#genny fluffy hair genny very fluffy hair!!!!!

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Genny and Letizia get sheep accessories!!

Genny seems a little flustered... Um Letizia looks like she wants to kill Kiran... Um again.

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" And you are ? " pt. 1

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: nonidol!Lee know , Suggestive? so mdni! , Lee know x fem!reader , They are in college , Lee know is mean (other members as well).

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ! : Cursing , Name calling (bitch, asshole, dumbass, etc.) Drinking, Crying , Mentions of oral (m receiving), Mentions of drug use, Bullying?. Let me know if I missed anything!! Not proof read!

WC: 1k

A.N Undercut.

this is my very first fic ! please enjoy and let me know anything I can improve !

'Ughhh' You let out a groan as you realize you forgot your textbook for english, you had spent all night studying in it that you overslept and here you are, mid class with no way to keep up with the lesson.

"Hey" whispered a sweet voice behind you, your lecture room is big almost like a cinema room so when you groaned it echoed

"Can you be quiet.. I'm trying to focus." You were too frustrated to notice the boy until *𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘱* A pencil taps your head, you turn your head to be met with a sweet freckled boy with soft blond hair.

"Oh hi.." You say awkwardly.

"Yea hey can you shut up? you echo out and its kinda annoying.."

You clench your jaw and slowly turn back around, pink flushing your ears from embarrassment. You zone out a bit..

gosh are people in this class always mean..?,, he looks very familiar though.. but what was that name,, it was something with lee god what was it,,, you thought

"Felix! Yes what do you believe happened to Edgar Allen Poe to create such horror filled stories?"

You snapped back to reality. 'Hm.. Felix' you mumbled as the Blondie now known as Felix stands behind you. *RINGGGG

"What the fuck I was just gonna answer..!" Felix said dramatically with a hint of annoyance in his voice, The professor chuckles as he packs up and gets to heading out as everyone else does. You start packing up and heading out back to your dorm to collect more textbooks and your laptop for your next class.

*ding

your phone goes off, it's your older sister Genesis

-Genni ! : Hey I heard there's gonna be a frat party at 10pm, y/n please go out with me this once, you haven't since your highschool years please y/nnie ~ :-*

-y/n : Genni.. You know I hate frats.. It's just a bunch of guys looking for a blow and or some molly, girls with 2 string as a shirt, I don't even have anything for a frat!!

-Genni ! : y/n, your actually killing me. You fit in my clothes, you don't have to go all out, no one is gonna make you give a guy head, no one is gonna let you have molly, your fine with me! Cmonnn you will let losseeee

'sigh' you read that text and start to wonder ,, hm.. I haven't been to a frat actually,, maybe one with my sister will be fine,,

-y/n : fine.

-Genni ! : YESS TYTYTYTYY I LOVE YOU SM COME TO MY DORM! ITS 8:30 WE HAVE TO GET READY ASAP

You smile at the text while walking to your own dorm then you get a whiff of something and hear.. coughing? Finally looking up from your phone you see a group of guys standing in front of your dorm room smoking some strong weed.. , luckily you have an outdoor campus so they weren't killing people with the stench.

"Oh look guys it's that chick I was saying was fucking loud all the time always making some time of noise knowing how much the class echoes" Felix says annoyed. A black haired guy with a beanie and chrome hearts hoodie steps forward and says "No way your Genni's sister! You look just like her!" He says in a thick Aussie accent "I'm Chris, Genni's good friend, Are you a bitch like her too ??" He says poking is tongue into his cheek with a small grin

"Hey you know not-" You we're cut off by another guy with a slim figure with daring eyes and washed out purple hair "Wait,, and you are?" You clenched your teeth and took a deep breath in smelling the reek of weed "First off back up you smell like shit.." a scattered 'ouu' comes out the other 5 boys you don't know "Second off let me get to my dorm" pointing to your door that's being leaned on by a chubby cheeked boy with fluffy hair "And lastly I'm y/n."

You heard a couple scoffs come out and the boy in front of your door says "C'mon lee know this bitch IS annoying.. Felix wasn't lying." Lee know scoffs and flicks ash from his blunt down at your shoes making you jump back. He lets out a small giggle while walking towards the rest of the group. "Let's go then Han" Lee know says, all the boys walk down the hall.

You storm into your dorm room slaming the door feeling embarrassed and you look down at your freshly bought shoes.. ,,fuck theres a burn mark,, you lean down to try to wipe it off the ash but realize they are burned bad, so much so that there's a small hole at the top. You let out a frustrated groan, you had been holding in all your frustration that you broke into a quiet sob.

*ding

you took a small breather and check your phone [9:05] was the time you see your sister texted you again

-Genni ! : baby sisss, come over

-y/n : okay omw.

10 minutes later

"Y/NNNN" your sister hugs you tightly. "Hi Gen-" she covers your mouth "shhh, get ready. Now." You let out a small giggle and start getting ready

[10:25pm] you and your sister put your small heels on, you can a black star shaped top with a black denim washed out skirt and strappy heels letting your spider hip tattoo show. You and your sister headed out.

"Let's fuck it up y/n" she lets out a small squeal when pulling up to the frat party, it was a huge party with a shit ton of freshman college students you included. "Yea let's fuck it up Genni" you let out a loud laugh and quickly get out the car with her, walking in you can tell people were hotboxing already and definitely not sober, a guy with bright red hair yells towards you and Genni as everyone was pretty loud "WELCOME TO THE FRAT BABES!!" you cringed at the name and at the fact his shirt said "hotter than your ex, better than your next"

The red head boy stepped closer towards you almost making you bump into other people while reeking of alcohol, weed, and sweat. You lose sight of your sister. "Your.. Y/N! The girl that said lee know smelled like shit!!" He clapped his hands while laughing hysterically, he pulls you closer "Your kinda.. Hot.. I'm Hyunjin" You move away quickly "And I'm not interested." Your so anxious you bump into someone making Hyunjin laugh again, you turn and saw a familiar figure..

"What the fuck Dumbass?!" Lee know says obviously not sober and now very pissed. You spilled some type of dark liquid on his shirt which was a white button down tucked into dark mudwash jeans with small stars at the bottom and a star buckle on his belt. "Who the fuck invited you." Lee know said sternly. You try to muster up the words but are unsuccessful. He grabs your wrist tightly making you wince he pulled you through the party basically dragging you to a bathroom.

You freeze when he starts to stare at you, his pupils were blown out and his eyes were very red. "What the fuck are you looking at ?? Are you gonna help clean me up by the mess you caused??" You quickly nodded almost pathetically making lee know scoff. "You really are a dumbass. Helping a random guy out who you don't even know what is capable of in a frat party's bathroom, really.?" You thought ,,fuck he's right,, "I-I don't know.." You look down somewhat embarrassed and slightly annoyed

"whatever bro.." Lee know starts running water in the sink trying to wash the drink out obviously not doing it right, you think ,,damn maybe he's the dumbass,, you lean over and turn the water hot to help actually wash it out making Lee know give you an upset, confused yet thankful look.

"Your the dumbass actually.." You let out a small giggle

A.N : Yes I know weird pt.1 I was thinking this can be a small 3-5 PT series! Lee know is rude but it's okay guys TT Please do not upload my works anywhere else this is my only acc and only app I will share my works on.

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Choking On Sapphire 83

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: Baby Says

Summary: Alfie and Genevieve face the troubles of her day to day life. Genevieve gets some surprise visitors that help give Alfie some insight into her past and their future.

Warnings/Tags: Mild Language. References to assault and violence. PTSD. Fluff. Reunions. 

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Arm in arm Alfie and Genevieve walk on a Saturday morning in her garden, in full bloom and lush this time of the year. Gen was freshly out of the bath, her hair starting to curl and bounce in the early summer wind. Her face was unbothered, her limp almost entirely gone and the more superficial of the bruises had disappeared. Her ribs only caused her pain when exerting herself at this juncture and when Alfie was around he made sure she did not. He’d fallen into the habit of treating her much like a child, but in his defense, she was acting much like one. Still prone to bouts of crying, sometimes with clear triggers and others not. The ones without were the hardest, she would sob and scrawl down that she didn’t know why she was so upset and Alfie was left to put on his all too frequently worn mask of indifference and guide her through it.

But this particular light and lovely morning was about to take a turn for the emotional for Genevieve. But in a much-welcomed way.

“Mr. Solomons, sir!” a maid that held his favor calls from the edge of the house. “Miss Durand has visitors!” she shouts with a bright smile.

“Don’t know why she’s bloody smilin’. Told her no one was to see you.” he grumbles, bringing Genevieve around slowly as her glazed eyes looked up at him, silhouetted by sunrays. The red in his hair and beard was standing out in the sun, his freckles coming in across his nose and the tight trim on his beard and hair showing off all the handsome planes of his face. She smiles up at him and hums, still medicated and not speaking except for the occasional vocalizations of happiness or upset. “Take her to her room.” he orders gently, a hand rubbing over Gen’s fluffy mane before another maid chirps and takes her arm. “I’ll be with you in a bit, love.” he calls out and she gives him a slow nod before turning back to the maid who says something to make her smile. At least she was doing that again. “Who the fuck is here? I told ya no visitors.” he mutters with a low brow at the young woman.

“I knew you’d want her to see these visitors.” she keeps the same broad grin on her face, practically beaming at him.

“Why are you so fuckin’ happy? Has the savior returned?” he snorts and chuckles.

“They’re waiting for you in your study.”

“Least they got fuckin’ manners. Tells me it’s not the bloody Shelby’s” he grumbles to himself. His footsteps are heavy and none too happy to be making the trip down the hallway. He hated surprises. Someone coming and demanding they see him without prior invitation or forewarning, who did they think they were?

“Fuck me.” he says with a mouth wide open, revealing Altar and Alma standing and chatting in front of his desk. “Forgive the language Miss Lafitte, I am... ya bloody well surprised the old boy.” he laughs with a shake of his head.

“No offense taken. I rather miss the sort of fellow that would curse in front of a lady.” she smiles and reaches out to take his hand and sighs heavily before patting his cheek and kissing it just as lightly and sweetly. She smelled like flowers just like her daughter.

“You’re looking mighty well for what you’ve gone through, lad!” Altar booms with a big hug and pat the back for him that he swears pops a few things.

“Well I’ve got to keep up appearances, innit I?” she shrugs. “What on earth brings you here? Or HOW I should ask in your case, Miss Lafitte.”

“It’s Alma. I’ll be your mother some day. Almost was a lot sooner if the devil hadn’t intervened I hear.”

“Yes, ma’am. She disappeared the night I was set to ask her.”

“Shame, that.” she shakes her head. “But you found her. You brought her home.” she coos and hugs his neck tightly.

“Yes ma’am I did. Just as I promised.”

“He’s a man of his word Alma. No need to worry about Solomons.” Altar gives an approving nod.

“Might I see her? Is she well enough to see me?” Alma's wide eys inquire.

“I wouldn’t keep you from her even if she weren’t.” he replies happily. “She’s going to cry, fair wairing to ya, love, she’s very emotional already, poor little bird. But she’s been doin’ well this mornin’. And she innit speakin’ yet, throat got damaged the doctors say,” he informs with polite and a quick catching up as he walks her to the door.

“I’d like to see her as well, of course.” Altar smiles.

“‘Course. Best one at a time. Let the lady first then you file in once she’s certain she’s real ‘n that.”

“Real?” Alma asks with a high inflection.

“The medicine she’s on can make her hear and see that what aren’t there. None of it this mornin’ so far, it comes and goes.” he waters down the truth and Altar can sense it but Alma is just so excited to see her daughter she overlooks it.

Genevieve sits perched in front of her vanity, a silver brush in her hand, slowly dragging through her hair. The glow of the Morphine causing her to overlook the last of the bruises on her arms, the high neck of the gown covering those left underneath. Her hair now to her waist she watches it bounce with its natural curl as she releases it.

Alma, the giver of that hair stands in the doorway as Alfie files in first, catching her attention with a loud and happy signal of her name. “Genevieve my love you have visitors.” He calls out and she sets the brush down slowly, turning towards him with a small smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth and half-lidded eyes of contentment in her druggy fog. “It’s someone you haven’t seen in a very long time.” He warns her and he sees her eyes shift, an inkling of curiosity piqued and he sighs with relief. “Are you listening, love?” He asks just to be sure and she nods slowly. “Genny love... your mum is here.” He states while maintaining eye contact to see it sink in.

Her eyes go wide and she reaches up to grasp his forearms which were holding her shoulders. “Muh?” She manages and he feels her shake.

“Yes, love can ya-?” He begins to make sure she can handle such excitement. But she catches sight of her and much to his surprise stands and shoves him out of the way to get to her. The entire showing was rather impressive.

She can’t speak but she cries, oh does she cry. Until her eyes are as red as the sun and dry as the desert, she cries. She makes an awful sound trying to form words as she rushes towards her mother and collapses into her arms, sobbing and wailing.

“There my beautiful girl, let me look at you! It’s been too long little Lily, yes?” She holds her now red and splotchy face as Genieve blubbers, but Alma pays no mind and kisses every bit of her face, telling her how she was more beautiful now that she was grown than she ever had been before. The I love you's begin, Genevieve a weeping child in the embrace of her mother as she directs her to the couch in front of the fire. She shooshes her and cries herself, whispering only sweetness and praise, kissing her daughters dizzy head as she cries softly in her bosom like a baby.

Altar sneaks in after the initial explosion. Moving over to Alfie who stayed back on the other side of the room at her vanity watching the display. He didn’t think the reunion would’ve gone down much differently if she’d been herself.

“I wanted to thank you, Alfie. For handling all this.” Altar gives him a nod and a pat to the back.

“It’s all part of the life innit?” He responds, keeping an eye on her to make sure she was still okay.

“I hear you’re back at work already?”

“Yeah I had to, ya understand. I was going crazy here, worrying about her constantly. Had to keep fings togetha for both of us now. So I just work until the afternoon hours and come home before tea. Off on Shabbat and that.” He explains with the same low tone Altar speaks.

“So she is well enough to leave?” The concern in his voice evident.

“With the girls here yes. If she were on her own, no. I’ll be honest with ya Altar this is going far better than I thought it would.”

“So she's been worse? And I would appreciate honesty. I need to know what future we’re looking at here.”

“She’s been much worse." a flat delivery that tells altar all he needs to know. "Glad you caught her on an up day. She’s been very emotional, all over the place. Nightmares of course, can’t bring up what happened or she cries. She talks to herself, or rather mouths and chases after children what aren’t there. I’ve been told that most likely the medicine though. Morphine. Nasty stuff, yeah? Still too soon to know the long term effects on her mind. Needs the medicine for the pain, but it keeps us from knowin’ the state of her. It’s frustratin' I’ll admit.”

“And I thank you for not running. To speak candidly. Our lives are hard enough without adding...things like this to them.”

“I innit runnin'.” Alfie swings his head. “As long as I have hope she can be herself again some day I’m stayin’. And she is makin' progress. Small but... it’s there.” He groans.

“And I was told you were known for your lies.” Altar grins.

“Nah mate. I tell the truth. Just people don’t know how to listen to me words yeah? I’ll tell 'em what’s goin' down right? But it’s up to them to interpret it. I never make no promises in business. Only contracts and agreements. None of that whimsical horse shite.”  He mutters,

Altar chuckles. “I do hope she is herself again. And that it finds you in  good time. These things... the mind... all very tricky.”

“That it is.”

“Her brother reacted similarly after the war.”

“George is it? She told me 'bout him.”

“They were close growing up. She helped him, believed in him. Patience was key.”

“It is in most fings.”

“Yes. It is.” He laments, knowing the road was still unclear on the horizon for his niece. “Thank you for your candor Alfie. I only have second-hand information and hearing to from you is more than reassuring for an old man I’ll have you know.”

“So you know what happened?”

“I know she was taken from her home and held captive for almost 4 days by Horne. That he was killed in a shoot out and now she’s at home.”

“I can tell ya more.” He offers with a frown.

“Do I want to know?” Altars broad mouth forms a tight line.

“Would you rather know the truth or hear people talk like I have? Because I’ve been well miffed 'bout what I’ve been hearin’.” He replies with clear anger on his voice.

“Then yes, please tell me.”

—-

“Your house is so lovely Genevieve. Just like the drawings you used to keep as a girl, yes?” Her mother coos, Gen now only having the hiccups that sent pain in her chest every time as she recovered from the tears. “...and your hair has gotten so long.” She strokes it back. “And the man you have chosen is a proud Jewish one. One that sought me out after you were taken. He speaks of you with such passion, cheri. I am so proud of your choice. And you were working towards your bat mitzvah I heard as well? You are becoming everything I could’ve dreamed for you, my darling girl. Your mum is so proud. You’ve come so far haven’t you?” She continues her string of praise, Gen now nuzzling into her mother lap and feeling rather sleepy. Alma strokes the hair back from her daughters face just as she had as a child, the other hand gentle on her back where she rubs small circles just like she used to, to calm her. She could sense her spirit was a bit lost and desperately needed the comfort.

When she was young and took to her fits of crying she would throw herself around dramatically, making grand sweeping statements of woe and agony. There were no words this time, but she felt the same raw wildness when she looked into her wounded daughter's eyes. She had never been a stranger to the dramatic, but Alma hadn’t minded. It reminded her of her mother, of that power in getting swept away by her emotions. She felt so deeply and completely she could live no other way, and those around her would either be drowned in love or burned by hate depending on her mood, It seems Genevieve was just as sensitive a soul as her bubbie had been. For the line of work her daughter had chosen to go in, the true line of work and not Abeille, she wondered how she managed. Perhaps much like Alma, she locked parts of herself away to cope. That’s what she’d done being with George. But at least her daughter had a man with a sound mind of her choosing, a rare and heartwarming thing for a mother to know.

“I haven’t seen her so quiet and still in weeks.” Alfie states, walking over to Alma who was looking down at her contently.

“Sometimes a girl needs her mother,” she answers softly, leaning to look upon her face. “I see she has finally fallen asleep.” she lets out a huff of a laugh. “Just like when she was a child.” she sighs happily. “Circles on her back, gently stroke her face and hair, tell her all the praise she deserves. She’ll always come back to you.” she looks up at Alfie with pinked eyes from the shared tears.

“Good to know.” he thanks with a nod. “Would you like anythin'? We can move her to the bed if you need.”

“No, no. I’m staying close the whole time I’m here. Some tea by the fire sounds lovely though.” she announces reaching out and patting his hand that rests on the couch arm. “Bring us all some, would you? We need to discuss some things.” she speaks with a still kind face but a more purposeful tone.

“‘Course Miss.” he nods and gives Altar one as well as he heads over to the couch and Alfie goes to fetch tea.

-----

With the Aggie reunion with Alma already passed before Alfie even saw her into Gens room, the older woman kisses her head as she hands her her tea she still takes the same way after all these years. Alfie settles in with Gen’s mother and uncle in the set of chairs in front of the fire. Gen was laid out with her legs in Altars lap, her head in her mothers as Alfie takes the armchair to the matching pink hued set.

“I suppose the best place to start would be why we arrived together.”

“I was more than curious, yeah?” He responds with a smirk.

“I’ve moved out of George’s house.” She speaks with the same decisiveness that he misses from the childlike woman in her arms.

The surprise on Alfies face is clear.

“Yes, I made the same expression when she showed up at my door.” Altar snorts.

“After you came by, I had to reevaluate some things. Perhaps I’d been in denial about how one-day things would work out. But time kept passing, my children kept growing and changing and I was not around to see it as I would like. I had to do something. Seeing the poor condition of George in the face of real danger, his own most trusted servant betraying him and the watching and infiltrating of our estate, I saw the end was closer than I anticipated.” She delivers plainly and without drama, her hands still loving on her daughter. “I’m at the point now where I knew what I could lose or what could happen to me was lesser than what I’d suffer if I went on without my most wild daughter. Knowing she was fighting to become everything I always wanted for her… I would be damned if I’d miss her wedding, the birth of a child, being able to be at her side during something like this.” She sighs deeply. “My little wildflower.” She strokes her face lovingly and Altar gives a soft smile, reaching out and patting his sister's arm. “She was always so rebellious. I see that was not passing phase for her now. It is who she is and I could not be more proud of her for sticking to her true self.”

“It’s something you never got a chance to do, little one.” Altar says with an affectionate and soft tone he reserved for speaking to the women in his life. “There is so much more Lafitte in her than any of your other children. She’s so much of you sister, she had no choice but to follow her heart did she?” He smirks and gives her cheek and soft pinch and she smiles in return. “This one was just as wild in her youth. Don’t let that Christian repression they beat into her fool you.” Altar chuckles after wagging a finger Alfie's way.

“I cannot and will not make an argument I cannot win.” She grins to herself, another forlorn sigh as she dotes on the sleeping woman in her arms.

“Wish Genevieve had taken after you on ‘at.” Alfie jokes and it makes Altar laugh out loud.

“She is more rebellious for the sake of drama. She is a theatre in and of herself that Lily. I knew it the moment I first held her.” Altar reminisces.

“She always had a taste for it.” Alma murmurs with fond memories playing behind her soft eyes.

“Hasn’t changed a bit.” Alfie reaches over and gives Gens chin a squeeze. “Will you be living with Altar now? If you mind my asking.”

“Not at all, cheri, yes I will. He has plenty of room, and dare I say he could use the feminine influence.”

“They say a man is not complete without one.” He teases. “And what of you Solomons?” He turns a strong face his way. “Do you still have the same intentions with our Genevieve? Even now?”

“Same as ever.” Alfie announces with confidence. “Only in ritual is she not mine, she is in ‘ere ‘n ‘ere.” He points to his temple and chest. “I almost went bloody' mad when she first got home. Watchin' over her. I was bloody scared is what I was. I don’t wanna lose that one.”  He points and sighs. “I love that hellion. That little Lily of yours. And once she’s better. Once this awful process is behind us I will make her my wife. Same intention as ever. I’m here for her now and always. As I said, only in formality is she not mine. In my eyes.”

“That is a relief to hear.” Alma admits. “I admittedly was concerned when I heard about the state of her. Most men would leave.”

“I am no coward to a challenge. And ‘ats what ‘is is. I like to think she would do the same for me. Fuckin' ‘ell she has to a degree if you must know. Gettin’ shot, negotiations behind me back to keep me alive. She’s a proper little nurse, that one.” He looks at her with fondness, perhaps needing to be reminded of all she had done for him after such a rough spell as they were in.

“She never did shy from the blood and violence as a child. Never phased her. Just fetching boiling water and flannels when the boys would come in hurt.” Alma shares with a gentle expression.

“Always been fearless, that one. Suspect that’s how she came to be here. Like this. But it’s also what kept her alive. I have no doubt.” Altar gives her small ankles a pat.

“A lesser man would’ve caved and perished.” Alfie agrees with a hard expression.

“Little fighter.” Alma whispers, leaning down to give her a kiss to her fluffy head of curls. “Perhaps everything will turn for the better. One can only hope and pray. She’s never given up before, let’s hope that holds up this time around.” she looks to Alfie with sad eyes. “But I did want to thank you, for getting her back. For taking such severe and swift action against the person who did this.”

“As I told her, I would burn down the whole fuckin’ country for her. No one messes wif a Solomons. And she is. If ‘ats how they want to treat her then she is to me.”

“I approve of your retaliation.” Altar lets him know. “Not only from an uncle’s standpoint. But from a man who has had to make many of the same decisions. If they come for your heart, you go for their head. Take them out and leave him no choice. Can’t show weakness in this sort of life.”

“My sentiments exactly.” Alfie nods solemnly. “I went for his livelihood. All the businesses and properties in his name. Gone. But this one here...she’s the one what killed him.”

Altar beams proudly. “My little Lily.”

“As much as I hate the idea of her having to do that, I can only approve. Revenge is something so few women get on their abusers.”

“Time will come for us all, dear.” Altar gives her a supportive rub on her back. “Even little George will have his day. He’s busy digging his own grave so we don’t even have to do anything at this point.” he rolls his eyes.

“He’s been in decline for some time. Which is what I assumed brought him to act so swiftly towards our Geneieve. He needed an outlet for his anger at his own shortcomings. His selfishness is coming back to bite him. He doesn’t have the power or the money like he used to. Too many poor decisions. No one wants to work with him because all this is rumored among his peers. He’s a weak little man, now both physically and mentally. Used to he was a stout thing, but in his old age his black heart has made him decline so quickly.”

“Good.” Altar gruffs out. “Bastard deserves worse.”

Alma shrugs. “It is true. But time will come for him. And I leave it to the higher powers to decide now. I am taking my life into my own hands, on my own terms now. My darling here gave me that push to do so. I can’t imagine having to do it at such a young age with no experience.”

“Luckily she came to me.” Altar adds.

“So true.” Alma agrees. “And now I am as well.” her face is still a frown, but a hopeful glint in her eyes. “We won’t be staying long, I’m afraid. I don’t want word to get out that we’re staying here and have George do something moronic about it. But we will be only a phone call away. I know it was a chance coming here, people seeing or hearing, but…”

“She will be better for it. Thank you.” Alfie says reaching out and placing his hand over hers. “As you said. A girl needs her mum sometimes. And now she needs all the help she can get. I’ll be sure she knows you’re well, and with Altar when she’s a bit more herself. She’ll be happy to hear it. Expect letters.” he ends on a light-hearted note and giving her a charismatic smile.

“I expect many.” she beams in response, a gulp and giving his hand a squeeze. “I’m leaving you with my most precious belonging, Solomons.”

“And she is mine as well. Have no doubt. I will always do what I think is best for her, for us. Not only out of respect for you and our laws but as a man who loves her. Who understands her and wants her to thrive. I would never act against her interests. Be sound knowing I will do everythin' in my power to keep your little girl safe and healthy. Her wellbeing in mine now.”

“And you will let me know the moment the wedding planning begins. I must be involved.” she adds on a lighter note.

“Of course.” he smiles softly. “We would have it no other way.”

“I knew there would be little traditional about my daughter's life once she left, but if I still can’t help but have the same wants of tradition when it comes to her wedding. She already skipped the planner and chose her own groom.” she chuckles. “So amuse an old woman and let her be a good Jewish mother for the first time.” she grins.

“What old woman?” Alfie says with a smirk.

Altar laughs loud enough for Gen to stir before he reaches down to rub her back to soothe her. “Told you he was cheeky. Same as Lily. No wonder you found each other. A couple of charismatic to a fault little buggers.” he chuckles.

“Altar!” she scolds and shoots him a look.

“No, no. As usual he is right. Both stubborn as hell but we’ve got our humor.” Alfie confides.

“She gets both from you.” Alma side eyes Altar.

“Oh but if you were only honest with yourself sister.” he laughs. “Us birds of a feather. We will always find ourselves in others and flock together won’t we?”

“Even when we aren’t looking for one another. As in our case.” Alfie’s adds a touch of sentimentality.

“Like bubbie said, when you aren’t looking for it.” Alma begins as she knows Altar will continue.

“That’s when you find it.” Altar finishes with a charismatic grin.

Alfie recalls Gen saying something much of the same sentiment. One night on her wine, lips on his jaw and fingers in his beard. She was never looking for him, for love. But against all odds it found her. Disguised for so long as something else, trying to run from her and hide, she carried on. She said she would change nothing that brought her to him, that kept them together. He wonders if she would say the same after this was over. Would she still not regret finding him, falling in love with a man like him and letting more danger into her life? He wasn’t a praying man, but he did hope that she wouldn’t regret the path they were on together now. ‘As long as it leads me to you.’ she would say. He truly hoped that would still be the case.

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After tearful and grateful goodbyes, Gen remaining lucid and not embarrassing herself or Alfie while her family was there he was breathing easy for a lovely moment in time.

Gen felt a rush of energy within herself, unsure of how to elaborate on it or process it she finds herself restless. The excitement sending too many signals off in her brain for her to calm down hours after they’ve gone. With Alfie asleep in their bed, a soft mess of dark gingery hair and a still hard looking face even at rest she slowly creeps out and into the bathroom.

She looks at herself in the mirror, facing herself truly for what was the first time since the incident. She didn’t remember each mark or bruise, and she truly didn’t want to. She wanted to never remember. Recalling the feeling of Horne’s brain as her nails dug into it when she killed him was enough for her. If he deserved that he wasn’t worth remembering.

A soft snort comes from the bedroom, a welcome change of thought. She leans against the doorway, her temple to the gilded frame. The past weeks were a fog to her, but she did remember Alfie always being there. She sighs and hums with a contented feeling as she watches him. The noise surprises her after the fact. She hadn’t heard herself speak except for her own thoughts since she came to in the hospital. But she hadn’t really tried, only pushing out the first syllable to indicate the severity of her words. Another snore from Alfie’s full and chapped lips as he rubs his face into the pillow. The sun would be up soon and so would he, or as soon as he discovered she wasn’t there. She decides to thank him for his dedication during all this chaos. Full days she didn’t remember, spans of trauma she didn’t care to remember that were still locked away in her brain, only coming in dreams and unwanted, uncontrolled flashes at random times. The medicine had helped those it seemed. It kept her impassive, kept everything with a lovely fuzzy frame of numbness around it. It was how she preferred to exist. The pain was still too much, both the physical and the mental. The morphine was a calm sanctuary she could return to when she needed, when things started to feel sharp and edged, she could go back to the cozy comfort of numbness. The morphine was becoming her best weapon.

But in these wee morning hours, before Alfie had to get up to make the drive to London, she rubbed her throat and tried to clear it as she felt muscle control coming back with the first dose of morphine taunting her in the near future. Reminding her it’d been hours and they were due for another rendezvous. But with her control, she warms up her throat and tries to speak. By the hour Alfie should rise, she would give him something to show she was trying.

She tasted blood but she didn’t care. Her voice light and raspy, but there. An odd soreness to her tongue she’d never felt before, her neck ragged but functional. She sits on her throne of pillows in the big elaborate bed with her various accouterment of medicinal devices and tonics around her. She waits, the light from the sun filtering through slightly, soon to rouse the sleeping bear she gently stroked that lay next to her, sprawled on his stomach.

A deep, sleep-filled grunt escapes him and she smiles. Fingertips over his nose and temples, waking him more.

“Mmph.” he blubs out with flared nostrils. Alfie loved being up before everyone else, the feeling of getting a head start on every other lazy fucker who was still in bed. But the act of waking itself he was not a fan of. He hadn’t realized how integral Gen’s practice of waking him gently had helped ease him back into the plane of reality until he no longer had it. He’d awoken to a still woman next to him, sleeping through him getting ready most mornings. But he’d forgotten all that time in the dim light alone for a moment as he crawled from the shelter of sleep with the tickle of her fingertips on his skin. “Mmph?” he asks with a clear question.

Gen remains soft, covers pulled up over her to her stomach, nails now on his scalp.

“Mmph. Genny?” he asks while rubbing his eyes. “Ya should be asleep, love.” he mutters and tries to focus.

“Matin.” comes from her mouth and he almost misses it. Easier to speak for her than the English greeting, she whispers it to him, leaning closely.

With a stiff grunt, he raises his head up fast, a pop of his neck as he does so. “Wha-?” he mumbles, and rolls to her side, reaching out to take her hand into his, holding it in the warm spot where he’d slept. “Genny love what are you doin’?”

“Good...morning.” she forces out, a childish expression on her face, hoping for happiness and praise.

“Fuck me…” he whispers, sitting up and giving her a more focused expression. “Ya talkin’ again?” he questions with a deep throaty noise of approval, reaching over to cup her face.

“Good... morning... Alfie.” she says slowly.

“Oh, pet. Little French flower, my darlin’...” he coos at her, caught up in her wide eyes that met his and the subtle smile and closed eyes that nuzzled into his hand as he held her face. “Don’t ya be pushin’ yaself too much. Stubborn thing.” he grins and kisses her forehead. “Ya know I am weak for my name from your lips, love, don't be exploitin’ a man now.” he gives her a warm smile and kisses her cheek and she happily hums. A sound besides one of pain for the first time he recalled after touching her in such a way.

“Good morning... Alfie.” she says again, a rough delivery but her voice most certainly.

“It is, love. It is.” he says before giving her the most chaste and innocent of kisses that he feels her reciprocate. A brief moment in time where everything was light and hope-filled in his sleepy brain. Something he would think back on when her condition was questionable. This small moment that meant so much to them both. They both felt as one again. No matter how fleeting these moments could be.

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[jd-arts319]

Genesistale!!!!

Info:an Au where evolutions take place,the au's origin was currently unknown, but the monsters that lived there are called genesis monsters or evo monsters for short,the Au have been under locked & keyed for years now that not even the creator or the destroyer knew this Au,

The monsters in genesistale have power to evolve in their stronger form when in battle.

Story:a long time ago,humans & monsters live in peace,they have been.living in harmony in years until one day,a mysterious turquoise gemstone was found In the cave of Mt.ebott,the stone was studied by prof.w.d gaster along with the old mages,when they first experimented it on a plant,the results lead them to founding out the stone was a evolution stone,because of this discovery,Dr.w.d gaster & the old mages had talked about the stone in the matter,however a certain human who despised monsters for so long decided to use the stone against monsters & humans to ruining the peace,the humans & monsters band together to try & fought the now genocidal beast,but they are no matched towards the genocidal beast,until one of the monsters took the evo stone & Their a new beacon of hope have been made,seeing the monster evolve into a stronger ver.of Themselves,all the monsters took one of each piece of stone & evolved into their stronger forms along with the humans,they have defeated said beast,however the king decided that in order for all of monsters & humans to live in peace,he decided to ask the 7 wizards to trap the beast in the underground with all of the monsters including himself,the idea was successful but it leaves all the humans in grief & despair for their monster friends took the sacrifice for their sake.

Years had passed a unique human came into the underground & Their,the story begins....

Name:fana reine C.verdana/reine genesis

Age:16(Preiviou)-19(present)

B-day:June,30

Gender:female(GF)

Alias:rei,renny,genny

Relatives:Penelope genesis(step sister)

Personality:quite,calm,anti-social & socially awkward,aloof,reine acts like a normal sans but more active,she is also had long patient,hard to read,Nice,kind,earnest,cool,helpful,funny,rarely gets mad(be careful)

Likes:drawing,sleeping,singing(when no one is around),music,stargazing,night strolls,kids(sometimes)creating something.

Dislikes:he bullies,racist & discriminations,feeling alone,being misjudge,being centered on attention for too long.

Info:once was a human that fell in the underground & live with the sibling of skeleton she fused with,reine was only a human that lived a normal life,except with a bully who clearly hates her,she deals it in her own way until everything changes when she got lost in the Mt.ebott,meanwhle in the underground monsters lived peacefully with No human had fallen down since then,that is until another came & there things went downwards,leaving them to deal with a genocidal child,however things change another Human came & there escalated the two fighting but an unfortunate fate came,leading reine to die to the hands of the human while the said human died into the hands of the au's "sans" however the reset had cause her to be in a new timeline where she was experimented by a mysterious human who had found out she can remember the resets & experimented on here turning her into a half amalgamate,but that was put to an end when the genocidal human came again &.killed the scientist,another months had passed,she was almost having her normal life back,word"almost" when her bully(posessed by the genocidal human) came again & tried to kill her,only to be saved by "sans" who had used the evo stone to kill the human that posessed the bully,however the power was too much & it leads him to dying,reine who had been saved by "sans" was asked by him to fuse her soul with his body & take care of his Lil' sister,penelope, before he passed away,she agreed because she was indebt of him & there she is no longer a human,but an evo skeleton monster,with the promise in mind she starts a new life not knowing there is something the Au was keeping.

Abilities:(inhenced)gaster blasters,bones,Telekinesis,teleportation, Crystallokinesis,evolution,weapon summoning,code manipulation,(others unknown)

Name:Penelope gensis

Age:17

Gender:female

Alias:penny,lope,loppy

B-day:July,6

Relatives:Magnus(GT!sans),reine gensis(step sister)

Personality:(past)cheerful,quirky,kind,sweet,sisterly,(present)quite & stoic,now mellow & soft spoken but had terrifying anger(reine is wrost though),mature,& helpful.

Likes:cooking,gardening,Springs,kids,helping out.

Dislikes:some Au papyruses BS(some if the learn a lessons not to anger her),being reminded of he brother's death.

Info:the little sister of Magnus,penelope was grief stricken by the death of her brother,she used to be a cheerful girl,but the death of her brother hits her hard,she is now quite & mournful until reine came & she started to open up once more when she now mellow person who helped around the omega timeline.

Abilities:floral manipulation,blasters & bones,Telekinesis,teleportation,blue magic.

Facts

reine was actually came from me it's translate in two different languages mine is "reina" in Italian means "queen","reine" is the same in French.

She had a necklace given to her by sans before he died,that necklace was a genesis stone,it was unknown why "sans" gave her the peice of the real stone.

Penelope is the only female papyrus existed being Born as a female & not gender switch.

Reine had known the au's from the start,when she only saw them as her dreams.

Reine gets along well with the bad sanses & the good ones.

She met pj in a dreamscape when he was alone in the anti-void,the two met earlier than before.

Her real name is Fana Reine Charm Verdana,The name"Fana" came from my other oc,charm from my tumblr.& verdana was from my.oc.

Fana & reine are two seperate beings,one where fana had a different timeline while reine had fana's old timelines.

Reine was supposed to be "fana" but I changed them into separate beings.

Reine is me along with fana,I also have other au's ver.of reine but never much get into until now,available only are her fell & swap ver.but also her pj daycare ver.CT!Reine

She can be shipped as well as penelope.

She had a soul of time & evolution,while penelope had the soul of passion & happiness.

She had her hair still,she just hides them in a beanie underneath the hood.

Relationships:

Penelope:she & Penelope had a bit awkward & rocky relationships as siblings after sans death,but penelope soon slowly accepted reine as her new sibling.

Paperjam:she & him are friends from the start,where she was only 10 yrs.old &.only human,she & pj met in a dreamscape & had bonded each other becoming as friends,they still kept in contact on each other until she was 16 both had lost each others contacts,but the two will meet again in the near time,since the Au was underlocked & keyed until,she & Penelope found a way to get out of their Au & will soon meet each other again.

Bad sanses:she actually gets along well with the bad sanses,she helped horror with error to give them foods for his Au,helped killer with his emotions,helped dust with his power-hungry LV & EXP,helped nightmare with his personal issues,helped cross to restore his Au,& helped error with not only his hapephobia but also his other personal issues,she saw what the bad sanses really like inside,as she knew they care about each other deeply.

Chara's & some frisk's:she helped error with taking care of the chara's & some frisk's,she was Their big sister figure.

Good sanses:she had rather weird relationship with the three,she likes blueberry just fine she just finds him very....quirky,as for dream she saw him as a person who needs therapy....srsly is anyone gonna helped the golden boy? No?...ok,as for ink she saw ink as a toleretable soulless friend,yes she knew he was soulless.

Palette & goth:she loves the two as siblings & clearly shipped the two as her otp.

Tk:she likes to hang out with Tk & his papyrus along with their alternatives,both she & Penelope are Their funnester babysitters.

Abyss & his Team:

Abyss:her fluffy friend she adored & tease with but also the one who helped her with her soul.

Mecha:she sees as mettaton 2.0,but likes him for his funny yet seen attitude.

V:awkward acquaintances but gets along well.

Kin & beats:both bond over music & drawing.

Ganz(&Mel):she helps him with his mental state & sometimes talked to mel about him.

Most close relationship with Reine:

Penelope as her sister

Pj as her best friend(or boyfriend eh???*slapped by reine* :''''))

Error:duncle

Goth & palette:her cute otps

Tk & papyrus:her funnester bro's.

Ct!pj:her friend she is very much fond of...

Their au's counterpart:

Fell!Reine(Quinn)& swap!Reine(raina)

CT!Reine/Regina

Tk!Reine

Error!Reine/digit

Abyss!Reine/Novia

You can ship her with as:

Reine X pj!

Ct!Reine/Regina X Ct!Pj

(you can send some ship for her but I know no one will pay attention to them or either this blog anyway qwq)

Trivia:

All of their names are actually means "queen" just like mine,no really my secondary-name means "queen"in Italian.

She is basically oldest oc.

I shipped her with pj/Ct!pj even though she hates it ;)

Penny almost took after me as well as reine.

She had other au's ver. Like digit(error!Reine),Novia(abyss!Reine)

She likes to eat bread & warm milk to drink,she also liked ground meat burger,& her fav.drink is water or other flavor drinks,she likes the savory type of food than the junk foods.

Penelope is inspired by marcophanges from cell in delivery(I think)along with Reine.

Reine is inspired by Ania to skele!nia from @ania-da-pez

My 1st of liking undertale is @ania-da-pez ,along with @harrish6

Fana can be shipped but she is canonly shipped with Sean by my long time friend @rainbowdiamondsumaita so yeah,ads for me I cannot be shipped.

Reine is my real main oc/muse or mascot.

(you can ship my oc's if ya all want 😏(eventhoughsomeofthemwillneverfamousanywatnorwillbeshippedqwq)(

Genesistale,Reine & Penelope belongs to meh-

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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.

~

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!”

[siraranispleased]

Valentia Top 10 // Honourable Mentions

After Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones, Gaiden/Shadows of Valentia has the most economic-sized cast in the franchise. And, much like Sacred Stones, boy do they get the most mileage out of their characters. Not only was designing the Top 10 pretty hard, having to make some seriously painful cuts, even making this Honourable Mentions post, honouring another 10 characters, feels like I’m leaving some characters very dear to me out to dry.

But, I have to press on, for the sake of personal tradition, so, here’s another bunch of just good good characters who probably would’ve made the Top 10 proper in--well, I was going to say “in other games” but, no, they’d probably be muscled out again by the established 10, but, still, I can’t NOT gush about them.

Atlas: Oh my god, you could grind meat on tha--ah! There’s something amusing about the burly mountain man being such a doofus in his Base Convos, and his love for his family is adorable. As an aside, if and when he comes to Fire Emblem Heroes, please, PLEASE let him be a Green, Axe unit.

Clair: I have never seen such physical perfection. I suppose my growing appreciation for haughty uptown girl with the tongue of silver and heart of gold characters, like Calill and Maribelle and Clarine (hey, wait a minute!) really helped me appreciate Clair, too.

Forsyth: Were Lukas not in this game, Forsyth would’ve probably been my favourite Lance user, hands down. His enthusiasm and honesty are so goddamn adorable, and I was so happy when he finally achieved his dream of knighthood. Plus, his voice actor provided the single best ad-libs in the game: “Whap-pish!”

Genny: Novis Squad is the BEST Squad. Roll out! Genny is just so goddamn precious and adorable and her hair is so fluffy and her friendship with Sonya is so wonderful and OH MY GOD I need more content of her being a culturally transformative author.

Mycen: Perhaps the most painful cut from the Top 10, proper. Consider Mycen my #11. His relationship with Alm and Celica is just too much. I still tear up thinking of his rescue of Celica from the burning villa, or his support with Alm rebuilding a damaged relationship, especially giving Alm room to breathe and think.

Python: Like everyone, I enjoyed his snark and laziness. And, I suppose, like everyone, I then saw his support with Lukas, and how down to earth wise he is, and I fell in love with him even more. (So, yeah, #12, I guess). I want Python to be my friend and offer me real advice, because I know he won’t rag on me for being a lazy piece of shit. Or, at least, he’ll own up to his hypocrisy.

Rudolf: Probably now my third favourite antagonist in the franchise, after Nergal and Lyon, but just ahead of Gangrel and Zephiel. I love the twist on his Conqueror motif, even before that became an established thing in the franchise, and the unique details of his relationship with Alm were wonderfully sad. The only point I’d dock him is the tragic removal of his magnificent mustache, although, I suppose those sideburns are picking up the slack.

Tatiana & Zeke: Another inseparable pair, they not only make me finally appreciate Camus/Sirius as a character, but help me consider the Camus/Nyna/Hardin love triangle one of the most tragic love stories in the franchise. Also, that little detail that it’s the brooding, aloof Zeke who comforts the otherwise perky and blissful Tatiana due to her worries of selfishness and self-deprecation regarding Zeke’s memory in their supports is incredible.

Valbar: I just wanna say, what a goddamn turn around, from being my go-to bad joke about the experimental nature of Gaiden (“Like giving cover space to such an insignificant dude like goddamn Valbar.”) to being a legitimately charming and pleasant character, in a boisterous, gruff way. I can honestly see what Leon sees in him.

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A Dash of Inspiration

Fandom: Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia Pairing: Saber x Genny Rating: T Words: 768 Chapter: 4 out of 5

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14th of Wyrmstym, Dolth’s Keep

           “For the record, I’m not opposed to helping you out here, but don’t you think this place is rather…” Sonya glanced around the dreary keep, a window showing the hellscape that sits pleasantly in the murky weather. “Well, it’s not exactly romantic.”

           Genny figured something out after her sort of date with Saber, one very vital piece of information: He didn’t see her as much of a woman as she needed him to. Fate was particularly kind, as it were, and Sonya happened to join with Celica. As such, the young woman had a wealth of knowledge of feminine charms to draw from.

           Which led to a problem in of itself. In Sonya’s own words, she didn’t put on makeup and jewelry to seduce others, but more to make up for lost time living in the priory. A chance is a chance, however, and if that meant Genny was able to accomplish her goal, then all the better.

           The two were in front of a mirror they had found while Celica explored the keep, with Genny sitting in front of it and Sonya just behind. Genny smiled as Sonya brushed her hair, looking at her through the mirror. “The way you’re doting on me really is like a mother. You just look so stern that, well, I was still worried you wouldn’t help me.”

           Sonya let the remark about her motherly actions slip by, although she had tried to project a cool beauty akin to a sister for the younger woman, her apparent resemblance to Genny’s mother was too strong. “After all we’ve been through, and you still thought that?” Sonya let out a scoff, “You’re too hard on yourself.”

           “Hee hee…” Genny closed her eyes, content for the moment. “If you can teach me how to do this myself, then I can do it myself when the time is right, right?”

           “That would make it more special if you stand up on your own like that,” Sonya nodded, fluffing Genny’s fluffy fluff of hair. “Short of professional equipment, I’m afraid I can’t do much beyond helping it look less fussy.”

           “Oh, that’s alright, it feels nice when you pat my head like that, so I figure… it would be for the best it stayed floofy,” Genny lost herself in thought for the moment, imagining what Saber’s rough hands would feel like patting her on the head. If Genny were a piece of furniture, she’d be a space heater from that thought.

           Sonya smiled as she rummaged through her kit. “It’ll be harder for me to apply makeup if you’re that red. Trying to match your robes, perhaps?”

           “Wh-wh-what?” Genny shook herself out of her imagination. “No, I was just…” she trailed off, followed by the two women laughing together. “So, how, or what sort of makeup are you planning to use?”

           “Something subtle for you, any more than that and it might look garish on you,” she began applying the makeup lightly on Genny, far less than she would herself use. For a moment, Sonya was reminded of the first time she had tried it by herself. As proud as she was to prance around towns looking like a clown, the retroactive humiliation she felt was too much, and sparing Genny such feelings was a priority.

           Sonya worked diligently for several minutes, and finished with a grin. “It’s not much, you’re awfully cute on your own, but see how you like it.”

           Genny opened her eyes, expecting herself to look like Sonya. Mature, womanly, incredibly defined face sharpened by the makeup. Instead, she found… just herself. Her cheeks and lips were a touch pinker and eyes outlined further. She couldn’t help but deflate, a sense of defeat permeating her being.

           Sensing the mood, Sonya rubbed Genny’s shoulders gently. “You’re worrying too much. You’re still growing, aren’t you? Even if your face is playing catchup, being mature’s a state of mind, all you have to do is embrace it.”

           Genny glanced up at Sonya. “Are you sure about that?”

           “Sure I’m sure. Have I ever said something untrue?”

           “W-well, no…”

           “Then what’re you so worried about?” She gave Genny a wide grin, who matched Sonya’s. “Easy part’s over, though. Now you just have to get out there and snag them, don’t you think?”

           Genny nodded once and stood up. “You’re right. Thank you, sincerely,” Genny embraced Sonya, who stiffened up for a moment, before hugging right back. She broke it and began walking off, waving to Sonya.

           Sonya watched Genny leave, a smile on her face. “Hope it works out for you, kid.”

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Week-End Update: Home Stretch Into The Holidays

Can you believe, Thanksgiving is only a few days away and some of the pups are super excited because they’ll be settled into their homes in time to celebrate how grateful they are to be a permanent member of their own furever family!

It feels like it was Shepherd week because Margie (now Maya), Rambo, Sophie & Tango all met great people ready to “put a tag on it” as it were. Ferguson (now Potter), Iggy, Juliette & Zoey all have homes in time for the holidays, as does Miss Shana (aka Ridley) who changed her name to Blossom.

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Ferguson now Potter

Iggy

Juliette

Rambo

Shana Ridley now Blossom

Sophie

Tango

Zoey

Margie now Maya

  Vivi & mom

We’d like to thank Vivi FKA Victoria & her mommy for all the support they’ve given us, and a special thanks for all the items they donated to us this week too!

        We have some pre-holiday updates to share with you:

Annalee FKA Anna Lee

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“Here’s our precious Anna Lee at Halloween. We’re having a great time with her. Thanks for bringing her into our life!”

  Logan

“Logan is great. love his energy and spirit. Were discovering more of his traits as we go along. He’s very smart…..super fast. I like the idea of agility training. Love his confidence. He went to the vet today. He checked out great….a couple of parasites which we are treating for. Stool is still loose.  Crating is going well. We will definitely get him some training. such a great pup. I hope Sue’s family is not missing him too much. Thanks for checking in.”

  Charlie FKA Champ

Charlie FKA Champ

“Great to hear from TLC!

Charlie is doing brilliantly and loves his fellow canine Pip Marie. Charlie is loving, affectionate, funny, obediate and some how I feel “grateful” for a home where he is loved. Charlie can still “shy ” and does have more difficulty with males. Charlie is quite the watch dog off AND on leash and we are working on training him to understand he is safe – and that I am too.

We are so grateful to have Charlie – my son is so devoted to him as well. Thank you for providing a safe refuge for dogs before adoption!!! Here is a silly picture of Charlie having a laugh!”

  Luna FKA Diana & Mady FKA Tamber

Luna and Mady

“Hi TLC Team! Luna developed a lump on her hind hip that we had checked out. Originally they told us it was a fatty mass, but told us if it got larger or harder, to bring her back. Well, wouldn’t you know it, it grew and got a bit firmer. They surgically removed it. She spent 10 days with that darn cone thing on her poor little head. It didn’t stop her from doing anything after 2 days. We were told to make sure she didn’t run around, yeah right, they know Luna!! Anyway, the biopsy came back as just a benign, fatty mass. We were all on pins and needles for about 2 weeks until we received the results. Luna is such a blessing to our family. She, along with Mady, bring our family so much joy and make us complete. I don’t know what we would do without them. Just took this photo of them, are they not the cutest puppies ever!!! Oh by the way, the vet told us that the fatty mass is very common for a boxer!!! So I guess Luna has some boxer in her! Happy Holidays!!”

  Ruger FKA Ruben

Ruger FKA Ruben

“Ruger is so happy and we love him more and more each day!

He is 40 lbs now and such a love bug! He gives hugs it’s adorable, he puts one paw on each shoulder and lays his head up to ours.”

      Jesse

“We adopted Jesse in September and she is amazing she let’s me rub her tummy and does a happy dance when we go out. She is so lovable and sweet. It’s so wonderful to see how much love can change a soul, thank you so much”

  Duke FKA Floyd

Duke FKA Floyd

“Overall, he’s been a “puppy”.

We get lots of compliments on the color of his coat. He’s really good with kids and loves attention. “

      Penny FKA Shayna

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“Thank you for reaching out, I hope you’re doing well! 

Penny is doing great 😀. She is such a sweet, loving dog- she has fit right into our life! Penny loves going for walks, playing in the dog park, and snuggling at night. She is mostly house trained at this point and passed level 1 of her dog obedience class! We’re hoping to get her in the next level class or agility class next year. 

We are so grateful to have found her- thank you so much for all of your help and support!! I attached a few photos of our little muffin too!

We’re signed up for the newsletter but please continue to keep in touch and let us know if we can support TLC in any way. “

  Odie

“All is well with Odie! He has adjusted well to his new home. He’s a good dog! Loves taking walks, digging in the backyard & chasing squirrels & birds!!! He is also very playful & loves belly rubs and attention!! Lol

we love having him as part of our family! :)”

  Chester FKA Chase

Chester FKA Chase

“Chase (now Chester) is a happy boy- and so is Roxy! Thanks for finding us such a lovely boy!”

        Norah FKA Harley

Norah FKA Harley

“Norah turned 2 at the beginning of the month we’ve almost had her 2 years in January … she’s so perfect we love her so much and so does her big sister ”

        Remmi FKA Genny

Remmi FKA Genny

“I got the DNA testing back! Remmi (genny) is chow (as u mentioned all dogs are) white swiss and german shepherd, bulldog and boxer!! 🤗 🐶 i love her to pieces! Thanks so much!”

      Lady’s pups celebrated their first birthday

Piper FKA Lally

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With our litter celebrating their first birthday this week, we wanted to send some updates on Piper (Lally).

  She is up to 35 pounds and still very short.

She loves most other dogs, especially golden retrievers, yellow labs, and French bulldogs.

She loves to chase squirrels in the park, walk along the Delaware River on Penn’s Landing, and take lots of naps!

We thankfully got her stomach issues figured out through a mix of specialized food from Royal Canin and a daily probiotic.

She has also gotten a lot less anxious thanks to her vet recommending a daily dose of Prozac.

  We would love to see photos and hear about the rest of the litter as well!”

  Copper FKA Laddie

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I love seeing and hearing about Cooper’s (Laddie) siblings!   

  Cooper is a big boy!  He weighs about 50 lbs.  I’m hoping he’s done growing soon. 

He’s VERY smart, playful and loves other dogs.  He’s not very affectionate but seems to be getting a little better.  He’s such a guard dog!   If he doesn’t know someone who comes over, all the hair on his back goes up. He’s friendly with everyone except some tall men. We can’t figure out why he picks and chooses.   He loves to play on his back while holding toys with his paws. Super funny!   He’s not a fan of the car since he gets sick.  Maybe he’ll outgrow it. 

He’s also great using his doggy door.  He’s a rough and tough dog.  He loves digging, playing ball, frisbee (not a good jumper), going to the dog park and being with family. As you can see, he looks so much like piper but with much longer legs.

Thanks for the update and happy birthday to a great litter! 🎉🎉🎉”

  Luna FKA Laurie

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“It’s so great to see the other pups! It seems that our Luna (Laurie) is the only one with long fluffy hair in the litter! A dog trainer today told me she looked exactly like a Finnish spitz! When I looked it up I couldn’t believe the resemblance!

Luna is a very energetic and bright girl and gets along with other dogs very well. She is very cautious of new people though and will keep her distance until she warms up to someone. She had 2 spells of tummy issues at about 6 months old but we seem to have it under control now. She is a huge cuddle bug and wants nothing but to make us happy! She is quite the chewer though and tends to destroy all of her doggy sisters squeaky toys so we tend to keep those for supervised play time. She is fully grown at only 39 pounds but she has the biggest personality! “

  Endor FKA Lawler

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“I love seeing how everyone grew up!! My 1.5 year old instantly recognized Cooper and Piper because she started calling them “Endy” when we showed her the pictures. 

Endor is also 50lbs. He’s losing his summer coat, so he looks pretty lanky right now. 🙂 He’s DEFINITELY a teenager! He loves playing ball and frisbee, and he enjoys chewing on bones and his antler. Does anyone else’s pup bury their treats??? I’ve NEVER had such a stereotypical dog in my life. If we give him a special bone or treat, he immediately starts looking for someplace to bury it (under the rug…in the yard…in the couch cushions… 🙄) 

He’s a happy boy with a lot of energy. He loves his kids, cats, and mom and dad. And he enjoys chasing the squirrels in the yard. And digging holes. So many holes. In my garden, in my planters, in the lawn… Lol

We took a bunch of training classes, but now that I’m back to work, we’re taking a small hiatus.

One thing’s for sure: he is a very handsome boy! 

Hope everyone else is well. Keep the updates coming, and happy birthday to the L Litter!”

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Choking On Sapphire 56

Title & Song: Knee Socks

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count:  6100+

Summary: After their grand night together of confessing their feelings and officially becoming a couple, we get to see the unfiltered Alfie and Gen simply being together. Flirting, praise and future plans all over a intimate breakfast and more time spent together in bed before Gen has to go back home. 

Warnings/Tags: Language. FLUFF. Romance. Explicit sexual content: oral. Shameless flirting. Sweet talking. Them finally being together and letting themselves openly be attracted and like each other.  Wearing Alfie’s clothes/shirt.

**Chapter song is Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys.*

Click on my screenname then go to Mobile Masterlist in my bio for my other works and chapters. (Had to do this since Tumblr killed links, sorry.)

A knock to the door of the bedroom wakes you both. You barely flutter your lashes before keeping them closed again.

"Yeah. Fuckin'..." he clears his throat. "Yes Magda we'll be down." he shouts before laying back down behind you, both arms wrapping around your body as you smile. He pulls you to him. "Fuckin' c'mere." he grunts out, tone playful for just having been woken up. He murmurs into your hair, kisses soon follow with pecks to your neck and shoulders where he lingers.

You move your hands to his forearms, letting out a yawn, nails raking gently across the fuzzy, solid arms that held you tight. "Lemme turn to see you." you whine, pouting still when he finally lays eyes on your sleepy face. "There's my handsome man." you coo, shutting your eyes again before your arms finish wrapping around his neck, bringing your lips together for your favorite sort of kiss. So lazy and slow in the mornings, deep grunts and groans, bodies so warm and his hot hands roaming across your back and bum.

"Mornin' gorgeous," he purrs as you pull back from the kiss, leaving your fingers in his hair, combing through the messy crown as it'd gotten so long. "Never said it before, but now I 'spose I can.” he grins, eyes only half open, hand moving from it's firm grip on your bum to pushing back your messy nest of hair. "Your hair is particularly splendid in the morning, you know 'at?" he says in a sigh.

"Particularly large and unruly." you say with a soft laugh.

"'Ats what I like 'bout it." he grumbles before giving you another kiss. "Look like some sort of fluffy, long-haired jungle cat." his deep hoarse laugh makes goosebumps break out across your skin.

"You like the wild woman look?" you inquire with a loving tone.

"Mmmph." he nods. "Reckon so." he grins, eyes finally blinking open fully. "Suits you." he adds before letting out a loud groan and shaking with a stretch. You see the half curly and half kinked curls fall across your chest and stomach, you'd just have to take his word that unkempt was attractive on you. "Would you like breakfast, love?" he asks, scratching his head and looking down at you.

"Yes, I'm starving." you say, following his lead and taking a long, indulgent stretch ending in a squeak.

He rises from the bed and in the light of the early morning you get to see him move in all his glory. Tattoos across his arms and shoulders, shifting as the lean muscle moved, pushing himself off the bed and followed down to the bulky arse and thighs of him as he moved to pick up your dress from the floor, laying it across a chair before opening his wardrobe to put on pants.

"Should I wear that to breakfast?" you say with a laugh, pointing to your dress.

"Nah, nah." he shakes his head and hand, tossing your underwear at you, then one of his loose linen shirts. He shuffles through a drawer to throw a pair of thick socks at you. You lay back and shimmy into the clothing, only clasping a few buttons on the shirt as you rest of the end of the bed as he runs his fingers through his hair to slick it back in the mirror. "Don't get up yet, sweetheart." he wags a finger at you as you start to stand.

Your brows raise in question, watching him move to the door.

"Got a surprise." he says with a mischievous grin before opening the door.

It clicks open and you hear a snort from the other side. The huge wrinkly head of a mastiff pokes through much to your surprise. You both lock eyes and freeze. He doesn't seem sure what to do with this strange lady in his owner's bed and you don't know what to do with this gigantic dog in your boyfriend's bedroom. He looks to Alfie curiously for direction.

"Go on, say 'ello to Genny." he says, motioning his hand in your direction. The big pup's ears perk up at your name a soft snort coming from him as you lower your hand for him to sniff.

"Hello there." you say in a soft, friendly tone. You must smell slightly like Alfie, as he lets out a loud snorf sound, his big jowls puffing out before he started licking your hand. "You got a dog?" you ask with a smile as he moves closer to you for you to pet him. You gently start with his head.

"His name's Cyril." he says, his head tilted and watching the large beast start to lick at your knee as your long nails scratched his head.

"Oh he likes this just like his papa," you say with a laugh, now using both hands to give him a good solid scratch to both sides of his neck. "Hello Cyril," you say sweetly, his tail starts to wag. "Did you keep an eye on Alfie while I was away? Was he a good boy like you're being right now?" the magic words cause his back half to wiggle back and forth.

"He's happy to finally meet the woman I've been jabbering about I'd say." he huffs out with a laugh, crossing his arms and watching you both. Cyril lunges to put his paws up on the bed and you test his lack of personal space by giving him a kiss to the head. He seems to like it as he licks your face in return.

"Has he been talking about me?" you ask him in a baby talk tone, pouting your lips at him. "Nice things I hope," you say to the now rather content looking dog. "You're a very handsome pup Cyril." you compliment him, smooshing his face just slightly. "A little drooly but very sweet boy aren't you?" you coo and his lower half starts to wag back and forth aggressively and you laugh, giving him a kiss to the head again. "He's very well behaved." you return your eyes to Alfie who's looking at you with a content expression, similar to his dogs.

"Eh." he shrugs. "He's showin' off 'cause there's a lady in the house I bet. After you leave he'll go back to being a pain in the arse I'm sure." he says grumpily but you know he's only kidding. "You wantin' to eat now, love?" he asks, pulling the door open further. "Oh yes please." you say giving Cyril one last scratch to his back before Alfie takes your hand and lead you down the stairs.

----

"I knew when I saw you walk in that door you had to be the Genevieve he's been talking about." the older maid says with a smile and a little bow as you walk into the kitchen. Cyril moves to curl up next to the fire, entirely unbothered by your presence.

"Don't be selling me out so quickly Magda." he gruffs out with an easy-going smile.

"Oh, she knows how much you like her if you got her to spend the night. I'm not giving anything away she doesn't already know." she says dismissively.

"Seems you have an Aggie as well?" you smirk and say quietly.

"Aye. Magda was with me before me house burnt down." he nods.

"Ah. Then I won't feel funny saying my apologies for what you'll have to hear coming from that bedroom then." you say with a laugh.

She returns it in full. "I just want him in a better mood." she shrugs.

"I do seem to have an effect on him in such a way." you grin.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not fuckin' here. Bunch of cackling hens." he gruffs out.

"You're still the head of the house my dear." you say with an obvious and playful tone. "But now I'm the neck that turns that head." you giggle and Magda nods approvingly. You kiss the top of his head as he sits at the head of the table. "Where's the loo down here?" you ask, realizing with the cold of the open space sinking in and making you need to pee.

"Down the hall, on the right." she says cheerfully. As soon as she hears the door click shut she looks to Alfie. "I like her." she grins.

"Of course ya do. She's lovely." he says with a smug half-smile.

"I can see why you were so distraught over her. It'll be nice to have another woman around to keep you in line."

"You worry 'bout your own lines there." he wags his finger at her.

"She is very pretty." she lilts in approval.

"Fuckin' gorgeous that one is." he says proudly.

"And yours now I take it?" she smirks.

"She foolishly agreed to such an idea." he huffs out a laugh.

"Good. You need a wife with a good head on her shoulders. She's funny, that's rare in a girl so pretty you know."

"You think I don't fuckin' know that?" he says shaking his head. "There's a reason I've not married before ya know."

"All daft. Head in the clouds or up their arse. Helpless and hopeless. Gold diggers or spies." she says dramatically waving a spoon with her rather spot-on impersonation of him.

"You've been workin' on that impersonation innit ya?" he grins, looking at the paper.

"You caught me." she laughs.

You enter the room, smoothing the ends of the shirt down over your thighs.

"What ya think you're doin'?" he asks with an angry inflection, your eyes going wide and looking over the other side of the table at him.

"Uh...sitting?" you say obviously.

"Not there, no." he shakes his head, his hand reaching out across  to you. You take it and he brings you around the table, patting his thigh with his hand. "Here's your seat." he says with a stern face. You're thoroughly enjoying this new side of Alfie. Pretending to be hard and serious but being an absolute darling.

"Oh but of course. How silly of me." you smirk and sit across his lap, he easily hoists you up and gets you comfortable, one arm around your waist.

"I'll forgive the first indiscretion." he says, eyes returning to the newspaper as your fingers play in the ends of his hair.

"You can't fault me for sin when it's acted out upon in ignorance." you give him a coy smile before he turns his head.

"Yeah you 'ave been studyin' innit ya?" he grins, grumpy facade breaking.

"Apparently not well enough after what I let you do to me last night." you whisper into his ear and he snorts out a laugh.

"Yeah that'll put a damper on some of your favorites won't it?" he grins, showing all his slightly crooked but somehow still proportional teeth.

"It'd take God himself to keep my mouth off of you darling." you coo, a cheeky smile, and a low chuckle rolls out of your mouth before you kiss him.

"Trouble. That's what you are." he scolds, looking up at you from under his heavy brow. You let out a laugh as he bounces you on his leg, a quick kiss to your neck before he thanks the maid for the plate of food. He hands you a piece of toast and jam, he takes a bite of a hard-boiled egg. After you finish your toast he hands you a fork and you pick away at the vegetables, him spooning away at the beans. You'd never eaten such a way with someone before but you found the experience rather bonding and you knew eating breakfast alone at home wasn't going to be nearly as enjoyable, or warm.

You sip at a cup of tea, him with coffee, both looking at the paper. "Oh look there's going to be a fashion parade in town." you say with surprise.

"Fashion parade?" he says with a wrinkle of his nose.

"Yes, designers have women wear their clothes, they show them off, it's like a party but you watch women walk around in different dresses. I've not been to one since Paris." you say tapping the section of the paper you were referring to. "You've seen the girls getting photographed outside the races in the big fancy dresses, prancing around the promenades and what not?"

"Yeah."

"Well, they're paid to be there to model the clothes. Draw interest in the pieces and the designers."

"Huh." he says, sucking his teeth with the realization. "I'd never given a second thought to it before. Had to be more concerned with what's going on inside the tracks."  

"You stick to this section." you tap the list of upcoming races. "And I'll handle this section." you grin as he looks up at you and you tap the announcements. "And we'll have everything covered won't we?" you give him a charming smile and look back down to him.

"Proper teamwork there, sweetheart." he practically purrs as you lean down to kiss him. "We've been together not even half a day and you've already taught me somefin' new. Brilliant little bird." he gives you a cheeky smile and a small smack to your bum. "All them designers should just have you wear their clothes and they'd be swimmin' in money." he praises.

"On the contrary I've been told I'm too top heavy for the samples they have." you shrug, it wasn't an insult to you, merely a statement of fact. You had everything tailored and it'd never made much of a difference to you if you modeled clothing or not, you had other things to do.

He sits his cup down, nostrils flared as his brow lowers and he looks up at you. "Too fuckin' what? Too bloody top heavy? Fuckin' ridiculous!" he says offended enough for the both of you. "They are simply too light in the head if you ask me. Knob heads! Nuffin' wrong with these a'tall!" he defends you to no one and it would charm the pants off you if you were wearing any. "What's that even supposed to fuckin' mean? Who was talkin' out their arse 'bout you, luv?" he says with pouted lips to console you.

"Top heavy. Meaning I suppose I'm not delicate and slight enough for their standards." you shrug and make an indifferent face.

He's shaking his head in disbelief and you're trying not to laugh at his anger. "Bollocks to 'em darlin'." he gruffs out. "Absolute bellends, they are." his voice rumbles in his chest. "Why be delicate when ya can be drop dead fuckin' gorgeous?" his tone changes to the velvety smooth troublemaker that you adore.

"I'm not bothered by it now and I wasn't then." you smile and bath your lashes, seeing his profile as he huffs out his nostrils. "But you all mean and miffed... defending me is rather... titillating." you giggle and stick yor tongue out between your teeth just slightly.

"Mmmph." he grunts, twitching his nose, eyes narrowed and up to no good. He turns his face so it's level with your chest. His hand moves from the paper and cups his hand on your breast. "You think you're clever don't you?" he raises a brow at you and you grin, a laugh shaking your chest and his hand moves to unbutton the shirt to slide his warm hand underneath to soft fabric to reclaim its place on your body.

"I know I'm clever." you say with pouted lips and wide eyes that are playing innocent all too well.

A low laugh rumbled in his chest, a kiss placed to your chest. "And 'at's why I have to keep you all to meself." his voice more breathy now, another longer kiss to between your breasts as his thumb swipes across your nipple. "It confounds me as to how someone could think these weren't... aesthetically pleasing somehow," he speaks softly and shakes his head between your breasts in support of his statement. He hums, kisses moving onto the breast he held in his hand. He holds it firmly, kissing around your nipple and taking his time. "Didn't get enough time with these last night," he grunts. "Could spend all day with my mouth on these big fuckin' tits, Gen." his voice lowers, you hear that familiar thunder of need coating his words. He groans, lost in his own thoughts, you stroke his hair and he grazes your hardened nipple with his nose.

"I wouldn't oppose that plan of action." you let out in a breathy sigh.

"Mmmph." he grunts, lips placing light kisses to the nubs now. "I actually wanted to ask if you wanted to go out tonight." he doesn't stop his light teasing touches as he speaks.

"To where love?" you sigh out.

"My club." his voice is dark and even.

"A date?" your voice lilts.

"Take you out and proper court you, love." he looks up, eyes meeting yours. "What ya say? You can go home and get all tarted up for your Alfie. I'll pick you up and I can make every man in London jealous." he grins.

"You certainly know how to persuade me." you smile and kiss his forehead. "Of course I'll go. Lovely idea, that." you reply cheerfully.

"We'll get overpriced wine, we'll dine... we'll soixante-neuf."

You let out a laugh your chest covering his entire face as your press it together and he moans with you enveloping his face in it, letting his eyes roll back and shut. In the midst of this mild physical assault with his favorite body parts of yours, it couldn't be helped by him to remember his worry about someone else making you laugh like this. He sighs contently, your lingering lavender smell filling his nostrils, his arms wrapping around you. That was his laugh now and he got to be the cause of it. He'd adored the sound and look of it before but this has to be his favorite invocation of it.  "I don't believe the rhyme works when you switch the language, Alfie." He's thoroughly tickled you and you kiss his head. "Although it is the proper version." you praise again. "You're funny, Fie." you coo and the praise goes straight to both of his heads.

"Innit nothin' funny 'bout my intentions." he gruffs out, words mumbles from the grip you had on him. You move your arms so you aren't smothering him but he whines, brow furrowed and putting your arm back where it was. "Leave me here to smother love, let a man die how he wishes." he jokes, you see the rising of his cheeks from a smile.

"Sounds as if you wished to smother between my thighs instead." you smirk, fingers moving through his hair.

"Also a death I would gladly accept." he starts kissing you again, pressing into the soft roundness of you. "Smothered by the soft lips of your cunt." you see his eyes roll behind their lids, you could feel him getting hard under your thighs as he was getting himself worked up at the thought. "That peach of an arse bouncin' and breaking' my fuckin' neck." his fingertips press into the body parts he speaks of.

"You don't have to wait until tonight to be buried in that soft, juicy peach you know." you smirk down at him despite his shut eyes. "You get to have me whenever you want me now, Alfie." you whisper into his ears and he groans again before moving his mouth to your nipple and sucking away at it. "And HOWever you want." At this point, you just want to egg him on. You'd missed his touch so terribly and you wanted more of it before you left. You could tell the idea of you being his was something that was really doing it for him and it didn't not do it for you, per se, but how much he was enjoying it certainly made you more open to the verbal restating of how you belonged to one another.

"Every way Gen." he pants out, tongue circling your nipple outside his mouth. "Any way." he moans before sucking hard again.

"Then let's go back to bed and you can take what's yours," you whisper, a deep grunt of approval huffed out against your breast. "And I can have what's mine." you move your hand to squeeze his thigh.

He kisses up your neck to your lips, your hand moving to his chest, fingers slipping under his shirt. "Get up before I end up taking you on this fuckin' table." he snarls playfully, biting your lower lip. You let out a feminine laugh as you quickly hop off him, and he moves after you. His hands grab at your thighs and bum as you scurry up the stairs. You turn with a smile and a laugh as he pushes the door shut behind him, not looking back.

He holds the back of your head, kissing you hard, a hand moving quickly to your thigh and hoisting it up, running up under the hem of his shirt. "What business you got lookin' better in a man's shirt than I do?" he gruffs out, moving you to the edge of the bed.

"I prefer to wear nothing at all... or you." you say matter of factly as he kisses your neck. He gives a sharp slap to your arse.

"Get on that bed and get in your favorite thing to wear then," he orders a playful bit to your shoulder to punctuate his point. You let out a low chuckle as you crawl up the bed, giving him a show as you take off the shirt, rolling to your back, feet in the air to pull off the wool socks first, then sliding your underwear towards your feet, your dark thatch of hair framed between your thighs as he licks his lips and sheds his clothes before stalking onto the bed after you. He bites and sucks at your legs before moving past you and you watch him lay on his back towards the head of the bed. "C'mere and let me wear my favorite thing." he beckons you with both hands and you crawl up his body. "Get up here, luv." his voice oozing with a gritty masculine nature. "and lemme wear ya like a fuckin' crown." he snarls slightly and you can feel the shudder travel down your body.

You give him a wicked grin, deciding to stand and give him a little show for how his words turned you on. You stand over his face, hands on your breasts and one moving between your legs. You can see his nose twitching, hands rubbing up and down your calves. "Should I have a seat on my throne?" you ask, same sexy smile in place, your tongue running across your teeth.

"My wicked little queen." he groans, hands pushing the back of your knees, dropping you to either side of his face. You push your hair to one side, the wild mess it still was. He huffs out his nostrils and kisses noisily and bites your inner thighs.

Your hands move to the hair at the crown of his head as nuzzles his way between your lips. Tongue wide and lapping, causing you to shut your eyes, a breathy exhale as you tightened your grip on his hair and he lets out a satisfied grunt. "Your hair is the perfect length for me to pull now Fie." you sigh out, giving his head a little shake and you feel his deep laugh rumble across your sex. "Queen's orders you can't cut your hair." you smile to yourself. "I like it too much like this."

"As her Majesty orders." he mumbles out, coming up for air before diving back in again. His hands held your hips tight, roaming over your cheeks and thighs, grasping and pulling tightly as his fingertips left white trails in their wake with their pressure.

"Fuck, I forgot how good you are at this." you whine, your hands on your chest and tweaking your nipples.

"It's easy when you taste so sweet." he grins, sucking a mark on your inner thigh. "You're so fuckin' French love... your cunt tastes like lavender." he smirks to himself, looking up at you with dark eyes.

"Stop being cheeky and get back to my flower, Fie." you bite your lip in amusement at him, pushing his head back into you with a firm grip in his hair. He laughs and licks against you. He gives a firm slap to your bum in appreciation for your playfulness. You close your eyes and put your hands into his hair, scratching down to the scalp and drawing long groans out of him. You rock your hips back and forth, feeling the delicious build as he circled, lapped, flicked and probed every bit of your warm pink flesh eagerly.

"Did you miss this little cunny Alfie?" you ask with a smug grin, a throaty moan, a firm slap and shake of your cheeks as he nips at your clit and you giggle and tense at the sensation. "I certainly missed sucking your cock." you purr, lip bitten in a mischievous expression, another spank, a broad tongue spreading you apart and licking hole to hole to clit, you can hear him panting, sucking and moaning and you let out a cry for his enthusiasm. You lean back, feet back to being planted on the bed as you swing your leg over him.

"Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?" he asks with what could be real anger, you weren't entirely sure, to be honest.

"Have some patience, handsome," you say softly, turning and facing the other way, as he huffs and moans at the sight of you bent over in front of his face. More firm slaps and grabs, open mouth kisses to the back of your thighs, over your now dripping center and back again. "Because I have none." your voice drops, hand wrapping around him and pulling him towards your mouth as you kitten lick away at him.

He grunts and bucks his hips. "Get yer fuckin' mouth around me so I can bury my face in 'is." he orders with another slap and you smirk, humming around his head as he shifts to pile pillows behind him to push himself up to bury himself in you. You didn't line up perfectly but that wasn't about to stop you two.

He feels you shudder, fingers holding you open as he targets your clit and you take him down as far as you can, his hips pushing to make up the difference. With both your mouths busy, broken moans soon start building between you. His hips start slower and work faster as you gasp for breath and swear as you pop off him to give him a few good hard tugs and give his balls a light squeeze. The rumble he sends into you as you makes you take him down again. You greedily slurp him up, hands working at the base of him and kneading at his thick thighs.

Your throat relaxes and he feels you let out a deep guttural sound, your thighs spreading farther apart. "Ya close love?" he asks between broad licks against your clit.

"Yes, use your fingers." you slide him out of your mouth, your hand picking up the slack. "Fuck."  you let out in long drawn out groan as he does as you ask. You latch back around him, moving faster. His fingers fill you up and your eyes roll back and you push him farther back into your throat.

"That greedy mouth of yours is gonna finish me quick, Gen." he rests his head back for just a moment to moan out the words before burying his face again.

"Good." you say harshly, acting out of the accusations of greed he'd growled at you. You suck at him, hand tighter, tongue swirling, his hips bucking deeper.

"Fuckin' 'ell." his eyes squeeze shut, his thumb moves to circle your clit as he pants for air. You feel his exhales hot and fast against your skin. With his free hand, his gives you a hard spank. "Fuck yes, luv. Ungh." his hips stutter but you're already ready for him. "Yes... you fuckin'... unf... I'm gonna come." his hand grips your hips painfully tight and you relish in it.

You don't respond, you keep doing exactly what got you to this point as he strains and groans, grunts with every thrust as he coats your mouth with him. You swallow him down without hesitation, slowing your movements and gently raking your nails across his balls as he shudders, sliding your hands to his thighs and doing the same. His head is still back panting for air, his thumb barely moving haphazardly over your clit as he's lost himself. You sit up, holding the one hand of his that was already at your hip and reaching back and grabbing the other, holding them to you as you bounce your bum on his face.

"I didn't waste a drop like a good little girl now where's my reward?" you say in a bossy tone, wiggling your hips back and forth on his face as he moans again and gets back to work immediately. Tongue warm and wet, dragging across your swollen bud in indulgent strokes. His sounds of enjoyment don't cease, hand flexing and struggling at first, before accepting your dominance and giving in to thread his fingers through yours. It doesn't take him long to get you there with you only focusing on yourself. As your hands start to shake, your moans rising in pitch he breaks free from your grasp and reaches up to grab your chest, fingers quick and twisting your nipples, pushing you fully onto his face.

Being held in place you start to get the feeling in waves, "Fuck... Alfie yes... yes." you cry out, body tensing and thighs shaking as he murmurs something out in appreciation, giving your tits a squeeze as he makes you come. Your hands rest on his hips, raising up to not smother your new partner, hips still wiggling with aftershocks. He nips at your thighs, open mouth kisses to the creases between them and hands massaging your hips.

You'd like to collapse on him but you decide not to, throwing your leg up and letting yourself roll onto your back next to him, a hand placed on his calf, fingers lightly rubbing the fuzzy surface to show your appreciation despite your sudden but passing tiredness.

"And now..." he gruffs out, rolling and crawling over to you, holding himself up over you as you look at him with satisfied half-lidded eyes. "I'll still be able to give you a proper fuckin' seein' to tonight." he grins as you wick away moisture from his beard with a content sigh.

"Already planning ahead." you let out a soft laugh. "Clever lad." you smile and he leans down to kiss you.

"The thought of when I can get my hands on you again is never far from my mind, darling." you hum and smooch away at each other. "More importantly, I gotta plan so these old bones can keep up with you." he laughs, laying on his side and you turn towards him.

"Nothing old about that bone of yours, Fie." you chuckle.

"Nah but the knees... the back... the fuckin' hips... them's another story." he says with a raised brow and you plant another kiss on him.

"I'll just have to bring my oils with me tonight then." you coo. "Give you a nice long rub down, yeah?" you beam at him. "Been too long since I've done it anyway." your fingers play in his beard.

"I couldn't agree more. You keep me greased up and you might get another year or two out of me." he kids, a deep chuckle radiating out that makes you want to swoon.

"You're not even forty yet Alfie, don't sell yourself short." you scold gently. "Besides, you still make me quiver like a virgin when you're on your back. I think I'll get more than few years out of you."

"You plannin' ahead now, eh?"

"I am now." your shrug defensively. "I'm yours now Alfie." your voice turns softer, snuggling up to his chest. "I plan on having many years with you."

"And I you, love." he sighs out, a kiss to your fingers. Although longevity wasn't something he'd much considered before, he realizes he must now. He would have to work on his recklessness, his temper to dare others to kill him. Having you meant more than just having someone to fuck and care for now, it meant he had to involve you in his life. And so now was when the real work began. ------ You walk in the door to your home. Aggie was waiting with clasped hands and the biggest smile you've ever seen and Claire wearing a very smug smirk with her arms crossed. You stand in silence a moment, trying to hide the giddiness you felt, but your facade breaks and you start to laugh and they join you in mere seconds.

"SO?!" shouts Aggie, handing off your coat.

"I can smell the sex on you from here." Claire chuckles.

"Well there's a reason for that." you snort.

"Are you together? What happened?" Aggie interjects.

"Yes, Agatha, yes. We're together now. A proper couple." you say with a smile and roll of your eyes.

"Oh heaven's yes!" she says in a growly cheer and a strong head nod of enthusiasm. "I did it! I can't believe I did it!" she claps her hands.

"And now I need you to draw me a bath and put the salts and everything soothing and fragrant in it because I've got a date tonight."

"Hell, already?" Claire laughs.

"Yes, already. His idea. Wants to take me out and show me off." you say with a shy smile and raised shoulders.

"Look at you. Like a school girl." Aggie pats your cheek before moving to your room.

"Feel like a school girl, to be honest." you say with wide eyes.

"So... I see no ring... so he didn't jump the gun." Claire says with a low tone.

"Nah, no, nothing like that." you shake your head. "Handled it beautifully really," you say in a sigh. "Apologized, told me he wanted me to be his and he to be mine. Just... lovely."

"Speaking of love?" she tilts her head, wondering if he'd followed her advice.

"Oh no, no... 'i love yous'" you say with a sheepish look.

"What's that look for?"

"Well, I...I mean..." you shrug.

"Uh huh." she grins.

"It would've been too much, I think to have said it. I just wanted to enjoy it all. I love you is so... heavy." you say more seriously. "Not that I..." you look up and shrug. "I mean I..." you blush and let out a huff of a laugh.

"Yeah... you love him you little tart." she moves to hug you.

"Ah fuck. Here we go." you laugh and take a deep breath, tears hitting your eyes.

"Fucks sake." Claire laughs and wipes your cheeks. "Hopeless you two. You'll be married within the year. I'm putting my money down right now."

"You really think so? That's even heavier." you say with a low laugh and raised brows.

"It is but you love each other. And you're both loaded and crazy," she says only half joking. "Most would have been married already but you two are odd ducks."

"Me... married." you make an exhausted expression, blowing out noisily from your lips. "We live complicated lives and marriage has lots of consequences for even common people. But with us, I mean, getting married would be a lot of paperwork and lawyers and... ugh, the other men we work with. What would they think? Christ, what would they do?"

"Send over compensatingly large amounts of congratulatory flowers." she says dismissively, not wanting you to get worked up over something that hadn't even been set into motion yet. "There's only one person that you might want to think about, unfortunately, and how he'll react." she says more seriously.

"Who's that?"

"Your father."

"Ugh." you stick out your tongue in disgust.

"What's he going to do when he finds out you're marrying a Jewish man? And such a proud, outspoken one like Alfie Solomons? Of all of them to choose from."

"You know what Claire? I don't know." you say with a frown. "But more importantly, I don't fucking care."

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