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sopxhiea · 3 years

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Disturbance

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: Alfie visits a group of sisters who recently lost a loved one and finds out that the oldest one is rather intriguing.

He’s come around again.

The morning is filled with screams and little giggles stemming from the younger ones. The kitchen’s a mess, not more so than usual as the sun quietly seeps in from the half closed blinds. Essie, the youngest of four, is screaming bloody murder as she walks around with a wooden spoon on her hand. Lily, the second youngest, isn’t much better as she runs behind her baby sister. Emily is somewhere in her room, trying to put on lipstick for the second time in her very young life.

And you’re just staring.

It hasn’t been long enough, the entire situation of you being on your own. The door knocks once more but you ignore it, trying to swallow down the knot on your throat from the conversation that’s about to come. You yell towards the upper part of the stair for Emily and scoop up Essie in your arms. Lily sits down on the sofa in the living room with milk all over her and you make a mental note of cleaning her up before opening the door.

There he is again.

He’s standing as tall as he did last week with a gentle smile on his lips, something out of pity, you gather. His golden beard shines under the morning light and Essie almost reaches out for the wiry bundle before you reposition her on your hip bone. You look up to meet his eyes, still the same broad man who’d come around during the funeral.

He reminds you of your father, which only makes you angrier about the entire ordeal but you push the thought back.

“Mornin’, lass.” he speaks, much like he has in the weeks that he’s come around.

He comes around often since the funeral and since there’s no one else to greet the gangster, you have to talk to him. You don’t shy away from his gaze but simply feel very agitated. He comes around to see if the fridge is stocked and if you’re doing okay but you figure it’ll all die down in a couple weeks once the grieving part is done.

Essie waves at him at his words and smiles, Alfie waves back with a softer smile while your unamused gaze doesn’t leave him. Your words are curt, almost rude but he knows they come from a place of anger so he doesn’t budge too much. “Have you come for a chat again?” you speak, no greeting or whatsoever but straight to the point.

“Came to fuckin’ see how you lot were’ doin’, right.” he speaks but your eyes widen at the curse words and you look down at Essie while speaking.

“Watch your mouth around her, Mr. Solomons.” you speak and open the door to let the man in.

There’s no point in fighting him, you’ve gathered. He only comes in the living room, talks to the girls for a bit and leaves. He also looks at the state of the house, not so subtly and if he ends up seeing anything missing, sends Ollie to get it for you by sundown the same day.

You don’t know if you’re thankful or annoyed.

Your father had been working with him, the shop was a joint profit source for both him and Alfie and seeing as he’s gone now, Alfie chooses to keep his promise to the dead man of looking out for his girls. He knows you’re just a kid yourself but sees the maturity your father had given you, it’s evident in the way you speak to him.

You put Essie down on the same sofa Lily was sitting a minute ago but is nowhere to be seen now. Alfie sits down next to the youngest girl and watches her, intently while you leave her with the gangster to go look for Lily. You find her under the stairs with sticky milk all over her and drag her gently by the arm towards the living room where the gangster and the little girl are having a staring contest.

He looks out of his element, and it makes you smile.

“Sit down, please.” you whisper to Lily as she settles, doesn’t fuss as much as the youngest kid and Alfie watches as you clean the sticky substance off of her hands and mouth.

“Thank you.” Lily whispers and you plant a small kiss on her forehead before going to the kitchen to clean up.

And that’s when hell breaks loose, right in front of him.

Essie starts screaming at a piece of dust, thinking it was a bug that now resides on her leg. Lily is no better, crying at a slower pace once she realizes that her sister’s upset. Emily comes down at the same minute, evidently made a mess of her lipstick with tears on her eyes as she looks for you to fix it.

And Alfie just watches.

“Oh, god.” he watches you whisper as you emerge from the kitchen with a ruined apron due to Essie’s mess she’s made in the morning.

You take Essie into your arms and kiss her leg to show that the dust was now gone. Lily wants a hug too so you take both of them in your arms, bobbing them up and down as you whisper sweet words into their ears to calm them down. Emily’s teary face comes into your vision and that’s when you tell her to go to bathroom next to the living room and that you’ll be there in a sec.

And your stare falls on him but you find that he’s already staring.

Alfie had seen you in your father’s shop for the first time, right when you’d become a young lady with rosy cheeks. You’re still a kid, he sees that but can’t help but realize the burden is now on you. Your hair is messy as you rock your little sisters, apron a mess and the dress underneath is no better. He sees the slight rings under your eyes but doesn’t say anything.

“Hold her for a minute for me, please.” you say and hand Essie to the gangster. There’s no confusion on his face, for he thought he’d have to do this at some point with the ways things had been going.

He sits Essie down on his lap and the girl giggles at the man, no longer crying like she had been just a second ago. Lily follows, murmuring nonsense questions as she climbs up the sofa to sit next to Alfie and you hear them conversing about elephants when you leave the room to get to Emily.

Once you’ve fixed the oldest one and wiped her tears away, you find Alfie on the sofa as he tells the little girls some story about a dog. You watch as Essie laughs and tugs at his beard, the man doesn’t wince but gently takes her hands in his to get it away from his face and he keeps telling on the story.

Like a damn expert.

He senses you watching and shoots a smirk your way, one that makes a light tint of blush rise up your cheeks only he can notice as Emily goes up to change her dress once more. You look at the time and realize it’s time for you to drop them off at school and go to work.

You shoot Alfie a concerned look but he looks at you for a split second as to say he’ll be fine with the kids. You nod and go to your room as quickly as you can to change. The brush is harsh against your hair as you run it through the twisted strands and ten minutes later, you’re walking into the living room, much more put together, to dress Essie for the day.

“Lily, go to the bathroom with Emily, please?” you speak to the little girl and she nods while speaking.

“Yes, ma’am.” leaves her lips and Alfie chuckles at the little girl.

The entire time, Ollie’s waiting for the boss outside.

Fifteen minutes pass: filled with screaming and cries from the inside rooms as Alfie checks the time every two minutes. Emily comes down, dressed properly with some light make-up you’d applied to her face and carries Lily down with her in a wavy blue dress. She walks towards Alfie and starts speaking, her toddler non-sense filling Alfie’s ears as Emily goes to the kitchen.

“Who are you?” Lily asks, innocence booming through her voice as Alfie looks down at the little girl.

“’m a friend, kid.” he speaks, refraining from swearing as he looks down at her brown orbs.

“Y/N’s friend?” she asks, eyes curious and Alfie realizes she has no concept of what’s going on.

“Ya’ could say that, right, but I don’t think she’d agree with ya’.” Alfie speaks, in a softer tone than usual and Lily nods as if to say she’s understood.

You walk in with Essie perched up on your lap, looking very clean and pretty as she flashes a smile at Alfie. She likes him, for whatever reason and Alfie feels fondness towards the little rascal, too. He then realizes you have changed, too. A light cream colored dress and golden earrings he makes out, face shining under the morning light as you dress the girls in their coats.

“Is there anything important you wanted to discuss, Mr. Solomons?” you speak as Emily walks out the door with Lily’s hand in hers and the driver Alfie had given you picks them up for school. Alfie watches them leave as you get ready to do the same with Essie slowly following you but before she can, Alfie takes her up in his arms and holds her with a gentle smile while you lock the door.

“That was fuckin’ mental inside, right, Is it like that every fuckin’ mornin’, lass?” he asks and you narrow your eyes at the curse word before taking Essie from her arms and start walking down the street.

“That was a quiet one, actually.” you speak with an amused voice and he mirrors your slight smile.

“Fuckin’ hell.” he whispers and you’re about to protest the cursing but he speaks before you can. “My bad, lass.”

“So?” you ask, walking towards Essie’s school as she quietly observes the man next to her. You remind Alfie of your previous question and see his eyes change for a second.

“Yeah, there ‘s actually.” he says and you nod, urging him to continue. “I got a fuc- a job for ya’, if you’re interested, pet.” he speaks and you ignore the pet name as you nod.

You already have a job but the gangster seems much more profitable to work with.

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“You’ll pay me double?” you ask with a whisper to your tone.

You’re sitting on his office, legs crossed as he tries not to stare at your exposed calves and collarbones but fails almost miserably. His hands lock into yours then, a whiff of a smile as Ollie watches with a curious gaze. Your feet moves up and down, catching his gaze before he clears his throat.

You’re only twenty, he reminds himself as he looks at you and shakes his head to get his mind out of the gutter.

“I’ll pay ya’ fuckin’ triple, yeah, if ya’ come work for me, that ‘s.” he speaks, finally having the opportunity to curse as he wants and you nod your head before speaking.

He watches the way you wet your lips and speak, too soft for a man like him. “Are you doing it out of pity?” you ask, knowing fully well you’re going to take the job anyway but you decide on teasing him.

“I promised your father, yeah, that I’d look out for his fuckin’ girls and that’s all ‘m doin’, pet.” he says, calmer this time and watches you nod.

“I get to keep the driver?” you spoke, talking about the driver that took Emily and Lily to school every day so that you could take Essie since they went to separate schools.

“Course, right, and if ya’ fuckin’ need another one for the little one-” he starts speaking but you shake your head softly.

“That’s okay. I don’t think your men could handle her.” you speak with a wicked smile on your lips and it earns a chuckle from deep his chest.

“One driver it ‘s, then, hm?” he speaks with a smirk on his lips and you sit up, as much as you possibly can.

“I'm not keen on doing any of the dirty work.” you speak, knowing fully well what Alfie’s business included.

You’d be his secretary and keep some of his books but he’d make sure that was it. “No, lass, I got fuckin’ Ollie for that, don’t I.” he speaks and watches you nod hesitantly.

He watches as the gears in your head turn and you think about everything that goes into it. The pay, your sisters, your education and their schools as well. You think about the perks it will have and also the risks and realize this is the best offer you’ll be met with so you speak.

“When do I start?”

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*A month later*

“Essie, please!” your shout can be heard as Alfie follows behind with Lily in his arms. Emily has their bags as you walk out the front door of the apartment.

This has been the routine for the past two weeks. Alfie comes in, barging with a smile on his handsome face as he takes the girls into the living room so that you can clean the kitchen and get ready. While he distracts the girls, you dress them one by one and Emily gets ready on her own and hops into the car with Lily.

“What happened?” you ask Essie as she cries, wails almost like a little baby in your arms after her sisters have left.

She screams then and Alfie winces before taking her in his arms and the moment he does that, she hushes. You scoff at the act, not liking that your baby sister has taken a liking to a gangster but it doesn’t matter as long as she’s quiet.

“Sorry.” you whisper as Alfie puts her in the car and gets in himself too, after offering his hand to you as help to get in the big machine.

“No fuckin’ need, pet.” he speaks and looks down at Essie in your arms. You look much too young to be having all this on you but he knows it’s not by choice. “Not your fault she screams like a fuckin’ banshee, aye?” he asks and earns a smile and a nod from you.

He’s grown fond of you, he thinks.

He watches you each day as you walk around his bakery with a faint smile on your lips, all the men have grown fond of you in the span of a month and he feels the need to gauge anyone’s eyes when they look at you. He’s seen you at work, smarter than any other bookkeeper he’s had and he thinks if you were given the opportunity, you’d be someone very important.

He also sees you with your sisters. He sees the mother hen in you as you shout at them, gentle afterwards as you wipe their tears from their faces. He sees the kid in you as well, as you become a kid with them every morning when you play with them but he sees the weight of it too.

He then stops the car after you drop of Essie, parking it on the sidewalk and doesn’t get out.

You throw a curious stare his way, eyebrows furrowed and a pretty pout at your lips as you look at him. Your words are measured when you speak but you’re more sure of yourself. “Something wrong?”

His heart sinks.

You’ve made him so weak in the short span of a month and he marvels at that. A thought crosses his mind as he turns to look at you, only to find your curious orbs staring right back at him.

“I want ya’ to take some time off, lass.” he speaks and hears you scoff.

“Mr. Solomons-”

“’s Alfie.”

“Mr. Solomons, it’s only been a month since I started and I don’t see why I should take time off.” you speak with a curt tone and he sees the anger wash your features. Fuck she looks pretty when she’s angry.

“It’s a fuckin’ order, yeah, it ‘s.” he nods at his words and watches you look at him suspiciously.

“Why?” you ask, genuinely curious as to why this man was pushing you to take time off.

“With your fuckin’ sisters and all that ya’ gotta take care of, right, ‘m allowin’ ya’ to take some time off..” he trails off and meets your eyes once more. “..for yourself.”

But you don’t want it.

You conclude, after the first week of working for him, that you like being around the gangster. He’s intriguing to say the least, stubborn and absolutely cruel but not to you, only to those who need it. He’s been nothing but kind to you, gave you everything you asked for and checks on the girls regularly, along with helping you in the mornings.

“Can I trade the days for something else?” you ask after a while, he smiles at your words and the way your mind works before nodding at you.

“Go on.” his voice is heard inside the vehicle before you speak.

“Get me housekeeper for a few weekdays instead, I’d much rather have that than a few days off.” you say with confidence and he laughs, nodding at your words.

“The house needs a proper fuckin’ cleanin’, lass. It does.” he laughs and you join him.

“I know and it’d be much more helpful.” you speak and notice him stilling for some reason.

He wants to say something.

You’ve grown accustomed to his behavior now. The way he shouts when he’s frustrated or the way his eyebrows lower down a bit when he’s confused. If they shoot up, it means he’s interested and if he tugs at his beard, it means he’s contemplating.

“Ask me.” you say, voice a mere whisper this time as you look at him with curious eyes.

“There’s a match, yeah-” he starts speaking without looking at your eyes and you cut him off, out of morbid curiosity.

“A match?” you ask, sweetly and he swears he’s about to kiss you right there but holds himself back.

“A boxing fight, yeah, my fuckin’ cousin is in it and I was wonderin’, yeah, if ya’ want to accompany me, lass?” he speaks, treading lightly as you measure the words.

You don’t know if he’s asking you out or not, you don’t have enough experience to know the lines between pleasure and business.

“Uh...who’s going to watch the girls?” you ask, the first excuse that comes to your mind.

“Ollie will fuckin’ watch ‘em, pet, he will.” he says, a seed of hope planted on his chest since you didn’t say no, not just yet.

You nod at his words and smile a little after and he swears he’s going to lose his breath. You look up at him through your lashes and speak with a playful tone before getting out of the car to get into the distillery.

“I’ll let you know at the end of the day.”

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Tagging: @clairecrive @parkbearum @sourirez @vetseras @mollybegger-blog @babylooneytoonz @peakascum

A/n: This came in as an idea and i do not know if i’ll continue it but if you’d like to read more of it, please do let me know and also if you’d like to be tagged. The lush epilogue will also be coming soon, dear ones! Stay safe and all my love <3

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aros001 · 3 years

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Read through light novel vol. 16. Random thoughts.

"Who is this OC looking f**kboy?"

Those were genuinely my first thoughts upon seeing the art of Takt on the throne. And it would seem my immediate dislike was not unfounded.

Seriously though, everything about him is like someone's self-insert original character for their shitty power fantasy Shield Hero fanfic.

"He dresses really cool, like all modern with jeans and pockets, and he can use all the holy weapons and vassal weapons, and his level is above 300, and he has a harem of totally hot powerful women, and he's the king of his own country, and he can counter everything that people use against him, and he can steal powers he doesn't have, and he can beat Naofumi and all the other heroes with, like, no sweat at all!"

I want All For One to come in and kick this little twerp's ass. Show him what a real OP villain who can steal powers is like.

This isn't a critique of the writing by the way. It feels like Takt is supposed to feel like that kind of character who plays to those tropes and is REALLY easy to hate.

I both do and don't like how Naofumi is acting in the prologue. Obviously I don't like specifically what he's doing because it's creepy and uncomfortable, but I really like the reasons for why. The dude is fried from everything that's happened and unlike Itsuki it's not because of a curse. He's grieving from a heavy loss, easily the biggest he's had since coming to this world, and unlike with Ost's death he has no one he can yet focus his anger on, so he's feeling completely lost and mixed up. Another great moment from Sadeena in helping him regain at least some of his sanity. Sex is a common way people try to find comfort after a terrible loss and if that had been the case I think she would have slept with him or even encouraged Raphtalia to be the one for that. But she could see pretty clearly that wasn't the case. Naofumi wasn't looking for comfort. He was practically a zombie, just going through the motions.

“It seems that from among the four holy heroes, the Shield and Bow have been most active over there. Based on their level of activity, there’s also a bias in the legends about the seven star heroes. They mainly talk about the Hammer, Claws, and Whip.” A bias. The Shield and Bow did complement each other well, that was true.

F**k that! Sword and Shield, BroTP!

“Putting that together with what we learned in Kizuna’s world, it sounds like the effects of the fusing of worlds,” I pondered. There was a wave that had combined the Shield world with the Bow world, and then the Shield and Bow world had been fused with the Sword and Spear world to create the current one. It was only natural that a bias in the legends would arise.

"Worlds lived, worlds died. And nothing will ever be the same."

I've talked before that I'm a big fan of the concept of a Multiverse in fiction, especially in superhero comics. Right away I liked that the four Holy Heroes came from different parallel universes and then getting Glass and L'Arc showed that there were also parallel fantasy universes also fighting the waves. And now we get this theory from the characters that Raphtalia's universe is an amalgam, made up of other previous universes that fused through the waves. It's very Crisis on Infinite Earths and JLA/Avengers.

Reading Queen Melromarc describe the king of Faubrey and I'm just remember a scene that I and many Overlord fans love to the depths of our hearts, of Sebas the butler encountering a naked little fat man who got his sexual thrills off beating the women the brothel provided him. Sebas, like any true gentleman, kicked him in the dick so hard he exploded. Is there some to hope that a similar fate befell the king whom apparently married and killed (and probably even worse than that) 9,999 women? Not even Witch deserves that. Nobody deserves that.

Even though it'd probably take him to a dark place he shouldn't go, part of me was hoping for some karma to occur when Witch revealed herself as Takt's ally to Naofumi. He no longer had the shield, meaning he could attack her like he never could before, meaning he could kill her with his bare hands. I'm glad he used the defense rating attack on Takt, because there's been great long-time set-up for that, but yeah, I wanted Naofumi to at least get to break Witch's nose after everything he's been through. And if Witch wasn't irredemable before, she most certainly is now, proving she has no loyalty to anyone other than herself. She used Naofumi and the other heroes from the beginning for her own goals. Her mother had enough control that she couldn't just do whatever she wanted. And Melty was standing in the way of her getting the throne. She's still a terrible person but there were at least reasons for her to be against these people. But Trash? Her father, who has been loyal and on her side since the beginning, who doted and spoiled her from a young age because of how much he loved her? She had no hesitation in ordering him killed along with everyone else. There was no reason behind it. It was just pure cruelly, greed, and self-satisfaction.

And then...there's the Queen. ...F**k. Y'all bastards were really good at keeping that spoiler hidden. I was accidentally spoiled that Alta was going to die but not through this site. I had no idea the Queen was going to die. Of course Naofumi couldn't have the Shield during that part. If he made Mirellia into a shield like he did Ost and Alta he probably would be unstoppable, because she was just that f**king awesome.

We're pouring one out for you, your majesty. May your youngest daughter inherit your great wisdom and unbelievably hilarious slapping ability.

I'm really glad with Trash's development in this book. Like I've said in past posts, I can feel basic empathy for him given his backstory, but feeling sorry for him was not enough to actually put me on his side, because he was not putting in any work to actually be better or redeem himself. He was just acting angry and crazy and then just sad and withered. Here? While he had to be shaken and roused into it (can't blame him for that as he just lost the love of his life), he puts in the effort to make use of himself and holds himself accountable for his past actions. I really like that he wants to continue being called Trash. That is his penance. Not more feeling sorry for himself or blaming the rest of the world. It's time for him to be the man he knows he's supposed to be.

With all that though, Melty was definitely the person I felt the worst for after the death. Of all the younger characters, despite being royalty and mature for her age, she is the person who feels the most like a real kid, and her crying her eyes out while clinging to Naofumi hurt just like it should, because this little girl just lost her mom. No idea what the expectation is in Melromarc for when Melty should take the throne but for her it's always going to feel too soon, because how could it not?

“Daddy . . . thank you for approving my marriage. You’ve finally agreed to let me marry Ollie,” she said dreamily.

“I’ll make you forget this ‘Ollie’ soon enough, although his keeping you a virgin for so long is something to be thankful for!” Takt cackled. It was clear that he was using some kind of illusion to make her think he was her beloved. “Those who don’t give proper thought to their daughters’ happiness have no right to live!”

Oh good! He's a rapist too!

So Naofumi was the Shield's first choice and the other three were the Bow, Sword, and Spear's third choices. I like the credit that's given that the first choice is not guaranteed to be the best, as they can become just as corrupt or egotistical, or the third choices are not guaranteed to be the worst, as they can grow into real heroes. I'm just wondering how the selection process worked and why they all couldn't get their first choices. The Holy Weapons apparently have some sway over the universes they pulled them from, given the promise of granting wishes if they want to return to them. My immediate theory is that the weapons all set up paths that'd lead their choices to being summoned but just through sheer coincidence and randomness all the first choices, save for Naofumi, kept missing the path. Going down the list, the weapons become more desperate and thus are more willing to use more extremes to get their choices, thus why Ren, Motoyasu, and Itsuki had to be killed in order to be summoned. They missed their window with their first and second choices so now they absolutely have to guarantee they get their third, even if the methods are less than ethical.

With the big final boss, the World Eater as Naofumi called it, I'm theorizing that he/she/it is using the waves to fuse multiple universes into one so that he/she/it can eat it all in one go.

I only have two issues with this volume and they're both kind of nitpicks. The first is with Trash's plan, specifically with the Glawick ore. I don't remember it ever being established before in the series. I really liked the Rucolu fruit being used in the Cal Mira wave battle because it was set up way beforehand, so it feels like a lot less of a Deus ex Machina. Same with Naofumi using defense rating attacks after his battle with Glass. That's good set-up. The ore doesn't break the story, it just feels very convenient that such a thing happened to exist. If I'm mistaken and it was set-up before and I just forgot, please let me know.

The second is Naofumi and Raphtalia being separated again after a trip into another universe. The story next volume seems like it'll be very different from last time but that part does feel like a repeat of what we've already seen. Plus, with the new status quo of Naofumi knowing how she feels about him, I want to see their interactions now that he's recovered a bit from the loss of Alta. Again, it's a nitpick, since I'm certain they'll find each other again, but I don't like feeling like I'm being deliberately kept away from what I want to see.

“The source of your power, the one true hero, now orders you. Reconsider the state of all things once more and bring down a storm of flame upon my target! Drifa Firestorm!” Takt completed the spell.

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“The source of your power, just a hero, now orders you. Reconsider the state of all things once more and scatter the storm that would burn its target! Anti Drifa Firestorm!” I read the magic Takt had incanted and activated magic to nullify it. With that, the fire tornado scattered into nothing, as though it had never existed.

Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!

“I’m here to destroy everything you possess,” I menaced quietly. “Your pride, your dignity, everything you treasure. I’ve already half-destroyed your composure and your arrogance. Now it’s time for the other half. False hero, possessing six of the seven star weapons and the shield from the four holy weapons! Now face the reality of being defeated by a regular guy who holds none of the legendary weapons!”

No wonder Raphtalia couldn't be in this part. After hearing that line I don't think she'd be able to hold herself back and would have tackled him like a wild Albedo in heat right then and there.

I am so looking forward to when this volume's final battle is animated, especially the part where Naofumi gets his shield back. That is going to feel like such an epic, heroic moment.

So Rishia unlocked Pay-to-Win. ...I don't really know what to say to that. What do ancient magical relics care about money? ("What does God need with a starship?")

So the person Malty had Ren give a sword lesson to back in vol. 11, was that Takt, King Faubrey, or someone we don't know yet, like the mastermind behind everything?

Is Kizuna marked for death now? From how Fitora made it sound to Naofumi, when a Holy Hero dies a new one can't be summoned if the others are still around. If Kizuna's world works similarly, she might have to die or there'll be no Holy Heroes other than her.

Naofumi really likes his Dragon Ball Z, doesn't he? Which is appropriate given I just realized that the Energy Blast from the Spirit Tortoise Shield is almost literally the Kamehameha. Seriously, Kamehameha translates to "Turtle Destruction Wave".

So...what the heck do I do now? I've spent about a month reading through 16 volumes of Naofumi's rise and I know there are at least 6 other volumes that haven't been translated to english yet. I'll probably go find another LN series to read until vol. 17 comes out in July. Though I am curious if RoTSH has a fan translation site like Overlord and Konosuba do.

Original Reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/shieldbro/comments/fot3tj/read_through_light_novel_vol_16_random_thoughts/

#rising of the shield hero #random thoughts #reddit repost

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brycecortez · 4 years

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Is that TYLER POSEY on campus? Oh no, that’s BRYCE CORTEZ. From GREENWICH, CONNECTICUT, the 22 year old has come to study ATHLETIC TRAINING. Rumor has it he is LOYAL and TRUSTING, but IMPULSIVE and TEMPERAMENTAL, which is why he is known as THE VETERAN. He resides OFF CAMPUS and can’t wait to graduate.

name: Bryce Alexander Cortez

nicknames: Bry

nationality: american

ethnicity: cuban, puerto rican

birthday: august 19th, 1997

sign: leo

born in: brooklyn, new york

raised in: greenwich, connecticut

major: athletic training

minor: wellness

o Bryce is the second youngest and the fourth child of five. His father was a famous prosecutor for both the states of Connecticut and New York. His mom is a neurosurgeon.

o He considers himself to be very close to his little sister, Allison. He’s very protective over her, and will do absolutely anything to protect her and make her happy. He also likes to consider them the best of friends. He knows things about Allison that she doesn’t know he knows, such as her minor Adderall problem – he first noticed this when his ADHD medication went missing back in high school.

o He can be a sweet heart, but don’t let this fool you. He can also be a complete ass who will put you in your place when needed. He’s a firm believer of the whole “respect is earned” saying, so if you don’t give him any reason to respect you, he won’t.

o Although he doesn’t really have a type, Bryce is more drawn to girls who are head strong, intelligent, and give off good vibes. However, he’ll basically sleep with anyone, but he isn’t the easiest to give his heart away.

o He was diagnosed with ADHD when he was eight years old, so trying to remain focused and just school in general was always a struggle for him. However, he was able to get his ADHD under control when he did his time in the military, so he now doesn’t rely on the medication.

o He hasn’t been in an actual relationship since his senior year of high school. During the fall time of his senior year, his girlfriend of a year and a half died in a fatal car accident, in which he was the driver. The memory still haunts him to this day, and it’s something that he won’t talk about…not even to his sister. He never got to mourn her death, due to the fact that so many people blamed him (even though they had gotten T-boned). This is what caused him to join the military. He needed to get away from home and everyone that associated him with her death. Basically, he ran away from everything that reminded him of her.

o He dealt with his girlfriend’s death through drinks and girls. He slept around a lot and made it a habit of drowning out his sorrows through the use of alcohol. He hasn’t been drinking as much as he did before, in fact he only drinks in social occasions. Because he grew up in greenwich, he was only about an hour away from NYC. In order to escape his parents, siblings, and basically his life in general, he would often run away and drive up there, especially the weekends. This is how he first met Lola Fields, someone who's now one of his dearest friends.

o Bryce decided to join the Air Force when he was a senior in high school. Along with trying to run away from his problems, he had realized that he wasn’t ready to move onto the big life that is college in that very moment, but he refused to just stay home and work a basic minimum wage job. Joining the Air Force gave him opportunities and matured the boy more than anyone could’ve ever imagined.

o Because he was in the Air Force, Bryce has been traveling a lot the last couple of years. Throughout this time, he managed to still get into trouble when it came to girls (he can be a bit of a player/jackass).

o He hates when people try to get him to talk about his life, but he’s always the first to ask about theirs

o He’s incredibly loving if you break through his wall, and he’s known for being an amazing friend (and an amazing party buddy)

o He’s still pretty wild

o He’s currently a bar tender at the local bar

o Bryce used to play football, which is how he met Oliver. Him and Oliver have been best friends since they were 12 years old. Oliver and Allison first kept their relationship a secret for a while, but Bryce was quickly able to pick up on a few things. He supported their relationship, and their breakup, but he doesn’t know that Ollie cheated on Allison when he first left for college. TBH probably better that he doesn’t know LMAO

o He’s in love with art and likes to draw and paint during his free time

o He’s a huge gym freak so he’s super fit and is thinking about becoming a personal trainer

WHERE HE’S BEEN SINCE MONARCH

- After his sister finding out that the two didn’t share the same birth mom, Bryce left Monarch to go confront his family back home in Connecticut...and well he kinda just stood there

- His dad was murdered in front of his little sister in New York City in early July after his father put a notorious gang leader in jail for life without the possibility of parole. This death really shook the entire family, but it particularly shook Allison and Bryce the most considering that they had just been attempting to rekindle their relationship with their dad

- After the truth came out about Allison and his mom, his mom quickly got even more nasty towards the girl, and this didn’t really sit well with Bryce (lmao he was big mad shit he still is). Because of this, he hasn’t spoken to his mother since the funeral, and he only speaks to his other brothers on occasion.

- In January, Bryce got deployed to Iran after a huge scare of a war breaking out. He was supposed to come home in March once things got settled, but because of the infamous covid-19 pandemic, he was sent to Italy to help build over load hospitals and keep things in order. His ranking in the military went up, and he actually performed as a nurse for a while (so he basically also has his nursing diploma since you can take some classes while being deployed)

- Now he’s back to surprise Allison and Lola (Ollie already knew he was coming home lmao he was the one that picked Bryce up at the airport and helped him move in)....AND HE’S READY TO CAUSE SOME SHIT SO IF YOU WANNA PLOT HIT ME TF UP

#monarchintro #muse #tw: drugs #tw: adhd #tw: car accident #tw: death #tw: murder mention #tw: military mention #tw: ineffective coping mechanisms because he's actually a huge mess

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thecoliverlibrary · 7 years

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The Best Laid Plans

Gift Type: Fan Fiction Title: The Best Laid Plans Author: @coliverscribbles (sideblog) Recipient: @broodybluebird Rating: General Word Count: 2,134 Summary: Valentine’s Day is fast approaching and the Hampton-Walsh household is all abuzz. Author’s Note: Inspired by an episode of Boy Meets World, called Risky Business. I hope my giftee enjoys reading it! :)

“Well, what do we have here? Is that a valentine I see in your hands, little brother?”

Jamie looked up from the red heart-shaped card he was holding, and immediately flung it to the side at the sound of his older brother’s teasing voice.

“It’s not mine! I think it’s for papa from dad… See, it says: ‘Dear Hacker Boy - Roses are red, violets are blue. Valentine’s on Monday, let’s rendezvous.’ I found it standing on the cutting board.”

“Ah, the fathers are leaving goofy notes for each other again, Jamie. Allow me to bestow some wisdom upon you,” he continued loudly, rolling his eyes at the slashing motions Jamie had started making with his hands, “Dad and pops do these cheesy gimmicks to keep the spice in their relationship alive. When you’re a parent, it’s all you really have left,” he tapered off with a wistful sigh.

“What, cheese?”

“No, doofus, lame goofy attempts at romance-!”

“Evan, don’t call your brother a doofus, and please don’t try to bestow any more romantic wisdom upon him.”

“How long have you been standing there?” Evan asked turning around to face his father.

“Long enough, what’s this?” Oliver answered, sauntering into the kitchen and picking up the card.

“I tried to warn you, bro,” Jamie said, then turned quizzically upon hearing the strangled snort his father had just let out, “Are you okay papa?”

“It’s the cheese, he choked on it. You should get him some water,” Evan quipped.

“What? Oh no, I’m fine,” Oliver replied, fixing his older son with a calculating look. “I was just thinking that I need to get a sitter for Monday… Say, Evan, since you’re so knowledgeable about cheeses and spices, what do you say to fixing some up while you babysit your little brother and sister on Monday evening?”

“Uh-uh. Sorry, pops. No can do. I have my own valentine to rendezvous with. Lisa and I made up,” Evan answered, quickly amending his statement at his father’s raised eyebrow. “Well… we’ll be making up when I tell her about the awesome Valentine’s dinner I’ve got planned for her at Bon Giourno. I made reservations and everything.”

“Oh alright, I suppose I could try to call Karen. But, she might have plans that night too… Hmm, you know, I was around 12 when I first started babysitting, and you’re nearly 12, Jamie. Maybe you could stay with Charlotte. The job pays $2.00 an hour, you up for it?”

“Keep the cash, papa. Buy yourself a new tie. Consider it a signing bonus for first time clients,” Jamie replied with a mischievous smile, much to his father’s amusement.

“Gee, thanks, buddy. That is mighty generous of you. Monday night then. I’ll take a chance on you.” Oliver ruffled his younger son’s hair, thinking not for the first time of his striking resemblance to Connor with his messy dark brown locks.

———-

“Whatcha got there, Charlotte?” Jamie asked, seeing his little sister fiddling with something that looked suspiciously like a heart-shaped card.

“Papa’s heart!” She squealed happily, holding it out proudly for him to see. “I’m a'pose to give it to Daddy!”

“'Dear Lawyer Boy - Blue is the violet. Red is the rose. Meet me at 8:00PM at the restaurant where you proposed.’” Jamie read aloud.

“Poetry is not papa’s strong suit,” came Evan’s loud guffaw, “You know, Jamie, girls love poetry. Throw a couple of fancy rhymes together with some flowers, and they’ll be putty in your hands.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah! Here, listen to a master at work and soak up some brilliance,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “Uh… there once was a guy in a locker, who just got a date… What a shocker!-”

“Be still my heart, Jamie, I think we’ve got a Shakespeare in the family,” came Connor’s teasing voice as he walked into the living room and perched on a couch arm rest, “Evan, I say this with love, son, but please don’t try and compose poetry to win Lisa back.” he added with a smirk.

“Ha ha, very funny, dad,” Evan sulked, slumping down onto the couch.

“Aren’t I?” Connor replied with a wink, before turning to his youngest, who had begun clamoring for his attention.

“Daddy!”

“Princess Charlotte! Ooh, what’s that?”

“Papa’s heart,” she answered very seriously, “He said t'keep it safe until you came. Here!” She chirped, holding it out delicately with both hands to her father.

He took it from her with a kiss to her head and opened it up, his eyes widening with mirth as he read the contents, “Your papa rhymes about as smoothly as you, Evan,” he chuckles.

“Dad, how did Papa get you to fall in love with him if he can’t write good poetry?” Jamie mused, “Evan says the trick to getting someone to fall for you is through poetry and flowers.”

“First, do not take romance advice from your brother, Jamie. Your papa didn’t need to write me poetry or bring me flowers. He was perfect just the way he was, with his dorky coke-bottle glasses, shy gummy smile, and cute blush-”

“Don’t forget my beautiful mind.”

“Ollie! When did you get home from the store?”

“Early enough to hear the end of your gushing. I see you got my heart,” Oliver answered, bending down for a quick peck.

“I guarded it with my life, Papa!”

“Thank you my sweetness!” Oliver turned to his daughter, reveling in the peals of giggles he received in return as he squeezed her into a tight hug then booped her nose.

“Hey, where are you two sneaking off to?” Connor asked, noticing his two sons starting to slink up the stairs.

“I’ve got some homework-”

“I’m gonna call Lisa-”

“Dinner’s in an hour, boys, so I expect you to be down again by then.”

“Got it, papa.”

“Okay, pops.”

“So… is it a date?” Oliver asked, looking up at Connor from his position on the floor with Charlotte, who was now animatedly playing with his fingers.

“It’s a date.” Connor winked back, “I assume you got a sitter?”

“I thought we might give Jamie a chance. He’s nearly 12, he should be able to hold the fort down for a couple of hours. Oh, and get this - I offered to pay him, $2 an hour, and he waived it as a signing bonus! Told me to buy a nice tie with the extra cash!” Oliver replied with a chuckle, “I think he’s been hanging around one too many of your client calls.”

Connor, for his part, looked caught between sheepish amusement and pride, “That kid absorbs everything he’s exposed to! They’re all growing up so fast. Make them stop growing, Ollie.”

“Well, we’ve still got this little one.” Oliver responded giving Charlotte another tight squeeze.

“I’m a grown up too, daddy!”

“Oh no you’re not, Princess Charlotte! You’re going to be our baby girl forever.” Connor replied indignantly, moving to sit on the floor with the pair and start tickling his daughter, as Oliver gently extricated himself to attend to dinner.

———-

Jamie looked up from the puzzle he and Charlotte were working on at the ring of the telephone.

“Hello?” …

“Oh, hi papa! No, dad left 40 minutes ago.” …

“Yes, everything is fine. The house is still standing, and Charlotte is being entertained.” …

“Okay, bye! Have fun on your date!”

He made his way back to the couch, only to do an about-face when the phone rings again.

“Yello?” …

“Oh, hi dad!” …

“Everything’s fine. Papa just called to ask about you actually.” …

“No, dad. I’m telling you, he’s there.” …

“Okay, bye dad.”

Man, I can’t believe mom and dad can’t find each other. How big is this restaurant anyway? He wondered to himself, as he went back to Charlotte.

He was getting bored with the puzzle and the beginnings of a game of house tag starting to take shape in his head.

———-

“Connor, it was humiliating! How could you go to the wrong restaurant? Or was proposing to me that forgettable?”

“I can only say I’m sorry so many times, Ollie.” Connor replied desperately, watching his husband pace their backyard.

“How could you forget something so important?”

“You’re right. I am a crass, unfeeling dunderhead who forgot that I proposed to you at Trattoria.”

“Yes, you are. And, I may forgive you in time. What restaurant did you go to anyway?” Oliver asked curiously.

“Can’t we just forget about this, and just get on to the romantic part of the evening?” Connor replied with a suggestive wink.

“It’s cute that you think you’re still getting lucky tonight. Just tell me. Where did you go?”

“I went to La Lola.”

“La Lola? That’s- Oh.”

“What ’Oh’?”

“Nothing, come on. Let’s go inside.”

“No, wait a minute, wait a minute. That was a loaded, ’Oh’.”

“Can’t we just get on with the romantic part of the evening, Lawyer Boy?”

“It’s cute, how you think you can use my own words against me, but no, no, no. Don’t you Lawyer Boy me. I will not be distracted. I did propose to you at La Lola, didn’t l?”

“Yes, you did, Connor.”

“Ooh, I knew it! I knew it. What happened at Trattoria?”

“I was proposed to at Trattoria.”

“Not by me.”

“Are you hungry? I’m so hungry.”

“Now, wait just a hot minute, wait a minute. Who proposed to you at Trattoria?”

“Lucas Porter.”

“Lucas Porter? Lucas Porter proposed to you? Who the hell is Lucas Porter?”

“Some guy.”

“Some guy? Some random drive-by proposal? Somebody proposed to you, and you didn’t tell me about it?”

“No, Connor. No, I did not.”

“Well, why the hell not?”

“Oh, because silly me, I thought maybe you’d get angry!”

“Oh, well, fine. Obviously, you know me. I don’t know you.”

“Connor!”

“Did you accept the proposal? Do you have another set of children in Maysville, Kentucky? Are Beatrice, Christopher, and Jackson waiting for their father to come back after stepping out for gum eighteen years ago?”

“Okay, enough, Connor.” Oliver admonished, rolling his eyes. “You’re being ridiculous! Calm down. Let’s go inside and discuss this like mature adults. You’ll only aggravate your blood pressure!”

“Oliver, if that’s even you’re real name- What in the world happened here? JAMIE!” Connor broke off, his eyes widening at the state of disarray that the living room currently seemed to be in.

As his eyes swept the scene, he took stock of a broken lamp, some spaghetti strewn across the couch, and the rest of the furniture that didn’t seem to be in their right places. Charlotte was sleeping in what seemed to be a makeshift pillow fort on the floor.

“It’s all my fault. No one else is to blame except me. But don’t worry, dad. I’m going to pay for it out of my own money.” Jamie rushed into the living room frantically, holding a broom.

“Your own money? What ’own money’?” Oliver asked with an incredulous stare.

“Well, no charge for my subsequent babysitting services until this gets paid off?” Jamie asked with hopeful, but worried eyes.

“YOU THINK WE’RE GOING TO LET YOU BABYSIT AG-” came Connor’s disbelieving shriek.

“SHHHHH! You’ll wake up my dear little sister, who, thank God, is still alive.” Jamie interrupted quickly, trying to defuse his father’s anger.

“Oh! Well, thank God for that.” Oliver replied sardonically, placing a gentle hand on his husband’s shoulder and praying it wouldn’t be shoved off. They shared a look, and Oliver knew they wouldn’t be dropping their previous discussion anytime soon - just shelving it for now to deal with the mess at hand and get their kids to bed.

———-

“Here, papa.”

“What’s this?” Oliver asked, looking up from his laptop to see his youngest son holding out a small bunch of paper flowers.

“Art project for school.”

“And, you made this for me? Thanks buddy, that’s really sweet. But, it’s not getting you out of your grounding.” Oliver replied with a wink and a ruffle to his son’s hair.

“Eh, it was worth a shot.” Jamie replied, turning to walk back upstairs to his room.

“Are those from Lucas Porter?” Connor quipped, as he walked into the living room.

“No. It’s from Jamie Hampton-Walsh.”

“Well, in case they get lonely.” Connor replied, presenting his husband with his own bouquet of fresh flowers.

“Connor, they’re beautiful. What are they for?”

“Because,” Connor answered, looking down as he hugged a throw pillow to his chest, “Because, this was the worst Valentine’s Day of my life, and I don’t think yours was any better either. And, maybe I overreacted. A little bit.”

“Oh?”

"And, I was thinking that you may have been proposed to twice, but you only said yes once, and I’m glad it was to me. Happy Valentine’s Day, Ollie.”

“Thanks, Con.” Oliver replied, accepting the flowers with a relieved smile.

They sat for a while in comfortable silence - Connor had traded the throw pillow in favor playing with Oliver’s fingers - until Oliver spoke up again.

“So,” he teased with a mischievous grin, “What makes you think I was only proposed to twice?”

-FIN-

#coliversecretsanta #HTGAWM #connor walsh #oliver hampton #coliver #one shot #G #5k #fic #css gift #submission

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sopxhiea · 4 years

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Alfie Solomons X Reader

Inspired by Lorde’s Hard Feelings

“Three years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was real for me.”

a/n: fluff+angst mixed because i’m in the feels.

It seems as though you’re running out of time.

The room is empty while you’re laying on your stomach on the hot mattress. There’s a fan in the corner of the room, doing its best to cool the air but the breeze coming from the window does much better. Your eyes close as the record fills the walls of the room.

You sigh, finding a more comfortable position on your back while the ceiling becomes a screen where you relive all your cherished memories. It would go away, you thought, all the comparisons and the flashbacks you had once things settled down but they keep coming back to you.

It’s been a month since he broke up with you.

It had been expected from your part. He’d been away at first, barely calling and when he did arrive at last, he told you he wanted some space. The sweet man who told you to spend the night with him each time you were around had turned into a cold brick of ice right in front of your eyes.

You’d never know the real reason why he broke up with you.

He’d told you he didn’t love you anymore at first, that his heart was tired of you but you that to be a lie from the way his lips trembled after he’d said it. He then moved onto another excuse, he had another lady. It was better than the last lie but it was a lie regardless. He’d never been good at lying to you.

There was nothing to do but leave.

It had taken you three weeks to get over the shock of not having him around anymore and the last week was spent reliving all the memories that would not leave you. The smallest things reminded you of him, but you figured it would pass.

Your housemate came in through the front door but you were too occupied in your thoughts about Alfie to realise. She knew you were having trouble forgetting the first man you loved, she figured some space would do you some good.

You watched the sunlight flicker on the ceiling, its shadow chased the sunset while the room stayed silent. You’d heard things around, about how he had a new girl. She was prettier, apparently, much more adored than you were at his side or at least that was what you heard from Ollie’s girl.

The truth was, Alfie had told Ollie’s girl to say those things to you, knowing that she saw you around.

There were too many things going on in that head of Alfie’s. He was getting into extremely dangerous territory in business lately and he desperately wanted to protect you. He knew there were better ways to go about it than breaking up with you but it had to be done fast and right away.

Alfie had never been the one to care for someone the way he cared about you and before getting into the relationship, he’d told you he swam with the big sharks. You hadn’t cared then, you were blindsided by your fascination with Alfie to realise that he was indeed working with dangerous people.

It wasn’t until they had threatened him with you that he realised the kind of danger he was putting you in.

It wasn’t fair.

You soon found yourself on the back porch of the balcony. The air danced around with your hair as you tried to focus on the book in your hands but it was helpless. Putting the book down, you closed your eyes, imagining the way he said your name each night in between the sheets you used to share.

Even though he had your heart, a growing part of you also hated him.

You hated him for being so cruel. You’d not known love before Alfie. He had taken your clueless self and made you happy, genuinely happy to the point where life would feel incomplete without his love. It wasn’t life you depended on his love but it had made life better for you. It had felt like things were right where they needed to be.

A knock came from the door extended to the porch and you saw your housemate, she had a smile on her face. Getting up, you shook your head, signalling for her to speak but it was far too late.

You saw his figure looming around in the dark corridor.

You could’ve ran into his arms, telling him just how much you missed him but the part of you that had gotten hurt had too much pride. The words that came out of your housemate’s mouth were a mystery to you as you approached his figure, brows furrowed due to how confused you were.

Why now?

As you stood right in front of him, the light coming from the living room hit his face in flickers, showing you the new cuts and bruises he had gained. You saw the small patches of bandage around his temple but decided not to ask, it wasn’t any of your business now.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, not being able to wait any longer. He didn’t have his cane in hand which meant that he was feeling better.

“Pet, I need to talk to ya’.” he said in a softer voice than you were used to. You saw the plea in his eyes which made you nod. You murmured a small ‘this way’ as he followed you to the living room.

You ignored the comment, it would upset you further if you went ahead and told him not to call you that. You couldn’t tell him that the pet name only reminded of the times he’d chanted your name behind closed doors, or when he’d hug you so tight you’d forget the worries of the world and find yourself to be completely calm.

Instead, you sat in front of him on the table that was situated in the living room right in front of the large window you used to wait for him. You gulped, he sensed the tension but said nothing while examining your features, you were as beautiful as ever.

“Do you need something?” you asked, your voice was far too harsh with him but he knew he deserved it.

He deserved the kicks and the shouts and the shit you would give him for leaving you.

“Luv, that’s not why I came, yeah, I need to tell ya’ somethin’.” he spoke, he seemed more fidgety than usual.

Your eyes drifted away for a second from his eyes to the room. It could be anything, you thought. Being with Alfie meant surprises and it didn’t matter that you weren’t seeing him anymore, he was still sitting at the table like he usually would be.

“Go ahead.” you spoke, almost like a small encouragement on your part.

“I miss ya’.”

There it was.

Alfie and feelings didn’t go well, he would get bothered and all frustrated when he felt the tiniest emotion but he couldn’t help but voice the feelings that had been hunting him for so long. He had to tell you.

You knew he did, you missed him very much yourself but that didn’t change things. He knew that for a fact. You just blinked at his words, not able to muster up the witty comeback you usually had. There was silence for a while then, he got to speaking again once he realised that you were too hurt to say anything.

“Ya’ know very well, yeah, that my line of business is no place for a fuckin’ weak spot.” he spoke, trying to reason with you but you weren’t even speaking.

“I’m the weak spot?” you spoke, offended in the slightest mostly because you couldn’t pinpoint what he was trying to say.

“You’re my weak spot.” he spoke, sighing once he was done with the sentence. He was tired, you could tell from the way he slouched but that didn’t faze you.

“And?” you spoke, your heart was still hurt from the way he ended things, he had been as gentle as he could be but you were still covered with emotional wounds. He knew that.

“You came to tell me that you miss me but you’ll do nothing about it because I’m a weak spot?” you spat out, not realising that your voice was higher than it should be. It didn’t matter to him.

When he ended things, you’d abruptly left.

No words, no screams or insults thrown his way. It was the first time he had seen you that calm, there were thunderstorms inside your orbs but you’d chosen to keep that to yourself.

He needed you to shout that day, he needed you to tell him that you hated him and that you never wanted to see him again so he would hear the words and have a reason to stay away from you. But you hadn’t done that. You’d just murmured a small ‘okay’ and left his office.

He was frustrated at you for being this mature.

A sigh left his lips, eyes scanning your face for any sign of hurt but there’s nothing he can pinpoint.

“Pet, I jus’ came to...” he started speaking but the thoughts were soon lost.

Why was he here?

You let him take his time, your angry side was a little calmer now that you’d seen just how hurt he was. He was angry at himself, for whatever reason it was and you knew Alfie’s anger was not something to mess with.

It took him ten minutes to talk again.

Meanwhile, you waited and walked around the apartment. Your housemate had left the minute Alfie came in, mostly because she thought that you would have a fight and she didn’t want to be near that. She’d seen Alfie’s angry side once when he’d heard that you’d been hanging around with the youngest Shelby and it wasn’t pretty.

You brought Alfie a glass of water and waited with a book in your hand as he tried to find the words, he was fighting with himself to come to a conclusion. He then cleared his throat which made you put the book away, he was taking his time.

“Will ya’ take me back, luv?” his voice was hoarse as he spoke, he didn’t touch the glass of water you’d brought him.

His ocean blue eyes bored into yours as he waited for an answer but you were too hesitant to say anything.

A part of you desperately wanted to, he was your Alfie after all. He’d given you the best years of your life and you knew that you’d always love him in some way or another but the rational part of your brain thought him to be a monster for being this cruel to you.

You scoffed, a chuckle soon followed.

The audacity he had never failed to surprise you.

“Why would I?” you spoke, a part of you needed him to convince you that he still loved you. And he did.

“Cause I can’t-” he spoke but his fingers went to rub his eyes, he hadn’t slept in so long. It wasn’t the same in the empty bed. “I can’t fuckin’ function, right, I need ya’.” he spat out, eyes desperate as they told you what you needed to know.

You blinked, eyes filled with confusion and agony as Alfie looked at you. He wasn’t the one for voicing out his opinions, he’d show how he felt through his actions most of the time so hearing him say the words made you feel as desperate as he was.

“Alfie, you can’t just..” you started speaking but you knew he was just as needy as you were.

You couldn’t act like you hadn’t thought about him every single day since he’d broken up with you. It hurt but it hurt more to miss him, not having him by your side had been something you still weren’t used to.

“Do you want me to leave?” he spoke, giving you the space you might need since he happened to be a decent person.

You shook your head immediately.

You didn’t want him to leave. His presence made you feel better in all senses of the world and you couldn’t afford to feel the burning in your heart again so you made sure he sat down before you spoke.

He’d stay but he had to pay for the hurt he had caused you.

“You can stay but you have to tell me what happened...” you said, eyes not meeting his eyes he looked directly into them.

He was holding back a smile.

“...and don’t lie to me about having a mistress again. I know you don’t.” you finished the sentence, you didn’t actually know if he was seeing someone again but this would do to confirm the suspicion on your mind.

“How could I.” he said under his breath like you couldn’t hear it but you just faintly smiled at the sentence.

“And I won’t just forgive you in the blink of an eye.” you spoke as Alfie watched. His eyes glistened with amusement and endless excitement this time.

“You have to earn it.”

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Tagging: @clairecrive @parkbearum @sourirez @vetseras @mollybegger-blog @itsjusttaralove

a/n: Let me know what you thought of the chapter/if you want to be tagged!! <3 I also just started uni again and it’s quite hectic so i apologise if i’m not able to reply to any messages!!

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