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hardyimagines · 5 years

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Just A Number

Omg, I totally need an Alfie drabble with him and the reader having a large age gap. Like, people would often mistake Alfie for her dad or something and he'd be all annoyed and cute and shit and the reader ensures him that she doesnt give a damn what other people think and she loves him regardless. Thanks hun, keep up the amazing writing! <3

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The beaming sun shone down on the bustling passerby’s below. Men and women clutched on to one another, weaving through the crowded market to get to different booths and inspect what was being sold. Multi-colored bags hung from racks, different sayings displayed on the front of them. Lights were hung around the room, tied to posts on opposite ends of buildings in order to light up the entirety of the shopping area. Pots stuffed with plants, clothing, food, it was all available to purchase.

Alfie Solomons stood beside the entrance to the bathroom. He adjusted the cane, clutched in his right hand, on the sticky floor where a child, no doubt, had spilt their sticky dessert. He shuffled his weight from foot to foot and grumbled incoherently beneath his breath as he waited impatiently for you to return to him. A constant nagging of worry rested in his chest, urging him to poke his head into the women’s bathroom and make sure that you were alright. He convinced himself not to though — you could go to the bathroom alone, you’d be fine. His free hand brushed along the front of his coat, smoothing down the soft material as he inspected the buttons on the front. His rings created a soft tinking sound when they accidentally brushed the zip of his coat, making your ears twitch the second that you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Finished.” Your pointer finger pressed against his back, instantly gaining his attention. Alfie looked over his shoulder and down at you in mild surprise before extending his arm and taking your small hand in his own. Your hand was damp from recently being washed but it didn’t bother him in the slightest. Alfie led you toward the massive crowd, heart warming as he looked down at you. The smile on your lips was enough to make his entire day. You’d been begging to go to this market since the day it opened a few months back and since he finally had a day off, it was the perfect day to take you out.

“Oh, Alfie, look.” The breathiness in your tone told the man you saw something you admired considerably. Your hand tightened around his own, gently tugging him in the direction of whatever it was you had your eye on. Alfie was a bit side-tracked, staring at the dog cages at the end of the isle. He didn’t point them out because he knew he didn’t need to. The second you spotted them, he knew you’d be dragging him in that direction and before you did he wanted to see what it was that had you all giddy. His blue eyes lifted to the space in front of the pair of you. A lengthy, dark burgundy dress resided on the manican holder in front of him. His eyes scanned the material, soft, beautiful. It was evident that the gown had been created by a careful hand, stitched to perfection. It had lace along the stomach, tight around the waist and then flared around the hips. He pulled his lips in momentarily, continuing to scrutinize the attire.

The dress you currently wore had a wine stain on the shoulder, impossible to miss because the dark red color stood out vibrantly against the blue. Your coat did it’s best to hide the drink’s mark but it was impossible to hide completely. Lifting your small hand to the fabric, you delicately drew it closer to you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Your eyes lifted to Alfie, scanning him to see if he liked the gown as much as you did. Approval simmered in his gaze.

“Hello!” A high-pitched voice chirped. You turned your head to find a blonde woman in a yellow dress, stood with her chin out and head tipped back in the slightest. She looked closer to Alfie’s age than she did to yours. “May I help you?” She continued to speak before you had much time to give her a greeting in return.

“Just looking.” Alfie informed the woman. His hand fell away from your own to instead press against your lower back. His warm fingertips moved along your spine, up and down, up and down before he drew you in closer to him. “She’s a bit interested in this, yeah, this burgundy one here.” His eyes fell back to the gown. The woman nodded her head once before ushering toward a rack in the corner.

“All sizes for this gown are over there..” she smiled softly toward the bloke. She was oblivious to his hand, brushing along your back — and even if she had noticed, she would’ve assumed it was innocent. He looked like he was in his mid-forties and you barely looked twenty. Her eyes held a certain attraction for your Alfie so you slowly moved your hand to his belly and guided him in the direction of the dresses. She watched closely, the way your hand lingered in place on his belly and the way his hand moved from its, already low, spot on your back, down to the top of your rear. He tugged you in closer to him, a smile gracing his plump lips as he came to a stop beside the hangars. The woman didn’t ponder the touch too much, ‘couple’ wasn’t the word on her mind, ‘impossibly close father and daughter’ was more like it.

“What size, pet?” His hand fell from your back so he could rummage through the various tags in search of the right size. You shifted at his side, peering over his extended forearm so you could read the labels.

“Maybe a medium?” You guessed. It was different for all fabrics. Nothing every fit you the same. Reaching around him when he grasped the right dress but clearly didn’t see that it was the correct size, you pinched the sleeve. “This one, baby. This is a medium.” Dipping under his arm so you could stand in front of him, you removed the dress from the rack and draped it over your arm. “Looks like we need to get your eyes checked.” You teased before nudging his belly playfully with your elbow. Twisting around to face him, your glistening eyes moved between his narrowed ones, challenging you to make fun of him again. Your eyebrows wiggled playfully before you stepped around him and moved over to the yellow gowns. Rummaging through them with a quiet hum, you lifted one at the last second before looking toward Alfie when he offered to carry the items for you. Giving him a sweet, grateful smile, your hand curled around his arm, steadying yourself as you leaned up on your tiptoes to steal a slow kiss.

The woman who’d initially had starry eyes for the bloke was now busy working the register. She was entirely too wrapped up in the line of customers to realize that the man she’d had her eye on was actually your boyfriend. Now would’ve been the only chance for her to get that needed confirmation.

Alfie ushered toward the dressing rooms in the corner, curtains drawn open to signal that the spaces were unoccupied. “Do you need some assistance?” He smirked. Hanging the dresses inside one of the rooms once the pair of you had reached them, he looked down at you.

“No.” You pushed him teasingly. “Might need your opinion though, so I know if they look good enough to buy.. but I think I’m capable of dressing myself.” Shaking your head in amusement, you winked toward him before tugging the curtain closed. Vanishing from his view, Alfie took his place on a nearby bench and waited patiently for you to get changed. He busied himself with picking at his fingernails, digging at the dirt embedded in the crevices.

He could hear your faint humming and the rustling of your dirty dress as you pulled the material off and wiggled out of the heavy cloth. He stared down at his hands, eyes latched on to the various rings he wore. His mind drifted to the ring in his pocket, hidden by the square-shaped box it resided in. He would give it to you soon, he was just working up the courage — and each time that he managed to, something or someone would say something and ruin it.

The age gap between the pair of you was significant. It was noticeable. You were void of any wrinkles, no bags beneath your eyes. High cheeks, a sturdy stance. He hobbled. He slouched. He had wrinkles in place on his face. He wasn’t sure how or why you’d fallen in love with him, but he was beyond grateful. He loved you more than he could put into words. He did his best to ignore the whispers and the curiosities, but a lot of the time he grew agitated and angry. Alfie lifted his gaze from his hands when he heard the curtain gliding along the rack, opening. You stood in place, body embraced by the deep, dark burgundy. Your fingers brushed along the stomach of the gown as you peered out at the bloke on the bench.

“Well?” Wisps of your hair lifted with the soft question. You pressed your palms against your belly, studying the man intently as his eyes roamed the length of your body. He was speechless. His blue eyes were latched on to you, stuck in a trance as he watched you fidget.

“Fucking hell.” Using his cane to help him stand, the flat end of the stick shoved firmly into the floorboards as he rose. Blinking repeatedly, as if he were trying to make sure he wasn’t imagining the absolutely breathtaking sight before him, he made his way toward you. “Look at my girl.” He uttered deeply. His voice was husky and low, a deep rumble as he expressed how beautiful he found you to be. He set his hands on your curvy hips, discarding his cane to rest against the wall, and drew you forward and toward him. His eyes were locked on the gown, dragging from the dip of your cleavage down to the waist that flared. You smiled slowly, his expression giving it away that he very much enjoyed the sight before him.

“So I should get it?” You chirped sweetly, small hands lifting to rest on his forearms. Brushing your short nails along his sleeves, you peered up at him with an inquisitive stare, lips curling evidently.

“You don’t have much of a choice, right, seeing as I, pet, im fucking buying it for you, ain’t i?” His hands brushed from your hips around to your lower back. Drawing you forward and into him again, he didn’t leave any space between your bodies. You were pressed against him flatly, lips parting at the secure hold he had on you.

“Alfie..” You sensed the atmosphere changing with each second that passed. The man leaned in and stole a very tender kiss, a brief peck which seemed to change with every kiss he gave you. It grew longer and longer until he was backing you up and into the dressing room. Alfie gripped the curtain and yanked the cloth closed, hiding the pair of you behind the thick material. You opened your mouth against his, giggling sharply as his mouth moved down to your throat. “Baby.. don’t.” Your plea was far too unbelievable. Alfie groaned against your neck, hands moving from your back down to your rear.

“Don’t what?” He spoke heavily, hands curling in the back of your dress. He began to drag the material up to your hips, bunching the burgundy fabric up in his fists.

“Alfie,” You whispered harshly, wiggling weakly. Your words contradicted your actions. If you really wanted him to stop, you’d push at him. Your tone would be angry, it most certainly wouldn’t be laced with lust — you were just trying to be a good person, a smart one, and deny him public sex. “is this really the affect a dress has over you?”

“Ah, pet..” He drew back, tongue tracing his lips hungrily. “Yeah, lets blame the fucking dress, right, not the lass wearing it.”

You pulled your bottom lip in and bit it harshly. Alfie’s hands were underneath the dress now, gripping at your underwear in a feverish attempt to get them out of the way. He managed to get his hand inside, cupping you with his warm palm. You slumped against the wall and spread your legs a little further. “Horny bastard.” You whimpered breathily. Tipping your head back to rest against the wall, your eyes just managed to flutter shut before the familiar sound of the blonde woman’s voice cut in and ruined the moment. Alfie froze, glancing over his shoulder and toward the curtain. The woman’s heels were visible beneath the cloth as she stood directly outside.

“Excuse me?” She spoke. “Sir, you’re not meant to be in the changing room with her.” Her hands twitched, tempted to pull the curtain open and escort him out. She was sure he was just helping you with the zip on your dress, but still, it was against store policy for the opposite sex, no matter their relationship, to share a fitting room.

“Just helping the lass with the buttons, right, can’t do that out in the open, can I?” He grunted. His fingers brushed along your slit slowly, ignoring the woman who’d told him he needed to step out of the dressing room. You moved your hand to his shoulder and clutched on to him tightly. Smirking visibly, your eyes fluttered with each caress he rewarded you with.

“Sir.” She tried again. “You need to step out of the fitting room.” Her arms folded over her chest slowly, heels of her shoes clacking noisily against the floor as she waited for him to do as she said. Alfie rolled his eyes. His finger barely managed to slip into you before he drew it out. Releasing your dress so it fell back to its place around your ankles, he lifted his glistening finger to his lips and wrapped his mouth around the tip. Removing the arousal that coated his digit, he winked toward you before taking a small step back. His eyes told you he wasn’t finished with you in the slightest. He twisted around on his heel and shoved the curtain open. The clerk stared at him with accusing eyes before backing up and leaving the area. Alfie shook his head, clearly filled with annoyance before he drew the curtain closed and returned to his place on the bench.

You removed the burgundy gown from your body before trying the yellow one on. It was wise to avoid showing Alfie what you looked like in the clothing, so instead of showing him, you just tried it on, made sure you liked it, and then put the wine-stained gown back on. Drawing your coat back on to your shoulders to hide the discolored area, you inhaled deeply before stepping out of the room. The dresses were folded over your forearm, ready to be purchased.

“I like ‘em both.” You informed him.

Alfie adjusted his wide spread thighs. His cane resided between his knees, lazily twisting in his palms before he stood. His eyes moved between your own, head bobbing with his nod of approval.

“Right then,” He extended his arm. His fingers curled in the soft fabric, gripping both dresses so he could buy them. “I’ll take these for you, yeah, and then we can..” His hands ushered toward the corridor, signaling that he was ready to walk around more.

You beamed brightly before walking alongside him toward the register. The woman behind the counter was small. She had black hair and hazel eyes. Her cheeks were high, freckles coating her pale, red-tinted, skin. She exchanged a kind smile with the both of you as she took the dresses and counted up your total. Her attempt to make smalltalk would prove to be a mistake, for the second she opened her mouth, Alfie went slightly red in the face.

“Doing some father-daughter shopping?” Her tone was sweet, innocent. But she shouldn’t have been making assumptions. Alfie’s grip on his wallet tightened when he drew it out of his pocket. You stared at his fingers, watching as the color in them drained and they were whitened significantly. His blue eyes lifted to the woman, jaw clenched and lips pursed. You knew he was going to be rude, his frustration always made him harsher than he intended to be. You cut in before he had a chance.

“Actually, just some shopping.” You informed her. Your hand lifted to his arm, caressing it slowly to attempt to keep him calm, collected.

“Oh?” Her brows arched. She moved her gaze to you, studying your features. “Step-dad then?” She tried again. It was clear she thought she’d guessed correctly, for her giggle was apologetic. You knew it was soon to be embarrassed.

“I don’t got any fucking kids.” He told the woman bluntly. You held your breath. “And I sure fucking hope, yeah, the lass isn’t my daughter, right, because the things we were just doing in your dressing room, yeah, is bound to get me locked up, innit.” Your hand lifted to your face, rubbing down your heated skin the longer he spoke. The woman was in the midst of counting the total before she stiffened. Her cheeks warmed considerably and her face resembled a ripe tomato.

“Oh, I..” She was clueless on what to say. ‘Sorry I made assumptions.’ ‘You shouldn’t be doing that in our dressing rooms’. You were sure she had a million different things she could say, but instead, she was silent. Speechless. She handed a slip of paper to Alfie that had the total on it and he slammed more money down on the counter than need be. She went to grab the change, but he snatched the bag off the counter and strode off toward the exit. He didn’t care about a few bucks, he didn’t want to be around the women in the store any longer.

You were hot on his heels. He was angry, moving quickly and desperately. He huffed childishly, inwardly swearing at himself once more. Proposing had been on his mind when he was sitting in the dressing room, but once again, he shoved it to the back of his mind and was reminded that you were too young for him. Everyone thought so. Why would you ever want to marry him — every day you’d have to say ‘he’s my husband, not my father’. Alfie let out a harsh growl, fist wrapped tightly around the bag that contained the recently purchased dresses.

“Alfie!” You finally shouted. His longer legs made it hard for you to keep up. “Wait a second, will you?” Stumbling in the slightest, you slowed to a walk, breaths heavy and hand clutched to your chest. Alfie stilled, back to you and eyes on the floor. You picked up your pace just a little, small hand reaching forward in order to wrap around his. “You have got to stop running out on me like that, it’s very hard to keep up.” He could hear the amusement in your tone. He didn’t know why you were never bothered by people’s assumptions. Alfie turned to face you and you could see that he was still bothered by what had been said. “Alfie.. come on, I told you not to listen to what other people say. It’s an honest mistake.” Gazing up at him with sincerity, you pulled your lips in.

Alfie shook his head before directing his stare to the floor, eyeing the torn bits on his boots. “Why doesn’t it bother you?” He asked gruffly. “When people, right, they think you’re my fucking daughter, yeah, or a fucking child in comparison to me?” He looked so pure and confused, like a puzzled child.

“Because they don’t matter.” You whispered. “They are just people we see once in our lives. I know you’re my boyfriend and that’s all that matters.” Reaching up, your small hands found the sides of his neck. Caressing his skin lazily, you lifted yourself up on to your tiptoes and puckered your lips. “Give me a kiss.”

Alfie was still grumpy. His face was drawn together in an expression of agitation, but he leaned in and gave you your kiss. Your arms wrapped around him more securely, lips moving against his in a meaningful, careful manner. You didn’t care what anyone had to say, or what they assumed. Their opinions were their opinions, they didn’t affect you. But they did affect your boyfriend.

Alfie sighed quietly against your lips, relaxing beneath your touch little by little. His hands made their way to your middle back, stroking the surface lazily as the pair of you kissed. “M sorry.” He grumbled.

“Don’t be sorry, Alfie, I’m just reminding you.. don’t let them get on your nerves so much.” You pecked him before dropping down on the heels of your boots. “Come on.” Gripping his hand, you set off toward the dog cages at the end of the isle, knowing that the mutt’s would cheer him up.

Dog cage after dog cage was sat in a straight line. Each row had six pups, each one tucked away inside of a different kennel. Big dogs, small ones, old ones, puppies. Alfie was in awe the second that he saw the yelping mutts. Each one had a wagging tail and a flapping tongue, eager to be given some attention. Your hand tightened around Alfie’s, squeezing it tightly.

“Look at that one.” His deep voice cut into the barking dogs. His free hand lifted, pointer finger directed toward a yellow pup at the front. “Slobbery little fucker”. He chuckled out. His knees popped as he lowered himself down to a squatted position. Your hand fell away from his own to instead find his shoulder. Stroking it slowly as you inspected the puppy he was looking at, your head shook with your giggle.

“Nothing but a mess.” You assured Alfie before turning. Making your way along the isle, you studied each one of the dogs. Some had spots, others were solid colors. Their breeds were labeled, hanging on a tag on the outside of the crates. Most of the older dogs were fast asleep, it was the puppies that were running around in circles, chasing their tails and gobbling down their food. Each dog took a piece of your heart when you looked at it. Alfie stayed in place by the lab and you didn’t come to a stop until youd reached the very last dog.

A bullmastiff resided in the cage. He was laid on his side, tongue hanging out of his mouth and legs twitching as he slept. His tail flopped now and then, eyes closed and little tummy lifting with his breaths. He was the only sleeping puppy. Leaning over so that you had a better view, you set your hands on the crate, fingers curling around the metal as you peered down at the pup. You cooed softly, unsure whether you wanted to wake him or not — but he was like Alfie, dead to the world. His snores were soft, but clear. He barely moved when you spoke.

Alfie had moved his gaze from the lab in front of him to you when you started baby-talking the mutt. His lips curved upward, blue eyes gliding to the animal you were so drawn to. Alfie stood with a loud grunt before making his way toward you. His shoes thudded noisily against the ground, but his cane thudded even louder, a hollow thump that joined his footsteps. Alfie came to a stop behind you, his fingertips grazing the length of your back as he stared down at the animal who’d managed to grab your sole attention.

“What do we have here?” He grumbled out, eyes squinted in the slightest as they roamed the length of the animal. “Looks like you’ve found the one you want.” He chuckled out. You turned your head to the side and peered up at him with an arched brow. You knew he was kidding.

“Don’t tease me.” You pushed him in the slightest before crouching down so you were eye-level with the dog. The bullmastiff was the cutest one here by far — in your opinion. His snores only added to his cuteness. You reached inside the cage, pointer finger brushing over one of his paws. The surface was rough, a stark contrast to his soft fur. You pursed your lips, puckering them so you could make kissy sounds. The pup’s eyes fluttered open, droopy as he looked toward you. You swore you saw them light up. He leapt up from his position and began to yelp exictedly. His short, stocky legs hobbled along the length of the cage, tail slapping the side of the crate noisily. Your giggle mixed with the sharp bark from the dog made Alfie smile. He’d never seen any pair happier — apart from himself with you. Alfie looked toward the man in charge, a tall fellow with dark black hair. He had blue eyes and thin lips, almost impossible to see.

“Mate?” Alfie’s deep voice drifted throughout the small space. “How much for the lad?” He pointed toward the puppy, desperate to be let out of his cage.

“The bullmastiff?” His inquiry wasn’t necessary. It was the only dog the pair of you were looking at. “I’m sure he’s a bit..” The man shifted, attempting to think of a politer way to say ‘out of your price range’. “too expensive.. for you.” He settled. Waving the pen in his hand around dismissively, as if that were enough of a response, he turned back toward the sheets he’d been filling out.

Alfie straightened defensively before pushing his tongue harshly into the side of his cheek. “Mate. I didn’t ask, right, if he was fucking expensive, did I, no, yeah, I said how much.” Alfie broadened, arms flexing visibly and fingers tightening around the cane he held.

The bloke dropped his pen with a harsh sigh. “Sir. You’re wasting your time in asking..” He really didn’t want to see the ashamed expression which was bound to slap Alfie in the face when he told him the total for the animal. “You can’t even afford to buy your daughter a new dress, let alone a dog.” He rolled his eyes after staring at the wine stain on your shoulder and then made movement to get back to writing.

Alfie looked like he was ready to kill. You grasped his arm to calm him down, a pleading look plastered on your face. “Alfie.. please, it’s alright.” Guilt filled you for giving the dog attention because now he probably thought he was going to get to come home with you. And alfie.. well, he was pissed. Not only had he just been referred to as your father again but the mutt had definitely stolen a piece of your heart and he could tell how badly you wanted him. The silence in the area made the clerk glance in your direction to see if the pair of you had left — but when he saw Alfie, he went pale. He’d never seen a man that looked so livid. So murderous.

Without another word, the man stepped around the cages that resided between himself and Alfie. He made his way toward the larger bloke and without so much as an apologetic smile, he hunched over and flipped the sign around that the wind had blown to face the wrong way. The sign read the price and the breed of dog. Alfie, before the man in charge could get too far, withdrew his wallet and the exact amount of money. “We’ll fucking take him.” Victory glimmered in your boyfriend’s eyes and when the worker spun around to lock eyes on the money, you practically tore the cage open. The bullmastiff jumped out and you swiftly caught his tiny, chubby body. Lifting him into your arms, your laughter was impossible to subside because the mutt was licking you from chin to forehead. Alfie watched in awe, stunned by how heavy and full his heart felt watching the scene. He shoved the money into the bloke’s chest hard enough to knock him over before moving toward you so he could inspect the newest member of the family you two were creating. The puppy in your arms was extremely squirmy and a bit difficult to hold, but you managed. Alfie lifted his hand to the pup’s fur, caressing the length of his back before he scratched the backside of the animal’s ear. “Cute little fucker, innit?” The man grunted out. You giggled quietly as you bobbed your head in agreement.

“He looks kind of like you.” You narrowed your eyes before slowly tipping your head back to peer up at him. “Big eyes.. cute and cuddly, though he looks a bit intimidating.” Fluttering your lashes, you inhaled deeply. “And he’s gonna get to be real big. I’ve seen these breeds of dog before, they get to be huge.” You pulled your bottom lip in and gnawed on the pink flesh. “Now he just needs a name.”

Alfie lifted his brows, studying the pup intently. He wasn’t good at picking names, but he was sure that the pair of you would come to an agreement on one eventually. His mind raced wildly, hunting for a name that would fit, but he couldn’t find one on the spot.

“He’ll be nameless for a while. Can’t think of something to fit him.” He spoke softly. His lips brushed your temple, a sweet, featherlight touch before he took your hand in his and led you away from the isle of dogs. Your mind was similar to Alfie’s, each name you thought of wasn’t good enough to say aloud, so you moved alongside your handsome boyfriend, eyes glued to the puppy in your arms and then briefly flickering to the bear at your side.

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hamilsanity · 4 years

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Les Misérables Staged Concert

Little late to the party, but I just saw the live broadcast version and I wanted to talk about it so bad. I´ve already done a post about my thoughts on it but it was based on an audio I listened to, so this one´s gonna be more complete.

PERFORMERS

-Alfie Boe: okay he was actually soo good. His voice is flawless and his acting was better than I was expecting (cause I had heard a lot of people talking about that). I honestly think he did even better than in the 25th anniversary concert.

-Michael Ball: actually better than expected, too. But his voice wasntt perfect. I don´t know if he was sick or something, but anyway. Also, that man spits a lot! Poor people in the first row. But yeah, I love Ball and he surprised me in a good way. Highlights: his death scene! That emotion omg I loved it.

-Carrie Hope-Fletcher: lovely and amazing. her voice was so smooth and calming, I loved it s o much. She´s such a great performer and singer.

-Rob Houchen: I love this guy! His Empty chairs was heartbreaking. Beautiful voice and amazing performance.

-The Thenardiers: they added a lot more of comic parts in this production, which is great but sometimes maybe too much? idk maybe I wasn´t in the mood. But they were awesome. I love Katy and Matt.

-Bradley Jaden: Oh. My. God. What? This guy´s brilliant. I think I might´ve fallen in love with him, That voice!! Those acting skills!! Also he´s really handsome. Remind me to go and listen to his Javert. But isn´t he too young for Javert? Well he´s great.

-Shan Ako: I´ve said it before, but I love this girl´s voice. It´s just like chocolate cream and yeah I cannot explain it but I love it. And her Éponine is on point.

-Lily Kerhoas: not my favorite Cosette, but she has a nice voice. She just wasn´t really the focus of my attention I guess.

-Also shout out to the little Gavroche and the little Éponine. They were both super cute.

FAVORITE MOMENTS

-When Gavroche is introducing Éponine, he scares her and then they shake hands like buddies. That really broke my heart,

-The tear in Rob Houchen´s face at the end of Empty Chairs.

-They skipped Gavroche death, which wasn´t cool. BUT he dies along with the other barricades boys and when he is shot Grantaire holds him and yeah that broke me.

-They way Fantine and little Cosette look at each other before Castle on a Cloud.

-The look little and old Cosette share when they shift.

-The lighting desing was amazing, especially the sewers scene.

#les miserables #les misérables #les mis #les miz #les mis staged concert #les miserables staged concert #west end #guielgud theatre #carrie hope fletcher #alfie boe #michael ball #matt lucas #katy secombe #lily kerhoas #shan ako #london #sondhaim theatre

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princess-of-france · 5 years

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Also- since Love's Labour's Lost has been on the brain, and you are such a cool theatre person: dreamcast for LLL? Thank you so much!

OMFG MY FAVORITE COMEDY YES YES YES

*blows kazoo*

(Also, I’m cracking up at you thinking I’m a “cool theater person,” because I promise that’s a wonderfully accidental illusion; in reality, I’m just a cryptid who’s entire genetic makeup consists of triple-espresso lattes, Gmail push notifications, Shakespeare plays, and tears. But you’re very kind!)

Before I answer this amazing Ask, I think I should clarify that my dreamcast for LLL already exists — or, at least, it existed in 2018 — and I had the dazzling, life-affirming pleasure of seeing them perform my beloved plotless comedy at my favorite theater festival on the planet: the Oregon Shakespeare Festival.

So here’s to Amanda Dennart and her IMPECCABLE Love’s Labour’s Lost:

^^^ Yes, that is King Ferdinand of Navarre, played by the once and future Daniel José Molina, meeting the Princess of France — the fabulous Alejandra Escalante — with a paper bag over his motherfucking head so that he doesn’t break his kingly oath of Not Looking At Female For 3 Years. (Fun fact: these two are now married!)

[Photo credit: Jenny Graham.]

BUT NOW TO THE MAIN EVENT:

Critically, I think LLL is a play about eight young people experiencing love for the first time and struggling to reconcile that love with their desire to be the Cleverest Person in the Room. Like so many whip-smart young people, the Crazy Eight equate cavalier carelessness with power, but the problem is: true love requires radical, wholehearted, unbearable vulnerability. It demands chaos and madness and mess and mistakes. True love asks us to be willing to look like an idiot. And most young people just aren’t ready for that, the first time it happens. It’s why the ending of this play is so goddam devastating.

And it’s why it’s so important to me that my cast list for the Crazy Eight reflects the youth, innocence, and inexperience I see baked into every one of their lines. Love has to seem like a first-time visitor to all of them. Love has to shake up their worldview like a snow globe, bowl them over, and then leave them impermeably altered. Love has to be the thing that makes them grow up.

So, with that, I am proud to present...

~THE NAVARRE NERDS~

1. KING FERDINAND OF NAVARRE — Paapa Essiedu

Love of my complete life. I don’t know if there’s a better actor with a bigger heart anywhere on earth. His Henry VI was utterly inspired, so I know he can be Kingly. Plus, he’s a passionate advocate for decolonizing Shakespeare and making classical theater accessible to all and...yeah. I adore him.

2. BEROWNE — Anthony Boyle

THIS IDIOT. I had to find a picture of him laughing, because he’s played a lot of Moody Broody Types, but OMG when he cracks a grin... Anthony is just a jewel of an actor: versatile, intense, thoughtful, emotionally articulate. He’ll keep Paapa’s Ferdie laughing, but also bring out the big guns for Berowne’s gorgeous character arc from horny cynic to lovesick wooer to chastened fool.

3. DUMAINE — Alfred Enoch

Perfect angel darling. There’s no doubt in my mind that Alfie can do Smug, Suave, Would-Be-James Bond Dumaine as well as Dorky, Clumsy, Foot-Constantly-in-Mouth Dumaine with equal flair. Also, I love him. <3

4. LONGAVILLE — George MacKay

Apparently, this sweetheart is playing Hamlet soon in the new Ophelia movie, which is HILARIOUS, because he looks like the most Innocent Innocent to ever Innocent. I suppose this is what makes him a good actor. And he is very good.

~LES FILLES~

5. PRINCESS OF FRANCE — Lily James

This goddess is always getting cast as ingenues who fall in love with their eyes and hearts wide open, which is all fine and good. But I wanna see her fall in love against her will, against her better judgment, and with stubborn denial attending her every step of the way...partly because Lily is up to the challenge, and partly because it would be precious af.

6. ROSALINE — Karla Crome

BAMF. Berowne won’t know what hit him. Karla is talented in a way most of us can only dream about, but even more importantly, she is whip-smart, self-possessed, and in love with herself. Get it, girl.

7. KATHARINE — Shay Mitchell

It’s hard to beat Shay for Sleek, Feline Intelligence. I like to imagine Katharine as the ultimate duchess: rich, spoiled, overeducated, overprivileged, dressed to the nines every minute of every day. But she carries so much pain behind the mask. Being fabulous is no substitute for losing your big sister. And I think Shay can do justice to all those layers.

8. MARIA — Francesca Mills

I had the honor of seeing Francesca in Rachel Chavkin’s epic production of American Clock at the Old Vic this past winter. In a cast of over 20 brilliant actors, she emerged as the brightest star. I have never fallen in love with an actress so quickly. Sweet, inquisitive, sassy, and smart, with a crystalline voice, Francesca is the ultimate heroine. Her Maria will be the most adorable in human history, I think.

9. BOYET — Tamsin Greig

Imho, no one does Blustery Spinster Energy better than Tamsin. (See her performance as Miss Bates in the 2009 BBC miniseries, Emma.) My favorite version of Boyet is the adult female chaperone that the Princess and her ladies gleefully dress up as a man to stymie Ferdinand’s guards. It makes 5.2 all the more giddy and revelatory, and also it just makes narrative sense. Tamsin will play the beleaguered and increasingly exasperated Wine Mom to perfection.

~THE PSEUDO-SCHOLARS~

10. DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO — Riz Ahmed

I just can’t even express how much I love Riz. He dissolves completely into every single role he plays, no matter how absurd the character may seem on paper. And that is a very pertinent qualification for playing Armado, because he has the hard-fought distinction of being the most Abjectly Batshit Character in this bonkers play. Also I just really wanna get his autograph help

11. MOTE — Kiernan Shipka

THIS GIRL. Oh man, I don’t even know where to begin. She’s so flipping good at her craft, and at such a young age!! Honestly, I’d hate her if she weren’t so damn precious. All she needs to do is learn how to do a Scottish accent and then she’ll be 100% ready to play the wee snickering Watson to Armado’s pirate-Holmes. I’ve always read Mote as Armado’s platonic life partner slash surrogate daughter. She’s probably the only person in the world who knows Armado’s social security number. (Plus, Riz is a sweetheart, so you just know they’ll become great friends!)

12. DR. HOLOFERNES — Olivia Colman

What can I say? She’ll play the broad, slapstick comic relief stock character of Il Dottore to perfection...right up until the moment she doesn’t. Then she’ll make us all sob. “This is not generous, not gentle, not humble!” (V.ii.2570)

13. NATHANIEL — Cyril Nri

Can’t you just see this angel loving the crap out of Olivia’s Holofernes?? Like, he probably built an extension onto his rectory home JUST to give the famous visiting Italian academic a place to stay during her time in Navarre. Great actor, great human, great smile. 11/10

~BELOW-STAIRS~

14. COSTARD — Andy Samberg

My only Costard. I mean, he’s the only white boy I know who could play such a cowardly fuckboi of a character without turning him into a 2-D caricature. Not to mention the fact that Andy is a spectacular improv actor, so he can invent a lot of new lines and jokes for the hallboy! Win-win!

15. JAQUENETTA — Phoebe Waller-Bridge

Because I want the oft-disregarded Jaquenetta to be the Narrator of this whole wild shebang, I need an actor who can foster a deliciously familiar, non-4th-wall relationship with the audience and/or camera. Phoebe is the undisputed Queen of this. She’ll be STELLAR. And she and Andy will make people cry from laughing so hard.

16. CONSTABLE ANTHONY DULL — Andre Braugher

I love the idea of this Juilliard-trained classical actor sitting quietly with his crossword puzzle in the back of the polished oak Navarre library, watching a group of the Dumbest Smart People in human history talking themselves into a tizzy over false Latin and prickets and excrement and bad, mis-delivered iambic hexametric sonnets and just chuckling to himself. (Also: BB99 reunion!)

17. MERCADÉ — Randall Park

Tbh, I feel bad giving such a small part to such a phenomenal actor, but the thing about Mercadé is that he is like the BIGGEST small part in all of Shakespeare. He’s right up there with the First Servant in Lear in terms of the sheer narrative punch he packs into just a few short lines. And I think the best Mercadé is the one who has a personal relationship to the Princess. Maybe he was a personal aide to her father, the King? Maybe he helped raise her? Regardless, I think their conversation at the end of 5.2 is more than just the delivery of a sad message. It’s a communion between two grieving patriots of France. I want an actor whose warm heart will shine through that brief interchange. Randall can obviously do that, tenfold.

Aaaaaaand I think that’s it! Thanks again for the Ask, Lauren!! This was an absolute treat. xx Claire

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trueloveforeverbeautyandthebeast · 7 years

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Game Of Thrones Live Blog 7x07 "The Dragon and The Wolf"

# my handsome baby Grey Worm is back safe and sound :)

# damn the Lannister’s should he terrified, The unsullied would kick all your asses

# “Maybe it is all cocks in the end” lol

# damn I love the Dothraki screamers, they are bloody fierce

# Jamie and Bronn terrified of Dany’s army

# Jon not at all impressed by Kings Landing

 # Jamie not impressed by Cersei and it’s only just begun

# Jorah telling Missandei his knowledge of the purpose of the dragon pit, I love how he knows everything :)

# oohh nice Jackets the dothraki are wearing # the way the hound and brienne look at each other omg # “you can suck his magic cock later” lol nice way of breaking up the Tyrion and Pod reunion Bronn # aww Brienne and The Hound talking proudly of Arya like she’s their child # Bronn and Tyrion have a funny way of saying they miss each other # Jon looking dramatic AF in his thick cloak # Oohh The Hound stating all Lannister’s have shit ideas, going from this season I’d have to agree # Cersei is wearing a awfully simple dress, I like it but I thought she’d wear something far more dramatic # Jamie and Brienne giving each other looks ;) # Ooohh Clegane Bowl is so happening in the last season # God the mountain is even uglier than the wights. # Missandei rolling her eyes when at Cersei when she asks where Dany is # Jon rushing towards the dragon screeches knowing his girl is coming and he doesn’t want to miss a thing # God I love Dany’s music # Drogon is dramatic AF # Dany being so queenly and composed like she didn’t just arrive fashionably late on a dragon lol # Cersei being snarky towards Dany while Dany appears unbothered # Euron being a AHole interrupting Tyrion to torment Theon about Yara # Even Jamie and Cersei have had enough of Euron’s shit # can’t believe Dany and Theon are sitting next to each other yet we haven’t seen them share a single word this season, come on show you can do better than that # Jon bluntly talking about the army of the dead, I love how dramatic he is. #Jorah giving Dany looks as Jon mentions corpses, probably checking she's okay considering Viserion is one of those corpses 😭😭😭 # “I imagine for most of them it would be a improvement” damn Cersei that is cold # “Yes, that’s all” damn Dany is so straight to the point in this meeting and full of so few words # Damn Sandor is strong, carrying that wight in the box

# I love how Dany and Jonah look at the same place at the Sam time

# haha the wight going straight after Cersei and the look of horror on her face

# Qyburn being so fascinated by the wight like he wants to study it

# Jon once again being dramatic AF demonstrating the two ways to kill a wight, if only he showed Dany this when he met her instead of just saying "the dead are coming"

# omg Dany and Jamie talking without any anger between them, please give me more of this in the final season their dynamic would be so fascinating

# Euron you bloody coward!

# Cersei actually being understanding and supportive.......I take that back lol

# Cersei asking Jon to stay out of her and Dany's fight after the War...Jon of being able to lie for a minute about how loyal he is to Dany and how she is his only Queen 😍😍

# "Ned Stark's son will be true to his word" huh? Funny how Cersei says that considering the involvement she had in his death

# Dany's face when Jon publicly swears fealty to her 😍😍😍

# Damn Dany and Jon failed to tell their hands Tyrion and Davos of this news, they are so shocked

# Brienne waking up Jamie to what really matters, this ship lives 😍😍

# Ooohh Everyone ganging up on Jon for not telling a little white lie, Dany conflicted appreciating his loyalty but at the same time hurt that one of her children possibly died for nothing

# "When enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything" wow I love Jon 😍😍

# Wow love that shot of Tyrion, Jon, Dany, Jorah and Davos all giving their best poses love all these characters

# Dany worried about Tyrion being murdered by Cersei

# Aww I miss Jamie and Tyrion can't wait to see them together with no Cersei wall separating them

# Cersei calling Dany a foreign whore and Tyrion biting back that Cersei can't touch this one as Dany is untouchable

# Cersei calling Jon Dany's Pet Northerner

# "You killed Myrcella, you killed Tommen" yeah no offence Cersei but it was your actions alone that Killed Tommen, pushed him to the brink that they threw himself out a window

# Wow this Tyrion and Cersei scene is so intense, I love it wonderfully written and so well acted

# "Because I think she will make the world a better place" Aww Dany's vision is most definitely Tyrion's vision now

# Cersei admitting she only cares about her and her baby not the people, making it obvious by touching her belly to Tyrion that she's pregnant

# "I respect what you did, wish you hadn't done it but I respect it" Dany deciding not to hate on Jon for his lack of good politics

# "A Dragon is not a slave" god I love it when Dany speaks Valyrian

# "We grew small as well, we weren't extordinary without them. We were just like everybody else" "Your not like everybody else" Aww Jon who knew you were such a charmer 😍😍😍

# God I love how Jon step extra close to Dany like two high school kids in front of a locker 😍😍😍

# Damn Jon, sounds like you wanna try impregnating Dany the way your talking by saying I don't actually believe your infertile 😏😏

# I love how softer Dany's voice is around Jon privately 😍😍😍

# the little smiles Jon and Dany are giving each other are killing me, just bloody kiss already

# Damn Jon and Dany are quite a pair standing next to each other in their getup massive King and Queen feels 😍😍😍

# Cersei seeming like she's on board and will support them, I don't trust this though

# Sansa being annoyed with Jon for not consulting her about Jon bending the knee to Daenerys, I hope he at least sent letters to Sansa explaining what kind of person Dany is lol

# Littlefinger perhaps putting thoughts in Sansa's head for next season about Jon marrying Dany

# Always have mixed feelings about Littlefinger, he has some of the best advice and speeches

# Love all these people around the painted table, such amazing characters

# Jorah not trusting the northerners to not try and kill Dany

# They are really pushing this Dany getting hit with a arrow, Tyrion, Missandei and now Jorah all talking about it almost as much as Dany and motherhood I have a feeling both will go hand in hand next season

# Jon making a counter argument wanting Dany to sail north with him 😏😏 showing the north how unified they are together 😏😏😏 everyone else on the council just staring at them lol

# "We Sail Together" 😍😍😍

# Jon and Theon omg

# omg Theon you are breaking my heart, always doubting yourself

# "It always seemed like a impossible choice I had to make....Stark or Greyjoy" This, This is what I always saw since the beginning Theon torn apart making stupid decisions because everyone told him what he should be and who he should be loyal to. The people who claim to be his family and love him should never force him to make that decision.

# Jon being a good man, saying Ned is Theon's father and he will always be a part of him and he forgives him for what he can. Omg I've waited so long for someone to tell Theon that, thank you Jon

# "You don't need to choose, your a Greyjoy and your a Stark" 😍😍😍

# Theon admitting all he wants to do, all he has to do is save his sister Yara

# Theon being the number one Yara supporter

# Theon admitting his mistakes and owning up to them 😭😭😭

# Somone give Alfie Allen a Emmy already

# come on Theon kick his ass

# Theon winning the support of the Iron Born but not taking the glory for himself but for Yara

# Just get along you silly girls and stop being so cold to each other

# Littlefinger being so confused 😮😮

# I can't help but wonder what would have happened if Sansa never married Ramsay would these same events play out

# Sansa mentioned she is a slow learner, a Sansa Jamie Parallel since he said the same thing to Olenna

# I'm very conflicted about Littlefinger dying, he did some horrible things but he was such a fascinating character

# "I always knew you were the stupidest Lannister" damn Cersei that's no way to speak to someone you claim to love

# Jamie not believing how delusional Cersei is

# "Let the Stark Boy and His New Queen Defend The North"

# "I made a promise" Jamie staying true to his oaths

# Jamie trying to talk sense to Cersei but her dismissing him

# Cersei not doing over to win over Jamie by being so condescending

# Jamie being so shocked by Cersei conspiring with Euron whine his back and then accusing Jamie of treason

# "I told you no one walks away from me" damn Cersei and Jamie at a standstill, Cersei willing to kill him making Jamie see Cersei for what he has denied for so long, what she truly is giving him the strength to leave her for good

# Winter is here in Kings Landing, Dany's vision from the house of the undying coming true

# wow Bran is giving Sam a much better explanation what a three eyed raven is than he did to Sansa

# Damn Rhaegar looks so much like Viserys, they were both tall too so where did Dany get her shortness from lol

# omg Jon taking deep breaths and knocking on Dany's door

# damn the looks Jon and Dany give each other, kill me now 😍😍😍

# oh wow, Jon is so gonna consume Dany the minute that door closes 🤤🤤🤤

# I hope Tyrion didn't have a meeting with Dany because I don't think she's gonna make it

# wow I really hate that name, seriously you all did Elia dirty. It's so disrespectful to humiliate Elia by crowning another woman for her beauty, run away for a year after Elia almost died giving birth to a son named Aegon, marry that other woman in Elia's home that I imagine she missed like crazy then proceed to name your son after her son that was just brutality slammed against a wall until his brains ran out. I have nothing against Rhaegar and Lyanna loving each other and marrying but at least they should of ensured Elia could of gone home to Dorne first with her children so she could of been safe from the Mad King and everyone involved in Robert's Rebellion, her family would of protected her. So I really hope Jon stays Jon not Aegon.

# damn this scene omg, they were so eager they didn't even undo their hair 😏😏

# your hand is getting awfully low their Dany 😏😏😏

# Dany teasing Jon with her lips 😏😏making Jon's wolf emerge and sexily flip her not being able to take her teasing

# that ass 😏😏😏

# wow Jon really is a wolf 🐺 with that face lick and that "yeah"

# I'm loving the thrusting, the sexual chemistry omg 🤤🤤🤤

# omg they way they are looking at each other is killing me, so in love not believing the other one is real and that this is really happening 😍😍😍

# those heavy breaths Jon is giving off 😍😍😍 before he consumes her lips

# I love their kisses, they aren't just kissing each other but breathing each other into their souls 😍😍😍

# what a amazing sex scene, I could watch this nonstop for hours, I need more 😝😝

# Tyrion being "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, the political ramifications. I'm gonna get another outburst in the north as the dragon pit which I'm gonna have to try and repair. Now I need some bloody wine"

# The Jonerys Ship is sailing, Literally 🚢

# Sansa admitting she knows Littlefinger did love her, this must of been hard for her whatever Littlefinger was he still was probably the most stable constant person she had in her life since going to Kings Landing

# "Your the strongest person I know" that's better girls

# Sansa and Arya bonding over missing Ned, awww

# omg poor Viserion, looks at all the holes in his wings. He really is dead 😭😭I am not looking forward to Dany's reaction to this next season 😭😭😭

# Please be alive Tormund and Beric 🤞🙏

# Shit's about to get real! No more wall, White Walkers incoming. I wonder if Dany, Jon and Co will get to Winterfell before shit hits the fan or if they'll be rushing to save it in time next season. 🤔🤔

#gots7 #got 7x07 #game of thrones #jonerys #snowstorm #the dragon and the wolf #daenerys targaryen #Jon Snow #Theon greyjoy #team theon greyjoy defense squad #daenerys stormborn #got #jon x daenerys #Dany and Jon

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dorianfiftyshadesof-gray · 7 years

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Commentary: Game of Thrones 7x07 (Finale)

-final ep guys. i may cry, i may not. who know's at this point; i'm already an emotional wreck -this is gonna be the last time we hear this theme for a year rip -sup Greyworm with your thousands of Unsullied -ah fuck, the Lannisters took back Casterly Rock -Jaime's realization: cocks make the world go round -here come the Khalasar screeching their fookin heads off -YAAS EURON BABAEJOY IS BACK!! -oh shit they're already in King's Landing -how to rate a city: how good their brothels are -Cersei looking boss ass and Jaime looking disapproving -Tyrion and Bronn reunion lol yes -Sandor and Brienne reunion omfg -everyone here has at least tried to kill each other once or twice -Podrick reunion with Tyrion aww -Podrick and his magic cock™ -i love the Hound and Brienne bonding over Arya. It seems so right. -talking about Arya like parents. -i'm such a Bronn stan. That dude is amazing -just realized Theon is there. Haha..wait..is Yara still alive!?!? -the Dragonpit looks amazing -where is everyone? I hope Cersei doesn't try another Sept incident -Cersee is here -Goldfinger is here -Fifty Shades of Greyjoy is here -everyone is here -i'm here -Sistershagger spots a Bribri -Blondey spots a Impy -Dickless spots a Babejoy -Doggo spots a Zombie Mountain -CLEGANEBOWL CONFIRMED! -mic drop from the Hound -Brienne: [heart eyes at Jaime intensifies] -Daeny fucking arriving in style -Jonno getting a bit of a hard on -Cersei lv.2 unimpressed -Euron also getting a hard on -we've been preparing for this moment for a long time guys -Euron being my favourite cunt -TheonthePeon and Everyone's favourite character™ rating dwarf jokes -Theon's got his metaphorical balls back -Knows Nothing up for his classic speech. Talking about the fucking Night King, and that he's seen the Army of the Dead blablabla -the Hound's leg day -where is it? where's the soldier? -jump scare manifesto -Cersei is really shitting herself now -Euron's getting the fuck outta there -he still has Yara! -Jonno pledging his love..I mean loyalty for DaKnee -you know shit got real when Brienne of Tarth says "fuck honor and oaths" -don't leave her like that Jaime! -Jonny Snowstorm is gettin to honorable -yesss a real Tyrion and Cersei confrontation. These were my favourite scenes in Season 2 when Dwarfy was Hand of the King -Jaime and Tyrion return once again -are they gonna hug?? -dammit. I wanted some brotherly love -this scene is fucking intense -i'm gonna stay quiet for a bit because this is incredible acting -okay, back to the amazing but not as incredible acting of Jon and Daeny -they're probably gonna fuck by the end of this episode -little bit of flirting going on ooft -Tyrion is back. Listen in for the juicy goss guys -i think Cersei is lying. She's telling a big ole' porky pie -back to this shitty Winterfell storyline. -i hope SanSan and Arry are just playing Littlefinger -come on Sansa. Don't trust him! You're smarter than this!! -already back in Dragonstone I see -*cough* boat sex *cough* -Lord Friendzone is a little bit jealous -Theon is becoming Jon Snow Stan -Alfie Allen is so underrated in this show. His acting is impeccable -beat his ass Theon!! -he just keeps on getting up -when being cockless has its advantages -Theon's back! Say goodbye to Reek yall! -what the fuck are the writers doing!? -why are they making this Sansa and Arya Starkbowl? -YES! IT WAS ALL A PLAY!!!! -THANK FUCKING GOD!! -what a shocking plot twist! -Sansa you beautiful girl! Blessed! -Pedopete you little caught-out weenie -Petey been straight bamboozled -Arya's gonna kill him! -SHE KILLED HIM! -rip Petyr Baelish -Jaime's face when Cersei called him the dumbest Lannister oml -Cersei lied! I knew it! -leave her Jaime -omg is she going to arrest Jaime!? Is she going to kill Jaime!?!? -is Jaime actually leaving her for good? -yes he is!! -is that ash?? -that's snow! -wow, Winter has really come -SAAAMMMM!!! -Sam and Bran! -That's So 3-Eyed Raven: "I remember everything" Samwell Gamgee: "k mate" Emotions Error 404: "I became the 3 eyed raven" Sam the Man: "oooooh" -Bran spilling the beans. Sam's spilling more of the beans. -OH FUCK THE WEDDING! ARE WE GONNA SEE RHEGAR! -THERE HE IS! -awww so cute -oncoming boat sex -Jon is Aegon Targaryen! Daeny is gonna do her nephew who's named after her dad. -oH SHIT THEY'RE ALREADY NAKES AND DOING IT! -this is kinky and incestuous -so there was never Starkbowl.. -nah mate. They're tight. -Arya not looking so psychopathic as usual. -these sisters gotta remain strong for winter -that's an awesome shot -look there's Tormund! -they're here! Ice Zombies are here!! -with their ice zombie dragon -OH SHIT! THE NIGHT KING IS RIDING THE DRAGON!!! -THE WALL IS GONNA BE DESTROYED! -OH MY GOD!!! -HOLY FUCK! -THE. WALL. HAS. COLLAPSED. -that was insane. I cannot wait till next year! Holy shit guys! I'm speechless honestly. The White Walkers seem like such a massive threat now and my brain is buzzing.

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omg you should do a gemma and P heart to heart because P keeps getting so jealous that Harry and the Missus don't know what to do so Gemma decides to pass on her jealous older sister knowledge hahah

Ahh. My heart. Auntie Gem makes my heart warm.

“I’ve got this, okay? Let me have a chat with her. I promise you, I haven’t drunk a lot tonight. I know what I’m doing. S’my second glass. I’ve a busy day tomorrow,” Gemma hums strongly, setting down the wine glass in her hand and allowing Anne to set it further upon the dining table, “I’ve got some advice to share with my little lady. Whether she’ll understand it or not, that’s a different matter. But, our situations are the same,” she smiles towards Harry before taking off to the archway of the kitchen, feet slipping across the kitchen tiles as she takes off towards the stairs. Her footsteps being heard as she walks towards Persephone’s bedroom and slips inside.

“Auntie Gemma,” her niece would whisper.

“Hi, bubba. Hello,” she smiles, sitting down on the pink duvet and looking towards her niece as she sits there with tears in her eyes, “what’s the matter today, hm?”

“Everyone loves the baby more than me, don’t they? They love Alfie more than they love me,” she frowns, picking at a fraying string from her duvet cover, “no one loves me anymore.”

“Don’t be so silly, sweet girl. I still love you,” Gemma gasps, reaching forward and squeezing her hand, “your mummy and daddy adore you to pieces, Pea. Even nana and grandpops love you. And Uncle Michal, too. You’re his favouite little girl,” she laughs softly, running her thumb over Persephone’s knuckles, “you know, I was exactly like this with your daddy. I got very jealous when he was born. When he was a fresh little newborn baby like Alfie. I got upset when our nan and grandad and family friends used to pay more attention to him and I used throw big tantrums because he got ore things I did. I didn’t like him at all and I used to hide in my bedroom until he was asleep.”

“Really?”

Gemma nods, “I was really naughty with him. I didn’t play with him much. I didn’t like him when he was a baby. But, you wan’a know something?” Persephone’s eyes freeze on Gemma as she shuffles upon the bed and leans against the headboard, pulling the tiny girl into her side and holding her under her arm, “I love him more than ever. He’s grown into this wonderful and amazing man. He’s an incredible brother, a great husband to your mummy and he’s an even better daddy to you and Alfie. I’m very proud of him.”

“Will we be like you and daddy?”

Gemma sighs in content, dropping her head to Persephone’s and resting her cheek upon her hair, “definitely. Especially with your daddy around. Alfie needs you more than ever. You’ve got the best job in the world right now; you’re his big sister. You have to protect him and cuddle him when he cries and look after him when he needs someone,” Gemma coos, “me and you, we’re the same, yeah?” xx

#harry talk

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newsbiteswithjennysok · 5 years

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July 17, 2019

1. It was just a few years ago Kathy Griffin was a regularly featured star on Bravo.

From 2005 to 2010, she had her own Emmy-award winning reality series on Bravo, Kathy Griffin: My Lift On The D-List, followed by the eponymous talk show, Kathy, which was cancelled after two seasons in 2013.

Kathy said her talk show may have been perceived as competition for Andy's series, Watch What Happens Live.

'He decides the entire slate at Bravo, and yet he gave himself a talk show that magically gets renewed every year,' she said.

'So you know, I had a talk show at Bravo for two years, and then it got cancelled and I thought, "Yeah I'm sure in a way it's competition for Andy." He has not been very kind.'

Andy, for his part, has accepted the demise of the friendship.

'I've kind of moved on,' Andy told The Hollywood Reporter in 2018 of Kathy. 'She seems to hate my guts very strongly. And you know what, that's her prerogative. Everybody can have someone they hate. If I'm that person for her, so be it.'

2. Reality star Anfisa Nava of 90 Day Fiance fame has responded to body shamers after she shared a picture of the muscles she gained while training for a bikini competition.

Anfisa experienced a personal victory by competing and winning her first bikini competition last week in Las Vegas, Nevada, and decided to share what her body was looking like after following the event.

But a picture showing the woman flexing sparked hateful comments from people saying she no longer looked feminine due to the muscle she gained for the competition.

These body-shaming comments did not go unnoticed by the reality star, and she decided to address them in another Instagram post.

'They say "Muscles make you look manly"...I personally have never felt more feminine and happy than I do now,' Anfisa wrote while sharing two pictures of herself showing off her figure.

She continued: 'It's all about how you feel on the inside and not what you look like on the outside. All shapes and sizes can be beautiful as long as you live in harmony with yourself.'

3. Awkwafina brings her Grandma on the Today Show revealing she was raised by her since age 4 when her mother had passed. The New Yorker was smiled as she posed with Grandma Fina.

They were then joined by fellow host Willie Geist, who brought flowers for Grandma.

He said he wanted to meet the matriarch during his interview with Awkwafina.

She told hosts Savannah Guthrie and Jenna Bush Hager that she was raised by her own grandmother.

Awkwafina stars in Lulu Wang's The Farewell as Billi, a young Asian-American woman who returns with her family to China under the guise of a wedding.

The real purpose of the trip is to enjoy some last moments with her dying grandmother, who's the only one that doesn't know she's dying.

The actress is receiving critical acclaim for her latest role, which she spoke about on The Today Show.

4. Universal pictures dropped a first look at Cats The Movie on Wednesday, two days before the official trailer airs.

In the behind-the-scenes clip, Taylor Swift danced with Idris Elba as they joined the Cats' A-list cast including; James Corden, Jennifer Hudson and Rebel Wilson for rehearsals of the film adaptation of musical.

Dame Judi Dench, Jason Derulo and Sir Ian McKellen also featured in the teaser, which transforms Andrew Lloyd Webber's record-shattering show into a breakthrough cinematic event, which will be released on December 20.

5. Viewers took to Twitter to reveal they had no idea that Alfie Allen's sister was Lily Allen, the esteemed songstress, 34, however things came to light when she congratulated him on his nod for Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Drama Series.

The actor, 32, who plays Theon Greyjoy in the fantasy series, was the subject of Lily's 2006 song Alfie from her debut album Alright, Still, in which she branded her sibling a drug-taking waster - much to fans joy following his huge success.

When Lily burst on to the music scene in 2006, her cheeky tracks and playful lyrics saw her climb the charts - with Alfie being a stand-out song.

Clearly not foreseeing his future fame, Lily sang about his 'smoking weed', while also belting out 'I just can't sit back and watch you waste your life away'.

Following the announcement of his Emmy nod, Lily took to Instagram to pen: 'My baby f**king brother is nominated for an Emmy. No one deserves it more. I am so f**king proud of him, even without an Emmy nom...

'But OMG he has an Emmy nom. Go Alf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' She then shared a video while crying and also of the goosebumps on her arm after hearing the news.

As well as Lily's excitement, Alfie could not contain his joy. He said: 'I wasn’t expecting [the nomination], it’s incredible...

'There are a lot of actors I admire in that category, just to be there is amazing, just came home now with my dog and letting it sink in. It’s just an honor, man, it’s just amazing.'

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Can I ask for a request? Alfie had to give up the reader because hes facing a powerful and dangerous enemy but he doesnt tell the reader. She ends up dating tommy (who doesn't know about her past with alfie) and on their wedding day Alfie shows up. Idk what happens next lol but I just would love to read about tension and emotions and alfie just like being vulnerable. Thank you 💜💜💜

Omg so your new Alfie fic is amazing! I've never requested anything before or made a suggestion but I wanted to suggest that maybe (if you want), can you include a part where the main OC does end up getting hurt and she's possibly pregnant (maybe loses it) with Alfies child and he doesnt know but then he finds out?! Whether she gets hurt bc of Tommy or Alfie it's up to you but I'd like to read that

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Requested by: @fuckitsharam & @stylingco

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The sun in the sky shone down brightly on the occupants of the garden. You stood on the porch, hand resting on the skin above your eyebrows as you watched your little girl run throughout the yard. Shielding the bright rays of sun from hitting you directly in the eyes, a small smile graced your lips. It was spring. The air wasn’t exactly hot, but it wasn’t cold either. The hours of daylight increased now and the flowers were beginning to bloom. The trees were growing back their lively leafs, previously shed in the fall and winter. It was beautiful. Your daughter was the most adventurous and lively kid that you’d ever known. “Come on, Ophelia, daddy’s expecting us!” It was her third birthday. The plastic crown that sat atop her messy curly head of hair bobbed lightly but didn’t fall. The little combs on the end were buried in her precious locks, clinging to her securely as she ran around the grass. Her small feet, coated in mud and dirt, clambered up the short steps toward you. “We’re gonna go see daddy?” The child chirped, eyes bright. “Yes, angel, but we need to get some shoes on.”

Your lengthy nails brushed along the soft skin of her forehead, tucking her baby hairs away and beneath the silver tiara. “Come on, then, beautiful.” The door to the house opened with a quiet creak and the two of you piled inside. Cyril lifted his head in question, big brown eyes studying you before you scratched the top of his head and assured him that you and Ophelia would be home soon WITH Alfie. You pinched the puffy pink coat that hung beside the door. Opening it, you moved up behind Ophelia, warm eyes drifting along your little girl as she smoothly slipped her small arms into the arm holes. Settling the fabric on her shoulders, you leaned in and kissed her forehead, careful not to knock off her little diadem. The child wasted absolutely no time before she leaned up on her tiptoes, trying to grip the doorknob. “Hang on, my little angel, we have to get your shoes!” You moved down the hall to retrieve her grey boots, head spinning as you briefly paused. The never-ending worry hit you again. This was the third time today. Alfie had missed Ophelia’s birthday twice now. Her first birthday was spent, just the two of you, curled up in the kitchen as she ate the cake on the center of the table with nothing but her greedy hands. You’d given her a bath and a new toy and then she’d gone to bed. Alfie hadn’t come home until the following morning, apologetic as always. He made a promise to be there for her second birthday, but when you were once again left alone in the empty park, you’d stared down at your little girl. She played carelessly, oblivious to the lack of her father’s presence. He was hardly ever around anyway. You glanced over your shoulder. “Mommy, come on!” The girl pleaded, her little voice whiny and loud. Your shoulders hunched defeatedly. You couldn’t take her to the distillery, not until she was old enough to understand what to touch and what not to touch. Your hands found the bones of your hips, head tipping back as you let out a loud sigh. Alfie would be here. He swore.

Your boots tapped the floor softly as you retrieved her shoes from the closet before you made your way back toward the front door where Ophelia was impatiently waiting. “Daffodil, how about mommy takes you to the little toy store up the road and you can buy anything you want?” You offered, crouching down in front of her as you spoke. Her innocent eyes shone brightly with curiosity before she pursed her lips in thought. “What about daddy? Is he gonna come too?” Your head shook lightly. “I don’t think so, peach, but he’ll be here tonight for cake and ice cream. He promised, didnt he?” Ophelia nodded, lifting her feet one by one so you could slip her white socks on to her feet and then help her into her boots. “There we are.” You smiled widely before rising. The child zipped up her coat before pointing to the door, cheeks tinting red the second you pulled the door open and the icy air kissed her skin. “Hold my hand.” You instructed. She obeyed instantly. Her hand fit snugly in your bigger one, little boots hitting the ground audibly as she skipped alongside you, singing a quiet rhyme. The toy shop wasn’t far, so even if Alfie did decide to come home, which you doubted he would, it would be impossible for you to miss him.

The metal door opened quietly, little bell dinging to alert the women behind the counter that they had customers. The redhead pushed her hair out of her face before greeting you and your daughter. “Hello, are you looking for anything particular?” She inquired, moving around the counter. Her high-heels clicked against the floor audibly, tapping against the tile as she approached the two of you. “Oh, no, it’s my little girl’s birthday,” you pointed out softly. “She’s going to pick out anything she wants.” You told the woman before leading your little girl toward the toys, thanking the woman quietly. Along the shelves, stuffed animals and dolls decorated the walls. There were various types of things for her to play with. “Anything you want, my love.” The bouncy girl ran her small fingers along the soft toys before slowly lifting a little bear. “This looks like daddy.” The girl pointed out, wiggling the toy for you to see. Your arms folded over your chest, smile visible as your lips turned upward. “Daddy’s not that cute.” You smiled lazily before squatting down in front of her. “You’re such an easy girl.” You mumbled before kissing her head, knowing she wouldn’t have picked up the bear if it wasn’t what she wanted. Your small fingers curled around the teddy’s arm before you stood and moved toward the counter to pay.

Alfie was sat in his office, hands folded behind his head as he slumped back against his seat, eyes rolling as Ollie told him of all the issues they’d encountered this week. Yes. For the third time, it had slipped his mind that it was Ophelia’s birthday. He couldn’t help it. The second he came into the distillery, he was bombarded with work. He never had a second to himself anymore. These last three years were hectic, he hardly even got to see you. His large palm slid along the length of his face, tiredly rubbing it down. “Look, mate, yeah, I just want to get this shit fucking settled, right, so I, yeah, can fucking go home before it’s time for the sun to rise.” His eyes were growing heavier overtime. He had gotten little to no sleep this week and what little he had, he couldn’t savor. He missed you. More than he could put into words. The second you and Alfie had been together officially, he’d made you his wife. Life had been more than amazing. He hadn’t pushed you away or kept little secrets from you. Business was important and it was necessary, but you were more important and he shared every little detail of work with you. No more lies and no more splitting up. The man stood as Ollie continued to ramble on. “Right, Ollie, the sun’s come and gone, mate, which means it’s fucking time for bed, innit. My wife’s probably all tucked away, ready to sleep, and my little girl-“ he froze on the spot. The guilt that gripped his heart made him feel faint. “Fuckin’ hell.” The man, angry, strode toward the door to retrieve his coat. He yanked the fabric on his broad body, not bothering to give his right-hand any form of explanation. He set off down the stairs and along the corridor, boots thudding noisily, alerting everyone of his presence. His cane tapped quietly along the ground, a significant contrast to the absolute hollow sound his boots created. Men halted at their work stations, each one assuming something was wrong, but they’d never guessed Alfie was beating himself up because once again, he would miss Ophelia’s birthday.

The cold night air was a whisper against his skin, brushing over his warm flesh, accompanying him on his journey home. He hadn’t picked up a gift for his little girl and at this late hour, he knew that no shop would be open. The man brushed his hair back and out of his face as it messily stuck out in this direction and that. He knew you’d definitely gotten the child a gift and cake, so he could at least pretend like he’d taken some part in that, but he knew you’d be upset with him. The lights on the porch twinkled when the little house came into view. He could see a set of balloons tied around the bannister, a proud annunciation to the neighborhood that your little girl was growing up. Alfie slowed his pace, taking his time to study the exterior of the home before he entered. He knew he was in for a long talking to and he also knew he deserved it. He’d been late. Again. For his babygirl’s birthday. The door opened quietly, but closed a little louder. Alfie drew off his heavy coat before draping it over the back of the sofa. His large hand wiggled between the skin of his neck and the collar of the shirt he wore, loosening it smoothly. On the table in the living room, crumbs from the strawberry cake you’d made stained the surface. There was no sign of life in the room, so he assumed you must’ve had dinner, cake, presents, and were now relaxing somewhere — or sleeping. The ticking clock in the corner grasped the man’s attention and when he gave it a lingering look, he sighed breathily. It was late.

Ophelia was wrapped up beneath her pink blanket. Her hair was braided neatly, draping over her shoulders as she clung on to her daddy bear. The teddy resembled a real life bear, but was as soft and as cuddly as a brown, fake looking stuffed animal. One leg was buried beneath her duvet and the other hung off the edge of the bed, movement-less. She was passed out. Alfie poked his head into the birthday girl’s room, studying her features as she lounged on her flower patterned bed. Her lips were sticky and she had little bits of icing glued to the corners of her mouth. Alfie let a smug smile cross over his lips before you, smoothly and unexpectedly, dipped in front of him and caught him off guard. “Welcome home.” Your hands pressed to his chest. You knew Alfie would go into Ophelia’s room and wake the pretty little girl if you didn’t stop him. He had no recognition of ‘she needed this many hours of sleep’ and the fact that she had a bed time. “She’s just gone to bed, she’s been hyper all night because of the cake.” Your voice was low. A mere whisper. Alfie had to strain his ears to hear what you were saying, but once he had, he straightened defensively before lowering his eyes to the floor so he could eye his boots. “I’m late again.” He sighed before shrinking back and retreating to the living room. You closed Ophelia’s door with a gentle sigh before following after the man. “Yeah.. we noticed.” The man lowered himself down on the sofa, feet kicking up to rest on the coffee table as he rubbed down his face, breaths heavy. He was exhausted and really could’ve gone to sleep right then, but he wasn’t a complete fool. He knew he needed to talk to you. “When I became Mrs. Solomons.. and I left Tommy to be with you.. and I made the decision that I’d trust you’d put me and your daughter before work, was I wrong to do all of that?” Alfie’s hand fell away from his face and instead dropped to the cushion that he was sat on. Picking at the loose strings, the man fixed you with a pained look before standing. “Don’t say stuff like that, Y/N. I’m doing my fucking best here, ain’t I?” You scoffed lowly. “If this is your fucking best, then I’d like to get a divorce. Good god, Alfie, Ophelia hasn’t seen you in days and I’ve hardly seen you! What do you think that does to us?” Alfie’s brows furrowed and his stare hardened. “To you? Right, what do you think it fucking does to me, yeah? I’m missing my little girl grow up, right, and I don’t even get to fucking spend a fucking day with my wife anymore, yeah, it’s fucking killing me too, innit!” Your eyes watered as he spoke, jaw clenching. “Stop shouting or you’ll wake her.” The man sighed heavily, arms folding across his chest stubbornly. He hated being told what to do. “It’s your job, Alfie. You’re the boss. You can leave when you want and don’t lie to me and say you can’t because you use to leave work all the time before the day had hardly even started just so you could be with me.” You lifted your hand to wipe away at the tears that tried to spill from your tired eyes. Alfie sighed heavily, studying your features before he licked his lips and spoke again. “It’s harder now, pet. I’ve got a lot more to do. A lot more things need my attention.” You let out a defeated sigh. Your small hand curled around the blanket on the sofa. “Yeah, well, your wife and daughter need attention as well.” With that, you turned on your heel. Alfie expected to hear your feet, hitting the stairs softly as you went to the bedroom the pair of you shared, but when your footsteps never came, he craned his neck and realized you were going to sleep in the guest room.

An uncomfortable twitch of sadness held his heart. He didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t as if he’d lose his job if he didn’t show up, but he was sure he’d lose his family if he didn’t spend more time with them. His hand scratched the back of his head, nails pushing through his messy hair before he stood and moved toward the phone. Calling Ollie, he pressed his shoulder against the wall, the sole of his boot rubbed absentmindedly against the recently cleaned floor. “Right, lad, I’m not going to be coming in for the week, yeah, I’m needed at home.” His voice was soft, ears ignorant of Ollie’s worried shouts. “You can handle it, lad, yeah. If anything’s too fucking much, you just send whatever it is on over to my fucking house, right. No people, only papers explaining the issue, right, or just fucking call me. I’ll see you- yeah, Ollie, right, I fucking know that, alright, yeah, bye.” Hanging the black phone back on the wall, Alfie pushed his hands through his hair once more before heading toward the guest room. He could only assume Cyril, as usual, was asleep beneath Ophelia’s bed, snoozing away, but ready to wake up in an instant and protect her.

Alfie removed his shoes, laying them on the hard brick beside the fireplace. His eyes slid around the room. He’d contemplated just leaving you be and letting you sleep, but the man had been deprived of you for too long and needed to be held tonight. His bare-feet scuffed softly against the carpet as he made his way toward the room you were in. His shoulders were hunched and there was a little limp in his step. His knuckles hit the door quietly, but he waited for no response before he pushed the door open and entered. “Pet?” Your hot tears stuck to your cheeks and stained the pillow you laid on. You didn’t move from your spot, eyes closed tightly as you desperately tried to hide the fact that you’d been crying. You held your breath, refusing to let your body shake as a silent sob escaped. Alfie, not really caring if you’d already gone to bed, began to pull off his shirt and then rid of his trousers. Your skin had goosebumps already, just from waiting. Waiting for him to climb into bed and embrace you like he always did, no matter how angry or upset you were. His arm looped around your waist, dragging your little body backwards and into his own. The movement elicited a breath from you finally and it was then that he leaned over to peer at your face. The moonlight illuminated your worn features, so broken and hurt. You could tell he was sorry by the way he stared down at you, regret shining visibly in his eyes. “Please don’t cry..” He whispered softly. “I know I’m doing a horrid job at this, but I’ll do better.”

Alfie, in truth, was the best father you’d ever seen. Though he was, a lot of the time, very busy at work, he was his daughter’s best friend. She lit up like a star when he came home, beaming and bright. He spent all night playing with her, doing whatever the hell she wanted until she’d lay on his chest and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. Alfie spoiled her and she was definitely a daddy’s girl. You were more of the disciplinary one, but Alfie always backed you up. “I can’t do this anymore with you, Alfie. I need you at home.” The man nodded softly, lifting his hand so he could brush away the tears that killed him to see. “Right, pet, im taking off a week at work, yeah, see how that goes, and then I’ll see what I can do to be home more, won’t I?” Your head nodded gently before you rolled on to your side and wiggled so he was spooning you. Your hand curled around his much larger one, dragging it around you tightly. He possessed a strength that you were very aware of and sometimes, when he’d really missed you, he’d squeeze the hell out of you while he slept and you’d have to slap his arm to wake him. “Please don’t try and squeeze me to death tonight.” You mumbled sleepily, but a little smile pulled at your lips. Alfie couldn’t help the involuntary breath of amusement that left his lips. Kissing your cheek softly, he nodded. “I’ll do my absolute best to control myself.” Your smile widened. “I love you, Alfie.” You turned your neck, gazing at him with the love and adoration that you held only for him. “I love you too, Y/N.” He mumbled quietly, lips moving to yours for just a few seconds.

When the kiss reached its natural end, neither of you distanced from the other. You instead embraced him, hiding your face in the cool skin of his prickly neck. It didn’t bother you. The little hairs that occasionally stabbed the sensitive skin of your face, they simply made you smile, sometimes playfully wince. Alfie always offered to shave, but you’d always whimper and plead for him not to. He looked so good with his beard and stubble. You couldn’t bear to part with it and you knew he wouldn’t want to either. Your eyes grew heavier and heavier as he held you. It felt so good to actually go to sleep with Alfie opposed to you waking up in his arms, just as he was pulling away to head to work. Within a few minutes, sleep took over and you were out like a light, alongside your husband who was beginning to snore like a grizzly bear. You were so use to it at this point though, the noise brought you comfort. He was here.

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Ophelia stood at the foot of your bed, hands curled in the ends of the grey duvet as she loosely tugged on the fabric to wake you and her slumbering daddy. The pair of you began to grumble sleepily, refusing to wake instantly. You rolled to the side, burying your face further into the pillow as you tried desperately to cling on to the sleep that was slipping away. The mattress groaned audibly as the little girl lifted herself up and on to the foot of the bed. Her knees sunk into the fabric, small hands balancing on the back of your thigh and Alfie’s knee as she crawled along your bodies. “Please wake up.” She pouted, small fingers curling in the duvet. Your eyes droopily opened at her words, studying her innocent expression. “Alfie.” You mumbled sleepily before nudging him with your cold foot. The ice-like feel of your toes made the man growl. He was awake. He just tried to do the same as you and go back to sleep. His blue eyes slid open, blurry from sleep. Little crusts from his slumber rested in the corners of his eyes, but he smoothly wiped them away before sitting up. “Why are you up so early, little one?” The man’s large arms curled around the beauty before he lowered himself back down, pulling Ophelia with him. The room was quiet opposed to their soft voices, responding to each other smoothly, quietly, afraid to wake you. Though, you hadn’t gone back to sleep. Lifting your head, your messy hair draped over Alfie’s shoulder as you leaned against his back to peer over him and down at the little girl that was laid in front of him. “Its 9 in the morning, daddy, it’s not even early!” The child exclaimed, her long lashes fluttering before she lifted her hand to pull lazily at her father’s beard. “Fucking hell, is it that late already?” He was already sitting up again when you spoke. “Language, Alfie.” You mumbled before rolling toward your baby as Alfie slid off the bed. “Right, come on, let’s not spend our day in bed, let’s go downstairs and have some breakfast.”

You leaned up slightly, the sleeve of your nightgown rolling down and off of your shoulder. You fixed it smoothly, small fingers dragging the lace back up and into its proper position. “All we’ve got is cereal, darling.” You told the man as you followed him out of bed. Ophelia scrambled toward her father and he, with open arms, easily hoisted her up and on to his hips. She clung to him like a baby and you smiled fondly. Initially you’d thought you’d be jealous if you weren’t the favorite parent, but in this case, since Ophelia hardly ever saw Alfie, you couldn’t blame her for being so attached to him. You slipped on your blue slippers before grabbing the yellow robe off of the hook in the corner. The silky fabric wrapped around you snugly, tied in a little bow at the front on your belly. Alfie led the pair of you downstairs and to the kitchen where Cyril was waiting hungrily. A low growl escaped the animals belly and then a quiet whine. The dog food was kept tucked away in a high cabinet because Cyril had a tendency to find the food and dump it out all over the floor, devouring as much of it as he could— to the point where he was left with a bellyache.

Alfie removed three bowls from the cupboard, after feeding the mastiff, each one carefully painted a permanent pink. The pattern on the sides of the bowls was a matching set which was what you’d always wanted and he’d purchased the kitchenware for you for your birthday. His soft eyes flickered to you as you began to fill each bowl to the brim with whatever oats were in the last cereal box. Alfie didn’t like milk on his cereal. He preferred to just eat it with his fingers like a cookie. You loved to bathe your food in milk, bowl nearly overflowing from how much contents were jam-packed in the round glass. Ophelia liked only a little milk, not a drop or two, but maybe the size of two shot glasses. The milk didn’t even fill half of the bowl, but at least she liked to have a little bit. The little girl was knelt up on her chair, hunched over the table as she watched you finish up with the milk. Alfie slid her bowl toward her before offering her a little wooden spoon. She took it gratefully, beaming up at her father before she eagerly began to dig into the breakfast. You ate much slower, though you hated how soggy your meal ended up being, you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to make yourself sick from eating to quickly. Your eyes moved to Alfie. He had no patience. His beard was crumb infested within seconds, but he’d use his palm to try and wipe away the messy food. It really wasn’t the food that was messy, it was just Alfie.

Breakfast went by peacefully and you told yourself silently that if had there been another little baby, situated beside Ophelia, things would not be running as smoothly. Luckily, you looked down at your belly, it was as empty as ever. For now. Your eyes lifted to Alfie. Maybe one day, when things weren’t so chaotic and you had time to actually sleep with your husband, then you could discuss having another baby. You stood, gathering the empty dishes so you could clean each one. Ophelia looked to her father, watching as the man lifted his glasses on to his face and began to read over the little notes on the table. Mental reminders he was writing down so he knew what needed to be taken care of when he returned back to work. “Daddy?” Ophelia spoke softly. The large man, furrowed brows and hardened stare, lifted his eyes to his little girl, features instantly softening now that he was focused on her opposed to work. The little girl pushed her fringe out of her eyes before inhaling deeply. “Are you gonna be home more?” She asked quietly. Her big green eyes were wide and the hope that danced vibrantly in them was hard to miss. “Yes, Love, as much as I fu- can be, yeah? I miss you too much when I’m away at work, don’t I?” Ophelia cracked a slow smile before leaping down off of her seat and moving around the wooden table so she could instead perch herself up on Alfie’s lap. The man held her close, absentmindedly pushing her hair out of her face as she stared up at him. She was the spitting image of you.

The cloth on the counter was used to dry off your hands after you’d tucked each dish away. Turning on your heel, you dropped down beside the two of them, eyes shimmering as they moved between your handsome husband and darling girl. “Yes, Daddy is going to be around a lot more often. I’m going to make sure of it.” Alfie’s eyes slipped to you when you spoke, a slow smirk pulling at his full lips. “We’ll see.” He whispered teasingly before leaning back in his chair. “We will see.” He muttered again, arms tightening lightly around his angel.

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The remainder of the day was spent lounging in the living room. Your bare feet slid along the carpet as you danced goofily for your family. The laughter that echoed around the room was joy to your ears. Ophelia was having the most amazing time and you were grateful. Just having Alfie here seemed to brighten her mood significantly. Alfie didn’t partake in the silly dancing, he simply lounged on the sofa, chuckling loudly as your body twisted and turned and your daughter’s tried to follow. He could’ve been at work, head buried in his hands as the weight of work resided on his shoulders, but he’d much rather be here, watching you make an absolute fool of yourself.

You were his fool.

Wednesday was spent lounging in the sun in the backyard. Ophelia had an addiction to the outdoors, always happiest when her sun-kissed skin was darkening beneath the rays. She’d chase the butterflies and play in the water that sprayed from the hose. She was muddy and soaked, but beaming. You’d spent the entirety of the day, laying on Alfie’s chest as the two of you watched over Ophelia protectively. Alfie refused to ever take his eyes away from her, even when you’d leaned in for a little kiss. He couldn’t risk it. Children were taken in the blink of an eye and he’d be damned if he ever let anything happen to his child. She was entirely too good for this world. And entirely too good from him. He knew that.

Thursday was the quickest day. Alfie had taken Ophelia to the park so she could play for a few hours and although they had begged you to come along, you just weren’t feeling too great. Your small hand pushed through your hair, continuing to clean the constantly filthy house. It didn’t bother you, letting them go out for some father, daughter time. No. They deserved it. Alfie, you knew, would push Ophelia on the swings, keeping a close eye on anybody who dared play to close. He didn’t care if it was a child, he didn’t let anybody approach his angel. You tried to explain to him that social interaction was good for her. It was good for her to talk to her peers at such a young age, but he wasn’t having any of it. “She can talk to them when she’s not living under my roof.” He’d dramatically told you that night. You’d scoffed at his words and had easily pushed them to the back of your mind. That wasn’t rational thinking.

On the weekends, Ophelia had a little group called ‘The Little Ducklings’ that she attended. The class helped teach children about growing up. It was basically a daycare, but it didn’t have the ridiculous prices nor did it have teachers who only cared about the money. These women were taking amazing care of your little Ophelia. She babbled all evening when she returned home about everything she’d learned. That being said, while Ophelia was away, learning her abc’s, colors, and numbers, you were learning too, trapped beneath your husband, bodies joined in the most physical and passionate way possible as he taught you some of the ‘new moves’ he’d been daydreaming about. He left you breathless and writhing for more. The passion in this relationship was never-ending. The man seemed to have no off switch. He was always ready for you. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t always ready for him.

The week came and went entirely too fast. One minute you’re extremely grateful that Alfie had made the wise decision to stay home from work and spend time with his family, but the next thing you knew, the calendar read Monday again and it was time to bid the man goodbye. His warm lips pressed to yours, hands gliding along your arms before he cradled your hands in his own. “Things will change, pet, yeah, I fucking promise you that, I can’t fucking stand, right, being away from you for so long. I’ll handle everything today, right, I fucking will.” He’d given you several kisses that day before he’d left and then he’d given ophelia double. You couldn’t admit to anyone but yourself that you were jealous your daughter had received more kisses than you, but the thought still made you smile. You wouldn’t trade anything in the world for your family. They were one of a kind. The light in the fireplace was beginning to die that evening, it’s orange embers fading as the light began to give out. Ophelia was fast asleep on your chest, mouth partially opened and eyes heavy as she nuzzled into you. Alfie would be home soon, you were sure of it. He would keep his word and things would get better from here. After-all, you had married one of the most amazing men in the world. Your head rolled back, eyes meeting the ceiling. Alfie Solomons would keep his word and he would be home every night before it was too late. Your eyes flickered to your wedding ring. No matter how many fights or how many disagreements the two of you had, Alfie was your forever and you’d never be without him. Your eyes moved to Ophelia. And neither would she.

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It had been 93 days since you had seen Alfie. 93 days since he had broken your heart. 93 days that you spent wishing things had gone different.

It was a Friday evening in late December. The snow outside was falling gradually from the starry night sky. It was so enchanting to watch the white ice coat the grey streets from the inside of your home, eyes glued to the window. Your new beau had gone out to get some wine to enjoy for the night. Christmas was a week away and regardless of the fact that the two of you had only been together for a few months, he insisted that you spend the evenings together, talking endlessly about anything and everything. You pulled the blanket around your shoulders more securely, soaking in every ounce of warmth from the brown fabric. The door opened and a burst of cold air rushed in through the gap, flooding the decorated house with the overly chilly wind. The black haired, blue eyed fellow made his way into your small home. In his hands, he held a bottle of wine, a little wrapped box and a cute ornament to hang on the tree in the corner. You straightened on the sofa at the sight of him before quickly scrambling from your position to help him with the items so that he didn’t drop anything, especially the wine. “Thomas, you’re holding too much.” You warned lightheartedly. Taking the bottle away from the man, you smiled down at the brand before setting it on the table. “I walked all the way here, didn’t I?” A smirk tugged at his lips. “My shirt looks good on you.�� Tommy spoke gruffly, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your head when he brushed past you. His fingers pressed lightly into your hip, studying your body for a few seconds. His shirt fell to your upper thighs, the front unbuttoned slightly. It fit you nicely. Alfie’s fit nicer. You opened the top drawer and drew out the wine opener. Setting the sharp top against the cork, you stuck the sharp end into the center, and twisted the handle. You wouldn’t be having any of the alcohol, but you were more than happy to pour a glass for Thomas. The red liquid flowed from the top and filled the glass up to the rim. You handed the chalice to the man with a soft smile before lowering your hand to your slightly swollen belly. Your thin form meant you were showing earlier than he had typically seen. His sister Ada, and his brother’s wife Esme, hadn’t shown until later on in their pregnancies, but you were glowing magnificently and the rounded tummy was rather visible if you looked hard enough. It resembled a bloated tummy. Tommy stood in the corner of the room. Lighting a cigarette, he took a small sip of the red wine before stepping closer to you as he inhaled the cancerous smoke. This was quite strange to you. Tommy seemed to be more than happy to help you out with the pregnancy, even though it wasn’t his baby that was growing in your belly. This child, in fact, belonged to Alfie Solomons.

You sat down at the table, picking a grape off of the stems in the bowl. Pushing it past your lips, you slumped back against the seat and smiled slowly at the gentleman as he offered to make you some soup. “It’s alright, tommy. I’m not that hungry. Everything I eat, it comes right back up anyway.” The man nodded in understanding before taking another drag of his cigarette and exhaling slowly. He took a seat beside you, fingertips tapping the top of the table lazily. “You still haven’t told me who the father is.” He pointed out, using his pinky to usher to your stomach. You licked your lips, heavy eyes moving to his. “It doesn’t matter who’s it is. You’ll be more of a father to the baby than the actual dad. He doesn’t care.” You shrugged your shoulders lightly. Alfie probably would care, but you didn’t have the guts to go and face him. You’d gone by the distillery 5 times in the last week in hopes to find some sort of courage to tell Alfie the truth, but it never came. “I want to tell him first, Thomas, and then you can know, okay?” The man was still, studying you. “Do you still.. love this other man?” He asked. He wasn’t afraid of your answer. If you said yes than that was okay. If you said no, even better. “I think a part of me will always love him.” You muttered hurtfully. “But a larger part of me hates him.” Your back pressed even firmer into the back of the seat, effectively popping it. You’d never told so many lies in one day. “I have to go to Camden Town tomorrow, my mother needs my help, but I’ll be back in right after that.” Your hand outstretched toward the man, fingers delicately gliding along his smooth cheek. “So you’d better make the most of tonight, Mr. Shelby.” Tommy leaned in to you almost instantly. He’d never felt so weak to a woman before. You hated that you subconsciously compared him and every single one of his actions to Alfie. For example, when he would kiss you, he tasted like smoke and alcohol, whereas Alfie always tasted like a holiday and home. He tasted sweet, like a dessert and he was so addicting. Alfie would’ve lifted you up and off of the chair by now so he could hold you on his sturdy hips. Tommy leaned over you, hand gripping the back of the chair, whilst his other rested on your cheek. Tommy kissed you slowly, passion-filled, yes, but so very slowly. His tongue was rather coy in comparison to Alfie’s feverish one. You weren’t sure which kiss you preferred. A slow and considerably modest kiss or a desperate, needy, love coated kiss. Probably the latter. Anything Alfie related.. you’d always prefer. Tommy finally drew you out of your thoughts when he moved his hand to your waist and pulled you gently up from the seat. He guided you blindly toward the bedroom and suddenly your mind went blank. You couldn’t think of Alfie. Sex was no comparison. It felt good with Tommy, but it was incredible with the bearded man in Camden Town. Perhaps he’d refresh your memory when you went by to tell him you were pregnant tomorrow. Courage or no courage, he deserved to know.

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Alfie was sat in his living room. His blue eyes were as ignited as the flames that roared to life in the fireplace. Alfie slumped back against the sofa and let his head roll back. His eyes were fixated on the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. If he focused hard enough, he could slip away from reality and picture you here with him.

“Get off your ass.” Your sharp giggle filled the room. “I know you’ve been at work all day, but can’t you find the energy to come and give me a kiss before you settle down?” Your shoulder pressed against the doorway, eyes latched on to Alfie. Course, you weren’t really there. Alfie’s head rolled to the side and he could vividly see your curls hanging down by your shoulders, arms crossed over your chest as you eyed him seriously. “I’m waiting, Mr. Solomons.” It didn’t take Alfie long before he was on his feet and striding across the carpet toward you. You, a figment of his imagination, felt so real in his brawny arms. He pressed his soft lips to yours happily, eager to feel your mouth move against his own. It had been so long. You lifted your small hands and fisted them in his hair, holding him flush against your frail form, ensuring he couldn’t get away from you, not that he would even attempt to. Alfie Solomons would just have to suffocate, unless you did first, because you weren’t breaking the kiss until one of you were unconscious from the liplock. Alfie hadn’t got a word in. His apology was unheard. His explanation existed only in his mind.

Cyril’s rough bark filled the room, drawing Alfie out of his thoughts. The colossal man stood in the center of the living room now, hands hovering in mid-air where imaginary you had just been standing. “Cyril!” Alfie shouted loudly, instantly silencing the animal who was no doubt riled up because of a bird hovering outside the window. “Lay down.” He ordered the mutt, who instantly obeyed. Cyril let out a soft whine, head resting on his paws as he stared at the door. Alfie, paying no mind to the dog, rubbed down his face and began to pace his living room. The daydream was gone. He was left to ponder reality. To his knowledge, you hadn’t once come to visit him. He didn’t blame you. He knew he should be happy that his plan of hurting you had worked, but he was just filled with guilt. The only woman he had ever loved was— Alfie was pulled from his thoughts again. Assuming it was the dog, he turned sharply on his heel to throw an insult toward the innocent animal before he froze. A loud knock filled the living room again and Alfie’s features hardened. Looking to the ticking clock in the corner, his heavy brows pulled together into a hard stare. Who the hell was coming to his house this late at night? You shivered on the porch, breathing heavily into your palms to warm yourself up. You could hear the bottoms of Alfie’s feet hit the floorboards powerfully with every step he took. The door opened wide and you both stood there in shock. You, surprised and embrassed. He was so handsome, towering over you with a look of surprise. Alfie was wide-eyed and beyond dumbfounded. He eyed you intently, taking in every little detail of your unforgettable face. “Y/N.” He whispered softly. You stood on the porch, staring up at him with unashamed emotion. You let it visibly show how strong your feelings for him still were, but you didn’t act on them. “Could I.. come inside?” You asked the man quietly. There was a quiver in your voice and you weren’t sure if it was caused by the nerves in your belly or the cold that bit angrily at your skin. You were sure it was from both. Alfie’s cheeks turned a dark shade of pink, instantly stepping out of the way so that you could come inside. “Cyril.” He warned as the dog jumped up excitedly. “Alfie.” You warned right back. “Let him say hello.” Frowning at the change in the man, you moved toward the large dog. Leaning over, your small hands traced his brown fur, ruffling it. “Hey, big guy.” You cooed, smiling when he licked at your arms. “Yes, yes, I know, I missed you too.” You giggled softly before kissing his ear and straightening. “Did you come around to see Cyril or was there something else you needed to say?” You gently brushed Cyril off of you before turning to face Alfie with a look of confusion. “What the hell has gotten into you, Alfie? You’ve turned into such an ass.” Staring at the man with pain now dancing around with the love in your gaze, you pulled your coat off of your body.

He didn’t notice your belly. “I’m just curious to know why you’re here.” He grunted before moving past you so he could sit down at the table. You stepped smoothly in front of him, chest skimming his lightly as you looked up at the much taller bloke. “To talk.” You told him softly, small hand pressing lightly to his chest to urge him to stay in place. “What the hell are you doing out so late?” He hissed. “I had errands to run and thought this was the best time to come by and see you. When you’re at work, the guards and Ollie won’t let me through.” Alfie frowned at that. The man looked briefly to your lips and caught sight of a purple bruise on the upper side of your neck. “Well.” He smiled forcefully. “Why come visit me? It looks to me as if you’ve already fucking found someone else, yeah, to spend your time fucking, right?” He pointed to the hickey. “You moved on fast, didn’t you?” He growled, turning away from you again, but you gripped his arm and pulled him back. He could shove you off in an instant. He was so much stronger, but he didn’t budge. He let you tug and pull and set him wherever the hell you wanted to. “Why the hell do you care? I’m not here to discuss my relationships with you, Alfie, I need to tell you something important.” The man looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, and if you knew anything about Alfie Solomons, it was that he couldn’t sleep alone. Not without you. “Well fucking spit it out then, pet, I don’t have all fucking night long to stand here. I’ve got things I need to get done, right, because nobody else is going to fucking do them.” You moved your small hand to his arm and squeezed it softly. “Would you just relax?” You sighed heavily. “I haven’t seen you this tense since the day I met you.” Alfie grunted under his breath. “Yeah, well, when you fucking lose someone, you fucking lose yourself sometimes, pet, yeah?” You swallowed quietly. “Look at me, Alfie.” He did. “Why did you end things between us?”

Alfie shook his head slowly before turning away from you and moving toward the sofa. You followed along behind him, fingers burning to touch him. “I deserve to know. You wasted 9 months of my life.” Alfie scoffed as he took a seat. “Wasted is a peculiar fucking word to use, don’t you think, pet. Right, the way I see it, you spent those 9 months—“ you shook your head. “I don’t want a lengthy, confusing explanation, Alfie. I want a straight forward answer. Why did you end things with me? Did you really just use me for sex?” The baker sat back against the cushion and rubbed down his face, exasperated. “You know, better than anyone, that I didnt mean what I said that day.” He whispered. “You were a good fuck, right, but all that messing around in the beginning led to a whole fucking lot more and there’s things you don’t understand. There’s people, bad people, bad fucking people that will use you to get to me.” You weren’t listening that intently. Your ears were ringing as you realized what exactly you’d come here to tell Alfie. “Yeah, well, all that ‘good fucking’ led to today.” You whispered. “I’m pregnant.” Saying the words aloud made them more real and you were overcome with another emotion. You wanted to be excited and happy, relieved to have told the man, but you were scared. Alfie’s beard twitched along with his upper lip and the man slowly directed his gaze to your stomach. “You’re pregnant?” He whispered. You nodded. “And.. it’s my babe?” You nodded again. “I’m three months along.” You whispered before leaning back against the couch. “I didn’t come here to tell you that you need to take responsibility. The guy I’m seeing, he’s treating me real good, says he’ll raise our son— oh, it’s a boy, he says he’ll raise the babe just like it’s his own.”

Alfie squinted at your words. “He’s my kid. I’m the father.” He pointed out matter of factly. “No other man is fucking needed, pet, you’ll move in here and we’ll raise the baby together.” You stared at the man in shock, staring at him as if he had two heads. “Alfie, I didn’t come here to say I want to be together again. I’m happy with the way things are currently. You ended things with me. You hurt me more than I ever thought possible. I don’t want you.” The words spewed from your lips like word vomit. The room grew hotter and your pretty colored orbs filled with tears. Alfie knew you didn’t mean what you said. He could see it so obviously. “You want the other man?” You stared up at him with a broken look. Your head nodded firmly, but your lower lip trembled. Alfie had always been able to read you like a book. “Then why the hell are you here? You could’ve fucking called. You could’ve wrote a fucking note, yeah? You could’ve told Ollie to tell me, right, but you fucking chose to come here, late at night, to my fucking home.” He was moving closer to you and you could feel your ribs tightening, constricting so tightly, it restricted you from getting full gulps of air to your lungs. “Alfie..” You whispered exhaustedly. “You ended things with me. You’re the one that shouldn’t feel anything. I, on the other hand, can feel as passionately as i want to. I can and will act on these feelings if I want to. Seeing you is the most I could do, so here I fucking am. Plus.. did you really want to hear about the existence of your child through a letter? I still love you, that won’t change, but I just came to tell you about the baby.” Your chest was rising and falling visibly with your heavy breaths and Alfie instantly regretted letting you into his home. 96 days apart was all about to come crashing down. Darby Sabini would know who owned Alfie Solomons’ heart. All because he had let you in. He should’ve slammed the door and told you to come to the distillery in the morning. At least people would be around and Alfie wouldn’t be so alone with his thoughts. He could feel your hot breaths harshly hitting his lips and it took every ounce of control the man had not to pin you to the sofa and bury himself inside you like he desperately wanted to do. He wanted to mold your bodies together and become one. Nothing outside of this house mattered. There was only You, Alfie, Cyril, and the baby growing in your stomach.

You were taken aback when the man pressed his cool lips to your hot ones. Every muscle in your body went limp and every bone in your body felt as if it had turned to jello. Your entire form fell forward and into him, unable to form a coherent thought. This is wrong. Your mind tried to scream over the frantic beating of your heart. You’re with Tommy. Alfie hurt you! Why are you letting him do this? He wasn’t hurting you now. You drew your knee up cautiously, on to the sofa, before you slowly wrapped your strong thigh around his hip and crawled into his lap. His large hands were eager as they slid along your body, pinching, tugging, and desperately trying to move your dress out of the way. You halted his shaky movements, savoring, instead, the way his mouth felt against your own. Your lips slanted together perfectly and your body felt as if it was drained of all its energy. The kiss left you as breathless as you would’ve been if he screwed you a hundred times in a row. You didn’t kiss him long, for the honest part of you pulled you made you pull back. “Alfie, I can’t.” You whispered softly to the man. You didn’t move from your position, but you knew this was wrong. This would hurt Thomas and although your heart belonged to Alfie, you couldn’t do that to him. You moved to stand, but found yourself trapped by the arms that wound around you. A shaky exhale escaped your lips, knowing you weren’t going anywhere until Alfie had gone to sleep. “Relax, pet. You’re already fucking here, right, we might as well make the most of it.” The room was silent after he spoke, you pondering his words. “If that was an invite to have sex with you, Alfie, I should punch your smug face.” You began to squirm once more, this time harder than your previous attempt. Alfie’s brows drew together. “No- dammit, be still! I’m just trying to fucking hold you, pet!” You ceased your movements, allowing your pained eyes to meet his. “Why?” Alfie was confused. Why were you hounding him so much. “Do you want me to say it’s because I love you?”

Alfie groaned lightly in slight irritation. This wasn’t the way he wanted to tell you. You folded your arms over your chest. “If you don’t tell me now, I don’t think you’ll get another chance.” You told him truthfully, prying yourself out of his arms so you instead stood between his knees. Cyril was hovering in the doorway, big brown eyes glued to the two of you. One of the red pillows had fallen to the carpet and you had to step over it in order to find your position back on the sofa, beside Alfie. “You know I love you.” He uttered. “But I want you to tell me.” You explained. “What’s the fucking point in doing so? It’s bloody pointless, innit. You’re with someone else now, right, so admitting my feelings to you, yeah, is only going to hurt the fucking both of us.” You sighed gently before slowly moving your small hand to the side of his neck. Your thumb pressed into his jaw, turning his face toward your own as you spoke. “Alfie, the last time I saw you, you told me you didn’t want to be with me anymore because I was complicated, I talk too much, and all I’m good for is sex. Anything you say to me right now is better than that.” You hated how forgiving you were, but this was Alfie. Your Alfie. He had a reason for everything he did. He took in a lengthy gulp of air before letting it out in a heavy sigh. “I said those things to get you away from me, right, it’s too fucking dangerous having you on my arm, pet. I do love you, alright, that’s a bit obvious, innit, right, yeah it is, because I fucking may have hurt you verbally, but that, in its own way, right, was for your own good.” You shifted slowly before moving closer to the man. “Why couldn’t you have just told me then? Do you know how complicated things will be now.” You pressed your small hand to his thigh and rested it there. “The solution is simple.” He whispered softly. “We can’t be together.” Right now. He added as an afterthought. Once Sabini was taken care of, he would have you on his arm. He would have the means to protect you and he wouldn’t let anybody take you away from him. You were having his baby. You swallowed tightly at his words before standing from the sofa. “Right, well, I’d better go.” Alfie gave you a look of confusion. “No, pet, it’d be wise if you stayed.” He stood from the sofa and moved to the window, peering out at the streets. Alfie cut on the porch light to illuminate the air. Snow once again fell from the sky, layering the streets like a blanket. You sighed heavily before slowly sitting back down. Hopefully this cleared up by morning.

Alfie turned the light off outside before moving toward you. “You can sleep in my bed if you want, I don’t mind having the sofa.” He rubbed his ringed fingers together before letting out a slow yawn. He was still wearing his work clothes. “I’m not taking your bed, Alfie. Your back and leg will kill you all day tomorrow if you sleep out here.” Alfie squinted slowly. “Well you’re not sleeping out here, either. I know how you get when the nightmares come around. I was gonna let Cyril sleep with you.” He tempted. You stood. “You’ll do just fine.” Turning on your heel, you set off in the direction of his bedroom. Your heels clicked audibly against the old, wooden steps, fingers trailing along the rail. Alfie was surprised by your words, but didn’t resist the offer. He followed along behind you, boots hitting the floorboards louder than your heels did. He was lost in his thoughts and you were lost in the home. Everything was so similar and yet so different. Making your way down the hallway and toward his bedroom, you turned the silver knob before pushing the creaky door open. His bed was made, pillows fluffed, and floor clean. It looked as if Alfie hadn’t been in here since you’d left. “Why the hell is it so clean in here?”

You cocked a brow before approaching the bed. Lowering yourself down on the loud thing, the springs bent beneath you and you sighed softly. It was such a comfy bed. “I haven’t fucking slept much.” He muttered, moving to the closet. “Alfie.” You rubbed your teeth together. “I’m not meant to feel bad for you, you know, you caused this. You didn’t have to break things off with me.” You reminded him before laying on your side and dragging your knees into your chest. The man’s back was to you, but as he unbuttoned his shirt and rolled the material off of his form, you could see his back muscles, tight and tense. No doubt from what you’d side. He tossed the shirt to you, ignoring what you said, but you gratefully took the material. Bending your arm behind your back, you pulled firmly at the zipper so that the fabric fell open and you could wiggle out of it. It was best to undress simultaneously so that you finished at the same time and neither of you had too much time to ogle the other. Kicking your clothing to the corner, you pulled his shirt over your body and closed the material. Shielding your breasts from him, you slid beneath the duvet and moaned softly at the unfamiliar, yet so familiar, feeling of the comfortable bed. Alfie pulled on a pair of sweats before he climbed in beside you. “Am I meant to hold you or keep my fucking distance?” He whispered softly, reaching his arm up and behind him so he could shut off the light. The room wasn’t completely dark, you could see the outline of the man at your side, so you studied him for a moment. Alfie’s scent was overpoweringly comforting and when he asked again if your silence meant holding you was alright, you rolled toward him. Your much smaller body maneuvered on to the top of his own and he couldn’t find it in himself to keep you tame. Yes, he couldn’t be with you, but enjoying one night of whatever you wanted wouldn’t hurt, would it? You slid one of your arms beneath his neck, fingers tracing his scratchy facial hair as you hovered above him. “I love you too.” You whispered breathily, brushing your lips against his own. The baker spread his knees lightly before moving his hand to your lower back so he could hold you in place on top of him. “I hurt you to keep you away from me, to protect you, Y/N.” He whispered. “Not because I don’t want you.” The mattress moaned as you shifted, bony knees sinking firmly into the bedding. “To protect me, Alfie, I got it, but you should’ve just told me the truth. I could’ve gone away for a while, you didn’t have to hurt my feelings. I still came back. Your plan wasn’t that great.” You pointed out, ushering to your current position.

“I don’t want to talk anymore, okay? I came to tell you about the baby, I’ve told you, so now.. we can just sleep?” It hurt you entirely too much to talk about the fact that you and Alfie couldn’t be together. Alfie folded his arm beneath his head, looking up at you under a watchful eye. He flipped you over in seconds, pinning you firmly beneath his much much bigger form. “Just let me look at you for a little while longer.” You squirmed lightly beneath him to get comfy before you wrapped one of your arms around his back, fingers tracing his spine. You should’ve felt ashamed for being with this man while another was at his home, no doubt thinking of you. Waiting for you. You couldn’t ignore your feeling though, Alfie was who you wanted. But even though he reciprocated those feelings, it wouldn’t work. Tonight was a night to remember. A night to reminisce on old times by jogging your memory. “Just kiss me, Alfie, otherwise I know you’ll hover there for an hour, contemplating it.” You whispered firmly, already guiding his lips to your own. You pushed your legs apart shyly, just to give him a place to rest his weight. He lowered himself gratefully, mouth moving against yours in a familiar dance. Your tongue brushed over his own and his curled around yours, little moans falling from the bear on top of you. Your heart melted at the sounds, ears burning to hear more and more of them. When morning came, Alfie would no longer be yours. You’d get on the boat and head back to Birmingham, but for tonight, you could pretend. Pretending seemed to be all you were good at anymore.

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“Alfie Solomons?” Thomas whispered, legs propped up on his desk. His ankles were folded together on the top of the surface, cigarette dangling dangerously from his pink lips. “That’s her previous ‘beau’?” Polly nodded lightly, more invested in looking at her fingernails rather than directing her gaze to Tommy. “I’m surprised she didn’t tell you. What do you think she really went to Camden Town for, Thomas, to visit her mother or to see the father of her child?” Polly leaned forward, hands pressing firmly into the wood as she stood up. The swivel chair that she had been perched on rotated slightly with her movement. The sound of her heels clicking filled the room, fading as she left. Thomas let his head fall back, inhaling deeply. The smoke that filled his lungs escaped through his nostrils in a cloud, drifting away into the cool air before vanishing. He didn’t really care if you had gone to see Alfie. Alfie seemed incapable of any sort of love. He was entirely too flippant for his own good. No woman would appreciate that, surely. Then again, Tommy had never seen the man around a woman, let alone a woman that he’d knocked up. Discarding his cigarette into the bin, he pulled on his coat and laid his glasses down on the table. Making his way out of the room, he fingered the chain on his chest, completely calm. He had no worries. Yes, he cared for you. Yes, he was sure he would grow to love you. He wasn’t the type to get angry and throttle a man though, especially not Alfie. He’d just wait until you returned home and see what you had to say about the whole situation. He’d find out where your feelings lied.

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You felt a little guilt that night when you laid in Alfie’s arms, your naked body pressed against his. You hadn’t regretted the sex, but you hadn’t gone to see him for it either. You weren’t sure why you’d even initiated it. One minute, you’re standing in Alfie’s living room, telling him that he can’t just use you for your body— even though he never would, then the next, you’re dragging him on top of you and begging him to make love to you. You weren’t sure why you did it, aside from the fact that the man owned your heart. You liked tommy, a lot, but the love you felt for Alfie wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. The deliciously dull ache between your legs was a firm reminder of what had happened a few nights ago. It would’ve faded by now if Alfie would’ve been his usual gentle self with you, but you’d been begging entirely too much for the man to be anything but easy with you. You could still feel his hot skin as it rubbed against your own, his harsh grunts filling your ear with every buck of his hips. You were sure you’d left indents in his skin from how tightly you were gripping on to his back. “Oh, Alfie.. please.” You’d whispered for the third time. His breaths were hot and heavy, hard pants as he groaned out in response. “Please what, pet? I’m not a fucking mind reader.” You could hear the amusement dancing in his words as he continued to rock on top of you. You placed your hands on his cheeks and stared up at him with a giggle that faded into a moan. “Harder, I want you to move harder.” Your nails sunk more firmly into the skin of his back, but you forced your hand flat against him when you saw him wince lightly. “I don’t want to fucking hurt you, right, you silly girl.” You wanted to relish in the feeling of having him inside you and when you were back in Birmingham, you wanted to remember exactly how this felt. “I want to remember this.. Alfie, please, I’ll be alright.” Your dainty fingers lifted to the side of his head, stroking his hair back and behind his ear. “What about the baby, yeah?” He whispered under his breath. “It won’t fucking hurt him, will it?” Your stomach flipped, heart warming instantly at his words. “Honey, he’ll be okay. He’s protected.” You assured him, pressing a soft kiss to his warm lips. Alfie was slightly reluctant, but the man finally obliged, after your reassurance settled within him. Dragging his hips back before he firmly pushed himself into you, his movements sent your eyes on an uncontrollable roll, lips re-locking with his own.

Climbing the steps to your home, you pushed the door open and hung your bag by the door, coat following. A breathy sigh escaped your lips before you looked around the room. All alone, again. You dropped down on the sofa and exhaled shakily. You would tell Tommy the truth. Eventually. For now, you wanted to think over the events from the last few days. You and Alfie had established only one thing; you were having a child. You didn’t know where you stood with him, still. According to him, things were too complicated and dangerous for you to be around him, so that morning when you left, you’d told him goodbye and had left without so much as hugging him. It would only make it harder. This was the parting you needed. You didn’t want him to hurt your feelings and beat you down. You wanted him to be honest with you. Tell you that he loved you and maybe one day you’d find your way back to each other. You shut your eyes and rubbed down your face. You needed to let him go. His life would always be dangerous, there was no room for you, and especially no room for a baby. Thomas would be your new focus. You would give your heart to him.

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So I decided I’m gonna keep the baby in this I think? I haven’t done Dad Alfie yet and I want to mess around with it so I can see if ( eventually ) Alfie should be a Dad in ‘The Baker’. I know I haven’t updated that in a while!!! ( what’s wrong with me ahaha ) I’ll get on it ASAP!❤️ I’m in such a writing mood.

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How did you get here? Staring at your reflection in the mirror, your red eyes studied your dress. The white material hung low on your shoulders, hugging your form snugly as it ran over your curves and down to the floor. It had a lengthy, lacy, floral printed train. This was your wedding day. The block in your throat was one of confusion. There was a large amount of hatred for yourself in your gut and you weren’t sure what to do about it. Today was meant to be the happiest day of your life, the day you agreed to love a man for eternity in return for his love as well. The man you wanted was not here though. Alfie Solomons was no doubt sitting in the office of his bakery, lost in mounds of paperwork, oblivious to just where you were and what was about to happen. Thomas Shelby. He was standing at the end of the isle, tuxedo nicely suiting those sky-colored eyes of his. You didn’t mind marrying Tommy. He treated you well enough. He’d only been rough with you once and it was one drunken mess. You shut your eyes, instantly reminded of the night a few days ago.

The engagement ring was swallowing your ring finger whole, a promise that you would be Thomas Shelby’s forever. He’d been downstairs, drinking himself into madness and you’d hoped he’d stay down there all night. Your mind was at ease until you heard him climbing, well more or less stumbling, up the steps to your bedroom. He’d thrown the door open forcefully, causing the door to rattle so hard, you thought the hinges might give out and break off. You’d turned to face him with a careful gaze, brows furrowed in confusion as he set his bottle of gin down roughly on the vanity near the door. “Jesus Christ, Tommy, what the hell’s wrong with you?” You hissed, hand covering your heavily beating heart. He’d had a rough day at work, entirely too stressful for him to apparently cope while sober. He hadn’t given you much of an answer. His thick fingers were rough, gripping at your arms as he pulled your body toward his. You tried to keep up with the frantic kisses he was giving you, but it was entirely too difficult to keep up with the pace. “Tommy.. Tommy, hang on.” You moved your small hands to his shoulders to settle him like you did with Alfie, but he took that as a sign of rejection. He had your small body pressed roughly against the wall in seconds, chest pressing against yours, restricting you from moving. “Thomas, my belly-“ you pushed at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. Thomas Shelby’s eyes were glazed over with a faraway look and he was seething. He spit words of venom at you, warning you not to refuse him, because he was tense and needed some sort of relief but when you’d cried out because he was pressing himself too hard against you, he’d jerked back in fear. Your hands fell to your stomach instinctively, cradling your child as best as you could as you slid down the wall to rest in a heap on the floor. Tommy’s eyes were bright and apologetic. He knelt down to tell you he wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but you’d shoved him away and told him to get the hell out.

Why were you so forgiving?

It was only two days before you let the man back into your arms, allowing him to kiss and love on you. The question hung in the air of ‘would he act like this again’, but you were so young and so so naive. You’d forgiven him and you’d agreed to still marry him.

Your polished fingertips traced the veil that shielded your soft features. Your eyes were shimmering with the lightly coated, but visible makeup, pink lips turned down into a light frown, but you forced it upward. Tommy’s family and friends were shoved into the small building, every seat filled with a guest. You didn’t have any family that would attend. Your mother wasn’t one for weddings, she gave her congratulations from afar and your father was no longer living, so you would be walking down the isle accompanied by Arthur. Your small hands lifted to cup your face as you let out a long sigh of disappointment. When would things go back to normal? You wondered. Normal was with Alfie. Things would no doubt never be normal again— not unless he was the bloke waiting at the end of the isle for you. God you missed Alfie.

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Everyday was hectic those last few weeks, but one day in particular was unforgettable. You were curled up on the sofa in the living room. It was freezing cold outside and because the furnace in your house didn’t have a knob that worked, it was either scalding hot in the house or icy inside. You found yourself lounging around in Tommy’s shirts, completely unbuttoned as you sprawled out on the sofa. The hot heat that pumped from the vents in the house kept you from shivering from the wintry chill outside, but god you were unhappy inside and even more unhappy outside. The front door opened and Tommy came stumbling in, scarf wrapped around his neck and chin to shield some of his face from the cold. “It’s a fucking blizzard out there.” He muttered, breathing a sigh of relief at the cozy inside of your home. His blue eyes fell on you, allowing them to scan your breasts, along your ribs and down to your swollen belly. “It’s a fucking furnace in here.” You moaned, wiping some of the sweat from your forehead. Sitting up on the floral patterned fabric, you stood up, hand resting beneath your belly as you moved toward him. “Come here, I’ll warm you up.” Peeling the scarf away from his sharp jaw, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his rosy lips and then brushed your warm thumbs along his pink cheeks. “You were out for entirely too long, do you want to get sick, Mr. Shelby?” Thomas laid his hands on your hips. “There was a little problem at the bar, but it’s taken care of now.” He kissed the tip of your nose before lifting his scarf off and away from his neck. The man moved to the corner to hang up his black trench coat, navy-colored scarf and then slipped out of his shiny black shoes. He stuck his hand into his trouser pocket and dragged out the tin of cigarettes. Opening the top, he slid a stick out and placed it between his slightly chapped lips before moving to take a seat on the couch. “Right.” He sighed, immediately warmed up now. “You know.” You whispered, approaching him as he sat comfortably. “You might as well just strip.” You smiled lazily. “It feels better when you don’t have fabric clinging to you.” Moving across the carpet, you climbed on to his lap and moved your nimble fingers to the buttons on his white shirt. “What was happening at the bar?” You asked softly, pressing a lazy kiss to the man’s jaw.

The shirt you wore slid off of your shoulders and you didn’t bother pulling it back into its proper place. Your lips were trailing along the side of his neck, down to his collarbone before he spoke up, halting your movements. “Alfie Solomons.” He whispered. “An old mate of mine, he dropped by today. Came as a bit of a shock, I haven’t seen him in so long.” You stiffened in his lap. Straightening instantly, your eyes glazed over with confusion. Thomas knew Alfie? “Alfie Solomons?” You whispered quietly. “Yes, Alfie Solomons. I believe you know him— he’s father of your babe.” He ushered to your stomach. After a moment of his words setting in, you scrambled off of his lap, brows creasing in confusion. “Y-you know?” Thomas nodded lightly, features calm as he continued to smoke what was probably his hundredth cigarette that day. “I’m not stupid pet. I’ve got eyes and ears all around. I was sure to find out eventually.” Guilt strangled you. “When did you find out?” You asked, voice cracking lightly. You moved your small hand to your throat, swallowing harshly. “Don’t get all stressed, that’s not good for you or the child. I’m not upset.” He told you quietly before standing. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, ocean eyes fixated on your face. “I found out the day you went to Camden Town to see your mother. Polly told me. Did you see Alfie that day?” He pulled the cigarette away from his lips so that his words weren’t mumbled.

You felt as if you might vomit. You should’ve told the man sooner. Pushing your hair out of your eyes, you inhaled shakily. “I just went by to tell him that I was pregnant.” “And things escalated?” He asked, flicking some of the ashes into the tray on the table before he licked his lips and placed the colored end back between his lips to take another drag. “There’s no sense in lying. I’m sure something happened between you and Alfie.” You swallowed quietly before crossing your arms, effectively shutting the shirt you wore. “Yes.” You told him truthfully. “You don’t need to go into detail.” He told you softly before lowering himself down on a chair. His knees spread and he ushered you toward him. “You know I love you, mh?” You stared down at the shimmering orbs before you and nodded softly. “He has no clue that I’m the one you’re seeing, does he?” You shook your head side to side. “I didn’t think it would matter, I didn’t know you knew each other.” Thomas sighed softly before slowly guiding you down and on to his clothed lap. “It takes a while to let someone go. I know that better than anybody. I don’t blame you for.. whatever it is you did with Alfie, but I want to know if it’s him you still want.” Your eyes latched on to the man’s. It was Alfie. It would ALWAYS be Alfie. But there was no future with him. He wanted you, but wouldn’t allow himself to have you. “No, it’s you that I want. Alfie.. he doesn’t want things to move forward. He’s told me plenty of times now that things just won’t work.” Tommy brushed his thumb along your hip slowly, fingers pressing gently into your lower back. “If he loved you, he’d made it work.” You nodded your head slowly before biting on your lip. “That’s why I’m marrying you and not him.” Your lips locked with his in a soft kiss before you shrunk back slightly to eye his charming smile. Things would work out between you and Tommy. He loved you and you loved him, but you couldn’t believe you were marrying one of Alfie’s friends.

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You made your way out of the dressing room and into the main hall. The wide, white double doors were closed. On the other side of them, the crowd was waiting. Every single person in the room would stare at you in awe, enamored by your beauty. You leaned over to adjust the straps of your heels before glancing around. “Arthur?” You hissed softly in question, looking around for the man. You didn’t want to be too loud though and catch the attention of everyone inside the chapel. “Arthur?” You called out again, a little louder this time. The man poked his head around the corner, guiltily rubbing at his nose, snorting twice. “Yeah, right, sorry, I’m here.” His dress shoes tapped softly against the tiled floor, arm outstretching so that he could offer it to you. “You look beautiful.” He told you softly, smiling down at you kindly. The entire Shelby family approved of you, which was very nice to know, but of all of them, aside from Tommy, you felt closest to Arthur.

The music sounded loudly, signaling for everyone to stand. The double doors opened wide and Arthur began to lead you toward your fiancé. Your fingers gripped tightly on to your soon-to-be brother in law, shimmering orbs glistening as they stayed stuck to Tommy, not bothering to look around the room. Your heels clicked softly against the floor, but the noise was drowned out by the booming music from the piano. Arthur halted at the front before taking his spot as his best man beside his brother. You took Tommy’s hand and gave him a light smile. He exchanged one of his own before helping you up the small steps so you could come to a stop beside him. He was infatuated with you, blue eyes absolutely stuck on your small form as the ceremony began. “We are gathered here today to join this man,” He ushered to Thomas. “and this woman,” He ushered to you. “In holy matrimony. Before we begin, I would like to ask if anybody here would like to object? You may speak now or forever hold your pea—“ The crowd all seemed distraught when someone instantly spoke up. The crowd turned toward the back of the room where the gruff voice had come from, effectively cutting the man off at the front of the altar. You froze, shimmering eyes moving between Tommy’s.

Alfie was sitting at the back beside a pillar. His beard was trimmed and he wore no hat. He was clad in some black slacks, a white shirt, and a black vest. Do to the heat in the room, he’d rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and was currently clenching his fists. When he got the invite, it only specified the name of the groom, not the bride. Alfie felt the most indescribable pang in his chest when he saw you there, shining brighter than every star in the galaxy. When his awe and shock had subsided, he stood instantly. You were his and even if he couldn’t be with you, he wouldn’t stand by and let you marry another man, especially not Tommy fucking Shelby. “Yeah, I have to object here, right, yeah, that girl up there, she’s mine.” Alfie stood tall, visible throughout the entire room because of his height. You slowly turned your head toward the back of the room, lifting your veil so you could see better. There he was, clear as day. Alfie fucking Solomons. Tommy turned toward the man as well, squinting. “Alfie, I sent you an invitation to the wedding as a peaceful arrangement, not for you to disrupt.” You sent a look of horror to Tommy. “You invited him?” Pushing the veil out of your face again when it tried to fall, you stared at the man in shock. “You invited him? Why would you do that?” Staring at Tommy in complete disbelief, your mouth fell open wider, trying to absorb the information. He knew of your feelings for Alfie and he purposefully brought the man here? You, teary eyed and beyond confused, spun around on your heel and took off down the length of the long isle. Your eyes caught Alfie’s briefly before you shoved the doors open angrily and stormed out of the chapel. As you expected, the bearded man was quick to rush after you and Tommy was quick to rush after him. “Alfie, let her be!” You heard Thomas yell. “I can’t do that, mate, right, because you didn’t tell me that she was the one you was fucking marrying, did you? Now she’s in fucking tears- and thats your fucking fault!” Alfie turned angrily on his heel.

The men were face-to-face. Alfie was furious, eyes raging and bright. “I told you about her. I fucking did, right, yeah, and you, you fucking talked to me about her, and were knowingly with her? It’s a noble fucking thing to do, yeah, to tell a man when you’re messing around with his girl, innit?” You turned when you heard the two shouting at one another. Wiping away a stray tear that managed to escape, you yanked off your veil and threw it down in the street. “She’s not your girl though, is she Alfie, because you left her. It’s not my fault we met and fell in love.” Thomas was a lot more calm than Alfie and it was obvious. The vein in Alfie’s temple looked as if it were about to explode. “Alfie.” You whispered softly, attempting to grasp his attention. He turned, eyes ablaze, but when they settled on you, clad in your beautiful white gown with your swollen belly, they softened. “Pet..” You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t fucking mean to make a scene, right, I just couldn’t watch you go through with that. You’re meant to be with me.” You stood in front of the men, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re both unbelievable.” You moved your small hands to your head. “Alfie, I’ve tried. I’ve been so patient with you, I tried- I told you I’d be with you, but you pushed me away, several times.” Alfie straightened, letting out an incoherent string of words. “I know, I messed up, pet, right, I do fucking know that, but I want to be with you.” Your eyes moved between his before you slowly looked to the floor. “Wanting to be with me and actually being with me are two different things, Alfie.” The man rubbed down his beard, eyes flickering around the empty roads before he let out a loud groan of frustration. Stepping toward your much smaller form, his large hand lifted to the back of your neck and he guided you toward him. Your belly pressed lightly against him and everything around you fell on deaf ears. Alfie pressed his lips against yours tenderly, fingers weaving in the back of your tamed curls. You should’ve pulled away. This wasn’t fair for Tommy to see, but you couldn’t help but kiss him back. Your small fingers curled in the front of his shirt, holding him against you securely. Goosebumps rose on your skin as, for the first time, Alfie laid his hand against your stomach. The little boy inside kicked harshly at the pressure on his home, but Alfie’s hand remained in place, thumb running along the round ball. You were going in to deepen the kiss when the doors to the church opened with a bang. Parting from Alfie with a shaky breath, your hand remained curled in his white shirt, watery eyes falling to the floor before you embraced him as tightly as possible. It was quite difficult with your belly in the way, but the two of you managed.

Backing up when Tommy cleared his throat, he stood in front of the two of you, hands stuck deep in his trouser pockets. You smoothed your hair out of your face and tucked it away behind your ear as the wind blew around the three of you and the rest of the Shelby family that joined in. This was none of their business, you thought, but apparently Tommy’s business was theirs too. Tommy crossed his arms, eyeing you expectantly, as if you were the one with explaining to do. “How could you invite Alfie after I told you specifically how strong my feelings for him were? I told you I was working to get over him and that I was making progress, so why would you take it upon yourself to send him an invitation!” He could feel the heat from your rage radiating off of your form. He didn’t flinch beneath your angry words, he merely stood there, unfazed by your shouting. “You cheated.” He pointed out. You were taken aback by his simple words. Biting on your cheek, your small hands curled into fists. “And you nearly hurt my baby, you drunk bastard.” Shoving past the men, you made your way back toward the chapel so you could put on your original clothes. Yanking the ring off of your finger, you threw it to the ground. You were not marrying Thomas. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

Alfie spun on his heel and gripped the front of Tommy’s shirt, catching the bloke off guard. Thomas was watching you storm off one moment and the next, he was being spat on by the angry Jewish gangster. Yanking him forward, he angrily glared down at him. “You.” He hissed in disbelief. “You knew her name. You knew her face, every little detail about her. Did you knowingly go after her?” Alfie whispered. You paused on the steps, finding his soft voice much scarier than his loud one. Eyeing the man who towered over Tommy, you slowly curled your hands in your dress, looking between all the Shelby’s. They could easily pounce on Alfie if things got bad. Thomas shook his head coolly. “She was involved with me, Alfie, before I even knew she had dated you. I really do love her.” Alfie shoved the man back. “That’s a bit hard to fucking believe, innit, when you’ve brought myself and her to the same fucking place. What kind of reunion did you expect, my dear boy?” Alfie licked his lips before taking a step back. His cane dug into the pavement sharply and you could see his grip tightening on the handle. “Alfie-“ Pushing your way through the large crowd, your small hand wrapped around his arm. “Don’t.” Your hand slid down the length of his arm to gently wrap around his much bigger one. Easing his grip instantly so he was simply holding the cane now, you looked at Tommy and then up to Alfie. You weren’t sure which of them had hurt you more? Alfie had done it with the intention of keeping you away so that he could protect you. Tommy, you still weren’t sure why he’d invited Alfie, but he had, and that was like a stab to the chest. It was as if your feelings didn’t even matter to him.

Michael stepped forward, ensuring that his slicked hair was firmly kept in place, he squinted to Alfie. “Don’t ruin this wedding. Which fucking side are you on, Alfie?” Your eyes shot to the boy. Was that a serious question? Was he referring to you and Tommy as sides? Or was he referring to the friendship Alfie and Thomas shared. “I don’t give a fuck right now, kid!” Although you’d relaxed the muscles in his arm, the anger was still more than evident in his sharp tone. “The wedding is already ruined.” You explained. “Tommy did that himself.” You told the entirety of the Shelby family before pulling on Alfie discreetly, wanting desperately to just get out of here, but the large man didn’t budge. He merely shot you a pleading look. He wanted to let his anger out. There was more than one way for him to do that though and you were more than willing to help him out, you just needed to get away from here. You pulled on him again and Alfie spun around to face you, towering over you like a dark cloud over a city. Lifting your hand to his cheek, you leaned up on your toes, lips almost close enough to meet his, if he would’ve just dipped his head a little more. “You and I need to have a serious, serious talk, Mr. Solomons.” You told him softly, lowering yourself back down to flat feet when he tried to kiss you. Looping your fingers through his, you pulled on him for what felt like the hundredth time, but when he finally obliged, he didn’t walk away silent. As he began to back up, he pointed his cane at Tommy. “This isn’t over, mate, right. I don’t appreciate you fucking around on my girl.” He halted again and you moaned in frustration. “Matter of fact, yeah, I should jam this fucking cane right between those pretty little blue fucking eyes of yours, right, for laying a fucking hand on her.” You closed your eyes and turned on your heel, deciding you’d just wait. “It was a misunderstanding, Alfie. I’d had too much to drink.” Alfie arched a brow at Tommy’s poor excuse. “Right, well, lay off it then, yeah, women don’t like a bloke who’ll fucking hit em.” The streets were silent now as everyone soaked in the current situation. You leaned over and tore the end of the wedding dress to prevent the overly long material from dragging along the pavement. Throwing the fabric toward Tommy, you finally pulled on Alfie, managing to get him only a few steps away before he nodded once. It was as if he had been pondering something the entire time and had finally decided. He broke away from you again.

“Alfie- Alfie, what are you doing?” You curled your hands tightly at your sides before looking up to the sky and begging for someone to have mercy on you and let this whole situation come to an end. The man moved away from your side and charged toward Thomas. You moved your hands to your lips, directing your gaze back to the pair of men. Oh, god. John and Arthur stepped forward as they watched Alfie approach, hands curled so tightly, his fingers were turning pale. Thomas halted his brother’s, knowing that this would get really bad, really quickly if things escalated. He could take a punch. So he did. Alfie swung his arm hard enough to break Tommy’s fucking jaw. A sickening crack filled the street followed by a loud shout of pain from Tommy. He was hunched over, cradling his nose and the side of his face. Tommy halted his brother’s again as they both went to move forward again. You, not that you could take on four Shelby’s, defensively, moved in front of your gangster. Your back pressed to his chest, arms out to your sides to cease any fighting. “That’s enough-“ You hissed, nudging Alfie gently with your bum so he would back up. You should’ve known the cheeky man wouldn’t. His hands found your hips and you set him a wide-eyed warning look over your shoulder. “We won’t be back to Birmingham.” You whispered to Alfie and then to the Shelby’s. “So just carry on with your fucking lives and don’t-“ you pointed specifically at Tommy. “bother trying to fix things. I don’t want to see you again.” A part of you was hugely relieved that you didn’t have to spend forever with a man that wasn’t Alfie. This time, you turned on your heel and strode away from the crowd. Whether or not Alfie came along was his decision.

The cold air suddenly became painfully obvious. The adrenaline was no longer coursing through your veins, which had been effectively heating you up. You walked along the cobbled road, heels clacking against the icy pavement. How had you managed to walk away without grabbing your coat! You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear Alfie practically racing along behind you, cane tapping against the ground audibly with his feet. “Pet!” He shouted and you came to a halt. “Fuckin hell, I can’t run after you, right, my leg’s starting to hurt.” You turned around to watch a limping Alfie, hurrying toward you as quickly as he was able. Your heart lurched forward. “Stop, Alfie.” He did. There was about 10 feet between the two of you. “I don’t want you to come any closer to me unless you’re going to let me have what I want.” Your arms folded stubbornly across your chest, curious eyes moving between his even more curious ones. “And what the fuck would that be, pet?” You closed your eyes, a shiver racing up your spine. “You. Alfie, I want you.” You could see the man visibly relax when you opened your eyes to eye his reflection. The tension in his shoulders seemed to vanish and he looked a lot calmer. “Fuck Sabini.” You whispered. “Fuck everyone and everything that wants to try and keep us apart. It’s pointless. I want to be with you and you only.” He could hear the crack in your voice and he knew you were about to start crying. Crossing the distance between the pair of you, Alfie hauled off his large coat and wrapped it around your small form. “Alright, yeah, don’t cry, come here.” He pulled your small form against his broad chest and you soaked up every bit of warmth that his body gave off. “It’s gonna be me and you now.” He agreed. “And this little one.” He pressed his hand once more to your stomach, gently rubbing it. “We need to get somewhere warm, it’s fucking freezing out here, innit. We can fucking talk inside.”

You tilted your head back so you could gaze up at the man. “I love you, Alfie.” You sighed heavily, arms looping around his strong shoulders. “My house is right up the road.” You ushered and the man instantly moved in the direction you’d pointed toward. Your arms were still looped around his large form, even as he walked, easily avoiding trampling over you because of how wide he was walking. The journey to your house seemed quicker than it actually was because majority of the time you were giggling from the way he was half carrying you.

Your hand fisted tightly in the back of Alfie’s hair, pulling his lips instantly to yours, the second you were inside your home. Alfie moved his hands to his coat and dragged it off of your body. “You live in a fucking oven.” He pointed out, speaking against your lips, already sweating and he’d only been inside for a few moments. He drew back slightly so he could look around, but you were so deprived of him, you forcefully pulled his head so he would dip it and kiss you again. You felt him smile against your lips, large hands covering the space of your back as he held you against his chest, swaying slowly. “We’ve got all the fucking time in the world to kiss, pet.” You whimpered as his words vibrated against your mouth. “I know, I just.. I missed kissing you.” His smiled morphed into a more playful one as he straightened, once more depriving you of his lips. Your hands fell away from his neck to instead rest on his shoulders, squeezing them gently. “I want to go back to Camden Town, Alfie.” You told him as your fingertips traced the side of his neck. Alfie nodded slowly, studying your features. “Anything you want, pet.” He kissed your head softly. “Let’s pack your things, right, and then, yeah, we’ll fucking go. Get out of this shitty Birmingham.”

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A few days later

The men working in the distillery ceased their working to look toward you as you made your way down the corridor, trailing along behind Alfie. The man’s shoulders were hunched slightly, eyes darting around the room, silently urging the men to get back to work, but they were stuck staring at you and your swollen belly. You were a sight. A beautiful, glowing, absolutely breathtaking sight. You couldn’t wear your tight dresses this far along in the pregnancy, so you’d opted for something loose, but fitting. Your breasts had tripled in size and were pouring out of the top of the green slip you wore. The material came to a stop a little above your knee and Alfie only allowed you out of the house and to the bakery in such an, in his opinion, enticing outfit because you’d be in his office the entire time. You let out a heavy breath, cradling the underside of your belly as you eyed the long set of steps. “Alfie.. it’s too much for me.” You told him quietly, already gripping the stair rail. The man turned around to face you, brows lifted in question. He’d only made it up the steps halfway before climbing back down. “You go first, yeah, and I’ll be right behind you.” Nodding your head softly, you couldn’t help but smile when he placed his large hands on your curvy waist. He did most of the work, practically lifting you with each step that you took. Nevertheless, you gave a breathy moan of relief when you reached the top, shoulders slumping exhaustedly, even though Solomons put in way more effort than you did. “I need to lay down.” You told the man quietly.

He, still holding you securely to his chest, led you into his office and over to the sofa in the corner. “Go on, pet, lay down, I’ll be right here, yeah?” You nodded gently, lowering yourself down on the cushion. The silky material slid up your thighs, revealing more and more of your soft skin to his eyes, but he didn’t make any moves toward you. You were tired, always, and he didn’t want to drain you of what little energy you had left by ravaging you. Retreating over to his desk, Alfie pulled the chair out and lowered himself down on to it. Opening the drawer to his right, he ensured his revolver was tucked away inside before he shut it again. It was always better to be safe, rather than sorry. He lifted his spectacles to his face, looking at you over the rim of them before he got to work.

This would be an everyday thing. Until he could ensure your safety, you would come to work with him. You weren’t exactly complaining. This way, you got to look at him all day, unless he had to go out, then your days were spent with Ollie or someone else that he would send in. Laying on the sofa like a woman in a painting, Alfie often had a difficult time keeping his eyes off of you. Most days, he’d crack the window open, allowing the chilly air outside to fill the room because you were always so hot. This meant he had to wear his coat when he worked, but as long as you were happy, he was happy. You wondered silently how things would be when the baby came. You couldn’t accompany Alfie to work then. Not with a crying baby who needed constant attention? You eyed Alfie, studying him intently as he mumbled inaudibly beneath his breath, no doubt about work. He was going to make an amazing dad, you were sure of it.

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Hello! I hope you guys enjoy this!! I think I’ll add one more part to it? I don’t want it to end here, I wanna write about Alfie as a dad!💛💛💛

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