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muneca-lemon-steppa · 1 year ago

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Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 5

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader, Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Oh my word guys!!! I'm so sorry this took so long but I was truly so stuck for some reason!! Anyway as always, I'm having so much fun with you guys. Idk why it sometimes feels like we're at a sleepover, anyone else? Also thank you so much to everyone who is sending in requests, I promise I'll get to them!! Have an amazing day, sending all my love!! - Mo

You could have killed him. You really could have. Truly. Truly you could have.

The ‘small apartment’ Alfie described was in fact a gorgeous row house about a block away from his own home, and two blocks away from the office. It had a beautiful garden in the back, with a dark red oak door in the front. Three stories. With enough room for each couple to have their own room, and Eli could finally have his own room instead of sleeping on the floor in the parlor. The home came fully furnished, and Alfie made sure that previous customers knew where to find your father and uncle, so the business could continue while the shop was being repaired.

And if he couldn’t have been more incorrigible, “someone” had “donated” three new dolls for Esther, which were perfectly placed on her new bed in the room you and her would share.

As your family walked around in awe of the rich space, you hung back, tight lipped. It was far too much. It was an enormous expense. And he acted as if he had nothing to do with it and it was nothing. You really could kill him.

“Alfie… how much does this cost you?”, you murmur to him, refusing to look at him.

“That’s none of your concern sweet heart.”

“It absolutely is. I balance the book.”

“And I correct your math.”

“Alfie this is far too-“

“It is exactly what is needed. I’m not about to argue with you in front of your parents.”

“We’ll never be able to repay you Alfie. It isn’t fair to you.”

“Woman the agreement is already made and it was a good agreement. Now I have someone who will fix my shirts since you refuse to.”

“Because I’m your secretary not your wife.”

Alfie scoffed and rolled his eyes, “You’re the source for every new ulcer, that’s what you are. Secretary is supposed to make my life better and she makes my life a living hell.”

You couldn’t help but smile. You let your eyes wander to him, to see that he was already staring at you, “What?”

He taps his cane against your ankle, “You like it?”

You nod, pressing your lips together. The cane touching your ankle and his body coming closer making your neck hot.

Alfie knew that he shouldn’t get closer. But your family was upstairs, no one would be a witness. He needed to be closer. You were barely whispering. He needed to get closer to you, “My house isn’t far. I’ll always be able to come. If you need me.”

“You said you would have someone outside every night.”

“They ain’t as good as me though yeah?”

“No.”

Your eyes needed to break from his gaze. It was becoming so warm in the house. His knuckles press your chin to look up at him, “I’ll always come. Understand?”

You nod again, unable to look away from his deep blue eyes, “Yes Alfie.”

The silence envelops you, and you feel something is about to be confessed, when Esther comes charging through, “Sissy! Sissy! Look at my new dollys! Mr. Solomons got me new dollys!”

She jumped into your arms, so ecstatic about her new treasures. They were beautiful, with silky hair and darling cotton dresses. She couldn’t have yearned for anything finer, “They are lovely my sweet girl! Have you thanked Mr. Solomons for the presents?”

Esther, ever the little spitfire, threw herself from your arms and into Alfie’s, causing him to drop the cane in the process to catch her, “Thank you Mr. Solomons! I really love them!”

Alfie thankfully got his footing right, boosting Esther more on his good hip, “Hush now chicken it had nothing to do with me! But I’m happy you like them. They’ll have a riot with you yeah?”

She nodded ferociously, “Mr. Solomons will you stay for our tea party?”

Your face flushed with slight embarrassment, Alfie Solomons has probably never been asked to a tea party in his life. Much less an Esther tea party. Which involved lengthy backstories and horridly torrid affairs for each doll. A party could last a whole afternoon. But Alfie Solomons merely chuckled, patting down the soft curls on Esther’s head, “Well chicken while that sounds absolutely lovely yeah, I unfortunately cannot make it today. You will have to let your guests know, and give them my apologies.”

Esther pouted, “Why not?”

He began to explain when you heard your mother call out, “Mr. Solomons! I hope you are not leaving already!”

You shut your eyes, hoping that this was a bad dream that you were going to wake up from soon. Up until this morning, you had managed to keep your life with Alfie and your life with your family separate. Both lovely and warm but incompatible in your mind. Your mother could not be seriously about to ask him to stay.

Alfie slowly set Esther down, mussing her short hair, “I’m afraid I must Mrs. Abraham. There’s business I must attend to and I don’t want to overstay.”

Your mother merely grabbed a hold of your father’s arm, “Mr. Solomons you have not eaten yet! It’s late afternoon and you must be exhausted as we are. Please let us make something, nothing too fancy but you should sit and let us make lunch for everyone.”

“Now really Mrs. Abraham I-“

“Mr. Solomons I know you are a big man but I really cannot let you leave without a meal. Now please sit down at this beautiful table you have gifted us and let us make you lunch.”

It was in that moment that Alfie noticed that you and your mother got the same look in your eyes when determined. The corner of your lip crooked the same. You surely didn’t notice, and Alfie would never tell you, but it was as though Alfie saw an image of you 20 years from now. Alfie smiled, “Alright alright if you insist. Mr. Abraham I hope I’m not inconveniencing yeah?”

Your father shook his head, “Not at all Mr. Solomons. Please, let’s get acquainted with this table together.”

Your mother said a simple lunch. But it turned into a whole affair. Alfie also failed to mention that the kitchen was stocked enough for a whole week. Your mother went above and beyond with you and your aunt and grandmother to make one of the most healing meals you had ever had. Roasted chicken and vegetables. Hot bread. Strong tea. You had even made a fresh apple tart for dessert, which Alfie helped himself to three slices.

You had never imagined this happening. But yet it was. Alfie was at your family’s dinner table. Laughing. Telling stories. Listening to others. Serving your grandmother and grandfather. If there wasn’t the base lie of you being under his employ, this would have felt so natural. Your mother sat him next to you, and your mind went miles and miles ahead. What it would be like if there wasn’t the lie there. If Alfie was there not as an employer but as a regular man. As someone who was sweet on you and wanting to be a part of this family. You yearned to reach your hand to his under the table, weaving your fingers together and feeling the callouses and scars of his knuckles.

Little did you know, Alfie’s thoughts were parallel to yours. You never noticed, but his eyes never left you. Watching the way you teased your family, doted on Esther, argued with Eli, laughing in that way that shook the walls. It made his heart race just watching you, seeing you be so free.

As the lunch turned into dinner and turned into evening, your father then asked, “Dearest, how far is your office from here do you think? Do you and Eli need to see what the walk will look like?”

Before you could answer, Alfie saved you from stammering, “Mr. Abraham, her boss is actually located right next to my bakery. If you’d permit me, I’d be happy to walk her to work and back. Just to make sure she’s safe?”

Your mother perked up,”oh would you Mr. Solomons? I hate to see her walking alone down the street.”

You raised your eyes at your mother, “Mama! Please I can walk myself to work!”

Your mother raised her hands, “This is a new neighborhood and you don’t know the way! Why would you dispose of a blessing??”

“Mama Mr. Solomons is very busy he does not need to trouble himself with me.”

You and your mother proceeded to volley back and forth. A common occurrence between you two, which no one cared to come between. It wasn’t until Alfie put his hand between the two of you that you settled, “Now now please Miss Abraham, your mother is quite right. It’s a new part of Camden for you, and you just experienced a terrible accident. I will not push it eh, you can make your own decision. But it will not be a trouble at all for me. And I’m sure your boss will be very invested in making sure that his nice secretary makes it to and from the office safely yeah?”

Alfie tried to hide his smirk as your nostrils flared, a habit that he noticed during one of your first arguments with him. He loved it almost as much as he loved your laughter. You finally relented after 3 beats, “If you believe it is best Mama, yes Mr. Solomons… I would be grateful for an escort to work.”

Alfie clapped his hands together, “Lovely. I will be here promptly at 7:30 tomorrow morning. Mr and Mrs Abraham, this was an absolute treat. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so well. Ishmael will be downstairs keeping watch over the gate tonight. Shalom everyone, sleep well!”

Everyone gave their goodbyes, until your mother spoke up, “Dear please walk Mr. Solomons to the gate.”

You gave your mother a look, which she quickly reciprocated with more fervor. Inhaling deep you acquiesce, walking Alfie out to the gate, as if he would ever get lost.

Alfie chuckled as you opened the gate, “Thank you very much sweetie, I would never have found my way out.”

“I am so sorry for their behavior Mr. Solomons. I promise you will never have to endure that again.”

“Oh yes because I would never want to endure that again. A hot meal. People surrounding me that don’t want to kill me.”

“An impromptu tea party?”

“It was lovely actually. Esther is a very gracious hostess, you could take some tips.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “oh I’m sure I could.”

You find that your eyes meet more and more now. And nothing makes you want to look away. You feel the bite of the cold wind on your shoulder, and you become keenly aware of the cold metal of the gate your rest your hand on. Alfie presses his lips together, and puts his hand on top of yours, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You barely hear the gravely murmur, “Get inside little viper. You’ll catch cold”

“I’m not cold.”

“Well your mother will worry.”

“It’s fine.”

He chuckles, “God you’re difficult…Shalom sweet heart. I’ll be here tomorrow.”

You nod, “Shalom Alfie.”

Your hand drags away from his, as you walk backwards back into the home. His eyes never leave your form until you cross the threshold.

As you lay in bed that night, all you can think about are those dark blue eyes. Those full lips shrouded by a coarse and wild beard. Those rough hands against yours. Your mind replayed the feeling of his hands on yours, memorizing the tough callouses and tender touch of his fingers. You told yourself that you couldn’t let your mind go and explore those secret desires. Those secret desires where he wouldn’t just touch your fingers. He’d hold your hand, letting everyone know that you were his. Those imaginings where he wasn’t just your boss, but yours and yours alone. Any moment you weren’t with him, you missed him. You wish that he could stay. Stay for the night. Stay for the morning. That you wouldn’t just give tea at his desk but at his breakfast table. Where he wouldn’t just let his hand hover over your jaw, but caress it. Where you could finally feel that god awful beard on your cheek. Your heart ached terribly. Wishing and wishing that it could be that way. That you could have him. And that he could have you. You tossed and turned, watching the moon make its way across the sky from the window in your room. Your hands clasped by your heart, still feeling the tingle of where his hands were.

Alfie in fact made it to the house at 7:15 the next morning. He emphasized that it was because he just wanted to make sure you weren’t left waiting, but he looked all too smug and comfortable drinking tea with your grandmother, having some of the fresh jam she had made just that morning.

As soon as you were out of window view of your house, you felt like you could finally breathe and speak freely. You were worried to a certain extent that Alfie would treat the relationship you had differently. As if you were some sort of charity case, or if you were a helpless bird needing attending to. But those fears were unnecessary, as Alfie jumped right into the agenda for the day. Rambling and cursing the names he had to meet with today. Though you would typically scold him for inviting bad luck onto business dealings, you couldn’t help but smile and laugh along with him. This was the thing that brought back equilibrium. Alfie made things normal, and made you feel like a normal person. Not someone who had just lost a childhood home. Not someone who was being targeted.

As you walked in together, many of the men who had already begun work said their hellos, and gave their sympathies. Alfie grumbled beside you, wanting to keep walking into yours and his little corner. It shouldn’t have bothered him. He knew it shouldn’t. You really didn’t belong to him. But he found that it was all too easy for the flame of jealousy to rise when he saw you give that smile of yours to anyone else. He loved that smile. He yearned for it and saw it as a previous jewel that he coveted and aimed for. And for anyone else to gain it, it felt like a quick stab to his chest. But he kept himself relatively quiet, trying to behave in front of his men. Not letting himself appear as soft, or compromised.

Finally you are able to make it to your desk, and Alfie hands you your calendar. As you touch it, you notice that he’s definitely refiled through it.

“You went through my calendar?”

“Well it is my calendar actually.”

You put the notebook down and turn to him quickly, “well it’s my notes! And I have personal notes in there too, it’s not just about you.”

“Well don’t worry darling your handwriting is so tiny it’s not even legible. I did see your little cartoons though. Very cute that is. But seriously yeah. I bought the calendar. It’s mine. It’s my business in there. And if you hadn’t left right? If you hadn’t left I wouldn’t have had to pilfer through it.”

You just put your head down. There really wasn’t much more to say. But Alfie knows exactly how to fill the silence doesn’t he? “Darling. Come into my office real quick yeah?”

You take your seat in front of him. Alfie at his desk. Still early enough in the morning where his shirt buttons haven’t been ripped off yet in anger. And his hair is set without raking his thick fingers through yet. He considers you for a long moment. Just studying your face. Noticing how you don’t fidget under his eyes anymore. Your breathing even and your back relaxed into the back of the chair.

He sighs, leaning forward on the desk, muscular arms holding himself up. “Treacle… treacle darling I think we need to talk about your place in the business.”

Your heart stopped… did he really just bring you to the office to fire you? “Alfie you are not firing me.”

His head jerked back, “What the… what the fuck are you talking about? Just.. shh be quiet. Shit treacle just let me speak!”

You settle back as you both readjust. Shaking his head he continues, “No no treacle. Listen… I’ve been thinking about last night. How much my… way of communicating scared you. And I just want us to… communicate… expectations.”

You nod slowly. Truthfully, no man has ever talked to you like this. He nodded back, “Alright. Well… darling. Shit how do people do this.”

He rubbed his face as if scrubbing it would bring out the words to the surface, “Ugh treacle listen to me. I am… a bad man. Ok? I have killed people. I have. I have tortured men. I have knocked out half of the men in London. And I love to be on the top. My life, is violent. Ok? I don’t want us to pretend that violence is not a part of this job. Are you with me?”

After assenting, he only continued, “Now, I cannot guarantee you that you will never see violence ever. But, I can guarantee you that I will do my very best to make sure that you see as little as possible. Does that work with you?”

You nodded, “I can agree to that.”

He nodded back, brows furrowed, and letting go of a breath he didn’t know he was even holding. “Excellent. Good good.”

Leaning back, finally relaxing, Alfie continues with his racing thoughts, “I’ve also been thinking treacle… that you need to be shown the other parts of the business yeah? Give you a little more responsibility around here. Let you in more on my other dealings.”

“Other dealings?”

“Well sweetheart you didn’t think the bakery talk was just for show did you? There is in fact a bakery next door. And we got the jewelry shop upstairs. I want you in on it, familiar with everything.”

Alfie begins to rise up out of his seat again, motioning to you, “Come on. Let’s take a trip darling.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting when you went down to the bakery. When he mentioned bakery you pictured… a shack. Something run down with stale bread pilfered from other shops.

But it wasn’t. It was a legitimate bakery. The air warm and full with the smell of hot loaves and cinnamon and sugar. Older grandmotherly women worked behind the counter, smiling and glowing. Alfie tipped his hat towards them, “Morning ladies. Looking wonderful this morning as always.”

They jeered and laughed at their rugged boss, calling him over to test out the newest recipes created. He gave limited critique for the women, sandwiched between loving praise for their work. You were given a loaf as well, told to come in any time you wished.

You then walked into the jewelry shop above the office, and you couldn’t help but feel out of place.

Wall to wall, glass cases of absolutely finery surrounded you. Perhaps it was to keep the sin of coveting at bay, but you tried to not look at jewelry. You tried to not think of yourself as a girl who longed for jewelry. But looking at the glittering jewels and chains, you couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through you. They were beautiful.

You hear Alfie laugh before you realize that your mouth had been gaping open, “Well go on then. Take a look around.”

Your fingers danced along the glass casing, staring at the fine pieces. Like glittering flowers on delicate flower beds, you couldn’t believe it. Long thick golden chains. Silvers bracelets. A diamond tiara even. It wasn’t until the end of the line did you see something that made your heart pause in your chest.

A small golden locket. Heart shaped, with engraved ivy around the edges. Holding it along was a delicate gold chain. It looked so soft, beautiful, and something you had always wanted to wear. You were so entranced by its simple beauty, you jumped when Alfie came behind you.

“You want to try it on?”

You shook your head vigorously, “Oh no no it’s ok.”

“C’mon you want to I know you do.”

“I can’t try on the merchandise!”

“I think I decide who can try on the jewelry yeah? C’mon just try it on. It’s been waiting for someone.”

You smiled, suddenly very shy, “Well… ok. Just for a second.”

Alfie unlocked the case, pulling it out gently, carrying it as though it was the diamond tiara in the case over. He motioned for you to hold your hair away, to let him clasp it around your neck. It was so silent, you being the only two in the shop. All that could be heard was your pounding heart and the sound of Alfie’s breath brushing against your ear. You felt the cool weight against your chest, with Alfie’s warm and heavy hands on your shoulders. He gently positioned you in front a mirror, letting you see it on yourself.

You looked beautiful. It looked like it always belonged to you. As though it was made for you and you alone. The scent of your soap and perfume filled Alfie’s nose, and he wished that all the air in the world was replaced by your smell. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He leaned into you, bringing his face to the side of yours. Cheek to cheek, letting his hands run up and down your arms. Feeling the shiver that ran up your spine. “It’s beautiful.” You whisper, suddenly feeling as though you couldn’t catch your breath.

Alfie pressed his lips to your hair, mumbling into you, “It was made for you.”

You feel yourself melt into him, your back falling into his chest, with his strong arms wrapping around you. You heart was pounding, and you could’ve sworn you felt his heart knocking into your back. Your chest was so tight, you felt like your whole body was on fire. Alfie couldn’t stop now. He pressed kisses to your temple, “Tell me to stop.”

You gave no response as you leaned into his touch, him never stopping, trying to restrain himself as he pressed his passion to your temples and cheeks, “Tell me to stop. I’ll never ask anything of you. Tell me you feel nothing for me.”

You gasped, it was too much, but you just wanted to press him closer to you. Wrapping his arms tighter around you, “Alfie..” you whispered.

He turned you around, whispering your name as he pulled you to his chest.

“Alfie?”, Ollie knocked on the door frame of the jewelry shop, concern, shame, and confusion thick in his throat.

Alfie shut his eyes tightly, and you feel the grip on your waist strengthen, “WHAT OLLIE?” He barked out, causing you to snort.

Ollie begins to stammer, “I- I’m sorry Alfie! It’s just uh… Mr. Shelby… he’s here.”

Alfie put his head onto your forehead muttering, “I’m going to fucking shoot him.”

Alfie guides you out of the door, and you can barely make out Alfie telling Ollie to start searching for another job.

Mr. Shelby looks incredibly comfortable in Alfie’s office. Before you can say hello to the man, Alfie butts in, “What the fuck do you want Tommy. You interrupted a very important meeting.”

Tommy smiled at you softly, then turning to Alfie, “Sorry Alfie, but this is about our club. I think you can make a little exception for me eh?”

Alfie just grumbled as he threw himself into his seat, using his pointer finger to direct you and Tommy to your seats. Tommy continued once he settled into his seat, “We’ve got an issue Alfie. Apparently, someone is not too happy about our little arrangement. And evidently… according to some sources… you roughed someone up last night. Which allegedly resulted in someone’s home going up in smoke.”

At this admission Tommy turned to look at you, “My condolences darling. Hope everyone is ok yeah?”

“Don’t look at my secretary. What the fuck are you talking about?” Alfie barks out.

Before turning back to Alfie, Tommy rolls his eyes and breathes in slowly, “Alfie. My men have gotten information that you, in all your wisdom, beat the living daylights out of some idiot. And that idiot, is the nephew of our good friend Mr. Sabini. Now, Mr. Sabini, was not just hurt that you nearly killed his nephew, but he was also hurt that your lovely secretary denied his nephew, and that we are working together, in direct competition with a bar he owns on the same street.”

Alfie felt his stomach drop.

He knew. He knew that it was somehow his fault. Because this is what happens isn’t it? Anytime he allows himself a small comfort or a small glimmer of a dream of something different, it hurts all those around him. It destroys them. It kills them. This time, he hoped it would have been different. That God maybe would have had mercy on him. Allowed him this tenderness. Found him worthy of you.

"Alfie?", you prodded gently. You had risen from your seat on the plush velvet couch to touch his shoulder. His whole body had tensed up at Tommy's admission of evidence. The admission was scary enough, to know that you put your family in danger for simply denying a man. But it wasn't Alfie's to feel guilt for. And you knew he was holding himself responsible. Because that's what he does. He carries the weight of everyone on his own shoulders. Under your touch you feel his muscle tighten and relax immediately. Alfie raised his eyes to stare back at Tommy, whose typically impassible face had the shadow of regret and concern underneath those cold eyes.

"Tommy. I'm not going to let this pass."

"I know you're not Alfie. I think the time has come for Sabini to be removed."

Alfie leans back into his seat, hands folded across his stomach. You removed yourself back to your seat, the real business needed air.

You had never met Mr. Sabini. But you had certainly heard of him. All the girls in your classes spoke about their own encounters with him. How he would corner them and say vulgar things, hoping to get an evening with them. You'd seen him in town on your laundry deliveries with Eli, and you always felt as though you needed to bathe after you locked eyes with him. Eli always walked in front of you, as if to announce that you weren't alone to be approached. And to know that his nephew was much of the same, and went as far as to punish those the way he did for denying him was a shock. The Sabinis had made themselves clear that they weren't above killing for disrespect.

And yet you feared more for the Sabini family than you did your own in this moment. You had seen Alfie be ruthless and loud. You had seen him scream to the point of men wetting themselves, and you had seen Alfie beat a man near death. But this Alfie... this Alfie made your blood run cold. Made you sweat underneath the lamp in the corner. He looked larger than normal. The muscles in his neck and arm twitching every so often. He was near silent. And when he did speak, it was low but rumbling. As if the plates of the earth were moving to the sound of his voice. This wasn't a meeting you took notes for. This was a meeting where the words soaked into your skin, into your bones as you listened to the methodical destruction of the Sabini company.

"Miss Abraham. Come here dear." Alfie called to you finally.

When you got to him, he brought you down to your level, whispering, "I want you to go with Ollie, and he is going to take you home. Go be with your family for the day, draw up some ideas for the gaming club for me alright?"

The way he whispered it so lowly, it was accepting no arguments, despite the fact it had not even reached lunch time yet. You nodded in assent, and he simply responded, "Good girl. I will see you tomorrow."

When you walked into the house, your mother was the only one home, placing the finishing touches on a dress to be picked up in the evening, "Oh darling! You're home early! You feeling alright? You look pale."

You shook your head, suddenly feeling a bit weak, "No mama I'm fine. My boss just heard about what happened and wanted me to go home."

"Mmm, well why don't you sit with me anyway."

You took a seat on the floor across from your mom. You had been sitting like this since you were a child. From playing dolls, to reading to her, to helping sew loose buttons on your family's shirts with her. It was where you gave your mother all your thoughts. All your fears and secrets. It was the confessional and threshing floor of all your worries.

Without looking up from her needlework your mother smoothly spoke, "That's quite a beautiful necklace darling. Did Mr. Solomons send you home with that as well?"

Your stomach dropped, and your hand flew to your chest.

You hadn't taken it off.

"Mama I-"

"My love how long did you think you were going to be able to keep up this ruse? You and I both know that lying is not your strong suit."

Your hands covered your face in embarrassment. "How long have you known?"

Your mother smiled, still not looking up from her work, "Oh since about the fourth week. You looked a little too giddy coming home the night before, so I assumed your boss was incredibly handsome. So I peeked out the window and saw him. I mean really darling did you even try?"

"Ugh... does Papa know?"

"Mmhmm. He was very cross for about two days, but I spoke with him."

"Are you still cross with me?"

It was only now that she stopped her steady work, "I'm only upset that you didn't feel as though you could trust me and your father. I understand darling, you wanted your independence and to figure things out for yourself. But we love you darling, and we want to know these things so we can just know you are ok."

You got closer to your mother, laying your head on her knees, "I just didn't want you to worry. I didn't want you to feel as though I was a burden."

"Oh hush." She said, smoothing out the hairs on your head, "You have never been a burden. And your troubles are never a burden. You need to believe that darling, you are not a burden to us. You don't need to shoulder everything on your own. Not when you have us."

You nodded, feeling the tears pool and gather on your mother's dress. The stress of the past 48 hours finally overcoming you. And you told her everything. About the day to day job. About the gaming club. About the fire. About Alfie. About what he made you feel.... you laid it all bare for your mother, who nodded and received it all. And you finally felt the weight of 1000 stones finally lift off your chest.

Back at the office, the room is full of smoke and two bottles of whiskey slowly depleting. Tommy and Alfie have drawn up a master plan of an offensive, a war to end it all. For 2 years they have dealt separately with Sabini. But to Alfie, this was a step too far. He targeted an innocent girl. His secretary. For what? To protect the 'honor' of a boy? It would not stand.

After the construction, Alfie and Tommy slumped in their chairs, mulling over the day. Thinking of everything to come.

"You love her don't you."

Alfie's eyes flicked to him, Tommy's cold eyes never shifting away , piercing him through the smokey haze. "None of your fucking business mate. She's just a good secretary. And a good girl. Doesn't deserve this."

"No. No a good secretary gets a raise every so often. A good secretary doesn't come into meetings and give advice. A good secretary doesn't get this protection Alfie."

Alfie didn't respond. Because if he did respond it would become real. It wouldn't just be something he could bury anymore. Once he said it, it would change everything. Tommy put out his cigarette, "You love that girl Alfie. That adds a whole new element to this game we are playing with."

"She is not a fucking pawn Tommy."

"Well to Sabini she is. Try as you might Alfie, that's what happens to men like us. Those we love turn into game pieces. This whole city is a fucking chess board."

"You are talking as if you're a god Tommy."

"And you are talking as if there is one to protect you, As if there is something to protect that girl."

"There is something to protect her you shit. It's me. I'll kill all of London before a single hair on her head is touched. That includes you mate, so don't talk to me about game pieces, or protection, or people dying alright? Because no matter what Sabini throws at us, not matter if this sick plan of our fails, no matter if all of London burns, I will make sure that she is safe!"

Tommy just smiles in the wake of Alfie's fury, lighting up another smoke, "And that is why I know we will not fail."

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thatguywhodoesstuff · 19 days ago

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A Few Jhad Incorrect Quotes More

The long awaited(?) fifth installment of my Jhad Incorrect Quotes Series.

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Thad: Did J just tell me she loved me for the first time?

Uzi: Yeah, she did.

Thad: And did I just do finger guns back?

Uzi: Yeah, you did.

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Rebecca: I like your top, J!

Thad: (Jokingly) I have a name, you know.

J: (Pinches the bridge of her “nose”) *Sighs* Why? Why are you like this?

———

Thad: (Ecstatic) J and I got married!!

Uzi: Don't share your personal problems with everyone.

———

Thad: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

J: Um...Neat.

(Later)

J: (Lying face down on her bed) I said "Neat," Uzi. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Uzi: (Reading a book) Don't beat yourself up too much, J. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when N confessed his love for me?

J: (Looks up) Didn't you thank him?

Uzi: (Closes the book and looks at the ceiling) I fucking thanked him.

———

N: Why is J crying on the floor?

V: She’s drunk.

N: And?

V: She saw a picture of Thad’s wife.

N: But… she’s Thad’s wife.

V: I know.

———

Uzi: I sleep with sick as hell railgun under my pillow.

Doll: Я сплю с ножом.

Thad: Both of you are so weird.

Uzi: (Cocks an eyebrow) Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Thad: J.

———

J: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out!

Thad: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?

J: I don't know, surprise me!

———

J: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Thad: It was autocorrect.

J: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Thad: Yes.

———

Khan: (Sees J and Thad together) They're cute. I would put them on a boat.

Nori: (Caught off guard) You mean... you ship them?

———

Thad: Are we fighting or flirting?

J: Wha- I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck!

Thad: Your point?

———

J: (Rocket launcher at the ready) Get the fuck out!

Uzi: (Unfazed) What's up your ass this morning?

Thad: (Groggily walks in) *Yawn* ...Hey.

Uzi: Hmm... never mind. (Runs out of the pod to tell the others)

J: WAIT NO!

———

Darren: So... I've seen you've been spending a lot of time with J recently.

Thad: No, Darren, it's not what it looks like, I swear.

Darren: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?

Thad: No! You're the only one for me.

Darren: Is that so?

Thad: I promise! J and I are just dating, okay? She’s my girlfriend.

Darren: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved?

Thad: You are still my one and only best friend! She’s just the love of my life, nothing more!

Darren: But I'm still the platonic love of your life, right?

Thad: Of course bro!

Darren: (Takes off his sunglasses, teary-eyed) Bro...

J: (Deeply confused) What the…?

———

Thad: Talk dirty to me, baby~

J: The dishes.

Thad: Wh-

J: They've been there for 4 days and it's your turn to wash them. You still haven't cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

———

(J comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Thad’s bedroom.)

Thad: Babe, are you… coming to bed?

J: No thank you, I'm sure you're lovely but I have a boyfriend.

(J falls face first on the ground and immediately falls asleep)

Thad: (Shakes his head)

———

N: If you want my advice-

J: No offense but you're the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your girlfriend. Multiple times.

N: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, she’s also tried to kill me.

Uzi: It's true. It was mutually attempted murder.

———

J: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.

Uzi: Throw rocks at he.

Lizzy: Hot Dogs.

Doll: Убей его.

J: Thanks guys.

———

J: I love you.

Thad: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

(They kiss passionately)

V: (To Uzi) You owe me 20 dollars.

———

J: Thad, you love me, right?

Thad: Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won't like.

———

J: (Comes out of the changing room wearing silk pants) How does this look?

Thad: Like it slips on and off really easily.

J: (Blushes)

Thad: (Blushes) No, I didn't mean it like that-!

Lizzy: (Teasingly) We know what you meant~

———

Cyn/The Absolute Solver: Did you take out Thad as I requested?

J: Thad has been taken out, yes.

Cyn/The Absolute Solver: Giggle. Excellent, now to-

J: It was a great restaurant. We had a romantic candlelit dinner and Thad proposed afterwards, we're filing the wedding papers.

Cyn/The Absolute Solver: ಠ_ಠ

———

Thad: (Smiling proudly) Well, J and I finally did it!

The Rest of the Squad: *Gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Thad: That's right... We kissed!

The Rest of the Squad: ಠ_ಠ

———

J: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Thad: But, babe, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

J: (Flustered) O-oh. Well… Wait. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?

Thad: …Is it working?

———

J: You look good in that hoodie.

Thad: You know where else l'd look good?

J: (Zero hesitation) My bed.

Thad: (At the same time) By your side- Wait, what?

J: (Blushing and averting her gaze) Nothing!

———

Thad: Bro-

J: No, no, hold up, rewind. My tongue was down your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro!?

———

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weirdowithaquill · 11 months ago

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Ships? But Sir, They're Trains!

It's Valentine's Day, and to celebrate, I thought I'd break my usual streak of not shipping the talking trains together and share the pairings that I like the best! But only of the original 11, and a few other RWS-related friends (and maybe a bonus or two from the TVS).

Also known as: local weirdo decides trains can kiss, but only on Valentine's Day.

Let's get into the ships... er... trains.

Thomas:

Almost chronically single. I'm sorry Thomas, but you're not very good at the dating thing. Maybe Hank if I swallowed my pride and went to watch Season 12 - just because Hank's calm and friendly personality would naturally balance out Thomas. But also because they are the epitome of 'gentle giant' and 'tank engine terror'. Also, Thomas blushes in this episode:

(Sorry for the Season 12 image, but it's the only Season Hank was in!)

Edward:

This engine has options! Or more to the point - this engine has suitors. Not all make sense to the poor engine - but that's the pain of being the one everyone looks up to. I would put him with BoCo, but I must admit I had a phase where I read EdwardxJames fanfics. So... nostalgia wins (that and Edward needs someone with a fiery personality to boost his confidence sometimes, and James needs a cooler head all the time).

(Look at the smile on James' face! He's ecstatic to see his engine.)

Henry:

Bear. The answer is Bear. I'm sorry, but that Hymek has it bad for Henry, and Henry fought for Bear to stay on Sodor. And after the early days when every engine fought, Henry has no interest in getting tangled up with them again, only this time romantically. Besides, the youthful energy and eagerness Bear has will only benefit Henry, who can be a bit of an old grump.

(Bear, I can't tell if you're looking into Henry's eyes or not...)

Gordon:

Hoo boy... Gordon, oh Gordon. What to do with you? Henry and James are taken, Edward and Thomas are more siblings than romantic interests - and engines 6 through 11 are just not close enough. But how about BoCo? (Yes, this is why I didn't pair him up with Edward). BoCo is calm and polite where Gordon is loud and brash - and Gordon does see BoCo as his saviour. It would probably be the plot of a b-list romantic movie, but I can see these two getting together, with Gordon being the jock and BoCo being the 'kid' of Edward.

(Look at that little smile Gordon has! This engine is smitten.)

James:

He's with Edward, thank you. More than that, he doesn't really fit well with the other RWS cast romance-wise. Thomas is something of a rival and friend, while he wants Gordon and Henry to acknowledge him and Percy is something of a little brother/annoyance to James. Edward and he have a lot to work out (mostly James groveling) but they got a lot of coding in the series from what I remember. Plus Edward saved him - so we've ticked the cliche box.

(Yes, this means Edward is the knight in shining armour. James is a diva anyway.)

Percy:

Has about as much luck as Thomas does, if we're honest. Young, childish Percy has no chance, while older, grumpier Percy is more interesting to consider. The Percy of Seasons 5 and 6 I could see bagging Harold. But then, we could also consider the absolute insanity of Percy and Diesel 10. Imagine the shock, imagine the story! (I'm a writer, let me dream about how I'd write this lot). Diesel 10 would be the delinquent who is soft for Percy and Percy only. It would also lead to an epic fight between the helicopter and the engine with a giant claw.

(Um, is Percy... blushing?! What are these faces?! I have questions.)

Toby:

Is married to Henrietta. They are old couple goals. Percy and Thomas are extremely jealous.

(Toby is grinning cause he knows his wife - that poor manager...)

Duck and Donald:

I considered Percy for Duck, but I feel like what Duck needs is an engine who can really bring out the playful side in Duck - the engine who helps him be more than just the railway he used to work for. That engine is Donald. When they ended up playing pranks on each other in Donald's Duck to the point where Duck stooped to putting a literal duck in Donald's tender knowing Donald would find it funny really says it all about these two.

(Look at him, so excited to play his little prank! His driver is wheezing!)

Douglas and Oliver:

These two practically have a kid in Toad already (or an advice-giving uncle. One of the two). Douglas saved Oliver, and that sort of thing has a lasting impact - especially because it's also the most likely relationship to actually happen. Both Douglas and Oliver are known for sticking it to authority, being a bit hot-headed and being led a bit more by spirit and the heart than by their heads. They have Toad for critical thinking. They live and work together too - and it would be hilarious to watch Duck blast his safety valve off when he finds out.

(Ah yes, let me just stare into your eyes for half an episode.)

Mavis and Daisy:

These two are disaster lesbians, and we love them for it. It's also the femme fatale (or as femme fatale as a diesel railcar can be) and the butch (she works in a quarry - this girl wears overalls) tropes - and they're disasters. Need I remind anyone that Daisy was the one who encouraged Mavis to ignore Toby? It would also be hilarious purely for how much Thomas and Percy would grumble about being single, while Daisy and Mavis rub their relationship in the pair's faces. Which would lead to that one memorable incident where Thomas tried to flirt with a very unamused and confused Bertie.

(Mavis, sweetie - don't listen to Daisy's advice. I know you're distracted but ple-- and she's gone.)

Annie and Clarabel:

Are wine aunts and siblings. And no, neither of them are interested in Thomas, so you can stop thinking that.

(These coaches are Thomas' wine aunts and best friends - and he loves them too.)

Bill and Ben:

Are children! Edward's children! That he has with BoCo (sort of) leading to the brilliant moments where Gordon has to 'babysit' them - which is mostly done with a lot of grimacing and begging BoCo to just hand this lot over to Edward and James - no seriously, please stop letting these two just randomly adopt you as their parent. They're evil, and they wanted to throw me in the sea, remember? No, I don't care that James doesn't like them, I don't like them! BoCo!

(He's petrified of them, but he wants to be nice for BoCo's sake...)

Emily:

Does not need a man, thank you. But she is entranced sometimes by Caitlin's streamlining (yes, I have seen some CGI - I am not a true purist, I am sorry Awdry). Then again, sometimes Emily likes Hiro - and then there was that one time where she was just so upset that Mavis wouldn't notice her. Emily doesn't need no man - but she's also not exactly got the best selection of potential candidates at her shed...

(She's got an amazing poker face. Caitlin however...)

So... that was a thing I did. Somewhere around Percy's entry, this gained a coherent plot in my mind - probably a High School AU? - and now I'm just thinking of Diesel 10 towering over Percy, blushing and trying to give him flowers (with his claw???) while Harold seethes. Clearly, being a single pringle has driven me insane.

Happy Valentine's Day to everyone, I hope you enjoyed this wild idea and if people want expansions on these ships (still trains) and why I like the idea of them, please go ahead and ask!

If people really like this, I will take on the Narrow Gauge engines.

#weirdowithaquill #railway series #thomas the tank engine #ttte relationships #edward x james #ttte henry x bear #ttte gordon x boco #ttte percy x diesel 10 #somehow that made sense in my mind #toby x henrietta #ttte duck x donald #ttte oliver x douglas #ttte mavis x daisy #valentines day #ttte characters #yes this is unusual for me #but i did it anyway #haters will get banished to the shadow realm

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yakool-foolio · 1 year ago

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Something I've always loved about Yakou, from when I first read his prequel story all the way to playing his DLC, is that he's so utterly passionate about the Nocturnal Detective Agency. Even when his ideal office was just a kid's dream, name written in sharpie on a makeshift badge, he never lost his creativity. The process of understanding how much his agency means to him went as follows:

Going through the prequel story first, as I did when playing through all of Rain Code, this section stands out.

In hindsight, it harkens back to his childlike wonder of becoming a detective, a Master Detective at that. To teen Yakou, Mitsume made his career seem not all like it was cracked up to be. Even though Mitsume turned out to not be a Master Detective, there's no doubt his perspective on what his future job would be like dampened ever slightly. After Mitsume eventually moved out to get married, Yakou remained sanctioned in what's most likely the same office building he and Mitsume worked in, the one with his favorite rooftop lookout. When Yakou was brought in to be trained at the WDO, it probably didn't help much either with his extravagant expectations. From what we see of the footage provided by Makoto, it's simply a tall office building. Obviously we don't know what it's like on the inside, but it wouldn't be surprising it it isn't far from the bland office he's grown used to. But despite the lame facility, it's filled to the brim with the most interesting, fantastical people in the world.

When he returns to Kanai Ward after his training and eventually gets kicked out of the office building, what exactly does Yakou do next? HE GETS A MOTHAFUCKIN' SUBMARINE! I have a headcanon/theory that Yakou found the submarine in a ship graveyard after the Blank Week and the city's isolation. After having a hole punctured into his heart by the loss of his wife, this is probably the most love he's poured into anything since then. That ship is his baby and he cherishes it! He loves Kanai Ward, but he loves his new agency just as much, maybe even more. It's a home inside a home. A place that is truly his own. And boy does he love to show it off!

He is so proud of his agency--his home--he's made for himself! After being bummed out by Mitsume's regular office, Yakou took it upon himself to be far from boring. He gets to do what his teen self wished for with Mitsume, and excitedly shares it with his detectives whom he now mentors.

It makes the sinking of the agency at the hands of the violent Yomi all the more upsetting. I'm sad and glad we don't ever see Yakou's initial reaction to realizing his agency is gone, cause on one hand you can imagine his sorrow flaring into absolute fury at Yomi, fueling his mission to bite back at Amaterasu; on the other, I don't think my heart could take seeing him so upset. But hey, Makoto replicated and recovered as much as he could of the agency in the end, and Yakou is beyond ecstatic.

Fuck that Makoto most likely wiretapped the place to all hell, Yakou gets his home back! Let him be happy, he deserves it!

And now we skip, or well, rewind, to Yakou's DLC. This is when we finally learn that the Nocturnal Detective Agency has always been with him, a childhood friend that he rekindled his companionship and love for. Home is where the heart is. Written in sharpie, his dream lies right in the palm of her hand.

And five years later, long after that dream became a reality, when he's loved and lost so much, he still carries it with him.

#our house in the middle of our house #passing out at my desk and never waking up #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #rain code spoilers #yakou furio

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nekrosmos · 2 months ago

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Hi hi, this a character ask for, Nikolai!

The question numbers are: 5, 12, 13, 20 and 25 (hopefully it ain't a lot, if it is, just answer the ones you want to.)

Thank you so so much !!! And don't worry, can't get too many questions honestly !! :3c

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Right now it's Can't take my eyes off you, any version really. That's just Nik and his favorite captain :3c

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Nik's a romantic for suuuure. Flowers, perfume, fancy restaurants, he likes the classic stuff just as he likes doing something unpredictable and unique. He looooves spoiling his partner and doesn't mind spending an ungodly amount of money on presents and stuff, but not because he wants to flash his money, but because he genuinely wants said partner to get the best things.

Also another random one: I think people hate playing any sort of game against Nik because he's just insanely good at them. Doesn't matter the game, he wins every time, and he's always ecstatic about it <3. A few drinks, some friends, and a board game and he's a happy guy.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

Nik strikes me a thumb up kind of guy. Bet all his texts messages are full of 👍

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

10000% Gaz, their hug in MW3 was just everything <33 Him or Farah, Nik like adopting people okay.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I played MW2 first then MW19 so I didn't have any strong opinions on Nik at first, but then I started seeing NikPrice fanart and thought "oh well I like that". Also the Butcher's wife and kid abduction left me going "???????????" HSVCPSOJV.

Now I absolutely adore him of course. Obsession kinda started out of nowhere a bit over a month ago and I'm just living my best Nik stan life now.

Send me a Character + questions from this ask game

#WEEEEE I love answering these #thank you so much zyren !!! you're the best #👍#that's just so Nik codded #it's so funny comparing my opinion on CoD characters back then vs now because so many of them I didn't care about and now #well #you know #kinda obsessed a little and all that #<3 #ask game #nekro yapping #cod nikolai

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lamardeuse · 1 year ago

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buried my hands in saffron

911 | Buck/Eddie | Rated E | c. 4600 words

@911bingo prompt: Mutual Masturbation

The thing was, Eddie should have been ecstatic.

Three months ago, he had ended things with Marisol and sworn off dating again – because what was the point when you were never going to get over the big, beautiful gringo you'd been stupidly in love with for years? Four weeks ago, Buck had broken up with Natalia. And last week, after a marathon therapy session with Frank and a painful kick in the ass from Hen, Eddie had finally told Buck how he felt about him. He'd confessed, put his heart on the line. And Buck – well. Buck had been a little shocked at first.

“I wasn't shocked,” Buck said, looking to Hen and Karen for support. “You make it sound like I was some fainting Victorian lady with my corset laced too tight.”

“Fine, we'll pretend I didn't have to scrape your jaw off the floor,” Eddie said, skewering Buck with a look and grinning when he blushed.

“I wasn't shocked,” Buck insisted. “I've done stuff with guys before.”

“A lot's changed in the last decade, Buck,” Hen drawled, taking a sip of her wine.

Eddie's eyebrows shot up. “A decade, really? Also, how do you know it's been that long for him?”

Hen chuckled. “I keep forgetting you never met Buck 1.0. The day he found out I was a lesbian, he made a point of letting me know he'd kissed two guys in college and gone down on this really hot truck driver when he was hitching a ride to Montana, said it was – and I quote – ‘some Jack Kerouac shit'. I threw up in my mouth a little.”

Karen covered her face with her hands to muffle her laughter. “Geez,” Buck muttered, “see if I ever open up to you again. And it's been nine years, not that I'm counting.”

“If I never hear about your blowjobs again it'll be too soon,” Hen said. Pointing a finger at both of them, she added, “Fair warning.”

“Oh, hell no,” Eddie said, “you do not need to worry about that.” Even the thought of sharing graphic details of his sex life with his friends was horrifying.

“Not that we've –” Buck started, and Eddie glared him into silence.

Karen leaned forward. “Okay, so after the shock wore off, what happened?”

Hen raised her eyebrows at her wife. “Look who's nosy.”

“Listen, they're family now,” Karen said simply.

“And that means they don't owe us the details.”

Karen rested her chin on her hand and batted her eyelashes at Eddie and Buck. “No, you're right, they absolutely don't.”

Eddie glanced at Buck, who was biting his lip to keep from smiling. “You want to know who kissed who first,” Eddie said, mouth curving.

“I mean,” Karen said, “we might have a whole five dollars riding on it, so that would be –”

“Oh please, we do not, I thought you were joking –”

“I never joke about probability,” Karen retorted. “And the odds are definitely in my favor here –”

“Uh,” Buck said, raising a hand, “I think you're both gonna end up winning. Or losing, depending on how you look at it.”

read the rest at the AO3

#my stuff #911 bingo #buddie fic #buddie

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embodyingchaos · 1 year ago

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❥ evermore | year one, chapter one

pairing: george weasley x oc genre: friends to lovers! warnings: unedited word count: 2.4k masterlist: evermore next chapter: chapter two

IT WAS A cloudy day, cloudier than usual some would say, but the two girls walking along diagon alley paid no mind. both identical, the one with shorter, brown hair was busy dragging her twin sister by her arm towards a display window with a broom in it.

"look, esis! the new nimbus 2000!" she exclaimed, pointing out the sleek, beautifully polished broomstick for her sister. "it's just a broom, lovey." the nonchalant response from 'esis' receives an offended gasp from 'lovey'.

"just a broom, my arse!"

"lovelynn!" her cussing causes their mother to give them a word of warning paired with a threatening glare. lovelynn shrinks, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. "sorry, mum." she apologised as her younger sister, genesis, stifled a giggle.

the heath family were out and about, shopping for the girls' school supplies as they'd receive their hogwarts letter a day before. their mother, irene, was beyond ecstatic and their father, richard, was excited. not just for his daughters but also for the fact it gave him a reason to visit the wizarding world more than usual. "gosh, this is all so fascinating!" he said as he clung to his wife's arm, a giddy smile on his face. irene smiled at his reaction, even after years of being together and her telling him all there is to know about magic, he still acts like a kid in a candy store when surrounded by it.

the youngest and only son of the heath family wore a bored expression. "why do i need to come along again?" 10-year old michael asked, his arms crossed the entire time. "well, why do you need to be such a little snotty brat again- ow!" lovelynn rubbed the area of her arm where her sister pinched her, "because it'll be a good experience for you." genesis tells him, giving his shoulder a light pat.

irene ushered the girls towards her, "now, you two will go get your wands." the golden-haired woman told them, "your brother, dad and i will go get your books. then, we'll be off to go get a pet for the both of you." the hint of getting only one pet makes the older of the twins groan. "we're sharing a pet?" irene grinned, "ever the observer, aren't you, lovey?" she teased her and lovelynn rolled her eyes.

the family separated and made their ways to their respective shops. the twins walked in peaceful silence, not having much to talk about. there were only a few times lovelynn would spark up a conversation about what genesis thought her wand was going to be. "d'you think i'm gonna get a dragon heartstring core or a unicorn hair core?" is something along the lines of what she was asking.

when they reached ollivander's wand shop, lovelynn yanked her sister back by the collar of her dress.

"what?" genesis asked, giving her a questioning look.

"maybe we should take turns. to make the experience more... what's the word? ah! mystical!"

with no answer and only an incredulous expression for a reply, lovelynn took that as a yes and pushed her sister to the door. "you go first!" she told her but genesis pushed herself back. "no!" she exclaimed, "i don't want to do this without you, lovey." her long hair swished behind her as she turned frantically to look at lovelynn.

the older's facial features soften, "you're going to have to do a lot of things without me at some point, 'esis. this could be your first step!" she encouraged, "come now, sister mine. i'll be right here staring at you through this window." well, that definitely wasn't creepy. genesis took a deep breath, nodded and entered the shop.

as lovelynn waited for her sister, she leaned her back against the wall of ollivander's. she took peaks into the store every now and then but opted to stop when she saw absolutely nothing going on every time she looked. unbeknownst to her, every time she looked away, a strong gust of wind flew against genesis' hair or sparks shot around whenever she held certain wands.

with a yawn, lovelynn convinced herself to stay put and not abandon her sister unlike that one time when they were eight.

"alright, you're up." at the sound of genesis' voice, the girl jumps before recovering quickly, excited to head inside. when lovelynn went in, genesis stared at the bag she was carrying that held her wand. thinking back to what ollivander said, "witches and wizards who hold this wand rarely ever sway from their beliefs. do you do so, ms. heath?" she didn't answer his question for some reason, couldn't answer his question. only god knows why.

loud exclaims and 'yahoo's were heard from inside the shop before travelling outside as the door opened. "unicorn hair, cypress wood and ten inches, baby!" lovelynn's noisy announcement attracted some unwanted attention and strange looks from people nearby.

"quiet down, lovelynn. you're so loud, i bet even the house-elves at hogwarts could hear you." genesis complained, grabbing her sister by her arm and dragging her towards flourish & blotts. that was how the day of their shopping went, now, let's get on with the best part.

"ugh! i'm going to miss you guys!" lovelynn hugged her parents and brother as tight as she could before releasing them from her death grip. "we're going to miss you too, lovey." genesis was having a hard time. she had her arms crossed and she had averted her gaze towards the train, praying that her tears wouldn't escape her eyes and slide down her cheek.

her mother smiled, "'esis, come here." she called for her, gesturing to come towards her. genesis reluctantly went, hugging her mum close to her. "i know you're scared, but this is for the better. you'll make new friends at hogwarts, and you'll still come back home for christmas break and at the end of the school year." irene's words of comfort didn't go unheard, but the girl just didn't want to say anything. no goodbyes, no 'i'll miss you's, none of that.

she only gave a silent nod as she pulled away, wiping a tear off her cheek with her sleeve. this gave lovelynn the perfect opportunity.

"aww, don't cry, genessy-"

"don't call me that!" genesis exclaimed, shoving her sister harshly. the two began to squabble but their parents and brother paid no mind, it was a common thing after all. the older twin decided to go on ahead when her younger sister was still stalling so she could stay with her parents longer.

"mum, what if there's dogs?"

"it's hogwarts for goodness sake, not a pet shop. right, ricky?" irene nudged her husband with her elbow who frantically nodded, agreeing with his wife. after a bit more convincing, lovelynn boarded the train.

it seemed that stalling was a mistake, because now she couldn't find her twin sister. the panic started to settle in, what was she going to do? she was all alone, the one thing she's been trying to avoid. not to mention her sister could possibly get expelled before even stepping foot in hogwarts. taking her eighth deep breath for the day, she calmed herself down and walked past all the noisy compartments before finding a quiet one with two boys.

sliding the compartment door, genesis looked between the two. "um, sorry, but could i please sit in here? everywhere else is rather full." at her request, the brown-haired boy with dirty, round spectacles smiled.

"of course, come in." he said as the boy with orange hair moved his stuff so she'd have more space to settle down. "thanks. i'm genesis heath." she introduced herself, "i'm ron weasley!" the redhead said with a cheerful disposition, giving her his hand. genesis shook it with her own hand, "i'm harry..." the one with glasses seemed to trail off, looking unsure if he wanted to tell her his last name.

genesis tilted her head, "just harry?" she asked curiously, "harry potter." the girl's eyes widened, "as in the harry potter? as in the boy who lived?" she questioned, excited she was meeting someone who made history. harry looked somewhat scared at her reaction, she was entirely buzzing with questions, anyone could see it.

however, the long-haired brunette caught herself. "oh- uh, sorry. i've just heard amazing stories about you from my mum and i think you're amazing to have survived what you've gone through." she gushed, beaming at him. harry smiled back, "thanks, but i think it was just luck." he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"you're lucky, but it can't be just luck, harry. not for the boy who lived." it seems her words struck him in a way, his expression changing to one of deep thought. genesis realised this, "sorry for bringing it up. it wasn't my place." she apologised, feeling as though she might have overstepped some boundaries.

"no, no. it's fine." harry's assurance was cut short when the trolley lady strolled by. "anything from the trolley, dears?" ron gave her a tight-lipped smile before holding up a packed, smushed sandwich. "no, thanks. i'm all set." genesis and harry exchanged looks, "we'll take the lot." he said, fishing out a few gold galleons from his pocket.

and that was the start of the trio's lovely friendship — candy. well, sort of.

"what?!" the two boys exclaimed when genesis declined their offer of sweets and had told them she wasn't the biggest fan of candy. "we let a madwoman in our compartment. we should get out of here, harry." ron joked, making harry let out a small laugh.

genesis only rolled her eyes, "ha-ha, very funny." she simply said, ignoring their jokes. "bertie bott's every flavour beans?" harry read the packaging aloud, "they mean every flavour!" ron exclaimed, "there's chocolate and peppermint, and there's also spinach, liver and tripe." genesis explained, taking a bite of her sandwich that her mum had packed for her.

at the sight of harry's expression, ron spoke up. "george swore he got a bogey-flavoured one once!"

"george?" the girl asked, "my older brother. i've got about six other siblings." the redhead's answer has genesis dumbfounded. "six other siblings? wow. i've only got two other siblings and it already feels cramped. can't imagine how you feel." ron only snorts before taking a bite of his own licorice wand.

"yeah, they're a lot to deal with. especially since my brothers, fred and george, they're twins and they're absolutely troublemaking." the girl's eyes widened, "twins? what a coincidence! i'm a twin, too! my sister's the only troublemaker, however." ron's mouth falls slightly open, "that is a humongous coincidence." he says, slowly taking a bite of his pumpkin pastie.

turning to her right, genesis noticed harry looking isolated. "so, harry, who're you staying with?" well, this opened many doors as the boy started telling her all about his horrific aunt, uncle and cousin.

"they sound horrid."

"yeah, they are." harry said with a sigh, "if you want, you can always come over to bournemouth and stay with my family. they're quite welcoming." genesis offered, taking a sip from her water bottle. "too welcoming..." she quietly added, but they both caught it and chuckled.

"thanks, gen. i'll think about your offer." the boy smiled, picking up a packaging of a chocolate frog.

"these aren't real frogs, are they?"

"it's just a spell. besides, it's the cards you want! each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. i've got about 500 m'self." ron explained as harry opened the box. a chocolate frog sprung out of its confinements, jumping onto the window.

"watch it!" ron exclaimed, furrowing his eyebrows. "awh, look how cute!" genesis gushed, grinning at the magical creature.

"speak for yourself, frogs give me the ick."

"well, now you give me the ick, weasley." she joked, ron only rolled his eyes as the three watched the frog jump out the window. "oh, that's rotten luck. they've only got one good jump in them to begin with." the redhead commented, frowning.

genesis looked at harry, "what card d'you get, harry?" the girl asked him as his face contorted. "i've got dumbledore!" he told them, overjoyed.

"i got about six o' him." harry looked at ron before looking back at his card, shocked to see the old wizard was gone.

"hey, he's gone!"

"well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?" genesis only shook her head at their conversation, too busy staring at the rat on ron's lap. ron notices her looking, "this is scabbers by the way. pathetic, isn't he?" harry and genesis exchange looks once more, "just a little bit." genesis smiled, "fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow. want to see?" ron's question makes the two curious and interested, agreeing to see the spell.

the boy pulled out his wand and as he was clearing his throat, about to say the magic words, a girl with brown, bushy hair popped by their door.

"has anyone seen a toad? a boy named neville's lost one." she told them, ron only frowned.

"no."

"oh, are you doing magic?" the girl asked when she saw his wand, "let's see, then." she told him, sounding a bit cocky. with that, ron attempted it once more. "sunshine, daisies, butter mellow..." at the sound of the first sentence of the spell, genesis could already tell ron's brother, fred, was clearly messing with him.

when scabbers didn't turn yellow, obviously, the bushy-haired girl scoffed. "are you sure that's a real spell? well, it's not very good, is it?" her words make ron's eyes widen towards harry and genesis, who only observed their exchange with amused expressions.

the girl continued to boast about her own abilities in magic, even though she hasn't even stepped foot on hogwarts yet, even displaying it by fixing up harry's glasses. that's when she realised who he was and introduced herself as hermione granger.

she turned to genesis, "i'm genesis heath. nice to meet you." hermione smiled at her, shaking the hand she held out. "you three better change into your robes. i expect we'll be arriving soon." and with that, hermione granger left, not without telling ron about the dirt on the side of his nose.

"i like her." genesis stated when she left, a huge grin on her face.

"i don't." ron grumbled, rubbing his nose rather harshly. harry and genesis giggle as they watch him. genesis' panic and anxiety seemed to calm, she'd already make two friends, she'll be fine.

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raincitygirl76 · 1 year ago

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I have to say the song choice is part of what makes this scene so incredibly meaningful to me. I mean yeah, it’s also a very hot scene. I am extremely attached to both these characters, who’ve both been through so much shit, both together and apart. And they’re played by physically attractive actors who have great chemistry. But it’s the SONG that really gets me.

As a queer person myself, I gave up decades ago on anyone ever thinking of any sex other than the cishet baby making kind of sex as being anything other than dirty. When straight people think about queer sex, many of them are either titillated or repulsed. And I’m not saying every straight person. But as a lesbian born in 1976, trust me, I’ve met a lot of straight people in my life. And a fair number of them have opinions they don’t feel shy about sharing.

As a teenager I attended a wedding (a straight wedding of course, that was the only kind they had in 1990). It was a second marriage for both parties, I think the wife was 48 and her new husband about 55. So, you know, pretty unlikely they would have children together, since the bride was probably not far off menopause.

Religious weddings often talk about the sacredness of sex between married people because it has the possibility to bring about new life. Not terribly relevant in this case, nor necessarily in the best of taste. So the pastor preached his sermon (or a portion of it) on how married sex, even the non-procreative kind, is sacred because it has been blessed by God. Is a way for both parties to demonstrate their love for each other.

I already had suspicions I might not be straight, but this sermon made me feel like even more of a loser. I wasn’t ready to have sex with anybody at that point, but virtually all my crushes had been girls. The fact was that I could never have proceative sex and could never get married, and could never have that sort of holy, blessed-by-God sort of sex unless I had it with a boy was not a cheerful thought. Because boys didn’t do it for me.

So I convinced myself I couldn’t possibly be a lesbian. Because if I were, I couldn’t have any of those things. It worked until it didn’t. This also started the seeds of me becoming an agnostic as an adult. Because agnostics and atheists were less likely to talk about queerness as a sin for which I would burn in hell.

And here we are in November 2022, and I’m watching 2 boys kiss on Netflix as I watch YR 2.05 for the first time. And I’m ecstatic, because they’ve been apart and miserable the entire season. And then the song “Holy” starts playing. And I’m reminded of that wedding and that sermon.

Now, Wilhelm and Simon are only 16, going on 17, so I really can’t see them getting married any time soon. But the fact that they were portrayed having sex while accompanied by that song was astounding. It was like, “Yeah, actually queer people can have sex that is meaningful, that is a celebration of their love for each other.” It doesn’t have to be dirty or shameful or titillating, it can just be two people who love each other cherishing each other and trying to bring each other pleasure. Regardless of their pronouns, genitalia, etc.

And even though I’m either an agnostic or an atheist as an adult (depends on the day, really), the fact that YR picked that song to play over Wilhelm and Simon’s reunion sex scene was amazing to me. It felt like absolution from all those sermons over the years which said only cisgender heterosexual PIV intercourse is a potentially positive thing that God (assuming he exists) can bless. That has even the possibility of being sacred. Everything else is dirty, even if you love the person and you’re both enthusiastically consenting.

I think the scene would mean less to me if they had chosen a different song for it.

And yes, I’m fully aware that sex where both parties are in love is not the only kind of sex that can be a positive thing in people’s lives. But for so much of my life it didn’t matter if I was in love with the woman or not. Whatever we did was sinful and degenerate anyway, whether it was just two bodies casually chasing pleasure together, or an expression of deeply-felt romantic love and commitment.

I find it kind of impossible for anyone to get over this scene.

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arsenic-catnep · 2 years ago

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Hiii

could you write to dark yandere daemon❤ aemond❤ aegon❤ let them know that her dear and beloved wife is drinking moon tea to avoid getting pregnant 😖❤ thank you ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ take care 🐞🐞🐞

Hiii

Conent warning: Dark Themes.

Aemond was ecstatic about his betrothel to his wife. He could finally keep what was his to himself.

You however were less than pleased. You knew your days of walking the castle and city alone were over. He would hardly leave your side, and when he did you were locked away tightly in your shared chambers.

Aemond bedded you often, focusing all his attention on you and basking in the sounds you made just for him.

A baby would only hold you to him tighter. You knew you could never bare him a child, or else your last hope of freedom would be stripped away.

You passed a note to a servant, weeks after your marriage. You had asked her to discreetly bring you moon tea once a week.

Aemond luckily did not notice this, the tea was creatively placed on the platter with the rest of the ensemble everytime. You always knew what cup was yours and you were quick to grab it everytime.

Unfortunately for you, the tea arrived early one night. You had just sunk yourself into the bath when you heard glass shattering.

You sat up quickly, and Aemond came storming into the bathroom. He was seething with rage.

"Why? Why would you poison yourself with that shit?!" the prince grabbed your arm and pulled you from the bath.

You gasped at his rough tug and how the cold air hit your wet body. Aemond began dragging you to the bedroom.

"I'm going to put a baby in you and you will give me a son."

Aegon knew he wasn't the best husband, so why would he want to add a child in the mix. He was perfectly happy being with his wife, fucking her as much as he wanted and being completely childless.

Or so he thought.

There was hardly a night when he didn't fuck you, so why was your belly not swelling? Were you infertile? Was he infertile?

No he can't be many servant girls had been impregnated by him, they always drank moon tea to get rid of it though.

Moon tea.

Aegon was mad, did his wife think him so unfit to be a father that she'd terminate her pregnancies without even consulting him?

He rushed to his chambers, startling his wife. "What is it you need?" you ask

"You. You have been drinking moon tea haven't you." he was breathless.

"Yes, you don't want children."

"You never asked me."

"I didn't know I had to."

Aegon would grab your jaw tightly, and drug you into a kiss.

"You're having my baby, I'll make sure of it."

You were married to Daemon on an arrangement. A marriage of politics and not love.

He still bedded you when he would come back from his battles and political meetings.

You were glad he was gone for weeks at a time, it was easy to drink the moon tea and let it take affect.

This did not slip Daemon's mind however. He noticed that even when he would stay with her for months, fucking her nightly, that she never swelled.

Daemon immediately knew what was going on.

"Do you think I'm a bad man?"

He asked you one night while laying in bed.

"No, why would you ask that?"

"Do you think I'm deserving of a child?" he looked at you sternly.

"Of course, where is this coming from?"

"Why is it that you deprive me of one then?" he didn't answer you, continuing his interrogation.

You finally understood what he meant.

"You're never around, the child would never truly know their father." you felt guilty telling him this.

"Then I will stay, I won't ever leave your side unless I absolutely have to. I want you to have my children, and I want those children to know me and love me as much as they love you."

Daemon would start kissing at your neck. You smiled at his adament promise.

"Let's make that baby then."

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sebsxphia · 2 years ago

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bestie i can't stop thinking of Rhett's lil horny ass reaction to seeing his wife's baby bump and plump breasts bc that man worked to fill you up time and time again and it was successful.

The pregnancy sex is to die for. That man is just over the moon.

(I have a soft spot for rhett and his breeding kink bye)

do you know that tiktok of that guy standing up and then going “heugh” and falling to the ground??? that’s exactly how i felt when i read this ask and think about rhett’s breeding kink oh my GOD

He would feel so fucking proud of himself that he finally managed to get you pregnant. All the times he had you bent over the kitchen sink or in the back of his truck have finally paid off and there you are, sat on your shared bed, rubbing lavender oil over your belly and breasts to help with the aching.

You know that pregnancy sex is fucking good! Because you’re so right dear anon, he’s over the moon that you’re full with his baby and therefore will be incredibly attentive to you, making sure all of your needs are addressed before he even thinks about himself. He gets your plump breasts in his face and you whining his name over and over again? He’s ecstatic.

thank you so much for this dear anon!!! 💌 i have all the time in the world for this mans breeding kink, so absolutely send ‘em this way!! 💖 i quite frankly can never get the thought of riding rhett while pregnant outta my head 🤠

#💌you’ve got mail #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x female reader #outer range #lewis pullman

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errythinisblue · 3 years ago

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Hi! You probably don't know me but I utterly adore you and your blog 😍 can you pls sth about dad! Rúben based on a pic where he's like on holiday with his wife and daughter and he's like looking out of the window with his baby, like sharing a really cute moment. Thank youuuuuu I love youuuu ❤❤❤ (I can send you the pic if you want) TONY

OMG you’re so kind, you’re gonna make me emotional my dearest TONY anon! 💓💓💓 you and your request with dad! Rúben have really made my day! LOVE YOU LOTS! And I hope you’ll like this!💗💕

Portuguese holidays.

Rúben Dias x Y/N

Summary: This is how your Portuguese holidays start: surrounded by family and love, in a dreamy house and with a beautiful surprise too.

Warnings: a few sexual innuendos at the end, that’s it!

gif credits to @ruben-dias

Isabel Dias was the sun in yours and Rúben’s lives. She was such a cute little girl, with light brown hair just like her dad had when he was a baby, and the biggest, roundest Y/E/C eyes. She had the same soft look her father had in his brown orbs, and her kindness showed even through her simple actions. She wasn’t even one yet, and you all were completely smitten with her.

Isabel was born last year on the 25th of July, and she indeed was a little Leo girl. She had a strong personality and she was a natural leader, you could already tell as she bossed her dad and uncle around; but that was probably too easy even for her, because Rúben and Ivan fought most of the time to gain her attention. You loved to see how much your baby girl was comfortable around Rúben’s family, and you were absolutely ecstatic at the thought you would be spending all summer, including Isa’s first birthday, with them in Portugal.

You decided it was fair for your little family to be spending the summer holidays in your boyfriend’s home country; you knew how much family meant to Rúben, and how much he missed it when he was in Manchester, since he only had his brother there with him apart from you and Isa. And this showed when you explained your idea to him, because as soon as you asked him what he thought about going to Portugal for the summer, you could see his eyes sparkle with pure joy.

That joy never left his spirit not even for a second; if it was possible it only increased once you landed in Portugal. His parents were already waiting for you at the airport, and you could see their happy faces as soon as they saw you walk towards them: you were holding Isabel by her chubby hands as she was still wobbly on her little legs, since she started taking her first steps not too long ago; Rúben walked by your side with your bags in his hands and his eyes focused on his daughter’s movements, as he encouraged her like he would always do.

“Good job princesinha!” he told his daughter with his high pitched, sweet voice that he reserved just for her, “Look at you, you’re doing so good!”

“C’mon Isa, just a few steps more and you can hug your grandparents, c’mon!” you told her as you caressed the back of her hands with your thumbs, watching as her face scrunched up in concentration, another trait she picked from Rúben.

“Olá Isabel! Hi!” Rúben’s mother showered Isabel with kisses as soon as she was in her arms, “You grew up so much little one!”

Your boyfriend circled your waist with his arm as the two of you were watching the sweet exchange between your daughter and her grandparents; her avós, that was how Rúben called them to try and teach her some portuguese words, even if she was only babbling as for now. Of course it wasn’t the first time they saw her, they were in Manchester with you when Isa was born, but it would always be something special to see them reunite, to see Isabel bond with them and get acquainted with her portuguese roots.

“When did she get so big??” Rúben murmured as he looked at your daughter laughing, as his father tickled her belly.

“I was wondering the same thing really,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder, “she looks so at ease with them.”

“She does!” he agreed, “I wouldn’t want to sound too eager but… do you know what that means?”

“I don’t really, no,” you shook your head smiling as you turned your head to look at him, “but tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours?? I can see the cogs turning.”

“That means that mummy and daddy can finally have some alone time while we’re here,” your boyfriend said, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking down at you, “like… I could whisk you away for a romantic dinner, and we could finally enjoy a real date, only me and you…”

“This sounds so tempting…” you wrapped your hands around his arm, pressing your forehead to his shoulder and leaving small kisses on his warm skin as you inhaled his scent; as you raised your face to look at him again, you bit your lower lip at the thought of finally spending some time alone with Rúben. It felt like you didn’t have a proper date night in forever, between his job and his full working schedule, and the little girl that was still giggling in her grandpa’s arms; the two of you were living off little moments snatched here and there when Rúben was home and Isa was asleep peacefully in her crib.

“It does,” he assured, winking at you, “we could even go tonight if you feel like it, I’m sure my parents won’t mind having Isa with them on her first night here… and there’s Ivan too with them, in case they’d need a hand…”

“Yeah, yeah that would be the perfect way to start our holiday!” you nodded enthusiastically, before a giant yawn escaped your lips, “Might have to take a nap before we go though…”

“Well we can go home now and rest, Isa needs to eat and take her nap too by the way.” he said, pressing his lips to your temple in the most caring gesture ever, “Then when we’re done we can leave her with my parents and go out…”

“Sounds like a plan…” you sleepily smiled at him, intertwining your hand with his bigger one and lacing your fingers together, walking behind Rúben’s parents and watching Isa play with her grandma’s hair.

“Don’t hurt your nana princess.” Rúben warned Isabel as he watched her every move.

“Oh don’t worry Rúben, she’s just playing, she won’t hurt me I’m sure…” his mother smiled softly at him, loving her son’s caring side.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that mum, she’s crazy for hair, she manages to pull on mine too, not to mention on Y/N’s longer ones…” Rúben playfully narrowed his eyes at Isabel while he poked her little nose with his finger, “So be aware of my princesinha…” he joked as Isa was making grabby hands to go in her father’s arms, ending up in yours instead as Rúben had to carry your luggage.

“When we’re home I’ll give you all the cuddles in the world little one, now be good to your mum, because she’s tired okay?” Rúben talked to Isa as you walked side by side, and the little girl in your arms was listening to every word he was saying nodding her head as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

Luckily it didn’t take long for you all to get to the house you rented for your holidays; you didn’t know if it was because you were tired or because you couldn’t wait to get there, but as soon as you stepped inside you fell in love with the place. You were surrounded by white walls and furniture, the wooden floor was a stark contrast to the light colors of the house, but the giant windows enlightened perfectly the space around you. The house was perfect, it was like you always imagined a house in Algarve would be; and you couldn’t wait to spend the whole summer there.

“Do you like it?” Rúben asked you as he left the bags by the door.

“Like it?? Rúben I love it!” you couldn’t contain your happiness, and it showed by the big smile on your lips.

“I knew you would, that’s why I chose this house…” he hugged you and kissed your cheek tenderly, before he pecked Isa’s cheek too as she was still in your arms.

“Do you know how much I love you??” you turned your face towards him, and bumped your nose with his while you looked him straight in the eyes.

“Not more than I love you for sure…” he murmured, almost as if he was out of breath, before he kissed you softly, lovingly on your lips.

That sweet moment between the two of you was cut short by two little hands pushing your faces apart; Isa was looking at you two with a frown on her face, before she dived her head in between yours and Rúben’s faces, in a clear signal she was the one who wanted all the kisses to herself.

“You’re right baby girl, I promised you cuddles, and cuddles it is!” your boyfriend said, circling both you and Isa with his arms and pressing countless kisses on both of your faces.

Once the first cuddles session of the day was over and after you had your lunch, it was time for Rúben to show you what would have been your room for the holidays. As soon as he opened the door, your jaw fell to the floor; you put Isabel down to let her crawl around and explore the room, while you couldn’t believe the beauty you were seeing. The room was full of light, coming from the big windows that were right in front of the bed; a king sized bed, with delicate white linen sheets and what looked like the most comfortable satin cushions, was at your right as you made a few steps in the room in awe of what you were seeing in front of you: the most beautiful view appeared before your eyes, as you stood in front of the window walls.

After Rúben made sure that Isabel was peacefully sleeping in her crib, finally taking her nap, he walked up behind you, taking his hands out of his shorts’ pockets to rest them on your hips.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” he asked you, referring to the ocean view that was displayed in front of your eyes.

“It is, I-I’m speechless…” you stuttered as you put your hands on top of his that were still on your waist.

“I can tell,” Rúben half laughed in your neck, as he pressed kisses here and there on your soft skin, “do you wanna lay down for a bit? We could enjoy the view even from our bed amor...”

“Yeah, I could definitely use some rest…” you whispered as you leant your head back against his chest, closing your eyes as you relished in the feeling of Rúben’s loving touch.

As soon as he heard your words he took you in his strong arms and carried you to bed, gently laying you down before he laid down beside you; he then opened his arms and patted his chest with his hand, inviting you to lay your head on him. And that’s exactly what you did, you curled up against his body, resting your head on his chest that was barely covered by his tank top; Rúben circled your waist with his arms once again, while he left feather light kisses in your hair, and gently lulling you to sleep.

He acknowledged he fell asleep too, only when Isabel started babbling in her crib, waking him up. He never was a light sleeper, but since your daughter was born it was like he had an instinct that told him when she would need him.

When he turned his head towards Isa’s crib, after he opened his eyes, he saw her smiling at him and he felt like his heart was going to burst of happiness. He slowly unwrapped his arms from around you, and kissed the tip of your nose while he removed some strands of hair that had fallen before your eyes; he then got out of bed, shaking his arms that had fallen asleep after they held you in the same position for probably too long. He covered you up with a comforter, thinking you’d need something to stay warm, seen as you would always rely on him to keep you warm, even during summer times.

“Olá bebezinha…” he murmured to Isabel, as she started to jump on her legs, leaning with her hands on the crib’s edge, “Ohh looks like someone wants to get out of her bed now!” he breathed a laugh through his nose making Isabel giggle too, “Shhh little girl, we don’t want to wake mummy yet, do we?” Rúben took your daughter in his arms and smooched her face as she snuggled into his chest.

After they had their faire share of cuddles once again, Isa pointed to the window wall, silently telling her dad that she wanted to stand closer to the window. Rúben laughed at that, thinking that she loved the sea probably as much as you did; he let Isabel stand on her chubby feet and guided her to stand in front of the window, taking small steps just like she did.

He let her stand on her own, as she leaned her tiny hands against the glass while she looked out of the window. He watched her and laughed at her unknown words. Isabel was extremely curious, and she was so smart, Rúben wasn’t really surprised when he looked at her and saw her talking in her own language, while she moved her hands around to point at things, a habit she took from him nonetheless.

“You like the sea hm? Your mummy likes it too…” he told Isabel, sweetly smiling at her as she smiled back at him. As if you heard them talk about you, you silently stirred in your sleep and slowly opened your eyes. You thought you were still dreaming as you observed Rúben and Isabel interact in front of the window; he was sat right beside her, looking at her with the most precious smile on his lips, watching how she was slowly discovering the world that was out of that window wall.

Luckily for you, your phone was laying on the bed right beside you, and you could grab it without them noticing; you couldn’t resist the urge to take a picture of them, as you wanted to capture that moment forever. You snapped countless pictures of the two of them; after you did that, you locked your phone and placed it on the bed once again to watch them and how they were engrossed in each other.

“You know how we call it here? We call it mar.” you heard Rúben whisper to Isabel, while he observed how her facial features showed concentration as she was attentively listening to her dad’s words.

“M-mar?” the word came tentatively out of Isabel’s mouth while she looked out of the window once again.

“Yeah, yeah baby it’s- wait what??” Rúben’s head snapped in his daughter’s direction, as he looked at her with wide eyes.

“Mar!” Isabel replied, giggling this time as she found her father’s face amusing.

“Rúben did she just say her first word???” you shot up to seat on the bed, immediately getting out of it to reach your boyfriend and daughter to fully live that moment with them.

“I-I think she did!” he replied, still seemingly shocked by his daughter saying her first word.

“Isa can you say it again?” you softly asked her as you sat in Rúben’s lap, gently caressing her hair.

She looked at you for a moment, but when she didn’t say a word you thought she was never going to tell that word to anybody that wasn’t her father, she was a daddy’s girl after all and that wasn’t a mystery. That was until she climbed up your legs to sit on your lap, and after you cradled her against your chest, Isabel pointed her little finger to the endless stretch of blue water and said “Mar!”

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes sweetheart, mar! That’s the sea!” you smiled the biggest you could as you heard her speak her first word once again, “You’re so smart little one, such a good girl!” you praised her as Rúben watched the two of you, with his chin leaning on your shoulder from behind and the purest smile ever on his face.

“Looks like I won the bet then…” Rúben murmured in your ear, smirking as he thought back at the bet you two made: you bet Isabel’s first word would have been an English one, while Rúben had a feeling her first word would have been a Portuguese one, ‘pai’ to be precise as he secretly hoped she would have called him ‘dad’ in his mother tongue. And apparently his gut instinct was right, even if the word wasn’t what he imagined it would be.

“Apparently you did…” you said as you leaned your head against him, to let him press a few kisses down your jaw, “But still, she didn’t say ‘pai’.” you sniggered as you made fun of him.

“What do you say about making another bet then?” he lowered his voice almost to a growl as he asked you his question.

“Another? Babe you’ve literally just won this one!” you laughed as you watched Isabel crawl around the room once again.

“Yes, that’s your price to pay for losing. You have to bet against me another time…” he said as his kisses were going down your neck now, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

“What do you wanna bet on then?” you said, almost out of breath.

“I bet that even if Isa didn’t call me ‘pai’ yet,” his breath fanned against your heated skin as he spoke, before you felt his lips brush against your shoulder as he continued, “You’ll call me ‘daddy’ after our date, tonight, when it’s only me and you…”

“I’ll never let you win twice in a day Dias.” you smirked as you looked at him over your shoulder.

“Looks like we have a deal then.” he said, tightening his hold on your hips.

“Deal.”

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