#genni screeches

[gennianydots]

Baby Cow Eyes™️

+BL actors

Bonus:

[scrapyardboyfriends]

The Sharma focus lately made me nostalgic for Gennie and Nikhil so I’ve been watching a bit of 2011 Emmerdale tonight and the difference in quality really is just....alarming? Haha. It’s not even like I like all of the characters or the storylines but it’s just so much more pleasant to watch. 

I mean there are major storylines going on in the part I’m watching: Gennie and Nikhil’s relationship build up, Sarah’s illness, the Barton’s money troubles and Cain and Moira’s affair, Amy’s teen pregnancy, the Laurel and Marlon affair plus the Ashley/Sandy elder abuse story, Aaron getting therapy etc. 

But even with all of that going on, everything feels so much more grounded and fairly lowkey. Even Debbie’s screeching about wanting to have a savior child to help Sarah feels more grounded than anything going on today because they’re actually dealing with the complexities of that. 

Also because everyone is just going about their day. We even actually see people at work. It feels like these stories are just happening naturally in amongst the daily goings on of the village and people’s lives because that’s how it’s played out. It has such a casual vibe compared to today where everything feels so forced and manufactured within an inch of its life. Every moment is so crafted to make these terrible stories happen, nothing feels natural anymore. Or at least very rarely. 

Even just the way people move around each other and interact is just so different. Characters don’t feel isolated. The pub has actual customers (and not just Dingles). Villagers interact outside their immediate circles and their circles are wider. People have friends. The David and Nikhil friendship makes David so much more tolerable. Haha. And Gennie interacts with Katie at home and Laurel and Lisa and Ali at work. Seeing Diane behind the bar again is so comforting. She keeps the pub feeling so much more grounded too with her interactions with Chas and Alicia and Moira all working there. Seeing all of the factory employees interacting in and out of work is nice too. And getting Betty, Alan and Edna just casually going to the pub for their drinks just to add characters to the mix. It’s so nice. 

I don’t know, it all just feels less like I could pick out every moment that would specifically be a spoiler headline. And like, I know they’re there, but a lot of it feels so much less heavy handed. 

And the Gennie/Nikhil slow burn build up is just so much better than all of the couples they just shove together instantaneously these days.

Sigh...it’s just so refreshing to watch. 

[my-shields-are-down]

Chenford ❤️ + argument/sparring

Lucy stands on the kitchen stool, still not quite taller than everyone and yells, “Attention everyone! Gather ‘round! It’s time …”.

“This is complete bullshit! I am again protesting the results of the last semi-final. I did not lose!”

Grey steps in before Lucy can argue with her boyfriend, “Tim - the judges have spoken. Multiple times. YOU. LOST. Now sit down and shut up like a the well-behaved loser you are.” People around them laugh as Tim sits down on the sofa and pouts. Grey turns back to Lucy and nods at her to continue.

Once the room quiets down, Lucy states: “it’s time for the final people! In this corner (she gestures to her left) - we have returning reigning champion Angela Lopez (crowd lightly claps) and in this corner (Lucy gestures to her right), we have upstart-streaking newcomer Genny Bradford who just won a highly contested bout against her brother by split decision. (Crowd cheers and claps as Tim continues to pout).

Let’s go over the rules one last time - there will be three rounds, first round dominant hand, second round non dominant hand, third round whichever you want. First competitor to 2 wins. The goal is to knock the Santa hat off your opponent’s using only the wrapping paper tubes we’ve provided. Ok?! Let’s arm our contestants!”

For the next 5 minutes each “opponent” was dressed in the following - a BBQ apron and one of wade’s ginormous wool winter gloves on their dominant hand which weakened their tube grip. The non-jousting hand was zip tied to the back of their aprons/jeans’ belt loops and each combatant wore ski goggle as eye protection. Lastly, a size too small Santa hat was placed on top of each woman’s head.

Angela was the favorite because she had been playing this game since she could stand against her four older brothers.

While considered to be the underdog, Genny had several secret weapons at her disposal - 1) she was ambidextrous so she was equally strong with both arms; 2) she had dated a fencer for 2 years in college and had several trick moves waiting to be used and 3) she had seen every Elementary episode while on pregnancy bed rest with her second son and had studied up on pate/stick fighting as a result.

Once the women were properly armed and space in the basement cleared- Wade hit play on his daughter’s boom box and “LETS GET READY TO RUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMBBBBBLLLLLEEEEE!” screamed out.

The women nodded at each other and before Angela could step forward, Genny spun on her toes, raising her tube over her head, and then stepping forward to slice her tube down across Angela’s head knocking off her (Angela’s) hat. Genny then stepped back and winked at Angela. Wade shouted “Point to Bradford!”

Angela just stood there dumbfounded, mouth open gaping. No one had ever scored on her so quickly.

The second round, after their arms were switched and reattached to the backs of their aprons, Angela attacked out of the gate, screeching like a trapped wild animal poking and smacking Genny with her tube, putting Genny on the defensive. Genny blocked and ducked and parried Angela’s attacks but never fully engaging, always deflecting and defending.

Until… she noticed Angela’s arm wasn’t raised as high as when they started .. Angela was getting tired.

Genny was not, but she backed up away from Angela pretending to be scared, and then rapidly and repeatedly started hitting Angela on the head, beating the jingle bell on the hat, before doing a bob and weave move to throw Angela off balance making Genny’s parry/lunge to knock off Angela’s hat look like an Olympic fencing move - which it was.

When Angela’s hat hit the floor, there was a moment of silence, of disbelief, before the crowd leapt to their feet and cheered. Genny was handed the “Holiday Troll - Best Sparring” trophy and was celebrated the rest of the night.

P.S. as far as we know, Angela and Tim are still sitting on the sofa in Wade’s basement sulking over their sparring losses.

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My family made up a ton of random holiday games growing up and we’d “duel” or “spar” with the tubes.

[takaraphoenix]

Ah, I would love to give you another prompt 😍 let's see out third boy!

7. "I would push you in front of a train if murder wasn't illegal!"

Thank you, Gennie, you're so sweet! <3

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Gabe had spent the better part of the past seventy years living in New York. He'd made a name for himself there. He had met his husband Berto in New York. This bumbling, chaotic artist who had charmed Gabe nearly right away. They'd lived there together, happy. Both of them.

Until their wedding. Because for their wedding, Berto's entire family came to visit and spending time with all of them together had made Berto realize just how much he missed his family. Wolves were pack-animals, family meant the world to them. The Allegros came from a little town in Italy and both their children had moved to the US after graduation. While he'd focused on his art degree, she had fallen in love, gotten married and started a family. But Berto’s art had brought him to New York, where he had then met and fallen in love with Gabe.

Last time they'd seen Julietta, she had been pregnant with her second child. When Julietta and her family had come to celebrate the engagement with Gabe and Berto, there was a toddler, already crawling around and babbling cutely.

It became apparent to Gabe that Berto would not remain happy in New York, even if he had Gabe. Berto was a family man and his family had just gained a tiny, vulnerable member and Gabe knew it would break something in Berto if he would only be a fun summer vacation uncle.

So while Berto had been distracted by the wedding planning, which he completely threw himself into to a degree that Gabe found endearing and concerning at the same time, Gabe reached out for a real estate agent in San Francisco, to buy the perfect wedding gift for his beloved.

“Tessa Adam, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Kim.”

The first thing Gabe noticed about the tall blonde was her heterochromia. Her right eye was green and her left eye was ice-blue. Stunning. While the name Adam didn't ring a bell, Gabe found himself reluctantly cautious around the gorgeous blonde with heterochromia. Because he was old and he had run into many generations of Niun witches now; an old and powerful witch family known for the heterochromia passed down through generations. While not every person with heterochromia was part of that family, he knew caution was safer. So he offered his most innocent and charming smile as he reached out for Tessa's hand to shake it.

“I have a very specific taste, Mrs. Adam. It has to be spacious, luxurious, with privacy.”

“I think I have just the right place for you.”

/break\

Mrs. Adam truly had found the perfect place for him. A Victorian style mansion with stained glass windows, big, with a big yard where Berto and his niece would be able to play a lot, beautiful interior design, no prying neighbors. And Berto fell in love with it too when he'd met it.

It was perfect. Gabe thought he had done the right thing, given his love what Berto also wanted – to be near his older sister and her family, to be able to spend time with them.

“I would push you in front of a train if murder wasn't illegal!”

Gabe jerked at the booming voice of his husband echoing through the beautiful mansion. He slowly put his cup of blood down to turn and watch Berto stomp into the kitchen, a glare on his face.

“Oh, that is so mature, fratellino!” Julietta's voice was a high-pitched screech as she came storming in after Berto. “You're so childish, you are thirty-five years old, grow up!”

“You're thirty-five years old, grow up,” Berto echoed in a mocking voice.

And then it just turned into a string of Italian curse words being thrown around and Gabe carefully ducked out. Gabriel Kim had been an only child, he'd never had siblings. So he had let himself lead to believe that Berto and Julietta were one heart and soul. He had not anticipated the screaming matches and incredibly childish fights between them. At all.

[nevergonnasimpyoumikey]

You asked about feedback on how your write Amanda and this has been heavy on my heart so I'm going to be honest and say that your most recent fic promises promises made me feel really uncomfortable as a gay man, the whole bleater thing fetishizing male attraction and public displays of affection, the way Amanda and the kids reacted made me feel hopeless and tragic as a male attracted person. Is this how straight people see us? As a laughing stock? I don't think you are a male person attracted to other men and it feels like...I dunno. Sketchy? What is your intention? It made me dread what you're planning next. It made me not want to read any more of shotwthbwgt. Not to mention the screeching evil bitch you made Amanda out to be just to make Trevor seem more desirable. He's as abusive as she is. Next I feel you're going to execute Patricia to get your point across. I hope it all comes together and isn't creepy and exploitative. If you have experienced the kind of stuff you're writing about that's one thing but it feels creepy to me and like it's not meant for gay men but for outsiders. If I'm super out of pocket for this then I apologize. I just had a strong emotional response to it and wondered what your plans for the rest of the fic are. Most of what you've done with Michael is show how embarrassing and shameful it is to be male attracted. The hickey for example. It just feels bad. I'm sorry. Maybe I should keep my mouth shut but maybe I'm not alone. I don't know. Do with this what you will. I hope you keep writing.

Hey! Thank you for the ask! I'll answer this without spoiling the series. The answer is a bit long so I hid it.

- Bleeter plot: This is a parody of Buzzfeed kind of clickbait articles and the kind of people you actually see on Twitter. It does not represent my views about gay people — I write about many things I don't agree with. :') That being said, I definitely was like Gennie as a teen, that's why it's easy for me to write about it. :'D Growth.

- Amanda and the kids reacting to Michael being with Trevor: the series is about halfway through. This is not where this ends! And if it eases your mind: I'm not straight either. :') But I don't think only queer people can write queer characters, so it shouldn't matter what I am.

- My intention is to write a story about Trikey, and my target group is anyone who wants to read about them. :') I can assure you there is no malicious intention if that's what you're suggesting.

- "Not to mention the screeching evil bitch you made Amanda out to be just to make Trevor seem more desirable" It would be helpful to me if you could point out the parts where Amanda can be perceived as these things! Because my goal was the exact opposite: I tried to make her as in-character as I could, and then add some softness (crying, regretting things... what I would do or feel if I was in her situation. Some weakness that we don't see enough of in the game). Yeah, she's not happy, but I don't think she has much reason to be. I also don't think Trevor's that desirable at the moment, having ghosted Michael for a week. :')

- "He's as abusive as she is." Or more. And so is Michael, in my opinion, and he's not thinking they're good people, either. We're only halfway through.

- "Next I feel you're going to execute Patricia to get your point across." It would also be helpful to know what you think my point is because I really don't understand this. :(

- "Most of what you've done with Michael is show how embarrassing and shameful it is to be male attracted. The hickey for example." Hmm... I wrote him to be embarrassed about the hickey (#beenthere) and getting caught cheating. But now that I think about it, Michael as a character has bottled up so much shame and regret that some of it might be showing here. It wouldn't be easy for him to come out and being so violently outed against his will wouldn't help. Either way, that does not mean that I believe being attracted to men is shameful.

I hope this helped a bit and I would like to understand a few of your points better! And of course I will keep writing as long as the words keep coming to me, no need to worry about that! :)

[spookybias]

GENNY !!!!

screeches JUNOOOOOOO

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[artxyra]

Daminette Twins AU | #4

*Big thanks to @northernbluetongue and the anon person that sent me nicknames. I hope you like the way that I used them. Anyhow, I’m pretty sure this AU has taken over my mind right now as I haven’t started any of my other WIPs. 

Drabbles 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 

Genevieve woke up screeching that night. Tear flowing freely down her cheeks. Thomas barges into the room to comfort his twin. He hates seeing her like this as this was a normal occurrence. Genevieve’s prone to nightmares that would haunt a person depending on the dream. Their mother hated that Genevieve inherit the same mindset as her when it came to dreams and would usually comfort the crying girl but since she’s not here, that responsibility landed on Thomas. 

“Hey, hey, it’s not real, Genny.” Thomas comforts soothing the poor twin. She shakes her head, her body shaking. 

Loud knocking pounds against the door causing Thomas to glare at whoever the unwanted person may be. Thomas kisses his sister’s forehead and lays her back down onto the bed. He moves over to the door with a knife in hand. Where that knife came from, you probably wouldn’t want to know. Thomas slowly opens the door. 

“Hey, don’t hurt me. I heard Genevieve’s crying and came to check on her.” It was Jason. Thomas turns to Genevieve then back to the door. He knows that Genevieve’s comfortable around Jason as it was shown a night ago when the anti-hero read to her. Nodding, the nine-year-old opens the door. 

Jason rushes in, immediately pulling the weeping girl into his arms and brings her closer to his chest. Thomas joins the comfort and lays his head against the older man’s shoulder. Genevieve cries herself to sleep. 

“Uh...thank you.” Thomas murmurs, into the sleeves of Jason’s shirt. 

Jason looks at the little Wayne in awe. The boy continues to surprise him. 

“How’s your mom?” Jason asks, after a long pause between the two. 

“She’s amazing. I just wish that she was here with us instead of battling whatever demon decided to plague Paris, right now.” Thomas tiredly mumbles into the anti-hero’s arms. Jason stares at the boy in shock. He was going to asking more questions, but the poor fellow fell asleep on him like a cat. Jason could not move without waking him or Genevieve up. 

I guess I’m stuck here then, Jason thought, before getting comfortable in the insanely large guest bed. 

The next morning, Jason stands awake at the counter in the middle of a discussion with Thomas. Apparently, bonding over knives created a bond between the two before anyone else made their way into the kitchen. 

“So, Marinette actually bought you your first knife.” 

“No, it was Aunt Kagami, actually. I found her practicing her knife-throwing skills one-day and asked if she could train me. Mom through a fit, but once she saw that I was enjoying it, she let it go, and ever since I’ve been using throwing knives.” 

“Yikes kid, how about you and I go out one day to buy knives without your dear ole’ dad breathing down our necks,” Jason suggests, folding his arms and leaning against the counter. 

“I’d like that,” Thomas answers, looking towards the entrance to see Genevieve standing there with one of her shyest smiles ever. “Hey Genny, come join us.”  

Genevieve nods and skips over to her favorite (don’t tell Dick that) uncle and twin. “What you two talking about?” She asks. 

“Todd was showing me his knife collection.” Thomas’ eyes shine causing his twin to chuckle and turn to Jason.��

“When will breakfast be ready?” She questions with a smile. 

“Not sure, Gen. Though, Alfred should be already up if he’s not getting the others up by now.” 

Genevieve looks to Jason with her head tilt to the side. “Gen?” 

Jason nods, however, Genevieve let’s out a soft laugh. Jason turns to Thomas for an answer.

“Uncle Luka already claimed Gen, chose a different one.” Thomas states. 

“Drats!” Jason groans as he pounds his fist against the table. 

“Master Jason, it is too early in the morning for your antics.” Alfred scolds the second oldest of Bruce Wayne’s sons, “Good morning Master Thomas and Miss Genevieve. Do you two have anything in mind for breakfast?” 

Thomas and Genevieve look at each other before deciding together, “Crepes!” 

“Petite Pixie!” Jason calls out. 

“Todd, if you ever call my daughter Petite Pixie one more time, I will end you.” Damian rejects the newly dubbed nickname. 

Genevieve shrugs, “It’s decent, but I think Aunt Kagami would hurt you if you ever call me that.” 

Alfred begins to make the crepes that the twins suggested for breakfast. Thomas looks everywhere but at his father. 

“Thomas, my main man, help an uncle out here.” Jason pleads to his nephew, who only covers his mouth his hand to hide the impending chuckle.  

“So, how did you two slept last night?” Damian asks as his father and the rest of his brother make their way into the kitchen. 

“I slept okay after my nightmare had passed,” Genevieve announces, causing the men to freak out except for Jason and Alfred. 

“What? When?” Dick starts firing questions at the girl who hides behind her twin, scared. 

Thomas growls at the older men, and if it wasn’t for Alfred hiding the knives, there would have been blood drawn. 

“Breakfast is served.” Alfred interrupts, making sure that no damage will be inflicted this early in the morning. 

Everyone gathers in the dining hall for breakfast but not without sending Genevieve concern looks every so often. If it wasn’t for her brother, Genevieve would have scurried off to her room or to the main room to dance.  

Jason kept giving cautious looks to his brothers, daring them to try anything over the table while Damian was conflicted. As much as he wants to comfort his daughter, he could only to so much until the pair feels comfortable around him. 

Alfred hands each of them their schedule for the day and walks out of the room. Genevieve covers her mouth to hide her giggling of the men’s despair while Thomas wasn’t even hiding his infamous inherited Damian Wayne smirk. 

Tag List: @captainmac6 | @mystery-5-5 | @vgirl-10123 | @northernbluetongue | @emjrabbitwolf | @mooshoon | @violatiger8 | @crazylittlemunchkin | @officiallyathiana | 

[genniferkaya]

🚡 - maya, teddy, mason

🚡 - stuck in a zombie apocalypse with, stuck in traffic with, stuck in an elevator with.

❛ Lowkey? I think it would be fun to be in zombie apocalypse with Maya. I think we'd make a pretty good duo, honestly. I mean, I've only met her once, and she was crying - but every team needs a basketcase, right? We'd also make a good team until it was down to either me or her, then I would obviously use her as a distraction. ❜ Genny has mastered the talent of being serious and joking at the same time. There was some truth to that explanation, because survival of the fittest, and all. ❛ Since I've already had the torture being stuck in traffic with Mason before, I'll go with him because this time I'll be better equipped for it. Headphones, a bottle of vodka, and taking about three gravols that will knock me the fuck out so that I don't have to listen to his screeching that he calls singing. ❜ Genny is never going to admit this to him, but she actually LIKES it when Mason decides to do his dumb singing to Adele. Secretly, she has multiple videos on her phone, catching him in the act of passionate crooning. Heaving a dramatic sigh next, she answers least likeable on her list, but not last: ❛ I'll get stuck in an elevator with Teddy. He's boring, but luckily for him, I'm not. I'm sure I can think of something to help us pass the time, ❜ she says, voice becoming suggestive which is only amplified by the coy grin on red lips, ❛ - Like duct taping his mouth shut. ❜

( @mayawollman​ + @teddycarlson​ + @masonhcrtley​ )

[fireteam-dauntless]

A Tale of Two Guardians XVIII

Part 1 of the Destined Series. Chapter 18 : The Breach masterlist

word count : 2.4K tag list : @mail-me-a-snail @basically-nacl

After a short walk down another hallway we came out to a giant hole in the Dreadnaught, and a crashed Cabal warship.  There were bullets flying everywhere, but most of the fight was centralized where the ship had crashed.  We look around in both shock and awe at the spectacle.

“A Cabal ship, Skyburners colors. Must have deployed from Phobos,”  Maverick observed.

The Vanguard channel lit up but only from Cayde’s end.  “Cabal? We’ll deal with them later. Secure that transmat zone,”  the Hunter Vanguard said.

We all headed toward the breach and planted the transmat beacon far enough from the fighting to go undetected and a large enough area for full fireteams to be able to land.  As we start to head back, we all heard the distinctive screech of Hive rifts opening up.  Tomb ships start pouring into the breach.  At least five or six ships came in to drop off a small strike force of Hive.  When the rifts reopened and the Tomb ships began to leave, alarms rang out from the Cabal ship and it let out a small defense force, which included a Goliath tank, to repel the Hive attack.

“Transmat zone is up and running, Cayde,”  Skinner said.

“I’m going to bring our ship around.” Maverick’s Ghost said, to which Skinner’s and my Ghosts agreed and brought our ships around as well.

“Hey Zavala, want to see what a transmat zone on the Dreadnaught looks like?” Cayde said smugly.

Zavala joined the Vanguard channel and his voice was thick with frustration and anger.  “You landed a Guardian on the Dreadnaught without authorization?!”

“And not just a Guardian, a whole fireteam, but that’s beside the point. Oh, and can I have authorization?”

“We’ll discuss this later,”  the Awoken Vanguard grumbled.  “Guardians, destroy that tank, or the transmat zone won’t matter.”

“I’ll bring down some ammo crates down from the ship. You’re going to need them.” My Ghost said.

“Alright, Storm,”  Maverick said and turned to me.  “Have you ever fought a Goliath tank before?” I asked.

“Once… I think.  Honestly, I’m not totally sure.”

“Alright then, Skinner, you take a vantage point up on the broken hull up there.  Storm we’re going to get closer to that tank.”

“But why do we have to get close to that tank?”  I asked.  I would think that we wouldn’t want to get close to that thing.

“Because Skinner is the only one that has long range weapons.  Even then, we’re going to hang back a little and let the Cabal and Hive kill each other.  Who knows maybe they’ll destroy the tank for us.”

Maverick and I hung back behind some Cabal shipment crates and Skinner took position up above the cabal ship, where he was just barely out of sight.  The battle between the Cabal and Hive raged on, but we mainly kept our focus on the Goliath.  Two or three Tomb ships entered the battlefield and buffed the Hive numbers with reinforcements.  It dropped out four or five Ogres and a handful of Knights.

“That tank isn’t going to hold up against those Ogres.” Maverick commented.

“You really think so?” I asked.

“One Ogre sure it’s an easy win for the tank.  But four or five like right now?  I doubt that the tank can kill them all.  Besides, those Ogres have Knight support.”

“Well I hope not,” Skinner said.  “I really want to shoot something.”

“Let’s not attract attention we don’t need,” Mav chided.

“Fine.”

It went on for what felt like hours but after a little bit some of the Ogres began to fall but the tank was beginning to struggle to stay mobile.

“Can I take the shot Mav?” Skinner asked.  We looked up at him and saw the red flare that was his scope.  He was staring down it, likely with his finger already on the trigger.

“Not yet, Skinner.  There’s still too many of them.”

“Ugh. You’re no fun,”  the Hunter complained.

“Fine go ahead get yourself killed.  Then I’ll laugh at you.”

“Okay then, I’ll…”

Before he could finish, the tank began to overheat and then began to explode.

“YAY! Finally I can kill things!”  Skinner said with glee and began to pick off the stragglers

“Alright let’s go and kill the rest, Storm,” Maverick commanded and I nodded.  We headed toward the ship, cutting down the remaining Cabal and Hive with ease.  They were worn out from fighting each other and they certainly didn’t expect to see Guardians coming in to join the battle.  As the last fighter dropped, Zavala came through.

“Guardians, Cayde just briefed us on your… unorthodox mission. Your victory no matter the method is a Vanguard victory. You have our thanks.”

“Everyone loves a bad idea when it works.”  Cayde said.  “Now, excuse me Guardians, I have to go have an uncomfortable conversation with Eris about her ship.  Get home safe.”

We all headed back toward the Hull Breach to call our ships to head home.  As we got up to the Transmat zone, I saw Maverick run off into a little crevice.  I followed him, mostly to make sure he didn’t get himself killed.  This place was crawling with Hive still.

"Whatcha got there Mav?" I asked him when he stood and turned around.

"Oh you know a small souvenir for home"  He said and waved a small piece of something in front of me.

"Yeah… okay sure.”  I let it slide as we walked back up to the trasmat zone, but my voice was obviously cynical.

We all got in our respective ships.  I collapsed in my chair and pulled off my helmet.  “Ugh, I still smell like Hive,” I complained to my Ghost.

“Something else is bothering you, isn’t it?”

I paused for a moment and sighed.  “It’s just… what Maverick said back there.  That’s all.  I can’t stop thinking about what he said, that he thought he killed Crota.  He said that his team failed and that was why he lost them.  I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry about it, Guardian,”  my Ghost said.  “I’m sure it was just a slip of the lip or something.

The private channel lit up and Maverick started talking as we entered slipspace back to the Tower.  "Good shit guys, now let's go home and take a much needed break."

"I couldn't agree more." Skinner said.

“I just want to shower,”  I said disdainfully.  “I smell like Hive from that stupid ship.”

Maverick and Skinner both laughed loudly.  “Yeah, I think we all do,”  Maverick said.  “But at least you two can do something about it.”

We all exited the channel as we got into range of the City.  We landed in the Tower and were greeted by Cayde.

“There’s my favorite Guardians!” He exclaimed as we gathered.  “Now that we have other Guardians landing, we can do a little more to find out about the Skyburners that crashed into the Dreadnaught and how to take down Oryx.  Zavala agreed to let you guys get a few days off since you just risked more than your lives to do this for me.  Now, I have to hide before Eris kills me for letting her ship get destroyed.  Bye!”  He waved off and started to run away.  

We started to walk back up to the Tower plaza, and Skinner wrapped an arm around each of our shoulders.  “Look at us, getting ready to kill a Hive God.  It feels great to be back in the field again.”

“Yes, it does,” I agreed and pulled Skinner’s arm from around me. 

“I’m going drinking tonight, who wants to come with me?”  Skinner had an excited look on his face like a kid in a candy store.

“I’ll pass,”  Maverick said.

“Same here.  I’ve got a painting to finish up and some pent up aggression to let out on the annoying white walls of my new place.”

“Okay, I get it, no one wants to get drunk with me.”  Skinner waved off and took the elevator down to the City, and closed the doors before we could get inside.

Maverick and I stood side by side now, and the silence between us was a little tense.  I shifted a bit uncomfortably.  

“What’s wrong?”  he asked me quietly.

“It’s nothing,”  I said in a soft voice.  “I just… can’t stop thinking about what you said about Crota.  You told me you and your team failed, so wouldn’t that mean he’s alive?”

Maverick sighed.  “Yes.  We did get to battle him.  That’s how I knew we had to use the sword.  But… it’s complicated, okay?”

I laughed softly.  “I understand complicated, don’t worry.”

I started to walk away, but Maverick grabbed onto me.  I stopped and turned to face him.  His crimson eyes stared into mine and his mouth was opened a bit like he wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn’t come out.  “Genny…”

“Yes?”

“How would you feel about going away from here for a few days?”

I stared at him in both shock and disbelief.  I could feel my cheeks warming with blush.  “I’m sorry?”

“Do you want to get away from the Tower and the City for a few days?  With me?”  His voice shook for a moment like he was trying to get the words out right.  Was a senior Guardian really asking me to go out on a date with him and just disappear for a few days together?

I blinked a couple of times and smiled softly.  “Of course,” I said quietly.  “I’d love to.”

His entire composure relaxed and his grip on my arm loosened.  “Good.  Meet me in the hanger tomorrow morning.  I’ll let you go and get whatever you want done.”

“But… Where are we going?” I asked before he could walk away.  

He turned back to me and grinned.  “Venus.”

I smiled wide.  He and I both loved Venus for different reasons.  “Okay.  I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

I took the elevator down to the Last City and walked home.  The moment I walked inside I stripped off my armor and took a nice long hot shower until I couldn’t smell Hive on my hair.  I pulled on some loose fitting clothes and sat down at my easel.  My painting of Maverick was almost finished, so I called in an order for some spicy ramen from the shop down the road, then sat down and got to work.

About twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door.  I set down my brush and wiped my hands on my paint-stained pants to clean them off.  I opened the door, money in hand, but it wasn’t the delivery guy.  

“Maverick!”  I exclaimed and my cheeks instantly flushed.  I was in a paint stained white shirt and gray sweats, and I could feel the paint that ended up on my cheek and forehead.  “I didn’t know you were coming by.”

“Well, I tried to reach you, but your communications must be off.”

I shrugged.  “I asked my Ghost to block out all calls, I didn’t want to be distracted.”

“Oh, sorry,” he apologized.  An awkward silence fell between us for a moment.  “Um… can I come in?”

“Oh!  Of course!  Sorry, I was waiting for food to get here when you knocked and now everything feels super awkward.”

I let Maverick in, and I could feel my face heating up quickly.  I knew he was going to see the painting and my brain was going into panic mode as I closed the door.  “Ghost,” I whispered quietly through my teeth.  “Why didn’t you tell me he was trying to call me?!”

She just stared at me.  “You said you didn’t want to be bothered by anyone!”

“Yes!  Exactly!  Maverick tends to show up if I don’t answer or call him back!  Ugh, forget it.”

I followed Maverick into the living room and sure enough, she was standing in front of the easel, staring at the painting.  I bit the inside of my cheek as he turned to look at me, and ducked my head down to hide my flushed face.

“You…. You’ve been painting me?”  He asked quietly.

I shifted a bit uncomfortably and pulled the neckline of my shirt back over my shoulder.  “Yes, but… I didn’t want you to just find out about it…”

“Storm…”

Just then the doorbell rang and I held up my hands.  “Hold that thought, my food is actually here now.”  I turned and made a beeline for the door faster than I’ve run away from hoards of Thrall.  This embarrassment was worse than being chased by an angry Ogre.  I paid the man and took my ramen into the kitchen.  I set everything down on the counter, but before I could reach for a bowl Maverick appeared behind me and gently turned me around to face him.  I was still blushing madly and I looked away from him.  He knows me better, so he caught my chin and made me look at him again.  

“Storm… I like it,” he said quietly as he brushed some of my silver white hair out of my face.  “I’m not mad or anything like that.”

“I-I know,” I stuttered quietly.  I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his hand.  “I just… I wanted to show you once it was completed.”

Maverick placed his hands on my hips and lifted me up until I was sitting on the countertop.  Our faces were level with each other now and he ran a hand through the back of my hair.  “Don’t worry,” he said quietly.  “I still want to see it when it’s done.”

“Mav…”

“Don’t speak.”

“Why are you here?”

He paused a moment and gazed down.  “Let’s just say Zavala called a meeting with me after you left and I hate sitting in debriefings.”

I smiled a bit and held his face in my hands.  “Well, you are always welcome here.”

“Good.”

Before I could respond to him, he grabbed onto my wrist so I wasn’t holding his face anymore, leaned in and kissed me.  I stiffened for a short moment out of surprise, but then melted into him, like ice into fire.  His kiss was warm and gentle, compared to his grip on my sides, which was like iron.  As if he was scared that if he let me go then I would slip away.

When we parted, I placed my hand on his chest.  “Mav…” I whispered softly.  “I am not going anywhere.”

“Thank you.”

“But I would like to eat something before I keel over from starvation because I am fucking hungry.”

He laughed aloud and helped me down from the counter.  “Okay, I get it.  I’ll leave you be now.  See you in the morning, Storm.”

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Choking On Sapphires 68

Title & Song: What Kind Of Man

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count: 9400+

Summary:   Alfie breaks a promise to Genevieve, causing their worst fight yet. When she threatens real repercussions against him, he finds himself being the one doing the begging for the first time. Her need for control turns into a good old fashioned hate fuck. They find themselves a new way to solve their arguments and a new understanding of boundaries in their relationship.

Warnings/Tags: Explicit Sexual Content. Strong Dom/Sub roles and reversals.Bondage.Blindfold and rope Sub Alfie with a touch of Dom. Dom Gen with a touch of Sub. Fluff, Angst. Arguing/Fighting, yelling, forceful physical restraint and shoving while fighting. Emotional manipulation. They’re both unstable.But I love them and their flaws.

**Chapter song is What Kind Of Man by Florence + The Machine.**

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Alfie had made some questionable decisions in his day. He was aware of this. But now those decisions involved you. Some you knew about, others you didn't, and on this day one that you did not know about, and for good reason, was going to cause a fight that would bring him to his knees.

He sat in his office, eyes miles away, fingers picking through his beard as his mind raced.

"You ain't 'eard from 'em?" he asks Ollie for the third time this hour.

"No, sir, they're set to call your office phone anyway."

"It's been too long." he grumbles, eyes moving to the silent phone on his desk. "She shoulda been outta that meetin' and on her way home by now." he slumps and rests his forearms on his desk.

"Maybe there was more to discuss than Abeille? Or another meeting after she'd added on?" Ollie offers, trying to be helpful.

"You suggestin' I 'ont know how to keep tabs on me own woman?" he glares over to the tall younger man, who now had eyes wide with fear and apologies.

"I wasn't-" he begins his head shaking back and forth when the phone rings.

Alfie doesn't take his eyes off Ollie, a low brow still berating him wordlessly. "'Ello?" he answers.

"Boss... uh... you should be goin' to the missus house as soon as ya can." the stuttered and rushed words of one of the men he'd sent to tail you around town for protection make him stomach tighten.

"Why?" he demands in a flat and authoritative tone.

"She knows about us." he says, catching his breath.

"And how the fuck would she know? What'd you do? What took you so long to fuckin' call?" he commands.

"It went south quickly. Roddy was shot and I had to take him to the hospital." he hesitantly answers.

"Fuckin' shot? What about her?" his eyes go wide with worry, his free hand placed on the top of his desk, body already wanting to dart for the door.

"She's fine. We got in in time to help her out. They had her outnumbered but... she fuckin' gave it to 'em that's for sure."

"What the fuck happened?" he asks forcefully.

"From what I gathered, with her screamin' at us 'n all. The people she's meetin' with saw us tailin' her. We didn't pull up 'til after she was in like you said. But they thought she was tryin' to ambush 'em and they went off on 'er. We heard gunshots and ran in. Then she held us by gunpoint and made us tell her who we were." he says in a fast and panicked way.

"You fuckin' useless wankers." he groans, rubbing between his eyes. "I told you not to fuckin' tell her who you were!" he shouts into the phone.

"She was gonna shoot us sir! She even cut me up a bit to get me to talk!" he says in a high pitched desperate voice.

"I 'ont care." he spits out. "That's what ya fuckin' hazard pay is for ya fuckin' lot 'a bellends." his voices rises and falls, knowing he was going to be met with the same fate now. "You two are back on fuckin' cleanin' duty when you get back 'ere. You understand?"

"Yes sir." he says with a sigh.

"Right. Now I gotta go deal with what you fucked up." he sits the phone done on the receiver like it weighed a ton. He shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath and rises to get his coat.

"That didn't go according to plan I take it?" Ollie asks.

"Ya got anymore daft fuckin' useless questions?!" he shouts in his face, shoving him out of the way to walk through the doorway.

Ollie shuts up and lets Alfie have his space before going back to work.

On the long drive to your place, he's left trying to figure out how to navigate this unfortunate turn of events. You would be furious. He knew that. He also knew he couldn't make you understand the reason he had men follow you in the first place. You were too precious a thing to him to lose. He wasn't going to let you get snatched up in broad daylight or attacked while you shopped at the market if he could help it. The tails had only been a way to keep you protected but he knew you wouldn't see it that way. He couldn't live without you and if he didn't do everything he could to keep you safe he'd never forgive himself.

"He's here." you hear Claire say with a heavy sigh as you're standing in the garden, fuming, thinking of all the things you wanted to scream at Alfie while you ripped him apart. You say nothing and walk briskly past her. "He's in your bedroom!" she calls out, shoulders hung low as she knows whatever is about to happy won't be pretty.

With no hesitation you move your overworked muscles towards your room, throwing your door open and slamming it shut behind you, your dressing gown shifting with your fast and certain movements. He sees your face and prepares for the onslaught coming his way.

"Genevieve I can explain." he begins, hands up in surrender as you stomp towards him like an angry bull.  When you reach out and slap him open handed across his face it catches him off guard. His head stays turned, eyes wide as he processes the hit. He tried to keep his face indifferent but the pain made him want to fire back at you

"I almost DIED because of you!" you scream at him, brow low and hard, face set in a tight, furious expression as your eyes bore into him.

He turns his head, eyes shifting to you first to take you in, seeing scrapes and bruises he didn't expect. He had been told you were fine, and this was not the untouched story he'd been sold. "You should know that would never be my intention, pet." he tries to soothe you with pet names even though he knows it won't work.

"But it was your intention to lie, yes? To have me tracked like a fucking animal without telling me?" you shove him and his legs hit against the end of your bed.

"I wanted to keep ya safe, love, I-" he talks with his hands, punctuating his points.

"That's a load of shit and you know it!" you growl, leaning in closer.

"No it's not, yeah?" his voice finally rises,and your postures straightens, ready to hear what he had to say in terms of defending his stupidity. "I had them follow you to keep an eye on you."

"Because you don't trust me?" you cross your arms as your voice evens out, head tilted at him.

"Course not! I didn't want someone tryin' to snatch ya up or fuckin' trappin' ya in some fake meetin' because 'a ME." he sells the last word heavily.

"But you can lie to me? Funny how that reasoning works with you." you spit out.

"I didn't lie I just didn't tell you." he groans.

You shove him again. "You fucking horse's arse!" you shout. "So full of shit!" you ball up your fists. "Can't even take responsibility for your actions!" you look down your nose at him with digust.

"I am not ya fuckin hell cat!" he shouts back. "Come down off ya fuckin' pedestal and join the rest of us in the fuckin' real world Genny! I did it to keep you safe because there are men out to KILL YOU, RIGHT?! Because of ME! If somethin' happened to you that I coulda stopped, do you think I could live with that?!" he put his hands to his chest in defense of himself, his anger cracking to show the concern that birthed his lies.

"And I almost died TODAY because of YOU. They saw the men trailing me pull up, they asked me who they were and I didn't know BECAUSE OF YOU! They thought I was lying and I had a gun pulled to my fucking HEAD because I was left in the dark. YET AGAIN!" you scream and get in his face and he holds his ground against you.

"I ain't gonna apologize for tryna keep ya safe!" he barks.

"We've had this argument before Alfie. Don't you remember? The one where I threatened to fucking KILL you if you did it again?!" you ask with an eerie calm to your words, his chin dropping in control of his emotions.

"Of course I fuckin' remember! I-" begins with an already exhausted look on his face.

"THEN WHY DID YOU DO IT AGAIN YOU DAFT FUCKING MAN?!" you screech, shoving him. "Why must you continuously prove to me that you can't fucking listen? That you don't actually respect my abilities or my space. Because if you fucking respected me you would LEARN from your mistakes. You PROMISED me that night that you wouldn't pull this shit again and what did I tell you?" your voice is loud and has grown a crowd outside your closed door. Aggie is in tears and Claire's muscles have never been so tense.

He opens his mouth to speak and you cut him off.

"I told you not to make me regret my mercy." you snap. "And what have you done, huh?" your voice rises again.

"I'm sorry Genevieve... I-" he leans forward and thinks to reach out to touch you.

"OH NOW THERE'S AN APOLOGY!" you laugh wildly, turning from him with your arms in the air in disbelief of his actions. "I can't believe I fucking trusted you." you shake your head slowly before turning back to him. "Everyone was right about you weren't they? Don't believe a word he fucking says, they told me. And I thought you loved me and I was fucking stupid enough to fall for you and your lies."

"I do love you, Genevieve," he says with downcasted eyes and slumped shoulders. "I do love you, that's why I did it!" he states with an open mouth like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"If you loved me you would've TOLD ME!" your resolve begins to break and your lip trembles before you can turn from him.

"I did it because I can't lose you, do ya not see that?!" his voice rises, giving away his desperation.

"If you were truly worried about losing me you wouldn't have had me tailed without my knowledge. Even putting today's events aside in which YOUR actions almost got me KILLED, your actions are grounds for me to leave you." your voice cracks.

"Genevieve you don't mean-" he shakes his head slowly.

"DO I NOT?!" you scream into his face. He reaches out to touch you and you smack his arms away. "Don't you dare fucking touch me." you growl and his face winces, jaw going tight. "If I killed you it would be too obvious. So the next step down is to leave you isn't it?" you bite out. You don't believe what you're saying, not really, but you want to hurt him as much as he's hurt you.

"Don't talk like that love." he says softly, shaking his head. "I only risked doin' that because if somefing happened to you that I could've prevented I couldn't live with meself." he says, chin down and eyes lifted up to yours, voice cracking as you watch the lump in his throat grow. "I can't lose you. I didn't want you hurt. Today was an absolute fuck up on my behalf, yeah? I never meant to make you think I didn't respect you. I was tryin' to take extra precautions to keep ya safe. It did not work. I'm sorry! You have to see that I love you, Genevieve, and that's why I did it." he leans his face towards you to sell his words to you.

"And your love includes going directly against anything I've ever asked of you?" your voice is raspy, fighting back emotion, hearing the surprising softness of his own in his pain. "Why would I stay with a man who would keep me in the dark? You say you had me trailed to keep me safe but do you not see how it also leaves me to believe you don't trust me?"

"I do trust you, love. I do. That were never a part of it, yeah? It was only for extra protection."

"Then you should have asked me!" your voice high pitched.

"And your stubborn arse would've said no!" he says loudly, his face slack and eyes wide, palms up in exhaustion. "Then I would've bloody gone 'n done it anyway wunnit I?" he shakes his head. "Because as long as you're mine, I will do anyfing and everyfing in my power to keep you safe!"

"So you're telling me that you would ignore my wishes?" you say, your disgust clear on your face.

"I thought it better to ask forgiveness than permission." he admits.

"My capacity for it has its limits. You fooled me once Alfie... you don't fucking get to do it twice." you scold, leaning in towards him.

"I'M SORRY, RIGHT?!" he shouts back, arms out at his sides. "I 'ont know how else to fucking tell you I did it because I fuckin' love you and I can't fuckin' live without you so I YEAH I would go against your wishes because you aren't always right, Genevieve." he barks back.

Your mouth falls open and you glare at him. "Get out." you whisper.

"No." he says defiantly.

"Get the fuck out of my house." you hiss, fists balled and eyes trying to hide your frustration with the situation. You wanted to hurt him, you wanted him to cry and hurt. Not be this controlled man you saw in front of you. You wanted to rip him to pieces. You wanted him to learn his lesson.

"Genevieve no... please..." he says with a heaving chest, moving towards you even though you smack his hands away as they touch you.

"Get out." you begin to cry. He reaches for you, holding you tight by the arms and you whimper. "Stop it Alfie." you continue to try to push him away but in your emotional state you can't fight him off. "You don't love me. You're mad. What sort of man acts like this when he's in love?" you choke out with a face showing your hurt. "You don't love me." you bite out at him.

"I do. I'm as mad as a fuckin' hatter for you, Genny, that's why I do things like this." he says softly, trying to bring the energy down. "I can't even think straight when it comes to you, love, I think of you as mine already, you know 'is." he nods his head to drive his point home. "I know you're hurt and I'm sorry. But I would be a shell of who I am now if I lost you." he says leaning in close to your face, you see in his eyes he means it. "I'll do anyfing, Genevieve, what do you want? What do you need from me because I 'on't fuckin' know." he asks quietly, seeing your face soften but your brow stays hard in defiance.

You swallow hard, taking a deep breath. You didn't want him to be without you as much he didn't want it. You wanted him to pay though. He deserved some sort of punishment for what he'd done. You say nothing and look away from him.

"Please, Gen, I'm sorry. Let me prove it to you, yeah? I'll work to earn your forgiveness." he takes your face into his hands and when you let him he feels a weight off his shoulders. "Let me show you I only react in such a way out of love." he says softly, a kiss to your forehead that your body reacts to. "Let this make us stronger, eh? We were due for a good fight weren't we? Two people like us can't go without blowin' up from time to time can we? You're too passionate to be contained, love 'n I know you're angry but can I do anything now, in this moment, to ease it? Just don't you dare talk about leavin' me." he finishes gently, thumbs rubbing across your cheeks.

You both fall quiet, an air of desperation hangs around you. "You did it because you're afraid of losing me?" you ask of him.

"Terrified." he whispers. "Only thing I'm afraid of." he shakes his head.

You take in a deep inhale. "What would you do if you lost me?" you ask.

"Burn down the whole fuckin' city to get to whoever did it. I'd be the most miserable fuckin' man anyone ever had the unfortunate chance to meet. I'd be left to get swallowed up in my hate cause I'd lost my love, wouldn't I?" you stare into his eyes and you find nothing but honesty there now.

"Do you need me Alfie?" your voice is breathy as you shut your eyes.

"Like air." he whispers.

"And you love me?" he watches over your soft face, your chest rising and falling slower now as you speak.

"Infinitely." he answers.

"And you're mine?" your brow furrows as you ask.

"I am."  You feel the warm feeling wash over you.

"Tell me you're mine. No one else's." you shake your head subtly.

He gives to your wishes without hesitation. "I am yours, my love. There is no one else in my eyes but you."

You open your eyes again and he finds them dark and dilated. You feel a power come over you, hearing a strong man like him give in. You knew what you needed from him now. "Get on your knees." you say in a clear, flat voice.

He narrows his eyes in question, side-eyeing you for a moment.

"I'm going to have you earn your forgiveness," you state slowly. "Get on your knees." you say with more a command to your tone.

He lets your face go, eyes staying locked on yours as he kneels slowly, uncertainty clear in them.

You run your hand through his hair, looking over his handsome face. "Take your coat off." you tell him gently. He follows what you ask. You rake your nails from his scalp to his neck, hands rubbing his shoulders and resting on them. "Apologize."

"I'm sorry." he says quickly.

You move back to his hair, feeling the thick softness and humming. "Do you think I'm weak Alfie?" your voice inflects upward.

"No of course not." he says earnestly.

"But yet you behave as if I am. That would make YOU the weak one wouldn't it? Only weak men try to control their women." you pout. "My Alfie isn't weak." you state harshly.

"It is not weak to admit what I need, love." he says with a deep voice, a subtle shake of his head.

You give him a subtle smile, a gentle pat to the cheek. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, Alfie. I don't think you're going to be happy about it." you purse your lips down at him. "But then again... you might." you shrug.

He takes a deep breath, starting to understand what you were doing. He wasn't sure about it but he was willing to keep his word that he'd do anything. "Do what you want. If it's to keep you I'll take it with a fuckin' smile if ya wish." he gives a confident nod of his chin up towards you.

"That's a good boy." you pat his cheek and run your thumb over his lips. "Not going to get you out of being punished though." you give a sly smile and turn from him to walk to a trunk that sat against a wall next to your armoire. You open the lid and stand and pick your nails as you hum in thought. "What to do... what to do..." you say in a melodic tone.

He watches you with curious eyes, trying to keep his face indifferent.

"Seeing as it's your first time..." you speak to yourself, reaching down to take a soft, woven rope from the trunk and a ribbon of satin. "Hurting you physically isn't what this is about." you say, walking over to him with a swing to your hips, a look of superiority on your face. "Isn't even about sex. Not really." you say with a nod, running your fingers through his hair and turning them into a fist, giving it a firm tug. "Everything in the world is about sex, except sex itself. Sex is about power." you tell him with a cold appearance, pulling his head back. "And you are a powerful man. But you're going to yield to me." you state flatly, leaning down closer to his face, hand yanking on his hair.

"I told ya, I'm yours." he answers. You could never deny that he wasn't a smart man. He could've been the smartest you knew and never short on cleverness.

"You are mine. Now get on this bed." you give a sharp nod, tugging him up by his shirt collar and sitting him down. "You're going to do as I say. You're going to listen." you bite your words at him, smacking his nose like a scolded pup. "You're going to prove to me you can. You're going to give me your power and I'm going to use you and punish you however I please. Do we understand?" you stand up straight as you speak and unbutton his shirt.

"Yes, love." he sighs out.

"No." you give a stern smack to his cheek. "No love, no darling, no pet names. You call me Miss until I tell you otherwise. You haven't earned calling me yours again. I'm not yours again yet." you speak low and concise at him, his eyes blinking rapidly to try to subdue his instincts to talk back. When he goes without speaking for too long you twist on of his nipples and he flinches. "Answer me." you loudly demand.

"Yes Miss." he grunts out, wanting to rub the spot of sudden impact but you're roughly yanking his sleeves off his arms.

"Kick off your shoes." you order, taking his shirt and picking up his jacket, laying it over the back of a chair. "Much better." you exhale out, nails raking down his bare arms. You untie the sash around your waist, letting your dressing gown fall open just slightly. You see his nostrils twitch, his eyes move down your body and you grab him firmly by the chin. "You don't get to watch me do these things to you. This body is mine, not the other way around. You don't get to gaze at this feminine form while you're being punished." you shake his chin and put the satin ribbon across his eyes. "Have you ever been blindfolded Alfie?"

"No Miss." he answers with clear disapproval to his voice.

"That's surprising," you say out loud in reflection. "Has a woman ever tied you up before?" you ask with a sweeter tone.

"No. Never wanted to be put in a vulnerable position." he forces out in a stubborn mumble.

You let out a dark chuckle at his expense. "I supposed you should've behaved and kept it that way then, hmmm? Because you're going to be vulnerable for me." you coo, bending over the bed and encircling his elbows and wrists pulled together with the soft rope. You preferred the harder, rougher rope yourself but you didn't want to leave visible marks on him after the fact. "Have you ever heard of Kinbaku?" you ask while forming the intricate patterns across his forearms.

"No." he says softly.

You bend his pinky back as he's already forgetting the rules.

"Fuckin', MISS, No. Miss." he rushes out.

"He's learning." you say in a patronizing tone. "It's the art of tight binding with rope. It's about the beauty in the art of restraint. I learned from a very knowledgeable woman during my time in Berlin." you explain, knotting his arms together, forcing his chest out and his back straight as he grunted. "This isn't some sailors knot you boys brought home. You won't be getting out this." he hears the threat in your voice. "Go ahead." you say with a humourous lilt and you stand in front of him, hands on your hips, opening your dressing gown to expose your naked body underneath. "Try." you challenge him.

He grunts, jaw tight and shoulders shifting almost falling onto his side in his attempt.

"See? Not going anywhere," you say condescend, bopping his nose. "And what good news for me." you let out a slow, deep laugh, spreading his knees and standing between them, letting your hands roam over his shoulders and down his arms slowly. "Truly a shame you have to have such an appetizing body when you have such a habit of poor behavior." you sigh and pout, fingers dragging down his stomach to the tops of his trousers. "All I want to do is love and fuck you Alfie I don't know why you can't just behave and let me do that without having to do things like this." your voice is whiny and lazy, reaching and twisting his nipples as he flinches and grunts. "Making me deny both of us. Making me take time out of my busy schedule to fucking train you like some dog." you knock his chin with the back of your hand. "And such a stubborn mutt." you scold, a smack to both his cheeks. You change your tone and touch to sweeter, lighter to begin overwhelming him. "But he is so handsome. Except for all that sneaking he's a good pup isn't he?" you run your fingers through his beard.

"I fuckin' try, Miss." he answers gruffly, his frustration evident.

"Try harder." you command, slapping his chest firmly, making him press his lips together. "If you want to keep me you'll try harder." You put your lips to his and speak. "I will not tolerate this machismo shit that you're trying to pull on me. I won't. I don't care if I fucking love you, I'll live without you out of spite. I've built my whole life around spite and don't think you're immune just because I love your stubborn arse." He feels the more heartfelt expression in your voice as you speak closely and harshly to him.

"So you would still love me?" he says softly, you back away, his lips parted just slightly as he waits for an answer.

"I will love you until the day I die, Alfie. But don't think that means you can do what you want and get away with it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss." he whispers.

"You will ask me before doing these things. Even if it means a fight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Because I would rather you tell me and then do it, over not telling me. It's the transparency I need, Alfie. I won't have secrets that could hurt us kept between us." you lift up his chin to your face. "It's a matter of my safety and yours now. This isn't some young love where the only effects of our lies are hurt feelings. It's life or death now. Like it was today. And we might not be so lucky next time. I know you understand that."

"I do, Miss."

"So can you promise to tell me things, even if they hurt me? Even if I want to hate you? Because if you tell me the truth I will be able to forgive you eventually. Unlike now."

"I will. I promise, yeah? I hate seein' ya upset."

"I do not need coddled Alfie. I've said this before. I am not a child, I am not naive. You tell me the bad. Not only the good. I can take it. I might scream and lash out but wouldn't you prefer that to me leaving you?"

"I'd prefer anyfing to that." he sighs out and you're touched by the soft tone.

"Then let your actions show it. I don't give second chances Alfie, and here I am. My daft, softened heart giving way for you to learn a lesson without forcefully breaking yours."

"Thank you, love -Miss." he winces and waits to be hit but it doesn't come. "I promise to keep in mind you are not a fragile little thing to keep guarded in a box."

"Is that how you truly want me, Alfie? To be a kept little porcelain figurine on your shelf with no personality, no ambitions but to sit and be beautiful?"

"No, I love that you're fuckin' mad." he shakes his head and you see a charming grin come across his face. You slap his face and it stays. He can't see the entertained look on your face.

"Don't push it you hound." he hears the amusement in your voice. "You don't want someone so easily broken do you?" you ask softly, sliding your leg up on the bed next to his.

"I do not." his voice dips low, keeping a grateful softness.

"And neither do I." you hiss, straddling his lap. "But I'm going to try to break you today." you graze your nose against his. "I'm going to tease and hurt you and you're going to do what I say because you want me happy don't you? Wasn't that what all this lying was about? To keep me happy?"

"It was, truly, love. When you're upset I feel like I've failed you somehow."

"Oh you sweet pup." you scratch into his beard. "You're going to make me very happy right now then aren't you? Be a good boy for me and perhaps I'll be good to you. IF you earn it."

"I am, Miss. I want ya to be good to me. I wanna be good to ya." he says earnestly.

"In time." you say happily, glad he can't see the smile on your face. You let your dressing gown fall behind you to the floor and press your bare skin against his chest. His chest rises and falls dramatically as he comprehends what's going on. "Now I want to tease you." you say, lifting your breasts and rubbing your hard nipples against his chest. "You can't touch me with your hands like this. All tied up like a present for me. I know you must hate that." you laugh softly. "Having to imagine what I look like, completely naked and rubbing against you like this." You lift your self and press your breasts to either side of his face and he groans, moving his face to nuzzle against them. You sit down hard on his lap and he groans in pain. "I didn't say you could do that." your voice turns darker again and he swallows loudly. "This is for me, not you." you inform curtly. You rise again, batting him about the face with your breasts, knocking his head from side to side. "You love these big tits of mine don't you Alfie?" you purr.

"I fuckin' do, Miss." he groans, licking his lips.

"What do you like about them?" you keep pressing them to his face, your arms around his head from time to time, smothering him in them and going back to teasing your hard nipples to his bare skin.

"What's not to fuckin' like? Can I be crude, Miss?" he asks.

"You are learning and I am impressed." you chirp. "You may." you give him a good scratch to the chin for his behavior.

"They're fuckin' huge, love. I just wanna fuckin' smother to death in 'em. And the weight of 'em against me is just... I fuckin' think about 'em all the time. Want my mouth on 'em to show you how much I want you. The way they bounce when I fuck you and you ride me... fuck. When you're cold at night and I pull you against me and feel those perfect little brown nipples hard against me. And fuck me, the noises you make when I suck on your tits, love, it makes me so fuckin' hard I can't think 'bout anyfing else." he lets out a long exhale.

"Keep talking like that and you'll be rewarded." you give him a single chaste kiss to the cheek. "You want them in your mouth?"

"Fuck, yes, love." his shoulders slump.

"Open your mouth." and he does as you command. "But DON'T you dare move your lips." you say, placing one of the hard peaks, tracing it around his lips and he pants, shoulder shifting as he wants to touch you. "I bet you wish those big paws of yours were free to pull me into your mouth don't you?" you purr.

"Yes, Miss" he groans.

"Too bad." you state flatly. "Stick out your tongue." you rub your nipple against the warm, wet surface and hum. "I do love it when you suck on these big tits Alfie. It makes me so wet." you whisper, a taunting smile on your face as you watch him try to not struggle against his bindings. You lower your hips down, taking them away from his mouth. "And it makes you hard doesn't it?" you state as you move your hips against his, feeling him growing beneath you.

"It does." he groans, his mouth and tongue stuck out searching for your skin.

"You want me to let that fat cock of yours out to play?" you whisper into his ear, dragging your tongue up the shell of it.

He groans with a clenched jaw. "Yes, Miss."

"So he does like this." you say cheerfully, fingers teasing under his waistband. "But have you earned getting to feel me against you?" you ask rhetorically as you rub him over his trousers.

"Let me." he rasps out.

"You're not in the position to be asking things of me." you scold, giving his hardening cock a slap and he hisses. "Just for that I'm going to tease you more." you announce proudly, making quick work of his trousers and pants and leaving him bare on the bed. "Now look at you. Not even your pants to give you any friction." you deign. "So let's make it worse." you smile, taking the blindfold off of him. "Hello there my blue-eyed dog." you give him a scratch to his chin.

"'Ello..." he slurs out, eyes looking over your naked body cause his cock to stir.

""ello?" you ask, a slap to the underside of his cock and he turns his head and winces.

"Miss. Bloody miss, 'Ello Miss." he grunts out and diverts his eyes.

"Better." you say harshly, taking your breasts again and hitting him in the face with them. His groans move from pained to pleasurable quickly as you make his pillowy lips pucker with the squeezing of his face. "Not perfect but what should I expect from a man?" you patronize and his face shows he doesn't care in the least. You pull away from him, leaning down as if you were going to put your mouth on his cock, but hesitating, letting your hard nipples graze up his thighs, dragging them up on either side of his cock, a brief wobble of your chest to tease before hitching a leg up to drag them up his chest. "Open your mouth again. Don't make me tell you not to move again." you hiss, once again tracing his lips and tongue with the stiff peaks, the contact and the power from his helplessness making you wet. "Such a gorgeous mouth, truly." you coo. "Now suck." you command. He doesn't pause for consideration, eyes closing and mouth enveloping your breast as much as he could, grunting into it, harsh rhythmic sucking, watching the muscles in his neck tense from his enthusiasm.  "What filthy whispers I've heard from them. Unfortunately also what lies." you tsk and pull them away, rising off of his body quickly, leaving him with fluttering lids and an open mouth.

You turn around, looking around the room for inspiration for a moment, you hear a familiar grunt as he wants to bury his face into your peachy arse. "I hear you back there." you smirk. "You like my arse too?" you ask with a cheerful tone, placing your hands on his knees, running yourself up against his balls first then feeling him rest between the valley of your arse.

"Yes, miss." he groans, you feel his thighs shifting beneath you.

"Is there any part of me you don't like?" you laugh, bouncing yourself against him, causing him to pat heavy against you as you did.

"No, miss." he whispers, nose twitching from the contact.

"Right answer." you say, bouncing your cheeks at him with your hands underneath them, before bending over slowly, no longer touching him, letting him get a view of you. He could see the glimpse of soft hair and pink lips between your thighs as you bent, and his cock twitched at the sight, balls tightening with need. "And do you love this cunt?" you ask with a sweet tone, reaching behind you to spread yourself apart in front of him.

"Unggg Yes, love - Miss." he corrects.

"Tell me." you say, running your hands over the swell of your ass and down your thighs.

"I fuckin' love that perfect little cunt of yours, Miss."

"Good boy." you say in reward, moving to a chair that sat not far from the edge of the bed, pulling it closer by bending over and backing towards him, giving him a good view. Out of reach, but close enough to see you, you spin and sit on the edge of the chair. You caress your chest and down your thighs, spreading them, kneading the soft flesh up to your center. Hitching a leg over the arm of the chair, you begin to tease around your lips. "Have you ever seen such a pretty little puss Alfie?" you ask with a smile, fingers now pressing against your slit.

"No Miss." he groans, eyes fixated.

"Such a soft and pink little thing isn't she?" you purr affectionately, looking down at yourself, fingers sliding between your lips, holding them open for him, causing him to groan. "And expert at taking your cock."

"Yes she is Miss" he groans, licking his lips.

"You are so lucky Alfie. To get the privilege to fuck such a well cared for and maintained cunt you know? I keep her tight and soft and wet for you don't I?"

"Yes Miss you do." he whines.

You begin to rub your clit, humming in pleasure, hips starting to shift back and forth. "You want it don't you?"

"Fuck yes I do miss." he pants.

You throw your other leg up, leaning back on full display. "I can tell from that cock of yours." you grin, biting your lip and continuing to rub, closing your eyes and giving him a show, moaning and shifting, rubbing fast then slow and back again. "I'm so wet, Alfie." you moan, opening your eyes to find him standing at attention for you, your give a few firm slaps to your center and he lets out a deep grunt. "You're licking your lips, do you want a taste?" you tease.

"Yes Miss." he nods, eyes not leaving you.

You slide your fingers inside you, a showy moan and throwback of your head. You stand quickly, strutting over to him and sliding your fingers into his mouth. "Taste it." you whisper, letting him suck your fingers, his tongue lapping away at them inside his mouth and let out a content hum of appreciation. "Good boy," you say, putting the wet fingers back between your legs and moaning. "Such a good boy." you rasp, throwing your leg over him again, a strong grab and slap to his hip before you take hold of his cock and slide it against your wet center.

His mouth drops open as he swears, lip twitching at the contact before his eyes swing back up to your face.

"I feel you throbbing for it." you taunt, sliding yourself against him.

"Yes Miss." he wheezes, lips hanging open and wet, eyes looking up at you.

"Look at you, panting for it with those puppy dog eyes." you hold his cheek with your free hand, grazing your nose against him. "Would you like a kiss, pup?" you ask softly.

"Yes, Miss." he nods.

"Such a soft thing." you purr before teasing him again, licks and grazes of your lips against his before giving in after taking in his strung-out face. When you let him kiss you, he moans. A moan into a kiss was something new and you were thrilled by the arrival of the deep noise, it meant your teasing was working. You give into for a bit, kissing back with tongue and teeth as he pushed against you, starving for more contact. Not having his arms free was extremely frustrating and that annoyance was only making his blood pump faster and make him want you more.

You rise off him to stand between his legs, keeping your kiss intact before hiving him a hard, tight tug and he grunts, breaking the kiss. "Too rough?" you ask with a tilt of your head, another hard tug from the base, jerking his hips forward.

"Mmmph."  he answers at first, hesitant to tell you now, fearing he might receive worse. "Yes Miss." he answers sheepishly.

"Oh he doesn't like a rough wank?" you taunt, giving him a few more and watching him wince. "Shame, that." you sigh. "Guess I'll have to be nice to this cock won't I?" you pout. "I'll need it throbbing hard to fuck me right, won't I?" you keep rubbing against him, drawing out a moan. "And I do plan on having you fuck me right, Alfie." you sigh out against his lips. The sound of his name makes him grunt, forgetting the rough grip on him already. "If you can be a good boy."

"I can Miss."

"You want to be a good boy?" you ask, letting him go, a playful pinch to his inner thighs before you turn and bend over again, reaching back to stroke him.

"Yes Miss."

"You want to fuck me?" you tease, rubbing his head against your wet slit.

He groans and shifts "Yes, miss."

"Then come get it." you say, letting him go, hands on your ankles in front of him. "Fuck me if you want to so badly." you say in a harsh, bossy tone.

You feel his legs try to move him in a way to get to you, scooting to the end of the bed but he can't get the leverage without his arms in use.

"Fuck me, Alfie. C'mon." you bounce your ass at him and laugh. "Oh can the poor pup not manage?" you pout, looking back at his red and drawn face. "Poor baby." you laugh, bouncing your ass at him with your hands. You turn back, moving quickly to straddle him, connecting in a kiss he didn't see coming. "You don't get to fuck me unless I let you. This cunt isn't yours, it's mine." you bite his lip. "But this cock." you nod and reach between your legs to wrap around him again. "This cock is mine. It doesn't go anywhere or do anything unless I give it permission. You understand?"

"Yes miss."

"Tell me it's mine." you growl

"It's yours miss." he sighs.

"And you. All of you. Is mine." you growl, rubbing yourself against him, your fingers light against the head of his cock. "Tell me." you demand, grabbing him roughly again.

"I'm yours. it's all yours Miss"

"You are mine. All mine." you coo, your switching of mean to sweet making his brow furrow as he tried to anticipate what you would do next but he didn't know and it made his heart race. "Do you want me to be yours, Alfie?"

"Yes, Miss."

"You want me to stay with you? Always? Do you want to keep this little cunny happy?"

"Yes love, please. Miss, yes."

"Do you need me Alfie?" you taut him with a soft voice.

"Yes, love, I need you. Miss." he rushes out, forgetting himself as he sees your body rising and falling in a serpentine fashion against him.

"Will you be a good boy and behave? Listen to what your misses says? Do as you're told?"

"Yes miss." he groans, voice more desperate.

"Are you going to act like the grown fucking man I know you are? Because that's what I want Solomons. A grown. Fucking. Man." you bite out against him. "I don't need a boy who lies. I want a man to face the consequences of his actions. One that will fuck me proper and love me even harder. Are you that man, darling?"

"Yes, love I am. I'll prove it to you. I love you, Gen and I'm mad about you. Let me show you, love. Let me keep you." his eyes are wide and you see the sincere feelings behind his words.

You lean in to kiss his flushed face. "Desperation for me does look so delicious in your eyes, Alfie." you kiss his cheek. "I won't leave you. You silly beast." you whisper into his ear, nuzzling against his face. "Not today anyway." you huff out a laugh. "Since you said please. And I am absolutely soaked and aching for your cock I suppose it's time to reward you for this good behavior." you run your tongue up the side of his face. "Does a good boy want his misses to fuck him?"

"Yes, fuck, please, Gen. Me balls are fuckin' purple from this, love."

"Does it hurt?" you say condescendingly.

"Yes, it fuckin' does love. I've never needed someone as badly as I do you right now." his voice is raspy and urgent and you give another lick to his lips, a happy groan from you.

"I'll let you inside me. But I'm taking what I need from you first. I'll be fucking you, not the other way around." you tap his nose in punctuation as you slide off him and onto the bed. "Come now. Use those sturdy legs." you instruct, grabbing his arms and hauling him up onto the bed. His wide eyes show his surprise for your strength and you give him a cheeky smile. You even give him pillows to let his arm lay in a less painful way as you push him down and straddle him.

Moving fast,  keeping him on his toes, you slide down onto him, his head falls back and he lets out an open-mouthed moan.

"That's what I want to hear." you purr, slapping your hands down onto his chest and starting a fast pace, bouncing yourself against him, a quick slap of skin, broken with grinding down hard on him, rubbing yourself against him. "Look at me love. Watch me take your cock." you say breathily, leaning back with your hands on his legs and riding him as hard as you could. His eyes are dark and half-lidded, watching himself pump in and out of you. Eyes wandering over your thighs as they slam into him, your tits bouncing and ribs shifting under your skin as your moans grow louder.

"Fuck, Gen I-

"DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING COME!" you shout, leaning forward and slapping him hard across the face. "Don't even fucking think about it. I'm coming all over this cock first. You can't come until I want you to. This cock is MINE." you growl, pounding him as hard as you can, holding his throat firmly. "Fuck me harder and make me come, Alfie. I want us both soaked to our thighs after I'm done with you. Make me come all over that fat cock, you dog."

He grits his teeth and prays, planting his feet as best he could and using his stomach to push back into your assault on his hips.

"That's it. Fuck me Solomons." your growl continues, one hand on his chest now, leaning back and rubbing your clit. "Show me this your cunny. Make it yours. Make me come." you demand, starting to lose the fight against the oncoming orgasm. Your hips falter and your nails dig into his skin making him hiss. Your eyes roll back dramatically heading falling back as you let loud, body folding moans up toward the canopy of the bed. "Good boy. Such a GOOD. FUCKING. BOY." you growl and shout, grinding against him as you snarl, eyes fluttering back open to meet his, yours looking black against your flushed face as they glared down at him. "Now if I untie you will you make me come again? Fuck me like a good boy, hmmm?"

"Yes, fuckin', GAH let me at you love, fuckin' christ." he squirms as you laugh loudly at his desperation.

"There's my man." you lean to bite his lip before swinging your leg off of him and rolling him to his front. "Don't struggle so much, or it'll hurt more." you say, your knowledgeable fingers working against the ropes as quickly as they could. He moans and groans into the bed as the grip loosens, his fingers moving again as you watching the veins pulse underneath his flushed skin. "Come now, on your back, slowly." you say, giving him a rub between the shoulder blades.

"Fuckin' 'ell." he grumbles rolling back over.

"Let them readjust first. Eager." you smirk and rub his shoulders.

"I'm gonna make that bossy little cunny mine as soon as me fuckin' arms work." he groans, a hint of playfulness in his voice at his inability to pounce.

"Good. That's what I want. A man who can take AND give." you whisper, licking your lips and rubbing his forearms. You place his hands on your breasts. "Play with them, it'll help." you wink and giggle, and he grabs them tightly, tighter than you thought he might be able to but you loved the thrill of it. He gives one a slap. "Oh! So rough." you taunt and grin.

"Gonna show you fuckin' rough." he growls, no tease in his voice now, only need. He grabs you and slams you face first into the bed. A hard slap to your arse first, followed by another, then you hear a hungry growl followed by a hard bite to the same area.

"C'mon you big dog, fuck me." you say, getting up on your knees.

Without a word he slaps over your slit, a stinging and not playful hit. He pushes into you, only breathing and wordless noises, he had embraced the beast you'd been calling him and let it out. Having been teased for longer than he ever had before, he needed a fierce release at your expense.

He comes at you hard, your brace against the headboard, hand wrapped around the edge as his nails make tiny rivulets of blood run down your thighs he holds you so tightly. You love this urgency you feel in him, this raw need you wanted to feel. You wanted it to hurt, to be hard and bruising to fuck the anger out of you.

He slaps your arse over and over, red and welting as he grunts and growls, a hard pounding into you. He scratches his way up your back, hand gathering your hair, making a messy fist of it to yank your head back, then pounding into you as he slapped your arse and thighs and held you up by your hair.

"Yes you fucking beast, make this cunny yours, Solomons." you cry out, eyes in the back of your head and your shame nowhere to be seen. "This is why I let you act like a fucking fool. Because you can do this. This is why I let you do this because you give me what I need. You're such a good fucking boy all red and angry, aren't you?" you demand and he pushes you down on the bed, his full weight on you. "Fuck yes, take me like a fucking beast, Alfie, yes." you cry out.

"Such a fuckin' slag for this cock, little Genny." his breath hot and heavy in your ear as he lets out every bit of negative emotion against you. "You aren't fuckin' leavin' me. You can't. You couldn't live without this cock you little fuckin' tart." he slaps your cheek, hand in your hair and pressing your face into the bed. "No one's gonna fuck you betta than me you fuckin' posh little cunt." he bites at you. "You ARE mine. You'll ALWAYS be mine. Do YOU understand?" he shouts and you nod and gasp, your mouth opening and shouting as his words brought on another orgasm. "That's it, pet, fuckin' come around your beasts cock. This what you want yeah? To treat me like an animal then get fucked like one? You filthy girl." he groans and shouts, losing himself as you squeeze around him. "Feels so fuckin good, little one, such a tight cunny for me and so fuckin' wet you little bossy bitch." he slaps your arse again and you squeal, he sees the unfiltered delight across your face. "Fuck me you are fuckin' filthy. You like those crude names, pet?"

"Yes, fucking tell me how bad I am." you moan, drooling out onto the bed.

"My perfect little misses like being called a dirty fuckin' slag? Fuckin' 'ell." he moans, resting his head against your back for a moment to catch his breath.

"I'm your Madonna and your whore, Alfie." you cry out helplessly. "Take this cunt, love, fill me up and make it yours."

"Gonna." he gruffs out, holding you down by your lower back, pounding into you, bringing on another orgasm at the new deep angle. "Again? So fuckin' hungry for it, pet." he scolds, a growing growl in his chest begins, and you're swimming in your own bliss inside your head, convulsing under him and being hit hard and heavy into. "Ah, fuck, Genny. Gonna have me drippin' outta you for fuckin' days with what you caused." he barks through gritted teeth, pushing into you as far as he could, his mouth opening and letting out a loud, wanton moan that caused you to shudder against him. "Fuck me." he pants out, dropping to his elbows first then letting his body rest on top of yours. You feel his heaving against you, and you hum contently, shutting your eyes. "Alright love?" he mumbles out against your sweat-soaked skin.

"Mmm Hmm." you nod. "Perfect." you sigh out. You stay there for a little while, catching your breath, enjoying the warmth of him against you, the weight making you feel safe and secure. His words making you feel satisfied with the punishment you gave and took.

He lifts himself off of you, arms shakey as he rolls to his back, legs limp and hands on his stomach. You move with a soft grunt, although slowly. "Covers, love." you manage out, pulling them down and he grunts and groans, letting you pull them out from under him without grace and cover you both back up.

"Feel like a bath is due now with what filth that was." he lets out a deep, lazy chuckle.

"What beautiful filth it was." you sigh, snuggling against him your happy expression and kitten like mannerism such a shock after what transpired.

"You really okay with what I called you?"

"That was the best hate fuck I've ever had and if we're angry you could call me almost anything and I'd be perfectly accepting of it. I like the pain and the punishment after giving it out. Exhausts me mentally and physically. It's what I need."

"And are you worn out, love?"

"Entirely." you hum.

"So you ain't mad now?"

"Not right now no."

"Have I found a way to keep you from fuckin' killin' 'n leavin' me?" he grins.

"Perhaps." you laugh and kiss his chest. "Just be honest with me. Fuck me right and be sweet afterward and we'll have no problems."

"So if we fight... we'll just have us a good hate fuck and work it out the old fashioned way?" he smirks, eyes shut and hand stroking your hair.

"Yes, sir." you giggle.

"Oh. Almost felt me cock stir on that one." he chuckles. "Can't wait for you to be naughty and have to tie you up and you call me 'at."

"Knowing me it will be sooner than later won't it?" you laugh and look up at him, his face at rest, a soft smile on his face.

"Yes it will my filthy little girl."

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[cptnsantiago]

Operation Golden Pumpkin

summary: His face was a lot like when she faked it at the heist, except so much softer and emotional. It’s a face she wants to commit to memory for the rest of her life. A halloween heist spectacular reveal. 

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It’s after the Cinco de Mayo heist they both get to work. They start planning the most genius (hopefully) plan ever. Condoms and birth control thrown out after a very serious conversation about tricking him, and realising he wants to start trying immediately. That he wants their family to start now . They’re both ready.

They both know it might take a while to actually get pregnant but when they’re halfway through September, standing in front of 4 positive pregnancy tests, they are ecstatic. Mostly that they’re having a baby but also that their original plan worked. For realz , they’re having a baby and their plan WORKED.

“For realz, Amy? We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby, Jake!”

His face was a lot like when she faked it at the heist, except so much softer and emotional. It’s a face she wants to commit to memory for the rest of her life. A face she gets to know and love for the rest of her life and now they’re having a child together.

A long while later, once all the crying and kissing and ‘I love you’s are exchanged, Amy pulls out her binder that she made for this heist and immediately begins filling Jake in on her plans.

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First and foremost, they work on manipulating everyone to wanting to work with their partners. That way Jake and Amy working together won’t seem suspicious in their plans at all. The only thing that’s suspicious is how often Amy almost falls asleep at her desk and the amount of times she goes to the toilet in a day, but no one seems to be paying too much attention at her since she’s mostly downstairs. They’re on the way to their first ultrasound a week later when they plan their next move.

“We need to convince Holt to use something big this year… So we can write ‘Baby Santiago-Peralta due 2020’ on it… OH or we can get another banner!” Jake shakes her hand in excitement.

“Babe, that cost us $1800 we are not getting a banner… Though it would be pretty dope.” Amy chuckles softly, “What about a golden pumpkin? And it would be a great little clue because our baby will grow to be the size of a pumpkin! Maybe it can be a smaller one to make it easier.”

“Yes! We can call it… The Golden Pumpkin of Destiny! You’re a genius, Ames, how did we not team up earlier?” Jake scrunches his nose in the way Amy absolutely melts at.

“Probably something to do with our highly competitive personality or something…”

“Oh god, our kid is going to be so competitive.” Jake says as he holds open the door to the doctors office and follows her through, “Imagine a Halloween Heist: Kids edition!”

Amy gave him a goofy grin as she signs herself in at the front desk, her skin absolutely radiating with pure joy. He never thought he could love this woman more than he already did, but now they were having a baby. Jake kisses the spot right below her ear, “I love you so much.”

Amy swears she might cry as his hand sneaks to her abdomen as it had been since the one week they had known about her pregnancy. “Does this mean I’m the official winner this year no matter what?”

“Excuse me, why would we discuss this in such an intimate moment?”

“I’ll give you the proposal heist win.”

“Uh, a-deal. No take backsies.” Jake kisses her cheek and sits down with her to wait to be called in, “I mean you are carrying the baby, with your body , I guess you deserve to win this one.”

“Damn straight I do.” Amy affirms, head resting on his shoulder. They sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before a small woman shows up and calls out Amy’s name, signalling for them to follow her.

All the things she’s told is a blur of information she’s already learned from her binder and doesn’t register anything until they’re told the due date. April 28th. It’s fate really, that their baby was due on the date Jake decided he wanted to marry her. Adorable, puke-worthy fate. And six out of the seven of her brothers were born exactly on her due date. Herself and David being the only ones born early.

Jake is squeezing her hand so intensely by the time the ultrasound machine is turned on, and she can tell they’re both already on the verge of tears when they see the black and white blob. It takes a moment for the doctor to find the heartbeat, but she’s pointing it out to them and a split second later, the loud thumps of a heartbeat is heard.

The sound overwhelms her whole system and there are goosebumps not related to the cool gel on her abdomen, she can hear Jake sniffling next to her, as well as tears falling down her own cheeks. “That’s…”

“It’s our baby, Ames!” Jake is actively crying when Amy looks over at him. Many months of trying and anticipation since May had lead to this moment, tears and all. “Weird bean inside ya ute!”

“It’s so weird right?” Amy scoffs, “I have a human baby in me - what the fuck?”

~

Closer to the heist, they have two priorities. The first is making sure no one has given any gifts that can be classified as weapons are given, because that was intense even though hilarious to look back on. It’s mostly because Amy is pregnant but they don’t know that; Boyle is then hesitant to ask for certain gifts that might have tear gas in them (“I can’t believe Charles was going to use those cute teddy bears to tear gas us”).

Their second priority was trying to keep the pregnancy a secret in the first place. Amy’s nausea and tiredness had gotten significantly worse in since they had known. She was barely there in her briefings with either squad, falling asleep while standing once when Boyle was updating them on a big arson case. Once she even got sent home by Captain Holt who said she looked like she was about to collapse.

She also never thought Gary could get more on her nerves. God, Gary . His never ending Amy personality truly sent her up a wall, more so then when she first encountered it. She loves being an Amy, but Gary in his eagerness send her into avoidance mode so that she doesn’t bury him alive. She makes sure to not go on active duty as much as she used to, but there had been lots of paperwork to do in the past weeks so it wasn’t hard to find excuses to stay in and work.

~

“Happy 1st Halloween Heist, lil bean.” A tired smile creeps up on to Amy’s face when she hears Jake’s whispers, “Everything is place for Team Peralta-Santiago to win, and we can finally tell everybody about you! Uncle Charles is going to lose his mind! Aunt Rosa might smile, not sure.”

“Uncle Charles better not immediately go to touch my stomach or I will lose my mind.” She peaks one eye down at her husband who is level with her flat (although she thinks she can see a little pudge forming) stomach. “Hopefully the ultrasound copy we saved for him will appease him.”

“It needs to because I don’t want to have the personal space talk again, I know he just loves us.”

Amy’s fingers thread into his hair, recently cut so the curls at the front are as fluffy as ever and they sit in silence for a few moments before either of them speak again. “We should get up if we want to get there before Holt.” Jake murmurs.

“I don’t want to get up.” Amy groans and pulls the blanket to her chin.

“IT’S HALLOWEEN AMES LETS GO!” Jake pulls their comforter off her, “Unless you don’t think you’re up for it?”

“Don’t you dare suggest that, Peralta. I am doing it.” Amy is out of bed without another word and rushing to get her decaf coffee.

“Yep didn’t think so babe.”Jake is laughing too loudly for 5 in the morning but neither of them care because it’s Halloween, the only important time of the year.

They get to the precinct with no further hassle and are happy to see Lohank sleepily working at his desk and no Holt yet in his office. They are able to set up quickly and once the golden pumpkin is in place the excitement is palpable.

~

They end up at Shaw’s 18 hours later. After napping twice, and running off to the bathroom once and many many hiccups. Like Genevieve figuring out Amy was pregnant, and being so alike to Boyle, both Jake and Amy had to cuff her in the evidence lock up so she wouldn’t tell anybody.

Rosa managed to get Bill on her side that year, and he got stuck in the vents trying to steal the Golden Pumpkin of Destiny from the line up room. But Rosa, like so many before her, broke the glass anyway and took it.

Then Holt and Kevin faked another math problem to distract Rosa (and Amy) so that Jake could steal it from the ceiling area above Rosa’s desk “for them”. There was luckily no reference to boning and hence, no meltdown. All a part of their confusing elaborate plan.

Their plan almost goes south when Genevieve escapes and almost spills the beans, but as she walks up to Charles, she takes a glance at them and puts her finger to her lips to indicate she’ll stay quiet.  

All the chaos and only one taser Belt used on Terry later, they are all racing to Shaw’s bar. Jake and Amy gladly let everyone take the lead, because everything is set up the way they want at the bar. The entire squad is huffing and yelling by the time they walk into the bar and it takes a moment to see the banner and the golden pumpkin sitting underneath it.

All Hail The King and Queen - Jake and Amy.

“What? How did you pull this off!?” Boyle screeches, “I sent Genny here with the pumpkin an hour ago! We had our own banner! This was supposed to be my year!”

“Don’t be such a sore loser.” Rosa chuckles, shoving his shoulder. “But seriously how did you losers pull this off?”

“Charles baby, it’s not the real pumpkin! I swear I put our pumpkin here and Hank said the banner was all ready!” Genevieve is good at acting, they have to give her that, because she seems genuinely upset although she knew what was happening.

“Yeah I had a banner ready. All of yours are out back. Gathering dust. Why did you all want banners ?”

“How are you on their team Hank?” Holt shouts, exasperated.

Charles has finally made it next to Genevieve where he takes the pumpkin and examines it. “Amazing Human slash Genius… WHAT?”

His scream is loud enough to attract attention from every person in the bar currently. Holt is quick to take the pumpkin out of his hands and reads the text aloud, “Amazing Human slash Genius due April 2020..”

The squad goes silent and slowly turn around to Jake and Amy, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, both bearing lively grins. “Is this another prank?” Terry yells, “This is not a fun joke!”

“It’s for realz, my friends.” Jake announces proudly.

“Yup, you are all losers and I’m pregnant!” As the words come out of her mouth, Charles is rushing over to them to wrap them in a gentle hug, and she can feel his tears already drenching her shirt.

“Congratulations and all, but are you trying to insinuate that your unborn child is the winner of this heist?” Holt scoffs.

“Come on man, now is not the time! Let us have this one!” Amy shouts, rolling her eyes but still smiling.

“Yes, yes of course. Congratulations to Jake and Amy, I’m certain the two of you will make fantastic parents.” Holt says honestly, his hand on her shoulder. Boyle is letting them go to hand a tissue to Amy who has obviously started crying at the support.

“Thank you, Dadptain.” Jake chuckles, looking down and shifting on his feet to distract from all the emotions he was currently feeling.

Everyone makes their round of congratulations, Rosa smiling for the both of them when they immediately ask her to be the Godmother. Terry wraps them both up in a hug and lifts them up and it makes Amy dizzy. Hitchcock and Scully walking in 30 minutes after everyone else so they have no clue what’s going on. Finally, Charles begins to cry again once they give him his copy of the ultrasound and he’s babbling about America’s dream baby to them for another 20 minutes.

Jake and Amy eventually decide to go home considering everyone begins drinking more and becoming tipsy, and she is pregnant so she is tired . Amy is so happy when Holt agrees to give her a congratulatory hug, and while this is rare and she wants to take this moment in. Instead she whispers, quite dramatically at that:

“Jake and I are the only two time winners of the Heist. Suck on that! Bye loser!”

[brandstonethings]

💦 - Genny. Time for more lewd!

Send 💦 instead for a wet dream they’ve had about your muse.

(Joe has some crazy dreams... you have been warned =P)

It had been a long day... Joe plopped down on the bed, his sore muscles aching all over. He propped his head up to look around. This was Genny’s house, but where was Genny?

The next thing he knew, his face had been pushed back down into the bed with a thump and he felt a weight on his back, straddling him. He then felt the hands on his shoulders and around his neck and back, gently kneading and rubbing. They were a woman’s hands. “Mmrm… Genny...” Joe spoke as he was about ready to melt to her touch. He turned his head as much as he could to face her, only then did he realize that it was not his love after all...

(NSFW below the cut)

His eye went wide with utter shock. It was none other than Jaina Proudmoore herself!

But why was Jaina Proudmoore here? And what was she doing on top of a peasant like him? And why was she completely nude?! Joe was about to faint! Then suddenly, the door blew open with a loud BANG! It was Genny, who also had apparently lost her clothing. It was at this point where Joe noticed nobody, including himself, had anything on. They were all as nude as the day they were born.

Genny stormed in, marching over to the bed with a very unfriendly expression as she was casting a spell. “Let go of my man, you bitch!” She shouted. He then felt the weight lift off of him as Jaina stood up and started casting her own spell... Within minutes there was an all out battle in Genny’s house with all sorts of water spells, splashing everything and everyone in the room. All of it was starting to flood the place, slowly but surely. It was indeed, wet.

It was a very entertaining fight to watch, although it was short lived and ended with Genny blasting Jaina with a jet-stream of water, sending the Lord Admiral flying out the window with a high pitched screech.

After it was all over, Genny moved over to the bed to check over Joe, making sure that he hadn’t been hurt. He was fine. There was a sigh of relief before he was pushed back down onto the bed. He felt Genny’s hands now rubbing and kneading his shoulders and back. The house was still ankle-high with water as Genny continued massaging him. She massaged him everywhere. She got up only to have him turn around before continuing her rubbing down his chest until she got between his legs. He let out soft groans and squirmed as she got him close to his peak only to stop to have him beg her to continue before she did.

Moments later, Jaina had come back and with her was a giant tidal wave looming over the house, threatening to flood it completely and wash them away!

Joe awoke from his dream abruptly, panting. He was still in Genny’s house, in Genny’s bed, with Genny snuggled up next to him. He let out a sigh of relief before realizing he had a hand gripped around his manhood. He took his hand away quickly, just as Genny had woken up as well.

“Joe? What’s wrong?” she asked.

Still panting, Joe was startled, “Oh! I-It was nothin’... jus’ a dream.”

“Another bad dream? You want to talk about it?”

It was far too dark for her to notice his face reddening at that, lucky for him. “Uhhh… No-No, that’s fine! M-Maybe another time... Let’s just go back to sleep.” She nodded and cuddled up closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her, falling back asleep easily.

@tidesage-crestwell

[mahvaladara]

“I’m on a horse!”

You should most definitely blame this @jaredknox​ and the @themoonglitch​ they suggested Nataniel going into work on a horse after a silly dream moony had of me going to work on a horse. And my luv Fran suggested I wrote the scene with Nataniel and Matt. The prompt was: imagine that’s Nataniel going to work and Matt goin “Why the fuck are you a horse.”

And because I am a sucker for hurting my boys, expect blood.

Spoilers for “The Strange Cases of Nataniel DellaSanta - Case File “Howling at Midnight”.

The first beams of the sunlight crossed through the canopy of the trees, with the screeching of the roaster that sounded more like a dying goat accompanying the beautiful song of the spring birds. The scent of grass and pine trees filled his nostrils as, much like the morning birds, he opened his eyes slowly, taking in the violet and orange sky of the morning. 

His body ached tremendously and he was pretty sure he had a few ribs broken, as he slowly tried to get up and gather his surroundings. He had dropped over unconscious from exhaustion in the middle of the yard, he realized, after last night’s battle. His clothes had several new holes to them, and his jeans looked more distressed now than when he got them and stained of dried up blood. 

Nonetheless, Nataniel did his best to get up, staggering uncertainly on his legs, wobbly. The house appeared peaceful and he was certain he was able to see some movement in the upstairs window as he had looked. They were alright, he thought with a relieved sigh, as his eyes fell upon the two-story ranch house ahead. 

“Please, look over my family,” Matt had asked him. And Nataniel did do so.

Piles of ash littered the yard, scorched grass from last night’s battle. He got distracted and the beast was able to crush his chest, the child had interfered, to leave with the wolf, only for them to be attacked by those crawlers, brought up by the worse of human disease. Or inhuman one. 

They were hunting a werewolf believing it was a monster, when the monster hid in plain sight.

“My name is Carolyn,” the wolf had told him. “She is in danger, I aim to take her to my pack. We can keep her safe. She is one of us.”

Nataniel sat up, stretching, only to instantly regret it, when he wheezed in pain, oxygen stolen from his lungs. And he reeled over, a mixture of bile and blood. He was fighting the wrong enemy, only to be surprised by the real one. He remembered the wolf being wounded, but as his eyes fell on the piles of ashes, for one more day they were safe to travel. So much so, Nataniel just left them go, too exhausted to offer resistance.

Okay, perhaps it was more than a few ribs broken. He was certain some of the crawlers had taken a bite or two of him, by the stained blood in his clothes. By the unhealthy wheezing his breathing produced, there was most certainly a punctured lung. And the pain, oh dear stars, he’d never grow used to the pain. How long did it take him to heal a crushed ribcage last time? A few months of agonizing pain, repeated pneumonia, and a desire to just die already.

The sound of the door opening, had him looking forward, as a tall black woman sporting a machete came rushing over. She was ready to fight.

“Oh my god! DellaSanta!”

“Mom! Is it safe?” The boy inside asked.

“Stay inside, Bryce, look over your brother. Where’s Gennie?”

“She went with him,” Nataniel explained lifting a hand. “I left her go. She’s safe, don’t... fuck!” And he coughed out, gasping desperately. “Fuck. I was fighting the wrong person...”

“Are you alright? Shit, you’re a mess.”

He chuckled. “I hate jobs with children. I always get my arse handed to me. Any news from Matt back at the city?”

“Not yet,” she shook her head. 

Nataniel shook his head, holding onto his chest.

“You’re hurt,” she pointed out at his wheezing.

“It’ll heal. Your jeep?”

"Matt has it.”

“I need to go to the city, we got it wrong. The wolf isn’t the villain of this story.”

“There’s a bus that goes through here every three hours.”

“No, I need to head to the city, now,” he sighed.

“You need help-”

They were interrupted by the sound of hoofs, and Nataniel looked back. Professor, the beige horse Matt owned calmly trotted their way. Nataniel had been certain the horse was dead when it attacked the werewolf. But that was the first flag that the beast was NOT a beast when the werewolf simply scared the horse away instead of tearing it to pieces. And good thing he did, for the crawlers would not be as lenient with the pestering animal.

“That’ll do,” Nataniel grinned limping over to the horse.

“Can you ride?”

“It’s easier to ask what I can’t do, and I’ll gladly answer - I cannot brew coffee,” he laughed.

Getting on top of an unsaddled horse was easy for Nataniel, in normal circumstances. But right now, with a crushed diaphragm and a most likely punctured lung, he started debating he’d have better luck walking all the way into the city. But time was of an essence. They were going to hunt down the wolf in the morning, as it was nocturnal, and Nataniel had to make sure they most definitely did not, otherwise, they were going to kill an innocent protector.

Finally, on top of the horse he rode off. All that was missing to make his travel back into the city legendary were Knights of Cydonia playing in the background. Alas, he didn’t pack up his MP3 Player for the occasion. Though he certainly wished he did, anything to distract him from the unbearable pain that vibrated on his body with each step of the running horse, as if his own broken bones where dancing with each throttle of the horse. 

They arrived at the precinct as Matt and the police officers assembled outside, shotguns in hand. He stopped right in front of them, interrupting Matt’s speech and getting the attention drawn to him, with his grandeur of an entrance.

“Della’Santa!” Matt exclaimed, eyes on his friend.

“Hello Ladies,” Nataniel started. “Look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash he could smell like he is me! I’m on a horse!”

“I can see that!” Matt started, eyes wide. “You’re bleeding. Did- Luelle?!”

“They’re fine, we got a midnight visit from the werewolf, it came to get Gennie.”

“Is she alright?”

“She went with it,” he answered. “We got other visitors. I thought she’d be safer with the wolf.”

“Shit! What?! Are you crazy?! How did you let that happen?! We need to hurry-” Matt had turned to his men.

“No!” Nataniel interrupted. “Stop! We got it wrong!”

And he jumped off the horse. His legs gave in under him and he fell to his knees with a very sickly wet wheeze, spitting a thick goop of blood into the floor - that better not be a piece of lung or Carolyn was going to have his comeuppance for it. He could feel the blood bubbling inside his lungs. 

Well, there went his grand entrance. 

Matt instantly rushed to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“We got the wrong person,” Nataniel explained. “The werewolf is protecting the girl.”

“What? From what?” Matt asked, eyes wide.

“I don’t know,” Nataniel looked up at him. “Worse part is that whatever is after her, has gotten their hands on the Crawlers and they came to get the girl.”

“Denwen?” Matt asked and Nataniel shook his head. “Did they-”

“No, but they hurt the wolf as badly as they hurt me, we need to find it and the girl, until we find out who’s after them and why,” Nataniel explained. “The werewolf... his name is Carolyn. He was trying to tell me where he was taking her, but we were interrupted.”

“You chatted with the werewolf? After or before he crushed your ribs? You’re blee-”

“After...”

Matt got up. “Okay, change of plans. We are going to look for the wolf, but no one is to engage it without my order, understood? Use the nets if necessary to immobilize it. We must retrieve it and the girl, unharmed!”

There was a general affirmation from the police officers, and Nataniel got up to one knee. The officers got in their cars and quickly left. Matt looked over at Nataniel who was propping himself up against the horse.

“Is that my horse, DellaSanta?!”

“Indeed,” he grinned, panting uneasily. “Fine boy you have here.”

“Why the fuck are you on a horse?”

“You took the jeep,” Nataniel answered with a pained shrug. “And I have always wanted to make a grand entrance on a horse. Alas it wasn’t this time... maybe next... time...?”

“I can’t believe you made that old boy run all the way from the farm- NATANIEL!”

Matt didn’t finish what he was saying as his friend slid down the horse’s torso and fell flat on his back. The horse stepped away startled as Matt rushed to Nataniel, eyes closed, wheezing unevenly, breathing strained and laboured. Matt lifted him off the ground, always surprised at how a man so tall weighed so little. He yelled at the guards to call Dr. Fyres as he picked the man up, noticing the blood.

That was most definitely more than broken ribs.

[sclvris]

This wasn’t her car and she hadn’t found the chance to return it yet, but how could she not use it? The porche had plenty of upgrades and as expected of a technowitch, Sawyer included cloaking technologies. She was borrowing a friggin’ batmobile sans the adult orphan angst! Genny zipped through the empty streets of Ceres and continued to do so until she got on the radars of Cere’s finest. Not thinking, as a teenager did, she flipped the cloaking switch and drove until she lost them. She thought that her ‘joy ride’ for the day was over but right in front of her hiding spot she saw several SHOT cars drive by. She used her morpher to scan over police frequencies and she soon heard where the trouble was. 

The care peeled out of the alleyway and drove the opposite direction, using an alternative route to get to the ‘powered threat’ first. Right as the sawyer-mobile screeched to a halt, Genny morphed into the Gold Ranger and she had the the car flung open the door. “Hey, they got a hit on you. Get in! I’ll get you out of here.” 

[melonlordheroes]

About Damn Time

-The summoning room is dark, but then again it is kind of late. The Refinery Banner only has 30 minutes left before it expires, but Mystery is still there. She sighs and looks back at Hector and Chrom whom she brought as moral support.-

Mystery: This is it, guys. It's EXTREMELY unlikely Leo's gonna be on a banner again anytime soon, and given the difficulty we've had summoning him off-banner... if we don't pull him now, it's likely we pull him never.

Chrom: (gently) Come on, don't say that. I'm sure there'll be other chances.

Hector: Aren't you the one always encouraging people to stay positive? (chuckle) Come on, now. It's not the end if it doesn't happen this time.

Mystery: I've been waiting since getting here, Hector. If he doesn't show up now when he has the best possible chance... I may as well assume he just doesn't want to be here. (sigh)

Chrom: You can't say that for sure.

Mystery: Isn't it the most likely explanation? (sighs.) Let's get this over with. (aims) At least nobody can say I didn't try.

-Mystery fires Breidablik, and smoke begins to pour from the runes. A familiar silhouette is seen in the smoke...-

Mystery: !!!

-In the castle, Genny bursts in through the doors screeching and alarming the other heroes inside. Her loud volume attracts the concern of all four of her parents, who rush over to check on her. Barst immediately begins looking for wounds while Bartre and Sigurd try to calm her down. Deirdre kneels down and looks her in the eyes.-

Deirdre: What's wrong, honey? Did someone hurt you?!

Barst: She doesn't look hurt...

Genny: IT'S OVER, IT'S REALLY OVER!

Sigurd: Over? What's over?

Genny: HE'S-- HE'S!

Barst: He's? (blink) Did you find a boyfriend while we weren't looking, Genny?

Bartre: I'LL KILL THE DASTARD WHO BROKE MY LITTLE LAMB'S HEART--!

Genny: NO! (smiles, looks away) He's HOME!

-Genny gestures to the doors, and in rides Leo with Mystery happily settled in front of him. Chrom rides beside them, beaming with joy.-

Genny: MYSTERY ISN'T GOING TO KEEP ME UP WITH HER WAILING ANY MORE BECAUSE LEO IS HOME!

Bartre: Huh. I'll be.

Barst: (chuckle) About time.

Sigurd: (relieved sigh) Oh thank the gods. I was starting to fear I'd need to have that room soundproofed.

Deirdre: (giggle)