This is my first ever fic. I was watching the new DOTE trailer and it inspired me to write this fic. I wanted to make Arthur a really bad boy, so I made him a mob boss. I also always loved the idea of the Once and Future King and Queen which also made me write this fic, but I'm not sure how many other characters I want to reincarnate. This first chapter merely sets the scene, but I have some of the rest of the story planned out.
I apologize for any errors that still remain after proof reading. Hope you enjoy.
Arthur slowly exhaled the smoke from his cigar, admiring the jet of white mist that eventually blended with the rest of the already dimly lit smoke filled room. His eyelids felt heavy, with the almost hypnotic sound of the plucked cello and pinging piano backing the smooth slurring saxophone, the band veiled from all the cigar smoke. He felt a slim figure press closer to his arm, a smooth hand stroke his cheeks and then down to his neck, an unfamiliar voice mumbling in his ear.
He was tired. His head constantly pounded. The authorities were becoming more competent it seemed-they would need to find a more effective way of smuggling the cash. But how? Arthur let out a sigh- he did not want to think about all of this now. He came to the club to rid himself of his current troubles, not drown himself in them. He gave up the battle and allowed his eyes to close.
The music stopped. His mind transported him somewhere other than the club, somewhere that seemed so far away, in another world, another time. He was in a room with stonewalls. He saw a flash of jet-black curly hair, as he took in a smell-of what he did not know, but it felt so familiar. And he liked it; really liked it. Out of nowhere came a girl's laughter- so soft. Yet it sent a shiver down his spine, and his eyes snapped open. He must be more tired than he thought- his mind transporting him to such strange places of his imagination. Or was it only his imagination. The vision in his head sent an unexpected sensation throughout his body-a feeling of longing. For what exactly, he did not know.
He jerked forward, shaking his head, causing the girl who had pressed herself against him stroking his neck to spring back. He threw his cigar in the ashtray before grabbing his glass, draining the last of the brandy and smacked his glass on the table. He wiped his lips and turned sideways, to the pretty blond girl next to him. And pretty she was, with her full rosy lips and smooth cheeks. Arthur smiled his signature crooked smile, as he tactfully moved his eyes to meet the girl's own brown eyes. He came here to have fun, not worry or feel strange emotions. And fun he should have, as he stood up from the red leather seats, hand in hand with the nameless girl as he lead her to the rooms up the stairs from the lounge. Fun is exactly what he intended to have…
Gwen quickened her pace, her shoes clacking even louder as they met with the pavements of London's back alley streets. She did not want to be late for this job interview; she needed this job more than anything in the world. She tightened her worn out coat, with the jet-black locks bouncing rhythmically with her strides. She sharply turned another corner, before halting to a stop.
This must be it, she thought. She stood in front of what seemed a normal looking door located on a small street lost in the labyrinth that is London, with the words "Chicago Club" written in blue on a white sign board posted above the door. She looked up at the building to which the door led to find that all blinds were closed. Don't mess this up, you desperately need this. She took in a deep breath as she nervously knocked at the door…