I was lied to.”

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Aurora fidgeted with the buttons on her gloves anxiously, willing the couple in front of her to move more quickly. She'd already waited at the docks for hours for her boat and the churning in her stomach was worsening with every passing second. Her nerves were not helped by the elderly pair before her having a lengthy discussion about securing their dog on board, along with endless questions about their voyage. She attempted to take long, slow breaths through her nose, but nothing seemed to calm her.

Finally it seemed she would be next and she readied her papers in hand with a warm smile. As she stretched her hand out to offer them, a clerk approached her. “Ma’am, a word please,” he said in a stern voice.

With a dry throat, Aurora attempted to swallow and hesitantly turned to face him. “Yes, can I help you?” She was certain it was a mistake. Women traveling alone were often questioned and she was confident she could talk her way out of it.

“I need you to follow me, please,” he said with a wave of his hand. "There's been a problem with your paperwork, ma'am."

"Surely you'll find everything in order if you take a look," she demurred, offering her papers. They shook in her hand as she pleaded, "Please, I’ll miss the boat and my family is waiting in America."

“Now, ma’am, or I'll be forced to call a policeman,” he commanded.

Seeing no other option, Aurora complied, gathering the small case at her side. The row of waiting travelers parted for her, pointing and staring at the elegant woman being led away. Although she kept her head held high, her legs nearly collapsed when she made it to the end of the dock to see Luca towering above her. He smiled at her with a predatory glimmer in his dark brown eyes. “Amore, I was so worried when you weren’t at the hotel,” he greeted her with open arms, pulling her into him like a long lost lover.

Aurora’s heart raced, beating wildly against her chest. She knew each and every one of his moods. This was his best impression of a loving husband, an act he would discard later in favor of the cruelest forms of punishment. The soft, even tone of his voice terrified her more than the beatings that followed.

She tried not to react as he pushed the scarf from her head and stroked her hair, fingers tracing along the column of her neck. A prickle of goosebumps developed beneath the wake of his touch as he whispered in her ear, “We could have had everything.” His nose nudged the shell of her ear tenderly as he did when they made love, but his next words came out even more breathlessly as he struggled to temper his emotions. “Mi hai spezzato il cuore…now I’m gonna break you, sweetheart.” Then he placed a rough kiss to her temple, hand clutching at the back of her neck possessively as though he might crush her skull and she whimpered involuntarily.

As he attempted to drag her from view of the remaining passengers waiting to board, Aurora began to feel nauseous. If she went with him, she wouldn’t return home. He had warned her once. Spotting the waiting car at the curb, she began to kick against his hold.

She wrenched herself from him in a moment of panic, his hand clutching at her necklace. It stopped her for a brief moment, a small choking sound emitting from her throat as it held her to him. Then the clasp gave way and she stumbled, watching a shimmering row of pearls fall to the walkway. Her hand flew to her throat as she saw Luca’s eyes widen in shock at the shower of jewels bounce along the ground at their feet.

Seeing her moment to flee, Aurora ran in the opposite direction as quickly as her legs would carry her. The shouted curses began as the sound of Aurora’s heels beat against the pavement, sounding a war drum in Luca’s ears as the blood pumped through his veins provoking him to chase after her.

She cut a path back through the crowd, weaving between bodies to disguise herself. The murmurs from the crowd intensified as she ducked low to avoid the men in dark coats and her position was given away when a woman screamed out in surprise. “Over there!” Luca called to Matteo who rushed to find her, pushing a man out of his way as he reached for the handle of his pistol.

In an instant Aurora’s brown curls had disppeared once more and the men stopped to watch and listen. They hadn’t seen her remove her shoes and scamper down a ramp, concealing herself beneath a set of stairs. Although soon one of the men discovered the passageway and motioned for Luca. “Here, boss!” he called out.

The men stalked through the shadowed area slowly, weapons drawn now that they were out of sight of any bystanders. Aurora closed her eyes tightly as she heard the sound of a gun cock, chest heaving and silently praying they wouldn’t discover her position. When she heard their footsteps move on, she took one last gulp of air and ran toward freedom, but the sound of a single shot echoing along the corridor immobilized her with a shock of lightning through her entire body. She dropped to the ground as the sound of police whistles rang out and her vision blurred.

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**The Changretta Calls-3 happens here **

Margate, One week later…

As the heavy front door swung open, Tommy’s voice rumbled lowly, “Is she still alive?” Expression unreadable below his flat cap, only his tightly clasped hands and rigid posture gave away his anxiety.

“And good morning to you, Tom,” Alfie said, stepping aside to allow his business associate inside. “Would like some tea, I think Edna’s got some brewing.” Observing Tommy’s pacing, he stroked his beard, adding, “bit of something stronger?”

Removing his cap swiftly, Tommy’s bloodshot eyes came into view and he stepped closer to Alfie as he hissed, “I need answers, Alfie. Right fucking now.”

“Yeah, suppose you do, mate. Come on, then,” he said, shuffling toward the back of the house to find Rose.

As they came into view of the sitting room, Rose’s head shot up. “Mr. Shelby, there are a few things we need to discuss,” she said with arms crossed against her chest. “First, I’d like to know why you left Mrs. Changretta to die when we agreed it was her husband you wanted.”

“Now wait a minute,” Tommy interjected. “I’ve already told your husband, I had nothing to do with that.”

“Of course you’d deny it,” she huffed. “She delivered him to you on a silver platter and it still wasn’t enough for your ego,” she let out a bitter laugh as she marched toward him. Pointing a finger at Tommy accusingly she continued, “If that bullet had been three inches to the left, she’d be dead. She risked her life to save yours, you arrogant prick!” Her words were pitched with emotion, a bit high for her usual register as the emotional distress from watching Aurora suffer spilled forth all at once.

“It was only Luca and his men in Artillery Square,” Tommy said with conviction.

“Then how did she end up in hospital?” Rose asked.

As the waves crashed outside the open balcony door, Aurora’s words echoed in Tommy’s ear, “I just want out.” She’d been desperate that afternoon in the basement room, clawing her way out of the pit Luca had dug for them. Tommy recognized it in her, the will to live despite being buried. Then all the pieces clicked into place. His throat felt dry and the room far too warm suddenly. Alfie had been right about one thing, the unexpected guilt that arose. He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen when he arranged the meeting in Artillery Square. It was his battle to fight, not Aurora Changretta’s.

The harsh cry of a lone seagull dipping low in the sky brought Tommy back to himself as he choked out, “I proposed an alliance in good faith and I haven’t broken it. The only other person in this country who wants her dead is her own husband. Have you asked her about him?”

The tightness in his jaw and the strained look in his eye told Rose Tommy was concerned for Aurora. Perhaps he even cared what happened to her after this, but he was definitely telling the truth about the events of the past days. Even if she wanted to hold a grudge, she had no choice but to work with him because a war was still raging outside her doorstep.

“She lost a great deal of blood and fell unconsciousness before I could speak with her further,” Rose admitted. “I just know she needed protection and asked to come here.”

“Well let’s settle this, shall we? I’d like to know where the fuck Luca is for a start, wouldn’t you?” Tommy asked with raised eyebrows.

“I told you, she needs rest,” Rose cautioned, still feeling protective over her guest.

“We don’t have time, Rose,” Tommy countered. Rose opened her mouth to argue, fury ready to fly from her until he added more gently, “I can’t protect her or any of us if I don’t have information.”

She couldn’t deny his logic and closed her mouth. Pursing her lips for a moment before beginning, “I’ll check on her, but I don’t want that woman upset. If you speak, you’ll watch your bloody tone with her. She’s been through enough, do you understand?” Rose gave him a stern look and without waiting for a reply, she whisked away to Aurora’s room to see if she might be able to speak.

Alfie let out a low whistle. “Ready for that drink now?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Tommy agreed with a quick nod, watching Alfie push himself up from his chair with a low grunt.

Alfie lumbered to the bar cart in the corner, pouring two fingers of Irish whisky and passed it to his friend with a grumble. As he stood considering the bright morning sun over the water, he reached for the chain around his neck and produced a pair of half moon shaped glasses. Their size was unremarkable in comparison to their owner who held them in his enormous hand with great awe and wonder.

“The man who made this pair of spectacles for me is a fucking magician, Tommy. You wouldn’t believe it,” he said with a satisfied nod. “A fucking magician!” his voice boomed. “Ain’t they lovely though?” he asked, pulling the chain out from his body and offering them toward Tommy for inspection.

Tommy took a swig of his drink, tilting his chin to the ceiling as he allowed the burn of the alcohol to reach his brain. It was too early for Alfie’s theatrics, especially with the weight on his mind. He licked his lips and nodded thoughtfully. “They’re quite nice, Alfie.”

“They tell me things as well. All that’s about to happen," he gestured with an open palm. "I’ve seen into the future with these,” he said in a hushed voice full of reverence.

“Is that right? Perhaps I need a pair then,” Tommy dead panned, reaching into his coat pocket for a badly needed cigarette.

“Ah, but you already know, dontcha?” Alfie hummed, pacing toward the balcony once more. “It was you who said they was coming for us all one day. That was you, weren’t it?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder as Tommy lit his smoke, looking more interested than before.

Nodding to himself, Alfie clutched the spectacles in his large fingers and turned his back to Tommy saying, “Hmm, didn’t need a pair of these after all, did ya?” Tugging at the hem of his shirt to polish a spot, he held them to the light for inspection as he continued, “The way I see it, the wops know she’s a traitor.” Alfie stopped, one ringed hand resting over his mouth, stroking his beard momentarily, before he dared speak the rest. “Worse they’ll know by now my Rosie’s one cause they’ve been seen together.”

“What would you have me do, Alfie?” Tommy asked, taking a long drag as he awaited an answer.

“I can’t keep the Changretta woman here another day, mate,” Alfie proclaimed, a veiled request rolled into his statement.

“Rose won’t agree to it,” Tommy warned.

“She might not like it, but she knows what’s best for everyone, don’t she?” Alfie countered.

“Aurora can’t possibly travel,” Tommy argued, pointing his cigarette at Alfie for emphasis.

“She got here,” Alfie reasoned, tucking the glasses back into his shirt front. "She can make it to yours," he said decisively.

Tommy bit the inside of his cheek before slamming his glass on the nearest table, accepting his inevitable defeat in this argument. “I’ll need blankets and a medical kit, plus two cars to accompany us on the drive.”

Alfie nodded thoughtfully to accept the proposal, but his pacing continued as though some other issue still plagued his mind. “You do realize my wife will have your balls if you don’t do right by this woman,” Alfie proclaimed, chewing his bottom lip with worry.

Tommy looked down the hall where Rose had disappeared as he nodded, “Yes, I do.”

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Rose helped Tommy bundle Aurora into warm blankets, carrying her down to the car as gingerly as possible. Aurora was still quite delirious from the pain medicine, making a proper goodbye difficult, but she managed to thank Rose, giving her hand a weak squeeze. Rose wiped a tear away as she placed a basket on the bench seat by Tommy. “Be sure she eats the bread I sent,” she instructed. It was the only bit of care she could give now that they would be separated.

“And Tommy…this time you must succeed. This man has to be killed,” Rose implored with fierce determination.

“There's no other option,” Tommy replied before driving off.

It was close to midnight before they reached Arrow House, rows of men welcoming them back to what had become a heavily guarded fortress. Frances swept from the house the moment the car arrived with questions about room preparations which Tommy answered in short, half sentences, too tired to address properly. He was thinking of the calls still to be made that evening to a doctor, his brothers and Pol. There would be a lot of explaining to do and he could only hope they would trust him.

As he carried Aurora to her room, the full moon broke through the parting clouds and Tommy looked down at her sleeping form, wondering when he’d gone soft. Hadn’t she been the same woman who tried to have him killed mere weeks ago? Now she rested against his chest, the weight of her in his arms a promise to be fulfilled. He couldn't say if it was Rose's influence or the bandages that lay in the same place against her chest as the red stain upon Grace's dress the night of her murder, but something was driving him to protect her.

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The next day…

“Thanks be to Mary and Joseph," Johnny Dogs exhaled at the sight of Tommy entering the foyer of Arrow House. With Arthur in tow, they followed at Tommy's heels until they'd reached the office. With a heavy sigh, Johnny closed the office door behind him. “You didn't say she was gonna wake up, Tom! We had to barricade the fucking door,” he huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets angrily.

“What’s happened?” Tommy asked, quickly removing his jacket and placing it on the closest chair.

“I don’t know. She’s up there smashing up the room, speaking in bloody tongues,” Arthur said in disgust, pouring himself a whisky as he shook his head, ears still ringing.

“It’s Italian, Arthur,” Tommy retorted. “And I didn’t tell you to fucking lock her in. She’s not a prisoner, she’s a guest in my home. This is a delicate business which must be conducted accordingly, you understand?” he scolded.

“Yeah, well you’d think she’d act a little more grateful for what you did for her, eh?” he said, tossing back his drink as another loud crash came from the upstairs bedroom. “See what I mean?” he gestured above his head. “Fucking madwoman!”

“Alright, you get Polly for the family meeting later and I’ll deal with this,” Tommy replied with a sigh. Rubbing a hand over his face, he climbed the grand staircase. Despite the lack of sleep and the obvious displeasure of his guest, it was time to discuss strategy.

Potrai mai perdonarmi?=Can you ever forgive me?

Mi hai spezzato il cuore=You broke my heart

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Confessions

Sam Coe x GN! Reader

GN! Reader. No pronouns, no use of Y/N, or reader descriptions used.

Fighting, enemy death, language, confessions of love, kissing

Two short stories of times when you and Sam tell each other I love you.

So I started this with the typical canon scene in the game, tweaking it to how I would personally write it, and then said...wait, I could make something else entirely. So I wrote both. They're back to back, separated with a text divider.

This was requested by @wisperwin 😊 Hope you enjoy!

Requests for short 1K fics are open while I write out a longer fic. Send in your asks!

Sam’s favorite spot in Akila is more in the open than you imagined, it was basically a bar porch, but as soon as you sat down at a small table in the corner it felt like him. As if a tiny piece of himself lingered here. It wasn’t hard to imagine a younger version of Sam sitting and looking out at the courtyard on cool evenings just like this one, with the sun setting slowly on the horizon.

Even on your way here you noticed a difference. He seems happier, lighter on his feet. He’s taking his time with things, not rushing from task to task or place to place.

When he pulled you aside and invited you here, told you how special this place was to him, it had your heart fluttering like a small bird.

After sitting for a moment and looking out at Solomon Coe’s statue, Sam turns to you with a smile. “For the first time in a long time…I feel peaceful. Like I can just exist… and I have you to thank for that.”

“All I did was give some encouragement—you did all the hard work.” You say, shrugging sheepishly.

He smiles, shakes his head a little, “Don’t sell yourself short. It probably wasn’t easy dealing with my constant complaining about Lillian—and then actually going to meet her, and help her, and then escort her, and—”

He stops at the sound of your good-natured laugh. “You don’t have to list out everything, Sam. We might be here all night.”

“Yeah, yeah. What I’m really trying to say is thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’d do it a thousand more times if it meant seeing you this happy.”

His face softens, something in his eyes change. “Listen, there’s also this other thing I’ve been meaning to talk with you about.”

Your head tilts a little. “I’m all ears.”

Sam’s shoulders tense, he clears his throat, then takes a deep breath. “I have feelings for you—certain feelings. Feelings that I can’t really…that I don’t know how to…” He sighs, brows pinching together. “Sorry, this is hard for me.”

He shifts his weight slightly. “You know what, I’ll just say it. The truth is…I’m in love with you. I have been for a little while now.” He scoots to the edge of his chair, leaning in and placing his hands on the table. “I’ve been meaning to say something, but the timing was always off, or we were busy getting shot at.”

You can’t help but softly and breathlessly agree. “We get shot at a lot.”

“Exactly. I just uh—I needed to tell you before some other crisis inevitably came up. And I know this might be coming out of nowhere for you, I’m not—I’m not the most obvious guy.” He takes a deep breath. “So, if this is too sudden, or if you need time to think about it, or mull over your own feelings—I’m good with that. I’ll give you some space.”

His blue eyes find yours in the dim evening light. They’re uncertain, nervous. The way he holds himself, he’s trying not to fidget. He grips at the edges of the table one moment, then brings his hands up to trace his fingers along the lines in the wood top surface.

You’re caught watching his hands dance skittishly. Since you’ve met him, Sam Coe has worn the cool, calm, and stoic nature of a typical Freestar Ranger. His nervousness solidifies how seriously he’s taking this.

Without much forward thought, you reach across the table and hold his hands in yours. Maybe—once, or twice—you imagined what you might say to him if you were ever presented with this situation. But that all went out the window as soon as you started talking.

“It may be a little sudden—you’re a hard man to read sometimes—but I’m really glad you said something.” You give his hands a reassuring squeeze. “I love you too. Since NEON.”

Sam lets out a breath he’d been holding, some of it comes out in a chuckle. “Since NEON? Like, when we first got there, or when we last left—?”

“Does it really matter?” You ask, teasingly.

“Guess not. I just…now it’s my turn to be surprised. I really thought you were gonna turn me down.”

“You can’t be serious. I’ve been flirting with you so much.”

This makes him laugh. “I thought I was imagining things for a little bit, but when I started flirting back…”

“That was you flirting back?”

“Yes. I was really trying—oh, you’re teasing me, you’re having fun with this.” He shakes his head with a fond smile, leaning in too. His voice is affectionate. “Smartass from the moment I met you—knew you were trouble.”

Your faces are close now. “Ah, but you love me for it.”

“Damn right I do.” He pauses, eyes glancing down at your lips. One of his hands lets go of yours to bring your face closer, gently tugging at your chin. “Come ‘ere, you.”

He kisses you softly. Bristles tickle your face with just a brush of his lips against yours, they leave a hot trail in their wake. Searing and lingering on your skin.

Sam knows the effect he has on you, and if by some chance he didn’t before, he knows now as your breath shortens and you fight not to chase after him.

That half smile-half smirk breaks through his love-struck expression. “I love you. And later on, maybe I’ll show you just how much.”

Gunfire blasted into the metal walls around you. The sharp whizzing of bullets was much louder due to the enclosed space of the enemy ship. Crouched behind some cargo crates, you looked across the aisle to the other side of the narrow dead ended hallway. Sam leans up against his cover, also a short stack of Cargo.

He caught your eye and half-smirked. “Not looking good, is it?”

“Chances are slim, but—", you duck as a bullet whizzes past, “—but we’ve been through worse.”

He snorts, firing a few blind shots from cover. “When?”

“Oh, you know, that one time.”

“No, I don’t think I do—please, refresh my memory.”

“We were getting shot at, just like this.”

“Sweetheart—” He fires another shot but flinches back as chunks of the cargo crate fly near his face. “—that’s just about every day for us.”

“Yeah, but it was a really specific time.” You fire two shots, ducking in and out of cover. You don’t have time to count how many heads you see. “Uh, maybe like when we went to that zero-grav casino?”

“Almagest?”

“Yeah! That was definitely worse.”

“No way, we had that place cleared in 20 minutes, tops. And there was plenty of cover—” he leans, firing wide shotgun blasts in two concentrated areas “—and plenty of ammo, and we were never cornered, and—"

“—Sure.”

“What do you mean, ‘sure’? Why’d you say it like that?”

“I must have a different memory of how it went down, is all.”

He leans back against the cargo and laughs. “Are we really debating in the middle of a gun fight?”

“I’m happy to give this one to you. Really, I am.”

That made him laugh even harder. “Oh, you’re letting me win—you’re somethin’ else you know that?”

You hear a gap in enemy fire and take the opportunity to peak around. There are at least eight or nine more enemies crouched and moving around. You see the muzzles of their guns and crouch behind your cover just as their returning fire starts back up.

“Let’s say I was wrong—” He starts.

You’re quick, grin lighting up your eyes. “—is this a hypothetical? Are you doing hypotheticals now when you can’t admit you’re wrong?”

His head hangs down, you can see his shoulders bouncing. “Goddammit, you’re too funny for your own good.”

“I love making you laugh, even when we’re about to die or be captured by pirates.”

Enemy fire patters out, there’s some shouting from their end. Heavy footsteps approach. Sam readies his pistol; you pull out a knife. As soon as boots come into view, you kick the pirate’s legs. Sam fires a shot, and you sink your knife into their chest. The pirate jerks once and lies dead.

Sam straightens a little, calling out. “Hey, how ‘bout you send a few more down here! We could use the change of pace; this is starting to get old!”

The pirates immediately begin firing again.

He leans back against cover. “My point is, that if we’re in a worse position than when we were on Almagest, then these might be our final moments together.”

“Kind of a downer to start something that way but go on.”

“I wanted to say a few ‘thank you’s, for all you’ve helped with.”

“Oh wow, is this like…your last will and testament? Are we doing that now?”

He laughs again as he leans out from cover and fires. “I’m trying to be serious here.”

You join him, firing at a pirate’s exposed leg. Your first shot clips a calf and there’s shouts of pain. Sam manages to take out a pirate that exposes themselves too soon. You both lean back into cover when Sam’s shotgun needs reloading.

“I wanted to thank you for helping me and Cora with pretty much everything. You didn’t have to, but you still did. That means a lot to me.”

“It was worth it, for you and Cora.”

Sam’s smile melts into a look of pure warmth and affection. It makes you pause, humor giving way to the gravity of the situation. He said his piece, it might be a good time to say yours. And if you end up living through this, then, you’d still have finally said what’s been on your mind for weeks.

You clear your throat, momentarily busying yourself by checking over your rifle. “And, since we’re being serious now, there’s something I wanted to tell you too.”

Somehow you feel more nervous saying this than facing the pirate firing squad behind you. When you’ve taken a deep breath, you meet his eyes. “I love you.”

You’re not sure how to read his wide-eyed expression so you just keep talking. “I don’t know exactly when it happened or when I knew for sure, but I’m head over heels for you, Sam. And if this is how we go out, then I’m just glad it’s with you.”

A gap in noise is your cue to fire. You straighten from cover, doing your best to quickly find a target. The top of a helmet is exposed. You catch a glimpse of the visor shattering as your rifle round hits. Something bumps your leg. You’re so caught off guard that you drop down, reaching for a knife.

But it’s Sam. He used your fire as cover to cross the aisle.

Before you can really say anything, he takes your face in his hands, pushes you up against the cargo, and roughly kisses you. It’s messy, a tangle of lips and rough, scratchy beard. Your teeth click together once or twice. The intense heat from his lips against yours and his hands on your face grounds you—tells you it’s real.

You’re too busy grasping at his jacket, shirt, the back of his neck—doing anything to bring him closer—that you don’t hear shouting or gunfire stop. There’s only faint recognition that new shots are being aimed somewhere else, or that it’s moving away.

It’s the ringing in your ears and the deafening silence that catches both of your attention. You each snap into action, pulling guns and whirling toward the aisle, expecting to see a pirate come into view. But no one’s there.

Instead, an altogether different voice calls out, “Freestar Rangers! If there’s anyone there, show yourself!”

Your hands go up immediately, Sam’s do too. “We’re not pirates! Don’t shoot!”

“Come out real slow, hands up!”

Moving out of cover, you see the ranger uniform and badge. The ranger’s eyes go wide. Their gun lowers. “Hot damn, Deputy. Got yourself into a pickle, didn’t ya?”

“Wouldn’t know what we would’ve done without you ranger, thank you.”

The ranger tips their hat in acknowledgement. Another voice—presumably a second ranger, calls them. They half turn to listen, then with a curt, parting nod they turn to leave.

You take a breath, caught by surprise at the rescue and more than a little mixed up emotionally. Clearing your throat, you try to act normal. “Well, we didn’t die. Shall we claim this as a victory or chalk it up to a stale—"

Sam’s gruff voice, followed by his hand spinning you around, gives you chills. “Hang on, I’m not done with you yet.”

This kiss is less desperate, it’s slower, and passionate enough to make your knees go weak. Sam’s hands knead at your hips before moving to your lower back to pull you against him.

When he leans back, leaving your head reeling, his smirk is the first thing you see. “I love you too, just in case that wasn’t obvious.”

Your grin is slow to spread, but it lights up every inch of your face. “I’m sorry, what was that? My ears are ringing, didn’t quite catch it.”

Something deep rumbles in his chest, he presses his lips to yours, separating out his words with stubborn kisses. “I’m—in love—with you—too.” He can see the glint in your eyes as you slowly open your mouth. “You can’t play the deaf card twice in a row.”

“Damn. Ok, just say it one more time before we go back to the ship.”

Sam chuckles, one hand coming up to brush a thumb along your jaw. “How about I show you later, instead?”

#sam coe #sam coe x reader #gn reader #starfield

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journey-to-the-attic · 1 month

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3rd anni req 10: luke, raphael / chocolate

ao3 link

note: thirteen's in this one too, since this is set in a sorta-hypothetical second exchange year! i struggled a bit with how to execute this one - so sorry if this wasn't quite what you wanted, anon ^^;

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“Do you think Luke’s acting weird?”

Thirteen blows a bubble in her milkshake, then ducks back down to tighten another screw. She hums. “Nope. Why?”

I glance over at the white beret peeking out from behind a hedge. It bobs up and down slightly, then abruptly retreats again. “I just… have a feeling.”

She glances up from her work. Of course, the hat isn’t there anymore, and I can’t be bothered to explain it, so I just let her go back to her helmet-contraption.

“Eh. Sometimes angels just do stuff we don’t get,” She says after a moment, swapping the screwdriver for a cloth and giving the shell a quick polish. “Here, put this on.”

I let her fasten the helmet on my head without much thought - which I probably shouldn’t do, but I’ve got other things on my mind. As Thirteen starts adjusting knobs and murmuring half-incantations, I skim over everything that’s happened so far.

It started, I think, as soon as we got to school. Luke had a bag, which was already a little unusual, and as soon as he spotted me, he started fumbling around inside - but Solomon, not paying attention, started ushering us all into the building before he could find whatever it was.

I don’t think I’d thought much of it at the time. I thought Luke’s conversation was oddly stilted during our first lesson, but it wasn’t until he dived under the table for the third time that I finally realised that something was off.

“Ah, that’s beautiful,” Thirteen says with some satisfaction, and carefully pops the helmet back off again. “Better let Mephisto know…”

“Which one?”

“The stupid one.”

By Thirteen’s metric, that doesn’t narrow it down. I pat down my hair. I don’t feel any different, so I have no idea what that gadget was supposed to do.

Back to Luke, though - I tried to ask him if he was feeling alright as we left that first class, but I don’t think he heard me at all. He seemed completely occupied by something, and just as he finally did turn to me as if to speak, Mammon came around the corner, and he quickly ducked behind Simeon instead.

Simeon himself doesn’t even seem to have noticed anything is up. In the lesson after that, Luke spent most of the hour glancing distractedly around the room, then under the table, and he kept dropping his pens. Simeon didn’t even try to bring his focus back to the work - just whispered the answers when the teacher inevitably called on him.

…though it feels a little like the Devildom is working against him here. Every time it looks like he’s about the explain what’s going on, something comes up - Solomon dropping a small statue on his foot and yelping loudly, someone letting off a firework in the classroom, Diavolo stopping to start a very long conversation in the hall - and he responds like a deer caught in headlights.

Thirteen stands up with a huff and suggests we go get some cookies or something. Somehow, Luke is already there.

He doesn’t spot me, but I catch him almost immediately - his all-white apparel makes him stand out from a mile away in a mostly grey-clad student body. Simeon is nowhere to be seen, but Raphael is with him now, and they’re huddled just behind a display cabinet, as if the glass isn’t transparent.

Raphael is saying something - as we pass by, I try to listen in without getting closer, but I can only catch a few snippets.

“...attention… decisive strike… necessary?”

I glance at Luke. His face is a little blurred through the glass, but he doesn’t look as if he’s listening to a word Raphael is saying. He’s staring down at something in his hands, face creased in deep thought.

They look pretty comfortable there, so it’s a surprise when Raphael’s head suddenly emerges from around a corner as Thirteen and I are heading to our respective next classes. I lean forward, attempting to see around him, but it doesn’t look like Luke’s with him anymore.

“IK. I need to speak with you,” He says, very seriously. “Do you have time?”

“Uh… sure, yeah.” I glance up at Thirteen. She shrugs and carries on without me. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

He glances quickly back and forth, then leans over and peers into the nearest classroom. After a moment, he jerks his head, and leads the way inside.

“Listen,” He says seriously. “You’re a nice human.”

“...thanks?”

“I’m not done yet.”

“Oh, sorry.”

He seems to think for a moment. He scans the room one more time, then finally relaxes a little. “It wouldn’t be fair to leave you in the dark, that’s all. I just wanted to warn you.”

“...okay.” I have no idea what he’s trying to say here. “What’s this about?”

“I can’t tell you that - on my honour as an angel.” He presses his lips into a thin line, then sighs and pats me on the shoulder. “...we haven’t known each other for long, but I support you, too. I hope you will be alright.”

I have no idea what you’re on about... I manage an awkward smile. “Right. Well, uh, I’ll remember that. Thanks, Raphael.”

He offers a rare smile, but continues to look mildly troubled. He dithers on the spot for a moment, then nods, and holds the door open for me to leave.

He hurries ahead - and it seems like we’re heading in the same direction, but it’ll be awkward if I catch up with him now. I dawdle behind for a while, then start heading off in earnest. Except that backfires, because the delay seems to have given Raphael a false sense of security. Luke’s with him again, and they seem to be having a confidential conversation.

I stop before I can walk into their field of view, just around the corner. I feel bad for eavesdropping, but I really know what’s going on with Raphael…

“You what?!” Luke sounds incredibly stressed. “What are you talking about?! That’s not— that’s not what’s going on here at all!”

Raphael’s voice is much more measured. “You can be honest with me, Luke. I won’t tell Simeon.”

“No! You’ve got totally the wrong idea!” Now he sounds as if he’s about to cry. Do I need to step in? “Honestly— why would you even think of that?!”

There’s a pause. I imagine a tiny, thoughtful frown on Raphael’s face.

“...I might have misinterpreted my observations,” He admits after a moment. “I just wanted to be supportive.”

Luke sighs loudly. “...even if you were right, you’re supposed to STOP me from doing that stuff.”

“Well, for all I knew, it was justified by Devildom standards. Like a warrior’s code. So I didn’t want to make assumptions.”

“Come on,” groans Luke. “What’s Alecto been telling you?”

“Oh, this isn’t from her. She’s very knowledgeable, though…”

It’s at that point that it sounds like they’re moving again, and I panic, so end up ducking into a different corridor instead. It means having to take the long way around to the classroom, but I do catch Alecto herself - trying to convince Lucifer to climb into the big box she’s holding - on the way there.

When I get in and make to sit down, Luke clears his throat and reaches for his already half-open bag again. At that exact moment, the teacher walks in as well, and he snaps his mouth shut - zipping his bag closed at the same time. And something similar happens again when it looks like he’s about to try once more as we’re leaving the classroom.

It’s at that point that I decide I should probably help him out. I don’t know what he’s trying, but the way things are going, it’s like absolutely everyone doesn’t want it to happen. Which is unfair - it’s like fate is ganging up on him.

I’m not sure when to bring it up, though. Luke’s beginning to look more and more defeated, and it’s almost unbearable to see, but I don’t want to put him on the spot.

And it’s just then that Raphael arrives again - whether to save the day, or further complicate it, I don’t think even he knows. He stops me in the hall, gestures for me to follow him into another empty classroom, then clears his throat.

“I believe I’ve been misinformed,” He murmurs very quickly. “I thought you and Luke were feuding.”

“...huh??” I think back to what he said earlier. “Wait, so— that was really a warning? What did you think he’d do?”

“Ahem. Angels have… quite a lot of unexpected tactics available to us.” He glances awkwardly to the side. “But, anyway, I’m glad. I was going to tell y—”

“RAPHAEL.” The door opens with a clang, and Luke all but topples in, face completely pink. “What're you— actually, you know what, just don’t say anything!”

Raphael lifts his hands and takes a step backwards. Luke takes a deep breath, then makes eye contact with me and goes even pinker.

“Look, um, I…” He fumbles with his bag for what I really hope is the last time. “...I’ve been… trying to…”

I almost expect someone to come barging in at that very moment. But luck is finally on Luke’s side - and he presents me with a pastel blue box.

“Here,” He says a little breathlessly. I blink at it for a full three seconds before realising what's going on.

“Oh!” I accept the box with both hands, a little stunned - I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this. “For me?”

“Y-yeah! Well, um— I’ve, um, got to go right now…” He hops on the spot, then offers an anxious smile. “I— I hope you like it! See you!”

And he races out again, before I even have time to thank him.

Already, Raphael is practically burning a hole into the box with his eyes. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t deathly curious by now, too - so I undo the ribbon, then peek under the lid.

It’s… chocolates. Little star-shaped ones, arranged like a constellation and wrapped carefully in tissue. And the colours…

I stare at them for a moment. Then I remember something.

Today’s February 14th.

…ah.

#3rd anni event #obey me raphael #obey me luke #obey me thirteen #jtta ik #writing

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mlmxreader · 9 months

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Acceptance | Alfie Solomons x nb!reader

anonymous asked: Hi! Could I please request the following prompts for Alfie Solomons X non-binary!reader: "Get down!"+"Just think what they have to put up with."+"Stay with me" Maybe with the reader from Feisty, if the muse allows for it, of course! An idea could be that Alfie has been coming around their shop for a couple weeks. During a particular visit to their store, it gets hit by one of the other gangs, maybe one of them gets hurt during the encounter. Leads to reader accepting the offer of protection from Alfie. (But fully up to you, obviously) Thanks again! 🐍anon

summary: Alfie's offer to the shopkeeper he finds so terribly charming may just actually go through after all.

tws: mentions of gunshots, swearing, injury

PART ONE: FEISTY

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You were hoping to make it home early, when he showed up; the shop had just finished closing and getting locked up for the day, when he fucking waltzed in and pretended to look at what you were selling. He had been doing this for two fucking weeks, and although you had grown to become aware of the times he would visit, that didn't mean you liked him.

But you were used to him by now, so you never paid it much mind anyway; you allowed him in, allowed him to browse while you read your newspaper and sat in the staff room. He knew where he was, he would often sit with you for a while. His presence wasn't welcome, but it was tolerated only because he paid for what he wanted and he often added on extra.

Today was no different though.

At his usual time, he walked in, took a look around and picked up a few things and paid more than the price for them and refused change; he popped them into a shopping bag that he left behind the till, and came to sit with you in the staff room as you read your newspaper.

You regretted sending your employees home.

"Evenin', sunshine," Alfie grinned. "You in a better mood today?"

"Genuinely, go shit in your hands and clap," you huffed, daring to smile to yourself. "Better yet, get the fuck off of my property."

Alfie leaned forward, tilting your newspaper down slightly so that you had to look at him. "I can see you smilin' there, treacle, c'mon. Admit you like me."

"I'd rather get a hot poker shoved up my arse," you scoffed. "You can fuck off."

He laughed softly, nodding as he leaned back again and stretched, lifting his legs up onto the table and resting his hands on his stomach. You were tough, and you weren't scared of him at all; he liked that. He thought you were great company, even if you acted like you utterly despised everything about him.

Quietly, he yawned under his breath, his eyes watering as his head tilted forward. "Can I at least walk you home later?"

"You can at least fuck off," you huffed. "Coffee?"

"Go on then," he grinned. "You left the puzzles, yeah?"

"Yeah, I left 'em for you," you huffed. "Selfish asshole."

Alfie hummed as he took the paper and started to look for the different puzzles that were often thrown in; he looked up every few seconds, keeping an eye on you and making sure that you were alright with him being there.

He thanked you quietly when you put the coffee down in front of him, but he soon rose to his feet when there was a loud crash and the telltale harsh cry of glass being broken.

"Get down!" He told you through gritted teeth. "I'll fuckin' handle it."

You waited in the staff room, under the table as you listened to the shouting match outside; there was a gunshot, and your stomach dropped as you feared the worst. But Alfie soon came back, a little bloodied but not too badly.

"I'm alright, sunshine," he smiled. "Just a little gash on my fuckin' arm is all. Nothin' for you to worry about."

You shook your head, ushering him to the seat he always used and sighing heavily. "No, you're gonna stay the fuck there, and I'm gonna look at it."

He cocked a brow. "Why?"

"You…" you huffed as you searched for the medicine kit. "Just stay with me."

He grinned. "Like what? Your own personal guard dog? I thought you fuckin' hated me."

You rolled your eyes. "I will really fucking hate you in a minute."

He couldn't stop smiling as you brought the medicine kit over, gentle as you removed his shirt and allowed it to drape across the back of his chair; the angle was awkward, so you were forced to sit on his lap as you patched the gash up.

It was a lot deeper and bigger than he had made it out to be, but every time you told him off, he just grinned and laughed - like all he cared about was being close to you.

"It was the cunts from Birmingham," he told you eventually. "Thought that because you were the only place that wasn't under my fuckin' protection, they could get away with havin' a pop."

You clenched your jaw. "Well. I don't see the harm in taking up your offer…"

"Really?"

"I spoke to Cohen," you sighed. "He said you weren't lying. You've shown me… you're not. So. I'll give it a go… just don't fucking annoy me every single day."

"I ain't makin' that promise," Alfie laughed. "You're too charmin' and fuckin' feisty for me to stop annoyin'."

You rolled your eyes as you shook your head. "Are you like this with everyone?"

"Of course I ain't," he hummed. "But imagine if I was. Just think what they have to put up with."

"I dread to think," you deadpanned. Making sure the wound was all set before you got off of his lap. "You'll survive, Mister Solomons."

Alfie grinned up at you. "Knight in shinin' armour, ain't you, sunshine? So, what next?"

"I thought you were staying."

"Right," he agreed. "With you, yeah?"

"If you must," you sighed. "If you have to annoy me constantly."

"Oh," Alfie laughed again as he stood up, putting his arm around your shoulders. "I absolutely fuckin' do, Mx."

You leaned into the touch a little, but not enough to let him think that you liked him. Of course you didn't.

He was Alfie Solomons, the very thorn in your side, the rock in your shoe, the sweat stuck to your back… he was Alfie Solomons, the man who drank coffee with you and whose visits you had come to tolerate.

You shook your head, clearing the latter thoughts as you dared to steal a look at him.

"Get the fuck off of me."

"Y'know," he mused. "I really fuckin' do like you."

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beetlebug-bii · 1 year

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Heya, first of all im sorry for that terrible joke i made in the comment section xD

I'd like to request a Solomon x Reader

I'm a sucker for him and can't find good ffs or more like not much of him TT

Scenario:

Song to listen to if you want too

( hammock - then the quiet explosion)

So I've been thinking of a scenario where MC is kind of annoyed from the brothers always near them and clinging on them, so that they have no privacy.

Solomon ( who has a crush on them) sees that the reader is exhausted and takes her to a quiet place to rest with him ( the rest is your imagination)

I loved the joke so much lmaooo

Alright this is my first one in a long while so please cut me some slack! I did my very best so I hope you like it! O7

How To Cure Depression (Solomon x GN!Reader)

You

Cannot

Serious

This is the third time this week

THE THIRD TIME THAT YOU HAVE WALKED INTO YOUR OWN ROOM TO HAVE IT BE IN SHAMBLES

IT IS TUESDAY!?!?

HOW IN THE WORLD

IN A HOUSE THIS BIG

IS YOUR ROOM ALWAYS THE CENTER OF ATTENTION

OH THATS RIGHT

BECAUSE EVERYONE WHO LIVES HERE BREAKS IN

AND THEY START FIGHTS WHEN SOMEONE ELSE DOES THE SAME THING

You just

Cant

Take it anymore

Lucifer is always critiquing your organization and how clean the room is

Mammon is always stealing your stuff

Levi and Satan are judging your interests all. the. time.

Asmo steals your clothes for selfies

Beel gets food on the floor

and Belphie messes up your bed at least six times a day

Why do they always have to do this

They have their own rooms

Why cant you?

you are so sick of cleaning up after their mess

so tired of always having to mediate fights

and that's why you're here you suppose

You couldn't even handle being in the house to listen to their excuses anymore

So you came here

The courtyard of the Royal Academy of Diavolo

It's the only place you can even feel like you can breathe right now, and even now you're struggling to keep the tears in

You close your eyes and take a breath, your head resting on your knees

Theres a nice breeze today…

It smells like flowers almost…

You can feel the sun shining on your skin too…its so warm…you missed that feeling…

Wait a second

aren't you underground right now?

Why is there a breeze??? Even if there was a breeze, why does it smell like flowers??

And there definitely shouldn't be a sunlight feeling??

Finally taking a moment to look up, you lock eyes with the one and only shady wizard

You almost want to sigh

There goes peace…goodbye peace…you will be missed…

But the way he's looking at you is…different

He's missing his signature smirk that always seems to be plastered on his face

Instead it's been replaced with something slightly softer…kind…

"Hey" he took a few steps forward

Leaning down next to you, and wiping a teardrop from your cheek

"...hey…" you said back, still unsure

Solomon sits beside you, leaning against the large stone wall hiding you from the rest of the world

"What happened?"

And with that

You broke

You cried on and on and on

Sobbing about how overwhelmed you were, how nothing you did was good enough, how exhausted you were all the time

You really hadn't meant to

But by the end you were just a bundle of tears

You were expecting a comment on how small your problems were

or maybe even a laugh because what did you expect? They ARE demons after all…

What you weren't expecting

Was Solomon gently taking your hand

And whispering a slight follow me

Gently he led you deeper within the courtyard, getting ever so slightly lost between the hedges

"Close your eyes" he said, with a slight smirk

and in that moment you werent sure if you should trust him

On one hand, he has yet to bully you

On the other, you might commit homicide if he starts now

You sigh and close your eyes

After a few moments of absolutely nothing happening you open them

And poof the wizard is gone

Are

You

Serious

He led you into what is basically a hedgemaze and then left!?

You huff, more annoyed now than you were before

You could go commit arson

You could ask diavolo so politely

He would probably say yes ri-

AAAAAAAA

you let out a short scream as a hand shoots out from within one of the hedges

You can hear Solomon laugh slightly from inside

oh you motherfu-

The hand grabs you and pulls you in

After being yanked through the bushes, you find yourself in a small cove…

Flowers filled the ground, and the grass was so soft….and there was sunlight- how?

"Where…" you whispered, still a bit awestruck

A place like this definitely shouldn't exist in the devildom…

"This is a little piece of home" Solomon explained, while taking a seat on the soft ground, "I made it with an illusion spell of sorts…I come here when things get difficult"

You gently sat next to Solomon

Taking it all in

Who knew the shady wizard had a soft side…

Solomon pulled your head down to his lap, one hand gently running through your hair while the other pulled out a book

He softly began to read

"I don't trust stairs…they are always up to something"

…huh

"Where do ghosts become pilots?...fright school"

…no

"Why did the cookie go to the doctor? It was feeling crumby"

…you were going to kill him

…but maybe later

You laughed and gently swatted Solomon's book of "1000 dad jokes to cheer up people with depression"

How sweet of him

Solomon laughed and poked at your cheeks

you really were beautiful when you smiled

Not that he could say that of course

…not yet

He wanted to savor this moment by your side for just a bit longer

Just the two of you

Safe in your little bubble

Away from the rest of the world

Solomon gently pet your hair until you fell asleep

Watching with a gentle smile

Before placing a small kiss on your forehead

He would give the brothers a piece of his mind later

#obey me #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me solomon

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What happens when you find them asleep?

You come home and call out to your significant other to alert them to your presence but get no answer 🤔

Had the idea for this at like 2-something AM lol

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter @thedevilshardy @inkwolvesandcoffee @wandawiccan60 @cameleonhardyfan63 @potter-solomons

Muscle boi

"Bebe, I'm home!". No response, that's odd. Tommy just about always greets you like a loyal dog when you get home, quite literally like a dog, because then it turns into him wanting nothing but your attention. That's where you're different, Tommy usually silently stares at someone with an annoyed glare until they leave him alone, but for you? He's basically a sweet saint bernard who still thinks he's a lap puppy.

What worries you is you know he's home, cause otherwise the door wouldn't have been unlocked. You start cautiously making your way around the house, not exactly eager to poke your head around corners, as the last time this happened, Tommy came up behind you and scared you shitless! "Come on! I was just playin' with you!" You recalled his voice that day, as he was laughing his ass off.

Finally, you found yourself in the living room. Hearing some kind of light thunderstorm ambiance playing, the kind Tommy likes to listen to when he's trying to calmly fall asleep. That explains why he didn't greet you at the door. You moved toward the couch, leaning your elbows on the back of it.

Sure enough, Tommy was sleeping and peacefully for once! It wasn't uncommon for him to wake up in a panic in the middle of the night only to refuse to tell you what's wrong when you calm him down. Cypress, your tabby and white ragdoll, mewed up at you from her spot, curled up against and being kept nice and warm by Tommy's stomach, her head and paw resting on his side.

You smirked to yourself seeing Tommy had the stuffed Valentine's bear you gave him locked in a death grip, clinging to it like his life depended on it. Maybe something to hold on to was all he needed to fall asleep and actually stay asleep, as cute as the sight before you was you couldn't help but snicker to yourself as you remembered Tommy asking you what he, an MMA fighter, was supposed to do with a child's toy.

"So much for the stupid bear".

The chaotic duo!

You groaned tiredly as you walked into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend and his partner, "Eddie? V? you guys in here?" You called. The TV was on, and a certain symbiote was clicking through the channels, "ya know for literally being an alien from another planet, you sure do like sitcoms" you giggled, walking up to the couch and sitting on the arm rest.

Glancing down, you saw Eddie fast asleep, lips slightly parted as soft snores escaped the back of his throat. "How long as he been like this?" You asked, looking back up at the black mass that was attached to Eddie at the shoulder. "Two hours," Vemon's voice rumbled, "Puny human is always tired". "Hey! Who the hell saved you from becoming another failed lab experiment?" You scolded. Vemon looked down at Eddie, almost shamefully.

It wasn't uncommon for you to scold the symbiote as if you were scolding a child, Eddie looked terrified the first time you did. Vemon, however, just hid inside of Eddie and refused to come back out, that's when Eddie's expression turned to amazement, "I never would've believed Vemon could be scolded without someone losing their head if I hadn't seen it for myself!".

"Big scary alien my ass! Eddie's self-esteem is already low enough without adding your mockery to the mix". You didn't care about Vemon's ungodly amount of teeth, and you certainly weren't afraid of them. Eddie and Vemon occasionally acted of one mind, but when they didn't... "Sorry" Vemon mumbled. "Alright," you sighed, patting Vemon on the head, and held a snickers out to the alien from your pocket, knowing how hangry the symbiote could be.

"You're not you when you're hungry".

Camden's King

After what you and your husband called work, you discovered what you thought was Alfie relaxing in the parlor after a long day. What you actually discovered was Alfie Solomons asleep on the couch, still clutching a glass of bourbon.

You glance down at Cyril, who was laying his head atop Alfie's crossed feet. Cyril perked his ears up and let out a small whine as you looked at him. "Yep, there's the big bad gang leader everyone's afraid of" you hummed to yourself, a smirk resting lazily on your face. Gently freeing the glass from Alfie's grip, you opted to down the rest of the liquor yourself, waste not want not.

"Not bad, good taste Mr. Solomons" you thought, setting the glass on the coffee table. Carefully draping a blanket over his sleeping form, a groan emerged from the back of his throat as he slightly adjusted himself. The groan was a satisfied sound, he was comfortable "goodnight Alfie" you whispered, brushing a few strands of redish brown hair back from his face.

"Yea, it is with you 'ere" he mumbled, slipping more and more into slumber. You smiled. It feels good to finally feel needed. Life in Camden will certainly be quieter without my brothers trailing after me, good riddance, I say!

Sweet dreams highflyer..

A small cottage in the English countryside, a garden with a white picket fence around it, what more could you ask for? Your beloved. Since yesterday, Farrier's aviator's hat has been hanging on the coat rack by the door. You had heard word from Collins that Farrier had been captured by the Gremen, which is why you were rendered speechless when he showed up on the doorstep with a boutique of wildflowers in hand.

"The garden looks lovely" he said after you stared at him blankly for a moment, as if unsure what you were staring at was even real. He doesn't seem too keen to explain what happened, Farrier never was one for what he considered idle chatter, for he spoke with purpose only. He'll come around at his own pace, he always does.

The lady at the shop expressed her apologies for your love becoming a victim of the war. It seems you're the only one who knows Farrier came home. Well, except for Collins, probably. Once you were home with your shopping, you called out to him, "Farrier?". Nothing, walking into the living room, you found him.

Catching up on sleep, something you're sure he hasn't done much of for some time. You smiled while gazing at his sleeping figure, messy brown hair, loose-fitting clothes, and Confetti, the black and white border collie, loyally guarding his side as he slept. "Good girl," you grinned, rubbing her head. Farrier called her Confetti after you gave her to him for his birthday. You gently lay a light blanket over him and kiss his forehead,

"Sweet dreams highflyer."

Criminal.

Criminal. One of the many things your family called him, did you care? Hell no! You ran with Forrest and his brothers as teenagers and had no plans on stopping now. "Howdy!" Howard smiled with a tip of his hat, holding the screen door as you walked in and walked out after you gave him a smile.

You wondered through the station to the middle brother's office, nodding to Maggie as you passed through the barroom. Coming to a stop in front of his office door, you gave it a little knock. No answer. You push the door open to poke your head in, seeing Forrest in his desk chair.

His head flopped over to the side, and the steady raising and falling of his chest confirmed your suspicions that he was sleeping. Keeping Howard and Jack in line could prove to be quite a tiring task. A smile lined your lips as a groan emerged from the back of his throat as you ran your hand through his hair.

"Forrest," you said quietly, gently prodding him to wake up. He was definite for a moment, scrunching up his features and lightly pushing your hand away from his arm. Finally, he relented. Opening his eyes halfway to look up at you.

"Let's get you to bed, shall we? Your neck and back will thank me later."

#what happens when you find them asleep?#tommy conlon warrior #eddie brock/venom symbiote #alfie solomons peaky blinders #farrier dunkirk #forrest bondurant lawless #tooth rotting fluff #hope you enjoy

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Alright, fixed. This is the right Chapter. 😂 Sorry about that.

Content warning: mentions of death, pain and slight game referencing and spoilers.

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Chapter 15

The curse of Woe

Arriving at the Ministry, you and Ominis we're met with Professor Fig and Sharp.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd both show up. Stephen and Richard told me Elizabeth stopped in to talk to you."

"Looking like me, that's very worrying," Fig added.

"No worse than me as Professor Black," you teased, getting Sharp and Ominis to look your way.

"Bubotuber puss and dittany, I should have known," Ominis mumbled, chuckling slightly.

Smirking, you changed the topic. "So, how's Anne?"

"I feel we're getting closer to a breakthrough. We managed to narrow it down to two different curses. Is there anything you've noticed about her side effects that could help us?"

"Yes, it's called Maledictio vae. Solomon knew the whole time what it was."

"How do you know?" Sharp asked, glancing between you and Ominis.

"He wrote it on a paper in his home," you answered, making Ominis stiffen slightly at the half lie. "He also knew it was Rookwood who cursed her."

"Hmm, this complicates matters," Fig mumbled, looking to Sharp.

"Why? You can reverse it, right?"

"This particular curse is one we haven't seen in a long time. It took us a while to hunt it down, but as far as we can tell, there is a way to reverse it, but it's not recorded," Sharp answered, his face remaining neutral.

"If it's that bad, how is it not recorded?" Ominis asked as you started to get a really bad feeling.

"It could have merely been lost to time, but with Rookwood knowing it, I have a feeling Charles would too," Fig mentioned, his eyes moving to you.

"You want me to break into Hogwarts in mid summer to ask?"

"Hardly," Sharp replied, giving you a look for suggesting such a thing with two professors in front of you. "You won't be breaking in. I've already informed Professor Weasley. Fig will apparate you to the school gates. We're taking great pains to keep this from the headmaster, so do try to avoid him."

Sighing, you rubbed your temples.

"Do you want me to go with?" Ominis asked.

"No, it's okay. You should be with Sebastian and Anne." He hesitated, but nodded as you moved over to Fig. "Be back soon."

He smiled just before Fig disapparated. The pull on top of the nerves almost made you feel sick.

Professor Weasley smiled at you as nearly tripped.

"I see you're studious. Don't seem to want to leave."

You nearly answered, but Professor Garlick raced over. "Professor Black is coming."

What horrible timing that man has, but at least he wasn't there when you arrived.

Fig spun towards you. "You go on ahead. Quickly before he sees you."

Not waiting to be told twice, you moved onto the school grounds and raced as fast as you could to reach the doors, slipping inside just before the headmaster could see you.

You didn't stop, not even when you came across Peeves who started floating beside you, taunting that he'd tell.

You just baited him by telling him to go ahead and do what he wanted, anything to get him to stop following you.

It worked. He went to go tell anyone who'd listen, but that was okay. The worst they could do was yell at you, maybe expell you.

The keepers weren't in their portraits, but calling their names, they moved into view.

"Isn't it still summer?" Percival asked, concern written all over their faces.

"Maledictio vae," you panted, hands on your knees. "Do you know how to remove it?"

You looked hopefully up at Charles, but saw everyone's faces darken.

"Why are you asking about this?" San Bakar asked, still suspicious of you.

"My friend, Anne was cursed with it by Victor Rookwood. Please, if you know anything-"

"That magic is dangerous and wildly unstable," Charles mentioned.

Well, obviously you considered that being it was a "curse", but you weren't going to point that out and push your luck.

"Please? I don't want to watch her die and I don't want to turn to dangerous magic like Isadora. Please help me."

You watched as they did their best to glance at each other.

"The curse of woe was born from a witch with powerful magic, hurt by one she took as a lover. She created it so he would feel her pain. It went wrong and he died from experiencing the pain from anyone in the area," Percival answered, making the pit in your stomach grow. "Only powerful magic can remove it and contain it."

"Like Isadora's emotional psycho ball of pain?"

"The very same," Niamh admitted. "Though it wasn't born of ancient magic, so doing this could be potentially lethal to you, especially if that powerful magic attaches itself to you."

"But Isadora stole every emotion from the people she used this magic on, how do I avoid that?"

"Which is why we shouldn't be entertaining this idea," San remarked, drawing your gaze. "She's walking the same dangerous path."

"She's not removing her pain, just access to everyone else's, which is the source of the curse," Percival replied, getting Charles and Niamh to nod. "If you recall, we have pulled a few from people too. We were quite a bit older and more advanced however."

You felt pressure weigh on your shoulders making it harder to breathe.

"It's too close to-"

Percival sighed softly. "We can't stop her from trying and there is a distinct difference between taking someone's pain and pulling a curse from a body."

You looked at San. "I do understand why you don't like me asking about this and I wouldn't have if my friend wasn't dying from it. I understand that people's pain makes them who they are, even if sometimes they shouldn't go through it, but she's not just living with her own now."

San fell silent as Charles gave a soft chuckle. "She has a compassionate heart and knows the boundaries well. There is no reason to stop her from trying."

Niamh smiled when San nodded. "It's best to do that here where you can store it with the repository."

"This will not be an easy task," San mentioned strongly. "Even in our time, it wouldn't remove itself willingly and almost always went wrong, resulting in the death of the one attempting it."

"What about risk to Anne?"

He blinked as if he wasn't expecting you to ask.

"The curse will try to hold on, she will need to be willing to let it go," Niamh answered gently.

The door opened loudly, making you whirl around seeing Fig rushing over. "Professor Black's on the look out for you, we have to go."

Nodding you moved over to the passage to San Bakar's tower and opened it, slipping through with Professor Fig.

"Did you get the answers you needed?"

"Yes and it's not good."

As you recounted everything you learned since parting with the Sallow twins, they stared at you, not even bothering to read the diary. Though at the mention of Anne's curse, Sebastian looked hopeful.

"So, I'm feeling the bad emotions of those around me?" She asked cutting over you before you could bring up the probability San told you about.

"And it projects into physical pain?" Sebastian glanced around the room at everyone.

"Any pain in the vicinity, emotional or physical," you clarified.

"Did they say you can remove them? Like Isadora did?"

You had to keep yourself from flinching. "Let's not forget she stole all emotions from them, not just pain," you said pacing.

"Can you?" He asked again, leaning forward in his chair.

"Charles said it's old powerful magic." You began to wring your hands, trying to put the words together the best you can. "And only another powerful magic can remove it."

"You have that ancient magic thing. We saw you contain it before it tore the school down," he said climbing to his feet to moved closer.

"You seem to be forgetting that magic like this always comes at a cost Sebastian." Ominis mentioned, drawing everyone's attention. "Two powerful magics fighting, I can't imagine it's going to be simple or easy."

Of course Ominis would see more than what you put forward. A consequence of hiding the truth from him for too long.

"No, it's not," you admitted, your stomach turning as you grew too close to the truth, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell them seeing hope in the Sallow twins eyes. "We have to do this in the caverns under Hogwarts so I can store the curse in with Isadora's stolen emotions."

Ominis twitched his brow as his eyes stared your way. Even if he couldn't see you, it felt like he could see through you.

"Sneaking into places is something of a pass time of mine," Sebastian teased before he turned to face Anne. "We can cure you. I was right!"

She laughed as her brother hugged her, the smiles on their faces were happy and carefree.

The image was enough to tell you that you did the right thing. Anne never would have agreed if she knew the truth.

"Well, I'm going to get some food. I haven't eaten in a while and running made me hungry."

You moved to leave, being carefully calculative about how fast or slow you walked so as to not let Ominis catch on more than he had.

"Hey," Sebastian called, getting you to look over your shoulder at him. "Thank you."

Smiling, you nodded as you left.

Instead of going to get food, you sat in one of the windows overlooking the adults busying themselves with their daily work.

"I thought you were going to get food," Ominis said coming over, frowning when he made you jump. "You know they only believed your lie because they're desperate. What is the true cost? If you don't tell me, I will tell them my worries."

It was too good to be true thinking he wouldn't catch on despite your efforts.

You sighed, your eyes never leaving the window. "Do I win your silence if I tell you?"

"Possibly," he replied and noticed after a moment that he wasn't getting an answer without it. "Fine, yes. I won't say a word."

You couldn't look his way as you fought the growing pit in your stomach.

"It could be potentially fatal," you whispered, the words making it feel real. "For me."

He half sat, half fell into the seat beside you. "You have to tell them. You can't exchange your lives-"

You caught his arm as he moved to get up. "You couldn't see it, but they were happy. For the first time since I've met them, they were hopeful. I'm not about to destroy that. Besides, it COULD be lethal. It's not a guarantee, like it would be if I didn't do anything."

He sat back beside you, a mixture of emotions fighting for a spot on his face.

"I don't like this," he replied after a moment. "But, I know I can't change your mine. Though, just so we're clear, I'll never forgive you if you die."

You moved to rest against him, feeling him set his head against yours as he enveloped you in his arms.

"I can't imagine those keepers were happy about you asking about this."

"No, but this is similar to breaking a curse that people do normally."

His frown deepened. "If it was, you wouldn't need to do it. The Ministry has plenty of curse breakers." He tightened his hold as he sighed heavily.

"Do you think I'm following Isadora's path?"

"No, I can see how it parallels, but a curse isn't the same as stealing emotions. But, you can't blame me for worrying."

He pressed his head further into yours, before his eyes closed as he tried to keep his fear locked tightly behind his lips.

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Chapter list can be found on the master post, you can find here, if you're interest or missed a few chapters.

Thank you for reading and I apologize for the technical issues.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #ominis x oc #ominis x reader #ominis x you #eleazar fig #professor fig #professor sharp #aesop sharp #anne sallow #matilda weasley #professor weasley #the keepers

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🐆 I will write the name as we know it- how its written in Hebrew- how it pronounced (only if it is any different)- the meaning. Hope you like it and it makes it more fun to understand for you! Lucifer- לוציפר- technically came from the Christian interpretation of a quote from the bible that said something about the falling morning star. It was probably said as a proverb at the time, but got translated to an actual person lol and here we are. The falling morning star was written הילל בן שחר- Hilel Ben Shahar, I can go for hours on the different meanings it can be.

Mammon- ממון- pretty old word, not being as used, means some kind of wealth. If it's an actual used word, usually only in very official documents to describe monetary value or extreme wealth.

Leviathan- לוויתן- it is written the same in terms of pronunciation, but sounds different. You can copy how I wrote it in Hebrew and listen in google translate. Everyday word, literally means whale.

Satan- שטן- written the same, pronounced slightly differently. Means the devil. Demons by the way are called שדים- shedim, but if you say only demon- שד in a slightly different emphasis on a letter and its a boob. Just a fun fact

Asmodeus- אשמדאי- Ashmedai He doesn't really come from the Jewish bible but as far as I remember was described in different writings and then later added to the inscription. Supposed to be at some point the kind of demons, and was controlled for a period by king Solomon. There's no specific meaning in the name in Hebrew.

Beelzebub- בעל זבוב- Baal Zvuv Literally means owner of flies, or controller of flies in some cases, he was described in some parts in the bible, usually to mock the god of Pegan religion nearby, or to describe priests who came to shoo away the flies from an upcoming sacrifice? Baal is also often refers to a husband, btw.

Belphegor- בעל פעור- Baal Paur Now this is an interesting one, since if pronounced as it is written in English, Phegor can mean carcass which is a bit more related to Beel's name. But in the bible Baal Paur was described to be one of the Pagan gods who had a disgusting job I refuse to describe. Simeon- שמעון- Shimon a commonly used name, less nowadays though. In my opinion, in Hebrew it's one of the least sexiest name since it's very throaty. But that's my taste. The meaning is from the word "Shama שמע" which means heard, heard by god in the way they referred it to. Shimon was one of the kids of a famous figure in the bible.

Solomon- שלמה- Shlomo Everyone probably know the name of king Solom the wise. Very common name for what now is the middle-aged generation, the rural you go in Israel the more common the name is lol. My opinion of it is the same as Shimon.

Raphael and Michael are both known too, and pronounced pretty much the same, though Michael is more like Mikhael, מיכאל, his name means high praise to the god. Raphael sounds the same, written רפאל, Rafael, Rafa usually means healing. For all the angels that have "EL" in the end- El means god. So it's healing from god, protection from god and so on. Luke is from the Christian version, so I leave it be. Barbatos, Mephisto, Diavolo, don't really have relation from what I can remember to the Jewish bible or Hebrew nor do they have a translation into any specific words. The more I think about the more it makes me appreciate how well they have written the story, only the angels and the fallen ones have names that has a meaning in Hebrew while the demons retain their original form... Or maybe I am reading too much to it... Anyway I had fun thinking about all of this and writing this, and hope you enjoy it too. I presume the water has already been consumed. yes? :)

Woahhhh so much I didn't know about this stuff!

Lucifer our fallen morning star... there's something so poetic about that, even if it is a mistranslation and it was never meant to be an actual being.

Also Belphegor I mean Belphie can be like a carcass when he's dead asleep, right?? LOL.

I wonder why they chose the name Simeon? Heard by god, but is he? I'm always hesitant to think they've got any deeper meanings to these things just because this game is not exactly known for that kind of thing. But I can't help but wonder about it.

Huh that's super interesting that the demons that have always been demons don't have the same origin as the angels or fallen angels. I mean, maybe they didn't do that on purpose, but it's cool either way! I've always loved that Diavolo is just devil in Italian! I can't remember about Mephisto aside from Faust, like I don't know if he's in something else Bible adjacent or not. Barbatos is in the Ars Goetia but that's all I know about that lol. I know very little about these things in general.

Thank you so much for writing this and sharing it with me! I'm always interested in this kind of stuff!

And um yes water, right. I am gonna go do that... right... nooooow lol.

#I swear I'm gonna get better at the water thing #anyway I love languages and translations and word origins #absolutely fascinating #also yes I listened to Leviathan in Google #very different from how I say it in English lol #obey me #obey me nightbringer #🐆 anon #misc answers

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M - Magic

Let's stay alone together

Genre: fluff, a little of angst

Characters: GN!MC x Solomon

Universe: Obey me

Warnings: none

A/N: Keyword for this post is “Magic”. Thanks for requesting, cutie. @mel0805 I wanted to make this as fluffy as possible.

Summary: Solomon asks MC to go to Purgatory Hall to show them something.

You've had a bad day, and to make matters worse, Lucifer gave you a three-hour-long lecture about how you shouldn't forget your schoolbooks at home. You wearily watch your DDD as the device lights up, showing a notification; a message from Solomon.

You unlock your DDD and read his message. He wants you to join him in Purgatory Hall to see him. You reply that you are getting ready to join him and head to Purgatory Hall.

Once you arrive you knock on the door and there is Solomon there to greet you. You smile wearily at him and he looks at you, inviting you in.

"Bad day, huh?" You nod and the sorcerer then motions you to follow him, heading for his room.

He invites you to sit down and takes a book from his desk, handing it to you. As soon as you open it, a pair of white ears pop out of the book and you almost drop the book to the floor in surprise. Soon after, a bunny rabbit pops out, jumps out of the book and begins to walk around the room.

You watch him and then cast a glance toward Solomon, who is trying not to laugh at your expression.

"Cute, isn't it? I found this book among some of my old tomes and journals and thought I'd show it to you."

"What's a rabbit doing inside a book? "You might have expected the cliché rabbit-in-a-top-hat, but in a book....

"Oh, it's simple. This book contains representations of different animals, and when you open it, an animal jumps out of the book. I don't recommend opening the pages where vicious animals are depicted, however."

You raise an eyebrow, suddenly closing the book and placing it on your lap. "And you're telling me this now? What if a wolf popped out?"

You hear the sorcerer laugh in delight as he shakes his head and shows you another page of the book. This time a duckling is represented, popping up a few seconds later, joining the bunny on the floor.

"Don't worry, it's just a children's book. There are only bunnies, ducklings and other harmless animals."

You look at him, stymied, and pinch his arm, causing him to whisper an 'Ouch' between laughs. "I deserved it."

You turn the pages of the book, and as soon as you find a drawing of a kitten you stop, waiting for it to come out. Strangely, nothing comes out, and you stay looking at that drawing. "Solomon, the book is broken. It doesn't work-... pfttt."

As soon as you turn to look at it, Solomon has a kitten on his head who is trying to climb up to keep from falling off. "Oh, this is Fluffy. He came out of the book half an hour ago when I found him. Don't get attached, though. The magic lasts an hour and then they have to go back inside the book."

A disapproving cry comes out of your mouth as you reach out your hands toward Solomon, pointing to the kitten. He hands it to you, and you begin to pet it.

The sorcerer sits beside you, taking the bunny and the duckling in his arms, casting you a look. "How come you had that long face before?"

You sigh, staring at the floor. Meanwhile, the kitten meows in your arms. "Nothing much. Today is a bad day, and on top of that Lucifer yelled at me for three hours for forgetting my schoolbooks at the House of Lamentation."

He listens to you in silence, petting the bunny and the duckling, while you watch him. You look away only when he turns away from you so he doesn't know you were looking at him, blushing slightly.

Solomon seems not to have noticed. "I think I might give this book to Luke, what do you think?"

You nod, staying with your gaze fixed on the kitten, then you hear Solomon call your name, and as soon as you turn toward him, you find yourself face to face with the bunny.

You hear Solomon laughing and stay looking at him for a few moments, huffing. "Why do you always have to make fun of me?"

"I don't know, it's funny... you get all red and you're a sight for sore eyes."

You don't know whether he's serious or teasing you, so you turn to him and look at him strangely and he raises an eyebrow, curving his head. You are so used to his jokes and teasing that the fact that he might be sincere leaves you surprised.

"Did I say something wrong?"

You shake your head, lowering your gaze. Meanwhile, the kitten fades away and you watch the scene saddened. "...He's gone."

"We can always go in search of some kittens for Devil Doom, what do you say?"

"Hmm..." unconsciously you cry and Solomon watches you, reaching out to hug you.

"It's okay. It's just a bad day."

You return the hug, remaining silent, then wrinkle your nose. "Solomon, you smell like sulfur..."

You hear him laugh as he musses your hair. "I made a potion a few hours ago. I think that's it."

You remain embraced for a few moments while you cry silently, then pull away from his embrace and wipe away your tears. "Sorry, today is just to forget."

The sorcerer brings one hand under his chin and wipes a tear from your face with the other, watching you. "Fluffy too?"

You shake your head, holding the book in your hands. "No, it was nice to meet Fluffy, even if it was briefly."

"Oh, you know..." he murmurs as he points to the book "You can always open the book and let him out for a walk when you come here to visit."

"Solomon, what is it like to live forever?"

He stares into the void for a moment, growing gloomy, then returns calm and looks at you "Sad and lonely."

You reach out a hand toward him and squeeze his in silence, feeling how he returns the squeeze and intertwines his fingers with yours. You remain in silence for a while, then look toward the void. "Would you like to feel alone together?"

You hear him chuckle as you rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. You feel him move and reach toward you to leave a kiss on your lips. "Yes, I feel like being alone together with you."

You let a half smile escape and open one eye to look at him. This day is not entirely to be forgotten.

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Roses for You (11)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

Eleven Roses - Simeon

Word Count: +700

You are my treasured one

If Luke hadn’t known that Simeon was expecting your arrival that day, he probably would have questioned why the older angel had been humming all morning. Luckily, Simeon was able to spare himself the embarrassment of you finding out when he heard the soft knock on the door. You were a few minutes early. He stopped his cheerful hums, quickly dried his hands on the rag he was using, and hurried to the door.

“Come on in, MC. I’m delighted that you could make it today.”

“I’m always happy to spend time with you, angel.” You smiled and stepped inside. “But, you probably shouldn’t ask people to Devflix and chill with you.”

“Why not?” Simeon blinked. “I only asked you, after all.”

There was a seductive tinge to his voice that suggested perhaps he did know what that phrase implied. Simeon stretched his hand out to caress your cheek. When he pulled it away, you noticed purple marks all over the backs of his hands. Your eyes widened, and you almost shouted, “what in the world happened to you?”

Simeon looked at you, confused. “Why, nothing at all. What –”

“You’re all bruised!”

“I’m –” Simeon looked down at his hands and burst into a melodic laugh.

“Simeon! Why are you laughing?” The panic had set in.

Simeon gathered himself enough to take your hands and pull you into the kitchen. On the table were torn up bits of pomegranate skins, a bowl of deep red arils, and a slightly stained kitchen rag. You pursed your lips. Oh. Simeon giggled, which irked you slightly given how worried you had just been. You figured the smallest bit of revenge would be acceptable.

“I see, sooo,” you drew out the syllable, taking Simeon’s hand in yours. You brought it to your lips and slowly licked one of the purple stains along his knuckles. Simeon shivered, his face warming, as the pomegranate juice dissipated under your tongue. With one of the stains gone and Simeon appropriately flustered, you let his hand go and smiled approvingly. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“More or less after that,” Simeon mumbled.

“It’s finally pomegranate season, then? I was surprised when I found out that they grew here without the usual Devildom spin – no black seeds or poisonous juice. I love pomegranates, but they’re such a pain to peel that I haven’t eaten any since I came here.”

“I know,” Simeon confessed with a soft smile. “I overheard you telling Solomon as much the other day. That’s why I was peeling them for you.”

“For me?”

“I would go through the trouble and stain my hands every day if you wished it.” He said it so casually and certain – as if a daily mess and effort was nothing against his commitment to you. You were stunned, almost speechless. Almost.

“Angel.” It was the only word that found you.

In the overflowing mess of affection, you finally noticed that his white angel’s robes were not hanging off his shoulders as usual. He must have taken them off before he started. Thank goodness he couldn’t stain those for you.

“Oh!” Simeon gasped and held up both of his hands, signaling for you to stay right there. “I almost forgot.”

Simeon rushed out of the kitchen, leaving you to simmer from the heat in your cheeks. This man was going to give you arrhythmia. When he returned, he was holding a vase of deep burgundy roses. He set the roses on the table next to the dish of pomegranate seeds.

“I got these for you, too.” Simeon smiled and watched your face for a sign of understanding. You counted each bundle of petals, whose color looked as if it had been dyed by the very pomegranate that stained Simeon’s hands. There were eleven – an unusual choice telling you that you were his treasured one. His love was passionate and loyal, and perhaps you were unaware of how beautiful you were to him – how deeply he adored you. You had stained him from the inside with your love. You left him a bigger mess than you could have known. Yet, the small flash of recognition in your eyes was enough.

“My angel,” you whispered before you put your hands on Simeon’s face and kissed him. The kiss was intended to be short and sweet, but your affection bubbled over and spilled into a tender collision of lips and tongue. When you parted, gentle panting filled your ears. You gave Simeon a quick peck, and said, “I love you.”

You repeated the words in a breathy whisper. It was a hymn to Simeon’s ears. He only interrupted it to prompt you to eat the pomegranate he had prepared. To follow him to his room after he had cleaned up. To stay.

#simeon #gn!mc #obey me series #obey me simeon #obey me #simeon x reader #simeon x mc #would love to stain this man euphemistically #sneaks in a little corruption kink as a treat (for me but also for you all)

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otakusheep15 · 2 years

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Hey! I’m a huge fan of your work!….I’m feeling depressed and suicidal today. So I’m wondering if you can make a suicidal GN! MC planning to commit suicide and the Demon bros, Diavolo,Barbatos , Simeon and Solomon saving them. It’s okay if you don’t want to, Just take your time. Thank you and take care :)

I'm not sure how long ago you sent this in, but I hope you're feeling at least a bit better. I also often feel like that, so I completely understand.

Heavy warning for depression/ thoughts and attempts of suicide (specifically via hanging) just in case anyone wants to skip this one. Also putting a keep reading up just in case it upsets anyone.

MC Attempts Suicide

Set up: You were done. You couldn't deal anymore. Your life already sucked in the Human World, and now you were expected to be some exchange student in literal Hell? It was absolute bull.

Your life was constantly threatened by both strangers and your supposed protectors, and danger lurked around every corner. The brothers dragged you around all over the place and you had no choice but to go.

At this point, you wanted nothing more than to just curl up and die. However, you had slightly different plans. You have no clue how, but you were able to purchase some rope without Lucifer questioning the purchase.

On a day when you were sure no one would interupt you, you put your plan into action. You stood on a chair as you tied the rope around a beam on your ceiling and then around your neck. Just as you're about to jump off the chair, someone walks in and prevents you from doing so.

Lucifer:

Lucifer forgot some papers in his office, so he came back to grab them. When he passed by your room, he heard the shuffling of your feet and then the sound of rope scratching some kind of surface. He'd noticed you seemed off lately, so he decided to check on you and see how you were doing.

As soon as he sees you standing on the chair with that rope around you neck, he drops everything and rushed towards you, catching you just before you jump. You're confused as to why Lucifer is here and, worse, why he prevented you from committing.

He was one of the main reasons you decided to do this, after all. With all of the times he tried to kill you and the constant threats, it seemed like he wouldn't care if you just offed yourself.

But here he is, with his arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you in place. He says nothing, obviously wanting you to speak first. You try, but all that comes out is a muffled sob. The breakdown comes quick, but it's impossible to stop.

Lucifer helps you gently remove the rope from your neck and lifts you up from the chair. In a rare moment of weakness, he hugs you tighter than he's hugged anyone in years, and that just makes you sob harder. He guides you to your bed and sits you down, finally giving you some space and sitting beside you.

After letting you calm down, he gently tries to probe you for the reason why you tried what you did. If you decide to tell him, he'll listen intently immediately adjust anything that upset you previously, including his anger issues. If you don't tell him, he'll try and focus your attention on something else instead, offering a hot drink and some snacks.

Either way, he'll drop the cold exterior around you, and he'll always lend you an ear if you need it. Lucifer also gets his brothers to lay off you for a while to give you time to calm down. Your life in the Devildom gets a bit more peaceful after the incident, and you're actually kind of happy that Lucifer stopped you that day.

Mammon:

Mammon had just gotten home from a huge winning streak at the casino. He was so excited to tell his human all about his awesomeness. As per usual, he barges in your room without knocking, and his huge smile immediately leaves his face when he sees you. His speed really comes in handy here as he catches you just before you jump.

It was confusing for you at first. With the way he treated you sometimes, it almost made you feel like he wanted you to die. After all, he’s constantly making fun of you, calling you names, and treating you as if you’re beneath him. So seeing hm here, trying so desperately to hold back tears as he takes the rope from around your neck, really changes you views of him.

When you tell him your thoughts, he’s so genuinely heartbroken. He can’t believe he made you feel like that. And here he thought he was making progress with letting his walls down. The two of you stand there for a minute in each other’s arms, no longer speaking. The sound of muffled sobs is the only noise heard throughout the room.

Eventually, Mammon is able to calm down enough to carry you to your bed and place you down. Gently, as if you might break at the slightest touch, he lays down next to you. He holds you close and refuses to let go. He already lost you once, he’s not about to let it happen again. That’s a promise.

Leviathan:

Did you honestly think Leviathan would leave the house? Maybe you thought he was gone, but he was actually still in his room gaming. Then he gets a notification that an anime he’s been wanting to show you is about to come on, and he excitedly texts you. When you don’t respond after his tenth text, he starts to get worried. He knows you’re home, so why aren’t you coming to him?

Pausing his game, he gets up and sets out to find you. Levi gently knocks on your door, assuming you might be asleep, and opens it carefully. You’re standing there, frozen like a deer in headlights. It takes Levi a while to process just what he’s seeing, and he almost doesn’t believe it.

But it’s true, and he wastes no more time in getting the rope off of your neck and placing you safely on the floor. He stands there in shock for a bit, his hands not leaving their place on your shoulders. For some reason, you feel the need to console him despite how it should be the other way around.

You wrap him up in a hug, and that’s when he shatters. Levi lifts you up and carries you to his room, his touch aversion be damned. When he gets to his room, he sits on his chair with you in his lap and his face buried in your shoulder. For the rest of the day and well into the next, you sit with him and binge watch every comfort anime he can find until you both feel better.

Satan:

You still hadn’t returned Satan’s book you borrowed, and he was starting to get annoyed. He wasn’t mad; he could never get mad at you. But he still wanted his book back, and it’s been bugging him all day. Even when at the library, he couldn’t help but want to go to you and get it back. So, that’s what he did. Satan left the library and headed back home to retain his book.

He knocks, like the gentleman he is, before walking in and pausing. The sight before him doesn’t seem real. It feels like something he’d only find in one of his horror books. You, standing on a chair, ready to hang yourself. He can’t help the anger that builds in him. It’s not anger towards you, no, it would never be. Instead, it was anger towards himself for not noticing sooner.

Without warning, he’s in his demon form and rushing at you, barely saving you before you jumped. He’s not wasting any time and is almost immediately high-tailing it to his room. Satan unceremoniously drops you on his bed and walks to the other side of his room. You can see him trying to cool off before he approaches you lest he accidentally do something.

Once he’s cooled off enough, he walks up to his bed and sits down next to you, leaving enough room just in case you want some space. If you stay where you are, he respects that and stays where he is, offering to read to you or bring you a snack. If you decide to move closer, he’ll (with consent) grab you and hold you close, offering the same as before. That night, he makes you one of your favorite meals and you eat together in his room.

Asmodeus:

Asmo was so excited to show off this new outfit he purchased from Majolish, and who better to show it to than you? So he gets home as fast as possible, only to lose any sense of happiness when he sees the events taking place. He’s never moved faster in his life, no longer worried about ruining his outfit in favor of saving you.

The second he unties the rope from your neck, he’s a mess. Asmo latches onto you, sobbing into your shoulder. He demands to know why you’d do such a thing, and if he had anything to do with it. No matter your answer, he’ll start crying harder, and he’ll move you to your bed to sit down.

Once he’s finished crying and successfully ruined his makeup, he’ll rant to you about how scared that made him feel and how he wouldn’t know what to do if he lost you again. He’s not trying to be selfish, he was just so afraid to lose the one person who sees him for who he truly is.

His rant takes up a good hour or so, and by that point he’s too worn down to even finish it. In fact, he’s basically just collapsed on you by now, content to just stay here. He refuses to let you go, claiming that he doesn’t know what you might do if he does. So, you essentially just have to bunker down with him for the night and hope you don’t have to use the bathroom. Not that you mind.

Beelzebub:

Sweet thing just wanted you to try the batch of cupcakes he baked for you. He was so excited about it since he knew they were your favorite. But when he walks in and surveys the scene, he wastes no time. His mind doesn't even fully comprehend what he’s doing until he’s holding you safely in his arms with the rope and chair thrown haphazardly on the ground.

Flashbacks to his sister and your previous death plague his mind, but he pushes them aside for now. Right now is about making sure you’re okay. Beel guides you to the kitchen where you finally see the cupcakes he’d made for you. He sits you down on the counter and offers you a cupcake.

If you accept it, he watches as you eat and asks if you like them and if you’d like another. If not, he pushes them to the side in case you change your mind. Either way, he stands next to you and leans on the counter, waiting for you to make the first move.

Whether you want to rant or just need a hug, he’ll be there to comfort you. He’ll give you whatever you need in that moment. He had promised to protect you like the rest of his family, and that was a promise he intended to keep.

Belphegor:

He really just wanted a place to nap. And what better place than his human’s room? Belphie has never once knocked, and that habit continues as he opens your door with no warning. He’s not at all prepared for the sight in front of him. Like his twin, he barely even processes what’s going on until he has you safely on the ground.

Doesn’t say a word to you, too afraid he might break down if he does. But he can’t do that right now. Not when you look so afraid and vulnerable. So, instead, he leads you to your bed and gently places you down before hesitantly sitting next to you.

Belphie wants nothing more than to hug you close and tell you everything is going to be okay, but he can’t bring himself to. What if you get triggered by the time he killed you? Was that why you were doing this? Did you hate him? These thoughts flooded his brain as he sat there, waiting for your next move.

If you choose to move closer to him, he won’t hesitate to pull you in close for some much needed cuddles. However, if you choose to keep your distance, he’ll respect that. Even so, he refuses to leave your room out of fear that you might try hurting yourself again.

He’s already killed you once. Belphie refuses to let you die by your own hand as well. He simply won’t allow it.

Yeah, that was a really long one. I’m gonna split this up into a two parter to make things a bit easier. Expect that to come out sometime this week.

Sorry if this isn’t what you were looking for, but I tried my best to make it as general as possible so that anyone could relate to it. Thanks for reading, and I hope anyone that feels like this knows that I, and many others, are here if you need to talk at all.

Also, just in case, here’s the number to the National Suicide Prevention Hotline if anyone needs it: 800-273-8255.

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apparentlyaswarmofbees · 3 years

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EVEN MORE Small Things to Imagine With The Brothers and Undatables

Because I got in a good mood after listening to 'My Narrow Road' from Ito Kashitaro. I recomend! it’s good!

Lucifer

The way he squints challengely at you when you spot a single paper plane on the corner of his office that looks suspisciously like a document.

The ultimate betrayal as he nudges the back of your knees with his own consequently making you almost lose balance.

The concentrated furrow of his brows upon his closed eyes as he tests the sounds of an old violin, big eyelashes slowly fluttering open as he gives a satisfied smile.

Present him a plushie and enjoy the sight as he takes a final look at his documents and any lost messages before going to bed, all the while keeping said plushie confortably sitting on his leg, his fingers absentmindely rubbing the soft texture every once in a while

Mammon

The casualness as you fix each other's clothes and accessories, your hands unwrinkling his collar, his fiddling with your own. Expect to have any long sleeves you wear suddenly be folded up whenever you guys sit near each other.

The teasing peek of skin from his belly and hips as his shirt rolls up just enough when he stretches his arms up with a very long, and slightly exagerated, yawn.

Having him laying on his arms on your middle, the adorable scrunch of his face, rubbing it on his arms as he tries to wipe off the growing smile on his lips when you give his nose an affectionate and gentle pinch.

Peeking from behind a tree and having him chase you around in circles until either of you decide to just to grab onto the other forcefully.

Leviathan

Tying his bangs in a cute little ponytail on the top of his head and watching as he refuses to undo it with pride for the entire day if the tie used was Ruri-Chan themed.

Making voices with him in front of a fan on a hot day, and watching as he starts to make more and more different voices and references the more confortable he gets.

Watching as Henry follows his owner's movements as he wanders back and forth in front of the big aquarium in a rant.

Hugging him close and playing with his hair as he burries his entire face on your shoulder and squeezing you closer with his arms each passing minute until he finally relaxes.

Satan

Challenging each other to read the most ridiculous crack fics in the most dramatic poet voice manageable and watching as he struggles to keep his composure.

The ridiculously serious and concentrated frown on his face as he tries to make a perfect ketchup cat on the top of an omelette and the ridiculously cute proud smirk on his lips as his eyes shine brightly at his successfull creation.

Talking to him about a show he has already watched and the undoubtedly excited fidgeding of his body as he struggles both to not spoil you of anything and to not give you omnious comments about what you should expect next.

Alternativelly, his coninuous gaze as he tries to read into every single detail on your facial expressions in a curious attempt to see if it gives out what he should expect to happen next on a show you have watched and recomended to him.

Asmodeus

The sight of him humming along to a tune with an absentminded smile as he paints his toe nails. There are clips in his hair to keep his bangs away from his eyes, toe separators on his feet and definetelly a few stains on his hands.

The way he looks in your direction with a wrigling brow as he flips his scarf dramatically over his shoulder in front of a store's one sided mirror.

Sharing a candied apple and watching as he smiles, small pieces of candy still stuck on and off his lips, giddy at both the idea of sharing it with you and the sweet taste of the lovely treat.

The happy twirl he gives as he shows off to you the new outfit he bought, clapping excitedly after having you do the same to him, possibly with the help of his own hand, spinning you smoothly almost like in a dance.

Beelzebub

Kissing the very tip of his nose and watching as the corners of his mouth squishes his reddening cheeks as he smiles so hard to the point he may not even be able to keep his eyes open anymore.

The almost bratty but adorable pout he gives when you deny him a sample of the still in process of making food before he proceeds to basically glue himself to your back, his head resting on your shoulders or head, expectant eyes watching as you move.

The sight of his hunk figure crouching down in front of a flower bed, his careful fingers giving the flowers a series soft and gentle nudges and touches, his face devoid of expression as he pays attention to every single detail. He nods, his face now carrying a satisfied smile. They were healthy.

Having him gladly and happily bend his head down to your height as you reach your hands into his hair, giving him a well deserved head pat.

Belphegor

Hanging up a blanket on top of a very throughly organized nest of pillows and stuffed animals in the dark, snuggling to him shoulder to shoulder, a flashlight in one hand, Grimm Fairy Tales on the other.

Watching as he succumbs himself to the rule of kittens as he lays down on the floor, giving a free pass for the small felines to climb and snuggle into his face, neck and body all they wanted.

Whispering ridiculous things right into each other's ears in an attempt to make the other laugh out loud in the worst places and situations.

Curling with him under a big blanket on a cold day, each with their own mug of hot chocolate. The adorable sight of a very obvious cream moustache that has made it's place on the sleepy demon's face.

Solomon

Taking Use of the closeness of your boddies while cuddling as an opportunity to tickle the hell out of him and watching as he struggles to decide if he should focus on getting out of your betraying hold or if he should keep on blocking your wriggling hands that keep reaching for his most sensitive spots.

Going on a small trip to the human world and somehow ending the day laughing your hearts out as you ride a two seats bike, that came equipped with two very nostalgic bells, together.

Sitting together with your backs touching, the immortal sorcerer closing his eyes, you being able to feel his every breath as he inhales and exhales, his body relaxing and melting into your presence alone.

Taking part of his shenanigans in the kitchen, feeding each other surprisingly edible samples, a happy smile never once leaving his face.

Simeon

Having your feet on top of his or his on top of yours as you both give in an attempt at slow dancing, his chuckles reverberating between your touching bodies, the vibrations leaving behind a small and giddy tingle on your skin.

Having him sit on the floor in front of you, your fingers combing through his dark hair and his body becoming more and more slouched as you attempt to style the silky strands into a braid.

Hands linked in the air for balance as each of you walk alongside an abandoned rail trail together, both of you aware, almost sheepishly, of how cheesy said action in fact was.

Sitting side by side on top of a tree branch, his fingers softly holding onto yours as both of you gaze into the distance, a gentle breeze swaying your clothes as the two of you enjoy a moment of confortable silence.

Diavolo

Teaching him various types dances and styles, his beautiful laugh echoing through the walls as he both succeeds and fumbles in his gestures, bright eyes attently paying attention and mimicking your every movement.

Going to the carnival together, watching as the prince of hell almost bounces on his feet from attraction to attraction, all the while while wearing a cute animal eared headband he completelly refused to take off until he stepped inside his own castle.

Introducing him to the human world "magicians", his face morphing through a chain of expressions as he watches in wonderous amazement tricks ranging from simple card tricks to making things desappear, reapear and multiply.

Kissing each other all over the face, little smoochy noises getting mixed with a fit of giggles as both of you were set on not leaving a single patch of skin unkissed, even thought the two of you were now smiling too hard to even do it properly.

Barbatos

Introducing him to fruit carving and watching as it slowly becomes like a new hobby for him. The buttler's posture and face turning into something almost fondly relaxed as he skillfully turns various types of fruits into beautiful shapes of objects, animals and flowers.

Giving each other an almost smirk like smile as you Link your arms together, the two of you bringing your respective glasses to your lips before drinking from the liquid at the same time.

Convincing him to try out scented candles, watching as he judges each option throughly, his expressions going through slight, almost unseen changes as he closes his eyes momentarily so he focuses solely on his senses of smell.

Gloved protective hands craddling your head onto his shoulder and firmly holding onto your back, the flicker of an almost sorrowfull expression threatening to break through his usual deadpan demanor gone unseen as he, strangely, hopes for his presence to be of enough confort.

#my heart was beating so fast all throughout the entire process of writting this #obey me!#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

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h0nkch0c0late · 3 years

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Mad Thomas

Fear street 1666 Mad Thomas x Reader

Summary: Mad Thomas, Aka the town drunk. Y/n Miller, Aka Hannah Miller's sister and the Pastor's daughter. What happens when she gets stopped by Thomas on her way to the forest for the fruits of the land thing?

Warnings: smut I guess? Well kind of smut??? It's not really smut???

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"Y/n!" Her mother called to her from the kitchen, slight evidence of annoyance in her voice, causing Y/n to sigh and walk away from her chores in her room.

"Yes, mother? What is it?" She asked somewhat quietly as she approached her mother.

"Can you see why your sister is taking so long with her chore outside?" Her mother clearly looked upset.

Y/n nodded, walking to the door and opening it, seeing Hannah talking to Sarah Fier.

Y/n smiled at Sarah, having no problem with her she didn't see why not, Sarah smiling back at her as Hannah looked to her sister.

"What is it?" Hannah asked timidly.

"Mother wanted to know what has been taking you so long out here-"

Y/n was interrupted by their mother, "and that she has to come back inside!"

Y/n rolled her eyes, "and that you have to come back inside. Don't worry, I won't tell her that you've been talking to Sarah." She said in almost a whisper, careful to not let their mother hear.

Sarah sighed, "I'll see you tonight, Hannah."

Hannah nodded to her, "of course." She then walked past Y/n into the house, their mother starting to say harsh things to her as Y/n started to close the door behind her.

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Miller's direction turned towards her other daughter.

Y/n turned her head towards her, "going to check on father, is all." She lied.

Mrs. Miller huffed as a response, letting Y/n go.

Y/n smiled at her mother before closing the door behind her, looking towards Sarah.

"The full moon rises before nightfall." She said with a smile.

"A good night to enjoy the fruits of the land. You're going too?" Sarah raised a brow in surprise.

Y/n chuckled, "why of course. I may be the Pastor's responsible daughter, but that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun once in a while right? And Hannah needs it since our mother has been especially hard on her lately." She sighed as she started walking with Sarah.

Sarah nodded in understanding, "it's because of me, isn't it?"

"Most likely. I wouldn't be too worried though. Just as long as you don't do anything bad, I'm sure you both will be fine." Y/n explained, examining the people around her, waving to Abigail as she dragged Constance off with her.

Y/n looked down to see a bag in Sarah's hand, and that they were headed in the direction of Solomone Goode's home. "What have you got in that bag of yours?" She asked.

"One of the piglets that had gotten stuck. I wanted to give it to Solomone as a gift." Sarah responded, and just as she said that, a small oink came from inside of the bag.

Y/n chuckled, "Ah, alright well I'll leave you to it. I might as well actually check on my father while I'm outside."

"I'll leave you to it, then." But just as Sarah was about to leave, the door to the outhouse burst open, a drunken Thomas stumbled out of it.

Both girls groaned in annoyance at the boy as he stumbled towards them.

"I can see A secret about you, girl." Thomas said as he walked straight towards Sarah.

"And a good day to you too, Thomas." Sarah replied calmly, though slightly annoyed by his presence, trying to step forward away from him but he stopped her.

"Don't you want to hear it?" Thomas questioned.

"Thomas, leave her alone she doesn't want to deal with you right now." Y/n said, grabbing his arm.

Sarah nodded, "please just leave me alone."

But Thomas didn't listen, he just shook Y/n's hand off, contuing to bother Sarah. "I can see everything. I can see all the dark secrets in Union."

Sarah scoffs, "you must be busy." She then pushed Thomas away and started to walk, Y/n gasping as Thomas persisted, grabbing onto Sarah again.

"I see darkness in you, girl!" He said as Sarah struggled in his grip.

Y/n grabbed him, forcing him off of Sarah and pushing him. "Be still, Thomas!" Y/n warned as Sarah glared at the man. Thomas just laughed.

"Sarah, it's best if you go now." Y/n sighed, eyeing Thomas to make sure he doesn't go after Sarah again.

Sarah nodded, then turned around and continued her walk to Solomone's home.

"Beware, Sarah Fier!" Thomas laughed again.

Y/n scoffed, "Thomas, would you please stop being so crude to Sarah? She's done nothing wrong."

Though it seemed that Thomas wasn't exactly listening to her words, only looking at her and grabbing her wrist, leaning in closer to her.

"And you, you hold many secrets." He told, holding her wrist tightly but not too tightly, which is strange for him.

Y/n's cheeks started to turn pink, her face feeling warm as she stuttered, "i-i have no idea what you are talking about. You are completely mad, Thomas."

Thomas smirked, letting go of her wrist, "you hide behind a facade, girl. But I know who you really are." His eyes practically pierced through her own.

Y/n's heart was beating erratically at how close he was, and the lowness of his voice...she knew he was just drunk and had no understanding of his words, but she almost felt like he did in fact know.

But it was something even she didn't want to admit. She didn't want to admit that Y/n Miller, the Pastor's daughter, was in love with the town's famous drunk, Mad Thomas. But she couldn't help it. There was just something about him that made her so strangely attracted to him, but she could never put a finger on it.

He laughed once more, walking away (more like stumbling away).

Y/n sighed, taking a moment to calm her flushed cheeks before spotting her father and heading her way towards him.

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Y/n took a deep breath as she took small, quiet steps down the stairs in her house quiet as to not wake up her parents, and saw her sister at the door.

They nodded at each other, linking arms and walking towards the forest.

Lizzie and Sarah appeared, stealing Hannah away to collect the berries as Y/n chuckled to herself, continuing on her way to the party.

As she entered the woods, she heard ruffling noises behind the trees. Of course she thought nothing of it, the thought of one of the party-goers or an animal only crossing her mind.

But as she walked further, she was suddenly pulled behind a tree, she shrieked, a hand quickly covering her mouth as she was pushed up against it.

She recognized it immediately, looking up to see the face of Thomas. Though she had calmed down a bit, she was still a little freaked out about the sudden actions of him. "T-Thomas what are you doing?"

Thomas had a smirk on his face as he looked at her, "you're mother and father wouldn't like if they found out you were out here at night. I expected this from your sister, but from you? I would have never guessed."

"What I do is none of your business, Thomas. And my parents do not control me." Y/n stood her ground, but Thomas was so close she could feel his warm breath on her face. She was trying her best not to show her blush.

Thomas chuckled darkly, "now now, there's no need to lie. I know you care about what your parents think."

Y/n's eyes narrowed, "you know nothing." Her heart was thumping so loud in her ears she swore everyone could hear it.

But Thomas ignored her, "I also know that you feel something for me. I see it in your eyes every time you look in my direction."

Y/n scoffed, "you really do live up to your name, Mad Thomas. I feel no such things for you. Your drunken mind must be playing tricks on you." Her breaths were becoming sharp as Thomas leaned in closer to her.

Thomas chuckled once again, "there is no need to lie, love. I've got secrets of my own." He lifts one of his hands that were pinning her against the tree, gently pushing away some of her hair away from her face, then stroking her cheek lightly.

The action and nickname caused a shiver to go down her spine, her cheeks getting warmer as she kept her gaze on his own, her breath hitching. "A-and what are t-those secrets, Thomas?"

He leaned in more, his lips close to her ear as he whispered, "why should I tell you mine, if you won't admit your own?"

Y/n went silent for just a moment, then sighed. "If I admit mine, would you tell me yours?" She said in almost a whisper.

He leaned his head back to her face, "I will do better. I'll show you." He moved his body closer to her this time, holding her gaze.

It made her weak at the knees, her trying her best not to fall. "Alright, you want to know?"

Thomas nodded.

"I-Im in love with you. I know I shouldn't be, but i can't get those thoughts out of my head. There's just something about you that irks me so much but at the same time makes my head spin."

His eyes widened in surprise, he was only just teasing her after all. He didn't know she actually felt that way about him. He quickly went back to normal, plastering his famous smirk back onto his face, "and what kind of thoughts are those?"

Y/n gulped, "that is something you do not need to know. Now, it is your turn. What is the secret you so desperately want to show me?"

Thomas kept his eyes on her as he slid his hands down to the strings that held the front opening of her dress closed, "my secret is this."

She gasped as he began to pull at them, loosening the top of her dress and having it come undone.

Her hand instinctively reached out to grab his wrist, stopping him. "What are you doing, Thomas?! We aren't even wed!" She whispered.

Thomas shushed her, putting his hand back onto her now-bare chest. "Don't worry, dear."

A shiver went down her spine again, "for a man who listens to God and tells one of my greatest friends practically the devil, you sure do a lot of sinning yourself." She smirked, suddenly gathering courage.

Thomas' eyes narrowed a little, "that is different." He growled.

"Oh? How so?" She began to tease him, though one of his hands were still on her chest, she thought nothing of it.

Thomas' mouth opened and closed, trying to find words but coming up with none. He then pushed himself away from her, turning around to leave.

Before he could, Y/n grabbed his wrist, making him turn towards him. "Now hold on a minute, Thomas. Who said I wanted you to stop? You cannot leave me here like this without having done anything to me." She snarked.

"Why should I? You did try and use my own words against me." He said as he walked closer to her once again.

"Surely you can take a joke?" She questioned with a smile.

Thomas rolled his eyes, then suddenly pushed her against the tree for the second time, leaning in close to her, their lips noses only a few inches apart.

Y/n didn't wipe the smile off her face as she guided one of his hands back to her chest, the sleeves of her dress slowly falling down causing it to slide off of her shoulders slightly.

Thomas smirked at her, his mood quickly changing before he kissed her deeply, hands gliding into places they normally shouldn't be, his lips traveling down to her neck as she leaned her head back on the tree in pure ecstacy, never having had this experience before, it was a new...amazing feeling.

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Y/n entered the part of the forest where the rest of the teens were, looking around to see Sarah and Hannah missing, while the others were all dancing and hanging around, some even making out with each other.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and looked to see Lizzie, who looked at her with a disapproving yet concerned look.

"You're late. What took you so long?" Lizzie asked.

Y/n's mind thought back to the previous events, a small smile appearing on her face, "I, uh, got... distracted."

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Aaaaaaa I told you guys I would impulsively write a Mad Thomas fic and here it is! Pls there's just something about Thomas, man. Something about him that I just can't describe it 😩😩😩😩 anyways this turned out longer than I expected it to but its fine qkrhwbebejen3nej

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“Love and War / Chapter II″ - Luca Changretta x reader

Summary: Waking up to an empty bed and the words that Luca left for you, you soon realise that everything is going to go down today, and you’ll soon have to pick a side.

A/N: I swear that this post took me at least three tries, tumblr kept deleting and/or messing up the formatting so I’m really hoping that this is worth it lol 💕

Words: 2.7k

Chapter I Chapter III

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The next morning you shifted in bed, stretching your arms in search of your lover’s body, but all you felt was the crumpling sheets, still warm from where his body was not too long ago. You groaned, sitting up and scanning the room, eyebrows scrunched into a tired look. If you had to guess what had happened the night before just by looking at your room you wouldn’t have had any clues. Your clothes were neatly folded by the chair and there was no other evidence that anything had indeed happened. No clothes abandoned on the floor, no man lying next to you.

You walked down the stairs almost second guessing yourself, thinking over the night's events while you prepared a cup of coffee that you so desperately craved. Taking a big sip your eyes landed on the small table by the door, only usually adorned by a small plate for your keys and some letters that you hadn’t gotten around to opening yet, now decorated by a beautiful bouquet. You never had flowers around, the item useless and expensive, not something that you could afford with your paycheque, but just with their presence they lit the room up, their delicate perfume filling your lungs. You smiled and walked up to them, lifting the small card up to read it. A simple phrase full of adoration and love, with a few words in Italian, made you blush at the love you felt, but the final sentence made your heart drop.

If today is kind with my soul, I shall meet you in your dreams tonight, mio amore.

His handwriting was smooth and elegant with each word, but the last sentence was slightly messy, revealing his feelings maybe more than he was used to. His fear. He didn’t think he’d make it back.

So today was the day.

You scurried over to the phone, picking it up and calling the Shelbys, hoping that someone, anyone, would answer, but no one did. There was no point in leaving the house, you wouldn’t know where to find them and you had no way of knowing where Luca was either. There were many places where this showdown could happen, and even if you found it, what were you going to do? You couldn’t just waltz in hoping not to get shot. Still, the mix of emotions in your chest made you dizzy. Why didn’t he say anything? You dreaded the images that flashed before your eyes, first that of Tommy’s lifeless body, still clutching his gun, then that of Luca, tumbling as a bullet hit him square in the chest. Tears fell as you pictured those scenarios, but knew that that was all they were. They weren’t real. But even knowing that, you couldn’t stop pacing around the room, counting the minutes and going over the events of the past few weeks. You didn’t know how to feel about this whole ordeal. You never forgot how Tommy and his family welcomed you when you had been left with nothing, giving you a job, food, inviting you over for drinks and celebrations, but as much as you dreamed of it, you’d never be part of them. You fit in, but not fully. You weren’t part of their circle, but you were part of their “clean” life. Tommy made sure to to leave you out of the dirty deeds, even if you gathered what happened behind closed doors, and by doing so he shut you out of the only part of their life that would make you fully fit in with them. Then Luca arrived, and the calls, on the phone that Thomas brought just for you, since you couldn’t afford one in any other way, started becoming less frequent, with less news. No more talking about the business, no more working by their side, no more gossiping with Ada or Polly on Saturday evenings. You still got your salary, somehow left by your door with nothing else attached to it, not even a note, but that didn’t change the stark difference in your routine. You barely felt like family, or whatever you had ended up being, anymore. You felt even more left out now. So when Luca came around and actually listened to you, and talked to you, and shared his interests while asking about yours, you felt appreciated, loved. You had found somewhere where you fitted. And now here you stood, weary of whose death you’d have to cry at the end of the day.

It took hours for the phone to ring with news, which made you jump into alertness, rushing over to answer. “Where is he?” You stayed quiet for a moment, fully expecting to hear Polly’s or Ada’s voice, not Tommy’s. He was alive, and clearly Polly had told him about your meeting with the Italian. “Where is-” “Where is he?” he raised his voice in unison to the loud sound you heard not far from him, probably his fist banging against the table. So they still were both alive. You let a breath out that you were unaware you had been holding, gripping your clothes tightly, adrenaline running in your veins from the news. He didn’t usually raise his voice, so his anger was evident, yet you weren’t sure if it was directed at you or at Luca. He clearly had gotten away, and the thought of that was enough to lift that weight off your chest. “I don’t know, Thomas.” “You knew last night, though, didn’t you? When he was in your bed? Bet it felt good, eh, fucking the enemy?” You didn’t answer, your face blushing in shame and anger. He had no right to spy into your personal life. You knew that in his books you were on the wrong side of the war they were fighting, but his words were harsh, cutting through you without any of the warmth they once held. “Don’t defend a fucking wop. Tell me.” “I don’t know where he is. But this has to end, Thomas, this war you’re-” “Why don’t you tell that to your friend?” He pronounced the last word with sarcasm and hatred, but what hurt him was the betrayal he felt when you made it clear that you cared about him. “I already did. I told him I support neither of your ways. Just stop, someone’s gonna get hurt.“ “And it would be a shame if you got caught in the crossfire.” he spat out, the silence ringing in your ears as if his threat were a slap. “Goodnight, Thomas.” You replied, slamming the phone down, not even sure if he was still there to hear you but not willing to argue anymore. You didn’t stop walking around the halls, hoping that someone else would tell you more about what actually went down, still in the dark, but no one did.

That night you laid in bed, thinking over everything that had happened, or at least what you knew. The fairytale routine you had fallen in with Luca, the fancy restaurants, chivalrous words and tender kisses were taken away from you so soon after they started, leaving you desperate for what you had started growing so used to. Had it not been for the vendetta, he’d probably be here next to you right now, drawing circles on your shoulders with his fingertips, kissing you softly. But he wasn’t here, and all you knew was that he must’ve been alive somehow, since Tommy had no idea as to where he could’ve been. Standing up you took a few steps towards the small balcony, desperate for some fresh air. There was barely enough space to stand on it so you leaned on the window frame, spotting someone moving away just as you glanced down towards the back street. Had you been in a less emotional state you’d have never chased after them, but right now all you wanted were answers. You turned the corner, losing your balance as you slammed into someone, but their hands held you up, pulling you against them. “You shouldn’t have come out here, principessa. You never know who might linger in the dark.” With your mouth agape you stood still for a moment, realising who was standing in front of you and finally wrapping your arms around him, colliding with his chest once more. He let out a low chuckle, melting into your embrace and holding you, feeling your heartbeat calm him down, a natural remedy that only you could provide. Your tears fell freely, wetting his coat while you shivered against him. “Well, lucky me then.” you joked, breathing in his scent, the notes of sandalwood surrounding you. “What happened?” “Nothing. The police got in the way.” he shrugged lightly, his hands still around your waist, pulling you against him. “Thomas was looking for you. He called me.” he nodded, looking around the street for any signs of someone spying on them, but no one was around at this time, but he didn’t care either way. “I’m leaving for Camden Town. I won’t be back for a few days, so you won’t see me for a bit.” “And what are you going to do in Camden Town?” You asked, although you already knew the answer. He wouldn’t stop, and there was only one man in London that had a strong connection to Tommy, and not always a good one. You had never met Alfie Solomons, but you knew enough about him to know where this was going. “Not important. I came to get a goodbye kiss.” his eyes crinkled as he smiled, lifting your chin with his fingers and finding his mouth, kissing you with an initial softness, growing into a hunger that he couldn’t afford right now. He groaned, breaking the kiss, resting his forehead to yours. “What are you planning, Luca?” “Goodnight, dear.” “It’s not gonna end well.” “Goodnight, dear.” He repeated, kissing your forehead and lingering for a moment more, before urging you to walk back home, waiting until you were out of sight to slip away, walking towards the car that would take him to London.

You spent days waiting for something, but there was nothing. No calls, no letters, no news. You picked a few books off your bookshelf, books you had never had the time to read, and scanned the pages, not managing to focus on more than a few pages. It was that dark feeling in your chest that you couldn’t ignore, and the lack of news only made it worse, feeding your mind with the most horrible scenarios. It felt like a blessing, if only for a short moment, when a call arrived shortly after dinner. You were resting your head on the sofa, singing along to some old songs while you stared at your hands, the concept of time slowly slipping away, when you received the news, making you sit up in disbelief. Polly had been brief, delivering the news and nothing more, leaving you clutching your telephone and staring into thin air for what felt like hours. She hadn’t said anything more, leaving you with the feelings that surrounded you. Sadness, rage, hopelessness… everything was bubbling in your chest, a feeling of guilt coating everything, making you feel like you were somehow at fault here, like you hadn’t prevented this. You paced around for most of the night, only pausing your wondering when the realisation hit you again, big tears slipping past your eyes as you recalled the memories of the times shared, stopping your incessant actions at the faint knock at the door early in the morning. “I saw your light on.” he looked behind you, his lips twitching up for a short moment, only to fall back into a stoic look when he met your gaze, clearly seeing the tears that you tried to wipe away before opening the door, your eyes red with sadness and rage. “Tell me you didn’t.” It was a whisper, one that made his heart break. It wasn’t just your expression, nor the redness under your eyes, but your moving away from the door, as if you feared him. “Alfie Solomons-” he started, willing to offer an explanation for his deeds. “I don’t care about Alfie! I asked you to stop this after the vendetta happened!” you shouted, getting closer just to throw punches at his chest, yet no matter your anger you were nothing but gentle, barely making him flinch. “He didn’t stop either.” “Because he’s stubborn. He’s-” “I am too. He killed my men. Just ‘cause you were closer to Arthur doesn’t mean that the death of my men means nothing.” “I don’t want to be part of this anymore.” you announced, slipping from his grasp and moving away, putting as much distance between the two of you as you could. “You never were a part of this.” “Maybe not, but with how things are going I’m going to end up as collateral damage.” “You know I’d never let anything happen to you. Even if you stood by him, I wouldn’t-” You turned and walked up the stairs, ignoring his words and grabbing your traveling bag from the wardrobe as he made his way up, scoffing but following you into the bedroom nonetherless. You picked your clothes and folded them quickly, placing them in the bag and throwing a couple other belongings in. “What are you doing?” He asked, sitting on your bed and stopping your movements by holding your hips, his touch delicate, in harsh contrast with his look. He always felt so… different around you. Delicate, careful, loving. Little things, like the way he remembered what wine you liked, or some of your little quirks, or the softness of his touches when he was near you. After the night where you both fell into your bed, he’d become more open with showing his affection, but before that he never really shied away from it either. His hand gently cradling the small of your back when guiding you into a restaurant, or the brush of his fingers against your cheek when a stray hair got away from behind your ear. “I’m ending it tomorrow.” He announced, avoiding your gaze. “What?” You turned to face him, not fully understanding his plan of attack. “I called a meeting with Thomas.” “To apologise?” “To make a deal.” He corrected you. “But it might not work. So…” He took one of his rings off, holding your hand and placing it in your palm, closing it around it. “To remember me by. Or not. Maybe it’s better to forget me, after all.” He brought your hand to your lips, as if to seal a deal, smiling. “I won’t have to remember you. You’re not going.” Your hand on his arm was supposed to stop him, or slow him down at least, but he just smiled at you as you would with a child that doesn’t fully understand the state the world is in. “I have to finish what I started.” “Luca, don’t.” you tried to give it back, but he shook his head, moving away from you and down the stairs. “Arthur didn’t deserve it.” “He’s the one that pulled the trigger.” You didn’t speak, not knowing what to add. You knew he was referring to the death of his father, but what Arthur had done was almost out of mercy. Tommy wouldn’t have stopped, so he intervened. There were many mistakes he had made in his life, but dying because of an act of mercy wasn’t what he deserved. “Ti amo, bedda mia.” And with a final look he left, not waiting for an answer, exhaling when the door closed behind him. He saw the way you looked at him, the tears that escaped your eyes, feeling betrayed by his actions, but he did what he had to do. “Luca, we’re not finished talking.” Your words had no effect on the man, just like you knew they wouldn’t, but you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking them. It wasn’t only grief that was holding you back now, but fear. For a moment you saw the man just as he had been painted since the beginning: a gangster, a killer, nothing more but a heartless man. You fell back against the wall, clinging on to the ring he had gifted you, the only thing that felt certain right now. You watched as he stepped out, closing the door behind him ever so gently, to avoid making noise, and wondered what hid behind those eyes. How much could you risk for him?

He could feel you looking at him as he made his way out, knowing just how disappointed you were, but he wouldn’t back down. He knew what was going to go down tomorrow, what he’d say, how he'd move, and he’d do anything to have you by his side.

After all, all is fair in love and war.

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