#i drew most of this whilst waiting for the finale to air bc i was too wired to write

[daswarschonkaputt]

so. um. i don’t generally post my art, because i have been doing this for way less time than i have been writing and i don’t even really have a style and only have a c- in colour theory. but. i know @yeetlegay​ is incredibly thirsty for some lesbian kinnporsche and i was drawing some at that point. so. here.

(fun fact, i drew this piece ENTIRELY THE WRONG WAY AROUND because it took me a long time to realise that the screenshot i was using as a reference was focused on the MIRROR, ffs kinnporsche i know u love reflections but srsly? to me? on this day? reference here i guess.)

also vegas’s jacket killed me so i will not be taking criticism at this time. i am not a texture artist.

oh and some bonuses beneath the cut (the rough character designs i did)

kinn (eventually redesigned her a little, those eyebrows haunt me) bonus points if you recognise the dress (i changed the colour)

porsche, my beloved. the drawing that started this nonsense, by the way.

porsche again bc i love them

and here’s a bonus pete (petra?) i drew in literally 20 mins bc i want yeetle to suffer, and i know they’re looking for that sweet sweet vegaspete lesbian content. (the proportions are a little off but shhhhhh it’s a rough design, i’ll chuck it out and start over if i do proper art.)

i use clip studio paint exclusively for digital art and as such abuse all its various tools such as 3d models for pose references, vector layers and the vector eraser, the oil paint brush (beloved), and ofc, the one tool i would die without, perspective rulers. it’s not cheating. it’s just using all the resources available to me.

not pictured: me frantically googling bras bc i could not remember what they looked like; me also frantically googling businesswear woman bc my brain just leaves my body whenever i do art. i own both of those, by the way. also if u think i can draw hands you’re unaware that i actually just take selfies of my own hands in the appropriate pose and then trace them.

anyway, please be nice.

[hardyimagines]

The Decision — Part 2

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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 💜💜💜

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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

Requested by: @fuckitsharam & @stylingco 

Word count: 6k ||| Status: completed

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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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