Alexandrias Genesis, A.k.a Violet Eyes (a Genetic Mutation).

“Alexandria’s Genesis, a.k.a violet eyes (a genetic mutation).

When someone is born with Alexandria’s Genesis, their eyes are blue or gray at birth. After six months, the eyes begin to change from their original color to purple, and this process lasts six months. During puberty, the color deepens to dark purple, a deep purple, a royal purple, or a violet-blue color and remains that way. It does not affect the person’s eyesight. Those who have this mutation will never grow any facial, body, pubic, or anal hair (not including hair on their head, on their ears, noses, eyebrows and eyelashes). Women also do not menstruate, but are fertile”

is alfie okay fit blurb night but i can’t stop thinking about him just sitting back all giddy while his wife chews out tommy

Jesus, I live for this.

“Are we going to have a problem here, Mr Shelby?” your voice is so sweet that it sends chills through your husband’s veins, the meeting he had been on across the other side of London running so late that you had seemed to take matters into your own hands by starting it up without him. “Because I know for a fact that the papers you’re holding are grossly deflated to make it look like you’re turning less of a profit. I also know that you wouldn’t dare pull this with another firm.”

Alfie stops Ollie from stepping closer, the gaps in the blinds and open door showing that you’re handling yourself well from the position he usually fills and that the business is in safe hands.

“Tell me, Tommy, do I look easy to you?” there’s something vaguely sexual about the way you ask, the switch of your legs as they cross clearly taking Shelby’s attention with them. “Because you see that girl of yours back in Birmingham she may be willing to drop her knickers for that price but I’m not even willing to give you a crate of the brown stuff. So why don’t you do us a favour, yeah? Either up your offer or fuck off because we don’t have all day, ‘sweetheart’.”

The venom you put into the word says that Tommy’s tried his usual attempt at flattery and the way you look up to see Alfie behind your reflection only makes your fake smile turn into one that is all too real. 

“See you started without me.”

“Actually Alfie, I think we are done here, don’t you Mr Shelby?”

“I’ll double it,” reluctance comes from the man in question as you cross to join your lover in the doorway, breaking your greeting only to smile up at him in celebration of your success.

“And for talkin’ to my wife like that you’ll stick in another 10%, yeah? Gentleman’s honour and all.”

Never fuck with a Solomons.

This is so cute

But like imagine Alfie coming home and seeing you in bed with the dogs all over the bed, he tries to move them but he only gets growled at 😂

This is my obsession! I’ve spoken about it before but I am convinced Cyril is the first to figure out that you’re expecting. It’s almost tradition for Alfie to be met at the door by your pups, his favourite boys the first to greet him before he moves onto you for less sloppy kisses… but today Cyril isn’t there and it is just the newest of your family members at the door. He knows that you’re exhausted from your earlier call, partly the reason he had stayed on late to give you time to yourself and so he assumes that maybe Cyril too had fallen asleep in his space - the guard dog becoming dopey without his regular evening walk. So Alfie climbs the stairs quietly, the yapping of your other puppy softened by the torn teddy that lives by the door for moments like this, and finds you tucked up in bed with the sheets wrapped around you but strange of all Cyril sat upright watching the door as if you were under siege. Alfie has been in the dog’s life longer than you, every bit his master but also best friend so the last thing he expects is for Cyril to growl at him for trying to come near you and his own bed for that matter especially when the light is on and there is no possible case of mistaken identity. Eventually, the growling turns to barking and the noise loud enough to wake you but it takes you wrapping your arms around Cyril and telling him to lay back down to silence the “daft dog” before Alfie is even allowed close enough to kiss you. There just so happens to be a lot of irony in the words “what’s gotten into him?” when you realise that in fact, it’s you who is carrying something so precious.

This was supposed to be like a sentence I’m very sorry I just love Alfie and dogs.

Y do i love this so much

Princess | Finn Shelby

Ooh! Request for Finn Shelby’s wedding day? He’s marrying this totally girly posh girl and his family, particularly the boys, are totally baffled and think it’s a match made to fail. But Polly’s like nah, she’s a good oke for Finn. And maybe the girls dad makes a scene at the party and drunkenly says “oh you’re not good for my daughter” and she frickin grabs him and makes him leave all by herself? And the boys are lie “oh THATS why”

Princess | Finn Shelby

Finn stood at the front of the church, boutonnière in his lapel as he tried to calm his breathing. His hands felt clammy when he clenched his fists and he was sure that he was sweating. He tried to focus on something to distract him, his eyes wandering to the door of the chapel. Ruby kept peeking her head through the crack in the door and he watched as Charlie pulled the littlest Shelby back. Their antics didn’t work to unnerve Finn, instead it only reminded him that you were behind that door as well, waiting for the queue to walk down the aisle. 

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dragon zhongli who adores shinies. oh how he loves them. he’s a dragon, of course he does!

you, back before everyone branded you as the mortal mimic of their god, also loved jewels and necklaces, shinies and the like. back before all hell broke lose and they wanted you as a sacrifice for their god.

when genshin decided to drag you into the world of teyvat, it sort of forgot that you were holding a ten carat diamond necklace you were planning on buying for your mother as a birthday gift. sure, it was expensive, but she likes shinies a lot as well.

yes, you did hang onto it—your backpack helped a lot with that—but you never expected it to come in handy.

zhongli didn’t necessarily want you dead—he was more curious about your existence than anything. really curious, actually. the dragon side of him was like a cat—curious, and willing to do right about anything to find out what the hell it was.

you, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with the geo archon or any damn dragons you might see along the way.

so when he used said dragon form to go find you, he relied much more upon his instincts. animals typically do.

shinies, he realized, he really, really liked in his dragon form.

that’s why he was standing in front of you, tail cautiously creeping towards the necklace you held in your hand, while you cowered against the cliff you accidentally cornered yourself against. stupid mistake, you realized, but far, far too late to change it.

he reaches a claw out, gently hooking it around the silver chain that holds the diamonds together. golden eyes slowly rove over it, slit pupils dialating at the sight of you, slightly trembling, holding it out to him in fear of what will happen otherwise.

mate, his mind says, hyperfocusing on that one thought of you with the shiny and it’s valuable and you’re just giving it to him—

his tail suddenly curls around you, wrapping you in its coils gently, warm against the humid, cool atmosphere liyue experiences in the winter and that you’ve been dealing with recently.

you freeze up, terrified out of your damn mind. is he going to strangle you? he’s a fucking dragon, and not just any dragon at that—he’s morax, an archon, for heaven’s sake. he could so, so easily end your life with a simple squeeze of his muscles.

no. he nudges his head under your chin, arm going around your shoulder with his claws resting gently on your hair. the vibrations from what seems like purring run through your petrified body; they seem to be comforting purrs, like one a cat would do when you’re scared, but they only make you more terrified.

a tear drips onto his scales, but you relax anyway.

what point is there in struggling? he’s just going to—to kill you, anyway. may as well be relaxed and make it an easy death.

“shh, little mate.”

little—mate…? the hell does he mean—

oh. dragons like shinies. you had a shiny. he thinks you gave it to him as a courting gift. so… you’re his mate? now?

“you’re safe with me, mate. you may be human, but… you are mine to protect now.”

his voice is slightly deeper when he’s reptilian, you notice as a kiss is pressed to your head. it’s also comforting.

“i’m not going to hurt you. oh, little one, how many have?”

you sniffle at his words, embarrassingly enough, tucking your face into your elbow to dry the approaching tears from your eyes. no, dammit, now isn’t the time to cry, you’ve already done too much of that. no point in it now.

besides, it’s just a facade.

right?

his tail relaxes slightly around you as his form slowly shifts to that of a half-human, half-dragon one, but it still remains warm and wrapped around your torso. the neck fluff turns to that of a coat, but holds the same consistency, nevertheless.

he hums the nighttime loading screen music, voice more melodic than you would expect it to be, with his arms coming around your figure as his tail moves to be around the two of you, intertwining you in a double-hug. he shifts you to be in his lap as when he sits against the wall, making sure you’re comfortable before he moves again, draping a cape which you assume represents his wings over your back, tucking it in. it’s soft.

“there. better?”

“‘m scared.”

“of what?” he asks gently. “you’re safe now. no more raiden shogun. no more drunk barbatos. no more scary millelith. no more nighttime monsters. I will keep you safe… mate.”

“you…”

“I promise you, there is no need to be scared. I promise you, with every fiber of my being and all of the contracts that I have signed, that you’ll be safe and secure and fed.”

making an oath on his contracts… that’s a pretty big deal for the god of geo himself. he must really mean it then.

even with your body still in fight or flight mode, you come to realize that he’s being a hundred percent truthful.

well, you think, burying your head into his neck fluff, at least that’s one less nation hunting you down now.

hehe